Isabel's story:
I was at the boutique showing a customer some dresses, when my boss, she's a very attractive lady in her mid forties, told me I had a call. It was Mario, he asked me if I could meet him for lunch, I said yes immediately, he was in a meeting with some customers so he agreed to meet at his hotel's restaurant.
I had met Mario a couple of weeks earlier, he was a handsome Italian man, in his early fifties. He was a renown designer in Italy who was touring our country promoting his designs. He had asked me out to lunch and we went to a nearby restaurant. Just after he ordered a bottle of wine, he had pulled my head closer to him and kissed me, I was surprised at first, but I responded to his kiss. He slid his hand inside my blouse, after he undid the top buttons, and pulled one of my breasts out of my bra, squeezing my nipple between her fingers. He finally broke the kiss when the waiter arrived with the wine, my blouse was still open, leaving my breast almost bare but I didn't make any moves to cover myself. The waiter bended down to get a better look and I leaned forward a little so my nipple was visible through the opening of my blouse. Mario had already slid his hand up my thigh and was trying to get his fingers under my panties. I opened my legs a bit, to give him better access and he slid his finger into my vagina. As soon as the waiter left, he kissed me again and inserted a second finger inside me, moving them rapidly, massaging my clit with this thumb. I had a quick, short, unexpected orgasm before the food arrived and when it did, Mario started eating as if nothing unusual had happened. While we ate our food, we made small talk, and when we were having coffee, Mario just said, "I want you to go back to my hotel with me, I want to fuck you."
I wanted to, I wanted it real bad, Mario had really turned me on, he was so sure of himself. But I didn't want to hurt Mark, we had talked about having other sex partners several times, but had never done it actually and I knew what Mark meant was doing it with another couple. So I wasn't sure how we would react if I went with Mario.
I told Mario all this, and he said it was OK, he would be stopping in town again before he flew back to Italy and he said he would call me then to see if I'd made up my mind.
That night after dinner Mark and I were sitting in the living room, watching TV when I told him about Mario and how I hadn't gone to him event hough I wanted to, "Of course you could have gone with him, Isabel." he said, "we have been talking about this for a while and you know I wouldn't mind, but I appreciate what you did," he pulled me closer to him, kissed me and then continued, "We know that fucking some one else doesn't mean we don't love each other any less."
"But we've talked about doing with another couple, but this was different, you weren't there" I said.
Mark replied caressing my leg over my dress, "Well, it just happened that way, but no, I don't mind, I think each one of us should be free to choose whom and when we are going to fuck. Of course I would love to see you fucking another man, but if you really want to fuck somebody and I'm not there, that's fine with me. Hell, just thinking about it has given me a hard on"
I kissed Mark and felt his cock through his pants, just as he said, it was already hard. I took it out and straddled him, I didn't even want to wait to take off my panties, so I just pushed them to side and placed Mark's cock at my opening, sinking into it in one fluid motion. I was so wet it slid easily until it was completely buried in me. I began moving up and down, riding his cock, and even though I was looking at Mark's eyes, I was fantasizing it was Mario inside of me. Mark must have sensed this because he said, "Yes, darling, fuck me, fuck me good, fuck me like you would fuck Mario". I did and soon we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm.
Now I was going to fuck Mario, just the thought made me my juices start flowing. I called Mark, and asked him to join us, I wanted him to watch Mario fucking me, and then I wanted to fuck him too. He said he might be a little late because he had a meeting but would meet us at the hotel as soon as he got free. I didn't know if Mario would agree to having Mark participate but I hoped he would, I was still determined to fuck him and I knew Mark wouldn't mind if he couldn't join us.
I had never been with two men at the same time and the thought made me get even hornier. I was a bit distraught the rest of the morning, and finally, Bobby, my boss told me I could leave a little early, by the expression on her face I though she might have an idea of what I was up to, she probably overheard some of the conversations I had with Mario and Mark. I was the first to arrive at the hotel bar, on the way over I had taken off my bra and panties and now I was only wearing a skirt and a loose knitted pullover. My nipples, which were already hard with expectation, poked through the material. I ordered a glass of red wine while I waited, the waiter, a young man still full of pimples, couldn't help staring at my nipples and blushing scarlet while he fussed with the napkins and a small plate of peanuts, rearranging them several times so he could get a longer look.
Mario arrived first, he was carrying a shopping bag, he came to my table and kissed me, a hard and long kiss, just like the last time. He sat and ordered a beer and he kissed me again while the waiter went to get it, slipping his hand under my skirt. When the waiter came back, he broke the kiss but didn't take his hand off my pussy, he had already inserted a finger in my cunt and mas moving it around it. After leaving the beer on the table, the waiter hovered around the adjacent tables without taking his eyes off me. When Mario had me on the brink of orgasm, he pulled his hand away, and said "Before I make you come, I want you to go to the ladies room and put on this dress," he pointed to the box which he had laid on one of the chairs. "I made it specially for you. Then we will have another drink and go up to my room."
"First there is something I want to tell you." I replied, "I've asked my husband to join us here."
"Have you really?" he asked. He didn't looked surprised.