Peter kept eating Anna's pussy for a long while. His brain tried to process everything that had happened, but he couldn't think straight as he savored the fuck juices on his tongue.
Anna moaned with her eyes closed, lost in a confused trance. She looked tired and not like herself. Her body glistened in the warm light and her tits trembled with post-sex exhaustion. It was obvious she had never experienced such an intense fuck. She sat on the bed and helped Peter remove his wet clothes, and they lay naked on the sweaty bed which smelled of Bob's nut sack. Peter held her gently in his arms as she rested her face on his chest, and they fell asleep.
As he plunged into a feverish sleep, he dreamed he was falling into a pool over and over again. He swam and tried to get out, but his body felt heavier and heavier. Bob powerfucked his wife on the lounge chair, pounding her from behind as her tits bounced vulgarly, creating a dirty sound of primal sex. "Everyone will hear them," he thought. "They will hear them and everyone will know". He swam faster and tried to breathe, but Bob's deep laughter echoed louder and louder as Peter drowned in shame.
Then he saw them wrestle on a master bed and realized it was in their bedroom. Bob tickled Anna's pussy and prompted her to laugh and squeeze his cock. He grabbed her tits and sucked on them like a hungry bear. The bed squeaked vulgarly as Bob plowed Anna on top of her, until the sound became unbearably loud. The bed gave up under their weight and crashed on the floor, but Bob kept banging and fucking for hours, as Peter desperately tried to close the curtains and hide their sweaty sex.
He woke up abruptly and felt his dick throb against Anna's thigh. He caressed her hair and tried to recollect what had happened, but his mind was slightly fuzzy. He knew that a man had fucked his wife and he somehow just sat there and watched. He felt a strange taste in his mouth and noticed a masculine scent in the air he wasn't sure where it came from.
Peter noticed the morning felt infinite and static. Anna woke up sometime later. She yawned slowly and rubbed her forehead.
"Peter, I'm sorry..." she whispered and hugged him. Her warm breasts pressed against his torso.
They used the bathroom and silently dressed up. Peter's clothes looked a little rough, but they were presentable enough. They left the hotel room and went downstairs to eat breakfast.
The restaurant was empty and Peter guided her to a table near a glass wall. The hot sun sparkled on the lounge outside. As they tried to swallow some tea, Anna tried to explain something.
"Bob Harrison is a powerful man... he tried to flirt with me several times... I thought he was just being funny, but now everything makes sense..."
"I have enough money to fuck him up..." mumbled Peter.
"Honey, we can't... he owned my pussy last night... and you swallowed our fuck juices... nobody should know about this..."
Peter gulped. Bob suddenly swaggered into the room and approached them. The bastard had a casual smirk on his face to signal he knew their dirty secret. He wore a white polo shirt that exposed his thick, hairy arms and some khaki shorts. He seemed pretty comfortable for a man who had harassed a married woman in front of her husband.
"Good morning, cupcake," he smiled to Anna. "Morning, hubby," he patted Peter on the shoulder. "May I join you two?"
Bob grabbed a chair and sat down before they could say anything. He spread his arms on the table, stared at Anna's cleavage and then looked at Peter knowingly.
"I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I was under the influence..." Bob stopped and looked around. "Well, let me be honest... I was very high, and I felt more savage than usual. But you two were high as well, right?"
Anna nodded slowly and took another sip. She looked like a shy girl and not the bright and confident woman she usually was.
"But I don't apologize for fucking your wife... what's your name again?" asked Bob.
"Peter..." replied Peter meekly.
"Yeah, whatever... I don't apologize for fucking your wife, buddy. From what I recall, you enjoyed watching," Bob lit a cigarette and blew the smoke slowly. "Anna has a sweet pussy and I want a second round."
"How dare you," said Peter quickly. His dick throbbed uncontrollably inside his pants.
"Don't act tough now," Bob chuckled. "How's it taste, huh?"
"Bob, please..." whispered Anna.
Peter felt his face burn. He tried to stay calm and not make a scene. He knew Anna would hate to feel exposed at that moment. They remained silent for a while.
"Look, you deserve to know the truth," continued Bob calmly. "I've been trying to bed Anna for a long time, and she resisted very well. She must love you a lot. But I also know she loved my special treatment last night. So let's not beat around the bush," he grabbed Anna's delicate hand and caressed her casually. "Come to my room when you're ready, and don't worry... no one needs to know about this."
Bob kissed Anna's hand like a gentleman. Then he stood up and grabbed a card and a pen from his pocket. He placed the card in front of Peter, winked at him and walked out of the restaurant. The business card was white and silver, with "Bob Harrison" written in golden letters. The note said "Room 60".
Peter and Anna looked at each other's faces and tried to read each other's thoughts.
Thirty minutes later, they knocked on the door.
Bob appeared and chuckled warmly. He pulled Anna into the room and French-kissed her loudly, embracing her into his strong arms and groping her ass cheeks through her short dress.
Peter just stood there in shock, admiring how sensual Anna looked against that big, old brute. Her round curves and delicate, peachy skin were elevated by his monstrous proportions. Bob suddenly looked at him impatiently and barked.
"Close the door."
Bob hugged Anna tighter, drowning her in his chest and devouring her neck. She moaned in ecstasy and the sound of her voice made it clear she reluctantly desired to be dominated again. She looked at Peter with a trace of concern in her eyes, but Bob grabbed her chin and shoved his big tongue into her mouth again.
He grabbed her hair gently and threw her on the bed. He moved on top of her and removed her dress and underwear casually. Her pink tits bounced up and down when he slapped them with an open palm. She whimpered and let him squeeze them and suck on her nipples.
"You naughty girl," he provoked and then stood up.
Bob approached Peter with a filthy smirk and whispered in his ear.
"Look, buddy, I know you're a faggot. Thank you for letting me fuck her... well, you don't have a choice, really, but it's nice seeing you accept your place," Bob's deep chuckle made Peter's eardrums vibrate. The man grabbed the back of his neck nonchalantly. "Give in, bitch boy. I want you to act like a total bitch in front of her, do you understand? Give in, buddy. Give in and I may give you a treat. Now kneel."
Something suddenly switched inside Peter's brain and his dick twitched faster. He obeyed.
Bob nodded with a nasty grin and crossed his arms as Peter kneeled down. The man suddenly noticed Peter's throbbing bulge and laughed.
"Look how happy he is," he said to Anna.
The bastard sat by her side and kissed her neck again. Anna looked at Peter with a confused expression, half horny and half surprised.
"Come here, hubby. Come closer," the man commanded.
"Bob, please, be nice to him," Anna pleaded.
"Now, cuck!" shouted Bob.
Peter crawled closer and lowered his head. The shame was hard to bear.
Bob grabbed Anna's hair and kissed her intensely, creating dirty, wet sounds, and then they both looked down at Peter.
"Do you like that, cuck?" asked Bob, slapping Anna's right tit and biting her neck. "Answer me. Do you like how I use your wife?"
"Y-yes..." whispered Peter. His voice sounded pathetic.
"Yes what?" pressed Bob.
"Yes, sir... I like the way you use my wife..."
"Do you hear that, buttercup?" said Bob in Anna's ear. "He likes it. Do you understand? We're all on the same page here."
"Bob..." moaned Anna.
Bob chuckled and removed his shirt, exposing his vulgarly hairy torso. His fat and muscular body created a ridiculous contrast against Anna's feminine frame. He moved one arm behind her and the other arm on top of her and grabbed her pussy. When he started rubbing her lips, they noticed how wet she was.
He mumbled in her ear and made her body spasm by touching her clit.
"Do you like the way I dominate you, huh?"
Anna moaned as an answer. Bob gave her clit a few little slaps.
"Do you like the way I treat him?" he rubbed her clit and observed her face contort in pleasure. "Aw, I know you do, baby..."
Bob snapped his fingers and pointed to his boat shoes.
"Take my shoes off, chump," he commanded.
Peter blinked a few times and slowly grabbed Bob's shoes. The old bastard wiggled his toes when they were out and continued to kiss Anna. Her dainty feet lay on his big thigh. Peter held the big shoes idiotically and felt his face burn again.
Bob rubbed her pussy faster and pierced her with a dirty gaze.
"Now help me remove these. Let's remind your hubby what a real cock looks like..."
Bob removed his shorts and threw them at Peter. His fat schlong jumped out like a monster and changed the energy in the room. Suddenly everything seemed to surround the presence of his vulgar manhood.
"Does that make you wet, buttercup?" he grabbed her hand and encouraged her to stroke his cock, and then rubbed her moist entrance. "My big boy wants to play with your cute pussy again," he released a nasty laugh.
Anna closed her eyes and enjoyed the pussy rubbing. Her soft hands moved faster and faster around Bob's shaft, making his cock throb aggressively. He bit her ear and whispered dirty things to her, making her body spasm and her shiny tits jiggle.
"Make it wet for me, princess," he suggested.
