This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. Part 6 ended with the fiancée sucking her lover's cock in the changing rooms of a luxury hotel's swimming pool. A stranger was watching as her lover untied her bikini, revealing her bent over in all her naked glory. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts.
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I was frozen on the spot as she continued to devour her so-called husband's cock.
"I want to swallow," she croaked.
I hadn't seen her as horny in years. Whatever else he had done, he had sparked a fire inside her.
"Stick your ass up higher in the air," he commanded.
She complied as I glanced to the stranger. He was rubbing his cock through his swimming shorts, admiring the view of what could only be described as a dirty, filthy slut.
"Spread your legs more. Show off that pussy of yours."
My fiancée parted her gorgeous legs. I knew she would be craving a cock inside her. She had wanted mine earlier. My heart pounded and I hoped she would beg me to ram it between her lips. I didn't care if a stranger watched me pound her. She was mine. Rightfully mine. I had been denied her too long.
Her husband had the widest smile in the room, sitting on the bench like it was his throne while the most beautiful thing imaginable tended to his every sexual desire. He grabbed her by the back of her head and started to hump her mouth. Her eyes widened under the assault. He was taking her out of her comfort zone and refusing to acknowledge any hint of discomfort.
The stranger pulled out his erect cock. I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him, but there was no doubt what I saw in the corner of my eye. If he began to fuck her I couldn't see her stopping him, even if she realised it was someone else. More so, if her husband ordered her to take it, she would welcome every inch just to indulge his benefit. I threw a swift side-glance to the stranger, then back to the sex act. He was masturbating. I wondered if he was satisfied just to watch, or if he was readying himself to join in.
"I need fucked," she cried.
My own erection was forcing its way out of my shorts, my balls bulging inside. The image of her wantonly swallowing her husband's cock and craving more was stirring undeniable desires deep inside.
"What do you want?" her husband asked her, his voice hoarse under her pleasure.
She sucked his cock faster, adopting a tip-to-base technique.
He grunted. "Say it," he ordered.
Was he going to fuck her in front of us? Was I to be the one? What if it was the stranger, so vigorously wanking his cock as he watched.
She ignored his voice, grabbed his cock in her hand, wanked him furiously and took one of his balls in her mouth.
"Fuck!" He lost all sense of control, unleashing shot after shot of cum over her. The first landed on her shoulder. She leaned back to catch the next on her chin. The third found her tits and anything after that she sucked deep down into her abdomen.
"I love your taste, sweetie," she said, rubbing her cheek against his cock and slowly wanking it, as if to express hope that he had more to give her.
"You're a bad girl," he told her. "I wanted to watch you get fucked."
She glanced quickly to me, then back to him. "I'll get showered and meet you in the room for that."
I shot a look to the stranger. He had tucked his cock away, but his eyes were still locked on her naked form. She lifted her bikini and stood up, still facing her husband. She carefully put it back on. He groped her all over as she tried, his fingers eventually resting on her crotch. He forced his way inside her, through the fabric. She moaned and grinded herself against his touch.
"Now who's bad?" she asked.
The stranger stared at her remarkable ass in the g-string bikini bottoms.
Her husband manipulated her urge to walk away in the most magnificent fashion, pressing into her moist cavity. She was stuck to the spot, unable to resist. I knew the look on her face. She wanted a hard cock inside her. What if this really happened, I wondered? Could I cope with watching another man hammer her right before my eyes? I took a deep inhalation and prepared myself. There was always that spark -- that truthful glimmer -- that no matter what she did next, I would always enjoy a part of it. Even if the morals I had grown up with were so far out of sight I was losing my sense of normality and, perhaps, even of reality.
"The room..." She was fighting it, but her pussy lips pushed against the bikini to meet his fingertips. "Fifteen minutes..." Her yearning was in her voice, sacrificing her resolve to lust. "Both of you." Almost as quiet as a whisper, but audible enough to confirm my inclusion. She backed one foot from him.
He drove his fingertips deeper, causing her to gasp. "Why not here?" he asked.
I felt a shot of pride as she backed away on both feet. She was grinning at him, teasing. She turned, slowly at first and in the opposite direction so our eyes never met, 180 degrees and came face to face with the stranger for the first time. She hesitated, then walked back towards the swimming pool.
"I hope you enjoyed the show," she said to the stranger, as she exited.
He coughed his reply. "Yes, yes indeed I did."
"I think I'll shower," said her so-called husband.
The stranger mumbled something and returned to the swimming pool.
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I stood in the corridor outside the changing rooms. Without a key to the room myself, I had no choice but to wait on one or both them. I hadn't bothered with a shower. I couldn't bring myself to stand near him. I just needed to get out of that room. A few minutes passed as I waited, the images of what had happened repeating in my mind. The one burning question... Would she have allowed the stranger to fuck her? My instincts were opposing. Old and new recognising separate, independent behaviour. Who was she anymore?
The door to the ladies changing room opened and there she stood, in a beautiful dress which stopped above her knees. She came close to running to get to me.
"Baby, I am so sorry. I didn't know there was someone there. Did he see much?"
"Everything," I said.
"Really? Even me sucking..."
I nodded.
"Oh God." She looked down, shame on her face. But I noticed something else. Something I have noticed in women throughout my life. Whilst there can be an instance of embarrassment, there is all too often that subtle hint of flattery. "He..." She nodded in the general direction of her so-called husband. "He's mentioned a couple of times about wanting to watch someone else fuck me."
"I want to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me too, but I think he has other ideas." She lowered her voice, as if genuinely worried about his impending interruption. "Was that other man there when my," she hesitated, as if she suddenly felt silly in the role, "my husband took off my bikini?"
"Yes, he was."
She closed her eyes and took in a deep inhalation. "Anything else I should know?"
There was an element of a kick in all this. This power to control her emotions with information she obviously didn't feel capable of receiving from her husband. That lack of trust between them that was so vastly overshadowed by what she and I shared. "He jerked off for a bit while he watched you."
Her lip curled at the corner. "Oh no." She opened her eyes. "Stay as close to me as you can from now on. If we can snatch a quickie it would make my weekend perfect, baby."
"You mean behind his back?" I asked.
"Yes." Her eyes lit up. "I want to experience the thrill of cheating on my husband with my one true love."
"Can I ask you a question?"
She nodded.
"Baby," I began, using her favourite word, "when did you become such a spunk bucket?"
Her face was a picture of shock. She loved to act the slut, but rarely did she appreciate such a damning indictment. She bit her bottom lip. "He's the only man who's cum I've ever loved the taste of." She leaned forward to kiss me.
As the door from the male changing rooms opened, she quickly snapped back into place and into the submissive role of his wife. He walked towards us and they linked arms, sharing a quick peck on the lips. "Back to the room then?" he said.
I followed behind.
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The elevator door opened and he led her inside. Again, I followed. Much like an afterthought. I hit the appropriate floor number and waited patiently for the doors to shut. After a few seconds, the elevator began its ascent. He hit the stop button and we halted between floors. He turned to face her, stared her up and down and then finally slid his hand up her dress.
She instinctively opened her legs for him. "Oh God," she muttered.
He forced her dress up to her waist, revealing the same skimpy g-string bikini from the pool. His fingers rubbed the outside of the fabric. "Nice and wet," he remarked. He pulled the material to one side. Her stunning, shaven pussy was on show for us both.
She glanced to me. He caught her chin in his other hand and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her deep. His fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, ignoring her clit. She moaned and my cock hardened. "Put them in," she begged.
He chuckled, loving the control he possessed of her sex. His fingertips parted her lips and caressed the inner folds, though he did not enter her.
I leaned against one of the walls and watched them, eager to join in but content to enjoy the view for a moment.
They kissed again, her tongue savouring his in her mouth. Her eyes opened and locked on his. I recognised only lust.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want your fingers," she replied, pushing her groin towards him.
He teased her clit with his thumb. "Where?"
Her legs parted further. "Inside me... Please."
He granted her wish with a quick, breathtaking swoop to her opening. Back and forth he fucked her with his fingers. Her hole accepted each and every additional digit until he was pounding her with all four. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock. I masturbated to the sight. They both noticed, but neither mentioned a word. When her eyes strayed to my erection once too often, he withdrew his fingers and one by one forced her to suck her juices off them. She placed her hand on his, the wedding ring he had given her sparkling, and guided him back to her pussy.
