The notification chime and low rumble of his phone on the nightstand woke Chris the following morning. Reaching out groggily, a smile crept across his face when the lock screen displayed a new message from his group chat with Jennifer and Brian.

"Good morning, last night was so fun," Jennifer's message read, accompanied by a winking emoji.

Chris chuckled to himself and quickly replied back with a simple "Morning, yea it was" before getting out of bed and starting his day.

As the sun began to set, Chris lounged on his couch with a glass of tequila in hand. He scrolled through the group chat with Jennifer and Brian, reliving their conversation from earlier that day.

Jennifer was still buzzing with excitement and enthusiasm from their encounter last night. She couldn't stop gushing about how much they enjoyed it.

Chris smiled as he read her messages, feeling proud of himself for being able to awaken her desires. But as he continued scrolling, he couldn't help but notice Brian's lack of participation in the conversation.

He had barely said anything since last night, only chiming in with short responses here and there. Chris couldn't tell if it was just his quiet nature or if something was bothering him.
A small twinge of worry crept into Chris's mind. Was Brian having second thoughts about what they had done? Had he regretted giving in to his submissive tendencies?

Chris knew that these thoughts were normal after exploring new kinks and boundaries. This lifestyle carried an undercurrent of “be careful what you wish for” and Brian wouldn’t be the first to get uncomfortable once fantasy became reality.

He quickly tried to push away these thoughts and focus on Jennifer's excitement instead. Yet, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that everything was progressing as planned, a part of him couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

As the night progressed and he finished his second and third drinks, Chris's thoughts returned to Jennifer's husband. He pondered whether he should confront Brian directly or let Jennifer's assertiveness and clear control in their relationship guide their actions. After all, their marriage was not his concern; his focus was on satisfying his own desires through giving her the experience she craved.

The faint buzz of his phone interrupted Chris's thoughts yet again. He couldn't help but let out a sly smile as he read Jennifer's message, eagerly asking for another rendezvous this upcoming weekend. With devious intentions in mind, Chris typed out his response, proposing they meet at their usual spot for drinks before heading over to the Hampton Inn right across the street.

Chris sat his phone down and exhaled. The response was nearly immediate, with Jennifer texting back “That sounds perfect!” with another winking emoji.

The week passed by quickly and before he knew it, Chris found himself back at the familiar bar where he would meet Jennifer and Brian. He sat at their usual table, sipping on his Jack and Coke as he waited for them to arrive.

As soon as they walked in, Chris felt the stir of attraction. Jennifer’s confidence was on an entirely different level than their first meeting as she sauntered towards the booth. Her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, giving way to a tight black top and dark jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin.

Chris's face lit up, and he glanced at Brian who was trailing behind his wife. A sense of relief washed over Chris when Brian returned the smile. "He looks alright," Chris thought to himself as the couple took a seat across from him.

“Good seeing you two again” Chris said with a wink, his eyes locking with Jennifer’s.
“Yes, we’re excited, did you…” Jennifer glanced around, her cute nervousness exciting Chris further “…did you get the room?”

Chris leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink before answering. “I did…I was thinking we could grab a few drinks here and make sure we are all on the same page before heading over."

Jennifer's grin widened as she leaned forward, her voice low and sultry. "OK, what do you want to talk about?"

Chris gave a light chuckle as he turned his attention to Brian. "You've been quiet, man," he said. "Are you good?" Chris asked directly, processing her husband’s reaction. Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing between Chris and Jennifer with nervousness in his eyes. "I'm a little nervous," he admitted with a laugh. "It's exciting, but it also feels like whoa, shit is getting real." He chuckled again, trying to ease the tension.

Chris nodded and chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "That's right," he replied with a directness that lingered in the air. He watched Brian closely, reading his body language. "So, are you comfortable with this? How do you want the rest of the night to go?" He looked over at Jennifer, seeing her face flush with pink and her lips part as she turned towards Brian. Chris couldn't help but think that she enjoyed seeing her husband squirm as he reconciled his fantasy.

“What do you mean?” Brian asked.

Chris posed the question, "Is everything still the same?" He clarified, "When we're in the room tonight, you just want to watch, right?" The question had an underlying purpose; Chris was not interested in a threesome and only wanted Brian to observe from the sidelines and enjoy what was about to unfold.

Brian took a slug from his beer and nodded, “yeah, for sure” he replied. Jennifer’s hand slid on top of her husband’s as she bit her bottom lip and Chris could tell she was as ready as he was.

“Y’all ready?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at the couple, who nodded affirmatively at the same time. Chris smiled at them both before leaning in towards Jennifer. "Good, then let's go take a show before we leave."

The trio approached the bar and requested three rounds of Casamigos shots. Chris took care of the bill while they waited, and soon enough three glasses were placed in front of them. Raising his own shot glass, Chris proposed a toast to "a great night" before the trio quickly downed their drinks and exited through the front door into the balmy night air.
As they stepped out of the elevator onto their hotel floor, Chris's hand slid down and palmed Jennifer's right cheek as they walked side by side. He could feel Brian's eyes on them from behind, and he couldn't help but grin mischievously at how his actions were affecting her husband's thoughts and anticipation.

With a beep, Chris unlocked the door and guided the couple inside. The room was inviting yet minimalistic in design. A spacious king-sized bed stood at the center, accompanied by two modest end tables. On the other side of the room, a desk and office chair were positioned next to a low dresser. Above it all hung a mounted television, while a cozy armchair sat nearby the bed.

"Which do you prefer, standing or sitting in one of these chairs?" Chris gestured to the office chair and armchair in front of him. He was ready to take charge and help Brian settle into his role.

Brian hesitated, glancing between the two chairs. "I think I'll start in the armchair," he said finally.

“You want the lights on, or just the TV?” Chris asked, turning back to Jennifer. She chewed her lip as she thought for a moment, “Let’s do just the TV” she said. Chris smirked as he glimpsed her bashfulness, then nodded and switched off the two lamps.

He strode back to the middle of the room, turning his full attention to Jennifer. She met his gaze with equal intensity, desire burning in her eyes. He reached out, grasping her hips and pulling her close. Their lips met hungrily as a full week of anticipation was realized. She moaned into his mouth, her breathy tone causing his cock to strain against his jeans.
He took a firm grip on her throat, causing her to moan even louder as their tongues danced together. Her hands eagerly pulled at the bottom of his shirt, baring his muscular body and discarding the fabric to the floor. She pressed her lips against his body, kissing and nipping at his broad chest while her hands explored and squeezed his triceps. Chris towered over her, feeling powerful in a way that fueled his ego - she craved a man like him.
Chris undressed her, rapidly removing her shirt and bra. Jennifer then sat back on the bed and took off her heels, her hands trembling as she struggled with the clasp before finally tossing them aside. Chris looked over at Brian, who was gripping the armchair tightly with a wide-eyed stare, only partially illuminated by the TV’s glow.

Jennifer reclined on the bed, unbuttoning her jeans with practiced ease. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down her curvy figure. Her hips lifted off the mattress as she tugged the fabric over her round backside and down her toned, olive-hued thighs. Chris reached his hand out and pulled Jennifer back up into a sitting position as she let her jeans drop from her ankles into the floor. Without hesitation, her hand traveled to his belt and deftly undid it, causing him to release a low groan. As she unbuttoned his jeans, her hand brushed down his inner thigh until she found and squeezed his erection, exhaling deeply at the feeling of him in her grasp.

Chris kicked off his jeans and boxers, standing naked in front of her as he stroked himself. Jennifer's gaze was fixated on his hand as it moved back and forth, and she couldn't help but bite her lip in anticipation. Chris stepped closer to her, but before he could give any instructions, she reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it eagerly as she leaned in and took the head into her mouth.

"Yes baby," he let out a low growl, gently guiding her head with his hand and closing his eyes as she began her work. Chris was pleased that her eagerness hadn’t dissipated in the slightest since their first encounter, as she hungrily used her lips and tongue on every inch of him.

He didn’t want to wait any longer. He tugged gently at her hair and guided her back on the bed. Jennifer slid towards the headboard as Chris climbed onto the mattress, moving between her open legs on his knees.

“Here, put this behind your head” Chris said, smiling down at her as he slid a pillow beneath her. He gripped her legs at the back of her knees and gently pushed her legs back and open, where she replaced his hands with hers, taking his cue and holding them in place.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded her head quickly and said “just go slow”, her eyes drifting to look down her body. Chris couldn't help but smirk; he was well aware of his considerable size, and while not all women enjoyed that, he had a feeling that this was exactly what Jennifer had been wanting.

His suspicion was confirmed as he teasingly tapped the heavy head of his cock against her swollen clit, her wetness not only audible but visibly glistening on her inner thighs. He lined himself up with her opening and gradually thrust his hips forward, feeling her body open and take him in. She let out a deep moan and arched her neck back into the pillow, shutting her eyes in pleasure. Her fingers dug into his thighs, followed by her nails as he slowly pushed his entire length inside of her.

As Chris took his dominant position on top of Jennifer, the bed groaned under their combined weight. He knelt between her legs, holding onto her calves to keep them in place. As he began to rhythmically move his hips, a sense of accomplishment washed over him and he let out a long exhale from his chest.

"Damn you’re tight," he commented as she shook her head and replied through strained breaths, "You're just fucking huge." She lifted her head to watch as he slid in and out of her. “Just relax Jen… let that pussy open up” he directed as she let out a sharp moan in reaction. There was no need for censorship; Chris thought, planning to see just how explicit Jennifer was willing to be.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as Jennifer's moans amplified to screams of pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into his thighs, marking him with small crescent-shaped imprints on his skin.

“Move your hands off my leg” Chris instructed, settling into a steady rhythm, the dark length of his cock glistening as he plunged in and out of her.

When she didn’t act immediately, Chris repeated his command, “Jen… move your hands off my leg”, modulating his tone to be more stern. With a moan she obliged, instead gripping the comforter beside her as he picked up his pace.

“Oh fuck! Chris, wai-” she moaned before he interrupted, louder than his prior instruction but still dripping with order, “Mmmhmm, there you go… take that dick.”

Jennifer moaned even louder in response, her back arching off the bed as her fingernails dug into the comforter. Chris sustained his pace, his hips slapping against her thighs with each powerful thrust. He knew he had found her sweet spot when she started to buck her hips against him, trying to meet his every deep plunge with equal fervor. Chris smiled to himself; it always turned him on when a woman lost control around him, and Jennifer was no exception.

Chris glanced over at Brian, a smirk playing on his lips. Their observer was sitting in the chair, his shorts around his ankles as he stroked himself. "This what you wanted?" he taunted between breaths. Brian's face flushed with humiliation and arousal, but he could only nod in approval as Chris turned his attention back to his wife.

“That dick feel good?” he asked, staring down at her. “Fuck yeahhh” she groaned, her voice deep and raspy. “I want you to cum for me” he replied, drawing another moan in response.

“Tell me how you want it…like this?” He gently placed his thumb on her clit and started making small circles as he slowed down, only giving her half of his length while the head pressed against her g-spot. As her back arched and she let out a sharp gasp, he knew he was on the right track. She moaned "Oh my fucking god, yes, just like that."

"That's it baby, cum for me," he growled, keeping his rhythm and depth constant. Jennifer's body began trembling, and her nails digging into the sheets as her moans warbled from the building of her orgasm. “Chris…Chris…” she whined pleadingly before gasping, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as she shook and came, exhaling loudly in a groan of release before pushing her feet against his hips and forcing him out of her.

Her voice trembling and high-pitched, she let out a string of expletives as she rolled onto her side, biting down on her arm. Her breathing was ragged and labored as she trailed off mid-sentence. Chris couldn't help but smirk; this was the exact moment he had been anticipating.

“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah… yeah…holy shit, that was fucking intense!” she replied, taking deep breaths between phrases.
"Do you need a minute?" he chuckled, unable to wipe the grin off his face.
"Yes," she nodded, shaking her head as the intensity of her orgasm slowly dissipated.

Chris slid off the bed, making sure his eyes met Brian’s as he stood to retrieve a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. He handed it her before sitting back down on the edge of the bed and taking a long drink of his own.

He stood up and approached the bed, standing at the foot of it. "You ready?" he inquired. Jennifer's face, neck, and chest were flushed and her hair was sticking to her shoulders. She looked at him and nodded. Chris motioned towards a spot on the bed in front of him. "Turn over so I can get it from the back," he instructed.

Jennifer paused momentarily, looking over at her husband, who merely nodded in affirmation, his hand glued to his dick. Slowly, she rolled onto all fours and slid down the bed to where she’d been directed. Chris could see the evidence of their passion on the sheets below her, and it only served to stoke his already raging fire.

Admiring the sight of her moving towards him, Chris directed her hips to align himself behind her. He trailed his fingers along her spine, pushing down gently between her shoulder blades. "Arch your back...perfect, now poke that ass all the way up for me."
As Jennifer followed his instruction, Chris couldn't help himself as he playfully slapped each of her cheeks before gripping them both and jiggling them.

“Goddamn…” he said quietly, “…your ass is so fucking fat Jen.” As she moaned “mmm” proudly in response, Chris couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped Jennifer's hips and slid back inside her. She let out a sharp gasp as her walls gripped him, the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

"You okay?" he asked her, their bodies meeting with a soft popping sound as he picked up the pace. Jen was completely losing herself with him, and Chris couldn't help but turn his head quickly to smirk at Brian. His dominant nature flared as he remembered his concerns from earlier in the week; but tonight fully demonstrated that Jennifer's husband couldn't satisfy her desires like he could. She was his to claim.

“Talk to me baby…that dick feel good?” he asked, slapping her ass.
She yelped from the sting of his hand before replying “Yeah… yeah”, breathing hard as her hands clenched the bedspread.
“Mmhmm…” he growled, increasing his pace, her ass bouncing and rippling from the force of his thrusts. “Brian don’t fuck you like this, huh?” he asked her, intentionally not looking at her husband as he did.
"Oh... fuck!" she exclaimed, a mixture of shock and pleasure in her voice.
"Tell me, Jen. He doesn't give it to you like this, does he?"
“Fuck no!” she shrieked.
“Yeah…” Chris began, now looking directly at Brian and pointing down at his wife’s quaking cheeks. “…you see that?” He asked, pausing as Brian gaped back at him with an open mouth. “…that’s too much ass for you” Chris asserted as Brian exhaled loudly and said “fuck, man” in a submissive whine.

Chris's ego couldn't have been bigger as he watched Brian’s rapt attention to his wife's undeniable pleasure. With each thrust, he felt more and more in control of the situation. He knew Brian was close to accepting his new reality, and wanted to shatter any last bit of resistance her husband had left.

Chris slowed his thrusts down, coming to a stop, his dick still halfway inside her. “Back up on the dick” he said calmly, playfully slapping her ass again. Jennifer groaned as she lifted herself up on her hands and began to rock back and forth in a series of jerky movements. Chris laughed, “damn, you’ve got all this ass and don’t know how to throw it?” he said with a chuckle, teasing her as his hands gripped her cheeks and began moving her on his dick. She giggled and let him take control, finding his rhythm and matching it. "That's it... just like that," he praised her.

She quickly picked up the technique, popping her hips and bouncing back and forth against him. Her cheeks made a loud clapping sound as they hit his hips, and Chris held onto her waist tightly. The room was filled with the echoing sound of their bodies colliding, and the headboard banged against the wall. "Yes, that's it...give me that pussy, Jen," he snarled as she moaned in response.

“Ready for me to cum?” he asked as she immediately voiced her affirmation back to him.
“Where do you want it?”
“I-In my mouth” she blurted, the bed rocking as she continued her torrid pace, her ass humping back on his cock.

Chris could feel his climax building, but he held on as long as he could, wanting to prolong the intense sensation. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out, climbing onto the bed beside her. She turned to face him, her lips parted in anticipation. “Suck this dick,” he commanded, his voice thick with urgency.

Jen's hand gripped Chris's shaft like a vise as she took him into her mouth, his groans of pleasure vibrating through her. But then, he heard a whimper from the direction of the armchair and turned to see Brian's small white dick erupting hot streams of cum onto his own stomach and chest. The sight sent bolts of confidence through Chris's ego as he watched Jen's skilled hand and full lips working tirelessly on his thick, dark shaft. With a guttural roar, he released himself into her waiting mouth, feeling waves of intense pleasure wash over him.

The room fell silent as Chris breathed heavily, his vision blurred, and his body tingling with pleasure. Jennifer laid back on the bed, her chest heaving from the exertion. He looked at Brian, who was still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving as cum dribbling down his stomach. Chris couldn't help but feel a surge of victory flow through him; he had given Jen the fuck of her life and ensured Brian knew his place.

He stood up, chugging what remained of the water on the nightstand before looking down at Jennifer, “damn baby, you took this dick like a pro” he said with a chuckle as she laughed in response.

Chris scooped up his pants from the floor, casually slipping them on as Jennifer caught her breath. Brian, still recovering from his own orgasm, hadn't said a word since his own explosive climax. Chris shot him a smirk before bending down to pick up his shirt and shoes. "You enjoy that?" he asked with a wink, double-checking his pockets for his keys and phone. Brian nodded, “yeah, that was crazy” he said, pulling his shorts up his legs with shaky hands.

Chris stood in the center of the room, “That was amazing, thank you both, for real. Hopefully we can keep this going.” He glanced at Jennifer and smiled, and then back at Brian who was still trying to process what he had just witnessed. “I’ll get out of here and let y’all two reconnect” he said before walking to the door and exiting the room.

As he walked back to his car, Chris couldn't believe how well the night had gone. The look on Brian's face when he had dominated both him and his wife was what he lived for. Chris started the engine, and he couldn't wipe the cocky grin off his face. He knew he had planted a seed in both of their minds, one that would sprout and grow into something more. The night air was cool against his flushed skin as he drove away from their house, a newfound confidence in his step.

Chris reminisced about the events of the evening as he drove home. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there was more where that came from; Jen was hooked. The thought of being with her again, and again, filled him with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see how far they would go next time. His mind drifted to the countless possibilities as he cruised down the darkened streets.