Emma stared at the ringing phone in horror, her body still twitching from the marathon of orgasms. Thick cum leaked heavily from her swollen pussy onto the hotel sheets as Mark’s video call demanded her attention. Her thighs were sticky, her skin flushed, and her holes felt raw after hours of relentless use.
“Answer it,” Jax ordered, his voice cold and commanding. “On speaker. And don’t you dare hang up. I want to hear every word.”
She accepted the call with trembling fingers, angling the camera carefully to show only her face and shoulders. Mark appeared on the screen, looking equal parts worried and angry, his brow furrowed in that familiar way that used to make her feel safe.
“Emma, what the hell? You’re at a hotel? I tracked your location why are you there? Are you okay? I’ve been calling and texting all morning.”
Before she could even form a proper response, Marcus shoved his thick cock back into her mouth from the side, just out of frame. At the same moment, Jax positioned himself behind her and pushed his massive dick straight into her cum-drenched ass in one brutal, smooth thrust. The sudden stretch made her eyes roll back.
“Mmmmmmmm–I’m fine, honey,” Emma moaned around Marcus’s cock, trying desperately to keep her voice steady. The words came out muffled and breathy. “I just… needed some space. The house felt too empty without you.”
Jax started fucking her ass with slow, deep strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her soaked pussy with every thrust. Marcus fucked her throat in perfect rhythm, making her gag quietly around his girth. The wet, obscene sounds were barely hidden.
Mark’s voice grew tense on the other end. “Space? From me? Baby, talk to me. This isn’t like you at all. You’ve been acting so strange lately. Did I do something wrong?”
Tears of overwhelming pleasure and crushing guilt streamed down Emma’s flushed face. Jax reached around and rubbed her swollen clit hard while pounding her asshole deeper. The pressure inside her built insanely fast. Every thrust sent jolts of filthy pleasure through her body, the hotel bed creaking under them.
“I just… needed to clear my head,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the orgasm rushed toward her like a freight train. “I love you, Mark. I’ll come home tomorrow, I promise. Just… give me a little time.”
Jax leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, “Tell him you’re thinking about him while you cum, you cheating little slut.”
Emma came violently on Jax’s thick cock, her ass clenching and spasming hard around him as she squirted messily onto the already ruined sheets. Her whole body shook. She barely managed to turn the loud moan into a coughing fit. Marcus pulled out at the perfect moment and painted her tongue with fresh, salty cum just as she forced out the words, “I love you so much,” her voice hoarse and trembling. She quickly ended the call before she could moan again.
The second the call disconnected, both men burst out laughing darkly.
“Fuck, she’s actually good at this,” Marcus said, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
Jax kept slowly grinding inside her ass. “Our perfect married whore. Now let’s keep breaking her.”
They spent the next full hour destroying her again switching holes, making her ride them, choking her lightly while they took turns filling her up. By the time they were done, Emma was an absolute wreck: voice nearly gone, body covered in marks, and leaking from both holes.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the heavy hotel curtains. Emma woke up sore everywhere, her body aching in the best and worst ways. Jax was already up, holding something shiny in his hand.
“Today is training day, slut,” he said with a wicked grin, holding up a large, heavy stainless steel butt plug. It was thick, intimidating, with a shiny jeweled base that would sparkle whenever she moved. “This stays in your ass all day. No matter what you’re doing. No removing it. And you’re going to send us proof every few hours.”
Emma whimpered as they bent her over the edge of the bed. Jax took his time working the huge plug into her well-fucked asshole. He used plenty of the leftover cum from last night as lube, twisting and pushing until the widest part stretched her open painfully wide. Finally it popped in with a wet sound, the heavy base nestling snugly between her cheeks. It felt massive. Every tiny movement sent deep, full pressure through her body, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
They made her get dressed in a simple sundress with no panties. “Send proof,” Marcus reminded her, slapping her plugged ass as she left the hotel.
Emma spent the entire day as a plugged, cheating mess, constantly aware of the heavy steel toy stretching her.
First came grocery shopping. Walking through the aisles, every step made the plug shift and press inside her. Her pussy was dripping constantly, leaving her inner thighs slick. At one point she dropped a box of pasta on purpose just so she could bend over slowly in the aisle. The pressure against her g-spot from the plug nearly made her knees buckle. In the checkout line, she had to bite her lip hard when she bent down to grab her reusable bags. The cashier, a young woman, gave her a strange, lingering look as Emma’s face turned bright red and she let out a tiny, involuntary whimper.
By the time she got to the gym for her usual light yoga session, she was already a desperate, soaked wreck. The tight leggings clung to her dripping pussy as she moved through the poses. Downward dog was pure torture the plug pushed even deeper, making her ass clench around it rhythmically. She had to excuse herself to the locker room twice.
There, she locked herself in a stall, pulled her leggings down, and bent over, spreading her cheeks toward her phone camera. The shiny jewel sparkled under the fluorescent lights.
“It feels so fucking good, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly into the video. “My ass is so full. I’m thinking about your cocks while I’m here surrounded by all these normal people.” She sent it to both Jax and Marcus, along with another one where she gently fucked herself with the plug, moaning their names quietly.
Her phone buzzed with replies almost immediately.
**Jax:** Good girl. Keep that married ass plugged. We’re coming over tonight.
**Marcus:** Send one more with your pussy dripping. Now.
She obeyed, filming herself touching her soaked folds while the plug stayed firmly lodged in her ass.
By evening, Emma was shaking with need. Her mind was foggy, her body on edge the entire day. She kept imagining what they would do to her when they arrived.
Mark had texted earlier saying he was working late on a big project, so when Jax and Marcus showed up at the house just after 8 PM, they didn’t hesitate.
“Living room. On all fours, right now,” Jax commanded the second the door closed.
Emma obeyed instantly, dropping to her hands and knees on the soft carpet, still wearing her sundress hiked up around her waist. They made her keep the heavy plug in at first while they took turns fucking her throat. Marcus went first, gripping her hair and sliding his thick cock deep until her nose pressed against his abs. She gagged and drooled messily while Jax played with the base of the plug, twisting it slowly inside her.
Then Jax slowly pulled the massive steel toy out, leaving her asshole gaping and twitching, already shiny with lube and her own juices.
“Tonight it’s anal only,” he growled. “No pussy at all. We’re going to train this married ass until it’s completely ruined for your husband.”
Marcus went first. He slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her ass with almost no extra lube except what was already there from the plug and her own arousal. The stretch was intense. He fucked her hard and fast, spanking her ass bright red while making her say the most degrading things.
“Tell us how much better we are than your husband,” Marcus demanded, pounding her guts mercilessly, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy.
“My husband’s dick is pathetic,” Emma moaned loudly, pushing back onto his cock like a bitch in heat. “He could never fuck my ass like this. I’m your anal whore now not his wife anymore!”
Jax took over next, destroying her asshole even harder. He pulled her hair like reins and railed her with deep, powerful strokes that made her whole body jolt forward. “Louder. Tell us you’d rather have our cocks than your husband’s love.”
“I’d rather have your cocks! I don’t want Mark anymore I just want to be fucked like a dirty slut every single day!” she cried out, completely broken and lost in the pleasure. Her voice echoed through the living room.
They took turns for over an hour, eventually moving into double anal training. Both massive cocks stretched her ruined hole obscenely wide at the same time while she screamed and drooled onto the carpet. The pain and pleasure mixed until she couldn’t tell them apart. They made her cum twice from anal alone, something she’d never experienced before.
By the end, her ass was gaping wide open, bright red, and leaking their thick cum in heavy streams down her thighs. They finished by covering her back and ass cheeks with fresh, hot loads, marking her completely.
Emma was panting, destroyed, and happier than she’d been in years when they suddenly froze.
The front door opened.
Mark’s voice rang cheerfully through the house. “Emma? I’m home early, babe. Surprise! I finished the project faster than I thought.”
Jax and Marcus stayed perfectly still, their cum still dripping from Emma’s destroyed asshole, while her husband’s footsteps approached the living room.