Resort Weekend pt2
The next morning Reece woke up stiff, rolling his tongue around in his mouth. His mouth tasted funny. Oh yeah, its pussy. He thought with a smile. But not Gia’s pussy! Panic erupted in him, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked in the bed; Tasha was sleeping soundly beside him. FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! It wasn’t a dream. He actually had done it. He cheated on his wife. Gaping anguish threatened to swallow him whole now as his stomach lurched. He felt sick. He looked around the room trying to get his bearings. This wasn’t his room. Where was he? That’s right. He and Tasha had fucked for hours, finally making it to the company dinner last night some 45 minutes late. Each coming in a different door. Then they had stayed out drinking …