Sean wasn’t supposed to be back yet. I had planned everything perfectly, or so I thought. I left Rick's room, my body still tingling and slick with the aftermath of our forbidden encounter.

Just as I reached to slide my keycard into the slot for my suite, I heard a noise from the other side. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. It couldn’t be. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. There, sitting upright on the bed, his head resting against the headboard, was Sean. He had listened—had heard everything.

I stepped into the room, my legs shaking, and shut the door behind me. Sean’s eyes met mine, a mixture of pain and something else I couldn't place flickering in them. I was unable to hold back tears. I sobbed, at a loss for coherent words, my body betraying me as a drop of Rick’s cum slid down my thigh. Busted.

Sean’s eyes followed the trail of cum, his face twisting with disgust. “Who?” he asked hoarsely.

“Some older guys next door. Rick… and his roommate,” I whispered, barely audible. “It’s been happening… for the last two days.”

Sean let out a long sigh, but I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. I took a step closer. Maybe I had a chance here. “I’m so sorry, Sean. They… they fucked me against the wall. Rick’s roommate was in front of me, eating my clit while Rick took me from behind.”

No reaction. He just continued to look forward as his hand moved to his cock, stroking it through his pants. He was listening intently, hanging on every filthy detail.

“Tell me more,” he demanded, his voice trembling.

I inched closer, my body aching with a mix of guilt and arousal. “I think he takes Viagra because he's been fucking me 2 or 3 times a day. He's not as long as you, but a lot thicker. It hurts, but in a good way, I guess that's why I did it. He's just different. He uses me like I wish you would.”

My conflicted boyfriend unzipped his pants, freeing his stiff cock. I watched, not believing this was actually happening, as he began to stroke himself. I could see the pain in his eyes and a sick hunger that mirrored my own. I got on the bed and maneuvered in front of him, my face inches from his cock, speaking to it like a microphone.

“They took turns, Sean. All of his friends. I had to use the Plan B I brought, just in case. I’m such a whore.”

Sean’s breathing grew ragged, his hand moving faster. “Show me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Show me how they used you.”

I spread my legs, letting the remnants of Rick and his roommate’s cum drip onto the comforter. I reached down, spreading my swollen lips, exposing my used pussy to him. “They filled me up, Sean. Over and over again.”

He groaned, his eyes glued to the sight of my dripping pussy. He reached out, his fingers sliding through the mess, feeling the slickness of my betrayal.

“You’re such a dirty slut. I had no idea,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my clit.

“Yes, I am,” I whispered, my body shivering at his touch. “I’m your dirty slut.”

Sean’s movements grew more frantic, his cock twitching in his hand. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his tip. “They made me cum so many times, Sean. I couldn’t help it. I needed it.”

With a final, guttural moan, Sean came, his hot load spilling onto my face and chest. I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth, the mixture of his cum and their cum on my skin. When he was done, he looked down at me, his expression a mix of anger and longing.

“What happens now?” I asked, trembling.

“Go shower,” he instructed firmly. “We’re going to have a talk with our friend next door.”

My heart raced. I nodded, rising to my feet and heading to the bathroom. As I stood under the hot water, I let the mixture of cum wash away, my mind spinning with what could happen next.

When I emerged from the shower, Sean was waiting for me. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Just the robe. Put it on,” he ordered.

I obeyed. We walked to Rick’s room, me doing the walk of shame a few steps behind. I didn’t know what to expect, but nothing I could've imagined would've prepared me.

Sean knocked on the door, and Rick answered with a surprised look. “Sean, Jenna… what’s going on?” he asked, his eyes flicking between us.

“We need to talk,” Sean seethed. “Inside.”

Rick stepped aside, allowing us to enter. His roommate was there, lounging on the bed, his eyes widening at seeing us. Mortified, I realized the room still carried the scent of sex.

Sean closed the door behind us, his eyes never leaving Rick’s. “I know what’s been happening,” he said, low and dangerous. “Jenna told me everything.”

Rick’s expression shifted, prepared for a confrontation. “Hey man, I—”

“Shut up,” Sean snapped, cutting him off. “You’ve been fucking my girlfriend behind my back. Both of you.” He pointed at Rick’s roommate, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“I’m sorry, Sean,” Rick’s roommate stammered, but Sean wasn’t interested in apologies.

“You’re not sorry,” Sean said, approaching me. “You’re both going to pay for this. Right now.”

I looked at Sean, my palms growing as sweaty as my slit was wet. There was a dark edge to his tone, a commanding presence I hadn’t seen before. He turned to me, his eyes burning with intensity. “Strip,” he boomed.

My hands shook as I pulled off my robe, my body exposed once more, bearing the marks of the past couple of days of being used as a fuck toy.

Sean turned to Rick and his roommate. “You two, make her ready.”

They did as Sean asked hesitantly, their hands rough and eager as they felt me up. I was pushed onto the bed, spread out for everyone to see.

Sean stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving Rick's.

“You’re going to watch this time,” he said, his voice cold. “You’re going to watch me fuck her. And then, you’re going to clean her up.”

Rick and his roommate exchanged glances, their arousal evident. They stepped back, giving Sean space. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I gasped as he entered me, his thrusts hard and unforgiving.

“You're getting wetter?” he growled. “You like being fucked by me after they’ve ruined you?”

“Yes, Sean,” I moaned, arching into him. “I love it.”

He pounded into me. My pussy clenched around him, the friction reduced by the traces of Rick and his roommate still swimming inside me. I lost control, my body shuddering with pure euphoria.

Sean reached down, his fingers finding my hard clit. He rubbed it roughly, his thrusts never slowing.

“You’re going to cum for me,” he demanded. “You’re going to cum and show them who you really belong to.”

I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm ripped through me, my body quaking with the force of it. I screamed, the desperation echoing in the room. Sean continued to push into me harder, riding out my climax until he found his own release, filling me with his cum.

He pulled out, his eyes dimming with satisfaction. He looked at Rick and his roommate. “Clean her up.”

They hesitated for a moment, but then they moved, their tongues and fingers exploring my used cum-filled pussy. What the fuck was going on? How did I become such a thot? They licked and sucked, their hands roaming over my belly and tits.

Sean watched from the chair, catching his breath. When they were done, he helped me up, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Go to the room,” he said quietly.

I rushed out after slipping into my robe. I'm not sure what Sean and the guys said. But it was enough that Rick didn't even look my way the next morning when he saw me in the lobby.

Back in our room, Sean held me close, his arms wrapped around me in bed. “We need to talk,” he said softly. “But not tonight. Tonight, I just want to hold you.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I had crossed a line, but somehow, in the darkness of our actions, we had found a new understanding. But cheaters should never win. I knew that, and so did Sean. We broke up a few months later after engaging in some really kinky sessions where we both learned a lot about our sexuality. He pops up on my social media feed every now and then, and I wonder if his wife has ever benefitted from my infidelity during that business trip.