A hotel owner, caught up in business, invites a married couple for a late-night rendezvous. The wife, initially reluctant, succumbs to the man's advances, leading to a steamy encounter in the hotel room.
In the wee hours of the night, my wife and I found ourselves at a hotel, seeking refuge from the chaos that had unfolded earlier. Little did we know, the hotel owner would turn our stay into an unforgettable experience. As we settled in our room, the man approached me, his eyes filled with desire. He had been drawn to my wife's beauty, and he couldn't resist the urge to take her in his arms. I watched as he slowly undressed her, revealing every inch of her flawless skin. His hands wandered over her body, exploring every curve and crevice, leaving no part untouched. As the room filled with the sounds of our passionate cries, I knew this was more than just a quick fuck. This was a raw, primal connection between my wife and this man. I could only watch as he took her in ways I had never imagined, his every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of desire and lust. And as I lay there, witnessing it all, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, a hint of longing. But I knew I had to let go, to surrender to the moment. After all, my wife belonged to me, but for this night, she was his.