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29 Temmuz 2022, 15:50
It's 9pm and John has finally made it to his hotel after yet another horrendous trip.
Starting out at 4am he drove to the airport in torrential rain, parking his car and getting soaked walking the half mile from the car park to join a snaking line of bedraggled passengers standing patiently outside the terminal building.
Three hours later, he got through security, only to find his flight is delayed.
14 hours after he set out, he stands forlornly at the luggage belt before realising that his bag didn't make the flight. With a sigh he searches out a disinterested woman to report his loss and then searches in vain for a taxi, the terminal now almost deserted.
Digging out his phone he calls the hotel, who send a courtesy car.
More waiting. At least the rain is warmer here, he thinks.
Now thoroughly pissed off and ready for bed, he grabs his key card and heads for the lifts, just as one of his colleagues spots him and calls across from the bar.
"John, where have you been? What do you want to drink?"
He sighs, turns and walks toward the inevitable - another early hours session followed by a disturbed nights sleep.
Three drinks later and John is buzzing and chatting away happily.
His colleague Tony is good company and persuades John to go out for a drink to a bar he knows. John knows this is a bad idea, as Tony has spent many years in this town and knows every strip bar and knocking shop like the back of his hand.
It was going to be a long night.
They drag themselves around a few bars before ending up in Tony's favourite place.
A dim and dingy bar opening out to an even more dimly lit back room, with skimpily dressed girls sitting with customers or perched waiting on stools by the bar.
As they walk in, one of the girls jumps off her stool, smiles broadly at Tony and jiggles across the floor, her tiny breasts almost falling out of her tight dress as she excitedly welcomes us.
Tony now has a drink in one hand and his free arm around his favourite girl, with John looking around for company.
The girls all seem so young, he thinks. A man in his fifties shouldn't be groping a girl half his age, so he waves away a succession of girls younger than his kids and sits alone by the dance floor. A tall blonde skinny girl is just finishing her dance, grinding her pussy against the shiny pole whilst staring into the distance. She grabs her clothes and runs off without a glance at him.
Looking round, John begins to dream of a warm hotel bed. He's getting a bit old for all this. A lifetime of working away from home, getting drunk with work mates, is beginning to wear thin and he downs his drink, ready to leave.
The lights go up, just as he puts down his glass and the music starts again. This time, it is not the usual drum and bass or whatever they call the mind thumping dance crap favoured by most strippers. A song from his past starts up and he sits back, intending to listen to this one song before going. Keith Richards guitar signals the appearance of a more mature girl.
She strides confidently to the stage, giving him a broad smile, licking her lips as she grabs the pole and spins round as Mick Jagger tells her to "Start it up".
John likes the look of her, being totally different from the usual stripper, and he smiles back and winks at her. This results in her face breaking out in a huge smile before she blows him a kiss.
Her skin is smooth and shiny, as dark as ebony, her body unusually full, with huge round breasts bulging from a glittering top. John watches her as she hitches up her short dress to work the pole like a gymnast. Wow, he thinks, she doesn't look like a dancer, as he watches her large buns flit past his nose. She even has a podgy stomach, just like his wife Jane. But..... Jane hasn't made him feel like this for a long time, she hasn't made his cock spring to life and ache to penetrate her. One smile from this stripper has peeled away thirty years and he desperately wants to fuck her, his eyes never leaving her body, the music fading into the background as he watches, mesmerised.
The dance finishes as soon as it started and the ebony beauty gives him one last smile before disappearing backstage.
Tony has also disappeared and John is now alone in a club that seems to be closing. Looking at his watch, it's not surprising - it's 5am.
His phone buzzes. It's a message from Tony, "see you later kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) (smiley face)."
"What an idiot." John said to the phone. "Spending hundreds of euros to fuck a whore."
John drags his tired frame to the door and walks out into early morning sunlight.
Somebody pinches his backside and walks past in a heavy coat. As he turns to look, he sees his ebony beauty disappearing down a side street, looking back and shouting to him in a thick Nigerian accent. "See you tonight darlin'? I'll do a special dance, just for you, then we can have a good time eh?" She disappeared into a taxi, her cheeky grin reminding him why he was standing in a deserted street, in a foreign country, with a monumental erection.
Back at the hotel, John peeled back the sheets and climbed in. Only one thing to do before catching a few hours precious sleep - he had to get rid of this hard on.
Before he left home a young guy in his local bar, Danny, had told him of a dating site that he had just found. John feigned interest at the time and had allowed Danny to sign him up using a nickname, but wasn't really keen. He didn't fancy getting involved in a relationship outside of his marriage, despite Jane being totally disinterested in sex, as her menopause progressed, despite the latest hormone therapy she had started.
He would go back to the hotel and watch porn instead, getting his satisfaction that way.
Back in his room and with a persistent erection nagging away at him, he began to think about Tony's lifestyle and to wonder what he might be missing, so he opened his laptop to find the link sent to him with an explanation of how the dating site worked. With heavy eyelids John found the site, signed in and searched for women in his local area.
A number of women came up, all much younger than him and nobody he recognised, others having vague profiles with no photo, so he was about to switch off when he noticed a link.
Danny had told him that a number of his mates would post video clips of their encounters on a related site, which he advised him not to visit as the security was poor. John clicked on the link anyway, his stiff cock now guiding his actions.
A long list of clips with still images filled the screen. He clicked through, reading the inane titles and scanning endless dodgy clips of anonymous cocks plunging into assorted battered vaginas. No faces, nothing exciting, "just cunt shots." he thought.
He was fighting sleep and thinking of closing his laptop when he spotted another clip which showed a large green leather sofa. It was similar to the one in his own house, so he clicked on it to study the room.
"No pictures on the walls and no chintzy cushions like our house," he thought and was about to switch off when a woman came into view, dressed only in stockings topped off with black lacy knickers. She had her back to the camera and laid a number of pillows onto the sofa before disappearing from view. A naked man's backside loomed in front of the camera. He was fiddling with a phone and seemed to be messaging somebody. Turning round, the screen filled with his cock. "Wow, this guy is hung," John thought. "lucky bastard" he muttered to himself, before his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.
********
Waking with a dry mouth, a head ache and with his limp cock in his hand, John got up and fumbled with the curtains. A blinding light made him close them again and he turned to stumble to the toilet, just as the maid burst in. John froze as his eyes cleared to see a middle aged woman looking at his groin with a distasteful look on her face. John stared back at her, naked and numb, looking down at where her eyes were transfixed. To his surprise and shame, his cock was swelling at this unexpected situation and he watched as the maid shook her head and slowly closed the door without a word, her eyes still on the swollen member before she disappeared from view.
After a shower, he started to feel almost human again and began thinking of breakfast. It dawned on him that it was midday, so decided to phone room service and crawl back into bed. Work could wait as he was running the station, so called the shots. Dragging his laptop from the floor he fired off an email to work, explaining how an unexpected meeting was dragging on and that he would call in later.
The page was still open from where he fell asleep, so he considered clearing his cache in case the IT department kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) started peeking at his visited websites.
The video clip had finished while he slept and a still image of the green sofa stared back at him. He read the title: "Hot Wife Takes Me Again."
Curiosity made him start the clip. He wondered how the woman would handle such a big cock, remembering how Jane always pulled a face when their friends joked about guys with big cocks.
The woman came into view again, laying down the pillows, followed by the well endowed guy, holding a phone and messaging somebody. That madeJohn remember that he hadn't checked his personal messages, so he checked his phone - five whatsapp messages and a text from Jane, hoping he didn't get delayed.
The whatsapp messages were from his golf buddies, reacting to him baling out of their game yesterday. Out of the four members, only two made it to the course, with Danny's friend Andy also sending a message apologising for not making the tee time due to work commitments.
The video clip was still running and John began stroking his cock as he watched the woman sitting on the sofa, slowly pulling down her panties leaving her clad only in a black suspender belt and stockings, giving the camera a shot of her shaved pussy.
"What a crappy video, can't see her tits and her head's out of shot." He said to himself as he gripped his ever growing member.
The man came in, blocking the view of the woman. He bent his head and knelt between her legs, going down on her. The sound was poor, but he could hear her moaning gently as the guys tongue explored her, a hand clutching his shaved head and pulling him closer as she moaned in pleasure. John was getting turned on now and began to masturbate.
Jane used to like oral, he remembered, but he was never particularly keen because she refused to shave her pussy. He had a flashback of tonguing a thick matt of wiry hair, probing for an elusive clitoris. This guy was having no such problem, her reaction showed that he was hitting all the right spots.
A stifled scream signalled the woman's orgasm and his attention turned back to the image of a woman's torso contorted with pleasure as she pushed her hips toward his face, gripping his head with both hands, grinding her pussy against his face.
The guy stood up and turned to move the camera, putting it on the floor, adjusting it to show a close up between her legs before disappearing from view for a while, leaving the woman breathing heavily, her pussy juice dripping slowly between the cheeks of her backside.
"Fuck me she's turned on, look at the juices coming out of her." John mumbled to himself, thinking of Jane again, "about the only similarity between this woman and my wife is the sofa.....oh, and she's got thread veins on her legs too." John continued to stroke his engorged cock, staring at the puffy red pussy filling the screen.
The guy came back with a tube of something, which he rubbed onto his cock, the woman reaching out to touch him and saying something before laughing as she moved herself into position, pulling a pillow under herself, lifting her legs to receive him as he straddled the camera, his balls hanging in view, a long cock hanging over her stomach, slowly moving down to nuzzle it against her labia, playing his cock along her slit, making her moan again.
Each time his cock slid along her labia her hips moved up, begging for him to enter her, but he teased her endlessly, dipping his cock into her entrance before sliding it up over her clit then down to her anus, stopping occasionally, pressing at her brown hole, which made her pull back, wriggling to position her vagina against his cock, begging it to enter her.
John found this exciting and found himself speaking out loud to his laptop.
"Go on, stick it in her. Fuck her fella, give it to her, she's begging for it!"
The guy seemed to hear his urging as he circled her labia one more time before pushing his engorged head slowly into her now dripping pussy. John watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy, the labia clinging and dragging down it as he momentarily pulled back before slowly pressing it further in until his balls rested against her fat backside. The woman moaned her pleasure as he started to fuck her slowly, her legs pulling up and apart to allow him to push deep on every stroke.
"She is taking that cock like a pro!" John said as he began illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) to feel his own orgasm coming, thrashing himself as he concentrated on the image of an anonymous cock pounding away at a fat juicy pussy. He found this very exciting and groaned quietly as the camera fell, leaving only an image of the ceiling and the sound of a muffled scream and a deep grunting noise signalling the finale of the on screen coupling, with John imagining the guy filling her pussy with cum.
The camera was now being picked up and John could see the woman's torso once more as the couple changed position. John finally got a shot of her heavy breasts in close up, briefly showing a large brown mole under the left breast, her nipples rigidly erect as she moved round to push her man back onto the sofa, looking down at his huge stiff cock pointing at the ceiling before kneeling before him and taking it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down for a few minutes.
She soon got tired of this and stood up, turning to face the camera, her hair hiding her face as she bent down, backing toward the erect cock. He watched as she fumbled between her legs, holding the large cock between finger and thumb, guiding it into her, slowly sliding down it, moaning as it filled her.
"Weird, she has a mole in the same place as Jane." John briefly thought as he closed his eyes and started to approach orgasm. He found himself imagining it was Jane, his eyes closed and listening to the muffled voices as their lovemaking started again.
He opened his eyes just as the guys foot caught the camera, moving it back. Her face came into view as she came again, her eyes firmly closed, face contorted as she writhed in ecstasy on top of the man, his cock fully embedded in another man's wife.
He watched her continue to ride the man like she was possessed, mumbling incoherently, hair hanging over her face, breasts slapping together, filling the screen. The guy then hooked the camera with his foot, dragging it toward him, picking it up and moving it to show his cock being ridden hard as she slammed her hips against him, taking him deep inside her as she grimaced and moaned, grinding her hips to drain every last ounce of ecstasy out of this man's cock. The guy moved the camera closer, ready to show his ejaculation in close up.
John was about to come and his mind was telling him that the woman was Jane taking that huge cock. He imagined it was Jane pounding him, her breasts slamming together as she frantically fucked him.
John suddenly let go his load in a knee buckling orgasm, just as the door opened again, the maid standing speechless at the door holding his breakfast tray, staring at him pumping furiously at his cock with cum jerking across the sheets that she would soon have to change.
Putting the tray on the floor she slammed the door, leaving John aghast as he came back to his senses.
Feeling wretched, he went to close the laptop lid, just as the woman in the video shouted.
"Yes, yes, that's it, come in me Andy, come in me! Oh yes, I love it..... fuck, you're so big, I love that cock, fill me with cum you beautiful man!"
It was Jane's voice that begged for his cum, it was Jane's breasts bobbing in front of the camera, her mole clearly in the same place it always had been, and it was his golf buddy Andy's cock which was firmly embedded in John's wife, his semen now dripping between her fingers as she clutched her pussy, seemingly trying to hold in every drop as she twitched as her orgasm faded.
The clip stopped at that moment, returning to the still image of a green sofa. The same sofa that John had been sitting on, holding a beer whilst watching football, only the day before.
He stared helplessly at the screen, barely believing that he had just watched his wife fucked by another man.....and embarrassed himself in front of a middle aged hotel maid.
John now knew his marriage was over. He also knew where he was going that night. His cock was going to slip inside a beautiful plump ebony skinned woman, no matter how much it would cost him. He would spend all of his expenses on fucking as many whores as he could afford, revenge fucking his way to the divorce courts.
He picked up the breakfast tray and sat at the desk to eat, his mind full of thoughts.
As he looked at the tray, he wondered if the maid might come back, and if she might........no, those things only happen in porn movies.
Just then, the door lock slowly clicked and John found himself staring at the maid, who was looking round the door, looking down at his slowly hardening cock and smiling at him.
"Are you ready for service?"
Starting out at 4am he drove to the airport in torrential rain, parking his car and getting soaked walking the half mile from the car park to join a snaking line of bedraggled passengers standing patiently outside the terminal building.
Three hours later, he got through security, only to find his flight is delayed.
14 hours after he set out, he stands forlornly at the luggage belt before realising that his bag didn't make the flight. With a sigh he searches out a disinterested woman to report his loss and then searches in vain for a taxi, the terminal now almost deserted.
Digging out his phone he calls the hotel, who send a courtesy car.
More waiting. At least the rain is warmer here, he thinks.
Now thoroughly pissed off and ready for bed, he grabs his key card and heads for the lifts, just as one of his colleagues spots him and calls across from the bar.
"John, where have you been? What do you want to drink?"
He sighs, turns and walks toward the inevitable - another early hours session followed by a disturbed nights sleep.
Three drinks later and John is buzzing and chatting away happily.
His colleague Tony is good company and persuades John to go out for a drink to a bar he knows. John knows this is a bad idea, as Tony has spent many years in this town and knows every strip bar and knocking shop like the back of his hand.
It was going to be a long night.
They drag themselves around a few bars before ending up in Tony's favourite place.
A dim and dingy bar opening out to an even more dimly lit back room, with skimpily dressed girls sitting with customers or perched waiting on stools by the bar.
As they walk in, one of the girls jumps off her stool, smiles broadly at Tony and jiggles across the floor, her tiny breasts almost falling out of her tight dress as she excitedly welcomes us.
Tony now has a drink in one hand and his free arm around his favourite girl, with John looking around for company.
The girls all seem so young, he thinks. A man in his fifties shouldn't be groping a girl half his age, so he waves away a succession of girls younger than his kids and sits alone by the dance floor. A tall blonde skinny girl is just finishing her dance, grinding her pussy against the shiny pole whilst staring into the distance. She grabs her clothes and runs off without a glance at him.
Looking round, John begins to dream of a warm hotel bed. He's getting a bit old for all this. A lifetime of working away from home, getting drunk with work mates, is beginning to wear thin and he downs his drink, ready to leave.
The lights go up, just as he puts down his glass and the music starts again. This time, it is not the usual drum and bass or whatever they call the mind thumping dance crap favoured by most strippers. A song from his past starts up and he sits back, intending to listen to this one song before going. Keith Richards guitar signals the appearance of a more mature girl.
She strides confidently to the stage, giving him a broad smile, licking her lips as she grabs the pole and spins round as Mick Jagger tells her to "Start it up".
John likes the look of her, being totally different from the usual stripper, and he smiles back and winks at her. This results in her face breaking out in a huge smile before she blows him a kiss.
Her skin is smooth and shiny, as dark as ebony, her body unusually full, with huge round breasts bulging from a glittering top. John watches her as she hitches up her short dress to work the pole like a gymnast. Wow, he thinks, she doesn't look like a dancer, as he watches her large buns flit past his nose. She even has a podgy stomach, just like his wife Jane. But..... Jane hasn't made him feel like this for a long time, she hasn't made his cock spring to life and ache to penetrate her. One smile from this stripper has peeled away thirty years and he desperately wants to fuck her, his eyes never leaving her body, the music fading into the background as he watches, mesmerised.
The dance finishes as soon as it started and the ebony beauty gives him one last smile before disappearing backstage.
Tony has also disappeared and John is now alone in a club that seems to be closing. Looking at his watch, it's not surprising - it's 5am.
His phone buzzes. It's a message from Tony, "see you later kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) (smiley face)."
"What an idiot." John said to the phone. "Spending hundreds of euros to fuck a whore."
John drags his tired frame to the door and walks out into early morning sunlight.
Somebody pinches his backside and walks past in a heavy coat. As he turns to look, he sees his ebony beauty disappearing down a side street, looking back and shouting to him in a thick Nigerian accent. "See you tonight darlin'? I'll do a special dance, just for you, then we can have a good time eh?" She disappeared into a taxi, her cheeky grin reminding him why he was standing in a deserted street, in a foreign country, with a monumental erection.
Back at the hotel, John peeled back the sheets and climbed in. Only one thing to do before catching a few hours precious sleep - he had to get rid of this hard on.
Before he left home a young guy in his local bar, Danny, had told him of a dating site that he had just found. John feigned interest at the time and had allowed Danny to sign him up using a nickname, but wasn't really keen. He didn't fancy getting involved in a relationship outside of his marriage, despite Jane being totally disinterested in sex, as her menopause progressed, despite the latest hormone therapy she had started.
He would go back to the hotel and watch porn instead, getting his satisfaction that way.
Back in his room and with a persistent erection nagging away at him, he began to think about Tony's lifestyle and to wonder what he might be missing, so he opened his laptop to find the link sent to him with an explanation of how the dating site worked. With heavy eyelids John found the site, signed in and searched for women in his local area.
A number of women came up, all much younger than him and nobody he recognised, others having vague profiles with no photo, so he was about to switch off when he noticed a link.
Danny had told him that a number of his mates would post video clips of their encounters on a related site, which he advised him not to visit as the security was poor. John clicked on the link anyway, his stiff cock now guiding his actions.
A long list of clips with still images filled the screen. He clicked through, reading the inane titles and scanning endless dodgy clips of anonymous cocks plunging into assorted battered vaginas. No faces, nothing exciting, "just cunt shots." he thought.
He was fighting sleep and thinking of closing his laptop when he spotted another clip which showed a large green leather sofa. It was similar to the one in his own house, so he clicked on it to study the room.
"No pictures on the walls and no chintzy cushions like our house," he thought and was about to switch off when a woman came into view, dressed only in stockings topped off with black lacy knickers. She had her back to the camera and laid a number of pillows onto the sofa before disappearing from view. A naked man's backside loomed in front of the camera. He was fiddling with a phone and seemed to be messaging somebody. Turning round, the screen filled with his cock. "Wow, this guy is hung," John thought. "lucky bastard" he muttered to himself, before his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.
********
Waking with a dry mouth, a head ache and with his limp cock in his hand, John got up and fumbled with the curtains. A blinding light made him close them again and he turned to stumble to the toilet, just as the maid burst in. John froze as his eyes cleared to see a middle aged woman looking at his groin with a distasteful look on her face. John stared back at her, naked and numb, looking down at where her eyes were transfixed. To his surprise and shame, his cock was swelling at this unexpected situation and he watched as the maid shook her head and slowly closed the door without a word, her eyes still on the swollen member before she disappeared from view.
After a shower, he started to feel almost human again and began thinking of breakfast. It dawned on him that it was midday, so decided to phone room service and crawl back into bed. Work could wait as he was running the station, so called the shots. Dragging his laptop from the floor he fired off an email to work, explaining how an unexpected meeting was dragging on and that he would call in later.
The page was still open from where he fell asleep, so he considered clearing his cache in case the IT department kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) started peeking at his visited websites.
The video clip had finished while he slept and a still image of the green sofa stared back at him. He read the title: "Hot Wife Takes Me Again."
Curiosity made him start the clip. He wondered how the woman would handle such a big cock, remembering how Jane always pulled a face when their friends joked about guys with big cocks.
The woman came into view again, laying down the pillows, followed by the well endowed guy, holding a phone and messaging somebody. That madeJohn remember that he hadn't checked his personal messages, so he checked his phone - five whatsapp messages and a text from Jane, hoping he didn't get delayed.
The whatsapp messages were from his golf buddies, reacting to him baling out of their game yesterday. Out of the four members, only two made it to the course, with Danny's friend Andy also sending a message apologising for not making the tee time due to work commitments.
The video clip was still running and John began stroking his cock as he watched the woman sitting on the sofa, slowly pulling down her panties leaving her clad only in a black suspender belt and stockings, giving the camera a shot of her shaved pussy.
"What a crappy video, can't see her tits and her head's out of shot." He said to himself as he gripped his ever growing member.
The man came in, blocking the view of the woman. He bent his head and knelt between her legs, going down on her. The sound was poor, but he could hear her moaning gently as the guys tongue explored her, a hand clutching his shaved head and pulling him closer as she moaned in pleasure. John was getting turned on now and began to masturbate.
Jane used to like oral, he remembered, but he was never particularly keen because she refused to shave her pussy. He had a flashback of tonguing a thick matt of wiry hair, probing for an elusive clitoris. This guy was having no such problem, her reaction showed that he was hitting all the right spots.
A stifled scream signalled the woman's orgasm and his attention turned back to the image of a woman's torso contorted with pleasure as she pushed her hips toward his face, gripping his head with both hands, grinding her pussy against his face.
The guy stood up and turned to move the camera, putting it on the floor, adjusting it to show a close up between her legs before disappearing from view for a while, leaving the woman breathing heavily, her pussy juice dripping slowly between the cheeks of her backside.
"Fuck me she's turned on, look at the juices coming out of her." John mumbled to himself, thinking of Jane again, "about the only similarity between this woman and my wife is the sofa.....oh, and she's got thread veins on her legs too." John continued to stroke his engorged cock, staring at the puffy red pussy filling the screen.
The guy came back with a tube of something, which he rubbed onto his cock, the woman reaching out to touch him and saying something before laughing as she moved herself into position, pulling a pillow under herself, lifting her legs to receive him as he straddled the camera, his balls hanging in view, a long cock hanging over her stomach, slowly moving down to nuzzle it against her labia, playing his cock along her slit, making her moan again.
Each time his cock slid along her labia her hips moved up, begging for him to enter her, but he teased her endlessly, dipping his cock into her entrance before sliding it up over her clit then down to her anus, stopping occasionally, pressing at her brown hole, which made her pull back, wriggling to position her vagina against his cock, begging it to enter her.
John found this exciting and found himself speaking out loud to his laptop.
"Go on, stick it in her. Fuck her fella, give it to her, she's begging for it!"
The guy seemed to hear his urging as he circled her labia one more time before pushing his engorged head slowly into her now dripping pussy. John watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy, the labia clinging and dragging down it as he momentarily pulled back before slowly pressing it further in until his balls rested against her fat backside. The woman moaned her pleasure as he started to fuck her slowly, her legs pulling up and apart to allow him to push deep on every stroke.
"She is taking that cock like a pro!" John said as he began illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) to feel his own orgasm coming, thrashing himself as he concentrated on the image of an anonymous cock pounding away at a fat juicy pussy. He found this very exciting and groaned quietly as the camera fell, leaving only an image of the ceiling and the sound of a muffled scream and a deep grunting noise signalling the finale of the on screen coupling, with John imagining the guy filling her pussy with cum.
The camera was now being picked up and John could see the woman's torso once more as the couple changed position. John finally got a shot of her heavy breasts in close up, briefly showing a large brown mole under the left breast, her nipples rigidly erect as she moved round to push her man back onto the sofa, looking down at his huge stiff cock pointing at the ceiling before kneeling before him and taking it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down for a few minutes.
She soon got tired of this and stood up, turning to face the camera, her hair hiding her face as she bent down, backing toward the erect cock. He watched as she fumbled between her legs, holding the large cock between finger and thumb, guiding it into her, slowly sliding down it, moaning as it filled her.
"Weird, she has a mole in the same place as Jane." John briefly thought as he closed his eyes and started to approach orgasm. He found himself imagining it was Jane, his eyes closed and listening to the muffled voices as their lovemaking started again.
He opened his eyes just as the guys foot caught the camera, moving it back. Her face came into view as she came again, her eyes firmly closed, face contorted as she writhed in ecstasy on top of the man, his cock fully embedded in another man's wife.
He watched her continue to ride the man like she was possessed, mumbling incoherently, hair hanging over her face, breasts slapping together, filling the screen. The guy then hooked the camera with his foot, dragging it toward him, picking it up and moving it to show his cock being ridden hard as she slammed her hips against him, taking him deep inside her as she grimaced and moaned, grinding her hips to drain every last ounce of ecstasy out of this man's cock. The guy moved the camera closer, ready to show his ejaculation in close up.
John was about to come and his mind was telling him that the woman was Jane taking that huge cock. He imagined it was Jane pounding him, her breasts slamming together as she frantically fucked him.
John suddenly let go his load in a knee buckling orgasm, just as the door opened again, the maid standing speechless at the door holding his breakfast tray, staring at him pumping furiously at his cock with cum jerking across the sheets that she would soon have to change.
Putting the tray on the floor she slammed the door, leaving John aghast as he came back to his senses.
Feeling wretched, he went to close the laptop lid, just as the woman in the video shouted.
"Yes, yes, that's it, come in me Andy, come in me! Oh yes, I love it..... fuck, you're so big, I love that cock, fill me with cum you beautiful man!"
It was Jane's voice that begged for his cum, it was Jane's breasts bobbing in front of the camera, her mole clearly in the same place it always had been, and it was his golf buddy Andy's cock which was firmly embedded in John's wife, his semen now dripping between her fingers as she clutched her pussy, seemingly trying to hold in every drop as she twitched as her orgasm faded.
The clip stopped at that moment, returning to the still image of a green sofa. The same sofa that John had been sitting on, holding a beer whilst watching football, only the day before.
He stared helplessly at the screen, barely believing that he had just watched his wife fucked by another man.....and embarrassed himself in front of a middle aged hotel maid.
John now knew his marriage was over. He also knew where he was going that night. His cock was going to slip inside a beautiful plump ebony skinned woman, no matter how much it would cost him. He would spend all of his expenses on fucking as many whores as he could afford, revenge fucking his way to the divorce courts.
He picked up the breakfast tray and sat at the desk to eat, his mind full of thoughts.
As he looked at the tray, he wondered if the maid might come back, and if she might........no, those things only happen in porn movies.
Just then, the door lock slowly clicked and John found himself staring at the maid, who was looking round the door, looking down at his slowly hardening cock and smiling at him.
"Are you ready for service?"