Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I cover my mouth to stifle a gasp, watching what is essentially an orgy unfold before me. Even crazier, Ryder is at the center of it. My Ryder. Except, he isn’t my Ryder, is he? He’s making that clear tonight.
Soon he’s fucking the second woman in the ass just as deep and hard as the previous one, who has now joined the others in caressing his muscular, sweat-covered body. Meanwhile, he reaches forward and squeezes his partner’s huge tits, which sway wildly as he shoves his cock into her again and again. The woman reaches down to her pussy and plays with her clit as Ryder slams into her ass, and then her eyes roll back, showing the whites, as she comes. A moan of delight rips from her throat as her pussy contracts, squirting all over Ryder’s washboard abs.
Jealousy consumes me, even as my cunt slickens from watching the debauched scene before me. Who are these women? Why does he want them, anyways? They’re beautiful, sure, but they’re just like me: curvy, voluptuous, with some extra junk in the trunk. Why come here, when he can have me at home?
Even more, why is Ryder only having anal sex? Sure enough, after the second woman comes, Ryder pulls out of her ass, leaving her anus gaping. But he’s still rock-hard and throbbing, and he gestures to the other two women who haven’t been taken yet. The fuck? Is he serious? How many women does he need? Again, I’m consumed with jealousy. I long to storm out of this place, but I simply can’t bring myself to leave because this whole thing is about to reach a climax.
The final two women giggle while climbing onto the cushion, positioning themselves so that they lie on top of each other face to face, kissing with their huge tits are pressed together. Conveniently, both of their assholes are open and waiting in Ryder’s direction, and he doesn’t hesitate. My handsome host starts fucking the ass on top first, while he squeezes the big buttocks of the woman on the bottom. Again, he’s going nowhere near their pussies. Why?
Meanwhile, the woman on top moans louder and louder as she’s fucked in the butt, the woman on the bottom licking and sucking at her huge tits. After a few minutes, the top girl lets out an ecstatic scream as her pussy gushes with satisfaction, and as soon as she’s done coming, Ryder pulls his thick, long cock out of her ass, and pushes it into the ass of the woman on the bottom.
He fucks the new woman vigorously, a muffled grunt escaping his lips. He’s going to come. He rides her ass deeper and deeper until I see his balls hit the cushion below the woman. Then, those balls contract and pump as he groans low and hard, finally unleashing his load inside the woman’s clenching asshole. This woman, meanwhile, also cries out with pleasure, her beautiful features a rictus of ecstasy.
“Mmm!” she moans. “Oh oh oh!”
I stay rooted in place, my breathing shallow with lust and shock, unable to think at the moment. All I can do is watch, and as I stand there like a statue, Ryder pulls himself out of the woman as his semen drips out of her ass. He rights himself as one of the nude girls starts gently toweling off that bronzed body. But Ryder puts up one large hand, politely declining the service, and suddenly, I know it’s time to go because the show’s over. My handsome host no longer in a lust-crazed reverie, and it's just a matter of time before he sees me.
Quickly, I turn on my heel and practically run out of the place. Fortunately, the bouncers merely shrug at my departing form, and soon, I’m outside of the hotel. Once I’m a few blocks away, I duck into a side alley and order an Uber, which arrives within minutes to whisk me home.
But even back in the calm, cool confines of the house, I’m still filled with nervous energy. What was that? Why did Ryder choose to have anal sex with multiple partners? And most of all, why not me?
I pace the floor of the living room, trying to calm my thoughts. I want Ryder to come home so I can confront him with these burning questions. Of course, I’ll have to admit that I basically spied on him and violated his privacy, but at this point, I don’t really care because I want him to tell me that it was just a one-off event, and that this isn’t where he’s been going every evening. But Ryder doesn’t appear for hours, and I’m left to stew in my own misery.
Slowly, fatigue overcomes my frame. I lower myself gently onto the sofa in the living room, feeling idiotic for following Ryder into a sex club when I’m pregnant. Of course, I didn’t feel unsafe or anything, but all the same, who does this when they’re expecting?