I had a great and successful business, a great marriage, and a dynamite sex life.Almost overnight things changed. She came home from work one Monday a... different woman. It was nearly a week before we made love, as she claimed to be feeling poorly. It wasn't just the sex. There was no affection, and very little touching or her normal endearments. It was like she was somewhere else in her mind. Even when the sex returned it wasn't the same. It was like a close copy of the original. If you were. The scar was ugly, but hopefully it would be covered eventually by the hair on my arm. Of course, we also made love every single day and a lot of nights and some mornings, too. We flew as scheduled on the morning of the tenth and arrived in Waterloo mid-afternoon, driving a rental Toyota to the Isle Casino Hotel. We had what they called a junior suite, but it was really just a big room with a sitting area and a king bed, quite a come down from the Plaza, but this was Iowa, and a small city in. I could feel my inner walls filling and emptying with each entry, and I could feel my own orgasm growing. He was throbbing in me and I could feel his sweat dripping onto my ass so I knew he was close. With a deep growl he thrust deep into me, and I could tell he was splashing my cunt with his cum moments before I reached my own peak, biting my arm to quiet my moans as I came on his cock and my fingers.Finally, he pulled out of me, and I could tell I was starting to leak down my thighs again. She kissed James passionately, again and again. I could see their tongues licking each other, his hands were caressing her ass as she massaged the bulge in his jeans.My cock was ready to explode as he slowly, pulled her zipper down, they were still kissing as he eased her dress over her shoulders. I got my first glimpse of her red, very sexy bra; it only just covered her hard nipples, and, through the lace, I could clearly see the outline of them. He squeezed her tits as her dress fell to her.