Cuckold Valentine

"Thank you," Brian murmured, his eyes darting away, unable to bear the knowing look in hers.

He turned his back to her, focusing on the sandwiches. There was no mistaking the rhythmic thud against the shower wall, an insistent pulse that seemed to synchronize with Brian's racing heart.

"Sounds like someone's having fun," Erica remarked innocently, as she lingered by the door.

"Uh, yeah," Brian stammered, his cheeks aflame with shame and a perverse pride. "They sure are."

Brian was just standing there with the cacophony of forbidden acts sealed behind steam-fogged glass. Each sound felt like a lash upon his psyche, carving deeper into his self-worth. Hearing the familiar scream of his wife's orgasm from inside, he shuddered and looked at Erica who was still just standing there with a coy smile. Brian just wanted to ask her to leave when the shower ceased its hiss, and silence fell like a curtain. Brian's breath hitched as the door opened, releasing a cloud of hot steam.

Alicia emerged first, her skin flushed and beaded with moisture, her hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was Aphrodite ascending from her bath, with a hot body like a carnal goddess. Behind her, Greg followed, his chest heaving, his blue eyes alight with a relaxed satisfaction.

"Damn, Alicia," Greg rumbled, his voice a low growl that reverberated off the walls. "No one rimmed me like that before."

"Happy to oblige," Alicia purred, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. She glanced at Brian and Erica, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of her own deviance.

"Seems my skills extend beyond the courtroom," she quipped, tossing her head back with laughter.

Brian's throat constricted, a knot of complex emotions threatening to spill over. Humiliation. Desire. Regret. They mixed within him, a cocktail of self-inflicted torment that he gulped down with masochistic fervor.

"Hope the sandwiches are as good as what I just got," Greg said, smirking at Brian as he reached for one, the alpha claiming his spoils.

"Sure," Brian managed to choke out.

"Thank you for bringing them up for us," Alicia declared to Erica, her tone casual, as if they hadn't just redrawn the boundaries of their marriage with another man. "I hope my husband has paid you fairly," she added.

"Sure," the receptionist showed the few crumpled bucks which made Alicia's eyes open up wide.

"Oh my god, Brian!" she shouted as if she was just standing on the street. "I can't believe you would pull this again! I've told you so many times you have to thank the services with a noble tip! Especially when..." She looked around, at her numb husband and the muscular, naked lover who had just satisfied her. "She provides delicious food for such a wonderful evening!"

"That's all right, ma'am," Erica waved with her hand, then turned to the door.

"No, no! Please wait!" Alicia stepped to Erica, the gold-embossed wallet in her hand snapping open with a crisp flick. She peeled off several hundred-dollar bills, sliding them across the smooth surface of the room service tray with a smirk.

"Consider this a tip for the excellent service," Alicia said, her voice dripping as she locked eyes with Brian.

"Thanks, Mrs. Anderson," Erica replied, plucking the bills.

"Brian here has been very naughty today," Alicia continued, her tone playful yet laced with an edge as sharp as the stilettos clicking against the hotel's marble floors. "We're exploring new... dynamics, and I could use an extra pair of hands."

"Happy to assist," Erica chimed, her gaze flitting between the couple with undisguised interest.

"That's great!" Alicia turned back to the men behind her. She then looked at her husband, who was surprised at how the events unfolded -- again.

"Sit," Alicia commanded him, pointing to a stiff-backed chair, placed strategically in the center of the room. Brian complied, sinking down, his body rigid with anticipation.

"Look at me, sweetie," Alicia said, her back arching as she positioned herself on before Greg, who stood behind her, his suit now a discarded memory on the sofa.

"Watch closely," she whispered, a devious smile spreading across her lips as Greg grasped her hips, and bent her on the arm of the chair slightly. Brian could see Greg's huge cock pointing straight towards Alicia's dripping-wet pussy. "Watch as he will fuck me," his wife whispered half-aloud as their guest entered her dripping slit.

Erica hid her mouth behind her palm as she watched the beautiful Mrs. Anderson being fucked doggy style looking at her husband in the chair. The muscular bull was fucking Alicia with long, hard thrusts now, which were primal and unyielding.

"Ah!" Alicia gasped, her eyes never leaving Brian's. Each thrust sent shivers through her, a stark contrast to the stillness of the man seated before her.

"Isn't this... what you... wanted, Brian?" Alicia taunted him, her breath hitching with each powerful thrust from Greg. "To see... how a real man... satisfies your wife?"

"God, yes," Greg grunted, his hands gripping tighter, asserting his dominance over the tender body of the woman before him.

Brian's hand twitched, inching toward his lap before Erica's sharp slap landed on his wrist. "No touching," she scolded, her voice stern yet tinged with amusement.

"Please," Brian pleaded under his breath, his chest heaving with a cocktail of emotions -- lust, shame, envy. His mind reeled, as his eyes were embracing the raw, pulsating reality before him.

"Keep your eyes on them, cucky," Erica ordered, her mouth hovering close to Brian's ear, her warm breath sending chills down his spine.

"Feel that?" Alicia moaned, tilting her head back to catch Brian's gaze as Greg's relentless rhythm pushed against her. "That's the power of a bull. That's what I've been craving."

"Damn right," Greg affirmed between labored breaths, his hands roaming over Alicia's curves with possessive intent. He then grabbed her luscious breasts, hiding her hard nipples in his palm, and fucked her hard, vividly.

"Remember this moment, Brian. Burn it into your memory," Alicia managed to say between gasps. "This is what... ecstasy looks like, and you're just a... spectator in your own marriage."

Brian's thoughts swirled, a vortex of humiliation and forbidden pleasure. The sharp scent of sex mixed with the faint aroma of the sandwiches, untouched on the side table -- a juxtaposition as jarring as the scene unfolding before him.

"Erica... isn't this... just the hottest thing you've ever seen... in this hotel?" Alicia asked, casting a glance at the receptionist who had become their filthy accomplice. Greg was pounding the hotwife balls deep then, growling heavily behind her.

"Absolutely," Erica replied, her eyes alight with a blend of professional detachment and personal intrigue. "It's quite the Valentine's Day special."

As Greg's pace quickened, Alicia's cries filled the room, a sound of pleasure that reverberated in Brian's soul. This was love redefined, trust twisted, a marriage morphed into a spectacle that would haunt and tantalize him, perhaps forever.

Erica leaned to Brian's ear and went on tantalizing him with her hot whispers.

"Isn't it neat how he will... claim your wife his?"

But Greg stopped the hardcore pounding, pulled his cock out, and stood there behind the woman in heat, catching his breath. Alicia looked at him surprised, but Greg's hand clamped around Alicia's wrist with the certainty of a man who knew what he wanted. With a tug that suggested urgency but not haste, he led her to the full-length window overlooking the cityscape below. The lights outside flickered like distant stars fallen into the urban abyss, while inside, Brian watched his wife approach the glass pane on wobbly knees.

"Right here," Greg commanded, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through the room. "I want them to see."

Alicia, the embodiment of every illicit fantasy, complied without hesitation. She knelt before him, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, an ethereal contrast to the indecency of the act she was about to perform. Brian felt a surge of envy as she opened herself to the night, to the countless anonymous eyes that might witness her debasement.

"Look at her, Brian," Erica murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "She's your innocent wife by day, and now... just look."

Her words were like acid, etching away his pride as he watched Alicia sucking Greg's cock again with the same fierceness she had already proven. He couldn't help but imagine someone recognizing her, judging her as nothing more than a cheap whore displayed in a hotel window.

"Never seen such a filthy session in this hotel," Erica whispered conspiratorially, echoing his darkest thoughts. "Isn't it neat?"

"Shut up," Brian muttered, but he still couldn't do anything.

"Can't handle it?" Erica teased him. "Come on, honey," she went on with mockery in her voice. "Don't be so tense watching your lovely wife on her knees in front of the city! Let me help you!"

Her well-manicured fingers quickly opened Brian's fly and took out his cock. It was already throbbing in anticipation. Greg, meanwhile, pounded Alicia's mouth as it was a pussy, hard and fast, holding her head by her hair, having her drool on the gray carpet beneath. Her fingers were furiously playing on her clit by then, she was clearly enjoying the filthy act of being face fucked by her nasty colleague.

Brian shuddered as Erica started jerking his cock slowly. His voice was completely muted by the loud gagging of his wife's face being fucked balls deep like a porn star. Brian couldn't believe the lovely Valentine's Day evening they had planned had turned into this perverted adventure.

Greg pulled his cock out of Alicia's gaping mouth. A thick strand of saliva was connecting the head of his cock to her lips like a bridge of debauchery. The faithful wife, on her knees, was still masturbating furiously, with her eyes closed. Greg knelt to her, opened her lips with his fingers, and then spit a large amount of saliva into her mouth. The sudden arrival of the hot fluid on her tongue surprised Alicia so she opened her eyes with a devilish smile on her face. She looked into her lover's eyes with lust and submission, then with the last moves of her fingers, she just came right there and then, in front of the three people watching her.

The trembling went through her body and she even shrieked out a little. Greg still kept her head and face in his palms steadily, watching her orgasm, and kept on jerking his own cock.

"Come to the bed, my love," he stated, as the waves of pleasure started to calm down in her. "It's time I make you mine again." And he backed to the white sheets, pulling his lover with him.

On the bed, Greg shifted, the sheets crumpling under him as he beckoned Alicia with a crooked finger. She rose, her body a red flame against the cool neutrality of the room. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment -- hers alit with wild abandon, his darkened by a mixture of desire and despair.

"Come here," Greg said, patting his lap. His tone was casual, as if inviting her to share a swing at the park.

Alicia straddled him, sinking with a sigh that seemed to pull the air from Brian's lungs. The bed groaned under their combined weight, a creaking soundtrack to Alicia's joyful movements. She rode Greg with an intensity that spoke of a hunger long denied, back arching, head thrown back in reckless ecstasy.

"God, you're so much better than he ever was," she breathed, lost in the rhythm he dictated.

"Of course, I am," Greg responded, his hands guiding her hips with firm insistence.

The sight was too much and yet not enough; Brian's heart hammered against his ribs, each beat echoing the slap of skin on skin. This was no longer about love or even lust -- it was about power, possession, and the bitter thrill of the forbidden. Besides, Erica was jerking his cock vividly now, his skin making a wet noise as his precum was spread on the head of his member.

"Bet you wish you could be me now, huh?" Greg taunted, locking eyes with Brian over Alicia's shoulder.

"Fuck you," Brian spat out, but without any power in his voice.

"Quite the opposite, actually," Greg chuckled, his attention returning to the woman writhing on top of him.

Brian sank deeper into his chair, the leather cool against his heated skin.

"Remember when Valentine's Day meant chocolates and roses?" Erica quipped, playing hard with his cock by then. "Looks like Alicia prefers a different kind of treat."

"Enough," Brian hissed, though there was no real fight left in him, only the sinking realization that his fantasies had come to life in a way he had never truly anticipated.

"Be careful what you wish for," Erica added with a smirk. "Especially on Valentine's Day."

As Alicia continued her quick paced riding atop Greg, the room seemed to spin around for her husband. And in the center of it all was Brian, the silent witness to his own Valentine's Day adventure. His gaze lingered on the rhythmic ascent and descent of Alicia's silhouette against Greg's muscular frame.

"Quite the view, isn't it?" Erica murmured directly into Brian's ear, her breath hot and mocking, switching hands on his cock and jerking it from a new angle. "How does it feel to know that your wife is getting fucked by a bigger, better cock right now, cuckold?"

Brian's jaw clenched, the word 'cuckold' echoing in his mind like a relentless gong.

"Erica," Alicia's voice cut through the thickening air, commanding and crisp. "He needs to be part of this, too. Put a condom on him. You'll find one in my purse."

"Of course, Mrs. Anderson," Erica replied with a sly grin, emphasizing the irony of their holiday debacle. She took the condom out of Alicia's purse and showed it off. "Normal size, really?"

"I know... right?" Alicia moaned, riding the stud beneath her. "You see now... why I need... this?"

As Erica approached, her fingers cool and clinical, they fumbled with the foil packet before rolling the latex down over Brian's reluctant arousal. His body responded mechanically to her touch, with his mind still adrift in admiring his wife riding this stranger in the hotel room he payed for.

"Only a real man can cum in me," Alicia taunted from the bed, her back arched triumphantly. "You will have to cum into a condom from now on."

"Oh my god..." Brian thought bitterly, eagerly watching his wife riding like a wild cowgirl riding in front of him.

"Is this what you wanted? To be humiliated?" Erica whispered, her hand moving in a calculated rhythm between Brian's legs.

"Maybe," he admitted silently to himself. His heart raced, torn between humiliation and an undeniable, dark thrill.

"Say it, Brian. Beg for it," Alicia demanded, not pausing in her conquest atop Greg.

"Please," he uttered, the single word feeling like a leaden surrender.

"Pathetic," Erica sneered softly, her disdain wrapping around Brian tighter than the confines of the condom.

The room echoed with the sounds of flesh and whispers, the contrast of Alicia's moans of pleasure and Brian's muted pleas.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Brian thought, the phrase now a perverse punchline to the joke his life had become. Listening to his wife's muffled screams, he couldn't take it anymore: he released his member throbbing in Erica's hand and shot his load inside the condom.

"Wow, nice," Erica giggled, jerking his cock in the rubber relentlessly. "Not bad for a cuck like you..."

Alicia didn't seem to notice her husband's latex-covered orgasm, she kept on riding her bull. The sounds of her pleasure escaping her mouth echoed in the simple hotel room. She let her head back and cried out as the waves of her own orgasm shuttered through her body.

"That's it, baby..." Greg moaned, holding her firm breasts and pushing upwards with his huge cock. "Come on my cock..."

The pleasure took for long moments to release Alicia's tension completely. After screaming two more loud ones, she fell on Greg's shoulder, covering his face with her ruffled hair.

"Oh my God, Greg...," she whispered loud enough so Brian could hear from the armchair. "This was so amazing!"

"You can thank me, baby...," he whispered back, "by taking my load on your lovely face!"

Alicia jumped down from her lover's lap like a well-paid porn star working for the final act. Greg also stood up, his muscular body ruling the hotel room.

Alicia's silhouette, a blonde goddess, knelt before Greg as if he were an altar, her eager gaze fixed on the prize.

"Excuse me," Erica said coyly, nodding her head towards her hand with Brian's condom-covered cock. "Seems like my job is done here. Do you mind if I join?"

"Not at all," Alicia answered smiling, reaching to the magnificent member dangling in front of her face. "Sharing is caring."

Erica, the sly-fox-of-a-receptionist, joined her, their knees pressing into the plush carpet. Brian watched, his stomach a knot of jealous fire and shameful longing. The sight of her lovely wife kneeling naked, her face red from the orgasms and the fucking she had just received, was a complete contrast to the white canvas skin of the receptionist, who looked strange kneeling beside her in her hotel uniform, but eagerly waiting for the cumshot.

"Ready for your close-up, princess?" Greg's voice was a cocky purr, his eyes on Alicia, who licked her lips with lustful hunger.

"Make it memorable," Alicia quipped back, her tone playful yet edged with a dominance that sent shivers down Brian's spine. She swallowed the dick again, bobbing on it violently, slurping and drooling on it like a bitch in heat.

Erica's hands, steady and deliberate, worked Greg like a maestro conducting an orchestra, each stroke a calculated movement towards the release. The air thrummed with tension, Brian's breath hitched with every bob of Alicia's head, inching closer to the eruption.

"Almost there," Erica announced, a smirk painting her lips as she glanced briefly at Brian, "you will see a real load now, cucky!"

"Fuck..." Greg grunted, the word hanging in the air like a signal flare.

Brian pushed the used condom off himself, throwing it to the rug, and he still felt his member throbbing hard at the sight of wild debauchery in front of him. Greg pushed some more, entering Alicia's throat again and again, then pulled out, keeping his member in place, letting Erica do the job.

"Shit..." he sighed, and a burst of hot white cum splattered across Alicia's face. The fresh spray covered her nose, her cheeks, and her lips in waves. She closed her eyes, a serene smile dancing across her cum-streaked cheeks. The lovely wife enjoyed the smell of the fresh load on her skin taking a deep breath, to embrace the ancient aroma of his manliness deep inside.

"Your turn, honey," Alicia cooed then, and Brian's heart stuttered at the sight of Erica leaning to her and scooping the dirty hot evidence with a practiced tongue.

"That's right, lick up all," Greg moaned in a deep, satisfied voice. "Take my present!"

Erica looked up at him and went on collecting all of his fresh load between her thin lips. She licked Alicia's face all over, gathering every drop. Then, looking at Brian, she rose, carrying the load in her mouth over to a half-full glass of bourbon resting on the dark wood table. She leaned above the glass, and opened her mouth ajar, dribbling the cocktail of fluids into the amber liquid. She swirled the glass for a moment, letting the white drops swim around in a lazy rhythm.

"Open up," Erica's voice laced toward Brian with poison honey, and handed the glass over to the man. He looked down at the mixing of brown and white fluids worriedly.

"Swallow your pride, and everything else," Alicia teased her husband.

Brian's hand trembled as he brought the glass to his lips, the aroma pungent and oddly sweet. The first sip was a shock to the system, a mix of bitterness, salt, and alcohol burning a trail down his throat. He swallowed again, this time slower, the flavors melding, becoming something almost exquisite.