conflicting emotions charged through him as he watched his wife take the young man’s penis into her mouth, the same mouth Alex kissed every night before bed. Every night he wasn’t away on business, that is.
She parted her lips willingly and let the bulbous head slide over her tongue and deep into the back of her mouth.
Alex was embarrassed, emasculated, and aroused all at once. For a moment he felt relieved that the ropes restrained him, that they denied him the burden of deciding how to react. What could he do but watch?
No seasoned porn star, the young guy soon threw his head back with his mouth agape. Jane apparently knew enough about porn to zoom in for the money shot. Erin began jerking his cock harder and faster, and pulled it from her lips just in time for the first spurt to shoot past her face onto the pillow behind, the ribbons of come drenching her pale cheek, her moist lips, her elegant collarbone, then her cheek again, and lastly, the fine sheets.
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Spent, the young man collapsed against the pillows next to Erin to recover and watch what was coming next.
With two fingers Erin lifted Devan’s chin and pulled him up to her. He knelt between her legs, his imposing cock hovering over her pussy like a zeppelin. Everyone seemed to lean in closer as Devan guided the big mushroom head of his cock towards Erin’s pussy and paused. Without hesitation she reached her arms out, grabbed Devan’s buttocks, and pulled him fully inside her.
Jane soon zoomed in on the center of action. The scene was blurry at first as the autofocus tried to lock on to Devan’s movements, but then in an instant it filled Alex’s screen entirely, like a close-up from a pornographic film: the vivid penetration of his delicate, musician wife by another man’s beautiful, thick cock.
Alex wondered if this was more than just payback. Maybe Erin enjoyed sexual adventure. Maybe she was just now learning this side of herself. Or maybe she’d wanted to explore it all along.
In Alex’s suite, a faint banging could now be heard on the wall behind him. He blocked it out at first, his attention focused on his wife’s escapades. But it soon grew louder and more distracting, each dull thump accompanied by some distant woman’s voice.
The pounding synced perfectly with the action on his screen, delayed by just a split second. Alex gasped for the second time that night.
Of course. Erin was fucking these men in the room right next to his, on the other side of the wall just a few feet behind his head.
He struggled again, harder. The ropes only tightened around his wrists and ankles.
She had planned this perfectly.
The banging intensified. The thick walls could only dampen Erin’s screams, not mask them. Each thrust, beamed so graphically to his eyes, knocked their bed against the wall and reverberated through Alex’s own bed underneath him.
Thrust, Bang, Moan. Thrust, Bang, Moaaaaannnnnnn. The visuals provoked him, the sounds aroused him, the jerking bed chastened and chastised him.
Alex turned away from the screen. He wanted to free himself and burst into her room to re-assert his control.
He wanted to free a hand and touch his aching cock.
Suddenly the banging stopped. The moans trailed off. He sighed with relief; she’s finally done.
But a moment later his bed was alive again and Erin’s screams resumed, only higher and shorter than before. They had changed position, Erin now on all fours facing the end of the bed and looking straight into the camera as Devan pounded her from behind.
He quickened his thrusts and she squeezed her eyes shut, her screams growing softer even as they inched up in pitch, as if her voice, her thought, all her usable energy was getting siphoned off to feed her snowballing orgasm.
Devan came with one deep groan, holding Erin tightly against him as his cock pulsed repeatedly within her. Erin’s climax arrived in full only after her last faint coo, rendering her voiceless as it washed throughout her body, her skin tingling and her head swimming with pleasure.
When she had regained her composure, she was looking straight at her husband, through wires and lightwaves, yet still — somehow — intimately. He searched her eyes expecting to see anger, or the satisfaction of sweet revenge. But he saw nothing like that. Maybe she had moved past those feelings. Maybe she never had them. But he knew his darling wife, and what he saw now on her face seemed just like… joy.
Erin noticed her pounding heartbeat and cooling sweat. She looked into the camera, took a full, deep breath, and smiled at Alex — a naughty, happy, deep, joyful smile.
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Alex’s screen went dark. All was still again. He lay bound on the bed with a raging hard-on.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door between the two suites opened, and Jane entered and began untying him. She noticed his erection and eyed him sharply before freeing the last knot.
“Erin is finished with her men now,” she informed him.
Alex rubbed his wrists and sat up on the side of the bed.
“ Am I out of the doghouse yet?” he asked her meekly.
She laughed at him. “I doubt it. You haven’t been treating her as an equal, so you’re no longer her primary man.”
“ Between you and me,” she added, “ you’re probably number five or so now.”
“Level with me here,” Alex looked up and begged. “Is she going to take me back?”
“I hope no time soon,” Jane snapped. She paused for a moment, reflecting on what Alex still meant to her friend. She resumed, more warmly, “If she does take you back, she’ll insist you indulge each other’s kinks together, as a couple. But you’ve got a lot of work to do first.”
She buttoned her coat over her leather corset. “You can start by getting in there and licking her pussy clean.” Tying her coat off, she left the room.
“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled.
Alex took a deep breath and joined his wife — artista, virtuosa, maestra — in suite 1702.
Chapter 2 — Butterflies at Dinner
Tonight I am dressed in a slim black skirt with a loose red silk top tucked in to show my slender waist. My legs are covered in very sheer black stockings and I have on my black heels. I look classy and professional for a meeting with one of your business associates.
I am always happy to be there with you, on your arm, smiling and putting everyone at ease, but tonight is different. I am actually looking forward to a long evening of dry, scientific talk.
I am just misting a last spray of perfume as you walk into the bedroom. It takes my breath away to see you dressed for a business evening out. You cut quite a figure in your suit. Because tonight is not formal, you have left off the tie and your top button is open, a favorite look of mine.
You walk up behind me as I put on my earrings. You hold me close, pressing your body against my back and nuzzling my neck. I catch your eye in the mirror. You spin me around to face you, and give me a deep kiss, your hands roaming my body.
“It’s time to go. Are you ready?” you ask.
“Yes. More than ready.”
You smile in that mischievous way you have, and I melt a little inside. As we are walking out the door, you check your pockets, making sure you have everything you need for the evening.
Idle chatter focuses on sly compliments and innuendo on the way to pick up your associate. Once he and his lovely date are in the car, talk becomes the sort of small talk that includes everyone, but I keep my hand on your
