Fucking 2 guys in hotel window / Husband shares wife with friend / Public fucking

The thrill of shared intimacy,oton; the illicit buzz of public sex. It’s an intoxicating cocktail that draws many a curious couple to explore the boundaries of their desire. For Serenity Cox and her adventurous husband, that meant one fateful night in a hotel room with a view.

The stage was set – a bustling downtown core at night, lamps glinting off rain-slicked streets, and silhouettes of faceless passersby scurrying to and fro below. The Coxes’ hotel room perched like a voyeuristic gargoyle, peering down at the unsuspecting city with wide, open windows.

Serenity stood before the glass, a petite figure in a lacy black negligee that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her husband, John, loomed behind her, clad in only a pair of low-slung jeans. A third figure had joined their party – an old college friend of John’s, a burly man named Mike with a roguish grin and hungry eyes.

“Remember the rules,” Serenity said, turning to face them both. Her voice was soft but commanding. “No penetration unless I say so. I control the narrative tonight.”

John and Mike nodded, eyeing each other warily. They were onto each other, two alphas circling, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Serenity stepped back, letting them drink in the sight of her. Pale thighs, a hint of trimmed bush beneath sheer fabric, pert breasts with pink nipples straining against lace. She turned slowly, showing off her assets to the room and the city beyond.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” she purred, glancing back at them over one bare shoulder. “Or are you going to give this city a show it won’t soon forget?”

The challenge was laid. With a low growl, John moved first, stepping up behind her and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Serenity melted into it, arching back against him as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her inner thighs.

Mike moved in from the front, face level with Serenity’s chest. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the edge of a lace-clad nipple, making it visibly stiffen even through the fabric. Serenity gasped, pleasure arcing through her, and tangling her fingers in his dark hair.

They worked her between them like a Poi rope, twisting and turning, caressing and teasing until she was a writhing mess, hips canting of their own accord. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

Serenity pulled back, breaking the kiss and shoving at Mike’s chest. “Off,” she commanded, eyes blazing with lust. “Jeans, now.”

Mike grinned and did as he was told, shucking his pants and kicking them aside. John followed suit, and suddenly Serenity was surrounded by bare, straining male flesh, the thick scent of pheromones and impending sex thick in the air.

She dropped to her knees, one hand wrapped around the thick root of each cock, pumping slowly. John and Mike groaned in unison, hips flexing reflexively into her grip. Pre-cum leaked from the slit of John’s cock, and Serenity leaned in to lap it up, swirling her tongue around the swollen head.

Back and forth she went, trading John’s musky essence for Mike’s saltier flavor, relishing the taste of them both. As she sucked, she stroked, and as she stroked, she let her other hand wander lower, cupping their balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in her palm.

“Fuck,” Mike gasped, fingers curling in her hair. “You’re gonna make me blow before we even start.” He looked down at her, eyes dark with need. “I wanna fuck that pretty mouth.”

Serenity pulled off with a lewd pop and smirked up at him. “Then fuck it,” she challenged, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped her hair and thrust forward, driving himself deep into the wet heat of her mouth. Serenity took him eagerly, relaxing her throat to let him sink even further.

Meanwhile, John knelt behind her, spreading her ass and running his fingers through her slick folds. “So wet already,” he murmured, circling her clit until she was squirming. “My hot little slut, so eager to be filled.”

He lined himself up with her entrance, the blunt head of his cock bumping against her, slippery with her arousal. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself inside her, groaning at the tight, wet grip of her pussy.

The room hazed red with pleasure, Serenity lost to the feeling of being stuffed full, front and back. She let the sensations wash over her, burying her face in Mike’s groin as John set a hard, fast pace behind her.

The slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, mingling with their harsh pants and moans. Serenity could hear the wet squelch of John’s cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, the occasional clap of Mike’s balls against her chin.

She reached up to cup Mike’s sack, rolling his heavy balls in her palm as she hollowed her cheeks around his shaft. He cursed and thrust deeper, fucking her face with short, brutal strokes.

“Yes,” John growled from behind her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck yes, take it. Take our cocks like the filthy slut you are.” His praise fell from his lips like a litany, spurring her on.

Serenity reveled in it, in the depravity of it all. Being used, being shared, being displayed. The thought that anyone could look up and see them, see her, egged her on. She doubled her efforts on Mike’s cock, sucking hard and fast, frenzied with the need to make him come.

With a strangled shout, Mike obliged, hands fisting in her hair as he emptied himself down her throat. Serenity swallowed convulsively, milking every last drop from his pulsing cock before letting him slip from her lips.

And then John was coming too, his rhythm faltering before he drove into her one last time, grinding against her cervix as he painted her insides with thick ropes of seed. Serenity came with him, her cunt spasming around him, honey dripping down her thighs.

They collapsed together, tangled and sweaty, Serenity sandwiched between her sweaty males. She could feel their heart rates beginning to slow, hear their harsh breaths even out.

“Not bad,” Mike said eventually, his arm draped over her hip. “For a couple of out of towners.”

Serenity just laughed, laying a hand on each of their chests, feeling their steady, strong heartbeats beneath her palms.

“Not bad at all.”