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I took the stairs instead of the elevator. My legs felt heavy, but I moved fast enough to catch the ding of the doors closing on their floor. The hallway was long and quiet. Carpet thick under my shoes. I listened for voices, for her laugh. Nothing at first. Then a soft thump from room 412. The door was not fully shut. A sliver of light showed through.
I stepped close. Heart pounded so loud I thought they would hear it. I pushed the door open one inch, just enough to see inside without them noticing. The room was standard hotel. King bed, lamp on low, curtains half drawn. Jake had Sarah against the wall near the bathroom. Her dress was hiked up around her waist. His pants were open. His cock was out, thick and hard, bigger than mine. She had her hand wrapped around it, stroking slow.
“God, Jake” she whispered. “It’s even bigger than I remember.”
He grinned. “You used to suck it in the car after games. Remember how you gagged on it?”
Sarah nodded. Her eyes were glassy from wine and heat. “I wanted to then. I was too scared.”
“Not scared now” he said. He pushed her shoulders down gentle but firm. She dropped to her knees on the carpet. Her dress bunched higher. She looked up at him, lips parted.
Jake held the base of his cock. “Open wide, baby. Show me what that cheating married mouth can do”
Sarah leaned in. She licked the tip first, slow circle. Then she took him in deeper. Her cheeks hollowed. She moaned around him. Jake groaned low. His hand went to her hair, guiding her. Not rough yet. Just enough to set the pace.
I stood there frozen. My cock strained against my pants. I unzipped quiet, pulled it out, stroked slow. Watching my wife suck her ex like she never sucked me in years. Her head bobbed steady. Wet sounds filled the room. She pulled off once, gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip.
“You taste so fucking good” she said. “I missed this”
Jake chuckled. “Your husband doesn’t get this treatment?”
Sarah shook her head. “Not like this. Not anymore.”
That hit me like a punch. But my hand kept moving faster.
Jake pulled her up by the arms. He kissed her hard. Tongues messy. Then he spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed. Her hands braced on the mattress. Ass up. Dress flipped over her back. She was completely exposed. Wet pussy glistening under the lamp light.
Jake rubbed his cock along her slit. Teased her clit with the head. Sarah whimpered. “Please. Put it in”
“You want this married pussy stretched?” he asked.
“Yes” she breathed. “Fuck me like you always wanted to back then.”
He pushed in slow at first. Inch by inch. Sarah’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her back arched. When he bottomed out, balls against her, she let out a long moan.
“Fuck, you’re so deep” she said. “It hurts so good.”
Jake held still for a second. Let her adjust. Then he started thrusting. Steady. Hard. Skin slapped skin. The bed creaked. Sarah pushed back to meet him. Her tits bounced under the dress with every stroke.
“Harder” she begged. “Fuck me harder, Jake.”
He grabbed her hips. Slammed in deeper. Faster. She cried out. “Yes! Right there! don’t stop!”
I stroked faster in the doorway. Precum leaked over my fingers. Her moans got louder. Words spilled out between gasps.
“Your cock is so much thicker than Mark’s” she said. “It hits spots he never reaches. Fuck, I needed this”
Jake growled. “Tell me you’re my little slut tonight.”
“I’m your little slut” she panted. “Fuck your married slut. Fill me up.”
He reached around, rubbed her clit fast. Sarah shook. Her legs trembled. “I’m gonna cum! Oh god, I’m cumming!”
Her body jerked. She buried her face in the sheets to muffle the scream. Jake kept pounding through it. Wet sounds louder. Her pussy clenched around him. She came hard, thighs quivering.
Jake slowed but did not stop. “One more” he said. “I want you to cum again before I fill your pussy”
Sarah lifted her head. Hair messy. Makeup smudged. “Yes. Give it to me. Cum inside me”
He flipped her onto her back. Spread her legs wide. Dress still bunched. He slid back in deep. Missionary. Face to face. He kissed her while he thrust. Slow then hard again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Nails dug into his back.
“Cum with m” she whispered. “Breed me like you wanted to in high school.”
Jake groaned. Thrusts turned erratic. “Fuck, Sarah. Here it comes.”
He buried deepw one last time. Body tensed. He came hard inside her. Sarah moaned lloud. “I feel it! So hot! its filling me up!”
She came again right after. Body shaking under him. They stayed locked together, panting. His cock still twitching inside her.
I almost came in my hand. But I held back. I slipped out quiet before they moved. Heart racing. Mind spinning.
I went back downstairs. Sat at the bar. Ordered another drink. Minutes later Sarah appeared. Dress smoothed down. Hair fixed. Face flushed. She smiled at me like nothing happened.
“Miss me?” she asked. She kissed my cheek. I smelled sex on her skin.
“Yeah” I said to herr. Voice rough. “Where were you?”
“Just catching up” she said. Eyes sparkled. “Old friends, you know.”
She sat close. Her hand on my thigh. I wondered if she felt the cum leaking out. If she would tell me later. Or if this was just the start.
I needed to see more….even if it hurts me