“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Robertson, right? We’ve been waiting for you!”
Tatyana smiled awkwardly at the all-too-chipper clerk, who was clutching her clipboard like it was a lifeline. “Um, yeah, that’s us. Sorry, I know we’re late…” she replied, gesturing to her husband who was, as ever, a few steps behind with his eyes glued to his phone. “Sean? Sweetie? Come on,” she said, gently tugging at the fabric of her husband’s sleeve. He grunted in acknowledgment and followed his wife and the hotel clerk, eyes never leaving his phone.
“Now, we know you have to head the keynote right now, but we just wanted to assure you that your room is set up exactly as you had asked,” the clerk bubbled to Tatyana and Sean, her ear-to-ear grin never faltering the entire time. Taty looked away and smiled rigidly, thinking about the two twin beds she had asked for, to replace the single king that was usually in the rooms.
A pair of bellhops appeared alongside the trio, as if from nowhere, and deftly took Taty and Sean’s luggage, piling it on to their rolling luggage rack. “We’ll take your bags to your room,” chirped the lady expertly walking backwards in front of them, “and if you just continue to follow me, I’ll take you to your seats for the keynote.” Both Taty and Sean internally remarked on how seamless this process was, despite how awkward they anticipated it being. But before they could think too much about how strange that was, they were seated in the center row of an auditorium, and there was a large empty space in front of them, as if for a platform that hadn’t yet been placed.
Taty tugged nervously at her dress’s hemline and leaned over to whisper to Sean. “I didn’t realize there even was a keynote,” she said. Sean didn’t answer. She looked over at him to find him scrolling through his Instagram feed, liking pictures of models and other women. Taty pressed her lips together angrily and sat up straight, clearing her throat to herself as the last few attendees filed in, the lights turned off, and music swelled from the stage, announcing the keynote speaker.
A tall man, slender in frame but well-built underneath his slim-fitting suit, walked out on to the stage, surrounded by bright lights and the thunderous roar of a cheering audience. His dark skin and hair highlighted his glittering eyes and bright smile, face alight with genuine joy as he waved to the crowd.
“Hello, everybody!” he shouted into a microphone. The crowd erupted once more into cheers. Taty found herself swept up a bit in the energy of it all, and even Sean decided to tuck his phone away into his pocket after looking up several times at all of the applause.
“Hello, everybody,” the man repeated, emphasizing each syllable. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Marcus, and I will be your host this weekend.” More cheers, more applause. “Now, I know we’re all excited to get to what we all came here to do,” he said mischievously, winking as the audience vibrated with laughter. “But,” he continued, “as always, we have to start this weekend with our yearly tradition.”
The crowd was unusually silent in response, but Taty thought she could feel the temperature go up a few degrees. Sean shifted slightly in his seat.
“Can we get a volunteer for our… opening event?” Marcus asked, his tone on the final two words drenched in innuendo. And, as he said them, small sparklers all along the aisles exploded in tiny fireworks. Or, so they seemed. Bright, harmless lights flashed along people’s waists and ankles, and a cool, odorless white smoke floated up around them. If one was paying close attention, they might notice a sudden shortness to their breath, a familiar pleasant discomfort in their underwear. They might notice their neighbors hands creeping over their partners’ thighs, breaths starting to mingle together. But nobody noticed, not even Taty or Sean, because they were all swept up in it, the heady, dizzying mood, along with everybody else.
In fact, Taty didn’t even notice her hand raise in response to Marcus’s question. She didn’t register the fact that her hand was now high above her head, never considering the fact she didn’t know what she was even volunteering for.
Marcus’s eyebrow raised when he saw Taty. “Can we get a spotlight on what looks like a newcomer, here?” he said into the microphone, looking beyond Taty at some backstage crew. A purple spotlight pierced the darkness surrounding the crowd and shone around Tatyana. When she instinctively raised her eyes to look up, Taty could have sworn she saw a small nozzle spraying something down on her. Maybe… glitter? Taty shrugged the thought aside as she averted her eyes from the spotlight above her, too distracted by her embarrassment at being the center of attention to notice the growing wetness in her panties, the hardening of her nipples.
“Who are you, who are you here with, and what are you here for?” Marcus boomed into the mic, smiling congenially at Taty.
Someone suddenly appeared by Taty’s side with a microphone, and she grabbed it hesitantly and held it up to her lips. “I-I-I’m—“ she began, her throat dry. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m Tatyana, or ‘Taty,’ and I’m here with my husband, Sean. We’re here to fix our marriage.”
Marcus laughed, but it was almost kind, like he genuinely sympathized with Taty. “We get a lot of those couples here,” he said, and a small ripple of giggles waved through the crowd. “I think we’ve got just the thing for you. Alex, Carrie, mind showing Taty and Sean the ropes?” As Marcus said the other three names, three purple spotlights appeared above them, the same glittery substance gently drifting down into their hair, circling about in their heavy breaths.
Taty nervously lowered her hand as Marcus talked, unsure of what was happening. She saw two spotlights turn on a few meters away, but was too blinded by her own spotlight to notice the one appear over Sean sitting right next to her. Just as Taty was going to turn to Sean to ask him what he thought was going on, someone gently grabbed her hand and pulled her to standing.
“Hi, I’m Carrie,” said the woman, a pale woman with bright red hair and an innocent grin. Taty smiled at her, and felt an overwhelming urge to grab Carrie’s face and kiss her. Before she could register how odd the thought was—Taty had never thought about sex with a woman before—Carrie had her hands tangled in Taty’s hair and was gently sliding her tongue into Taty’s mouth. The crowd cheered, but Taty didn’t register it. She was too busy slinking her arms around Carrie’s waist, resting her hands gently on top of Carrie’s ass. Taty leaned into Carrie’s kiss, pressing her tongue into Carrie’s mouth with fervor.
Suddenly, Carrie was pulling away and a large, muscular frame took her place. “Alex,” came a deep voice. Taty was still reeling from her kiss with Carrie when Alex cupped her jaw and leaned down to kiss her. While her kiss with Carrie was insistent and passionate, Alex kissed her almost lovingly, using his other hand to press into the small of Taty’s back. Taty’s lips parted in a moan, which escaped into Alex’s heavy breaths along her jawline.
Sean, meanwhile, stared in stunned silence as he watched his wife begin to get ravaged, in public, by strangers. He was furious… Wasn’t he? His head was pounding, but his cock was also throbbing in his pants, which felt far too tight. He was seeing red, and wanted to just grab that slut Taty by the throat and tear her clothes off with his teeth and show her who’s—wait, he was furious… wasn’t he?
While Sean struggled to decide whether to take his clothes off or storm out, Carrie and Alex had undressed Taty completely. They led her out to the platform, on which grounds attendants had surreptitiously placed a large mattress with dark red silk sheets while everyone’s attention was captivated by Carrie and Alex’s introductions to Tatyana.
The purple spotlights followed the trio, two of them clothed and one of them nude, to the mattress on stage. Under the spotlights, the sheets looked black, but everyone’s bodies were fully illuminated.
Carrie and Alex undressed eagerly, throwing their clothes any which way. The whole time, they gazed hungrily at each other and Taty, who lay on her back on the bed, her chest heaving and her hips gyrating. Alex joined Taty on the bed and positioned himself underneath her. She immediately reached back for his ready cock, using some of her juices that had already dripped on to him to guide him into her pussy. Taty moaned loudly and freely as the first man besides Sean to fuck her began to pump himself into her tight, soaking cunt. He gripped Taty’s hips for support, and Sean watched helplessly as Alex made his wife beg for divine intervention.
Sean didn’t even know his wife liked to be on on top. Every time he tried to get her on top she was so awkward, and lube got everywhere. It was so much effort for something so boring. But here, now, in front of all these people, Taty was wet enough to bounce her pussy on top of another man’s cock, no lube necessary. In fact, she was more than wet enough—Alex’s balls shone under the spotlight, slick with Taty’s wetness.
Before Sean could even think to get involved, to push this stranger off his wife and, and… and tell her she can’t just fucking do that, Taty’s cries of ecstasy were silenced. Carrie had positioned herself at the top of the bed and lowered her ass by Taty and Alex’s heads. Alex tilted his head back, eagerly licking his wife’s cunt. He loved the way Carrie tasted, especially when she was extra wet from watching him fuck a stranger. Carrie writhed over him, spreading her wetness all over his lips, chin, and cheeks.
As Alex licked her pussy the way only her husband could, Carrie moaned into the echoing space of the crowded room as she pressed her cunt into Alex’s face and her asshole into Taty’s face. Though it was a completely new experience for her, Taty readily and willingly tongued Carrie’s asshole. Taty’s moaning had quieted, but her pussy became even wetter as she serviced Carrie, and Alex began to fuck her even faster.
Taty felt almost drunk with pleasure. Alex squeezed and twisted Taty’s sensitive nipples as he hungrily lapped at Carrie’s pussy. Taty’s drool, flowing freely as she licked at Carrie’s tight little asshole, dripped down to mix with Carrie’s fluids, covering Alex’s chin and neck.
When Taty thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she suddenly felt a cool wetness on her asshole. “Is this okay with you?” a voice asked in Taty’s ear. She thought she might have recognized it as Marcus’s. And, she was shocked by the eagerness of her response: “Yes, please! Fuck me, please fuck me, please!” She begged between breaths. At her insistence, the presence she felt by her ear vanished, and Taty felt a finger press eagerly into her asshole.
Taty’s eyes rolled back and she arched her back, spreading her cheeks wide and her asshole upwards. Alex slowed his pace, temporarily focusing more on pleasing his wife and playing with Taty’s hard, protruding nipples. Marcus fingered Taty’s asshole a couple more times, then squeezed a large dollop of lube into his palm. He covered his large, stiff cock in lube, then rubbed the remainder on and inside of Taty’s asshole. He carefully straddled her, then slowly pressed the tip of his cock to her bum. Taty instinctively pushed backwards, inviting Marcus inside of her tight little hole. As he pushed into her, Alex moaned into Carrie’s cunt, feeling Marcus’s fullness put pressure on his own cock, still sliding in and out of Taty’s pussy. Taty’s eyes fluttered and her tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth as she was overwhelmed with the sensation of having both of her holes filled.
Suddenly, her tongue was pushed back into her mouth as an erect cock pushed its head into her mouth. Taty looked up at Sean, who had his head tilted almost inquisitively. He seemed to have nudged Carrie, who had resumed grinding her hips on her husband’s face, to the side. Taty smiled drunkenly and nodded up a t Sean. Before she could even stop nodding, Sean twisted his hands into her hair and began fucking her face. Taty moaned and gagged loudly, drooling and slobbering all over her husband’s cock. For the first time in years she felt hungry for him, turned on by him. As Marcus filled her asshole and Alex continued to drive into her pussy, Taty loosened her throat and surrendered herself to the ecstasy of being completely used by three different men in front of a large crowd.
Taty came first. She dug her nails into Alex’s chest beneath her, and cried loudly, stifled by Sean’s cock still ramming into her mouth. Alex gasped loudly, caught off guard by how tight Taty suddenly became and the pleasure he felt from the pain of Taty’s nails. He groaned into Carrie’s pussy, which had only gotten wetter since she began fucking his face. Marcus grunted as well, slapping Taty’s ass firmly several times as he continued to pound her tight asshole through his own orgasm.
Alex gripped Taty’s hips and pulled her down on to him, moaning loudly as he unloaded hot, thick cum into her dripping cunt. Marcus pulled out of Taty as Alex pulled her down and jerked off over her, shooting ropes and ropes of cum all over Taty’s ass and back. Taty writhed in pleasure as Marcus and Alex came in and on her, groaning hungrily with Sean’s cock in her mouth.
At the sight of his wife being turned into such a whore in public and the animal-like ecstasy on the faces around him, Sean gripped his wife’s hair and fucked her face roughly, feeling himself getting closer and closer to orgasm as his wife’s eyes shut and she moaned loudly on his thick, wet cock. He pulled out at the last second, shooting his cum all over Taty’s face. He couldn’t help but let out a few grunts as he watched his cum drape over Taty’s cheeks, lips, and chin.
The crowd burst into cheers and applause—many of them in various states of undress already—at the impeccable finish by apparent newcomers to the retreat. Marcus, Alex, and Carrie helped Taty and Sean get up and clean off. Taty grinned at Marcus, still light-headed, and said, “You know, Marcus, when I signed us up for a couple’s therapy retreat, this is not what I expected.” Marcus laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know that I’d call this place therapy, but if you prefer to see it that way, I’m glad!” Taty raised a brow inquisitively but let it go. After what she just went through, it was difficult to think straight.
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“Bethany?”
“Yes?” replied the almost-comically upbeat hotel clerk.
“This is Sandra, and this is Terrence.” The slightly older woman, perhaps in her mid to late 30s, gestured to a couple standing on the other side of the desk. “They’re here for the annual… retreat Jewel Lake hosts every year. But Clark, here,” she said, tapping the shoulder of the man sitting on her side of the desk, “is telling me they’ve already been checked in by you?”
“I… I don’t recognize them, Miss Liza. I’m sorry.”
The older woman leaned down so that her lips were by Clark’s ears. “Clark, can you double check any parties of two with the last name ‘Robertson’ at any of the other events we’re hosting this weekend?” Clark nodded and began typing. After a few silent moments, he whispered to the woman, “It looks like a Sean and Tatyana Robertson from the… Oh, geez… The couple’s therapy retreat got brought into the sex retreat instead… Oh no, this is not good…”
The woman stood up and raised and eyebrow. “Bethany?” she called again. The clerk sped to her side. “Yes, Miss Liza?”
She trailed a finger along Clark’s neck, and another down Bethany’s forearm. “Please work with Clark here to make sure the Robertson’s make it to their, ah, correct reservation. I trust they’ll go to the right place.” She winked at Bethany and squeezed Clark’s shoulder gently, and the two employees smiled with understanding.
“Come with me, please,” Bethany piped up, smiling eagerly as she led the couple away.
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