Back to the club.

Forgot To Tell You, Chapter 8

Synopsis:

Ailin and Noah go back to the club with a singular objective: to meet the man who ignited temptation in both of them to explore what that may bring.

As the night ends, so will Forgot To Tell You.

Disclaimer:

For readers 18+. All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental unless stated otherwise.

Languages:

English | Spanish

Word Count:

14,847

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Chapter 8

Ailin nervously scanned her reflection. Large, almond-shaped eyes stared back at her—reminding her of her mother’s favorite actress from a bygone era.

A simple, classically winged pattern stylized her eyeline—inspiration taken from the same actress. Underneath were curled lashes, lightly enhanced with a black-brown mascara. Above those same doe eyes, her eyebrows were filled with an ash-brown tinted gel.

Surveying the gently applied, thin veil of translucent powder that subtly matted her pale skin for any splotches, Ailin didn’t find any. Her freckles had even managed to find a place to breathe.

Even the rose cream blush-balm she had lightly dabbed on her cheeks looked great.

Satisfied, she finally applied the finishing touch—her favorite, dark burgundy lipstick—and blew herself a kiss when she had finished.

After getting off the phone the previous day, Ailin and Noah had gone shopping, buying jewelry and new clothes for this experience—and she felt like a queen in them.

The stud wrapped earrings were eye-catching, bringing attention to the way her hair was tucked behind her left ear and led down to a slender neck where her beauty marks were perfectly laid out—marking the places where her husband’s kisses were meant to go.

The rest of her body was adorned in silver snakes.

The first two looked exquisite on her arms. A bangle wrapped around her bicep while another ate its own tail around her wrist.

The last one, an anklet, coiled around her skin with three other chains hanging below its tightest coil. Like a pit viper, every step rattled a warning to those who got too close.

Finally, as a jab to her parents she wore the cross necklace they had gotten her for her confirmation. It rested snugly between her breasts—exposed due to the plunging neckline of her Grecian dress.

A dress that Noah had drooled over.

*

“Are you sure about this? And white?” Ailin had asked before walking out of the dressing room.

She had a lot of exposed skin, but it wasn’t just the plunging neckline. It was also the deep arm slits exposing the outside of her breasts and the side of her ribs.

Not to mention the high leg slits that showed off her athletic legs and even offered glimpses of her ample butt with any exaggerated movement.

God forbid there was any wind outside.

“Looks like I’m about to get sacrificed as a virgin in Ancient Greece—” She walked out of the dressing room looking down to make sure she wasn’t exposing herself as she walked—

And froze when she looked up at Noah’s face, breath hitching in her chest.

Seemingly gone was her measured, ever-restrained husband. In his place was a man consumed by lust.

“It’s perfect.” His eyes devoured her. “He won’t be able to resist you.” His voice came out slightly hoarse—making him clear his throat reflexively. “Shit, if we weren’t in public right now…”

Her heart fluttered and she had to work hard to keep the derpy smile off her face. “Hey! Save that for tomorrow.” She retreated back behind the curtains to the dressing room—her hand over her tummy to ease the butterflies.

*

The memory had her trembling with nervous excitement.

Noah’s fantasy was beginning to bleed into her own. She had never wondered what it felt like to be with two men at the same time, but she was imagining it now. How would she even concentrate? On who should she concentrate? What if she concentrated on the wrong person for too long?

What if Noah felt differently about her after it happened—while it was happening?!

…what if he hated her after? What if they divorced?

Estás catastrofizando, she scolded herself.

“Are you ready, baby?” Noah walked into the restroom, buttoning his black dress shirt with just enough left open to show a hint of chest hair.

“You okay?” he asked when he noticed her tremble.

“Siii…just finishing up. You need the mirror?”

“Yeah—let me get in there. You can’t be the only one turning heads tonight.” He planted his lips on her cheek. “Muah.”

“¿O sí, amor? Whose heads are you trying to turn?” There was an edge in her voice as she side eyed his reflection—her tone threatening. “That old bartender? Or one of the pretty dancers?”

“None of them, babe.” He nudged her to the side and grabbed his pomade styling gel. “Just the same one you're going to turn—”

Ailin smacked his arm and gave him a menacing smile.

“Ándale pues, eh. Hurry up before I change my mind.” She turned with a flourish of her dress and walked into their bedroom to put on her heels.

“Yes ma’am.”

Noah stared at her reflection until she disappeared past the doorway. He dipped his fingers into the pomade and spread it on his hands, then rubbed it into his hair.

How excited was Ailin really? Was he forcing her into this?

Or what if she secretly wanted to do this more than he did?

Worse still—

What if she liked it too much? What if Walter was better than him?

Click, click, click—the clicking of heels on the bathroom tile brought Noah back to find Ailin staring at him through the mirror.

“¿Estás bien, amor?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just…excited.” He laughed nervously. “You about ready?”

“¡Sip! Vámonos.”

*

Ailin

Walking into the club made her legs feel heavy like she was wading through water. Her heart pounded hard—but the thum, thum thrum of the loud music drowned it out.

Tunnel vision darkened her sight as the current song ended. Her nerves were firing off, anxiety rising—she started to rub her hands together.

For a moment, she thought of walking out and telling Noah she wasn’t sure about this.

But when the first few notes from the horn section to one of her favorite songs began to play, she was able to breathe in. She closed her eyes and let the music settle over her, waiting for the—

“¡Tu! Con el.”

Opening her eyes, the dark edges receded and her heart gradually calmed. Confidence slowly returned to her as she began to walk straight to the dance floor. Every step, the reaffirming rattle of her anklet reassured her until she was able to finally settle down, feeling the music and her instincts take over.

Sashaying to the middle of it, she danced on her own until after several seconds, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her heart fluttered as she turned.

She tried to hide her disappointment seeing an older man she didn’t recognize. He was unremarkable but for being impeccably dressed and a set of gentle eyes.

“May I?” he asked, a respectful, yet confident smile on his face.

She considered him for a moment before flashing him her own gorgeous smile.

“Of course.” Ailin’s eyes gleamed appreciatively as he placed his hand respectfully high on her waist.

As far as she could tell, he wasn’t there for anything other than to enjoy dancing with beautiful people.

He was good, but not as skilled as the owner of the eyes she could already feel on herself. She gave her back to where she felt Walter’s gaze coming from, depriving him from seeing the pleasure on her beautiful face as she danced.

That was until the older man spun her around and brought her to himself. Together their hips swayed, her muscular butt resting on his thighs, his arms travelling down her outstretched arms as they shimmied together.

His palms touched her naked skin from the crook of her armpit and down her ribs, towards her waist. Not a single time did he attempt to push her boundaries.

Before she knew it, she had spent the last three songs with the man before remembering what she had been there for.

Ailin chanced a look up at Walter. He was standing, watching her with an intensity she hadn’t expected as he leaned against the rail that separated the lifted section from the dance floor. His entire attention was only for her.

There was almost a possessiveness underneath his gaze. He lifted one of his arms and pointed at her, then beckoned her—smiling.

But Ailin laughed, throwing her head back softly into her current dance partner’s chest, shaking her head no.

She watched as Walter’s face went from confident to puzzled amusement.

The older man spun her back around, “boyfriend?” he asked with innocent curiosity.

“Maybe.” She answered coyly, teasing the older man with a mischievous half-smile—her heart thrummed with anxiety.

“Lucky man.”

As the song ended, Ailin gave the older man a hug and a lingering peck on the cheek, “lucky men,” she pointed to her wedding ring.

“Oh.” The man smiled, his thick eyebrows raised with dozens of questions he was too polite to ask.

Extending her hands towards him, the older man took it in his own and kissed it.

“Thank you for the lovely dances, young lady.”

“No, sir. Thank you.” She nodded respectfully.

With that, Ailin walked away from the older man and towards the lifted section where Walter still watched her every move.

“Veniste.” He turned to her and leaned against the railing.

“¿Alguna vez estuvo en duda?” She mirrored him. “You came, too.”

Still amused, he chuckled, “I’m here most nights—the good nights, anyway.”

Ailin looked out onto the dance floor, “what makes the night a good one?”

“When there’s beautiful women.” He took a step towards her.

She didn’t give him any ground, “that must be every night, ¿qué no?”

“Well, there’s beautiful women,” he gestured to the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd. “And then there’s beautiful women,” he looked directly at Ailin, a charming smirk on his face.

She laughed, “qué cursi,” but still, she smiled. “Do lines like that usually work for you?”

“Pues aquí estás, ¿cierto?” The hint of arrogance in his tone was enough to light a spark of annoyance in her.

Ailin closed her mouth, but kept her smile. “I’m not here for me.”

Walter’s expression of self-satisfaction faltered for a second before he recovered, “so, then you’re here for me?”

She raised her eyebrow and laughed almost mockingly, “nop.”

“Then who?” He asked, now he looked out into the crowd. “The old man?” He tilted his head at her most recent dance partner, already having found another woman to dance with.

Ailin laughed, shaking her head.

A little more confused, Walter looked back at her. “Entonces, ¿en serio solo viniste a bailar o pa otra cosa?”

Ailin looked down at her feet, running a hand through her hair, then back at Walter.

“Pues, aquí nos damos cuenta.”

“What if we go somewhere quieter to talk?” he asked, extending his hand.

*

Noah

Noah had walked in a minute or so after Ailin and had found Walter already watching her. The Dominican man was completely enthralled by her, Noah had guessed as much already but the intensity behind Walter’s eyes was something Noah hadn’t anticipated.

At the bar, Noah found the same older bartender as last time—it’s like she had remained frozen in time. Wearing a similarly low cut top to show off for tips from leering men and her hair still tied back messily, she was just about finished pouring a beer when she looked up and noticed him.

“Hey handsome, you’re back!” She gave him her attention immediately after handing the frothy beer to a customer whose eyes never left her chest, shooing him away with her hand.

Noah smiled politely and pulled out his wallet, “let me get a Manhattan, a shot of tequila, and—” he looked out onto the lifted sections and casually threw his thumb towards Walter, whose gaze was still locked onto the center of the dance floor where Noah guessed Ailin was, “And whatever that gentleman drinks. Regular here, right? Walter?”

The bartender’s eyes shifted, letting Noah know she was considering feigning ignorance as to who Walter was. Her vision bounced from Noah to Walter a few times before she finally sighed and settled on Noah.

Shrugging, “whatever you say handsome. An old fashioned brandy, then.”

“Thank you.”

Noah turned around and leaned against the counter of the bar, finding Ailin’s relatively short frame in the crowd. As the people shifted he found her in the middle of the dance floor with an older man. Contrary to when he watched her with Walter, this man kept a respectable distance. His hands never did anything more than show her off, showcasing her beauty and skill. And he was tall enough so that his lower hips were the only thing that made any contact with her backside when they did close the distance.

Noah felt relief, but there was also a tinge of disappointment—smirking to himself and shaking his head in self-disapproval.

It wasn’t until he saw the exchange between Ailin and Walter from across the dance floor that he started to feel angst. The tendrils snaked through him, coiling around his organs and his muscles.

His eyes stayed on Walter, who in turn only watched Ailin. It would be a lie for Noah to say he didn’t feel a little threatened by that attention—he hadn’t perceived a single moment where the dark and handsome man had looked away since they came in.

Looking back at Ailin, Noah noticed something that made his gut tighten further. She was dancing with the older man, but she was dancing for Walter. A sharp pang of jealousy struck his heart at that realization.

The whole point was to get Walter’s attention—that was part of the thrill for Noah—but it still hurt him. Maybe that was part of it, too. He felt his loins stir—a painful arousal deep inside of himself.

Just as the song ended, Ailin thanked the older man, flashing her wedding ring at him. Noah smiled at that. Finally, she walked towards Walter.

“Here you go handsome!” he turned around, the older woman smiled wide at him as she placed the drinks in front of him.

He nodded his thanks and walked towards the lifted section with the three drinks in his hands, carefully avoiding those who had already drank too much or were being careless.

“Pues, aquí nos damos cuenta.” He heard Ailin say.

“What if we go somewhere quieter to talk?” Walter extended his hand to Ailin, waiting for her to take it.

*

Walter

She didn’t—smiling and shaking her head. “That’s not how this is going to go.”

“Sorry I’m a little late, the drinks took a little longer than I thought.” Full glasses thudded against the wooden table.

Walter looked up, alarmed.

“I’m Noah, Ailin’s husband, we haven’t met, officially anyway.” Noah held his hand out to him—the man who was actively pursuing his wife.

Walter had to look up at him, Noah was almost a head taller.

“Ailin, ¿qué pasa aquí?” Walter looked to Ailin, a bit of worry tainting his perfect face.

She put her hand on his arm. “Hablemos solo en inglés.” She nodded to her husband.

Walter held his hands up, the massive blonde man in front of him looked amused. “Look, I didn’t—we never—”

“Did anything? Yeah I know that.” Noah laughed, it was a warm sound that almost made Walter reconsider his rising panic. “This isn’t about that—well, it is. But not in the way you think. Let’s sit and talk.” Noah walked to Ailin’s side and she put her arm around his waist.

They sat down on the longer couch of the three around the table Walter had been at.

Noah patted the couch immediately next to theirs.

“This will be good for you, promise.” Ailin smiled at Walter, trying to disarm him but he remained wary.

“Okay.” He sat awkwardly—legs tense.

“You don’t have to worry, Walter. There won’t be any surprises—we’ll be completely honest.” Noah sunk back into the couch, putting one hand behind his head and the other around Ailin’s shoulders.

She leaned into him, resting her head back on his upper bicep.

“We’re both…interested in you.” Ailin clarified, “well, not individually, but together.”

Walter looked at both their faces, trying to decipher their intentions. When he finally decided they were being genuine, he smiled wide.

“Espera—wait so…you’re not mad?” He asked both of them, but was mostly concerned about Noah.

Noah laughed again and Ailin smirked, shaking her head.

“No, we’re not mad at all. Don’t misunderstand me—while you two danced together the first time…well, I was a little upset. Can’t deny that. But watching her—” Noah looked at Ailin. “Just seeing her enjoying herself. How well you two—well, moved together…”

An incredulous smile worked its way onto Walter’s face, “so, what you are saying? I’m no sure I understand, you want me to dance with your wife…more?” The accent he tried so hard to hide found its way through.

Ailin looked to Noah, waiting for his answer. Walter made a mental note about that detail.

“Well, yeah, she really likes dancing with you, but it’s not just that.” Noah’s face lost the smile he had, his face growing serious as he sat up and leaned in towards Walter. “We’re both interested in a little more than that—well, a lot more, actually.”

“You asked me if I only wanted to dance—the truth is yes. I only wanted to dance again. But Noah and I talked, and we want to explore—together—more than that. You and I, pues—” She smiled, shrugging as if it was obvious. “I kind of like you,” she teased, “and I think you like me, but the question is…” She rubbed Noah’s back softly.

The couple looked at each other, Ailin nodding to Noah again.

He looked back to Walter, leaning in closer and whispering just above the music, “are you interested in more?”

Before Walter could respond, Ailin cut in, “look, we know you’re interested in me. And Noah likes that, so we want to…explore that.”

“You want me to have sex with you wife?” Walter raised an eyebrow at that.

A derpy half smile appeared on Noah’s face as he shook his head. “We,” Noah pointed to both himself and Ailin, “want both you and I,” pointing to Walter and then himself again, “to have sex with my wife.”

Walter caught Ailin’s shudder at his peripherals.

“So you have to be there?” It’s not that he didn’t particularly want Noah there, but there was a question he didn’t want to explicitly ask—whether or not Ailin would want this to happen if Noah wasn’t there.

Ailin shook her head again, giving him the same pitying smile she had when he asked her to go somewhere quieter.

“Walter, you have to understand. The only reason this is happening is because Noah asked for this. I’m not here because of you. You’re just lucky that he chose you. Right place, right time.” Her face softened, her smile more genuine. “I hope you don’t take offense.”

Walter chuckled, they had likely planned this. It wouldn’t be the first couple who shared themselves with him—and they wouldn’t be the last—but there was something else there. They didn’t feel ****—as far as Walter could see. Their marriage didn’t depend on this experience, they just wanted to have it.

Walter respected that, but he also couldn’t help but think there was an underlying naivety. Opening this door to peer inside was one thing, but walking through was something most couples didn’t fully understand. Sex wasn’t just sex most of the time.

No matter how much everyone liked to say that.

But that wasn’t Walter’s place and he didn’t gain anything from warning this gorgeous wife about the consequences of sleeping with him.

“If I say yes, what happens next?” He asked, leaning in.

All the swagger he had shed off for the sake of caution slowly rose back into place.

“Well,” Noah began, “we have a drink, dance a little, then check in at the Post Oak.”

Walter whistled. “The Post Oak? You two are serious!”

“You’ve been there before?” Noah asked, impressed.

Walter smirked, “well, when you do what I do in my spare time, you need to make a good impression.” Relaxing, he put his hands behind his head and leaned back.

Ailin raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the card you gave me? What was it, Don Juan services? Cute name, by the way.”

He responded, “You have no idea.” But he didn’t elaborate.

Both Ailin and Noah looked at each other, their faces equal parts curious intrigue and caution.

“So, are you interested?” Noah asked, getting them back on topic.

Walter looked at both of them. On Ailin’s face he could read superficial disinterest, but beneath that there was curiosity. There was always curiosity on the woman’s face. But Noah’s face was well guarded, all Walter was getting was muted excitement. But that seemed to be intentional.

He shrugged. “Let’s see where the night takes us.”

“Let’s drink to it?” Ailin suggested—her nerves were edging back in and she needed to take that edge off.

Noah lifted his Manhattan, Walter his old fashioned brandy, and Ailin her tequila shot.

“To new experiences.” Ailin offered.

“To trauma.” Noah responded, then the couple shared a look and laughed.

Walter, not wanting to feel left out. “To Noah, because without him I wouldn’t be so lucky.”

With an eye roll from Ailin and a smirk from Noah, they tilted their drinks. Hers went down in a single gulp, while Noah and Walter drank as much as they could from theirs before tapping out.

“Let’s have some fun before we have some fun.” Noah laughed, grabbing Ailin’s hand and leading her to the dance floor.

She beckoned Walter.

He smiled, shaking his head at the situation and then followed.

The rest of the night at the club was a blur for all three. They had danced together, Ailin sandwiched between both men, then Ailin left them both awkwardly dancing while she went to the restroom. Finally, Noah backed away, letting Walter and Ailin dance together before they decided it was time to go.

*

Ailin

The hotel room was like none Ailin had ever seen. The bed was huge, and there was a hot tub and a shower inside of the room.

“No wonder this cost so much…” She looked around in awe, exploring the room.

City lights illuminated Houston just outside of the glass door that led to the balcony. The image of herself between Noah and Walter racked her body with chills. She imagined each of those lights were eyes watching, judging them.

Judging her.

Movement behind her reflection on the window brought her out of her anxious mind. Noah was whispering to Walter, Walter nodding.

There was a tremble in her hands, her nerves were getting to her. She was wondering what Noah had said, when Walter abruptly left the room.

She turned to find Noah walking up behind her, his hands finding hers to provide comfort.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked as gently as he could.

Her golden brown, just a few shades shy of amber, eyes looked into his. She was searching for anything other than enthusiasm. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she had to ask.

“Are you sure?” She swallowed. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Noah smiled despite the flicker of concern that creased his forehead. “Of course—I mean, I do want this. Do you?”

“I just—this isn’t something we can take back. Once it happens, that’s it. I—” Her words caught in her throat and she looked over her shoulder out the window. “I’m just not sure what tomorrow is going to look like. What we’ll think about each other.” Looking back at him. “What we’ll feel…about each other.”

“I love you. I love you today, I love you tomorrow. Whether we decide to do this or not. If you decide to do this or not, I love you.”

Ailin didn’t think this addressed her concerns, but her nerves steadied nonetheless. It was reassuring to hear him say that without any hesitation whatsoever.

“If you don’t want this, we can leave now.” Noah cupped her cheek and she leaned into his hand.

Instead of responding, her right hand ascended to the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss.

Her full lips found his. Neither moved at first, they just savored the sensation of being so close for a moment. Then Noah shifted, his hands sliding from her arms to her back, pulling her closer.

Their lips parted allowing their tongues to graze against each other and against their lips. Tentative to push too hard, to take it too fast. Her hands slid down from his broad shoulders down towards his chest.

Usually, she was eager to get him out of his clothes, but today her fingers trembled as they slowly undid his buttons.

Noah turned them both around, leading her back towards the bed. But before she could feel the bed against the back of her legs, she felt a warm body press against her back instead.

Never having realized that Walter had returned, Ailin gasped when she felt his hands on her sides—against her bare skin. Hot breath that smelled of citrus and menthol against the back of her neck made goosebumps rise on her skin.

When she stiffened, Noah intensified his kiss—his hands skipping over Walter’s and landing on her hips, sliding between the lateral leg slits. His thick fingers dug in and she moaned into his mouth.

“Oh.” She broke the kiss when she felt another mouth on her body.

Walter grazed his lips against her left shoulder, then she felt Noah do the same to her right. They made their way to her neck, their tongues leaving a trail of lust.

How both of them licked and consequently kissed her felt so distinct. Noah was tender, yet firm. His tongue glided along her skin with familiarity, but there was still a tremble to it from his excitement.

Walter on the other hand was overconfident, bold. His tongue wide as if his goal was to taste as much of her as he could in a single lick. He wasn’t going to waste this night in case there wasn’t going to be another.

The sensations made her nerves fire off and her core rapidly heat up. Her mind stopped trying to keep track of which man was doing what. She felt a hand on each breast under her dress, one simply cupped her while the other teased her nipple. Another hand drifted down her back and dug her maxi dress into her butt, fingers inching toward her sex.

“Dios—” she inhaled the word through clenched teeth as if it was life itself.

Noah slipped his side of the dress over her shoulder. Ailin felt the dress clinging onto her breast, threatening to expose her.

“Don’t stop.” Noah’s voice was a whisper in her ear, his breath heating her more.

Then she felt a shift in Noah—his hand on her hips turned her towards Walter.

She looked up at Noah with wary eyes. Her body wanted this, her mind wanted this, but her insecurities around the situation still terrified her.

Again her mind warned her—once they went through with this, there was no going back.

This was irreversible—the permanence of the choice to go through with this scared her more than anything. Could she live with that? Would she regret it?

How about Noah?

And yet, he smiled at her. It was the gentle, loving smile he gave her every morning they were able to wake up together. The same smile he had when he first saw her after a long day at work. It was the same smile he had when he first realized he loved her.

He was sure about this.

He trusted them.

He trusted her.

Feeling that reassurance, Ailin allowed herself to be turned towards this enticing, intoxicatingly seductive man. A man who she would have never allowed to touch her outside of the dance floor—before tonight. Those same dark chocolate eyes she had been so weary of looked at her now. There was the light of triumph within them.

It was something that would have upset her before. Instead, realizing the inevitability of this moment now that it was here, made her feel hot.

She felt herself getting wet. That feeling of triumph he had was justified.

Hearing Noah recede, she made to turn to look at him, but Walter caught her chin in his strong hand, closing the distance between them.

*

Noah

Noah backed up until he felt the seat of the cushioned chair against his calves. Without taking his eyes off his wife and Walter, he watched Walter’s hand ascend to her face. That brought her attention from Noah to Walter. Fireworks burst at the edges of Noah’s vision as he watched their lips draw closer and closer until it was inevitable they would touch.

What was probably less than a second or two felt like Noah’s entire life—the pressure building inside his mind until finally it happened.

They were turned just enough for Noah to see the hesitation in Ailin’s lips edge away at Walter’s impending contact with his own. Walter stopped just short—if this was going to happen, Ailin would have to be the one to take that last step.

Noah was unsure if she would—there was an excited fear on her face that let him know she was weighing their entire lives against this one night inside of her mind. It seemed like she drew back millimeter by millimeter until—

A glimpse of resolve—and she closed the distance.

The pressure inside of Noah’s mind felt like it burst out of every pore. He slumped back into the comfortable chair, the building jealousy replaced with an aroused relief. Ailin had done it…and more importantly, it hadn’t broken either of them when she did.

Keeping his hands away from his pants, Noah just watched for now. He wanted to enjoy the entirety of the night.

*

Walter | Ailin

Ailin and Walter’s lips were tentative. His stemmed from respect for the situation—he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Hers was from a mixture of curiosity and genuine concern. But still, she persisted.

Her dark burgundy tinted lips parted for Walter’s tongue and he explored her mouth. There was a slight hollowing of her cheeks as she suckled on it.

Her hands were on his shoulders, unsure of whether or not she could or should touch him more than she already was—she didn’t want to seem overeager. But Walter had no such reservation.

His hands caressed from her face down to her neck where he hesitated. There was a deep need within him to let his fingers close around it. The desire to lead her with dominance—to show her his strength—clashed with the fragility of the situation and her vulnerability. He didn’t want to push so hard so early.

But he would soon.

Instead, his hand traveled down to her shoulder—the one that held up her dress. It felt so flimsy, so thin in his fingers. With a slight flick of his hand, it slid down her arm.

Without allowing her lips a moment of respite, both of his hands gently gripped Ailin’s and brought them down to her sides, allowing the silky straps to continue their descent down her body.

There she stood, her chest exposed and her most intimate parts only hidden by the thin strip of her thong.

*

The entire time, her head had been alight with shock. Initially, it was Walter’s lips on hers and realizing how much she was enjoying that feeling—so much so she had even suckled on his tongue.

But most of all she was shocked at how wet she had become.

The sweet smell of citrus and menthol almost seemed to lull her into it—it was so easy if she didn’t think about it.

But she couldn’t do that. Every decision was hers, and would be hers to make on what she would allow herself to do. She had to be conscious of her actions every step of the way.

She wondered how far she would go…and if Noah would enjoy it.

It wasn’t until Walter brought her clinging dress and her arms completely down that she allowed herself to open her eyes.

Walter was smiling at her, admiring her. She looked at Noah. An **** focus she had never seen stared back at her—as if taking his eyes off them for a single moment would ruin the experience.

He didn’t want to miss a thing.

Then the cold hit her, she was just now aware of the fancy ceiling fan steadily spinning above them. She felt her nipples harden for a moment before Walter’s hands cupped her breasts, returning warmth to her. His fingers traced circles along her areolas, staying just shy of her nipples.

A ripple of chills flooded her body and she shivered, shaking her head.

“Oh.” She swallowed, wondering if this is what Noah had whispered to Walter—what the best way to turn her on was.

Suddenly, she was spinning around. Her hands landed on the bed. Now bent over, she looked back in time to see Walter grab the waistband of her thong and pull down unceremoniously. Exposing her wet labia to the gentle breeze in the room.

Before she could even guess as to what he would do next, he shoved his clean shaven face into her ass—making her yelp.

And then mewl.

“Oh! Oh fuck! That feelsss…” She shuddered when his tongue parted her labia and his fingers gripped her wide hips so she wouldn’t move away.

Several emotions clashed in her mind. Half stemmed from how beyond aroused she was, and the other half was from how worried that made her.

Very aware of her audience, she chanced a look over at Noah. Part of her thought maybe she would see anger or regret, now that another man was lapping her up like only he should. But instead, she saw Noah sitting back with that same intense stare—his hand squeezing his cock through his pants.

If there had been any doubt in her mind left about how Noah felt, it was dissipated with that look. It spurred her forward.

Her eyes traced his length, wishing it was in front of her now. Her body shook and her eyes glazed from the constant attack on her pussy from the man behind her while she desired her husband.

The thought that Noah was there, looking at her—having the ability to stop this in one way or another, but not doing so because he enjoyed it…enjoyed her being intimate with another man—enjoyed watching her with another man—was having an effect on her.

Walter’s mouth hadn’t been better than Noah’s so far. And yet—

Her core warmed up fast—faster than it usually did with Noah. The situation was too much, too erotic for her mind to try and suppress. Her eyes gradually rolled back.

The combination of how wrong it felt—how right it felt—the tongue inside her and his fingers working her clit…the eyes on her and who they belonged to—

It fueled the orgasm that made her squeal and fall forward, legs weak. She buried her face in the bed to suppress her loud moans.

“¡Oh, Diosito, por favor! GOD!” She tried to crawl forward when Walter didn’t stop. “¡Para! Wa—AAL—” She cried into the pillow as the intensity grew. “HIJO DE–”

Words became unintelligible moans as she was trapped—her legs were hanging off the bed and spread by Walter’s face while his grip on her cheeks locked her in place, his tongue anchoring him inside her. In vain, she tried to push herself off or pull herself forward.

Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Walter relented.

But only a moment before she felt his tongue glide from her clit all the way over to her asshole and back down again, eliciting a shuddering cry from her. Her stomach muscles rapidly tightened and released as the waves spread from her core to the rest of her body.

“¡Ya!” Ailin keened. “¡No más!”

Her legs clenched hard, forcing Walter to back off.

With a cocky chuckle— “You like that?” He slapped her ass, enjoying how it jiggled.

Ailin pushed herself off the bed, her legs wobbly but stronger now that Walter had stopped.

Even after that strong orgasm, Noah was still the first thing on her mind—he had been the only thing she had even been able to think of outside of immense pleasure. She looked over to him—his pants were undone, but still his cock escaped her sight. Disappointed, she frowned.

Even as a spectator, he teased her.

When he noticed the look on her face and where she was looking, he smirked. That drove her wild and she groaned—she would tease him back.

When she turned toward Walter he had already stripped his shirt, leaving only his suspenders on. She admired his body—it wasn’t crazy muscular or broad like Noah’s—instead, every part of Walter she could see was toned. Sculpted for a sleek presentation.

There was an ineffable confidence, a strong sense of pride that Ailin saw on Walter’s face when she was finally able to look up.

But Ailin preferred a strongman’s frame like Noah’s. She needed to push Noah more—she needed to see how turned on he was for her.

Walter opened his mouth to say something, but Ailin never found out what that was going to be—probably some cocky projection about her appreciating his body—because her lips crashed into his and she aggressively pivoted them both until his back was to the bed. Before she could think about what she was doing, instinctual desire took over and her hands went to his shoulders, making sure to dig her nails into his skin as she bit his bottom lip.

Then she grabbed his suspenders, desperately pulling them off. Without wasting a moment, she undid his pants.

She kissed down his neck, over his chest—her tongue leaving a trail wherever it touched. She felt Walter’s confident hands running through her hair. They either gripped her hair roughly when he wanted her to linger or they pushed her head down to continue her descent.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Noah trying to restrain himself.

But the feverish intensity in his eyes belied that restraint. She could tell he wanted to grab his cock and stroke it right then, but he fought the urge. Ailin would make sure to break that restraint.

If she was going to let herself go, Noah would have to, too.

Finally, she reached the waistband of Walter’s pants, the base of his cock already peeking out. Her lips dragged down his waist and over the mound leading to his cock—and then stopped.

She looked up to see Walter’s face—there was an impatience she hadn’t seen before. But they were going to go as slow as she wanted to. That was the unspoken deal between them.

Looking back down at his waiting cock painfully held down by his pants, she let her lips hover right over it, letting only her breath touch it—teasing both men. Finally giving them all what they wanted, she pulled his pants down—moving her head back just enough to not be smacked by it.

Even though his cock stood proud, bigger than most men, it was still smaller than Noah’s. But that wasn’t what made it stand out to Ailin—it was a mixture of who it was attached to and how it contrasted with her own skin. Her hands just underneath, resting on his thighs, she could see that stark contrast of her creamy porcelain against the dark mocha of him and his cock.

It bobbed up and down in anticipation and she felt drawn to it. His musk was intoxicating. Again, it was different from Noah’s. It was a smell she was liking almost as much. She inhaled, drawing closer and spreading her lips.

Looking up at Walter just before her lips made contact with his crown, she pushed him back onto the bed.

Groaning a “¿Qué?” Walter stared, confused.

Ailin giggled and shook her head. “Todavía no.” She wasn’t giving in just yet.

Her face flushed and her hair partially disheveled from the hands that had run through it and gripped it tightly, she rubbed Walter’s thighs.

Looking from the undressed man in front of her—waiting with his cock painfully hard for her attention—then towards Noah, Ailin still looked undecided.

She was **** at that moment. Completely nude, chest rising and falling quickly from arousal, both sets of lips puffy.

Noah could see her desire clashing with her hesitation. Hesitation because they both could plainly see just how much she wanted this now.

Her sweet golden brown eyes lingered on him, as if to ask ‘are you sure? last chance to back out.’

Holding back the eager affirmation he wanted to shout out, Noah simply nodded, his gaze never breaking contact with hers. After the last few minutes of watching his wife come from another man’s tongue and her aggressive response, Noah needed to see this through.

With that, Ailin let herself go and stood up. Leaning over Walter, letting her nipples drag over his chest until her lips found his, she kissed him. This time she kissed him like she would her lover, not a stranger.

Both Noah and Walter groaned when she finally wrapped both of her slender hands around Walter’s cock.

Tendrils of jealous arousal, now intimately familiar to him, ripped Noah’s breath away. But there was no panic this time.

Instead, he let the feeling flow through him. Goosebumps travelled along his body as he watched his wife, Ailin, stroke another man’s cock in front of him. It was a painful mixture of absolute pain and pleasure, a mixture as addicting as the worst **** he had ever confiscated.

Unconsciously, Noah’s breath followed each stroke. His heart soon joined, beating faster and faster. Noah couldn’t take his eyes off her hands gripping, stroking the dark cock—

Until Walter grabbed Ailin’s wrists and broke their kiss.

“Usa tu boca.”

It took a considerable amount of willpower for Ailin to consider Noah’s language barrier at that moment.

“In English—say it again.” Ailin purred, looking at Noah—her eyes were lustily hazed over.

Walter looked at Noah, too, a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a smile that made Noah’s jealousy spike inside his stomach. Then Walter looked back at Ailin and grabbed a fistful of her hair, roughly pulling her until their lips were only millimeters apart.

“I want you to put my dick in your mouth.”

He sat up and brought Ailin to her knees, letting go of her hair.

He flexed his cock, waiting for her. There was no more stalling—no more teasing. Heart pounding, she reached up—

“No hands—just your mouth.” Walter’s cocky smirk lit a fire in the pit of her stomach.

But there would be no objection from her or even her husband. They were far too gone in their own lust for that.

Submissively, she nodded, blushing as she leaned forward onto his thighs, her hands resting on his hips. Her face hovered over his cock, her mouth salivating. With a final sidelong glance into Noah’s eyes, she wrapped her lips around the head of the cock in front of her.

Noah’s breath hitched in his chest. He gripped the armrests of the chair in his strong hands and squeezed. He was harder than he’d ever been before.

Ailin closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose. When she opened her eyes again, she found Walter’s intense gaze locked onto her. She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, accompanied by a hint of light-headedness as she thought about what she was doing.

Another man’s cock was in her mouth as Noah watched. Noah who wanted to see her doing this—who thought she was the sexiest woman alive—no, he needed to see her doing this. She rolled her eyes as her thoughts brought her an unexpected pleasure.

Her tongue swirled around the head of Walter’s cock, savoring it. She could hear the sharp intake of breath to the right of the room. But she wasn’t going to be distracted—at least not right now.

Ailin couldn’t deny that now that it was happening, she was really liking it. The act of being intimate with another man—one of the sexiest men she had seen now that she was letting herself admit it—in front of her husband and that he wanted it to happen. She moaned with a mouth full of cock and slowly bobbed her head.

“Se ve—you look amazing with my cock in your mouth.” Walter ran his hand through her hair, getting a good grip again. “Noah, tell her she looks good with my cock in her mouth.”

Walter didn’t bother looking at her husband—his eyes were still locked onto Ailin’s.

Noah’s face felt hot with jealousy, but below that was a deep, unsettling arousal. Watching the object of his every attraction and desire with another man—in her mouth no less—he couldn’t disagree.

“Fuck, baby. You do. You look so fucking hot right now.”

Finally releasing his cock from his pants, he slowly stroked it—his knuckles whitening showed how hard he was gripping himself.

Ailin moaned, hearing Noah’s praise and redoubled her efforts, taking Walter deeper into her mouth. Noticing the movement in the corner of her eye, she turned to see Noah stroking his cock.

It looked magnificent to her.

Despite their current situation and how much she was enjoying it, no cock could match Noah’s. At least none she had seen, yet. He would always have the best cock Ailin had ever seen.

Walter followed her gaze and he had to hide his surprise. Every husband and boyfriend he had cucked before, or those who had shared their partners with him, they all had one thing in common. They were usually small, most were no bigger than four or five inches and usually very thin.

But not Noah. He was bigger than he was. Walter was impressed.

Ailin licked the underside of Walter’s cock from base to crown as she looked at Noah, who increased his pace.

Walter felt the need to take back control of the situation.

“Lick my balls, rubia.” Walter gripped her hair and pushed her down.

Not taking her lips off his cock, she dragged her salivated lips down his shaft until she finally reached the base and looked back at Walter.

“You taste—mmm…” she moaned, giving each of his balls a wet kiss.

Stroking his cock, she opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, doing her best to gently suck and lick it. She did the same with the other.

“Lick everything.”

Before she could protest, he pushed her face down, her hair trapped in his grip, as he lifted his legs and **** her mouth onto his asshole.

When he didn’t immediately feel her tongue on his asshole, he used his grip on her hair to rub her face against himself until finally she relented.

Noah watched intently, surely she wouldn’t—

Schlip.

“You nasty vaina!” Walter threw his head back, groaning.

“Mch, mch, luuuhm.” Ailin tongue-kissed his asshole, then licked back up to his balls and worked her way up his shaft until again she had his head between her lips.

She had only been there for a few seconds, but Noah couldn’t believe it, his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest.

He wasn’t prepared for that…or for what Walter would do next.

Walter suddenly stood, keeping his cock in her mouth and forcing it to breach her throat, making her gag. He reached over her flexing back to slap her substantial ass. He watched it ripple. It brought him so much mental pleasure to see that.

“Qué gran culo, rubia.” He slapped both hands onto her big cheeks, grabbing and pulling her forward until her lips were at the base of his cock.

Every time Ailin gagged with Walter still lodged in her throat, Noah’s cock jumped. This is what he had wanted, to watch her be dominated and ravished by someone else how she had been asking him to do. He had to stop stroking—not wanting to spend himself before he could join.

Ailin was overwhelmed, the sudden rough treatment from Walter had surprised her, but it was also making her arousal reach new heights. While another man’s cock was in her throat, while his hands were on her ass, she had the realization she liked this too much.

But the fingers that found her pussy quickly sent that thought to the back of her mind.

“Grrggh!” she moaned, legs trembling.

He couldn’t help himself— “Te voy a hacer mi puta.” Walter’s other hand reached down to feel her tits before he grabbed her hair again to pull her off his cock and then kiss her wet face. “I’m not going to cum in your throat—maybe next time.” He winked. “I need to fuck you first.”

Pulling her up by her armpits, he laid back onto the bed.

“Show me how you ride your husband.” He looked over at Noah and winked.

Ailin stumbled, her hair disheveled.

Through lidded eyes, she watched Walter lay back on the bed. His cock stood straight up, proud. She felt drawn to it.

Before she followed him and climbed on to join him, she looked over at Noah. There was a sheen of sweat over his skin. His breath was short. A white-knuckled fist closed around the base of his length and precum leaked from his tip. She licked her lips, smiling.

That was the reaction she wanted.

Their eyes met—an entire conversation was had at that moment.

And then it was over and Noah watched as Ailin climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Walter.

She straddled him and leaned forward, kissing him. Breaking their kiss, she reached between them, grabbing his cock and placing the tip at her entrance.

As she lowered herself, she groaned, stretched. Walter reached up and pulled her face down to him. She felt his hot breath on her skin and she bit her lip.

“En cuanto nos conocimos, esto siempre iba a pasar.” This moment was inevitable since they had met, and they both knew it.

Ailin wanted to roll her eyes, but here she was above him, his cock about to—

Walter grabbed her by the hips and **** her down quicker than she had planned.

“¡Ach!” she hissed—sitting atop him frozen as she felt her breath leave her momentarily.

Pain pulsed inside her when she tried to suck the air back in through gritted teeth, trying not to move. But he wasn’t going to let her get used to him.

With his hands still on her hips, he ground her into himself. After having his fingers sinking into her wide hips earlier, he had been anticipating doing it again. The softness of her skin, the ripple of her muscles as she was **** to ride her pain into pleasure. It culminated in her clenching him inside herself.

She struggled between the sudden expansion inside of her and the mental pleasure being treated roughly gave her. Despite how wet she had been, and how Noah was thicker than Walter, Ailin still felt fuller.

Maybe it was her mind that felt fuller than it had ever been. Overwhelmed and **** for a man she shouldn’t want. A man she shouldn’t have noticed to begin with, who was now taking from her husband what their vows had promised would remain sacred and exclusive to only him.

The gradual blur from pain to pleasure drove her crazy. How the downward curve of his cock rubbed against her walls as he stretched her—it gave her a burning sensation that caused her core to tingle.

She clenched her eyes to squeeze out the stubborn tears she felt trapped. They weren’t just from the previous pain, but more so because of the realization of how much she was enjoying this.

Her head began to turn to look at Noah, but Walter stopped her. Grabbing her chin roughly and pulling her down.

“Look at me.” He smiled a devil’s smile. “He’ll get his turn. Right now, you’re mine.”

“Fucker…” she hissed under her breath, leaning in to kiss him.

Noah had nearly stood up when he saw Ailin’s reaction to Walter forcing himself inside her so suddenly and now as Walter had grabbed her chin to keep her from looking his way…but isn’t this what he had asked for? What he knew Ailin wanted?

While Noah could go only so far, the tenderness and love he felt for his wife stopping him, Walter had no qualms about it.

And this was exactly what Noah wanted. He wanted to see his wife taken from him—if only for a few deliciously painful moments at a time.

Ailin was Noah’s wife, the love of his life. His relationship with her would be reshaped depending on what they did together in the bedroom, especially how he treated her. But to Walter—

Noah hated to think it, but—

To Walter, she could be just another woman he fucked. He didn’t have to worry about their relationship changing tomorrow because they didn’t have one. He could treat her how she needed to be treated, the way she wanted to be treated without the reservations Noah had. And nothing would develop between them.

At least, that’s what Noah believed, it was what he needed to believe in order to follow through on this fantasy.

“She’s not fragile, she likes it rough—she loves it—” Noah had whispered to Walter while Ailin looked around the room. “But don’t take it too far.”

And the charming bull was doing just that now—giving her what she needed. What Noah knew he couldn’t give her, how he couldn’t treat her.

Ailin broke the kiss and sat up, closing her eyes and placing her hands on her lover’s chest. Sitting atop a man like this felt weird, she was used to running her fingers through Noah’s chest hair—she loved that feeling. But Walter was completely bare, hairless. Groomed.

Ailin shivered. She preferred Noah’s chest hair.

But it was the differences between the two men. All of these differences added to the eroticism, to the taboo aspect of the situation, to the intensity of the experience. There was no closing her eyes and imagining this was Noah under her, inside her. They were far too different.

That was important to her, knowing that those differences existed and subsequently memorizing them. These were two entirely different men that she now had intimate access to.

And there it was—

The entitled feeling of that thought was exactly what she feared. It was a thought she had been trying to avoid the entire time. To think that she could have this whenever she wanted to—this guilt free access to another man—scared her. Or that Noah could ask her to do this again.

Would she be doing this once a year? Once a month? Every week—from one day to the next even—it overwhelmed Ailin to think about that.

Instead, she decided to focus on the moment. Right now she had the raw, uncaring fucking from Walter. Next would be the more tender, strong and heavy love-making from Noah.

The feeling of Walter’s cock moving inside her brought back out of her thoughts.

She shook her head, sending waves through her long, blonde hair. She dug her nails into Walter’s chest, making him cry out.

“¡Coño, rubia!” he growled, but didn’t move to stop her.

Her mind wanted to memorize everything she was feeling—the way his ridges felt exactly where they were, every moment they moved inside of her. How far he would go before pulling himself out—then how far out he’d pull himself before grinding her back down until the lips of her pussy kissed the base of his cock.

“Mira how sexy you looking riding my dick.” Walter looked behind her at the dresser mirror.

Turning her head to look, she could see herself. Her big ass ground roughly on Walter—dimples littered her skin every time she flexed forward, then disappeared when she relaxed back.

He ran his hands up from her hips, to her waist, and up to cup her tits. “These are perfect for my hands.” He squeezed. “Look at them.”

Looking back at Walter, she followed his gaze. Her already dilated pupils grew, every detail and difference exaggerated by her arousal.

“Doesn’t that look just right? My skin and yours—los colores de nuestra piel juntos.”

Golden brown eyes drank in the delicious contrast of their colors enhanced by the harsh hotel room lights. Again she thought of a duvalín—her porcelain skin capped by the pink of her peaks between his chocolate fingers. Then he squeezed, bringing them together until all she could see was her nipples being rolled and pinched by his fingers.

Seeing her cross dangle uselessly between them made her groan.

Involuntarily, she rode him faster, her movements erratically vigorous.

He leaned up as she increased her pace and pulled her left breast towards his mouth to encase her nipple.

She watched with anticipation as his lips closed around her sensitive peak. Anxiously observing the movements under his cheeks as his tongue circled her nipple, tracing the areola around and around—her eyes rolling the same way as the sensation sent shivers up her spine.

She gasped the moment his jaw tensed, immediately feeling his teeth sink in. She threw her head back, her eyes seeing stars as he sucked in hard. Sharp teeth threatened to break skin, but his bite was measured—just enough to make her yelp and feel the subtle stinging pain.

On pure instinct she stopped grinding and instead started to rise and fall on his lap. In this moment, this contact—the cock inside her, the mouth working on her chest, the feelings in her pussy and mind, her incoherent stream of thoughts—that was all that existed.

Their rhythmic breathing interrupted by the hungry slap of her ass on his thighs was hypnotic—entrancing, to know that it was her own body making that sound. But just under that—when all other sounds were nearly drowned out and her breath had turned ragged with arousal—she heard Noah’s own harsh breaths.

That grounded her just enough to keep her from losing herself.

With the thick haze in her mind thinning she looked over at him. His face was red, his mouth open and his lips flared with every exhale. Already his hair was out of its usually perfect slick-back, several strands beginning to catch on the sweat on his forehead.

Her eyes traced down his now bare barreled chest, the sheen of his exertion apparent. His hand choked his cock, both white as he tried to stroke his life out through it. She wanted him to come closer and put that cock to good use, to put her mouth to use.

She wanted to feel that familiar ache in her jaw only he could make her feel—

“O fuck!” she gasped—

Her eyes struggled to maintain eye contact with her husband as she bounced.

But this was something neither Ailin nor Noah wanted to miss—the look on each other's face when their orgasms finally hit while another man was inside her.

Walter could feel her pussy begin to spasm before they all heard her long, drawn out groan. It was a low, throaty sound she failed to hold in.

“¡Vente en mi pinga, rubia! Come for me, mami!”

Her vision blurred, Noah becoming just colors that she struggled to piece together—yet she couldn’t stop herself from fucking herself with Walter’s cock.

“Oh, Diosito—oooooh!” she cried out, her raspy voice making Walter flex inside her. “Oh fuck—eres—god you’re…mmm!”

Noah clenched his eyes, gripping himself hard. Trying to keep from coming just yet—he already knew where his next load was going to go. He could still hear the bed continue to creak even through Ailin’s orgasm.

When he opened his eyes next, the first thing he saw was the lovers embracing each other, locked into another passionate kiss.

Ailin was hungry for Walter, desperately sucking on his lips, his tongue—anything she could in that moment—while her hands travelled the entirety of his upper back before finally slowing down until she was grinding again.

Finally she stopped, completely out of breath. Her skin shimmered like a wet pearl from all the sweat she and Walter shared.

Voice ragged, she praised him, “eres tan bue—soo goood—necesito…I-Walter, I need a break.”

The gentle shake of her body as she lifted her leg off of him made both men salivate.

“Of course, rubia.” He reached up to her face, grabbing her by the chin before she completely got off him. “Pero cuando estemos juntos, soy su moreno, ya no me diga Walter.”

Ailin’s eyes subtly widened at his comment, but she didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure how she felt about calling him that, or how him giving her a modicum of sexual possessiveness over him—given the situation—made her feel. But she wasn’t going to dwell on that just yet, she needed to take a breather. She laid back on the bed, catching her breath.

Walter jolted when her pussy slipped off his cock, her tightness giving him one last teasing tug before letting him flop back onto his lap. Grabbing himself and stroking to maintain his hardness, he looked over at Noah and watched as the husband struggled to maintain his composure.

Noah had closed his eyes again, and was breathing deeply to calm himself down. He had gotten too close to finishing when Ailin had orgasmed. He knew he could go again if it had happened, but sometimes it took longer than he wanted and he didn’t want to risk that—not tonight.

In his mind, Walter already knew that this wasn’t going to be a one time occurrence…Noah was enjoying this way too much.

Walter smirked and laid back, angling himself to look at Ailin.

Admiring the rise and fall of her form with every breath, how her breasts trembled as her heart rate slowed, and they settled onto her chest. He loved how despite how proud they stood when she did, they also inevitably surrendered to gravity when she was on her back.

They lost none of their beauty, none of their size, none of their allure—but they had to yield all the same.

Walter reached over and ran his hand between her breasts, tracing over the cross, letting his fingers linger on it. Inwardly, he smiled. He had seen dozens of crosses like this on the couples he laid with.

He traced down the seam of her chest down to her navel with surprising tenderness, just enough pressure to get her attention.

Ailin opened her eyes and looked down at the dark fingers on their way to her sex and she had that lingering thought again.

It was inevitable.

“Uh—” she gasped when two of his fingers entered between her still sensitive lips, and then— “ach!” she hissed, tightening her stomach as his thumb played with her clit.

Noah opened his eyes and finally stood up. He needed to stand still for a moment as blood returned to his legs. When he finally felt stable, he stepped out of his pants and socks, tossing them aside.

Noah appeared in her field of vision. His face was determined, motivated, and he was heading directly for her. Ailin was breathing hard while she bit the back of her hand to not moan from Walter’s stimulation. She could already feel her vocal chords tiring, making her sound raspier than normal. Her eyes following Noah as he stepped towards the edge of the bed, she looked down, his painfully erect cock bouncing heavily with each step.

Walter turned and was met with a firmness and confidence he had yet to see in Noah. He didn’t seem like just another **** man who’d wanted Walter to fuck his wife. Walter could tell Noah had no doubt in his mind he would be able to successfully reclaim Ailin.

When Noah’s big paw gripped Walter’s shoulder with a polite restraint, he knew to make way for the big man.

Walter was realizing that his intention of claiming Ailin for himself, calling on her whenever he wanted, wasn’t going to be as easy as he was used to. Actually, for the first time in a while, he felt like that intention would remain just that—only intention.

Meanwhile, Ailin shuddered at the thought—the memory—of Noah inside her. Anticipating him, she spread her legs to accommodate his bulky body. She had missed that ache in her hips required to accommodate such a large man—she had missed the all encompassing feeling of being in his arms.

While she had enjoyed the novelty of sex with another man, enjoyed the experience and the mindset it put her in, there was nothing like being so thoroughly filled physically and mentally by the singular person she perpetually desired.

Noah filled the spot between her legs so completely, so abundantly that there was no room for anyone else once he was there. She squirmed underneath him, a wicked smile already forming on her lips as he leaned over her, his strongman-like arms resting on the bed just outside of her shoulders.

“Hola, amorr…” she teased him, rolling her r’s how she knew drove him crazy. “Did you like that?”

Noah’s face was hard, stern—almost emotionless—but he couldn’t hide the lust in his eyes, nor the sweat on his brow and his hard breaths that belied the calm he was trying to convey. He was only able to nod stiffly before leaning in to kiss her.

Ailin felt a thrill course through her body as his lips reached her lips. At the same time his hefty length landed along the length of her labia, coating his underside with her arousal. Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock and ran his head between her lips, before finally bringing him to her entrance.

“Make me forget that.” she whispered.

“You are the best—sexiest woman alive.” Noah breathed into her neck, hungrily kissing it. “I fucking love you.” He bit her.

“¡Te amo-ooo!” She felt him push into her and her arms wrapped around his head—smushing his mouth onto her skin. “¡Te adoro! ¡Te deseo!” She wrapped her legs around him, digging her feels into his butt to push him in further. “T-take me…Noahhh,” she gasped.

Her eyes clenched and they both groaned when he pushed all the way inside of her.

Their bodies melded together, Noah driving her further and further up the bed with every reclaiming thrust.

“Mi-ra-aiii—me. Loo-ook at me, ba-by.” She ran her hands through his hair, pulling it to make him face her.

When he came up, his hair was completely out of place and he had a lust-drunk stare.

“More! Kiss me more.” Ailin’s already tender and reddened lips begged.

He obliged.

Their kiss, their connection, was something else. It was something Walter—forgotten and sitting at the edge of the bed stroking himself—couldn’t hope to match.

But Walter had always loved a challenge.

Noah kept his lips locked onto Ailin’s as he reached for her legs, their tongues dancing for space. Their teeth clinking together every other thrust—but they didn’t care. They were lost in each other.

Gripping the back of her knees in his meaty hands, without untangling their sex, he lifted her legs up. Her ass and heavy hips lifting off the bed until he had her shins an inch from resting on her own shoulders.

Using his leverage and all of his weight, he let himself go inside of her, making her anklet rattle.

Ailin grunted with every limit-pushing thrust. “Uh-uh-uh—AAAHH! FUUCK!”

Her hands uselessly held onto his hips as she had what felt like his entire weight pummel her into the bed. Every bit of space inside of her was taken up by his length.

Walter stood up, stroking himself to the rhythm of the couple’s grunts and moans. Breaking the trance Ailin’s shaking tits had on him, he walked over behind them to watch Noah stretch Ailin. Loving the way she gripped him—her body physically trying to keep Noah from pulling out.

But by far, the best view from this angle was the unobstructed view of her backside. Her perfect ass was on full display, spread and winking for him every time Noah bottomed out.

Sucking his middle finger, Walter made sure to coat it enough to go in as easily as it could—he didn’t know how experienced she was with anal. But he hoped to increase that experience.

He placed his finger at her entrance, feeling her tense up and shiver, but giving her no time to realize what was happening before he was two knuckles deep.

“Oh fuck!” Ailin’s eyes went wide, her mouth opening, and her throat muscles tensing as she threw her head back.

Noah felt pressure on the underside of his cock, Ailin’s already tight hold on him increasing. He looked behind himself, finding Walter smiling, and his finger inside of his wife’s ass.

“That…feel…good…babe?” Noah asked, out of breath as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

But Ailin could only moan her affirmation. Feeling Noah’s thickness fill her pussy, while a thankfully-not-even-nearly-as-thick finger filled her ass. Both pumping into her at the same time, the sensation taking both her breath and voice away.

Her eyes quickly rolled back and a guttural groan thrummed from her throat, her chest heaving while her tummy spasmed. All she could see was a staticky darkness, every sound deafening. The smell of Noah and their sex weakened, and she couldn’t taste the faint remnants of tequila anymore.

The only sense she couldn’t escape in that moment was the sensation of touch—she could feel everything. Her back being pushed into the bed—dragging the fabric along until the corner would inevitably come undone—the softness dampening the pained pleasure in her core. She was enraptured under Noah’s crushing weight pressing down on the underside of her legs, his pelvis pounding into hers. The tightening muscles in her lower back and in her core, both for different reasons, made her grunting breaths exquisitely excruciating.

But most of all, she could feel both Noah and Walter penetrating her at the same time. Walter was matching Noah, overfilling and overflowing her, then taking it all away to leave her feeling empty—not sure if she was relieved or agonized for that empty feeling—only to a moment later overwhelm her again.

What finally pushed her over the edge was Noah’s thick, wet tongue circling her nipples, alternating between each breast.

“Nnh—!” Her orgasm hit hard, tensing her until she couldn’t **** herself to move a muscle. Being continually pounded, all she could do was exhale her release. “Hahh—hahh—hahh…Nah—Nah—Noh—Noah—”

Noah felt the involuntary shake of her legs against himself, her feet trembling unceasingly between them. With the heat inside of her that encompassed his girth, how soaked they both had become where their sexes connected, Noah couldn’t hold back any longer.

It didn’t help that her pussy was doing everything it could to milk him and he had **** but to relent to her.

Despite the intensity of that heavenly rush only achieved in ecstasy, Noah powered through even when the inevitable sensitivity of his sex begged him to stop—until he couldn’t take it any longer. That’s when he finally buried himself in his wife, trying not to crush her beneath his hulking frame.

They both felt the moment Noah came, finally joining her own prolonged orgasm, far harder than he had ever before. It was an encouraging affirmation for both of them knowing they were here with someone else, and still, their strongest orgasm was together.

Slowly coming out of her pleasured paralysis, Ailin reached for Noah’s face. Her vision slowly clearing until she could see his own clenched eyes, face tense. Feeling his body spasm every time he shot inside her. Making him empty himself until exhaustion.

Finally, he let go of Ailin’s legs, letting them fall back onto the bed.

“F-fuuhh…” Noah’s face fell onto her shoulder. “Shit. Ailin—fuck you feel so goo-ood. Fuck.”

Ailin cradled his head against herself, kissing his matted hair. “That was amazing, amor.” —came her shuddering breath.

She could still feel her muscles trembling, her body warm, but she felt light. She smiled and sighed. The warmth inside her made her relax, soon yawning.

“Why don’t we take a break? Despues we can start again.” Walter suggested, going to the restroom.

“Come on, amor. Let’s rest for a little bit.”

Both of them struggled to lift themselves but they did, laying down on the enormous bed. They had the presence of mind to courteously leave a spot for Walter.

Before either of them knew it, they were asleep. The sound of their light snores filling the room.

*

The need to pee made Ailin stir, her consciousness of the world slowly eating away at her sleep. But it wasn’t until her nose picked up the distinct smell of smoky menthol that she finally managed to wake from an intense dream.

In the dream, she was at the club again, dancing with Noah and Walter. Not caring about the stares they received as both men kissed her neck. Noah in front of her and Walter behind her.

So, she wasn’t really sure if she needed to pee or she was just horny.

“Hmmm…” she sighed, opening her eyes.

All of the lights in the room were off. The only source of light coming from the bathroom, spotlighting the cushioned chair Noah had sat in to watch her and Walter.

Chills ran up her spine at the memory, making her clasp her hand over her mouth to prevent the small moaning yawn she felt trying to escape her lips.

She looked around herself. First seeing Noah laying to her left, his top half exposed, completely relaxed. The gentle rise and fall of his chest made her smile.

To her right, the bed was empty. Seemingly never occupied.

Wondering what time it was, she looked for her phone—finding both her and Noah’s phones on the nightstand. The permanently-on screens read 3:50 AM.

That same smoky menthol hit her nose again, bringing back the memory of first tasting Walter’s lips. It made her feel weird, knowing that memory was only from a few hours ago. Her eyes went to the balcony, where she could see a nude Walter leaning over the balcony. Unashamed and unworried about anyone seeing him.

Explaining the smell, the glass door had been left slightly ajar. Ailin sat up, the blanket that had been placed on her falling to her lap. She lightly rolled to her right and off the bed, not wanting to disturb Noah’s deep sleep.

She pondered her nakedness when her reflection was visible to her a few feet from the balcony—seeing her own state of undress made her feel self-conscious knowing there was a man who wasn’t her husband only a few feet away. But it also felt like a moot point, now that she had been intimate with that said man.

Looking around herself, she saw her dress, crumpled where it had been let fall off her. She made to get it.

But did it matter? She paused, her arm frozen mid-extension to pick it up.

Walter had seen her naked already. And they were all supposed to continue the night after a short break…

Making a bold decision, she decided to forego any modesty and walked up to the door. Gently knocking before opening it and crossing that threshold.

Walter looked over his shoulder, his smile returning wide upon seeing the pearlescent body of Ailin, uncovered and in all its glory. Every step she took made her full, womanly curves tremble.

There was no doubt in his mind a small rush of blood was on its way to his cock at that point. It was confirmed only a few moments later, when Ailin stood next to him, her arms crossed over the balustrade. It pushed her breasts together deliciously.

“¿Te gustan o qué?” she teased, sticking her chest out just a bit.

Of course he liked them, what kind of question was that. “Por supuesto que sí.” Walter chuckled, forcing his vision to travel away from that view.

But it naturally fell down, and he licked his lips seeing the curve of her strong, athletic ass and her thick thighs.

Ailin rolled her eyes. “Ach, you’re all the same.”

Walter didn’t disagree. Instead, he chuckled quietly and finally looked up at her face, then drew from his cigarette again.

Exhaling the smoke, he spoke, “That was great. Especially at the end, watching you both—”

Smack.

She hit his arm hard enough to cause him a flicker of pain.

“I can’t believe you did that!” she hissed, remembering those moments.

“What did I do?” Walter smirked but his face conveyed incredulity.

“You—” Forgetting to whisper, she cut herself off and looked back towards Noah.

Seeing him still sleeping, undisturbed, she pinched Walter’s tricep.

“Ow.”

“You put your finger in there!” There was venom in her words that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I thought you liked it, un gran culo como el suyo, there’s no way you don’t already do that.”

“¡Estúpido!” She tried to pinch him again but he moved his arm and laughed quietly. “I don’t do that! You’re lucky Noah was on top of me or else—”

“Or else you wouldn’t have come as hard?” His smile was always so cocky, so confident—so provocative.

It made her blood boil.

“No.” She sounded unconvinced despite herself. “No.” She reaffirmed more convincingly. “I would have slapped you.”

He gave her a self-assured, sidelong glance, taking another drag from his cigarette. “I bet you would have liked that.”

When her eyes widened slightly, he pressed forward. “I bet there’s a lot of things you would have done if Noah wasn’t there.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but that could have been true. It made it hotter that Noah was there, that they were doing it together—it made her feel safe. But it had also made her self-conscious. Being watched the entire time, what had she avoided doing that she would do if Noah hadn’t been there?

But she also had the fundamental understanding that the only reason she was there in the first place was because Noah was. She wouldn’t have been there without him.

“When are we going to do this again?” Walter asked, looking out into the city from their vantage point, high up in the hotel.

Ailin wanted to tell him this was a one time experience—but she didn’t know that. They had crossed a line they couldn’t come back from. There were things they now had confirmed about themselves that they couldn’t just forget or ignore.

But she couldn’t just say they would do this again, either. It was something her and Noah still had to process and then discuss.

“Whenever Noah wants to.” She copped out, not wanting to give a definitive answer or any indication she felt any way about it.

Walter raised an eyebrow at that. “So, you only did this because Noah wanted to? Él manda… ¿o?”

Ailin wasn’t stupid, she knew he was baiting her, but she couldn’t help it.

“No. He’s not in charge—not alone. We did this together.”

“So, you wanted this, too? Usted me escogió a mí, out of all the men you could have.”

“I didn’t choose you—”

“You kept my card.”

Ailin blinked. Then she looked away, an annoyed smile creeping onto her face. Instead of making an excuse like she would have before—

“I did.”

“Why?”

Being able to hear the smile in his voice irritated her. “I don’t know. I just did.”

“Did Noah know?” He prodded.

She looked back at Noah. “I told him about the card, I would have never called you otherwise.” Her attention returned to Walter—he didn’t need to know that only happened days before.

For a moment, Walter’s smile faltered. He realized that this might actually be a one time occurrence. Trying to recover, he at least wanted another opportunity to try and convince her, if only to just have another go before they parted ways.

“Well, you’re here now. Might as well get the most out of this experience then. ¿Qué dice?”

He turned towards her, his cock brushing against her side.

She looked down, his cock hardened for her already. Just the thought of being with her made him horny. Of course being desired felt good, felt addicting. But it was momentary.

There were other things that were permanent, eternal maybe.

She looked in Noah’s direction.

*

Noah woke up, the urge to pee not allowing him to stay in bed.

He stifled a groan, opening his eyes to a dark room. Only the city lights and a white glow from under the bathroom door kept the room from being too dark to see. The space where Ailin should have been next to him was empty. He looked for his phone, finding it alone on the nightstand.

The screen read 3:57 AM.

The undeniable feeling of panic rose from deep inside his stomach as he realized he was alone. He sat up and looked around. Neither Ailin, nor Walter were anywhere to be seen.

Then he heard the bathroom flush and laughter.

The bathroom door opened to reveal a naked Ailin, watching videos on her phone.

She looked up from it to find Noah awake. “Amor, you have to see this! This…evil freaky billy thing? It’s so stupid!” She snorted, then covered her nose—self-conscious wide eyes as she stared at Noah.

The rising panic he had been feeling—what he’d been imagining she was doing when he felt the empty space next to him—that all went away as that surge of negative emotions was replaced by reality.

He laughed, a hearty laugh that sounded a little croaky due to the overwhelming relief that made him want to cry.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” Ailin slapped his arm playfully, sitting next to him on the bed and resting her head on the same spot she’d only just slapped. “You snort sometimes, too, ¿sabes? ¡Yo no te digo nada!” She pouted—albeit unseriously.

“Oh my god.” Noah let out a breath he had been holding inside and relaxed. “I just…” he went quiet.

After a few moments, Ailin looked up at him. “¿Estás bien, amor?” The concern on her face was evident.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m good. I just—where’s Walter?” Noah looked around.

He would have been lying if he still wasn’t a little scared of the answer. What if Walter came out of the bathroom in the next few seconds?

Ailin rolled her eyes—a gentleness shining in them that she didn’t often let out—but she smiled.

“You don’t have to worry. He left.” Ailin laid back in the bed, her feet lifting off the ground to dangle as she stared up at the ceiling—her hand outstretched, reaching for Noah to join her.

And he did.

“I woke up—” She looked at her phone to check the time. “Como eight or nine minutes ago and found him smoking on the balcony.” She snuggled against Noah. “He wanted to continue where we left off.”

Noah’s chest tightened, fearing where this was going. He swallowed, feeling his throat dry. “What did you say?”

There was no hesitation. “I said no. He wanted us to go off, just me and him. Probably to his car o algo. No se. But I told him we came here together—you and me—and the only way we would do anything with him was together. He laughed and said he had to go, something about needing to get back to work.” Her tone was amused. She was sure Walter hadn’t been lying, but his abrupt change from ‘let’s go fuck without Noah’ to ‘I have to go right now’ after she said no had been a bit jarring. It gave her mental whiplash.

She could feel more than hear the sigh from Noah.

“Do you regret what happened?” Not for the first time in the last several hours, Ailin felt uncertain about what they had done—specifically how it would affect them.

But Noah shut that down.

“No! No. Of course not. It sounds silly but…I woke up and didn’t see you—or him…and—”

“And your mind went to the worst possible thing you could think of.” Ailin rolled her eyes again, part of her was annoyed—but part of her understood that thought.

He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess it did.” There was shame in his tone.

“Noah, if we are going to continue this—exploring together—you need to trust that we will do exactly that. Explore together.” She leaned on his chest, staring directly into his eyes. “The only way I want to do this, ever, is with you. And if you don’t want to, I don’t want to. I expect the same from you.”

Noah nodded his head, kissing her forehead.

“I love you, Ailin.”

She kissed his lips. “Te amo, Noah.” After a few moments, she slid off the bed, standing up.

“What do you think if we check out now and go home, amor?” she asked.

Noah smiled. As much as he had enjoyed this, he would prefer to sleep in his own bed. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

*

Walter

Although Walter was disappointed at how the night ended, not even having finished, he felt there was a good chance they would call him again.

That was the nature of exploration—every new experience has to be novel, brand new and hopefully transformative. It needs to raise the stakes. And the young couple had barely scratched the surface of what this lifestyle hid underneath.

And he had to admit, he really hoped they would call eventually. Ailin was steadfast and Walter liked that challenge.

Although, he couldn’t say he was surprised Ailin hadn’t taken him up on his request for them to fuck again. He’d seen how they looked at each other the entire night. How she was only trying to get a rise out of Noah, rather than please Walter.

Still, he chuckled. “Mi madre…” Shaking his head. “Qué rubia tan linda.”

His XM merged onto the 610 heading North when his phone chimed.

Then chimed again.

And again.

“Coño, what the fuck?” He was sure he was getting emails for Dear Don Juan, but he wondered why so many in a row.

The fourth chime was interrupted by a phone call.

“Dile que esta noche tu me va’ ver. ¡Cuéntale!” The ringtone he had for all of the DDJ higher-ups went off.

He answered from the curved touch screen. “¿Aló?”

“Walter, buddy! My guy! Another late night?” Scotty’s midwestern accent came through thick—even though midwesterners tended to think they didn’t have one. “Or is it an early morning?”

“All night, Scott. All night.”

“See, that’s what I like about you, Walter—you’re my favorite, you know that right—you’re an all-night, singularly minded kind of guy.” Scotty paused and Walter could hear what sounded like someone inhaling through their nose very strongly. “Just like myself! That’s why you, me, Taylor, and Rami—Oh shit! And Juan, of course! Can’t fucking forget Juan—we are all going to blow this shit up!”

“Yeah. For sure.” Walter yawned. “What’s up?”

“Ha! Always straight to the point. You know, you’ve never been a small talker, not once. Now Rami? Gosh, we can go on and on…it would help if the accent wasn’t so thick, though, you know?”

Walter would have groaned in annoyance but Scotty was far too valuable to DDJ to ruin their working relationship over something that amounted to just Walter wanting him to get to the point.

Instead, he redirected him. “You sent something to me, right?”

“Right! Right.” There was a noticeable, focused shift in Scotty’s tone now. “Alright, alright. So…feel free to say no—I don’t want to inconvenience you, bud—but!” There was always a but with Scotty. “We have several potential clients reaching out—and I know you are on a sabbatical right now but they’re the real primo kind, ya know—I just sent you a few of them.”

“Sounds good. But am driving, Scott. I’ll look late—”

“Ahh, you’re killing me here! Dzz dzz!” Scotty laughed, cheerfully ignoring Walter’s temporary decline. “Alright bud, absolutely no worries—I’ll just read them to ya!” Scotty wasn’t about to let someone being too busy be an obstacle to the budding company’s bottom line.

Especially not one of its founders.

“Bueno, está bien.” Walter sighed.

“Bu-ey-no indeedo, my amigo!” Scotty’s mouse fired off—no doubt pulling up the clients’ folders. “So, I sent you four. They were ones that very specifically requested either some spicy latin flavor or—” Scotty cleared his throat, his voice a little more serious. “A—uhm…an African-American. Yeah. So…”

Walter rolled his eyes but he listened. Very quickly though, he found himself being filled with intrigue and excitement the more Scotty talked.

This chapter concludes “Forgot To Tell You.”