She stayed on the roof long enough to get a glimpse of him and agree. It was a quick gesture, designed more to excite her than give her a choice. Once she nodded and squeezed my hand to give her consent, she vanished back to the elevator and the relative safety of our hotel room.
I took my time, bought him a drink, and chatted as we looked out over the city. It must have been a half-hour later that I finally made my suggestion, and unsurprisingly, he agreed.
He did have three questions, all of which I answered.
“Are you going to watch?”
The answer was yes.
“And participate?”
Most likely. At least to hold her hair back and call her a good girl. Possibly let her choke on my cock at the right moment. You know—little things to keep it interesting.
“And how about condoms?”
We had a short conversation, shook hands, and then headed downstairs to see how much havoc we could wreak.
When I pressed the key card to the lock, I thought I heard her startle, and when the two of us entered the room, she let out an adorable little gasp. As we had discussed, she stood with both hands on the window, looking out at the city.
In nothing but her heels.
“Damn, you weren’t joking,” he said, staring at her ass while I closed the door behind us. “She is fucking beautiful.”
“Isn’t she, though?”
He paused for a moment as if unsure of himself before I motioned him forward with a tilt of my head. A few seconds later, he stood behind her, his hand running up and down her back before cupping the curve of her ass. I watched her tremble as he caressed her, sliding down the back of her thighs before moving up again. When he leaned in and kissed her neck, I had to brace myself against the wall, and when he finally reached between her legs to find her soaking wet, both of us were hard.
His hands went from a gentle exploration to a rougher examination. With each squeeze or slap, she moaned louder until he gripped her by the hair and pushed her to the floor. She turned as she slid to her knees only to find his hard cock in one hand. Without pause, she took him into her mouth, licking his length up and down before swallowing him.
It was his turn to grunt and sigh as he began to fuck her throat, and I watched from the doorway with wrapt attention. She was beautiful as the city lit up behind her, and I watched as she skillfully worked him into a frenzy, her years of practice having paid off. His whole body shook as she took him again and again, and it was less than two minutes later that he pulled her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She laughed as she landed on the soft mattress and then instantly turned around and presented her ass to him. As she bent forward, he didn’t waste any time. He squeezed her cheek, slapped her playfully, and then began to rub the head of his thick cock against her wet lips.
It was my turn to move in closer as he teased her. I pushed her hair back so she could look at me and then smiled a wicked grin.
“Do you want him to fuck you now, little girl? Do you want the mean man to fuck your tight little hole?”
“Yes,” she moaned, looking down in embarrassment.
“Louder,” I whispered, gripping her tighter as I pulled my hard cock from my pants.
“Please fuck me,” she said, struggling to look back at him. He didn’t make her wait, and she cried out as he filled her, his cock stretching her open as I thrust into her mouth. I pushed her back onto him, watching him take her by the hips and fuck her hard and fast. I gripped her chin and used her mouth, telling her what a good girl she was for letting us use her.
When he could no longer stand it, I helped flip her to her back. He spread her legs and then unexpectedly buried his mouth against her cunt. I kissed her lips as he ate her, and within seconds she began to come. She clenched her thighs around his head, squeezed my hand, and told him never to stop. As she came, drenching him and the bed, he devoured her until the entire room began to spin in a frenzy of lust and desire.
When she finally let go and began to breathe once more, he kissed his way up her body, pinned her arms above her head, and pushed his hard cock into her aching pussy once more. I held her hand as he kissed her an fucked her, this time using her for his gratification as much as hers.
“You’re doing so well,” I whispered. “Taking his big cock in your little body. You’re such a good girl.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck as if desperate to prove her worth to me, and she held him tightly as he began to pound her faster, his release now imminent. I watched as she clenched her legs, and I knew exactly what it felt like for him as she swallowed him inside her, milking his cock with her strong muscles until he could n longer hold back.
He rested his palms on the bed, arched his back, looked down at their conjoined bodies, and then cried out as his balls tightened and he began to unleash himself within her. She tore at his shoulders with stronger fingers as he came inside her, and the two of them let out howls that shook the glasses on the bedside table. I watched as she came again, clenching around his big cock as he filled her, and before too long, the two of them collapsed in a sweaty pile of limbs, come, and joy.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said, leaning up but not entirely pulling out.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a grin. “Thanks for fucking me so hard.”
“Thanks for having me,” he said, only slightly awkward as he left her dripping on the bed.
“It was our pleasure,” I said, watching him stand and pull up his pants. She blew him a kiss, he fumbled with his belt, and then we were alone once more.
I kissed her mouth and her neck as I rubbed her soft skin with a warm towel. I moved to her stomach as I washed her breasts, and then finally down to her thighs and her cunt where I tasted them both in equal parts. By the time I slid inside her, she was once more ready to burst, and we fucked on the bed, our reflections in the window alive with love and adoration. When I finally came as well, it was right alongside her, our two bodies giving in again and again.
An hour later, as we sat in the window and sipped our glasses of wine, she took my hand in hers and brought it to her lips.
“That was so fucking crazy,” she said.
“Crazy good?”
“Crazy perfect. I love you so much.”
“I know,” I said, kissing her cheek as we sat in the dim hotel room staring out at the city below. “Happy anniversary.”