The wait seemed like forever, but the night of our first meeting finally came. You and Jon arrived first.

Each of you takes turns glancing at the time every few minutes and wondering if I’ll really show up. The anticipation you both felt when you left the house for our planned first meeting is slowly turning into doubt and disappointment.

Then, I walk into the restaurant, a bit disheveled and more than nervous myself. The maitre d’ escorts me to your table. You look up from your drink and are the first to see me.

Our eyes lock on contact and we exchange smiles. As beautiful as the pictures you posted were, they pale in comparison to the way you look as we greet each other with a kiss and hug. Jon stands to welcome me but my own eyes are still focused on you. I apologize for my lateness with an I-told-you-so about my poor sense of direction as he invites me to join you.

The two of us are seated and with your husband sitting between us. We are dressed in our sexy best and, of course, as arranged, neither of us is wearing any panties.

Jon orders a drink for me and the first few minutes are spent on polite small talk -- the traffic, our jobs, the weather, that sort of thing. I’m talking to the both of you but you can’t help but notice that my eyes remain fixed on you.

It takes surprisingly little time for all three of us to feel comfortable and at ease with one another. Laughter replaces the periods of awkward silence that marked those first few minutes.

Soon, we are both flirting with Jon but we're flirting with one another even more. Some of the other patrons are staring... but it's only because they're envious... and it's a real turn on. Others are pretending to not look but we catch their secret peeks. And all are dying to see what will happen next.

At one point, you and I lean across your husband and join hands, then kiss one another softly.

Mmmmmm.

Jon says something funny and we both giggle. The he puts an arm around each of us and squeezes us to him.

Almost at the same time, you and I lower a hand beneath the table and begin gently rubbing Jon's thigh. He is embarrassed at first, his face turns a bit red, but then other reactions quickly take over and he‘s feeling kind of special. Pretty soon, there more hands are under the table than on top of it.

The music plays at one point and I urge the two of you to get up to dance. Neither of you wants to leave me alone at the table, especially Jon. He’s got a tremendous erection and, like a kid in high school, is trying desperately to hide it.

But I prevail.

The two of you dance. At one point, you break away from Jon, whose erection is only a bit less prominent by this time, and return to the table to get me.

Taking my hand, you lead me back to the dance floor where Jon puts an arm on the small of my back and presses me toward him. I could feel his cock pressed against me… and it felt good.

Back at the table moments later, dinner is served. You and I playfully take turns offering a fork to Jon’s mouth. As soon as he opens wide to accept it, we teasingly pull it away and tell him he must be a good boy if he expects any dessert.

The interplay continues, only now it’s you and me who are teasing one another. We take turns rolling and flicking our tongues and there’s no mistake about its significance. The other diners notice it too.

The three of us are soon immersed in “naughty” conversation. Jon removes a digital camera from his coat pocket, aims it at the two of us, and clicks. He does this a few more times, and pretty soon you and I find ourselves playfully posing, holding hands, hugging, kissing, that sort of thing. He makes a joke about later on and all three of us erupt into laughter.

The other diners were well aware of our naughty antics beneath the table but our hands are above the table now and in plain view... and it’s almost impossible for them to pretend they aren’t watching us.

You crack a joke about being stuck to the chair and we again erupt into laughter. The truth of it was, both you and I were indeed “stuck” to our seats.

There is a warmth beyond the effects of the drinks. We all feel it. And there is an undeniable wetness as well. This was just supposed to be a first, “meet-and-greet”, “get-to-know-one-another” meeting… but it’s already obvious that the evening will turn out to be much more than that.

Jon reserved a room for us. It came as no surprise. We all knew it would happen. It’s what we dreamed of since our first e-mails.

He sensed we wanted some private time together and, secure in his own masculinity, gave us the room for a while.

A combination of good wine and good conversation had done its work. The moment had come.

Now alone, you and I stood face to face. Our eyes locked on contact. Our hearts thrummed with anticipation. Our bodies shivered with a hot and cold delight neither of us had known before.

We held hands and exchanged wordless smiles. The nervousness we felt earlier had long since been replaced by an excited calm.

We drew nearer. You swept away an errant tendril from my face, then gently stroked my cheek. How soft your hand felt. How pricelessly soft. I caught it in my own and kissed it.

With a forefinger, I lightly traced the outline of your lips, pausing only to accept the kiss you planted on my fingertip. You closed your eyes and in that instant I cupped your face and kissed you.

Mmmmmmm. So nice.

My tongue swirled against yours. And the feeling was electric. You returned the kiss and embraced me. Our bodies pressed together as if one, and I felt the heat of your body as you felt the heat of mine.

You seemed to know what I wanted and turned around so I could unzip the back of your dress. It opened all the way down, just above the tan line of your butt cheeks. How sexy it was.

I slipped my hands inside the dress and encircled you for a moment. How warm your body was to my touch.

MMMmmmmmm.

Still, not a word passed between us.

I hooked my thumbs beneath the spaghetti straps of your silk chiffon and, one at a time, slid them off your shoulders. Your breasts, so wonderfully full, freed from their lycra cocoon, welcomed my caress. How beautiful they were. How perfect. And how perfect your nipples which stood at attention when I squeezed them playfully between my fingers.

With a tug, your dress tumbled to the carpet and, like a blossom, gathered in folds at your feet. You stepped out of it and, with a good-riddance kick that made us both laugh, sent it hurling into an unlit corner of the room.

Naked except for your heels, you gazed expectantly into my eyes. And I beheld your beauty. All of it.

It was as though it was my first time as well. A shudder raced down my spine. A wonderful warmth and wetness radiated from between my legs.

I spun around in slow motion, kind of like a pirouette. And soon felt the force of your fingers unfastening my dress. Like you, I’d worn no bra. And, like you, my nipples came erect at once and my breasts beckoned your touch.

Mmmmmm. How excited it made me.

The both of us nude, we were like kids at the moment of self-discovery. I cast a loving eye on your loveliness, touching you, exploring you, and memorizing your body. You allowed my hand to travel the length of your body and come to rest on the sweet curve of your buttocks.

Mmmmm. How soft it was.

I couldn’t resist the temptation to toyfully spank you. A few innocent pats and you giggled like a naughty school girl. And I grew more adventurous.

You seemed startled at first and gasped for air, but didn’t mind it when my finger slid along the valley between your cheeks.

Mmmmmm. How deliciously inviting it was.

I took your hand and placed it on the curve of my hip, I saw you smile and felt you relax. You caressed me all over and I loved it.

We stood there, lost in the breathless moment and at the same time, excited by it.

I suggested we bathe together and you nodded your approval. We even joked about those schoolgirl poses Jon took of you and wondered if we should call him to take some of the two of us. Not now, we decided. Now was just for us.

Moments later, I sat behind you in a sudsy tub of scented water, my legs on either side of yours. You fell back against me, pressed into my awaiting breasts, and I slipped my arms around you. My outstretched tongue painted wet brush strokes on your ear lobe and then the soft underside of your neck.

MMMmmmmm.

With slow, circling motions I passed the sponge over your magnificent breasts, gingerly flicking at your nipples with my fingertips. I lowered my hands and lingered on the flat plateau of your tummy, then leaned my cheek against yours and reached lower still.

You squirmed a bit but allowed me entrance. How soft, how wet, how delightfully responsive you were.

Mmmmmm.

Time seemed timeless. How gloriously erotic it was. How precious the feel of you.

I helped you out of the bath and patted you dry with a fluffy white terry. And then you did the same to me.

The hotel provided complimentary robes but we didn’t need them. We waited too long for this moment and would not be denied.

Naked, we exited the bathroom and, with arms around each other, crossed into the bedroom. I eased you onto the bed and lay you on your tummy. Your head rested on your folded arms as I retrieved the perfumed oils from the travel bag I brought.

I joined you on the bed and sat astride you. Dripping a portion of the oil on your back, I massaged it into your skin. How soft your body felt under my touch.

MMMmmm. How soft it was. How silky.

A few moments later I dismounted and focused my attention on the rest of your body. Your feet. Your legs. Your thighs. Your butt…. Especially your butt.

Mmmmmm.

Without waiting for my signal, you flipped over and offered yourself to me. Mmmmmm. Your whole body glistened with the oil… so slippery… so seductively slippery.

I began at your feet, kissing your toes with my tongue… then running my hands along the line of your legs… the tender inside of your thighs… and came to rest on that beautiful triangle. I pressed my face against it and drank you.

Mmmmmm. How delicious you tasted. How irresistibly delicious.

Your pulse quickened. So did my own. I knew I had to have you… and I knew you wanted it too.

You drew me to your breasts… those magnificent breasts, and I took as much of each as I could into my mouth… sometimes sucking on your nipples, sometimes biting them.

I felt the warmth of your hands, the command of your fingers, the wetness of your lips and tongue on me… all over me… touching me where I longed to be touched… caressing me … probing me into near oblivion… exploring me to the point of ecstasy...

Mmmmmmm… and I ached for more and more of you.

I arched myself into your body and felt you press against me. The feeling went beyond words. You welcomed and received me.

MMMmmmmm. How you welcomed and received me.

The hot magma of desire surged steadily to the surface. We both felt it. And we both wanted it.

Mmmmmmm. How we wanted it.

The pounding of our hearts beat as one and both were about to burst. We lost ourselves in one another, feeling nothing but the pent up feelings about to be realized.

The heat of our bodies seared the senses. Breasts against breasts. Nipples against nipples. Thighs against thighs. Clit against clit. Rubbing and rubbing. Writhing and writhing, Faster and faster. Hotter and hotter.

The eruption of pleasure could be sluiced no longer. It spewed forth like a volcano and we collapsed into a heavenly exhaustion.

But we knew this night of exploration had just begun. Jon had been patient long enough… and now it was time to welcome him properly.

All sense of inhibition vanished. We lay alone and loved each other. Like a couple on its honeymoon, we frolicked on the bed for another hour or so.

We didn’t know it, of course, but Jon had already come back to the room. He stepped into the shower to refresh himself, then wrapped one of the complimentary terry robes about him.

He stood silently at the bedroom entrance and watched us. A naughty smile crept across his face and he felt himself grow hard. Tiny beads of sweat mingled with the clusters of shower water sliding down his chest.

In a way, we sensed your husband’s presence before we actually saw him.
Then, we broke our embrace and smiled.

“Hi Baby,” you said with a charitable but naughty wink. “Why don’t you come join us?”

“Yes, Jon, join us,” I echoed with equal charity, then slid to one side of the bed. “There’s plenty of room.”

At that instant, you looked at your husband, smiled, and leaned forward to kiss me, swirling your tongue against mine.

Jon saw the chemistry between us at work. He knew his time would come... And he also knew to not rush it.

“It’s a tempting offer,” he laughed. “But if you ladies don’t mind, I’d like to sit and watch for a while.”

“That’s my husband,” you joked, “Isn’t he wonderful?”

I nodded a broad, wordless smile.

He politely declined our offer to slip between us. Instead, he ensconced himself in the chair nearest the bed.

“Please… don’t let me interrupt you. Just pretend I’m not here. Continue what you were doing.”

Neither of us really wanted him there but the sight of him being turned on as we watched us turned us on even more.

I “examined” your body.

“God, Jon, Amy is so beautiful… and so sexy. But you already know that, don’t you?”

His face fully flushed, the air conditioning failed to cool the heat that was surging through Jon’s body. A few more minutes of this and he knew he’d need another shower.

Jon crossed his legs as he sat. The white terry fell away at the folds and exposed the lower portion of his naked body. His erection, quite obvious, poked upward from the now tent-like robe. At first, he tried to cover himself, then quickly reconsidered.

God it was so big.

Neither you nor I needed much prompting and quickly resumed our playtime. Our bodies locked in an embrace that would not be broken. Our hands freely explored the other’s most sensitive places.

Fully aware of our special audience, we positioned ourselves to afford Jon the best view possible. And, judging from the sweat rivering down his forehead, he was most appreciative.

“It’s okay, Baby,” you said to him. “She’s pretty, isn’t she? You can stroke yourself if you want.”

“But not too much,” I said with manufactured humor. “You’ve got to save some of that for later.”

“For us,” you added. “For the two of us.”

Jon could not believe it was you who was talking that way. But he loved it. With that, he sneaked a hand beneath the terry. How wonderfully large his erection had grown.

“Oh, my, do you need a license to carry that thing around with you?” I kidded.

You broke in before he could reply. “And he knows how to use it too.”

“MMMmmmmmm,” I cooed.

“ I think he likes you, Laura,” you said with a smile as your hand cupped my breast. “I like you too.”

Minutes later, we climbed into a sixty-nine position. At first, I was on top with you beneath me. Then, we switched. God, Amy, how good it felt to hold you like that. How wonderfully sweet you tasted. I just couldn’t get enough of you.

It soon became clear, however, that Jon would not be content to just watch.

“Hey, Baby, why don’t you show Laura the new toy I bought you.”

“MMMmmmmm, toy time” I giggled. “I love to play with toys.”

You nodded agreement. With a gentle pat on your pretty bottom, I sent you off. You climbed off the bed, and crossed to the dresser.

My legs drawn up, I lay on my side, propping myself on an elbow. With the other hand, I gently caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

The sway of your hips and the soft bounce of your butt cheeks caught my eye… and I had to touch myself again.

MMMmmmmm.

Poor Jon. His eyes flitted from you to me, to you, to me, and back again. He didn’t where to look first. The husband must have felt like he was a spectator at a tennis match.

But we knew where to look. We were fixed on one another.

I watched as you retrieved an assortment of plastic packages from your overnight bag. Dildoes, strap-ons, clitoral and anal stimulators, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, ticklers --- you must have bought every item the store offered. The collection cradled in your outstretched hands, you brought them over to Jon.

“Which one, Baby?” you asked.

Your husband’s busy hand came out from under the robe and, with an index finger, pointed. “How about this one?”

You placed the rest at the foot of the chair and raised the selected one toward me. “You like?”

It was a magnificent double-ended dildo. Its soft red jelly-vinyl measured almost 24 inches in length.

“MMMmmmmm,” I sighed. “I like. I like very much.”

You broke the plastic seal and freed it from its packaging. Jon reached down and handed you a small bottle of lube. You applied liberal amounts to the phallus, closing your hand around its gentle ripples and stroking it as Jon large hand resumed its own busy work beneath the robe.

Kissing Jon on the forehead, you placed your own hand over his and squeezed his erection before returning to the bed.

I sat eagerly upright as you slid beside me. You took one of the dildo and put it into your mouth. Jon and I looked on as your tongue painted its head with wet brush strokes. Then you handed it to me and I took the other end into my mouth. As I sucked on the opposite head, the corner of my eye was focused on him. The robe had all but come completely undone under the motion of his hand.

“Why don’t you just take it off, Jon,” I said. “We’re all friends here… and this is certainly no time to be shy.”

You chimed in. “Yeah, Baby, take it off. Let Laura see what you got.”

Jon stood up. He untied the already loose sash of the white terry and let the robe fall to the floor. That wonderfully large and deliciously erect specimen of his sprang into view.

It was immediately clear from the slight stubble around his cock and balls that he had recently shaved around that area.

“MMMmmmm. Nice,” I purred playfully. “Did you shave it just for me?”
“He likes that way,” you cut in. “I do too.” Then you turned your attention to him.

“Stroke it for her, Baby. Let her see how you stroke it.”

Jon approached the bed and took a corner of it. His focus, however, remained riveted on the dildo in my hand.

I gently lowered you onto your back, your head resting on the oversized pillow. You bent your knees and opened for me.

I offered the dildo to Jon. He placed his hand over mine and together we slipped it inside you. MMMmmmm. You moaned with the first gentle penetration but instantly wanted more… and, within seconds, your own hand overlapped ours and quickened the pace.

I straddled you, face to face, my legs open and interlocked with yours. Slowly, I slid myself forward. Jon, whose hand remained on the dildo, eased it inside me. And it was wonderful.

Your husband released his grip and fell off to the side, seeking out your breasts with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. He slid the other beneath you and played with your butt.

Our bodies chose a cadence, as we pushed forward and withdrew, pushed forward and withdrew.

MMMmmm. God, Amy, it felt so good.

We fucked each other into oblivion. You turned you head toward Jon and accepted his engorged cock into your mouth as you accepted the dildo in your pussy.

You sucking brought him to the edge but you wouldn’t allow him to cum though. Not yet.

You whispered something to your husband and he immediately inched toward me. My own mouth found his throbbing cock and welcomed it. And all the time you and I kept fucking each other.

The pace grew to dizzying heights.

You removed the double-ended dildo and, on hands and knees, crept toward me. I opened myself for you and you buried you face into my flesh.

MMMmmmm. How wonderful you felt, Amy How wonderfully wonderful.
Jon changed position and mounted you from behind. Each thrust was answered by a unnamed moan of delight that was muffled in between my legs. He pumped you harder and harder, and you loved it… but it was my attention you wanted. God, how you wanted it.

Delicious moments later, we changed positions. You lay back and opened for me and my tongue found you. Mmmmmm. So good, Amy. So good.

Jon moved behind me and, with your juices still dripping from his cock, penetrated me. God, he was so deep inside me, hun.

Your husband, his magnificent cock swelled with the rush of blood, pounded and pounded me and I pretended it was you. I felt the rhythmic slap of his balls against my ass and I was close to cumming again.

Jon disengaged from me and returned to you. God, how he wanted you. He was crazed with desire for you. He kept thrusting and thrusting his cock into your pussy as you concentrated on mine.

Mmmmmm.

Our movements reached a fever pitch. The magma that boiled just beneath the surface was surging toward a wonderful eruption. We all knew it. We all felt it.

But now it was just the two of us. You and me. And Jon knew that too.
He had known it all long.

Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. The pleasure between us became so intense it was nearly unbearable. We had reached the point of no return, Our bodies lurched forward. Shivered. Stiffened. Spasmed.

And then the hot magma of our passion could no longer be sluiced. It erupted into a lava flow that spurted everywhere. Inside me. Inside you. On our legs and thighs and tummies. On our faces. On our hands. All over our bodies…

The two of us collapsed into a stupor of exhaustion. Our bodies became entangled. Our legs intertwined. My face nestled against your wet pussy. My fingers teased at your nipple as you pressed me close.

Within seconds, the two of us were fast asleep. The exquisite exhaustion of our bodies and smiles of satisfaction on our faces said it all.

The staccato knocking at the door shortly afterward roused us.

“Come on in, Keya,” I called out and slyly winked at the two of you.