Cuckold Valentine - Sex Stories

Cuckold Valentine

... lingered by the door.

"Uh, yeah," Brian stammered, his cheeks aflame with shame and a perverse pride. "They sure are."

Brian was just standing there with the cacophony of forbidden acts sealed behind steam-fogged glass. Each sound felt like a lash upon his psyche, carving deeper into his self-worth. Hearing the familiar scream of his wife’s orgasm from inside, he shuddered and looked at Erica who was still standing there with a coy smile. Brian just wanted to ask her to leave when the shower ceased its hiss, and silence fell like a curtain. Brian's breath hitched as the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam that seemed to carry with it the essence of their transgression.

Alicia emerged first, her skin flushed and beaded with moisture, her hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was Aphrodite ascending from her bath, every inch the embodiment of a carnal goddess. Behind her, Greg followed, his chest heaving, his blue eyes alight with a feral satisfaction.

"Damn, Alicia," Greg rumbled, his voice a low growl that reverberated off the walls. "Never had it like that before."

"Happy to oblige," Alicia purred, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. She glanced at Brian and Erica, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of her own deviance.

"Seems my skills extend beyond the courtroom," she quipped, tossing her head back with laughter that held no mirth for the man she had sworn to love and cherish.

Brian's throat constricted, a knot of complex emotions ...

... threatening to spill over. Humiliation. Desire. Regret. They mixed within him, a cocktail of self-inflicted torment that he gulped down with masochistic fervor.

"Hope the sandwiches are as good as what I just got," Greg said, smirking at Brian as he reached for one, the alpha claiming his spoils.

"Sure," Brian managed to choke out, the single word laden with the weight of his crushed ego.

“Thank you for bringing them up for us,” Alicia declared to Erica, her tone casual, as if they hadn't just redrawn the boundaries of their marriage with indelible lines. “I hope my husband has paid you fairly,” she added.

“Sure,” the receptionist showed the few crumpled bucks which made Alicia’s eyes open up wide.

“Oh my god, Brian!” the naked, wet wife shouted as if she was just standing on the street. “I can’t believe you pull this again! I’ve told you so many times you have to thank the services with a noble tip! Especially when...” she looked around, at her numb husband and the strong lover who had just satisfied her. “She provides delicious food for such a wonderful evening!”

“That’s alright, ma’am,” Erica waved with her hand, then turned to the door.

“No, no! Please wait!” Alicia sauntered over to Erica, the gold-embossed wallet in her hand snapping open with a crisp flick. She peeled off several hundred-dollar bills, sliding them across the smooth surface of the room service tray with a smirk.

"Consider this a tip for the excellent service," Alicia said, her ...