They pull up into the carpark. “Have you got everything?” he asks.

"Yes, Gordon," Persephone replies, "lube, condoms, tissues and my phone. And my pepper spray." 

"Okay, darling. I shall be here, waiting. Be safe; keep the spray nearby," he says.

Persephone leans over and kisses him, her tongue dancing across his forehead, never his mouth. She then opens the car door and leaves. He is excited for her yet terrified too. They have never done this before. She is going into a hotel to meet a man for sex. They have been chatting online for some months, sexting really, and exchanging photos. Gordon took Persephone’s photos for her.

Persephone chose not to meet in a bar; she didn’t want to risk a drink being spiked. He knows the room number the man is in, 131, and it is all he can do not to go up to that room himself. He has to trust that she will be fine. Has to. 

Persephone goes through the hotel doors and heads straight for the stairs, making no eye contact with the person on reception. Her mask covers most of her face; she knows she is unlikely to be recognised, but still. She climbs to the first floor, and a sign at the top shows that rooms 130-140 are to the left. Persephone pauses outside room 131, takes a deep breath, and knocks quietly on the door. 

“Persephone?” a voice asks from within the room. 

“Yes,” Persephone quietly responds.

The door opens just over halfway, allowing Persephone to step into the room. Lit only by two small table lamps, the lighting is dim, and it takes a while for Persephone’s eyes to adjust. The door shuts behind her, and she turns to see a naked man. 

“Jeremy?” 

"Yes, Persephone, good to finally meet you." 

“Well, yes, so I see,” Persephone responds, a nervous laugh in her voice as she looks at his erection. 

Jeremy walks towards Persephone and embraces her. Dipping his head, he kisses her, his hands on her buttocks, his erection pressing into her stomach. Persephone kisses back and grinds her stomach against the erection and then takes it in her right hand and slowly masturbates him, pushing his skin fully back along his shaft before pulling it back across his tip. 

Jeremy groans his appreciation into Persephone’s lips and then in a quiet voice says, “I think you are a little overdressed."

Persephone steps back; she swallows hard, and having passed the point of no return when she handled his penis, she puts her bag on the bed. She pulls her dress up over her head and drops it onto the chair by the side table. Persephone steps out of her flip flops and stands naked before him. 

“Wow, Jesus, Persephone." Jeremy gasps. “I know I have seen your fanny and tits in photos and video, but wow, in the flesh, you are just stunning.” 

Persephone laughs, relaxing a little; she knows he is just crap-talking. Yes, she looks good; yes, her husband's money spent in the clinic was money well spent, but Jeremy is a man letting his cock talk through his mouth. Her husband, however, will never benefit from the money he spent on her surgery.

They stand awkwardly for a moment before Jeremy reaches forward and cups her left breast, teasing at the nipple, twisting it, and then leaning forward, he sucks it into his mouth. 

Persephone feels a tingle as his teeth close around her nipple, pulling at it, and then as she closes her eyes, a finger invades her groin. It pushes between the folds of her fanny; she feels it slide and tease at her entrance. She gasps; her knees almost give way, and Persephone forgets her concerns and fears. This is it. ‘Oh God, I really am going to get fucked,' she thinks, hoping his finger will brush at her clitoris.

Gordon sits in the car. Persephone doesn’t know, but he has a stethoscope with him. He could go and stand outside door 131 and listen. ‘I would just be making sure that she is okay, that the sounds from inside are normal and not harmful or violent,’ Gordon tells himself, but he knows that he won’t do that.

He is hard, his erection straining at his zip fly; he has seen the photos of Jeremy’s cock and is imagining Persephone bent over. He sees Jeremy’s cock ploughing into her, forcing her hips apart; Gordon can almost hear the slap of skin on skin as the man fucks his Persephone. Gordon undoes his zip and releases the pressure.

Persephone steps back and sits on the edge of the bed, still holding Jeremy’s hard cock; with her other hand, she reaches into her bag and takes a condom. She tears the wrapper between her teeth and pulls out the sheath. Jeremy steps closer, his cock almost in Persephone’s face; he looks down as Persephone unrolls the condom along his cock.

Persephone leans forward and licks his cock, the condom giving a surreal sensation. She knows she is tonguing his cock, but the feeling is that of a distance, a separation; it is not quite real. She opens her mouth and takes him inside, struggling as the girth is more than she is used to. Jeremy, lost in the moment, lurches forward, his cock momentarily filling her mouth. She gags briefly, and Jeremy pulls back. 

“God, sorry," Jeremy whispers. “Jesus, that was so hot. My God, Persephone, you really are something; everything you said in your texts." 

Persephone does not respond; she just starts licking at and sucking his cock. He really did fill her mouth, and she has to be careful he doesn’t push down her throat again; his cock would block her throat, and she would not be able to breathe. As she sucks his cock, Persephone rolls his scrotum in her hands, feeling the testes inside, gently squeezing the skin of his balls, massaging them, and then sliding her hand further backwards. She presses at his anus. 

Jeremy clenches and almost thrusts his cock deep into Persephone’s mouth as he feels her fingers at his arse, her fingernail probing, pushing into him. Jeremy’s auto-responses take over, and he starts gently fucking Persephone’s mouth, his hands holding her head as he fucks her. The heat rises in his groin; he feels a tightening in his balls and knows he needs to stop before he can’t. 

Persephone gasps as Jeremy leans back and his cock pulls from her mouth. Her drool drips down onto her lap; his cock bobs in front of her, filling and stretching the condom, the veins of his cock clearly visible through the thin, stretched latex. Persephone scoots back fully onto the bed and lies down, her legs apart, her fanny needing attention.

Persephone slides her fingers into her slit, dipping briefly inside before coming back up to press her clitoris, a light touch, almost a flick, and then back to her opening; she dips her finger inside and presses deep, her nail scraping against the rough skin, the sensitive scar that used to be her maidenhead. 

Jeremy watches as Persephone fingers herself; his cock strains, and his hand goes to his cock, grips it, and he starts to slowly wank as he walks the short steps to the bed. He gets on. Looking up, he watches Persephone as her fingers work her fanny. 

Jeremy moves up between Persephone’s legs and inhales the musk of her sex, seeing her arousal as her lips glisten with their moisture. He takes her hand and moves it away, his tongue tracing the heated valley between the lips of her sex. 

Gordon is struggling. He has his cock in his hand. 'God, I hope the CCTV can’t see into the car,' he thinks as he squeezes and relaxes his cock. He is not wanking; he has to have that self-control, but he is stimulated as he imagines what is happening in room 131. ‘Is he fucking her? Has he already fucked her?' he wonders. 'God, I hope she put the condom on, or perhaps he already had one on.’ Gordon squeezes and releases, keeping himself away from climaxing. He knows he is not allowed that release.

‘Did he open the door, let her in and just fuck her there and then? Straight at it, shoving his big fat cock inside her, inside her wet, soaking fanny, making her scream as he fucks my wife.’ Gordon sits, not knowing, running through every scenario, fucking her mouth and her fanny, violating her arse, ripping the condom off and spurting over her tits. Persephone wanting more and more, coming out to the car and saying that Gordon was no good and that she would be going home with Jeremy to be fucked properly.

Gordon’s erection wanes, and he sighs deeply, unknowing of the events in room 131. He also knows that he will not be going home and fucking Persephone; no, that will not be happening. 

Persephone feels the slippery wet roughness of Jeremy’s tongue as he licks her fanny. His finger probes at her opening, slipping in and then out; he gently finger fucks her as his tongue presses at her clitoris. 

'Oooh,' Persephone exclaims as Jeremy uses an extra finger and widens her; his teeth nibble at her clitoris, pulling at it as his fingers work inside her, harder and deeper. Then, a third finger, stretching her even more, fucking her with his fingers and wanking her clitoris with his teeth. Persephone feels a climax approach; it's just out of reach. It comes to her, and then, as her breath catches and her hips raise, it leaves, only to return a moment later.

Jeremy reaches down and fists his cock; the condom is still firmly there, and he is ready. It is time. He moves up the bed and positions his cock at her fanny, wipes it up and down her wet slit, and then pushes. Slowly his girth enters her; she is tight around his cock, but she is so wet there is little difficulty. He keeps entering until he is fully inside, his balls pressing against her skin above her arse. 

'Shit,' Persephone calls out silently, ‘he is going to split me in half,’ as she feels him enter her. It feels as if he is just widening her and widening her. It seems to take forever for him to fill her, and then it stops. She is full, she knows that. He is pressing against her mound with his stomach; his balls are right there by her arse. She knows he is in, and then, "Wooow," she cries as she feels him withdraw. She feels her fanny contract back to its normal size as he slowly pulls back to her entrance. 

“Aarghhh," Persephone cries as he slams back into her; the air whooshes from her body as his piledriver again hits deep, attacking her cervix. Faster and harder Jeremy fucks Persephone; her fanny is wet as he slides easily in past her tight fanny walls. Her fanny relaxes and allows his invasion as she gasps and pants. 

Jeremy feels his balls tighten and knows he is close; this time he will not hold back. He thrusts as fast and as deep as he can; his cockhead is tender as he hits the end of her fanny, and the sensations overcome him. 

“Urghhh urghh urghh urghh,” he cries as he slows, one thrust, then a second and then a third as he climaxes, fills the bubble in the condom and slumps down onto Persephone, her breasts squashed under his weight. 

Persephone breathes deeply and slowly; his weight presses on her diaphragm. His cock still inside her stretches her; she feels the slippiness of juices as they slide down her arse. 'God, I hope the condom didn’t break. Oh shit, that’s wet,' Persephone thinks. 

Gordon watches everyone that leaves the hotel. He doesn’t know what Jeremy looks like, well, apart from his cock. Gordon giggles, 'Well, he won’t be walking out with his cock on display, not unless he wants to get arrested.’ Gordon can only wonder who each person is. He pays little attention to couples, and none of the women that leave is Persephone. 

Gordon wonders how many of those single women are meeting secret lovers or how many are prostitutes servicing the staying business travellers. 'Shit,' Gordon has a sudden thought. ‘Did they think Persephone was a prostitute when she walked in?’ His anxiety has relaxed; no police have come to the hotel with lights flashing and sirens screaming, so there are no reports of murder. 'I just hope that she is getting her brains fucked out and hurries up.' It's getting a little cold in the car. 

Persephone clenches and tries to push Jeremy’s cock from her fanny. Jeremy feels the muscles pulsing on his cock and pulls back and rolls over to lie next to Persephone. Persephone slides a finger between her legs and dips into her fanny and brings it up and looks. Clear, 'Phew,' she thinks. Reassured, she dares to look down at Jeremy’s cock. He is still surprisingly firm, and the condom is still in place, the bubble at the end full of his white cream.

“God, that was good," Jeremy says. 

“Indeed it was," Persephone responds. 'Pity you couldn't get me off, though,' she thinks but does not say aloud.

Jeremy reaches down and pulls the condom off his cock and fists himself; his hand glistens with the sperm that covers him. He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. “I’ll just go and wash this," he says.

Whilst Jeremy is in the bathroom, Persephone slips her dress on and her flip flops. Persephone pops into the bathroom and watches Jeremy for a moment as he washes his cock. “I’ll be off then, Jeremy,” she says. 

Jeremy turns to her and kisses her lightly on the cheek. “Thank you, love, you are wonderful. I hope that we can do this again." 

“Oh yes, Jeremy, I am sure we will.” She pulls the hotel room door shut behind her and walks back to Gordon, waiting in the car. 

There she is. Gordon sees Persephone as she leaves the hotel; he gets out of the car and goes across, embracing her tightly. “All okay, love?” he asks. 

“Yes, all done; let’s get in the car; we can talk there.” 

Gordon opens the door and shuts it behind her and then gets in the driver's side, starts the engine and puts the AC on to heat. “Well?” he asks. 

Persephone looks across at Gordon. “Yes, it is done; yes, it was safe; the condom did not break." 

“Was it good? As good as you expected?” 

“It was a fucking. Nothing more; that was just a fuck. Good, yes, but not as good as it could have been. Once he had cum, he pretty much lost any interest.” 

“Oh. Did you cum?” 

“Not even close.” 

“Worth it?” 

“My fanny is soaking from my juices and sore from his pounding. Yes, it was worth it; I think I needed that, but when we get home, don’t think that you will make gentle love to me and make me cum properly. You know that you will never do that.”

Gordon puts the car into gear and sets off home, his erection once more pressing his zip, an erection that he knows will never be sated. He is just a cuckold.