Other People

The words, "It's not you, it's me," hung in the air, piercing his soul like a knife. Adam felt the familiar sting of frustration. Their marriage, once vibrant, now felt strained and forced. The distance between them seemed hopeless.

Holly's new job meant she was away on business for weeks at a time. Leaving her husband bored with a lot of time on his hands. Instead of getting into trouble, Adam took advantage of the free time and focused on bettering himself. He committed to working out and self-improvement, making the most of his company's rarely used, high-end gym.

The cold, lonely expanse of the gym had become his solace. His hard-earned muscles and new physique fueled his wife Holly's suspicions of an affair, creating constant tension and arguments whenever they were home together.

Her last words before leaving deepened the hurt. "I think, we should see other people." It was the opposite of what Adam wanted. Holly was everything to him and he wanted to work their marriage more than anything. Never before had he felt so abandoned and alone.

Holly left for her trip to California late that afternoon after their argument. As soon as she left, Adam poured himself a drink, the lonely house amplifying the clinking of ice in his glass as he downed shot after shot, until the world faded to black.

Late the next morning, the hungover Adam rolled out of bed way later than normal. He eventually arrived at work, nearly an hour late, having missed his workout and his usual time to decompress. After an accidental nap at his desk and three meetings that could have been an email, Adam finally made it to the gym late that afternoon. Hopefully, preventing himself from sending Holly another text message she wouldn't respond to. To his surprise, he wasn't the only one at the fitness center for once.

On the far side of the gym, the rhythmic thud of a petite blonde's feet on the treadmill was almost hypnotic. It took a moment, but Adam recognized the woman as his good friend from the same department, Sara.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Adam found himself captivated by her determined stride, the sheen of sweat emphasizing her toned physique that drew his attention to her subtle, enticing curves that her everyday clothing didn't show. His gaze lingered on her petite frame, her toned spandex covered legs and a baggy ripped tank, a welcome distraction from his recent dry spell.

"Hey," Sara shouted over the methodical clunking of the treadmill, breaking Adam's trance.

"Hey." Adam waved back shyly as he climbed up on the machine next to his charming coworker.

Adam always had a friendly relationship with Sara, as coworkers. Although he typically kept his distance from female colleagues, especially those he found attractive. After all, he was a married man. Sara always seemed to make keeping his distance difficult. She was always on the same projects or running into him in the breakroom. That's how Adam felt, at least. Or maybe he was nervous because he might have had a long suppressed crush on her. Her cuteness, friendliness, and ever-present cheerful smile, coupled with her helpful nature, proved too much for him to ignore, just like the faint scent of fruit that seemed to follow her everywhere.

"What are you doing in here?" Sara asked between ragged breaths.

"Same as you," Adam answered with an involuntary chuckle as he started up his mill. "Just getting my workout in a little late today."

"Well, lucky me," Sarah replied, her breath still coming in short, sharp bursts. "It's good to have a little bit of company in here once in a while. It gets pretty lonely in here sometimes." She chuckled, turning to Adam with a playful smirk.

He glanced at Sara again, her face flushed with exertion, a single strand of blonde hair escaping her ponytail. The two carried on some casual banter for the next twenty minutes and forgot about everything except the shared rhythm of their workout, the subtle scent of her perfume mingling with the smell of hard earned sweat. Adam found himself strangely relaxed, the usual anxieties of work and his recent fight with Holly fading into the background.

"Well, that's enough for me." Sara hopped off the treadmill. Her tight round ass on full display as she walked away directly in eye shot of Adam, teasing his sex-starved eyes.

Sara grabbed a mat and dragged it to the empty space directly in front of Adam's machine. Adam was supposed to be finished with his warm up but couldn't will himself out of the line of sight to Sara, now stretching her tight body right in front of him. She may not have had the same curves as his wife, but her toned physique and feminine allure were impossible to ignore.

Adam watched, mesmerized, as Sara effortlessly moved through a series of teasing stretches, each one seemed designed to emphasize a different alluring curve. The nearness of her, the sight and smell of her sweat, was intoxicating. Adam's heart pounded a rhythm that competed with the rhythmic thud of the treadmill. He knew he couldn't, but what was the harm in looking? Adam thought with a lump in his throat as her lithe body swayed side to side, the soft cotton of her tank top stretched tightly against her perky breasts. Adam secretly wished for her top to slip for just a peek at her hidden sports bra. After a few minutes, the tantalizing display ended with a flirty wink from Sara.

What was that? Adam's head swam with forbidden thoughts.

Perverted daydreams clouded the rest of his gym session. The images of Sara's cool down clung to him, impossible to shake. He drove home, exhausted from a workout that felt tougher than usual, haunted by the vision of Sara. Her delicate beauty, a torment he couldn't escape, made him shift restlessly in his car seat.

Returning to his empty, loveless house, Adam immediately stripped down and stepped into the shower. Desperate for release, he vividly recalled

Sara's tight, youthful body as he franticly stroked his cock. He couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on. His prolonged abstinence and sexless marriage had taken its toll.

Adam's groans filled the shower stall as he imagined Sara's flawless body, her soft lips wrapping around his thick shaft. With a burst of lust, Adam let out a groan of relief, envisioning himself covering Sara's prefect tits with his release, just like he did the shower wall. Adam sighed in post-orgasmic bliss. Holly did want them to see other people, and he truly wanted to see Sara again.

Adam woke up distraught and lonely. He texted his wife a goodnight message before bed, but this morning his phone remained stubbornly silent. He tried to tell himself it was the time zone difference, but he knew better.

Despite the implications and the agonizing torture of Sara's teasing yesterday, Adam wanted more. He opted to skip his morning routine in favor of another afternoon workout and a chance to see Sara again. The prospect of watching her tight sweat slicked body again ensnared his mind. The sheer anticipation created a restless energy that gnawed at him all day long.

Unfortunately, he hadn't run into Sarah much in the office lately, as he usually would have. Sara's new work group assigned her a big project, and she even took working lunches with them to meet the deadline. So did Holly, apparently. He wasn't lying when he said he missed her. In desperation, he sent off another text. This time he got a response;

we should see other people.

A hot flush of blood rose in his cheeks. Damn, she was stubborn. Overwhelmed and lightheaded, Adam needed to clear his mind. A bundle of nervous energy, Adam finally reached the gym. Greeted by the familiar clunk of treadmills seemed to beat in rhythm with his racing heart. Sara was already there. Just seeing the object of his forbidden desire made Adam's heart jump almost painfully in his chest. She was already waving, with that enchanting trademark smile.

"Hey slacker!" Sara panted, "late again?"

"Yeah," Adam replied with an overstated sigh. There was no way he was going to admit that he changed his schedule just to leer at his dream girl, and this time, there was a lot more to leer at.

Sara was wearing tight black shorts instead of her usual yoga pants, exposing as much of her silky smooth tone legs as society would allow. And to make matters worse, her missing shirt left her tight, sweat-sheened stomach exposed, glistening under the fluorescent lights.

"Well, I'm glad. I hate working out alone." Sara said, her voice snapping Adam back to reality. "Damn, its hot in here today."

Adam couldn't tell. He attempted to concentrate on his warm up but his imagination was running wild and his heart was working overtime. Sara was going to make his gym time way more strenuous, in more ways than one. Just keep moving, Adam thought to himself as he tried to focus on anything other than Sara's beautiful flawless legs wrapped around him and the taste of her soft peach scented lips.

Adam could have kicked himself. Why was he doing this to himself? Sara seemed to answer the question for him as she hopped off her machine with a satisfied sigh. "Man, that's enough of that today." She declared, once again flashing an entrancing smile in Adam's direction.

Adam felt his heart race with excitement. Another show was about to begin. This was what he'd come for. Sara walked across the gym, her small sports bra leaving her entire athletic back exposed. Adam couldn't tear his eyes away as she set up her mat.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. This time, however, the anticipation was laced with a dangerous thrill. The sexual tension between them felt thicker than the gym's humidity. He watched, captivated, as she began her stretches, each movement a deliberate invitation, a silent challenge to his self-control.

Adam watched, slack-jawed, as Sara stretched her arms across her chest, one after another, squeezing her breasts together, teasing him with her assets. She finished her arms and leaned forward, before slowly rolling back, stretching her core like she was riding a bucking bronco, or maybe a thick needy cock of a married man. Adam was transfixed as her hips followed, lifting off the floor to arch the rest of her perfectly shaped frame. He had to remind himself to breathe.

"It's called a hip thrust, you can pull your tongue back in your head now." Sara giggled as she finished meeting Adam's conspicuous gaze, giving him a knowing wink. She sauntered out of a gym like a dream, leaving Adam in a daze. He needed to change his focus. Pour his frustration and concentration into every lift, push and pull. When the session ended, Adam was alone, exhausted, but still thinking about Sara.

It was another fitful drive home. Adam knew he was playing with fire, but the heat felt intoxicating, and for now, the risk felt worth the reward. So what if he looked? It seemed like Holly was encouraging him to do more. It was now something to look forward to, some harmless flirting and motivational eye candy to top it off. Adam assured himself he had every reason adopt afternoon workouts as his new thing.

Adam was quick to pour himself a drink when he got home. The amber liquid filled another glass before his wedding ring stopped spinning on the counter. He knew he wouldn't be able to make the first move. He wanted to fix things with Holly, but he knew she didn't, and most of all, he wanted Sara. After a few more bourbons, Adam fell asleep, blessed by dreams of Sara.

The next day Adam arrived right on time for the morning meeting. It didn't take long to spot Sarah on the far side of the crowded table. Despite the gentle chatter and the smell of coffee beans hanging in the air, he couldn't take his eyes off Sara. A high ponytail neatly pulled back her hair, her open blue blouse showing a gold necklace and suggesting the curve of her hidden cleavage. Adam disappointed himself with his inattentiveness during the meeting, but he couldn't help feeling Sara stared at him the whole time, and he had to admit he found it hard to look away from her, especially when their eyes met, sending a chill down his spine. He watched intently as she licked her lips, a slight sheen of moisture appearing as she toyed with the top button of her blouse. Holy shit, did he want to see what was underneath her blouse. Adam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. If it weren't for all the people in here, Adam thought to himself.

Mercifully the meeting lasted less than an hour. Adam chuckled nervously as he got up out of his seat, hoping they didn't get him any assignments. He'd spent the whole time fantasizing about Sara, ignoring the entire discussion.

Adam nearly jumped when Sara's delicate fingers brushed the small of his back as they left the room. "Something on your mind this morning?" Sara asked with a wink. "Or are you just anxious for this afternoon's workout?" She licked her lips again. Adam thought his heart was going to explode. Surely, her obvious flirting wasn't just his imagination?

Sara's sultry words echoed in Adams's mind all day long. He absentmindedly scrolled through social media, teasing himself by desperately searching for anything close to a scandalous picture of Sara, anything to quench his thirst. A buzzing sound cut through the silence, breaking his concentration as a text message appeared, the notification jarring. It was Holly;

hope you enjoy the gym

Another passive-aggressive, cryptic message. His wife's words stung deep. This was getting ridiculous. He had to say something, do something. Adam was frozen under the cold weight of guilt. Despite his wife's sharp, constant rejections, Adam felt responsible, obligated to repair their fractured relationship, to remain faithful. No matter what, this had to be a test, a way to prove himself. But she was right; the stale air in the apartment felt heavy, thick with unspoken resentments. He needed clarity. He packed up early for the gym, hoping and praying that he was too early to run into Sara.

Adam's plan had almost paid off. He was halfway through his workout before Sara arrived at the gym.

Sara looked as stunning as ever, especially in her skimpy sports bra, causing Adam's hair to stand on end.

"Started without me?" Sara asked in a flirty tone. She brushed the small of Adam's back as she passed him, her fingers lingering slightly, sending a shiver down his spine as he picked up his new weights.

Adam chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I cheated and got in a little early."

"I don't mind, everyone needs to cheat every now and then."

Sara's eyes, dark and knowing, drew Adam in like a dangerous current. Adam could barely concentrate on what, if any, sets he had remaining. He watched her begin her workout, mesmerized by the tempting, hypnotic rise and fall of her chest. Adam struggled to return to his exercises. Battling with each set to stay focused on anything but Sara. Sweet, caring Sara and her hot, tight, sweaty body.

Adam set his weights down and sighed. That was going to have to be it for the day. His mind soaked with lust, drowning in forbidden fantasies. He had to come back to earth. Run from the temptation. Get a drink.

But as he dropped his weight, Adam couldn't help but notice the deafening silence of the gym. Fuck, she was already done running. Adam sighed and bit his lip. He shouldn't be looking, but he needed to.

Sara's petite tight body was already laying on the mat, stretching her lithe limbs. Sara's smooth damp skin gleamed in under the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym. Her tone legs splayed, her toned back arched. It took little imagination to envision her naked, fucking, cumming.

Adam fought the urge to approach her, the conflict between desire and guilt warred inside him. The gym felt like a pressure cooker. He needed air. Adam hastily grabbed his towel and took off for the locker room.

The cool, damp air of the locker room, heavy with the smell of sweat and chlorine, did little to distract him from his lust. He felt like he was a teenager, running off to the locker room to hide his obvious erection. He splashed cold water on his face, the shock momentarily clearing his head. The metallic knocking of the locker door swinging open suddenly interrupted Adam's thoughts.

"You didn't say goodbye." An unmistakable sweet voice cut through the harsh, musky air of the men's locker room. It was Sara.

There was no refuge for Adam. He started to speak, but he was too confused to make a coherent word. Sara chuckled warmly at her friend's dumbfounded state. "Arn't you tired of just staring?" She whispered in a low, unfamiliar tone, husky with sensuality. Sara grabbed his waist and pulled him back between the rows of lockers, as Adam's racing heart threatened to burst from his chest.

She pinned him against the locker, her lips meeting his in a kiss. The taste of her perfect soft lips was pure, sweet temptation, a flavor more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined.

Consumed by intense passion and primal need, he lost all self-control.  He matched the intensity of her kiss as his fingers greedily danced over every enticing curve he had lusted over for so long.

Sara broke away to unsnap her sports bra, revealing her flawless, petite breasts that exceeded his wildest dreams. Adam's senses were overloaded with conflicting emotions of lust and regret. He silenced his inner thoughts by fervently sucking on Sara's irresistibly hard nipples.  

Adam hungrily feasted on her alluring breasts that had fantasized and lusted over for so long. A soft moan escaped Sara's lips as she reveled in the long-awaited attention, a wave of pleasure washing over her. She reached out for Adam's swollen cock and freed it from the waistband of his shorts. A lump formed in her throat as she grasped his unprecedented thickness, his need swelling and already oozing precum over her dainty fingers.

Sara's stomach growled. Her primal hunger and longing overriding her initial nervousness at Adam's imposing length. His size suddenly seemed less daunting, and more of a challenge. She grabbed Adam's hips, her petite fingers digging into his flesh as she pulled him close, forcing his girth deep inside the inviting warm depths of her mouth.

The realization of her wildest dreams filled Sara with euphoria, her excitement palpable as she gasped and drooled while grappling with Adam's impressive thickness. Sara relished the feel of his long coveted girth between her lips, swirling her tongue around its ridges, and curve of each pulsing vein. A wave of happiness washed over her as she lavished Adam with the care and affection she'd always dreamed of providing.

It had been years since Adam's cock had received such loving attention. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Sar..." Adam groaned in a vain attempt to warn her.

Sara smiled around his impossibly throbbing erection. She already felt his quaking veins and rapid pulse against her tongue. She knew she had pushed him to his limits and that she'd finally get a taste of her work crush's salty seed.

Adam's core contracted, his back arched, and a gasp escaped his lips as waves of pleasure washed over him. His rock hard cock spasmed and expanded deep within Sara's welcoming mouth. She couldn't help but grin in success as she felt the first burst of cum coat the back of her throat. In her eagerness, Sara pulled Adam closer, determined to increase his ecstasy by sucking harder on his shaft.

The locker room echoed with Adam's deep roars of appreciation as his epic orgasm raged on. Adam filled Sara's throat with round after round of hot cum.

Sara gave up swallowing she emptied her mouth and let his essence dribble from her lips and grace the sweaty curves of her breasts all the way to her navel.

Adam let out a satisfied sigh, taking in the sight of his beautiful conquest. Sarah giggled and grabbed his phone, quickly snapping a picture of her glistening, cum slicked body.

"What the hell are you doing?" Adam shouted, snatching the phone, beyond puzzled.

"Taking a picture for your wife," Sarah grinned, sensuously tracing the streaks of cum coating her skin. "She asked you to send her one when we're finished."

"What?" Adam stammered, his confusion giving way to dawning realization.

"Honey, this was her plan all along. She wanted you to have some fun." He couldn't believe it. Holly wasn't that kinky. In fact, she wasn't kinky at all. He was in deep trouble. "No way," Adam sighed, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have..." Sarah's sigh was even deeper, her smile suppressing a giggle. "Seriously," she said, grabbing her phone and rapidly texting. Adam's phone buzzed. "Fuck," he muttered, reading the message;

thanks for the pics, hubby xoxo You're amazing

By the time Adam looked up, Sarah was gone, leaving him reeling, as if waking from a bizarre dream.

Holly grinned at herself as she texted her husband from her quiet hotel room. Delighted that her wild plan had gone off without a hitch. She stumbled upon her kinky idea last week, on the first night of her business trip.

Unable to sleep, she had absentmindedly turned on an unassuming romantic movie. The whole movie Holly couldn't help but be astounded by the lead's likeness to her estranged husband. It was a fun, immersive experience for her. She couldn't resist imagining the lead as Adam even as the movie became more and more intense and passionate. The amazing, and oddly explicit sex scene glued her to the screen as if she was watching her husband fuck another woman. And the weirdest part was, Holly was enjoying it! Hopelessly turned on Holly's hand instinctually made its way into her pajama pants finding her wet neglected pussy. Holly's moans mingled with the characters on screen as she imagined it was her husband's cock on the screen causing the cute young girl to writhe in ecstasy. In no time at all, she brought herself to a mind-numbing orgasm.

In her post orgasmic haze Holly could only think of one thing. She needed more. She needed to find her husband a girlfriend.

The next day, armed with a renewed sense of purpose and a meticulously crafted online profile, Holly began her search. It wouldn't be easy finding someone interested enough in Adam, but Holly was awash with motivation. This wasn't just about fulfilling her desires, it was about reigniting the flame in her marriage, a flame she'd almost forgotten existed, buried under years of routine and unspoken anxieties. This, she decided, would be her own brand of unconventional marital therapy.

While stalking her husband's online accounts, she stumbled upon a familiar name that appeared to pop up often, Sara. Holly knew she was a coworker of his and had bumped into her once or twice. Come to think of it, she always seemed to be suspiciously close to Adam. I couldn't be that easy, Holly thought as she hastily crafted a message to send to her. She could feel her heart racing with excitement as she sent it, "If you want my husband, I don't mind sharing."

The evening's events swirled like a nauseating vortex as Adam drove home from work. What happened? The car hummed a dull, repetitive drone, each vibration shaking Adam's already spinning head. Holly's text messages, sharp and cold on the phone's screen, burned into his memory. She'd deliberately encouraged Sara. Why? She could have just asked for a divorce. He wanted to call and ask, but he was a bundle of nerves. Too embarrassed and guilt-ridden to even form a sentence.

She needed to leave for her flight, but the erotic photos of her husband's tryst was too much.

Adam returned to their lonely house, walked straight to the pantry, and dug out one of Holly's liquor bottles she used for margaritas. Adam didn't even know what it was. He wasn't a big drinker, but today he was going to make an exception. He poured a generous amount into a glass, the amber liquid shimmering under the dim kitchen light. One gulp after another. The burn was immediate, leaving a fiery trail down his throat, temporarily numbing his addled mind.

Adam stared at his phone. He needed answers. Holly wasn't due back till tomorrow, but he didn't know if he could handle this over the phone.

Suddenly, the lock to the door raddled, unlocking and swinging open wide. "Hey, hun," Holly smirked with a beaming grin Adam hadn't seen since their wedding day.

Holly stepped inside, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a mesmerizing red dress he'd never seen before. It hugged her curves and teased with a plunging neckline that flaunted her tempting, full breasts.

"So," she began, her voice low and husky, "Sara said you were... tasty." She winked, and Adam felt his stomach plummet. He couldn't speak, couldn't even process the casual way she referenced the afternoon's events.

Holly crossed the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, and placed a hand on his cheek, her touch strangely tender. "I always wanted you to indulge your, animalistic side," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Your primal lusts." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, a kiss that tasted of tequila. "I'm soooo glad you did." Adam, still reeling, could only manage a weak gasp. He just stood there, numb, as Holly pulled him into a long, slow embrace. The alcohol, he realized, wasn't the only thing burning.

"I don't understand," Adam finally muttered into his wife's open mouth.

"What's to understand? I told you to see other people, you did." Holly's grin widened as she began to pet the crotch of his jeans. The Holly before him was different, captivating, and hypnotically alluring, unlike the bride he knew. "We needed a spark in our marriage and let me tell you, knowing that some little slut was choking on that thick cock of yours, seeing how you used her and covered her with cum like a whore." Holly guided Adam's hand between her legs and hiked up her dress just high enough to give him access. "It made me so jealous... and wet," she huffed. Her voice a husky whisper.

Adam swallowed hard as she dipped his fingers between her legs, forcing them between her soaking folds. She was wetter than he'd ever felt his wife before.

In his spellbound state, Adam's response was the only one his mind could produce. "You're a bad girl." He smirked as he brought his bride in for a passionate kiss.

Holly laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, honey," she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, "I'm far worse than you could ever imagine." She pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "And I plan to show you just how bad." The tequila haze began to clear.

Suddenly, a sharp rap echoed against the wood of the front door. A smirk played on Holly's lips as she moved to answer it.

Standing on her doorstep was Sara, wrapped in a long khaki coat. Her presence radiated an intense sensuality. "I wanted to watch this time," Holly said, turning to her husband, her voice a husky murmur, "I hope you don't mind."

Sara didn't respond, but swept past Holly into the apartment, her gaze locking onto Adam with a look of smoldering lust. It was easy for Sara to dive headlong into the role Holly had given her. She had held a candle for Adam since the day she met him. Distinguished, tall, dark, handsome, and worst of all, unattainable. She relished the opportunity Holly granted her, to savor the forbidden fruit, even if it meant sharing a little.

Without a word, Sara began unbuttoning her coat, her movements deliberate and seductive. The khaki fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her now familiar youthful and toned lines. Adam found himself captivated, drawn into a vortex of forbidden longing. He watched, mesmerized, as Sara approached him. Holly silently leaned against the doorframe, her eyes burning with an intensity that mirrored Sara's, and the bewilderment in Adam's heart.

This went beyond simply satisfying hidden desires. This was more than pushing the boundaries of their marriage. They were shattering them.

Sara's lips met Adam's in a deep, fervent kiss. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm like never before. The taste of betrayal mixed with the unfamiliar thrill of forbidden desire. Sara's teeth grazed his lip, a sharp sting amidst the heat of her touch. The rasp of the zipper and the soft whisper of fabric against skin were punctuated by the frantic rush of blood to his quickly expanding cock as Sara wrapped her delicate fingers around his massive girth. Adam gasped for air, lungs burning, as Sara's head dipped again, her kisses hot and wet against his throbbing erection. This time, under his wife's delighted gaze.

Sara savored the experience, a second chance to explore the glorious cock she'd coveted for so long. Her wet tongue traced his sensitive head with slow, luxurious teasing circles before trailing up the underside, with a deliberate, sensual exploration of its receptive length.

Adam groaned and arched his back in appreciation as he caringly stroked Sara's hair, even as his wife's eyes were glued to him, biting her lip and slowly hiking up her dress as his erection disappeared into his lover's lips.

"Fuck that slut." Holly said.

"Don't call her that." Adam snapped back in Sara's defense.

"What are you going to do about it?" Holly asked coldly, her voice oozing with

Adam stopped in his tracks. His glistening, slick cock slipped from Sara's wet lips. The soft popping noise echoed the sharp crack of her voice. "Shut up and learn your place!" Approaching Holly, Sara's words hit hard, her footsteps loud on the floorboards. Adam's eyes widened, a gasp catching in his throat as Sara's grip tightened in Holly's hair, causing her knuckles to whiten. Holly flashed an unexpectedly wicked smile as Sara dragged her roughly toward Adam. "On your knees," Sara growled, the impact of Holly's body hitting the floor jarring. "Make that mouth useful!"  Sara's harsh voice forced Holly's head onto Adam's throbbing erection. Even as Sara ripped down Holly's dress, Holly obeyed, gagging as she struggled to accommodate her husband's size.  

"Relax your throat!" Sara ordered, forcing Holly's head deeper until tears welled in her eyes.  After the fourth thrust, Holly's tears subsided. She relaxed enough to contain him, and Sara slowed his pace. "Good girl," Sara cooed. "See, if you practiced more, your hubby wouldn't be dreaming of fucking other women." 

Holly shook her head, frustrating Sara. "What is it now?" Sara asked, pulling Holly's head away.

"I don't want him to dream," Holly gasped, tears and drool streaming down her face. "I want him to fuck that tight young pussy of yours." 

Sara smiled as Holly, hand wrapped around her husband's swollen cock, led him to the bedroom. Sara turned and lay on the bed, playing with herself. "Be a good wife and get your hubby naked for me," Sara ordered.

Holly flushed, her heart racing. This was far more intense than she'd imagined in her hotel room, where she'd hatched her erotic plan.  Her hands trembled with excitement as she undressed her husband for his new mistress.  It was hard to resist completely devouring him, but she made do with a brief nibble on his ear and a brush across his broad chest.

Adam gazed at his wife, half confused, half vexed. "I fucking love you he whispered."

Holly answered with a frenzied kiss, her plump chest pressing hard against his rigid frame. "I love you," she breathed into his open mouth. "Now prove it and make that girl cum for me baby." Holly slapped her husband's ass for emphasis as he straddled the blonde girl on their marital bed.

"Hey," Adam whispered as he hovered above Sara's delicate, naked body.

"Hey," Sara gasped, biting her lip and flushing as Adam's massive erection rested teasingly across her labia. She pulled him close, her lips pressing against his with desperation. Dazed, Adam felt a strange detachment, like watching a movie of his own life, a dreamy, unreal experience.

The sight of their kiss was enough to bring Holly to the brink of orgasm. She couldn't believe how masculine and powerful her husband looked, and already, she was wetter than she'd ever been. More than anything, she wanted to watch him enter Sara.

Holly enthusiastically ran up to the bed. She gently caressed the back of Adam's head, as if to make sure he was real. He welcomed her, switching the target of his kisses to his wife as Sara looked on with longing. Holly's eyes closed as she reflected on the beauty of the moment. Her heart swelling with need. "Make her cum for me baby." She breathed as she reached between them and took hold of her husband's girthy erection, guiding him closer to Sara's wet young folds, teasing her clit with the thick head of his cock.

Sara let out a moan and squirmed as the relentless stimulation continued. "Can I ride you?" she whimpered as she stared at Holly.

"Ummm, that's a good idea," Holly purred eagerly. "Roll over!" She ordered her husband, even while shoving him off of Sara.

Sara excitedly crawled atop of her conquest. Her petite body trembling with anticipation.  Lying on his back, Adam found himself still slightly dazed but increasingly aroused. Straddled by two gorgeous naked women, he watched in awe as his wife expertly positioned the youthful blonde on top of him.  Sara, guided by Holly's whispered instructions, her hand tightly gripping his throbbing shaft, aiming it toward the young woman's unfamiliar delicate pink pussy lips. Intently, she watched Adam, captivated by the primal intensity in his eyes. Her husband's thoughts consumed by raw desire.

Holly lay down beside her man, her fingers lingering on the flexing muscles of his arms as they held the dainty girl steady as she pounded her petite ass up and down on his massive cock. Holly purred in delight at her perfect view as she pleasured herself to the erotic show.

Sara's delicate sweat slicked body moved with a sensual grace, her slender hips quickening her pace, finding its rhythm as she ground into Adam, rocking his erection ever deeper inside her.  The sight of Sara's flushed face, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, ignited a new fire in Holly.  Soon her movements mirrored the urgent rhythm of Holly's hand, now feverishly rubbing her own clit.

This wasn't just sex, it was a performance expertly engineered by Holly herself. Their moans filled the room with an urgency that built with each thrust. The view from Holly's perspective was spectacular. Sara was the perfect gift for her husband. She was even more stunning in person, especially as she rode her husband's thick, long cock, her youthful essence coating him as he slid in and out, her taunt breasts bouncing in tandem with each movement.

Sara cried out, a high-pitched wail of ecstasy, as Adam's powerful rhythm pushed her over the edge. The awe-inspiring sight drove Holly to her own climax. Holly groaned as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she watched Sara's body convulse, panting and moaning until she collapsed on top of Adam, quaking and trembling with satisfaction.

"Ummm, that was so hot," Holly purred contentedly as her own orgasm slowly ebbed. Holly couldn't tear her eyes away from her husband as his still rigid cock slowly slipped out of Sara's pussy. "Are you still hard?" Holly asked with bated breath, her pulse already quickening with anticipation. It was her turn.

Holly smiled, a predatory gleam in her eye. She reached out for her husband, her fingers tracing the still-sensitive length of his shaft, still slick with Sara's essence. Holly let out a low purr. "I've neglected you for too long. I need to take care of you properly and drain your cock right. Just like I should have been doing."

Sara looked on in awe as Holly pulled her husband close, but he didn't need any more direction. Adam had one thing on his mind. He roughly grabbed his bride.

He pulled Holly close, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss that mirrored the raw passion of the scene they'd just shared. Holly responded with equal ferocity, her hands tangling in his hair as their bodies pressed together. Adam groaned, deep and guttural with a newfound urgency and forcefulness. He lifted Holly by her hips and claimed her with a decisive thrust. There was no time for romance. That would have to be earned.

Holly arched her back, screaming in pleasure as her husband's massive cock stretched her. His shaft was longer and harder than she remembered. She swore she could feel every thick coiled vein as he pulsed with need deep within her. It was too much stimulation for her lonely pussy to handle. A passionate, exquisite sting that ravaged her body with pure ecstasy. Overwhelmed by a flood of long-ignored euphoria, she couldn't open her eyes, couldn't catch her breath. She belonged to him.

Meanwhile, Sara was equally entranced, unable to stop playing with her freshly fucked pussy or tear her eyes away from the erotic sight of Adam's animalistic conquest of his wife. He reclaimed her, his powerful, sweat-slicked arms melting her into repeated climaxes before he, too, succumbed to the tidal wave of pleasure. With a growl, Adam slapped Holly's firm ass as his muscular body contorted in an epic climax. Holding her tighter with each thrust, he exploded within her, filling her with a flood of his hot passion.

Adam basked in satisfaction as he dropped his depleted bride on the bed and leaned back to catch his breath. His spent cock spilled from her fulfilled pussy, letting his sparkling seed pour out of her pink lips. Sara's heart jumped at the sight, urging her to indulge in the tempting prize. Desperately, she crawled across the bed and greedily lapped up Adam's essence from Holly's sensitive pussy. Holly groaned and writhed as her cuck's delicate tongue extended her climax in a way she never dreamed possible.

The taste of Adam's potent seed ignited a fire in Sara. Driving her tongue to delve further, her fingers tracing the slick folds of Holly's still-quivering flesh, savoring every drop of Adam's hot essence. Holly let out a gasp of sheer submission, clutching the sheet as she surrendered to a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure as Sara's exploration reached a new level of intensity. The air thrummed with the aftermath of passion; the scent of sweat, sex, and shared desire hung heavy in the room. Looking up, Sara's grateful eyes locked with Holly's, making Holly feel like a queen.

A comfortable silence settled around the trio as Adam joined them in their repose. The only sound echoing around them was the satisfied, slow breaths of three spent bodies. Holly, nestled against Adam, felt the residual tremors in his body settle in. She traced the line of his jaw, a tender contrast to the brutal passion that had just passed between them. Sara watched in earnest, a warmth spread through her, filled with a quiet contentment and a rich sense of belonging.

Holly looked back, delighted by the fruits of her flawless plan and their new, flawless lover. "You're perfect."

"I'm all yours." Sara said with a seductive smile. Her gaze split between the couple, who couldn't help but smile back at their beautiful cuckcake.