The only reason that I’d allowed my married cock to wander adulterously into Katrina’s (admittedly marvelous) vagina was because of her report that my wife was fucking her boyfriend. Her amended revelation had upended everything. “Wait – so my wife is NOT screwing your boyfriend?!?”
As Katrina guiltily shook her head no, there was more knocking on the hotel room door.
Through clenched teeth, I whispered desperately: “What do we do now?!?!?”
Katrina was stark naked. So was I. Actually, she was still sitting on my dick … even though it was rapidly wilting and about ready to fall out.
Quickly scanning the room, Katrina whispered, “Should I hide??”
I looked around, but I didn’t see any obvious hiding places. “Where?!?” I was panicking.
Katrina dismounted. Despite the gravity of the situation, I groaned with regret at the swift departure of her tight, warm pussy. Quietly, she responded, “The closet??”
More knocking. Shit!! For the first time, the addition of a voice confirmed who’d been knocking. It was indeed my wife. “Hunny, if you can hear me, it’s me – I must’ve lost my room key.”
There was no time to lose. I hissed to Katrina, “Fine, go in the closet – but you cannot make a single fucking sound!!!”
Katrina shot me a facial expression that signaled, Duh, I know that.
As she tiptoed over to the bi-fold closet doors, I caught my first glimpse of her spectacular backside. The perfection of her ass was like an onion – enough to make a grown man cry. I’m probably sooo screwed, I thought to myself, but I can’t deny that she is FUCKING hot. I can’t believe that she was just riding my cock!!!
That flashback, combined with the sight of her alluring curves, was rapidly making me hard again. Uh oh – how is it going to look if I greet my wife with a raging hard-on?!?
As if on cue, my wife knocked again – louder. “Hunny?? It’s me! Can you let me in please?!?”
I had to respond. Pretending as if I had just woken out of slumber, I mumbled groggily, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there.”