My husband Mark had organised a present for us - an evening in the best suite of "The Vibe" Hotel at Milsons Point in Sydney. Our luscious suite had a wonderful view over Lavender Bay, the late afternoon sun bejewelling Sydney Harbour. Mark had also organised dinner, a sumptuous meal and the best wine in the hotel's restaurant. He also chose my outfit for dinner, telling me that he wanted to show off his wife and her sexy curves. He choose a long black skirt with a high split, black stockings and a low cut blouse which I knew would struggle to contain my big boobs (20DD in Australian measurements). Underneath I wore sexy black lingerie.
Dinner was wonderful and as we talked I could see that look Mark gets in his eyes when he is really, really horny. His eyes also drifted to my chest repeatedly and lingered. The alabaster globes of my breasts rose up from their constraints. I too was as horny as hell. After our lovely meal including divine desserts Mark took me to the adjoining bar which initially was empty and ordered me my favourite cocktail.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three handsome well dressed gentlemen enter and then pull up a stool next to each other. One of the gentlemen looked vaguely familiar, and he came over and approached Mark who had turned towards them. I could feel all three pairs of eyes fall on my body somewhat obviously and this sent a further little shiver of excitement through my already aroused body and mind. I love being looked at by handsome men, what woman doesn't.
After a quiet conversation, Mark introduced me to the three gentlemen. The first was the one that my husband Mark had spoken to me initially. He introduced himself as Martin. The other two gentlemen were called Jaden and Christian. Martin was probably in his early to mid 30s, tall and handsome in a classic way. He was wearing casual business attire. Christian I guessed was in his late twenties or early thirties, he was dressed more casually than Martin, and his tight shirt hinted at a very, very toned body. Jaden was dark skinned with brown smouldering eyes and the sweetest of smiles; I guessed he would have been in his early to mid twenties.
All three of them joined us and the conversation flowed. They were confident and articulate, but not pushy. The drinks flowed as well. After about half an hour, it was clear that I was the centre of attention, all three strangers plus my husband were clustered around me, and I was the centre of the circle, perched upon a bar stool while the men were standing up. Compliments flowed regarding my figure and my dress and many remarks were made to Mark about how lucky he was.
When Mark went to bathroom, smoothly and boldly, Martin, slid his arm around me and placed it firmly on the middle of my back. I was momentarily shocked. Sensing this, Martin whispered into my ear, "Relax, we wouldn't do anything unless Mark approved of it." I pondered this as all three of them commented on my figure, particularly my boobs.
"How big are they?" asked Jaden rather forwardly.
"20DD", I replied quickly as Mark emerged from the bathroom.
My eyes darted to Mark who could clearly see where Martin's hand was. A mischievous grin lit up Mark's face as he returned my gaze. I was shocked but turned on as well. He came over and in front of everyone, he kissed me deeply and passionately, his hand cupping and caress my breasts as he did so. As he continued with his deep kiss, his hand moved deliberately to the hem of my skirt and he pushed it up considerably, exposing my stockinged thigh even more.
"Shall we go?" asked Mark, finally breaking off the unexpected display of unbridled passion.
I never got a chance to really answer as my husband took me by the hand and led me from the bar stool, and he was ably assisted by Martin who's hand also guided me from the stool. I was practically shaking with surprise and expectation. I wondered to myself, "Had my husband really organised for these three gorgeous men to have sex with me?"
I was led to the lift, and my legs were like jelly. I didn't really know what to do. But I had consumed plenty of drinks and was as horny as hell.
"Happy anniversary sweetheart," Mark whispered to me as we waited for the lift, erasing any doubt that I would be having one of my fantasies fulfilled. That Mark was happy with it, indeed wanted it too, was dizzying.
As we entered the lift, the tension was unbelievable. The lift seemed to crawl upwards on its journey, until finally reaching our floor and we poured out. Mark led the way, and opened the hotel room door and held it open for myself and my entourage (cocktourage?).
Once inside the room, the three men descended upon me. Taking the lead, but doing so sensuously and considerately. My pussy was already on fire before Christian's hands moved up to my breasts and started to squeeze and fondle them
