It was late in December and typically cold and wet for London. But Jan was hot. And wet. And had been for more than a week, maybe longer.
It started a couple of weeks earlier when they had both been looking for something extra to play with. Not the usual toys or lingerie but another man. Jan knew what tonight was all about and had anticipated this evening for a long time. They'd both spoken about it and played games in the bedroom but tonight it was happening for real.
The time was set for a 9pm meeting at a hotel not too far from their home. Dress code was simple. Stockings, suspenders, silk knickers with ties at the side and matching bra, a knee length wraparound skirt tied at the side and a simple low cut white blouse with easy undo buttons. High heeled leather boots encased her long legs and it was all topped off with a long fur coat. Her sexiest outfit for a winter's eve. Paul wore black throughout; trousers and shoes and shirt all in black and a long luxurious dark top coat. They looked a dashing couple.
Hardly a word was exchanged between them all afternoon. The excitement was thick and tense, enough that you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Sexual tension was in the air and the pheromones being released was making both of them highly charged. Paul's cock was fit to burst and he had struggled all day to keep it and him under control. All day he had wanted to caress her, all day he had to avoid getting too close as he knew he would be uncontrollable if she let him. Jan was the same. There were times when she thought of what was about to happen and she longed to stroke her pussy and rub her clit. The tingling was so strong, the swollen clit so sensitive she was almost orgasmic several times as she moved about the house.
On leaving the house no words were spoken and Paul opened the car door but grabbed Jan before she climbed in. He kissed her hard and rubbed himself against her so she knew he was excited. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, straining against his trousers. There was an urgency about him and she felt the same. Paul put both his arms inside her coat and lifted her skirt so he could caress and squeeze her cheeks. He ran his index finger along the crack of her arse and as low and as close to her pussy as he could. She was already very wet. She was already close.
20 minutes later they had parked in the hotel car park and were trying to walk as slowly as they could to the bar. But each step gained pace and in unison they almost broke into a trot. Together they were ready to embark on a night of debauchery, passion, lust and pure sex. The time had come.
Carlos was at the bar sipping a drink. He acknowledged Jan with a smile and nodded to Paul. He was smartly dressed in a business suit, no tie and his shirt collar undone. No doubt his busy day had been filled with anticipation, no doubt his cock had been full and ready to go since early on in the evening. He liked what he saw and as Jan approached he lent forward and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hi, nice to see you. You look fabulous. Even better than your pictures," he said.
Paul offered his hand, smiled and simply said "Carlos".
Jan was silent. Her mouth dry. Her pussy wet.
"A drink?" Carlos asked.
"Yes, a good idea. We'll both have Gin and Tonic; Blue Sapphire if they have it," Paul replied.
"OK, no worries. You two go and sit down and I'll bring the drinks over," Carlos said, smiling enthusiastically.
Jan moved to a booth at the side of the bar. It was partly enclosed and dimly lit but it had a pleasant enough feel about it. It felt private. Safe. She deliberately sat on the outside and let her skirt fall apart to reveal enough leg and stocking top to tantalise any man. But she was tantalising two men now. Her legs were slightly apart, not enough to show anything of consequence but the nylon and the flesh could be seen. Just a taste of what was to come. Paul had sat on the opposite side up against the wall. He struggled to sit comfortably due to his engorged cock pressing up against his trousers. He was shifting and manoeuvring his body to get comfortable but couldn't take his eyes of his beautiful woman. Her eyes were sparkling, she was smiling and breathing deeply and her ample breasts were heaving more than usual. She was so close, she might even orgasm before they left the bar.
"There you go, two G&T's."
The threesome sat together for what seemed an eternity. Chatting aimlessly about everything that didn't matter. Jobs, weather, parking in London but never once mentioning the reason they were there that December evening. The eternity came to an end when Carlos asked "Shall we?"
Paul swallowed hard and smiled. "Yes, we should."
They rose from their seats and walked to the lift in reception. There was an eerie silence while the lift approached. Jan was moving from side to side, small movements, almost twitching and Paul thought to himself that she was actually masturbating. Was she going to make herself cum in the lift, was she that close? On entering the lift Carlos brushed his arm against Jan's breast, deliberately, and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The lift jerked and Jan stumbled against Paul and she could feel the heat from his cock as she used his body to regain her balance. He was ready. She was ready.
In seconds they had reached the fourth floor and were walking towards Carlos's room. They followed Carlos both checking out his gait and no doubt Jan was checking out his arse. Carlos swiped the key and pushed open the door to his room. A typical room with twin beds and simple lighting. Muted tones, unexciting and business like, as you would expect. But warm, clean and just enough light for the occasion.
"Guys, look, make your self comfortable. I need to shower as I didn't get a chance before. I'll only be a minute," He smiled and turned, throwing his suit jacket over one of the chairs. "Maybe two minutes!" He entered that bathroom and closed the door only to open it again and say "Hey! Don't start without me!"
Paul and Jan put their coats into the wardrobe and then stood at the end of the bed. Paul was close and he was sure Jan had already gone beyond that and although Carlos didn't want to be a late comer Paul had to kiss Jan, he had to feel her body up against his. They kissed and caressed each other and Paul's hands wandered all over Jan's body. Her breasts were full and heaving with each breath. He lent down and kissed each of her breasts and licked between them, all along the cleavage. He had decided he couldn't wait. Bit by bit he kissed and stroked her, undoing a button on her blouse between kisses and caresses. Behind her she could hear the shower being turned off. He would join them soon, very soon.
By the time Paul had undone all the buttons the bathroom door opened and the light turned off. Carlos was already naked but wrapped in the large hotel towel. His cock was visible as a lump in the towel. He was ready too.
Paul gave a last kiss to Jan's breasts and held her by her shoulders and turned her around to face Carlos. Did she blush? Did she look at Carlos in the eyes or did she simply look for the lump? It matters not, she was ready, he was ready, they were all ready. Paul's hands took the neckline of the blouse and slid it down over her shoulders and removed the blouse entirely, his hands returning to the shoulders and slowly over and around to the neck and down to her breasts. Carlos stood there watching, pushing his erection down while gazing at Jan's partly exposed body while Paul cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard enough for Jan to feel the sensation in her nipples.
She could feel Paul's cock pressing firmly against her arse and she wanted that cock inside her. She wanted both cocks inside her. She let out a little moan and couldn't stop herself from pressing her fingers and palm into her pussy. Carlos looked on and she rubbed herself over her skirt. He wanted his cock inside her, he wanted his cock sucked, he wanted to wank over her and to see his cum splash against those wonderful breasts. He was ready.
Carlos undid his towel and let it fall to the floor. His cock sprung up, released from its prison. Paul couldn't see Jan's face but he knew she was smiling. Now was the time to remove the wraparound skirt. Now was the time to reveal the stocking tops, the suspenders and those flimsy and soaking knickers. Paul's hand slipped to her side and in a single action undid the ties at the side and pulled the skirt from her waist. In an instant Jan was stood there, wet and wanton in high heel boots and stockings. Paul caressed her arse with one hand and used his other to reach around to the front and slide his finger inside the knickers to stroke Jan's pussy lips.
"Wow!" Paul said "So wet!" His fingers made a couple of long upwards strokes, making sure he caressed her clit.
"Ohhhh," Jan sighed.
"Fucking awesome," Carlos whistled. He moved two steps closer. His cock waving from side to side as he moved. Jan put her hand out to reach his cock but he was still too far away.
"Ohhh," she sighed again as Paul's fingers made its upward stroke.
Paul let go of her pussy and brought his fingers up to Jan's mouth so she could taste her wetness. She licked his fingers and then sucked deeply. "Mmmmmm."
His fingers went back down and gave her three or four more strokes while his other had deftly unsnapped her bra. Jan smiled and knew she was close to orgasm, maybe for the second time that evening. The bra was eased over her shoulders and allowed to fall to the floor. Her nipples were erect, the slightest touch could set her off.
Paul nodded to Carlos and he took two more steps, his cock leading the way. He stopped just far enough away so his pumped up cock didn't touch her body. He lent forward and placed his mouth over a nipple and sucked. Jan sighed and moved closer. She felt his cock push into her tummy, he was hard and the end was wet with his juices. Jan was aware that Paul had stepped away and was moving to the chair at the end of the bed. He was going to watch her. She was going to let him watch her while she stroked his cock, while she sucked his cock and probably much more.
