Picture Diego

Everything thing had been working properly last night with Diego, I thought, and almost on cue I felt a stirring. A different set of thoughts flooded my mind. I couldn't get it up for my wife, who was stroking me, but I could get it up for another man? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I tried not to think about it, but the more I tried, the more I pictured his bubble butt. The more I pictured his ass, the harder I got. I remember the feeling of his lips on me and how it felt to have his cock shoved up my ass. I wished he was here now and not Susan.

"I'm sorry," Susan said reluctantly. "I just...I'm sorry."

By that time I was rock hard and there was no doubt that it was for the bell boy and not my wife. I knew Susan wanted to fuck, but I only wanted Diego right then...