Happy anniversary 

Harriet and Devon were thrilled with their hotel room. It was even nicer than the pictures. They normally didn’t like to splurge on things like this, but it was their five-year anniversary, so they decided to live it up. This hotel was one of the highest-rated ones around, with a jacuzzi tub and a massive, plush bed. It was the definition of “luxury.”

“When it Ty getting here?” Devon asked, as Harriet shoved a glass of pricey champagne his way. He was excited for his anniversary gift from his wife, as non-traditional as it was. 

Harriet looked at her phone. “Hmm, should be in a few minutes. I think I’ll go change.”

Devon sat back in a chair, tapping his foot on the ground. He had watched his wife get fucked before, but never in a fancy hotel room with one of his wife’s hot, younger coworkers. This was above and beyond his normal fantasy.

“Holy shit,” Devon said breathlessly, when Harriet stepped out of the bathroom. “You look great. You know how much I love you in that color.” He took a sharp, turned-on inhale. “Goddamn.”

She was in a matching red bra and panty set, with a silky black robe over top of it. He couldn’t wait to watch Ty take it all off of her.

Harriet smirked at him and twirled. “Do you like it?”

Before Devon could even muster an answer, there was a knock on the door. Harriet raised her eyebrows at her husband and headed over to go let Ty inside. 

Ty came in and nodded at Devon, a sly smile spreading across his face. He was tall and thick, with muscles that Devon knew he would never have. He had to admit he understood why Harriet chose him for tonight. Harriet squeezed his arm as she welcomed him inside, and the two of them headed to the bed. 

“I’m glad you agreed to do this,” Harriet said, as Ty began to slide the silk robe off of her shoulders. He leaned in to kiss her skin there, before moving to the side of her neck. “Ahh,” she breathed. “That feels. . .”

Devon watched happily with heavy-lidded eyes as Ty slipped the robe off of his wife entirely. It fell to the floor like liquid.

“You know I’ve had a crush on you since the minute I came onboard at work,” Ty said softly, laying Harriet down on her back. “When you asked me to fuck you while your husband watched – I’m not gonna lie, it threw me for a loop at first. But now I just think it’s hot, and I think you’re stunning. I always have.”

He began to kiss his way down Harriet’s thick, curvy body, planting his lips on every inch of her milky white skin. He unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the floor. It landed beside Devon’s feet.

Devon took his cock out of his pants and began stroking it slowly. It had been hard now for a few minutes already, but it somehow got even harder as Ty’s mouth wrapped around Harriet’s nipples. His hands squeezed her breasts together as his tongue slid across each pink peak. Harriet moaned and closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation. 

“You love that, don’t you, baby?” said Devon from his chair. He knew she had sensitive nipples and loved feeling someone’s mouth on them.

Harriet mumbled out a “mmhmm” in response, as Ty finally began to slide down her stomach until he reached the lacy material of her panties. Devon watched intently as this man breathed in his wife’s pussy through the lace, before slowly pulling them off and down her thighs.

Harriet kicked the panties off of her feet and spread her thighs so Ty could access her pussy. 

“Oh fuck,” Ty moaned, tasting her for the first time. Devon tilted his head so he could see it properly – Ty pulling Harriet’s legs apart, his tongue starting at her hole and working its way up to her clit – and the whole time, Harriet was clutching the blankets with tight fingers and whimpering. 

“Shit, Ty,” she sighed, “that feels amazing.”

Devon was jerking off faster now. He loved hearing those verbal affirmations from his wife that she was enjoying herself, that this man was pleasuring her like that. 

Ty slipped two fingers into Harriet’s pussy and began working them back and forth, while his tongue continued to slide across her clit. From his chair, Devon could tell that this was driving Harriet extra crazy; she loved the combination of getting fingered while being eaten out. Sure enough, her breathing started to get faster and faster the more Ty kept working her pussy. Harriet’s back arched off the bed, and her thighs began to shake.

“Yes, baby, let’s see you cum,” said Devon, his heart racing. “Cum for Ty.”

Within seconds, Harriet was moaning and writhing on the bed, as an orgasm crashed through her. Ty kept his head between her legs the whole time, not wanting to pull away until she was completely finished. This extended Harriet’s orgasm, and Devon watched in awe as his wife began to twitch and groan, as though cumming over and over.

Finally, when Ty got up off of his belly, wiping his lips, Harriet looked at him with wide eyes. 

“You’re amazing,” she said. 

Ty couldn’t even get out a response before Harriet had moved over into an all-fours position so that she could suck Ty’s cock. Devon realized then how big his cock really was – it had to have been a good eight inches, and Harriet struggled to take it into her throat. 

“Yessss,” Ty hissed, gently holding Harriet’s head as she bobbed it back and forth. “That feels incredible.”

Devon could hardly stand how hot it was, watching Harriet’s beautiful lips wrap around Ty’s massive cock. He could see the spit pooling at the corners of her mouth, and every few seconds she would look up at Ty, as though confirming he was still enjoying himself. Of course, he was. His eyebrows were bunched together, his lips were parted – Devon knew his wife was amazing at giving head and that Ty had to be loving every second of this.

“God, I want to fuck you,” Ty said finally, making Devon sit forward a little bit. He was shocked he hadn’t already blown his load. “Stay in that position.”

Harriet giggled and shook her ass a little bit for Ty, as he moved behind her so he could fuck her while she was on her hands and knees. This view was perfect for Devon. He could see every curve of his wife, from her hanging breasts to the arch in the back to the plump cheeks of her ass. 

As Ty pressed his cock into Harriet’s pussy, Devon could hear how wet she was, and watched as every thick inch disappeared inside of her. He knew it was stretching her out, filling up her pussy in a way his cock could not do.

“Holy shitttt,” she groaned, tossing her head back as Ty began to fuck her. 

Devon sat forward. His eyes wandered across Harriet’s open, whimpering lips to Ty’s firm grip on her waist as he started to really pound into her. His abs rippled as he fucked her. His triceps pulled and stretched. He wasn’t holding back, and Harriet liked it that way.

“God, you feel fucking amazing,” she groaned, falling forward onto the bed, unable to hold herself up. 

“Fuck yes, that ass. . .” Ty grunted, using his whole body to really fuck Harriet with momentum. “You know I’m an ass man.”

Harriet giggled blissfully into the blankets, her head turned to the side so that Devon could see the smile on her face. She looked like she was in pure heaven, getting pummeled by Ty. Devon watched Ty’s balls smack against his wife every time he thrusted into her, and he wondered if he would ever have an anniversary as good as this again. 

“God, I want to fill that pussy with cum,” Ty said, running his hands across Harriet’s ass. “Are you ready, baby?”

Devon wasn’t ready for it to be over, but also wanted to desperately cum. So when Ty shoved his cock deep into his wife’s pussy one last time, twitching inside of her, Devon allowed himself the same. A warm load shot out of his cock just as Ty was filling Harriet’s used hole with his own jizz. 

“Fuck,” moaned Harriet, “yes!”

Devon wiped his hand off on a nearby towel. “You love his cum, don’t you, baby?”

“Mmm, I do. There’s so much,” Harriet replied, finally answering her husband.

Ty pulled out, making sure every last drop of cum had been deposited into Harriet’s pussy. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving up and down. Devon knew if it had been him, he would have been much more out of breath than that, not to mention dripping in sweat.

“I have to see that cum-filled pussy,” said Devon, walking over to the bed. 

Harriet looked pleased with herself and rolled over onto her back, allowing her husband to spread her legs and look at her pussy, which was, unsurprisingly, dripping with cum. It seeped out of her and spilled onto the bed underneath. Devon reached down to wipe it up.

“So. . .” said Ty, who was slowly getting dressed, “I hope this won’t make work weird for us, Harriet.” They both started laughing.

Devon couldn’t help but think how much he agreed. If he had it his way, he realized, they would do this again. Special occasion not needed.