Twice I pulled her into a doorway to kiss her and feel her up and each time I undid another button on her blouse. As we walked along, Bett a little ti...psy and both of us horny, I saw the blouse shifting with her movements and I could see an entire tit as the blouse gapped open. As she walked through the hotel lobby she was unaware of the fact that the people who looked at her could see her exposed tits and I smiled knowing that every man in the room wanted her. In the elevator I pulled up her. I helped her up by her ponytail wordlessly and indicated for her to lay on my desk chair upside down, feet up in the air, head hanging off the edge. Waiting for her to take a deep breath, I grabbed her throat with one hand and guided my cock as far as I could down her throat. Counting down quietly from 10, I watched her body start trembling and her hands grip my thighs tighter as she struggled around her gag reflex and limited air supply. As I hit zero, I withdrew my cock and watched her cough. For a moment, she was stunned at the sight of his undershirt. Never in their entire marriage had she known him to wear one, adding an extra level to the changes he had made for her. At any other moment, she might have been amused, but she didn't want to spoil the current mood by giggling.She let his outer shirt fall to the floor, then pushed his undershirt up and over his head. As she cleared his head, she brought her lips down to his nipple, gently licking and teasing it. She trailed kisses up. I simply told him that I thought I had seen the two of them go into the dive shop. Oh! I should tell you that what happened out on the Duane wasn't a freak occurrence. You see, Doc, a few weeks later, my cousin and I were diving a local quarry, and damn if it didn't happen to us again. So, over the course of the next six months or so, whenever we had the opportunity, the two of us experimented and found that more times than not, ascents from dives that approached the depth of a hundred feet.