It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the damned.I woke up the next morning feeling great...birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by the side of the bed, which was weird; I’m not normally fussy at the best of times, so it was hard to believe I would have done that in my addled stupor. I staggered groggily out to the main room, where Bill was cooking up some eggs."Well," he said, with a grin. "That was one hell of an apology."I. She was rubbing my tool over my pant which was rock solid. And then I did something she was not expecting. I pulled her close and kissed her lips while driving the car. She too responded for a good 15 seconds. It was amazing for both of us. Soon I lost control over the car and she said to focus on the road.We both knew we wanted more. So I started driving towards Hyatt Regency where we got ourselves a suite room. As we entered the lift, I pushed her to the wall and kissed her lips while caressing her waist and hips. And I took her in my arms and took her to our suite.As we entered she was very excited about it. I said let’s take a bath first. I got the tap running to fill the bathtub. Meanwhile, I started kissing her neck and slowly undressing her. I removed her clothes one by one until she was in her black lingerie.She removed my clothes too while kissing my chest and licking my nipples. I was completely naked. She loved my dick which was saluting her. She immediately started.
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