We’re in our hotel room, you me, and Jess. There’s a sense of anticipation as you look at the two of us.

“You don’t touch. You don’t talk to him. You want something you ask me,” you tell Jess sternly. “You do what I say, when I say it. And you can leave anytime. Now sit down.”

Jess nods as she stares half at the floor and half at us and puts herself into the chair facing the bed.

“Show her what’s she’s missing,” you whisper in my ear. My response is sudden as my left hand shoots out to your neck as I pin you to the wall. My mouth is on yours as my right hand grabs your hip and you moan into my mouth as our tongues meet.

We make out before I break the kiss and spin you around. You arch your back, rubbing your ass against me as I pull at the zipper of your dress. My hand reaches in to cup your chest as the other one frantically pulls it down, leaving you in a matching dark blue thong and bra set. I growl my approval as I kiss your neck and lead you to the bed.

I push you down and you scoot up, spreading your legs to me. You look over at Jess and tell her, “Go ahead and take off your dress, let’s see what’s under it. Jess stands up, reaches behind her, no one to paw and help her with the zipper. But it comes down and she’s left standing there in a simple black cotton bra and panty set. Nothing shown off, just practical undergarments on her tall thin frame.

“How are you supposed to get your husband excited with that?” you ask with a little scorn in your voice between gasps, “Look at what this does for MY husband.”

I’ve been assaulting your chest, your breasts pulled out of the bra’s cups and sucking on the nipples while my hand presses between your legs. Your hips rock against my hand as I slide the thin strap aside and my index finger sinks into you.

You groan as your hands run through my hair and then look at Jess again, “and your boobs? Jeez Jess look how much better he likes big ones.”

I look at Jess from the corner of my eye and she’s red in embarrassment, but her eyes are still locked on us.

My kisses move down your stomach and reach your thighs as I tease you, getting close to your slit then stopping and switching to the other side. My finger comes out of you and a hand grabs each side and slides the thong off you. You spread your legs and my fingers go back into you as my mouth covers your clit and begins licking.

“Bet your husband doesn’t do this,” you remark between gasps, one hand behind your head the other stroking my hair. Jess has involuntarily crossed her legs, her face somehow getting redder, but still watching me, fully clothed shoving my fingers and tongue deep into you.

As I begin to speed up, you grab my hand and hold it as you grind against my palm and come around my hand and around my fingers.

You go slightly limp and for a moment forget about our observer in the corner as you gasp for air. You look down at me, as if being aware for the first time I’m clothed.

“Get naked,” you say and I give you a smile as I stand up next to the bed, close to where Jess is standing. I peel off my shirt as you stand up, so short against me and press your chest into mine as you begin to kiss and bite at my neck. My pants are next and you rub the bulge in the front as I groan in anticipation.

But you’re looking at Jess again, whose eyes have been glued to the spot where your hand is moving. “Is your husband this big? Does he get this excited when you touch him.”

Jess looks away, not answering. Your voice takes a sharper tone, “I asked you a question. Is your husband this big? Answer me.”

“…no” Jess manages to squeak out.

You smile wickedly, “well, let me show you what you missed out on.”

With a flourish my underwear is down, my 7 1/2 inches fully erect. Jess is transfixed, obviously I’m packing more than her husband as you wrap your hand around it and give it a few strokes to ensure I’m as hard as possible.

“Just amazing isn’t it,” you brag, “It fills me up perfectly and hits everything.”

As if hypnotized, and seeing how close it is Jess reaches out, wanting to touch what she has surely heard about but always been denied. In an instant, your hand has seized her wrist and you step in front of me to face her. She looks up at you apologetically and is rewarded with a slap across her face that resonates through the room. You look down at her, and she keeps her head down, as you lean in close and growl, “you try that again and I’ll throw you out in the hall just like that and you can go home to your limp dick husband.”

Jess nods in understanding, any residual thoughts of being included in this encounter cleared away with your slap. And crazier still, I’m finding myself somehow even more erect. The physical violence with your verbal insults a huge turn on as you go back to stroking me you sit down on the bed and pull me into your mouth.

I groan, running my hands through your hair as you move up and down. You pull me out of your mouth and run your tongue down my shaft before beginning to kiss my sack, occasionally taking the time to put one of my balls in your mouth.

“These are so full,” you tell Jess, as if my hard cock laid across your face isn’t there. “He’s going to fill me up so much it’ll run down my leg. Can you even imagine that?”

You lay back with a smile and your legs spread, making sure Jess will have a view. Hooking your thighs I ease myself into you slowly. You groan as I slide myself in until I am buried deeply in you. I slowly begin to pump in and out of you as you moan and wrap your hands around my neck.

I slow down and slide out of you, then move up and put myself up against the headboard.

“Come ride me,” I urge. You crawl up onto my lap, lining up and then sliding down back on to me. I grab your hips and you begin rocking up and down on me.

“Oh my god, he’s so big,” you moan, looking over your shoulder at Jess. “He’s so fucking deep.”

You ride me, speeding up as I lower my head to your chest and begin to suck on your nipples. You’re getting closer, and then grab my head and give out a loud moan as you gasp my name. You whimper as I hold you and force you up and down. You collapse against me, then turn to face Jess again.

“When did your husband make you cum like that?” You gasp. Jess looks down, and for the first time mumbles out, “never.”

“What was that?”,’ you ask mockingly? “I didn’t hear you.”

“He’s never even made me come,” she blurts out loudly, still sitting there staring.

“Poor thing. Well my husband isn’t doing that for you tonight either,” you laugh, “but I will let you play with yourself. Only over the panties though.”

Jess spreads her legs slightly, and her fingers begin rubbing herself on her panties, staring at us.

You climb off me and turn over, pushing your ass out at me as you arch your back, making sure Jess will see everything. I grab your hips, line up, and in one movement bury myself in you. You gasp out as my right leg comes up as I wrap your hair around my right hand and pull your head back and you push back against me. You moan again as my right hand frees your hair then my left hand comes off your hip and wraps around your exposed neck while I begin kissing and nipping at your shoulder and neck.

You gasp as I pound you, feeling me filling you completely. I look at Jess, who is staring hard, a mixture of jealousy and horniness as I growl into your ears “I’m close.”

“He’s going to come in me,” you gasp looking at our audience through half lidded eyes, “Fill me up. I need it.”

I give a few more thrusts then I’m exploding in you, as I let an involuntary “god,” as I release what feels like a geyser into you. You moan in turn as you push yourself back into me, tightening your pussy around me, squeezing me of every drop as I just keep going. “Give me everything,” you groan at me as if I could stop. It’s several spurts later but finally I collapse against your back, still hard but completely spent, managing a few kisses on your shoulder.

You moan in protest as I slide out of you and lean against the headboard, my shaft slick with your juices. You sit up and lean back slightly, legs spread in front of Jess as you catch your breath.

Our combined cum is on the blanket, and you stand up in front of Jess, towering over her in her chair, legs still splayed with a damp spot on her panties but still she hasn’t gotten off. Her eyes are cast down, your words and our passion have broken her, showing her everything she’s been denied. But combined with that is desire, she’s excited, both by the dominance you’ve displayed and the raw masculinity that I exude compared to her husband.

“Enjoyed the show?” You ask mockingly. You lean close, “I know what you need: a nice, stiff, drink.”

Jess looks up at with hope in her eyes, somehow sure you’ve decided to let her participate more with us. Instead you take this opportunity to seize her hair and shift your hips. You drive her face into the pool of our juices from the comforter and rub it back and forth, with a wicked whisper in her ear, “don’t you like your drink? Lick it all up.”

You release her and I expect her to get up immediately, to run from this final humiliation. Instead she stays down, her hair around her face but I can clearly see her tongue and lips sucking at the spot, tasting us together.

You look at me surprised, but pleased with her response. I’m still hard, and you lay down next to me, grabbing my still stiff cock and beginning to stroke me. Jess finally stops and leans back up to face us, her face slick with spit and our juices.

“He’s not done yet,” you remark casually, “but you look like you are. Why don’t you head out and we’ll see you tomorrow?”

Jess looks at you, desperation in her eyes, “please can I stay?” She whispers.

Your evil smirk is back, “ok, but hope you’re ready for what’s next.”