The couple writhed together on the large bed in the non-descript room. Their skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, soft moans emanated from each of them as they moved together. The man moved his hips rhythmically his thick cock sawing in and out of the woman's willing and very eager pussy. Wet fucking noises added to their moans of passion. The room was otherwise quiet. They had been engaged in their frantic yet measured fucking for over two hours, each had cum at least twice so far and they were working towards a third mutual climax. As their passion built towards their finale, their lips locked, tongues wrapped and teased each other. Hands stroking and caressing skin became more urgent as their mutual needs heightened.
Her eyes closed as the sensations inside her increased towards orgasm, she pulled him in closer, holding him tight as her pussy began to spasm round his thrusting cock. The man smiled as he looked down at his conquest, he kept up the pace as his cock rammed in again and again. He wanted to fuck her through this orgasm and into another as he unloaded inside her. She had resisted him going bare inside her until today and he was going to make sure she remembered this fuck. He had already cum in her mouth, again something of a first for her too, he had sprayed her tits too, now he was going to fill her pussy. She bit her lip as she held on to him, his hips moving like a piston as his cock slammed inside her. Her body filled with her own orgasm as she felt him bringing her to another almost simultaneously, her whole body was a mass of sensations.
He slammed inside her and held himself still as his cock exploded spewing stream after stream of thick cum deep inside her soaking wet vagina. She gasped as she felt it, then her eyes wide as she looked at him realising they had taken another step in their intimacy. Her pussy pulsing again out of control as she orgasmed round his cock. He leant over and kissed her, hard and passionately as they both savoured the moment. He collapsed on top of her as they both lay panting sharing the post orgasmic glow. Slowly their breathing returned to something near normal as he rolled off her, his cock sliding from her soaking pussy allowing a slow trickle of warm semen to ooze from her. She felt it but was as yet unable to move, they lay on the bed side by side looking at the ceiling each with their own thoughts. No words were necessary yet.
The man hunched over the small screen watching impassively as the lovers lay back on the hotel bed naked, the machine was recording the scene for his client. He sighed as he watched the end of a marriage in the making.
"As old as I get I still don't get why a woman who has everything wants to fuck her own life up like this. For fucks sake she is one stupid bitch!"
He sat back and tapped a text on his phone, just one word. Slut, he hit send and it was done. He watched the screen for the next act he knew was coming. His instructions were to stay recording until told to stop. He knew the husband of the well fucked woman was going to enter the room any moment now. This was something he had advised him against but he had been assured there would be no violence unless the fucker wanted to dance that is of course in which case he would be defending himself. It was a risk and he knew it but he would have the action recorded and there would be a copy for him if he required it for any reason too.
Promptly, less than a minute later as he watched the screen with the lovers still spread eagled naked on the bed there was a tap on the room door.
The man called out and was answered with a curt "Room service." In response.
He appeared to sigh but got off the bed and wrapped a robe around himself, he tossed the duvet over his lover as she remained laid on the bed. The man watched as he approached the door.
"Showtime!" He thought out loud to himself.
As he opened the door which was just out of shot on the screen he could hear a muffled conversation, but he knew what was being said. His client had given him the gist of it but he was still concerned at his reaction when face to face with the man who had made him a cuckold. He hoped that his associate would be a restraining influence, but he was still nervous. The audio from the room grabbed his attention as he saw the woman suddenly sit up in the bed wrapping the duvet around herself. He could tell from her body language that something was wrong, she was edging across the bed away from the direction on the doorway. Her lover came into view backing slowly towards the bed, as his legs hit the edge of the bed the slumped backwards and sprawled beside his lover who was by now starting to cower and was repeating over and over.
"No, no, no it can't be, no, no please no."
It was then that he saw the gun.
"Shit!" He was too far away to stop whatever it was from happening now, he was glued to the chair, helpless.
"Don't fucking do it man, just don't fucking do it!"
He thought about his associate, where the fuck was he? A feeling of dread filled him at the possibilities.
The action in the hotel room was frozen as he looked on, the conversation was muffled but the woman was now openly crying, the man sat with his arms up in surrender as the client stood before the two of them. He listened in.
"OK bitch! First of all we are done, over, finito, kaput! You understand me?"
"No, no it's not what it looks ..."
"Shut the fuck up unless you want another hole in your fucking face that fuckwad can shove his dick in!"
She cowered, shaking away from him, she had never seen him like this before. Then again how many times had he caught her in bed with another guy before? His eyes bored into hers as she sat wrapped in the hotel duvet.
