I knew something was wrong. I lifted my blindfold, pulled out my phone, and reread Jack’s message.

“I’ll be up in five minutes.”

That was ten minutes ago. With my face buried in the soft white linen and my pussy up in the air, I was starting to feel a little silly. But maybe he was just trying to build the anticipation, I reasoned. Or maybe he was simply finishing his drink at the bar.

Either way it was fine; we were on holiday, after all. And the longer he made me wait, the more my pussy dripped with anticipation.

We’d booked the hotel to celebrate our five year wedding anniversary. I still remember the day so clearly; the sound of nervous chatter, the smell of oriental lilies, the way the expensive fabric of my wedding dress moved softly against my skin. It was beautiful - almost exactly as I had pictured it as a young woman.

My thoughts were interrupted by the whirring of mechanical gears as the lock responded to the key card. I smiled; he was here at last. I opened my legs wider and slipped my blindfold over my eyes.

Soft footsteps behind me.

“What took you so long?” I asked, gently wiggling my exposed pussy and ass from side to side. I could feel the cool air on my clit, and a wave of nervous excitement passed through me.

No answer.

“You haven’t gone all shy on me have you, babe?”

The answer came in the form of two firm hands on my hips, grabbing and squeezing the fat of my ass.

“That’s more like it,” I giggled. “What took you so long?”

Jack slapped my ass. Hard. I squealed with a mixture of pain and delight; Jack wasn’t usually a slapper, and my ass tingled with the new sensation. I backed up my pussy toward him.

“Don’t you think it’s time you fucked me?”

Jack gently pushed the head of his cock between my lips, just a little. I was already dripping from the anticipation of it, from waiting so long. I backed myself up onto it. He pulled away, making my clit throb.

“Stop teasing me…” I moaned, my entire pussy tingling now. I thought about how I must have looked; legs spread, tight shaven pussy and asshole on display. So exposed, so slutty. I needed to get fucked.

As if reading my mind, Jack slipped the head of his cock between my soft, dripping lips. I moaned with pleasure as I slowly worked his cock deeper…

…and deeper

…and deeper?

For the second time that evening, I knew something was wrong.

“Jack?” I said, panicked. My hand went to remove the blindfold, but before I could get there a bigger hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down into the duvet.

“It’s okay babe,” Jack said, his voice coming from beside me rather than behind me. I realized it was his hand holding my head down. “I just wanted to give you the best anniversary I could. You like it don’t you?”

“Fuck…” I whispered, realization descending upon me, my pussy filled with cock in a way it had never been filled before, stretching its dimensions, making my eyes water. Jack reached his hand beneath my chest and gently squeezed my nipples. “Jack,” I breathed, my body trembling. “What is happening? Whose cock is inside me right now?”

“Does it matter?” Jack said. “You do love it, don’t you?”

I nodded, a small moan escaping me, the weight and girth of the mystery cock still inside me. “Its so…fucking…big.”

“That’s right, honey,” Jack whispered. “Would you like it if he fucked you now?”

For some reason, I thought again of our wedding day; how beautiful the venue had been styled, the white petals strewn across the aisle, the hanging baskets of orchids. I thought about how happy and proud all our friends and family were to see us together.

I wondered what those same friends would think of me if they could see me now, my tight dripping pussy stretched to its limits by a complete stranger, someone Jack had probably met at the bar. The thought made me even hornier and I let out another little moan. This was technically cheating, and the thought of being such a whore made me–

“Honey,” Jack said, stroking my hair encouragingly. “I asked you a question. Do you want me to repeat it?”

“No,” I said, bearing down on the cock, the walls of my pussy already beginning to convulse.

“Then tell me,” Jack said. “Do you want to get fucked?”

“Yes,” I breathed again, hearing the desperation in my voice. “Fuck. Please. I need it.”

“Then open your mouth,” Jack said sweetly. “We’re gonna fuck you together.”