The Invitation

The hotel suite was sterile, quiet, the only sound the low hum of the air conditioner. Justin scrolled through his phone, the text from Michelle burning in his mind.
‘Check in on our cameras at home today at 2pm, there should be a show on I think you’ll enjoy ’
A slow, curious grin spread across his face. He ordered room service, his mind racing with possibilities. What was his bratty, adventurous wife planning?

At exactly 2 PM, he cast his phone’s screen to the large television. The security app loaded, the screen splitting into four quadrants of their empty, sunlit home. He cycled through the views: the living room, the bedroom, the hallway. Nothing.
Then the feed switched to the den.
And there she was.
Michelle was stretched out on the large leather sofa, her curvy form a vision in a sheer black lace teddy. But she wasn’t alone. Savannah was there, her gothic, tattooed frame hovering over Michelle, their bodies a stark, beautiful contrast of pale and dark tan skin. Savannah’s head was dipped between Michelle’s thighs, her dark hair splayed across Michelle’s stomach.
Justin’s breath hitched. He watched, frozen, as Savannah’s skilled mouth worked its magic. Michelle’s back arched, a silent cry of pleasure on her full lips. Her hands fisted in the couch cushions, her hips lifting off the leather to meet Savannah’s relentless tongue.

Then, as a powerful shudder visibly wracked Michelle’s body, her head lolled to the side. Her green eyes, glazed with ecstasy, found the camera lens in the corner of the room. A slow, utterly wicked, knowing grin spread across her face, a dirty promise meant only for him.

Chapter 2

Michelle’s wicked grin grew more predatory with every step she took toward the lens, her green eyes locked on her husband watching from hundreds of miles away. She reached a hand off-camera, and when it returned, she was holding a massive, gleaming double-headed dildo. In the background, Savannah watched, a lazy, heavy-lidded smile on her face as her fingers traced slow circles over her own wet pussy, nodding her enthusiastic approval.
“Think he’s enjoying the show, Vannah?” Michelle purred, her voice a husky whisper meant for the microphone embedded in the camera.
“Oh, I know he is,” Savannah replied, her voice thick with desire. “Now quit teasing him and come here.”
Michelle strode back to the couch, lowering herself between Savannah’s spread legs. They both took a moment, leaning in to lick and suck on opposite ends of the silicone shaft, their mouths working in a lewd, synchronized show. Michelle then positioned herself, aligning one bulbous head with Savannah’s glistening opening and the other with her own.
“Ready, baby?” Michelle breathed, her eyes flicking once more to the camera.
“Fuck yes, fill me up,” Savannah groaned, arching her back.
With a single, deliberate thrust, Michelle pushed forward, burying both heads deep inside them at once. A shared, guttural moan ripped through the room. Michelle began to move, her hips establishing a relentless rhythm, the toy connecting them in the most intimate way. The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the den. Michelle’s pace quickened, her body slapping against Savannah’s with increasing force as they both climbed higher.
On the hotel television, Justin’s hand was a blur on his own cock, his breathing ragged as he watched his wife fuck their friend. He was mesmerized by the raw hunger on Michelle’s face, the way her body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her. It was that final, screaming cry that broke him. A hoarse shout escaped his lips as hot stripes of cum erupted across his stomach and the hotel bedsheets, his own release syncing perfectly with his wife’s on the screen.
Panting, spent, Justin watched as Michelle, still connected to Savannah, turned her sweat-sheened face fully to the camera. “Hurry home, baby,” she whispered, a promise of filthier things to come. “We’re just getting started.” Justin leaned back, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. The conference couldn’t end soon enough. He was going home to a goddess.