When they arrived at their small hotel room, Angelina showered and sat on the bed, wrapped in a towel, while Victor unpacked their bags.
"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked, still facing the closet.
"I want to meet your friends! Especially Gabriel and... what is that girl's name?"
Victor chuckled and sat beside Angelina to kiss her on the cheek. He was already starting to get aroused at Angelina's interest in Mari. Mari knew more than anyone else about Victor's love life. Far more.
"Which girl, Angelina?"
She blushed. "Your childhood friend."
"I have a lot of those," he teased.
She pretended to tackle him, pushing him down to the bed and climbing on top. "You know... the girl who has fucked all your girlfriends while you watch?"
Victor rolled on top of her and laughed. "Oh, Marisol? Sure, we can meet her if you want." Victor undid her towel, exposing those beautiful tits still wet from the shower. He cupped one gently before bringing his mouth to her nipple. "It would mean a lot to me and her if you showed her your appreciation, though."
Angelina closed her eyes and arched her back slightly. "Appreciation?"
"For her attention. She's very picky about the girls we fuck." He slid down her body, kissing the soft skin of her chest and belly. He stroked the small triangle of hair, closely trimmed and clean. "She'll like this, I'm sure." His finger reached further back, pressing against her entrance. "But this is not nearly wet enough."
In a single quick movement, he slid his hands under her ass, sat up, and lifted her pussy to his mouth. The long tongue strokes were soft and first, and then he buried his face into her, turning his tongue in circles around her opening. He kissed the clit before sucking it gently. When Angelina's moans grew louder, he dropped her back onto the soft bed.
Angelina grunted in annoyance. "What else can I do to show my appreciation?"
Victor moved from the bed and handed her a pile of clothes he had assembled while Angelina was in the shower. "If you do want this to happen tonight, wear these. There's a little surprise in there, too."
She didn't say anything, but smiled slightly and took the clothes.
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Angelina's earlier arousal had faded into self-consciousness by the time they reached the bar that Marisol and Gabriel co-owned. She wore tall, strappy heels, and a lace crop top that left little to the imagination. Her skirt fell a few inches below her ass, but any breeze would reveal her trimmed pubic hair and, much worse, the small butt plug that had been hidden in the pile of clothes Victor gave her. As they walked from the hotel to the nearby bar, Angelina could feel all eyes on her and Victor. They both knew she looked like a prostitute, and they both enjoyed it.
The bar was crowded, tourists and lifelong residents alike grinding against each other to the loud music. A busty blonde managed the bar single-handedly. Angelina ogled her nipples, which stood out under the nearly sheer top. She moved quickly and efficiently, taking a quick break only when was done. At the center of the bar, she arched her back to let a drunk man in a suit slap her chest. Her breasts moved visibly under her shirt. The man handed her a twenty, satisfied.
"That's Marisol?" Angelina asked, not hiding her surprise.
Victor laughed. "Definitely not."
Together, they pushed through the crowd to the door beside the bar marked 'employees only'. The overly friendly bartender rushed towards them, putting a hand out to keep them from coming through.
She was about to yell at them when she looked at Victor and recognized his face. Her own face softened, and she gave him a hug. "Welcome back, sweetheart. Mari and Gabriel are inside." She turned towards Angelina, who looked bewildered, and smiled before going back to the bar.
Through the door was a well-lit hallway. There were three doors and a stairway.
Victor turned to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you sure you're okay to have a little fun with Mari?"
Angelina had had sex with women before and enjoyed it, but she had never had a threesome or let someone else watch. Still, her exhibitionist urges took control. "I'm ready."
"You're wonderful." He kissed her. "Okay, I'm going to go say hi to my friends, and I want you to get ready for me. Those stairs lead to a loft. When the lights aren't on, you can't see anything from downstairs, so don't worry about that. There should be a couch up there facing the edge of the loft. Behind it are two clips in the floor. I need you to hook your shoes to them, and bend that sexy ass over the couch while you wait for me. I shouldn't be more than a couple minutes. Got it?"
Angelina nodded eagerly and hurried up the stairs, not caring how her skirt was moving.
It was hard to find the clips in the soft violet light from downstairs, but she felt comfortable once she was settled in. Her legs were spread a few feet apart. The couch was far enough that she had to lean forward and stick her ass out. She wiggled it playfully, even though she knew she was alone. From her vulnerable position, she could see the people dancing below. She took comfort in the fact that they couldn't see her because of the light difference.
After a few minutes, she heard Victor coming. She moaned loudly to tease him. He stood behind her, legs almost touching, for a few minutes before roughly grabbing the plug. He twisted it, teasing her as he pulled it halfway out.
"Angelina, I need to tell you something."
The voice was husky but definitely feminine, and definitely not Victor's. Angelina collapsed into the sofa a bit, but felt even more aroused.
"Y- yes?"
"My name is Mari. I overheard your conversation with our dear Victor in the bathroom, and wanted to see for myself. But imagine my pleasure when I saw this!" With that, she yanked the plug out. Angelina heard it drop to the ground. Mari's firm hands caressed Angelina's ass before pulling the cheeks apart. Angelina felt her asshole and soaking pussy stretch as they were exposed. A single finger stroked Angelina's wetness and slipped inside.
Marisol pulled the finger out and stepped back. Slowly, she walked around to the front of the couch and sat down, turning to face Angelina.
Angelina was surprised to find a very austere-looking young woman. She couldn't have been more than 25, but her hair was piled into a bun, and she wore a black turtleneck. She was slender and stunning, with high cheekbones and a sly smile. Marisol traced her finger, still wet from Angelina's exposed pussy, around Angelina's lips. Angelina opened her mouth to let the finger in. She sucked it hungrily.
Mari smiled approvingly. "All Victor talks about it is how smart and gentle and sweet you are. He didn't mention anything about you being such a little slut."
There were footsteps on the stairs and hushed voices. "- no fucking idea where Mari went, but I guess it's a good thing. I want to show you Angelina's little ass before Mari gets to her."
Mari and Angelina looked at each other and grinned.
