19-04-2019, 10:25 PM
FIDELITY
8TH PART
CHICAGO
The flight to Chicago on Sunday left an hour late, and then our bags were the last ones off the plane in Chicago. Given our less than pleasant time traveling and the tension I was feeling, I was a little uptight by the time we got to our hotel room. Wendy noticed how tense I was and told me to get undressed and she would give me a massage. She had me lay face down on the bed then she started massaging on the top of my head and worked her way down my back over my buttocks and down both of my legs. Then she had me roll over and she worked on my chest and down the front of my legs. The massage took nearly an hour and when she was finished Wendy asked, “Feel better?”
“Much better.”
“Well I’ve got something to make you feel even better.” Wendy began stroking my cock and as it began to harden she wrapped her lips around it and preceded to give me one of the best blowjobs she has ever given me. When I blew my load in her mouth she looked up at me and smiled then she swallowed the whole load.
I pulled her to me and started to slide my hand up her leg under her skirt but Wendy stopped me. She said, “It’s time to go out to dinner.”
I said, “I just wanted to return the favor.”
“No need to repay me. Besides, I want you to make love to me tonight and I expect you to give me a few orgasms then.”
One thing I found in all of this that seemed strange was that ever since Wendy came home from her high college reunion last year she was much hotter in bed. She was always been a good lover but she got even better and that night when we got back to the hotel was one of the hottest nights of sex I had ever had.
When we were both exhausted from our lovemaking Wendy drifted off to sleep while I laid awake thinking about what I was planning to do the next day. I was worried because if something went wrong I could end up in jail. My plan was to drive out to the Dickson’s house early in the morning and park my car where I could watch the house. As soon as Dave left for I was going to break into the house. I was sure that if I could get into his computer and his personal files I could find a way to get him. I didn’t like the idea of breaking into the house but I didn’t know what else to do. I figured it was fair; after all he broke into my marriage.
I wasn’t able to sleep so I got up and turned on my laptop and connected it to the data port on the telephone and went out to Wendy’s mail again. There was a note from her to Dave and a response. Wendy’s note read, “Dave, It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come out to your house. If Jim calls me I need to be near the hotel. Can you come into the city? W.”
Dave responded, “Wendy, I’ll pick you up at the hotel Monday morning at eleven o’clock. We’ll go have lunch and then we can go someplace where I can get a taste of that delicious pussy of yours. Dave.”
So he wasn’t going to go to work at all. He planned to spend the day with Wendy while I was at work. That screwed my plans. If I went to Dave’s house that would give him the time he needed with Wendy for them to have sex. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay in town and try to keep Wendy and Dave from having sex, or should I go out and search Dave’s house like I originally planned.
After about an hour of fretting over this I made my decision and then I went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
In the morning I left the hotel at 6:30 supposedly to have breakfast with the customer before our nine o’clock meeting. I picked up my car from parking valet and drove out to Oak Park. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I was able to make it in lees than an hour.
The Dickson’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac on a large lot with lots of trees and shrubs that made it easy for me to walk right up to the house without being seen by the neighbors. I looked into the garage to see if Dave’s car was in there. There was a car in the garage, a two-year old Lexus. Because there was only one car in the garage I assumed that it was Dave’s.
I started snooping around the house looking for the easiest way in. I could see no open windows or other weaknesses in the security of the house. It was beginning to look like I would have to break a window to get in. I didn’t care about breaking a window as long as the house didn’t have an alarm system.
I slipped in behind the shrubs next to garage and sat on the ground to wait. I pulled out a sandwich and the USA Today newspaper that the hotel left outside my door that morning. At ten o’clock the garage door began to open. I put the newspaper away and moved farther into the brush to better conceal myself and waited. After about a minute I heard the car start and soon it backed out of the garage. I could see Dave behind the wheel as he backed down the driveway and into the street. Dave turned the car around in the cul-de sac and began to drive away before he hit the button to close the garage door. By the time the door was halfway down Dave’s car was out of site so I quickly ran over to the garage entrance and ducked under the closing door.
I crossed the garage to the door going into the house. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I quietly slipped into the house and listened for any sound. The house was empty. I moved through the kitchen, down the hallway past the three small bedrooms and up the stairs to the study. I figured that this must be Dave’s study because of its proximity to his bedroom. When I looked at some of the papers on his desk I saw that I was right.
I look around the desk but found nothing of interest. Then I turned his computer on. When the computer finished booting up I began looking at the folders on his hard drive. I found one labeled PW. I opened it and found a list of passwords and the accounts or sites they went to. Not very secure. I found everything I needed to get to his e-mail box.
I opened his e-mail hoping to find just one thing I could use against him, but instead found more that I could have dreamed of. It turned out that Davey boy wasn’t a very nice person.
I found the most damning information in a mail folder named Jack. In it were notes he sent to and received from a guy named Jack Hoover. The notes went back more that two years.
I scanned through the notes looking for anything incriminating. It became apparent right away that Dave was a real asshole. In his notes he gave detailed descriptions of his sexual encounters with several women all of who were married. Then in a note from June of last year he wrote, “Jack, Just found out from my sister that Wendy Hillard is coming to town for their high college class reunion. In high college I did everything I could to get in Wendy’s pants but that bitch wouldn’t give in. She was the only girl I dated that I couldn’t fuck. When we broke up she said I was lazy and shallow. That pissed me off and I’ve wanted a chance to get even with her ever since. Well, I’m going to see if I can’t remedy that next week.”
Jack wrote back, “Isn’t Wendy married now? How are you going to get her in bed if her husband comes with her?”
Dave wrote, “I don’t care if her husband comes with her or not. I am going to fuck her and break up her marriage. I’ll let you know when it happens.”
How the hell could Wendy have let herself be sucked in by this slime ball? I looked at my watch and it was 12:30. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I remembered that Dave was with Wendy at that moment. They were probably finishing lunch and talking about where they would go to have sex. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “This is Wendy’s problem now.” She didn’t have any idea what kind of asshole she was dealing with.
The next note to Jack was dated a week later. It read, “Jack, I told you I would do it and I did. I fucked Wendy last night and it was great. It was pretty wild. I used my sister to get me into the reunion Saturday night and I pretended to just bump into Wendy by accident. I told her how happy I was to see her and how great she looked and asked her to sit with me so we could catch up on each other’s lives. I told her a few lies that made me look good then complemented her on how great she looked again. After that we danced and talked until the party ended. I gave her a ride back to her hotel before she left I asked her if she would have dinner with me last night.
“I guess I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable because she accepted my invitation. Then last night after dinner I drove around town and ended up in the high college parking lot, She asked me why I parked the car there and I told her I just wanted to talk. Then I bull shitted her about how much I missed her after we broke up and that I still think about her all the time. I kept up the BS for a while then I asked her if she remembered all the times we made out in my car in that same parking lot when we were in high college. She just looked at me without speaking so I pulled her to me and kissed her. She resisted at first but she was beginning to loosen up after a few kisses. Suddenly she pulled away and said that she had to call her husband. She got out of the car and made a call on her cell phone.
“I knew that if she let me kiss her again after she got off the phone with her husband that she would be mine.
“She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes then she got back in the car. She didn’t say anything, so I asked her if everything was all right. When she didn’t say anything right away I asked her if she wanted me to take her back to her hotel but she said she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. That was the moment of truth. Would she let me fuck her or not? I pulled her to me and kissed her and she responded by letting me put my tongue in her mouth. While our tongues were playing with each other and I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I had just put my hand on her knee and was starting to move it up under her skirt when her cell phone rang. Wendy pulled away from me to answer the phone. It was her fucking husband. As I listened to her tell him that she was in bed and had just turned off the television so she could go to sleep I put my hand back on her leg and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose so when my hand reached the bare skin above the top of her stockings I thought she would push my hand away but instead she spread her legs a little farther apart. I continued to move my hand very slowly and as I got closer to crotch I could feel the heat coming from her cunt. When I reached the crotch of her panties and began teasing her pussy through the thin material Wendy closed her eyes but kept right on talking to the poor bastard. I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to finger fuck her as she asked her husband if he would mind if she stayed here for a couple more days. Then she told him how much she loved him. I don’t know how she did it. She was humping my finger while she was talking to him and her voice never gave away the fact that she was close to having an orgasm.
“I continued to finger her with one hand while I took my cock out of my pants with the other. I continued to finger her until I heard her say good night to her husband then just before she turned her phone off I beeped the car horn. I was hoping that her husband would hear the horn before he hung up and would know that Wendy wasn’t in bed like she had just told him. As soon as Wendy put her phone back in her purse I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her head toward my cock She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation and sucked me off until I shot a load in her mouth. When she was done I handed her a couple of tissues from the glove box so she could clean herself up. After that I took her to my house where we spent the rest of the night fucking. She was so hot she about wore me out.
“I fucked her again this morning before we had breakfast. She is in the shower right now and when she gets out I am going to have her give me another blowjob. By the time she goes home she will belong to me. She’ll leave her husband then I’ll dump her.
More later, Dave.”
Reading that note was extremely painful. The image of Wendy talking to me on the phone while that asshole had his fingers in her pussy made me sick. But the worst part was that she could tell me she loved me while he had his fingers inside her. Also knowing that the two of them could be fucking at that very moment didn’t help.
The pain I was feeling right then made me wonder why I had brought Wendy to Chicago with me. Why was I helping them get back together? I had to keep telling myself that what Wendy did with Dave no longer mattered. If she spent the whole week fucking him or never fucked him again was no longer important. The damage was done. I needed my revenge on them.
I continued reading Dave’s notes and found everything I needed. Apparently Dave couldn’t do anything with out telling his friend Jack about it. There were more notes about the time he spent with Wendy during the time of the reunion. There was a note later expressing his disappointment that he hadn’t managed to break up Wendy’s marriage yet.
Then there was this note, “Jack, It’s official now. I am engaged to the daughter of the president of the company. The old fuck actually likes me. Nothing has been said about any prenuptial agreements so I guess they trust me. Megan is planning the wedding for December of next year. Now all I have to do is teach Megan how to suck my cock so I don’t have to fuck the ugly bitch all the time. I want you to be my best man but we can talk about that later. See ya, Dave.”
Many of the notes that followed made very crude and unflattering references to Dave’s fiancée and her father. There were also notes to Jack where Dave talked negatively about many of the other people he corresponded with via e-mail. I was beginning to get the impression that Dave only liked one person other than himself and that was Jack Hoover. But a note to another of Dave’s e-mail pen pals dispelled that myth. In that note Dave said that Jack was like a puppy, always following him around. Dave said, “I swear I think Jack would suck my cock if I told him to. I guess he just worships me.”
The more I read the worst he got. Then last spring Dave told Jack that he had arrange to have his sister ask Wendy to be in her wedding. He said, “I’ll be fucking that slut again
And hopefully this time it’ll kill her marriage.
I’d seen enough. I was afraid that if I read anymore I would end up getting a baseball bat and waiting for Dave to come home. I copied down Dave’s e-mail ID and password and put it in my wallet. I made sure I left everything the way I found it and then I slipped out of the house and walked back to my car.
When I got to the parking lot at the hotel I called the room but got no answer. Then I called Wendy on her cell phone. When she answered I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was out walking around the hotel. I told her I was on my way back to the hotel and would be there in a few minutes. Wendy said that she would meet me back in our room. I sat in the car for a few minutes until I saw Dave come out and give a ticket to the valet parking attendant. As soon as Dave got into his car and left I headed into the hotel.
If I hadn’t already known Wendy was with Dave all afternoon I wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at her. She looked happy to see me. She kissed me and slipped he tongue in my mouth. Even thought I was angry about what she was doing behind my back I still responded to the passion in her kiss and I could feel myself getting hard. Wendy and I were soon on the bed having sex. She gave my engorged cock a lot of oral attention and I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to return the favor. I knew what had been in her pussy earlier and I wasn’t about to put my tongue in there. All in all the sex was very satisfying and relieved some of the tension that had built up in me during the day.
On Tuesday and Wednesday I was able to put Wendy and Dave out of my mind and concentrate on me meetings. On both days when I got back to the hotel Wendy was waiting for me. She was hot and ready for sex and she was fantastic in bed.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
8TH PART
CHICAGO
The flight to Chicago on Sunday left an hour late, and then our bags were the last ones off the plane in Chicago. Given our less than pleasant time traveling and the tension I was feeling, I was a little uptight by the time we got to our hotel room. Wendy noticed how tense I was and told me to get undressed and she would give me a massage. She had me lay face down on the bed then she started massaging on the top of my head and worked her way down my back over my buttocks and down both of my legs. Then she had me roll over and she worked on my chest and down the front of my legs. The massage took nearly an hour and when she was finished Wendy asked, “Feel better?”
“Much better.”
“Well I’ve got something to make you feel even better.” Wendy began stroking my cock and as it began to harden she wrapped her lips around it and preceded to give me one of the best blowjobs she has ever given me. When I blew my load in her mouth she looked up at me and smiled then she swallowed the whole load.
I pulled her to me and started to slide my hand up her leg under her skirt but Wendy stopped me. She said, “It’s time to go out to dinner.”
I said, “I just wanted to return the favor.”
“No need to repay me. Besides, I want you to make love to me tonight and I expect you to give me a few orgasms then.”
One thing I found in all of this that seemed strange was that ever since Wendy came home from her high college reunion last year she was much hotter in bed. She was always been a good lover but she got even better and that night when we got back to the hotel was one of the hottest nights of sex I had ever had.
When we were both exhausted from our lovemaking Wendy drifted off to sleep while I laid awake thinking about what I was planning to do the next day. I was worried because if something went wrong I could end up in jail. My plan was to drive out to the Dickson’s house early in the morning and park my car where I could watch the house. As soon as Dave left for I was going to break into the house. I was sure that if I could get into his computer and his personal files I could find a way to get him. I didn’t like the idea of breaking into the house but I didn’t know what else to do. I figured it was fair; after all he broke into my marriage.
I wasn’t able to sleep so I got up and turned on my laptop and connected it to the data port on the telephone and went out to Wendy’s mail again. There was a note from her to Dave and a response. Wendy’s note read, “Dave, It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come out to your house. If Jim calls me I need to be near the hotel. Can you come into the city? W.”
Dave responded, “Wendy, I’ll pick you up at the hotel Monday morning at eleven o’clock. We’ll go have lunch and then we can go someplace where I can get a taste of that delicious pussy of yours. Dave.”
So he wasn’t going to go to work at all. He planned to spend the day with Wendy while I was at work. That screwed my plans. If I went to Dave’s house that would give him the time he needed with Wendy for them to have sex. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay in town and try to keep Wendy and Dave from having sex, or should I go out and search Dave’s house like I originally planned.
After about an hour of fretting over this I made my decision and then I went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
In the morning I left the hotel at 6:30 supposedly to have breakfast with the customer before our nine o’clock meeting. I picked up my car from parking valet and drove out to Oak Park. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I was able to make it in lees than an hour.
The Dickson’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac on a large lot with lots of trees and shrubs that made it easy for me to walk right up to the house without being seen by the neighbors. I looked into the garage to see if Dave’s car was in there. There was a car in the garage, a two-year old Lexus. Because there was only one car in the garage I assumed that it was Dave’s.
I started snooping around the house looking for the easiest way in. I could see no open windows or other weaknesses in the security of the house. It was beginning to look like I would have to break a window to get in. I didn’t care about breaking a window as long as the house didn’t have an alarm system.
I slipped in behind the shrubs next to garage and sat on the ground to wait. I pulled out a sandwich and the USA Today newspaper that the hotel left outside my door that morning. At ten o’clock the garage door began to open. I put the newspaper away and moved farther into the brush to better conceal myself and waited. After about a minute I heard the car start and soon it backed out of the garage. I could see Dave behind the wheel as he backed down the driveway and into the street. Dave turned the car around in the cul-de sac and began to drive away before he hit the button to close the garage door. By the time the door was halfway down Dave’s car was out of site so I quickly ran over to the garage entrance and ducked under the closing door.
I crossed the garage to the door going into the house. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I quietly slipped into the house and listened for any sound. The house was empty. I moved through the kitchen, down the hallway past the three small bedrooms and up the stairs to the study. I figured that this must be Dave’s study because of its proximity to his bedroom. When I looked at some of the papers on his desk I saw that I was right.
I look around the desk but found nothing of interest. Then I turned his computer on. When the computer finished booting up I began looking at the folders on his hard drive. I found one labeled PW. I opened it and found a list of passwords and the accounts or sites they went to. Not very secure. I found everything I needed to get to his e-mail box.
I opened his e-mail hoping to find just one thing I could use against him, but instead found more that I could have dreamed of. It turned out that Davey boy wasn’t a very nice person.
I found the most damning information in a mail folder named Jack. In it were notes he sent to and received from a guy named Jack Hoover. The notes went back more that two years.
I scanned through the notes looking for anything incriminating. It became apparent right away that Dave was a real asshole. In his notes he gave detailed descriptions of his sexual encounters with several women all of who were married. Then in a note from June of last year he wrote, “Jack, Just found out from my sister that Wendy Hillard is coming to town for their high college class reunion. In high college I did everything I could to get in Wendy’s pants but that bitch wouldn’t give in. She was the only girl I dated that I couldn’t fuck. When we broke up she said I was lazy and shallow. That pissed me off and I’ve wanted a chance to get even with her ever since. Well, I’m going to see if I can’t remedy that next week.”
Jack wrote back, “Isn’t Wendy married now? How are you going to get her in bed if her husband comes with her?”
Dave wrote, “I don’t care if her husband comes with her or not. I am going to fuck her and break up her marriage. I’ll let you know when it happens.”
How the hell could Wendy have let herself be sucked in by this slime ball? I looked at my watch and it was 12:30. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I remembered that Dave was with Wendy at that moment. They were probably finishing lunch and talking about where they would go to have sex. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “This is Wendy’s problem now.” She didn’t have any idea what kind of asshole she was dealing with.
The next note to Jack was dated a week later. It read, “Jack, I told you I would do it and I did. I fucked Wendy last night and it was great. It was pretty wild. I used my sister to get me into the reunion Saturday night and I pretended to just bump into Wendy by accident. I told her how happy I was to see her and how great she looked and asked her to sit with me so we could catch up on each other’s lives. I told her a few lies that made me look good then complemented her on how great she looked again. After that we danced and talked until the party ended. I gave her a ride back to her hotel before she left I asked her if she would have dinner with me last night.
“I guess I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable because she accepted my invitation. Then last night after dinner I drove around town and ended up in the high college parking lot, She asked me why I parked the car there and I told her I just wanted to talk. Then I bull shitted her about how much I missed her after we broke up and that I still think about her all the time. I kept up the BS for a while then I asked her if she remembered all the times we made out in my car in that same parking lot when we were in high college. She just looked at me without speaking so I pulled her to me and kissed her. She resisted at first but she was beginning to loosen up after a few kisses. Suddenly she pulled away and said that she had to call her husband. She got out of the car and made a call on her cell phone.
“I knew that if she let me kiss her again after she got off the phone with her husband that she would be mine.
“She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes then she got back in the car. She didn’t say anything, so I asked her if everything was all right. When she didn’t say anything right away I asked her if she wanted me to take her back to her hotel but she said she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. That was the moment of truth. Would she let me fuck her or not? I pulled her to me and kissed her and she responded by letting me put my tongue in her mouth. While our tongues were playing with each other and I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I had just put my hand on her knee and was starting to move it up under her skirt when her cell phone rang. Wendy pulled away from me to answer the phone. It was her fucking husband. As I listened to her tell him that she was in bed and had just turned off the television so she could go to sleep I put my hand back on her leg and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose so when my hand reached the bare skin above the top of her stockings I thought she would push my hand away but instead she spread her legs a little farther apart. I continued to move my hand very slowly and as I got closer to crotch I could feel the heat coming from her cunt. When I reached the crotch of her panties and began teasing her pussy through the thin material Wendy closed her eyes but kept right on talking to the poor bastard. I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to finger fuck her as she asked her husband if he would mind if she stayed here for a couple more days. Then she told him how much she loved him. I don’t know how she did it. She was humping my finger while she was talking to him and her voice never gave away the fact that she was close to having an orgasm.
“I continued to finger her with one hand while I took my cock out of my pants with the other. I continued to finger her until I heard her say good night to her husband then just before she turned her phone off I beeped the car horn. I was hoping that her husband would hear the horn before he hung up and would know that Wendy wasn’t in bed like she had just told him. As soon as Wendy put her phone back in her purse I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her head toward my cock She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation and sucked me off until I shot a load in her mouth. When she was done I handed her a couple of tissues from the glove box so she could clean herself up. After that I took her to my house where we spent the rest of the night fucking. She was so hot she about wore me out.
“I fucked her again this morning before we had breakfast. She is in the shower right now and when she gets out I am going to have her give me another blowjob. By the time she goes home she will belong to me. She’ll leave her husband then I’ll dump her.
More later, Dave.”
Reading that note was extremely painful. The image of Wendy talking to me on the phone while that asshole had his fingers in her pussy made me sick. But the worst part was that she could tell me she loved me while he had his fingers inside her. Also knowing that the two of them could be fucking at that very moment didn’t help.
The pain I was feeling right then made me wonder why I had brought Wendy to Chicago with me. Why was I helping them get back together? I had to keep telling myself that what Wendy did with Dave no longer mattered. If she spent the whole week fucking him or never fucked him again was no longer important. The damage was done. I needed my revenge on them.
I continued reading Dave’s notes and found everything I needed. Apparently Dave couldn’t do anything with out telling his friend Jack about it. There were more notes about the time he spent with Wendy during the time of the reunion. There was a note later expressing his disappointment that he hadn’t managed to break up Wendy’s marriage yet.
Then there was this note, “Jack, It’s official now. I am engaged to the daughter of the president of the company. The old fuck actually likes me. Nothing has been said about any prenuptial agreements so I guess they trust me. Megan is planning the wedding for December of next year. Now all I have to do is teach Megan how to suck my cock so I don’t have to fuck the ugly bitch all the time. I want you to be my best man but we can talk about that later. See ya, Dave.”
Many of the notes that followed made very crude and unflattering references to Dave’s fiancée and her father. There were also notes to Jack where Dave talked negatively about many of the other people he corresponded with via e-mail. I was beginning to get the impression that Dave only liked one person other than himself and that was Jack Hoover. But a note to another of Dave’s e-mail pen pals dispelled that myth. In that note Dave said that Jack was like a puppy, always following him around. Dave said, “I swear I think Jack would suck my cock if I told him to. I guess he just worships me.”
The more I read the worst he got. Then last spring Dave told Jack that he had arrange to have his sister ask Wendy to be in her wedding. He said, “I’ll be fucking that slut again
And hopefully this time it’ll kill her marriage.
I’d seen enough. I was afraid that if I read anymore I would end up getting a baseball bat and waiting for Dave to come home. I copied down Dave’s e-mail ID and password and put it in my wallet. I made sure I left everything the way I found it and then I slipped out of the house and walked back to my car.
When I got to the parking lot at the hotel I called the room but got no answer. Then I called Wendy on her cell phone. When she answered I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was out walking around the hotel. I told her I was on my way back to the hotel and would be there in a few minutes. Wendy said that she would meet me back in our room. I sat in the car for a few minutes until I saw Dave come out and give a ticket to the valet parking attendant. As soon as Dave got into his car and left I headed into the hotel.
If I hadn’t already known Wendy was with Dave all afternoon I wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at her. She looked happy to see me. She kissed me and slipped he tongue in my mouth. Even thought I was angry about what she was doing behind my back I still responded to the passion in her kiss and I could feel myself getting hard. Wendy and I were soon on the bed having sex. She gave my engorged cock a lot of oral attention and I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to return the favor. I knew what had been in her pussy earlier and I wasn’t about to put my tongue in there. All in all the sex was very satisfying and relieved some of the tension that had built up in me during the day.
On Tuesday and Wednesday I was able to put Wendy and Dave out of my mind and concentrate on me meetings. On both days when I got back to the hotel Wendy was waiting for me. She was hot and ready for sex and she was fantastic in bed.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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