Marisol fidgeted with her hands, fighting the urge to bail out of the whole thing. "Do we really have to do this?" she asked, her voice shaking with uncertainty. Her husband, Marcus, had been begging her to indulge in his cuckolding fantasies for weeks, and she had finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.
Marcus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You'll love it, baby. Trust me," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Although at first resistant, Marisol knew that her reluctance was slowly being replaced by a growing curiosity as Marcus described in graphic detail how much he wanted to see her with another man.
Marisol's heart raced as they arrived at the upscale hotel room. They were greeted by the man they had chosen, a tall, muscular, and handsome stranger with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Gabriel was his name.
Once inside, Gabriel wasted no time in taking charge, his eyes locking with Marisol's. "I heard you are one hot piece of ass," he said with a smirk, as he began to undress, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his white tee.