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Jessie at the Hotel (MM/F, wife, cuckold)
By Rzrsej

It was my idea really, so I’m not sure I can complain all that
much. Still, Jessie owes me now, and I’m planning on taking some
sweet revenge one of these days.

We’d planned it out perfectly, so it should have worked
perfectly. I have to confess that I’m a bit of a voyeur – well
maybe more than a bit -- something I’ve never been able to
completely satisfy. Of course, there are videos out there that
pretend to be voyeuristic, even covering part of the camera with
blinds or part of a blanket. But those are never real, and
something in them, I’m not sure what, always manages to give it
away. Every once in a while you come across a true “wife” video,
where some husband is filming his wife getting sexed up by a big
cock. I collect as many of these as I can. But even that isn’t
really all that satisfying. There’s always been something missing
– call it the “true life” factor.

My wife Jessie would be the perfect solution for this, if only
she was a little more open-minded. She’s no prude. We have a
healthy sex life together. But she’s very shy in front of anyone
else. She isn’t even really all that comfortable going out to the
pool. She spends most of her time covered up in a towel.

This is a shame, of course, since she’s so incredibly hot. Jet
black hair that frames a beautiful face with deep brown eyes
face. Her breasts are C cups with sexy large areolas. Her best
quality by far, though, are her long tapered legs. She’s tall,
tall enough to play center for her high school basketball team,
and had a sleek athletic build. In truth, that was only the ever
real distance between us. She was six feet tall, and though I’m
not exactly short, I’m not six feet. More like 5’9’. It had
always embarrassed her a little that I was shorter – it’s not the
norm I know. I never gave it a second thought, but I often caught
her slumping in pictures to make us seem more equal in size. And
I suppose there are certain things a girl wants, like having to
reach up to kiss her man.

All I wanted in the world was to show her off to someone else. I
was always turned on by stories and videos of husbands sharing
their wives, and what I most wanted was to watch her getting
truly fucked by some other man. But I was willing to settle for a
little bit of showing off. I tried to talk her into everything –
flashing truckers at night on the interstate; visiting a nudist
camp; even masturbating online. She would have none of it.

Still I begged and needled incessantly. For almost two straight
years I tried to talk her into something. Finally, she had agreed
to something fairly innocuous, if we could do it out of town so
there would be no chance of anyone seeing her. I’d come across a
string of videos online in which women answered the door for
pizza delivery guys in towels or skimpy outfits and then managed
to give the guy a nice peak of tits or ass or pussy. Jessie had
seen a couple, and she had to admit that they were pretty hot.
We’d had some amazing sex after watching them, and I saw my
opening.

It still took a couple of months, but eventually she had agreed
to give it a try and we had come up with a plan. We would drive
down to a little town a couple of hours away and get a hotel room
for the weekend. The first night, Jessie would get herself dolled
up and put on one of the hotel’s smaller towels and nothing else.
We’d phone a pizza place. When he showed up, she’d drop her money
and – pow – the towel would drop and he’d get the view of his
lifetime. We would set up a laptop on one of the dressers with a
good view of the door and record the whole thing for later
viewing. But I was also planning to station myself in the car
outside with another laptop wirelessly connected so I could watch
it all unfold. Afterwards, we’d fuck like maniacs and there’d be
beer and plenty of pizza. You know what they say about the best
laid plans, though.

We set it all up as we had talked about it. It wasn’t easy to
keep my hands off of her on the drive down. She put her feet up
on the dashboard as I drove, her toes painted pale pink. Her sexy
legs shone in the sun. It wasn’t what I was seeing right then
that made my cock stand at attention for two hours, though. No,
it was the thought of someone else seeing that hot body that had
me going.

And honestly I came incredibly close to calling the whole thing
off and simply fucking her on the hotel bed as soon as we got
there. I knew she was nervous about the whole thing and that if I
suggested a way out she’d take it. Somehow I managed to control
myself, though. Even when she’d called the pizza place and begun
undressing I kept it together. It wasn’t easy watching her slip
the skirt off and step out of it, or pull the tank top over her
head. And seeing her wrap the towel around herself so that the
ends were only barely able to come together over her belly was
almost unbearable. But I went ahead and trudged out to the car,
opening my laptop and hunkering down in the seat so I wouldn’t be
obvious in the parking lot.

On the screen Jessie paced nervously back and forth in front of
the door. Every now and then she’d smile at the camera and once
or twice she stopped pacing long enough to look at me and say, “I
can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Still, I could tell
by the look on her face that she was determined to go through
with it.

When the knock on the door finally came, she must have jumped
three feet. I thought she might drop her towel right then, but
she managed to hold it up around the top of her tits. She took a
deep breath and turned the door handle. In the door stood an 18
year old boy, tall, with shaggy dark hair and a pizza in one
hand. He seemed startled by what he saw, and initially, I saw,
his eyes went to the floor, unwilling to look Jessie in the eye
or even let on that anything was odd or unusual.

Jessie apologized for her state (how ironic can you be? Like he
was going to complain): “Sorry, I was just getting out of the
shower.” She gave a nervous little laugh. “How much was it
again?”

He finally managed to look up from the floor and say, “15.”

“Ok, hang on,” she said and turned to the table by the door. She
picked up the twenty lying there and was turning to hand it to
him when she “dropped” it to the hotel carpet. She was amazing –
it was like she’d had acting lessons. In an instant she had bent
over to pick up the 20 and dropped her towel to the floor. She
gave a little gasp, probably from the shock and nervousness of it
all as much as from her acting, and quickly grabbed the towel up
from the floor and held it with one hand over herself.

The pizza boy had gotten an eyeful, though, for sure. Her long
naked legs, her bent torso, her tits flopping as she scrambled
for the towel, all clearly on view for him, if only for a second
or two. And as she stood there, trying to get the towel back into
place and blushing all the while, she kept shifting it up and
down trying to get a handle on it. As she did so, the small black
patch between her legs was also clearly on display. In order to
get the towel back around herself, she virtually had to take it
completely off and wrap it back around. Again, all of this took
little time – you know how quick girls are with things like this
– but I had watched and he had been unable to take his eyes away
from her naked body. He was transfixed.

Obviously I was about as stiff as I could possibly be. I had been
looking forward to this for months and with serious anticipation
for a week. I had jerked off thinking about it even before I knew
Jessie would agree. And now I’d gotten to watch it all unfold.
Even as fast as it had all happened, knowing someone else had
seen my wife nude from head to toe damn near made me explode in
the car.

But then something happened, and I’m still not exactly sure what.
Jessie stepped towards him to get the pizza and to hand him the
money, and there she was right in front of him, and she had to
look up into his eyes underneath the hair that hung down over his
face. He had a good 6 or 8 inches on her in height – I hadn’t
initially realized just how tall he was. And I saw it happen
then, something in her face. It’s hard to explain. It’s not like
she fell in love with the guy or anything. I know her too well
for that. But something went through her mind and flashed in her
eyes for an instanc that I never would have thought I would see
in her. It was excitement -- stiff, nervous excitement, but
excitement for sure. It was as though all in an instant she had
sized up the possibility that she would ever have to fuck someone
this much taller than her if she didn’t take the chance now. And
though she wasn’t completely sure of herself, I could see, there
was a sort of determination in face.

On her bare feet she took a couple of quick steps behind the him
and closed the door. I noticed particularly that she turned the
lock on the deadbolt. I wasn’t going to be invited to this part
even if I wanted to be. For the first thirty seconds or a minute,
I was angry. I considered storming the room, busting a window and
playing the jealous husband. And I must confess, I felt my fair
share of jealousy over what happened next. But I suppose I was
too intrigued by watching her to make a move –- and going in
angry would mean big trouble, so I had to be really sure I was
mad enough and jealous enough, and I guess I wasn’t. I slid
farther down into my seat, looked around to see no one was
outside watching over my shoulder, and settled down with my
laptop, wondering where this might go and if I could really take
it.

He was surprised when she closed the door, to say the least. But
from behind him she dropped her towel and wrapped her arms around
his waist. He stood there, stunned, as she pressed her nude body
against his. Then she wormed her way around him until they were
standing face to face. She reached her hand up, put it behind his
head and pulled him down towards her. Standing on tiptoes, she
reached up and kissed him on the mouth. He still seemed
uncomprehending, but he was docile enough and kissed her back.
She knelt down then, making herself vulnerable and using both
hands unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He took them down
himself, kicking off his shoes and jeans and underwear
altogether. Then he stood and waited to see what she would do
next. So did I.

Reaching forward, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his
semi-hard cock and then took the head of it in her mouth. She
held it there, still, letting the warmth of her mouth hold it as
he grew fully erect. She took her mouth off then, continuing to
stroke him while she looked at him. It was the first penis she’d
seen in person other than mine, and she clearly wanted to take
the time to consider it.

For his own part, he seemed unsure what to do. I had a hard time
believing he’d never had a woman blow him, but even if he was
fairly experienced for his age, a moment like this must have
taken him by surprise. He alternated between looking down at her
and looking up at the ceiling, always keeping his hands at his
sides as though he was afraid to touch her. His cock was about
the size of mine, maybe an inch longer. His legs her long and
lanky, and where Jessie’s hands ran over his stomach I could see
a flat belly. He seemed not even able to take his shirt off
though.

After she had played with his cock for a little with her hand,
her dark eyes locked on it, drinking in every contour of it, she
began to work on it in earnest. Her tongue was all over it,
licking the head, following the underneath of the shaft down and
licking his balls. Then she gobbled the whole if into her mouth
and began to suck, moving him in and out, fucking him with her
mouth. His hips began to move then, the first sign that he was
participating in what was happening. As her mouth continued to
work up and down on him, her arms moved up and down his legs, his
long muscular legs. Then they wrapped around his waist, her hands
holding his ass and pushing him more and more into her mouth.

This went on for some time. I could hear him moan softly every
now and then, and the soft wet gurgling noises that went with
this young kid’s cock going in and out of my wife’s wet mouth.
You could see how her saliva glistened on it from tip to base. I
knew what that felt like, her soft lips and firm tongue, and it
was an odd experience to think about how it felt but knowing
someone else was feeling it.

She stood up then and again moved close next to him, wrapping her
arms around his waist, standing on tiptoe and kissing him deeply,
this time their naked bodies pressed together, his cock jammed
against her leg. She was clearly in charge, but he did have the
sense to do one thing – he picked her up in his arms and carried
her to the bed where he dropped her gently on the coverlet. As
she lay there on the bed, writhing her body and sliding her hands
over her boobs and down to her pussy, he stood over her and
removed the rest of his clothes. Then he bent down beside the bed
and taking her by the hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed.
She spread her legs wide for him, her knees bent, as he gently
touched the lips of her pussy with a forefinger. He too, it
seemed, wanted to experience this moment with his eyes, to really
see her. And it was obvious that she wanted him to look at her.
She slid closer to him to give a better vantage, and he stroked
the finger down the slit, gently rubbing it against her his own
eyes fixed on the pink between her lips, the warm red hole and
her clit that I knew from experience was already standing at
attention.

He bent down, then, putting his head between her legs and
beginning to lick her, delicately at first. I saw her body shiver
and heard her moan. It was an unusual experience this – sitting
two hundred feet away and watching my wife suck her first cock
other than mine and now watching this stranger pushing his tongue
all around and up inside of my wife. Her hand went to his head,
her fingers running through his hair and gently pressing his face
into her. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she enjoyed
the attentions he gave her clit and labia. Her feet, which had
been perched on the edge of the bed, with her knees almost
pressed back against her belly, she put them up in the air and
then swung them over her shoulders, at the same time wriggling
her ass down to the very edge of the bed so that her whole groin
was pressed into his face. I couldn’t see what he was doing at
this point, but from the way her hips lifted slightly off the
bed, I could tell that she was guiding his tongue with her body,
pushing him into her asshole, then sliding herself down so that
his tongue slithered up to her clit where she ground herself
against his face and chin before raising her hips and starting
the whole process again.

“Yeah, lick me,” she said, the first words that had been spoken
between the two of them. “Oh yeah, baby.” I felt a shiver of
jealousy then. She had never called anyone else baby before,
never mind letting someone else work her like this with his
mouth. She was getting close to coming now, I could tell. Her
breathing had gotten short and shallow. She had also settled her
hips onto the bed now and rather than making his tongue work her
up and down was pushing himself forwards and backwards into him.
I watched her belly move forwards and backwards, her tits moving
up and down with her panting, her lips parted and her eyes
closed. Her hips rocked back and forth and her hands dug into his
hair, taking fistfuls. She screamed then, one short one, a gasp
for breath as her body tensed and then a long series of wails:
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. . . . shit, of yeah, oh yeah, suck me, baby,
oh yeah, I’m coming in your mouth, oh my God…”

He kept his face there like a champion as her soft brown thighs
squeezed his head tightly, her orgasm coming in waves and waves.
She came for what seemed like five minutes, moaning softly near
the end and even murmering, “Thank you. Oh God, that was so
good.”

He seemed still not to know what to do with himself. He stayed
there on his knees, looking at the dark wet hair his mouth had
left between her legs, the glistening lips of her pussy and the
red clit he had been sucking with such abandon. Even his hands
remained at his sides, as though he still didn’t quite know what
to do with them. Her eyes remained closed, but she knew he was
watching her, looking at her. She moved her hands down to her
pubic hair and ran her fingers through it, then running her own
finger gently through her labia.

Realizing at a certain point that he wasn’t going to do anything
to help out, she finally rolled over on her side with a little
sigh. Then she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed
and standing up. I watched as she walked over to where he was
still on his knees, and his eyes followed her too. She stood in
front of him, her hands on her breasts, looking at him now,
directly in his eyes, watching him watch her. He sat back on his
ass, his knees still up, his arms supporting his weight behind
him. After all this, he still wasn’t sure what to do.

She moved her feet so that she was standing directly over him and
he had no choice then but to lay his legs flat on the floor.
Bending her own knees, Jessie slowly lowered herself, until her
knees were on the floor, her pussy just above the boy’s lower
belly, her long legs stretching out beside his legs.

Reaching down between her own legs, she found the shaft of his
cock and grasped it in her hands. Pulling it towards her, she
scooted her ass gently back and pushed the head into herself.
“Mmmmmm” she gasped as he slid slowly in. From my vantage point,
I was seeing her back, and I watched as her ass rose in the air.
I could see clearly as her pussy swallowed him bit by bit until
her ass rested on top of his balls, all of him up insider of her.
“So deep” she said, as she rocked forward, his cock sliding back
out of her til only the head remained inside.

She leaned her whole body forward then, pressing her tits against
him. He remained almost motionless as she worked her hips up and
down, her pussy gobbling him. Her arms lay beside him and she
kissed him deeply. I could see the pink of her ass hole, and I
could practically feel what this young boy was feeling as he lay
there beneath my wife, her tongue wrapping around his as she
fucked him.

Again and again she slid back and forth over him. I was impressed
by his staying power. I like to think I’m a great lover, but I
can’t last long with Jessie’s hot body stretched out over me, her
hips working me, and her long legs beside mine. But I suppose
between being 18 and still being in a bit of shock, he probably
couldn’t feel everything of that moment. Too bad. I certainly
could.

I could hear her beginning to pant again too, if I couldn’t see
it. He might not be feeling anything, but this kids cock was
about to make her come again. As she continued to work him,
though, she took his hand in hers and held it. “Fuck me,” I heard
her whisper to him. “Fuck me.”

He began to move his hips too then, meeting her thrusts with his
own. She squeezed his hand again, then, and pulling her arm up
behind her, she positioned his hand on her ass. He moved his
other hand up then too cupping both sides of her ass and, as they
fucked harder, He seemed to lift her up and slam her down onto
his cock with his hands, her panting getting louder and louder as
he did so, giving up on her own thrusts and simply letting him
move her body for her, letting him make her fuck him like a doll.


I could hear her reaching the absolute edge. As she did so, she
reached her hands behind her again and putting her hand over his,
she guided his middle finger down to the hole of her ass and
helped him push it in. I watched, truly jealous now as this kid
did something my arms simply weren’t long enough to do – hold my
wife like a bowling ball, his finger going in one end of her
while his cock slammed into the other end.

Again she screamed and almost seemed to lose control of herself
as her hips bucked and whipped back and forth on top of him. She
leaned herself back then, so that he was completely inside her,
to the very hilt. She put both hands down between her legs and
began to rub her clit furiously. As she did so, her orgasm only
built further and she began to bounce herself up and down,
screaming out as she did so. There were no words – only screams.
– until she collapsed and lay on him. I thought for a moment that
she had passed out. But I heard her say as she lay there, her
tits pressed on his chest – “you are so good.”

They lay there like for  ten minutes, his cock still inside her.
I knew from experience what it felt like to lie there feeling the
walls of her cunt throb around me, her warm sweaty body moving
slowly with her breath.



Again, I lost of track of time. I can’t possibly explain what I
was feeling at that point. There was some jealousy, as I’ve said.
There was a guy lying beneath my wife, his cock stuck inside of
her wet hole. But in another way I felt like I had fucked her
myself. I knew what every move she’d made felt like, what she
smelled like. And of course I was so hard that it ached. I dared
not touch it, because I would lose it completely.

Finally she rolled off of him, making one more moan as his cock
slid out. I could see she was exhausted from their love making,
and her knees were wobbly. But she managed to drag herself back
on to the bed where she lay back, her eyes closed.

“I want you to come,” she said to him where he sat on the floor,
seemingly waiting to see if he was dismissed or if this fantasy
was going to go on. “I want to make you come. And I want you to
come inside me. I want your come inside me.”

Still looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he stood up
then, his full height now obvious, his cock standing straight
out. She looked at him, looked at his cock hungrily and then
looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me, baby,” she said. “Come inside
me.” And I could tell by the look on his face and the little jump
his cock made in anticipation that he would.

She pulled her knees up, spreading her thighs to invite him in.
He seemed to have more purpose now. He took his own cock in his
hand and stroked it once or twice as he supported his weight
above her with his other arm. Then, positioning the head at her
hole, he let his weight slowly down on her.

She lay there for a moment – I knew she was tired. She was
getting a complete workout. But as he moved in and out of her
slowly, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist,
her two feet pressed against his ass. I knew what she was after
then. She wanted to make him come, to know that she had satisfied
him, this kid, and that would make her come more than she’d come
yet.

She began to whisper to him more then, trying with everything in
her to make him come. “Yeah, fuck me.” She said, looking him dead
in the eye. “Fuck my pussy. Put your cock in my pussy. You’re the
biggest cock I’ve ever had inside me (which wasn’t technically
untrue). I love your cock inside me. I want you to come inside
me. I want to feel your cock shoot up inside me, I want to feel
all that sticky come.”

He was moving faster, and it was clear that her feet wrapped
around him together with her dirty talk were starting to have an
effect. I could feel his breathing begin to get ragged now, as
his hips moved faster, his cock going deeper and deeper into her.

“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me, Fuck me,” she yelled in time
with each of his thrusts. “If you’ll come for me, I’ll lick your
come off your cock when you’re done.” He moved faster. “I’ll
stick my fingers in my pussy and pull all your hot sticky come
out and suck it down.” Faster. “I love you baby. Fuck me fuck
me.”

He learned up, put his lips against her neck, and began to come
with wild abandon, his cock shoving itself almost impossibly into
her. In an instant she was over the edge too. Just like that, his
orgasm had triggered something in her mind that brought her own
on. “I can feel you come” she screamed. “Come in me.” I watched
as her legs pulled even more tightly around his waist, and her
toes curled up in the air as she came harder than I’ve ever seen
her come. It seemed she could not stop screaming. She was almost
crying, she was coming so hard, and he continued to fuck slowly
as his own orgasm came in wave after wave, his semen spurting up
inside her with each wave.

She lay there, sobbing, as he stay still inside of her, until the
last of his spasms seem to have subsided. Then, slowly, he pulled
his spent cock out of her, still mostly hard, and dripping his
own come. He rolled over and lay on his back, his own energy
spent.

But as his eyes looked over at her, she reached down between her
legs, stuck two fingers into her cunt, and pulled them out
dripping with come. She brought them up to her mouth and stuck
them in, licking the come from her fingers and swallowing with
relish. He only smiled, but I saw that his penis gave another
jerk of one more spasm. It was what she had wanted. She sat up
and kneeling over him, put her mouth over his cock and began to
lick him clean. I watched as his body twitched, and I knew that
his cock was spurting out a last couple of drops. She kept her
mouth firmly on his cock, allowing him to come in her warm, wet
soft mouth, her lips seeming to hold the shaft. Slowly she moved
her mouth off, her mouth almost kissing the tip as the head
slowly slid out.

She rolled over on her own back, and the two lay there breathing
heavily. When at last he seemed to have calmed, she turned her
head to him. “Thank you,” she said again. But she said it in such
a way that it was clear, clear to her, clear to him, clear to me,
that they were done and it was time for him to go.

He didn’t argue. How could he have? This boy who had let my wife
guide him through each move didn’t seem to know even what had
happened. He  stood up slowly, and began to dress. My wife
watched him, leaning on one elbow, a leer on her face. When he
was dressed, he went to the door, unlocked it, strode to his car
and drove away. Jessie lay back and waited.

I didn’t say anything when I came in, and neither did she. I went
to the computer and shut down the camera. Then I stripped
quickly, and came to her where she lay on the bed. She opened her
legs and let me in. She lay still as I pumped her, letting me
fuck her and just feeling me – observing. I came fast, the come
virtually bursting out of me. She didn’t come, only lay there
letting me fuck her. But she smiled a soft smile as I did.

Then we showered, opened a couple of cans of beer, turned on the
tv and had some lukewarm pizza.

Nothing had turned out like I had planned, and I still don’t
quite know what I feel about what happened. But I think we both
know that she owes me now. She got to have a bit of fun (even if
I enjoyed it some too), and I have my eye on a cute blonde who
works the checkout at the grocery.