The dim glow of the hotel bar had done little to mask the hunger in their eyes—his and hers—as they leaned in close, their fingers brushing against his arm like sparks against kindling. The air between them had been thick with something unspoken, a current of need that pulled them all toward the inevitable. Now, the door to his suite clicked shut behind them, sealing the three of them in a space charged with the promise of what was to come.
The wife—Lena—was the first to break the silence. Her lips parted, a slow exhale escaping as she stepped forward, her heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet. She was all curves in that dress, the fabric clinging to the swell of her hips, the deep V of the neckline teasing the soft flesh of her cleavage. Her husband, Mark, stood just behind her, his broad frame casting a shadow over her shoulder, his fingers already twitching with the need to touch. His gaze flicked between them, dark and knowing, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth like he was savouring the moment before the first bite of a feast.

Lena didn’t wait for permission. She closed the distance between them in two swift strides, her hands pressing against his chest as she rose onto her toes. Their lips crashed together, a collision of heat and hunger, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a boldness that made his cock twitch behind his zipper. She tasted like whiskey and sin, her breath hot against his skin as she moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. Mark watched, his breath hitching, his own arousal straining against his slacks. The sound of their mouths working together filled the room—wet, obscene, the kind of noise that made his balls ache.
“Fuck,” Mark murmured, his voice rough, his hands finally moving. He stepped forward, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of Lena’s dress. The metal teeth parted with a whisper, the fabric slithering down her shoulders to pool at her waist, revealing the lacy black bra that barely contained her heavy tits. Her skin was warm under his touch, her back arching slightly as he traced the line of her spine down to the curve of her ass. He didn’t stop there. His palm cupped one cheek, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp into the kiss before his fingers slid lower, brushing against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s eager,” Mark teased, his breath hot against the shell of his ear as he pressed closer, his chest against his back. His hands moved to his belt, deft fingers working the leather free before tugging his shirt from his waistband. The fabric joined Lena’s dress on the floor, and then Mark’s hands were on him, palming his cock through his boxers, stroking the length with a slow, deliberate pressure that made his hips jerk forward. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Lena pulled back just enough to watch, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with lust. She reached for him too, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down in one sharp motion. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already slick with precum. She didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out, swiping a broad stripe up the underside, her lips parting as she took him into the wet heat of her mouth. The sensation was immediate—her throat fluttering around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.

Mark groaned, his hands finding her hair, gathering the dark strands into a loose ponytail as he guided her movements. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his own cock pressing against his thigh, leaking. “Take him all the way.” He didn’t just watch. He leaned in, his mouth finding the base of his shaft, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin just above his balls. The dual sensation—her throat massaging the head, Mark’s lips and tongue working the root—made his knees weak. His fingers tangled in Lena’s hair, his other hand gripping Mark’s shoulder for balance as they worked him in tandem, their mouths moving in a rhythm that had his hips rocking forward, chasing the pleasure building at the base of his spine.
“Fuck, just like that,” he gasped, his voice rough. Lena pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening, her breath coming in short pants. She turned her head, catching Mark’s mouth in a filthy kiss, sharing his taste between them. Mark growled into it, his hand sliding down to grip his cock, stroking himself as he kissed his wife like he was starving for her. Their tongues tangled, their teeth clashing, the sound obscene and desperate. When they broke apart, Lena’s lips were swollen, her chin shiny with spit and precum, her eyes glazed with need.

“On your knees, slut,” Mark ordered, his voice a dark purr. Lena obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the carpet, her ass high in the air, her thighs already glistening with arousal. She looked back at them over her shoulder, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, revealing the slick, pink flesh beneath. “You want us to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips rocking back, her clit already throbbing. “Please, fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, his cock twitching as he lined himself up with her entrance. The first press of his head against her soaked folds made them both groan—she was dripping, her pussy clenching around nothing as she pushed back against him. He gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he slid home in one long, smooth thrust. The sound she made—deep, guttural, almost a sob—sent a jolt of pure lust through him. She was tight, her walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her clit.
Mark didn’t waste time. He stepped in front of her, his cock already in his hand, the thick head pressing against her lips. “Open up, baby,” he commanded, and she did, her mouth falling open as he fed himself between her lips. The sight of her throat bulging around her husband’s cock, her eyes watering as he fucked her face with short, sharp thrusts, was almost enough to make him come right then. He gripped her hips harder, pulling back before slamming into her again, his balls slapping against her clit with each snap of his hips.
The room filled with the filthy sounds of their fucking—wet, sloppy blows jobs, the obscene squelch of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy, Lena’s muffled moans vibrating around Mark’s shaft. Her fingers clawed at the carpet, her body rocking between them, her tits swaying with each brutal thrust. Mark’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips stuttering as he fucked her mouth like he owned it.

Lena whimpered around him, her throat working. Mark groaned, his cock jerking as if about to come so he pulled out in hopes to last a little longer to keep up with the younger man inside his wife's pussy. She smiled, a string of spit and precum connecting her mouth to his cock before it snapped, her chin shiny with it.
She looks behind as her new lover gripped her hips, pulling out of her pussy with a wet sound, his cock glistening with her arousal. Before she could protest, he pressed the head against her tight asshole, the muscle clenching resistantly.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You can take it.” And she did, her body yielding as he pushed forward, her ass swallowing the thick head inch by inch. The burn was delicious, her walls gripping him like a vice as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her soaked pussy. She cried out, the sound raw and needy, her fingers digging into the carpet as he started to move.
Mark watched, his cock ready to go again as he stroked himself. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Taking his cock in that tight little ass like a good slut.” He stepped forward, his cock brushing against her lips. “Suck me, baby”
Lena obeyed, her mouth falling open as she took him between her lips, her tongue swirling around the head and then taking him all the way, licking his balls while he glided slowly down her throat.

The men swapped positions. Mark taking his wife's ass with his well lubricated cock, and her lover now underneath her and inside her dripping wet pussy, playing with her heaving tits and kissing her, tongues flitting around.
With a groan, mark pulled out, his cock slipping free of her ass with a wet sound. Before she could react, he pulls his wife's hips up, disengaging the lovers fat cock, and thrusting in himself with desperate brutal thrusts, they moan together, he shoots deep in her pussy as she kisses the other man.
Mark pulls out, cum dripping out on the lovers cock. He presents to Lena's mouth and she slurps the mess up and kisses his dick in front of the lovers face.
He slides out from underneath, drops to his knees behind her, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, glistening, her husband’s cum already dripping from her stretched hole. He didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue spearing into her cunt, lapping up the mix of their fluids. Lena cried out, her body jerking as he fucked her with his tongue, his nose pressing against her clit.
“Oh god—” she sobbed. He could taste them both—salt and musk and the sharp tang of her arousal. It was intoxicating. He sucked her clit between his lips, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he slid two fingers into her pussy, curling them to stroke her inner walls. She came with a broken cry, her thighs trembling, her pussy flooding his mouth with her release.

He didn’t let her recover. He rose to his feet, his cock throbbing, the head already pressing against her entrance. In one sharp thrust, he was inside her again, her walls clenching around him like a fist. She was soaked, her pussy slick with her own arousal and Mark’s come, the squelching sound filling the room as he fucked her hard. His hands found her tits, squeezing the heavy flesh, his thumbs rolling over her stiff nipples as he pounded into her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his hips snapping against her ass. Lena whimpered, her body rocking back against him, her pussy fluttering around his cock.
“Come inside her,” Mark ordered, his voice rough as he stroked himself. “Fill her up.”
The command sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, his cock jerking as he emptied his heavy balls into her, his cum mixing with Mark’s inside her. Lena cried out, her pussy milking him, her body trembling as her own orgasm crashed over her. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside her.