We were both panting as if we'd run a mile.
"What are you going to tell your husband when he finds you like this?" the guy laughed.
"I won't need to tell him anything," I smiled up happily.
"He doesn't mind you fucking about?" the guy questioned.
"He likes it," I replied, for the first time wondering what my husband was doing.
"If he likes it, tell him to send you along to my room in the morning, and I'll fuck you again," he laughed, I think not knowing whether to believe me or not.
Now that he'd had his fuck, the guy pulled up his pants and was gone. Rob then appeared, grinning from ear to ear. "Wasn't that so absolutely fabulous," he raved in sheer exhilaration. "Look at your cunt," he said, using that so obscene word, "what a fucking cum bucket. "
Rob untied my bonds, and I winced as I stretched my arms and legs which had gone numb from their long time in the one position..
"Now then you unfaithful little slut," my husband grinned lustfully, "tell me all about your filthy infidelity," and we excitedly talked about every aspect of what had taken place, Rob had seen the most of it through the window. No detail was left untold, and never had we felt so wonderfully sexy.
Soon we were fucking, my husband marvelling at how "sloppy" my pussy was.
That night we were both so ecstatically happy, our night had been absolutely perfect and we couldn't have wished for any more.
The next morning, after a lovely sound, blissful sleep, Rob reminded me of what I had told him of the guy's words about fucking me in the morning.
I really needed no reminding, as I'd been thinking of it myself.
Accordingly I dressed myself in no more than my bathrobe and prepared to go the few doors along to the guy's room.
"Just a moment," my husband said, grabbing up pen and paper. He scribbled briefly and then handed the paper to me with a grin.
I read what he'd written:
"Good morning.
Here's my wife for you to fuck as you requested.
Enjoy her."
I giggled happily and went on my mission, barefoot and clutching my robe about me.
The motel manager, just happening to be walking towards his office, looked at me askance as I knocked on the guy's door and let my robe fall open at the front.
"You fucking whore," the guy declared in some amazement when he opened his door, but his face immediately breaking into a grin.
I said nothing but handed him the note. He read it and grinned even more. "Unbelievable!" he gasped, pulling me inside the room.
A half hour later, I stumbled, dishevelled, from the guy's room and returned to where my husband was waiting.
"Fabulous," Rob lustfully moaned as he once more sunk his hard cock into my sloppy, sperm filled pussy.
Later, as we were preparing to leave the motel, I giggled and asked my husband, "are you going to make a booking for another night?"
"Slut," Rob laughed, then added "I already have."
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