In the previous part, he and I pulled a blonde, Victoria, and a brunette, Katie, in the hotel bar. We were invited back to their room. Meanwhile my fiancée, playing the role of his wife to the new people we have met, has gone back to another room with another man named David. The last part ended with me gaining an erection, with Katie bent over in front of me.
"Fuck me now!" Katie cried.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back towards me until the head of my cock was nestled at the entrance to her cunt. She was beautifully soaking, shaven and, I knew I was seconds away from discovering, sensual. She pushed herself back as much as possible, her back arched. I hesitated, seeking to enjoy the moment, the thrill, the lust -- the almost forgotten feeling of a woman desiring to be taken and fucked.
"FUCK YES!"
I was inside her, her pussy enveloping more of my cock as I ploughed forward. The feeling of a new pussy to explore was only amplified by the denial -- the cuckolding - I had been forced from another. Katie wasn't my fiancée. She was younger. She was fresh. She was fucking hot.
"Turn her more towards the wall," he suggested.
"Yeah," agreed Victoria, her eyes a frenzy, "I wanna see your cock going in and out of her."
I obliged, almost too willingly. Katie's equal obedience suggested she was up for anything as well. She buried her head on the bed, thrust her hips higher and discovered what it was to be fucked by a man who had been denied a cunt for too long. I slammed into her hard, smacking her cheeks with the palms of my hand. This was the fucking my fiancée had earned. This was the fucking she had spurned. This was the fucking that young Katie would never forget.
Victoria crawled forward on all fours. She neared Katie's midriff, her hands reaching out and stroking her body. He joined her on the bed, her pussy just out of reach of his cock if he remained standing at the side of the bed.
"Oh, I love being fucked!" yelled Katie.
Victoria's hands roamed over Katie's waist, I presumed to her breasts and finally down to her pussy. I felt her fingers caressing my balls, although my rhythm was much too violent to pause for a sensual stroking.
"Let me taste you on his cock," Victoria suggested to Katie.
Katie slumped forward and my cock was achingly released from her snatch.
Victoria didn't hesitate, her tongue lashing every remnant of her friend's pussy from my head. She worshipped every drop which had gathered under the foreskin, leaving no trace untouched.
"There's more," I insisted, pulling the foreskin forward and revealing inches to the base covered in Katie's juice.
Victoria's will was to coat me first in her saliva, then to suck everything right back up. He was still fucking her, although his pace had slackened.
"I wonder if your wife's getting fucked yet," Katie said, completely out of the blue.
He smiled.
I worried and closed my eyes, images of her being held down and used by another man permeating my mind. Stills and video clips lined my synapses. Her being dominated and desiring every shock to her system that would come with the humiliating use of a stranger. I couldn't help but imagine her satisfaction, her lust, her craving, her success at enjoying the attention of the opposite sex.
Victoria started to suck my cock differently. No longer pursuing the taste of a friend. Intently, she was readying me to supply one or both of them with my own juice.
"I hope so," he admitted. "And then she can tell me about it later."
"That is sooooo cool," Katie said.
The sound of Victoria sucking my cock reverberated around the room. Her discipline seemed too perfect, as if she was no longer distracted. I opened my eyes and saw him joining Katie on the bed, his cock no longer inside his blonde slut. He brushed Katie's beautiful brunette hair behind her ear and pulled her towards his groin.
"Is this what you like your wife doing to other men?" she asked, taking his cock in her hand and jerking him gently.
"Yes," he managed, adjusting to the new touch of another.
I grasped Victoria's long, blonde hair in a bunch. She gazed up, half-enabling a smile to escape her lust-fuelled lips. She wasn't dropping my cock from her mouth for nobody. Fuck, she was good. A real antidote for all the humiliation and heartbreak -- if I could even use that word -- my fiancée had put me through. A gentle reminder that I had been the one to open Pandora's box jolted my memory with a mental picture of the first time he had fucked her a few weeks earlier. When I had been ordered to the pub. When all knowledge of what had happened that night had been denied to me. All that I had to go on was his text message, hinting quite clearly that they had experimented with bondage. That he had restrained her. I saw her bent over with her hands bound, cunt and ass exposed only to him and only for him.
"What else?" Katie asked.
"Suck my cock and I'll tell you," he insisted, beckoning her lips to his head.
She engorged him in a second.
He stifled a rare swear word and enjoyed a few pleasing seconds of oral sex from her.
Victoria cupped my balls and, expertly using her tongue, pushed my cock to one side of her mouth. She held it between her teeth and spat out a couple of vital words. "Somebody's close."
I half-grinned, half-worried of the consequences of being the first to explode.
"I love knowing what a slut she is," he began. "I find her such a sexy lady. No one will ever turn me on the way she does. When I think of another man getting to fuck her, my cock gets rock hard."
I wondered if he was putting himself in my shoes. If he was mocking me. Or if he was recalling stories of his own real-life, ex-wife.
Victoria's fingers travelled under my balls and, with one digit, rubbed my anus. I squirmed at first. "Relax," she insisted.
I was in unfamiliar territory, my behind tense.
She gently circled my anus. She smiled and resumed her sucking of my cock.
"I love knowing that she finds joy in the arms of another man, her mouth on the cock of another, her pussy spread wide for him."
My mind was a sea of my fiancée taking a ready supply of new dicks, under his instruction, of Victoria's mouth on my cock, running back and forth at a phenomenal rate, her fingertip slowly probing the entrance to my ass and Katie's delivering a visually stunning blow-job. How I wished I'd had my turn.
"She is a whore and she loves it," he added.
I felt my balls contorting above her wrist, my anus strangely opening to accept more of her finger and finally my cock beginning to spurt in her mouth.
Her eyes lit up, at first causing doubt as to whether the emotion was anger or joy. She raced her lips to the base of my cock and sucked on my entire length.
I couldn't control a word out of my mouth in that moment, nor a motion in my body. I was an assortment of assault and denial. Pushing her back and fucking her mouth. Wanting relief and straining release. More and more of my cum entered her mouth.
"You lucky lad," he remarked. "I thought sure I'd be first."
For thirty seconds she slurped on my cock and rubbed my anus until finally I could receive no more stimulation. I lifted my crack from her finger and flipped over onto my back, a trail of cum and saliva leading my cock to Victoria's mouth. She smiled, mouth closed, and winked. She rolled herself across the bed to his cock, reaching out and pulling it from Katie's mouth. Katie moaned, one of annoyance and not of pleasure. Victoria's free hand found Katie's chin and gently encouraged her towards her. Their lips made contact, gently at first.
"Holy..." he said, as Katie's tongue found Victoria's and they snogged a cocktail of saliva and cum.
Only I and, perhaps more so Victoria, could testify as to how many parts cum and how many saliva. These stunning sluts were insatiable, allowing no trace to go to waste between them. There was a slight dribble from Victoria's lips. Katie quickly caressed it into her breasts.
My hand found my cock. I had came hard and fast, but still I was erect. A pleasing discovery given my earlier anxieties. I noticed Katie's throat gulp first.
"Spoilsport," he said.
He and I laughed.
Victoria stared into her friend's eyes for a couple of seconds. There was an intensity to her glance. Something shared perhaps only by women. Or rather, sluts. Katie's eyes were almost a picture of intimidation. Of threat. Or rather, threatened. She slowly arched back. Victoria pounced, her hands forcing Katie down hard and holding her still. The blonde on brunette attack had commenced.
"No," whispered Katie, shutting her legs.
Victoria held no interest in her pussy and prised open Katie's mouth, licking her lips in circular motions. She spilled the last of my cum from her mouth. Katie appeared to cringe as she accepted the final load.
"Swallow," insisted Victoria, a wholesome, dominant tone in her voice.
He ran his hands up and down Katie's calves. Her eyes were of the submissive. A last, dying air of reluctance pleading for a reprieve.
"Do it now," Victoria added.
Katie closed her eyes and gulped down my cum. His hands strayed further up her legs until they found Victoria's gorgeous, round ass. She deliberately jutted it out towards him. He spanked her and she purred. Katie took a deep breath, licked her lips a little less reluctantly and gently spread her legs. One of his hands strayed to her pussy, alternating between lips and clit. She was smiling again.
He shifted himself between Katie's legs and spread Victoria's lips over her. "I hope you don't mind," he whispered.
