I stand next to Robert as he checks into the hotel. He looks at my swelling breasts as I take a deep breath, shifting between feet. I'm nervous. We've been dating a few months and I've offered him a threesome for his birthday. He willingly accepted. A little too quickly I have thought. I picked out the woman, a stranger from a net group - my fantasy, my choice. He doesn't know other than it is a woman.
His trousers bulge in anticipation. My lack of panties excites me. The downtown hotel is cheap which adds to the adventure, the naughtiness. I can feel the pounding in my chest, the tingling between my thighs, the nervousness coursing though my body. I've dressed in my sluttish clothes - short skirt with my ass almost visible, a shier blouse with my nipples plainly visible, overly high-heel shoes. As if the blouse weren't shier enough, I leave several buttons unfastened.
The clerk stares at me as if I'm a prostitute. I smile and wink knowingly, then ask Robert whether he is ready to go to the moon a few times and if he brought the cash. The clerk clears his throat, probably ready to unload in his pants.
As Robert takes the key, I send the text message - '412'. He grins, and we walk to the elevator, his hand firmly on my ass pulling my skirt a little higher for the clerk. I can feel his fingers deep in the crack and my pussy floods.
Halfway to the bed, I tease him with a flash of snatch and a large grin. He pulls me close. I feel his erection beg for release from his trousers. I remind him of the guest, that he needs to wait. He frowns, asking how much longer.
There is a knock on the door. I open it, and study her for a moment. She's wearing a short black dress that plunges down the front to her navel. Her missing leg hidden underneath is mysterious. The other is long, slender, and perfect - bare with a stiletto high-heel.
"Wow." The word escapes me wantonly, my fantasy.
"Do I get to see?" he begs.
"In time, honey."
I watch the surprised and shocked looks covering his face.
"She's.... She's missing...." He blathers.
"So?" I reply. "This will be different. Perfect." For me, I know it will be.
I pull her close. Our bodies touch teasingly. I lift her skirt in the back and expose her ass to him while giving it playful slaps.
She steps back and crutches towards him while introducing herself - Monique. I watch, still greatly aroused from the hug, as she takes him in her arms and begins to kiss his mouth deeply. I can see him rub his hand over her ass as they begin to grind together.
I move towards the bed and sit with one leg crossed over the other. A foot swings idly as I unbutton my blouse and leave it dangling open. I watch his hand hold her skirt up and stroke her ass cheeks, but my attention is mostly on the short piece of thigh hanging below her left hip. I tightly squeeze my thighs together. The swinging foot helps vibrate parts that beg for attention. A pleasing tingle flows though me.
They slow waltz towards the bed. Her crutches clang to the floor as she sits next to me. He rubs the bulge in the trousers, seeming to not care about the missing leg anymore. Boy, do I ever care. His hands fumble with the belt.
She holds a hand up. "Just watch, for now."
I'd never been with a woman, never had a threesome. Since meeting, we'd been working through a list of untried sex - in the ocean, in the ass, in elevators. We'd each cross-dressed in public for the other. I'd walked on crutches for him, once pretending to be missing a leg. I got the feeling that it didn't do much for him. It did for me, more than he will ever understand.
Still struggling with my feelings, she softly touches my arm. Her cheek brushes mine. The light fragrance of her skin fills my nostrils. She gives me a teasing kiss.
"He thinks this is for him," she whispers near my ear just loud enough for only me to hear. She quickly sucks the earlobe. "It's for us." She sucks again, and I feel the tension in my body ebb away.
The bed gives some as he sits behind her. His hand slips up her stomach and cups a breast roughly as he usually does mine.
"In time," she says, pushing him back.
He moves to an overstuffed chair near the bed and undresses. He slouches, a hand lightly strokes the erection, and eyes drill angry holes in both of us. "My birthday," he snarls.
She ignores the complaint, dragging a fingertip around my nipple. I glance at the darkened window with the curtain open. The thought that there might be an audience excites me unexpectedly. She uncovers my left shoulder, letting the blouse slide halfway down my arm. Soft sounds escape her mouth as her warm breath blows across the nipple.
