On their anniversary, $name1’s husband watches from the armchair while a stranger from the hotel bar stretches her cunt and then her ass against the floor-to-ceiling window.
$name1 stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the anniversary suite in nothing but her heels and the thin gold necklace her husband had fastened an hour earlier. Twenty-nine. Married seven years. Curtains pulled wide on purpose. The city glittered twenty floors down, and anyone in the opposite tower with binoculars could see her bare tits, hard nipples, shaved cunt already shiny.
Behind her, Mark sat in the leather armchair with a whiskey and his phone out, camera ready. Between them stood the man from the bar: tall, mid-thirties, wedding ring of his own catching the lamp light, cock already thick and dark-flushed where it jutted from his open trousers.
“Say it again,” Mark murmured. “I want to hear you ask.”
$name1’s face burned. Her cunt clenched. “Please fuck me,” she said, voice rough. “Fuck your wife while I watch. Stretch her. Use her hole. Don’t be gentle.”
The stranger — he had said his name was Chris and then laughed like names did not matter — stepped in close. He cupped $name1’s heavy breasts from behind, thumbs scraping her nipples until she hissed. His cock pressed hot against the cleft of her ass.
“Your husband wants a show,” Chris said against her ear. “You’re going to give him one. Hands on the glass.”
$name1 planted her palms on the cool window. Mark’s camera clicked. She felt filthy and perfect.
Chris kicked her heels wider and slid two fingers straight into her cunt. She was soaked — had been since the bar, since Mark had leaned over and whispered that the man nursing the bourbon looked like he could ruin her. The wet sound filled the suite. Chris finger-fucked her hard, curling, adding a third finger until her knees buckled and a string of her juices ran down her thigh.
“Christ, she’s dripping,” Chris said. “Does he keep you this hungry at home?”
“He keeps me edged for nights like this,” $name1 gasped. “Please. Put your cock in me. I need to be filled.”
Chris lined up and slammed into her cunt in one brutal thrust. $name1 cried out, forehead to the glass, watching her own open-mouthed reflection while a stranger’s thick cock split her open. He did not ease in. He fucked. Hard, deep strokes that shoved her tits against the window and made her heels scrape the carpet. Mark groaned softly from the chair. The phone light glowed.
“Look at him,” Chris ordered, gripping her hips. “Look at your husband while I rearrange your guts.”
$name1 turned her head. Mark’s cock was out, fist working slow, eyes locked on where Chris’s shaft disappeared into her stretched pink cunt. The sight made her clench. Chris felt it and laughed, slamming deeper.
“Slut wife,” he muttered. “Taking stranger cock on your anniversary like you were built for it.”
“I was,” $name1 moaned. “Fuck me harder. Make him hear how wet I am for you.”
Chris obliged. The wet slap of skin on skin was obscene. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles until $name1 came with a broken shout, cunt fluttering, juices running down his balls. He did not stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out slick and shiny and pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole.
$name1 froze. Mark’s voice came soft and wrecked from the chair. “Take it. You promised me your ass tonight. Let him film it with my phone after.”
“Lube,” she whispered, but Chris was already rubbing her own cunt cream over her rim, pushing the blunt head against the tight ring. $name1 pushed back like she had practiced in the shower for weeks. The burn lit her up. Inch by filthy inch he sank into her ass until his hips met her cheeks and she was stuffed full of stranger cock where her husband never went this deep.
“Fucking hell,” Chris breathed. “Tight little married ass. Grip me.”
$name1 did. She pushed her ass back onto him, palms squeaking on the glass, tits flattened, moaning like a whore while Mark filmed the stretch — the way her rim clung white around the thick shaft. Chris started to move. Short thrusts at first, then longer, then proper fucking, balls tapping her soaked cunt with every stroke.
“Tell him what it feels like,” Chris growled.
“It feels like I’m being owned,” $name1 sobbed, pleasure sparking white behind her eyes. “His cock is wrecking my ass and I love it. I’m your hotwife. I’m his filthy cunt and his filthy ass and I want him to come inside me while you watch.”
Mark stood, cock angry-red, and stepped close enough that $name1 could suck him while Chris reamed her. She took her husband’s cock into her mouth greedily, tasting salt, gagging when Chris’s thrusts shoved her forward onto it. Spit ran down her chin. Mark held her hair and fucked her face in time with Chris fucking her ass, and $name1 — anniversary necklace swinging, heels planted, window fogging with her breath — came again, harder, ass clamping, a broken moan vibrating around Mark’s cock.
Chris swore and slammed deep. Hot pulses flooded her ass, thick spurts she felt in her belly. He held her there, grinding, emptying into her married hole while Mark pulled out of her mouth and painted her tits and throat with his own come, stripes across the gold necklace.
They stayed like that a moment: stranger cock softening in her ass, husband’s come dripping off her nipples, city lights watching through the open curtains.
Chris pulled out slowly. $name1 felt his load leak down her thighs. Mark was already on his knees with the phone, filming the mess, then licking a stripe up her cunt and ass like he was starving. $name1 shivered, hands still on the glass.
“Again,” she whispered, voice wrecked and hungry. “Don’t let him leave yet. I want him in my cunt this time while you eat his come out of my ass.”
Mark laughed against her skin, filthy and loving. Chris’s cock twitched, already thickening. Outside, a light flicked on in the opposite tower. $name1 did not close the curtains. She bent further, presented her dripping holes, and told the stranger to fuck his wife properly this time — hard enough that the whole street could hear her scream his name on her anniversary night.
