Chapter 104 Vignette 92 B
~Vanessa's POV
I sat on the bed in the hotel room, clutching my phone in my hands as I watched the despicable happen before my eyes.
It was horrible. Not something I wished upon any wife or sister.
I knew it. My instincts told me.
But I thought it would be human to give them the benefit of the doubt this once. Just this once.
And yet they shattered it without a single guilt on their faces.
I didn't cry. Didn't shout. Didn't throw my phone away or furiously rip the bed off its covers.
I just watched my younger sister ride my own husband's cock.
I heard it all the previous night.
I wanted to stay to observe but my manager and I needed to go overseas urgently.
I had to go but I still needed to keep watch over my home.
I planted cameras while my husband was still asleep that morning.
Not like I didn't trust him. I only wanted to strengthen the trust I have for him when it didn't happen…my suspicions
He rolled her over, her legs spread apart; and inserted the same cock he uses to fuck me.
I felt disgusted. Disrespected.
He kissed her passionately, in a way he'd never kissed me before.
She moaned to his ears while he fucked her pussy, his balls slapping on her ass. Same ass I used to wipe when she would mess herself up in the bathroom as a kid.
And then he came inside her like he wanted her to bear him the child I haven't been able to bear just yet.
I watched everything. Every fucking thing.
I didn't skip any bit of the video. Didn't dare. Just watched how filthy and useless my husband and the girl I now hate to call my sister truly is.
My stomach tightened, my body suddenly feeling too hot despite the cold atmosphere of the room.
I touched myself and I was dripping wet. Too wet.
Thank goodness they just gave me a free porn video.
I pulled out the earpiece I used in hearing their moans and the wet sound from his cock entering her pussy.
I dropped my phone on the bedside table and climbed the bed completely.
My manager was sitting on the other end of it.
We had tried to book separate rooms but that was the only room left in the hotel.
We had to manage, hoping nothing goes wrong.
But now, I was certain. Everything will go wrong.
He was on the internet, emailing clients when I seductively crawled to him.
I closed the laptop and he looked at me, surprised.
I bit my lips, leaning in.
He looked scared. Shocked, trying to process what I was about to do.
My breath hit his face, our faces less than an inch apart.
I kissed him…wet. Slow. Passionately.
I didn't break the kiss. Not yet.
I took the laptop and dropped it aside.
Then I slowly, sensually pulled my lips from his mouth, one of my hands reaching the upper buttons of my shirt.
I undid the buttons. Then the middle. Still going down regardless of how much I'd exposed already.
I looked up at him and he looked startled, lips trembling.
I pulled off my shirt completely, throwing it to the floor. Then I slid the strap of my bra down my shoulders in slow fluid movements, dragging the bra down my torso and my legs.
“Ma, what are you doing?" He asked, cock hardening.
Like he hadn't fantasized about me. Like he wasn't loving the view. Like I couldn't see his cock rising above his shorts.
“shh…"
His breath was hotter when I leaned in.
I kissed him again…even more passionately.
He kissed me back, hands moving down to my ass, rubbing and caressing.
My hand equally moved to his trousers, unzipping and reaching for his dick under his boxer briefs.
He lifted his hips and I helped him pull off his trousers.
And then his shorts.
I pulled down my own plain suit trousers and threw it to the floor, pussy pulsing for my manager’s cock.
I didn't plan this. Didn't even think we would have to share a room.
But since my husband decided to share his cock with my own system, then I wouldn't mind sharing what was meant to be his personal food…my pussy…with my manager.
After all, he was loyal and this might just be another way to pay him aside money.
I straddled him, his cock standing, pointing at my pussy.
I sat on it.
It went deep inside my pussy.
Really deep.
I moaned.
No inch of guilt at all.
I just wanted to enjoy the moment.
This man's cock was so fucking good. Maybe even better than my husband's.
I held his neck, his hands on my ass, grabbing and squeezing.
He pushed his hips upward, causing his cock to go even deeper inside my pussy.
I threw my head backward, my boobs in his face.
Then I stopped riding. But his cock remained in my pussy.
I lifted my boobs to his face. He took the nipples in his mouth and sucked it.
His fingers sunk inside my breasts as he squeezed it, sucking.
He groaned when I started grinding his cock slowly, my boobs still in his hands and mouth.
I slapped his face with them, and he moaned, my ass slamming against his thighs as I rode him harder.
He dropped his face on my neck, my breasts pressed to his chest.
He filled his nose with the scent of my cologne.
Then he kissed my neck, gently biting it.
I moaned, my head cluttered with ecstacy.
He made me lie on the bed. He knelt in front of my spread legs, then he lifted one of them to his shoulders
He put his cock inside my pussy. Made sure he was balls deep and then he started stretching me with his cock, deep in my core, his balls ruthlessly slapping me.
My breath hitched. I squealed.
He continued.
Harder.
Until his cum filled me…just the way my husband filled my sister with his cum.
He fell flat on the bed, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
And when we did, we went on another round. Again and again.