I never thought I'd be watching my wife masturbate while another woman bounces on my cock, but life's funny that way.
The hotel room smells like expensive lubricant. The stranger, Gabi, I think her name is, grinds down on me with a theatrical moan, her thighs slapping against mine with each downward thrust. The latex barrier between us feels alien and constrictive after years of bare intimacy with Sabrina.
"Fuck, you're so hard," Gabi purrs, her nails digging into my chest. "Your wife trained you well, didn't she?"
I glance over at Sabrina perched on the cuck chair. My gorgeous wife, with her tousled blonde pixie cut and those piercing blue eyes that always see right through me. She's leaning back now, two fingers working furiously between her legs, her gaze locked on where Gabi and I are joined.
God, I don't want this. I don't want this stranger's weight on me, her unfamiliar scent in my nostrils. But then I remember Sabrina's face three weeks ago, how vulnerable she looked when she finally confessed her fantasy. How her voice trembled when she told me she wanted to watch me with someone else. I remember thinking I should say no, that this crossed some line we couldn't uncross.
But Sabrina saved me when I was drowning. She pulled me from the wreckage of my previous life, showed me what love without conditions felt like. I'd walk through fire to see her smile the way she's smiling now, flushed and electric with arousal.
Gabi grabs my chin, forcing my attention back to her. "Do you like that, slut? Fucking some random woman your wife found online while she watches? Being a good little toy for both of us?"
The words feel scripted, plucked from some amateur porn dialogue, but when I look at Sabrina again, I see her bite her lower lip, her pace quickening.
"Yes," I answer, the lie tasting bitter but necessary. "I love it."
Sabrina's eyes meet mine across the room, and in that moment of connection, I'd swear she knows. She knows I'm doing this for her. And somehow, that shared secret makes this whole bizarre situation almost intimate.
Gabi leans down suddenly, her face hovering inches from mine, lips parted and hungry. I jerk my head back, turning away from her attempted kiss. Something about mouth-to-mouth feels too sacred, too much like betrayal.
"No kissing." Sabrina's voice cuts through the wet sounds filling the room, her fingers never stopping their relentless pace between her thighs. Her breath comes in short pants, but her tone leaves no room for negotiation.
Gabi pouts, still grinding against me in slow, deliberate circles. "Maybe just one little kiss? He's so pretty."
"I said no kissing." Sabrina's voice drops an octave, that dangerous edge I've learned means absolute authority. Her eyes flash even as her hips buck against her own hand.
The rhythm between Gabi and me falters as she processes the command. She pauses, tilting her head like she's recalibrating.
"I can kiss his body though, right?" she asks, already lowering her mouth toward my chest.
Sabrina moans, nodding frantically. "Yes... yes, that's allowed."
Permission granted, Gabi's lips descend on my skin. She starts at my sternum, dragging wet, open-mouthed kisses across everything. When she reaches my collarbone, her teeth graze the sensitive skin there before she latches onto the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
A groan escapes me before I can stop it, genuine this time. The sensation sends electric currents straight to where we're joined.
"That's it," Sabrina encourages from her chair, her voice thick with arousal. "Mark him up. Show him who he belongs to tonight."
Gabi growls against my throat, doubling her efforts. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the physical sensation rather than the emotional disconnect.
That's when I hear it, a sharp, desperate gasp from across the room that makes both Gabi and me freeze. I turn my head just in time to see Sabrina's back arch violently off the chair, her hand a blur between her thighs.
"Oh fuck, oh GOD!" she wails, her voice breaking with an intensity I've never heard before.
My eyes widen as clear fluid suddenly gushes from between her legs, splashing onto the hotel carpet in rhythmic pulses that match her screams. The sight is primal, shocking, my composed, controlled wife coming completely undone, orgasming forcefully while her entire body convulses.
"Holy shit," Gabi whispers against my neck, clearly as stunned as I am.
Something about seeing Sabrina lose control so completely breaks something loose inside me. A whimper escapes my throat, a sound I'd normally be embarrassed by, as heat rushes through my body like wildfire. My hips buck upward involuntarily, my back arching as I spill into the condom with a series of broken moans.
But Gabi isn't finished with me. Just as my climax starts to crest, her fingers suddenly clamp around my jaw, forcing my gaze away from my wife.
"No," she commands, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You don't get to look at her when you're inside me." Her grip tightens, fingernails digging crescents into my skin. "If you're going to explode in this pussy, you look right into my eyes while you do it."
Something primal and terrifying passes between us as our gazes lock. Her pupils are blown wide, predatory and consuming. I try to turn away, to find Sabrina again, but Gabi's hold is unyielding.
"That's it," she purrs, grinding down harder as my body betrays me. "Give it up. Every. Last. Drop."
I can't help it, I stare helplessly into those unfamiliar eyes as the final, most intense pulses of my orgasm tear through me. My vision blurs at the edges, the room spinning as pleasure crashes over me in waves that feel almost violent. For one disorienting moment, I forget whose bed I'm in, whose body is claiming mine.
When the last aftershock of my orgasm subsides, Gabi finally releases her grip on my jaw and slides off me with a satisfied sigh. The sudden absence of her weight leaves me feeling oddly exposed. I lie there, chest heaving, cum-filled condom still clinging to my softening cock.
"You two are absolutely fucking adorable," Gabi says, stretching like a cat as she rises from the bed. Her naked body glistens with sweat in the dim hotel lighting. "Seriously, most couples I do this with are all business. You guys actually seem to... I don't know, care about each other or whatever."
Sabrina wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, her pixie cut now plastered to her temples with sweat. She looks utterly wrecked in the most beautiful way.
"Thanks," she manages between heavy breaths. "We do."
Gabi nods appreciatively and begins collecting her scattered clothing from around the room. She's halfway into her panties when her gaze falls on my crotch, specifically on the milky latex balloon still hanging from my spent cock.
"Oh shit," she says, eyes lighting up with renewed interest. "I almost forgot about my little parting snack." She takes a step toward the bed, licking her lips.
Before she can take another step, Sabrina is suddenly between us. I didn't even see her move from the chair, but now she's standing protectively at the edge of the bed, her hand wrapping around my dick with surprising firmness. The possessive grip sends an unexpected jolt through my oversensitive shaft.
"Actually," Sabrina says, voice deceptively casual despite the steel underneath, "I'd prefer to keep this particular condom for myself." Her fingers tighten around me, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to stake her claim. "If you don't mind."
The tension in the room shifts. I hold my breath, caught in their silent power struggle.
After what feels like an eternity, Gabi's face breaks into an amused smile. "Of course," she concedes with a graceful nod. "Your husband, your rules."
The rest of her departure feels like it happens in fast-forward. She finishes dressing with practiced efficiency, exchanges a few pleasantries that I barely register, and then she's gone, the hotel door clicking shut behind her with finality.
The moment we're alone, Sabrina's demeanor changes completely. Her eyes darken with hunger as she carefully pinches the condom, sliding it off my spent cock with surgical precision. The latex makes an obscene squelching sound as she removes it, careful not to spill a single drop.
I watch, transfixed, as Sabrina holds the condom up to the dim light, examining my seed captured within like it's some precious specimen. My breath catches when she brings it to her lips, tilting her head back slightly. With deliberate slowness, she upends the latex reservoir, letting my cum slide directly onto her waiting tongue.
"Fuck," I whisper, my spent cock already stirring back to life at the sight.
Her eyes lock with mine as she swallows, a primal satisfaction spreading across her features. Something about watching her consume what that other woman couldn't have sends heat rushing through my veins.
"Sabrina," I rasp, my voice barely recognizable with need. "Please."
I don't wait for her to respond. Reaching out, I grab her wrist and pull her down onto the mattress beside me. Her eyes widen in surprise, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks. It's rare that I take control like this, and the novelty of it seems to excite her as much as it does me.
My body moves with urgent purpose, rolling on top of her in one fluid motion. Her thighs part instinctively, welcoming me home. I push into her without preamble, groaning as her slick heat envelops me. After the foreign sensation of latex, the raw sensuality of her pussy around my cock feels like salvation.
"Oh god," she gasps, her back arching beneath me. Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging crescents into my skin. "You did so good for me, baby. So fucking good."
I bury myself to the hilt, savoring how her body trembles beneath mine. The contrast is staggering, Gabi had been a performance, a show put on for my wife's benefit. This, this is real. This is coming home.
"Tell me," I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness. "Did you like it? Watching me submit to her?"
Sabrina's breath hitches, her pussy clenching around me so tightly it nearly triggers another release. The physical reaction tells me everything her words might try to hide.
"Yes," she confesses, voice breaking as I thrust particularly deep. "Seeing you... seeing you give yourself to someone else..."
"What if she'd taken me from you?" I whisper against her ear, driving myself deeper with each word. My voice breaks into a soft whimper as her wetness envelops me completely. "What if I'd forgotten all about you and just... disappeared with her?"
Sabrina's entire body convulses beneath me, her inner walls clamping down so hard I nearly lose myself right then. Her pupils dilate until her blue eyes are nearly black, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
"You wouldn't," she gasps, but the flush spreading across her chest tells a different story. Her hips buck wildly against mine, chasing the fantasy even as she denies it.
I press my advantage, rolling my hips in slow, torturous circles. "But what if I did? What if she fucked me so good I couldn't remember my own name?" My voice fractures as pleasure builds at the base of my spine. "What if she marked me as hers and just... took me away?"
"Fuck!" Sabrina's back arches off the bed. I'm not usually this aggressive, this dominant, but something about tonight has shifted the balance between us.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I continue, my breath coming in ragged pants. "Knowing some other woman was using your husband's body? Knowing I was being fucked senseless while you sat alone, wondering where I was?"
Her only response is a keening wail as her body seizes beneath mine. I feel the telltale flutter of her inner walls as she cums, her release triggering my own. White-hot pleasure explodes behind my eyelids as I empty myself inside her, claiming her just as thoroughly as she claims me.
When the aftershocks finally subside, I collapse onto her chest, our sweat-slicked bodies melding together. For several minutes, the only sound in the room is our synchronized breathing gradually returning to normal.
"I love you," Sabrina whispers, breaking the silence. Her fingers trace gentle patterns across my back. "You know that, right?"
I wrap my arms around her with desperate intensity, burying my face in the curve of her neck as my body trembles against hers.
"I love you too, Sabrina. So fucking much," I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. "I'd tear myself apart for you, you know that? I'd do anything, absolutely anything, to keep you satisfied." My grip tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her back. "But if tonight was too much, if it crossed some line, please just tell me. Don't... don't leave me."
The words tumble out before I can stop them, raw and vulnerable. The thought of her walking away makes my chest constrict so painfully I can barely breathe. My entire body goes rigid with a primal fear that surprises even me with its intensity.
"Baby, hey..." Sabrina's voice softens as she cradles my face between her palms, forcing me to look at her. "I'm not going anywhere. Never." Her thumbs stroke my cheekbones. "I asked you to do this for me, remember? You gave me something incredible tonight."