Chapter 1: Another hotel meet
The Hilton’s familiar chrome and glass facade glowed under the Heathrow perimeter lights as Jack eased the black Audi Q8 into a space under the hotel. Protected from the debris and emissions of the planes overhead. Jane watched the planes climb slowly into the twilight, the rumble of engines a distant thrum. "Feels strange, coming here for... this," she murmured, twisting her wedding band.
Jack squeezed her arm, his hands soft against her skin. "Just another adventure, love. Like Jamaica, but... closer to home and one or two more participants Jack giggle nervously. " His smile was warm, reassuring, but she saw the flicker of anticipation in his eyes. The same thrill that had brought them back to Tyrone and Darius. While they were in charge in the bedroom, they had followed all of Jane and Jacks instructions for this evening to the letter. All participants had been tested for any trace of an STD so they could enjoy some cum play. All agreed to abstain from unprotected sex with anyone else leading up to tonight and all had kept their promise. Including the four newcomers that Tyrone and Darius had arranged.
Jane thought to herself. This was Jacks ultimate fantasy, where would tonight lead them, what next. Would tomorrow be an anticlimax after such a night of being used? That was a problem for another day, tonight was going to be fun! Her pussy twinged inside with anticipation of what was to come. She was ready for this, was Jack?
As they exited the SUV Jack dressed in black trousers, black Hugo Boss shirt and black Dune boots was a stark contrast to Janes white Michael Kors fluffy top, long cotton skirt to below the knee and Dior shoes and matching white Dior hand bag. As Jack removed their medium case from the vehicle young porter was there to take the bag. Jane thought to herself. If only that young boy knew what was in there he would shit!
The lobby was a whirlwind of polished marble and harried travellers. Check-in was smooth, practiced; the receptionist barely glanced up as she handed over keycards for Suite 1201. The lift ascended swiftly, the mirrored walls reflecting Jane’s nervous swallow. As they porter opened the penthouse suit for them Jane removed a crop £20 note from her purse. Stating “that was heavy, thank you” the young porter said “thankyou Ma’am” if there is anything else I can do for you during your stay, this is my pager number. I will be more than happy to look after you, I’m on all night, just let me know if there is anything you need” Jack listening, thinking and internally chuckling, Blessings him, he has no idea of what Jane needs. The porter let himself out. Jane turned to face Jack. Jack caught her eye, winked and asked "Ready?"
The suite was exactly as remembered from their previous stay at the hotel. Being lifetime Diamond Hilton Honours members had its benefits and this was one of them. Not many people even know this new suit existed. Expansive, plush, the floor-to-ceiling bifold doors framing Windsor Castle as a silhouette against the deepening blue. A rooftop patio lay just beyond the doors with outside sofas and a hot tub. The air held the faint, clean scent of expensive linen and discreet air conditioning. Jack dropped their overnight bags onto one of the sleek leather sofas that lined the living room with a real fire place at one end between the sofas a plush faux fur white rug. Off to each side of the suit was a master bedroom with a double en-suite and a walk-in shower big enough for 4 people. Something that was noted by both of them on their last visit. Finally at the back of the lounge area stood the bar and behind a wall a mini kitchen behind that.
Jack checked the food and drinks package they had ordered including a bottle of Dom, absolute vodka, Courvoisier brandy and plenty of soft drinks & beer for the evening. Next, he and Jane unpacked the suitcase full of toys, lube and tonight’s outfits. Whist Jack washed the toys and laid them out in the bedroom side board. Jane made up the J-Lube with the hand blender they had brought with them. Making extra for tonight extended festivities. Finally, Jack placed a couple of bottles of poppers strategically round the suite. Although Jane didn’t use it at all, Jack had a thing for it to help get him as open as possible.
Now ready for the evening, “Shower?" he asked Jane, already unbuttoning his shirt and opening the chilled bottle of Dom and pouring two glasses.
The steam filled the spacious bathroom, a cocoon. Jane lathered herself slowly, the hot water easing the knots in her shoulders. She watched Jack through the glass, the solid strength of him, the silver hair plastered to his forehead. He met her gaze, his hand sliding possessively down her soapy flank. "You look incredible," he murmured, his voice thick in the humid air. She leaned into him, the press of his body familiar and grounding amidst the nerves.
Drying off, the ritual began. Finishing the champagne Jack stood before the full-length mirror, carefully pulling on the black PVC cowboy chaps Jane had surprised him with. The glossy material clung to his thighs, leaving his arse and cock exposed. He fastened the new intricate harness across his broad chest, the leather straps accentuating his muscular torso. A low hum of arousal vibrated in Jane’s core watching him transform.
At the vanity, Jane focused. Foundation smoothed, contour sharpened her cheeks. Her eyes were her canvas. Kohl liner, thick and dramatic, swept outwards in elongated wings. Rich, metallic copper shadow deepened the crease, gold shimmer dusted the lids. The effect was striking, ancient, almost Egyptian – a mask of power and allure. She tied her hair into a tight plat, the dark strand bouncing against her neck. Then, the armour: sheer black stockings clipped to the suspender belt biting into her hips. The crotchless black lace panties were a whisper against her skin. The black lace bra lifted and pushed her 38DD breasts together, the leather corset cinching her waist, emphasizing her curves. Finally, the sharp staccato of her leather heels on the marble floor as she stepped into them, then pulled on the impossibly short black leather mini skirt. She turned, catching Jack’s reflection. His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on her arse, barely covered by the skirt.
"Fucking hell, Jane," he breathed, stepping close. His harnessed chest pressed against her corset. He cupped her breasts through the leather, thumbs brushing her hardened nipples. "You look... dangerous. Edible." His hand slid down, under the skirt, fingers finding the slick wet heat between her legs, stroking through the open crotch of her panties. She gasped, arching into his touch. "Ready for them?" he growled against her ear, his cock hardening.
A firm knock echoed through the suite. Three distinct raps. Jane’s heart hammered against her ribs. Jack gave her arse a possessive squeeze. "Showtime." She spoke.
He opened the front door. Tyrone filled the frame. Taller than Jack, broader, radiating an effortless dominance. His dark eyes, sharp and intelligent, swept over Jack’s harnessed form, lingered on the exposed cock, then travelled up to meet Jack’s gaze. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "Jack. Looking...prepared." His voice was deep, smooth laced with Caribbean warmth. Beside him, Darius stepped into view. Equally handsome, slightly leaner, his gaze immediately locked onto Jane, a spark of intense appreciation igniting in his dark eyes.
"Tyrone. Darius." Jack stepped back, ushering them in. "Welcome back., Where are the others” he said to them worried that they were a no show. Darius said don’t worry they will be here soon, London traffic. Ok, can I get anyone a drink? They both agreed asking for a brandy and coke.
Tyrone’s gaze finally landed fully on Jane. He took her in, head to toe, the Egyptian eyes, the plat of her hair, the leather, the expanse of thigh above the stockings. A low whistle escaped him. "Jane. You are a fucking vision tonight." He moved towards her, deliberate, predatory. "Turn around. Let me see."
Heat flooded Jane’s face, but she obeyed, turning slowly. She felt Tyrone’s presence behind her, close, radiating heat. His large hands settled on her corseted waist, sliding down to grip her leather-clad hips. "Magnificent arse," he murmured, his breath warm on her neck. His fingers traced the top edge of her stockings, dipped lower, brushing the bare skin of her upper thigh, dangerously close to the exposed curve of her arse cheek beneath the skirt. Jane shivered.
Darius moved to Jack, his hand resting lightly on the harness strap across Jack’s chest. "This suit you, Jack," he said, his voice quieter than Tyrone’s but no less intense. His fingers traced the leather. "Powerful."
Jack met Darius’s gaze, a flicker of submission warring with excitement in his eyes. "Thank you, Darius." He said passing out drinks.
Tyrone’s hands slid around Jane’s waist, pulling her back flush against him. She felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her arse through his trousers. "Been thinking about this," he rumbled into her ear, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the leather bra, squeezing firmly. "Thinking about these tits. This tight little pussy." His other hand slid boldly under her skirt, fingers delving through the crotchless panties, finding her wet folds. "Fuck, you're soaked already, aren't you, darling?" He pushed two thick fingers inside her without preamble. Jane cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder as he worked her ruthlessly, his thumb finding her clit.
Jack watched, transfixed, knocking his drink in one and feeling the buzz, his own cock stiffening visibly. Darius noticed, his hand drifting lower, fingers brushing Jack’s exposed shaft. Jack gasped, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Darius chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Eager, aren't we?" He wrapped his hand around Jack’s cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke. Jack groaned, his eyes closing briefly.
Tyrone withdrew his fingers from Jane, glistening with her arousal. He brought them to her lips. "Suck," he commanded. Eyes locked with his, Jane opened her mouth, taking his fingers in, tasting herself, her tongue swirling around them. Tyrone watched, mesmerized. "Good girl." He pulled his fingers free with a soft pop. "Now, Jack. Come here." Jane finished her drink too. As did the others. “Fuck that was a strong one” she said, buzzing too.
Jack stepped forward, Darius’s hand still loosely holding his cock. Tyrone reached out, grabbing Jack’s harness, pulling him close. "You want this?" Tyrone asked, his free hand gesturing down at his own crotch. "Want this big black cock?"
Jack’s voice was thick with desire. "Yes, Tyrone. Please."
Tyrone’s smile was predatory. "Then get on your knees and ask for it properly."
Jack dropped instantly, knees hitting the plush carpet. He looked up at Tyrone, eyes wide, pleading. "Please, Tyrone. Let me suck your big black cock..."
Tyrone unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his erection. It was thick, uncut, the dark shaft impressive, the head large and flushed. Jane caught her breath a flicker of remembrance from the last meeting. Tyrone gripped the base, tapping the swollen head against Jack’s lips. "Open wide."
Jack obeyed, taking the broad head into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Tyrone groaned, threading his fingers into Jack’s silver hair, guiding his head. "That's it. Take it deep. Show me how much you fucking want it."
Darius moved behind Jane again, his hands replacing Tyrone’s on her hips. He kissed her neck, his lips warm. "He looks beautiful like that, doesn't he?" Darius murmured, his own erection pressing against her arse. "Your husband, worshipping Tyrone’s cock." One of Darius’s hands slid up, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the leather. The other slid back under her skirt, fingers finding her wetness again, circling her clit. Jane whimpered, pushing back against him, watching Jack deep-throat Tyrone with desperate hunger.
Tyrone pulled his cock from Jack’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. "Enough teasing," he declared, his voice rough. "Jane, on the bed in the other room. On your hands and knees. Arse up. I want that pussy presented." He looked at Darius. "Get Jack ready for you."
Jane scrambled onto the vast king bed, assuming the position, leather skirt pushed up, her stockings and suspenders stark against her skin, her exposed arse and wet pussy facing Tyrone. Darius pulled Jack up from his knees. "Turn around, Jack. Bend over the foot of the bed." Jack obeyed, bending forward, his harnessed torso resting on the bedspread, his exposed arse lifted. Darius grabbed the syringe of J-lube that Jane had prepared and worked some into his palm, slicking his own thick cock. He positioned himself behind Jack, the broad head nudging against Jack’s tight hole. "Relax," Darius murmured, pressing forward steadily. Jack gasped, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure, his knuckles white where he gripped the bedspread as Darius slowly sheathed himself inside him.
Tyrone climbed onto the bed behind Jane. She felt his knees bracket hers, his hands spreading her arse cheeks wide. The blunt, hot pressure of his own cockhead pressed against her dripping entrance. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled. He pushed forward in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Jane cried out, the sudden, delicious stretch overwhelming her. Tyrone didn't pause. He set a brutal pace immediately, pounding into her, his hips slapping against her arse cheeks. Each deep thrust sent shockwaves through her, his cock hitting her cervix, the sheer force of him pinning her down. "Take it!" he commanded, gripping her hips hard. "Take this fucking cock!"
Jane moaned, lost in the sensation, the sound mingling with Jack’s choked gasps as Darius fucked him steadily from behind. Darius leaned over Jack, one hand braced on the bed, the other reaching around to stroke Jack’s leaking cock in time with his thrusts. "You like that, Jack?" Darius rasped. "You like my cock stretching you open? Filling you up?"
"Yes! Fuck, Darius! Yes!" Jack groaned, pushing back against Darius, meeting his thrusts. "Harder!"
Tyrone’s pace intensified, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, deeper. Jane felt herself climbing, the friction against her clit from the angle, the sheer fullness, pushing her towards the edge. Tyrone’s hand snaked around her hip, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard, fast circles. "Come for me, Jane," he demanded, his voice guttural. "Come on this fucking dick!"
The command, the relentless stimulation, the sight of Jack being fucked beside her – it detonated her climax. She screamed, her body convulsing around Tyrone’s cock, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing through her. Tyrone roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, pounding into her contracting channel as his own release surged. She felt him pulse deep inside her, hot jets filling her as he held himself buried to the root, grinding against her arse.
Beside them, Darius’s rhythm faltered. "Gona fill you, Jack," he gasped, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic. Jack cried out, his cock pulsing in Darius’s hand, spilling onto the bedspread as Darius slammed deep one last time, groaning as he emptied himself inside Jack.
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and fading moans. Tyrone slowly withdrew from Jane, his cock slick and glistening. He collapsed beside her on the bed. Darius pulled out of Jack, who slumped forward, trembling. Darius gently stroked Jack’s back.
Jane rolled onto her side, facing Tyrone. His chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat glistening on his dark skin. He met her gaze, a satisfied, predatory gleam still in his eyes. He reached out, tracing the line of her kohl-rimmed eye. "Egyptian queen," he murmured, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. His finger trailed down her cheek, smudging the makeup slightly. "You took that cock like a fucking champion."
Jack pushed himself up onto his elbows, turning his head to look at them. His eyes were dazed, sated, but held a profound tenderness as they found Jane. He reached out a shaky hand towards her. Jane grasped it, their fingers intertwining, sticky with sweat and other fluids. The connection was instant, anchoring. Across the rumpled bed, Darius watched them, a thoughtful expression on his face. Tyrone’s gaze shifted from Jane to Jack, then to Darius, a silent communication passing between the two black men. The air, thick with the scent of sex and exertion, crackled with unspoken questions. What next? How far? The adventure, Jane realized, her heart still pounding against her ribs, was only just beginning. The silence stretched, heavy with possibility and the faint, lingering echo of the initial lustful start to the evening. Darius said “I’m thirsty, who wants a drink?” Everyone agreed and they took this back to the bar area. Both Jane & Jack looking a little dishevelled and Tyrone & Darius now naked and semi hard cocks swinging free.
A few drinks later and with all now relaxed, Jane and Jack, both now tipsy after some very strong drinks, both ready for what happens next. Both still wondering if the others are still coming. They all moved over to the leather couches facing each other Jane and Darius on one couch. Jack and Tyrone on the other.
“Jack over here on your knees” Jack rose and moved over between Tyrone’s legs and sank to his knees in front of him. Tyrone’s fingers tightened in Jack’s silver hair, not gentle. "Open wide, husband." Jack choked out a desperate smile before letting his jaw open wide. The thick crown slammed past his lips, lips stretched taut. Jack gag instantly, a raw, guttural gag tearing from his throat as thick head rammed deep into his throat, triggering his reflex. Tears welled, spilled down his cheeks. Tyrone didn’t move, just pulled Jack down, just deep skull fucking, holding, deep, pushing inexorably deeper. "Gag on it, slut," he growled, "Choke on it." Jack gagged again, violently, throat muscles convulsing around the thick shaft, spit bubbling dripped down Tyrone’s balls. He held him there buried causing another strangled choke, before pulling back slightly, dragging almost out then thrusting deep again. Jack gagged, spluttering, air, spit slicking Tyrone’s girth. Darius hissed, "Fuck, that’s hot," watching Jack struggle, his own hand sliding under Jane's skirt, fingers finding her soaked, folds from behind, Jane moaned, pushing back against Darius fingers.
Jane grabbed for Darius erection, eyes locked on Jack’s tear-streaked face, as he gagged around Tyrone’s cock. Tyrone pulled back just enough for Jack gasped, sucking air, saliva stringing, chin to Tyrone’s cock, "That’s it, Tyrone murmured, almost purred, tapping, Jack’s lips, "Gag for it deeper." Jack rasped, voice raw, “, Please, Tyrone, Please fuck, throat." Tyrone shoved back in, hard, Jack chin, Jack gagged, tears flowing freely now, throat working desperately around the wet, obscene sounds filling room. Tyrone groaned, eyes closed, head back, "Yeah, take it, you greedy cocksucker, he groaned Jane watched, her husband’s submission, Darius’s fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard in a fast circle.
"See how he takes it?" Darius breathed, hot against her ear, "See how he worships that big black cock? Jane nodded, whimpering, hips grinding against Darius’s hand, arousal spiking as Jack gagged, Jane now wanking Darius, As Tyrone’s used his length, thrusting shallow, then brutal pumps, making Jack gag every deep push, "Good cocksucker," Tyrone grunted, "Made for this.