Let's skip the drinks...(Part 2)

We lay next to each other on the bed, naked, deflated.

The hotel air conditioner hummed in rhythm with our breathing, the only sound in the room. A car horn from the street outside broke the silence, an angry blast of noise in any otherwise soundless night.

Mike had left.

“Well, that didn’t work out the way we’d planned, did it?” I said.

“No, it did not,” my wife replied.

After the double blowjob, we’d headed to the shower, feeling good and ready for more. The shower was one of those big, fancy hotel showers – floor to ceiling marble tiles, dual rainfall shower heads, the size of a small room. Three wet bodies had been fantastic fun; Mike and I had taken turns soaping up my wife’s breasts, washing away the cum. We had both become erect again and she’d had fun playing with the two cocks, one in each hand, the shafts slippery with bubbles from the soap. I had been about to turn off the taps and suggest that we head back to the bedroom when Mike told us he had to go.

“Go? Go where? We haven’t even got to the good part. You’re joking, right?” I’d said.

But he hadn’t been. He was leaving.

He’d stepped out of the shower on his own, dried himself, mumbled an apology, something about meeting friends, and walked out of the bathroom. I’d followed him, wrapping myself in a towel, and watched as he dressed himself.

“Sorry,” he’d said, shrugging, as he’d walked past me to the door. “You wife is so hot.”

And that had been that. Threesome over.

My wife twisted sideways and wrapped her body around mine, one leg across my legs. I could feel her breasts pushed into my side. She was tapping away at her phone, the screen lighting up her face in a soft glow.

“I guess we’ll have to fall back on some toys for the double penetration,” I said.

“I know. I was just really looking forward to trying it with two real dicks,” she said without looking up. “I’d been so nervous thinking about it all week, but I was ready to do it tonight.”

“Me too.”

We lay that way for a while, not talking. I stared at the white featureless ceiling, thinking about what could have been, running through scenarios in my mind, like I’d been doing all week. My wife kept tapping on her phone.

I rolled off the bed, went to the window, opened the curtains a little. The neon lights from the clubs made the road below a maze of electric pinks, blues, and yellows. People scuttled about like disturbed ants, laughing, hollering, hugging. Maybe we should go out, go dancing, I thought. I closed the curtain, went back to the bed, and lay down, my hands behind my head.

My wife rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows and held the phone screen up for me to look at.

“What do you think of her?”

There was a photo of a brunette. Attractive, long hair, big brown eyes.

“She’s nice. Who is it? She looks familiar.”

“I used to work with her. You probably met her a few times. I haven’t seen her for ages. Maybe a year or two. Maybe longer.”

“Have you been telling her about your night,” I said jokingly.

She shrugged a little. “A bit.”

“Really? What did you tell her?”

“Just that we’d been about to have a threesome and the guy had walked out on us.”

I sat up, my back against the headboard. “Wow, I didn’t think we were telling people.”

“I think she’ll be fine. I hope that’s okay. We don’t ever see each other. And, I know she’s had threesomes before. She used to tell me about them when we had lunch or went out for drinks. She was pretty open about it.” She laughed a little. “Very open, actually.”

My wife shuffled her body across the bed and snuggled in close to me again. I could feel her breasts on my stomach. She put her hand on my cock and balls, cupping them. Her phone was resting on her hip.

“Should I ask if she wants to come here?” she said in a soft voice.

I laughed, “Yeah, right. I’m sure she’ll leave her house and come running over here in the middle of the night for a threesome.”

“She’s out clubbing. She’s literally a few minutes’ walk away.”

I looked down at my wife. “Are you serious?”

She half shrugged. “Why not? We’ve done it before with girls. I like it. You like it. We didn’t really finish off the night in the way we wanted to. Maybe she can…help.”

My mind raced. I’d been prepping myself all week for our first threesome with another guy and now we were talking about having a threesome with another girl instead.

“Well, you know I’m not going to say no if that’s a possibility,” I said with a laugh.

My wife smiled up at me, her hand rubbing at my rapidly growing cock. “I figured that would be the case. I’ve already asked her.”

“And what did she say?”

“Nothing yet.” The phone screen flashed on her hip. “Maybe I spoke too soon.”

She picked up the phone, opened the message and read it, a smile spreading across her face. She grabbed my cock, gave it a few tugs. “You’re going to have to get this thing working again, she’s coming up.”

“What? Now?”

“Literally, right now.”

“Should we get dressed? Be naked?” I said, laughing. “What’s the protocol here?”

My wife hopped off the bed and picked up her robe. She wrapped it around her body, tying the band. “I’m just going with this. Do you want me to get the other one?”

“Yeah, okay, that sounds good.”

She disappeared down the hallway and came back with the second hotel robe and tossed it on the bed. I got up and put it on. I usually hated hotel robes. They were always starchy and stiff and so damn hot. But this one was good – soft and luxurious.

“Maybe these robes might fall into our bags when we pack tomorrow morning,” I said.

“They’re great right?”

I looked down; my cock head was pushing through the bottom of the robe. “Not great for concealing erections though.”

“No,” my wife said with a laugh, reaching out and giving the head a rub. “It doesn’t cover much.”

And then there was a knock at the door. The second time that night.

“I guess that’s her,” I said.

“I guess so.”

My wife gave me a quick kiss and hurried to the door. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I went and sat down on the couch. Moments later both girls walked into the bedroom area. My wife in her robe, followed by a stunning brunette. She was wearing a tiny black skirt, leather maybe, black boots, and a neon orange singlet top. I stood up, trying to angle my body so my cock wasn’t jutting out so much.

“This is Maggie,” my wife said. “You two have met before, right?”

Maggie came over and hugged me. I could feel my half-erect cock pressing into her stomach. “Yeah, I remember. It was a long time ago. How are you?” She looked down. My cock was poking out from between the folds of the robe again.

I shrugged and smiled. “Sorry, hotel robes aren’t really designed to hold things in place.”

Maggie laughed. “No, that’s fine. It’s a good look,” she said with a wink. She looked back at my wife. “I suddenly feel really overdressed.”

My wife glanced over at me, a big smile splitting her face. I don’t think she’d stopped smiling since Maggie had arrived. “Well, we can help with that, right?”

“I think we can,” I said, taking my wife’s lead.

Maggie turned back to me and smiled, obviously enjoying the attention. She put her hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side a little. “Be my guest. Or should I say, guests?”

My wife was with Maggie first. She grabbed the bottom hem of Maggie’s singlet top and peeled it over her head. Maggie obliged, lifting her arms.

I put my hands around Maggie’s waist. “How does this come off,” I said, feeling around her skirt, when suddenly it fell to the floor, revealing a tiny, black lace thong. My wife peeked around Maggie’s body. “A zip at the back,” she said. “I found it.”

I looked at Maggie and she smiled back at me. It was obvious she’d done this before. She appeared relaxed, calm, enjoying the hands on her body.

“You’re getting close,” I said. “But still a little overdressed.”

I put my hands inside the waist band of her thong and moved it down her legs, kneeling as I did. She had incredible legs, toned and long. Her pussy was completely hairless. I peeled the panties down over her boots and she stepped out of them, kicking them across the floor with one of her boot heels. I stood again, slowly, taking in the legs, the pussy, the whole view. While I’d been taking off the thong, my wife had removed Maggie’s bra. Her breasts were small and pert, like perfectly formed apples. I wanted to taste them.

“Now you two are the overdressed ones,” Maggie said.

“Easily fixed,” I said, removing my robe.

My cock was rock hard, jutting out in front of me, angry and swollen. My wife tossed her robe on the end of the bed and came around so that we were all facing each other, naked except for Maggie still in her boots. My wife’s nipples were like two tiny pinks rocks. I put one hand on her arse and squeezed a cheek as she pressed herself against Maggie and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, full of fire. I could see tongues dancing; both women had their eyes closed. Maggie’s hand went to one of my wife’s breasts, cupping it, squeezing it, pulling at her nipple. She moaned and I saw Maggie pull the nipple harder, twisting it. I needed to be in on the action, so I moved forward, pressing my body against them both. My wife turned to me and then her tongue was in my mouth. I pulled her face against mine, my hand on the back of her head. Someone grabbed my cock – I wasn’t sure who – and started stroking it. My wife pulled away from me and I turned to Maggie and kissed her, both of us in sync immediately, tongues moving together. The hand was still on my cock, stroking.

I felt my wife move down my body and felt her lips wrap around my cockhead. I stopped kissing Maggie for a moment and looked down at my wife on her knees, sucking my cock, taking it deep. I felt it touch the back of her throat and she gagged a little before she moved her head back, saliva coating the shaft as she jerked it. Veins were popping. I was rock hard, a steel bar.

“It looks like she could use a hand,” Maggie said to me, giving me another wink. I was growing to like these winks.

She lowered herself down to her knees, rubbing her body along mine as she went. My wife smiled at her and, holding the base of my cock, pointed it in Maggie’s direction. Maggie’s tongue flicked out across my cock head. Once, twice, three flicks of the tongue. And then she opened her mouth and took it in. My wife let go of my cock and leant in as well, licking at the thick base, moving under, working my balls. I ran my hand through both women’s hair, feeling their heads move. The sensation of two mouths on my cock was incredible.

“I think you two had better stop or we’re going to have a quick ending again,” I said.

The two women stood, kissing as they came up, faces wet, a hungry look in their eyes. My cock was wet, twitching, already close to cumming. I took both women by the hand, and we moved to the bed. My wife lay down and slid her body up so her head was on the pillow. Maggie climbed on the end of the bed, kneeling, her arse in the air, and padded forward like a cat prowling through the night. Bent over, she worked her way up my wife’s leg, kissing, licking, before settling at her pussy. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear the wetness and my wife started to moan, her body moving around in ecstasy. My wife started pulling at one of her own nipples, twisting it, and I knew how much she was enjoying whatever Maggie was doing. She only did that when she was feeling overwhelmingly aroused.

Maggie lifted her face for a moment and turned back to face me, eyes wide, wild. “Fuck me,” she said.

I got a condom from the bedside table, took it out of the packet and rolled it down my cock. I moved behind Maggie, still in her black boots, her bald pussy incredible from behind. I needed to taste it. I leant down and ran my tongue between her lips and across her arsehole, and then moved into a kneeling position behind her. I pushed my cock inside her – she was wet and tight – and I heard her moan on my wife’s pussy. I started to fuck her, alternating between hard and slow fucking, working with her body, feeling what she was responding to. I spread her cheeks as we fucked, loving the sight of her lips spreading around my cock, her perfect areshole gaping slightly, a tiny infinite black hole of pleasure.

My wife came, her body bucking, and she moaned loudly. “Oh my god, holy fuck, holy fuck,” she said, over and over again. And then I felt Maggie’s pussy clamp around my cock as she came. Maggie pressed her face into my wife’s pussy, screaming, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The two women cumming at the same time was easily the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life, and possibly ever would see.

I pulled out of Maggie and peeled off the condom, ready for my wife.

“My turn,” my wife said to me.

“Your turn,” I said with a smile.

The three of us fucked for the next hour. A blur of bodies, mouths, hands, breasts, sweat. It was the most sensuous sex I had ever had. We moved together so well, like a dance, nothing was forced or awkward. We moved without speaking, seemingly knowing exactly what to do, what the others wanted. What we needed. We were in sync, like one, as if we had been sleeping together forever. It felt right. It felt natural. It felt fucking amazing.

And, at the end, we lay together on the bed, our three bodies intertwined. We were wet with sweat and cum. I could feel my heart still pounding in my chest and I couldn’t stop smiling. We lay that way for a long while, happy, each with our own thoughts and memories.

Once again, the hotel air conditioner was the only sound in the room.