My husband Doug and I visit my aunt and uncle three or four times a year.

We always spend the weekend at the same motel and dine at the same lounge. During the past year Sandra, the manager/bartender, started to recognize us whenever we were in town.

We most recently arrived at nine on a Friday night, got our room, and went for a nightcap before turning in. Sandra said, “Hi. Visiting again? How are your aunt and uncle?” As we chatted, Doug and I found out Sandra was divorced and had just ended a relationship. When we finished, Doug and I let her know we would see her tomorrow night if she was working.

The next night we showed up at eight and found Sandra just getting ready to leave. She said it was her birthday, so I offered to buy her a drink. Sandra accepted and sat next to me in the booth, while Doug sat on the opposite side. After a few drinks Sandra started teasingly caressing my hands. Occasionally she brushed the inside of my thigh, laughing and grinning playfully when I looked at her.

Sandra and I went to the restroom. As we freshened up, she made a few sexual innuendoes about our bodies, which I tried to ignore because I was getting horny and could hardly wait to get Doug in bed. Sandra left ahead of me. When I got back to the booth I found Doug kissing her. Doug blushed when I teasingly asked, “What do you think you’re doing?” He stammered, “I asked her if she had gotten a birthday kiss yet, and she said no.” Doug returned to his side of the table. As I sat down Sandra looked at me and asked, “Don’t I get one too?” Without hesitation she placed a hand under my chin and laid one hell of a lip lock on me. I was in awe, but found myself enjoying and returning her kiss.

Around 10:30 I told Sandra and Doug I would call a cab, but then he said, jokingly, “I think she should spend the night with us.” Doug probably thought he was hearing things as both of us said in unison, “Okay.”

When we got to our room, Sandra and I teased Doug as we undressed each other. We crawled onto the bed, caressing and kissing each other’s body. I had never been with another woman before, but the pressure surging between my legs needed release, and I didn’t care who did it. I know I have never responded to Doug with the same passion I did to Sandra’s hands and tongue. He watched as we kissed and fondled each other, and then as we fingered and ate each other’s pussy.

Sandra motioned for Doug to join us. He was so worked up that he exploded within minutes after he penetrated her hot cunt. “I hope you’re not done,” Sandra said. I turned to her, smiled, and said, “Watch.” Doug lay on the bed and got his cock sucked erect by two pairs of luscious lips. Then he plunged his revived hard-on alternately into each of our eager pussies. When he finally shot his next load in me, we fell asleep with him cuddled between us.

The next morning Doug was awakened by me sucking his cock and Sandra planting kisses on his face and neck. Once she had his attention she said, “Thank you. Now you can finish what your wife has already started.” With that, she straddled his face with her hot, wet pussy. His mouth encircled her shaved pussy and his tongue tortured her clit. Sandra squealed as she drenched his lips and tongue with her orgasm. Then Doug kissed me passionately, sharing Sandra’s sweetness, before plunging into Sandra’s pussy from behind. Sandra buried her face between my legs for one last explosion.

After we showered, dressed, and ate breakfast, Doug and I bid Sandra farewell, but not without promises to call ahead for future visits to her house, and ours too.