We have had some lovely responses to Part 1 of Our First Adventure -- thank you so much. So, this is Part 2, written by me, Emma. We hope you enjoy x
Emma
I had got to the station early. It had been raining and the dark clouds did not help my mood. I was worried. The station announced my train was now boarding but I waited on the concourse. My eyes kept scanning the steps coming up from the Underground and, just to the left, the entrance from the street outside. If you know Paddington Station, you'll know exactly where I was. The train left in 5 minutes and Eddie hadn't arrived yet.
I hadn't really seen him since I left the bar last night. I had crept into our bed at about 1.30 this morning. I was absolutely worn out and although he put his body against my back and started to stroke my ass, I had taken his hand and wrapped it around my naked body, and just held his hand to my breasts. And even though I could feel his rock-hard cock in the small of my back, there was no way I could have made love to him.
I was woken by my phone alarm. It was 10am and Eddie had gone. I glanced around the room. He had had a cup of tea, but his suitcase was gone. I got quickly out of bed. I was a little hungover, and my body ached and my pussy was tender. I then saw a note with Eddie's handwriting. "I didn't want to wake you I have an early meeting. See you at Paddington. The train leaves at 4 xxx ps I set your alarm. You must book out by 11 "
I was relieved but as the day went on, I became increasingly worried. I had been so tired, and not surprisingly, given I had been fucked senseless for three hours by two complete strangers. Flashes of those hours kept spinning through my head. I should have made love to him and told him how much I loved him and how special he was. Instead, he had gone off to work without even a kiss. Yes, I was very worried.
Last night had been the most thrilling, exhilarating and liberating night of my life. And it all started with a smile. He had just walked in and bought a drink and then casually scanned the bar. He was quite handsome and as I caught his eye I gave him a nice big smile. He hesitated for a second then beamed a smile back. Oh, I wonder? He signed for his drink and walked over and asked if he could join me. His name was Andy. I think he was in his mid-forty's, perhaps a little overweight, but he had lovely eyes. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring but he noticed mine. I told him I was with my husband, but he had abandoned me and wouldn't be back until late. He told me he was meeting a friend for a few drinks and a bite to eat, and would I like to join them? "Yes, that would be lovely" I replied and said I'd just message hubby and tell him he had missed his chance.
His friend was called Nigel and was a tall dark and handsome man, I'd guess 6ft 4ins, and perhaps five or six years younger than Andy. They were very chatty, and I happily flirted with them and, after some food and more fizz, we went to lively cellar bar. More fizz, and as we chatted and laughed, the guys took every opportunity to press against me and put their arms around my waist and their hands against my bum. And Nigel managed to get behind me and press against me, and I could feel an impressive package against my back.
We got back to the hotel relatively around 10pm and as the guys got the drinks, I messaged Eddie. I didn't want him walking in and making a scene and although I knew he wouldn't do that I was still a bit worried. But I wanted him to know what was happening.
Nigel sat next to me and Andy opposite, and Andy was clearly a bit miffed at not being next to me, so I made sure he could see my thighs and pushed my foot against his calf and opened my legs slightly so he could see my stocking tops. They were both chatting and laughing and Nigel's hand stroked my shoulder and Andy leant back to get a better view of my legs.
And then I saw Eddie. My heart missed a beat, and I flushed, and I felt my pussy tingle. He didn't seem to see me. The chaps were chatting to me, but I didn't hear them. Eddie picked up his beer and walked straight towards us. Oh god, he looked serious, but he turned and went to a seat nearby. My heart was thumping but I my nipples were hard, and my pussy was moist, and my clit was throbbing. I was so turned on just by him being close by and seeing me with these men and knowing what I would be doing to them, and what they will be doing to me.
I tried my best to chat and laugh whilst all the time I wanted to look at my husband. What was he thinking, what was he feeling?? I felt Nigel's hand on my inner thigh, and he started to rub the top of my stockings and I opened my legs so he could feel my flesh above the tops. Andy looked at me, there was a hint of "what about me" so I slipped off my shoe and put my foot against his crotch. He beamed me a smile. A few more sips of fizz and I quickly got my phone from my purse and, pretending just to be checking something, messaged Eddie. I put my phone away and slipped my shoe back on and, summoning up all the courage I could, said "why don't we all go up to Andy's room to finish our drinks?"
Their faces were a picture. I was shaking, and I was slightly worried I'd fall over, but I stood up and picked up my jacket and purse, and with Andy and Nigel either side of me we walked away, heading for the lifts. I knew Eddie would be following my ass with his eyes and wondering what was about to happened. And I loved it. And then just before we went out of sight I glanced back, as you do to check you hadn't left anything (which of course I had) and looked directly at my fabulous husband. I smiled and I blew him a kiss.
I had never felt so nervous or so excited in my life as we walked to the lift. I tried to act cool, laughing and joking as the three of us walked to Andy's room. On entering his room, I excused myself and used the bathroom. Oh, fucking hell, am I really going to do this? This wasn't going to be a quick fumble, nor a quick fuck. I was about to have a threesome! I took a quick glance in the mirror and a deep breath. A final check and here goes..... and I walked into the bedroom.