59 comments/ 34082 views/ 10 favorites Tom, Dick and Harri By: murphy621 I woke up out of a deep sleep, the pressure on my bladder almost unbearable. Quietly, so as to not disturb my wife, I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed what seemed to be two gallons into the toilet I asked myself why I let myself drink so much beer so late in the evening. Especially, that now at fifty years old, it seemed to be a routine thing that I was up at night, at least once, to take a leak. The last two nights my best friend Rick, stayed with us. We have known each other since kindergarten and we were inseparable until we graduated from college. He was the brother my parents never gave me and we shared everything we ever owned. Even now, although he worked out of Silicon Valley on the west coast, he always made it a point to visit us three or four times a year as he made his way around the country on business. Last night, Harriett, Rick, and I sat up until almost midnight, drinking beer and reminiscing about our college days. Recalling old friends and wondering about what had become of them and all the new dirty details about Rick's latest romances. He had never married and he lived the life of a carefree bachelor. We didn't stop talking and drinking until we had finished half a case of beer and then the three of us staggered off to bed. As I sleepily made my way back to bed from the bathroom, I heard the quiet murmur of voices coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The room that had been my son's bedroom before he left for college. In passing, I glanced into my bedroom to check and see if Harriett had been disturbed and to my surprise, she was not there. I guess she wasn't there when I got out of bed and I had been too sleepy to notice. I continued down the hall to the last door and it was from there that the voices quietly emanated. It was too indistinct to make out the words so I carefully opened the door until I could understand what was being said and see what was going on inside. The foot of the bed faced the door and so did my wife's back. The little night light that we keep plugged into the wall made it possible to see that she was obviously riding Rick's cock, cowgirl style. Her body was blocking any view he might have had of the doorway. Neither one of them having any idea that I was quietly observing them. Her hips were doing the slowest, most sensuous hula I had ever seen. "Oh God, you feel so good inside of me Rick," I heard her say, "The times I get to enjoy you like this are too few and too far between. I wish that Tom would admit that he knows what has been going on between us. I almost jumped you right there in the family room the first time he dozed off." A cloud must have passed away from in front of the moon and her back was suddenly spot lighted by a moonbeam. I was able to see as she reached a small climax and shuddered. The motion of her hips changed from the hula to an undulating rocking of her pelvis. "That's it," she breathed, "Not too rough, twist my nipples. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh yes, oh god." She fell forward, gasping as an intense orgasm overtook her, collapsing on his chest. All I could see of her was her ass, broadened by her folded position, and the base of his cock where it disappeared into her leaking, cheating, cunt. I heard him this time, "Harri, you are the hottest, sexiest woman I have ever met. How did I ever let you get away?" "This pussy would have been yours if you could have kept your pecker in your pants when we were engaged. But then you might have been sharing it with Tommy. I love the way you use your cock but I can't love a man who can't keep it only for me. So Tommy's my guy but over the years you have been a wonderful, occasional diversion to break up the monotony of my marriage." I had moved into the room now, quietly leaning against the door jamb. My stomach was a boiling, seething cauldron of hot acid. I could have killed both of them on the spot but that was not my style. I was through with both of them but it would be on my terms and my timing. I turned on the light. Harriett, startled, sat bolt upright still impaled on his cock, her thighs still straddling his body. A momentary look of panic crossed her face as I walked towards them. Her expression changed when she saw the hard-on sticking out of my boxers. Hell, I had just seen a very explicit sex show and, although my rage had not abated, I was still aroused. She smiled, obviously thinking I wanted join them in a threesome, somehow excusing her infidelity. "Rick," I said quietly, "get the fuck out of my house, NOW. I never want to see you again. Take the slut with you; you broke her vows, now you own her." Then I turned and walked out of the room. A short time later I heard some shuffling in the hall and then I heard the front door close and a car pull away. Rick was gone but I doubted that she was. That doubt was confirmed when the door knob rattled as she tried to enter our bedroom. I had wedged a chair under the knob in anticipation of her trying to return to out marital bed. "Tom," I heard her softly call, "please let me in. We have to talk." 'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'so you can tell me how much you love his cock and how monotonous our marriage is.' I never answered her plea but I couldn't fall back to sleep either. My mind took me back to when we met her, back almost twenty five years ago, back when we were in college. He was Dick then, it was before the name became a pejorative, and I was Tom just as I am now. We were both juniors, third year students at a mid western university checking out the girls in the incoming freshman class at their orientation. We both spotted her at the same time and we swooped in like a pair of hunting hawks on a helpless prey. We separated Harriet from the rest of the flock and from that moment on we were the Three Musketeers, Tom, Dick and Harri. We ate together, socialized together, studied together and yes, even slept together, and we continued to do so even after Dick and Harri got engaged at Thanksgiving in her second year in school. The engagement lasted only until April of the following spring when Harriet, upon returning to her dorm room because of a cancelled class, discovered Dick screwing her roommate. He was always a player and it was a rare coed who could resist his charms when he set his sights on her. For Harriett, it was the moment of realization that he could never be faithful to her. She cancelled the engagement and returned his ring within the following week. Just two weeks following the breakup both he and I graduated and he was off to California to follow the magic world of computers and cyber space and I remained for two more years to get an MBA in finance. Harriett and I became a couple. I was her best friend now and I was the one she turned to for consolation. I was now her only lover and upon her graduation and my completing my MBA it was just natural for us to get married. It was also imperative since she was already pregnant with our son. We settled in New York because I had gotten a good job with an investment bank on Wall Street and Harriett became a stay at home mother. Six months after Robbie was born, Dick, now renamed Rick, showed up after being absent for two and a half years. He was now a sales associate for IBM, traveling the country, selling and maintaining their computer services. He was still single and still the prime example of the modern traveling salesman. Thus began the three or four times a year visits with him staying with us whenever is was convenient. My sudden epiphany, lying there in bed, was the realization that he probably had been fucking her every time he stayed with us. My God, how blind and stupid could I have been! I was soon to find out. There was no way I could fall back to sleep, so at first light I got out of bed and made myself some coffee. I was on my second cup when Harriett came down and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?" I replied with a question of my own. "Why didn't you leave with him last night?" "Why would I do that?" she countered, "This is my home, you're my husband and you are the man I love. This is where I want to be." "Well, by the way you were going at it last night and after I heard you say you loved him, I figured you wanted out of this monotonous marriage." "I never said I loved him last night, I said I loved the way he used his cock. I loved both of you when we first met back in college and maybe him a little bit more when I was engaged to him. But once you and I hooked up, after you both graduated, you were the only one I ever loved. Once my eyes were opened up and I compared you to him, you were the one I chose and I never regretted my choice. And I never said I wanted out of this marriage, I guess I used a poor choice of words when I said monotonous. We have been making love for almost twenty five years and things may have slowed up a bit sexually but that's not abnormal. I love you, not him, and I don't want to trade you in for him." "How long have you been fucking him?" "You were there. It started right after freshman orientation. You were doing me too." "Didn't it stop when we got married? "No, why should it? It didn't stop when I got engaged to him." "Because when we got married we took vows of fidelity." "Come on Tommy, we were always a trio. Remember, we were The Three Musketeers, one for all and all for one, share and share alike, Tom, Dick and Harri. We three were a unit." "Is Robby mine?" "What kind of a question is that? Of course he is. We never saw Rick for over two years after he graduated and then not until after Robbie was born. It was on his visit after Robbie was born when we resumed what we had always done, just like it had always been." "What about Sarah and Janie?" "I never let him touch me when we were trying to make them." "But you're not positive?" "I'm as positive as it's possible to be. But you had to know what was going on. It was no different than when we were in school and you never said anything. You never objected. You never said a word when he came to visit. It was just like old times." "I never knew what you two were doing." "You didn't know? That can't be. How could you not know? We were still living in that small apartment. You must have heard us. You saw the way we flirted. The jokes we made about making love? All of it right in front of you." "And that's all I thought it was, jokes and flirting." "Oh god Tommy, we both thought you were OK with it. Alright, it stops now. Never again, last night was the last time." "Too late." "Too late? What do you mean too late?" "My first stop this morning is to see a lawyer about a divorce." "DIVORCE?" She was shrieking, "Are crazy? I don't want a divorce. What about the girls. Our family? Tommy, why are you doing this? I can't believe you are serious. We were only doing what we had always been doing while we were in college. Don't do this to me.......to us. I love you, only you." and on and on and on. But all to no avail, I would not withdraw my petition. She fought it, stalled it, begged and pleaded and did all she could to make it go away, but it didn't, and finally it was all over. We had joint custody of the girls, they resided with her and I paid for everything she needed to maintain her and the girls in the house and in style they had always enjoyed. The day after the decree was final I got a call from her, "How about coming over for dinner with me and the girls." "Sure," I said, "I could use a good home cooked meal." Besides I never liked eating dinner alone. It was more than just a good meal, it was nice having most of the family together again. Afterwards the girls, adolescents now, went upstairs to do their home work and then go to bed and I helped Harriett clean up. We went into the family room to have another cup of coffee and as we sipped she asked, "How does it feel to be single again?" "Not so great. It's the first time I have ever been really alone." "No more chance of our being man and wife?" she queried. "Nope." I answered "No more exclusivity or promises of fidelity?" she questioned. "No, just good friends." I explained. "Friends who can see or date others?" she pressed on as she got up from her chair. "Friends who can go and do as they please." I promised. "Friends..................with benefits?" she asked as she sat on my lap and kissed me. I spent the night and it was wonderful. The girls were happy to see me in the morning. So life went on with a new normal, she or I calling the other to make dates. I taking her out alone or with the girls and she calling, inviting me for dinner or a family weekend. Seeing each other three or four times a week until the time that I called, on a Tuesday, to take her out and got turned down. "Uh, sorry not tonight Tom." was her hesitant refusal "OK, what about tomorrow or Friday with the girls?" "Um, not good this week, I'm sorry." Then I got it, Rick was in town. For a moment I had a flash of anger and I almost lashed out at her but I caught myself. I couldn't speak; I didn't want to say anything in anger. She knew what my hesitation meant and she countered with, "How about next Monday?" "I'll let you know." was all I could manage and I hung up. Damn it, why did I get so angry? Why did my stomach get tied up in such knots? I knew why, because I still loved her. And that's the reason I divorced her. I knew she could never give him up; it had gone on too long. I couldn't stay married to her knowing she was giving herself to him whenever he came to town. So I set her free. So why is it that this is bothering me so much? I also know that she will never marry him because she could never bring herself to trust him. She, like me, could not stay married to a person she couldn't trust. But she still loved me even though she wanted him. So finally I made peace with myself, I really had no cause to complain. I've got her for forty eight weeks a year and he gets her for the other four. Maybe I got the best of the bargain. Whatever it is, it's just the way it has to be. Tom, Dick and Harriet The bitch had it coming. And so did he. It stated very clearly in the advert what I was into. What I was about. Did they think it was some sort of game? We met as agreed in the five-star hotel bar, and the minute you saw me from across the bar, you must have recognised that I was everything I'd said I was. I had arrived in character, it wasn't much of a stretch for me to be 'him' - 'he' was the real me, kept hidden away, subjugated and imprisoned by this normal world and married life. My wife was as innocent as could be, as plain was my everyday life, and that suited for me. For a long time, I thought I could be like that. I had imagined I could be just like every other Tom, Dick or Harry, waking, working, eating, fucking, sleeping. But I was wrong. Inside me was this need. A need to exert myself. To assert my dominance over those Toms, Dicks and Harrys. And what way to better do it than by taking their wives? Of course, I needed their consent. I'm not a rapist. I didn't want to traumatise or hurt anyone. So I placed the advert. It was simple; I was available to fuck other men's wives. Either men who couldn't satisfy their spouses, or who were into sharing them. Or primarily, the men who wanted to be dominated, cuckolded, shown what their wives really wanted, and how to do it. The men could be there while I fucked their other halves, but they could only watch. Or I could fuck them alone, and then send them back to their pathetic husbands with my spunk still inside them. And I got responses. Dozens of them. I was shocked at how many couples were into this. It didn't hurt that I wasn't bad looking, but before the end of the week I had already met with three couples, all in hotel rooms, all at their expense, and once I got past the slightly nervous first few moments, I left each couple thrilled and satisfied. Not that leaving them happy was of primary importance to me. I had my own needs to satisfy. And it worked. So I kept doing it. Several months later, here I was, walking into this hotel bar, so be greeted by the most beautiful young woman I had seen for some time. Certainly the prettiest woman I had seen in this situation. She introduced herself as Harriet, obviously a fake name, but that didn't matter. She was tiny, petite, and had a huge mop of gorgeous, flame red curls. She was made up to perfection, her bright green eyes amazingly framed with long black lashes and shimmering emerald make-up. Her hour-glass figure and a healthy looking bust completed a truly stunning young lady. I introduced myself as Tom, the name I used for these meets, and I raised her hand to my lips, which made her smile shyly. "Nice to meet you, Harriet," I pointed to the ice-bucket on the table, and the Magnum of champagne that it contained, "I've already got us drinks. Do you want to have a glass down here, get to know each other a little, or would you rather just take it up to our room?" "Please call me Harry," her green eyes twinkled, "We can go up the room now. I'd rather not have all these people looking at me." I looked around, the bar was quite busy. "Where's your husband?" "Peter?" she picked up the glasses, as I took the bucket and bottle, "He's going to walk in on us. Catch us in the act, if you know what I mean?" "Ah, yes. No problem," we walked in to the lift. She smelled heavenly. "It's a common fantasy. What perfume are you wearing?" "Um, I forgot," she took a deep breath and looked at me suddenly, a different expression. "I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous. I've never done anything like this before." "It's your husband's idea?" I asked as the lift doors reopened, and we walked out towards the room we had booked. "Fulfilling one of his fantasies?" Harry didn't say anything for a moment, but as we reached the door of our room, she nodded. "Yes, it's his idea but I wanted to do it too. I've never..." She swallowed, as though she couldn't say it, but I finished the sentence off for her. "You've never been with anyone else but Peter?" Harriet's green eyes flashed with surprise, and then she tossed her ginger curls over her shoulder and appraised me. "Did Peter tell you in the emails?" "No," I said truthfully. "I'm just good at reading people. Trust me; you'll have a good time. Both of you." Harry nodded, hopefully reassured and followed me into the room. It was nice enough, basic but clean, and with a king size bed. The only thing I ever insisted upon. I turned on the television and put it on to the music channels, volume low enough to be relaxing but loud enough to break the silence of the room. I poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her, patting the bed at the side of where I sat. "Come, sit," I beckoned her over, "Relax." Harry did, smiling nervously at me, but I didn't touch her or invade her space just yet, though the slim legs that showed beneath the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing were very tempting. "Only this will relax me," she sighed, and necked the glass in one go, then held the glass out for a top-up. "More please?" "Go steady," I told her though I didn't care if she got drunk or not, "The bubbles in champagne can go straight to your head." "Good," she said, taking another long draught from the refilled glass. "So, how does this work?" I gazed at her beautiful face, wanting to just ravish her right there, but we had to set a few ground rules first. "It starts when I kiss you," I told her, and she nodded her understanding, "Then we take it from there. Don't worry, just trust me, but first there are a couple of things you should know." I kicked off my shoes, and undid the tie from around my neck, so I could get undressed quicker when the time came. I saw Harry look me up and down as I did. She found me attractive. That was good. "First of all, there is a safe word - Elephant. If you or your husband tell me to stop, I will ignore you, as to Peter's fantasy, but if you really want me to stop, say Elephant, and I will know that you're uncomfortable." "Okay," she said, a slight uncertainty on her face. "Peter knows this?" I told her we had set it all up in our emails and she looked happier. "I have to text him when we've... started... so he knows when to walk in." "That's fine," I smiled at her, trying to put her at ease, "We'll play it out however he likes." Harry smiled back. Wow, she was pretty when she smiled. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled away and downed the glass of champagne first, wiping her lips before taking one last final breath. "Right, you can kiss me now..." I cut her off as she spoke, moving quickly and kissing her firmly. She was a little shocked at how fast I moved, trying to pull away, but I moved over her, sitting over her lap and pulling her into me, I kissed her forcefully. After a moment, she relented, kissing me back and our mouths opened to let our tongues intertwine. I'm a big man, and my body dwarfed her tiny frame. Her hands went to my back, feeling my muscles through the thin shirt I wore. I paused from kissing her to pull the tie from around my neck, and she helped unbutton my shirt, already out of breath. As soon as my chest was exposed, she ran her hands over it and we resumed kissing as I lifted her top up and over her head. Her plentiful bosom was barely contained in a pretty black bra, and I wanted to just rip it off but I refrained for now. She shook her head, cascading her red tresses across her shoulders and watched me as I began to remove my trousers. My cock was only semi-hard as it sprang into view, and I saw Harriet's eyes widen slightly when she saw it. I'm not huge, but I am slightly bigger than average and quite thick, which seems to appeal to more women than length alone. "Suck it," I commanded her, and her eyes widened further at the tone in my voice, "Now!" I took hold of her hair and urged her face forwards and she obliged, taking in the end and licking it with her tongue. "Deeper," I said in a no-nonsense voice, pushing more of it into her mouth, but stopping short of making her gag. As she began to get into the blow job, I reached behind her and sprang the clips on her bra. Her perfectly round, firm tits fell out, and I ducked down and took one in my hand, and squeezed firmly. "Take your skirt and knickers off," I said after she'd sucked me to a decent hardness, "But leave your shoes and stockings on. I like that." I had seen earlier that she was wearing hold-up stockings, which turned me on immensely. Harry did as she was bid, taking down her skirt to reveal a pair of black skimpy panties which matched the bra she'd already discarded. Her large pink nipples hardened with arousal as she slipped the knickers down over her thighs. "Open your legs," I said, and Harriet spread her thighs for me, but not far enough. "Wider." She opened them further, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, with a tidy strip of hair that was only slightly darker than the bright red hair on her head. It was totally bald around her slit, and was already glimmering with a hint of dampness. "Finger yourself," I commanded, but she hesitated. I took a step closer to her and gave her a look that meant business. "I said... finger yourself. Now!" I barked the last word and slightly started Harriet closed her eyes and slid her hand downwards. Her fingers ran through the thin strip of pubic hair, and then her middle finger found her clit. She opened her eyes to see if I was watching and I nodded in approval as she started to rub it softly. "Good girl," I reassured her. "Now carry on with what you were doing." She opened her eyes to take her cock back in her mouth, but paused in her masturbation. "Don't stop playing with your cunt," I said to her firmly and she began to work herself once more as I started to fuck her face. "Very good," I said softly and encouragingly. I noticed Harry's face was reddening slightly, and she was panting around my cock. When I looked down she was switching between finger-fucking herself and rubbing her swollen clit, obviously getting herself close. I wondered when her husband was going to make an entrance. When did she want to text him? I grabbed her head by the hair, and pulled her up the bed roughly. She complained at first, but didn't use the safe word, as I laid her out and forced her thighs as wide as they would go, then I buried my face into her hot little cunt, licking, nibbling and sucking her lips, before clamping my mouth over her clit. "Oh, my!" she said under breath as I worked her little bud. It had swollen in my mouth during the time I had licking her and her hips began to buck, so before she came I quickly moved up the bed, and positioned my cock between her labia minora, my swollen head pressing at her soaking wet hole. Harry put her long finger-nailed hands on my hips and tried to pull her into her, but I held firm, allowing only the very tip of my dick to enter her, then pulling it out and letting it slide up her slit until it rubbed over her clit. "Fuck me," she begged, "Please, fuck me." I continued to rub my cock over her clit until she was almost climbing the walls and demanding I fuck her, but I didn't. I kept alternating giving her clit a stroke with the end of my dick and then slipping the very tip into her willing cunt for just a few seconds and then repeating the process. "Text him," I told her, and passed her the phone. "Tell him I am about to fuck you - he should come upstairs now." "Okay," she almost sobbed, "Okay, anything, just fuck me," and she hurriedly typed the text, pressed the send button and then threw the phone on to the bed. "Fuck me, please?" Harry shoved her hips forward, and I allowed her to impale herself a couple of inches on to my rock-hard cock. "Oh, yes," she growled at me, before suddenly yelping in alarm as I grasped her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other I used to push her hips flat on the bed, and then I rammed my cock into her deeply. "Shut the fuck up," I told her, "You have to stay quiet now while I fuck you - I don't want him listening at the door." Her eyes went wide, but still no safe word as I began to fuck her deep and hard. Only slow at first, then as I began to reach a faster rhythm, and her hips began to rock towards me to meet my urgent strokes, her eyes rolled back into her head and she had her first orgasm. "Oh, Jesus!" she wailed as it hit her, but I told her to be quiet and she bit her lip instead as she came. I didn't stop, I just kept up the steady, hard fucking I was giving her until her body finished quivering, and then I rolled her onto all fours. Just as her husband walked in. I had got her hair in my hand, and pulled her head back savagely as I shoved my cock back inside her. She groaned loudly, still out of breath from her orgasm. Peter stood in the doorway watching us. "What the... What's going on?" he stammered. "I am fucking your wife," I said bluntly. "Are you going to come in and shut the door or do you want the whole hotel to hear her when she cums again?" "Again?" he asked, incredulously as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Unhand my wife." "Shut the fuck up," I told him grimly, and I bunched a fist as I turned to him. Harriet laid on her front as I let her go, and I quickly grabbed her backside and roughly pulled her back on to all fours. "Fucking stay there!" I commanded her and she whimpered that she was sorry. As I squared up to her husband, I noticed that he was looking over my shoulder at Harriet's red, puffy exposed cunt, tilted and exposed to us as it was. "You will sit here," I told him firmly, pointing to a chair in the corner of the room, "And watch how a woman should be fucked. If you move, you will regret it. Do you understand?" Peter played the part and nodded. He sat on the chair, and I noticed a hard on tenting the front of his trousers. The dirty pervert. I kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't move as I returned to the waiting Harry. I was going to fuck her ass, but first I had to try out her tight little cunt from behind. No messing around. I rammed my dick into her again, and with one hand across her arse, holding her hip and the other hand tangled in her hair, holding her head back, I began to fuck her again. "Look at your husband," I told her. "Look him in the eye as you let another man fuck you." She did, her head turning to the side and they stared at each other. The look on his face was delightful. A mix of arousal and shame at seeing his previously faithful wife get a hard fucking from a complete stranger. "Your wife is a good little slut," I congratulated and taunted him. A look of anger crossed his face, but no movement, and no safe word. "Her cunt feels so tight around my cock." It did. I was enjoying the sex, but the feeling of power was everything. Time for her ass, and the ultimate cuckolding. I positioned my dick at the entrance of her ass, and she instinctively pulled away, but I held her firm, pulling her head back hard. "No," she pleaded, but I pushed the tip of my cock against her little, puckered hole and felt it give slightly under the pressure. "No?" I asked, "Elephant?" I offered her, and him, the safe word, in case they had forgotten. Peter didn't say anything. He was craning his neck to see what was going on. "No," Harriet whispered. Not elephant. I shoved my cock in, an inch or so, collecting some wetness from her cunt, to lubricate myself, then shoved in again, deeper this time. She grunted as I told her husband what I was doing. "I'm taking your wife's arse. I'm going to anally fuck her, and fuck her senseless." His eyes opened wide, and he went to get up so he could see. "Sit the fuck down!" I told him and after a quick glance at my cock sliding into his wife's ass, he sat back down, looking chastised, like a little boy. Harry's arse was stretching nicely, even though she was moaning with a little discomfort. "Does it hurt?" I asked her kindly. I wouldn't have stopped even if she had said yes. The only word that would have stopped me was the safe word, and it wasn't forthcoming. I rammed home the last few inches of cock, spearing her fully on to me. "Does that feel good?" I asked her, but she didn't reply. I repeated the question, smacking her butt cheek hard as I did so. "Yes!" she said, her hand instinctively going to the red mark on her ass. I pushed it away roughly, pushing her head down into the pillows. Her husband was gripping his knees with his hands so hard his knuckles were turning white. But no movement from him. No elephant. "She's such a dirty anal whore," I taunted Peter, and he met my eyes with another brief moment of anger. It was replaced by arousal though, as I began to do his wife. I told Harry to rub her cunt as I fucked her arse, and she did, her long finger-nailed hand going to her clit. Occasionally as I fucked her, her hand would move up and feel my cock going in and out of her ass, or cup my balls, but each time I pushed it back down. "Make yourself cum now," I commanded and she began to work her clit hard. It didn't take her long before she let out a muffled scream into the pillow. She came so hard I could feel the muscles inside her convulse, almost squeezing my cock out, but I held on to her, kept myself deep inside. I was on the verge of cumming myself and I wanted to leave her with a nice anal creampie. Once she stopped trying to wriggle off me, I relaxed, and stroked my dick in and out of her hard and quickly, as I felt it build. "I'm going to cum inside your filthy slut wife's arse now," I said to Peter. He was either itching to punch me, or get his cock out and masturbate. I could see a look of tension on his face, but couldn't decide which emotion it was showing there. Perhaps it was both. Finally, I came. I pulled her right on to me, eliciting another muffled grunt and I let my cock explode up her. Her back had a lovely coating of sweat, a sheen of passion and I felt a droplet of sweat trickle down my forehead and off my brow, to land on her arse. I pulled out my cock, watched a string of cum extend from the tip of it to her arse before it started to ooze out. I let Peter stand and look at the arousing sight for a moment, and then I shoved her away from me dismissively. Picking up her clothes, I shoved them into his hand. "My money please?" I asked, and Peter gave me an envelope, still unable to take his eyes from his panting wife's freshly fucked arse and pussy. I counted the contents, and satisfied, I took her by the hand, and eased her into a sitting position. "Please leave now," I said kindly but firmly. "I hope you enjoyed that." "Did you?" she asked, still struggling to get her breath back. "As much as you did?" I laughed, "I'm not sure, but yes, you made it very pleasurable. Now please, fuck off?" They both looked at me in shock, as I opened the hotel room door. Luckily no one was passing, or they would have been treated to the sight of their lives. I waited patiently, door still open, as Harry dressed and then they both quietly left. I noticed with a smug grin, that she was walking slightly gingerly. Peter looked angry, but he never said anything, and he still had his hard-on. What was their problem? The bitch had it coming. And so did he.