He must have noticed we picked the keys up from reception and thought he would find out if we were going to have sex in there instead of playing snook...er. Well, my heart was thumping as I raced back to the snooker room. I decided not to tell my husband we had a “voyeur” watching us. As I entered the room I took a crafty look at the window the young man was looking through and there was a five inch gap in the curtain. Having the light on in the snooker room made it even easier for him to see. My sweet wife kept sobbing and crying in tears under his wild assault, but it seemed to me that she was enjoying the rude butt fucking, although he knew she was sore enough for sure.He did not slow down his brutal pace, fucking my wife’s asshole in a restless way. I could not believe it. He suddenly grunted, stood still for few seconds and I knew he had filled Ana´s rectum once again with his sticky cum.A moment later I noticed my wife climbed out from the hot tub. The bastard stared at her. As they were lying there, Maria abruptly asked the impermissible in a relationship:‘David, do you ever think about other women?’ ‘No, why?’ David said without much conviction.Maria knew David too well. She was not convinced by his reply. ‘Why do you? I mean, do you think of other men?’ David asked hesitantly, with some relief for he knew he would not have to talk further about the truth, the truth of all men (and women).‘No’ said Maria more convincingly.There was silence.‘Are you honestly. She felt a surge of irrational hope. A tiny part of her leapt up with hands clapping."Then why not try?" she said huskily. "There's one thing I miss so much, too. I want to wear clothes again." The simple statement made her blush. Anders laughed, suddenly in good humor. He lay back down on the bed and let her take charge. Their hands entwined on either side as she kept moving her cunt back and forth along his shaft, her sexy ass grinding on top of his lap. "Did I say something funny? You heard.