Porn theater, afterwards

Brenda had to ride with him to "show him the way". Of course, he knew where our hotel was when I told him the name of it, and besides, she doesn't know her way around Seattle at all. I fumed, knowing she just wanted to be with him, to suck his cock.
As I said, I was right, her head rarely appeared in the rear window of his big pickup as I followed them. I couldn't help but notice the analogy of our respective vehicle to our bodies, his big 4x4 diesel pickup to my little rental PT Cruiser.
He pulled into our hotel lot and parked, and as I pulled up beside them I could tell they were struggling to get his big, stiff cock tucked back into his shorts. Fortunately they were the cotton knit athletic type shorts, elastic waisted, so while they succeeded in getting him tucked away, those shorts did nothing to hide his arousal, or his enormous size. With that showing, Bren's hard nipples obvious through her t-shirt, and the wet cum stains on both her pants and mine, this was going to be an embarassing walk through the lobby of the hotel, but there was no other way.
I was still pissed that she had left me to drive alone so that she could suck his cock, and her swollen red lips and glazed look of arousal did not help. Then he puts his arm around MY FUCKING WIFE!! and walks into the hotel, me trailing alongside or behind like some helpless puppy.
Fortunately there was only one permister in the lobby, the pretty young blonde that had checked us in earlier, but she was out straightening up the magazine rack, directly in front of us. She glanced up to say hello, then quickly did a double take. I saw her eyes take in the scene, and knew she knew. I watched her face as her eyes ran up and down his body, lingering on the big bulge at his crotch as she licked her lips slowly, an subconscious gesture of arousal.
She knew Brenda was my wife, and she loked at me with pity, or maybe contempt, plain on her face. We stepped into the elevator, and the doors were not even fully closed before Brenda dropped to her knees, had his shorts down, and was vigorously sucking his cock. I think the girl in the lobby saw the beginning of that.
She sucked him like that for 4 floors, and when the bell chimed and the doors began to open, he tried to tuck that beast away, but Brenda wouldn't let him! She wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him behind her into the hall, which was blessedly vacant. I noticed again how her fingers failed to reach around his shaft by almost 2 inches, and thought how they reach all the way around mine (but not by much).

As she led him down toward our room at the end of the hall, I prayed that nobody would open their door and get an eyeful of this, my beautiful wife leading this big stud by his enormous cock, and me trailing behind, embarassed, but hard as a rock. One door did open, but after we had passed, so the middle aged guy that came out could see only our backs. Then when I looked back I noticed he had his ice bucket, and was following us, as the ice machine was down at the end past our room! I panicked, fumbling with my key, dropping it, hands shaking. Brenda just stood there, both hands stroking Ron's (I didn't even get his name until later) huge cock, playing with a drop of cum that had leaked out. I finally got the door open and stepped in, but too late.
This poor guy stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going wide as he took in her small white hands on Ron's thick shaft. They both just laughed, while I died a thousand deaths of offense. Brenda bent over and sucked Ron's cock in as far as she could, just once, then smiled sweetly at this stranger with swollen wet lips and said "I bet you wish you were coming in with us, don't you? Oh well, too bad." Then they steped in and shut the door. I looked through the peep hole, and he was just standing there, holding his bucket and looking at the door.
Ron told me to undress my wife, and I did so as he quickly stripped out of his shorts and t-shirt. Her blouse came off easy, allowing her erect nipples to pop free, but her snug white jeans, sticky inside and out with cum, took some tugging. My hands were wet and slick with other men's cum by the time I got them off her, and I stared at her swollen messy pussy. She reeked of sex, and I was enormously aroused.
Ron scooped her up and threw her on the bed, then dived between her legs and buried his tongue in her pussy. He was eating his own creampie, still running out of her! I have always wanted to do that, but never had the balls. Too squeamish, I guess.
I just stood there, hard, mouth watering, feeling ignored and lost. I looked at his ass in the air, big balls and enormous cock hanging down, and had the urge to reach out and stroke him, but was too afraid. Brenda meanwhile, was cumming like gangbusters, very aroused by a man that was good looking, big, strong, extremely well hung, and that would eat her full snatch.
After a string of about 3 or 4 pretty good sounding orgasms, he straightened up, face covered with their combined cum, and started to kneel between her legs, puling her calves up onto his shoulders.
I'm sure you can well imagine what happened next, but I will try to return to tell you the conclusion. It got a little out of hand, or should I say even more out of hand.