We arrived at the hotel late at night.

It was pouring outside and I was tired, but the second I stepped into the lobby, I got my second wind. It was an hour’s wait before our room would be ready, so we sat in the lounge drinking scotch. That’s when we first saw her. She was our room-service girl. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her thick, dark hair was tied back in a short ponytail. She had nice firm tits, a tiny waist, and a full ass.

She caught my wife’s eye immediately. Stella is nicely tanned, with the figure of a lifelong aerobics enthusiast. We have always had an open relationship. We go out clubbing and bring back girls to share with each other. The third time the room-service girl walked by, she gave us a huge grin and said her name was Celia. Then she told us our room was ready and she would show us the way. The hotel was understaffed that night, and just the three of us went in the lift. Celia seemed flushed and exhausted, but cheerful.

“Is this your first time in Melbourne?” she asked.

“Yes,” I lied. I wanted to get past the small talk. “Hard night?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty busy,” she said.

Stella inched a little closer to her. “When do you get off?” she asked.

“Whenever I want,” she said. “They’re overworking us all. They never say anything if we just go to a room and hit the hay.”

Stella gently put her palm on the small of Celia’s back, then slid her fingers down her ass.

“Have you tried room 771 before?” Stella asked.

Celia looked surprised but pleased. She stepped back, pressing her ass into Stella’s hand. “Once, I think. That room has a water bed, doesn’t it?” she asked.

The lift came to our floor. Celia led the way. When she put the bags down at our door, she saw my cock bulging in my pants. She looked up at me as she traced around my knob with her fingernail.

“Have you both done this before?” she asked.

“Yes, but not with you,” Stella answered, coming behind her and grabbing her lush tits.

The three of us fell through the door. Stella immediately pushed Celia against the wall and French-kissed her, ripping her jacket open. I pulled down her bra and starting sucking one nipple while pinching the other. Stella slid her hand down to Celia’s crotch and slid three fingers inside her pussy. Celia sucked passionately on my wife’s tongue and slowly pumped my shaft, tickling the bottom of my scrotum with her fingertip. Then Stella broke the kiss and smiled.

“Celia, doesn’t my husband have a beautiful cock?” she asked.

Celia smiled and nodded. Slowly, gently, Stella pushed her down before me, then slid under Celia’s upturned ass and began kissing, then sucking, her pussy. Celia was gentle at first, softly kissing and licking my dick all over. The she took all of me in her mouth, her tongue flicking the knob frantically. I came furiously in her mouth. She swallowed every drop before pulling me down for a French kiss as my wife made her come. We all collapsed on the floor. I reached out and took Stella’s hand while Celia planted small kisses around her lips.

“You know,” Celia said, “my boyfriend’s actually picking me up in half an hour.”

Stella got that look in her eye that I know so well. “I guess you’ll just have to invite him up,” she said.