The Wrong Room

The Wrong Room

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cheating husband, cheating wife, hotel, group sex, gangbang, airtight, restraints

Author's Note:

Dedicated to the real-life Louise.

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Ch. 1 - The Lobby

Louise and William pulled up to the valet stand like two people on a mission. They had exactly eighteen hours at the resort until checkout--then it was time to pick up the kids from William's parents and prepare for another week of work and school.

But this night was just about them.

The resort was a boutique gem tucked into the Texas Hill Country. The Estate at Briar Glen. Lush greenery, winding creeks, even a small vineyard. A historic thirty-room estate converted into a luxurious hotel, spa, and fantasy resort.

But The Estate, as members called it, had a secret. It offered discreet packages to members and pre-approved guests--experiences tailored to help them fulfill their sexual fantasies.

By outward appearances, Louise and William were fairly vanilla, especially compared to some of the more flamboyant members of The Estate. Early forties, married, working professionals with kids. They looked like the kind of couple you'd meet at a school board meeting or attending a public library workshop on native plants. Nevertheless, they had been members of an exclusive, invitation-only sex resort for three years.

No, there wasn't anything dark or scandalous about their sex life. They just liked adventurous, varied sex--within the deep safety of their marriage. They liked to talk dirty. They liked sending each other nudes during the day. They loved sneaking off for a quickie while the kids were occupied.

She loved to be spanked. Hard. To have her hair pulled. Her nipples clamped. She liked being tied up, blindfolded, clamped, and cropped. She loved it when he took her hard from behind. Loved when he held her down and drove deep in missionary.

She liked to tease him. Masturbating in front of him, daring him not to touch. She like to egg him on and tease him into fucking her harder. "Is that all you've got? Pound. My. Cunt. William!"

She liked to play games:

Oops, I forgot to wear panties to the movies.

Surprise--I wore my butt plug on our hike through the greenbelt.

I put in my remote-controlled vibrator--now stop working, get on the app, and make me cum from your office.

For his part, he loved pushing her limits. Loved watching her bloom when she felt safe enough to cut loose. He liked buying her private dances at strip clubs and hearing what the dancer had let her get away with. He liked choosing her outfits for dates and how she'd take his hand to feel her bareness under her dress when they were driving to prove she'd forgone panties as requested.

He loved going down on her. Spanking her.

Slowly prepping her ass and taking her there, not just because it felt intense for him, but because it meant she trusted him completely.

He loved watching her make herself cum. Loved making her beg.

Nothing too crazy.

Just some bondage. A filthy word or two with a secretive hand on his cock during dinner. Light submission. Loving, but occasionally rough sex.

Good, clean American fun.

They fantasized together. Talked about her girlfriends they might fuck together. Browsed swinger apps in bed, reading profiles out loud. Talked about what that would mean, for their nearly twenty-year marriage, for the life they'd built around each other.

They wondered if they'd be jealous. If they could really handle it. What it would feel like to see each other with someone else.

They knew that getting married young meant most of their sexual experience had been with just one person. The same person they'd built a home with. Had children with. The same person they trusted most in the world.

They wanted to explore. But they wanted to keep what they had.

The Estate was perfect. Beautiful. Private. Discreet. It didn't force anything. It just smoothed the way.

They offered packages with equipment that would be impossible to hide from the kids. Sex swings? Of course. Regency-era costumes for Jane Austen-style roleplay? Obviously. A Sybian for Louise to ride until she couldn't walk straight? That had been excellent last month.

The spa was fantastic. It offered everything they might want. Calming couple's massages to erase the strain of day-to-day life with work and kids. Relaxing massages to prepare for a night of anal sex, deep-tissue work to recover from it. Sports massages for thighs that were sore from sporting and non-sporting activities of all sorts. Facials... before other facials.

The on-site restaurant and bar? Genuinely great. And best of all: no kids allowed.

William and Louise came to The Estate to reconnect. Figuratively and literally. Usually more than once.

After checking their car in with the valet and grabbing their overnight bags, Louise had two, William wondered what she had in the smaller black silk bag, the pair approached the front desk.

They checked in with a knowing smile, flashing their membership card. A blonde concierge offered a small bow and murmured, "Welcome back to The Estate, Mr. and Mrs. Danvers."

"We're just here for the night," Louise said, taking the slim envelope of their welcome folder.

"A night well spent, I'm sure," the concierge replied with a practiced smile. "Your room is nearly ready. In the meantime, your spa appointments await. I'll have your bags sent up once the suite is prepared."

William leaned into Louise's ear as they turned away. "What's in the black bag?"

She gave him a tight-lipped smirk, her eyes glinting. "That's for me to know, and you to find out. Tied up." She kissed his cheek and handed the bag to the bellman and walked off to the spa, her hips swaying with each step. William chuckled to himself and followed. This was going to be a fun night.

When Louise and William's games involved someone getting tied up, it was usually him tying her up. She liked to be taken. And he liked to take her, smirking to himself as he used knots he learned in scouts to restrain his beautiful bride. But they didn't always play that way. Sometimes they would switch with Louise topping William. Instead of using size and strength to hold her partner down, however, she liked to use teases and rules more than literal restraints. "You can only lick here, William. You can only put the tip in until I say so, William. You want to put it all inside me? Well, you had better beg, mister." And when she was satisfied with his supplication, she would release him and command him to pound her. Hard.

But tonight she wanted something different. Literal restraints. Louise had made the reservation this time. All William knew was that he was going to get a massage, take a shower, get tied up and blindfolded, and wait for her tied to the bed until she fucked him. Hard. Louise had it all planned out. After their massages, they would both go to their suite. He'd wait for her in the bedroom, letting the anticipation build.

She'd prepare in the suite's other room. She thought of her silk bag. Of the cupless shelf bra that would raise but not cover her tits. The black garter belt and thigh highs. Her favorite riding crop that would be used on William tonight for a change. The stroker she'd use to tease him. The cock ring she'd slip on him. The prostate massager.

She booked a room with a bed that had restraints built in. She would enter the room to find him waiting. She'd enter wearing her new lingerie, slapping him with the riding crop when he'd strain against the restraints and try to touch her. "Lie back, slave. You will only touch me when I let you." She'll bind him to the bed, slip the blindfold on, and have her way with him. She was already wet thinking about it.

But first, it was time for their spa appointments.

Selene strode across the marble floor of The Estate's lobby like she owned it. Her heels clicked in a measured rhythm, hips rolling under the sheer red wrap dress that left just enough to the imagination. Beneath it, nothing but perfume and the confidence of a woman who had orchestrated evenings like this before. She didn't carry an overnight bag, just a small oxblood clutch. Tonight she would be worshiped, fucked hard, and left dripping.

The concierge stood as she approached, recognizing her at once. "Ms. Louise Selene Moreau, welcome back to The Estate," he said, placing just the right intonation on each of her three names. "Your suite has been prepared according to your preferences."

"Louise is my mother. Please call me Selene," she replied, "And the... entertainment?"

"Already arrived. Four gentlemen, carefully selected, tested, briefed, and instructed to treat you"--he lowered his voice with a conspiratorial smile--"like the goddess you are."

Selene's smile deepened. "Good. I assume they've signed my nondisclosure agreement?"

"Of course."

"And the playlist?"

"Uploaded. The ambient electronic music you've requested will be playing in the room already when you enter. We've also laid out the toy kit you requested. Should you wish, each man has already signed consents for pegging and two of them volunteered that they would be willing to have sex with each other should you desire to watch them."

She signed the guest registry with a flourish, her rings catching the light. "Lovely. If they're even half as good as last time, I may never leave."

The concierge chuckled politely, then handed her the key. "Suite 206. Enjoy your evening, ma'am."

She turned, heels clicking again as she glided toward the private wing. The bellhop didn't even try to hide his stare. Selene was half tempted to slip off her dress and stride nude through the lobby. It would not have been the first time.

In another hallway, the four men were being briefed. All in their late twenties to early thirties, fit, discreet, confident, STI tested. Not porn stars--just professionals who knew how to listen, respond, and obey. Each had been given a dossier on Selene: her likes, her limits, her particular desire to be surrounded, admired, adored. One whispered, "She wants to be called goddess?" The Estate's head fantasy coordinator gave him a look. "She wants you to call her what she commands. She is paying you to worship her."

Another man murmured, "This the French one?"

"By birth," the coordinator replied. "But she's all Texan now. Allow her some time to settle and then go right in. Here is the key to the room. Do not knock. Do not speak unless she speaks. Read the scene she is setting and play into it. She does not want to explain things to you. Ms. Moreau wants improvisation but her primary request for tonight is that she wants to be made airtight, so pace yourselves and prepare her accordingly. She commands that you are to cum inside her. Unless she says otherwise, when she is finished, you are to kiss her tenderly and then leave quickly."

They laughed, loose and eager.

Suite 208 was waiting.

Ch. 2 - The Spa

They followed the signs to the spa wing, a hushed corridor of stone tile and scented air. At the check-in desk, they were greeted with warm towels and ginger-lavender tea.

"Deep tissue and facial for you, Mrs. Danvers," the attendant confirmed. "And a sports massage for you, Mr. Danvers. Showers are available after your sessions. Just let your therapist know if you'd like assistance."

They kissed lightly before parting. Louise disappeared into a dim room with a low massage table and William walked down the hallway toward his own.

Louise's massage therapist was a middle-aged woman with strong arms and a no-nonsense tone. The massage was intense, thorough--exactly what she had needed to unlock the tension in her back and thighs. The facial afterward left her glowing. The pretty young woman who performed it bit her lip when Louise described her plan.

William, meanwhile, enjoyed a firm-handed therapist who worked the knots out of his shoulders and lower back. William told him that he was getting tied up tonight and to please focus on joint mobility. "Nice," chuckled the therapist. "I saw your wife walking in. You're a lucky man." William agreed. When massage was over, the therapist offered William a white cotton spa robe and slippers and directed him to the showers. He scrubbed the massage oil from his skin. After toweling off and dressing in just his trunks and the robe (his clothes had been taken to their suite by a bellman), he returned to the spa lobby, where a pretty, young auburn-haired concierge greeted him.

"Mr. Danvers? This way please. Suite 206 is prepared for you." He followed.

Meanwhile, Louise showered and dried off. She felt silly applying makeup she intended to smudge, but an actress must wear the costume the stage requires. She was nude under the black silk spa robe. Her stiff nipples rubbed against the silk. She wondered if anyone would notice them as she walked through the lobby to the room. She hoped someone did. She was clean. Glowing. Perfumed. Ready.

A handsome bellman approached carrying their three bags. She noticed him glance her over, his gaze momentarily lingering at her chest. That made one. Her nipples were diamonds. "Mrs. Danvers? Please follow me. Your husband should be waiting for you in Suite 208. Right this way."

Ch. 4 - Suite 208

The bellman led Louise to Suite 208, unlocked the door, and handed Louise the key cards. He led her through the living room and to the bedroom. Louise was still only wearing her robe. She had a brief flash of desire: what if I were to drop the robe and make this bellman my own? Of course, she didn't. Tonight was about William and her only. Still, she felt her nipples stiffen again. And the heat rise between her legs.

The bellman placed the bags on the bench at the foot of the bed and took his leave saying that Mr. Danvers will undoubtedly be along soon and closing the bedroom door as he left. Louise was alone in the room. Time to prepare.

The restraints were already secured to the bed. She checked straps to make sure they were tight. She felt the soft fabric of the cuffs she would be putting on William's wrists and ankles. She opened her small bag and took her supplies out. Balconnette bra, garter belt, stockings. Riding crop. Blindfold. Butt plug. Lube. Prostate massager.

Tonight, William was all hers. She was going to make him squirm. And then make him cum as many times as she could. With anticipation of the night's pleasures, she dressed.

Twenty minutes passed. Where was William? She thought he would have been waiting for her in the room when she walked in. Why was he keeping her waiting? Did he not want to play the submission game she planned? Louise put her silk robe back on and sat on the bed.

It was fine. Maybe the facial was faster than expected. Or maybe his massage ran longer. She smiled nervously at the thought--William wasn't usually the one being pampered. He'll be here soon.

Another five minutes passed. Maybe I should text him, she thought. Or call the front desk.

Suddenly, she heard the lock in the door beep from the other room and click open. William was finally here. Louise quickly stood, tossed her robe into the closet, and struck a pose she hoped looked more confident than she felt. She had picked her outfit when she was feeling more sure of herself. She was powerfully on display. Her tits were supported by a black lace balconette with open cups. She'd even rouged her nipples. Her freshly waxed sex featured a landing strip that was framed by a matching black lace garter belt that held up sheer black stockings. Her feet in four inch heels, she stood in contrapposto. But the time she had to wait for William had eroded her confidence. She thought of her stomach, stretched by two pregnancies and not as flat as it used to be. Were her thighs bulging from the stockings? She knew her husband was attracted to her, but she no longer felt like the powerful domme she was playing.

She heard footsteps across the floor in the other room. They sounded heavy. And like more than one person! Before she had time to react, the bedroom door opened. Four men strode confidently into the room, a blond one and one wearing a gold chain flanking her immediately. All of them were tall, lean, and broad-shouldered. Clean-shaven or stubbled just right. They wore white linen shirts open to the chest, casual slacks, confident smiles. Each one looked like he could lift her effortlessly.

A third man, this one bald, looked her up and down, like a child on Christmas admiring a stack of presents. He walked up to her, placed a confident hand on her hip and pulled her in for a kiss. She was flooded with confusion and heat. Who were these handsome men? Why was one kissing her? Why was she kissing him back? Where was William?

She felt Blonde and Gold Chain behind her move to touch her. Not rushed. Not aggressive. Blonde's hands slid down her arm and back, his hands rough like a man who spends hours in the gym each day. Gold Chain pressed close behind her, one hand smoothing over the curve of her waist, the other ghosting up to cup her breast; not a grope but a slow claiming, his palm warm and steady. She gasped into Bald's mouth as his hand slid down her stomach. Blonde kissed her naked shoulder. Gold Chain's breath grazed her ear. They touched her reverently, like they'd been told: She's the goddess. Worship her.

She came up for air. "I--I think there might be some mistake." She could feel Gold Chain's hard cock through his pants pressing into the crack of her ass.

"You're Louise?" the one by standing by the door replied, his muscular arms and chest covered in tattoos.

"I am," she said, throat tight. Her body was overwhelmed by strong hands and probing fingers.

Gold Chain's hips pressed forward again, firmer this time. She could feel his eager thickness. Blonde's fingers traced the edge of her garter strap, then slid up along her bare flank to her ribs, pausing just beneath the open curve of her balconette bra. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Bald's hand remained firm on her hip, his thumb now circling slowly on bare skin. Her tongue in his mouth.

Her nipples, already exposed, had hardened to stiff pink points. She was fully dressed for seduction, but this wasn't the scene she'd planned. Still, the touches weren't greedy. They were confident. Admiring. Focused solely on her. Her thighs pressed together. Her breath came fast.

She wasn't afraid of these men. That was the part she couldn't explain. There was no menace, only intention. They didn't leer. They touched her like it was part of a service they had trained for. Her body responded before her mind had decided. She was already wet.

"Then there is no mistake. We're here for you," Tattoos said. "Everything has been arranged. You're in control, but we're here to worship you."

There had to be a mistake. "No, I think you're--this isn't--"

But the way they looked at her... God, their eyes were devouring her. They weren't ogling. They were anticipating. They would do anything she asked.

"Tell us what you want," Tattoos said with a hungry look in his eyes.

She could have said "leave." She should have.

She could have put on the robe. Waited for William. Followed the plan.

Her body demanded a new plan. She could see the outline of a Tattoo's cock in his pants. She felt Blond's stubble as he kissed her neck. She felt Bald's hands on her hips. Her hands felt his muscular chest.

"I... I need you to be gentle. At first," she murmured.

Bald spoke next. "Of course." He touched her wrist, feather-light. "You set the pace. We just follow your lead." She nodded.

They just... moved. Smooth. Like a team. Like this wasn't the first time they'd done something like this. She realized then: someone else's Estate fantasy had come into her room unannounced. And her body didn't care.

She felt Blond's hands work open the front clasp of her balconette and slip the straps from her shoulders. Bald broke from their kiss and traced his lips down to her exposed nipples, cupping each beast as he took her in his mouth and licked her tips. He kissed down her stomach and stopped inches away from her sex. He ran his hands down the backs of her thighs, unhooked her garters, and beckoned her to sit. His hands were softer than Blond's but thick. His touch was insistent, and she obeyed, sitting down on the bench at the foot of the bed. He looked up at her as he removed her shoes one at a time. He rolled down her left stocking, then the right, his hands massaging her long legs as he went.

Gold Chain's bulging slacks appeared in her peripheral vision. Louise turned and reached to unhook his pants. He wore no underwear, and his impressive cock immediately sprang up when it was freed. She looked at it. At the drop of precum glistening on the tip. She did not hesitate--she took the head in her mouth. She tasted another man's cum for the first time in over twenty years with a shiver.

Tattoos walked forward and whispered something to Blond, pointing at the tools she had brought from home laid out on the desk. The blindfold. The riding crop. The butt plug and lube. Blond gestured at the straps extending from beneath the bed and ending in cuffs. With a smirk, Tattoos selected the blindfold and the riding crop.

Still sucking Gold Chain's cock, Louise felt wet warmth on her foot. She turned and saw Bald sucking her toes, tracing his fingers up her leg and massaging her calf and thighs. She shivered when his fingers grazed her lips. Blonde and Gold Chain lifted her by the armpits and moved her to the bed, her legs rubbing together. They were going to tie her down.

She felt the straps wrap around her wrists. Blond gave her a confident, but gentle look as he secured the velcro on her right side. Gold Chain's cock bobbed as he tied down her left. Louise reached to take him back into her mouth. She sucked the tip of his cock while he tied her to the bed. Bald spread her legs and secured both ankles. She was immobilized. She was dripping wet.

Blond shed his shirt and pants, revealing a cut frame with an impressive chest and abdominals. Tattoos handed him the black silk blindfold. Blond ascended the bed and straddled her chest, his erect cock between Louise's impressive breasts. She felt his substantial weight on her chest.

"Goddess, may I put this blindfold on you?" he asked, voice low but steady.

Louise let out a slow breath. Her pulse thrummed in her throat. "Yes," she said, lifting her chin with regal command. "You may." Then, after a pause: "Make it tight."

Blond leaned forward to put the blindfold on. As he tied the knot, her lips found the head of his cock. After finishing the knot, he moved his knees above her shoulders and leaned over, placing his hands on the bed. Louise was tied down and blindfolded, but she was trying to get as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. He knew what she wanted and started to lower himself, letting her go as deep as she wanted. She felt his cock reach the back of her throat. In normal circumstances, she might have gagged, but it was as if her body was so distracted that it did not have bandwidth to respond to a gag reflex. She swallowed his cock into her throat.

"She's swallowed my whole cock. Our goddess is deep throating me," Blond exclaimed.

Louise purred in response. Blond started working himself in and out, gently at first. Tears came to Louise's eyes, but she persevered, taking six full strokes from Blond before he withdrew so she could come up for air. She gasped, spit and mucus on her lips and chin.

Blond reinserted himself, more gently this time. His cock dipped slowly, in and out, but not getting down to Louise's throat. She wrapped her full lips around his shaft, and ran her tongue on the underside of the head of his cock and swirled it around the top.

While Louise was focused on Blond, she hadn't noticed Bald's warm breath on her thighs. She couldn't see him because of the blindfold, but she could feel his breath move across her body. Up her leg. Over her hips. Pausing over her stomach, and then moving down. She felt his breath on her lips a movement before she felt him start to kiss her thighs, soft at first but then more insistent. He started at the top, kissing his way down into the soft inner thigh. Louise was thankful to herself for getting a fresh waxing last week.

His tongue met her softly at first. Then firmer, deeper strokes between her folds. She was restrained, but was still able to buck her hips up, meeting his insistent mouth. Still sucking Blond, she could feel heat rising up inside her. She was tied down and blindfolded, but she could feel everything: Bald's fingers on her thighs. The throbbing of Blond's cock in her mouth.

When Bald's tongue started circling her clit, she nearly screamed into Blond's cock. Instead she purred. Bald slid two fingers inside her and curled to touch her inner wall. His tongue flattened against her clit giving her slow, rhythmic laps. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked, and rubbed his fingers along her G-spot. She was so close. She strained against the restraints. She felt him back off momentarily, and then resume, driving her higher still. Bald repeated that several times.

She was panting now. Straining. Frenzied. Desperate. The moan that slipped from her lips was low, raw, involuntary. Her hips lifted. Her thighs trembled. Her restraints creaked.

"Oh--fuck--" she yelled into Blond's cock, sucking harder as the orgasm took her. She shook and clenched and swallowed around Blond, her whole body pulsing with release. Then the wave receded into the afterglow, her toes curling.

She heard movement to her right, then felt a new hand on her thigh.

"My goddess, we must make you ready for what comes next." said a voice. It wasn't Tattoos or Blond, so it must be Bald or Gold Chain.

She felt a finger on her anus, slick with lube. The finger circled slowly, deliberately, spreading the lube and teasing her opening. Then it pressed inward. Louise was no stranger to anal sex. She loved doing it from time to time with William, usually after a couple drinks. She relaxed her body and let the finger slide inside.

It pressed in up to the second knuckle, then began to move, slowly pumping in and out, stretching her. A second finger joined the first. Her breath caught. She felt the fingers flexing against her opening, loosening her. Softening her.

As one of the men fingered her ass, she felt the breath of another on her thighs again. He started to lick and then suck her clit. She recognized the technique from before; it was Bald.

He swirled his tongue around her slit as her asshole stretched around the fingers. After a few moments, the fingers slid out of her ass, and she felt the familiar pressure of the butt plug she brought from home. She'd hoped to use it tonight on William, but these men had another plan. Slick with lube and her arousal, the tapered end slid in easily. She felt the stretch as the widest part went in. Still being tongued by Bald, she moaned on Blond's cock as the plug was fully inserted with a pop.

"You take the plug so well, goddess. You will take a cock even better," someone, probably Gold Chain, said.

CRACK! Louise flinched as she heard the loud snap of a riding crop strike on a hand. She heard it swish quickly two times through the air. Testing it. She felt the soft leather of the end of the riding crop slide up her shin to her thigh.

"You've provided us with such wonderful toys to pleasure you with, goddess," Tattoos said. Louise might have uttered a word of protest, but her mouth was too busy sucking Blond's cock. In any event, he was right. The room had a lot of Louise's favorite toys. She was tied down, blindfold, plugged, and about to be whipped with a riding crop. William did exactly that to her during a visit to The Estate last year. This weekend was meant to be a change of pace.

Louise supposed that it still was.

The soft end of the riding crop slid up her hips, over her stomach to the soft curve of her breasts, and up to her erect nipples. "Where would you like it, goddess?" asked Tattoos.

Allowing her to respond, Blond pulled himself out of Louise's mouth, spit dripping off his cock and falling on her chin. Panting, Louise said, "My thighs, my ass. Hit my cunt with it." She was on a razor's edge. She hoped Tattoos would whip her to an orgasm.

POP! The crop came down hard on Louise's outer thigh. It didn't hurt, not really, but she jerked with the strike. SNAP SNAP! The crop striped her inner thigh twice. He slid the soft end over her cunt, teasing it. She was dripping wet, and her lips parted as the stick of the crop slid slickly between her labia. A gentle tap on her clit teased her.

"HARDER! Hurt me!" cried Louise. CRACK! The crop came down right on her clit. She jerked again. She was so close... POP! "Again!" she cried out.

She felt the tip of Blond's cock meet her lips, and she hungrily took him back into her mouth.

SNAP!

The crop came down on Louise's inner thigh as she furiously sucked him. She swirled her tongue from his frenulum around the crown, wet and eager, her cheeks hollowing with every pull. Her blindfold heightened everything: each wet sound, each gasp above her, each flicker of pain through her skin.

SNAP!

Another strike came down on Louise's cunt. Her hips jerked against the restraints. Her breath hitched around Blond's cock. She was so desperately close to orgasm she could barely think. The tension was almost unbearable, and she focused her frustration on Blond's cock.

She moaned deep in her throat and doubled down. She sucked the tip of his cock perhaps a little too hard. She heard Blond gasp above her as he thrust himself into her mouth. She felt the tension ripple through his thighs as he thrust deeper into her mouth, losing his rhythm for a moment.

She felt his balls tighten up as he bottomed out into her mouth. She swallowed the head of his cock, her throat tight around it. She felt his cock throb in her mouth

"Oohh!" Blond moaned. He pulled his cock out of her throat and a stream of cum shot from his tip inside Louise's mouth. She tried her best to swallow all of it, but a few drops spilled down her chin. She wrapped her lips tightly around the end of Blond's cock as he pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

CRACK CRACK CRACK! The crop came down hard three times on her cunt the moment Blond was free. Louise orgasmed with a jerk, her legs pulling powerfully on the restraints.

"You cum so beautifully, goddess. And you are such an excellent cocksucker," praised Tattoos. "Now we must untie you so we can worship you in the way you deserve," he said, removing the blindfold.

Louise could finally see what was happening. Bald was still between her legs. Two fingers of his right hand were making small circles on her clit while he unstrapped her legs with his left. Gold Chain and Tattoos both had one knee on the bed and foot on the bed as they unstrapped her wrists. Both of their cocks bobbed as they worked.

Once free, Louise went feral. She grabbed Tattoos's hips by both hands and pulled his cock into her mouth. With Bald still rubbing her clit, she took Tattoos's full length into her mouth, slightly gagging herself in her overexuberance. While taking Tattoos into mouth and relishing the taste of precum oozing from the top, she reached for Gold Chain's cock, stroking its full length. "I need both of these inside me. Now," she commanded.

Louise rose to all fours, taking Tattoos back into her mouth. She felt his hands cradle the back of her head as she thrust her sucking mouth on his cock. His hands were not forcing, only steadying. She could feel the veins of his cock with her tongue. She looked up at Tattoos, tears squeezed out of her eyes with exertion had caused her mascara to run. She looked beautifully ruined.

With her focus on her mouth and the shape of Tattoos's cock in it, she momentarily forgot about Gold Chain. Then she felt his hand on her hip, and his cock at her entrance. She had a flash. No! I can't do this. What about William? But before she could second-guess further, she felt the head of his cock slide into her. Her lips were slick with her juices and with Bald's saliva. There was no resistance. In two strokes, Gold Chain was fully inside her. It was only the third cock ever to enter her, and the first that wasn't William in over twenty years. Gold Chain grabbed both hips and thrusted, gently at first and then with increasing insistence. Louise pushed back on him. Both men's cocks were fully inside her now, and Louise was completely lost in the moment.

She felt the pressure of her next climax start to build within her. With each powerful stroke, Gold Chain's balls were swinging forward and striking her clit like a bell. The feeling was incredible, and she could feel Tattoos's cock bulging in her mouth as she sucked him. She wanted his cum, and she wanted it now. Gold Chain leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed and holding her hips with his forearms. Gold Chain's and Tattoos's thrusts fell into sync, both of them bottoming out in Louise at the same time. Her climax nearly upon her, Louise clenched herself around Gold Chain and held Tattoos in her mouth. With a shudder and a jolt, the pressure released and Louise collapsed to the bed, twitching. Gold Chain petted her back, his fingers tracing her spine.

Tattoos leaned down and whispered in her ear. "We're nearly at the end, goddess. I will make the final preparations."

Tattoos walked to the other side of the bed and lifted Louise up by the hips. Gold Chain moved a pillow beneath Louise and she rested her head, exhausted from the orgasms she'd already had and at the thought of what Tattoos was about to do. She felt force on the plug as Tattoos slowly drew it out of her. She felt the stretch as the widest part slid out of her. She relaxed into it, and with a pop the plug was out.

She felt Tattoos's stubble on her cheeks as he leaned forward and buried his face between them. He licked from the base of her slit up to the tight ring of muscle. Tattoos's tongue hardened into a point and he pushed through, entering her. Louise gasped as he worshiped her ass until she was moaning again, desperate for more. More sensation. More pressure. More stretch. She heard a bottle click open and cool lube dribble into her anus. She felt two of his fingers spread the lube around her and press into her slick hole. She felt a third finger, and then a forth. She relaxed again into the stretch, her ass now ready.

Tattoos lubed up his cock and pressed the head against her winking asshole. "We will go at your pace, goddess. Say the word and we will slow down or stop." Louise nodded into the pillow and then raised her ass in encouragement. With another pop, the head of his cock was inside her, stretching her, but not as wide as the plug had. The stretch felt comfortable and intimate. Louise reached back with one hand to control the depth. He held inside her for a beat and allowed Louise to push back against him, taking more and more of him inside her ass. He began very small thrusts, letting her body relax around him. She pulled on his leg, encouraging him to go deeper. Another inch, small thrusts in and out. She moaned into the pillow as she stretched around him. The plug had prepared her, but his cock was hot inside her. Alive. He gave her another moment to relax, his thumbs pressing into her hips. Soon, she felt his hips rest on her cheeks. He was fully inside her. She felt so full. He paused for a moment inside her; they both relished the stretch and the tightness.

Sensing she was ready, he started thrusting slowly, drawing himself out and plunging back in. Long, deliberate strokes that made her press herself back into him. The pressure was building again, exquisite and unbearable. She could feel wetness from her cunt dripping down her leg as he filled her ass. She clutched the pillow. She felt his balls tapping on her labia when he bottomed out in her. Her clit throbbed. She was so close.

But Tattoos wouldn't let her have her release. Not yet. He slowly pulled himself out of her, and kissed the base of her spine.

"You're ready for the finale, goddess." Bald said and kissed her. Bald laid down at the top of the bed, his curved cock bobbing in the air. He beckoned her forward. Louise crawled ahead, lining herself up with his cock. She looked him in the eye as she sunk herself down around him in one fluid motion. That was one. Tattoos climbed onto the back of the bed, and pressed the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass again, now loose and fully ready to accept him. Her ass greedily swallowed his cock. She felt the two men's cocks slide against each other as they moved inside her, separated by only a small wall of tissue. That was two. Gold Chain was next. Without a word, he stuck his cock forward, close to Louise's mouth. Louise lunged hungrily forward, taking him in her mouth and sucking. That was three.

Louise felt the fullness. And more than that, she felt the rapt attention of these men. Each was here to serve her. Each wanted her. And she wanted them. She wanted them to slam into her. To pull her hair. To spank her. To stretch each one of her holes. The sensation was overwhelming.

She began to feel a tingling that started at her scalp and moved in a wave down her body. She felt like she was floating above herself. She could hear the men grunting with exertion as they thrust into her, and on some level she could hear the wet gagging sounds she was making from her throat, but nothing seemed like it was actually happening to her. There was some other woman being overwhelmed with sensation, taken be male worshipers with hard muscles and big cocks, but it wasn't her. She could barely feel what "her" meant. She was the woman, she was watching the woman, she was a combined entity of these men and the woman, united as one body. She barely noticed when Blond reappeared, stroking his cock just inches from her face. She took Blond in her mouth a few times before going back to Gold Chain. Bald supported her weight with his arms, leaving Louise to use one of her hands on Blond. That was four.

Suddenly the fuzziness ended and she snapped back into focus. Her orgasm was approaching. The orgasm. She was so full, but she clenched on the men inside her cunt and ass and sucked hard on Gold Chain. She screamed into his cock. This was it. Nothing could stop it even if she wanted to. The boulder was at the top of the mountain, and just like that, it went over. Her vision flashed white. Every muscle tightened and released at once. She felt wetness escape her cunt, soaking Bald beneath her.

She heard moaning from all four men as her orgasm caused each to climax in series. Tattoos filled her bowels with cum as Bald filled her cunt. She felt the salty, slightly bitter taste of Gold Chain's cum on her tongue, swallowing as much as she could. And she felt the splash of Blond's second orgasm warm and wet on her face and in her hair. She was covered in sweat as her body slowly came down from the orgasmic high. She held each man inside her, feeling their cocks slowly shrink and then slip out of her.

Bald held her in his arms briefly, petting her sweaty back. He whispered compliments in her ear, but she couldn't focus on the words. The sudden weight of what she had done finally landed on her. She had cheated on William in grand style. Four men! What had she done? She gently pushed Bald away and rolled onto her back. Cum oozed from her ass and cunt onto the bed. Her face was sticky. She hugged a pillow into her sweaty chest.

"Th-thank you. Really. You were all... amazing. But I--I need to be alone now. Please. Please go." Tattoos, the leader of the men, approached and gently ran the back of his fingers up her sweaty, naked back. He leaned down and kissed her between the shoulder blades reverently. Without another word, the men departed. They collected their clothes, closed the bedroom door, and dressed in the other room. Then they were gone.

Louise curled into the fetal position, still leaking. Still tasting cum on her lips. Where was William? What would he say? Would he divorce her? What about the kids? What had she done? She began to cry, partly out of regret, but also partly out of sheer overwhelm. Her body still tingled.

Ch. 5 - Suite 206

William only knew his small part of Louise's plan. He knew he was supposed to wait for her on the bed in their suite after his massage. He also knew that he would be tied up. She would unveil the rest of her plan when she was ready. He also knew she was getting a facial, so he assumed she was still at the spa.

The concierge led him to Suite 206 and let him inside. "I see your bags are not here yet. I'll check with the bellstation when I go back to the lobby."

The concierge turned on her heel and faced William. "But first, Mr. Danvers. I will tie you up. Hand me your robe and get on the bed. I'm going to tie up your legs, so... you'll... uh... have to take off your underwear, too."

William did as he was instructed. He knew the staff at The Estate was used to this kind of thing, but it felt a little weird stripping down completely in front of this pretty, younger woman. He laid down on the bed when instructed and the concierge secured the straps to his wrists and ankles.

"The reservation says that the straps have to be tight, so you won't be able to untie them yourself, Mr. Danvers. I hope you understand. Oh, and it says that you have to be blindfolded as well. I guess I'll have to do that," said the concierge, a little flustered. "Please excuse me, I just started working here and... well this is different from other hotel jobs I've had. I'm a little distracted." Her eyes flicked to his cock--half-hard now, rising fast--and she flushed deeper, biting her lip before glancing away.

William was tied down fully nude and helpless, but raised an eyebrow. Because of the large tables on both sides of the bed, the concierge wasn't able to stand next to the bed and put on the blindfold. "Please... uh... excuse my reach, Mr. Danvers," said the concierge as she hiked up her skirt and knelt on the bed. To reach his head, she had to straddle his upper chest and lean forward. William could see her lace g-string under her hiked-up pencil skirt. He could see they were slightly damp at the crotch, and he could smell her arousal. As she leaned forward to put on the blindfold, William could have easily lifted his head and reached her crotch, but he just chuckled to himself and let her do what she needed to do. This would make a funny story for Louise once she was done whipping him or whatever she was going to do with him tied up. "Yeah, honey, this adorable young thing just put her pussy right in my face and put the blindfold on. Never a dull moment at The Estate."

Having secured the blindfold, the concierge crawled off him. Maybe he imagined her tracing a finger down his pecs and rubbing her crotch on his thigh as she climbed down, or maybe it actually happened. Nevertheless, William heard the concierge slip back into her heels and smooth out her skirt. "I hope you... enjoy your stay, Mr. Danvers. Mrs. Danvers should be along shortly. My name is Chloe, by the way. I probably should have said that earlier. I hope you enjoy your stay! I already said that, didn't I? You have a really nice cock, Mr. Danvers... Bye!" said Chloe, the adorably flustered new concierge. William made a note to give her a tip later. A monetary tip!

William sat alone in the dark, tied up, for a while. It was hard to tell how long, but he went over the plot of the latest Marvel movie in his head and thought through a few projects he needed to do around the house, so it must have been quite a while. At least thirty minutes. William pondered whether Louise was still being pampered or if this was part of her game. What was her game? And what was in that little bag? Before William had time to ponder that too, he heard the electronic beep of the hotel room door and the door swing open. Someone was here. William hoped it was Louise, but he wouldn't have minded if it was Chloe again.

CLICK CLICK CLICK. William heard long confident strides of high-heeled shoes across the tile in the other room of the suite. The door to the bedroom opened and the sound got closer. William could smell perfume. Something different from what Louise usually wore, but lovely. William felt a hand move up his calf, trace his knee, and follow the lines of his muscular legs to his crotch. The hand cupped him gently, almost testing the weight of him. His erection started to grow at the touch.

He heard a quiet laugh. A woman's laugh, and then the sound of a bag being placed gently on the floor. It had to be Louise. Who else could it be? But the woman who was in the room did not identify herself. This must be part of Louise's game. William would play along.

He heard the high-pitched zip of a dress zipper. Then he felt the pressure of another person on the bed. The woman swung a leg over him, sitting on his stomach. He could feel her naked pussy resting on him. The woman leaned over, her breasts hanging down and touching his chest.

William always loved the feeling of Louise's soft breast dragging along his chest. This time was no different. Except maybe it was. The breasts felt different. Smaller perhaps. He felt something small and hard against his chest as well. Maybe it was an open-cupped bra with studs. Louse must have really gone all-out. William promised to return the favor the next time it was his turn to plan date night.

The woman's lips met his. Her lips were wet, and she was a marvelous kisser, but her lips felt somehow thinner than Louise. Before he could think about it further, she leaned back and turned around. He felt her back up, moving her wet pussy across his chest. Then she sat on his face, her cunt directly on his lips. William knew the assignment and wasted no time. His nose pushed into her clit and he began to lick her lips, starting from outer lips and working inward. He felt her press into his face as he pointed his tongue and entered her. He kept this tongue pointed while she gently thrust herself on it. He heard a moan above him.

She bent over, not her clit was right in line with William's lips. He took her clit into his mouth just as she took his cock into her mouth. One of her hands wrapped around his cock while the other massaged his sack. The feeling was intense, but Wiliam focused on her clit. Normally he would use his fingers on Louise while he was doing this, but she wanted him tied down, so he did the best he could with long licks from her labia to her clit and taking her clit into his mouth. Sucking. Her bobbing up and down on his cock became more frantic suddenly. Louise must be about to cum, thought William. Usually it's only this easy when she is really turned on, so William was feeling very pleased with himself. Suddenly she jerked and collapsed on top of him. William kept licking, but more gently now. He knew his wife was very sensitive after an orgasm.

"That was marvelous," said a strange voice with a hint of a French accent. "This isn't what I asked for, but I love you anyway. I'll keep you." The woman turned around and in one movement impaled herself on William's cock.

"Who are you!? You're not Louise!" said William with alarm.

"Actually, I am Louise, but I get the feeling I'm not your Louise. Anyway, no one calls me Louise. That was my mother's name. You may call me Selene," she said, grinding on his cock.

"There has been some mistake, Selene. I was supposed to be here with my wife Louise!" William said with increasing alarm. This woman was fucking him without mercy. It was the first woman William had sex with who wasn't Louise in nearly two decades. It felt incredible, but he can't be cheating on his wife during their weekend together. Where was his Louise?

"It doesn't feel like a mistake to me, lover. What's your name?" she said with a purr, grinding herself on him, her hands on his pecs.

"William!" he exclaimed, with rapidly waning resistance. She was extremely tight, and he could feel her muscles squeeze on him as she flexed her pelvic floor. This woman was incredible.

"Well, Billy. I was supposed to have a different fantasy. I was supposed to be taken by four hunks. They were going to make me airtight. Do you know what that means?" she said.

"I do," moaned William.

"Of course you do, darling. Anyone who comes to The Estate would. I was going to have a cock in my mouth, cunt, and ass. It was going to be marvelous. I treat myself to that every year for my birthday. But you, my lovely Billy, are a fabulous birthday present as well. Tell me, does your Louise fuck you like this?"

"Yes!" cried William. "She's dynamite in bed. But it's nothing against her to say that you are too. Please take this blindfold off so I can see you!" said William.

"Not yet, Billy. You haven't earned the right to look at me," she replied. "But if you keep bouncing up from the bed like that, I might let you. Ohhh. Fuck me, Billy!"

William squeezed his abs and did his best to thrust with the limited leverage he had. He pulled tight on the restraints, aching to get another millimeter deeper inside Selene. He felt her hands on his chest, pressing him into the bed.

"Tell me how I fuck better than your wife, Billy. Tell me how you've never felt anyone as tight as me. Who can fuck like me," she cried, obviously close to an orgasm.

"Never. You're incredible, Selene, but my wife can work my cock like no one else. If you would untie me, I could really show you what I can do," he asked.

"Good try, Billy. But I'm not going to untie a strange man I've never met before. Especially when I can do this." With that, she slammed herself down on William three times in rapid succession, then ground herself on his pubic bone. That did it. Her cunt clamped around him, hard with her orgasm. He felt her spasm on his cock. She leaned over and kissed him. This time he definitely noticed the difference. This woman did not kiss like Louise. Louise was never much for tongue, but Selene's whole tongue was dancing inside William's mouth.

William hadn't cum yet, and he started to move his hips again. Selene leaned up and lightly slapped him on the cheek.

"Not so fast, dear Billy. If I understand the situation, your wife is somewhere in this hotel. Maybe she is the one who got to be airtight tonight. Save your cum for her, darling."

The blindfold suddenly came off. Blinking in the sudden light, William finally saw the woman who had taken what she wanted from him (without much protest from William, it was fair to say). Selene was willowy and pale, with porcelain skin and long limbs. She had a rakish grin on her face. Her eyes were ice blue, and a long curtain of blond hair cascaded down her back. William had been right earlier, there was something different about her breasts. They were much smaller than Louise's, probably a B-cup, and each nipple was pierced with a silver barbell that caught the light when she moved. She had a black-ink compass tattoo over her hipbone, the needle pointing not north but down to her pussy. She held her arms out with a "ta-da."

"Do you like what you see, Billy?" she asked.

"I do. Can you please untie me so I can figure out what happened to my wife?"

"I'm afraid not, Billy. You see, I'm sooo small and weak." She coyly brought her finger to her lips and bit theatrically, eyes wide with faux-innocence. "A strong man like you might take advantage of me. It's safer for me if you stay tied up." She caressed his chest and traced her hands down his muscles.

"I get the feeling that no man is strong enough to take advantage of you, Selene," he quipped.

"Ha! You're sweet. Well, my sweet Billy. This has been so much fun. Of course, you have something to say to me, don't you?"

"Happy birthday?"

"Exactement, Billy. Thank you. Happy birthday to me, indeed. Thank you again, darling. Come find me again sometime. I might even let you tie me up next time," she laughed brightly.

With that, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips again and dismounted. She dressed quickly, slipped on her heels, and then winked at him while she slipped a small card in the pocket of his robe. She blew him a kiss and left the bedroom without another word.

William was in the room alone again. Still naked. Still tied up. Blinking in shock. What the hell just happened? At least he could see. A few minutes passed. His cock bobbed in the air with each breath.

Then the electronic door lock beep again and swung open. William heard the sound of unsure, stumbling heels in the other room, and then the door to the bedroom swung open after a too-fast knock. Chloe stumbled in, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Her gaze fell directly on William's cock, erection rising again with the sudden excitement. "I--I'm so sorry, sir," she blurted, already rushing to the bedside. Her hands trembled slightly as she fumbled with the leg restraints.

William was hard again immediately at Chloe's touch. His cock throbbed. A drop of precum glistened at the tip. William observed Chloe seeing it and swallowing dryly. Selen had teased him, used him, and walked out without any regard for him. He was... frustrated to say the least.

"There's been... a mix-up. You were supposed to be in Room 208. This was meant for--well, not for you." She paused, eyes darting up and down his still-naked body, her blush deepening. "Please don't tell my manager." She reached up to remove one of his hands from the restraints. Once his right arm was free, William reached across and freed his left.

William shook his head. Maybe she won't get a tip after all. He just hoped he could explain the situation to Louise. He would need to be honest. He tried to resist at first, but he wasn't sure if he had resisted enough. Let's not sugarcoat it, he thought. He probably could have stopped what happened, but he didn't. He hoped Louise would forgive him.

Chloe stood meekly by the bed, clearly embarrassed and ashamed. Part of William wanted to rage at her for potentially endangering his marriage, but this wasn't really her fault. William had been an active participant after the truth was revealed. Rising to his feet, he appreciated how much larger he was than Chloe. She was barely over five feet tall, and William probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds. Fully erect now, he felt Chloe's eyes on his cock. He took half a step forward, and saw Chloe's hands move as if she was tempted to touch him.

"I have to find my wife now, Chloe. But you've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir."

"Your punishment will just have to wait, though, won't it?"

"Yes, sir. Please punish me later," she whispered, looking down at his cock again.

With a laugh, William put his underwear and robe on. He had no other clothes. Everything else was supposed to be in his room. Suite 208. Tying the robe, William felt the card Selene put in his pocket.

"I presume you brought a keycard for me?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Chloe said, handing him a red keycard. "Please accept my apologies again."

"You are not forgiven. Not yet," replied William, taking the keycard and leaving without another word.

Ch. 6 - Suite 208

Louise heard the door unlock and swing open again. She was still naked. She hadn't moved since the men had left. She felt sticky and disgusting. She felt ashamed for what she had done. And now someone was coming in to see her. She pulled the covers up and hoped to disappear.

"William?" she said, stifling a sob. Her voice sounded thin.

"Louise, I'm here," William replied. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked in, barefoot and wearing a robe. His jaw was tight, and his eyes locked on her. He was on a razor's edge of arousal, but to Louise it looked like it might be anger.

"Pull the sheet down all the way. Let me look at you," he commanded.

Louise did as instructed. William saw her ruined body. Her makeup smeared, dry sweat and cum on her chest and face, a wet spot in the bed from the cum that oozed from her. He understood immediately. His Louise was indeed the recipient of the other Louise's airtight fantasy.

He should have been angry. Multiple other men had fucked his wife. Maybe he was a little upset, but mostly he was... hard. Rigid with need. He wanted to ruin his wife even more. To pound her until she forgot all about the other men.

But of course, this wasn't just his wife. And she wasn't his property. Part of him saw this woman, his best friend and partner, and how thoroughly fucked she'd been and... was happy for her? From the look of it, his Louise had enjoyed herself. A lot. On the whole, he realized he was happy his wife had gotten so much pleasure and that she was safe. He knew immediately that everything was going to be okay.

"William..." she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I thought it was you coming in the door at first. But there were four of them. They said it had all been arranged, and that I was in control. I--I could have stopped it but I didn't. One of them kissed me and I couldn't think, I couldn't--my body just--"

She looked down at the wetness still coating her skin. "I tried to say no, but I didn't want to stop, and it felt so--fucking good. I let them do... everything to me. I kept thinking about you, that you'd walk in, that you'd see me, that--" She choked. "Please don't hate me. Please say something. Are you going to leave me?"

"Stop talking," William said. He stepped closer. "I only have one thing to say to you," he said, voice low.

She froze.

He trailed a finger up her cum-slick slit, up her stomach, over her breasts, and into her mouth. "Next time," he growled, "I'm the one taking your ass." Her eyes flashed with recognition as she took his finger into her mouth.

She sat up and hugged him. Hard. Crying tears of relief into his shoulder.

He sat on the bed and kissed her gently. "We're going to be okay, my love. Let me clean you up. Boy do I have a story for you. And I bet you have quite a tale for me."

He scooped her into his arms, like he did when he carried her across the threshold into their honeymoon suite. He walked over to the bathroom and started the water in the luxurious shower for two. The sound of the water on the tile was like rain on the roof during a summer downpour, calming and cleansing.

William told her about Suite 206. He told her about how the concierge Chloe tied him up, naked. Chloe's embarrassed arousal putting the blindfold on him. Waiting naked in the dark. Finally hearing a woman walk in. Eating her to an orgasm when he thought it was his Louise. Realizing it was a different Louise as she mounted him. Fucking her as best as he could even though he knew she wasn't his wife. Her leaving before he could finish. His embarrassment as the concierge came back in to release him, his cock achingly hard with arousal.

Louise listened with rapt attention. Her pussy was wet again. She wished she could have been there. Have seen it. She imagined her handsome husband straining against his bonds and driving this strange woman to the brink. She took his cock in her hands. "You poor man. All of that, and you still haven't cum." She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She could taste the other woman on his cock--salt and musk, slick and faintly sweet. It sent a jolt down her spine. Louise reached between her legs and felt the lingering stickiness blooming again into arousal.

The water was warm now. "Let me wash you," William pulled Louise up by the chin and kissed her full on the lips. "And while I do, you're going to tell me about your evening."

William soaped up a wash cloth and gently washed Louise's body. She could still feel the men's cum in her cunt and ass. She sat on the ledge in the shower and spread her legs. William kissed her cunt gently and ran the soapy cloth up her legs and between. It felt good to feel William's probing fingers. Reclaiming.

Louise told him about dressing in her domme outfit. Waiting for a long time for William to come. Hearing the door enter and four men walking in, each looking at her like she was dinner. About feeling so desired that she went along with it. Being tied down and blindfolded. ("Ha," laughed William. "A lot of that going around tonight."). Sucking cock and tasting another man's cum. Being eaten to orgasm. Being plugged. Taking her first new cock in twenty years. Being taken analy. How much she loved it. Being double penetrated. Taking a third and fourth cock in her mouth. Her explosive, squirting orgasm that tipped all four men over the edge. About her sudden shame and regret. About lying in the bed, leaking cum and fearing that her marriage was over. Her relief that William still wanted to be with her.

William kissed her first between her thighs, then on her chest above her heart, and then on her mouth, the water dripping down both of their faces. "It's OK. I'm not innocent in this either. We both wandered a bit out of bounds tonight. But I'm not mad, and I'm not going to leave you. I hope you don't want to leave me either."

"Of course not. I love you, and I love our life together," she replied.

"So let's enjoy this for what it was, a crazy adventure at The Estate. My only regret now is not being there to watch you take four cocks at once or even better to have been one of them."

"I wish I could have been there with 'other Louise.' I've never told you before, but sometimes I fantasize about watching you with another woman. Holding your cock while she mounts you. Putting you inside her. Maybe even eating her out after you cum in her..." Louise admitted,

"It sounds like we have a lot to talk about. But now that you're clean, we have something very important to do first."

"Oh, what's that?" Louise asked.

"I am going to fuck you so hard that you'll need a wheelchair to take you to dinner."

With that, William turned off the water and pounced. He had been turned on before because of the orgasm Selene denied him. Louise's story pushed him to near insanity with need. He rammed his tongue down her through and squeezed her body into his. She squeaked in surprise and then leaned into him, moaning softly.

He dried her off as best he could while still kissing her, and carried her back to bed.

They fucked face-to-face. William slipped one arm under her thigh and pulled her hips up, locking her into the angle she loved. Her cunt was so wet that he was sliding in and out a little too smoothly, so she clenched down, her muscles squeezing him like a silken vice. It had the added benefit hitting her G-spot just right, pressure building fast. In a short amount of time, Louise was on the brink of orgasm again. He moved his hand to her shoulder and pressed her body into him, slowing his stroke but thrusting at his maximum depth. She could feel his need for her, and his impending release. With a final, powerful thrust, he slammed into her with a grunt. Her orgasm fired just before his. Her husband filled her with his cum. She hugged her arms and legs around him, luxuriating in his familiar size and weight.

Louise and William dressed for dinner at the restaurant. Despite the evening's activities (or maybe because of them) Louise was feeling friskier than usual, so she donned her little black dress with nothing on underneath except nylons held up by a garter belt. She slipped back into her heels. Dominatrix was a role she was not overly familiar with, but a woman out to eat with her husband was one of her favorites. It's funny how the same nylons and shoes can do both.

William dressed in slacks, a white collared shirt, and a blazer. He remembered the card in his robe and reached into the pocket for it. The card read:

Louise Selene Moreau

Adventuress. Collector. Carnivore.

Texas. France. New York.

By Invitation Only

The card had a local phone number and an email.

William handed it to Louise. "She left me her card and told me to contact her."

"She was beautiful, wasn't she?"

William kissed her shoulder. "She was."

Louise smiled. "Next time, I want to play with her too. But first, we need to give Chloe the punishment she clearly needs."

The End.