(This story contains hotwife, cuckold, wife sharing and mild sph. If this is not your thing then please move on and read something you do like)
Part 3
I awoke from what must have been a few hours sleep. Between the curtains I could just see the sky beginning to lighten.
I was still on the sofa in Ryan's room, trousers still gathered around my knees. My soft cock and stomach still covered in my own drying cum.
I looked to the bed and was confused as the bed was empty. I could see the stain where his cum had leaked out of my wife's pussy after he had fucked her so powerfully.
I stood and headed to the bathroom thinking that perhaps they were there, but although the room felt a little steamy they were not there either. I checked my phone, no messages and the time displayed was 05:30 so it was too early for breakfast. Then I thought that as the hotel was close to the royal parks, they might have gone for an early morning run.
Not wishing to walk back to our room covered in cum, I took the opportunity to clean myself up. I stripped off my clothes and took a quick, hot shower. As I showered, images of the events of last night flashed through my head. The sounds she made, the things she said. She had really let herself go and given us both exactly what we both needed.
Before I realised it I was sliding my soapy hand up and down my now very stiff cock. It had all been so intense, so spontaneous, but so fantastic. It was all that we had fantasised about since we had revealed these matching desires to one another years before.
I heard a door slam somewhere, I quickly stopped pleasuring myself and listened. I heard nothing more, but after what had happened earlier, I felt somehow embarrassed to be caught masturbating in Ryan's shower. I dried myself and quickly dressed, but when I entered the main room it was still empty. The sounds must have come from another room close by.
I checked I had my key card for our room and then headed down in the lift to our floor. I remembered eating Linda from behind in this very lift only a few hours before. I realised too that there was a camera in a top corner of the lift and I wondered if anyone had been watching our activities. The thought gave me an unexpected thrill, I'd have to tell Linda about it later.
The lift arrived at our floor and I made my way to the room, slipped the card in the lock and entered. I almost fainted from shock and instant arousal at the sight that greeted me.
There was Linda wearing the newly purchased red and black basque, the lace top fishnet stockings and of course the heels. She was on the bed, on all fours, but with one hand underneath pressing her new vibrator tightly against her clit. I couldn't see her face as her hair hung down. Behind her Ryan was holding her hips while slamming his engorged cock into her steaming pussy.
I felt rage and jealousy surge through me as I remembered she had promised to model this outfit for me. I was angry, but once again my cock betrayed me. As it throbbed it seemed to fill my body with lust and desire, pushing aside those other emotions. My brain repeated the same thought over and over "She looks so fucking sexy."
She didn't seem to notice my entrance, but Ryan did. He glanced towards me, the reached forward and gathered her hair up and held it behind her head. He didn't pull her hair, but just guided her head to turn and face me.
She opened her eyes and saw me standing there. "OHHHHH FUCK DEAN," she cried, "I KNOW IT WAS FOR YOU, BUT HE MADE ME, HE MADE ME WEAR IT FOR HIM!"
He continued to fuck her as he said "Tell him the truth Linda. About how you sucked me in the shower after he had passed out. You said you wished you had your new toy and I told you I'd love to watch you use it, especially if you were wearing your new lingerie. You then asked if I'd like a sneak peek." As he spoke he pounded her even harder to punctuate his words.
