The Hotel Takeover: Everyone Cums in You

International Hotwife Day 

The Day Before

I’d been planning this for weeks—maybe months. This wasn’t just another playful hotwife night. It wasn’t a soft swap or a casual fling. This was the event.

An invitation-only hotel takeover, whispered about in niche forums and shown only in grainy, shaky videos. Real couples. Real women. Real husbands watching their wives get absolutely wrecked—stretched, dripping, creampied by men they’d never meet again.

I wanted that for Lindsay. And for myself.

After days of vetting, I secured two bulls—one White, one Black. Both dominant. One thick and rough, the other lean and calculated. But I didn’t tell her right away. I hinted.

• A surprise Brazilian wax.
• Red-bottom heels and a black lace thong placed on her pillow.
• And finally, the dress—short, backless, silky. Meant to slip off under the right hands.

She held it up. “What’s all this for?”

I just smiled. “You’ll see.”

The next morning—International Hotwife Day—I gave her a black envelope. Inside was a hotel keycard, a nameplate with a single word: Pleasured, and a handwritten note:

Tonight is all about your pleasure — two studs, your body, your rules. I’ll be watching as you take what you want, cum as many times as you need, and lose yourself in the freedom you deserve.

She bit her lip and crossed her legs tightly under the table. Her cheeks flushed. She was already soaked before we even finished our coffee.

The Hotel – Playroom One

The top floor had been transformed. Candlelight flickered across velvet-draped walls. The scent of bourbon and sex filled the air.

Lindsay walked beside me, coat off, nipples hard beneath that black dress. No panties. Just a teasing strip of lace between her thighs.

“What are they like?” she asked.

I leaned in. “One’s thick. Dominant. The other? Long. Precise. Tonight, they’re going to make that pretty little pussy of yours pulse.”

She shivered. “And you’re going to watch?”

I grinned. “Front row, my love.”

The bulls were already waiting—seated, cocks straining under slacks. I leaned into Lindsay’s ear:

They’re all yours.

She didn’t hesitate. She dropped the dress and stepped out of it. Her skin glowed. Her body radiated sex and confidence. She stepped out of her heels… then back into them. A quiet show of power.

“Go ahead,” I whispered. “Show them what a goddess looks like when she takes what she wants.”

She climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and revealed her swollen, glistening folds. Her clit throbbed. Her lips parted slightly. She didn’t need their names. She just needed their cocks.

The Sex

The white bull moved first. No words. Just thick, hard need. He stripped down and knelt between her legs.

She locked eyes with him and gave a subtle nod. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds. Then, in one long, slow stroke, he filled her.

Her back arched. “Ahhh—fuck…” she moaned. Her fingers dug into the sheets as he stretched her open.

From the corner, I stroked myself, groaning as I watched my wife take every inch.

The Black bull moved up beside her. He gripped his thick cock, and she opened her mouth. She didn't wait a second before wrapping her hand around as well, forcing him into her mouth, she took him in deep—drooling, gagging slightly, lips stretched wide.

She looked so good—exactly as I had imagined: one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. Lindsay moaned, both sets of lips stretched around him. Her body started rocking in rhythm as they thrust back and forth, overwhelming her with pleasure.

“She’s close,” the white bull grunted.

She started to shake. Her legs open, feet flapping in the air. Her pussy clenched. And then—

She squirted. Hard.

“She’s fucking squirting on me.”

I moaned. “That’s my girl. Let her make a mess.”

The white bull groaned, starting to trust hard, I knew he was about to cum, no man could hold back.  Then, he started, I could see his body twich, releasing his load.  He was cumming inside her, I loved it. He stayed deep, pumping wave after wave of cum into her air tight pussy.

When he finally pulled out, cum poured from her gape.

“Next,” I said.

The Black bull climbed between her legs, lifted them high, and slid into her cum-filled pussy. The sound was obscene—wet, squelching, messy.

“Stuffed and ready for more,” he said.

He began pounding her hard. Lindsay screamed. Her body was hypersensitive. Her pussy clenched again.

“Fuck—Luke—” she whimpered.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I said. “Take it all.”

She locked her heels around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her next orgasm was hitting—even harder. Her body shook, pussy leaking down between her ass cheeks. Still, he kept going, 

Then he came. Loud, deep, and hard. Another creampie. More cum. Her body overflowing. Everything Lindsay & I dream of.

Reclaiming Her

It was time. I stood. My cock was ready—aching, leaking precum.

I grabbed her ankles firmly controlling her legs, spreading them wide as I slid in slowly, groaning as her warm, sloppy pussy welcomed me.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered.

She was soaked. Overflowing. Filled with two other men. I started to thrust—slow, deep, and hungry. My cock added to the slick mess inside her.

I was reclaiming her. Loving her. Owning her again.

And then I came—loud, hard, filling her one final time.

Three loads. One pussy. My wife. My hotwife.

The Morning After

The light was soft and golden when I woke. Lindsay lay beside me, naked in the tangled sheets, her body still glowing from everything we’d done. Her legs were loosely spread. Her inner thighs sticky with dried cum. Her pussy swollen, parted, beautiful.

I couldn’t look away. I never could, but this morning was different. She wasn’t just my wife. She was the woman who’d been used, worshipped, and filled by three men — and she had begged for every drop.

I reached down and touched her slowly. She was still ready. Still warm. My fingers slipped in effortlessly — two, then three, then four. She stirred, but didn’t stop me. Her hips started pushing back almost pushing my whole hand into her.

I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and moved between her thighs. My cock pressed against her soaked entrance. I slid in slowly, groaning as her pussy welcomed me back in — stretched, sensitive, coated in a mixture of all of us.

She moaned softly. Half-awake. Her body rising to meet mine.

I started to thrust, slow at first. Gentle. Worshipful. The wet sound of my cock sliding through leftover cum filled the room. It was obscene. It was perfect.

Then she whispered it, barely audible — but it shattered me.

“Cum in me.”

My rhythm faltered. My breath caught in my throat.

And then the words started playing again in my head—on a loop, louder now. Obsessive. Addictive. The only thing I could think about.

Everyone cums in you. 

That’s what she is. That’s who she’s become. A perfect woman for the men she chooses. A little slut who opens up, begs for it, takes it all—and makes them cum. They can’t resist. Neither can I.

She turned her head, eyes glassy, lips parted. “I want you to,” she whispered. “I want you to cum in me.”

I lost it.

I slammed into her harder. Faster. My body took over. Her words, her pussy, her moans — all of it crashing over me in a wave I couldn’t outrun.

And still that line repeated—echoing louder in my skull as I got closer.

Everyone cums in you.

I growled as my orgasm tore through me. My cock pulsed deep inside her, spurting another load into the mess already dripping from her. My wife. My beautiful, slutty wife—made to take every drop.

She moaned as I filled her again. Her body trembled, her back arched into me.

And even as I collapsed onto her, heart pounding, breath shaking, that one truth looped in my mind like a brand I never wanted to forget—

Everyone cums in you. Fuck I love you.

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