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I wasn't disappointed about my wives creampie disappointment. She wouldn't warm up to anything happening on the way out, though I was slowly going crazy, wondering what she had on under that dress. Stroking her thigh drove me insane, she felt so warm and soft and silky underneath it. But she was firm in her refusals.

Arriving at the hotel, we checked in, and found our way to our room. It was definitely incredible, luxurious inside, and an imcredible view outside.

I fell back on the bed, exhausted in my frustration and desire, and watched her undress. She pulled off her long black dress, and stood before me in thigh high black stockings, with sheer lace panties, and a tiny scrap of a bra to match. I wanted to die, I was so hungry for wives creampie. She was definitely aware off my hungry gaze, and made sure she found lots of little things to do, pick up, rearrange, to prolong my torment. After a few minutes of this she walked over to the window, and stood in front of it, looking out. Turning her head to look at the hotel after a few minutes, she gasped.

"There's some guys in that window!!!" And flung herself away, turning towards me.

Her cheeks were suddenly flushed, and as looked at her, I realized her nipples were hard, and had pushed the top of her bra down, exposing themselves to my sight. Oh man, didi she look good!!!!

"Do you think they saw your wives creampie?" She said a little breathlessly.

"I don't think there's anyway they couldn't have, you were right in the window, they were only about ten feet away watching the wives creampie!" I told her, watching her for her reaction. She looked down at me, saw my cock showing plainly through my pants, and literally lunged at me, yanking my pants off, and diving on my cock. She gave me one of her most passionate suckings ever for a few moments, right up to the moment I was about to explode, and then stopped saving it for the wives creampie.