By the end of the week, it had become our routine. Once the door was locked in the evenings, clothes no longer mattered. 

I was completely open, ready to be explored and surrendered to desire without limits.

Work was going perfectly, and I had wrapped up my main tasks by the end of the first week. That first weekend, we wandered the city together, losing ourselves in the excitement and in each other’s company. 

I trusted him completely, just as I had always trusted my husband.

The place was romantic and completely private, a little escape where no one could recognize us. 

We wandered freely, letting the thrill of stolen kisses carry us through the afternoon. Each touch was exciting and slightly wrong, and I felt the tension between us growing with every glance.

As we followed the coastline, the crowds faded behind us until we reached a hidden cove. The seclusion was perfect. 

Jack began to undress, his boldness daring me to do the same. I hesitated for only a moment before shedding my clothes and stepping into the water beside him, my heart racing in a way I had never experienced before.

We moved together in the water, playful and teasing, until desire took over. On the soft sand, we started getting intimate, and he slowly entered my pussy.

We fucked like wild rabbits, without any fear like the whole world disappeared around us. We rolled together, wrapped in the heat of the moment, and he filled me.

Later, we cooled off with another swim and dried on a small rock, the sun warming our skin. 

Once back in our room, the intimacy continued with a long, indulgent shower and a quick sex before a short, lazy nap that left us both sated and quietly smiling.

The room was quiet when I woke, the faint murmur of voices drifting through the bedroom door. 

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing me in a warm, golden glow. My body still hummed with the memory of the morning with Jack, the lingering ache between my thighs a reminder of how completely I had surrendered to him.

I stretched lazily and reached for the soft hotel gown draped over a chair. The silk slipped over my skin, smooth and comforting, as I tied the belt loosely, letting it fall just enough to hint at the curves beneath. 

My hair was tousled, and my lips still soft from the morning kisses, making me feel both vulnerable and irresistibly alive.

Curiosity pulled me toward the doorway, and I crept forward, peeking through the narrow opening into the suite.

Inside, the three clients from earlier were gathered around Jack, drinks in hand, their low voices blending with the soft clink of glasses. 

One of them caught sight of me first, his gaze traveling slowly from my face down to the gentle folds of my gown. His smile was familiar and unsettling, almost predatory.

I stepped into the room, bare feet brushing the carpet, the silk of my gown shifting with each movement. “Well,” I said lightly, letting my voice carry a hint of mischief, “this is a surprise.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, silent, but I could feel his eyes on me, watching, assessing, approving. 

The men greeted me politely, their voices smooth, but the way they looked at me spoke volumes.

I slid onto Jack’s lap, letting the conversation flow as I engaged the others with playful questions, teasing and testing their patience. 

It wasn’t long before the first man lost his composure. With a sly grin, he took my hand, lifted me onto his shoulder, and carried me toward the room, while the others laughed at the scene, the air thick with anticipation and mischief.

The door clicked shut behind us, leaving just enough space for our voices to drift back into the suite. 

My heartbeat thudded in my fingertips as I reached for him, anticipation coiling tight inside me.

His hands found my pussy almost instantly, gliding over the soft silk and tracing the knot at my waist. With a gentle tug, the gown slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet.

He pressed close, claiming my lips with a hungry kiss. The warmth of his body against mine, the rhythm of his breathing, it all overwhelmed me, a thrilling, dangerous sensation I couldn’t resist.

Then I opened his pants and held his warm dick. The guilty wife in me was gone; only left was a sex freak hotwife. 

Without wasting any time, I kissed his dick and slowly covered its top with my lips. I looked at him, smiled and slowly took him in. 

I was sucking him passionately. And soon we turned around and started fucking.

Every touch sent shivers through me, each movement pulling me deeper into a tangled mix of guilt and desire. 

I drew him close, letting my body move with his, lost in the rhythm until all that mattered was the heat and connection between us.

When it was over, I lingered for a moment, catching my breath, letting the warmth of the moment settle around me. 

Slowly, I slipped the gown back over my shoulders, tying it loosely, the fabric clinging gently as my skin still glowed and my pulse raced. With careful steps, I returned to the sitting area, carrying the lingering heat with me.

I leaned against the doorframe, letting my eyes roam over the two men who still waited. 

A small, almost shy smile curved my lips, but my voice was steady and clear. “Who’s next?” I asked, letting the question hang in the charged air between us.

The second man didn’t hesitate. As soon as he entered the bedroom, I pulled him close, guiding his hands where I wanted them, taking control this time. 

His touch was different, firmer, slower, and I let his dick slip in, savoring every moment, every deep thrust that made me gasp. 

The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, my own voice betraying how much I was giving in to it.

The third time felt almost inevitable. I didn’t wait for him to lead. I reached for his hand and pulled him in. 

By then, my body was already tender, sensitive to every movement, but I welcomed it. I embraced the heat, the ache, the sharp edge of pleasure until it consumed me entirely.

By the time it was over, I was completely drained. I lay on the bed for a few moments, savoring their warm cum inside me, before venturing back out of the room. 

This time, guilt had vanished, replaced entirely by pleasure. The wife who once felt constrained was gone, replaced by someone bolder, free, and unashamed.

When I stepped into the lounge, expecting them to have left, I was surprised to see all of them still there. 

Part of me felt a thrill at their continued presence. We settled in for dinner, the conversation flowing easily over drinks. 

Then Jack’s calm voice cut through the casual chatter, “So, who wants to go first? Remember, the last one gets a bonus to spend the night with her.”

Then I said, “Why just one? Why don't you all be good boys and share?”

They all got excited. I was drunk by that time, and sitting on the couch. The first guy leaned over me and started making out. I kept my leg around his waist and started kissing him passionately. 

Then that guy started kissing my hand and was going down to eat my pussy while the second guy started making out. 

I kept my legs around the first guy's shoulder and let him eat my pussy while making out with the second one. Then he went down to suck my tits. 

Suddenly, I started lactating, and milk was coming out. Jack came from the other side of the couch and was sucking my one tit, while the second guy was having another. 

The third one kissed, and I smiled. I whispered, “What's left for you now?”

He opened his pants and took out his dick. I smiled and started sucking his dick while getting pleased by the other three.

I leaned back, arching my head over the handrest of the couch and the third guy entered my throat. I closed my eyes and let him do it. 

He kept his dick around my neck and started fucking my throat. Meanwhile, the first guy, who was eating my pussy slowly, entered his finger in my ass.

I didn't object and enjoyed it. They switched positions and did the same for a few times, until everyone got their turns. 

I was high and horny. My body was heating up, totally forgetting who I am. They started taking turns and entering my pussy and mouth simultaneously, spit-roasting me the entire time. 

After almost an hour of fucking, going for the second round. By that time, my body was slipping through the lubes and any dick going in and out was just casual. 

Then comes the moment, I was on the lap of the first guy, while sucking off Jack. Jack held my head and kept thrusting my mouth harder. I was enjoying it a lot. 

Then another guy touched his dick on my ass, while one guy was already in my pussy. I pushed him back and continued. 

Meanwhile, Jack was about to cum, and I wanted to enjoy it. He wrapped his fingers around my head, and started pumping deep in my mouth. 

Meanwhile, this guy behind me gripped my ass and suddenly entered his dick, while another guy was already in my pussy.  

Jack was on edge and didn't let me pull my head back, and here they started fucking my ass and pussy together. 

I just pulled back and hopped out. I lay next to them, and was in intense pain. I was pissed and said, “I told you not to do it.”

That guy apologised and we continued but now I kept giving them blowjobs and no more sex. By the end, all of them filled my mouth and we were relaxing. 

I was exhausted and just slept with Jack. I was cuddling Jack when he pointed at the guy who did that, and slowly whispered, “Sleep with him or else he will be offended.” 

I followed his order and did it. All 3 of them were sleeping on both beds, while Jack was on the couch. 

I didn't say anything, just got over that guy, and slept over him. He was also happy, and so was I. I kissed him and cuddled him. 

The next morning, when I woke up, they were already gone. I saw Jack was sitting in front of me doing some work, while I was lying on bed. 

He saw me and we kissed. Then he leaned in and started sucking my tits. Meanwhile, I received a call from my husband. 

Just for a moment, that wife in me kicked in, but the hot situation made it go away. I was talking to my husband on call, while Jack kept sucking my tits. 

I was talking to my husband, while playing with Jack's hair, who was busy, buried in between my boobs. I was feeling ashamed of what I've become. 

Once my call was done, we switched, and I started sucking him off. I asked him, “Let's take a shower and finish it off over there.” 

He just ignored and started fucking me right there. I enjoyed it, and he finished inside. He said he has a Sunday special surprise for me. I got up and went to take a deep, warm bath in the bathtub. 

I kept wondering what else he might have planned, the thought lingering even as I stepped into the shower. 

The warm water slipped down my body, soothing and awakening me at the same time. By the time I stepped out, clean and wrapped in a soft towel, I felt lighter, almost serene.

We shared breakfast in comfortable silence before heading out to explore the city. The day moved easily, and by noon we found ourselves at a beautiful hotel restaurant for lunch. 

The place had a soft, romantic charm, filled with couples and soft music playing in the background. 

As we finished our meal, the hotel staff invited everyone to join a small dance session happening nearby. People stood up, smiling and swaying to old love songs, and he reached for my hand.

I could not say no. We stepped onto the floor, his arm slipping around my waist as we began to move with the music. His eyes held mine the entire time, every step pulling us closer until it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. 

When the song reached its end, he tilted my chin up and kissed me. It was slow, deep, and unashamed. The crowd clapped and cheered, and I could feel my heart pounding.

By the time we returned to the hotel, the air between us had changed again. I leaned in and our lips met, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. The space around us faded until only the warmth of his body remained. 

We were passionately making out, and for the first time, I really wanted to have sex with him right at that moment. 

I wanted him to use my body as much as he wanted. That made me dripping wet down there. As the clothes fell away, he whispered softly, “Bring some towels from the shower.”

I went in to take it. When I entered, and moved the shower curtain, I got scared and screamed. It was a big 6’4 tall, black muscular guy. He was standing there naked and smiled at me. 

My eyes went down on him and I saw a giant black dick. I have never ever seen such a huge, thick, black dick in my life. It was the size of my forearm. There was a small ribbon tied on his dick with a congratulations card hanging. 

My instinct was to cover up my boobs by raising both my arms close. He came out of the shower space and I moved a bit back.

Jack was standing on the door, and laughing. He asked me, “How's the surprise?”

I just looked at him, overwhelmed and gesturing to his dick. He said, “All for you.”

I was overwhelmed by the size and touched it. He held my face and slowly went in for a kiss. I lost my mind and forgot who I was, and just went with the flow. 

I leaned against the counter, and he started rubbing my wet pussy. I was sitting on the counter, while this guy was eating my pussy, and I looked at Jack. He looked happy. 

He walked in as the guy moved a bit back. His big dick got even harder and bigger now. It was almost the size of my forearm. Jack kissed me and pulled me down. 

I went down on the guy. At first, I could barely even take his top, but somehow managed to get some in. I was holding it like Pringles can, jerking off while sucking him. 

Then he held my shoulder and lifted me up, back to the counter and started making out. Then I felt his dick touching my pussy. 

Honestly, I got a bit scared. He kissed me and used lots of lube before entering me raw. Only his top was in, and I almost passed out. 

Then he took me to the room, and then we started the real fun. He slowly entered his 10” dick, deep in me, so that I could feel it bulging over my belly. 

Then he started fucking me. I never had that feeling before but I was enjoying it. Then we switched positions and fucked a lot. He filled my pussy, and we took a short break. 

My body was shivering, but I couldn't stop smiling. I had water and sat on the couch next to Jack, exhausted and sweaty. Then the guy came back, and we started making out right on the couch. 

Then we had another round, and he filled my pussy again. But this time, it started leaking. I was exhausted and just let it flow while lying on the couch. The guy dressed up, gave a kiss and left. 

I was still naked on the couch, lying on Jack's lap while Jack got a call. He quickly went and opened the door. It was another guy, and he was even bigger than the previous. 

I covered my boobs and pussy with my hand and just smiled at him. He sat next to me, while Jack went into the room. He introduced himself and I did it as well. 

He was asking about how I was feeling and how it went with my previous guy. We were having small talk and when we both were clear on what we were going to do, I clearly asked him, “You know about this situation, right?”

He asked me about it. I told him, “The previous guy came in my pussy twice, and it's literally full right now, but if you give me 10 minutes, I can clean it up for you.”

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. I moved my hands and kissed him passionately. He looked down, saw my flooded pussy and smiled. 

He asked if I could walk. I just nodded no. So he lifted me in his arms and took me in the room. 

By that time, Jack had already cleaned up the room and arranged the bed for us. This guy took me to bed and started making out with me. 

Then he opened his pants and I was shocked to see another huge 11” dick. I just gasped and accepted my fate. We started fucking and soon, he was tearing up my ass, going balls deep. 

Even he took a double round, filled both holes and made out with me. While leaving, he said, “See you tomorrow.” And left. 

I was exhausted, unable to move, full of cum and thinking about what he meant. 

After that, Jack came and joined me in bed. I was really exhausted and couldn't move. So I asked him to take me to the shower to clean up for him. 

But he didn't. We just had a slow and sensual lovemaking session and cuddled. He asked me to blow him off, so I was slowly enjoying his dick in my mouth, enjoying his taste. 

I asked him, “What did he mean by that?”

Jack smiled and said, “Exactly what you think. They'll be back tomorrow.”

I was worried and asked why, so he replied, “Babe, our friends don't like to take no. Anyway, this is the best time for you to practice it, safely. You don't have to face your husband and family and can relax properly. That will be useful in future deals.”

I looked at him and said, “Future, what do you mean?”

He laughed and said, “Babe, you're literally perfect to use as fuck buddy. You're a Milf, a cheating wife, and you are open to fuck in any way, without any risk of getting pregnant.”

Soon he filled his warm, thick juice in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop of it. As Jack drifted to sleep beside me, his words; use you for fun, for future deals. 

That echoed in my head like a cruel whisper. The room smelled of him, of what I had allowed. My body felt foreign and claimed. 

I stared at the ceiling, realizing how far I’d fallen. There were literally three different guys cum inside me at this time. I could still taste his cum with each breath, each spit I swallow. 

I wasn't that faithful wife anymore; I was just a body, one that had been taken, again and again, until the woman I used to be was gone.