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The Hotel Couple

This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a single male for drinks at the hotel bar; if everything went well, the single male would suggest that they have a nightcap in his room. Their ad went on to explain that while there were no guarantees, that while they don't do it often, they have shared a bed with another man in the past, and that they were very open minded. Plus they had posted a couple of nice and tasteful pictures (with faces blurred out) that indicated they were nicely dressed and clean cut. Hubby was 63, the wife was 58, and I was 55.

I did my best to make a tasteful reply to their ad, and attached a couple of pictures of myself. The husband replied to my email within an hour, which was a surprise. He said that it sounded interesting, and we exchanged several more emails over the next few days. I should tell you that I absolutely *love* being a third with a couple, but I also enjoy taking direction from the couple, following their lead, reading the room, etc., so while our emails were suggestive and humorous, I didn't push the envelope when it came to getting too graphic sexually. Plus ads like their's tend to not work out given the "maybe it will happen" aspects of it all.

But as luck would have it, hubby (Brian) and his wife (Sharon) sent me an email that Friday afternoon indicating that they just got checked in, and were wondering if I could join them at the hotel bar at 6pm. I told them that I'd be there. I hurred back to my suite after my client meeting, took a shower, shaved all of the important parts, and put on a fresh suit. Then I took the elevator down to the lobby, my knees feeling weak and my heart beating through my chest. It is always like this when I have the prospects of having sex with a married couple. The feeling is intoxicating.

I only had a vague idea of what they looked like, so I scanned the bar to see if I could identify them. Lucky for me, there were only

I only had a vague idea of what they looked like, so I scanned the bar to see if I could identify them. Lucky for me, there were only two couples at the bar currently, and I guessed right. Brian was nicely dressed, wearing a suit just like me. He was similarly tall and fit. Sharon was a knockout. She was 5'9" with her heels, sporting a voluptuous but enticing hourglass figure. She was wearing this evergreen colored wraparound dress, it falling mid thigh, that showed just enough clevage to make things interesting, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. Her brunette hair, it with streaks of gray, was pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and she smelled really nice.

They had already ordered their first round so I asked for a glass of wine. What struck me is that they were such intelligent and friendly people. Plus they both had wicked senses of humor. I felt like I'd known them forever. I was just having a hard time picturing them inviting another man into their bed. But I was about to find out why one should not judge a book by its cover.

They asked if I'd like to get a table, so we tucked away in the corner of the bar, and continued our chat. The chat, however, started getting more and more suggestive, but what was interesting about it -- was that everything was spoken in general terms, and anything sexual was implied. After we finished our second round and were waiting on our third, they asked me a rhetorical, "ask for The Hotel Couple

This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a single male for drinks at the hotel bar; if everything went well, the single male would suggest that they have a nightcap in his room. Their ad went on to explain that while there were no guarantees, that while they don't do it often, they have shared a bed with another man in the past, and that they were very open minded. Plus they had posted a couple of nice and tasteful pictures (with faces blurred out) that indicated they were nicely dressed and clean cut. Hubby was 63, the wife was 58, and I was 55.

I did my best to make a tasteful reply to their ad, and attached a couple of pictures of myself. The husband replied to my email within an hour, which was a surprise. He said that it sounded interesting, and we exchanged several more emails over the next few days. I should tell you that I absolutely *love* being a third with a couple, but I also enjoy taking direction from the couple, following their lead, reading the room, etc., so while our emails were suggestive and humorous, I didn't push the envelope when it came to getting too graphic sexually. Plus ads like their's tend to not work out given the "maybe it will happen" aspects of it all.

But as luck would have it, hubby (Brian) and his wife (Sharon) sent me an email that Friday afternoon indicating that they just got checked in, and were wondering if I could join them at the hotel bar at 6pm. I told them that I'd be there. I hurried back to my suite after my client meeting, took a shower, shaved all of the important parts, and put on a fresh suit. Then I took the elevator down to the lobby, my knees feeling weak and my heart beating through my chest. It is always like this when I have the prospects of having sex with a married couple. The feeling is intoxicating.

I only had a vague idea of what they looked like, so I scanned the bar to see if I could identify them. Lucky for me, there were only two couples at the bar currently, and I guessed right. Brian was nicely dressed, wearing a suit just like me. He was similarly tall and fit. Sharon was a knockout. She was 5'9" with her heels, sporting a voluptuous but enticing hourglass figure. She was wearing this evergreen colored wraparound dress, it falling mid thigh, that showed just enough clevage to make things interesting, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. Her brunette hair, it with streaks of gray, was pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and she smelled really nice.

They had already ordered their first round so I asked for a glass of wine. What struck me is that they were such intelligent and friendly people. Plus they both had wicked senses of humor. I felt like I'd known them forever. I was just having a hard time picturing them inviting another man into their bed. But I was about to find out why one should not judge a book by its cover.

They asked if I'd like to get a table, so we tucked away in the corner of the bar, and continued our chat. The chat, however, started getting more and more suggestive, but what was interesting about it -- was that everything was spoken in general terms, and anything sexual was implied. After we finished our second round and were waiting on our third, they asked me a rhetorical, "ask for permission or beg for forgiveness?" I assumed that they were talking about asking for permission in a threesome, so I responded in kind, and in the same general terms, that my preference was to just let things happen, and a "no" head knod from me meant that other fun could be had. They both said that they loved my answer, and fully agreed with me. We didn't discuss likes or dislikes or anything like that. It was implied that we were just going to let things happen, or not happen.

By the time we were nearing the end of our third round, it was nearly 10pm. I suggested that we have a nightcap up in my suite -- where there was plenty of room to spread out. They were both delighted by my suggestion, and excitedly finished the last sips of their drinks before we headed to the elevator.

When we got to my suite, they were both shocked at how much room there was, and asked if they could look around. Two king sized beds, a shower that seemed like it could fit 4 or more people, a separate tub with jets, a living room, an office, and a separate bedroom (with one of the king sized beds): I kinda felt bad that I splurged for all of that, but then again, I kinda didn't.

I asked if I could get them anything to drink and we perused the mini bar. All of us settled on sparkling water. So we sat on the couch in the living room, sipping our sparkling water, still chatting and laughing. We were still chatting and laughing when Sharon set her glass on the side table, stood up, and untied the tie of her wraparound dress, let it fall open, before taking it completely off, strutting in her heels to the closet so that she could hang it up. She was only wearing this sheer black bra, the tiniest sheer black thong that I'd ever seen, black thigh high stockings, and her black stiletto heels.

I raised my eyebrows, silently mouthing the word "wow," while looking at Brian. He just smiled and gave a thumbs up. Sharon plopped down on my lap, put her index finger under my chin so that she could manipulate my head, and gave me a magnificent kiss. Brian watched us intently while he got undressed. He set a small bottle of something on the side table before he sat back down. Oh, it was lube. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lubing up his cock and rubbing lube into his nipples as he continued watching us, slowly jerking off and manipulating his cock head in his fist.

rubbing lube into his nipples as he continued watching us, slowly jerking off and manipulating his cock head in his fist.

Sharon undressed me slowly, finally kneeling on the carpet, settling her body between my legs. Her head game was amazing. I stopped her a few times because I didn't want to lose it so quickly. On the third time, she stood up and started straddling me, she shedded her bra in the process. Let me just say that Sharon is absolutely stacked. We kissed some more and I got to nibble on and taste her tremendous nipples. She started whispering in my ear, teasing me, telling me that she wanted to watch Brian suck my cock, asking me if I'd like it. I nodded in the affirmative, and she climbed off me, motioning for Brian to take her place.

Brian was an excellent cock sucker, and watching a man have oral sex with me never gets old. Sharon started taking pictures of this on her phone before joining in. Sharon was going to town on me when I knew it was time. I gave a warning, then to my surprise Brian took over the oral duties, and I delivered a rope down his throat.

Sharon and Brian kissed, and to my surprise both Sharon and Brian wanted to share a cummy kiss with me. Sharon was still revved up, though. She took us both by the hands, practically dragging us to the bedroom. The three of us basically ended up in a triangle on the bed. My mouth was on Sharon's pussy, Brian's mouth was on my cock, and Brian's cock was in Sharon's mouth. We kept switching around, and yes, I got a chance to taste Brian quite a few times -- and he was delicious! The salty funk of his precum was absolutely finger licking good.

Sharon came for the first time during this swapping, and excused herself to the bathroom. Brian initiated with me, smearing lube into my nipples (I *love* my nipples being played with), before we both laid on our sides and went into a 69. Sharon, she wearing nothing but her thigh highs and heels, returned to the room at some point, watching us at first from the chair near the bed. Then she sat at the head of the bed and played with her clit and pussy. I was so engrossed in sucking Brian's cock that I wasn't paying attention to Sharon. So when she let out a scream and squirted all over both Brian and me, it was a very hot surprise.

Clearly, Brian knew exactly what Sharon wanted, so he disengaged from me, flipped her over on to her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and started railing her. She kept getting louder and louder, and watching the two of them together was magnificent. While I would feed Sharon my cock and kiss her here and there, or Brian and I would kiss a little bit, I truly enjoyed the show that they were putting on. What a great looking couple!

All the while this was taking place, they kept whispering to each other, but loud enough for me to hear. They kept talking about how hot this was, how they were having a good time, how I was so sexy (awwww!), and how I was going to fuck Sharon next -- and that they hoped that I liked sloppy surprises.

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This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a single male for drinks at the hotel bar; if everything went well, the single male would suggest that they have a nightcap in his room. Their ad went on to explain that while there were no guarantees, that while they don't do it often, they have shared a bed with another man in the past, and that they were very open minded. Plus they had posted a couple of nice and tasteful pictures (with faces blurred out) that indicated they were nicely dressed and clean cut. Hubby was 63, the wife was 58, and I was 55.

The Hotel Couple

This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a single male for drinks at the hotel bar; if everything went well, the single male would suggest that they have a nightcap in his room. Their ad went on to explain that while there were no guarantees, that while they don't do it often, they have shared a bed with another man in the past, and that they were very open minded. Plus they had posted a couple of nice and tasteful pictures (with faces blurred out) that indicated they were nicely dressed and clean cut. Hubby was 63, the wife was 58, and I was 55.

I did my best to make a tasteful reply to their ad, and attached a couple of pictures of myself. The husband replied to my email within an hour, which was a surprise. He said that it sounded interesting, and we exchanged several more emails over the next few days. I should tell you that I absolutely *love* being a third with a couple, but I also enjoy taking direction from the couple, following their lead, reading the room, etc., so while our emails were suggestive and humorous, I didn't push the envelope when it came to getting too graphic sexually. Plus ads like their's tend to not work out given the "maybe it will happen" aspects of it all.

But as luck would have it, hubby (Brian) and his wife (Sharon) sent me an email that Friday afternoon indicating that they just got checked in, and were wondering if I could join them at the hotel bar at 6pm. I told them that I'd be there. I hurried back to my suite after my client meeting, took a shower, shaved all of the important parts, and put on a fresh suit. Then I took the elevator down to the lobby, my knees feeling weak and my heart beating through my chest. It is always like this when I have the prospects of having sex with a married couple. The feeling is intoxicating.

I only had a vague idea of what they looked like, so I scanned the bar to see if I could identify them. Lucky for me, there were only two couples at the bar currently, and I guessed right. Brian was nicely dressed, wearing a suit just like me. He was similarly tall and fit. Sharon was a knockout. She was 5'9" with her heels, sporting a voluptuous but enticing hourglass figure. She was wearing this evergreen colored wraparound dress, it falling mid thigh, that showed just enough clevage to make things interesting, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. Her brunette hair, it with streaks of gray, was pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and she smelled really nice.

They had already ordered their first round so I asked for a glass of wine. What struck me is that they were such intelligent and friendly people. Plus they both had wicked senses of humor. I felt like I'd known them forever. I was just having a hard time picturing them inviting another man into their bed. But I was about to find out why one should not judge a book by its cover.

They asked if I'd like to get a table, so we tucked away in the corner of the bar, and continued our chat. The chat, however, started getting more and more suggestive, but what was interesting about it -- was that everything was spoken in general terms, and anything sexual was implied. After we finished our second round and were waiting on our third, they asked me a rhetorical, "ask for permission or beg for forgiveness?" I assumed that they were talking about asking for permission in a threesome, so I responded in kind, and in the same general terms, that my preference was to just let things happen, and a "no" head knod from me meant that other fun could be had. They both said that they loved my answer, and fully agreed with me. We didn't discuss likes or dislikes or anything like that. It was implied that we were just going to let things happen, or not happen.

By the time we were nearing the end of our third round, it was nearly 10pm. I suggested that we have a nightcap up in my suite -- where there was plenty of room to spread out. They were both delighted by my suggestion, and excitedly finished the last sips of their drinks before we headed to the elevator.

When we got to my suite, they were both shocked at how much room there was, and asked if they could look around. Two king sized beds, a shower that seemed like it could fit 4 or more people, a separate tub with jets, a living room, an office, and a separate bedroom (with one of the king sized beds): I kinda felt bad that I splurged for all of that, but then again, I kinda didn't.

I asked if I could get them anything to drink and we perused the mini bar. All of us settled on sparkling water. So we sat on the couch in the living room, sipping our sparkling water, still chatting and laughing. We were still chatting and laughing when Sharon set her glass on the side table, stood up, and untied the tie of her wraparound dress, let it fall open, before taking it completely off, strutting in her heels to the closet so that she could hang it up. She was only wearing this sheer black bra, the tiniest sheer black thong that I'd ever seen, black thigh high stockings, and her black stiletto heels.

I raised my eyebrows, silently mouthing the word "wow," while looking at Brian. He just smiled and gave a thumbs up. Sharon plopped down on my lap, put her index finger under my chin so that she could manipulate my head, and gave me a magnificent kiss. Brian watched us intently while he got undressed. He set a small bottle of something on the side table before he sat back down. Oh, it was lube. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lubing up his cock and rubbing lube into his nipples as he continued watching us, slowly jerking off and manipulating his cock head in his fist.

Sharon undressed me slowly, finally kneeling on the carpet, settling her body between my legs. Her head game was amazing. I stopped her a few times because I didn't want to lose it so quickly. On the third time, she stood up and started straddling me, she shedded her bra in the process. Let me just say that Sharon is absolutely stacked. We kissed some more and I got to nibble on and taste her tremendous nipples. She started whispering in my ear, teasing me, telling me that she wanted to watch Brian suck my cock, asking me if I'd like it. I nodded in the affirmative, and she climbed off me, motioning for Brian to take her place.

Brian was an excellent cock sucker, and watching a man have oral sex with me never gets old. Sharon started taking pictures of this on her phone before joining in. Sharon was going to town on me when I knew it was time. I gave a warning, then to my surprise Brian took over the oral duties, and I delivered a rope down his throat.

Sharon and Brian kissed, and to my surprise both Sharon and Brian wanted to share a cummy kiss with me. Sharon was still revved up, though. She took us both by the hands, practically dragging us to the bedroom. The three of us basically ended up in a triangle on the bed. My mouth was on Sharon's pussy, Brian's mouth was on my cock, and Brian's cock was in Sharon's mouth. We kept switching Sharon and Brian kissed, and to my surprise both Sharon and Brian wanted to share a cummy kiss with me. Sharon was still revved up, though. She took us both by the hands, practically dragging us to the bedroom. The three of us basically ended up in a triangle on the bed. My mouth was on Sharon's pussy, Brian's mouth was on my cock, and Brian's cock was in Sharon's mouth. We kept switching around, and yes, I got a chance to taste Brian quite a few times -- and he was delicious! The salty funk of his precum was absolutely finger licking good.

Sharon came for the first time during this swapping, and excused herself to the bathroom. Brian initiated with me, smearing lube into my nipples (I *love* my nipples being played with), before we both laid on our sides and went into a 69. Sharon, she wearing nothing but her thigh highs and heels, returned to the room at some point, watching us at first from the chair near the bed. Then she sat at the head of the bed and played with her clit and pussy. I was so engrossed in sucking Brian's cock that I wasn't paying attention to Sharon. So when she let out a scream and squirted all over both Brian and me, it was a very hot surprise.

Clearly, Brian knew exactly what Sharon wanted, so he disengaged from me, flipped her over on to her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and started railing her. She kept getting louder and louder, and watching the two of them together was magnificent. While I would feed Sharon my cock and kiss her here and there, or Brian and I would kiss a little bit, I truly enjoyed the show that they were putting on. What a great looking couple!

All the while this was taking place, they kept whispering to each other, but loud enough for me to hear. They kept talking about how hot this was, how they were having a good time, how I was so sexy (awwww!), and how I was going to fuck Sharon next -- and that they hoped that I liked sloppy surprises.

Finally, Brian had enough, let out this pronounced moan, slowed his strokes so that he was just taking long in and outs while hammering Sharon's pelvis, then briefly collapsed on top of her. They kissed for a moment or so, then he disengaged, came over and tapped me on the shoulder, and I took his spot between her legs. Brian's cum was already dripping out of her, so I lubed up my cock head with Brian's cum and started railing her as well. the shoulder, and I took his spot between her legs. Brian's cum was already dripping out of her, so I lubed up my cock head with Brian's cum and started railing her as well.

The whispered naughty talk continued, now between the three of us, as I fucked Sharon. Brian started interacting with me, even more than before. He reached around me and played with my nipples. He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck and ears. He massaged my balls, glancing my taint with his fingers. And then he started lubing up my anus before getting two fingers inside of me. Intermittently I'd slam into Sharon before forcing my ass back into Brian's fingers. Sharon asked me to tell her what was going on, but in graphic details. She started whispering to me about how hot this made her, how it was great to be with such a willing and giving lover, and... how she couldn't wait for me to fill her womb with my seed. And that's what put me over the top. I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

We continued playing for a little bit longer. Sharon rode me while she sucked Brian's cock. We spitroasted her. Sharon rode Brian The Hotel Couple

This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a mac-mini-2020:Logic nvp$ cat ~/.t/htlcpl.txt The Hotel Couple

This happened right before Christmas 2025, and I can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't played, much less had any sexual activity for a very long time, so as you might imagine -- I was going out of my mind. As always names have been changed. Plus this story involves bisexuality (between males); you might not want to read it if that's not your thing.

I had been on the road for work non-stop for the past 18 months. No complaints as it's a part of what I do for a living, but at the same time I was looking forward to a lengthy break during the holidays. Right before this happened, I flew in first class, and with a bunch of points I booked a suite at a really nice hotel. So things were looking up, but little did I know how two weeks in this big city were going to play out.

I always carry two computers when I travel for work. One is owned by my company, and I only do work stuff on it. The other is mine, and I use it for, well, let's say adult activities. Or maybe I should say for my ambitions of having adult activities. haha.

So I logged in once I got settled in my suite, and started perusing the adult sites. One of the ads caught my attention because the couple said that they'd be staying at the same hotel the following Friday and Saturday -- *and* they were looking to meet up with a single male for drinks at the hotel bar; if everything went well, the single male would suggest that they have a nightcap in his room. Their ad went on to explain that while there were no guarantees, that while they don't do it often, they have shared a bed with another man in the past, and that they were very open minded. Plus they had posted a couple of nice and tasteful pictures (with faces blurred out) that indicated they were nicely dressed and clean cut. Hubby was 63, the wife was 58, and I was 55.

I did my best to make a tasteful reply to their ad, and attached a couple of pictures of myself. The husband replied to my email within an hour, which was a surprise. He said that it sounded interesting, and we exchanged several more emails over the next few days. I should tell you that I absolutely *love* being a third with a couple, but I also enjoy taking direction from the couple, following their lead, reading the room, etc., so while our emails were suggestive and humorous, I didn't push the envelope when it came to getting too graphic sexually. Plus ads like their's tend to not work out given the "maybe it will happen" aspects of it all.

But as luck would have it, hubby (Brian) and his wife (Sharon) sent me an email that Friday afternoon indicating that they just got checked in, and were wondering if I could join them at the hotel bar at 6pm. I told them that I'd be there. I hurried back to my suite after my client meeting, took a shower, shaved all of the important parts, and put on a fresh suit. Then I took the elevator down to the lobby, my knees feeling weak and my heart beating through my chest. It is always like this when I have the prospects of having sex with a married couple. The feeling is intoxicating.

I only had a vague idea of what they looked like, so I scanned the bar to see if I could identify them. Lucky for me, there were only two couples at the bar currently, and I guessed right. Brian was nicely dressed, wearing a suit just like me. He was similarly tall and fit. Sharon was a knockout. She was 5'9" with her heels, sporting a voluptuous but enticing hourglass figure. She was wearing this evergreen colored wraparound dress, it falling mid thigh, that showed just enough clevage to make things interesting, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. Her brunette hair, it with streaks of gray, was pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and she smelled really nice.

They had already ordered their first round so I asked for a glass of wine. What struck me is that they were such intelligent and friendly people. Plus they both had wicked senses of humor. I felt like I'd known them forever. I was just having a hard time picturing them inviting another man into their bed. But I was about to find out why one should not judge a book by its cover.

They asked if I'd like to get a table, so we tucked away in the corner of the bar, and continued our chat. The chat, however, started getting more and more suggestive, but what was interesting about it -- was that everything was spoken in general terms, and anything sexual was implied. After we finished our second round and were waiting on our third, they asked me a rhetorical, "ask for permission or beg for forgiveness?" I assumed that they were talking about asking for permission in a threesome, so I responded in kind, and in the same general terms, that my preference was to just let things happen, and a "no" head knod from me meant that other fun could be had. They both said that they loved my answer, and fully agreed with me. We didn't discuss likes or dislikes or anything like that. It was implied that we were just going to let things happen, or not happen.

By the time we were nearing the end of our third round, it was nearly 10pm. I suggested that we have a nightcap up in my suite -- where there was plenty of room to spread out. They were both delighted by my suggestion, and excitedly finished the last sips of their drinks before we headed to the elevator.

When we got to my suite, they were both shocked at how much room there was, and asked if they could look around. Two king sized beds, a shower that seemed like it could fit 4 or more people, a separate tub with jets, a living room, an office, and a separate bedroom (with one of the king sized beds): I kinda felt bad that I splurged for all of that, but then again, I kinda didn't.

I asked if I could get them anything to drink and we perused the mini bar. All of us settled on sparkling water. So we sat on the couch in the living room, sipping our sparkling water, still chatting and laughing. We were still chatting and laughing when Sharon set her glass on the side table, stood up, and untied the tie of her wraparound dress, let it fall open, before taking it completely off, strutting in her heels to the closet so that she could hang it up. She was only wearing this sheer black bra, the tiniest sheer black thong that I'd ever seen, black thigh high stockings, and her black stiletto heels.

I raised my eyebrows, silently mouthing the word "wow," while looking at Brian. He just smiled and gave a thumbs up. Sharon plopped down on my lap, put her index finger under my chin so that she could manipulate my head, and gave me a magnificent kiss. Brian watched us intently while he got undressed. He set a small bottle of something on the side table before he sat back down. Oh, it was lube. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lubing up his cock and rubbing lube into his nipples as he continued watching us, slowly jerking off and manipulating his cock head in his fist.

Sharon undressed me slowly, finally kneeling on the carpet, settling her body between my legs. Her head game was amazing. I stopped her a few times because I didn't want to lose it so quickly. On the third time, she stood up and started straddling me, she shedded her bra in the process. Let me just say that Sharon is absolutely stacked. We kissed some more and I got to nibble on and taste her tremendous nipples. She started whispering in my ear, teasing me, telling me that she wanted to watch Brian suck my cock, asking me if I'd like it. I nodded in the affirmative, and she climbed off me, motioning for Brian to take her place.

Brian was an excellent cock sucker, and watching a man have oral sex with me never gets old. Sharon started taking pictures of this on her phone before joining in. Sharon was going to town on me when I knew it was time. I gave a warning, then to my surprise Brian took over the oral duties, and I delivered a rope down his throat.

Sharon and Brian kissed, and to my surprise both Sharon and Brian wanted to share a cummy kiss with me. Sharon was still revved up, though. She took us both by the hands, practically dragging us to the bedroom. The three of us basically ended up in a triangle on the bed. My mouth was on Sharon's pussy, Brian's mouth was on my cock, and Brian's cock was in Sharon's mouth. We kept switching around, and yes, I got a chance to taste Brian quite a few times -- and he was delicious! The salty funk of his precum was absolutely finger licking good.

Sharon came for the first time during this swapping, and excused herself to the bathroom. Brian initiated with me, smearing lube into my nipples (I *love* my nipples being played with), before we both laid on our sides and went into a 69. Sharon, she wearing nothing but her thigh highs and heels, returned to the room at some point, watching us at first from the chair near the bed. Then she sat at the head of the bed and played with her clit and pussy. I was so engrossed in sucking Brian's cock that I wasn't paying attention to Sharon. So when she let out a scream and squirted all over both Brian and me, it was a very hot surprise.

Clearly, Brian knew exactly what Sharon wanted, so he disengaged from me, flipped her over on to her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and started railing her. She kept getting louder and louder, and watching the two of them together was magnificent. While I would feed Sharon my cock and kiss her here and there, or Brian and I would kiss a little bit, I truly enjoyed the show that they were putting on. What a great looking couple!

All the while this was taking place, they kept whispering to each other, but loud enough for me to hear. They kept talking about how hot this was, how they were having a good time, how I was so sexy (awwww!), and how I was going to fuck Sharon next -- and that they hoped that I liked sloppy surprises.

Finally, Brian had enough, let out this pronounced moan, slowed his strokes so that he was just taking long in and outs while hammering Sharon's pelvis, then briefly collapsed on top of her. They kissed for a moment or so, then he disengaged, came over and tapped me on the shoulder, and I took his spot between her legs. Brian's cum was already dripping out of her, so I lubed up my cock head with Brian's cum and started railing her as well.

The whispered naughty talk continued, now between the three of us, as I fucked Sharon. Brian started interacting with me, even more than before. He reached around me and played with my nipples. He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck and ears. He massaged my balls, glancing my taint with his fingers. And then he started lubing up my anus before getting two fingers inside of me. Intermittently I'd slam into Sharon before forcing my ass back into Brian's fingers. Sharon asked me to tell her what was going on, but in graphic details. She started whispering to me about how hot this made her, how it was great to be with such a willing and giving lover, and... how she couldn't wait for me to fill her womb with my seed. And that's what put me over the top. I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

We continued playing for a little bit longer. Sharon rode me while she sucked Brian's cock. We spitroasted her. Sharon rode Brian while I sucked his cock. But eventually we took a break.

We cracked a bottle of white wine from the mini bar and all sat naked on the couch. Sharon finally discarded her thigh highs and heels. We talked and laughed and recapped what just took place. We lost track of time, so we were all surprised when we noticed that it was 2:30am.

A little bit later, Sharon said that she wanted to take a shower and asked if there were any other takers. Of course there were!

She fired up the shower, and we all hopped in. With two shower heads, nobody was left in the cold. At first it was just a normal shower. We shampooed and soaped up and your basic shower activities. It was when Sharon started to clean around her pussy is when Brian knelt down and went in with his tongue. Cum started hitting the shower floor, and I needed a taste, too. Soon, hands were back to touching sexy body parts, and Sharon alternated blowing Brian and me. The big finish was when Sharon was blowing Brian, and as I stood behind Brian, doing the same things he did to me before, I slipped my cock up and down his crack while using the nastiest words possible. Brian lost it down Sharon's throat, and somehow I found myself getting close, too. I jerked myself furiously with this shower gel, hoping to drop a load on Brian's lower back. Cumming for the last time of the night was extremely painful (but also extremely pleasurable). My cum came out as a cloudy stream before one final clump of cum shot out and landed at the top of Brian's asscrack.

We went through one last round of shower cleanup, everybody toweled off, they got dressed, we exchanged numbers because we all agreed that we'd like to do this again, and off they went. This was an absolutely unexpected and thrilling sexual experience. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed my time with Sharon and Brian.