Chapter 4: The end of the date
When we left the club I wanted more or John’s cock. So while he drove I straddled him and slowly bounced up and down all the way to the hotel. At one red light a boy was driving and noticed me fucking John. I winked at the guy, and I swear he probably came right there. He was young and probably had never seen anything quite like that.
When we got to the hotel, I did not want to get out of the car, I wanted to just keep fucking, but John lifted me off of him and led me out of the car. We went to the counter of the luxurious hotel and I was all giddy, flirting with John while he dealt with the teen girl working the desk. Fuck, She was hot.
I looked at the girl and asked, “What’s your age?”
She smiled shyly and said, “Seventeen, why?”
“Oh, I didn’t want to get arrested for getting jiggy with a minor,” I laughed.
John chuckled and paid for the room. I followed him to the elevator. I stepped in behind him. “I’m thinking of inviting the cute receptionist up to our room,” I told him. Looking over my shoulder to see her reaction, I noticed she was listening.
She blushed and covered her mouth. “That’s a nice idea,” she said quietly. “But I could get fired.”
I was drunk, so don’t judge too harshly. I went behind the counter and kissed her. Then I looked at her and handed her a piece of paper with my phone number on it, “Call me after your birthday. You’re going to be my little project.”
I said to the seventeen year old girl, staring deep into her sparkling eyes. “You're going to be my little project. You will call me when you turn eighteen, and we will celebrate your birthday together. How does that sound?” The receptionist sighed deeply, looking away. I could tell she was torn between excitement and fear.
"Okay," she whispered weakly, "I promise."
John led me back to the elevator. The doors closed, and we pressed the button for our floor.
“That was dangerous, she’s a minor,” He said as his eyes roamed my body.
I got on my knees in the elevator and looked up at him. “I’m a slut, because I was taught to be one as a teenager, if you want the world to have women like me, it requires training girls like her,” I said as I unzipped his pants right there in the elevator and sucked his cock. It tasted like my pussy, fucking delicious.
John looked down at me sucking on his cock. An older couple joined us in the elevator, they seemed put off by our exhibitionism, but I wasn’t stopping. In the morning I was going back to my husband and he would want hot story.
Then the door opened and the couple got off but some teenagers entered. God, I love being watched.
I kept sucking John's cock in the elevator. The teens standing near us couldn't stop staring, even though they were pretending otherwise. I knew they were all imagining themselves in my place, and their collective voyeuristic energy fueled my desire. One of the boys tried to hide his raging boner by crossing his arms over his crotch. I could see his dick poking out in the shape of a tent, and I imagined that it belonged to me. I released John's cock from my mouth and looked over at the teen.
“How old are you,” I asked.
“Nineteen,” he replied. He was lying, but I didn’t care. Inside over and helped the teen pull his cock out. And I sucked him until the elevator got to our floor. He came in my mouth just as I was ready to leave.
John took my hand and led me to our room. “You’re going to get us fucking arrested,” He laughed as he pulled my dress back off and tossed me into our suite.
“Recognize this suite,” John asked.
I looked around and then it hit me. This is the same exact room that Brad and I spent our wedding night in.
“Are you ready to get fucked by a man in the same room you consummated your marriage in?” John asked with a sinful wink.
I took my wedding band off and put it in my mouth then I squatted and slurped John back into my mouth. He rolled my ring all around his cock with my tongue.
"Sweetheart," he said, "You're so good at this."
"Just trying to please you, baby," I responded, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "After all, you're the one paying the tab tonight."
"Well, you certainly deserve it," he said, stroking my hair. "Your oral skills are exceptional."
I gave his cock a final flick with my tongue before standing up and kissing him. "Thanks," I mumbled against his lips.
I took my ring and put it back over my finger. I was a slut, a hot wife, but I was a wife first.
“See that hot tub,” I asked. “Brad and I fucked in there first on our wedding night,” I explained to John.
John wasted no time in getting my dress of and leading me to the suite’s hot yup. He undressed completely for the first time tonight and joined me in the hot tub. Fucking fuck, his body was amazing.
“You are a god,” I said my fingers tracing his abs. “And I’m your little slut,” I said.
The water was perfectly warm. “Take my pussy.”
He turned me around and bent me over. He spit on his cock and onto my ass crack. Then he slid his cock between my ass cheeks and lowered it until he was positioned against my pussy’s slutty entrance. With ease, he slid his thick cock into my now loose cunt.
I gasped, the sensation of fullness hitting me. I could feel every inch of him pushing past my labia, filling me up. I reveled in the sensation as he thrust deeper, causing my clit to rub against the cold marble edge of the tub. I groaned softly, my pussy stretching to accommodate his massive rod.
"Mmm, you feel so good," I moaned, arching my back.
“You feel so loose, fuck. I must have done a number to your cunt back in the club. You were so right,” John said sliding back and forth.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to tighten back up,” I said. Fuck I hoped he still enjoyed it.
“Oh a little known secret about me is that I love loose pussy,” He smacked my ass. “It’s a perfect gift for me. You’re such a slut.”
He said as he fucked me harder. The water splashed around us, creating a symphony of sex sounds. Our fucking echoed through the tub. I couldn’t believe how much I loved being a slut. Brad was home probably watching some action movie or maybe even porn, but I was with another man in the same fucking hotel where we made love on our wedding night.
"Harder," I moaned, my voice mixing with the splash of water. "Fuck me harder."
John obliged, pounding my pussy mercilessly. The sensation of his cock stretching me open filled me with a sense of power and control. His cock felt huge even in my loose hole.
With as loose as I was, he was never going to cum and fuck, I needed his cum. I pulled away from him and led him out of the tub our bodies dripping.
I knelt on the edge of the bed and wiggled my ass.
“I know you like loose cunt,” I said, I could feel how wide open my cunt was. “But if you want to cum, fuck my tight ass,” I slid a finger into my pussy to lube it and then into my ass.
“We don’t have any lube,” He said as he grabbed my ass.
“I can handle it,” I said. “Just use the hole you want.” I lowered my head so my face was down and my ass was up.
I heard John spit on his cock. “This is going to hurt,” he warned, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was making him cum. “I need it,” I whimpered.
He grabbed my hips. “Here goes nothing,” he grunted.
His cockhead breached my asshole. My body stiffened as his cock tore through my sphincter and into my rectum. It burnt like hellfire. I winced and cried out. His cock slid into my ass and I thought I might rip apart, but I’ve been fucked raw in my ass by larger cocks, I could handle this.
I moaned loudly, and I heard his groan of pleasure. “So fucking tight,” he shouted, his cock pumping my ass faster than I expected. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?”
"Oh yeah," I moaned. "I'm such a filthy slut."
"Good thing you're mine," he growled, thrusting harder. "No one else can touch you now."
"I wouldn't want anyone else," I whimpered, grinding my ass against his pelvis. Which honestly, I would always want my perfect husband, but men don’t like hearing that. If he wanted to think he owned me, why not, even though he was going to drop me back off to my husband in the morning.
"Just give it to me, daddy."
"That's what I like to hear," he growled, grabbing my hips and ramming his cock deeper. "Now, you're talking dirty."
I arched my back, biting my lip to stifle my cries. Each thrust sent searing pain through my anal passage, but the burning sensation was strangely pleasurable. I felt like a true slut, taking my husband’s friend’s cock in my ass like a pro.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, reaching back to squeeze his thick cock. “You’re so big daddy!”
He squeezed my ass cheeks as he pushed me back and forth. Fuck, fucking, fuck, I loved this.
Being treated like a total piece of shit, used and abused. The more degrading the better. John held my waist and slammed his dick into my asshole. Every single stroke of his gigantic cock caused my asshole to stretch wider. He moaned with satisfaction, as I let out an animalistic scream. Oh my God, he was splitting me in half. I'd taken bigger dicks in my asshole, but it had been a while since I'd had anal sex and it felt great. Especially considering that it was my husband's friend.
Then his cock swelled in me and he pushed holding himself deep. He grunted and tensed. Here it was, he was going to fill my ass with semen.
I felt his cock throbbing, swelling in my asshole with an explosion of cum. He groaned, "Oh, baby, you take it so well."
"Thank you, Daddy," I said, breathing heavily. "I hope you enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" he exclaimed. "This is heaven!"
I giggled. "I guess I am pretty good at this."
"You're more than good," he assured me. "You're a fucking natural."
We lay down on the bed afterward, catching our breath.
The silence between us felt heavy at first, but soon it evolved into the comfortable quiet that accompanies shared intimacy. The scent of our sweat mixed with the lingering aroma of sex filled the air, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Our bodies intertwined, with my head resting on his chest and his arm draped over me.
"That was incredible," I murmured, feeling exhausted yet fulfilled.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, running his fingers through my hair.
Then I heard my cell phone ding several times. I looked at my messages and that receptionist had sent me nudes.
Do I have to wait until my birthday.
I showed John and he smiled. "Guess you'll be having a new project, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling seductively. "I guess I will."
"You should have her fuck me,” John suggested.
I texted her back with our room number.
Within minutes there was a knock at the door.
“I’m going to leave her with you, it’s been a fun night, but I miss Brad,” I quickly dressed and grabbed the keys to John’s car.
“You don’t want to spend the night with me,” John said rubbing his spent cock.
“Don’t worry daddy, I’m not leaving you alone,” I assured him.
I went to the door and let in the receptionist.
"Hi," I said with a smile. "I have to leave, but I want you to let that man have his way with you is that understood,” I said gesturing to John.
The young brunette nodded, her eyes widening as she surveyed the muscular stud. "Okay," she agreed cautiously. "I trust you."
"Good," I reassured her. "Remember, you can do whatever you want with him. But make it count."
With that, I slipped out of the room, leaving the two behind. As I walked down the hallway, I felt a strange sense of freedom wash over me. The thought of the young brunette experiencing the same feelings, the same sensations as I once had with John excited me.
I got in the driver’s seat of John’s sports car and drove home. When I arrived Brad was watching daddy daughter porn-a personal favorite of his. I can’t tell you how often we role play that exact scene.
Brad startles, “I wasn’t expecting you home so soon. How was your date?”
“It was fucking glorious, want to feel how loose he made my pussy?”
I asked Brad as I pulled my panties aside and sat on his lap.
Brad leaned down and inhaled deeply. "Fuck," he murmured, "you smell like you've been thoroughly used."
"That's exactly what happened," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "John really took advantage of me."
"I knew he would," Brad sighed, caressing my thigh affectionately. "He's always had a thing for you."
"I love that you told him about our honeymoon suite, that was hot.” I positioned his cock under me and lowered myself easily over him.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt you this loose, tell me all about your night,” Brad said.
I looked at him lovingly. Brad knew everything about me, we had nothing to hide. I sat on his lap as I recounted my evening with John: “He fucked me hard, I mean really hard and fast. It was rough, almost violent. He didn’t go easy on me. It was so fucking hot.” Brad reached up and gently cupped my breast, his fingers lightly grazing my erect nipple.
"Did you come?" he asked, his voice husky with curiosity.
"Of course," I replied confidently. "I came multiple times.”
I slowly rolled my hips over my husband. My loose cunt letting his cock slide all around in me.
“Where all did he take you?” Brad asked.
“I gave him road head on the way to dinner. When we got to the restaurant we decided to go to a strip club instead. I fucked a female stripper on stage and then while we watched other strippers, John fucked me until I came. Then we left and drove to the hotel, I rode his cock while we drove. Then in the elevator I sucked his cock and some teen that entered the elevator got to feel my mouth, he came quick. Then John fucked me in the hot tub, but I was so loose by that point and I wanted his cum so I took him to the bed and he fucked my ass.”
Brad exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around my waist.
“Why’d you leave him alone?” Brad asked.
“I left, because I missed you, but he’s not alone. I got the hotel receptionist to take my place. She’s a hottie, I’ll have her fuck you sometime,” I said.
Brad wrapped his hands around my waist and started thrusting up into me. “I can’t wait to meet her,” Brad said. “I wonder if she likes to eat pussy,” I teased. Brad thrust up into me, and I gasped as his cock slid easily into my gaping pussy. I reached down and began rubbing my clit. “Fuck, I wish I could have fucked John in front of you,” I admitted. Brad chuckled, “I bet he’d be happy to do that.” I gasped and moaned as Brad pounded me.
It felt so good to be filled again, especially by my husband. “You know, I always fantasized about doing something like this,” I admitted, gazing into Brad's eyes. “Getting fucked by a stranger in front of you.”
Brad grinned wickedly. “I've always liked watching you,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust. “So I knew you'd find someone to satisfy you.”
We continued to rock together, building momentum. I knew that eventually, I'd share the receptionist with Brad.
At that moment I got a text. It was from the girl I left with John. She sent a selfie of herself covered in his cum. I showed it to Brad.
Look what your guy did to me.
"Wow," he said, shaking his head. "I can't believe that happened."
"Me neither," I said, my heart racing. "But I'm glad it did."
Brad took a deep breath and then started moving his hips again. "Let's keep going," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to stop now."
My pussy was soaked and slick, making it so easy for Brad’s cock to slide in and out of me.
The wetness between my legs grew heavier, soaking the seats underneath us. Brad stared at me intensely, his gaze locked on my swollen lips and erect nipples.
In a low voice, he said, “I want to taste you.”
He stood up abruptly, pulling me close to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. Brad carried me effortlessly to the bedroom upstairs while I remained impaled on his erection. He laid me down carefully on the bed, his hungry eyes scanning my naked body hungrily.
He spread my legs and buried his mouth in my pussy. Brad went crazy, devouring my used cunt.
He savagely licked and bit at my pussy, spreading my legs wide with his strong hands. He sucked on my clit like a succulent fruit, swirling his tongue around it and drawing it into his mouth. I was screaming with ecstasy, thrashing wildly on the bed. Brad's hunger for sex was insatiable; he attacked my sensitive flesh with relentless intensity.
"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, bucking my hips and clawing at the sheets. "Eat my pussy, Brad!"
He responded enthusiastically, plunging his tongue deeper inside me.