“Here’s Sarah, Sarah this is Peter.”
“Hi Peter, it’s nice to meet you.”
“And it’s great to meet you Sarah, Paul didn’t exaggerate, you look fantastic.”
“Thank you Peter, Paul didn’t mention that you were an American.”
“Does that matter?”
“Of course not.”
“Have you dressed as I instructed?” Paul went straight for the killer punch.
“Yes, of course, no underwear at all in fact.”
“Wow! You sure are one sexy lady.” Peter offered, looking into my eyes, but I suspect thinking about other parts of my body.
Standing, inadequately dressed between these charming, attractive, successful men, I felt an incredible frisson of excitement. I knew that this was exactly how I wanted to live my life in future. I decided there and then that my husband would be in a permanent chastity cage within one month, and that like it or not he would have to come to terms with me cuckolding him on a regular basis. I had come to the conclusion that I loved sex too much to dedicate my whole sexual future to one man, and that, in fact, I needed to push the boundaries way beyond what my husband could accept were he free to choose.
“So Sarah, what can I get you to drink?”
“Paul, you know what I drink. Get a bottle of Moets please. Peter, will you drink some champagne with me? I know Paul prefers his malt whisky.”
“I’d love to help you with this first bottle Sarah. Do you always drink champagne?”
“Well, my husband, being a bit of a cheapskate, often gives me Prosecco, but I prefer Moet. Have you been there, by the way? We had a private tour.”
“What, of Moet?”
“Yes, of course, in Epernay”
“No I haven’t, but I would love to, perhaps you might consider going again with me?”
“I might…we’ll see.”
Paul arrived back from the bar with a bottle of Moet, two champagne flutes, and a large whisky for him. We toasted having a fun evening, and chatted about nothing important, until Paul put down his whisky glass.
“I need to kiss you.”
“Well, if you need to, you better had. Peter, excuse me turning my back on you.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that at all, I can admire your gorgeous ass”
I turned to Paul and he started kissing me on the lips. It was a very sexy arousing experience, kissing another woman’s husband in the middle of the hotel foyer. It got a whole lot sexier when Peter moved in close behind me and started kissing the back of my neck, while his arms wrapped around me and started caressing my breasts. My nipples got very hard, very fast, and I could feel a familiar warm, wet, tingly feeling between my legs. In a few moments the men started to get aroused, I could feel a bulge in front of me, pressing into my stomach, and another behind my back. We were also starting to attract attention.
“That’s enough for now boys, or we’ll get thrown out.”
They moved reluctantly away from me, so we were just chatting again, but we were chatting about sex.
“I’ve never had a threesome before, so you’ll have to be a little patient with me.”
“I haven’t either, but I’m really getting into the idea.” Paul confessed
“I’ve had a threesome with two girls,” Peter added “They were hookers.”