My pulse hammers in my ears as I perch on the edge of the hotel bed, watching Emily apply the final touches of lipstick in the bathroom mirror.
The room smells like expensive perfume and my own nervous sweat. She's wearing this black dress that hugs every curve, the kind that makes my mouth go dry even now, even knowing what's about to happen. Her silver hair is pulled back in that elegant way that somehow makes her look both sophisticated and devastating.
"Okay, baby." She caps the lipstick with a decisive click, turning to face me. Her blue eyes find mine in the mirror's reflection before she pivots fully. "Here's the game plan."
My throat closes up. I nod, not trusting my voice.
Emily crosses the small space between us, her heels clicking against the hotel carpet. She gestures toward the connecting door between our room and the adjacent one. "You can watch through there. Since we booked both rooms, it's unlocked on both sides."
The door looks innocuous. Just white paint and a standard hotel handle. But knowing what's on the other side, knowing what I'm about to see through that crack, makes my stomach flip.
"I didn't tell Brian you'd be watching." Her voice drops lower, more serious. "So just try to be quiet, okay?"
Brian. The client has a name now. That makes it real in a way the abstract concept never was.
"Okay," I manage, the word coming out rough and strangled.
Her hand finds my face, fingers gentle against my cheek. The touch grounds me, pulls me back from whatever spiral I'm starting to fall into.
"If this is too much for you, we can call it off," Emily says softly. Her thumb strokes across my cheekbone, and there's no judgment in her eyes. Just concern. Just love. "Right now, Danny. We don't have to do this."
"No." The word comes out too fast, almost desperate. I shake my head, my hand coming up to cover hers where it rests against my face. "No, I want to do this."
Her eyes search mine for a long moment, like she's trying to read something deeper than my words. "Okay," she finally says. "But baby, if you decide halfway through that you want out, you can just leave. Okay? No judgment."
I nod, but she's not done.
"And if you text me, I'll end things early." Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. "The second I see a message from you, I'll stop everything and come back to you. You understand?"
I nod again, my heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. My phone sits heavy in my pocket, a lifeline I'm terrified I'll need to use.
Emily leans in, her lips finding mine in a kiss that's soft and reassuring. When she pulls back, her eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asks, and I can hear the vulnerability underneath the question. She needs me to be okay with this. Needs to know I won't shatter.
"Yes." My voice comes out stronger this time, more certain.
Her jaw tightens slightly, and she takes a breath. "And you're okay with him finishing inside of me?"
The question hits me like a physical thing. My cock twitches in my pants despite the anxiety churning in my gut. The image flashes through my mind unbidden, Emily, marked by someone else, waiting for me to reclaim her.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Okay, baby." She kisses me again, this one lingering longer. When she pulls away, her expression has shifted into something more professional. The mask she wears for clients sliding into place. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Emily's hand finds my wrist, her grip gentle but firm. "Don't jerk off while you're watching."
The words make my brain stutter. "Isn't that like..." I swallow hard, embarrassment flooding through me. "Isn't that half the fun of being a cuck?"
She sighs, and I watch something shift in her expression. Vulnerability bleeding through the professional mask. "Please, baby?" Her voice drops to something softer, almost pleading. "I want all of it inside me tonight. Everything you have."
Heat explodes across my face, burning from my neck to my ears. My cock throbs in response to her words, and I have to look away from the intensity in her eyes.
"Okay," I manage, the word barely audible.
"Next time you can jerk it a little, okay?" Emily's thumb strokes across my wrist, soothing. "I promise. But tonight, I need you to save it all for me."
"Alright." My voice comes out steadier this time.
She leans in, her lips finding mine in a kiss that's tender and possessive all at once. When she pulls back, her hand cups my cheek one more time.
"Make sure you're comfortable, okay?" Her eyes search mine. "Get yourself situated however you need to."
"Okay."
Emily straightens up, smoothing down her dress with practiced hands. I watch her transform fully now, the switch completing. She's stunning. Beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache with pride and something darker I can't quite name.
She crosses to the connecting door, her hand resting on the handle for just a moment. Then she's gone, slipping through into the other room with a soft click of the latch.
I sit frozen on the bed, staring at that white door. I force myself to stand, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. The connecting door looms larger than it should, just a few steps away but feeling like miles. My phone burns in my pocket, Emily's promise echoing in my head. One text and she'll stop everything.
I reach the door and press my ear against it first. Nothing yet. Just the muffled sound of movement, footsteps on carpet.
My hand finds the handle, and I turn it slowly, carefully, until I feel the mechanism disengage. I pull it open just a crack, maybe an inch, enough to see through but hopefully not enough to be noticed from the other side.
The gap reveals a slice of the adjacent room. Different layout than ours, the bed positioned at an angle that gives me a clear view of most of it.
My breath catches in my throat as I see Emily enter the frame, her black dress a stark contrast against the beige hotel walls. She moves with that confidence I've come to recognize, the one she wears like armor when she's working.
The knock on the door comes moments later, sharp and decisive.
I watch Emily move to answer it, her hand reaching for the handle. My heart pounds so violently I'm afraid they'll somehow hear it through the walls. The door swings open, and a man steps inside.
Brian.
He's tall, maybe six-two, with dark hair graying slightly at the temples. Probably mid-forties, dressed in an expensive suit that screams money. Handsome in that conventional way that probably makes women look twice. My stomach clenches.
"Emily." His voice is deep, warm. "You look incredible."
"Thank you." Her voice takes on that purr I know so well, but it sounds different now. Professional. Distant. "Please, come in."
The door closes behind him, and I watch as he moves further into the room. His eyes track over Emily's body with obvious appreciation, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. My fingers dig into the doorframe hard enough to hurt.
"Can I get you anything?" Emily asks, gesturing toward the mini bar. "Water? Something stronger?"
"I'm good." Brian's moving closer to her now, closing the distance with predatory confidence. "I've been thinking about this all week."
My cock throbs traitorously in my pants. This is happening. This is actually happening.
Emily smiles, that practiced expression that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Have you?"
"Couldn't get you out of my head." His hand comes up, fingers ghosting along her arm. "That last time we were together..."
I can't breathe. The casual intimacy of the gesture, the implication that this isn't their first time, makes bile rise in my throat even as my cock hardens further. He's touched her before. Fucked her before. This is just another transaction for both of them.
"You were very memorable," Emily says, and her hand finds his chest, pressing lightly against his expensive shirt.
Brian leans in, and suddenly they're kissing. Not gently. His hand tangles in her silver hair, pulling her against him with enough force that I see her body arch slightly. His other hand grips her hip, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.
The kiss deepens, and I watch his tongue slide past her lips, claiming her mouth with possessive hunger. Emily's arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and the sound that escapes her throat makes my stomach drop.
It sounds real. Too real.
My fingers dig harder into the doorframe. Brian's hands are everywhere now, sliding down Emily's back, gripping her ass through that black dress. She gasps into his mouth, and the sound pierces through me like shrapnel.
He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to her neck. Emily's head tilts back, exposing the pale column of her throat. Her eyes flutter, and for a terrifying second I think they're going to close completely.
But they don't.
Her gaze drifts, unfocused at first, then sharpening as it lands on the connecting door. On me. Our eyes lock through that narrow gap, and something passes between us that makes my breath stop entirely.
She smiles.
Not the professional mask she's been wearing. Not the practiced seduction she uses for clients. This smile is soft, intimate, meant only for me even while another man's mouth works against her skin.
Brian's hands slide lower, gripping Emily's ass with both palms now, and she makes this breathy sound that shoots straight through me. Her eyes stay locked on mine through the crack in the door even as her body responds to his touch.
"Come on," she breathes, her voice taking on that edge I recognize from when she's getting impatient. "Take me already."
The words hit me like a fist. She's not asking. She's demanding. Her hands move to Brian's chest, fingers working at his tie with practiced efficiency. He groans against her neck, his own hands moving to the zipper of her dress.
I watch the fabric loosen, sliding down her shoulders. Brian steps back just enough to let it fall, pooling at her feet in a puddle of black silk. She's wearing matching black lingerie underneath. His hands are already reaching for her bra clasp.
They're moving toward the bed now, still kissing, still grabbing at each other. Brian's jacket hits the floor first, then his tie. Emily's fingers work at his shirt buttons while his mouth claims hers again, aggressive and consuming.
The shirt comes off, revealing a chest that's broader than mine, more defined. My stomach clenches with something that might be jealousy or arousal or both. Emily's hands slide across his skin with appreciation that looks too genuine, too real.
Brian's hands find her bra clasp and it falls away. Her breasts spill free, perfect and pale in the hotel lighting. He cups them immediately, his thumbs brushing across her nipples in a way that makes her gasp into his mouth.
They stumble backward onto the bed, Emily pulling him down on top of her. He hooks his fingers into her panties. She lifts her hips to help him slide them down her legs, and suddenly she's completely naked beneath him.
Brian stands to finish undressing, his hands moving to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoes in the quiet room. He pushes his pants down, and my breath stops entirely.
He's massive.
Not just big. Massive. Thick and long in a way that makes my own cock feel inadequate even through my pants. My throat closes up as I watch Emily's eyes track down to his erection, see the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
Brian climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between Emily's spread thighs. His hands grip her knees, pushing them wider apart. I can see everything from my angle, the way her pussy glistens in the lamplight, the way his cock bobs as he lines himself up.
"You ready for me?" he asks, his voice rough with want.
"Yes." Emily's eyes find mine through the crack again, holding my gaze even as Brian's cock presses against her entrance. "Fuck me."
He pushes inside in one smooth thrust.
A moan tears from Emily's throat, loud and unrestrained. My cock throbs so hard in my pants it's painful. I watch Brian's thick shaft disappear into my wife's pussy, stretching her in ways I never could. The sight makes my vision blur at the edges.
He starts moving immediately, no gentle buildup. Just hard, driving thrusts that make the bed frame creak beneath them. Emily's hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her breasts bounce with each impact, and the sounds she's making cut through me like knives.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Brian groans, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. "So fucking tight."
Emily's response is just another moan, her head thrown back against the pillows. But her eyes drift back to the connecting door, searching for me through the narrow gap. When she finds me watching, something shifts in her expression.
The pleasure on her face intensifies, becomes more pronounced. Like knowing I'm watching makes it better for her. My stomach clenches again with something dark and possessive even as my cock leaks in my boxers.
Brian's pace increases, his body slamming into hers with brutal efficiency. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with Emily's gasps and his grunts. He shifts his angle slightly, and Emily's back arches off the bed.
"Right there," she gasps, her fingers clawing at his back. "Fuck, right there."
He pounds into that spot relentlessly, and I watch my wife come apart beneath another man. Her mouth falls open, her whole body going rigid as the orgasm tears through her. The sounds she makes are primal, desperate, and they go straight to my cock.
Brian doesn't slow down. If anything, he fucks her harder through it, chasing his own release. His hands grip her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he drives deeper.
"I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside." Emily's eyes lock onto mine through the crack, and the word feels like it's meant for me rather than him. "Cum inside me."
Brian's entire body goes rigid above her, his hips slamming forward one final time as he buries himself to the hilt. I watch his cock pulse inside my wife, pumping his cum deep into her pussy. The sight makes my own cock throb so hard I have to press my palm against it through my pants.
Relief floods through me in a cold wave. They're done. It's over. I can go to her now, reclaim what's mine, prove that she belongs to me despite what just happened.
But then Brian pulls out, his cock still rock hard and glistening with their combined fluids. My stomach drops.
He's not softening. Not even slightly.
His hand comes down on Emily's pussy with a sharp slap that makes her gasp. Once, twice, three times. The wet sound of it echoes through the room, mixing with her breathless moans. His cum leaks from her with each impact, dripping down onto the hotel sheets.
"I think I got three or four more rounds in me," Brian says, his voice carrying satisfaction and promise in equal measure.
Emily's expression transforms into something blissful, almost drugged. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips curved into a satisfied smile that makes my chest tighten with emotions I can't name.
"Wonderful," she purrs, and the word sounds genuine.
Brian's hands grip her shoulders, pulling her up from the mattress. "Let's get you on your knees next."
I watch, frozen in place, as Emily shifts positions. She moves onto all fours, presenting herself to him like an offering. Her silver braid falls over one shoulder, and when she glances back at the connecting door, our eyes meet again.
The smile she gives me is apologetic but hungry.
My phone burns in my pocket. One text and she'll stop. One text and she'll come back to me.
My fingers twitch toward it, then stop.
Brian positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips with possessive confidence. His still-hard cock presses against her entrance, and I realize with sick certainty that I'm going to watch him fuck her again.
And again.
And again.