I was sitting alone at the lounge bar, having a short one before retiring to my hotel room for the evening news. I was talking a little with the bartender and listening, without a whole lot of interest, to the folk songs being delivered by a young lady sitting on a stool in the corner and strumming a bass guitar.

I went to the bathroom, leaving my cigarettes and drink at the bar. Upon my return I saw that a couple had taken two bar stools next to mine. When I sat back down at the bar, on the other side. They were holding hands, and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, as I was in a strange city with no one of my own to play with.

The woman (whose name, I later learned, was Joan) and her husband, Alan, seemed engrossed in one another. I noticed that her very well-formed legs were not very well hidden under a short black skirt. A glance at her breasts was enticing. She wore a red silk blouse, and while no cleavage showed, it was evident that her breasts were firm and well rounded. I could see the nipples through the thin material of her blouse and her bra.

The three of us began conversing. At one point, Alan excused himself and went to the men’s room. Joan didn’t shy away from talking to me while he was gone. There was nothing suggestive or permissive in her tone, but there wasn’t any resistance, either. I lit her cigarette, and she steadied my hand with her own. She had a soft touch. A couple of times our legs brushed accidentally. Joan made no quick movement to break the contact.

When Alan returned, he suggested we all move to a table “so we can get Joan out of the middle,” he said. She smiled and he added, “Or maybe she likes it there.”

We moved to a table and ordered another round of drinks. As we continued our conversation, I noticed some eye exchanges between Joan and Alan but didn’t think much of it. After a while, Joan excused herself and went to the rest room. Alan and I watched her rounded hips and well-formed thighs as she walked across the room. Then Alan turned to me and said that he and Joan often enjoyed threesomes with another man. He explained that he derived much pleasure from seeing his wife with another man and that he also enjoyed participating in a three-way. Taken aback but eager to seize the moment, I told Alan that I would invite him and his wife up to my room for another drink.

When Joan returned to the table, there was a smile on her face. I was sure she knew what her husband and I had been talking about. She accepted without hesitation when I extended my invitation for a nightcap.

Once inside my room, I turned on a small light and sat on the bed. I watched Alan take Joan in his arms and kiss her. Breaking the kiss, Alan turned to me and asked me to open the drapes to let in the city lights. He quickly turned off the room light.

I returned to the side of the bed where they were standing and found Alan unbuttoning his wife’s blouse. He moved around behind Joan and I stepped in front of her, putting my arms around her. I drew her to me. Joan moaned slightly, and I could feel her excitement as our lips met in a warm kiss. I felt her push her breasts into my chest and grind her hips against mine.

I removed my lips from hers and began kissing her chest, at the same time finishing the unbuttoning of her blouse. I quickly unfastened her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts. I cupped them in my hands and took the nipples in my mouth, alternating between sucking them and flicking my tongue over their hardness.

Alan unfastened the back button on his wife’s skirt and unzipped it, whereupon the skirt fell to the floor. Alan then guided Joan onto the bed. Quickly I pulled off her shoes and pantyhose and then got out of my own clothes.

I helped move Joan to the center of the bed and kissed her again. I moved my hands over her breasts and down across her stomach, finally arriving at her lovely bush. I felt Joan’s hand search out my hardness. As she squeezed and stroked me, her husband quickly shed his clothes.

Now I pulled apart Joan’s pussy lips and got ready to feast. She was moaning now and rotating her hips, thrusting them up toward my mouth. She moved her head closer to my cock, and as I began to mouth her clit, flicking it from time to time with my tongue, she took me in her mouth. It was heaven. Her technique showed her to be an accomplished fellatrice. All the while, Alan was rubbing her lovely ass.

After a while I put Joan on her hands and knees. Alan still caressed her, and she began to push back into me and moan and wanted me to enter her. I took my cock and slipped it into her love hole. I was doing everything I could to keep from shooting too soon. All three of us were lost in pleasure, Alan watching Joan touch herself and enjoy me sliding in and out, and me pumping her hot pussy.

When Joan came, she cried out with joy. I emptied my load into her succulent pussy, thrusting and thrusting until I finally collapsed on top of her. Alan’s hips were bucking forward, he was about to come. Grabbing his cock, he looked Joan straight in the eye. She was enjoying this. Alan quickly got to his knees, and while Joan held his free hand, he jacked himself off. The first spurts landed directly on the floor, the remainder on the bed.

Alan and I lay on either side of Joan, and we each smoked a cigarette and sipped some wine. We talked for a little while, and then Joan got things started by sucking first on my cock and then on her husband’s.

In no time at all, both of us were hard again.

The second round was more playful but no less passionate than the first. Soon after we had all come again, Alan and Joan left. I realized that I didn’t even know where they lived or their last name. I only knew that they had given me the time of my life.