[Probably going to write extra chapters on and off whenever i feel like it. They will be set after the story unless specified otherwise. I will likely write a genuine epilogue at some point detailing what happened with swanks and others but maybe not. idk.]
Sitting in this chair feels like being sentenced to paradise and hell simultaneously. I'm perched on what might as well be a throne of shame in this upscale hotel room, facing the bed where my wife will soon entertain another man. The plush armchair is comfortable against my back, but my skin crawls with anticipation that's equal parts dread and arousal.
Emily stands before me, radiant in black lingerie that squeezes every part of her body just right. Her silver hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the soft glow of the hotel lighting. The smile that plays across her lips is both tender and wicked.
"Look, I know I said you can jerk off this time," she says, her voice honey-sweet as she adjusts her stockings, "but try to limit it to just once, okay? I don't want you empty by the time I'm finished with George."
I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. My palms are already sweating, and George hasn't even arrived yet. At least this time the shame isn't as suffocating as when I watched through the crack in the doorway. This client knows I'll be here, which somehow makes it both better and worse.
"Okay," I manage, the word barely making it past my lips.
Emily steps closer, her fingertips trailing along my jaw with delicate precision. "I already cleared it with George too," she purrs, "if you want to use my mouth when it's convenient."
My brain short-circuits completely. "Really?"
She laughs, the sound musical and light despite the depravity of our conversation. Her thumb traces my bottom lip, and I resist the urge to take it into my mouth.
"Really, baby. He's very generous that way." Her eyes search mine, looking to make sure I'm alright. "Are you sure your okay with all this?"
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly tight with emotions I can't even begin to untangle. "I feel... overwhelmed," I admit, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Stressed out, but also..." I trail off, embarrassed by the hardness pressing against my jeans. "So fucking horny it hurts."
Emily's eyes soften immediately, concern washing over her features. "Do you want to call it…"
"No," I cut her off. "I think I'm starting to get addicted to it, actually. The dread in my heart when I get jealous like this." I tap my chest where the ache lives. "It's like some twisted drug I can't get enough of."
She studies me for a long moment, her head tilting slightly as she absorbs my confession. Then she nods slowly, understanding lighting her eyes.
"Well," she says after a thoughtful pause, raising her finger to emphasize her point, "remember we have less than two years of this kind of sex left until I retire. So enjoy it while you can." Her voice drops, becoming firm and unyielding. "And when it's over, it's over. No amount of begging will bring it back."
"I know, I know," I nod, trying to commit this moment to memory, her standing there in black lace, half-commanding and half-warning me about the temporary nature of our arrangement.
A wide smile spreads across her face, satisfied with my acceptance. The moment stretches between us, electric and intimate.
Then the knock comes.
Three sharp raps against the hotel door that might as well be hammer blows to my chest. Emily's smile shifts instantly, transforming into that professional mask she wears for clients. The change is subtle but complete, her posture straightening, her eyes taking on that calculated warmth that isn't quite the real thing.
"Showtime," she whispers, winking at me before gliding toward the door.
I sink deeper into the chair, my heart hammering against my ribs as Emily's hand closes around the doorknob. The click of the lock disengaging sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room.
The door swings open and I'm suddenly face-to-face with him. He's tall and lean, his dark skin gleaming under the hotel lights as he steps into the room. Not bulky like I'd imagined, but athletic, the kind of toned physique that comes from running miles instead of lifting weights. His shaved head and confident posture give him a commanding presence that immediately fills the space.
"Amber," he says warmly, his voice deep and melodic. "It's wonderful to see you again."
My stomach clenches. Amber. That's her work name, of course. I'd almost forgotten.
Emily steps forward to embrace him. "George, Hello."
They exchange pleasantries with the easy familiarity of people who've shared intimacy before. I watch their interaction from my chair, feeling both invisible and painfully conspicuous. She touches his arm lightly as she laughs at something he says, and I notice how her fingers linger against his skin.
After a moment, George's attention shifts to me. He walks over with purposeful strides, extending his hand as he approaches my chair.
"I'm George," he says, his smile genuine and lacking any hint of mockery. "You must be Dan. I have to say, I'm impressed. Anyone who managed to convince Amber to marry them deserves respect, lord knows many have tried."
I rise halfway from my seat and take his hand. His grip is much firmer than mine, but there's no power play in it, no silent judgment in his eyes about my presence or our arrangement. Just honest acknowledgment.
"Thanks," I manage, unsure how to respond to the compliment. "Nice to meet you."
George releases my hand with a nod, then turns his attention back to Emily. He shrugs out of his expensive-looking jacket, draping it carefully over the back of a nearby chair. The movement reveals a fitted button-down that accentuates the lean muscle of his arms and chest.
"So," he says to Emily, his voice dropping to something more intimate. "How do you want to do this?"
Emily doesn't answer George with words. Instead, she sinks gracefully to her knees before him, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders as her fingers work at his belt buckle. The metallic clink seems impossibly loud in the sudden silence of the room.
My breath catches in my throat as she unzips his pants and slides them down his hips in one fluid motion. George's black cock springs free, already fully erect, and lands against Emily's cheek with a soft impact that makes my stomach clench.
He's well-endowed, noticeably bigger than me, his dark shaft contrasting starkly against my wife's pale skin. But he's not the monster Brian was.
Emily's eyes close briefly as she nuzzles against his length, a smile of pure satisfaction spreading across her face. The expression is so genuine it sends a jolt of jealousy through me, followed immediately by that twisted arousal that's becoming dangerously familiar.
George takes a few steps backward until his calves hit the bed, then sits down with a soft exhale. His posture is relaxed, confident, like a king receiving his due. Emily follows on her knees, never breaking contact with his cock as she begins pressing soft kisses along its length.
"Fuck," George murmurs, his hand coming to rest gently on the back of Emily's head. Not pushing, just touching, appreciating.
I shift uncomfortably in my chair as Emily opens her mouth and takes him inside, her lips stretching around his girth as she slides down his shaft. There's no hesitation, no adjustment period, she takes him to the base in one smooth motion that speaks of practice and familiarity.
My own cock strains painfully against my jeans as I watch my wife's head begin to bob in a sensual rhythm. The wet sounds of her mouth working his length fill the room, punctuated by George's occasional deep groans.
Then, in the middle of her performance, Emily's eyes flick open and find mine across the room. There's no shame there, no apology, just pure, unfiltered love for me mixed with something playful and encouraging. Her gaze drops pointedly to the obvious bulge in my pants, then back up to my face, one eyebrow arching slightly.
The message couldn't be clearer if she'd spoken it aloud. Enjoy yourself. My trembling fingers fumble with my belt buckle, Emily's silent invitation impossible to resist. The shame that once paralyzed me has transformed into something electric, something I crave. I slide my pants down my legs, followed by my boxers, freeing my aching cock to the cool hotel air.
Wrapping my hand around myself, I start with slow, measured strokes, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. Emily somehow takes George even deeper, and I watch his toes curl against the carpet, his head falling back in ecstasy. The sight should destroy me, but instead, it winds me tighter, my hand picking up speed.
"Alright, come on," George suddenly growls, his voice thick with need. "I want to fuck."
He moves with surprising strength, lifting Emily as if she weighs nothing. In one fluid motion, he flips her onto her stomach across the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. His hands grip the delicate lace of her lingerie, and with one decisive tug, the fabric tears away from her lower half.
Emily instantly rises up on all fours, her silver hair spilling down her back as she presents herself to him. I watch, mesmerized, as George positions himself behind her and pushes forward in one smooth thrust.
The moan that escapes her lips is primal, unfiltered, sending shockwaves straight to my cock. But even as she takes him, her eyes find mine across the room. She smiles, not her client smile, but something real and intimate meant only for me. There's pure bliss in her expression, but also unmistakable joy at seeing me touching myself while watching her.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," George groans, his hands gripping her hips as he establishes a rhythm that makes the headboard tap against the wall.
I match my strokes to his thrusts, creating a synchronized dance between us all. The voyeuristic thrill builds in my chest, that perfect cocktail of jealousy and arousal that I've come to crave.
"Come closer," Emily gasps between thrusts, her eyes still locked on mine. "I want…" She breaks off with a moan as George hits something deep inside her. "I want you here."
My legs carry me forward before my brain fully processes her request. I stand beside the bed, my cock still in hand, uncertain what she wants from me.
George glances up, acknowledging my presence with a nod that contains neither hostility nor mockery. Just acceptance. "Use her mouth," he suggests, his voice surprisingly gentle. "She's incredible."
Emily turns her head toward me, her lips parting in invitation. The sight of her offering herself to me while another man fucks her from behind makes my knees weak.
I take a hesitant step forward, my cock throbbing in my hand as I move closer to the edge of the bed. Emily's eyes are heavy-lidded but focused intently on me, her lips parting wider as I approach. The invitation is unmistakable, and something primal takes over as I guide myself toward her waiting mouth.
Her lips close around me, and the wet heat of her mouth sends electricity up my spine. I can't help the groan that escapes me as she takes me deeper, her tongue working along the underside of my shaft.
George suddenly picks up his pace behind her, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The impact of each thrust pushes Emily further onto my cock, taking me deeper than she intended. I watch her eyes widen slightly, then glaze over as something shifts in her expression.
She's cumming.
The realization hits me the same moment her moans vibrate around my cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her mouth goes slack for just a second, then tightens around me as waves of pleasure visibly roll through her body. The vibrations from her throat send shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.
"Fuck, she's cumming hard," George grunts, his pace becoming relentless as he drives Emily through her orgasm.
Each powerful thrust pushes her forward, forcing my cock deeper into her throat until I feel myself hit the back of it. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working me while she moans through her climax are obscene in the best possible way. Her eyes roll back slightly, tears forming at the corners from the intensity of it all.
The dual sensation of watching her come undone while feeling the vibrations of her pleasure around my cock is almost too much to bear. My hand moves to cradle the back of her head, not pushing, just steadying her as she takes me to the base with each of George's thrusts.
"Holy shit," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
Her mouth grows messier as her orgasm continues, saliva pooling at the corners of her lips. The slick, wet heat combined with her uncontrollable moans creates a sensation I've never experienced before. Each vibration from her throat shoots straight up my spine, building pressure at the base that threatens to explode at any moment.
George's rhythm falters slightly as Emily's inner walls presumably clench around him. "Damn, Amber," he groans, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. "You feel fucking incredible when you cum."
The sight of Emily gagging on my cock while being pounded from behind breaks something loose inside me. My control shatters completely. Without warning, I grab the back of her head with both hands and start thrusting into her mouth like it's a second pussy, driving deeper with each stroke.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I groan, my voice barely recognizable as my hips snap forward.
My release hits with devastating force, pumping hot spurts down Emily's throat while I continue fucking her face. Her eyes widen, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to swallow everything I'm giving her. Wet, obscene gagging sounds fill the room as she chokes slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her hands grip my thighs, holding herself steady as I empty myself completely down her throat.
As my release continues to flood her throat, I feel the tempo behind Emily change. George's steady rhythm suddenly falters, his movements becoming erratic and powerful. His face contorts, eyes squeezed shut as a guttural groan tears from his chest. He's cumming too, pumping his load deep inside my wife while she's still swallowing mine, filling her from both ends in perfect synchronicity.
The realization sends another jolt through my still hardened cock, forcing one final spurt into Emily's eager mouth. She moans around me, her throat working desperately to keep up with both our releases. Her eyes, watery from gagging, lock with mine in a moment of raw connection that transcends the depravity of what we're doing.
When I finally pull back, a thin strand of saliva connects my cock to her swollen lips. Emily gasps for air, her chest heaving as George continues to thrust through the final pulses of his orgasm. Her face is flushed, mascara streaking down her cheeks in dark streams, but her expression is one of pure, unfiltered bliss.
"Fuck," George groans, his hips finally stilling as he buries himself to the hilt one last time. His hands grip Emily's hips with enough force to leave marks, holding her firmly in place as he empties everything inside her.
I stagger back slightly, my legs weak from the intensity of my climax. The hotel room spins for a moment as I try to catch my breath.
George pulls out with a wet sound that sends fresh heat coursing through me despite my recent release. His cock glistens with their combined fluids, still impressively hard as he steps back from the bed. Emily collapses forward onto her stomach, her body trembling with aftershocks.
George's eyes drift between my still-rigid cock and his own, both of us apparently ready for more despite having just finished. A slow grin spreads across his face.
"Hey Amber, you have lube around here, right?" he asks, his voice casual like he's asking for the salt at dinner.
Emily, still catching her breath, nods. "Yeah." She rolls to the side of the bed, reaching for her bag on the nightstand. Her movements are languid but purposeful as she extracts a small bottle.
George watches her with that same easy confidence, then turns to me. "Why don't you take her ass while I keep fucking her pussy?"
"Really?" The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it, my brain struggling to process what he's suggesting.
"Yeah," George shrugs, stroking himself lazily. "I prefer the pussy anyway."
Emily's eyes find mine, a wicked smile spreading across her flushed face. There's a gleam of excitement there that makes my cock twitch. "Well," she purrs, "you heard the client."
Before I can fully process what's happening, Emily guides me onto my back on the bed. The mattress dips beneath our combined weight as she straddles me, facing away. Her silver hair cascades down her back, tickling my chest as she pours a generous amount of lube onto her palm.
The cold sensation of her slick hand wrapping around my cock makes me hiss through my teeth. She works the lube thoroughly over my length, each stroke deliberate and teasing.
"Ready?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me.
I can only nod, words failing me completely as she positions herself above me. She reaches between her legs, guiding the head of my cock to her puckered entrance. The initial resistance gives way gradually as she sinks down, taking me inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh fuck," Emily moans, her voice dropping to something deeper, rawer than before. The tight heat enveloping me is almost unbearable, so different from her pussy but equally incredible.
We remain motionless for a moment, both adjusting to the intense sensation. Her inner muscles clench around me, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine that make my toes curl against the sheets.
"Okay, I'm good now," she finally breathes.
George positions himself between her spread thighs, his dark hands gripping her hips. I feel the bed shift as he moves closer, and then Emily gasps sharply. The sensation of his cock entering her pussy while mine fills her ass is immediately apparent, I can feel the impossible fullness causing her to tremble between us.
George begins to thrust, and Emily's body jerks between us. The sensation is unlike anything I've experienced, I can feel his movements through the thin barrier separating us.
"Oh my god," Emily moans, her head falling back as George establishes a rhythm. "It feels so fucking good."
Her words ignite something primal in me. I grip her hips and start moving in counterpoint to George's thrusts, when he pulls back, I push deeper, creating a relentless rhythm that gives her no respite.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants, her voice rising in pitch with each word.
Emily starts making sounds. High, desperate noises I've never heard from her before. Not with clients in videos, not with Brian, not even with me during our most intense moments. These are different, raw and instinctual, like something's being torn from deep inside her.
"Don't stop," she gasps, her entire body trembling. "Please don't stop. I can't… I can't…"
Her words dissolve into incoherent screaming as her body goes rigid between us. "YES! YES! YES!" Each affirmation tears from her throat with increasing intensity, her ass clamps down so hard around me I nearly black out from pleasure.
Then it happens, Emily's body convulses between us as a rush of warm liquid suddenly sprays from her pussy, soaking George's abdomen and splashing down onto my legs. Her cries turn into desperate helpless whimpers.
"Oh my god," I gasp, feeling her ass spasm around me in perfect rhythm with each new wave of fluid.
George lets out a deep, appreciative groan. "Fuck yeah, that's it," he encourages, driving into her harder as another gush erupts from her. "Let it all out."
Emily can't even form words anymore. Her body is pure sensation, pure reaction, each whimper higher than the last as she quivers uncontrollably. Her thighs are shaking so violently I have to tighten my grip on her hips to keep her from collapsing.
The intensity is too much to bear, the pressure of her pulsing around me, the sight of her completely undone. It pushes me over the edge. My vision whites out as pleasure tears through me, my hips jerking upward of their own accord.
"I'm cumming," I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust deep one final time, emptying myself completely inside her. The release is soul-shattering, each heartbeat sending electricity through every nerve ending in my body. "God, I love you so much."
Through her continued trembling, she manages to reach behind her, fumbling for my hand. When she finds it, she intertwines our fingers, squeezing tight in a gesture so tender amid all this depravity that my chest aches.
"I love you too, Danny," she pants, her voice wrecked but sincere. Our joined hands press against her thigh, the small connection somehow more intimate than everything else we're doing.
George keeps driving into her, his pace relentless as he watches our hands clasped together. Rather than looking put off by our moment, a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
"You two are something else," he says, his voice tight with building pleasure. His movements become more focused, more deliberate as he chases his own release.
I'm still buried inside Emily, aftershocks rippling through me as she continues to clench around my cock. I don't want to withdraw yet. This connection, feeling her between us while our fingers remain interlocked, is too precious to break.
Emily's body jerks with each of George's thrusts, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her fingers tighten around mine almost painfully as another orgasm builds within her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," George announces, his rhythm faltering as he drives deeper. His hands grip Emily's waist, pulling her down onto him with bruising force.
Emily's back arches as she cries out, her body caught in the grip of yet another climax. I feel her contracting around me again, milking any left over drops from my spent cock as George groans loudly, his hips flush against her as he gives her everything he's got.
For a moment, we're all frozen in place, the only sound our ragged breathing filling the hotel room. Then Emily collapses backward onto my chest, her body trembling. The weight of her against me is comforting, grounding me back to reality after the mind-shattering experience we just shared.
George pulls out with a wet sound and steps back from the bed. "Holy shit," he breathes, running a hand over his shaved head. "That was... intense."
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he moves across the room to retrieve his clothes. My arms instinctively wrap around Emily's waist, holding her against me. I'm still inside her ass, neither of us quite ready to break that connection.
"That was fun," George says as he pulls on his pants, his movements unhurried and satisfied. "You two have something special."
I nod, not trusting my voice to work properly. Emily says nothing, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath.
As George continues dressing, Emily shifts slightly against me, turning her head so her lips are right against my ear. Her voice comes as a whisper, so quiet I can barely hear it, certainly too soft for George to catch.
"Hey Danny," she breathes, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability I rarely hear from her. "Do you think when you're done reclaiming Mommy, maybe you could... piss in me again?"
Heat floods my face immediately, a deep blush spreading down my neck at her unexpected request. Her expression holds a touch of embarrassment, her eyes not quite meeting mine as she waits for my response.
"It just made me feel really close," she continues, her voice barely audible. "Since that's only our thing."
The raw honesty in her voice, the way she's asking for this intimate act as a way to feel connected to me, makes my cock stir inside her. Before I know it I'm rock hard again.
Emily groans softly, feeling my renewed arousal inside her. Her eyes widen slightly, surprise and pleasure mingling in her expression as she shifts her hips experimentally against me.
"Is that a yes?" she whispers, hope threading through her voice.
I swallow hard, overcome with emotion for this incredible woman who continues to surprise me. "Yeah," I whisper back, my voice rough with desire. "Of course I can."