We had been alone in the hotel room for one hour before we heard the knock on the door. We had spent most of this time looking at each other anxiously, wondering whether we were doing the right thing. It was tense. It was exciting. The night was but young. The two men we were waiting for were hopefully as excited and nervous as us, although they did sound a little more confident in organising the whole evening. We met them through an online swingers service, and the rest was history. It didn't take long for them to ease us into it, and hey, at the end of the day we were willing and able. They had emailed us their pictures, and you had decided they were physically attractive to you. Both of them were experienced swingers, and when we arrived at the hotel at midnight, we saw they had carefully planned every step.
The hotel room featured an open bathroom with a shower and spa, separated by a slightly frosted glass door. The room was centred round the king sized bed, and it was clear this room was the honeymoon suite. Several bunches of fresh long stemmed roses filled the air with a gentle perfume. A package awaited us on the bed. A note: instructing us to light the candles spread around the room in a number of candelabras, and indicating that there was an outfit for you to change into inside the closet. There was also 3 bottles of champagne, one of which I had opened almost as soon as I laid eyes on it! I poured us a glass each and inspected the wardrobe. As they said, there was an outfit hanging on a hanger. Cautiously, you walked over to me, and shut the door.
"I don't want to put this on yet." You said, sipping your champagne for extra courage.
We had but half an hour until they were to arrive, at a little after 12.30am. They were at a work function, and as they both seemed very wealthy, we assumed they would be spending the night kissing corporate ass.
We sat on the bed together, drinking and giggling at our predicament. I got up and started to light the candles, whilst making idle conversation to help ease our nerves. After a little while I went out onto the balcony and surveyed the city views from our rooftop suite. You explained you were going to shower and get changed, and as all the candles were lit, there was only one thing left to do. I came back inside and placed Marvin Gaye in the CD player, to which we both laughed as you disappeared into the bathroom.
Standing outside drawing the cool smoke of my cigarette I listened to the shower beating down inside. I thought of how apprehensive you first were at this idea, and then relished the slow discovery that this fantasy turned you on beyond anything we had ever constructed. I remembered the way you would tell this fantasy in bed, and the manner in which you slowly evolved it until it was mind-shatteringly erotic! I recalled the way you would orgasm harder and harder as you told the story, which was originally just for my benefit. It didn't take long for this fantasy to belong to us both. Then, almost before we could get our heads around it, it was becoming reality.
As I heard the shower turn off, I walked back inside and drew the curtains, then dimmed the lights so they matched the warm glow of the many candles burning. I heard you fumbling and giggling from the bathroom, indicating your amusement at your chosen attire. I poured us another glass of champagne, and sat light-headed on the bed. You emerged from the steamy bathroom a sight from which I could not steer my eyes. You stood awkwardly, laughing at yourself, yet to me, you looked incredible. Understated. Sexy. Elegant. Divine.
You had on a white satin gown that barely covered your butt, which you had left open to reveal to me what was inside. A white lacy bra that was so see through I could see your nipples quite clearly, as well as the fact that they were extremely erect. Your underwear was a matching g-string, which was equally as transparent. I had to contain myself as I had an erection begging to be freed from my pants. Your legs and feet were bare, and as you walked to me, my jaw was on the floor as we embraced. You drank another glass of champagne and tied your robe at the front. I could almost see your butt as you stood and walked to the mini-bar for the second bottle.
Then the door knocked.
You looked at me with a look of apprehension, and I gave you a wink as I whispered across the room to you.
"Take a seat."
You sat on the edge of the bed, sitting up straight with your bare legs and feet hanging over the side of the bed, facing the door as I walked over and opened it. The two men were standing outside, smelling of expensive aftershave and dressed to kill. I shook their hands and ushered them in. They walked straight up to you and introduced themselves. You had seen their pictures before, but nothing had prepared you for the reality of seeing them standing before you. Your face was softly blushed, and I knew why.
John was first to greet you. He was in his early 30s, dressed in a fine black suit, and was a little taller than me. He was clean-shaven, with an olive complexion and dark hair. He looked like he attended a gym, without being too huge. He was handsome, in a subtle way, and exuded the calm energy of someone preparing to be in his element.
Glen was next. He was a little shorter and a little less solid. He was slightly younger, and had a fairer complexion. He too wore a suit, which looked tailor made, fitting like a glove. He handshake was gentle and reassuring, the look in his eye, however, as he looked you over, suggested he was already thinking about what you looked like beneath your robe.
You were blushing at the sight of these two, and your heart was racing. Both men complimented you on your beauty. They remarked at the glow of your skin, and the overall loveliness of your shape. John sat down on the bed by your side and asked us if we found everything was in order. We both agreed the place was fantastic, and I nervously (and a little stupidly) joked that the champagne was even better! Glen laughed and kicked off his shoes, before climbing on the bed and sitting behind you. I had noticed your chest already starting to blush slightly, and I knew this was going to be one hell of a night. My pants were nearing the point of explosion yet again.
Glen moved his hands up and began massaging your neck and shoulders. You looked at me and I gave you a wink, and then your eyes fell shut instantly. John stood up and began telling us about their crazy night, and how much they looked forward to meeting you when it was all over. Glen added to the conversation, and they discussed their excitement for the evening, and how much they had laboured over the photos we sent them of you. Both men were very calming, and neither seemed too pushy or demanding. John had also mentioned that at any time if any of us wanted to slow things down, or had changed our minds, all we had to do was say so. With your eyes still closed, you uttered a sound that revealed you were not concerned at the moment, and as your shoulders eased under Glen's hands, John smiled from ear to ear. You didn't see him, but he had stood up in front of you and begun to undress. I sat silently in the kitchenette already ready to orgasm!
When you opened your eyes, John had sat down at your feet. He was now bare-chested, and wore nothing but his pants. He had a gym fit body, and a good tan. I watched your eyes gazing at his body. He slid forward and put your feet in his lap, the heels of your feet resting squarely in his groin. He took one foot and began to massage. You were clearly becoming more and more relaxed by the moment. John kissed your feet, and you laughed softly.
Meanwhile, Glen was still rubbing your shoulders, and he moved forward on the bed, placing a leg on either side of you from behind, sitting so his groin pressed into you from behind. You could feel the bulge in his pants straight away, and he made sure you noticed by gyrating slowly at the base of your back. He massaged you slowly and deliberately, taking special care to move his fingertips across the tops of your breasts from around your shoulders as he kneaded your flesh.
Then he leant forward and began kissing your neck. After a moment of hesitation, I saw you sigh at the sensation as he nibbled your ears. I do not know whether it was a combination of the champagne and the heat in the room, but you had relaxed totally, and he slid his arms around your sides and held you close to him. He moaned with delight as he caressed your stomach, and slowly undid your gown, pulling it down over your arms in one very gentle movement, kissing your shoulders and arms as he did so. Your hard nipples were very obvious, and both men took delight in staring at them. After touching your stomach for some time, Glen slid his hands onto your breasts and cupped them lightly, and then began slowly caressing them. His pace quickened, and he was rolling his hands round you breasts, working all of your tension up into your nipples. You let you head fall back onto his chest and he slid his hands inside and grabbed each of your nipples, pulling gently. I could see his hands moving around inside your bra and I was getting so hard! When you inhaled and your chest rose, he cupped your bare breasts, working his way to your nipples over and over. He moved his hands out of your bra, leaving your breasts fully covered, and reached around behind you and unclipped it. You had started to moan softly yourself, as he slid the bra and your gown over your arms in one effort. Your bare breasts were now exposed and John stopped what he was doing to stare and compliment you. You smiled with your eyes shut. You were sitting now with your breasts fully exposed, naked but for a tiny g-string.
Glen moved slowly away, stood up, and began undressing. He stripped to his satin boxers, and whispered to you.
"Rachel, open your eyes. Look at me, please."
You opened your eyes and saw him standing to your side as you sat on the bed, your feet still in John's lap. You noticed he too was quite fit and toned, but a little slimmer then John. He also had a huge erection throbbing inside his boxers. I noticed then, as I am sure he did, that you couldn't take your eyes off this bulge. He grinned and spoke.
