The Sunday morning sun was already warm, spilling over the balcony railing and painting the hotel room in hues of gold and soft white. Rob and Jess sat in comfortable silence, the city slowly waking up below them. The remnants of croissants and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air, a domestic scene that stood in stark, beautiful contrast to the raw, primal energy that had possessed the room the night before. They had made love again after Patrick left, a slow, deep, and profoundly intimate session that was less about frantic lust and more about sealing their new reality with a kiss. It had been perfect.
Jess stretched, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she took a sip of her coffee. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… alive,” she said, her voice a soft murmur. She turned to Rob, her eyes sparkling with a light he hadn’t seen in years, a light that was all her own but somehow brighter now. “This whole weekend. It’s like we unlocked a part of ourselves we didn’t even know was there.”
Rob reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “I know what you mean. Watching you… it’s like seeing a masterpiece I thought I knew completely and then discovering an entire hidden gallery I never knew existed.” He smiled, a genuine, easy smile. “And I like what I see. I really, really like it.”
They fell into a comfortable rhythm, talking not just about the sex, but about the feeling of it all—the freedom, the trust, the sheer, unadulterated fun. They were already planning, already dreaming of the next time. The fantasy wasn’t a one-time event; it was a new chapter they had just started writing, and they were both eager to see where the story would go.
A soft, confident knock at the door broke the spell.
Jess’s heart gave a little leap. She looked at Rob, who gave her a small, encouraging nod. She set her coffee down, stood up, and smoothed down the short, flirty skirt she’d chosen for the morning. It was a playful choice, a hopeful one. She felt a thrill run through her as she walked to the door.
She opened it to find Patrick leaning against the frame, looking relaxed and handsome in a t-shirt and shorts. His smile was immediate and warm. “Morning,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”
“Morning yourself,” Jess replied, her own smile matching his. She stepped aside, inviting him in. “We were hoping you’d stop by.”
Patrick’s eyes flicked from Jess to Rob, who was still sitting on the balcony, and he gave a respectful nod. “Just wanted to make sure we all ended on a high note,” he said, stepping into the room.
“Oh, I think we can do better than just a high note,” Jess purred, closing the door behind him. The air in the room instantly shifted, the gentle morning vibe evaporating, replaced by the familiar, crackling charge of sexual anticipation.
Rob watched from his chair on the balcony, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He knew that tone. He knew what was coming. He took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring the moment, the sweet anticipation of the show about to begin.
Before Patrick could say another word, Jess was on him. She closed the small distance between them, her body pressing against his as her lips found his. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, a kiss that left no doubt about her intentions. As her tongue tangled with his, her hand moved with practiced confidence to the front of his shorts, finding the zipper and pulling it down in one smooth motion.
Patrick let out a low groan into her mouth as her hand slipped inside, her fingers wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock. She stroked him firmly, her touch a familiar, welcome ghost from their past. He was already rock hard, his thick shaft pulsing in her grip.
“Fuck, Jess,” he breathed, breaking the kiss to look down at her, his eyes dark with lust. “A man could get used to this kind of send-off.”
“Good,” she whispered, a wicked glint in her eye. She gave his cock a final, appreciative squeeze before pushing him backward towards the bed. He stumbled slightly, a laugh catching in his throat as he fell onto the mattress, his shorts still undone.
This was his cue. Rob stood up, leaving his coffee on the small balcony table. He walked back into the room, his movements calm and deliberate. He didn’t say a word, simply moved the comfortable armchair from its corner to a spot with a perfect, unobstructed view of the bed. He sat down, making himself comfortable. He was no longer just a husband sharing a balcony; he was an audience, settling in for the main event. He unzipped his pants, freeing his already hardening cock, and began to stroke it slowly, his eyes fixed on his wife and her lover.
Jess didn’t hesitate. She hiked her skirt up around her hips, revealing the fact that she’d forgone panties that morning. She crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid and predatory, straddling Patrick’s chest. She continued to move forward, her knees on either side of his head, until her pussy was hovering directly over his face.
From his new vantage point, Rob watched, his own cock stirring to life. He saw the moment of realization dawn on Patrick’s face, the way his eyes widened slightly before a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. He knew exactly what she wanted.
Jess lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as his tongue made contact. “Oh, god, yes,” she moaned, her hands flying to the headboard to steady herself. “Right there. Don’t you dare stop.”
Patrick’s hands came up to grip her ass, holding her in place as his mouth went to work. He ate her with a desperate, worshipful hunger, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her clit, sucking her swollen lips into his mouth. He was an expert, and her body remembered him, responded to him with an immediacy that was breathtaking.
Jess began to ride his face, grinding her hips against his mouth, chasing the pleasure he was so skillfully providing. The room filled with the sounds of her moans, the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth on her pussy, and Rob’s own ragged breath. Rob stroked his cock slowly, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife using another man’s face for her pleasure. It was the most dominant, most erotic thing he had ever watched her do.
“Fuck, Patrick, your mouth is magic,” Jess cried out, her body tensing. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your face.” With a final, guttural moan, her orgasm crashed over her, a powerful wave that left her trembling and shaking. She ground down against his mouth, riding out the waves of pleasure until she was spent.
She slowly lifted herself off his face, her body still humming. She looked down at him, at his glistening chin and the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, and she felt a surge of power. She wasn’t done with him yet.
She slid down his body, and without missing a beat, she yanked his shorts further down, freeing his thick, straining cock. She positioned herself over him, her dripping pussy hovering just above the head of his shaft. She looked over at Rob, her eyes locking with his as she sank down onto him in one smooth, fluid motion. The moment his thick head breached her entrance, a guttural moan was torn from her throat. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolling shut as her cunt was stretched and filled. A shudder of pure, filthy pleasure wracked her body, her hips instinctively grinding down to take every last inch of him, her pussy clenching around the cock that owned it so completely.
Jess began to ride him, her movements a symphony of deliberate, selfish pleasure. She started with shallow, teasing bounces, just taking the head of his cock, her hips rolling in a slow, maddening circle that made him groan and try to thrust up for more. But she was in control. She lifted herself higher before slamming down, taking his full length in one brutal stroke that made them both cry out. She repeated the motion, a punishing rhythm of full-depth pounding that had her tits bouncing wildly.
Then, just as he grew accustomed to the relentless pace, she’d slow again, grinding her hips down against him, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone as she savored the feeling of being so completely, utterly stuffed. She was using his cock exactly how she needed to, a tool for her own bliss, and the look of pure awe on Patrick’s face as he watched her take what she wanted only fueled her fire.
In a flurry of movement, they both peeled off their tops. Jess’s beautiful breasts spilled free, and Patrick’s hands were on them instantly, his fingers tweaking her hardened nipples as she continued to ride him. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as she ground her hips down, taking him as deep as she could.
After a few minutes of this frantic pace, she slowed, a wicked idea forming in her mind. She lifted herself off him, his cock slipping out of her with a wet smack as it hit his abdomen. She moved down his body, her eyes locked on his glistening shaft, coated in her own juices.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him firmly before lowering her head. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, tasting the familiar, salty mix of him and her. She took him deep, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she held him there, swallowing around him.
“Fuck, Jess, your mouth,” Patrick groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. “So fucking good.”
She sucked him with an enthusiastic hunger, her head bobbing up and down, her right hand working his shaft in time with her mouth while her left hand fondled his weighty balls. She was driving him wild, pushing him to the brink, and she knew it.
But he had other plans. With a sudden burst, he pushed her off him, flipping her onto her back. He stood up, kicking out of his shorts that were pooled around his ankles. He pulled her skirt off and grabbed her legs, yanking her towards him until her ass was at the edge of the bed. He grabbed each of her ankles, spreading her legs wide, opening her completely to him.
Her pussy, wet and swollen from how she’d fucked him already, gladly accepted his thick cock as he slid back into her in one intentional stroke. He began to pound into her, his hips a piston, his strokes long and deep. He pushed her legs higher, towards her head, testing her limits. Jess responded, arching her back, trying to give him what he wanted, what they both recalled. She couldn’t quite get them all the way behind her head like she used to, a testament to the passage of time, but the effort, the shared memory, was intoxicating. The position was still incredible, allowing him to plunge into her with a depth and angle that stole her breath.
“God, yes,” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets beside her head. “Just like that. So deep. It feels so fucking deep.”
From his chair, Rob was mesmerized. He watched the powerful muscles in Patrick’s back and ass flex with each brutal 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. The sight of her legs spread so wide, so open for another man, was a visual that would be seared into his memory forever. Rob continued to stroke his cock, his pace slow and deliberate, savoring every single moment, drawing out his own pleasure without seeking release. This was about the experience, the visual, the feeling.
“Look at you,” Patrick grunted, his voice a strained, guttural sound as he watched his cock disappear into her again and again. “Taking every fucking inch. You’re more beautiful than ever.”
The praise, the raw power of his fucking, the visual of her husband enjoying the show—it all coalesced into a perfect storm of sensation. Jess felt the tension coil in her belly, a familiar, delicious tightening that signaled her impending release. Her hand flew between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in frantic circles.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a high-pitched, desperate whine. “Please, don’t you fucking stop.”
He didn’t. He hammered into her, his hips a blur of motion, driving them both toward the inevitable cliff. With a series of sharp, broken cries, her orgasm ripped 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. “Take it. Take all of it.”
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he pumped his hot, thick cum deep into Jess’s willing cunt, marking her, a visceral confirmation of the wild, passionate history they shared, now being relived in the most intimate way possible. He emptied himself into her with pulse after pulse, a primal, possessive act that left them both breathless. Rob watched, his own hand stilling on his cock as he simply absorbed the raw, beautiful intensity of the moment.
For a moment, Patrick stayed inside her, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Then, slowly, he pulled out. But instead of collapsing beside her, he did something that made Rob’s breath catch in his throat. He dropped to his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned forward and buried his face in Jess’s freshly fucked, cum-filled pussy.
Jess gasped, her body arching off the bed. “Oh my god, Patrick,” she whispered, her hands flying to his hair. He was licking her, cleaning her, his tongue lapping at their combined juices, eating his own load from her body. It was a filthy, intimate, and unbelievably hot act. He tongued her gently, savoring the taste of their shared pleasure, before moving back up her body. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste the decadent, forbidden mixture on his lips. It was the perfect, depraved finishing move.
The room fell into a sated, heavy silence, the only sound their ragged breaths. Rob felt a profound sense of awe and love for the woman on the bed, for her courage, her sexuality, and the way she had just owned her power.
Slowly, Jess and Patrick disentangled themselves. They moved with a comfortable, easy familiarity, gathering their clothes from the floor. They dressed in a quiet, companionable silence, the frantic energy from moments before replaced by a warm, satisfied glow.
“Well,” Patrick said, his voice soft as he pulled on his t-shirt. “That’s a goodbye I’m never going to forget.”
Jess smiled, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Me neither,” she whispered, giving him a soft, lingering kiss. “This was… perfect.”
Rob stood up and walked over to them, tucking himself back into his pants. “Thank you, Patrick,” he said, genuinely. “For everything. This was better than we ever could have imagined.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” Patrick replied, his gaze sincere. “You two have something really special.”
“We do,” Jess agreed, a radiant smile on her face. “And we’re going to do it again.” She looked at Patrick, her eyes twinkling. “We were thinking maybe next month? We could come more your direction this time.”
Patrick’s grin was immediate. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” They quickly hashed out a potential date and location, a promise hanging in the air between them.
As Patrick headed for the door, Rob spoke up, a casual, knowing tone in his voice. “Hey, Patrick. Don’t forget to bring along those photos you took of Jess.”
Patrick paused, his hand on the doorknob, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He looked at Jess, who blushed but didn’t look away. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I’ve been taking very good care of those.”
With a final wink, he was gone, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
Jess and Rob stood in the quiet room for a long moment, just looking at each other. Then, they finished packing. The drive home was relatively quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a connected, happy kind of quiet, the kind that exists between two people who have shared a profound, life-altering experience. They held hands over the center console, their fingers intertwined.
They were both thinking the same thing, a silent, thrilling secret passing between them. Jess hadn’t showered after that last session. She was riding home in the passenger seat, her pussy still tender, still swollen, with the remnants of Patrick’s cum. She was ruined in the best possible way, and the thought of it made them both smile.
They couldn’t wait until the next meet-up.
