This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people.
But boy, I'd like it if it was...
Author's note: I took my time getting to this point – but from the start I intended this as a story of seduction.
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The following week goes quickly. Denise and I decide on the toys to bring, then pack them and our clothes. Denise, Lisa and I talk on Skype and decide that Lisa will meet us in the hotel lobby for drinks, then we'll go to an early dinner so we can all get acquainted.
And Denise lays out some ground rules – when we're in public it's all first names. And it's up to Lisa to decide whether or not to join us for the rest of the evening. However, if Lisa is going to stay then she is expected to bring her cuffs and collar.
We chat some more and say our good nights. After we hang up I turn to Denise and ask "So, any thoughts on how we do this?"
Denise turns to me with a puzzled look on her face. "Not getting you hon – besides getting into the car and driving to the hotel?"
I give her a half smile, shake my head. "No, in terms of our regular arrangement – us switching roles. With our adding Lisa to our fun and games, does that change anything? We should probably think about it and come up with a plan."
Denise grimaces, then replies. "I hadn't really thought that far ahead, but you've got a point there. We've got a few days before we see her though, so we'll come up with something."
We get up early on Saturday, put our bags into my vehicle and head off. It's a decent drive away, we figure four or so hours so to pass the time we discuss our game plan regarding Lisa. We settle on a strategy - that if she decides to return to our room for the evening we probably won't go into heavy scenes, and both of us stay dominant. Denise did ask that I let her take the lead for the evening and I readily agreed.
The miles go by and we get to the hotel, check in and bring our bags to our room. I'm impressed as Denise had gotten us a romance get-away package; it was a suite rather than a typical hotel room. It's large and spacious with the living room separate from the bedroom. The bathroom's also quite large, with a big Jacuzzi, a huge glass encased shower with multiple heads and a bidet. The floors and walls are done in a combination of Italian Travertine, ceramic and glass tile, and the room's well lit.
"Nice job dear, I'm impressed." I walk around, checking out the rest of the suite then bringing our bags into the bedroom.
"Thanks, I wanted something nice for us, as well as give us room to play if Lisa joins us." Denise follows me and we unpack our cases and put things away.
Denise had been putting things into the bathroom, calls out "Lisa will be meeting us in the lobby in a couple of hours, and I'm going to take a bath. Get me some wine and join me?" That explains the sound I had been hearing – Denise had been filling the tub.
I had already stocked the small fridge with the wine we had brought, so I uncorked a bottle and poured out a couple of glasses. Walking into the bathroom I was treated to the sight of Denise in the oversized bathtub, laying back and relaxing in the swirling water. I put the glasses down on the side of the tub, then remove my clothes, adding them to the pile Denise had already started.
I step into the hot water next to my wife, and lay down with my head opposite of hers and start to unwind from the drive. The water feels good and after passing her glass over I lay back and sip appreciatively.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I see is Denise at the mirror working on her hair. She must have noticed me stirring because she tells me "Lisa should be here in about half an hour, so you should be getting ready."
I pull the lever on the tub to unstop the water and get out of it, pulling down a towel and drying myself off while admiring Denise's back side. She catches me apprising her ass and sticks her tongue out at me through the mirror, turns around and with her hands on her hips gives me a shimmy shake – getting her boobies to do a little dance. Giggling she tells me to shake a leg, she's getting dressed.
I shave, brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I look in the mirror – not bad for a guy in his mid-50's I think to myself. I still have my hair even though it's peppered with iron gray; I've been careful not to get a gut and while I'm not a fanatic I do work out enough to be trim and decently muscled. I smile to the image looking back in the mirror, thinking that Denise hasn't been a slouch in that area either – she's a damn fine looking woman - for any age. I catch a lot of guys eyeing her, even the younger dudes.
I grin at the image staring back at me, then leave the bathroom to get dressed. Entering the bedroom I'm greeted by the sight of Denise dressed in her lingerie; black cup-less pushup bra and matching six strap suspender belt. Scrumptious. I watch approvingly as she rolls her stockings onto her legs, clipping them to her suspender belt. "No panties huh?" I ask.
"Nope, and you're going commando too dear. Lisa is going to be here soon, better hurry."
I get dressed in khaki slacks, light blue button down shirt and shoes. Denise heads into the bathroom to finish her makeup, she's wearing a blue blouse and black skirt with medium heels. We look like a nice, decently well off older couple ready for a pleasant afternoon and evening. Well, I smile to myself, that's exactly what we're going to be doing.
I head into the living room to get our jackets – Denise leaves the bathroom carrying the towels we had used. "Be a dear and head to the front desk – see if we can get fresh ones?"
I chuckle, take them from her and head out – luckily for me the maids are still working on the floor so I get the used ones exchanged quickly then head back to the room. Denise is waiting for me so we grab our jackets and take the elevator down to the lobby.
"You look nice dear" I say to Denise once the elevator doors close. And she does, in a modern June Cleaver-ish way, even to the string of pearls around her neck. I lean over to give her a peck on the cheek, and at the same time cup my hand on her ass over her skirt. She chuckles in response and the elevator car stops, indicating we've arrived on the lobby floor.
I straighten up, and as the doors open allow her to exit in front of me. We head towards the foyer and see Lisa just starting to walk in from the entryway. She's wearing a blue cotton chambray shirt dress – perfect I think to myself. That button front will make things so much easier later on. And even better, she's wearing glasses. And wow - that makes my imagination start to kick in – the whole nerdy good girl fantasy.
Denise leads me over, calling out "Lisa! It's great to finally meet you. You look lovely – obviously I'm Denise and this is Pat." Lisa looks at us, gives a slightly nervous smile and awkwardly holds her hand out, as if to offer it for either of us to shake, then puts it down as if she's unsure of what to do next. She settles for blowing an errant strand of hair out of her eyes – behold the geek I say to myself.
Denise gets next to her and gives her a kiss on the cheek, takes her hand and leads her towards the bar – chatting away. I follow behind as Denise leads us to a booth in the back. As the two ladies get seated I take their orders and head to the bar to get them. The place is dead, no one else in the joint except for a rather pretty lady bartender. We exchange some pleasantries as she starts up my tab and gets our drinks, after which I return with them to our booth.
I serve the two ladies then sit, and for the next couple of hours the three of us chat, getting to know each other. I was right, Lisa had started out nervous and not sure what to expect; however as the time went by I could tell she was relaxing and enjoying our company. It helped that I bought another couple of rounds – but after my first drink I kept to iced tea, explaining that I'd be driving when we went for dinner later.