The bar was dimly lit, alive with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Patrick sat close beside Valley, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. Across from them, Maximus leaned back in his chair with the calm confidence of a man who knew exactly how the night would end. Beside him was Selene, his wife, her fiery red hair spilling over one bare shoulder, her blue eyes catching the light like sharp jewels.

She was breathtaking. Pale skin, smooth and freckled in just the right places, and waxed bare beneath the black dress that clung to her body as though it had been painted on. Valley stole glances at her, mesmerised. She had seen beauty before, but Selene had a raw, commanding presence-sexy, dangerous, and intoxicating.

Patrick encouraged them all forward with easy conversation, but the undertones were heavy with desire. He didn’t need to do much; Valley and Selene’s eyes kept finding one another, lingering just long enough to betray their hunger. Selene brushed her hand over Valley’s arm once, lightly, teasingly, a spark that made Valley’s stomach tighten.

Drinks went down quickly. Teasing smiles turned into whispers, into brushing touches under the table, into laughter that masked the building electricity. Selene leaned in and kissed Valley softly, testing, tasting, and when Valley sighed into her mouth, Maximus chuckled low and decisive.

“Shall we move upstairs?” Maximus suggested, voice low and controlled. Selene’s eyes flicked toward him, and she nodded, letting Valley’s hand rest lightly against hers as they followed him. Patrick trailed behind, silent and eager, heart pounding in anticipation

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The door to the hotel suite closed, and Patrick’s pulse hammered. He set down the black case he’d brought, sliding out the camera he’d prepared. This wasn’t impulse- it was ritual. He needed to watch, to record, to immortalise what Valley became when she was given to others.

On the bed, Maximus wasted no time. He pulled Valley against him, kissing her deeply, while Selene’s hands roamed over her sides. Patrick adjusted the lens, framing the way his wife’s brown hair spilled across her shoulders, how her body arched with nervous, hungry submission.

Maximus bent Valley over the edge of the bed, her dress bunched high, exposing the thin strip of knickers still clinging to her hips. Patrick zoomed in, his cock twitching as Maximus pressed himself against her backside, grinding along the soft crease of her arse.

Patrick’s throat went dry. His wife, his sweet, shy Valley, was spread and trembling, waiting for another man’s cock. Through the viewfinder, Patrick caught the moment Maximus slid his shaft, teasing the hot space between her puckered arsehole and slick pussy. With a growl, Maximus hooked a finger into the thin fabric, tugging it aside until her swollen slit was bared, glistening for him.

Valley gasped, hips jerking at the uncertainty of where he’d push. Would he take her arse, or her pussy? The answer came as he angled down, nudging into her tight, soaked cunt. He stretched her slowly, deliciously, while her arse still clenched at the ghost of his cock. He used his thumb to tease and apply pressure to her arse whilst he started to increase his depth.

After several deep thrusts, Maximus pulled her up, flipping her onto her back. Her hair spilled over the mattress, her legs spread wide, his cock still buried inside her. The new angle opened her completely, perfect for what came next.

“Good girl,” Maximus growled into her ear.

Patrick zoomed tighter, capturing every inch of Maximus disappearing into his wife’s wet heat. His free hand was already at his cock, stroking in time with the thrusts he was filming. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to taste her. But this - watching her filled by another - was the sharpest, rawest ache he craved.

Selene’s voice cut through. “She’s beautiful like this.”

The redhead climbed onto the bed, lifting her dress, revealing the bare, waxed mound of her cunt. Smooth, glistening, intoxicating. She straddled Valley’s chest, hovering just above her face, fiery hair spilling forward as she gripped Valley’s hair.

“Open,” Selene commanded. Valley obeyed instantly, tongue flicking out.

Selene’s sigh was sharp, and then a hot stream burst from her, splashing Valley’s mouth and chin, catching her off guard. Patrick’s breath caught audibly; the camera shook in his hand as he focused, recording the stream painting his wife’s flushed face.

Valley moaned beneath it, swallowing greedily, her tongue darting out to catch every drop. The submissive humiliation, the worship, it lit her up, made her writhe beneath Maximus’ cock.

“Fuck,” Patrick whispered hoarsely, eyes glued to the viewfinder. His hand worked his cock harder, matching the rhythm of Maximus’ thrusts, the wet sounds filling the suite.

Selene ground down on Valley’s face, her clit pressed to her lips. “Lick me,” she panted. “Drink me….make me cum.”

Maximus groaned, his grip on Valley’s hips bruising as he fucked her with long, relentless thrusts. “She’s so fucking tight,” he growled, watching Selene’s face twist with ecstasy above.

Pinned between Maximus pounding her cunt and Selene riding her face, Valley’s muffled moans vibrated against the redhead’s pussy. Selene’s hips jerked, her thighs tightening around Valley’s head as she shuddered. Her climax splashed against the submissive’s lips, mixing with the lingering taste of piss, dripping down onto her breasts. Valley devoured every drop, her body trembling with the sheer depravity of it.

That was all Maximus needed. The sight broke Maximus’ control. With a roar, he slammed deep and held, his cock jerking as he emptied his load into Valley’s spasming pussy. Cum surged inside her, hot and thick, leaking down her thighs even as her cunt milked him desperately. He buried his face in her neck, growling through his climax, while Selene pressed her wet cunt harder against Valley’s lips, riding the last waves of pleasure. Patrick zoomed in, trembling, capturing the thick streams spilling back out around his shaft.

Patrick couldn’t hold back, his cock pulsed, spilling across his own hand as he groaned quietly, trying not to ruin the sound of Valley’s cries on the recording.

Maximus withdrew, his cock glistening, and Selene slid gracefully off the bed. She straightened her dress, her smirk knowing. “We’ll leave you two to reconnect,” she purred.

They kissed, husband and wife, red hair tangled with dominance, and then slipped from the room.

Patrick set the camera aside at last, chest heaving, cock still twitching. He dropped to his knees between Valley’s spread thighs, his mouth immediately on her messy cunt. He licked deep, savoring the hot taste of Maximus’ cum mixed with her juices and Selene’s tang still lingering on her face.

Valley moaned weakly, her hand resting in his hair, guiding him. Patrick devoured her, needing her, grounding himself in her body even as the images he’d captured burned into his mind.

The door had closed behind their guests, but the suite still pulsed with the echo of their presence. For Patrick, though, it was only ever about Valley, his wife, his submissive, his obsession, his everything…even when she was filled by another…. Especially then.