Getaway Weekend

My mouth was gaping open as I watched the scene unfold. I was surprised by my wife's actions but not worried about what she might have planned. Intensely aroused, my cock stiffened to granite hardness and poked out of my robe.

Sandy fingered herself while the young man stroked his rod a foot away. I heard her murmur encouragement while his hand vigorously pulled his penis. The virile lad did not take long. He began to groan and stepped closer between her knees. She leaned her chest forward until his cock touched her skin. Huge ropes of semen spurted out and ran down over her breasts. When he stepped back and began to zip up, Sandy's fingers touched his spunk and began spreading it over her nipples.

Probably suffering post-orgasm remorse for his engagement with a hotel guest, the waiter couldn't leave fast enough. Sandy was anxious for another reason. After closing the door behind the departed waiter, she hurried back to the sofa to grab my hand. She dragged me to the bedroom and hopped onto the bed. She spread her legs and made it clear she couldn't wait to have me.

Her vagina flooded wetness and warmly received me. Looking down at another man's semen on her chest spurred me into powerful thrusting.

"Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me hard. You're the man, Woody. You own my pussy! No one but you. Give me that big dick. Oh, BA-BEE-EE-EE-EE..."

I was slamming her hard; showing her I was the king. I didn't mind visitors to my castle, but the royal chamber belonged to me alone. There wasn't much left in my tank, but the heat of our passion caused me to deliver it with a lion-like roar and then collapse on top of her.

"Happy birthday, Darlin'," she murmured.