Eating Cuckold Creampie
You need to go back to the hotel. I'll say, Ok, but I sure wanted to see the floor show in the club across the street. You have Bill volunteer to take you to the hotel."
"Great," she said. "If the DO NOT DISTURB sign is still on our room's door, come back later. I'm still getting eating cuckold creampie."
"Ok," I agreed. "When he comes out of the bathroom I'll go to the bathroom and give you time to talk to your volunteer."
"Where do you want the eating cuckold creampie?" she asked. "In my ass or in my pussy?"
"Both," I said as Bill exited the bathroom and I headed to the bathroom.
When I returned to the table, the eating cuckold creampie plan worked perfectly. Bill even had an innocent look on his face. I gave her the key to our room. Bill called a taxi, and they left. I walked across the street and watched but paid no attention to the floor show. After an hour, I called a taxi and returned to the hotel. To my surprise, the knob on the room's door held no sign, and she did not answer my knock. She wasn't there. Oh, well, I thought, they got a room in another hotel.
The desk clerk let me in our room. I disrobed, and got in bed to wait for her. As usual when I waited for her, my body trembled with sexual excitement. About an hour later, the door opened and locked behind her. "Oh, Harvey," she said as she started undressing, "what a story I have for you."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Oh, yes."
To make this long story short, here's her eating cuckold creampie story: Bill, since he lived in that city, was afraid someone would recognize him going into a hotel. My wife, horny and fast thinking, simply asked the cab driver if he cared what they did in the back seat. The cabby, probably already eying her awesome body and watching them making out the moment they stepped inside his taxi, said, and I quote: "Hell, no!"
So, meter running, he drove around the city for two hours.
Ladies, see what I mean? When planning anything, including the eating cuckold creampie, two heads are better than one.