I just finish watching my gorgeous white wife get played by two black well-hung studs, each shooting a sizzling load into her cunt.

All I can think about is lapping at her gaping warmth, drinking in the sex-mix there. I shake myself out of the delicious delight of the thought. I am silent, not wanting to risk being heard by my wife, and not wanting to risk being caught in the damn hotel closet. But most of all, I am quiet to not ruin her moment. Her moment of conquest.

Her moment of triumph. After a minute, Chloe gets up off the bed, gathers her clothes from the other room and throws them on a pile in the corner of the bedroom. She walks into the bathroom.

I can almost read her mind. She doesnt want me to come back to the hotel room from my round of golf and catch her in this freshly played state. I hear her brushing her hair back up into a ponytail. She doesnt want to wash it, she just wants to get her body clean of the black studs juices and touches. I dont want her to. I want to touch her. I want to handle her. I want to lay her back on her bed and make love to her, to worship her body after the great black monsters that have double-played her.

I want to service her.

To add my load to the drainage already filling her.

The shower starts. I get up out of the closet.

I was in there more than a half-hour. My legs are stiff.

I pace nervously around the room for a minute, then strip. I open the bathroom door. Hi, babe, I yell inside. Hey you, she says cheerfully. How was your round of golf? I tell her I made some bad putts. I say I am sweaty and want to come into the shower with her.

Do you have to? she says. Its a small shower. OK, Ill wait out here if you want. I know shes thinking: If I dont agree, hell be pawing at me all day, but if I do, Ill risk being caught just after the act. My length is erect. Its not as big as the black studs lengths. Cmon in, she says. The shower is tight.

We are in immediate full-body contact.

I rub my length around on her soft place.

She turns and kisses me on the lips. Her tongue touches mine. I wonder if Im drinking in any of the black studs saliva.

What were you doing while I was golfing? I ask, water hitting me on the forehead. Chloe tells me she was at the hotel pool with Jane and Virginia, the other women in our group. We had a couple martinis, talked about our husbands, and talked about where to go for dinner tonight, she lies. She turns away.

I rub my length on her soft place and lower. My length almost accidentally slips into her cunt. I hope she hasnt started to wash it yet. Its juicy.

I pump a few times, enjoying the lubrication. She moves away and it slips out. Hey, I say. Im denied what has become a sudden obsession. To have thirds. Im kind of horny for something different, she says over her shoulder.

Why dont you slip that in my back door, stud. I soap my length and turn off the shower. She doesnt do this often.

I know she doesnt want me to dip back into her private part where the black studs opened her wide and left gobs of their sperm. I know she knows that Ill cum quick in her tight soft place.

I slip it into her warmth and she moans, saying she can cum that way. I know shes lying. Shes just doing me a favor and covering up her mad adulterous acts. I pump and push and stroke it in and out, grabbing her hips and yanking her body around roughly.

I pump and push into her tight sensitive place. Chloe groans, faking her orgasm.

Play me.

Play me, she lies.

It mocks me, but I dont care.

If this is the only way I can have her, thats fine with me. I throw me head back and cum, spilling my load into her sensitive place.

Sizzling shots of jizz erupt. Load after load.

I cum a lot.

While Im cumming and shes faking it, I slide two fingers into her private part and pull them out. Then I put a whole hand inside her tunnel. It slides in easily. Ouch, she says. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste the sauce there. What was that for? She asks. You ruined my orgasm.

We wash ourselves, end our shower, get out. We dont talk about how I could easily fit a hand into her warmth.

She seems impatient to dress and get out of the room and into a public place. She wants to ignore that I did that. I dont know where this crazy escapade of Chloes is going to end.

I dont care. I think Ill stay away every day and let her have her fun this week. Why not? I like it to.