His Last Shift with Her
# Decades in the Making The hotel hospitality suite the company had booked for your retirement party was a mess of discarded name tags and half-empty drink glasses. You leaned against the dresser, watching everyone leave except Marcus. Yo
Chapter 1
The hotel hospitality suite the company had booked for your retirement party was a mess of discarded name tags and half-empty drink glasses. You leaned against the dresser, watching everyone leave except Marcus. You hadn't seen him in years but he still looked good.
“Twenty years, Megan.” His voice was low, roughened by drink and something else. “And you still look like the reason I couldn’t focus in staff meetings.”
She smiled, playful and saizd, “Stop. You were always a bad liar.”
"Hey Scouts honor", he said.
Megan stepped back toward the bed and sat.
“Well I didn't want you getting into an accident so, mi casa su casa. Two double beds and a pullout in the other room. Your choice.”
"I'll take the double. At least I can fantasize and say we slept in the same room."
You both settled in for the night when you turned toward his bed and saw him standing over you in just his underpants, a big bulge evident. "Man you look perfect and sexy when you're asleep."
You teased, "I dont look perfect and sexy when I'm awake?"
"Hmmm. I dont know. Maybe I need a closer look. He sat next to you, then got under the sheets with you, his face dangerously close.
"Even more perfect", he whispered.
Chapter 2
"Even more perfect," he whispered, and then his mouth claimed yours—soft first, then ravenous, as if two decades had been waiting behind his lips. You didn't push him away or protest. Instead you moaned into the kiss, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. His hand slid down your side, cupping her ass through the thin cotton of your panties. You arched into the heat of his palm.
"I've imagined this a thousand times," Marcus breathed against your neck, teeth grazing the exposed skin. "You in my bed, falling apart under me."
"Then stop imagining and do something," you challenged, voice thick with want. "Just like the time we made out in your new car."
He didn't need more encouragement. He tugged the strap of your camisole down, exposing one of your tits. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard while his other hand slipped beneath your panties. Your hips bucked. "God, you're wet already."
You gasped as his fingers traced your slick folds, then teased your clit in lazy circles. "Marcus… fuck. I should have let you go all the way back then." The admission slipped from you, raw and desperate.
"Say that again," he demanded, and you obliged, your wish for a different past turning into a wanton moan. He hooked his thumbs into your panties and dragged them off, then settled between your thighs. His tongue found your pussy, parting you open with a deliberate, slow lick. You cried out, gripping his hair. He feasted, alternating between deep thrusts and sharp flicks against your clit.
Your legs began to tremble, pleasure coiling tight. Sensing it, Marcus pulled back, his lips shining. "Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come."
'And I want to give you the blowjob you really wanted back then."
Chapter 3
You knelt between his legs and wrapped your fingers around his cock—thick and dark, already slick at the tip. Your tongue traced the ridge of his head, tasting salt and wanting more.
"Jesus, Megan," Marcus groaned, his hips twitching.
"I told you," you murmured against his skin, "I should have done this twenty years ago." Then you took him deep, letting him fill your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, slow and deliberate, watching his face contort above you.
His hand found your hair, not pushing, just holding. "You have no idea how many times I imagined this exact thing. Your lips around me. Those eyes looking up."
You pulled back with a wet pop, stroking him with your fist. "Tell me more. What else did you imagine?"
"Everything," he breathed. "Bending you over my desk. Taking you in the supply closet. Fucking you senseless in the parking garage."
Your pussy clenched at his words. You licked down his shaft, sucking one of his balls into your mouth while your hand kept working him. His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving.
"Fuck, if you keep that up—" He tugged gently at your hair. "Come here. I need to taste you again."
You crawled up his body, skin sliding against skin, and straddled his face. His tongue found your clit immediately, and you rocked against his mouth, your wetness coating his lips. The pressure built, delicious and torturous, his stubble scraping your inner thighs as he devoured you with decades of pent-up hunger.
"Tell me what you remember about that night in your car", you asked. "I was tipsy and my memory is foggy. I do remember soaked panties. Gosh we were so young and both of us basically newlyweds. We were naughty. '
Chapter 4
Marcus's thumb traced your bottom lip, his eyes dark with the memory. "That night in my car... you wore a denim button down shirt and jeans. I kept thinking about popping each one open with my teeth," he laughed.
You shivered at the confession. "I remember your hand on my thigh. You kept inching higher and I kept pretending not to notice."
"Pretending?" He laughed low and dirty. "Your legs fell open the second I touched you. I could feel the heat through your pants. Soaked right through them."
His hand slid down your stomach now, fingers pressing against the wet cotton of your panties just like he described. You whimpered.
"I wanted to rip those jeans off," he continued, voice husky. "Wanted to bend you over the backseat and bury my face in your pussy until you screamed my name. But we heard someone walking toward the car and you scrambled back into your seat like a guilty teenager."
"I remember I wondered and wanted it so bad my clit ached for days after," you admitted, grinding against his hand. "I went home and fucked myself thinking about you."
Marcus groaned, pressing his cock against your hip. "Show me. Show me how you touched yourself that night."
You pulled the sheets back and said, "I'd hide in a closet at home and do this."
Chapter 5
You pushed yourself up on your elbows and let the sheet fall away completely. "In the closet," you murmured, voice thick with the memory. "I'd lean against the wall, shove my hand down my panties, and pretend it was your fingers."
Marcus's gaze burned over her naked body. "Show me exactly how you touched that sweet pussy."
You spread your legs wide and traced a slow line down your belly until your fingers grazed your smooth mound. "I'd start here," you breathed, circling your clit with two fingertips. "Just teasing, like I wanted you to tease me."
"Fuck," Marcus groaned, his cock jerking up toward his stomach. "You'd be dripping."
"Every time." You slid one finger inside yourself with a wet sound. "I'd fuck myself like this—" another finger joined, pumping slowly "—whispering your name so no one heard."
He knelt beside you, stroking his shaft in time with your rhythm. "Dirty girl. Did you come thinking about me?"
"Always." You curled your fingers, finding that spot, and a shudder ran through you. "I'd bite my lip so I wouldn't scream when I came. Right... here..." Your hips lifted, your own hand driving you toward the edge.
Marcus couldn't wait any longer. He nudged your fingers aside and replaced them with his cock, sinking deep into your heat. "Now you don't have to stay quiet."
She cried out, legs locking around his waist. "No Marcus. We shouldn't. I'm married.........ohhhhh fuck.Harder. Fuck me like you wanted to that night."
He slammed into you, the sound of your bodies slapping wet and obscene. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Say it."
"Yours," you panted, nails raking his back. "I'm yours tonight."
Those words broke something in him. He gripped your hips and pounded into you without mercy, the base of his cock grinding against your clit with every thrust. You screamed, back arching, pussy clamping down like a vise as your orgasm ripped through you—hot and violent, your juices soaking his balls.
"Gonna cum," Marcus growled, his rhythm turning frantic. "Where?"
"Inside me," you begged, still shivering with aftershocks. "Fill me up, Marcus."
He buried himself to the hilt and roared, spurting deep, hot ropes of cum flooding your womb as you clenched around him, milking every drop.
You collapsed together, chests heaving, his softening cock still nestled inside your warmth. Marcus pressed his forehead to yours, breath ragged. "Twenty years... worth the wait."
Megan smiled, running a lazy hand down his back. "And I'm not letting you go in the morning."
As you both were recovering you held each other and caught up. Both had marriages that had soured, but had an additional complication. A 25 year affair.
Marcus calmly asked, "So is he still in the picture? Is he a distraction or is he more?"
You were honest and told him you had fallen in love and you've been together longer than some married couples. But it was getting harder to see each other and your lover thought retirement might make it even worse.
Marcus sighed and said, "Lucky guy. So where does that put me? What just happened doesn't feel like a one night stand."
Chapter 6
You traced lazy circles on Marcus's chest, the scent of the sex thick in the hotel air. "You're asking if I want you to be more than tonight."
"I'm asking if there's room." Marcus's voice stayed steady, but his hand on your hip tightened. "Twenty years I wondered. Now I know what you taste like, what you sound like when you come. I'm not walking away clean."
You lifted your head, meeting his eyes. The truth sat heavy between you—Victor, the years, the love you had built in secret. But Marcus's thumb stroked your skin like he'd been doing it for decades.
"There's no clean version of this," you said. "Victor's real. He's not going anywhere. But neither are you, if you're asking me what I want."
Marcus pulled you on top of him, his spent cock stirring against your wet thigh. "I'm asking."
Yiu kissed him slowly, deepening it until his hands fisted in your hair. When you broke away, your lips brushed his jaw. "Then you're staying. Both of you—however that works. We figure it out."
"Just like that?"
Your laugh was breathless, disbelieving. "Just like that. Twenty years, Marcus. I'm done pretending I don't want what I want."
He rolled you beneath him, already half-hard, settling between your thighs without pushing further. Just the weight of him, the promise. "Then we start now. No more waiting."
His mouth found your neck, your collarbone, working lower while you arched beneath him. No rush this time—exploration, worship, the slow mapping of a body he intended to learn completely. By the time his lips closed around your nipple, you were trembling, fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Marcus..."
"I know," he murmured against your skin. "All night. We've got time."
"Marcus, take me again. Make me scream.'
Chapter 7
Marcus's grin was feral. "You want me to make you scream? In front of God and this cheap hotel art?" He flipped her roughly onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. "Or maybe you want someone to hear."
Megan clawed at the sheets, arching her ass high. "I want you to fucking wreck me. Make me forget my name. And maybe later, Victor can remind me."
His laugh was dark, and his palm cracked across her ass, the sting sharp and electric. "You're a greedy little slut, aren't you? You want both our cocks, don't you?"
"Yes," she hissed, pushing back against him. "I want you both to use me. Fill me up. Take turns fucking my pussy until I can't walk."
Marcus's cock, slick with her earlier arousal, notched at her entrance. He didn't tease. He slammed into her, balls deep, and she let out a shattered cry.
"That's it," he growled, gripping her hips and driving hard, fast, each thrust jolting her body. "Scream for me. Let the whole floor know who's fucking you senseless."
The bed frame thumped against the wall. Megan buried her face in the mattress, but Marcus grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing a raw moan from her throat. "Louder. I said scream, Megan."
She gave up any pretense, wailing with each brutal thrust, her pussy clenching around him. The filthy slapping of flesh mingled with their curses. "Fuck, Marcus, don't stop, I'm gonna come—"
"That's my girl. Come all over this cock. Then I'll pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."
Her orgasm detonated, vision whiting out as her cunt spasmed violently. Marcus felt it, and with a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, hot jet after jet flooding her deep.
For a moment, they collapsed, panting, his weight pressing her into the damp sheets.
Then, softly, she kissed him. "We'll figure it out. If you can be patient and take what times I can give you and not get possessive, maybe we can make it work. I'm not giving up Victor and I want you, too. Is that selfish and can you live with that?"
Chapter 8
Marcus's fingers traced lazy circles on your hip while he held your gaze. The question hung between them like smoke.
"You're asking if I can share you." His voice was steady now, post-sex haze sharpening into something more deliberate. "If I can watch you walk out this door tomorrow and go to another man's bed."
You didn't flinch. "That's exactly what I'm asking."
He exhaled slowly, then surprised you by smiling — not bitter, but almost admiring. "Twenty years ago? No fucking way. I'd have been jealous just watching you talk to the mailroom guy." His thumb pressed into the soft flesh above your ass. "But twenty years teaches you something about wanting what you can't have."
"I'm not saying you can't have me." You rolled onto your side, facing him fully now, their bodies still slick with shared sweat. "I'm saying you can't have *all* of me."
Marcus nodded slowly, processing it like a man unwrapping something delicate.
"So what do I get?"
You reached between them, fingertips walking down his chest toward his half-hard cock. "Whatever works out. Victor has learned he has to plan way in advance to see .e. He hates it. Sometimes it could be nooners or lunch quickies when schedules align. Sometimes, not often, it can be an overnight visit. Those are hard to pull off. You have to remember, its not just Victor. I have a husband, friends, hobbies. Victor calls then circles and says I have a lot of them. I know my busy schedule hurts him, but he has stuck through a lot. He questionswhether I reallywant him sometimes, but its just my life. So thats what you're looking at getting involved with. A busy person who may unintentionally make you think like she doesn't have time for you or cares."
You wrapped your hand around him gently — not stroking yet, just *holding*. "And that is my, and his reality."
Chapter 9
Marcus let out a long breath, his cock stirring against your palm but his mind clearly elsewhere. "Jesus, Megan. When you lay it all out like that..."
"It's a lot," you finished for him. "And I still have to figure what, if anything, I tell Victor."
He shifted onto his back, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His erection softened slightly — not from disinterest, but from the weight of what you'd just said. "Does he know about me? About tonight?"
"Victor talks about not owning me or being exclusive. He's married, too, so there's that. He doesn't know about you specifically." Your fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. "That's partly what I mean. If this goes anywhere, he deserves to know."
Marcus turned his head, eyes searching your face. "You'd let me be the one to make the decision for you to tell him?"
"I'd let you share your opinion." You shifted closer, leg draping over his thigh. "Some men want transparency. Others don't want to know details. What kind are you?"
He was quiet for a long moment. Then his hand found your hip again, grip firmer this time. "I don't know yet. But I know I'm not walking away." His thumb pressed into the crease where thigh met pelvis. "Twenty years, Megan. I can handle complicated."
You smiled, slow and heated, and guided his hand lower. "Then let's see what else you can handle."
Without telling Marcus, you decide to make a video of what happens next and then, when you see Victor, tie him up and make him watch.
Chapter 10
You reached for your phone on the nightstand, pretending to check the time. Instead, you angled it against the lamp base, camera facing the bed. Record. Red dot blinking.
Marcus didn't notice. He was too focused on working his fingers inside you, two knuckles deep, his thumb circling your clit with practiced pressure.
"God, you're wet," he murmured against your throat. "Is this all for me?"
"All for you." Your voice hitched as his fingers curled. "Don't stop."
He didn't. His mouth traveled down your body, tongue tracing the curve of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple until it pebbled hard. You arched into him, one hand fisting the sheets, the other reaching down to grip his wrist — not to stop him, but to hold him there.
"Been thinking about this mouth for twenty years," you gasped. "Wondering what it could do."
Marcus lifted his head, eyes dark and hungry. "Let me show you."
He shifted lower, shoulders spreading your thighs wide. His breath was hot against your shaved pussy, deliberate and teasing. You watched the phone's tiny red light, knowing Victor would see this — every gasp, every tremble, every desperate sound you made.
Marcus's tongue flattened against you in one long, slow lick.
"Fuck," you whimpered, hips bucking.
He did it again, slower, savoring. His lips closed around your clit and sucked, and your vision blurred at the edges. You were panting now, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The camera captured everything — his dark skin against your thighs, the wet sounds of his mouth working you, your face contorted with pleasure.
"More," you begged. "Please, Marcus..."
He groaned against your flesh, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. One finger pushed inside you, then two, pumping in rhythm with his tongue. Your legs began to shake. The pressure built, coiling tight and hot in your belly.
You were close. So close. But you weren't ready for this to end — not for you, and not for the video.
"Wait," you breathed, tugging his hair. "Wait. I want to taste you too."
Chapter 11
You shifted, pushing Marcus onto his back with a mischievous grin. “My turn,” you whispered, kissing down his chest, your tongue tracing the hard lines of his stomach. The red light on the phone still blinked, capturing every move for Victor.
Marcus’s breath hitched as you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and dark, already slick with need. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the heat and weight. “Twenty years I’ve wondered about this,” you murmured, looking up at him. “Now I get to taste it.”
You lowered your mouth, dragging your tongue along the underside from base to tip. Marcus groaned, his hips twitching. You teased the head with your lips, letting your saliva coat the ridge before taking him in. The salt of his skin mixed with your own hunger.
“Look at me,” you ordered, and when his eyes met yours, you sank down further, taking him deep. The camera caught the way your cheeks hollowed, the wet sounds of your mouth working him. You wanted Victor to see every second of this—how much you wanted Marcus.
Your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t reach, twisting on the upstroke. Marcus’s fingers tangled in your hair, not forcing but holding on. His thighs tensed, and you sensed the rising edge. But you weren’t done.
You pulled off with a lewd pop, a string of spit connecting you to him. “Not yet,” you breathed, licking your lips. “I’ve got more planned.” You crawled up his body until you straddled his hips, your slick pussy hovering just above his cock. The heat was unbearable, but you just ground against him, not taking him in.
“We’re just getting started,” you said, and the camera kept recording.
Chapter 12
“You want me to fill you?", Marcus growled.
"Yes. Fuck me like its a contest and you want to give me the biggest and best orgasms and always want you if I have to pick.'
Chapter 13
Marcus grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your ass into the air. "You want a contest? I'll give you something Victor can't touch."
His cock slammed into your pussy from behind, and you cried out, fingers clawing the sheets. The camera on the nightstand caught everything—your arched back, his dark hands gripping your pale thighs, the wet sounds of him pounding into you.
"This pussy's been mine for twenty years," he growled, driving deeper. "He just warmed it up for me."
Megan pushed back against every thrust, sweat slicking their skin. "Don't stop. Make me feel it tomorrow."
He reached around and worked your clit with rough fingers, his rhythm brutal and perfect. The pressure built sharp and sudden—your whole body tightening around his cock.
"Come for me, Megan. Now."
You shattered, screaming into the pillow as your pussy clenched and spasmed, milking him. Marcus buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, hot cum flooding you in thick pulses.
You collapsed together, panting. He kissed your shoulder blade softly.
You smiled knowing you would be getting a hard jealous fuck when you showed the video to Victor when you saw him in an hour.
Chapter 14
Victor watched the video in silence, his jaw tight, thumb hovering over the screen. When it ended, he looked at you with something dark and hungry twisting behind his eyes.
"You let him fuck you like that?"
You nodded slowly, unbuttoning your blouse. "Because I knew you'd want to show me who I really belong to."
He was on you in seconds—tossing you onto the hotel bed, yanking your skirt up, tearing your panties aside with one rough pull. No foreplay. No teasing. Just pure, jealous need.
"You think he knows how to make you scream?" Victor shoved his cock inside you with one brutal thrust, and your back arched off the mattress. "You think he owns this pussy?"
"Fuck—no," you gasped, gripping his shoulders.
He fucked you hard, each stroke punishing, claiming. His dark skin gleamed with sweat, his full lips pressed against your ear. "This is mine. You're mine."
You came with a raw, broken cry, pussy clenching around him. Victor groaned and spilled deep inside you, hot and fierce, his forehead pressed to yours.
Long seconds passed before he spoke again.
"He can't fuck you like that. Nobody can."
You smiled, still shaking. "I know."
Victor didn't know you had recorded the session. When he went to the bathroom you sent the video to Marcus. Maybe you'd show his reaction to Victor. You hadn't decided yet.
Chapter 15
Marcus’s phone lit up with the video. He watched in silence, his cock throbbing as Victor slammed into you, possessive and raw. His jaw clenched. The message beneath it read: *Think you can do better?*
He fired back a single line: *I’m coming over.*
You responded: *No. Not empty handed. We need to be fair. He is sharing. You need to show youre committed by sharing, too. Bring your wife or girlfriend. Either one but Victor gets to taste her since you tasted me. You cannot come here alone.*
Chapter 16
Marcus showed up forty minutes later with a woman you didn't recognize. Tall, caramel skin, sharp eyes that assessed the room before she even spoke.
"This is Alisha," Marcus said, his hand resting on her lower back. "My ex. She knows the score. Megan? Alisha and I are still close. We broke up amicably so this isn't easy and I hope it stays respectful.
Victor was already naked on the bed, still slick from fucking you. He sat up, eyes roaming over Alisha with undisguised hunger.
Alisha smiled, slow and dangerous. "Heard you've been sharing your wife. Fair's fair. Fuck respectful baby
I want to suck and thay that man's cock."
She crossed to Victor without hesitation, straddling him, her dress riding up as she ground against his already-hard cock. He groaned, hands gripping her hips.
Marcus moved to you, pulling you against his chest, his mouth finding your neck. "You wanted fair," he murmured. "Watch him taste her while I taste you again."
Across the room, Alisha sank down onto Victor's cock with a raw moan, her head thrown back. He filled her completely, his dark hands spreading her ass cheeks as she rode him.
Marcus pushed you onto the other bed, spreading your legs wide. His tongue found your clit as Alisha screamed through her first orgasm on your husband's cock.
"She's tight," Victor grunted, fucking up into her. "Almost as tight as you."
Marcus sucked hard, two fingers buried in your wet pussy, curling until you gasped. "Come for me while he fucks her."
The room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh, dual moans, Alisha begging Victor to go harder. You locked eyes with Alisha as she shattered again, and the connection sent you over the edge with a guttural cry.
Marcus replaced his fingers with his cock, driving deep as your orgasm clenched around him. "That's it. Take all of it."
Victor flipped Alisha onto all fours, mounting her from behind with brutal strokes. "Look at her," he commanded. "Look at what you started."
You watched as Marcus pounded into you and Victor wrecked Alisha, the two of you crying out in rhythm, shared ecstasy becoming something primal and complete.
Marcus's thrusts grew desperate. "Gonna fill you up," he groaned, and the hot rush of his cum triggered your second climax, your pussy milking him dry.
Victor followed seconds later, roaring his release into Alisha's trembling body. She collapsed forward with a satisfied whimper.
You all lay there panting, tangled and spent. Marcus kissed your shoulder. "That's how we share," he whispered.
Victor pulled Alisha against his chest, stroking her hair. "Welcome to the family."
You asked if we could an overnight swap. You and Marcus for a night and me and Alisha for a night. No holds barred. The only caveat is that the couples record their activities for their partners to view later.
Chapter 17
The camera was already set up on the dresser, its red light a steady blink in the dim room. You knelt on the bed, naked, watching Marcus strip off his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, already slick at the tip.
“Tell me what you want them to see,” Marcus said, his voice a low rumble.
“Everything.” You spread your knees wider, reaching down to part your pussy lips with two fingers. “I want Victor to watch you fuck me until I can’t walk. I want Alisha to hear me beg for your cum.”
Marcus groaned, crawling onto the bed. He positioned himself behind you, pulling your hips up so your ass pressed against his stomach. “Say it again. Louder.”
“Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me like you own this pussy.”
He drove into you with one brutal thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, fingers fisting the sheets. Every stroke was punishing, precise, hitting that deep spot that made your vision blur.
“That’s right,” he grunted, his hips slapping against your ass. “Take all of it. You’re mine tonight.”
“Yours,” you gasped. “Only yours. Harder—please—”
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. “Look at the camera. Let him see what he’s missing.”
You locked eyes with the lens, mouth open, a shameless whine escaping with each thrust. The angle would capture everything—your trembling thighs, the wet shine on his cock, the way your body surrendered.
Marcus’s rhythm stuttered. “Gonna fill this pussy up,” he growled. “Tell me where you want it.”
“Inside me,” you sobbed. “Please, Marcus, come inside me—now—yes—”
The first hot pulse sent you over the edge. You screamed his name, pussy clamping down, milking every drop as he roared his release against your shoulder. The camera caught it all: your helpless writhing, the slick evidence dripping down your thighs when he finally pulled out.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. “Christ, Megan.” He kissed your temple, hand resting protectively over your still-quivering belly. “I hope he’s recording Alisha half as well as we just did.”
You laughed, breathless. “Victor’s gonna lose his mind.” You tilted your face up, finding his mouth. “But tonight? You’re my husband. And I want you to fuck me again before the camera battery dies.”
Chapter 18
The camera captured everything from its perch on the dresser. Across town, Victor's phone buzzed with the live stream notification.
"Fuck," he breathed, Alisha pressed against his side on the hotel bed. "Look at her taking him."
Alisha's eyes widened as she watched Megan's body jerk with each of Marcus's thrusts. "She's really putting on a show for you."
Victor's cock hardened watching his wife get railed. "Two can play that game." He angled his phone toward the bed, hitting record. "Get on your knees, Alisha."
She obeyed instantly, crawling between his legs. The camera caught her wicked smile before she swallowed him whole.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured around his shaft.
"Make me forget her name."
Alisha worked him with practiced skill, her tongue tracing veins, her throat relaxing to take him deeper. Victor groaned, one hand fisting her hair while the other kept the phone steady.
"That's it," he grunted. "Suck my cock like the dirty slut you are."
She moaned around him, the vibration pushing him closer. On screen, Megan screamed through her orgasm as Marcus filled her. The sound broke something in Victor.
"Fuck—I'm gonna cum," he warned.
Alisha pulled back just enough to stroke him hard and fast, aiming at her own face. The first rope painted her cheek. The second streaked across her parted lips. She stuck out her tongue for the rest.
Victor kept filming until he was spent, then pulled her up for a rough kiss. "Send that to your husband," he growled against her mouth.
"Oh, I plan to." She licked his cum from her lips and smiled at the camera. "Let's give them something to compete with. Recover fast and fuck me hard baby."
Chapter 19
Marcus’s phone buzzed against the nightstand — a private clip from Alisha’s number, thumbnail already playing a loop of Victor’s face contorted in pleasure.
“She sent what.” Megan grabbed it before he could react.
The screen filled with Victor’s rigid cock sliding between Alisha’s glossy lips, her throat working him while he groaned obscenities at the camera. Then his hand fisted her hair harder as thick ropes of cum splattered across her cheekbone and ready tongue.
Megan’s stomach knotted so tight she stopped breathing for three full seconds.
“Turn it off,” she said flatly.
Marcus reached for it gently but she tossed it onto the bed like something venomous. “The point was *us* making *him* jealous — not some flip-side performance where he gets his dick sucked by your fucking ex-wife on camera.”
She was already snatching her dress from the floor, jerking it over trembling shoulders.
“Hey — Megan —” Marcus stood blocking her path toward the door “— this is exactly what we wanted.”
“No.” Her voice cracked raw and razor-sharp both at once. “What *I* wanted was Victor watching *me* get railed knowing I was still his goddamn wife before anything else tonight.” She shoved feet into heels like weapons loading into boots “And now I’ve got that image burned behind my eyes of him calling someone else a dirty slut while staring right at our feed.”
She grabbed her own phone and started texting.
"Its one thing to fuck in front of each other. Its performative and fun", you said to Marcus. ""But alone, he seems really into her, and not just physically. If she fucks him as good as she blows him, she might take him."
"Megan, when you're with me, its real and we belong to each other. What's the difference? You suck me like she just sucked him."
You had to think before you went to reclaim Victor. Or, she thought deviously, to share him. But what about Marcus?
Chapter 20
You grabbed your phone and typed furiously: *"Stay where you are. Don't move. Don't come inside her. I'm coming over."*
Hit send.
"If she takes him from me," you said to Marcus while slipping on your heels, "then I take him back. Tonight. With you there. Understand?"
Marcus stood slowly, his cock still half-hard from earlier. "You want me to come with you?"
"I want you to watch. I want him to watch. Then I want both of you to fuck me until neither of you remembers her name."
The walk down the hallway felt like a fever dream — your pussy already wet, your nipples hard against the fabric of your dress. You knocked once.
Victor opened the door shirtless, Alisha behind him on the bed wearing nothing but a smug smile.
"Get out," you said to her.
"Excuse me?"
You stepped inside, Marcus behind you. "I said get the fuck out. This is between me and my husband now."
Alisha looked at Marcus. He shrugged. "You heard her."
She grabbed her clothes and left without another word.
Victor stood there, his erection still visible through his boxers. "What the hell, Megan?"
You dropped to your knees.
"I'm going to suck your cock," you said, pulling his boxers down, "and you're going to watch Marcus fuck me from behind. Then you're both going to come inside me. One after the other."
Victor's dick twitched inches from your lips. "You're insane."
"You made me insane." You took him deep into your mouth, tasting Alisha's saliva still on his shaft, and you didn't care — you licked it clean, replaced it with your own claiming spit while Marcus stepped behind you and lifted your dress.
"God damn," Marcus whispered, positioning his cock at your soaked entrance.
You pulled off Victor just long enough to say: "Fuck me hard, Marcus. Make him watch what's his getting taken."
Marcus slammed inside you at the same moment you swallowed Victor whole again. The room filled with wet sounds and male groans, your body rocking between two cocks, two men who wanted you, two men who were about to fill you completely.
"Fuck, Megan," Victor grunted, his hand fisting your hair. "You're really going to take both of us?"
You couldn't answer with your mouth full, so you just reached back and spread your ass cheeks wider, inviting deeper penetration from Marcus while your throat worked Victor's shaft.
Marcus gripped your hips harder. "I'm close. Where do you want it?"
You pulled off Victor with a gasp. "Inside. Then him. I want to feel both loads dripping out of me."
Marcus groaned and buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as hot cum flooded your pussy. The sensation triggered Victor — he grabbed his own shaft, stroked twice, and aimed at your open mouth. You caught most of it on your tongue while the rest splattered your chin and breasts.
You collapsed forward onto Victor's thighs, Marcus still inside you, both men breathing ragged, your body a mess of sweat and semen and satisfaction.
"Mine," you whispered. "Both of you. Mine."
Alisha hadn't left. She stood watching. She stepped forward. "You don't call the shots Megan. What you just got, I get. Then Marcus can decide if he wants to be a shared piece of meat or leave with me. But right now, I get mine." And she got on all fours.
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Alisha didn't move from all fours, her pussy glistening, her lips pulled apart. She locked eyes with Megan. “You think you can claim both men and just send me away? I want what you got — right now.”
Marcus looked between the two women, his cock still slick from Megan’s juices.
“Don’t just stand there, Marcus,” Megan said, her voice rough with something that sounded like want. “Fuck her. Let me watch you ruin her.”
Victor snorted a laugh. “Hell yes.”
Marcus grabbed Alisha’s hips, yanking her back onto his cock in one savage stroke. She screamed, her back arching like a drawn bow.
“That’s it,” she panted, pushing back against him. “Fuck me like you wanted to all those years ago.”
Marcus dug his fingers into her ass, pounding into her pussy with wet, slapping sounds. “You wanted this, you slut? You wanted my cock while my woman watched?”
“Yes!” Alisha wailed. “Oh, fuck, yes! I wanted her to see you take me—take everything!”
Megan slid her hand between her own thighs, stroking her clit while Victor palmed her breast. They watched Marcus hammer into Alisha, his balls tightening, his shaft glistening with her cream.
Alisha bucked, her cries fragmenting. “I’m gonna cum — right there, right there, don’t stop —”
Marcus reached around, rubbing her clit in rough circles as he drove deep. “Cum on my cock. Now.”
She shattered, her whole body seizing, her pussy milking him as she shrieked. Marcus groaned, jerked, and then he was coming too, hot spurts flooding her insides, his hips stuttering.
He collapsed over her, breathing ragged, still inside. The room smelled of sex and sweat.
Megan’s fingers were wet. Victor’s grin was feral. “Looks like we’re all just pieces of meat tonight,” he said.
Marcus pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down Alisha’s thighs. She slumped onto the bed, laughing breathlessly. “Your turn, Megan.”
Two beds. Two couples. Marcus fucking you and Alisha fucking Victor. But watching her skills did make you jealous. You knew you'd have to talk to Victor later. You did not want him falling for her emotionally
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Megan watched Victor's hands slide up Alisha's thighs, parting them wide as he positioned himself between her legs. The jealousy was acid in her throat.
"Slow down, cowboy," she said, crawling across the bed toward them. "I want to see you make her beg for it."
Alisha moaned, her hips tilting up. "Please — yes, make me beg."
Victor grinned, his cockhead teasing her slick pussy lips without pushing in. "You hear that? She's already desperate."
Megan knelt beside them, her fingers trailing down Victor's spine. "Keep her right there. Right on the edge."
He rubbed his shaft against Alisha's clit, wet sounds filling the room. Alisha's fingers clawed the sheets. "God, please — I need it inside me."
"Not yet." Megan's voice was sharp. She met Alisha's wild eyes. "You don't get fucked until I say so."
Marcus propped himself up on the other bed, stroking his half-hard cock as he watched. "She's got you both by the balls."
Victor laughed, but his hips trembled with restraint. Alisha whimpered, her pussy clenching around nothing. Megan leaned close to her ear.
"I see the way you look at him. Don't think for a second I'm letting him fall for you." She bit Alisha's earlobe, hard. "Tonight, you're just a warm hole. Nothing more."
Alisha's breath hitched — not with insult, but with twisted pleasure. "Yes. Use me."
Megan sat back, still in control, her own thighs wet. "Not yet."