The door closed behind them in her hotel room, and he took her in his arms and pulled her close in. She was visibly d***k but still in control. She didn’t resist his tongue swirling down her inside of her mouth and throat. She stood there d****d against his body.
They kissed for minutes, her making a low purring sound while he kissed her and squeezed her tits and ass through her clothing. She stood there in a daze, letting him pinch and pull at anything he wanted, and then she sort of came to.
She pulled him towards her, her straddling back, and she lay back atop the hotel comforter and wrapped her legs around his body. Her mouth and face swelling with his inserted tongue. She rubbed her hands down the back of his shirt and let her hands settle on the back of his belt, and she pulled him closer still. Their lips smacked together, wet and loud.
She locked her legs tight around his waist and held him off for a slow moment and reached out her arms. He peeled the blouse from her body and looked at her in her sexy black bra. Then he was back to kissing her, licking her mouth, her licking him back, kissing up and down his lips and his gray goatee. She scooted back toward the headboard a ways to give them more room, and the space she initiated let him suck down along her neck and then the tops of her breasts in her bra. She let out a raspy moan and stiffened her fingers in his back, pulling the shirt up, untucking it from his waistline.
She likes that, he said with a tired breath, and he went back to sucking her neck.
She flashed the camera a quick glance and went back to looking at the ceiling.
He quickly undid the buttons of her jeans and had them down to her knees while he kissed her ribcage and bellybutton. She pulled her legs back and lifted her feet in the air, and the jeans were off. She let the flip flops fall from her feet, and she bent her knee and pressed it against his stomach while he sucked on her light skin.
She planted her hands on the bed and maneuvered her legs so her feet were on his shoulders to each side of his head, and he went to humping her and kissing at her ankles.
He raised up straight and took off his shirt. He had some hair on his chest, a trace of a gut, but overall nothing out of the ordinary or distasteful.
She put her feet back on his shoulders and rubbed her hands down his chest and undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. He leaned forward, her legs stretched up over her own head, and he went back to kissing her. She held his head in her hands, and he pulled his face back a few inches and they licked at each other’s tongue. She caught his tongue in her mouth and began to suck on it deeply, him all the while removing his boots and jeans so he wore only white boot socks and teal boxer shorts.
The pair coalesced in the muted lights, and the thin shadows, of the double bedded hotel room.
He pried open her legs and she settled them back down to the bed, and he crawled over so they were side to side together, arm in arm, still kissing, and he cupped her breast in her bra. He kissed down her neck to her collarbone. She glanced again at one of the cameras.
I for a split second ran though my mind all the possibilities of what that glance was to mean. Was she sharing this—this saturated and passionate moment in time—with me by looking at me through a lens? Was she giving me the chance to come in and stop it before it went any further? Was she taunting me?
I had not arrived here in this adjacent hotel room, with my wife about to get fucked next door, for the sake of some crippling shame. I was here for liberation on multiple fronts. Partly out of losing what I feared to lose, like coming to grips with a fear and looking it in its eyes. And it was partly out of tending the fire of impassioned love, reigniting the jealousy and the priority of being married to a beautiful and desirable woman, both of which time dulls and f***es us all to take for granted and spiral down toward the bored tedium of American life.
I didn't wear a cage on my dick. No one was doing anything to me. They were doing it for me. I was the director, the writer, and the producer. Everything she did next door in that hotel room was according to my script. It was for me to be entertained and made whole. Not to be fucked with. And it was probably as I had designed and intended. Her eyes were lustful and otherwise innocent.
But still did I wonder.
He leveled his right hand and slowly inserted it down into my wife’s peach colored panties. She tensed for a second. She’s always been easy to tickle. And then she relaxed. Some of his fingers pushing out the bottom of her panties, she spoke to him softly.
Don’t put them in me yet, she said.
He nodded.
She lifted her ass off the bed just a few inches and from the inside of them he grabbed her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, past her knees, and clear off her feet. They dropped to the floor without a sound.
Her hairless pussy was flush and opened by her gaping thighs.
He kissed her again, pulling one of her tits out of her bra, and he pressed his body against hers, toppling her patiently to the bed. He rubbed the nipple in his hand a few seconds and craned his neck and took it in his mouth.
She brushed the side of her foot against his boxer shorts. He sucked hard into her tit, then released it and licked it quickly and bit it between his top lip and bottom teeth.
She moaned.
He reached underneath her and cupped her bare ass.
She tried to reach for her bra clasp, but he undid it for her, and she laid there a short while getting her tit sucked with the bra only barely conformed to her body. He rose from his side into a missionary position, kissing her mouth, and she pulled the straps down her shoulders and dropped the bra beside the bed. She locked her feet around his hips as he sucked her tits, shaking his head side to side. Licking them. Biting them.
Her voice cracked as she exhaled.
He laced his arm behind her neck and slid back to beside her, kissing her still, kissing her mouth and neck, using the other hand to squeeze her tits, slapping her tits lightly.
Her pussy in perfect trajectory of one of the cameras, she tugged at his wrist down along her body. He flexed his hand, got a mouthful of tits, and he punctured his two middle fingers into her shining pussy hole, making her buck and squeal until she could settle down.
She writhed against his hand, his forearm down her belly and between her legs, his knuckles pumping against her shaved pussy lips, swirling around in circles, going in and out. His thumb played against her clitoris like Morse code.
Oh yea, she whispered. Finger fuck me. Finger fuck my pussy for me.
He slowed his thrusts but they were stronger. He licked up from her tit to her mouth. His fingers fucking her so hard it was jarring the rest of her body. Her feet stretched out around oscillating. Her tits and ass jiggling with every jut of his hand.
She rolled on her back like they were in sixty nine but bowed out her legs in the air and crossed them at the knees like an upside down Indian style. He buried his face down into her pussy, sucking the lips in like soft pasta and moving his face side to side. He teased her clitoris with his tongue, slurping on it, sucking the flesh around it, then pressing against it with full f***e, his fingers still jammed in her vagina. Upside down she humped against him, her head under his groin, her feet in the air until she locked them around his ribs and humped up and down with his face milling her widened out pussy.
She straightened out in front of him, her head and shoulders to the bed and ass up and her legs spread. He ate her pussy from behind with his nose lodged in her ass. She rolled over and brought him on top of her, reaching down for his dick in his underwear. He slid his socks off into the floor using his feet, and he stiffened out and rolled his boxers off and tossed them across the room.
My wife, she looked at his dick for a few seconds, then looked at his face, then back to his dick and she motioned him on. He came to her, on his knees across the center of the bed, using both hands she grabbed his dick and balls and rubbed her tits across his chest, him sucking her mouth.
She hunkered down on all fours, jerking his dick and watching it like something foreign to her. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. She looked quick again to the camera, like for my approval, and like it was in slow motion she lowered her face down to his dick, opened wide with her tongue lying out the front past her teeth, and his dick slid slowly into my wife’s mouth.
Her tongue worked across the head until it disappeared past her lips. She didn’t bob at first, rather she just sucked the tube of his dick right under the head like she wanted its taste. She looked up into his eyes, her back end spread in the air opposite him like doggie style. He reached down and smacked her left ass cheek. The sound echoed from the next room.
She groaned.
Her tongue winked out of her mouth, lavishing the shaft of his dick, making it wet and shiny. Still not bobbing, she pulled back and licked his tip in circles, and then lightly licking the hole before streaking down his dick’s underside and down to his hanging balls she was already massaging with her left hand.
She sucked the right nut and then the left, and she tried to suck them both but couldn't fit them in, so she tongued the flesh between his balls and then smeared them both across her lips and face. She kissed them and sucked them some more and returned to the dick where she kissed up its length and took it back in her mouth, bobbing back and forth, licking his dick inside her mouth with every stroke.
He resorted to clutching the back of my wife’s head at her ponytail, pulling her face in and out. She sucked deeper in until she gagged a second, and she pulled out his dick and brought it down against her face like a windshield wiper, licking his dick and balls, kissing them, jerking the base with the wet smacks of her clinched fist.
He reached down and put his middle finger in her pussy from the back while his dick was buried in her throat. She sucked it hard, the flesh popping when she released suction long enough to suck down some oxygen.
Her ponytail was all but loose. Her face flush and layered with sweat and spit and precum.
She gripped his dick tightly with her right hand, and with her left reached over to the drawer beside the bed where we had installed two boxes of condoms. With her teeth she ripped into the condom’s gold foil wrapping. She spit the wrapping back out, rose up to suck his tongue another time, and making her lips into an O, she slipped the condom just inside her mouth.
Scooting forward, she rolled it down his dick with her tongue until it came close to his base, and she stopped to gag. Holding tightly to his balls, she laid back into the pillows and pulled him close. He jabbed his fingers down into her dripping pussy. She widened her legs even farther apart. And with his balls in her hand, she twisted just a bit so it was clear to the camera, and without looking at the camera this time, she pulled him slowly inside of her.
Her stomach seemed to swell with his dick inside her body, pushing the organs out just so. At first the head stayed at the opening of the hole, and she moved it around like to tease herself, or me, and scooting forward his dick patiently made its way inside, wrapped in the fog colored condom we are adamant about using, and she rocked against his body so it shoveled deeper in, her toes flexed out on her feet, and she let out a wail and shuddered, and he climbed forward in missionary to seize her legs against himself, and he sucked her tits for a second while he gathered his own legs forward, and slowly did he begin to rock against her, the bed mattress whining, with her lightly moaning.
She was spread out underneath so her asshole was taut and slightly open, his balls slapping down against it as he fucked her slowly, carefully, while she got used to it. She tossed one of the pillows from the bed and reclined back, rubbing her cheek against the naked sheet. He planted his hand beside her face, and she licked up his wrist a few inches.
She had stopped looking at him, keeping her eyes closed and concentrating on her breathing. He squeezed her tits with his off hand, thrusting in between her thighs, his weight atop her, his balls slapping the darkish skin between her pussy and her ass.
He hooked her left leg with his right arm, and lowered himself a bit deeper inside her, which made her pant like she was in heat and made her nod. The thrusts came a bit deeper and were more defined. His balls and stomach slapped against her flesh every time he fucked her. She moved her hands about his body like she didn’t know what to hold, and she settled on the headboard and the side of the mattress, her left leg and foot crooked and aloft in the air, and her right leg bent and leveraged around his weight.
She held on while his dick pumped inside her body. The harder he went, the more she would whimper, eyes closed, licking her lips. He bit lightly at her nipples and reached under to hold her firmly by her ass cheek before he started fucking harder.
She wrestled free her other foot and raised it similar to her other so she was spread out and getting fucked. She held her feet together in front of his face as he rose up and thrust with her legs together and the rest of her lying back like she was crucified. She grunted as she took his dick deep inside her. Their slaps of damp flesh boisterous. Flatly she posed her feet against his chest and he leaned back, fucking her, holding her ass cheeks from both sides and bringing her in and out. He used his right hand to gently swat at her clitoris between her squeezed in legs. She moaned.
I want to ride, she said.
He dropped down and she saddled over him like a horse and climbed on. All the liquids in her ass and pussy popped as she slid down his belly him toward his cock. Grabbing firm the shaft with one hand and his balls in the other, she lowered her weight and started to writhe around on the stick. He began to thrust up, holding her by her ankles, but she motioned for him to stop.
I’m going to do it, she whispered closing her eyes.
She pressed down against his chest holding her weight, and keeping her shoulders firm she moved her hips forward and back, her tits shaking to either side until he grabbed them, twisting them like she was being milked. She flicked the bottom half of her body, grinding his dick against the inside walls of her pussy canal. She lowered down so he could suck her tits and he went to it. Her blunt, pale nipples he nibbled with the tips of his teeth. She moaned. He reached around and held her by her ass cheeks, and she gave a little shrug to signify she was busy. He rested his hands back behind his head, still feasting on her bouncing, hanging nipples.
Bite them, she said. Bite them and twist them.
And he did. He held her nipples lightly between his teeth and flicked them with his tongue.
Yeah, she crooned.
She picked up her pace, her ass grinding into his pelvis, her ass crack compressing down against his balls, her legs scissoring in with every thrust. Her breathing picked up, and she started nodding and her mouth was wide.
Oh yeah, she said. Oh yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Her pussy squeezed around his dick like a vise, and she fell forward, her tits in his face, and she brushed her toes against the mattress, flexing her body.
She climbed off him and he rolled to meet her. She was on all fours and nestled her face into a pillow. She lowered her shoulders, arched her back, and spread herself with her ass pointing up.
He swatted her ass and watched it jiggle a second, and he put his finger inside her like a fish hook, and she growled and shook her ass a number of times, and she reached under and put her own finger inside her pussy and humped against the bed a time.
He climbed up behind her, grabbed her waist with firm hands, and he laid his dick up across her ass like to see how far it was going to push inside her. She reached back between her legs, found his cock with her fingertips, and she glided it into her body, twisting her back end to make it fit. He was slow at first, letting her get used to it again, and she lowered forward with her hand still down there fumbling to grab his balls as he pushed his cock in and out.
Fuck me, she said. Finish me off.
He picked up the pace. He made a slapping sound, the tops of his legs against the rounds of her ass cheeks. Her asshole was flush he could see looking down, watching his dick enter her over and over and over again. For a few moments he rose up farther, mounting her fully and driving his length straight down like a plow into my wife. She offered herself farther, spreading out and burying her face into the pillow. I could just make out her muffled groans.
He settled back down, forcing her legs wider and humping hard, spanking her sweaty ass every thrust. Her toes were dug into the comforter, bracing herself against the f***e of his fucking. He found a good spot and kept at it a minute or so until he dragged her backward to the foot of the bed, pulled her up to her feet, bent her over the mattress, and started fucking her standing. She collapsed, exhausted, pressed down against the bed with all his weight.
Yeah, he said.
Fuck me, my wife managed to say.
Yeah, he said again.
Are you going to cum? she asked him.
Yeah, he said.
Where do you want to cum? she asked.
I don’t care, he said short of breath and concentrating.
You want my tits or my ass? Or my face?
I don’t care, he said.
Pick, she said. I want you to pick.
Face, he said.
Okay, my wife said back to him.
He put every ounce of himself into fucking her bent over the bed, all three cameras watching along with the notebook on Skype, which was how I was watching.
I’m about to go, he said.
Tell me when, she said.
Okay hang on.
He swatted her ass and held her tight by her waist, lunging into her gaping wide pussy. He lifted one leg up onto the bed for a better angle and slammed himself down into her.
Okay now, he yelped.
She whipped around like she’d practiced a hundred thousand times, the condom snapped as he pulled it off his dick, and he stood there jerking off over my wife’s face. Her eyes squinted shut. He jerked until it spewed out from the bridge of her nose down to her tits, silver laminate winking in the lamplight, and there she remained on her knees until he’d finished and stood there near motionless catching his breath. His dick fell softly across her face, still hard but losing steam, and it smeared the sperm into a light little gray mask on her face. She wiped her bottom lip with her open hand and felt her eyes to make sure they were good, and she smiled and sat down in the carpet floor and breathed.
Wow, he said to her.
She smiled up at him and gave him a quick nod.
Was it what you were asking for? he asked.
She gave a nod both polite and brief, and he realized it was time for him to go.
He went and took a piss, came back to the room and found each article of his clothing, and he wrote down his number and told her if she needed to make another movie that he was her man. She waved a time when he left, sitting there spent and naked on the bed. When the door latched behind him, she grabbed a rubberband on the television and pulled back her hair before taking the number he wrote for her and dropping it in the trashcan.
I sat there saving the video capture from the Skype, closing up shop.
Then I heard a knock from the adjoining room door, and I opened it up to see her in all her supreme sexiness, still naked and sweaty and pink, sperm lathered on her face, looking at me like that was fun and wondering what was next.
Well sweetheart, I said. Get you a shower and brush your teeth, and we’ll go home.
She made back for the bathroom in her room.
I’ll pack up, I said.