Chapter 6
Jack
The fact that the video I watched was recorded in my own bedroom did not escape me. The bitch had the gall to fuck other men in my bed. “Would you like it if I move my things from my room up here to your suite?” I asked Jazz.
“Oh Jack, I would love that. In fact, you could even move into my Mansion in Seattle when we get home,” she offered with a beaming smile.
I sent the video feed to my laptop. While Jazz called room service, I made a one minute video that I sent to my phone.
A quick snippet of Tabby fucking the black guys on the bed plus the one where she is clearly fucking her friends husband.
I sent the video clip to Tabby’s cell phone. “FUCK YOU,” I added.
Tabby
It was a couple of minutes past 3pm when I was alerted that I had a text coming in. When I saw that it was a video text from Jack, I opened it immediately right at my desk at work.
My life as I know it ended when as I watched the one minute video. As a white skinned redhead, I doubt that anyone notice that I turned white as a ghost.
The very quick video had video of me fucking the three black men in our bedroom. The video clearly showed it was me when Andrew removed my mask before he fucked me. How did Jack get this video?
“Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd,” I cried out as I watched the video again. It was during the second time that I saw the message he sent. “Fuck You.”
Fuck! What does this mean? Have I ruined my marriage? Is my marriage over? I quickly try to call Jack. It will be Just past 6pm in Boston. My heart sinks to my feet when I find that he has blocked my phone.
I try the land line and that is blocked too. Next, I call the hotel where Jack is staying and am politely told that he has checked out of his room. Oh fuck! What does that mean. He can’t come home any earlier that late Friday night due to his obligations. What is he up to?
Jack
While Jazz and I are eating our prime rib dinner that we ordered from the 5 star restaurant below as room service, Jasmine told me her last name. I am instantly blow away by who she is.
I knew that her face seemed familiar to me. And now her first name suddenly becomes one I had heard of before. She is the daughter of that famous Hotel billionaire.
“Wow, I thought that you seemed familiar,” I gasped. “Yeah, well, the paparazzi don’t usually take photos of anything other than sensationalized shots like beaver shots when I’m climbing out of my limo or in dance clubs when guys are hanging all over me,” she answered.
“Yeah, I’ve seen some of those shots. But most of that was when you were younger,” I pointed out. “But now you are mostly reported about big business deals and charities that you are involved in,” I added.
“I’m glad that you know all of that. I have done my very best to change that narrative. Now that I am thirty two , I am trying my best to act my age,” Jazz told me. “I would add that you are even more beautiful now,” I flirted a bit.
We waited till the porter came and removed the food cart for the suite before we got naked. This time, Jazz told me to lay in the middle of the bed and let her do all the work.
Jazz started by crawling on top and nearly kissing the life out of me. Then she moved down to suck and nibble on my nipples. My dick is hard as stone by the time she sucks it into her mouth. “Oh my Gawd that’s good,” I moan deep in my throat.
Jazz spends a good ten minutes edging me near climax and then squeezing my cock to make it go away. “Please Fuck me…Fuck me now,” I mutter timidly.
Once again she squeezes off my need to cum. “Now I have you all warmed up,” she purred as she scooted up to mount my throbbing pecker. “Ooooooh My Gawd Yesssssssss,” I moan loudly as her steamy hot snapper glides down my cock till I am buried to the root.
Jazz has her hands planted on my chest as she rides me like a cowgirl. I have both hands filled with her lovely tits and I’m mauling on them greedily. Because Jazz had brought me to the edge so many times, I lasted a good five minutes before I felt my balls swelling for release.
The way her thighs were quivering against my sides, I knew that she was right on the edge too. I grasped both nipples and twisted on them.
“Ooooooooh My Gaaawwwd, Jazz cried out as her body started jerking violently on top of me. Her pussy was clenching and releasing my cock frantically. I lifted my hips as my dick began spurting thick wads of cum deep into her vagina.
Jazz curled up next to me with her head on my chest while we rested afterward. “How would you feel about living with me permanently in my mansion when we return home?” she asked softly. “Fuck Yes,” I answer without hesitation.