Once 5 o’clock hit, I realized she wouldn’t be back for dinner. I bundled up and went to the diner to grab a burger. The hostess sat me in a booth next to the window. I could see the hotel lobby from my seat.
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I checked my phone and was not surprised to see no messages. I had texted my wife a few times but had yet to get a reply. I ordered my food and watched the people in the diner. It was starting to fill up so I was grateful I came over when I did.
I got my burger and finished it in no time at all. Turns out eating snacks from a vending machine after cumming a ton doesn’t satisfy me. While I waited for my check, I saw Devon’s SUV pull in. I wanted to get up and go get my wife but couldn’t leave without paying.
I watched him get out and walk around to get her out. She had a couple of bags in her hands. “He took her shopping?” I thought. The waitress came and I wasted no time giving her my card. As I looked up, Devon wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her to the lobby. I tried to find the waitress in the crowd but couldn’t spot her.
I looked back in time to see the lobby door shut. “Where was that damn waitress?” I thought. I felt a weight in my lower stomach, sinking into my loins, and causing a shiver to run through my body to my dick. I swelled in my pants.
The waitress returned after a good fifteen minutes with my card and I bolted out the door to the hotel. I got through the door to be greeted by the clerk from when we checked in coming from the hall. “Sounds like your neighbor is having fun,” he chuckled at me with a wink. I wondered if he knew.
I slowly walked down the hall to Devon’s door. You couldn’t hear much but occasionally a high pitched “fuck me” would make it through the door.
I then remembered that Devon was able to hear our dirty talk the other day. I fumbled with my key card but eventually gathered myself enough to open the door.
The door didn’t even shut and I could hear them. I could hear him grunting and her panting and cursing while he dominated her.
The door clicked shut and I pulled the chair over to the wall. That’s when I could hear what they were saying.
“Oh shit,” my wife cried. I realized right then that the only way he could have heard us talking, was if he intentionally tried to listen. Like he knew I was going to reclaim her.
Devon barked through the wall, “Yeah, take that big dick, girl.” My wife moaned in response. “That’s it,” Devon growled, punctuating it with a spank, “push back on it.”
I took off my pants and was shocked to see my dick leaking. My wife started panting “daddy, daddy, daddy,” over and over.
“Whose pussy is this?” he barked at her. I didn’t hear a response but quickly heard a spank. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he repeated his questioning.
“Yours daddy,” my wife shrieked. Her moaning was on another level. I think Devon had been holding back on her last night until she was broke in.
Suddenly, the wall started thumping. Their voices had grown louder. He was fucking her against the wall connecting our rooms. “This my pussy?” he yelled.
“All yours, daddy,” my wife cried.
“Your gonna bring this pussy to New York sometime? Make me feel good at home?” he growled.
“Please, daddy,” she belted, “I want to make you feel good.”
I busted right there. My load shot up and hit my face. The rest shot up to my chest. My shirt was soaked. I peeled it off to the sounds of Devon making my wife cum repeatedly.
I went and hopped in the shower. The water felt amazing on my skin. I let it warm me as the sounds ran through my mind over and over. “Did he really want her to visit him in New York?” I thought but quickly forgot about it. I got out of the shower and dried off.
I smoked a joint and laid down on the bed. They were still fucking on the other side of the wall. I jacked off and enjoyed my joint. Getting my dick hard was too easy. I imagined Devon holding my wife against the wall. Her feet bouncing behind him as he thrusts up into her. Little pulses and shivers shot through my body. I heard them both reaching their climax and came. My load ran down my fist.
I used a towel to wipe my hand off and laid there waiting…wondering if she’d come in. I dozed off before I could find out. I do remember waking briefly in the middle of the night to shift my weight. I saw it was 3 am. I could hear moaning and grunting, but it barely registered as I fell back asleep.
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