“I’ll see you at the hotel room tonight xoxo”
The text on your phone flashed maddeningly in my memory.
The text to me read
“Honey, I’m going to be working late again, these new recruits are fucking everything up. Don’t wait up for me. Kiss the kids. I love you.”
I guess you forgot to delete the other one… but after some digging, I was able to discover where the “hotel room” was.
And here I am.
I guess you didn’t see the need to register under a different name. How would I know? You didn’t pay with our cards. There was no reason for you to hide. It was a simple matter to show them my ID and get a key after tearfully explaining that I had misplaced mine and couldn’t get ahold of you. It’s funny how the tears of a woman can open so many doors….
Quietly, I walked to the room. 603. Top floor. This place was… well, it was very nice. Infinitely better than the places we usually go to when we’re on vacation. I don’t know if she picked it or if you did, but I was jealous. And something else… this woman was getting you, my husband. She was getting the best of you. While I was left with the scraps.
Curiously, an ache blossomed in my belly and snaked its way down. Not the reaction I expected when I furiously arranged for a babysitter tonight so that I could catch you with your pants down and your cock in someone else’s cunt.
I pressed my ear to the door, listening. At first I heard nothing. But then.. a moan. A sigh. I jumped back, shocked. My heart pounding. The ache in my belly, in my cunt intensifying. The rage I had felt since finding the texts, finding the proof of your infidelity dissipated. I felt my nipples stiffen underneath my shirt.
I took a deep breath and quickly inserted the key card. The light flashed from red to green. A soft scream could be heard from behind the door. I grasped the handle of the door, pushed it down quietly, steeled myself and pushed the door open.
Of course you both heard the door open. I heard you muttering a curse that the do not disturb hanger was on the door, why the fuck were you being disturbed?
And then you turned your head and saw me. Your cock still buried in her—she had also turned her head back to see me standing there.
And there was silence.
The look in your eyes… fury… only fury. Hers held shame and defiance.
She was younger than me. Her body that of a tight and well maintained woman who has never had children. Her skin smooth and blemish free. There would be no stretch marks on her from bearing a child for 40 weeks. No, she was as close to flawless as can be. She was leaning over the edge of the high bed, her large breasts pressed against the mattress, her long hair fanned over her back and gripped in your pulling fist. Her long legs wearing the stockings that you are so fond of. Her luscious lips around a ball gag—one that I recognized as my own, along with my wrist and ankle cuffs. My collar. All of these things mine. Things you haven’t used with me in so very long.
You, standing there, your cock buried in her. Your hand buried in her hair, pulling her head back. Your hand around her small waist, gripping her.
I sat down. More like my legs collapsed under me and a chair just happened to be there. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Everything just.. .disappeared.
But not for the reasons you would think.
“Please… continue” I whispered. Barely able to choke the words out. Desire and longing were tearing through my body.
“What?!?” you exclaimed “What the fuck are you… what?” confused. I could understand your confusion. Along with the tendrils of desire snaking through my own body, there was so much confusion.
“Don’t stop… please” I whispered again.
I dropped my hand into my lap and started rubbing myself through the fabric of my jeans. Your eyes brighten, then cloud with rage.
“Stop” you said to me, growling “Don’t touch that worthless cunt.” you ordered me.
I stopped, whimpering quietly. I bowed my head in submission “Yes, master” I whispered “I am sorry, master”
“You are not to touch your filthy cunt. You are to sit there quietly and watch. Don’t fucking move. Don’t even fucking squirm in that chair. Sit there and watch me feed my cum into this woman. Sit there and watch as I give it to her. Suffer, knowing it’s not you. Ache knowing this is never going to be you. Feel your cunt get hotter and wetter knowing that it’s not good enough for me to stick my cock in. You are worthless. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
I sit there, tears running down my face, my pussy burning. Aching. Wet. I can feel the wetness, the heat. I squirm slightly in the chair, hoping desperately that you won’t notice. But of course you do. You walk over to me and rip off my shirt, my bra. You pick up the whip that was lying on the table next to the chair and you whip my breasts.
“What did I fucking tell you, hole? Don’t even fucking squirm in that chair. Do not disobey me. Do not make me hurt you more. Do you understand? Don’t open that worthless fucking hole, just nod your head.”
I nod my head, shivering, shaking. My nipples hard after the whipping. A few drops of blood beading up and spilling off of my skin.
“Good. Now sit there and watch. And suffer. And when I’m done, if you’re obedient, maybe you will get a reward. Keep your mouth shut and don’t fucking move.”
You walk back to her, still tied down to the bed with my cuffs and my collar, her eyes flashing at me, seeming to laugh at me. She maintains eye contact with me while you plunge your stiff cock into her. Her moans behind the gag louder and more intense as you thrust repeatedly into her, harder and harder. Faster. Your grip in her hair loosened as you wrap both of your hands around her small waist, gripping her tightly, pulling yourself deeper into her. You growl, digging your fingers into her skin. You pull her with each thrust. She’s screaming, now. A strange sound behind the gag. One that is desperate and triumphant. She’s still staring into my eyes.
Reveling in everything that I cannot have.
I can tell you’re about to cum. I can see your body tense. I can see your grip on her waist tighten. I can see your eyes shut and hear a growl rips through your clenched teeth. My nipples somehow become even harder, my pussy is soaking the seat of my jeans with my own fluids, I hear you moan, your breath hitching in your throat, your mouth opening as you let out a guttural howl while you spill your hot seed deep into her womb. Her own eyes close, her body arching toward yours, pushing further back against you as she has her own visible release.
You step back from her, the full length of your still hard cock sliding out of her. You look over to me, your eyes narrowed, disgust evident in your gaze “Did you obey me, hole?” you ask through your clenched jaw “Tell me the truth and you will be rewarded”. Raising my head, I nod weakly, my entire body shaking, thrumming with anticipation and desire. And hope. Hope that I’ve been obedient enough. Hope that I will be rewarded.
You walk over to me, your cock slick and wet with your cum mixed with hers “Clean this” you order me “And be quick about it. You are not to enjoy this. This is not for you.”
I take your cock in my mouth, sucking gently on it, tasting you. Tasting her. Your fluids mingling to coat your shaft. Shaking still, I lick the base of your cock where the most fluid has settled. Lapping it up like a puppy would a bowl of water. When you are satisfied, you order me to stand. On shaking legs, I obey. “Go to her” you say. I hesitate, catching your eyes curiously. You meet my gaze and I see anger flow into your gaze. You pick the whip up again and this time attack my ass with it. Your lashes are sharp and quick and hard. My legs buckle slightly, which causes you to whip harder. I can feel beads of blood dripping down my legs. “Yes, master” I whimper softly as I walk to her. “Clean my cum out of her cunt” you order. I nod, which earns me another lash “Speak when I give you an order, hole” you growl at me. “Yes, master” I say as I walk to her, still leaning on the bed, still tied. Waiting for me to lick the cum out of her, to clean where it has leaked down her thighs. Trembling, I lean down and start on her legs, her thighs. Licking up every drop, then plunging my tongue deep into her cunt, which is tight and hot, I have to force my tongue into it. Deeper and deeper, licking the cum out, into my mouth. Swallowing it. I feel her cunt tighten while my tongue cleans her, fresh hot liquid gushing onto my tongue. I lick that up, too.
You walk over and spread her pussy lips, examining my cleaning job. Satisfied, you reach out and pinch my nipple “Good girl” you say to me. “You can cum, now”
Grateful, I whisper “Thank you, master” as the orgasm rips through my body, my knees buckling under the force of it, I crumple onto the floor.