Devoted wife

Mark’s legs felt like rubber, his cock softening in shame, his chest heaving as he stood in the corner of the luxurious hotel room. The chair where he’d been spent was empty now, T having pulled herself off him with a sigh of annoyance at his pathetic quick finish. He’d been reduced to nothing but a spectator, his wife riding a stranger’s cock like she’d been made for it.

Emma was still straddling G, impaled on him, her body twitching and shuddering with orgasm after orgasm. His massive hands clamped her hips down and dragged her onto his cock. He was too strong, too big. She wasn’t controlling a damn thing. He was using her body like it was his, and she was lost in it, crying out, drooling, gasping and she loved it.

Mark felt sick with envy, humiliated, yet his cock twitched pathetically, **** for more.

T watched him, eyes sharp, then turned her attention back to Emma. She walked over, grabbed Emma’s tits roughly, and tugged on both nipples at once, twisting and pulling until Emma yelped. Then, with the precision of a conductor, she directed Emma toward the table by the window.

Emma stumbled, still locked around G’s cock. He didn’t even bother pulling out. He just rose to his feet like she weighed nothing, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep. She moaned, overwhelmed, lifted by his hands under her shoulders.

Mark’s jaw clenched as G carried her across the room effortlessly, guided by T holding Emma's nipples, then climbed onto the table, spread her legs wide, stockings pulled taut against her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the light, wet and messy, still dripping from the load Mark had blown inside her far too early.

T leaned back on her elbows, eyes narrowing at Emma. One word left her lips, cold and commanding,

“Clean.”

Emma blinked, chest still rising fast. “Gosh… I’ve never done this before…”

Her voice shook, caught between nerves and hunger.

“Now,” T snapped.

Emma swallowed hard, then lowered her head. Her tongue met T’s pussy tentatively at first, licking around the slick folds, tasting the mix of Mark’s cum and T’s own wetness. She shivered, then moaned, pressing in deeper, her tongue pushing inside while her nose rubbed against T’s clit.

G never pulled out. He just stood there, his cock still buried inside Emma’s cunt as she bent forward, eating another woman’s pussy while he slowly rocked his hips. Every thrust made Emma whimper against T, her tongue flicking faster, her lips sucking harder.

Mark gripped the wall, his nails scratching at the paint. He couldn’t believe what he was watching. His wife, his Emma, devouring another woman while still full of another man’s cock. Her moans vibrated against T’s pussy, her ass grinding back against G’s stomach as he used her like a toy.

T’s hand gripped the back of Emma’s head, forcing her deeper, grinding her own pussy against Emma’s mouth. “That’s it. Clean every drop.”

Emma’s whimpers grew louder, muffled by T’s cunt, her body jerking as another orgasm ripped through her from G’s relentless thrusts. She was being fucked and used in both directions, overwhelmed, lost.

Finally T let out a sharp cry, back arching, thighs clamping tight around Emma’s head. She shuddered, then released her grip, shoving Emma back roughly.

T slid off the table, her chest heaving, sweat dripping between her tits, Like there was a silent command between them G pulled out of Emma and she sagged missing her new friend.

Emma looked like her legs would buckle under her when T grabbed her by the hair, dragging her down to her knees beside her.

“Now,” she said, voice low but lethal, “show respect.”

Emma nodded weakly, dazed, drool dripping down her chin. She and T both turned toward G, his cock still wet, glistening, huge. Together, they leaned in. Two tongues, two mouths, worshipping him.

Emma sucked at his shaft while T licked his balls, their lips meeting briefly on the thick, veiny flesh before splitting apart to take more. Emma gagged on the head, spit bubbling down her chin, while T stroked the base with her fist, her tongue flicking fast.

G groaned, eyes half-lidded, his massive hands resting heavy on their heads. “That’s it… fuck yes. Two perfect sluts on one cock.”

Mark’s cock ached again, hardening despite the emptiness he felt. He wanted to be there, wanted to be part of it, but he knew better. He was nothing now. He stood in the corner, useless, watching his wife and another woman worship the kind of cock he could never compete with.

Emma looked up at G, her eyes wide, lips stretched around the thickness, spit drooling down her chest. She was in heaven.

T caught Mark’s eye as she licked up G’s shaft, her expression smug, like she knew exactly how pathetic he felt. Then she went back to work, her tongue gliding along the length before kissing Emma’s lips wet with spit and precum.

Together, they sucked, licked, stroked, shared him like he was a god.

Mark’s cock throbbed in his fist where he was gripping himself, unable to stop.

Finally, G pulled back, the eruption was biblical, Emma did her best to catch as much as she could in her mouth but was quickly overwhelmed, the grunts of the man mountain were bestial and again mark felt shame for his pathetic squeak and dribble.

laughing loud G said "you up for this again tomorrow, We've not ruined you have we?"

Emma pulled her lips off his cock with a pop, still trying to milk the last drops like her life depended on it, her face coated in goo, her eyes glassy. “Yes. Please. God, yes.”

G smiled. “There’s a convention here. Real swingers. Not the bullshit we saw before. We’ll take you.”

Emma nodded furiously, and looked at Mark. Her entire body vibrated with excitement.

T licked her lips, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. “And he—” She pointed at Mark, still red-faced in the corner, cock in hand. “—he jerks off before. Twice. Maybe three times. I don’t want him ruining the fun again.”

G chuckled. “She’s right. Get some practice in, man. Tomorrow’s a marathon. Not a sprint.”

Emma laughed softly, still stroking G’s cock like she couldn’t stop. Her voice was breathless, thrilled. “You hear that, honey? Tomorrow… tomorrow’s going to be even better.”

Mark’s stomach twisted with humiliation and arousal. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Could only stand there, cock hard, as his wife and the another woman knelt at G’s feet, their lips dripping with spit and cum, their eyes sparkling with devotion.