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Connie pulled into the reception area of her favorite hotel. It was located in a small town on the outskirts of a larger city. She had been on the road for two days and had high expectations for her two-night stay.
She was a businesswoman who travelled to the near by city on a monthly basis. Normally she flew in on an early morning flight for head office meetings, stayed over night and flew home the next day.
She scheduled the trip by car at least once a year, usually in the early fall when the forests were spectacular and the days had that soft feel in a lead up to a normally harsh winter. The longer trip allowed her a few days of escape and freedom from the pressures of business and a broken marriage.
She was an attractive impeccably dressed forty-year-old woman. Her attire shifted from formal business to trendy and tasteful slacks and sweaters for this trip. She was tall and slender, wore just the right amount of makeup and normally presented an in control presence. This distant attitude enabled her to fend off personal advances from others and to maintain her integrity as a competent businesswoman in a world controlled by men. She was an ‘Ice Queen’ in the eyes of associates and competitors yearning to bed her. The past few days on the road had softened her demeanor, now presenting as approachable.
She left her car with an attendant and followed the doorman into the small but elegant hotel. She said to the desk clerk, “Am I too late to book into your dining room for this evening? I totally forgot to request it when I made my reservation.”
The clerk responded, “Yes well the dining room is always booked, but we make every effort to accommodate our hotel guests and especially returning guests. Welcome back Madam. If you don’t mind dining late I will ask the concierge to find a way to work you in. Could you be in the bar area by 8 pm or so?”
Connie said, “Oh yes great, thank you, I don’t mind a late dinner at all.”
She followed the bellman to the elevator. The hotel was European in style and service with all employees dressed formally and with an attitude suggesting that while polite they still knew best. Her room was elegantly furnished and after the bellman attended to her bags, pulled the drapes open and carried out final room checks, Connie peered out over a river flowing swiftly past the hotel grounds.
She undressed quickly and pulled on a form fitting tracksuit and runners. She adjusted her breasts as she checked her image in the mirror, smiling as she thought that she might as well do a little advertising before dinner! Who knew who else might be out for a jog along the river?
On her return to the room she showered and pulled on a hotel robe to lie in bed to rest and read for a short time, her excitement building for the evening to come.
She thought back to her visit one year previous when she had met a great-looking guy who had also been waiting in the bar area for a dinner slot. They had dined together; really hit it off and Connie had enjoyed an evening of slick seduction and pure “no holds barred’ sex for the first time in years.
She had not reserved dinner this year in order to have that half hour or so of waiting in the bar, a more likely place to meet someone than while sitting at her dinner table. The hotel had become a much talked about destination for fine dining and elegant service and enjoyed a steady clientele of traveling businessmen.
That memorable night last year had cleared her mind and forced her to realize that she had missed a lot in life while destroying a marriage with a decent guy in her climb up the ladder to business success. It had been a relief to surrender to someone’s wishes rather than to dominate as she strove to do while working. She was now determined to make the time to enjoy the pleasures of life while she was still young and desirable.
A few miles from the hotel, a couple were preparing for a night out at that same highly touted dining room. Lawrence, ‘don’t call me Larry’, and his wife Victoria ‘don’t call me Vicky’, posed together in front of a full-length mirror to confirm the co-ordination of their evening wear. It was not the time of year or the occasion to be full formal but smart and elegant was in order, Lawrence in slacks, turtle neck sweater, sports jacket and loafers while Victoria wore an off the shoulder peasant blouse and flared skirt with semi-heels, each in combinations of pale gray and white.
They matched perfectly physically. Lawrence had a tall muscular build and confident demeanor, while Victoria was short and voluptuous and assumed a slightly shy and diffident appearance. In fact, there was more steel in Victoria than apparent and there was no dominant partner in the relationship.
Their marriage had been childless and as they approached fifty years of age they had sought ways to keep interest and excitement as part of their lives by engaging in swapping and group sex. They could be classed as sexual predators while şişli escort they would point out that they only feasted on the very willing with interests identical to their own. They had a beautiful home on the river that included a special salon to entertain their occasional conquests.
The targets were normally other couples but occasionally when Victoria was in the mood, a lucky single man was selected for a nights’ pleasure. Victoria had no trouble attracting men and Lawrence, after some initial reluctance, had come to enjoy watching his enthusiastic wife get laid.
Lawrence leaned in and hefted one big boob in his hand as he kissed her cheek and whispered, “You look like dynamite in that blouse baby. I expect that I will be fighting off the unescorted guys tonight.”
Victoria giggled and said, “Maybe the one I want tonight will be part of a couple. But maybe not!” She wanted sex this night and was ready for either development. She continued, “You shouldn’t complain though, you always become aroused when I take on a loner. By the time you watch me get off you are so ready to prove your masculinity that you barely let me catch my breath before you are at me. I do it for both of us baby. It’s big time fun.”
Lawrence said, “Oh, oh, I can see that you are primed and ready for tonight! Pity the poor guy who first climbs in bed with you. But I’m not worried babe, I’ll be fine, I will either have some strange pussy or a death defying joining with you, hopefully both. The moon is full my love, who knows were this night will end!”
Connie arrived at the bar area about thirty minutes ahead of time. She was dressed in a knitted sand colored dress that clung to her body from shoulders to just below her cheeks and then flared out with an added hem ending above the knees. She was braless but was wearing a thong. Despite her slim build her body shimmered like jelly as she moved. She had schemed to be eye catching and she was.
It was a quiet night with very few others waiting for a dinner call. There was one foursome and several couples, most of whom were being called for the 8 pm sitting. The maître de stopped by to assure her that he would soon have an opening for her, his French accent confirming his name tag ‘Henri’.
There was one couple obviously paying her some attention. They were a good-looking pair and Connie was mildly curious about their interest. Time was running out in hopes for a dining partner. She noted the maître de stopping by their table.
Lawrence said to the maître de, “What about that lady in the corner table Henri. What’s her story?”
Henri bent to whisper in his ear, “She’s alone waiting for a spot and without an escort for the evening. She is probably looking for a pickup of some sort. I recall her from a year or so ago when one of our regular guys asked her to join him. They left together.” The last said with raised eyebrows.
Lawrence checked in with a glance at Victoria, who nodded her approval before saying, “Good thanks Henri, ask her if she would care to join us.” A pair of twenties beamed into Henri’s pocket.
Connie was surprised as Henri reappeared and asked her if she would like to join the couple now looking towards her. He said, “They are regulars madam. Mr. Roberts and his wife live only a few miles from here and I can certainly vouch for them.”
Connie glanced towards the couple as Lawrence lifted his glass in a toast combined with a pleasant smile. Victoria peered coyly at her with lips slightly pursed in an apparent hopeful invitation. Connie looked up at Henri and said, “Thank you, I would love to join them.”
Henri nodded discreetly at the Roberts who came over and introduced themselves before Henri guided them to their table. The table was actually a ‘U’ shaped booth with padded seats and a view over the river racing past under the full moon. It was obviously ‘their booth’ and secluded to a degree from the rest of the dining area.
After settling in, with one host on each side of Connie, cocktails and a bottle of wine were ordered. It was all very cozy.
Connie opened the conversation by asking about Henri. “Is he really French?” she asked.
Lawrence smiled and explained, “Well no, he’s actually a local, real name Ron Smith, he is a fixture here and his French accent gets stronger every year.”
Connie laughed with them and said, “Oh damn, sort of lowers the glamour of the evening a bit. He is very convincing so will give him that.”
Connie was pretty sure by this time that she had been invited to their table with more than companionship in mind. But that was okay, she did not feel threatened and in fact was both curious and excited. They were easy to chat with and she was very open to them. It took very little time for a nice soft feeling to envelop the three of them. Lawrence was very attentive to her while Victoria took every opportunity to touch her hand or arm with each chuckle or reaction to something Connie said.
Connie bayan escort glanced at Victoria and said, “You apparently dine here regularly. Do you often save some lonely person from dining by themselves?”
Victoria smiled and responded, “We do dine here quite regularly and we prefer this dining room to any in the city. And yes, we often ask a couple or a person to join us, the room is always booked and we enjoy conversation with someone new and different.” With that she slowly stroked Connie’s arm while focusing on her eyes. A chill raced through Connie’s body, she suddenly felt like prey.
She felt Lawrence’s hip brushing hers as he said, “We usually invite couples, and occasionally a single guy for Victoria, but you are our first lady invitee. You are very striking, we could not let you slip away without asking.”
Connie was not really shocked, she had given them the opening after all, she was curious about their intent and especially about his comment about ‘a single guy for Victoria’. Without thinking, she touched Lawrence’s knee under the table and then Victoria’s and said, “How nice, I do thank both of you, I was really hoping to find a dinner companion and finding two doubles the pleasure.” Her hand lingered on Victoria’s bare knee and she deliberately allowed her fingertips to glide up under her skirt just a little.
Victoria’s eyes went dull and opaque as she said in a barely audible whisper, “Oh baby.”
Connie’s heart was pounding. God she had really started things. She had read them correctly and sensed their reaction to be one of victory, mission accomplished. She was considering if she was actually prepared for a threesome this night. She was ready indeed.
Connie had not been erotically involved with a woman since her college days, and then only when practicing for dates with a roommate. The practices had become very intimate by the end of the school year often resulting in an orgasm. But that was it, she had met a few other women in the intervening years that struck a spark in her, but Victoria was the first one who lit a flame. She was also attracted to Lawrence and she imagined that she would readily spread for him if events evolved as she now hoped.
Lawrence took control and said, “We like to meet new and attractive people who have thoughts and wishes similar to ours.” He paused and locked eyes with Connie. “We have a beautiful home on the river just a few miles away, and we would love for you to join us for the late evening or the night. Think about it but first let’s enjoy the wonderful menu.”
Connie said softly, “Thank you, that might be nice.” She felt a hand on each knee gently pulling her legs apart. She smiled at both of them and said, “Whew!” They pulled her legs a little wider. Wet thong and hard nipples became the order of the day. She gazed boldly at Victoria’s big soft tits.
Connie became the primary inquisitor as the dinner wore on, her mind and body melting into an intense desire to get laid. Her host’s responses were direct and provocative. She said, “I’m curious, we are apparently talking sex so when you do bring a couple for a night to your home, do you swap partners? If you do are you in the same room?”
Victoria answered, “A lot depends on the other lady. Some are open to sex with me and some are not. If she is then she and I usually get it on in bed with our husbands watching. Sometimes we get off but usually we just warm everybody up and then lay back in invitation. There is no feeling like it; you lay there horny and ready but not knowing which one is going to climb you, but hoping for the new guy first!
A lot can happen when guests stay overnight. The sex takes on a life of it’s own and is always memorable. And we are always together in one room; we have a very big bed. If you join us tonight events will depend entirely on your preferences.”
Connie was very aroused but changed her line of questioning as she said, “But then what happens when you pick up a single guy? If you,” she paused searching for words, “enjoy him, what does Lawrence do?”
Lawrence said, “Oh I watch. It took me a while to adjust to watching another man make love to Victoria. But she becomes so excited having sex with someone new that it only arouses me more, and especially if it is a single guy. I’ve grown to enjoy fucking Victoria’s wet deck.” Connie gulped silently at the mental vision.
Connie was really jacked up and her cheeks were flushed, wishing that one or both them would make a physical move on her. She said, “Okay, you say that you have never invited a single woman to your place, so what might happen if I join you?” She realized that she was becoming too clinical and business-like with her questions, but she really wanted to know.
Victoria smiled and said, “Like I said Connie it will be your call although we do have some ideas,” she smiled at Lawrence. “We both desire you and if you join us tonight, I know that we will both have you istanbul escort in some fashion and we don’t care who gets you first. Maybe both at once?”
With that she placed her hand in Connie’s lap, her knuckles rubbing her mound. Connie remained frozen, slowly parting her legs as Victoria leaned in for a light kiss and touch of tongue. She said, “You are not experienced with another woman are you baby? Don’t worry I can hardly wait to show you the way.”
Connie breathed out and said, “You’re not giving me any room to say no!”
It seemed to take forever to finish up the meal, wait for the Bill, pay it and get the hell out of there. Henri absorbed another twenty from Lawrence’s hand as they rose from the table.
But then Connie remembered her business meeting tomorrow. She would have to leave fairly early to get into the city on time. Lawrence told her not to worry and she should retrieve her business clothes for tomorrow from her room and that he would drive her to the city in the early morning and bring her back the next evening. Connie nodded without realizing that she had committed to a full night with her seducers.
Victoria moved quickly to add fuel to Connie’s erotic thoughts and moved in close as they settled into the spacious back seat of their car. She said, “Relax Connie, nothing happens that you don’t want to happen.” She leaned in for a soft kiss.
Connie’s body slumped in surrender and said, “That’s my problem Victoria, and I can’t think of anything that I don’t want to happen!” Victoria pushed her knee between Connie’s legs as they rolled to face each other their breasts rubbing against the others.
Lawrence glanced into the back seat and smiled, “Ladies, not so fast, wait for me, we’ll be home in three minutes!” He had seen Victoria with other women but her intensity with Connie was at a new level. She was claiming most of their conquests’ attention and he was very determined to claim some for himself. This was one very beautiful and apparently very horny lady. He grasped his erection through his pants, squeezed it as he slowed to watch his wife’s hand slide up under Connie’s dress. ‘Too fast, too fast Victoria’ he thought, and said out loud, “We’re here ladies!”
Lawrence disappeared as Victoria guided Connie to a bedroom of her own to arrange her toiletry and hang up her business clothes for the next morning. She helped Connie out of her form-fitting dress. She licked her lips as her pert tits popped out nipples erect. She pulled off her own blouse and stepped out of her skirt to stand locking eyes with Connie. She turned to allow Connie to unhook her half-bra.
Victoria’s two large globes fell out of the loosened bra. Connie reached in under her arms to clasp and fondle the warm soft beauties whispering, “Oh God Victoria, they are magnificent.”
Victoria covered Connie’s hands with her own and smiled, “They are definitely my best feature. But let’s slow things down. I’ll take my panties off, but you leave your thong on. Lawrence will take it off when we get in the tub. He likes to keep them for his trophy room.”
Connie laughed, “Is he that sure he’s going to have me for a trophy?”
Victoria smiled at her and said, “Oh yes baby, he’s going to fuck that tight pussy and you know it.”
Connie felt a twinge between her legs and thought ‘Oh I know it’ but also would have liked to continue messing with Victoria who however seemed determined to join her husband. She had to be content with watching Victoria remove her panties to display a finely trimmed orange bush framed by wide white hips. They pulled on fuzzy white robes.
It was more a boudoir than a salon, featuring one huge four poster bed, a bar, a hot tub set in a bay window, indirect lighting and an assortment of mirrors, erotic paintings and drapes. Soft instrumental music filled the room in some form of surround sound. Lawrence was also wearing a robe while standing behind the bar pouring champagne into three glasses.
They stood in a little circle with their champagne. Lawrence toasted Connie and then leaned in and kissed her softly. He stepped back as Victoria did the same. Connie’s heart was pounding with both anticipation and a sort of fear. She was sure that she was not nearly as good as these two when it came to sexual athleticism. For the first time in her life she wondered if she could be good enough.
They drifted over to the hot tub. The moon was settling below the horizon but still high enough to reflect off of the river. Lawrence said, “Not to worry Connie, the window is one way glass,” he grinned.
Victoria took Connie’s glass as Lawrence moved behind her to remove her robe. He moved in front of her and slowly pulled the thong clear of her pussy lips and down her legs and off. He slipped the thong into his robe pocket. He kissed her neck and then guided her into the hot tub. He repeated the same with Victoria as she nestled down beside Connie in the bubbling scented water. They both turned to watch him drop his robe before settling in on the other side of Connie.
He had a full bloom erection, both ladies eyeing it as he sat down. Victoria held Connie’s hand as she said, “Get used to it baby, it’ll be sticking out like that as long as you are near and naked.”
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