I never even heard them come in. I guess that was the point of the music, to mask the sound of Adrian, Svetlana and Sara entering the suite with the spare keycard. I started to turn around but Stacey stopped me.
She whispered, "Eyes front. Don't give Adrian any excuse to hurt you."
I nodded my understanding, knowing full well that Adrian would love to kick my ass in front of the girls. I remained passively in the doggy-style position.
Svetlana spoke up next. "Chrissy cleans up nice. Wow. Right how Adrian predicted it would happen."
I hung my head as I recalled Adrian's words the day Svetlana had fucked my ass over his desk. After Svetlana had finished my punishment, she offered my ass to Adrian. He said the most threatening thing anyone has ever said to me. At the time it felt like a prophesy, and I memorized it verbatim, in the sincere hope that it never happened.
"I don't want him tied up like some non-consensual prison rape. I want him to willingly submit to me. I want him to get a Brazilian wax, cleanse his anal passage with an enema, wiggle his ass seductively and invite me to fuck it. I might even make him wear lipgloss and lingerie when I do finally fuck him."
Now as I was presented to him on a platter, in my expensive lingerie with my lips glossed and my anal passage cleansed, I knew I was fucked. Figuratively and literally. Stacey told me to hold my head up and arch my back. She started to give me a running commentary as I was required to stay "eyes front".
"Adrian is moving behind you," she whispered. "Sara and Svetlana are unbuckling his belt buckle, and Sara just removed his belt. Sara has one hand on Adrian's zipper and he just told her to wait until you signal your availability."
I knew he was making me sweat for the girls amusement. Why the fuck didn't he just get on with it? And what fucking signal? My heart sank as it dawned on me. I remembered his words "wiggle his ass seductively and invite me to fuck it." A wave of shame washed over my entire body, and I started to wiggle my ass for Adrian. He let me shimmy and shake for several seconds, before he motioned for Sara to continue. I closed my eyes as I couldn't watch myself gyrating for another man in the mirror. I decided to keep them closed.
"Sara is unzipping Adrian's zipper," Stacey whispered.
I heard his zipper go down, and then he roughly kicked my knees further apart. I noticed he still had his shoes on, so apparently he wasn't going to get naked to fuck my ass.
"Sara just fished Adrian's cock out of his pants, and he is erect," Stacey said. "Good job Chrissy, he got hard from the visual of you."
Stacey's attempt to make me feel better, fell flat. I was way more interested in who was going to lube my asshole, than the status of Adrian's erection.
Stacey resumed her running commentary.
"Adrian forgot his lube and he wants to know if you would rather get fucked using saliva as lubrication, or without lubrication?"
I had only ever had my ass fucked once in my life. By Svetlana, using lots of lube. I knew it wouldn't be pretty without lube.
I told Stacey, "with saliva please."
I assumed Adrian would make me suck his cock before he fucked my ass, but he had other ideas.
"Ask your wife to get Adrian ready," Stacey said with a giggle.
That fucking prick! He had me right where he wanted me and just couldn't stop himself from kicking me in the nuts.
"Sara, would you please suck Adrian's cock to get him ready for me?"
Of course, predictably, she couldn't hear me.
"Can you repeat your request a little louder?" Stacey said.
All four of them were laughing now, and I asked Sara again to get Adrian ready for me, in a louder voice. This time apparently she heard me, because Stacey resumed her playback of what was happening behind my back.
"Your wife just knelt in front of Adrian. She is wearing Louboutin's too. Svetlana has gone to turn the music off as we can barely communicate in here."
Once the music died, it was very quiet in the room. As soon as I heard the lewd sounds of Sara giving Adrian the world's sloppiest blowjob, I knew why that asshole had killed the tunes. I waited nervously on all fours as my wife slurped and gagged on Adrian's cock, trying to lubricate it so that he could fuck my ass.
"Sara is deep-throating Adrian," Stacey said. "Lots of saliva now. She is really taking one for the team!"
After a few minutes of slurping sounds, Stacey informed me that Svetlana was now kneeling in front of Adrian, and he was enjoying a two-girl blowjob. Adrian kept me waiting for almost fifteen minutes, as Svetlana and my wife gave him a sloppy, wet blowjob.
Stacey whispered, "I hope for your sake that Adrian doesn't come on the girls, because he will last forever, if he has already busted a nut. He will tear your ass up."
This made me genuinely fearful, and I started to wiggle my ass as seductively as I could. I was trying to entice Adrian to take me now, as I figured I could get him off more quickly, if it was his first orgasm.
Adrian noticed and said, "She's ready. Look at her shake that ass for me."
"Chrissy is ripe for the taking," Stacey said. "She is wearing crotchless panties for you."
Then Stacey continued her narrative.
"Adrian is getting behind you. He is kneeling down. Sara is holding the tip of his cock."
I felt Sara's wedding ring scrape across my ass, as she lined the tip of Adrian's dick up with my sphincter. I knew Adrian had engineered this humiliation too. Sara never wore her wedding ring anymore. Of course Adrian had asked her to make sure I knew she was wearing it for this momentous occasion. Sara had worn her wedding ring the first time Adrian had fucked her ass, so it was appropriate that she wore it, as he was about to fuck mine. I still had my eyes closed trying to block out the visual component of my impending ass-fucking.
I felt Adrian's cock hit my asshole, and he told me to look at him in the mirror. He was on his knees behind me still dressed in his suit. Sara knelt beside him and had one hand between Adrian and my ass, to guide him in. I was still legally married to this woman, and she was facilitating the entry of her black lover's huge prick into my puckering asshole. At least when Svetlana fucked my ass with the white strap-on, Sara had given me some poppers to help me out. She had switched teams, for sure, and I was never going to get her back.
Adrian maintained eye contact with me, as he forced his way inside me. Sara and Svetlana had lubricated him somewhat, but he was way bigger than the strap-on, and it really took some effort before he was balls-deep inside me. Once he was all the way in, I felt his expensive silk suit pants against the back of my thighs, and I wondered why he had even bothered to remove his belt. He started to slowly thrust in and out of me, and I felt my anal passage adjust and relax, to accommodate him. I could also hear the bell that was tied around my cock, jingle periodically, which was emasculating.
"Throw your head back, Chrissy, and arch your back," Stacey ordered. "Adrian wants to see your "SLUT" collar in the mirror."
I followed her direction, and Adrian grunted as he took me in. My collar not only identified me with an accurate pejorative, but also did a great job of hiding my Adam's apple. I really looked like a woman, and not only because I was getting butt-fucked in Agent Provocateur lingerie.
"I told you I would punish you for leveraging me, when those Detectives needed my alibi," Adrian began. "You lied to me about fucking Svetlana too. You made it sound like you took her doggy-style when, in truth, she tricked you into entering her chili-laced condom. I wish I had seen the look on your face as your cock was burning."
"He cried like a little bitch," Svetlana added. "Begging me to help him."
I could see Sara was egging Adrian on, whispering in his ear, no doubt encouraging him to fuck my ass. She must have mentioned something about their Mile High Club experience earlier that weekend, because Adrian started to speak as he sodomized me.
"That's right Sara, you are the newest member of the Mile High Club," he taunted me. "Didn't you say you came close to joining it a couple of times before? Once with hubby when you decided to break up with me, and fly to see your parents. That would have been a seedy experience, crammed into the tiny bathrooms they provide in the cheap seats. The second time you almost joined was with your dentist, right? Flying to Mauritius?"
"Gynecologist," Sara corrected. "He wanted to take me to the Maldives on a private jet, not Mauritius."