**The Invitation**

It all started at that stupid hotel bar. My wife, Sarah, had been teasing me for weeks about her fantasies—how she wanted to feel another man’s hands on her, how she craved the thrill of being taken right in front of me. I told her I wasn’t sure, but the way her eyes darkened when she talked about it made my cock twitch in my pants.

Then *he* walked in. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy confidence that made women turn their heads. Sarah licked her lips when she saw him, and I knew right then—tonight was the night.

He sat at the bar next to her, and within minutes, they were laughing, her fingers grazing his thigh as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. I sat there, heart pounding, watching as her hand slid higher, her thumb brushing the outline of his dick straining against his jeans.

“You want this?” she murmured, glancing back at me.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

The stranger—*fuck*, I didn’t even know his name—grinned and stood, pulling her up with him. “Your room or mine?” he asked, and Sarah just smirked, leading him by the hand toward the elevator. I followed, my pulse hammering as I watched his fingers slip under the hem of her dress, squeezing her ass right there in the open.

By the time the elevator doors shut, Sarah was already pressed against him, his mouth crushing hers as his hands roamed over her body. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.

The second we were in the room, Sarah turned to me, her eyes wild. “Watch,” she ordered, before pulling her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but lace panties and heels. The stranger groaned, his hands running up her sides before cupping her tits, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard little peaks.

“On your knees,” he told her, unbuttoning his jeans. Sarah dropped down immediately, licking her lips as he freed his thick cock—*fuck*, he was *big*—and stroked himself. The first touch of her tongue against his shaft made him groan, and soon she was sucking him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him.

I could only stand there, my own dick rock-hard as I watched spit drip down her chin, her eyes fluttering shut as he gripped her hair and fucked her mouth. “Such a good little slut,” he grunted, his hips jerking forward.

Then he pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. “Tell your husband to get a good look,” he ordered, yanking her panties to the side. Sarah moaned, arching her back as his fingers slid through her slick pussy. “Fuck, she’s *dripping*,” he laughed, rubbing her clit in rough circles until she was shaking.

And then, without hesitation, he lined himself up and pushed inside her—*raw*.

Sarah let out a sharp cry, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he stretched her wide, his thick cock sliding deep. “Oh my *God*,” she gasped, her cunt clenching around him as he started to move, slow at first, then harder, faster.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Sarah’s moans growing louder as he pounded into her. “You like that, baby?” he growled, gripping her hips. “Like taking my cock while your husband watches?”

“*Yes*,” she whimpered, her pussy fluttering around him. “*Fuck*, it’s so deep—”

I could see every inch of him disappearing inside her, her wetness coating his shaft as he fucked her without mercy. Then he pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest as he reached around to rub her clit, his cock still driving into her.

“*Cum for me*,” he demanded, and her whole body tensed—a strangled cry tore from her throat as she came hard, her pussy squeezing his dick in tight pulses. He kept fucking her through it, his rhythm never faltering, until he finally groaned and buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he filled her up.

When he finally pulled out, Sarah collapsed onto the bed, her thighs trembling, her pussy glistening with his cum. The stranger grinned at me, wiping his cock on the sheets before tucking himself away.

“Your turn,” he said, nodding toward her.

I didn’t hesitate.