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Shannon had always been the picture of suburban poise—blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, blue eyes that sparkled with quiet confidence, a body kept toned by morning runs and yoga. Tonight, though, that polish was about to shatter. The hotel suite smelled of expensive cologne and anticipation. Marcus and Jamal stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, two tall, powerfully built Black men whose dark skin gleamed under the low lights. Shannon’s husband had arranged everything; she had only to show up. Her pulse thundered as she slipped out of her dress, revealing the black lace lingerie he had chosen. Marcus stepped forward first. His hands were large and warm as they cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened against the thin fabric. “Damn, you’re even prettier up close,” he murmured, voice deep and rough. Jamal moved behind her, pressing the thick ridge of his cock against the small of her back while his fingers trailed down her stomach and under the waistband of her panties. She gasped when Jamal’s fingers found her already slick. He stroked her slowly, circling her clit while Marcus peeled the cups of her bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. The dual sensation made her knees weaken. She reached back, gripping Jamal’s thick thigh, then forward to palm the heavy bulge in Marcus’s jeans. Clothes vanished quickly. Shannon dropped to her knees on the thick carpet, taking Marcus into her mouth first. He was thick, stretching her lips, the taste of clean skin and salt flooding her tongue. Jamal stroked himself beside them, watching with dark, hungry eyes as she bobbed and swirled. When she turned to him, he was even thicker, the head already leaking. She took him deep, gagging softly, while Marcus threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her pace. They lifted her onto the bed. Marcus settled between her thighs and pushed into her in one long, steady thrust. Shannon cried out, the stretch intense, her walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. Jamal knelt beside her head, feeding his cock back into her mouth so she was filled at both ends. Every time Marcus drove forward, she was pushed onto Jamal; every time she sucked harder, her hips rolled to meet Marcus’s strokes. Sweat sheened her pale skin against their darker bodies. Marcus flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind, deeper now, one hand gripping her hip while the other reached around to rub her clit. Jamal lay beneath her so she could ride his face, tongue lapping greedily while Marcus pounded her. The dual assault pushed her over the edge hard—she came with a choked moan, thighs trembling, juices coating Jamal’s chin. They switched again. Jamal entered her this time, slower but relentless, while Marcus offered his cock for her to suck clean of her own arousal. The room filled with wet sounds, low groans, and Shannon’s rising cries. When Jamal’s rhythm faltered, Marcus took over once more, fucking her through a second orgasm until both men were close. They finished on her—hot ropes of cum striping her breasts, stomach, and open mouth. Shannon licked her lips, tasting them both, body boneless and glowing. Later, as she lay between them catching her breath, Shannon smiled to herself. Her husband would hear every detail. And she already knew she would want this again.