Once a month we get a room at a fine hotel. We arrive in late afternoon and I watch my wife prepare herself for her date. This usually takes a good two hours or more. While I watch, I steel myself with a ******* or two. I watch her bath and do her hair, nails and make-up. Then she dresses, teasing me all the while. At the appointed time, there is a knock on the door. I always answer. There stands the man she has chosen to spend the evening with. He is one of a few tall, handsome, intelligent black studs she loves. Naturally he is hung like a horse. I invite him in and my wife greets him with a hot, passionate kiss. I pour myself another ******* and sit in the chair across from the bed. The lights are dim but I can still see everything. The scent of her perfume mingles with his cologne. It begins ...
