What We Recorded in That Hotel Room

The trip to the hotel had been a delicious torture. Forty minutes on the highway with the two of them in the back seat, obeying every little thing I came up with to say through the rearview mirror. By the time I took the garage ramp, the three of us already had our clothes half disheveled and our breathing quickened.

The garage door shut behind us with a sharp bang and all three of us got out of the car at once. The basement air smelled of damp concrete and gasoline, but all I could feel was the heat we’d brought stuck to our skin from the drive.

The scene was one that sticks in your head. Noa and Diego dressed in the same black lingerie, bought as a matched set as one of my whims. She with her thong pushed aside, still shifted from when I’d been eating her out in the back seat. He with his cock pointed upward and traces of my semen drying on his navel and the lace.

I asked for the phone and started recording. I wanted them to remember that night every time they looked at the screen.

—Hold hands —I told them—. Like the little lovebirds you are.

They did. Noa held back a nervous smile and Diego lowered his gaze. That silent obedience turned me on more than anything else.

I called the private elevator that went straight up to the room. I went in first, backward, and leaned against the back wall. I unbuttoned my pants without hurry and let my cock come out, already half-hard just from anticipation.

—Come on —I said—. You walk, Noa. Not you.

Diego understood. He dropped to his knees on the garage floor and came in like that, crawling, while I filmed everything from above. As soon as the doors closed, I had him at exactly the right height.

—You know what you’re supposed to do, right?

He didn’t hesitate for a second. He lifted his head, started by sniffing, and soon had the whole thing in his mouth, his hands still braced on the floor, in dog position. No touching, just with his tongue and throat.

***

I motioned for Noa to stand beside me. I zoomed the camera in so she could see in close-up how her husband was sucking my cock with a mastery he hadn’t learned in a single night.

—Lick my ear —I whispered without stopping recording.

She alternated the lobe of my ear with long, wet kisses on my neck. We stayed like that a good while, while Diego worked down below. The fucking bastard had gotten me so hard that now he struggled to swallow it: the cock pointed at the ceiling and he had to stretch his neck from his position to reach it.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. We went into the room, spacious, with a huge glass wall looking out onto the highway.

—Don’t close the curtains —I said.

I liked the idea. Some distracted driver, speeding past, might look up and catch us for a second in the middle of it. The odds were tiny, but that possibility multiplied everything. Noa looked toward the glass and bit her lip; she knew perfectly well what it meant when I lit that little spark of exhibitionism.

Diego, on the other hand, didn’t so much as complain. By then he’d stopped having an opinion about anything. That was exactly the dynamic the three of us had agreed on weeks earlier, and the one he had begged me over text to carry through to the end.

I didn’t want to wait anymore. I’d had her kiss it, he’d sucked it, I’d eaten her pussy in the car. It was time. My cock was throbbing thanks to the husband’s blowjob and I could only think of one thing.

—On all fours —I told Noa.

She got onto the bed and I, still not letting go of the phone, took a slow panoramic shot of her ass and pussy, thrust out and on display. Then I climbed up behind her, spread her legs wide, and called Diego over with a snap of my fingers.

—You down here. Licking my ass and balls while I fuck her.

I shoved it into her without any further preamble. She was so wet it went in at once, all the way to the hilt. I started slowly, setting the pace, while underneath me I could feel Diego’s tongue working over my balls and sliding up to sink between my ass cheeks. With my free hand I kept filming everything I could, and at one point I passed the phone under Noa’s belly to capture the exact image: the husband licking me while I was wrecking his wife’s cunt.

***

Noa started twisting and tightening. I knew her well enough to tell she was about to come. I couldn’t hold out much longer either; her pussy was milking me and Diego’s tongue right where I liked it best was taking me to the edge.

I made one last effort. Twenty seconds of nonstop thrusts, my breathing cut short, and I came inside her bareback just as she came beneath me with a long moan. God, it felt so good. Diego kept licking me like a possessed man, oblivious to everything.

—Stop —I ordered him.

I pulled out my dripping cock, smeared with semen and her juices. I laid Noa on her back.

—Clean it off first —I told him, bringing my cock up to his face.

He licked it clean with devotion, not a drop escaping him. All in close-up. That was what they’d be watching for the rest of their lives, not the wedding video.

—Now eat your wife’s pussy.

Diego positioned himself between Noa’s legs and started sucking. I’d pumped my cum deep inside her and it wasn’t coming out; the desperate bastard hunted for the trail with his tongue, hungry, chasing what resisted him.

I knelt by Noa’s head, set my cock a few inches from her mouth, and started filming again.

—Tell me how hooked on me you are.

While she said it, I tapped her cheeks softly with my cock. Then Noa clenched her pussy, and suddenly several thick spurts burst out, which Diego caught like a madman, as if it were the delicacy he’d been waiting for for half an hour.

The scene turned me on all over again. I shoved my cock into her mouth, one knee on either side of her shoulders, and started fucking her mouth slowly. I wanted myself good and hard again, because I still had the best part left.

***

When I pulled my cock out, soaked with her saliva, I knew I already had more than enough lube. I went around the bed to the far side.

—Ass in the air —I told Diego.

He obeyed instantly. I pulled out the plug he’d had inside him from the start of the night —with everything that had happened I’d even forgotten it was still there—, gave him three or four hard slaps that left his ass cheeks red, and shoved it in bareback, all at once.

It was the first time a cock had gone into his ass. I wasn’t going to hold back. I settled into a cruising rhythm right away, banging his ass cheeks with my hips, gradually increasing the pace.

—Here, you film it —I told Noa, handing her the phone.

I leaned over his back and slipped my right hand underneath to grab his cock. He’d been a good submissive all night, so I was going to reward him with a handjob while I fucked him. I sped up the thrusts, alternating between massaging his balls and stroking his cock. The three of us were sweating like animals. The air in the room was pure sex.

On the last drive I pressed myself against him and came inside, just as he came into my hand. I laid my palm over his head to catch all his load and smeared it across his face. Noa, filming everything, came again at the sight of it, her mouth pressed to the pussy her husband had left half-clean.

***

I pulled out slowly. He was stretched open, gaping.

—Pass me the phone —I told Noa—. And lie on your back, under him.

I made Diego straddle his wife’s face. As soon as he got into position, the load fell onto her mouth, and she caught it all without swallowing.

—Don’t swallow it —I warned her—. Now lie down, Diego. On your back.

I asked Noa to lean over him and pass all the cum from her mouth to his. All of it captured on their own phone, so they could enjoy it at home as many times as they wanted. She let it all spill out and he, submissive to the end, took it and drank it down in one gulp.

It was time to take a break. We still had several hours booked for the room, but we had to recover our strength. Noa and I lay down on the bed, and we left her husband at our feet, at the lower end of the mattress, silent.

I turned on the television, connected the phone, and played back what we’d recorded. The images started rolling across the big screen, one after another, with the sound of our own voices filling the room.

Noa rested her head on my chest and slid a hand downward almost without realizing it. Diego, at our feet, watched the television with glassy eyes and shorter and shorter breaths. From the way the three of us were looking at those images, I knew that that supposed break to recover our strength wasn’t going to last very long.