The morning light filtering through the hotel curtains was softer, gentler than the raw energy that had consumed the room the night before. Jess and Rob lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies sated and their minds buzzing with the new, thrilling reality of their arrangement. The sex they’d shared after Patrick left had been incandescent, a desperate, loving reaffirmation that burned brighter than any encounter in recent memory. It was a fire stoked by the fuel of another man’s desire for her, and they had both been consumed by it.
Jess rolled over to face Rob, her eyes soft and content. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep and satisfaction.
Rob smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “Good morning,” he replied, his voice equally gentle. “How are you feeling?”
She stretched languidly, her body arching like a cat. “Amazing,” she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Last night was… incredible. Thank you for giving me this, for giving us this.”
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you for trusting me, for sharing this with me. It was… beyond anything I imagined.”
They lay there for a few more moments, basking in the warmth of their connection, before the reality of the day ahead began to intrude. They showered together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with a familiar, loving touch. The water cascaded over them, washing away the remnants of last night but leaving the memory of their passion etched deeply into their souls.
“Last night was… something else,” Patrick said, a genuine smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he shook Rob’s hand.
“Glad to hear it,” Rob replied, his own smile easy. “We’re all on the same page, then?”
Jess stepped between them, looping an arm through each of theirs. “More than on the same page,” she purred, her voice a low, contented hum. “We’re writing a whole new book.”
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Patrick asked, his arm casually draped over Jess’s shoulder as they walked out of the hotel.
Rob consulted a map on his phone. “I thought we could hit the art museum first. It’s supposed to have an impressive collection.”
Jess leaned into Patrick, her hand resting on his thigh. “Sounds perfect. I could use a bit of culture.”
The day unfolded like a dream. The art museum was a feast for the senses, the three of them wandering through the galleries, admiring the works on display. Jess and Patrick were obviously enamored with each other, stealing touches and glances, their hands brushing, their eyes locking in silent, intimate conversations. Rob watched them, his heart swelling with a mix of love and lust. He saw the way Patrick’s eyes followed Jess, the way her body responded to his touch, and he knew that this was right. This was what they all wanted.
The real turning point came in the car on the way back to the hotel. Without a word, Jess slid into the back seat with Patrick. Rob watched in the rearview mirror as his wife’s hand disappeared into Patrick’s lap. He saw the shift in Patrick’s posture, the way his head fell back against the seat. Rob adjusted the mirror slightly, his breath catching as he saw Jess’s head begin to bob up and down in his lap.
“Fuck, Jess,” Patrick groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. “Your mouth feels so goddamn good.”
Jess moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss. She loved this, the raw, uninhibited act of pleasuring him while her husband drove them safely through the city. She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thick shaft, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, and the sight was his undoing. With a strangled cry, Patrick came, his hips jerking as he pumped his load down her willing throat. Jess swallowed every drop, licking him clean before tucking him back into his pants and giving Rob a triumphant smirk in the mirror.
Back at the hotel, they changed into swimsuits and headed to the pool. The afternoon sun warmed their skin as they lounged by the water, their conversation flowing easily. They talked about the day, about the art they had seen, about the future. The possibilities were endless, the excitement of their new dynamic a constant, thrilling undercurrent.
Dinner was a lively affair, the three of them seated in a cozy booth in a bustling restaurant, with Jess flanked by her two men. They talked and laughed, their voices a mix of flirtation and familiarity.
As the night wore on, the casual touches became more persistent, the whispers more urgent. Now, under the table, Jess’s hands were busy, one wrapped around Rob’s cock, the other stroking Patrick’s. The dual sensation was intoxicating, the risk of being caught adding an extra layer of excitement. They paid the bill and made their way back to the hotel, their bodies already anticipating what was to come. The elevator ride was a blur of kisses and caresses between Jess and each of the men, their breaths coming in short, eager gasps.
Back in the hotel room, the air was thick with unspoken need. No one hesitated. Patrick’s hands were on Jess immediately, peeling her dress from her body as his mouth claimed hers. Rob settled into his accustomed chair, his own cock already out and hard in his fist, ready for the show.
Patrick backed Jess toward the bed, his lips never leaving hers. He laid her down and immediately went for his prize, spreading her thighs and burying his face in her dripping pussy. He ate her with a ferocious hunger, his tongue lapping at her folds, his lips sucking her clit.
“God, yes, Patrick, just like that,” Jess cried out, her hands fisting in his hair. “Show my husband how you used to make me scream.”
The words hit Rob like a jolt of pure adrenaline. He stroked his cock faster, his eyes glued to the sight of another man devouring his wife.
“She’s so fucking wet for you, man,” Rob growled, his voice thick with lust. “She’s been thinking about this all day.”
Patrick lifted his head, his chin glistening with her juices. “I can taste it,” he rasped. “She tastes like heaven.” He took this opportunity to shed the remainder of his clothes, doing so with a sense of urgency. He dove back in, his tongue spearing into her entrance, his thumb working her clit until she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a violent force.
Before she could catch her breath, he was on her, sliding his thick cock into her in one smooth, powerful thrust. They both groaned as he filled her. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, his body a perfect machine built for pleasure.
“Look at him, Jess,” Patrick commanded. “Look at him while I’m fucking you. Tell him how good it feels.”
“It feels so fucking good, Rob,” she moaned, her eyes locked on her husband as she met Patrick’s thrusts. “His cock is so deep. It’s hitting that spot, baby. Just like you wanted to see.”
The dirty talk was fueling the fire. Patrick fucked her harder, his hips slapping against hers. “You like that, Jess? You like my cock while your husband watches?”
“I love it,” she gasped. “I love you both watching me, feeling you, wanting me.”
They moved through positions with a practiced ease. She rode him, her tits bouncing as she ground her hips down, taking every inch of him. Then reverse cowgirl, giving Rob a perfect view of Patrick’s cock splitting her open.
“Flip her over,” Rob directed, his voice tight with arousal. “I want to see you fuck her from behind.”
Patrick obliged, pulling out and manhandling her onto her hands and knees. He entered her again, his hands gripping her hips as he began to pound into her. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a primal, percussive beat.
“Harder,” Jess begged, pushing back against him.
Patrick obliged, his strokes becoming almost punishing. He was thrusting with such force that it slowly pushed Jess down, finally onto her stomach.
Patrick covered her completely, his weight pinning her down as he now ground into her, his hips moving in a slow, deep circle that made her whimper.
“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered into the mattress. “Just like that. So deep.”
“You love having your pussy filled like that, don’t you,” Rob said, his voice a low growl. “You want him to cum in your again, baby?”
“Yes!” she cried out. “I want it! Cum in me, Patrick! Fill me up!”
That was all it took. With a final, brutal thrust, Patrick buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her. He stayed there for a long moment, his body weight on her, both of them breathing heavily.
When he finally pulled out, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, and Jess rolled over and snuggled into Rob’s arms as he came over to her on the edge of the bed. She was a mess of sweat and sex, her body still trembling.
Rob held her tight, kissing her forehead. “You were so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
Patrick propped himself up on an elbow, looking at them with a look of pure awe. “I have to say,” he said, his voice soft. “This is… this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever been a part of. You two are something else.”
Jess beamed, her happiness radiating from her. “I think we’re just getting started,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked from one man to the other. The three of them lay there, talking softly, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come.
