Friday night. Exhausted from work. Home alone. Glass of wine. Surfing the web. News bores me. Click to swingers site. My profile dusty. Bi guy, solo now. Visits pop up. A couple nearby. 35-45. He’s bi too. Illegitimate pair. Her brunette, curvy. Him slim, younger. Online. Free tonight. Heart races. Chat starts. She’s typing. Want a bi man to play with him. She watches only. No touch. 9:30 PM. I’m game. Idea perverse. Her watching us. Jerking maybe. Cock twitches. Call her. Hotel 45 minutes away. Be there in one. Shower fast. Shave balls smooth. Grab champagne. Drive tense. Semi-hard whole way. Park. SMS room number. Quiet hotel corridor. Carpet muffles steps. Light slits under doors. Voices murmur behind. Knuckles rap soft. Door cracks. Her smile. Short black skirt. White blouse half-open. Bra peeks. Tits full. Kiss cheeks. Him inside. Stéphane. Slim in jeans. Hand him bottle. Plastic cups from bathroom. Awkward toast. Champagne bubbles. Silence heavy. Her in armchair. Me bed edge. Him by bathroom. Eyes lock. ‘Boys, you play. I watch.’ Her voice husky. Glance door. Light steady. No shadows pass.
She nods. Stand. Shoes off. Approach him. Hands on his chest. Through shirt. He pulls shoulders. Bodies press. Cocks harden. Grind through pants. Hands roam. Under shirts. Skin hot. Nipples tweak. Peek her. Tongue out. Hand under blouse. Squeezing tit. Fuck. Exciting. Unbutton shirts. Necks kissed. Tits bitten. Pants bulge. She spreads legs. Fingers in skirt. Moans soft. ‘Strip, sluts.’ Voice whisper. Walls thin. Neighbors sleep? Clothes drop. Cocks spring. Grip each other. Stroke hard. Precum slicks. Bed creaks as we move. She stands. Behind me. Tits on back. Grabs cocks. ‘Changed mind. Too hot.’ Fingers ass crack. Lubes hole. Digits push in. Two now. Bend forward. His cock throat-deep. Suck sloppy. Gags quiet. She twists nuts. Pain-pleasure. Ass burns good. Pull off. Her on bed. Legs wide. Pussy shaved. Wet shine. Dive in. Tongue laps. Clit sucks. She grips head. He rims me. Tongue darts hole. Slurps loud? Muffle. Bed frame groans. Walls echo?
The Contact
‘Fuck him.’ Her gasp. Position doggy. Her pussy face. Lick thighs. He caps up. Gland presses. Push back. Stretches. Fills deep. Groan stifled. Thrusts slow. Creak-creak. Faster. Slaps skin muffled. She jerks me. Eyes door. Light flickers? Footsteps? Heart slams. Flip missionary. Legs shoulders. Pounds deep. Prostate hits. She sits face. Pussy grinds. Milks cock. Her orgasm shakes. I erupt. Cum ropes on belly. He swells. Fills condom. Pulls. Dumps load on pubes. Mix sperms. She licks. Kisses him. Then me. Cum-swap bitter. Tongues tangle. Champagne gulps. They leave soon. Work tomorrow. Hug. ‘Again?’ Yes. Door clicks. Corridor empty. Elevator hums. Heart thuds. Glance back. No one. Car cold. Drive home. Secret burns. Neighbors oblivious.