W is really wanting me to get to the 'good part', and I'm rambling on and on....
So yeah, W and I arrive at the bar. I had been texting S for the final arrangements (where/when), and when we walked in the door, he quickly recognized us (or likely just W) and waved us over to the side of the barwhere he was sitting. We all introduced ourselves, shook hands (quick hug for W) not unlike old friends. I let W sit next to S - it was a small circular table; you know the type - a high table surrounded by tall chairs. S already had a take, so W and I ordered up some takes. We made small talk for awhile - interests, past travels, etc. We were all hitting it off very well. S had lots of interesting topics for us to talk over, and by my observation, it appeared that W was very much interested. Then conversation changed to discussing the differences in attitudes towards sex between Europe and North America, and more gradually changed to discussing sexual preferences. W was still feeling shy (and I was still feeling nervous) - S ordered W and I another round of takes - doubles (very observant fellow).
S continued to press W on what her sexual desires are. Then, she leaned over to whisper to him. The next thing I know, the whisper in the ear became a full fledged kiss. Like teenagers in a car at a drive-in movie kiss! At about the time I realized that I still had that goofy smile on my face, I also realized that other patrons in the bar were starting to turn their heads. I'm sure that some of them had realized that the woman I came in with (likely holding hands) was now in the arms of a guy who was sitting in the bar when we arrived. That's when my head started to spin; and it wasn't the carefully measured scotch...
Well, needless to say, we quickly endeavored to settle the cheque, and head back to the hotel. And again, a few questioning looks as we left...
We walked back to the hotel not unlike a group of friends - nothing out of the ordinary. When we got back to the hotel lobby, W asked me what part I wanted in all this, and while I was tripping over my tongue trying to put out a good response, she turned to S and said, "We don't need to worry about him - this is about us!" WOW...
We finally got on the elevator (luckily alone), and by this time, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. We rode the elevator to the top floor of the hotel - they let go of each other as the doors opened, and walked down the hall to his room. Once inside the room, I hung up W's and my coats, and W and S resumed where they were in the elevator.
They quickly began losing clothes - to my (and W's, as I found out later) amazement, S unfastened W's bra, with one hand, faster than I imagined possible. Soon, W was down to just her panties and stockings, and they were making their way to the bed. I decided to stay out of the way, and around the corner so that W wouldn't see me, and wouldn't think about me. I really wanted her to get completely engrossed in the moment, and enjoy S completely.
Anyway, back to the "good part". So, before I knew it, S had removed W's panties and tossed them in my direction. Now, even though this memory is exactly one week old as I write this, my memory of this point starts to get a bit blurry. Well, not blurry, more of a collection of out-of-sequence images. Anyway, S kissed his way down W's body, teasing/pinching her nipples, and making his way down towards her pussy. Soon, he had a finger (two?) in her pussy, and his tongue working magic on her button. I could tell by W's reaction, that she really liked what he was doing. As they agreed (remember the whisper in the bar?), S continued his finger/tongue assault. Then, sure enough, I could see the tell-tale signs that W was on the cusp of going to Mecca. After she came, S laid back on the bed, and W returned the favor. From past experience, I knew what W was doing, and I could tell from S's moans, that it was all good.
Then, S was up, and was pulling on a condom. He laid back on the bed and W crawled on top. Now, I had told W that, one of my biggest turn-ons would be the moment she was first penetrated by another man. Well, at that point, she made much more of a moan than I had expected. It was obvious that she was really enjoying the sensation produced by the largest cock she had ever experienced.
They quickly went to a few other positions, and before long, W had another O. In our many years, two O's in one session, has always been the most I could coax out of her. Well, S did one better - W had a third O several minutes later, while they were in a scissor like position. By this time, W was reachiing the point of exhaustion. She let S know that she was "good"; and that she wanted him to come. As if on cue, S began to once again pick up the rhythm, and was soon coming in my wife, as though he were a deprived tiger catching prey for the first time after a drought.
'nuff for now - To be continued....................
