And there I was on the video again, walking across the room of the Marriott Suites. My shoulder length black hair met my bare neck of the sexy black silver Shimmer sleeveless party dress. It featured a bare back leaving me bra-less with my nipples stretching the fabric as I walked. It was thigh high with a front neck line that finely displayed my breasts. It grabbed my hips hard and highlighted my nice ass. I was wearing black fishnet panties, a Leopard thong that one could see under the dress, and Leopard 6 inch “knock me down and fuck me” heels. I had painted on pink lipstick right before entering the hotel room. I was surprised with how good I looked on the big screen TV.
And just like that Tim’s plunging cock took my attention away from the television and the Porn Video featuring this MILF. I was really getting into his action and could feel the pleasure building. I had jutted my ass higher in the air and placed my tits and torso on the bed, I was no longer pushing my ass back to meet Tim’s cock because I was paralyzed by the pleasure. I just focused on squeezing his dick and letting him make me cum.
Tim reached his hand around my hip to touch my clit and I brushed him away. I was almost there and it was too sensitive after Ron had wrecked my pussy.
“Hi Ron, nice room. Thanks for leaving the key at the front desk for me.” The dialogue was back on the video.
“Wow you look amazing Mer. How old did you say you were?” Ron laughed. “You look good enough to eat. How did I get so lucky?” Ron mumbled. “I’m not sure if we should keep the dress on you or take it off,” Ron replied as he handed me a glass of Cabernet.
Again, Tim’s steady drum beat into my pussy had me on the edge and one more squeeze and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I started to scream loudly and I came hard as Tim continued to pump in me. I reached back grabbed his balls and he exploded, pulling out to stream his cum all over my ass and lower back. Now I smelled like coconut massage oil and salty, sticky cum.
The three of us collapsed on the king sized bed in our bedroom and no one spoke. We glanced at the video of me propping my fishnet covered legs on Ron’s lap as he sat in a chair by the hotel porch. I took a big swallow of the red wine and Ron reached his hands over to my fishnets.
This was boring me as I sat naked surrounded by my husband and my “fuck toy” from the last four months. “So how did we get here?” I asked no one in particular. “I always fantasized about a threesome but I never saw it playing out like this.” My comment hung in the air along with the vanilla candle and coconut massage oil. Tim started laughing. Then Ron started laughing. We were all naked and sexed up. A video was playing on the big screen of my second encounter with Ron in a Marriott hotel.
“I guess this is on me,” Tim fessed up.
“But how did you find Ron and who was video taping our sexual encounters? And how the hell did we all end up on this bed tonight?” I had more questions than answers.
I glanced at the TV to see Ron on his knee’s on the floor running his hands up my legs and hiking my dress up under the chair. I can’t believe I was watching myself on video. “It’s all on me,” Tim tried convincing me, but said he never thought I would fuck Ron.