MRS UK'S STORY
I returned from the toilet and rubbed Carl's arm lightly with my fingers, it was time to put my plan into action. "I keep thinking about my bank card. I'd be happier if I went to the room and fetched it, the hotel's only a minutes walk from here." Carl smiled and asked, "Are you trying to get me into your hotel room?" "Would you like that?" I said and he grabbed my hand and said "Come on!" I had to give my husband chance to be in his hiding place but Carl was desperate for me. I led him over to a dark corner, popped my drink on a shelf and cupped his manhood in my hand. I squeezed gently and kissed him, licking the tip of his tongue as I massaged his balls. His hand moved up my dress and his thumb went inside my panties and slipped easily up my wet pussy. The plan to delay things had backfired as I could wait no longer. "Let's go and fuck," I said.
MR UK'S STORY
I hurried up to our room, trying to envisage the wardrobes size and position. Was my wife really bringing a guy into the room or was she just teasing? I prayed for the former. The thoughts of watching her take cock was becoming an obsession. I entered the room and the large brown wardrobe waited for me. It faced the end of the bed so I'd get a real good view of the action that I hoped was going to take place. Opening the doors I saw that I was going to be ok for space. Had my wife checked this earlier? It was going to be warm in there so I took all my clothes off. I entered the wardrobe and pushed it ajar, enough to see through but not enough to be seen. I heard footsteps and giggles from down the corridor. I was motionless but breathing quite heavily. I suddenly realised that I had my hard cock in my hand.