Isis couldn’t believe the sex, with her husband front and center, unfolding on the screen before her eyes. Her only companion was a sex toy that sucked on her clit, while her husband, Isaac, had his dick inside of two women already.

Isis stared on, words failing her, as her husband escalated the proceedings.

Kayla handed Isaac a phone and he turned it on, all the while his cock was buried deep, moving only slightly yet slowly seeping sex fluids into Naomi’s most private spaces. He dialed a number and the recipient picked up right away.

Isaac spoke into the phone to someone, “Now’s the time.” 

Isaac next looked directly at the camera and said to his wife, “Isis, my love, you’re going to get a knock on your door. I suggest you put a robe on and answer it.” He started slowly and gently yet fully thrusting into and out of Naomi while they both were staring at the camera from a side angle. Naomi’s brown nipples pointed downward towards the bed.

Isis was shocked beyond description many times this evening, but she was now thunderstruck to an even shockingly deeper level on this stroke.

Her mind was filled with thoughts like, “What the fuck? There’s more? Extra planning? Holy fuck, what’s happening?” In a fleeting thought, she was also amazed that he hadn’t let the cat out of the bag earlier.

Isaac paused fucking Naomi and spoke again, just now letting his wife totally and completely in on the scheme. He told her, “Kayla and Paul are married, but not to each other. Kayla is married to Jason and Paul is married to Silvia. You’ll meet them soon. I suggest that you put on a hotel robe now.”

Isis would normally be skeptical and cautious, but she trusted her husband, and was so sexed up that she could barely think. She knew that this level of kink and planning for sex was totally up Isaac’s alley, and things were looking pretty fucking good this evening so far.

In a haze, Isis blindly did as her husband asked without question. She threw on a hotel robe.

Not five seconds later, there was a loud knock on her hotel door. Isaac, still with the phone while penetrating Naomi in slow tempo, said, “You’re going to want to answer this. Go ahead.”

Naomi cried out, “Do it, sweet Isis! Make this happen!”

Isis groped her way to the door, fumbled tremendously with the locks, and opened the door a crack. Two smiling, beautiful people waited outside. They held champagne bottles and duffle bags while the man also managed a live call on his phone.

The woman, in a practiced voice, she said, “Hello Isis, I’m Silvia and this is Jason. It's our understanding that you might be expecting us. May we come in?”

Jason was ruggedly hot, mixed race, trim and fit. Silvia had flawless alabaster skin and jet black, straight hair. Her eyes were a piercing green. She had many piercings, but all were tasteful. She was sexy as fuck.

Silvia said, again in a practiced voice, “I understand you already met my husband Paul and have seen more of him than most people have. You can have more, if you want. The choice is yours.”

Jason spoke for the first time, more casually, saying, “This could be a banging night for all of us. Don’t worry, the camera’s recording everything. It’s safe. We’ll treat you like the queen you are. Trust your husband. Trust Isaac.”

Isis was dumbstruck and at a crossroads. Should she allow these two strangers into her room, for sex, obviously?

This was so far out of her comfort zone. She looked back at her iPad’s screen. Both Naomi and Kayla were sucking on Isaac’s cock while he was looking straight at her through the camera, smiling and nodding triumphantly.

Through the iPad’s speaker, Isaac said to her reassuringly, “It’s okay if you say no. We all NEED this to be consensual. Jason and Sylvia will leave without question and just have each other tonight if you give the word.”

Sylvia and Jason took a step back to give her space, smiling warmly at her. Isis got the overwhelming sensation that they were not a threat, and this was for real.

She gathered herself to think. This was hot group sex. Maybe a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the fact that there were two fuck theaters linked with cameras and screens was insane.

Throwing caution to the wind and finding the courage to plow forward from a deep place, she spoke from the bottom of her lust pit. Looking at Paul and Silvia, she wantonly opened her robe to show them her naked body, and hissed, the words seeming to come from beyond, “Yes. Come in. Let’s fuck and let the others watch us do it.”

Jason and Silvia smiled broadly and entered the room as Isis stood aside and beckoned them in.

Want to hear about how these two sex theaters linked, sucked, and fucked? Stay tuned for the next chapter….