Putting on a show for him (Closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa Patterson held onto her husband's hand tightly as the plane's engines powered it away from Manchester airport. Finally, they were off on their holiday, leaving the drab British weather behind them. Melissa couldn't wait. Two weeks at an upmarket resort in the Turkish town of Bodrum was just what she needed. Sunbathing during the day, fancy dining and clubbing at night. She would be in her element.

It had been a frantic couple of days leading up to the holiday though. She'd only arrived back from London the day before. There'd been just enough time to do some laundry then pack before setting off for the airport the following morning. It wasn't ideal but she'd never been one to turn down work, especially when it was for a regular client. She'd been in London working a trade stand for a heavy machinery company at a construction expo. This was the third year she’d been invited back to work their stand and she didn't want to let down her regular clients.

Melissa had left school at sixteen with few prospects. To begin with she'd worked in a dead end job in one of the clothes stores in Manchester city centre. Then, one day, a guy had offered her some work as a photographic model for cash and naively she'd accepted it. It had started as lingerie modelling but then, inevitably, this had led to some solo nude photo sets. You could still find them on the internet if you knew where to look but Melissa wasn't about to tell anyone where. After that, there’d been offers to do low budget porn, but sensibly she'd turned them down.

But then, another career path had opened up for her, working as a promo girl. She had the figure for it and her gregarious nature made her ideal for expos and events where the clientele were mainly male. She made a good living from it. The travelling could be a pain, but she enjoyed her job and had no problem dressing up in the skintight outfits the vendors always wanted her to wear. On the stand she must have been chatted up a hundred times a day, groped occasionally too, but it was water off a duck’s back to her. She was used to the attention and besides, she had no problem with men admiring her body.

But she had always remained faithful to her husband, Steve, even though, apart from the obvious physical attraction, she was never quite sure what he saw in her. He was intelligent, had a good job with prospects and, well, she was a promo girl. She knew she wasn't like the other company wives, but it had never bothered him so she didn't let it bother her.

They'd been married eight years now. They'd made it past the seven year itch but deep down Melissa knew the passion wasn't as intense as it had been when they were first married. But then, that was the same for all couples, wasn't it? She knew he watched porn from time to time and every now and then she found herself daydreaming about what might have been with some dishy guy who'd tried to chat her up on the stand that day.

Melissa relaxed her grip on her husband's hand as the plane reached its cruising altitude. 'Who knows?' she thought, perhaps this holiday would let them reignite their passion for each other.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve Patterson felt his wife’s hand clasp his, tightening as the plane picked up speed on the runway. It’s what she always did, ever since their first flight together years ago, holding on tightly and silently until the plane leveled off and then again for the descent and landing. Steve smiled to himself; he figured she had a little fear of flying, but he never said a word about it, just offered her his hand for every flight.

Their flights together always were for holidays, and this was no exception. But it was somewhat special, perhaps their most exotic yet, an upscale resort in Turkey. He looked forward to the respite from the dreary Manchester weather, and, even more so, to the prospects of a rekindled passion with Melissa. That wasn’t the explicit reason for their choice, but the resort was advertised - and well-reviewed - as a romantic, adults-only, all-inclusive, luxury resort, and Steve hoped for more than just relaxation.

It wasn’t that their sex life was dead, far from it. Sex was regular and enjoyable, but the extremes of arousal, of passion, had gradually faded. The seven-year-itch found him thinking about cheating, but he never did; he was still very much in love with his wife. And he never wondered if she were unfaithful, though, given her profession, he might have. Melissa was a promo girl; in fact, that was how he met her.

He was a New Yorker, with an MBA from City University and an entry level position at an up-and-coming electronic firm. The firm had an opportunity to get into the European market through the UK, and Steve was sent as their first rep. It worked out well in Manchester, and he agreed to stay on as the company’s client base expanded. He was often sent as the rep to various trade fairs in the UK and the EU, and it was at one such fair in London that he met Melissa.

She was the promo girl at the next booth, and he started chatting her up, hoping for a night in bed with this rather hot young woman. Not an idle hope, at that; after all, he was used to finding it easy to pick up a promo girl for a night of entertainment, but things turned out differently with Melissa. She was no air head bimbo, knowing only a few catch phrases about the company she represented and mostly interested in having some expensive fun. No, she actually knew about the company. And about the whole electronics field. Not an expert, but knowledgeable enough to leave Steve impressed with her intelligence, and actually interested in the conversation. She accepted his dinner invitation, and, before he escorted her back to her room, he found she lived in Manchester and got her number. He called her as soon as he returned home, and the rest is, as they say, history - a few dates, a deep connection, a shared flat, marriage, a modest suburban home. And annual vacations.

Her hand on his again as the plane began its descent. He could feel the tension in her hand, but, he thought hopefully, he felt more than the anxiety of landing, that he felt the anticipation of renewed romance. Off the plane, and into the resort’s limo for the trip to the shore. The driver had his eyes on Melissa the moment he saw her, and Steve laughed to himself that this twenty-something young man would be ogling his thirty-two year old wife. But he wasn’t surprised; Melissa may have matured, but she was as hot as ever. And she knew it. He knew she enjoyed the attention of men, and he was happy to see her enjoy it.

At the resort, then, checked in, and driven to their cottage in a golf cart. Their driver ogled her too, but likely had many to ogle at this resort. They splurged on a beachfront cottage, and were glad they did; the view was amazing, and the beach in front of their cottage was so secluded it was almost private. They quickly unpacked, put on their swimsuits, and ran into the inviting Mediterranean surf.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

For the first week of the holiday Melissa and Steve had been content to lie by the pool and sunbathe during the day. After a couple of days they'd got into a routine; lie-in until ten, have morning sex, take a late breakfast then wander down to the pool with a good book.

Waking up with Steve every morning and not having to rush to get up was a treat. Often Melissa was away during the week and sleeping alone in an unfamiliar room. Or, when she was at home, Steve would often have to get up and go to work, even if work was just down the hallway in the study. Holiday time allowed them to be more leisurely in their lovemaking. It was playful, tender and considerate and gave them time to talk and cuddle afterwards. The only thing it lacked was passion, and the excitement that went with passion.

Of an evening, after a stroll by the beach, they would choose one of the three restaurants on site for dinner then have a drink at the beachside bar before turning in for the night. In her short, tight summer outfits, Melissa was never short of attention from the young Turkish waiting staff, who were always attentive to her, and Steve's, needs. She liked the way the young slim olive skinned men took an interest in her and she couldn't help flirting with them just a bit. Men had always been interested in her, it came with the job really and Steve didn't seem to mind. It was all harmless fun anyway.

After the first week of the holiday they became more adventurous and began to venture out of the resort, which had only recently been completed. They must have been one of the first guests in their cottage which was probably why they'd been able to stay there for what seemed like a bargain price. The resort was part of a larger, up-market marina complex, with designer shops, bars and restaurants and even a night club all situated in a small bay a couple miles from the centre of Bodrum. In the height of the summer season it was busy and the marina was filled with luxury yachts.

One evening as she and Steve were sitting in a restaurant in the Marina a beautiful young man walked in alone and sat down at one of the prime tables that overlooked the waterfront. Everything about him suggested money, from his clothes to his haircut to his phone and the waiters couldn't have been more deferential. When Steve and Melissa had walked into the restaurant they'd asked about the table but had been told told it was reserved. The restaurants were all busy and so they'd had to accept a table near the door with a restricted view.

At home Melissa was usually quite careful about what she drank but for a couple of weeks a year on holiday she let her hair down. Of course when she did she wasn't so discrete.

"It's not fair that he gets that table all to himself," she told Steve in a louder voice than was strictly necessary. "He is rather dishy though, I mean, look at that body. i bet he's on one of those luxury yachts in the marina."

Whether he had heard them or whether it was just coincidence, the young man turned and looked at them then smiled. Melissa couldn't help smiling back...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve settled into life at the resort rather easily; he appreciated the time with no obligations other than Melissa’s and his enjoyment. Their intimacy was idyllic, both morning and evening. After the years together, they knew the ways to bring each other to climax, and the setting served to enhance the pleasure

Steve was comfortable and pretty much content, but still he hoped for something that would bring passion into their lives, a passion so strong that it would strip them of any sense of control and leave them at the mercy of their senses. While he waited for that moment, that event, he enjoyed the pleasures the resort had to offer.

He saw that Melissa was also enjoying the same pleasures and a bit more. Her delight in the attentions of the staff was obvious, and Steve was himself pleased to see her enjoy herself. It didn’t bother him that the young Turkish workers would ogle her, and that she’d often go out of her way to give them something to ogle. In fact, he enjoyed seeing his wife enjoy herself, even when she had a few drinks and shamelessly flirted back. As an observer, he could see that it wasn’t only the attention she enjoyed; she took pleasure in who the attention came from. Yes, he had to admit, the waiters and other staff were indeed good-looking and well built, with lush heads of rich, black hair and smooth olive skin. He smiled to himself as he realized she was undressing them with her eyes as much as they were undressing her with theirs.

They kept to the main part of the resort for the first week, but then began exploring the wider marina complex, starting with the restaurants. The first evening out, they had asked for a particular table, but were told it was reserved. The Maître d’ didn’t offer them a choice at all, but led them to a table not far from the one they wanted, but stuck between the door and a pillar. They ordered drinks, but before their cocktails arrived, they saw a young man, handsome and obviously wealthy, enter and get escorted to that prime table.

Melissa voiced a complaint about a single diner getting such a well-situated table for four all to himself and then commented on how good-looking the fellow was. She spoke loudly enough that the young man might have heard her, but, whether he did or not, he turned their way and smiled at Melissa. A very warm and inviting smile, Steve noted with a little smile of his own. Melissa, of course, responded in kind.

As their drinks arrived, Steve noticed the young man motion to their waiter. He went as beckoned and, after a few words, walked away. A few minutes later, the Maître d’ was at the young man’s table. Steve watched the colour fade from the man’s face as an apologetic look spread over him. In an instant he was at Steve’s and Melissa’s table.

“I am so sorry for having seated you so poorly,” he said in a trembling voice. “The gentleman has rightly corrected me. He would be honoured if you would accept the invitation to join him.”

Steve wasn’t too sure about it, but he turned to Melissa, giving her a look that meant the choice was hers.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa felt a bit embarrassed when the waiter came over and conveyed the young man’s offer to share the table with a view. He must have heard her complaining to Steve about him, otherwise why would he be offering. And if he’d heard that, then the young man must also have heard her saying how dishy he was too.

For the past week she and Steve had pretty much kept themselves to themselves. In fact they’d hardly spoken to anyone other than the waiters. Melissa was gregarious by nature and while it would no longer be the romantic meal they’d planned, it would be nice to have some fresh conversation she thought.

When Steve left the decision up to her she looked over at the young man who smiled back at her.

“Thank you,” she mouthed to him then said to the waiter. “That’s very generous. We’d love to join him.”

Taking their glasses with them they walked over to the table with a view and the young man got up to greet them.

“The view over the marina is too nice to keep to oneself and besides I’ve seen it before,” the young man offered. Then, extending his hand to both of them he said, “ My name Ali, Ali Kaplan.”

Melissa and Steve made their introductions then sat down at the table as the waiter hurriedly set two more places.

“It is a beautiful view,” Melissa agreed. “You say that you’ve been here before?”

“Yes,” Ali hesitated before continuing. “My family own the company that developed the marina and the resort too.”

“Wow. We’re staying at the resort and it’s beautiful,” Melissa replied.

“Thank you. This has been my father’s dream for years.”

“Do you live here?”

“Sadly no. I live in Istanbul. But I come down here when I want to let off a little steam. My family keep a boat in the Marina and I stay on that. But enough about me. What about the two of you?”

Melissa let Steve explain where they lived and what he did then told him about her work as a promotions girl.

“You should consider some of the expo’s they have in Turkey,” Ali suggested. “Construction’s a growing market and most Turkish men go crazy for fair skinned Northern European women,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Again Ali hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Except of course for those who prefer fair skinned men.”

Ali winked at Steve then moved the conversation along.

“You know, if you haven’t been, you really should try the night club. I’d be happy to accompany you to the VIP area after we’ve finished here.”

Melissa couldn’t resist a nightclub and especially the VIP area.

“How could a girl say no to an offer like that. Especially when she’ll be escorted by two such handsome gentlemen,” she giggled excitedly.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve was pleased to see Melissa happily chatting with their new companion, even when he winked at her, but he was a bit taken aback when Ali winked at him. But it’s Turkey, he thought to himself, and I am fair-skinned. With that thought, and another sip of his drink, he decided the wink was actually a complement.

The head waiter and the sommelier came to the table together.

“I think we should have a light dinner,” Ali announced. “We don’t want to be stuffed at the nightclub.”

He looked to the waiter.

“Have the chef send us a few of his choice dishes. We’ll share them.”

The sommelier was next.

“See what we’re eating, Jean-Paul, and select the wines for us.”

They finished their cocktails as the first course arrived. The wine sampled and then poured, they began to eat. The food was to be shared, and they did, spearing morsels from a central dish. By the second course, and second glass of wine, Ali was feeding morsels to a somewhat giddy Melissa, much to Steve’s amusement.

All this was more flirting than he’d seen Melissa do before, but he found it rather enjoyable. Not surprisingly, either; he loved seeing his wife enjoy herself. And then, by the third course, he noticed Ali’s arm extending under the table in Melissa’s direction. The flirtation was getting more serious, but Steve still enjoyed it. Perhaps more than just enjoyed it; he found himself getting aroused at thought of Ali’s hand caressing Melissa’s thigh.

Dinner finished, the trio rose and left for the nightclub.

“It’s just a few minute’s walk,” Ali explained, and they set out on foot, the two men flanking Melissa as they strolled. After a few somewhat tipsy steps, Steve took his wife’s hand in his. A few steps later their pace changed slightly; Steve figured Ali had taken Melissa’s other hand.

There was a long line at the door of the club, but Ali led them to another door.

“Kaplan Bey,” said the doorman respectfully as he opened the private entrance for them. Once inside, a young Black woman, a server dressed in a string bikini, escorted them to a private VIP lounge. Three walls of the main floor were fully mirrored, and the server led them through a dark curtain into the room. Steve looked around at the round table with a curved cushioned bench and then turned back towards the entrance. He had a clear view of the stage and the dance floor; the walls were actually one-way mirrors.

They sat facing the dance floor with Melissa still in the middle between her “two handsome men.” The server left, but was back in a minute with a bottle of champagne and three flutes. She quickly opened it and filled the glasses, bending over each time to let her breasts hang and sway for the pleasure of the men, and perhaps of the woman as well.

Ali raised his glass: “To Melissa and Steve, my new fair-skinned companions.” They emptied the flutes and the girl refilled them.

As they sat, Ali leaned forward to look around Melissa.

“Steve,” he sad softly, “May I have your permission to dance with your charming and beautiful wife?”

“No need to ask my permission, Ali,” he responded, “I’m good with whatever makes my sweetheart happy. You’ll have to ask her.”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

After a week of keeping themselves to themselves, Melissa was enjoying the company of their new friend, Ali. The alcohol was certainly helping too and, while she wasn’t drunk, her inhibitions were definitely lowered.

Normally quite a conservative eater, she let Ali feed her tasters of the local cuisine he’d ordered for them. Things she definitely wouldn’t have tried by herself. Sometimes he would use a fork to feed the morsels to her but other times he would use his thumb and forefinger. When he did, Melissa would close her mouth around his fingers then suck on them for a moment as he let go of the treat, much to the amusement of the three of them. One time she even licked the sauce from his fingers afterwards.

“Your husband’s a very lucky man to have a wife who’s so good with her mouth,” Ali told Steve, making Melissa giggle.

Steve must have seen Ali’s hand move over to her leg, Melissa thought. It was pretty hard to miss. He said nothing though and if it bothered him he certainly didn’t show it. If anything he seemed to be enjoying Ali flirting with her. Melissa knew that she certainly was.

As the meal progressed Ali became bolder and his hand began to caress her inner thigh. She opened her legs a bit wider for him then reciprocated placing a hand on his leg. She looked at Steve for any signs of disapproval but, if anything, what she saw in his face was the opposite. The thrill of having an unfamiliar hand on such an intimate area was exciting in itself but having it happen with her husband's knowledge and consent sent her heartbeat racing.

When it came time to leave, the three of them made their way out of the cool, air conditioned restaurant and into the warm summer air. The change in temperature made Melissa feel faint for a moment and her husband steadied her. She held onto his hand tightly as she acclimatized. She felt Ali's hand on her backside, half steadying, half squeezing her cheek for a moment then he offered his hand too.

They breezed past the queue of hopeful clubbers all waiting to get in and were led to the table by a very attractive African woman wearing what was basically just lingerie. She was the sort of exotic beauty that you just didn't get in Manchester and reminded Melissa a bit of Naomi Campbell. The girl wasn't shy about exposing herself as she served them their champagne and Melissa noticed how Steve stared at her beautiful breasts.

“May I have your permission to dance with your charming and beautiful wife?” Ali asked

“No need to ask my permission, Ali,” Steve responded, “I’m good with whatever makes my sweetheart happy. You’ll have to ask her.”

"I'd love to," Melissa responded glancing at Steve just to check she had his approval then she got up and offered Ali her hand.

Ali led Melissa through the curtain and onto the dance floor. He chose a spot that was only just the other side of the mirrored wall from where Steve was sitting. As the two of them danced closely, but not touching, Melissa knew that Steve would be able to see them through the glass. But when she looked in his direction all she could see was hers and Ali's reflection.

"I feel like I'm on display," Melissa giggled.

"i think that's exactly what you are," Ali chuckled, putting an arm around her waist and drawing Melissa closer to him. "So shall we put on a show for Steve?" he asked.

There was something about the exotic location, the beautiful people on the dancefloor and the alcohol that made the situation seem more fantasy than reality and Melissa found herself responding to his suggestion. She put her arms around his neck then moved her lips closer to his until the two of them were kissing as they swayed to the music.

She felt Ali's tongue inside her mouth, probing and teasing and she responded pulling his head tightly against hers. The kiss was passionate, in a way that she hadn't been with Steve for a while now. She felt Ali reach round and place and hand under the hem of her short summer dress parting her cheeks slightly apart and momentarily running a finger along the crease of her backside. His touch in such an intimate area was like a bolt of electricity shooting through her, made all the more erotic by the fact that Steve would heave seen everything. Melissa couldn't help herself and drew his hand against her pussy then pressed her body against him to hide their lewdness from the other dancers.

"I wonder what your husband's thinking," Ali whispered. "Shall we go and find out?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve laughed as Melissa and Ali positioned themselves where he would have a clear view of their dance; it was what he hoped for and what he expected. Melissa had danced with others before, but those times it was part of a harmless bit of flirtation. After what Steve surmised had gone on under the table at the restaurant, he fully expected a real show. And he wasn’t disappointed.

He was a bit surprised at himself, though. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe the hopes for some excitement, perhaps the exoticness of the location, possibly all of that, but he found himself becoming quite aroused as he watched his wife share a passionate kiss with a stranger. With, whom he had to admit, was a rather attractive stranger - handsome, young, and well-built. Yes, it was arousing; he could almost feel Melissa’s lips parting to be penetrated by Ali’s tongue, Steve unconsciously licked his own lips as he saw Ali’s hand lift the hem and run his fingers between Melissa’s cheeks. The contrast between the pale flesh of her bum and the dark olive of his fingers heightened the eroticism of the scene.

“You two dance together beautifully,” Steve said as Melissa and Ali slipped back into the seats on the cushioned bench, “And thank you, Ali, for giving my girl such a good time. I believe she really enjoyed that dance.”

“It was a pleasure for me,” Ali responded. “Your wife is a delightful dancer.”

The young man leaned over Melissa and clasped his hand on Steve’s nape and drew him closer.

“And thank you for giving her to me,” he said, and then kissed Steve warmly on the cheek, right in front of Melissa.

The kiss felt good to Steve, and the image of Ali’s hand on Melissa’s ass rushed into his mind. Impulsively he shifted a bit so his lips met Ali’s to share a kiss. It was warm on both sides as Ali thought about his new friend’s fair skin. A firm squeeze on his nape sent a seductive chill up Steve’s spine. Back into their seats, then, with a smile of friendship between them.


The African girl poured, and the three companions raised their flutes and drained them.

“Now let me show you the best way to drink champagne,” Ali declared.

He had the girl refill the glasses, and he poured his into his mouth without swallowing. He turned to Melissa and placed his lips on hers, letting the bubbly flood into her mouth as he kissed her. A few drops slipped out and fell on her sun dress. When she had swallowed all the champagne, he turned to Steve.

“Now you, Steve,” he said as he released Melissa from his arms.

Steve smiled as did as he was told, taking a mouthful of champagne and delivering it to his wife as he kissed her.

“You learn quickly,” Ali said, and then turned back to Melissa, kissing her again, without the champagne, but with an intense passion.

Steve watched, transfixed, as Ali kiss continued, and as the young man’s hand enveloped Melissa’s breast, kneading it tenderly through her cotton sun dress. He leaned to the side to get a better look, and saw that Ali was as aroused as himself; there was quite a bulge straining at the Turk’s pants. Steve found himself wondering what Ali’s organ looked like and hoping that he’d get to see it.

Ali saw him looking, and thought sharing was good for friendship. He broke the kiss and turned Melissa towrad;s her husband. The look in Ali’s eyes signaled Steve that he wanted to see him kiss his wife. Steve happily obliged, kissing his tipsy wife with a passion equal to Ali’s.

His kiss started more passionately than any had since their early days together, but grew even hotter as he tasted the other man on her lips. He was surprised at his new found lust, but thoroughly enjoyed it; it was the closest he’d come yet to what he had hoped to find. He smiled a subtle thank you to Ali as he handed Melissa back.

Ali held her from behind, now, nuzzling her neck and nibbling at her earlobes. Steve was pleased to see the delight on his wife’s face at the attention from their friend, and he was even more pleased to see the friend’s hands each cup a breast and play with it.

A few more minutes of groping, and Ali spoke over Melissa’s shoulder.

“Why don’t we go to my yacht. We’d be more comfortable there.”

The married couple nodded agreement.

Ali turned to the waitress and asked her name.

“I’m Precious,” she answered.

“And so you are,” he replied, then whispered in her ear.

The three companions left, then, for a walk to the dock as a tight-knit little group. Ali’s left arm was around Melissa’s waist while her right was around his. Her left was around her husband’s waist, and his right was around her waist and Ali’s arm, and they laughed over the awkwardness of their stroll. Once on board, they went straight to the party room. Another bottle of champagne appeared along with three flutes.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa was giddy from her experience on the dance floor and sat down between the two men with a big grin on her face. There was more champagne and soon what few inhibitions she had remaining were all but gone. But it seemed like she wasn't the only one who'd lost her inhibitions. She'd never seen Steve kiss another man before. It was such an erotic thing to observe and Melissa felt incredibly turned on by it.

When Ali suggested a champagne kiss to her, Melissa readily agreed. She eagerly accepted the liquid from him, swallowing it as it trickled down her throat and then darting her tongue into his mouth. Afterwards, Ali suggested Steve do the same and so she repeated the wanton act with him. She could tell how excited Steve was when they kissed, he was obviously turned on by the whole scenario as much as she was.

Then Ali was kissing her again. She felt his hand on her breast, teasing her nipple which responded by hardening to his touch of its own accord. It seemed only right to Melissa that she respond in kind and so she reached down and felt for his cock. Through the thin material of his linen trousers she was surprised at just how thick Ali was as she wrapped her hand around his erect member.

It seemed as if the two men were passing her between them and before she knew it Steve was having his turn with her. Both of her breasts were being fondled now and she had a stiff cock in each hand. As Steve kissed her, Ali nibbled at her neck and earlobes and Melissa almost exploded with pleasure.

It was a foregone conclusion that they would go with Ali to his yacht which was moored only a few hundred yards away at a birth in the Marina. The yacht was lit up brightly, but if anyone else was on board they didn't make their presence known when Ali invited her and Steve on board. The boat had a luxurious lounge area with a bar and after Ali had poured them all a drink he walked over to Melissa and took her in his arms. The two of them kissed as Melissa felt him raise the hem of her tight dress up to reveal her bottom and the tiny panties she was wearing. He moved a hand round to her front then ran it over her exposed belly and down onto her pussy.

"Nice and smooth. Just the way i like it," he told her.

Melissa giggled at his approval then boldly pulled down her panties to allow him better access. She felt his fingers dance over her clitoris for a moment then move up her body back to the hem of her dress. With both hands he pulled the dress up and she he let him lift it off over her head. Then with practised ease he relieved her of the pretty bra she'd been wearing.

Melissa stood there naked in front of Ali, not feeling self conscious at all.

"I think its time you saw to my cock," he told her. "I'm hoping that both you and your husband won't be disappointed."

Melissa, knowing what was expected of her sank to her knees and undid Ali's belt then pulled down his pants to expose a glorious dark skinned cock. It looked like an oiled snake and the shaft was longer than her hand. She couldn't help licking the tip for a moment before saying to Steve.

"Come and help me get it hard."

 

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“I can’t imagine you’d need help getting a man hard, Sweetheart,” he answered with a laugh, “ but I’d be happy to lend you a hand.”

Steve was as giddy with champagne and as lacking in inhibitions as was his wife, and he hurried to Ali’s side.

“My!” he exclaimed as looked at what was in Melissa’s hand. “That is one beautiful prick. So long, and with a lovely flair in its head, it looks like a cobra.”

He turned to Ali as he wrapped his arm around the man’s hips.

“I just know Melissa will love playing with that.”

He slipped his right hand up under Ali’s shirt and began massaging his back while he pushed his wife’s hand from Ali’s penis. As his fingers wrapped around the stiffening organ, he gently pulled Ali close to him. The men were about the same height, so the next move was easy: Steve leaned in for another kiss, a hard, passionate one. He ran his right hand all the way up Ali’s back and out the collar of his shirt to grasp him by the nape, holding his head in place as he drove his tongue into the young man’s mouth. Steve stroked Ali’s cock a few times as he finished kissing him.

He took his hand from the man’s back and replaced his left hand on that beautiful cock. His right hand cradled the back of Melissa’s head. Steve held his wife close to the almost fully erect cock and rubbed its glans, wet with precum, over her lips before pressing it into her mouth. He was as hard at the sight as li was at the touch.

“That’s so hot,” he declared as he watched the dark cock slide between his wife’s pink lips.

He began slowly pumping Ali’s cock for Melissa to suck on, and Ali gasped at the feeling. The young man in turn undid Steve’s pants and drew his dick, hard and wet, from his boxers.

“Your’s is rather nice too, my friend,” Ali said as he stroked Steve’s hard-on.

Steve just sighed at the firm grip on his organ.

A few minutes, and Ali pulled away.

“Come, Melissa,” he said softly as he lifted her to her feet. “Over here.”

He half-lifted half-guided her to the table in front of the sofa. There he took her by the waist and sat her on the edge of the table. He spread her legs and stood between them as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in for a long, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss and lowered her backwards on to the table. A step back to gain some room, and his fingers found her pussy again, toying with her labia and parting them to massage her slit and play with her clit.

Steve stepped closer, his cock in hand, for a better look at Ali’s olive fingers penetrating Melissa’s alabaster pussy. He came even closer, then, stroking his own organ, as Ali knelt and brought his mouth to Melissa’s vee. Steve’s arousal grew as he watched their young friend avidly eat his wife, and he played even more eagerly with himself. Ali glanced to the side and saw Steve’s dripping dick. He turned from Melissa, keeping his right hand on her pussy to play with her, and took hold of Steve’s hand. He held it still, wrapped around his cock, only the head sticking out from his grip. A warm kiss, right on the tip, and then he slowly, sensuously slid his lips over Steve’s glans and sucked on it.

Steve’s head tilted back as he sighed and moaned with pleasure. A few minutes, and Ali could sense that Steve was near cumming. He stopped and rose to his feet. Steve was breathing heavily and trembling slightly as he rose. His eyes focused on his wife’s mound, and beneath it, three of Ali’s fingers deep inside her.

“I think we’d be more comfortable in bed,” he said as he removed his fingers from Melissa and helped her to her feet.

He held her close to his side as he took her down the corridor. Steve followed close behind. When they reached Ali’s stateroom he opened the door. Steve looked in and saw an enormous circular bed covered in gold satin sheets. Ali turned to him and pointed to a door directly across.

“I think you’ll enjoy the first guest room,” he said, and then stepped into his room with Melissa and closed the door.

Steve was disappointed, but resigned to his fate. Over to the guest room, and he stepped inside. It was well-appointed, with a California King four poster bed. Gold satin sheets, as well. But on the sheets - Precious, that beautiful, busty, black serving girl, wrists and ankles each tied to a bedpost with gold silk ribbon, and on her mound a big gold bow.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa had never seen two men kiss like Steve and Ali did in real life before, and the fact that Steve was her husband only served to heighten her arousal. Steve wasn’t just a passive participant though, he was the main protagonist, his hands were all over Ali and she loved her husband’s boldness.

Melissa watched from her position on her knees as Steve took hold of Ali’s cock and stroked it as the two men kissed.

She grabbed hold of Ali’s buttock with one hand and cupped his hairless balls with the other, massaging them as she waited patiently for her turn on his cock.

She didn’t have to wait long. Steve guided her lips onto it, letting her taste the precum on its tip first. Then Melissa took the cock into her mouth eagerly like a fledgling bird waiting to be fed. She felt her husband’s hand on the back of her head forcing Ali’s shaft as far into her mouth as she could manage without gagging.

Then when Ali pulled Steve’s cock out of his pants she pulled her head off Ali and gobbled down Steve ‘s cock too. For a while she shuttled between the two cocks trying to satisfy them both but then she took hold of both shafts pulling the boys together so that she could gorge herself on both at once Both men tried to fuck her face in unison and she did her best to accommodate them.

Almost before she was ready, Ali pulled away and guided her over to the boat’s dining table. He sat her on the table top then kissed her on the mouth. The mouth that only moments before had had his cock, and Steve’s, in it. She felt a hand go down between her legs and finger her pussy. She was already so moist from the evening’s excitement that two fingers slipped inside her with ease. Then Ali pushed her back onto the table. She felt sure he was going to penetrate her but instead he knelt down in front of her and tongued her pussy. Melissa was almost disappointed, she was ready for a good fucking and couldn’t wait for him to slip that python of a cock into her.

But instead she was treated to another bisexual feast as Steve moved closer to let Ali suck him off. Ali stopped tonguing her pushing three fingers into her pussy instead, but Melissa didn’t mind given what she got to witness. Melissa would never have imagined that Steve would let another man go down on him but there he was moaning with pleasure as Ali expertly stimulated him. It was just so damn horny to watch.

Melissa was convinced Steve was going blow his load in Ali’s mouth, but seemingly just in time, Ali suggested moving to the bedroom. Though a little disappointed at missing out on Steve’s climax Melissa couldn’t agree fast enough. She desperately needed a cock in her and by this stage it didn’t much matter whose it was.

The three of them made their way below deck but then Melissa was surprised to see Steve dispatched to the spare room. She had been fully prepared to service both men if required and didn’t want her husband missing out, but when Ali explained that Precious was waiting for him she couldn’t deny Steve the opportunity of fucking someone new. After all that’s what she would be doing very soon.

So she let her husband go and went into the state room with the handsome young man who she’d only met a couple of hours before.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve’s mind was on Melissa as he entered the guest room; he was a bit concerned, but was pretty sure that Ali had fun in mind. His worries began to dissipate as he looked at Precious, helpless on the bed, all tied up with a bow, there for whatever he desired. As he came up to the side of the bed, his eyes still on the girl’s chocolate flesh, set off by the vibrant gold of the sheets, she turned her head towards the wall. He followed her gaze and saw a dresser against the wall, a dresser with an array of toys laid out on top of it.

He took a deep breath as he studied the array: a braided leather snake whip along with a a cat o’ nine tails, and beside them a thin bamboo cane and a wooden paddle. There was a Hitachi vibrator wand and a row of different sized dildos along with anal beads and a large tube of lube. Nipple clamps, too, and handcuffs, ankle shackles, and lengths of rope.

Precious turned back to look at him.

“Which will you use first, Sir,” she asked sweetly.

Steve didn’t have to give it much thought; he was still at the edge of an orgasm from the blow jobs and his own anticipation of sharing Melissa with Ali.

“Myself,” he declared as he tore the bow from her mound and began roughly groping her body from head to toe.

His breaths became deeper as his arousal rose with each touch of her body, and he added his mouth to his exploitation of her flesh, kissing and sucking on her tits and pussy and thrusting his tongue between her lips.

He needed an orgasm, and he needed it desperately. The toys could wait, could serve as amusements after he came, stimulating amusements until he was ready to cum again. And again. But for now, he leapt on the bed, straddling the African with his knees pressing against her armpits and his buttocks resting lightly on her breasts. He held his cock and guided it to her lips. He met no resistance as her lips parted to welcome his organ. The touch of her tongue on his cock head brought a chill to the nape of his neck, and he thrust downward. Driving his dick deep into her throat.

There was no stopping him now, and he thrust again and again, wildly fucking the girl’s face. A last thrust, deeper than any before, and his back tautened and arched as his cock erupted, spewing load after load of hot jism until it overflowed her mouth and oozed out over her lips.

He stayed astride her, regaining his breath as she sucked slowly and sensuously on his softening cock. With his breath back and the last drop of cum sucked out, he sat on the edge of the bed, caressing her flesh and eyeing the toys.

When he awoke, the toys were scattered about the room. She was untied and nestled spoon-wise against him, her head on his arm, her back to his chest, her ass on his hips, and her cheeks cradling his morning wood.

“You’re awake, Sir,” she said softly. “Your prick feels so hard. Let do something about that for you.”

She reached between her legs and guided his cock into her pussy. He started pumping his hips.

“No, please, Sir,” she said, “just lie there and let Precious take care of you.”

He lay still as the girl rocked and swiveled her hips in all imaginable ways, and more. She pulsed the muscles around her vagina, squeezing and massaging his cock up and down his shaft and around his glans. Steve had never felt anything like that before, and it didn’t take long for him to cum. They lay there a while until his penis was flaccid and slid from her pussy.

“Wasn’t that good.” she asked as she rose from the bed. “Now it’s time for a shower.”

He agreed with her entirely and let her lead him into the bath. When she finished washing and drying him, she brought him his clothes. He dressed and headed to the door. Precious opened it for him and stood on her toes to give him a kiss goodbye.

Down the corridor, then, and he found the lounge and eating area. He expected to find Melissa and Ali waiting for him, but there was no one in sight. A fresh pot of coffee was ready, though, and he poured himself a cup. As he sat sipping from his cup he wondered what his wife had been up to with her new lover. He hoped she had a good time, and wondered if Ali’s room was furnished with the same toys as the guest room.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Looking at the state room with its circular bed and gold silk sheets, Melissa instantly knew she wasn’t the first woman to have been entertained there by Ali.

She said goodbye to her husband then walked into the room and Ali closed the door behind them. Now she was naked and alone with a man she’d only met a couple of hours before. Her whole body tingled with the excitement of the situation as Ali took her in his arms and they kissed passionately.

She scrabbled to undo the buttons on his shirt then bent her head down and kissed his chest while he kissed the back of her neck in a way that left her sighing.

The foreplay in the lounge had left her impatient for satisfaction though and breaking free from their embrace she took hold of Ali’s cock and guided him over to the bed.

“I need you in me now!” she told him.

“You’re wish is my command,” he chuckled.

Melissa lay back on the bed and spread her legs wantonly for Ali. She fingered her pussy briefly while Ali took off his shirt. He was shorter than Steve with an athletic rather than muscular frame which only made the python between his legs appear larger. It stood proudly erect in front of her and for a moment Melissa got to admire its beauty. Then Ali mounted her.

Ali used his hand to guide himself into her very wet vagina and when the first couple of inches were securely in place he let his hips push the rest of his shaft into her. Melissa sighed as she felt him fill her up. That extra inch or so really made a difference.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, almost as if she were afraid he’d pull out again and leave her begging for satisfaction. Ali rested his upper body weight on his elbows then bent his head down and suckled on her breasts as he began to slowly pump his cock into her.

“I can’t get enough of your pale flesh,” he told her.

“I can’t get enough of your cock,” Melissa replied. “Are all Turkish men as well endowed as you?”

“Fortunately not,” he chuckled.

“Then I must be a very lucky girl to have found you."

Ali lifted his head up and kissed her and as he did Melissa wrapped her arms around him, cradling his head in her hands. She felts his thrusts becoming more forceful and found herself meeting them with thrusts of her own, trying to feel him as deep in side her as possible.

Melissa's orgasm began as a tingling deep down inside her. As they kissed the sensation began to grow until there was no doubt she was going to cum. Hormones rushed around her body, firing off her pleasure receptors. Her heart beat faster and she began to feel flushed. She broke free from Ali's lips and he immediately descended on her neck setting off another erogenous zone and securing the outcome. Melissa moaned loudly as the orgasm ripped through her. She dug her finger nails deep into Ali's shoulders which only served to ensure that he fucked her even more vigorously.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," she told him squeezing the life out of him with her thighs.

Ali obliged. He was an athletic man and rode Melissa from one orgasm to the next until she clung onto him like a rag doll. Eventually he stopped and she let go of him, exhausted.

"Fucking hell," she told him. "I'm not sure I've ever been fucked like that before."

"It wasn't too much?" Ali asked, concerned.

"It was perfect," she reassured him.

Ali climbed off and lay down beside her. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was still laboured from the exertion.

Melissa pulled herself up onto her elbows and looked at him.

"Now how would you like to cum," she asked.

"Well there is something you could do for me," he told her.

"Anything, she replied...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve was lost in a reverie of Melissa in the arms of Ali when he was startled by a touch on his back. He looked up and saw Precious, fully dressed in skirt and blouse. She put her finger to her lips to signal him to stay quiet.

“I’m not supposed to be here, Sir,” she whispered. “I was told to go straight to my room after we parted, but I saw you alone here and wanted to see you again.”

As Steve stood to face her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to give him a kiss.

“I really enjoyed spending the night with you, Sir. Is there any last thing I can do to please you before I go?”

“Please call me Steve,” he said as he gave thought to what he might want her to do. “I think we’ve been intimate enough to be on a first-name basis.”

“All right, Steve” she replied, obviously pleased. “Now, about what I can do for you. . .”

He cradled her head in his hands and gave her a little kiss on the lips.

“I don’t think there’s anything we didn’t do last night, and this morning was incredible. But there is something I’d like, Something for you to do.”

“Anything you want, Steve,” she said with a smile.

“Let me see you masturbate. I want to see you get yourself off like a real slut. Just lift your skirt and finger yourself. Front and rear. I want to see your fingers deep inside you and I want to see the big O on your beautiful face.

“Of course,” she said as she stepped back and leaned against the table.

Steve had a full view as Precious massaged her tits through her blouse and then slowly raised her skirt until her thong was in view. It was already wet as she slid the thong half-way down her thighs. She ran her hands up the inside of her thighs as she spread her legs, stretching the thong across her thighs. The fingers of her right hand played with her pussy, parting her labia and teasing her clit before three of them slipped into her cunt. A few minutes of pumping and twisting, and she reached back with her left hand, sliding it over her ass as she leaned back on the table to give Steve a view of both holes.

She reached forward to moisten her fingers from her pussy, and then pressed her middle finger against her anus until it popped in. Her forefinger soon joined it, and then her ring finger. She muffled her sighs and moans as she played with herself. Faster and faster, and in a few more minutes she bit her lower lip as she trembled and quaked in an intense orgasm.

Steve was almost as aroused as was Precious; his slacks were stretched to near-tearing at the bulge in his crotch. He massaged his hard-on through the cloth as Precious gradually recovered.

Half a dozen deep breaths, and she pulled up her thong, adjusted her skirt, stepped up to Steve, and placed her hand on his bulge.

“I see that you enjoyed my show, Steve” she said, and kissed him as she rubbed his cock. “Good bye, now. Come back again soon.”

Another kiss, and she left. Steve sat back down with a big smile and a big bulge as he took a sip of his coffee and returned to waiting for his wife and her lover.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Now how would you like to cum," Melissa asked Ali

"Well there is something you could do for me," he told her.

"Anything, she replied...

“Let me massage you. Don’t worry. I’m quite good.”

Melissa is turned on by the suggestion. She likes to be massaged. In the past she’s tried to get Steve interested in doing it for her, but with him it usually ends up being a quick rub with oil as a prelude to sex.

“I’d like that,” she tells Ali.

He gets up and retrieves a large white towel and a bottle of scented massage oil from a closet which he lays on the bed beside her.

“How do you want me? Melissa giggles.

“On your back, to begin with.”

Melissa scooches over onto the towel and Ali straddles her tummy then pours some of the oil out onto his hands.

“This is a very special oil,” he told her. “It’s infused with the extract of a plant found only in the Armenian mountains. Some people say it lowers your inhibitions.”

“My inhibitions are already at rock bottom,” Melissa chuckles as Ali begins to apply the oil, first to her shoulders then to her chest, paying particular attention to her nipples.

Her body begins to tingle where the oil has touched her skin and she feels a sensation of wellbeing wash over her as Ali’s hands work their way down her body.

“Let me,” Melissa asks, holding out her hands for some oil. When Ali pours some out for her she rubs her hands together then smears Ali’s cock and balls with the fragrant lubricant. Ali returns the favour and, kneeling between her legs, he massages her pussy, pushing his fingers into her. Melissa’s hips rise up to meet them but Ali has other ideas and flips her over onto her back.

Once again Ali’s hands begin at her shoulders then move down her body. As he massages her he slides his cock between the crease of her backside and gently pushes it backwards and forwards in a fucking motion. He works his hands down her back then when he gets to her cheeks she feels him pour oil between them. The oil runs over her anus causing a tingling sensation. Then she felt a finger push its way into her rectum.

“Is that ok,” Ali asks.

“It feels wonderful,” she replies.

Melissa sighs and tilts her hips to give Ali better access and is rewarded with a second digit inside her. But then the fingers are cruelly withdrawn.

Melissa felt no pain as they are replaced by Ali’s python of a cock. He pushes it all the way inside her and her rectum feels gloriously full as he begins to pump her.

Ali kisses her neck as he fucks her ass but Melissa is feeling so relaxed she hardly notices. Ali picks up the pace, thrusting into her until she hears him grunt as he empties his seed into her. After that, all she cam remember is curling up in his arms and falling asleep….

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve was just pouring his second cup when his wife and her lover came into the lounge. He prepared a cup for each of them, and noted how well-rested and content they appeared. He assumed Melissa had a very good time, seeing as she sat next to Ali with her head on his shoulder.

Small talk, and it was time to go. Ali called for a car to take them back to the resort villas.

“Come back any time,” Ali said as they got up to leave. “It’ll be my treat. The resort has your information and they’ll let me know when your coming.”

Steve took his hand and drew him close for a goodbye kiss.

“You’ve been a great host and you’ve really treated my wife wonderfully.”

“She’s a wonderful woman and deserves to be treated well.”

He turned to Melissa.

“It’s been a fantastic night with an incredible woman,” he said. “I really hope you visit here again.”

Then he wrapped his arms around her gave her a long, deep, and warm goodbye kiss.

Steve and Melissa were silent in the car, though both of them saw the driver eyeing her in the rear view mirror. Steve wasn’t sure, but he thought he caught a glimpse of Melissa flashing her tit.

They didn’t talk about that night at all, but it seemed to have an effect on their own sex life; it certainly became a good bit more passionate, and Steve grew much more attentive to his wife’s needs and desires.

It wasn’t until they had been back in Manchester a few days that Steve broke the ice about their adventure.

“That was a great holiday,” he offered after dinner one evening. “We had a fabulous time and I think we each discovered something about ourselves. About each other, too. What do you think, Melissa?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When they returned from holiday Melissa hadn’t known how to broach the subject with Steve of what had happened on the boat. The time they’d spent with Ali had been the best sex ever, both when the three of them had been together and also when she’d been alone with Ali.

It had done wonders for their own sex life too since they’d got back. The thing was that, now, Melissa couldn’t help feeling a little bit guilty about having been unfaithful to her husband.

Over the years she’d had countless opportunities to be unfaithful to him and she hadn’t. Not once. But there was something about Steve being there, watching her, knowing about it, that had made it different. She wasn’t sure how he felt about it though. Had he enjoyed her infidelity, had he enjoyed his first bi experience or was he just on a high from fucking the black girl, Precious.

“What do you think, Melissa?” Steve asked.

Melissa was on the spot now and she chose her words carefully.

“Before Turkey. I’d not been with another man since we started going out together. I’ll be honest, occasionally I’ve thought about it, but I’d have never gone through with it,” she said trying to reassure Steve. “But there was something about you being there that made it feel different. Somehow it didn’t feel like cheating.

Melissa gathered her thoughts for a moment before continuing.

“We both know I’m not shy but I really enjoyed Ali touching me in public while you watched us and I enjoyed putting on a show for you with him in the nightclub. And, of course, I enjoyed our time on the boat. Some girls might be a bit worried about their partner enjoying another guy but I was fine with it. I guess if I have a slight regret, it’s that I didn’t get to fuck Ali while you watched me but spending the night with him kind of made up for it I guess. It took me back to when I was single and the excitement of the first night with a guy. When you’re married you don’t get that rush of discovering a new body any more.”

Melissa stopped and thought about what she wanted to say next.

“So I guess we’ve opened Pandora’s box now. Let the cat out of the bag so to speak. I don’t know how you feel about it but I’d definitely like to do it again. If we did though I think there’d need to be a bit less alcohol involved next time and I’d need a bit more reassurance from you that you’re enjoying things too. So a bit more encouragement and direction would be good, telling me what you want me to do and what you’d like to see would help I think. You could even find guys for me. Ones you’d like to see me fuck. Be my pimp, sort of. I I guess I’d like you to push me a bit too. Explore my comfort zone. ” Melissa laughed.

“But those are just my thoughts,” she finished. “It would need to be a team decision.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve was pleased to hear Melissa’s thought; he was thinking along the same lines. In fact, he already had a man in mind. He hadn’t thought of taking such a leading role in it, but now that she had suggested it, he rather liked the idea. There was one aspect he’d needed to explore more, though. He decided to tell her his thoughts, including his question, to see her reaction.

“I think you’ve hit it right on the head. Somebody new. That’s what’s missing in a marriage. Our sex has been passably good, but not too exciting. But since that night with Ali, it’s gotten better. I think for both of us our excitement at sex has increased. We’d become a bit routine. And now, even . . . well, consider massage. It was exciting when we were first married, but eventually became just a routine - and I guess I’m responsible for that - but since we came home, I’ve become interested in it again, exploring you in greater detail. And, yes, I was thinking of having an affair, too, but I didn’t. I did start watching some porn, though. And the guy thing . . . I found I was really turned on by the sight of a dick penetrating a woman’s lips, he pussy, her ass, and I found myself becoming more appreciative of the dicks and the men. Between the drinks and Ali winking at me when he mentioned pale-skinned men, well, I guess my inhibitions went out the window when I saw that snake of a dick he had. And you said you were okay with it just now? At the time, it seemed to me you really liked it, and that sort of added to my arousal. I was disappointed when he shut me out of the bedroom; I was really looking forward to watching him do you. I just figured he had some exotic Turkish thing he wanted to do to you in private. At any rate, I felt better when I went into the guest room and found Precious there with a bunch of toys. So I do think it’s a good idea, but do we need to go over any other details before we come to our team decision?”

Steve stopped talking and offered to fix drinks, waiting to hear what Melissa had to say, particularly about man on man stuff and him with another woman. Maybe him and her with another woman.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“If I’m honest babe,” Melissa told him, “then for me it’s about being shown off by you and being the centre of attention with other guys. I like putting on a show for you.

I was really turned on by you and Ali playing though. So if you wanted to do that again then that would be fine by me. In fact you can do anything with a guy that you want. ”

“As for other women, I don’t know. I like you being focussed on me. If you’re with another woman then you wouldn’t be. I didn’t mind you spending the night with Precious, maybe because I didn’t have to see you with her, but I’d have liked it more if you’d spent a bit longer with Ali and me.

It’s not a turn on for me seeing you with other women like it’s a turn on for you seeing me with men. But I know I can’t have it all my own way so if there’s another woman involved then I’ll just have to deal with it. But I guess what I’m saying is that, for me, there would need to be other men involved too. I don’t really want a threesome with you and another woman.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“It sounds like we can be on the same page, honey,” he began. Since Turkey I’ve watched some ‘hot wife’ flics, and I see three basic patterns. There’s the Dom and sub approach where the girl is given by the guy because he ‘owns’ her and she does it to please him. I don’t care for that. Another is the ‘bull and cuckold’ style, where the woman and her lover humiliate he husband. I care even less for that. The one I do like is one where the husband is pleased to see his wife happy and often joins in the fun. And I’d be more than pleased to watch you and another man for a longer time. That seems close to what you have in mind, and I must say I rather like your idea of my telling you what to do. I wouldn’t want to make you unhappy, though, so I’d need a list of no-nos from you so I don’t make you do something you really don’t want to do.”

He paused a moment for a sip of his drink.

“There’s two other things,” he continued. “If it doesn’t turn you on, I’ll lay off the man-to-man stuff, but if you do like it, I’d be willing to take it further. And then there’s the other woman issue. Like you said, new bodies make for excitement. I really got it off with Precious, and I’d like to have my fun with other women. I’ll keep it out of your sight, if you prefer, though you’d have to know about it, but I want you to be honestly comfortable with it. And, actually, there’s another thing.”

He took a quick sip of his drink.

“The New York office sent us a new hire today. A young French Canadian they want to work liaison with a sister firm in France. He’s here for a week to learn a bit about the European end of the business. I’ve been assigned to mentor him. Brought him around the offices today, and, well, he’s quite a good-looking twenty-two year old. Looks like he’s well built under the suit as well. Showed him the loo, of course, and I got a glimpse of his dick. Also good-looking, about as long as mine, a bit thinner, and uncut. I thought of you immediately: it was a dick I think you’d enjoy. While we were there, too, he had some comments on the girls in the office, about how there were a few he’d lie to undress. So you see, I was thinking along the same lines as you. How do you feel about taking him out to dinner on Friday and then back home for some drinks and fun?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“No-no’s? There must be thousands of deviant perversions i wouldn’t want to do Steve. But I want you to push me so I’ll try to do anything you suggest with a man. Or men,” she added giggling. “But remember I like to be exhibited the most and I want to put on a show for you.”

“And if you want to fuck other women that’s fine. I want you to enjoy yourself. I’m just not interested in being there when you do,” she added. “But anything you want to do with guys is fine with me and yes it would be a turn on for me to see it.”

Melissa liked the sound of the young man from Steve’s office and it answered the question of how to take things forward, which had been something she hadn’t been sure of.

“Dinner on Friday sounds great,”’she told Steve. “I’m looking forward to it already,” she giggled.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

With dinner and entertainment planned for Friday, Steve was even more attentive to Melissa that night. Starting Tuesday at work, he began a more than passive approach to the new hire. A pat on the back ending with a little rub, a little squeeze on the nape, bits of suggestive talk, shared ogles of the office girls - nothing overt, but all setting things up for an interesting Friday with Jean-Pierre.

On Wednesday the CEO called Steve in to his office for an interesting assignment. Steve eagerly accepted and could hardly wait to get home to tell Melissa: he was to go to France with J-P for his first week, and Melissa could come with him. He and J-P spent their lunch discussing the trip and the new position.

Dinner was ready when he got home, and he was excited to share the news.

“I know you have no promo next week,” he said, “so I accepted for us. We can have it as a mini vacation. I’ll only have to be at the office there on Monday morning. After that I’ll just be on call if they need me for anything. We’ll be leaving on Saturday.”

They discussed it as they ate, and when the subject turned to packing, Steve thought of something.

“Melissa,” he began, “please don’t pack that little black cocktail dress with the flared skirt. I’d like you to wear that Friday night. With that black lace lingerie set - you know, the one with the demi-bra and French cut knickers - and black thigh-highs. High heels too.”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa was excited to be going on another holiday so soon after the last one. But it also offered her the chance to do something she’d been wanting to do for a while.

“You know, the weekend after is the formula 1 race in Monaco,” she told Steve. “Well I know they’re still looking for girls for some of the events and I’ve always wanted to go there. If you only need to be at work on Monday we could add it on to our trip and I could make some money too.”

Melissa had always been a bit of a formula 1 fan but it was the glitz and glamour of the race in the principality that really attracted her. Perhaps, if she was working there, they could get to experience some of it too. She’d always wanted to go on one of those famous parties on a yacht moored in the bay.

When she heard what Steve wanted her to wear on Friday she knew she was going to be on display. The cocktail dress he’d suggested had been bought ‘on-line’ the Christmas before. She’d planned to wear it to Steve's company's Christmas party. But when she'd tried it on, although it fitted her perfectly, it was way to short for a work related event, as bending over even the slightest amount put her bottom on full display. But for an evening where they were trying to lure a young man to their bed then the dress would be perfect.

She liked that Steve had told her what he wanted to see her in and she would make sure that she'd be wearing exactly what he'd described.

Over the next couple of days, Melissa sorted out a job for herself in Monaco, working for one of the big electronic games companies. The formula one teams were very politically correct these days but the games companies less so. She knew she'd be on display but that was nothing unusual.

On the Thursday, Melissa went into town to buy some thighs highs as Steve had requested. She also couldn't resist buying herself a new bikini and she treated Steve to some new Calvin Klein briefs as she wanted him to look his best on Friday night too. She couldn't help wondering how Steve could be so sure his colleague would be interested though. Not only in her but also in Steve's attention. She hoped it wouldn't be awkward if it turned out he wasn't. She thought about Steve's bi side and wondered how far he'd be prepared to go then she thought about the young Canadian man. She didn't know anything about him other than the brief description Steve had given her. He sounded nice and Melissa hoped they would be attracted to each other...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“That’s fantastic!” Steve exclaimed. “The Formula 1! Good for you, Honey.”

He was honestly delighted with the prospect of going to Monaco for the classic race. And for, well . . .

“Would you mind, Sweetheart, if I hung around the booths for a while? I haven’t seen you at a trade fair since we were dating. I always got a kick out of seeing the guys fawn all over you. Not to mention the pleasure of seeing why they were fawning all over you.”

Steve was excited as he dressed for the evening, pausing to admire himself in the new briefs Melissa had bought for him. A nice snug fit that emphasized his package. He was sure that his wife would like the look; he hoped J-P would like it as well. Fully dressed in suit and tie, he presented himself for Melissa’s inspection. He passed with flying colours. And Melissa? She was so hot he could have fucked her right then and there. Off to the hotel, then, to pick up their guest.

Jean-Paul was clearly smitten by Melissa’s beauty as they were introduced. Steve smiled to himself as he thought, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. He was proven right when they parked. The young French Canadian leapt from the back seat to gallantly open the door for Melissa, and his jaw almost hit the pavement when he saw her sexy body in that incredibly hot outfit. As he followed his hosts into the restaurant Steve presumed Melissa was putting on her best promo girl strut for the boy’s benefit. As they were seated, Steve thought his wife’s eyes were roaming over their guest as hungrily as his were roaming over her.

Dinner, accompanied by a bottle of fine wine, went very well; the ease of conversation suggested to Steve that Jean-Paul did impress and appeal to Melissa. J-P eagerly accepted his hostess’s invitation to join them for a drink at home.

Home and into the living room, and Steve offered to mix cocktails while Melissa sat on the couch and J-P took a seat in a cushioned side chair. Steve served the drinks and took a seat opposite J-P. A bit more small talk as they sipped their drinks, and Steve turned to their guest.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been having trouble keeping your eyes off Melissa,” he said with a laugh.

Jean-Paul blushed, remembering all his dirty talk with Steve about undressing the office girls with his eyes.

“Well, I . . . i . . .,” he stammered.

“No problem, mon ami,” Steve said. “I think she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever met, and I’m happy to see a young man like you finds her just as hot. Look all you want.”

Steve paused for a sip of his drink.

“In fact,” he said and then turned to his wife.

“Honey, why don’t you get up and do a few turns for our guest.”

Melissa had agreed for Steve to give directions, and he planned on taking advantage of it. He watched as avidly as did J-P while Melissa went through all the flirty - and suggestive - moves and poses she used as a promo girl. She finished with her back to the men and her bum pushed out.

“Can you touch your toes, Sweetheart,” Steve asked, knowing what the result would be, given the height of the hem of his wife’s very little black dress.

He knew also that she’d hold the pose until he told her what to do next.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa was pleased that Steve had agreed to go to Monaco with her and she wasn't surprised that he'd asked if she minded him watching her working. He knew the tight fitting Lycra bodysuit she'd be wearing would be a turn on for all the nerdy gamers visiting the stand. Some of the girls she worked with didn't let their partners see them at work because it was easy to get jealous, but Steve had never had that problem. He got off on watching her, so she told him it would be fun to have him around.

As Melissa was getting ready for their dinner date she wondered what Jean Paul would look like in person. Steve had described him as best he could but of course it was different from meeting someone in person. Melissa wondered what would happen if she wasn't attracted to the guy. Would she still want to go through with it for Steve's sake, would he expect her to? But it made Melissa question what excited her, was it the person or the situation. In the case of Ali, it had been both and she hoped it would be again with Jean Paul.

She needn't have worried, Melissa was genuinely impressed with Steve's choice. Jean Paul looked like a young Channing Tatum, all dark hair, smoldering looks and of course an exotic foreign accent. Putting on a show with him was going to be very easy indeed. And it seemed that Jean Paul was similarly taken with her. She noticed his body language and the way he'd looked at her as they'd got out of the car

Through dinner Melissa flirted mildly with Jean Paul, asking him about his life in Canada and what he thought about Manchester so far. Jean Paul for his part was keen to tell her about himself but he also asked her about what she did and when she told him she worked as a promo girl he complimented her, telling her that she certainly had the looks for it. Melissa found herself blushing slightly and thanking him for the compliment then asking him how he stayed so fit. Apparently Jean Paul did Cross fit and had also completed a couple of triathlons. Melissa took a couple of Cross Fit classes each week when she could and so the two of them talked about that for a while

At the end of the meal it was crunch time. She and Steve had agreed that, if she was happy, the sign that all systems were go was that Melissa would invite Jean Paul back to their home for a night-cap. When she did, Jean Paul politely agreed and she gave him a look. She wondered if he'd already figured out where this was going or whether he had no idea what was going to be on offer.

Melissa couldn't wait for the short journey back to their home in Wilmslow to be over. When they got out of the car she walked ahead of the two men to open the front door, fully aware that they'd both be getting an unobstructed view of her long legs and barely covered thighs.

Steve made drinks for everyone as Melissa and Jean Paul went through to the lounge. Melissa sat on the sofa and Jean Paul politely sat on one the armchairs then, when Steve came in with the drinks, he sat down in the other.

When Steve told Jean Paul that he'd noticed him looking at Melissa her heart began to thump with excitement and when he followed it with “Honey, why don’t you get up and do a few turns for our guest.” she knew the time had arrived.

She got up and gave Jean Paul a couple of twirls, then asked him "I know the dress is a bit short but do you like what you see?"

"Very nice," Jean Paul nodded appreciatively. If he hadn't known before what was going on, he must have had a pretty good idea now.

“Can you touch your toes, Sweetheart,” Steve asked, knowing what the result would be, given the height of the hem of his wife’s very little black dress."

Melissa giggled and turned to face Steve. Then she bent over and presented her backside to Jean Paul.