Had Chris not been so caught up in the action, he would have realized his hand now squeezing his pardon through his pants, and the not so inconspicuous wet spot, left on the inner thigh of his pants from his member leaking pre cum.  A light gasp of disbelief escaped from his mouth, a knot hardened in his stomach when he heard the stranger ask about going for<em>"number 5.</em>"<em>5 orgasms....No fucking way....Lana!?!.....really??</em>he thought to himself in disbelief.  As a husband who struggled to even give Lana the occasional orgasm, with out her fingers helping along the way, Chris was shocked to hear she had 4 all ready.  And there was no fucking way she was going to let him fuck her ass.  Even after marriage, it was the one thing Lana forbidden.  She hated even when Chris nudged her asshole with the tip of his finger. But yet here a total stranger was not asking, but telling her. Surely she would reject this notion!  He moved in, peering around the door for a closer look, forgetting all about the laptop and presentation he was supposed to give in less than an hour.