"A Little Spice Is Nice" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"A Little Spice Is Nice"

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Hanna and Richard Taylor posed for one last picture before the photographer thankfully told them, "I think I got it."

"Thank god," Hanna said, kissing her husband on the cheek, then playfully pushing him away from her. She knew what he was thinking and answered before he questioned her, "You know I don't like having my picture taken. Why did you insist on this?"

She knew why of course: you can't celebrate your 15th anniversary at an exotic tropical resort without having pictures taken for your family and friends back home. They thanked the photographer, verified that their payment had gone through, then headed back to their relaxing location on the sandy beach a few dozen yards away. They walked hand in hand, as they more often than not did in public; Hanna and Richard were as much in love today as they'd been when they married the August after high school graduation.

Happy or not, there had been some stressful moments over the past decade or so. They tended to deal with them the same way they were celebrating their anniversary, by spending gobs of money to go somewhere they'd never been, see exciting things, and fuck in new, fun locations.

That last part had been much more satisfying when they'd first begun solving their issues with travel, but the last few trips just hadn't done it for either of them like the first few had. It was just sort of the same sex, different place. Hanna knew they needed something more spicy, but neither of them knew what that would entail.

Actually, that wasn't entirely true. They knew exactly what they needed to rock their world like an earthquake: another person in their bed. Initially when they'd talked on the topic, is had always been in jest; they would imagine together what this third person -- or even a couple -- would do to, with, and for each of them in erotic detail, and the fantasies of such new romantic partners had only made them more hot for each other, making the sex more satisfying at the time.

But fantasizing about threesomes and foursomes had gotten old, too, just as had their love life. With the exception of last night, after they'd arrived at their beachside hotel, Hanna couldn't remember the last time she'd cum to the very skilled actions of her husband's mouth, fingers, or cock. And while last night had been good, it hadn't been anything they couldn't have done with each other back home in Sacramento on any day of the week.

They found their beach chairs in the middle of a big blanket under an umbrella and popped open a pair of local cervezas. The location was simply incredible: wide sandy beach, rock cliffs to both sides in the distance, the beautiful blue surf pounding before them, and a relatively small crowd of less than 20 for as far as the eye could see north or south up and down the beach or east to the line of hotels behind them.

They were feeling as though they were the only ones on the beach when out of the corner of Hanna's eye she caught movement. She turned her head, and her eyes bulged at the sight of the most incredibly sculpted female body she'd seen in God knows how long. The woman was tall and leggy, with an incredible hourglass figure highlighted by firm D-cup breasts that were barely contained by the tiny triangles of a skimpy bikini. Her naturally blonde hair caught the light breeze and blew about a face that was as flawless as the rest of the Goddess's body.

Hanna peeked right to Richard and found he'd spied the beauty, too; his gaze was set solidly upon her and his lips were slightly apart as if he was about to murmur something akin to Oh my dear God, which was what he used to say about Hanna when she'd come out of the bathroom in those early years of their marriage, wearing some new, slinky negligee.

When he realized he was being watched watching, he smiled to his wife. Hanna smiled as well, snickering lightly. She said softly, "Don't worry about it, honey. If your tongue hadn't nearly fallen out of your mouth, I would have begun to worry about the friendship you struck up with that sexy bell hop who helped us to our room last night."

They laughed softly together before Hanna turned her attention back to the blonde, who was now looking at the two of them with a smile. Despite the beach being long and wide and nearly virtually empty, she continued almost directly at them until she was just 10 feet away, where she stopped, looked east toward the hotel, then back to them.

"Hi, I know this is going to sound very strange, but..." she began, again looking toward the hotel and then back to them. "I, um ... I've got this kind of creepy guy who wants to chat with me, and I don't really want to because, well, he's creepy and can't seem to keep his eyes off my ... well ... you know."

Hanna laughed, looked to her husband, then back to the young woman. Playfully, she warned, "You might get the same treatment here from my hubby, so I don't know if this any better."

The woman laughed, too, countering, "At least I know your husband won't try to lick my tits. I swear I thought he was going to do that at one point. He ... well, anyway. I don't even want to think about it. So, do you think I could just hang out with the two of you for a bit, until I see him go away? I told him I was meeting by SEAL team brother out here on the beach. That'd be you."

She was looking at Richard, of course, when she said that. She said, "My name's Angel, by the way."

"Of course it is," Hanna murmured, her mind filled with a wide array of stripper names that often came with women who looked like this one. She told Angel as she reached out her hand, "Hanna Taylor, and this is my husband, Richard. Please, sit with us. There's plenty of room on the blanket. Scoot over, Richard, scoot, scoot."

As the two women shook hands, Richard moved his chair to the far side of the king bed-sized beach blanket. Hanna moved her chair toward her hubby, leaving nearly half of the blanket available to their guest. Angel sat, her bent legs together to one side while her upper weight rested on the locked elbow of one arm. The thanked them for the invite and asked about the pair: where were they from, how long had they been here, how much longer would they be enjoying the resort town, and how long they'd been married.

"Sacramento, California, or just outside it in the 'burbs," Hanna began the answer. "We just got here last night, are staying in country for two weeks, though, not all of it here. We've been married for 15 years as of the day after tomorrow, but we were a couple for three years before that. We met Freshman year of high school, hated each other profusely for reasons I won't get into here, and for other reasons I also won't get into at this moment, we were dating by the end of the next school year. Been together ever since."

"That is amazing!" Angel said, a wide smile spreading her lips. "High school sweethearts and all that. Kids?"

Hanna's smile faded a bit, and after a moment's hesitation she responded, "I can't have any. Long story. But, we've got lots of nieces and nephews between our two families, so it's not like we don't have children around us all the time, children and toddlers and little snots on their way to becoming snotty teens."

The two women laughed; Angel obviously understood what Hanna meant. Hanna asked, "And what about you, Angel? Same questions."

Angel seemed hesitant to respond, diverting her eyes from the other woman to her husband, then to the distant hotel and back. "I'm from Portland, Oregon. Not married, no children, thank God! I, um..."

She lowered her eyes to the blanket between them, and her eyes glazed over a bit as if she was about to cry. Hanna spoke up quickly, "It's okay. You don't have to tell--"

"I got dumped," Angel said, chuckling; it was an expression of desperately needed relief, not humor. She looked away down the beach for a moment, blinked away the impending tears, and looked back to Hanna. "I was seeing a guy who works in the travel industry. He was coming down here for work and said that if I could get here, we could spend a week together for almost nothing. But..."

The tears began to form again, but Angel quickly blinked them away and laughed. "Fucker ditched me. Sorry. I don't normally talk that way, particular in front of strangers."

"We're not strangers anymore, Angel," Hanna said, leaning forward and reaching for the other woman's hand. When the shapely blonde took Hanna's hand, the older woman said, "We're friends now. So, curse all you want and tell us what you want or don't. There are no strangers here anymore."

Angel smiled, delighted with the response. She looked to Richard to judge in his own response whether he felt the same, then went on to talk about how she'd spent almost every penny she had to get here and book a room in anticipation of Henry arriving the next day, only to have him ghost her. She'd tried to call him, only to find that the cell number she'd been using for him was no longer in service; she'd run out of money -- maxing her credit card -- after just two days; and now, after having enjoyed so little of what the resort town had to offer, she had barely enough money for the return plane ticket home, meaning an end of her fun.

"Your fun has not ended, Angel," Hanna said with a sincere tone. She looked to her husband with a knowing expression, then back to the beautiful woman sitting before them. "You're with us now. No more creepy ghost lovers, no more creepy guys on the beach wanting to lick your tits..."

Hanna glanced at her husband again and laughed. "Not even Richard here."

Both women laughed, and -- ironically -- both women had expressions on their faces that said neither likely would have minded seeing Richard lick the gorgeous Goddess's bosom. Hanna continued, "You stick with us, Angel, and we'll make you forget that ghost fucker. We have a nice suite with a very comfortable couch. You can sleep there. We're still here for almost two weeks, so, you can spend a couple of days hanging with us if you want so you can see some more of this incredible place before you fly back home. Okay?"

Angel's smile widened about as far as possible before she nodded and said with obvious delight and relief, "Yes, yes, absolutely. I mean, as long as you're sure."

She looked to Richard, and almost simultaneously Hanna did the same. Angel said, "I mean, I won't be interrupting your romantic getaway, your anniversary, with your wife, will I?"

"No, you won't," Hanna answered for her husband, reaching over to clasp his hand and squeeze it tightly. When they made eye contact, Hanna raised an eye brow; her husband would recognize that as her thinking expression, and she hoped he realized that she was thinking about new and exciting ways to spice up their sex life, ways that involved this young, beautiful, sexy creature sitting with them. She asked expectantly, "She won't be interrupting us, will she, honey?"

 

[KingCorto]

Admittedly, this year, Richard had been anxious before heading out on their vacation. They’d been doing it for years, and it’d been fine, it was fine, in fact, but somehow, like they’d even talked about, it had become some sort of rinse and repeat procedure. An exclusive rinse and repeat for sure, they always dished out lavishly for fun and adventure, he had no grounds to complain, but it had become more of the same, too. Before, the sex had been made exciting by the location, the thrill, the experiences, but by now, they’d done all the roleplays, donned all the costumes, tied all the knots, gone as far as they could between the two of them inside the confines of what they mutually enjoyed. Which was a lot. It hadn’t really gotten them 15 years down the line, they were running on fumes by now, but it must’ve gotten them a good 12 to 13 at least, and the game wasn’t over yet. Richard still had faith, he’d be fighting for Hanna and himself, they both deserved as much.

It was kind of funny to think about their fantasies of threesomes and moresomes as they had developed with their relationship. It’d been stereotypes and porn fantasies, description of things wild and experimental, as well as of things more mundane, but very, very sexual. As they’d began to realise they might need to spice things up for real, it’d become more of a vision of what would happen. And the thing is, for Richard, who wanted that very, very, very much, the reality of it all had somehow pacified him from taking that last initiative. And now, it was actually anxious about it. It was hard to explain, even for him to himself, but he speculated it might be so simple as to be tied to Hanna’s preference to add women to their fantasy life. They certainly discussed two men for her too, and she was extremely turned on by that, but when it was about the real, she swayed to women. And Richard didn’t mind! He preferred that. He liked that fantasy the best, too, he was a man, and as everyone have read on the internet by now, this is the premier male fantasy. No, it was more like it was so much a male fantasy, that he couldn’t bring himself to take the initiative, it seemed almost selfish, in a weird way, even if he would be doing it for them both, equally, it felt like it was a thing only for him, and so, he somehow waited, hoped she’d bring it up.

And those were his exact mental processes, not so much thoughts as circumstances, when the day came that she did. Or maybe the day that Angel did, as she approached them on the beach. Hanna did all the talking, Richard did a lot of looking, and so did his wife, he felt reassured as she kept checking on him as the conversation took surprising turns. So, she’d be staying with them, huh? Nice, thought Richard, who already felt sure he knew what his wife was thinking. Hanna mentioned they’d maybe not stay put here the entire vacation. Hell, Richard thought about that, if we can have Angel in our room, I’d be prepared to discuss altering those plans.

The conversation was so rewarding. Hanna told Angel all about them, and Angel opened up, vulnerable, in need of comfort and support, which they could give her for real, he thought. And then there were all the references to him licking Angel’s tits. Wow, he thought, that’s a pretty special recurring topic between someone who’d just met. And it did have an effect on him, because the tits were right there, and they were unearthly, huge, standing firm, up and out, pretty much uncovered by the slivers of fabric squeezing them together. Richard was actually trying to not think about what it would be like to lick Angel’s tits, because, under his shorts, a firm bulge had started to throb, and he didn’t know how long he be able to keep that under wraps. He shifted, there, a bit better, his thigh covered it from the women. Realising that, he stopped not thinking about licking her tits. He hoped he would, not only imagining it, but maybe doing it, licking them, and taking her nipples in and sucking on them between his lips. Maybe Hanna would like to see him do that. Maybe she’d want to try it too.

Richard snapped to reality as Hanna took his hand, squeezed it gently, “She won't be interrupting us, will she, honey?”, he clearly saw her thinking face... Or plotting face, as was maybe more correct. She was plotting, and it involved Angel and her tits, and Richard was fine with it.

He grinned wide at Hanna, then over at Angel, looking at him, anticipatingly. He shook his head. “No, no”, he smiled and angled his head, “I cannot see how that’d ever be an interruption. You’re very welcome, Angel, we’ll have fun, take your mind of all those things in a heartbeat.”

He could see her relief, sighing lightly, looking away, then back at him, then Hanna, then him again, “Thank you. Thank you so much. Yes, I already feel very much better”, she smiled shyly.

“Speaking of things,” said Richard, “I suppose you have more than that, right?”, his eyes taking this fair opportunity to fixate in her bikini, top, then bottom, then both top and bottom again, admittedly once to many, but none of the women seemed to mind, “you’d need to pick some things up and move them over? We can do that before dinner if you want.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

When Richard asked whether or not she had more possessions than just the skimpy bikini, Angel blushed a fiery red that spread not only throughout her face but down into her neck and upper shoulders, too. She looked away, embarrassed, then peaked back to Hanna, her teeth biting on her lower lip.

"I, um, yeah, I, I have other things," she said tentatively. She laughed again as she looked between the two and admitted, "I had to move out of my room this morning, and I didn't have anywhere to store my things, so, I sorta ... I made an arrangement with the morning Concierge."

She hesitated, unsure of whether or not she should continue, then told them, "He's keeping my stuff in the hotel's baggage claim in exchange for some ... personal services."

Hanna's face lit up with joyous shock as she said, "You blew him for a baggage claim check?"

Angel laughed loudly, countering, "No, NO! I didn't go down on him. I didn't even touch him."

She looked to Richard, then back to the man's wife before laughing again. As she held her hand out in front of her, fingers and thumb curled, Angel made a jerking off motion as she clarified, "I took my clothes off and let him cum on me in one of the hotel's service rooms."

The two women laughed together, with Hanna shocked that Angel had both done this and admitted to doing it and with Angel shocked about the latter as well. Hanna gave her husband a look as she continued to laugh, winking to him as an indication that inviting the erotic beauty to join their vacation was looking to be a wonderfully fantastic idea.

Hanna had to alter the way she was sitting in her beach chair after she realized that she was likely wetting her bikini bottom's crotch. This young women before them was causing her hardships similar to those Angel was causing Richard, the emphasis, of course, on hard.

"Listen, Angel, we were getting ready to go to dinner," Hanna informed the beauty. In truth, they hadn't planned on doing so for another 3 hours, but Richard's wife was in a desperate need to speak to her husband alone. "Why don't you head up to the Concierge's desk and get your stuff. We're in room 1212, and we'll be right behind you after we pack all this up."

"Can I help?" Angel asked as she stood. She turned this way and that to brush off the little bit of sand that had stuck to her; in doing so, Richard got another opportunity to ogle her bosom, crotch, and ass if he cared to peek at them.

"No, no, most of this belongs to the hotel, the umbrella, the blanket, the chairs," Hanna said as she stood. She looked to Richard, who she'd actually expected to rise, too; he didn't. She cocked her head at the expression on his face, then looked to his groin and caught the bulge lifting his bathing shorts. She smiled, understanding why he was staying put for now, then turned her attention back to Angel. "No, you just go take care of your stuff, and we'll see you on the 12th floor in a few minutes."

Angel agreed, thanked each of them individually -- smiled a bit as she also caught sight of Richard's erection -- and made her farewells. Hanna watched the beauty's wonderful ass swing to and fro, up and down with each step through the soft, dry sand. Then, she turned, sat on her knees next to her husband, and literally clutched his rock hard 9 inch cock in tight fingers.

"I wanna get naked with this girl so bad!" she confessed, leaning in to give her husband a wet, passionate kiss as her hand kneaded his shaft. When she pulled back, Hanna asked with a childish voice, "Please, daddy, please...! I found a kitten on the beach and I wanna bring it home and play with it all day long."

She laughed, looking off at the still visible blonde bombshell, and looked back to Richard with a more serious expression. "Be honest with me honey. I only want this is you want it. Please. Tell me."

Of course, Hanna couldn't know that Angel would want to have sex with her, with Richard, with both of them separately or apart. But she had this feeling; the girl had been dripping sex appeal from every pore of that perfect, heavenly body.

But Hanna had been wrong in the past. Although Richard didn't know it, she'd once attempted to seduce a female friend into a threesome with her and her husband, only to learn that the woman had had no interest in such a thing. Hanna had tried to apologize and save the friendship, but the other female had been a bit uncomfortable each time they'd gotten together after that and, eventually, the friendship fell apart.

Hanna was determined not to let that happen this time. She would take it slow this time around, spend the next day or two learning more about Angel's likes and dislikes, and only when she knew conditions were perfect, invite the Goddess to get naked with her and Richard.

But, of course, this also depended upon Richard going along.

 

[KingCorto]

Richard’s cock swelled under his wife’s grasp, he spread his thighs slightly, to allow her a good hold on it, while he leant back on one elbow, head turned over his shoulder, eyes on Angel’s unbelievably tight and firm ass, swinging back and forth under her skimpy bikini as she walked back to the hotel. He turned to look at Hanna, his smile cut from ear to ear. “You’re asking me if I mind us having her company for... this vacation? Nurture and play with her day and night?”. He playfully thrust his hips up on her grasp, did it again, insistently, like she knew he would do looming over her, her legs parted wide, pushing deep into her like that. That would usually make her whine of joy.

“Don’t worry baby, the kitten can stay.” He winked at her, bit his lip. “That girl exhales sex, baby. That girl, she is sex!” He laughed and looked at her, “Yeah, get naked with her, let’s. I felt a sting of jealousy when I heard that concierge had had his cum on her,” grinning, “but I just know that feeling’s gonna be gone once I’ve cum on her, after you’ve helped me empty all over those incredible tits.”

Then he placed his hand over hers on his erection, stopped it, held it there, “Time to go, maybe?” he said.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“You’re asking me if I mind us having her company for... this vacation? Nurture and play with her day and night?”

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Hanna clarified with a giggle, clenching and now stroking her husband's length.

“Don’t worry baby, the kitten can stay.”

Hanna leaned in and kissed Richard hard and wet, pulling back to say energetically, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

She wanted to ask Richard if he was as certain as she was that they had a better than average chance of making this happen, but he confirmed it with his assessment that Angel exhaled sex.

He brought up the concierge, finishing, “...but I just know that feeling’s gonna be gone once I’ve cum on her, after you’ve helped me empty all over those incredible tits.”

It suddenly struck Hanna that they were talking about Richard -- her husband of 15 years -- fucking another woman, and not just some other woman, but the sexiest, more erotic creature about whom Hanna had ever had the good fortune to have serious fantasies.

Hanna had always been told she was a beautiful girl and later a sexy woman; her 34C-24-36 body had developed by the beginning of her junior year in high school, and her physical activities -- she was a three sport athlete, as well as a marathoner and competitive swimmer outside of school -- had kept her body fit and tight and delicious. And after school, she'd maintained much of her routine in order to maintain that figure that made men double take when she passed by in a bikini or her yoga outfit or even a pencil skirt with a blouse highlighting boosted boobs.

But never in a million years had Hanna been anything like the sexual being who'd just accepted their invitation to spend time with them. Hanna was a bit jealous as she heard her husband describe the joy he would feel fucking this woman who most definitely deserved her name. But at the same time, she was so very, very anxious, eager, and excited that they were going to finally fulfill one of their greatest fantasies with a woman who any man -- and many women, too -- would give their entire fortunes to get jiggy with just once in their lifetime.

“Time to go, maybe?” he said.

Hanna gave her husband's cock one last squeeze, kissed him, and rolled away from him to her knees to begin repacking the borrowed picnic basket with all they'd carried out here in it. She was almost done when she stopped and sat back on her haunches, looking to Richard.

"Do you really think we can do this, honey?" she asked with a tentative tone. When he looked to her, she appeared concerned, even a bit scared. "I mean ... we've talked about this. We've fantasized about this. But, now that it's here -- I mean, assuming Angel is even into this -- now that it's here ... can we really pull this off? Can we really take a stranger to our bed and make love to her ... with her?"

 

[KingCorto]

She’d started packing up the basket, and he rose, bent his knees up high, one, then the other, then shook his shorts loose, that was better, the erection still bobbing, but hanging down along his inner thigh. He picked up a couple of things, then the blanket, shook sand out of it towards the sea, then turned back just in time to see her sit back, look at him with a sombre, thoughtful look. This was also Hanna thinking, but maybe not so much plotting, more wondering, Richard knew his wife well.

She questioned whether they could do it. Raised concerns towards the difference between fantasy and reality. Wondered if Angel would even be with them on this. “Can we really take a stranger to our bed and make love to her ... with her?”.

Richard folded the blanket and threw it on a beach chair, then he approached his wife. His hands slid around her hips, palms stopping firm on the top of her buttocks, gave them a squeeze. “One thing, honey, is that we can do anything.” He started, looked in her eyes, “You hear? Anything. We can do anything we want, and it occurs to me that we want this. You know it, don’t you? How many times have we talked about it, and how many times have we affirmed that we really do mean it?”. Cooking his head, keeping his gaze fixed in her eyes. “And, you know, you got that right, us making love with her. Us and her. Not me and her, not you and her, but us and her. That’s not possible if she’s not there.” He smiled, shook her buttocks playfully but rather firmly, “And as for her, she’s into it. I mean, she should be. Making love with us is something none’s ever done before.”

He really hoped this would help, because this was something very real and very close right now, and he’d be sad to see it go if he couldn’t reassure her. He had pictures in his mind about fucking Angel, on all four before him, while his sweet wife Hanna lay under them, lapping her tongue on Angel’s clit. God, he hoped it would happen, it would be good for his wife, for their relationship, and he’d give his her anything for it.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Hanna listened to her husband's declaration that they were capable of doing anything to which they set their minds, and while she was certain that he believed it, she herself was still unsure. But then he said stressed that it would them making love to Angel, not either one of them alone; even if only one of them was engaged with the young beauty, it would still be them doing this, together!

That was enough for Hanna. She kissed him again, slapped his hands away from her ass cheeks, and chastised playfully, "We're in public, Richard. Keep your hands to yourself."

She laughed, recalling how just moments earlier she'd been stroking his cock long and tight. They snatched up their personal possessions, left the folded blanket and chairs for the Beach Boy who came running when Hanna gestured that they were done here, and took her husband's hand.

"Well, step one is completed," she said as they headed up the sand. "We've made the decision to add a person to our bed. So, step two: let's find out whether or not this person wants to join our bed."

They chatted about what was ahead of them as they headed back to the hotel. They found Angel in the lobby still; she was waiting at the elevator after having retrieved her bags, something that had left the Concierge with a conspicuously disappointed look on his face. She was a bit more dressed now, and yet she was still the sexiest looking thing Hanna had seen since arriving in the resort town. She'd donned a sheer sarong that was open all the way up on one side to her waist, showing off one leg that only looked longer in a 3 inch pair of solid soled heels. She wore a large sun bonnet and a pair of big sunglasses, and when she caught sight of the approaching couple and waved, she had the look of a gorgeous Hollywood movie star or calendar pinup girl, and it only made Hanna ache to see her stripped out of her clothes even more.

"Holy fucking shit, honey," Hanna whispered as she ogled the blonde bombshell. "I mean, c'mon. Can we really be this lucky?"

 

[KingCorto]

Now, they needed to approach Angel, and they needed to do it with care. Richard was pretty sure she was already ripe to be picked, but still, better not lose this before it starts, he thought. Hanna was on the same page, and walking back to the hotel, they talked about it.

“It’d better be your initiative,” he said, “or, more like, you’re the go between.” Thinking a little, they walked slowly. “I mean, somehow, we kinda promised I wouldn’t lick her tits. And while that might have been a lie, it would look a bit strange if I came on to her. No, I think it’d be better if you acclimatize her first, make her feel safe, and right at home.”

They were getting close to the hotel, the big glass doors leading right into the reception. He spoke again, “I mean, like if you kiss my cheek, kiss hers too, stroke my hair, and hers, slap my behind, slap hers, if you can, acclimatize her, make her notice she’s to you what I am, and then we take it from there. Take her to dinner, see how it feels, then we’ll see, dancing, maybe, or a moonlit walk, we’ll take it as it feels natural.”

By now, they were in the reception. Richard threw a smug smile at the concierge in the passing as they drew up to Angel, waiting by the elevator.

"I mean, c'mon. Can we really be this lucky?", the last line Hanna shot in before in ear shot. “Yes,” he whispered, “It seems we really do can. We’ve probably deserved it.” Then he smiled at Angel, “Hey! Got it all? We’ll get it to our suite, are you all ready to return upstairs, Angel?”, and with that, he leant in, close to her as she stood, and pressed the elevator button, it was swiftly there, the big metal doors opened, and they stepped inside.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“It’d better be your initiative,” Richard had told his wife on their way in.

That made sense to Hanna. It would look far less aggressive or forward -- or even creepy -- if the female half of a married couple hit on such an incredible woman in the hopes of a threesome. At least, both of them thought so. Of course, for all they knew, Angel wasn't into other women; Hanna knew a woman at her office who had a history of threesome encounters that were actually closer to a pair of twosome encounters as she had sex with the man who had sex with his S.O. yet she herself and the women never engaged.

Maybe, if Angel was looking to get lucky, maybe just maybe she wasn't interested in Hanna's pussy and was only after Richard's cock. That was a depressing thought for Hanna, obviously. Although she was very excited for her husband to have this opportunity to be with such an extraordinary woman as Angel, Hanna wanted to partake of the fun as well. Fuck! In truth, she probably wanted to be with this walking, talking treasure chest of bodily jewels more than her husband!

“Hey! Got it all?” Richard asked when they caught up to Angel at the elevator.

The woman looked at her rolling suitcase and over the shoulder bag, saying, "Yeah, it isn't much. I figured I'd been shopping for climate-appropriate clothing once I got here."

"Don't worry about that," Hanna told Angel as they stepped into the lift and watched the doors closed. Peeking over at her husband to ensure he was paying attention, she said suggestively, "I mean, you have a sexy bathing suit, so, what else could you possibly need, right?"

Angel laughed and blushed. Her topside was still on full display, of course, with only the sarong providing any further coverage than the Taylor's had been ogling before. Angel peeked around Hanna to Richard, then straightened up again as she admitted, "Yeah, I, um, I kind of maybe got one a little bit small maybe."

"Oh no, no you didn't, Angel," Hanna disagreed. "It's perfect for you ... don't you think so, Richard?"

Hanna looked to her husband with a devilish smirk, waiting to see what he would say before continuing, "You're a very beautiful woman, Angel. Very sexy. If I had your body, I'd probably be walking up and down that beach out there in far less than you're wearing."

Hanna looked directly at the other woman's bosom, something Angel noticed and about which she smiled and blushed yet again. She said meekly, "Thank you, Hanna."

The door opened at their floor, and as she followed Hanna with Richard behind them, she looked over her shoulder and said with her own devilish smirk, "I don't know if you are aware, but there is a nude beach just down the road a couple of miles. You know, if you wanted to show your wife off to the locals and tourists."

Hanna laughed loudly, responding as she slid the keycard through the electronic lock, "Don't tempt my husband with such things. He's rather proud of his cock, so he'd take you up on the offer in a heart beat."

Without even thinking, Angel glanced down to Richard's groin, then pulled her eyes back up again. She let out an embarrassed chuckle, blushed yet again, and said, "Oh my god! Sorry! I'm sorry, Hanna ... Richard. I, I didn't mean to do that."

She headed into the room at Hanna's gesture, and Hanna smiled wide to her husband. She whispered, "Oh ... my ... god ... I'm loving this."

 

[KingCorto]

"Oh ... my ... god ... I'm loving this.", Hanna whispered, Richard looked down at her by his side and winked, a smirk grin on his face, a slight blush from having notice Angel’s gaze at his crotch and heard her embarrassed words. “I know, baby, me too.” He whispered back, then, under his breath, “I’ll see if I can maybe up the heat a little, you just stay close to her, ok?”

Angel had stepped first into the suite as they opened the door to her and was looking around in awe. Hanna and Richard stood right behind her as the room door slid shut. It was a big suite. They usually did dish out for something lavish, at least the last few years since their economy had allowed. They liked somewhere nice to retreat. That was also about the sex, places to do it, though the last couple of seasons it’d been more of a ritual than anything else; finding all the corners that they could fuck in. Having Angel here brought on a lot of good prospects, Richard thought.

Right inside the door, the suite opened up into a large open space, one full wall covered with windows, view of the beach and the ocean below and beyond. There was a seating group, a low table with four large white leather chairs around it, and a more lounge like space, containing a double and a single futon, both fresh green, angled to each other, and also to the view. Behind the futons was a glass door leading onto a fairly spacious terrace, extending about half the length of the suites exterior wall. At the far side of the windowed wall was the bathroom. It was set into the room and clad with stained glass, so one could see the contours of anything inside, though of course, no details would be visible. To the side, opposite the entrance, was the bedroom. It was separated from the living space by a double width sliding door which was currently ajar. They could just see the big central bed, and more floor to ceiling windows, cornering the room with views both down onto the beach, as well as over the streets and stirp behind it, from the far wall.

Richard dropped their small bag of personals on one of the futons, then moved into the room past Angel, who was still looking around. Then, with no more word, he made for the bedroom, went inside, and pulled the sliding doors together behind him, but ‘accidentally’, leaving them open at a sliver just wide enough for the women to have a clear view of the end of the bed from where they were standing, Hanna right behind Angels back. It was in that exact area Richard now took place, and started moving, just slightly slower than he normally would, and of course with a lot more attention on his actual pose and posture.

He flexed his muscles a little as he pulled off his short-sleeved shirt, which he’d worn unbuttoned up from the beach. Throwing it on the bed, he stretched, flexed a bit more, let his hands slide down his chest and abs, before taking hold at the lining of his shorts. Bending forward ever so little, he started pulling it down, at an angle to the women’s vantage point, almost in slow motion slipped it down his thighs, to his ancles, then stepped out of them. It was almost like strip tease. It was strip tease, he thought, as he held his shorts in one hand, threw them on top of his shirt on the bed. He was now naked, he’d been swimming, and wore nothing underneath. In this climate, Richard rarely wore anything under his pants. He liked the feeling of freedom it came with and took advantage of that when he could.

Making sure not to look directly back at the women, he poised himself at an angle to them, his closer thigh deliberately pushed ahead a little, so that what was between his legs was still a mystery to them. Richard looked down his frame. His cock was bobbing to an erection, and he noticed how he could control its girth and posture at will now, by choosing to think about Angel and her tits and ass, her pussy. His erection bulged. Then he thought about Hanna, licking Angel while he presented his cock to her parting lips, and his cock started to throb and rise. He could follow the pulse in his head.

He was hoping they were looking, as he slowly, casual-like pulled his thigh back, rose his arms above his head, folded his hands and stretched out. First, his hips rolled towards the windows, occluding their view. But then, he rolled back the other way, opening it up to them. His profile should now show right into the living room, with his big hard cock plainly visible, standing like a bobbing log straight out from his crotch. He held that pose for a while, then lowered his arms and relaxed, shook loose for a second, before turning around, back to them, showing his strong frame, before opening the suitcase on the floor, and lifting out a pair of while linen pants. He slid them on, and buttoned them up, all buttons except the very top one, which he left open, so that the pants hung loose on his hips, slid down just far enough to show his upper hip bones and skin all the way to the angle into his crotch.

Then, innocently, as if he’d felt totally alone and private so far, he returned to the living space. He looked at the clock on the wall, then at the women. “Dinner reservations in an hour,” he lied, smiling, “we need to double-time, I think with two girls in the house,” his smile broadened to a grin, “how about you two take the bathroom first, get yourself nice and ready, and then I’ll freshen up quickly before we go?”. As if it was already decided, he slid down in one of the leather chairs, one form which he had an angular view of the windows and the sea, and also of the stained window glass wall of the bathroom.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel took a few steps into the suite and stopped, looking about in amazement. Without looking back, she asked with a tone of awe, "Jesus! What do you do that you can afford this place?"

Hanna laughed as she neared and stopped next to the other woman. She said with a sort of poetic, sing song tune, "Old money, new money, red money, blue money. Sounds right out of Dr. Seuss, doesn't it?"

When the younger woman looked at her with a curious expression, Hanna laughed. "Old money. My grandfather left me a trust fund, about two hundred and twenty grand. I got access to it after high school."

She looked over her shoulder to her husband, who was heading for the suite's bedroom. "Richard there's a genius in investing, and he knew a guy who was a genius at computer software, something I know nothing about and, therefore, will not even attempt to explain."

Hanna leaned in closer to the blonde beauty and whispered, "Honestly, I don't even think my husband understands it all, the computer stuff, I mean. But then, he doesn't have to because his friend does. That why smart people collect smart friends."

She laughed, Angel laughed, and the former continued, "Richard's friend came up with some software program having to do with merging or mixing colors in CGI film animation or something like that, thus the red money, blue money. My genius husband knew a good investment when he saw it, convinced me to dump my big bucks into this guy's company, and voila, new money."

Angel still had a bit of a confused look on her face. Hanna, who'd been holding back until now, stepped up close to the woman and gently laid a hand on the beauty's upper arm. It could have been interpreted as being friendly or intimate; Hanna would let Angel decide what she thought of it.

"The company went public," she continued explaining as she let her hand slip down and away in a soft caress, "we raked in a cool million and a half, and we started our own investment guidance company. Oh, we're not uber rich, like Bezos or Gates, but we're comfortable enough to sneak away each year to a place like this for a couple of weeks."

Hanna headed for the wet bar, asking the other woman if she wanted a drink. When Angel didn't answer, Hanna looked back to find the beauty's attention set on the doors to the bedroom, which Richard had left open a couple of inches; Angel assumed it had been accidental, but Hanna, of course, knew it had been intentional. The man's wife studied the other woman silently, as the other woman studied Hanna's husband in the same way.

The brunette from Sacramento filled three tumblers with ice, being sure not to clink the two solids and disturb Angel's viewing experience. Filling each glass with a different liquor, she picked up two of them and slowly, silently made her way around behind Angel, until she, too, was getting an eyeful of her husband in all his masculine glory.

Hanna said with a soft, meaningful tone of appreciation, "Beautiful, isn't he?"

Angel flinched and quickly turn away from the slightly parted doors. Her face exploded in red as she did all she could not to look into the other woman's eyes. Laughing nervously, she murmured, "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I did it again, didn't I?"

Hanna offered out the two tumblers, identifying the liquors in each. Angel didn't seem to care which was which, took the one with the Tequila in it, and sucked down most of it in one gulp. She grimaced, laughed softly, and began to apologize, "I'm sorry, Hanna, I didn't mean--"

But Hanna cut her off with, "My husband and I would like to invite you into our bed, Angel."

The woman in the skimpy bikini just stared, her eyes wide with surprise. Hanna lifted her tumbler to her mouth, sipped at it while staring back at the younger woman, then continued, "You are ... an incredible beauty, Angel. And if you were interested, we would very much like you to sleep with us tonight ... rather than on the couch."

Angel looked away, then back, then half glanced back toward the bedroom door. She was about to speak again, but Hanna beat her to it. "Our offer to stay here with us tonight or for the next few nights is not -- I repeat not contingent upon you doing this, Angel. Please! I need you to understand that. Our invitation is good regardless of whether or not you are interested in ... well, that."

Hanna moved just a bit closer. In barely more than a whisper, she told the beauty, "I've never been with another woman, and I don't know if--"

"I have," Angel cut in. That caused Hanna to go silent; a chill ran up Richard's wife's spine, which only repeated when Angel looked into her eyes and added with a suggestive tone, "I enjoy other women ... very much."

A moment of silence fell between them. Angel glanced over her shoulder at the door, seeing that Richard was heading toward the gap. She quickly whispered, "I've never done this though ... a couple ... at least, not a husband and a wife--"

“Dinner reservations in an hour,” Richard said as he returned to the living space.

Hanna and Angel each coincidentally turned to their lefts, parting them as they stepped away; the former headed for her husband, the latter for the glass looking out onto the beach and ocean beyond.

"This is an incredible room, Richard," Angel called over her shoulder, trying to make it appear as if she and the man's wife were talking about anything other than a threesome. "I'm impressed."

Meanwhile, Hanna was smiling broadly to Richard, confident that what they'd been hoping for since the beach was going to happen. Angel hadn't said no, and she had indicated that her preferences were well suited to seeing this happen. In fact, her comment about not having been with a married couple before seemed to have indicated that she'd engaged in threesomes before, or as Hanna's husband called them, moresomes.

“We need to double-time...” Richard continued, suggesting a course of action regarding the bathroom situation.

"I think that's a good idea," Hanna said, giving him a smile and a wink. She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, then whispered, "I need more time with her, but..."

She pulled back to look into her husband's eyes, seeing what she believed to be understanding. Hanna turned and headed for the other woman, snatching Angel's hand and dragging her toward her bags. "C'mon, you. Let's get cleaned up and dressed to knock the socks off these loyal yokels ... and maybe we'll even be able to impress my husband enough that he'll take us dancing afterwards."

Angel followed along behind Hanna, looking back to smile nervously to Richard. A moment later, they were behind closed doors...



It was 50 minutes later when Hanna stepped back out of the bathroom. Her face was painted and her hair was in an elaborate braid for which she gave Angel all the credit. She was wearing a towel around her body which she revealed to be otherwise naked when she dropped it at the open doors of the bedroom closet. Picking out her intimates and a sexy black dress, Hanna headed back for the bathroom again, flashing her nakedness to Richard, as well as her confident smile.

"This is going to be the greatest night of our lives," she whispered as she neared him. She stopped to lean over the chair and give her husband a wet kiss, then reached down to his groin to grope his cock. Then laughing, she said about his cock before heading back toward the bathroom, "I hope that thing's ready for action."

Another 15 minutes passed before Angel stepped out of the bathroom rather tentatively, showing off her dancing dress; she wore 4 inch heels that made her fit, athletic legs look impossibly long. She hesitated while Richard ogled her.

"It's too much, isn't it?" Angel asked meekly. She laughed nervously, explaining, "That guy, the one I was supposed to meet. He saw this and thought it would look good on me, so I bought it. Should I put something else on? I have jeans."

 

[KingCorto]

He hadn’t heard what they’d been talking about while he was putting on his show earlier, but when he’d returned to the living room, it seemed to Richard that his wife Hanna was exuberated about how the conversation had transpired. Granted, she’d said that she needed more time, but the confidence she’d exhibited was sparkling before she’d returned to their newfound wonder and retreated to the bathroom with her.

Richard leant back in the chair, looking outside to the ocean, then to the bathroom wall, where he could make out the two female shapes like shades on the frosted glass. The glass mostly made it look like spread out blobs of dark, but occasionally, he could see their shapes clearer, as they were twisting and turning in there. It was nice, like some sort of occluded theatre. And it was ever so slightly frustrating, thinking that Angel was dressing down in there, and that his wife got a head start on him, seeing her naked in all her sexual glory. Hopefully, that was a spectacle they’d share in not too long.

Having waited for Hanna before, and assuming it would not be any quicker than usual that she was in there with Angel, Richard flipped up his phone and extended to reservation another half hour. Then he googled dance clubs in the vicinity and was happy to find many within five minutes. The hotel even had one, and it was getting rave reviews. That might be convenient, he thought, might be something to suggest, unless they all just wanted to head to the room after dinner, he’d play that by ear.

Then he just sat for a while. Thinking, about Angel, about his wife, about this trip, and particularly the evening that was to come. Absently, he googled ‘sexy bikini girls’, and swiping down a few of the selection, he still couldn’t find anyone to match Angel. Putting his phone down, he looked at the time. They’d been in there about half an hour now and were still rushing around. There was still time, he thought, and rose from the chair, went to the bathroom. Once in there, he flipped open his suitcase and brought out his most lavish suit, put it on, nothing but the best for the very special company of the evening, he thought.

He’d just returned to the living room when Hanna emerged from the bathroom, Angel stayed behind. Her makeup was astonishing, and his eyes fixed on her as she flew past flirtingly, returned with her sexiest black dress on a hanger, only stopping to assure him about the awaiting joys of the evening, to grab around his cock again, which was still hard and hardening to her touch, "I hope that thing's ready for action." She teased, he only smiled and nodded confidently. Contrary to popular belief, men, at least not he, did not just cum at once when laying beautiful and sexy women. To the contrary, he found it opposite. The more beautiful and sexier they were, the longer he remained in control. Looking at his wife now, and the image of Angel burned into his mind, Richard figured he’d probably last well into tomorrow, the way this evening was going.

Hanna was gone as fast as she’d come, into the bathroom. Richard remained seated, thighs spread wide, cherishing the pumping pulse of his erection. Then, Angel appeared. His jaws dropped. Her legs were miles long, as she perfectly and graciously balanced the high heels. And then the legs disappeared up under her dress. What a dress it was! It was kept tight but could be zipped open. It covered her somewhat, but there was only a single fold needed to roll it up and expose her hips. Richard wondered if she was wearing anything underneath. "It's too much, isn't it?", Richard swallowed, tried to object, but found no words, only shook his head grinning. She talked about the guy, who in Richard’s opinion must be the worlds biggest idiot to let Angel go, and finished with "Should I put something else on? I have jeans."

Richard cleared his throat, and found his posture back “No, no, heavens no,” he responded, “I’m sure you look amazing in jeans, but in that, you look divine. More fitted to you name.” He couldn’t hide the lust in his eyes and voice. He scanned her from top to toe, and back again. “And besides, it’s new, and hot, and a pity to waste. I think that tonight we can put that dress to good use.”

He rose, stepped close to Angel. His whole frame was tingling from the desire to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t, not yet. Instead, he looked over her shoulder at Hanna through the now open bathroom door. “Perfect timing,” he said, “Now, what do you two girls say to getting out and having some fun?” He gallantly extended both arms for them to grab onto one each

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The two smiling women took hold of an elbow each to let their gallant knight lead them out for dinner. They'd only gotten as far as the hallway, though, as the women laughed at their attempt to stick side by side by side through the narrower hall. Hanna gestured Angel to go first, and when Richard looked to be about to follow, she held him back a moment, whispering, "My God, will you check out that ass."

She hadn't meant for Angel to hear it, but the woman did, and the blonde turned to the side, looking back to laugh and blush. "If this is how it's gonna be all night long, I'll go put on my raggedy old jeans."

Hanna was laughing again by now as she hurried to catch up to the other woman and turn her for the door. With a firm but also somewhat playful voice, she declared, "Well, I can tell you right now, Angel, this is how it's going to be and you aren't changing out of that dress, because that dress is going to be responsible for getting all three of us drunk as fuck tonight without Richard ever taking out his wallet."

The two of them laughed as they headed for the elevator. A couple of minutes later, they were entering the restaurant ... and every pair of eyes -- male or female -- took a moment to appreciate the blond Goddess in the black, faux-leather, second-skin dress.

"If we were in some Middle Eastern nation right now, not that I mean to sound racist or anything," Hanna whispered to Angel as the two of them were being seated by Richard and the maître d', "I think we could probably get a hundred grand for you in that dress."

Angel again turn beat red at the lewd compliment, telling the other woman quietly, "Stop it! I'm ready to break out in a nervous sweat, and if I do, this dress'll probably slide right off of me!"

 

[KingCorto]

Richard’s smile was smirked on from ear to ear. He was truly and utterly enjoying himself, accompanying the two women into the restaurant, and seeing all the eyes shifting, mostly to the stunning attraction that was Angel, but also to his wife and himself, glares of envy from the men and women alike. There were even sparks of interest directed at him, it seemed, Richard presumed he was now of interest to anybody, just for being in the position to keep the company he kept.

They were seated around a circular table by the windows overlooking the patio and the cliffs that descended to a narrow beach and the ocean beyond. The two women were on opposite angles to him, and he found himself wondering what would actually transpire, should Angel’s dress actually slide off from her perspiration. He looked from one to the other, sometimes they were looking back, sometimes at each other, and sometimes in circularly, Hanna at Angel, Angel at him, and him back at his wife, or some other constellation. The atmosphere was one of suspense, and while the conversation flew hazardless and naturally, it wasn’t so much of it, the trio engulfed in their own inner processes, probably all centred on the same core elements; their meeting up, and what might lay ahead.

She wasn’t a big eater, Angel, as one might deduce from her figure, she had a salad and left about half of it. She did drink, though. A nice bottle of wine became another among them, and, skipping deserts, they all topped the meal off with something strong in their glasses, Angel shooting her drink down as it landed on the table. They looked at each other, and Richard raised an eyebrow to the two lovely ladies, “Dancing?” He simply said. The ladies let him know that they needed to just freshen up, excused themselves and headed for the bathroom. Richard watched the swaying asses until they were out of sight, then signalled to the waiter, who was by his side in a heartbeat. He presented his credit card, but the waiter simply waved it off, “No, no sir, it’s all on the house! It’s been a pleasure for everyone in the room, and some tables that were leaving as you arrived have stayed around for another, two, even three more rounds, your money is no good here, and welcome back tomorrow, all three of you!”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The two women hadn't heard their server's comment about the check, but they each would have had a reaction: Hanna wouldn't have been surprised because she'd inconspicuously glancing to the other tables through dinner and she'd seen how often eyes were glued to Angel and -- this did surprise her -- even to herself; Angel, though, had kept her eyes to her dinner partners for the most part, feeling as though she was an animal in a zoo being observed by the crowd, and her reaction would have been one of mortification to know others had paid for the show, as if she was a stripper spinning about the bar.

Although the Taylor couple didn't know it yet, Angel was actually a much shyer and reserved person than they'd imagined. And while they were likely thinking that she was a wild and crazy party girl, truth was that she had been trembling inside off and on all evening, fearful of what she'd gotten herself into by portraying her as something she wasn't.

The sexy bikini in which they'd first seen Angel was the skimpiest one she'd ever owned in her life; she'd only purchased it because the ass hole with whom she'd planned on meeting here had picked it out for her. The same was true about curve hugging, second skin faux-leather dress and tall heels she was wearing now at dinner. Dickless had picked this out of a online clothing site, and Angel had gone to a local specialty clothing store -- one popular with whores and celebrities both -- to try it on, blush, and pay for it.

Her story about letting the concierge jerk off while looking at her was true, but she had been anything but naked: her blouse had been unbuttoned and her bra -- still clasped in back -- had been pushed upward to her clavicles to reveal her magnificent orbs, and her skirt had been down around her thighs but her panties had very much still been right where they should have been. Angel had wanted the ability to redress and flee in a moment's notice if the concierge tried to have his way with her.

There was one entirely true thing Angel had said about herself, though, this had only been said to Hanna and not in Richard's presence: she did like spending time with other women in that very special way, and she had been a participant of threesomes in the past, coincidentally three of them over the course of her sexual life. But while she had very much enjoyed the other women with whom she'd had one-on-one encounters, Angel hadn't fully enjoyed the threesomes -- sexually or emotionally -- which was the real reason she'd seemed hesitant when Hanna suggested the three of them partake in one tonight or in the very near future.

But in the bathroom before they'd come to dinner, Hanna had made her case for at least exploring the possibility. Angel had asked which one of them should use the bathroom first, implying that the other should maybe evacuate the space for modesty's sake.

"If you go out there without me, my husband just might want to jump your bones while I'm showering, Angel," Hanna had said with a smile and laugh while moving nearer the other beautiful woman. Richard's wife didn't stop moving forward until she was mere inches from the couple's house guest. In a softer voice, Hanna had said, "You might be safer in here with me ... even without our clothes on."

The use of the words our clothes as opposed to your clothes had led to both of the women slowly undressing, close to one another, gazes taking in the beauty of the other's features. The message was clear from both of them: I want to see you naked, and I want you to see me naked.

"Let me wash you," Hanna had said suggestively, and a moment later they were together in the shower in an intimate and passionate embrace. Under the pounding water of four showerheads -- divided between different heights and different ends of the stall -- the two of them clutched at each other's bodies, mouths pressed together in desperate, hungry kisses; hands roamed over firm breasts, tight asses, and narrow waists.

Ultimately, one hand roamed down and in between them in search of the pair of sensitive labia lips hiding a different sort of wetness as was being supplied by the shower heads themselves. That exploration stopped suddenly as the woman about to be explored begged between deeply drawn breaths of excitement, "Wait ... wait!

It was Angel's whose fingers had very nearly found a hidden treasure and Hanna who was making the request that they slow down. After a moment of trying to decide whether she'd really wanted the Goddess in her arms not to finger her clit, Hanna had pulled back a bit, laughed, and said, "This got really hot, really fast, didn't it?"

"It did," Angel had agreed, asking a moment later, "Is that a problem?"

"Richard's not here," Hanna said without hesitation. When it appeared as if Angel didn't fully understand the issue, Hanna clarified, "This feels like cheating."

That Angel understood. The two of them had chatted about what had begun, laughed about it some more, kissed a bit more, too, then snatched up the hotel-supplied soap and cleaned each other's bodies with just enough intimate touch to keep the other excited about what wasn't going to happen now but surely would tonight.

And now, here the two of them were in the hotel restaurant's Ladies Lounge, pretending to touch up their makeup while waiting for a third woman to finish and leave. Once they were alone, they each asked the other almost simultaneously, "Are you okay?"

They laughed, the echo of their joyous outburst bouncing off the tile walls and startling them. They quieted down, and after a moment Hanna said with a sincere tone, "Angel, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known ... the most beautiful woman either Richard or I have ever known. My husband and I have dreamed of this ... of you ... for longer than I can remember."

The blonde smiled and blushed, diverting her eyes before looking back and -- not knowing what else to say -- responded quietly, "Thank you, Hanna."

Richard's wife moved up to the other woman, caressed an arm with softly touching fingers, and said with a serious tone, "No pressure tonight, okay? You know what I want. You know what Richard wants. But tonight is just about the three of us having fun, about getting to know each other more."

Hanna moved closer still, until her C-cups pressed against the D-cups of the other woman and their mouths came together for another soft but erotic kiss. When their lips separated, both women smiled and -- again, almost simultaneously -- each said, "Let's go dancing."

They were still laughing when they found Richard and headed for the nightclub. The music was electronic with snippets of retro from just about every era. Hanna enjoyed it looking to how Angel was already beginning to rock back and forth, she apparently did, too.

"Get us some drinks!" Hanna told her husband as she clutched one of his butt cheeks fiercely with modest nails. "I'm taking Angel out onto the floor. Come find us."

The two women headed away to the middle of the floor. It only took seconds for men in every direction to spot them; some were already making their way toward the sexy pair, intent on claim their territory. But no sooner did the first one step up to ask if he could dance with one or both of them, Hanna pulled Angel in tight to her and met her mouth in an erotic kiss that the other woman returned with a hunger. That got a lot of attention, which hadn't been Hanna's intention, but at the same time it had put up a roadblock for the horn-dogs who thought they might have a chance with the presumably straight babes.

They were still in each others arms -- dancing sexily though no longer kissing -- when Richard finally arrived with their drinks. And as soon as Hanna and Angel had their glasses, their arms were wrapped around the man's waist, pulling him in to dance with them. Hanna stretched taller to tell her husband over the music, "Kiss me!"

He did. It was a passionate kiss with wet lips and entangled tongues. And when they separated again, Hanna looked into her husband's eyes and said with a devilish smirk, "Now ... kiss Angel like you just kissed me."

She didn't wait for a response from Richard before taking hold of the other woman and moving her right into her husband's body. Hanna reached around Angel to grasp her husband's clothing, pulled him hard into the still gyrating Goddess. She kissed Angel on the shoulder and said, "Kiss my husband like you kissed me in the shower tonight."

 

[KingCorto]

Richard sat content at the table waiting until the women returned from the bathroom, and when they emerged, he rose to meet them, gallantly giving them his arms as he’d done before. Since the restaurant floor was much wider than the corridor earlier, he could now stride like a king past all the rotating heads as they walked out.

They agreed enthusiastically to his suggested hotel club, and as they entered, he saw that the reviews had been right, the space was grand and imaginative, with both large floodlit open spaces, as well as dark nooks and crannies out from and around the dancefloors, of which there were several. He felt how both of his girls were already grooving to the music, which was very danceable in his mind, deep, electronic rhythms, spiced with various genres from folk, jazz, rock and ethnic, just perfect to break up the monotony, and to inspire imaginative moves.

He smiled and nodded as Hanna urged him to go get drinks, before turning away with Angel on her arm, he watched as the two beauties swayed their way onto the dancefloor, then he scanned for the nearest bar. As it turned out, he was right next to one, which he found handy indeed. The line didn’t take long, either. There were two bartenders already by his corner, however, they didn’t really notice him signalling to them before Hanna and Angel was engulfed by the dancing crowd, at which point they both snapped out as from a spell.

Instead of asking him what he’d have, the bartender opened with another question, “Did you come with them?” pointing to the place Hanna and Angel had gone onto the floor, a place where they no longer where. Richard laughed, “Yeah, having the time of my life,” he said, the bartender opened his mouth again, and then it shut, and Richard carried on, “And also having three of your coolest drinks in tall glasses, please, if I may.” The bartender nodded and smiled, and after some shaking and twisting, they were on the counter. “No charge, mister, on the house, and enjoy your evening with us!” Jeez, Richard thought. He wondered if Angel ever paid for anything. Oh, yes, she’d spent all her money being stood up, he remembered. Good, he thought, that means the three of us are special together.

They were easy to find, just go in the direction everyone was looking, and there they were, engulfed in very close up, sexy dance. “Hello”, he tried, but got muffled by the music, so instead he alerted them to his presence by holding the glasses out to them. Two big smiles, twisting bodies, he was twisting himself, now, they took the glasses, and then moved in close from each their side of him, two arms slid under his jacket and pulled him in. He rolled with it, took a sip of his drink, and looked from lady to lady as he thought how he’d of course had two arms around his waist before, but that it was different, now, because the arms were different, one was Hanna’s, the other Angel’s, which was noticeable and highly arousing.

“Kiss me!” Hanna said close to his ear, and he did, deeply, their lips opening and crossing, tongues tangling together while they kept swaying to the music, he just caught his wife’s sigh as they pulled back apart. He smiled at her and winked. She spoke again, “kiss Angel like you just kissed me.”, and before he was quite done processing the request, his wife took hold of the sex goddess they’d found, and pulled them all together, Angel pressed up face to face against Richard, his wife behind Angel, rubbing up against her beautifully arched back and tight round ass. Hanna kissed Angel’s shoulder, said something to her that Richard couldn’t hear over the music.

Then their eyes fixed, his and Angels, he’d been so focused on her long legs, amazing ass, tits, curves, that he hadn’t noticed how dreamy her eyes were, at least as he was looking at her now. Angels lips parted lightly, anticipatingly, and as his hands now slid around her waist, one of them also around Hanna’s waist, so he had a hand of each of the women’s upper buttocks, he leant in and kissed her, deeply, like he’d kissed his wife, and he drew in the sweet tasting sensation of Angel’s slightly thinner but still soft and wet lips, and the pointy curve of her tongue, as it playfully swirled around his.

He did not know how long they remained locked, but finally they came up for air. Behind the women, Richard saw a crowd of people barely moving, fixated on the trio. Probably, it was the same the other way because Angel looked down shyly. The lights on the floor were white and blue right now, but even through that, her cheeks shone brightly red. He leant down and stroked her cheek, “Now, now, Angel, no need to be shy, you’re with us now.” He kissed her again, less intense, less deep, but very passionately, then pulled back, held his arms around her petite frame. “Now,” he said to her, “It’s time for me to see you kiss my wife.” And he started to swing her around to Hanna.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Pressed up closely to the other two, Hanna watched with great joy as her husband kissed another woman, with not only her permission but with her direction as well. Again, like when Richard spoke about emptying his balls inside the Goddess of a woman, Hanna felt a twinge of jealousy. Even though this entire encounter had begun with her, she couldn't help but feel as though she was giving something of herself and of her husband away. She wrote it off as natural; one did not simply send their spouse off to another's bed without feeling some form or loss or regret.

But at the same time, Hanna knew that this was everything she'd wanted for her marriage for a long time. Oh, maybe not Angel in particular or even another female; there had been lewd conversation between Hanna and Richard about another cock -- as opposed to another pussy -- joining them in a night of bliss. But more often than not, it had been a second female between the sheets that had made the both of them so horny that the post-conversation sex had always been hotter.

Knowing that it would be this perfect example of womanhood currently making out with her husband who would provide an atomic weapon sized bang to their sex life was simply fantastical to Hanna. With one hand in her husband's jacket, pulling him in tighter to both her and the woman of her dreams and the second hand firmly planted on the faux-leather enclosed ass of that very woman, Hanna was dripping wild into the sling of cloth cutting between her thighs, desperate to see this encounter move from the public arena to a more private one.

Hanna missed what her husband said to Angel about being shy, but she very much heard Richard say, “Now ... It’s time for me to see you kiss my wife.”

She was under the impression that her husband had heard her admit to having kissed Angel in the shower earlier in the evening, yet she still responded to his request by using the out of date adage with a bit added on to the end, "Been there, done that, doing it again!"

Turning her head to the other woman and lifting a hand to her cheek and jaw, Hanna lured Angel's mouth back to hers again for a deeply erotic, get-a-room kiss that near the end caused Hanna to begin laughing at the almost painful chill that had run up her spine.

"My drink's empty!" she announced to the pair as she shook her glass before her. She kissed Richard again, then told the other woman over the music, "Keep my husband company while I go get us some refills!"

As she turned to leave, a man intentionally cut her off, asking over the booming tunes, "If he's your husband, who's she?"

Without missing a beat, Hanna responded, "She's my sister!"

Hanna turned away from the man, heading to the bar, giggling hard and loud. She looked back over her shoulder to find the man talking to others; the rumor was spreading, and it simply tickled Hanna pink. At the counter, the bartender gave her a wave of familiarity and went immediately to work on three more drinks.

Again, he waved off payment. Even though Richard would have taken care of the charges tonight with their credit card, Hanna had squirreled away some cash, too. In full view of the drink maker and his sidekick, she reached into her bra and pulled out a folded twenty, offering it out. The man took it gladly -- it was, after all, for him, not the house -- and with a devilish smirk ran the crisp edge of it under his nose, drawing a deep breath. Hanna laughed, accused him of being a bad, bad man, and headed away with the glasses held in her hand in a triangle.

The thick crowd of dancers parted before her like the red sea before Moses, with any number of pairs of eyes checking her out. She was almost returned to her partners when a man leaned in and offered, "If your sister steals you man, I just want you to know that my brother and I are here to pick up the slack for you."

Hanna smiled and laughed; the slight-of-build, blond haired, pale skinned man had gestured to his brother, who was six inches taller, 60 pounds more muscular, and as black as night. All she said to him in response before plowing ahead was, "Brother, huh. Okay, I'll keep you in mind."

When she arrived, Hanna found Angel and Richard doing pretty much what they had been when she'd left, dancing closely, grinding occasionally, and making eyes at each other that left no doubt to the hunger between them. A wandering waitress had collected the couple's empty glasses at some point, letting Hanna pass out the fresh ones. She kissed her husband, then kissed her future lover.

Then, after downing her drink in three quick gulps, Hanna told them with all seriousness, "I need to get naked with the two of you. I need to get naked with the two of you now!"

Angel's eyes widened a bit at the realization that they'd reached that point of no return in this new, strange relationship. It was time for her to say yes or no, something that -- back in the shower, in the suite, and later in the restaurant ladies lounge -- Hanna had made very clear was to be her decision alone.

The two women stared deeply into one another's rather alcohol glazed eyes before Angel finally nodded tentatively. Looking to Richard, the sexy blonde said barely loud enough to be heard over the music, "I need to get naked with you, too. Both of you."

 

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“And I need for the three of us to get naked together, and it can be none too soon.” Richard grinned, taking a big sip of his drink, spilling some of it as he caressed the lower backs of both his girls. Luckily, no dresses were injured in the process. He emptied the last of it, and like on cue, that wandering waitress just passed on by, and seeing as they all three had emptied their drinks in record time, he collected them from Hanna and Angel, and placed them politely on the waitress’ tray. She smiled and nodded, eyes shooting from Angel to Hanna to him, seemingly not exactly sure what to focus on and take in.

“Luckily, the club is right here in the hotel, I think there’s an elevator just by the entrance.” He ushered them along playfully, “Let’s make for it, girls! We’ve got some getting naked-ing to do!”.

The hotel elevators were of ample size, and the three of them were all alone in it. Still, they huddled together like polar expeditioners without a tent at night. The women had him pinned up against the wall, his arms engulfed them, and pulled them closer, his hands explored further down their buttocks than they had before, well, his hands had been all over and way down Hanna’s ass before, but he was thinking about tonight, with Angel. Gawd, how tight Angel’s ass was, he gave it a squeeze to feel, which resulted in a yelp and a giggle, and a deep kiss, before he turned to his wife, kissing her with the same passion.

‘Pling’, and they were up, 12th, the doors slid open, and they hurried down the hall to the room, for which Richard first fumbled and lost the key on the floor, felt hands on his ass to as he bent to pick it up, heard more giggles, before he got the door open, through which they stumbled before it slammed shut behind them. It was silent for a second, then they all kissed, meaning all of them, the three mouths meeting, tongues twirling in the air, sliding from one mouth to the other, before they let go exchanging suttle sighs and moans.

Richard looked at Angel in her tight dress, the sipper running down the front, he smiled crookedly then let one hand slide up the front of it, cupping over one of her big, round tits and held still there, feeling her slight shiver, or was it his? “You know, Angel,” he whispered, “I lied.” Stopped for a pause, smiling. Angel looked up at him in puzzlement, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, “How so?” came the response. “I said I wasn’t gonna lick your tits. But, you know, I am.”

His free hand reached out to Hanna and pulled her close. He kissed her deeply, then took hold of her hand and led it up to rest over Angel’s other tit. “What do you say, beloved wife, how about we unwrap her, then give her the night of her life?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The closer they got to the room, the hotter the situation got for both women. In the elevator, they kissed with wild abandon, and once they were in the room, hands roamed in much the same way. When Richard said he was indeed going to be licking her tits, Angel only laughed and pulled him closer for another erotic kiss.

“What do you say, beloved wife,” Hanna's husband asked her, “how about we unwrap her, then give her the night of her life?”

His wife looked to the other woman for a signal, and suddenly she believed she saw Angel hiding something behind her smile. Hanna kissed and groped Richard again, then told him, "Go to our room and get out of your clothes. We'll be right there. Go, it's okay. We'll be right behind you."

As Richard was making his way toward the king sized bed, Hanna pulled the slightly taller Angel to her, kissed her softly on the lips once, then asked softly, "Are you ready for this, Angel. Really! Don't bullshit me."

The blonde leaned in to kiss Hanna with passion, but Richard's wife could feel the trembling in her lips and tongue. When their mouths parted, Hanna said knowingly, "You're scared."

After a moment, Angel whispered, "A bit."

Hanna looked back over her shoulder at her husband, then back. "Scared of being with him, scared of being with me ... of being with both of us?"

"All of that maybe," Angel answered. "I, um ... I may have given you the impression that I'm some sort of free wheeling, come what may, done it all, ready to do it all again sexpot. Hanna, I'm not."

"Neither are we, honey, neither are we," Hanna said with a reassuring tone as she pulled the woman tighter to her again for a soft but erotic kiss. "We've never done this. That's why we want to do this. Why we want to do this with you, Angel."

The older woman studied the younger one as she herself looked over Hanna's shoulder at the man who'd been fucking one of them for 15 years and now wanted to fuck the other. Angel leaned in close to Hanna's ear and whispered. Hanna pulled back and looked to the other woman with a surprised expression.

"Really?" When Angel nodded, Hanna looked to her husband, then back, then said, "Okay. Let's do it."

Hanna took Angel's hand and led her to the bedroom. She looked to Richard with a smirk, looked to Angel, then looked to the man again. Then, with a matter of fact tone, Hanna said, "Angel thinks she would be more comfortable doing this, honey if ... well ... if we tied you to the bed."

 

[KingCorto]

Listening to his wife in the bedroom, Richard’s head spun. Normally, he’d have contributed that to the alcohol, but it wasn’t that, he felt clear and in control of his body and senses, he figured the adrenalin had burned all the drinks to vapor before it had a chance to affect him in any way. It could be oxygen deprivation, of course, his blood was streaming to his crotch right now, he had dressed down to only his black boxer shorts when the women had joined him in there, and his erection was thundering. He could hear its pulse behind his inner ear, accompanying the firm throb as his shaft grew harder and thicker by the second, his brain was on top of his body, of course, and he knew it lost the pressure first, unless he lay down, which it seemed to him he pretty soon would be doing. Richard grinned at the thought of all those urban legend stories about huge guys passing out from under their enormous hard-ons. Maybe those stories were true after all, it was only that the situation needed to be sexy enough... If that was true, it was a cruel joke for nature to be playing on the tribes of human men.

It was none of those, though. Bondage, huh? Yeah, he wasn’t afraid of that, maybe a bit opposite, actually. They’d tried bondage a handful times in their life together, Hanna and him, it had been anti climatic, overall. But that was because there hadn’t been much of a spark to them, they’d talked about that after the facts, and had decided it was just too much trust between them, there was no real thrill to being tied up like that, it frankly hadn’t seemed dangerous at all, and they both figured that slight scare was supposed to be much of the appeal. On his end of it, when tying Hanna down, he wasn’t really able to. He kept tying the knots too loose. Richard leant towards the dominant side sexually, but in his head tying her down like that only made him think about if she was ok, so he sort of didn’t. As for her, she was able to tie him down as firmly as she could. However, her knot-tying wasn’t all that great, so Richard knew that he could always wiggle out of them, even if they seemed tight. He didn’t, though, but it felt more like roleplay than the actual bondage thing.

So maybe I’ve really not tried it, that thought shot past his mind, maybe Angel does some really tight knots and he’d be pinned down, and that would release a flood of sensation. He didn’t even know if he’d prefer that, but the realisations and questions certainly affected him further, his cock was now veritably bulging, pressing out on the boxer’s lining so that he had to shift his weight around for it to find some room. And of course, there were three of them here. Angel was with them. That was newsworthy in capital letters already, and now they threw bondage on top of that! The first day of the vacation not yet done, the main course still untouched on the table, up until now it had been a string of world class starters, he mused at what the dessert would be if he followed the metaphor through.

He looked at the women, from one, to the other, then back again. Angling his head, his fingers slid in under his boxer lining, pulled it down an inch. “Bondage, huh?” Smiling, “Yeah, I can see it going on,” he pulled down another inch, below his lower waistline, looking over at the suitcases, “there are some belts in mine and nylon pantyhoses in yours, I think you’ll be covered.”

Then his boxers dropped, and he stepped out of them before the women. His cock stood like a log from his crotch, only slightly trembling under the pulse, it was full, it was hard, it was straight, and, looking down at it, Richard found it was longer and thicker now than he’d seen it in years, he felt it literally tearing on the skin. Leaning in to kiss both of them, teasingly stroking his hands up the curves of both women, cup under their tits, he stepped back onto the bed and lay himself in the middle, like in an X, his hands up and his ancles down, towards the very practical metal pole framing that was part of the bed’s corners. His cock stood like a flagpole. Would they tease him, sex themselves over and out of his reach? Would they come at him and take turns devouring him? Richard’s felt surges of anticipation, and was suddenly looking forward to this, pushing a lot of boundaries, “You girls feel free to do your thing.” He said.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The surprise in her husband's eyes wasn't unexpected as Hanna told Richard of their idea. Their attempts in the past at incorporating ropes and such had been failures, and he'd likely thought they'd never try it again.

“Bondage, huh?” he mused this time, “Yeah, I can see it going on.”

Again, no surprise on Hanna's part as Richard began talking about the restraining opportunities they had easily accessible, finishing, “...I think you’ll be covered.”

Angel turned her back to the man and leaned in close to Hanna, whispering. Richard's wife's face initially looked surprised, too, but after a whisper back to the other woman, said to Richard, "We're covered it seems."

Angel turned back in time to see Richard expose his fully solidified cock. Her eyes widened with a combination of shock and delight; it was bigger than she thought it was from her first peek at it through the cracked bedroom doors earlier in the day. It was 9 inches long or maybe even a bit more, which was better than average of her previous lover by 2 inches, but it was the girth that had her looking at it with awe.

"You put that in you?" she whispered to Hanna just loud enough for Richard to hear, too."

"Yeah, it can be a daunting task sometimes," Hanna responded, "but it's possible."

"We'll see in a bit, I guess," Angel whispered again.

Hanna's eyes went from her husband's cock to the gorgeous face of their imminent lover. She realized that the blonde's comment was the first 100% verification that she was in fact planning on fucking Richard. Before this, and even up to when Angel spoke of maybe needing the man tied down to continue, the beauty had still been reserving the possibility that this might not happen. Now, however, Hanna was certain that Angel herself was certain.

Her husband came over -- his hard cock swinging left and and right with each step -- to kiss and caress and grope them for a minute before saying, “You girls feel free to do your thing.”

Hanna laughed at the sight of her husband laying spread eagle on the bed, his rock hard cock hovering over his belly at a 45 degree angle. She told Angel, "You do that, I'll take care of him for the moment."

Hanna looked directly at her husband, pointed an extended finger, and demanded, "You don't leave that bed, or this ends here and now."

She smiled and chuckled, then looked to Angel. "Why don't you undress me, then go do what you need to do."

Angel kissed Hanna softly, then more erotically, then turned the slightly older woman away from her to pull down the zipper at her back. Hanna was facing her husband, so the tight fitting dancing dress loosened slowly about her 34-24-36 frame and C-cup breasts, then fell away to gather about her ankles. Underneath the now shed gown Hanna wore only a tiny red thong that, by now, was very dark at its lowest point from the leakage of natural lube that this night of sexual excitement and anticipation had caused her.

"Okay," Hanna told Angel, as if dismissing her.

But the other woman turned Richard's wife to her, to look her over from top to bottom, before whispering, "You're so incredible."

Hanna laughed dismissively, asking, "Compared to whom?"

Angel laughed, too, but not for the same reason. She said with a sincere tone, "You are gorgeous. You're what, 30 something? And you have the body of an 18 year old."

It wasn't exactly true; Hanna had lost a bit of her tightness, her muscle tone, and had put on just a bit more than 5 pounds since she was still in her teen years. But she wasn't at all fat, she still had her curves, and her tits had somehow defied the ravages of gravity and were nearly as firm and pert as the other woman's.

Hanna had always found it disappointing that she'd been able to maintain such a sexy body while at the same time suffering the near total collapse of her sex life. It had seemed so unfair; she had friends her age back home who were dynamos in the sack, total beasts who could lead a man's cock to explode four times a night while enjoying a half dozen or more orgasms themselves and yet didn't because their bodies had suffered the ravages of time and their lovers -- husbands, boyfriends, random lust interests -- were no longer attracted to them due to what Mother Nature had done to them.

And here was Hanna Taylor, still looking at hot as fuck, unexcited and unexcitable by the prospect of sex with her equally still hot husband of 15 years. Well, not tonight. Tonight, Hanna was hot to trot, leaking anxiously with anticipation, while a gorgeous Goddess of a woman looked her up and down, caressed the curves of her breasts, waist, and hips, and told her she was beautiful.

The pair moved in closer together and kissed, softly at first but them more passionately. Hands roamed, heads tilted, and minds filled with not just their lust for one another but from the knowledge that Hanna's husband was watching every moment of their interaction, waiting to contribute himself.

"Go get them," Hanna whispered when the pair's mouths separated. As Angel wandered off to the living room, the other woman moved around the bed, mounted it, and told her husband, "Until we have what we need to tie you, grab the headboard, and no touching."

Once she knew she had Richard's obedience, Hanna moved forward until her knees were against her husband's waist and thigh, then reached out and began fondling his cock with one hand while gently juggling his balls with the other. She knew what he liked for foreplay and set about pleasuring him as she had so often in the past. The difference, of course, was that tonight was going to be nothing like the past.

"I can't believe we're doing this, Richard," she whispered, not wanting Angel -- still in the other room -- to hear. Looking into his eyes, she said with the deepest emotion, "I love you. And I love you for doing this for me."

Deep inside, Hanna believed that her husband was doing this for her more than she was doing it for him. Yeah, sure, the casual observer would have thought Oh my god, that guy's gonna have a ménage à trois with the most beautiful woman in the resort town ... and with his wife, too. But to Hanna, this was her having a threesome with her loving husband and, oh yeah, a good looking chick they'd met on the beach.

Without notice, Hanna suddenly moved to straddle her husband, grasping his cock in one hand to begin working him inside her as she kissed him madly. She repeatedly whispered I love you's to him as she worked the head of his cock up and down her slit, lathering it with her juices as was necessary to get the thick pole into her hole which, even after all these years, was still tight enough to make first intrusion tough at times.

In the other room, there was a clattering of light weight metal, to which Hanna immediately told her husband, "Don't worry about it, honey. She's fine."

Hanna groaned deeply at the feel of her husband's cock finally penetrating her vaginal muscles, and she hesitated a moment before pushing her body down further against him. "My god ... still ... after all this time ... after all these years ... you feel so fucking good going inside me."

She sat up, using her athletically fit legs to maintain her position a few inches above Richard's groin, then ever so slightly began bobbing such that she wetted and slowly took in more and more of her husband's shaft. She watched his face intently as he slipped deeper and deeper into her, smiling at the joy she saw in his eyes, until finally her ass was firmly pressed against his groin and thighs.

Then she just sat there, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, as she said, "Okay, so, now we wait."

The wait wasn't long, though, as Angel returned to the room, saw the couple already fucking, and said with mock shock, "You started without me?"

Coming around the end of the bed, Angel held out the pull cords she'd cut from the living room window's drapes with a knife from the mini kitchen. She flashed them at Richard, smiling, then blushing a bright red. "Will these do? Oh, and, sorry. They're probably gonna charge you some big bucks to have these fixed."

 

[KingCorto]

Angel seemed both awed and intimidated about the grith of his cock, from what he overheard, she was concerned about if it would fit at all. Richard could understand that, she was petite, but where there is will, there is a way, and he certainly had the will, and from what she was saying, she seemed to have that too.

The girls were whispering and scheming, he couldn’t hear and didn’t care, right now, he just lay comfortable on the bed, his cock high and ready, looking at the two gorgeous ones, that he soon hoped to be inside, first one, then the other, then back again, hopefully all night. The two of them kissed passionately, before Angel skilfully slid Hanna’s dress of, and turned her towards him. Apparently, Angel needed to fix something in the other room, cause Hanna sent her off, then came crawling into bed with him. She said she loved him for giving her this, “Us, baby,” he answered, “I’m doing it for me too, and for you, and as much as you love me for it, I love you back just as much, for this, for all of it.”

Then she straddled him, sat across his hips, lifted her tiny thong to the side, and started to slide down on him. His wife was very tight, still after all these years, he could feel her pussy tightening around him as his big, swollen head pressed inside, he moaned gently, taking care to keep his hands up high, she’d told him not to touch, and he was gonna go with that, even if he’d have loved to reach out for her breasts by now, to pinch her nipples and help pull her down on him. He could do without that, he could just lay there in luxury as she ever so slowly sank deeper down onto him, until he impaled her to the root of his shaft, sat there gently with him deep inside, like an hors d'oeuvre. He liked it very much.

And then Angel returned, with new cut cords, my oh, that was sophisticated, he thought, grinning wide and nodding it away when she apologized for costing him a bill for vandalism, or something, “Think nothing of it, Angel,” he smiled, “that will all be taken care of.” Angel smiled back at him, pulled out one of the chords, “Are you ready?” She asked, and Richard nodded. Hanna nodded too, and slowly she started to bob up and down on him, very slowly sliding almost all the way off of him, then down again, rolled as she cushioned on his thighs, then up again, down, up, down, driving her crazy as her pussy flexed teasingly around his shaft.

Angel started with his feet. She made good knots, he thought, when one was done, he wiggled his ancle just a little. Not to get free, but to check if he could, something he kinda doubted. The two feet were done, and Angel moved up the side of the bed to the headpost, started to tie up one of his hands. And once that was done, she took the shortcut over the bed, rolled into it, strode over his chest, leant in to kiss him, turned backwards to kiss Hanna, who was still sliding up and down on his cock. Her wet juices flowing and lubricating him. Angel slid off the other side, and tied his other hand tight. He pulled it a little, yep, definitely stuck, though the chords were long enough, he had some room to wiggle and get into comfortable positions.

Angel stood by the side of the bed a while, looking at Hanna fucking her husband. Her hand rose to her breast, squeezed it through the dress. “I’m all done, Hanna, your husband should be nicely pacified now.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Hanna's attention had been shifting from Angel's binding of her husband to her husband's reactions to being bound, but now -- with him solidly tied up -- she carefully lifted herself off Richard's erection and moved slowly off the bed.

The shapely blonde's eyes went directly to the hard, glistening cock rising from the man's groin, then to his face as she smiled. She said softly, "You have a beautiful cock, Richard."

"Ignore him, Angel," Hanna chastised, turning the beauty's face to her and kissing her on the mouth. When they separated, she said with a serious tone, "He's not here. It's just you and me."

Hanna engaged Angel in a long, erotic kiss as their hands caressed over shoulders, arms, and waists. Richard's wife shifted her lips and tongue to the other woman's neck while her hands grasped the girl's ass cheeks and pulled their bodies hard together.

"Angel, you have too many clothes on," Hanna said as she moved back a bit. She reached up to the zipper catch between Angel's breasts, hesitated, then began pulling it downward slowly ... ever so slowly. Angel smiled in delight as the tight fitting dress began to open up, freeing her bosom; when she glanced toward Richard for his reaction, Hanna reached up quickly and pulled her face forward again.

"He's not here, Angel," Hanna repeated. "It's just you and me here."

Angel found that hard to fully imagine, but after a moment she realized why Hanna was stressing this. Angel had expressed her concerns that she might not be able to do a married couple, so Hanna had decided to play as if it was only the two of them here.

Slowly but surely, Angel's firm D-cups showed more and more of themselves as the zipper continued to lower. The areola of one nipple began to reveal itself, followed quickly by the other; a swollen nipple did the same, as did its opposite side equal. Angel was now looking firmly into Hanna's eyes, but Hanna herself was looking between the two incredible tits that she'd had the pleasure to touch earlier in the shower. Soon enough -- or rather not, as it had taken what felt like forever -- most of both of Angel's boobs were fully displayed.

"Take it off," Hanna said when the zipper was at its lowest. She stepped back a bit, to ensure that her husband could see the magnificent display. "Take it all off."

Angel did as requested, but -- as Hanna had been doing -- she moved slowly, rushing nothing. The dress's straps came off her shoulders one after another, down her upper arms in the same manner; her bosom was on full display to both members of the Taylor household. Angel smiled wide, and to Hanna -- and indirectly to Richard, who wasn't there, of course -- she admitted, "I'm trembling inside."

"Your cold," Hanna said. "The room's cold."

"It's not that and you know it," Angel countered. "You know why."

She reached for where the dress fit the narrowest portion of her hourglass figure. She wriggled the faux-leather fabric down her waist, her hips, her thighs; she took the tiny black thong underneath with it, and as she leaned forward -- unnecessarily, really -- to emphasize her ass, Angel pushed the dress to the point where gravity took it the rest of the way to her ankles.

Stepping out of the clothing but retaining the sexy heels that made her legs appear to be two-thirds her height, Angel shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her hips to shift to and fro, up and down. Ever so slowly, she began a turn for Hanna's viewing pleasure; when her back was to Hanna -- her profile to Richard -- Angel peeked to the man tied to the bed for his reaction to seeing her fully nude for the first time.

Suddenly, Angel shrieked and leaped an inch of two as a hand landed solidly on a bared ass cheek. She spun and was about to ask what that was all about when Hanna reminded her, "He's not here!"

Angel's shocked look faded, and she blushed a bright red. She said meekly, "Sorry, Hanna."

"Sorry isn't good enough," Hanna chastised. "Punishment is due."

Angel was expecting more, but nothing else came from Hanna. She realized suddenly that the other woman was letting her decide what the punishment should be. Angel's smile spread even further. She moved close to Hanna, stared into her eyes for a moment, then slowly lowered herself to her knees, kissing her way from a nipple to a belly button to a mown groin, exposed now as Angel pulled the thong down from the woman's hips to her feet.

Then, grasping Hanna's ass cheeks, she pressed her face into the meeting of the woman's thighs and began lapping at the soaking wet folds of skin there.

 

[KingCorto]

Richard twitched in impatient agony as he lay there watching Angel undress. Her body was a dream, more, a full range of dreams, a realm of dreams even, he watched her tits, her mile long legs, and as the dress fell, the amazing partition where her thighs never met, the small, curved fold of her pussy. If Richard’s hands had been free, they would have been on his cock now, unless he could have reached out for Angel, he would not have been able to hold himself back. If she hadn’t asked for him tied down, he would probably have been all over her by now, inside her very soon.

Angel eyed him, and Hanna saw, slapped her buttock hard, told Angel she was to be punished, and now the sex-goddess was on her knees, her mouth engulfed into his wife’s crotch, licking, and sucking the juices from her pussy. It was so sexy, Richard’s cock was reaching new hights as it stood hard and throbbing, the wide, red head glistering with Hanna’s juices.

He needed her soon, Angel, on him like his wife had just been, or on his face, or her tits on him, or anything, really, he just needed Angel, and Hanna, to make it perfect. Richard moaned and twitched where he lay, observing the women from top to toe, wanting them on his cock.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Although she had told Angel to consider Richard absent from the room, the moment the blonde beauty pressed her face into her groin, Hanna's eyes went directly to her husband's. The effect of the younger woman's lips against her own lips and of her tongue lapping between them an upwards against her clit was unbelievable; Richard had always been great at licking Hanna's pussy, but it only took moments to realize that Angel had an affinity for another woman's private parts.

"She's unbelievable," Hanna said to her husband, expecting Angel to hear the words and recognize her appreciation for what was being done to her. Richard's wife parted her feet a bit, opening herself wider, then leaned over the other woman a bit, grasping her head and holding it tightly into her crotch. Hanna's bosom was rolling with the movement of the rest of her body against Angel, and her face tightened up with an expression that was one part delight, one part, surprise, and one part total disbelief. Again, and with more emotion, Hanna cried out to her husband, "Oh my dear God almighty ... Richard ... Richard ... Jesus ... she's incredible!"

Suddenly, Angel pulled back and used all her strength to usher Hanna to the edge of the bed, pushing her back until she was forced to sit down upon it next to Richard's bound leg. The younger woman slipped her hands under the older one's thighs, clutched her at the small of her back, and pressed her face into her crotch again; her lips enveloped the upper portion of Hanna's pussy, and her tongue went to work with rapid up and down motions over the woman's clit.

Hanna was moaning out animatedly by now, wrapping her legs around Angel's head and crossing her ankles together. She rested her upper body's weight on elbows between Richard's bound legs for a moment but then repositioned the arm nearest her husband crotch; looking to him with a desperate expression, she practically bellowed, "Thank you, Richard, oh dear God, thank you!"

She caught sight of her husband's cock as it twitched over his belly, then smiled. Hanna reached down between her legs, momentarily interrupting Angel's good work. When her hand came back, she spit into it, then grasped Richard's cock and began pumping it hard, fast, and firmly. She spit into it again, then a third time until he was thoroughly lubed and proceeded to stroke him the way she knew he liked it, wanting him to cum as she did.