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The brief interaction with Alex had riled me and I knew I had to calm down.
I wasn't planning on making love to Sophie. I was going to fuck her. Hard. But I didn't want to have angry sex with her. I didn't want to take it out on her and do something I'd regret.
I looked at the time on my phone. I had around five minutes before I needed to move. Five minutes to forget about Alex and his latest annoying stunt.
I looked around the bar, and the hotel lobby area beyond. There were a few people milling around. By the look of it there was a wedding party going on, and there was a steady stream of guests moving back and forth from the lifts.
There were also a few souls, mainly couples and small groups, who looked as though they had escaped the party noise for a quieter drink in the bar.
One such group, stood by the bar, was a party of four guys, roughly my age, I reckoned. I watched them, all with pints in their hands, enjoying a bit of banter and occasionally laughing out loud.
For a moment I thought about Sophie, supposedly naked and waiting on all fours upstairs. I wondered what she'd think if I walked into the room with those four in tow.
"There you go Sophie. You wanted to be a slut, well go for your life..."
I will admit there was a temptation there. She'd already been whored out to one cock tonight. Why not give her another four? Give her a proper seeing to...
All I could think of was her cunt. Wet and red and gaping after being thoroughly used.
I suspected she would love it. Whether she was Sophie or Alice. Whether it was me providing it or Alex.
I don't know if it was uncertainty about whether I really wanted that for Sophie that prevented me from acting on those thoughts. Or whether it was uncertainty about how those guys would react if I suddenly walked over and offered them my wife.
Either way, I shook my head free of the idea and set off, back to the room Alex had so kindly provided.
When I got there I pushed at the closed door and it swung open. Some lights were on inside, but not the main ceiling light, so the room was quite dimly lit. It already smelt of sex. That musky mixture of sweat, warm pussy, spunk and condoms.
Sophie was exactly where I'd told her to be. Exactly how I'd told her to be. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, trying to check that it was indeed me who'd just walked into the unlocked room. But she wasn't able to twist her head far enough.
"It's me," I said, to reassure her. "No need to turn around." And with that she turned her head back to the front and, lowering it, rested it on her hands.
She knew that I was just going to fuck her and she was ready for me.
She looked amazing. As always. My perfect treasure. But oh, how she'd been despoiled these past few weeks. I thought about how many cocks had now been in her pussy, which had previously known only mine.
I was starting to lose count. Was it four? Alex, Gerald, the unknown guy in the club and now Rob. No. I'd forgotten about Marcus. It was five. Six if you included Judith's strap-on.
And I'd briefly considered taking it up to ten.
But six was enough. She needed to be reclaimed.
I slipped my shoes off and bent to tug my socks off too. Then I dropped my trousers and trunks, but I left my t-shirt. We weren't about to work our way through a range of positions. In fact Sophie wasn't even going to see me.
I stepped closer to her and reached underneath her, between her legs, and cupped her pussy. It was hot. Fucked. I curled my middle finger up and slipped it inside her. She was still very wet and I added my index finger into her hole.
I slid them in and out of her, causing her to emit a quiet moan. "Looks like you've been well fucked tonight already..." I said. "Even if you haven't been fucked well."
And with that I withdrew my fingers and pushed my cock straight into her, causing her to gasp and cry out with surprise.
"Is this what it felt like?" I asked her. "To have his cock inside you."
She didn't respond. So I thrust firmer against her and repeated the question. "Is it?"
"Yes," she half gasped, half moaned in reply.
"Did he fuck you like this?"
She just nodded her head.
"Did Alex fuck you like this?"
"Yes!" Again she gasped the response.
"And Gerald? Did you take his big fat cock this way?"
"Ah," she cried out, presumably as the memory of the huge cock filling her came flooding back. "Yes!"
I was fucking her hard on each thrust now, but still relatively slowly. I didn't want to bring myself off in her yet.
"And what about Judith and her strap-on? Did she do you doggy?"
"Oh God!" she moaned.
"You like thinking about that do you? How another woman used your cunt like this."
"Ah... Yes!... fuck!" Sophie's head was now buried in the duvet, her hands grabbing it tightly.
"Did you like it when they fucked you?"
"Yes!"
"What?"
"YES!" She almost shouted it.
I placed my middle finger in my mouth and closed my lips around it. It tasted of Sophie, but that's not why I did it. I wanted to wet it.
I pulled it out of my mouth and pushed it into her arse.
Now her head shot up and she jolted with the surprise and the pain.
"And you've had cock in here haven't you" It wasn't a question.
"Ahhh... Yesss!"
"Did you like it? Did you like feeling a hard cock in your arse. Filling it and stretching it?"
"Fuck!... Yes!... I loved iiiit..."
"Whose cock have you had in here?" I was still thrusting hard. Still to a steady, measured rhythm.
"Alex!" It was all she could say.
"Who else?"
"No... body!"
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pushed it firmly and unceremoniously into my wife's arse for the first time ever.
"Who else?" I repeated the question.
"...You!!" she cried.
"And do you like it now? Do you like having my cock in your arse?" I started to fuck it.
"mmmmnnnnfff... Yeeessss!"
She was panting hard and groaning as I fucked her extra tight hole without lube, just like I had to Victoria, the first time I had her, when I still knew her as Hannah.
Having anal sex with Sophie was surreal. And amazing. I'd wanted it for so long and she'd always said no. But Alex had broken this particular door down and now anal was firmly on her menu.
Her arse felt wonderful, it was so tight around my cock that I knew I wouldn't last long if I kept fucking her like this.
I slowed my pace. And then I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair with my right hand. And pulled.
As I pulled her back she pushed herself up to lessen the tension, and the pain. But she still cried out.
I pulled her back so that she was kneeling upright, her bum still impaled on my cock. I tightened my grip, causing her to cry out again.
"Is this you now?" I muttered quietly into her right ear. "Is this what you like now?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed, breathless.
"And this?" My left hand moved across her left breast to her nipple and twisted it.
"Ah... Fuck!... Yes!"
I twisted it harder.
She pushed her head back hard, pushing my hand back. "Ahhhhh..." She cried out. In pain and in pleasure.
I released her from both my hands and pushed her. She collapsed forward onto the bed.
I took her hips in my hands and started to fuck her arse again. Still hard, but faster now. I wanted to cum deep in her.
It only took a couple of minutes. I felt myself start to build and suddenly it was rushing over me. I steadied myself against her hips as spurt after spurt of spunk emptied into her.
Sophie moaned in pleasure at the feeling of my cum unloading inside her.
When it was over I pulled out of her and wiped my cock on her bum cheek as she lay there gasping. Her back trembling.
I dressed my lower half and told Sophie that she could clean herself up, even have a shower if she wanted. I would wait in the bar again.
She somewhat meekly said that actually she would like to have a quick shower because the eleven o'clock deadline I'd imposed earlier meant that she hadn't had a chance to shower after Rob had fucked her.
I did toy with the idea of staying overnight at the hotel, but Sophie was working the next day, Saturday, so it would have meant a really early start to get home in time for her to go to work.
The bar was closed when I got back downstairs, but I just wanted somewhere to sit and wait and reflect on the events of the night.
Sophie was twenty minutes having a quick shower and by 1am we were in the car heading home.
The return journey was even quieter than the first. Sophie was tired and closed her eyes. I drove with the radio on low, as something to listen to and keep me awake, more than anything.
When we got home we went straight upstairs. We carried out our usual bedtime routines, and were soon lying in bed, our backs to each other, as normal.
I said goodnight to Sophie and told her that I loved her, like I did every night.
I felt her turning over. "Do you?" She whispered. "Do you still love me?"
"Yes, Sophie. I do." I closed my eyes, dog tired and dying to sleep.
A few seconds later I felt Sophie snuggle up to me, putting her arm around me.
"I did enjoy that," she said. "The things you said to me... the way you fucked me... that can be how we do it ... if you want to... I'd like you to fuck me like that again."
She held me tighter and buried her head between my shoulders, "But will you promise me you'll still make love to me too?"
She paused for a couple of seconds. "It doesn't matter what things anyone else does... you're the only one who will ever make love to me..."
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