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A long awaited weekend way, 3 nights in a nice hotel, a bit of time together after lockdown - quality and uninterrupted in every respect!
On our first night we’d booked tickets for a new entertainment club we’d read about on the internet, it was something similar to the Supper Club in Amsterdam, lots of different acts on show throughout the evening. It had received good reviews and looked really classy. The dress code at the club was smart casual and included a table with nibbles and was waitress service. I’d bought a new jacket and you’d said to put it with a nice shirt and some jeans, I knew you liked that look.
We’d decided to have a couple of drinks in the hotel bar before we went out thinking it would be nice, following a late lunch. A good time to catch up. However, you had requested to get ready on your own that evening and meet me in the hotel bar and asked if I’d meet you down there, have a couple of beers and order you a Prosecco when you gave me a text. I knew the back end of the football was on, so guessed you were being kind.
We went to the room together and I got ready pretty quickly to return down to the bar to leave you in peace. Your one request of me in the room was to shave your entire body as you showered, paying particular attention to your pussy area and ass hole, you loved the smoothness of freshly shaven lips, not bald, just keeping your familiar tiny strip of hair. Once finished your lips were soft and your tight ass hole was lovely and smooth with a glistening to it. As I left the room, there was no sign of any clothes for you to wear which was unusual but I was dressed up and ready to head to the bar so thought I’d leave you to it. As you stepped out of the shower I opened the door and a bottle of Prosecco arrived from room service. You tiptoed over brushing past me, a little side boob on display, with your towel wrapped loosely round you and politely took the midi bottle of Prosecco from the man as you said to me ‘oh you weren’t meant to see that one arrive’! The man chuckled and headed off as you ushered me out of the room.
I wondered down to the bar and sat down having ordered a beer and watched the football.
Sat at the bar I received a text from you; a Prosecco order I thought!? Not the case though, as I opened two picture messages. All I could see in the first was a pair of gold heels and a crotchless thong positioned just so on the bed. The second picture was far more visual, it was one of you bent over at the dressing table with your freshly shaven pussy and ass on display. It looked like it had been oiled. As I sat there my cock stirred slightly at the thought of your freshly shaven pussy lips protruding through the tight slit in your crotchless knickers. With your painted nails sat in the gold pair of heels that lay on the bed with a heel that seemed bigger than you’d worn before, at least 5 inches I thought to myself. I tried to focus on the football as my cock stirred and began to press firmly on my jeans and although I was tucked away in the corner of the hotel bar there were quite a few people starting to arrive ordering drinks. Everyone seemed well dressed which was nice to see.
As I ordered another beer; a second text, my cock had just began to soften so I was wondering what was next!? This time though it was your planned text - ‘Prosecco please chick, I’ll be 15 minutes’. I ordered another beer and paid for a Prosecco but asked the lady behind the bar if she could hold the small bottle in the fridge. She asked if I was waiting for a date, to which I replied, ‘Yeah tinder date, with my wife’! She chuckled as she put the Prosecco in the fridge. We chatted briefly about our plans that evening and she said that the town was lovely and we’d enjoy our night, whatever we did.
More people arrived at the bar and then as a man asked me if I knew where the toilets were, I pointed in the direction of the lifts. As I pointed looking across the reception foyer the lift door opened - you’d arrived. I could see the man who I was talking to staring at you, as did I. You were wearing something I’d not seen before, clearly something new, you’d obviously bought it following your recent fitness burst. It was a black dress, slender, with a capped sleeve, a low neckline which showed off your bronzed cleavage, intricate in detail and sat just below the knee with a small slit to the left side. You matched it with the pair of gold heels I’d seen in the picture and matched the heels with a gold choker that clung tightly to your neck. Gold accessories, all that complimented your gold nails, with a larger style clutch bag. Your hair was up and back with a long hairpiece to extend your ponytail right down your back but with some good volume through the top! As I looked back at the man to point the toilets out, he mouthed to me ‘she’s fit, wouldn’t mind a go on that’. Then as you walked closer and came right to the seat next to me at the bar and sat down. I introduced you as my tinder date! He didn’t really know what to say and scuttled off to the toilet rather quickly.
As you were greeted by the lady behind the bar, she placed a glass and started to pour your Prosecco. ‘Tinder date’ she said!? You looked at me a little aghast, as she quickly followed it up with, ‘I’ve never heard of a tinder date with husband and wife, sounds intriguing’. You chuckled as she finished pouring, continuing to engage with you remarking on how much she loved your dress and following that compliment up with a comment to me - ‘I’d go on a tinder date with your wife too - have a lovely evening guys’! I saw you blush slightly but you smiled and accepted the compliment. She was similar in age to you I’d say and dressed in a tight black skirt with white blouse and a ponytail, attractive and understated but a clean, classy look for work. Now you were sat I had chance to look at the back of your dress. It was completely backless, it plunged right down to the base of your spine and all I could see was a very brown tanned back and a single gold chain that followed the line of your spine and lay adjacent to your ponytail, ending with a small diamanté jewel as it hung from your choker!
We sat and chatted some more with a buzzing atmosphere and had another drink. I could see you were a tiny bit tipsy having had your Prosecco in the room so I ordered a taxi for around 20 mins to take us into the town nearby. The club was within walking distance of all the bars and was perfect as on closer inspection I’d say your heels were 6 inches. You were taller than I’d ever seen you before. But I liked it.
As we were leaving, the lady behind the bar thanked us and said ‘see you later maybe...’ to which we thanked her, smiled a left.
We jumped in the taxi and chatted continually to the driver who was full of ideas on where to go. After a short ten minute drive he suggested dropping us at a nice looking wine and cocktail bar and said ‘the atmosphere is really good in there guys’ and he knew we’d fit in, ‘especially you in that dress madam’, he remarked. As we approached the door, you squeezed my hand, in anticipation of maybe appearing overdressed!? Within a few seconds your grasp eased, it was busy and full of similarly dressed people, a good mix of ages, probably 35-40+ being the youngest. We managed to get a seat at the bar and were handed an extensive cocktail list, to which you replied to the barman, ‘can I have something nice, fruity but not too sweet and I like it longer please’, with a playful glint in your eye. I ordered a mojito and we sat and took in the atmosphere, people watching instantly.
The club opened at around 9.00 for a 9.30 seating with nibbles served on arrival. It was now just after 8pm so we decided to keep our seats at the bar and venture straight to the club on foot. The barman saying it was literally just behind where we were, a two minute walk, no more.
As we finished our second cocktail we were presented with a house shot from the barman, we downed them quickly and as we got up to leave I could feel you a little wobbly on your feet but thought this was as much about your six inch heels as it was the cocktails and Prosecco.
On leaving it was clear that quite a few others were too - mostly couples or small groups. Presumably heading to the same place we were...
When we arrived we were immediately offered a welcome drink and escorted down some stairs through to a very intimate looking room, quite dark with lots of booths that were softly lit. We were ushered to our very own booth by a suited gentleman that had greeted us as we came down the stairs. He was tall, around 6ft 2 and had a presence about him, one of calmness but control and he was very polite. He was the second person of the evening to comment on your dress, admiring it as he ushered you into the booth seating. The intimacy of our booth was lovely and although it was quite dark we could see other tables and booths well from where we were sat.
In what seemed like just a few minutes, a waitress arrived, dressed rather sexily, in tight black leather trousers, a shimmery silver sleeveless top and a simple pair of black court shoes. Her hair was in a bun and she wore the brightest red lipstick I’d ever seen. She placed before us a tiny sharing slate of lovely canapés and asked if we’d like to see the wine menu or perhaps order another drink? I chose a beer and you opted for the small carafe of Rose wine. As she left the table with our drinks order she turned to us both, ‘enjoy your evening guys, I’m sure you won’t forget this one’. You instantly looked at me and followed this up with a comment that gave me a gauge of your mood - ‘you’d love those lips round your cock no doubt’! I nearly spat my canapé out as I looked at you, as you looked back at me with a playful smile.
We were both clearly quite hungry as within minutes we’d devoured our slate of canapés and you instantly spoke of your need for some more of the same. As our drinks arrived, from the same waitress, she passed comment on your choker, saying how elegant it looked and how nice the gold chain stretching the length of your back complemented it. You smiled and thanked her, ironically having the nerve to say how much you loved her lipstick and asked her what brand it was? Obviously for the style, not just for sucking cock, I was thinking to myself. At this point, the waitress said she’d be back round before long with some special treats prepared by the kitchen. As she walked away this time, she offered her name ‘my name is Lara and if you need anything just give me a shout, I’ll pop back for drinks orders in a bit’. I couldn’t help but pick you up on your lipstick comment. You’d had the cheek to play with me as she’d walked away last time and this time I returned the favour - ‘love your lipstick, which brand is that’ I mocked.
We continued to drink our drinks and take in the atmosphere as the place started to fill. The lighting lifted and at that point it became apparent there was an upstairs viewing area, circular in shape with tables positioned with a view to our level. There was also a small stage area and a small amount of podiums arranged around the room, presumably for the acts about to come on.
As the noise rose the lights dimmed again and a voice came over the speaker. ‘Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to a night of something different’! The voice went on and as we listened, Lara appeared at our table with a longboard style selection of light bites! ‘Can I get you some more drinks guys’? I opted for another beer and to my surprise and unnoticed by me, your carafe of wine was nearly empty, so you were quick to accept the offer of another.
Awaiting the start of the show, not sure what to expect there was a hum of anticipation. At that point a spotlight shone on the stage, the curtain moved sideways to reveal a semi naked man, suspended from the ceiling on a huge gymnastic ring. His body chiselled, and painted in gold, his impressive package on display for all to see, seemingly showing every detail, even seeing the outline of his cock, with a single vein running down his shaft. ‘Cock ring’ I said to you! ‘You reckon’ was your response. ‘Definitely’, impressive I had to admit but surely not without some aid to enhance a cock in such detail! As he started to sway gently, a lady appeared from the side of the stage, similarly semi naked, only wearing a pair of thigh high gold boots and a t-shaped diamanté piece of jewellery. One piece running down from the base of her spine and disappearing into the cheeks of her firm, although slightly larger bum. At the front two lines of diamanté’s ran either side of her pussy lips, that protruded nicely. It rested perfectly on her hips. One word was uttered by you - ‘pummelling!’ I had to agree entirely. Her nipples stood firm from her ample breasts and her body glistened in the light. Then to everyone’s surprise she simply sang, solo under the man who swayed perfectly to her faultless voice.
Further acts ranged from a magician, group dancers, pianists, gymnasts through to a drag artist that had the place howling. All of the acts different in their own way.
The evening took it’s unexpected turn towards the end of the show - as a couple walked past our table and disappeared behind a curtain right next to our booth. It was dimly lit so we couldn’t see who they were but I was intrigued as to where they’d gone. You immediately said to me ‘go and see where that goes’, so I crept from our booth and was well hidden from most of the audience.
As I pulled the curtain back - there was a doorway that led to a long corridor area. I ventured down into what seemed like another building as the noise from behind me all of a sudden silenced. Before long I could hear voices coming from ahead of me, soft music playing and not long after that could hear the echo of heels from behind me. You’d clearly had a few to drink as I turned and saw you creeping up on me, giggling like a c***d. As you got to me a door opened and we were welcomed into an intimate bar area.
We were in a foyer and there were a few couples, well dressed with a nice vibe, all being ushered towards the bar areas. It was very intimate, more so than where we’d just been. Then I noticed that all the staff were dressed in very little, classy, sexy and inviting on the eye for us both. At that point, you were tapped on the shoulder. ‘Nice tinder date’, the voice exclaimed. It was the lady from the bar at the hotel earlier. Clearly dressed differently, a black leather skirt clung to her hips, with her ample breasts similarly squeezed into a tight top but covered slightly with a small blazer jacket. She wore a small intricate eye mask that showed her piercing eyes and a pair of silver heels to match yours in height. Still trying to figure out who she was, it suddenly became apparent to you. As you went to answer her first question she continued, ‘I finished work early and decided that I should try a tinder date too’. ‘Meet my husband Marco’ as he appeared from behind us. As we turned it was obvious that we instantly thought the same thing - it was the guy that hung from the gymnastic ring in the show. He was dressed smartly although casually, actually similarly to me with a jacket and jeans. ‘Francis, I’m Francis’ the lady from the hotel bar said as she reached out to shake your hand then mine. ‘Would you like to join us for a drink?’ Francis asked. I looked at you and your eyes were still fixed on Marco, clearly with thoughts of how you’d seen him so exposed only a couple of hours ago on the ring!
Your glare eventually interrupted as Francis took hold of your arm and guided you to the bar. As you strode off, we both looked at each other and then to our right, where there were a couple sat together kissing intimately. Very seductively and as we glanced down we could see the man’s cock standing firm from his trousers, carefully being stroked by the lady. She wore a basque style outfit, black in colour with small eye mask and a small pair of leather gloves. Her action on his cock, slow but assertive.
‘What type of place is this’ I asked Marco, whilst watching his wife arm in arm with you, teetering to the bar in equally high heels? Marco turned to me and said simply ‘your wife is beautiful, you’ll enjoy your evening’! I agreed and also commented on his wife’s beauty too and also couldn’t help but say how much we’d enjoyed the show! We wondered to a booth area to wait for you both.
When you arrived back accompanied by a semi naked waiter, laden down with a tray full of cocktails you and Francis sat together and chatted until the point when Marco intervened and asked you about your shoes; ‘how do you walk in those shoes beautiful lady,’!? Clearly a charmer.
‘Similarly to your wife, classy ladies that ooze elegance’ was your response. I knew you had a confidence about you, I liked that. As you chatted, Francis signalled to me to hit the bar with her for some shots and as I stood your eyes glanced at me with a wink, ‘love you, you mouthed’ and you continued to talk.
On returning with some drinks it was clear that Francis was feeling left out so she squeezed between you both and put a hand on each of your laps. As we looked round where we were there was another large booth area in the far corner and on it were around 3 couples all seemingly intimate with each other in similar states of undress. They seemed to be teasing one and other and the action was slow but deliberate, almost heightening the atmosphere. As we watched on Francis placed her hand on your leg and rubbed your thigh, at one stage lifting your dress up to the very top of it. Sat directly opposite you, it was at this point I could see your pussy lips, forcibly pushing out from your crotchless panties. You noticed my glance and teasingly opened your legs a little more, as you pushed your pussy off the edge of the seat.
Before long I could see Francis clock your game and at that point was shocked to see her unzip Marco’s trousers. In anticipation you adjusted your position to gain a better look and your gaze clearly honed in on Marco’s crotch area, visibly keen to see what you’d seen only the outline of earlier. As his semi erect penis fell from his trousers and sat on his thigh, the head glistening. Despite the intimate darkness of the room, I saw your eyes light up. No cock ring, just an impressive cock, definitely thicker than mine, not as long and similarly pristine. I know how you loved my clean looking cock.
It was then that you opened your large clutch bag, and instantly sparked the attentions of us all as you reached in and pulled out a small tube of lube. I was shocked, heart pounding, transfixed on Francis’s hand slowly moving up your thigh but strangely aware of Marco’s thick cock sat there on display. You took Francis’s hand and proceeded to pour a small amount of lube at the same time giving yourself an amount to rub into your own hands. I was unsure where to look, what to do next - was this planned, why did you have lube, my head was rushing, what was I to do!? The same could not be said for you at this point though as your hand reached across and took Marco’s now stiffening cock in your palm. His wife, needed no further coaxing and before long her hand was entirely up your dress, her lubed fingers clearly massaging your wet lips.
The intimacy was heightened by the ambiance of the dimly lit booth, tucked away in the corner of the bar area. As you looked across at me you mouthed very slowly ‘wank, I want you to wank, take your cock out and wank for me’. Your grip now firmly around the base of Marco’s shaft with his wife’s fingers embedded in your pussy, rubbing at your clit. The sight of you wanking whilst being finger fucked by another lady had clearly had an effect on me as I took out my cock, the precum already evident and oozing from the slit of my stiff shaft. You took one hand, and signalled with a finger to come closer so you could reach me, your other hand still wanking and your pace not faltering, if anything getting quicker and your grip on Marco’s cock strong and confident. I looked at Francis to see if she approved of you wanking so quickly on her husbands cock. What I hadn’t noticed and quite unsure how I missed it was that she now had her one hand intent on rubbing you to orgasm and her other hand now fingering her own wet slit. As I looked, I could see that she’d lifted her skirt and pushed her tiny cerise pink thong to one side. Her freshly shaven cunt with a tiny triangular covering of pubes, perfectly neat on display also.
I took stock for a minute - I was there slowly starting to wank on my own cock whilst watching my wife get finger fucked by a lady we’d met at our hotel bar only a few hours ago, as you pulled her husbands cock like there was no tomorrow. And to top it off sat in between you, Francis also plunging her fingers deep inside her now dripping cunt, the juices of which were visible to see as they glistened on the insides of both her thighs. My cock was now receiving its own vigorous rubbing too, my eyes transfixed on what was before me but able to hold a sexually charged stare right into your eyes as you fixed yours back at me.
It was at this point Marco altered his position, very deliberately moving his throbbing cock towards your mouth, one foot firmly on the floor and the other leg in a kneeling position on the booth seating. You immediately turned into a kneeling position of your own, tilting your hips and ass into the air as Francis’s fingers fell from between your legs to allow her to hoist your dress up over your ass and rest on your hips. Your next move stopped us all in our tracks as you reached for your clutch bag and pulled a jewelled butt plug from within it, gold in colour with a silver diamanté detail on the plug end. What the fuck was happening was the thought in my head!? Obviously something you’d packed as a treat for the two of us!! Francis needed no further invitation as she took it from you and inserted it in her moist cunt, plunging it in and out a few times only to pull it out quickly and move it right towards your ass hole. She moved towards you and simultaneously pulled your crotchless knickers to one side whilst licking your tight hole for an additional lubing. Her long slender fingers tipped with painted nails now all that was holding your jewelled little toy as she pressed in gently but assertively into your now fully exposed ass hole. It was clear that your inebriated state had relaxed you as your tight hole enveloped the bulb of the plug without so much of a flinch; your focus clearly on the cock in front of you about to enter your open mouth! You summoned me closer taking my cock In your hand and started wanking it, slowly to start with but your pace quickening as you were attempting to keep breath as Marco’s cock moved in and out of your dripping mouth. Francis was now behind you, toying with your ass whilst dipping her fingers from her glistening pussy straight into yours, licking the juices from her fingers as your juices combined.
A hand then joined yours as I felt some wet fingers with some sharp nails caress my balls and move slowly up my shaft to intertwine with your fingers and continue to rhythmically rub my cock faster and faster.
I could see Marco start to clench his arse cheeks as his breathing and thrust grew quicker, Francis now with 3 of her own fingers frantically finger fucking her pussy. I saw an opportunity to fill your final hole. A cock in your mouth, butt plug firmly in your ass being toyed with by Francis and your pussy clearly left exposed with the occasional fingering from Francis. I moved to the rear of you and plunged my rock hard cock deep inside your pussy, your clit bulbous and left for Francis to rub firmly with one hand while continuing to finger fuck her self to what surely must be an imminent orgasm.
As I fucked you I could hear your breathing getting louder, your dress now d****d round your waist, with one breast being caressed by Marco and the other having it’s nipple squeezed firmly between your forefinger and thumb.
Before much longer I felt you back onto my cock, feeling the full force of your hips slam back against my stomach. You repeated this four or five times and on the final bulk your head came up clearly with a mouthful of cum like I’d never seen before! I wondered what you would do, where was your towel, what was going through your head, would you spit it out, how were you going to dump this lot? All those thoughts ran through my head! You immediately grabbed Francis by her head and dived straight in for a passionate kiss and within one action seductively let your mouth open and fill Francis’s mouth with her husbands cum!! You turned to me and said, I want your cum in my mouth, now!! At this point Francis started to convulse as she finger fucked her pussy with a fury I’d not seen before, her nipples stood firm and proud as she pulled at them both with her other hand.
Your hand now moving to the butt plug in your ass and pulling it out and slamming it back into your hole. The sight was too much and I found myself hurriedly exiting your dripping cunt and forcing my way to find your mouth. As Francis held your head with one hand she now had Marco latched onto her breast, sucking frantically at her stiff nipples.
No sooner I got to your mouth my cock exploded a jet a hot semen all over your face and into your open mouth. It kept coming and instead of gagging, as I thought you might, you forced my cock back your throat and took the full length in your mouth and sucked me dry. Lapping the cum from your cheeks with your finger. It was now that the volume increased, with you and Francis cumming together, sexual groans that portrayed your pleasure, her legs buckling from under her and you pulling your butt plug from your ass as you collapsed on the booth seating!! Francis intent on licking the remaining cum from your face. The noise of two simultaneous orgasms turned to a calm silence and only then did the focus return to a slow hum of music around us all. Clearly having not been focused on our surroundings. As we looked across the room there was another couple now engaged in some anal pleasure. Her writhing on his cock but both facing our direction. They’d obviously been intent on watching us all and engaged in their own session.
As we collected our thoughts adjusted our attire we looked at each other and kissed passionately, wrapping our tongues around each other’s, almost like teenagers with their first kiss!! Marco and Francis sat next to us, spent from their efforts. Francis turned to you and commented on the fact that she loved your sexual exuberance and passed a quick quip about it being her best tinder date ever, she just never thought it would be a tinder double date!
We drank our drinks and chatted freely about everything and anything before saying our good byes and heading back to our hotel.
As we entered reception there was all of a sudden and air of intensity that hit us both and as we entered the lift, we couldn’t wait to kiss and caress each other intimately, the lift not opening quickly enough for us to fumble to the room and get inside. On entering the room I was literally naked within seconds, you similarly with just your heels left on for good measure and because it would have taken too long to take them off!
You turned to me, pulling your tube of lube from your clutch bag and said to me, ‘the only place I haven’t felt a cock tonight is in my ass, I want you to fuck it, pummel me and fill it with cum’! I needed no second invitation and before long I was balls deep filling your ass hole with my solid, reddened cock. You fingered your pussy and pulled at your nipples, thrusting your ass back into my cock. My length disappearing with every stoke right into your ass. As you came to your second orgasm of the evening, you gushed all over the floor telling me to fill your ass with my hot jizz. You’d barely finished your sentence and I felt my cock pulsate and spasm, literally firing a warm jet of semen into your ass. We collapsed on the bed, arm in arm and just lay there, speechless for a good 10 minutes, looking out of the window and clearly reflective of our nights entertainment.
I love you ‘I said’ as you looked at me and said ‘I love you too, thanks for tonight!’
On our first night we’d booked tickets for a new entertainment club we’d read about on the internet, it was something similar to the Supper Club in Amsterdam, lots of different acts on show throughout the evening. It had received good reviews and looked really classy. The dress code at the club was smart casual and included a table with nibbles and was waitress service. I’d bought a new jacket and you’d said to put it with a nice shirt and some jeans, I knew you liked that look.
We’d decided to have a couple of drinks in the hotel bar before we went out thinking it would be nice, following a late lunch. A good time to catch up. However, you had requested to get ready on your own that evening and meet me in the hotel bar and asked if I’d meet you down there, have a couple of beers and order you a Prosecco when you gave me a text. I knew the back end of the football was on, so guessed you were being kind.
We went to the room together and I got ready pretty quickly to return down to the bar to leave you in peace. Your one request of me in the room was to shave your entire body as you showered, paying particular attention to your pussy area and ass hole, you loved the smoothness of freshly shaven lips, not bald, just keeping your familiar tiny strip of hair. Once finished your lips were soft and your tight ass hole was lovely and smooth with a glistening to it. As I left the room, there was no sign of any clothes for you to wear which was unusual but I was dressed up and ready to head to the bar so thought I’d leave you to it. As you stepped out of the shower I opened the door and a bottle of Prosecco arrived from room service. You tiptoed over brushing past me, a little side boob on display, with your towel wrapped loosely round you and politely took the midi bottle of Prosecco from the man as you said to me ‘oh you weren’t meant to see that one arrive’! The man chuckled and headed off as you ushered me out of the room.
I wondered down to the bar and sat down having ordered a beer and watched the football.
Sat at the bar I received a text from you; a Prosecco order I thought!? Not the case though, as I opened two picture messages. All I could see in the first was a pair of gold heels and a crotchless thong positioned just so on the bed. The second picture was far more visual, it was one of you bent over at the dressing table with your freshly shaven pussy and ass on display. It looked like it had been oiled. As I sat there my cock stirred slightly at the thought of your freshly shaven pussy lips protruding through the tight slit in your crotchless knickers. With your painted nails sat in the gold pair of heels that lay on the bed with a heel that seemed bigger than you’d worn before, at least 5 inches I thought to myself. I tried to focus on the football as my cock stirred and began to press firmly on my jeans and although I was tucked away in the corner of the hotel bar there were quite a few people starting to arrive ordering drinks. Everyone seemed well dressed which was nice to see.
As I ordered another beer; a second text, my cock had just began to soften so I was wondering what was next!? This time though it was your planned text - ‘Prosecco please chick, I’ll be 15 minutes’. I ordered another beer and paid for a Prosecco but asked the lady behind the bar if she could hold the small bottle in the fridge. She asked if I was waiting for a date, to which I replied, ‘Yeah tinder date, with my wife’! She chuckled as she put the Prosecco in the fridge. We chatted briefly about our plans that evening and she said that the town was lovely and we’d enjoy our night, whatever we did.
More people arrived at the bar and then as a man asked me if I knew where the toilets were, I pointed in the direction of the lifts. As I pointed looking across the reception foyer the lift door opened - you’d arrived. I could see the man who I was talking to staring at you, as did I. You were wearing something I’d not seen before, clearly something new, you’d obviously bought it following your recent fitness burst. It was a black dress, slender, with a capped sleeve, a low neckline which showed off your bronzed cleavage, intricate in detail and sat just below the knee with a small slit to the left side. You matched it with the pair of gold heels I’d seen in the picture and matched the heels with a gold choker that clung tightly to your neck. Gold accessories, all that complimented your gold nails, with a larger style clutch bag. Your hair was up and back with a long hairpiece to extend your ponytail right down your back but with some good volume through the top! As I looked back at the man to point the toilets out, he mouthed to me ‘she’s fit, wouldn’t mind a go on that’. Then as you walked closer and came right to the seat next to me at the bar and sat down. I introduced you as my tinder date! He didn’t really know what to say and scuttled off to the toilet rather quickly.
As you were greeted by the lady behind the bar, she placed a glass and started to pour your Prosecco. ‘Tinder date’ she said!? You looked at me a little aghast, as she quickly followed it up with, ‘I’ve never heard of a tinder date with husband and wife, sounds intriguing’. You chuckled as she finished pouring, continuing to engage with you remarking on how much she loved your dress and following that compliment up with a comment to me - ‘I’d go on a tinder date with your wife too - have a lovely evening guys’! I saw you blush slightly but you smiled and accepted the compliment. She was similar in age to you I’d say and dressed in a tight black skirt with white blouse and a ponytail, attractive and understated but a clean, classy look for work. Now you were sat I had chance to look at the back of your dress. It was completely backless, it plunged right down to the base of your spine and all I could see was a very brown tanned back and a single gold chain that followed the line of your spine and lay adjacent to your ponytail, ending with a small diamanté jewel as it hung from your choker!
We sat and chatted some more with a buzzing atmosphere and had another drink. I could see you were a tiny bit tipsy having had your Prosecco in the room so I ordered a taxi for around 20 mins to take us into the town nearby. The club was within walking distance of all the bars and was perfect as on closer inspection I’d say your heels were 6 inches. You were taller than I’d ever seen you before. But I liked it.
As we were leaving, the lady behind the bar thanked us and said ‘see you later maybe...’ to which we thanked her, smiled a left.
We jumped in the taxi and chatted continually to the driver who was full of ideas on where to go. After a short ten minute drive he suggested dropping us at a nice looking wine and cocktail bar and said ‘the atmosphere is really good in there guys’ and he knew we’d fit in, ‘especially you in that dress madam’, he remarked. As we approached the door, you squeezed my hand, in anticipation of maybe appearing overdressed!? Within a few seconds your grasp eased, it was busy and full of similarly dressed people, a good mix of ages, probably 35-40+ being the youngest. We managed to get a seat at the bar and were handed an extensive cocktail list, to which you replied to the barman, ‘can I have something nice, fruity but not too sweet and I like it longer please’, with a playful glint in your eye. I ordered a mojito and we sat and took in the atmosphere, people watching instantly.
The club opened at around 9.00 for a 9.30 seating with nibbles served on arrival. It was now just after 8pm so we decided to keep our seats at the bar and venture straight to the club on foot. The barman saying it was literally just behind where we were, a two minute walk, no more.
As we finished our second cocktail we were presented with a house shot from the barman, we downed them quickly and as we got up to leave I could feel you a little wobbly on your feet but thought this was as much about your six inch heels as it was the cocktails and Prosecco.
On leaving it was clear that quite a few others were too - mostly couples or small groups. Presumably heading to the same place we were...
When we arrived we were immediately offered a welcome drink and escorted down some stairs through to a very intimate looking room, quite dark with lots of booths that were softly lit. We were ushered to our very own booth by a suited gentleman that had greeted us as we came down the stairs. He was tall, around 6ft 2 and had a presence about him, one of calmness but control and he was very polite. He was the second person of the evening to comment on your dress, admiring it as he ushered you into the booth seating. The intimacy of our booth was lovely and although it was quite dark we could see other tables and booths well from where we were sat.
In what seemed like just a few minutes, a waitress arrived, dressed rather sexily, in tight black leather trousers, a shimmery silver sleeveless top and a simple pair of black court shoes. Her hair was in a bun and she wore the brightest red lipstick I’d ever seen. She placed before us a tiny sharing slate of lovely canapés and asked if we’d like to see the wine menu or perhaps order another drink? I chose a beer and you opted for the small carafe of Rose wine. As she left the table with our drinks order she turned to us both, ‘enjoy your evening guys, I’m sure you won’t forget this one’. You instantly looked at me and followed this up with a comment that gave me a gauge of your mood - ‘you’d love those lips round your cock no doubt’! I nearly spat my canapé out as I looked at you, as you looked back at me with a playful smile.
We were both clearly quite hungry as within minutes we’d devoured our slate of canapés and you instantly spoke of your need for some more of the same. As our drinks arrived, from the same waitress, she passed comment on your choker, saying how elegant it looked and how nice the gold chain stretching the length of your back complemented it. You smiled and thanked her, ironically having the nerve to say how much you loved her lipstick and asked her what brand it was? Obviously for the style, not just for sucking cock, I was thinking to myself. At this point, the waitress said she’d be back round before long with some special treats prepared by the kitchen. As she walked away this time, she offered her name ‘my name is Lara and if you need anything just give me a shout, I’ll pop back for drinks orders in a bit’. I couldn’t help but pick you up on your lipstick comment. You’d had the cheek to play with me as she’d walked away last time and this time I returned the favour - ‘love your lipstick, which brand is that’ I mocked.
We continued to drink our drinks and take in the atmosphere as the place started to fill. The lighting lifted and at that point it became apparent there was an upstairs viewing area, circular in shape with tables positioned with a view to our level. There was also a small stage area and a small amount of podiums arranged around the room, presumably for the acts about to come on.
As the noise rose the lights dimmed again and a voice came over the speaker. ‘Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to a night of something different’! The voice went on and as we listened, Lara appeared at our table with a longboard style selection of light bites! ‘Can I get you some more drinks guys’? I opted for another beer and to my surprise and unnoticed by me, your carafe of wine was nearly empty, so you were quick to accept the offer of another.
Awaiting the start of the show, not sure what to expect there was a hum of anticipation. At that point a spotlight shone on the stage, the curtain moved sideways to reveal a semi naked man, suspended from the ceiling on a huge gymnastic ring. His body chiselled, and painted in gold, his impressive package on display for all to see, seemingly showing every detail, even seeing the outline of his cock, with a single vein running down his shaft. ‘Cock ring’ I said to you! ‘You reckon’ was your response. ‘Definitely’, impressive I had to admit but surely not without some aid to enhance a cock in such detail! As he started to sway gently, a lady appeared from the side of the stage, similarly semi naked, only wearing a pair of thigh high gold boots and a t-shaped diamanté piece of jewellery. One piece running down from the base of her spine and disappearing into the cheeks of her firm, although slightly larger bum. At the front two lines of diamanté’s ran either side of her pussy lips, that protruded nicely. It rested perfectly on her hips. One word was uttered by you - ‘pummelling!’ I had to agree entirely. Her nipples stood firm from her ample breasts and her body glistened in the light. Then to everyone’s surprise she simply sang, solo under the man who swayed perfectly to her faultless voice.
Further acts ranged from a magician, group dancers, pianists, gymnasts through to a drag artist that had the place howling. All of the acts different in their own way.
The evening took it’s unexpected turn towards the end of the show - as a couple walked past our table and disappeared behind a curtain right next to our booth. It was dimly lit so we couldn’t see who they were but I was intrigued as to where they’d gone. You immediately said to me ‘go and see where that goes’, so I crept from our booth and was well hidden from most of the audience.
As I pulled the curtain back - there was a doorway that led to a long corridor area. I ventured down into what seemed like another building as the noise from behind me all of a sudden silenced. Before long I could hear voices coming from ahead of me, soft music playing and not long after that could hear the echo of heels from behind me. You’d clearly had a few to drink as I turned and saw you creeping up on me, giggling like a c***d. As you got to me a door opened and we were welcomed into an intimate bar area.
We were in a foyer and there were a few couples, well dressed with a nice vibe, all being ushered towards the bar areas. It was very intimate, more so than where we’d just been. Then I noticed that all the staff were dressed in very little, classy, sexy and inviting on the eye for us both. At that point, you were tapped on the shoulder. ‘Nice tinder date’, the voice exclaimed. It was the lady from the bar at the hotel earlier. Clearly dressed differently, a black leather skirt clung to her hips, with her ample breasts similarly squeezed into a tight top but covered slightly with a small blazer jacket. She wore a small intricate eye mask that showed her piercing eyes and a pair of silver heels to match yours in height. Still trying to figure out who she was, it suddenly became apparent to you. As you went to answer her first question she continued, ‘I finished work early and decided that I should try a tinder date too’. ‘Meet my husband Marco’ as he appeared from behind us. As we turned it was obvious that we instantly thought the same thing - it was the guy that hung from the gymnastic ring in the show. He was dressed smartly although casually, actually similarly to me with a jacket and jeans. ‘Francis, I’m Francis’ the lady from the hotel bar said as she reached out to shake your hand then mine. ‘Would you like to join us for a drink?’ Francis asked. I looked at you and your eyes were still fixed on Marco, clearly with thoughts of how you’d seen him so exposed only a couple of hours ago on the ring!
Your glare eventually interrupted as Francis took hold of your arm and guided you to the bar. As you strode off, we both looked at each other and then to our right, where there were a couple sat together kissing intimately. Very seductively and as we glanced down we could see the man’s cock standing firm from his trousers, carefully being stroked by the lady. She wore a basque style outfit, black in colour with small eye mask and a small pair of leather gloves. Her action on his cock, slow but assertive.
‘What type of place is this’ I asked Marco, whilst watching his wife arm in arm with you, teetering to the bar in equally high heels? Marco turned to me and said simply ‘your wife is beautiful, you’ll enjoy your evening’! I agreed and also commented on his wife’s beauty too and also couldn’t help but say how much we’d enjoyed the show! We wondered to a booth area to wait for you both.
When you arrived back accompanied by a semi naked waiter, laden down with a tray full of cocktails you and Francis sat together and chatted until the point when Marco intervened and asked you about your shoes; ‘how do you walk in those shoes beautiful lady,’!? Clearly a charmer.
‘Similarly to your wife, classy ladies that ooze elegance’ was your response. I knew you had a confidence about you, I liked that. As you chatted, Francis signalled to me to hit the bar with her for some shots and as I stood your eyes glanced at me with a wink, ‘love you, you mouthed’ and you continued to talk.
On returning with some drinks it was clear that Francis was feeling left out so she squeezed between you both and put a hand on each of your laps. As we looked round where we were there was another large booth area in the far corner and on it were around 3 couples all seemingly intimate with each other in similar states of undress. They seemed to be teasing one and other and the action was slow but deliberate, almost heightening the atmosphere. As we watched on Francis placed her hand on your leg and rubbed your thigh, at one stage lifting your dress up to the very top of it. Sat directly opposite you, it was at this point I could see your pussy lips, forcibly pushing out from your crotchless panties. You noticed my glance and teasingly opened your legs a little more, as you pushed your pussy off the edge of the seat.
Before long I could see Francis clock your game and at that point was shocked to see her unzip Marco’s trousers. In anticipation you adjusted your position to gain a better look and your gaze clearly honed in on Marco’s crotch area, visibly keen to see what you’d seen only the outline of earlier. As his semi erect penis fell from his trousers and sat on his thigh, the head glistening. Despite the intimate darkness of the room, I saw your eyes light up. No cock ring, just an impressive cock, definitely thicker than mine, not as long and similarly pristine. I know how you loved my clean looking cock.
It was then that you opened your large clutch bag, and instantly sparked the attentions of us all as you reached in and pulled out a small tube of lube. I was shocked, heart pounding, transfixed on Francis’s hand slowly moving up your thigh but strangely aware of Marco’s thick cock sat there on display. You took Francis’s hand and proceeded to pour a small amount of lube at the same time giving yourself an amount to rub into your own hands. I was unsure where to look, what to do next - was this planned, why did you have lube, my head was rushing, what was I to do!? The same could not be said for you at this point though as your hand reached across and took Marco’s now stiffening cock in your palm. His wife, needed no further coaxing and before long her hand was entirely up your dress, her lubed fingers clearly massaging your wet lips.
The intimacy was heightened by the ambiance of the dimly lit booth, tucked away in the corner of the bar area. As you looked across at me you mouthed very slowly ‘wank, I want you to wank, take your cock out and wank for me’. Your grip now firmly around the base of Marco’s shaft with his wife’s fingers embedded in your pussy, rubbing at your clit. The sight of you wanking whilst being finger fucked by another lady had clearly had an effect on me as I took out my cock, the precum already evident and oozing from the slit of my stiff shaft. You took one hand, and signalled with a finger to come closer so you could reach me, your other hand still wanking and your pace not faltering, if anything getting quicker and your grip on Marco’s cock strong and confident. I looked at Francis to see if she approved of you wanking so quickly on her husbands cock. What I hadn’t noticed and quite unsure how I missed it was that she now had her one hand intent on rubbing you to orgasm and her other hand now fingering her own wet slit. As I looked, I could see that she’d lifted her skirt and pushed her tiny cerise pink thong to one side. Her freshly shaven cunt with a tiny triangular covering of pubes, perfectly neat on display also.
I took stock for a minute - I was there slowly starting to wank on my own cock whilst watching my wife get finger fucked by a lady we’d met at our hotel bar only a few hours ago, as you pulled her husbands cock like there was no tomorrow. And to top it off sat in between you, Francis also plunging her fingers deep inside her now dripping cunt, the juices of which were visible to see as they glistened on the insides of both her thighs. My cock was now receiving its own vigorous rubbing too, my eyes transfixed on what was before me but able to hold a sexually charged stare right into your eyes as you fixed yours back at me.
It was at this point Marco altered his position, very deliberately moving his throbbing cock towards your mouth, one foot firmly on the floor and the other leg in a kneeling position on the booth seating. You immediately turned into a kneeling position of your own, tilting your hips and ass into the air as Francis’s fingers fell from between your legs to allow her to hoist your dress up over your ass and rest on your hips. Your next move stopped us all in our tracks as you reached for your clutch bag and pulled a jewelled butt plug from within it, gold in colour with a silver diamanté detail on the plug end. What the fuck was happening was the thought in my head!? Obviously something you’d packed as a treat for the two of us!! Francis needed no further invitation as she took it from you and inserted it in her moist cunt, plunging it in and out a few times only to pull it out quickly and move it right towards your ass hole. She moved towards you and simultaneously pulled your crotchless knickers to one side whilst licking your tight hole for an additional lubing. Her long slender fingers tipped with painted nails now all that was holding your jewelled little toy as she pressed in gently but assertively into your now fully exposed ass hole. It was clear that your inebriated state had relaxed you as your tight hole enveloped the bulb of the plug without so much of a flinch; your focus clearly on the cock in front of you about to enter your open mouth! You summoned me closer taking my cock In your hand and started wanking it, slowly to start with but your pace quickening as you were attempting to keep breath as Marco’s cock moved in and out of your dripping mouth. Francis was now behind you, toying with your ass whilst dipping her fingers from her glistening pussy straight into yours, licking the juices from her fingers as your juices combined.
A hand then joined yours as I felt some wet fingers with some sharp nails caress my balls and move slowly up my shaft to intertwine with your fingers and continue to rhythmically rub my cock faster and faster.
I could see Marco start to clench his arse cheeks as his breathing and thrust grew quicker, Francis now with 3 of her own fingers frantically finger fucking her pussy. I saw an opportunity to fill your final hole. A cock in your mouth, butt plug firmly in your ass being toyed with by Francis and your pussy clearly left exposed with the occasional fingering from Francis. I moved to the rear of you and plunged my rock hard cock deep inside your pussy, your clit bulbous and left for Francis to rub firmly with one hand while continuing to finger fuck her self to what surely must be an imminent orgasm.
As I fucked you I could hear your breathing getting louder, your dress now d****d round your waist, with one breast being caressed by Marco and the other having it’s nipple squeezed firmly between your forefinger and thumb.
Before much longer I felt you back onto my cock, feeling the full force of your hips slam back against my stomach. You repeated this four or five times and on the final bulk your head came up clearly with a mouthful of cum like I’d never seen before! I wondered what you would do, where was your towel, what was going through your head, would you spit it out, how were you going to dump this lot? All those thoughts ran through my head! You immediately grabbed Francis by her head and dived straight in for a passionate kiss and within one action seductively let your mouth open and fill Francis’s mouth with her husbands cum!! You turned to me and said, I want your cum in my mouth, now!! At this point Francis started to convulse as she finger fucked her pussy with a fury I’d not seen before, her nipples stood firm and proud as she pulled at them both with her other hand.
Your hand now moving to the butt plug in your ass and pulling it out and slamming it back into your hole. The sight was too much and I found myself hurriedly exiting your dripping cunt and forcing my way to find your mouth. As Francis held your head with one hand she now had Marco latched onto her breast, sucking frantically at her stiff nipples.
No sooner I got to your mouth my cock exploded a jet a hot semen all over your face and into your open mouth. It kept coming and instead of gagging, as I thought you might, you forced my cock back your throat and took the full length in your mouth and sucked me dry. Lapping the cum from your cheeks with your finger. It was now that the volume increased, with you and Francis cumming together, sexual groans that portrayed your pleasure, her legs buckling from under her and you pulling your butt plug from your ass as you collapsed on the booth seating!! Francis intent on licking the remaining cum from your face. The noise of two simultaneous orgasms turned to a calm silence and only then did the focus return to a slow hum of music around us all. Clearly having not been focused on our surroundings. As we looked across the room there was another couple now engaged in some anal pleasure. Her writhing on his cock but both facing our direction. They’d obviously been intent on watching us all and engaged in their own session.
As we collected our thoughts adjusted our attire we looked at each other and kissed passionately, wrapping our tongues around each other’s, almost like teenagers with their first kiss!! Marco and Francis sat next to us, spent from their efforts. Francis turned to you and commented on the fact that she loved your sexual exuberance and passed a quick quip about it being her best tinder date ever, she just never thought it would be a tinder double date!
We drank our drinks and chatted freely about everything and anything before saying our good byes and heading back to our hotel.
As we entered reception there was all of a sudden and air of intensity that hit us both and as we entered the lift, we couldn’t wait to kiss and caress each other intimately, the lift not opening quickly enough for us to fumble to the room and get inside. On entering the room I was literally naked within seconds, you similarly with just your heels left on for good measure and because it would have taken too long to take them off!
You turned to me, pulling your tube of lube from your clutch bag and said to me, ‘the only place I haven’t felt a cock tonight is in my ass, I want you to fuck it, pummel me and fill it with cum’! I needed no second invitation and before long I was balls deep filling your ass hole with my solid, reddened cock. You fingered your pussy and pulled at your nipples, thrusting your ass back into my cock. My length disappearing with every stoke right into your ass. As you came to your second orgasm of the evening, you gushed all over the floor telling me to fill your ass with my hot jizz. You’d barely finished your sentence and I felt my cock pulsate and spasm, literally firing a warm jet of semen into your ass. We collapsed on the bed, arm in arm and just lay there, speechless for a good 10 minutes, looking out of the window and clearly reflective of our nights entertainment.
I love you ‘I said’ as you looked at me and said ‘I love you too, thanks for tonight!’
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