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Jen - Cheating Wife

... rendezvous. She headed straight for the motel across town where Tony would be waiting. 'Room 7,' she thought as she drove. She chucked to herself recalling that she remembered the room number by tying, 'seven' to 'heaven', 'seven', 'heaven' she thought and smiled as she turned into the parking lot. Jen found the hotel room door unlocked and with a slight announcement, she walked in. Tony was reclining back on the bed. The covers were thrown to the floor and he laid there naked with only a thin bed sheet loosely covering him from his hips down. She closed the door behind her and walked toward him. She loved Tony's smile and his eyes. Without a sound, they spoke of his passion for her. Slow jazz was coming from the clock radio on the bed stand to the right. "Strip for me slowly," Tony said in a way that was equal parts request and suggestion. Jen started to sway her hips slowly to the rhythm. She closed her eyes and raised her arms outstretched over her head and then gradually brought them down to her temples. She dragged her hair back away from her face and swooshed her head back, letting her thick, long, brown hair tickle the back of her shoulders. Still swaying with her eyes closed, Jen brought her hands to the sides of her chest and gave her full breasts a squeeze, then grabbed her sports top at her ribcage and peeled it, and her sports bra, off over her head and threw them to the floor. Her open hands returned to her breasts and she rubbed her erect, sensitive nipples ...

... with just the palms of her hands. For the first time since her dance started, Jen opened her eyes and locked onto Tony's gaze. Tony's hard-on was quite visible through the thin material of the white bed sheet and as Tony stared back into Jen's eyes, he slowly traced the length of his cock with the fingertips of his right hand. Tony sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Now sitting, he said, "Come over here. Come closer." Jen smiled and sauntered with the beat closer to Tony, while she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist band of her workout pants. She peeled them down off her hips and down her thighs, leaving just the thong. She stepped out of them and left them jumbled on the floor as she arrived close to the bedside, just beyond his reach. She took a step to the left, separating her stance, and gyrated her thong strapped pussy and hips before Tony's face. Jen spun around with her back now to him and took a dramatic wide step to the right and bent quickly forward at the hips, whipping her long hair forward over her head. The soaked thong was nestled up between the mounds of her smooth, shaved pussy as she looked back between her legs at Tony and reached her hand, outstretched calling for his touch, through her legs. When he reached for her, she smiled and quickly retracted her offered hand, but left it resting on the exposed flesh of her labia. Jen's breath was very deep and audible now. She rubbed her self in long stokes ending at her wrist and finally ...