Fantasy Series

Samantha and Jim looked at each other with certainty as they paused exiting the elevator. Jim grabbed her hand and held it with reassurance. She looked up from her favorite, stylish open-toed heels and gazed into his eyes with all the love she had.

Jim smiled and kissed her with passion. A kiss she knew well from their 14 years together. A smile appeared across her face and her nervousness could no longer be detected.

"This will be fun," Jim told his blond-haired wife.

"For you!" Sam quipped back at Jim with a smirk, not so sure of his remark.

"For both of us." Jim calmly told his wife.

She took a deep breath and looked at the hotel hallway. "1107?" She asked.

"Yes." Jim answered as he moved towards the rooms, leading his wife.

They walked through the seventies styled carpeted hotel looking at the very nice, but out-dated décor.

Sam's long tight ponytail bounced back and forth, and her perfect C cup breasts jiggled with each step. Her sexy shoes made her walking appear much more seductive than intended.

A man a little younger than the couple passed with hungry eyes and a smile. He ignored Jim.

Jim noticed his lust for his amazing wife. He noticed the man eyeing her matching yellow toes, perfectly toned legs, amazing waist, great tits, bright smile, and flowing hair. Jim couldn't help but to be happy of her desirability and proud she was his.

Sam smiled back at the man. Thrilled she was being given the attention she needed from someone other than her man.

She felt lighter and moved with more confidence.

Jim was glad Sam noticeably felt better.

"Here we are..." Sam said as they slowed their walking. They still searched intently for the room number even though they knew the cracked door was meant for them.

They stopped in front of the open hotel room. Jim hugged his wife from his side and kissed her cheek. She looked back at him, with one last look of doubt.

"This will be exciting for us both, we are going to love it." Jim expressed his emotions with a slight smile. His stoic demeanor carried Sam.

She looked down and up her body. "Well?" She asked Jim. "How do I look?"

Jim looked at her again. "You look amazing. But it isn't going to matter." Jim chuckled devilishly.

Sam cracked a large grin.

He pushed open the door slowly. "We're here!" He said loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. Then pulled his beautiful wife behind him.

The room was standard. It had been renovated much more recently than the rest of the hotel, it had a large TV, coffee maker and small refrigerator, a corner sitting chair with ottoman, a few pieces of wall art, a dresser and table, a couple of nightstands, a nice view of the sunny city, and a king size bed.

The thing that was not standard to the room was a beautiful brunette at the foot of the large bed.

"Good girl!" Jim happily exclaimed. His eyes glued to the 35-year-old woman in front of him.

Sam took in the shock, then acclimated to the situation. This woman was beautiful. She was naked and exposed physically and emotionally. She sat perfectly on her knees with her back straight. She didn't move, she only looked around with her eyes.

A calming sense of easeness washed over her as she glanced back at Sam. Sam felt the initial tension of the unknown drop as they all studied each other.

"Yes, Sir!" The brunette answered Jim.

Jim walked straight to her, unable to look away from his new toy. He reached down and gently touched her face. She pressed into him with assurance. Her eyes locked with his.

He traced her jaw with his fingertips and rubbed his thumb across her wet lips. She opened her mouth for Jim and allowed his finger to enter. Jim felt the softness of her lips and the strength of her teeth, but the saliva from her mouth was a different kind of intoxicating.

Her openness to be both so obedient and intimate took Jim and Sam by surprise.

Sam stood by watching the encounter between her husband and this woman they had never met before. It was alluring. Sam could feel the strongest sexual tension of her life. She could see the lust in this woman's eyes and see the rod in her husband's dress pants.

She watched on as her husband ran his hands through her beautiful dark hair then down her neck and across her porcelain skin. This slave was in great shape and obviously worked out daily. Her breathing intensified as Jim worked his way to her B cup tits. Samantha noted how she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her bent legs, ever so slightly, widened and her back arched towards Jim.

Sam had never experienced the thrill she was having at that moment. She loved her man being in charge. She loved watching another woman submit to him. She wanted nothing more than to please him also, but at the same time- turn on this other woman.

Jim gripped his slave's small tit. He squeezed it hard as he looked to his wife to show her the black barbell piercing.

Sam could barely focus. Her husband manhandled this willing slut.

"You like your tiny tits grabbed. Don't you?" Jim looked back at his slave sharply, as he squeezed harder. Her body language affirmed.

"Yes, Sir! I love it when you grab my tits!" The slave replied to Jim with honesty, knowing she couldn't hide the truth. She didn't want to. She wanted to be bare for both him and her to see, and know. She wanted her truth to be told to these strangers. She wanted to be used and satisfied.

"Tiny Tits!" Jim corrected her loudly.

"Yes! I love my tiny tits squeezed, Sir!" The beautiful slave corrected her statement.

"Good Girl!" Jim said with a nod and stern look.

Sam had never seen Jim take control like this. She continued to watch as her husband kneeled in front of the slave and ran his hand between her legs.

Sam watched as Jim ran his fingertips down her dark landing strip and to her eagerly waiting pussy. She watched the slave close her eyes, breathe deeply, erratically buck into her husband's hand, and grab his shoulder.

The sounds of her gushing, pussy sloshing and light moaning turned Sam on to another level. She felt her own juices dampen her panties and drip down the inside of her leg. She pulled her short yellow sundress off and revealed the amazing white corset lingerie set she had been hiding.

"Does your cunt need that?" Jim asked in an aggressive tone.

"Y...Yesss!" His slave finally answered. She grabbed his shoulder much harder.

Jim suddenly stopped. "What?" He asked almost madly.

His slave looked at him with large eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir. What do you need from me?" She asked sincerely.

"Sir! You will refer to me as Sir. Every. Single. Time." Jim explained to her sternly.

She looked down, ashamed she had made a mistake. "I will work to make sure it doesn't happen again, Sir. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sir."

Sam watched her husband take emotional control of his slave. Something clicked inside herself. Sam also needed his attention and connection.

"Stand up!" She said with authority.

Jim and the slave looked at Sam with shock. They had both shared such a tense moment they had forgotten she was still in the room.

Sam took two quick steps over and removed the slave's hand from her husband's shoulder.

"You are not to touch him, unless I tell you to!" Sam looked down at the slave and spoke with a confidence the slave would dare not disobey.

"Get your hand off her pussy, now!" Sam bossily told Jim as she pulled him to his feet.

Jim was unsure of Sam's mood, and he didn't want to worsen the situation as he stood. The slave looked down at the floor knowing this great encounter was about to turn nasty and end.

"Take his big cock out!" Sam said clearly and calmly.

The slave looked up at Sam from the floor. Her expression changed from disappointment to eagerness then excitement as she raced to unbuckle, unzip, and pull out Jim's fat cock.

Jim turned to look at Sam by his side. His black pants fell to the floor. She kissed him with force. Passion would normally be the word used to describe the feeling being shared, but it was so animalistic. It was a necessity to lock lips between the couple. It was hunger and love, paired with life and sex and happiness. A feeling that can't be described other than to say they shared the perfect moment.

Sam reached down and grabbed her husband's big dick. She stroked it slowly, until Jim let out a groan in her mouth.

Sam broke the kiss and looked down at the slave. Sam was a little surprised to see she had been watching with excitement from her knees this whole time.

Sam smirked at her then looked back into her husband's eyes.

"Suck my husband's dick!" She said confidently.

The slave took Jim's thick, veiny, shaved, eight inch cock into her mouth. She looked up at Sam as she slowly swallowed his penis. Sam licked her lips and ran her fingers through her shiny long dark hair, guiding her head back and forth for her man.

"Do you need to gag on that cock?" Sam asked the slave.

She replied by taking Jim as far as she could and choking on the spit the had accumulated in her mouth.

Sam devilishly grinned as she watched the slave's face turn pink and veins grow in her face and neck.

"Good Girl!" Sam reassured the slave. "Make sure you play with his balls, he loves that."

Jim rolled his neck in a daze of pleasure.

"I've got something you can do too!" Sam told Jim as she slid her lace thong down her legs slowly.

Jim grabbed the slave's head and slowed her sucking. He watched as his perfect wife crawled on the bed slowly moving around on all fours seductively. She held his gaze while she positioned herself behind the beautiful cocksucker.

"Is she good?" Sam asked teasingly.

Jim nodded.

"Was that a yes or a no?" Sam pestered.

Jim gulped. "Yes, she's very good. She's amazing."

"Maybe I will have to try her out later, then." Sam said to Jim as she brushed the woman's hair and lightly touched her tits.

Sam had never had any interest in other women and the thought in this moment was about to put Jim over the edge. He jerked and grabbed the slave's head. He started to fuck her mouth and take control of the act.

"Stop it!" Sam told him. She pulled his hands from her dark head to her own beautiful silk thighs.

"She is going to service you, while you eat me." Sam told her husband.

He nodded as the drooling and slurping continued to please him.

Sam laid back onto the bed and spread her legs. Jim bent over to kiss her legs. He gently pushed his slave's back into the bed, her head sandwiched between the mattress and Jim's big cock. He was in heaven.

Jim took control licking and kissing his wife's most intimate areas with a rabid hunger. He pulled Sam's body tighter with one arm and braced his slave's head with the other.

Sex sounds filled the room. Sam had never been so wet. She leaked all over the bed, her legs, and Jim's face. He buried himself in her wet warmth, trying to satisfy his urge. She came. Much more easily than normal.

"Thank you." Jim said to his wife as he looked up from between her legs. His eyes told the truth. He loved her and he needed this experience.

"I love you." She responded between breaths wanting to give him everything in the world.

His tongue went back to work and his thrusts became harder. The slave's mouth had created a trail of spit running down both her chin and off of Jim's balls. Her tits were covered, and a puddle was growing on the carpet.

Jim sped his hips.

"God, you're a good mouth!" Jim blurted from his wife's crotch. He rested his head against the inside of her leg.

"Cum in that slut's mouth, Baby!" Sam cheered in an uncharacteristic fashion, as she moved her hand over to substitute her husband's mouth.

He fucked her throat hard, using the bed to his great advantage. He pushed up off Samantha and stood over the slave. He grabbed each side of her head and fucked her face.

"Swallow that cum." Jim said as he dripped sweat on her. "Suck out every fucking drop!" He stiffened then bent over. "Ahhhh! Fuck! Keep going."

The slave gulped every stream that filled her throat. She looked up at Jim for approval. His tired and satisfied face answered her mute question.

Jim smiled down to the beautiful woman. She had yet to release his cock from her mouth. Her hands massaged his calves and worked their way up to his thighs, while she ran her fingers up and down his hairy legs.

"Mmmm, ah. Uhh!"

Jim looked up at Sam. Her fingers vibrated over her clit. She looked away erratically, as her half clothed body stiffened then clenched. She bit her lip and let a moan escape her lips.

Jim touched her curled toes and watched his wife orgasm for what seemed like the fourth time.

He rubbed her leg and watched on.

"Thank you, baby." She said to her husband with adoration in her eyes.

He smiled as he looked her over in awe.

"I would like you to own her. Take her how you need to. I trust you." Samantha reached down and caressed Jim's hand.

Jim lovingly kissed his wife's foot and ran his hand over her lower leg.

The slurping sounds started again, and Jim closed his eyes for a moment. Sam smiled and adjusted herself to see more of the show.

"Stop!" Jim commanded.

The slave's head stopped bobbing back and forth on his cock immediately. Drool slowly dripped from the bottom of her lips and gathered in the puddle, on the floor, between her legs.

She looked up with only her eyes. Jim recognized the look of fear on her face. She was worried she had disappointed him with her effort.

He pushed her head back and pulled his now hard cock from her mouth. The slave's confusion grew as she tried not to move from her giving position.

Jim turned and walked to the corner of the room, where he quickly slid the ottoman across the carpet floor where he stopped it in front of one of the large hotel room windows. Jim pulled the curtains back and flooded the room with unwanted sunlight.

Sam and the slave looked away, after already being visually ambushed by the unexpected act.

Jim walked over quietly and grabbed the slave's arm. He pulled her to her feet as he looked into Sam's eyes with certainty. Sam's body was on fire. She had seen Jim take control of her like this, but never another woman. It turned her on, unlike anything she had felt in her life. She reached between her legs again keeping her glued eyes on the show.

Jim pulled the slave to the ottoman and bent her at the waist. He pulled and pushed her hips as he looked back at Sam, trying to give his wife the most optimal angle to watch.

Jim stopped moving her hips and widened her stance with his foot. He slapped her ass hard, and with no warning. The slave jumped and a little yelp escaped her lips.

"Let's try this again, without the noise." Jim taught a quick lesson.

She nodded in disappointment, looking down at the foot rest her hands steadied her body on.

Jim slapped her ass, Hard! The slave learned her lesson and showed no reaction. This pleased Jim and a smile appeared across his face.

Sam's fingers moved faster as she watched her man take complete control of this beautiful woman. She was on fire and moaning like a demon.

Jim looked over at his wife and watched her perform on herself, unlike anything she had ever done in all the years they had been together. Her eyes showed she was incoherent, and her actions seemed possessed. She widened her legs and thrusted her pelvis up with a rhythmic pattern and hateful satisfaction. Spit accrued in her mouth and leaked from the corners of her lips, without even the slightest thought of being wiped away.

Sam's toes curled and she tried to look at the love of her life between the growing rolls of her bright and beautiful green eyes. She positioned her spread legs in front of him, almost as an offering. She had lost so much control of herself; the act may have been unintentional.

"Fuck her Jim! Fuck that slut! Take her!" Sam yelled in a low and broken voice, something you would hear in an exorcist movie scene.

Her tits pushed out to her husband and her head pushed to the side and into the bed.

"Fuccccck!" Sam screamed with bulging eyes.

Cum shot from her wide open and soaking wet pussy.

Jim was astonished. His jaw dropped. Sam had never squirted before. His hand gripped the beautiful woman in front of him with hurtful force. His excitement was unmistakable.

"Bend the fuck over!" Jim commanded as he pushed the beautiful slave's many shades of long brown hair to the foot stool. The sunlight now allowed the details of the hotel room and its guest to be brought to life.

Their urges were unlike their own and Jim now took full advantage of the amazing ass sticking up infront of him. He rolled his hips back and shoved his chiseled cock into the flesh in front of him. The slave yelped from the unexpected force thrust into her.

"Shut up!" Jim told her as he pulled her head up by her hair. He leaned down over her perfect body and licked her ear.

"Take this fucking dick, you little whore!" Jim hissed into her ear with hard strokes, as he bottomed out in the woman.

She corrected her posture and breathing. "Yes, Sir! I'll take it for you, Sir!"

The words took Jim completely off-guard. He had never been so turned on. He knew his wife was watching him and he was having sex with an anonymous 10, who followed his every order.

Jim froze. His ball slapping stopped.

"I'm Gonna..." Jim cut his own words off. "AHH! Shit!"

Jim pulled her hips into him. He pumped so much cum from his balls into the amazing slave bent over for him. He squeezed her tan butt cheeks and touched her body, hoping she had just a fraction of the satisfaction he had been given.

He looked to Samantha with regret in his eyes and knelt behind the dark-haired goddess. Jim kissed her right buttocks as he spread her pussy and thighs open. He watched as a glob of his ejaculate dropped from her swollen lips and onto the back of his hand.

Jim licked it from his hand with one long lick and continued it up to the slave's open holes. Jim tasted himself and her juices as they mixed across his togue. He savored the taste and continued lapping from her most intimate areas.

"Stop!" Samantha commanded from above them both. Jim looked up to see his wife right above the ass he massaged with his tongue.

Sam pulled his face out of her cheeks and looked down at her insatiable husband. She grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him with more passion than ever before. They shared the uncommunicated essence of love and trust, with the passion and pleasure they shared.

The moment ended with Sam and Jim glued to each other's eyes. They shared all of their life's secrets in the last 30 seconds and held the vulnerability of their partners behind their own fortified walls.

Jim watched as his wife knelt beside him. She held his hand by his side and reached up to stroke the slave's perfectly muscular legs with her soft fingers. Sam watched Jim watch her as she leaned her head in slowly and kissed the back of the slave's amazing thigh. Sam kissed it softly. She felt the smoothness of her leg and the softness of her skin. Her look had been drawn away and Sam discretely licked her leg again, upwards, closer to her butt. She savored her taste and the moment she was in.

Jim watched as he saw the gears in her own mind race. Samantha started to kiss and lick more intensely. She grabbed and squeezed the perfect body in front of her and worked to please both her and her husband.

Jim continued his work. He kissed and licked his slave. One hand caressed his wife and the other explored the woman in front of them. His tongue again found its way to her cum covered lips and he lapped up the dripping fluid like a starving hound. He shared intimate kisses with his wife and pleasured his obedient slave in between the perfect moments.

Jim took control and lightly guided Sam's mouth to the slave's pussy. Samantha was gentle and curious. She explored this new experience with an unknown woman. Her lips moved with respect and her tongue wiggled with an eagerness for pleasure.