My wife Kittie and I have been married for twelve years. She is a blonde, 5'8" tall, deep blue eyes, with long, dancer's legs and perfect 36C breasts that ride high on her chest. I'm about five years older than her, 6'0 with an athletic build. We met when we were in law school. She was married at the time to an older lawyer, but one night after class at a nearby bar, she let me know she was available. We hit it off together, and for the remainder of our first year in law school we screwed like bunnies whenever we could get together. By our third year she decided to divorce her husband, and we were married as soon as we graduated.
Kittie is only a nickname, but her friends and I have always known her as "Kittie." I asked her once where she got the name, since her first name is Margaret, and she said people started calling her that in college. When I asked her why, she was somewhat vague.
Over the next several years we were both pretty busy getting our careers started, and didn't have a lot of time for each other. We both worked in big law firms, and our hard work paid off. We were both made partners in major law firms in the city.
Kittie was always the aggressive one with us when it came to sex. She seduced me the first time we met, which wasn't hard, she was a fox and I was not only single, I was relatively inexperienced. Our first year together, I just followed her lead, and experienced missionary sex, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, anal, and other gymnastic positions. She told me she learned them from books. Anyway, who was I to complain?
After we were married for ten years, she asked me if I trusted her. Of course I said yes. She said she wanted to experiment sexually, and that she fantasized about fucking two men at the same time. This was a turn-on for me, so I assented.
Kittie wasted no time in going forward with it. She had it all planned out. We went to a local club, and entered separately. I sat at the bar, while she sat alone at a table in the corner. She was dressed in a black miniskirt, with black hose attached to a black garter belt, and no panties. She had on a white silk top, with no bra, with her nipples clearly outlined through the silk. She also had some hoop earrings that matched the white silk of her blouse.
I watched her dance with several men, and watched her turn down several other guys who hit on her. She was flirting constantly, and flitting from table to table. Finally, after about two hours, she came over to me at the bar.
"I found the guy I want to fuck. Go across the street and get a room at that hotel, then go get a table in the hotel bar."
"OK. You sure he'll be ok with me there too?"
"Don't worry, he'll do anything I ask to get in my pants."
So I went across the street to the upscale hotel, and booked a room with a king size bed. I then went to the bar, which was considerably less crowded than the club across the street. I ordered a martini.
I was sipping my drink when Kittie came in, with a tall, athletic looking man who had his arm around her waste and his hand on her firm butt.
"Hi, honey, this is Jonathon. He's agreed to be our date tonight."
"Hi, Jonathon. I'm Eric."
"Please, call me Jon. Kittie is quite the dancer."
"Yes, I know."
Kittie came up to me and kissed me, before seating herself next to me. Her short dress revealed the tanned white skin above her stocking tops. She rubbed my crotch. I was already hard as a rock. Jon took the seat next to her and placed his hand familiarly on her bare skin between her stocking tops and the lower end of her miniskirt. She leaned into him and kissed him, obviously with a lot of tongue.
They both ordered martinis also, and we chatted. I immediately found out why Kittie liked him. He was a handsome doctor, and I found myself liking him, too. He was very personable, and had a good sense of humor.
We ordered a second round and continued chatting. When the waiter came with them, Kittie asked if we could take the drinks to our room. He said that we could, and we got up to leave. As Kittie got up, she flashed all of us with her bare pussy. I could see that she was already wet with anticipation.
When we got in the elevator, she pulled up her miniskirt and rubbed her bare pussy on my crotch.
"You're going to love this, Eric. Which room are we in?"
I looked at the key card and told her, as she took her hand and put it in Jon's crotch, pulling his zipper down, and fishing out his cock. Now I am considered big at about 8 inches, but Jon's was at least 9, and he wasn't fully hard yet. Kittie handed me her martini, fell to her knees and began to lick his considerable manhood.
When the elevator stopped at our floor, she got up, flipped her miniskirt down, and headed down the hall as she was unbuttoning her silk blouse. When we got to the room, we all walked in, and set our drinks down on the desk that was there. Kittie took off her blouse, and offered her breasts to Jon, who took one in his mouth and began devouring the nipple. Kittie then reached behind her, unzipped her miniskirt and let it drop to the floor. There she stood, in only her heels, stockings and garter, as Jon fingered her wet pussy and her firm breast. I sat in a chair and watched as I sipped my martini.
