He sat reading in the hotel bed when the door opened and his wife returned from her outing. She stripped, dropping her clothes on the floor. He got glimpses of her pink and moist pussy as she kneewalked up his legs.

As soon as she pulled the sheet off, she grasped that so-familiar erection, the only one she’d enjoyed thousands of times during their 25 plus years together. With practiced ease she engulfed it in that place between her thighs, entry aided by fresh lubrication. He noticed the silky feeling. As much from habit as anything, he reached to fondle her swinging jugs.