The wife's story.
I still can't believe we did this. It was an adventure, kind of risky, promising of a lot of fun. I guess I had better start at the true beginning. It all started several months ago when I met Jon online. We chatted a while and discovered that he lived not far from us. That got us to thinking about adding another party to our little circle. It took a while for the idea to fully form, but soon, we found ourselves inviting him to meet us at a motel in another town, strictly for the purpose of sex.
Now, keep in mind that we had never actually met him, just talked online, and these chats never got really hot, just kind of suggestive. The whole idea of meeting a virtual stranger for sex was so hot that just thinking about it would get me very wet. It took a while to set up, but finally, the timing was just right. He was to call us when he was on the way, and we would leave to set up the motel room. Mike had been chatting with Jon for a while, off and on, and they had come up with a little role play where Jon would pretend to be a plumber coming to fix the sink, and would ask me to turn on the water while he was lying down under the sink, and see where things would lead from there.
That morning, Mike called my phone a few times with suggestive voice mails, and that managed to get me going a little, but when he called and told me that Jon was on his way, a thrill ran through my body, and I felt my pussy begin to release moisture. After picking up Mike from work, I chose my outfit carefully, wearing my one good skirt, and a tight, slightly see through top, with my high heeled sandals, and a touch of red lipstick. He had seen pictures of me in that outfit, but the only picture I had of him wasn't very clear, as it was a full body shot, not showing much detail of his face, so I wasn't sure I would recognize him. We were to meet him at a fast food place, and let him know where the motel was, and what room we were in. Before we had even checked into the motel, he had called Mike, saying he was in town. I had already gotten a severe case of butterflies, a little nervous, and very excited about everything, and once again, when I heard that he was really there, my pussy reacted strongly. I guess, somewhere in the back of my mind, I expected it to turn out like a dream and dissolve, but it was real, and we headed for the restaurant after checking in. As soon as we walked in, I spotted him, watching me and grinning from ear to ear.
I'll have to be honest, here, I'm not sure what I expected, but I wasn't disappointed. He wasn't exactly a "hunk", but a very nice looking young man (looking much younger than his actual years), quite thin, with short, black hair, and a very trim beard and mustache. I have always liked some kind of facial hair on a man (most men, that is, some don't look good in it, but most do), and was instantly attracted. We talked for a few minutes, getting acquainted, and then left in our separate cars to meet at the motel. Mike and I arrived first, as arraigned, then, a few minutes later, I heard Jon's car pull up outside. I waited for his knock, and opened the door a crack, asking if I could help him. He replied with the expected line about needing to fix the sink, and I let him in. I led him across the room to the dressing area (with a conveniently open sink, no cabinetry to get in the way), and he settled on his back and began to fiddle with it. After a few seconds, he said he thought he had the problem fixed, and would I please turn on the water? I moved to the sink, and stood with my legs spread, leaning over him. I asked if he saw any other problems, and he turned his attention to what was under my skirt. I know he said something, but I immediately forgot his words as I felt his fingers trailing up my leg, softly, sending shivers through me and making me moan softly. When I looked down, he had a look on his face that I could hardly believe. It was a look of wonder, almost awe-struck, as he caressed my legs, ankles, and thighs, just brushing my pussy lips. My body began to tremble as he continued his attentions, coming up to caress my ass cheeks, and inner thighs, gently parting my pussy lips to lightly caress my clit. It took all of my concentration not to collapse right there, but I managed to stay on my feet.
I felt his head come up between my legs, and spread them wider to give better access, and then felt a gentle tongue on my pussy. My eyes rolled back and I felt my pussy give a small gush of moisture as he very thoroughly and gently licked over the lips and clit, while still caressing my thighs and ass. This went on for a few minutes before he finally pulled his head back, declaring that he hadn't been told just how good I tasted.
With this comment, all three of us kind of dissolved into giggles. Mike had been busy with the camera during all of this, and as we moved to the bedroom area of the room, I reviewed the pictures he had taken. All of them were quite good, and Jon had a look, saying that it was incredible that a blind man had taken such good pictures.
Things kind of slowed down after that, for a while anyway. I sat on the bed, Jon sat in a chair and Mike just lounged against the wall, and we talked. I was still feeling a little shy (I have never liked being forward) and I think Jon was a little unsure just how to proceed. I'm not sure how long we sat there, just talking and sipping on drinks, but it seemed to be quite a while. I finally excused myself to use the restroom, and when I came out; Mike caught me and pulled my top off. We heard a sharp intake of breath from Jon, followed quickly by another. He was clearly pleased with what he saw. I sat down again, but this time, it didn't take long for Mike to join me and finish undressing me. Jon took his cue from this, and left his chair to join me on the bed. He began by lightly caressing my body with his hands, then using his mouth, kissing and running his tongue over my skin.
My body began to react in the predictable manner, sort of, but this was more intense than ever before, besides with Mike. I could tell that he was very excited, but he was never hurried, continuing a slow, sensuous worship of my body. Gentle caresses, kisses and licks, occasionally sucking softly, from my neck, down my shoulder, nuzzling my armpit, inner elbow, skipping back to my breasts, sucking on the nipple, down my belly with his mouth, using his hands on my sides at the same time. Slowly working his way over my pussy lips, gently parting them to taste and suck lightly on my clit, moving on to my thighs and calves, and even lower, sucking ever so lightly on my toes before moving to the other leg for the same treatment. He never really concentrated on any one part, giving all equal time. Oh, wow, just sitting here, writing about it, my body quivers and my pussy leaks. It seemed like hours, then again, just a few minutes, as he reduced my mind and body to pure sensation. I haven't yet figured out just what the signal was, but finally, and all too soon, he backed away from me and returned to his chair.
I was left to gather my wits about me, and return to the world again.
After this, things slowed down again. The only difference is that now I was nude, sitting on the bed, Jon clothed, sitting on the chair, and Mike moving around the room. Once again, we talked, getting better acquainted.
I know that it was sometime during this conversation that we began to realize that we had more than just sex in common. We began to really like his personality, and began to think that he would fit in with our friends.
