The air in the hotel room was thick with a potent cocktail of anticipation, old memories, and the crisp scent of clean linen. It was a neutral space, a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their desire. Rob stood by the window, a silent observer, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He watched as his wife, Jess, and the man from her past, Patrick, stood near the foot of the king-sized bed, the space between them charged with an electricity that had been dormant for over two decades.
The dinner and drinks had been the perfect overture. The conversation flowed easily, the laughter genuine. Rob had watched the subtle, almost subconscious language between Jess and Patrick—the way her eyes would linger on his lips, the casual brush of his fingers against her arm as he made a point, the shared smile that spoke of a thousand secret histories. He’d seen his wife’s confidence bloom, a radiant, sexual energy he adored now amplified by the presence of this man who had helped shape it. Now, in the quiet of the room, the prelude was over.
Jess broke the silence, her voice a low, sultry murmur that seemed to vibrate through the floor. “It feels strange, doesn’t it?” she said, her gaze locked on Patrick. “All this time, and here we are.”
Patrick’s smile was slow, knowing. “Strange is one word for it,” he replied, his voice a familiar rumble that sent a shiver down Jess’s spine. “Incredible is another.” He took a half-step closer, closing the small gap. “I’ve thought about you, Jess. About all the fun we had together.”
“Show me,” she whispered, the words a dare and an invitation all at once.
That was all it took. Patrick’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin as his head lowered. The first kiss was tentative, a rediscovery. The second was a collision. Years of unspoken questions and what-ifs melted away as their mouths opened to each other. It wasn’t a chaste peck; it was a deep, hungry, possessive kiss that tasted of wine and a raw, undeniable need. Their tongues danced, reacquainting themselves with a rhythm they’d never truly forgotten.
From his post by the window, Rob felt a surge of pure, unadulterated lust. This was the moment. The fantasy was now reality, happening just feet away from him. He watched as Patrick’s hands roamed from Jess’s face down her neck, his fingers tracing the collar of her blouse before one hand slid around to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Jess moaned into Patrick’s mouth, a sound Rob knew so well, yet it was different now—laced with the thrill of the forbidden and the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
Jess’s own hands were busy, sliding up Patrick’s chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt, then tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. She ground her hips against him, a blatant, desperate gesture that left no doubt about what she wanted. Rob could see the hard ridge of Patrick’s cock straining against his jeans, and he palmed his own growing erection through his pants, his breath hitching.
Breaking the kiss, Patrick’s lips trailed down her jawline to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped and sucked, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jess. “God, I remember how you taste,” he growled against her skin, his hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. “I remember how you sound.”
“Don’t just remember,” she panted, shrugging out of her blouse as it fell open. “Remind me.”
Her bra was a simple, elegant lace thing, and Patrick made quick work of the clasp, freeing her breasts. His eyes, dark with lust, devoured the sight. He bent his head, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as his hand came up to knead the other. Jess’s head fell back, a long, guttural moan escaping her lips. Her fingers clawed at his back, pulling his shirt from his waistband.
Rob watched, mesmerized, as they shed their clothes in a flurry of urgent movements. He saw the reverence in Patrick’s eyes as he looked at his wife’s body, the same body Rob had worshipped for twenty years, now seen through the lens of a man who hadn’t touched it in an eternity. It was intoxicating.
Naked now, they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Patrick’s hand slid down Jess’s stomach, his fingers tracing the line of her hip before dipping between her thighs. She was already soaked, her pussy lips slick and swollen with arousal. He groaned as he slid a finger inside her, then another, his thumb finding her clit and beginning a slow, firm circle.
“Fuck, Jess,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
“It’s all for you,” she purred, arching her hips to meet his hand. “All this time, and my body still remembers you.”
He worked her with a masterful touch, his fingers pumping in and out of her slick channel while his thumb tortured her clit. It was a skill she had praised in their chats leading up to today, a skill she had never forgotten. Rob could see the tension coiling in her body, the flush spreading across her chest. He knew that look, the tell-tale sign that she was about to fly apart.
“Come for me, Jess,” Patrick commanded softly, his voice a low hum. “Let me feel it.”
With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and release, she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, a powerful wave that left her trembling and gasping for air. Patrick didn’t stop, milking every last tremor from her until she was pushing his hand away, her clit too sensitive for more.
Before she could fully recover, he was moving down her body, kissing a path down her stomach. He settled between her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her still-pulsing flesh as his hands pushed each leg up and out to open her to him. “I’ve missed this taste,” he murmured, and then his tongue was on her.
He licked her with long, slow, deliberate strokes, from her entrance to her clit and back again. He savored her, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping up her juices. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Jess was writhing on the bed, her hands fisted in the sheets, her body building once again towards that precipice. Rob watched his wife get eaten out by another man, and it was the most beautiful, most erotic thing he had ever seen. He had his cock out now, stroking it slowly, matching the rhythm of Patrick’s tongue.
A second, more intense orgasm crashed over her, leaving her a boneless, panting mess on the bed. Patrick kissed her inner thighs softly, giving her a moment to come down before he moved back up her body. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own arousal on his lips.
“My turn,” she whispered, a wicked glint in her eye.
She pushed him onto his back, his cock standing proud and thick, glistening with pre-cum. Jess wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him firmly a few times before lowering her head. She licked around his bulbous head, down one side of his shaft and up the other. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length in one smooth, fluid motion. Rob knew her skills, knew the way she could use her tongue and lips to drive a man wild, and he saw Patrick’s reaction firsthand. His hands flew to her hair, his hips bucking slightly as she began to bob her head, taking him deep.
She sucked him with an enthusiastic hunger, her hand working his shaft in time with her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and the sight was nearly his undoing. “Fuck, Jess, just like that,” he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair.
She brought him to the edge, then pulled back, not wanting him to finish just yet. She crawled up his body, straddling his waist. She looked over at Rob, her eyes locking with his. The look she gave him was one of pure, unadulterated love and shared excitement. It was a silent thank you, a promise that this was for them.
Then she turned her attention back to Patrick. She reached between them, guiding the thick head of his cock to her dripping entrance. She sank down onto him slowly, inch by glorious inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. They both moaned as he filled her completely, a perfect, familiar fit.
For a moment, they just stayed like that, savoring the connection from the past to this moment. Then, Jess began to move. She rode him with a slow, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Patrick’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her, urging her on. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, their moans and filthy words.
Rob was lost in the spectacle, his hand flying up and down his own cock as he watched his wife fuck another man with an abandon he’d only ever dreamed of. He saw the way her body responded, the way she threw her head back in ecstasy, and he knew this was everything she wanted, everything they had hoped for.
“Fuck me,” Jess begged, her voice raw. “I want you to fuck me hard, Patrick.”
He responded by flipping them over, his cock never leaving her warmth. He rose up on his arms, his powerful body looming over her. He began to thrust, his strokes long, deep, and powerful. The bedframe groaned in protest, a percussive beat to their primal rhythm. Each thrust drove a gasp from Jess’s lips, her body arching to meet his, taking him as deep as she could. This was the raw, animalistic fucking she remembered, the kind that left you feeling deliciously used and utterly satisfied. Patrick’s eyes were locked on hers, a feral intensity in them that Rob had never seen directed at his wife before, and it was breathtaking.
“You feel so fucking good,” Patrick grunted, his voice a strained, guttural sound. “Tighter than I remember. So fucking wet for me.”
“It’s all for you,” Jess managed to cry out, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. “Give me that cock. Give me all of it.”
From his chair, Rob was mesmerized, his own cock a steel rod in his hand. He watched the muscles in Patrick’s back and ass flex with each powerful drive into his wife’s willing body. He saw the look of pure, unadulterated bliss on Jess’s face, her mouth parted in a silent scream as Patrick hit a spot deep inside her that made her whole body tremble. This was the scene he had imagined countless times, but the reality was a thousand times more potent, more visceral. The air crackled with the raw energy of their coupling, and he was drunk on it.
Patrick shifted his angle, hooking one of Jess’s legs over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to plunge even deeper, and the change was immediate. Jess’s eyes flew wide open, and a strangled cry tore from her throat. “Oh, god! Right there! Don’t you fucking stop!”
He didn’t. He hammered into that spot, his hips a piston, driving them both toward the inevitable cliff. Jess’s hand flew between her legs, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. The dual stimulation was too much. With a series of high-pitched, broken cries, her third orgasm of the night tore through her, a cataclysmic event that left her shaking with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around Patrick’s cock like a vise, milking him, demanding his release.
“Fuck, Jess, I’m gonna cum,” he roared, his rhythm faltering as his own climax overwhelmed him. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with emotion and lust. “Cum in my pussy, Patrick. I want to feel it.”
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. Rob watched, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train, as Patrick’s body went rigid. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he pumped his hot, thick cum deep into Jess’s willing cunt, fulfilling the rule they had set with a primal intensity. He emptied himself into her with pulse after pulse, marking her, regaining a piece of their shared history in the most intimate way possible.
He collapsed onto her, his body heavy and spent, his face buried in the crook of her neck. They lay there in a tangle of sweaty limbs, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. The frantic energy had dissipated, replaced by a profound, sated quiet. Jess stroked his hair gently, a soft, contented smile on her lips. It was an atmosphere of deep satisfaction, of a long-held fantasy realized and found to be even better than the memory.
After a few minutes, Patrick pushed himself up, his expression a mixture of awe and contentment. He looked from Jess to Rob, who was leaning back in his chair, his own chest heaving, a sticky mess cooling on his stomach.
“Wow,” Patrick said, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. “Just… wow.” He leaned down and gave Jess a soft, lingering kiss, a stark contrast to the frantic passion of moments before. “Thank you, Jess. That was… incredible.”
He then looked at Rob, his gaze respectful and sincere. “And thank you, man. For this. For sharing her.”
Rob simply nodded, unable to find his voice, his heart swelling with a complex mix of love, pride, and residual lust.
Patrick slowly disentangled himself from Jess and stood, gathering his clothes from the floor. He dressed quietly, the movements of a man who understood the moment was over and the space needed to be returned to the couple. He walked to the door, turning back to look at Jess one last time.
“I’ll see you two tomorrow,” he said softly, before slipping out of the room and gently closing the door behind him.
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. Jess rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand to look at Rob. Her eyes were soft, her body still flushed from her exertions. A trickle of Patrick’s cum glistened on her inner thigh.
Rob stood up and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge beside her. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low whisper.
A brilliant, radiant smile lit up her face. “Okay?” she repeated, her voice thick with emotion. “Rob, I’m more than okay. I’m… reborn.” She took his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his palm. “That was… it was everything. It was so much hotter than we ever thought it would be.”
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “For me too,” he confessed, his eyes searching hers. “Watching you with him… Jess, it was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. You were magnificent.”
She laughed, a light, happy sound. “I felt magnificent. I felt desired and powerful and so completely, utterly fucked.” She pulled him down for a kiss, a deep, loving kiss that was all about them. “And knowing you were there, watching, enjoying it… it made it even better. This was for us.”
He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “It was. It really, really was.” He looked at her, at his beautiful, adventurous wife, and felt a love so profound it almost hurt. “So… what’s the verdict on the hotwife experiment?”
Jess’s grin was pure sin. “I’d say it’s a smashing success. And I think,” she added, her eyes twinkling, “we’re going to have a very, very interesting weekend.”
