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As I sat and watched the sun come up, tinging the dark blue expanse of San Diego bay with the reds and yellows of the new dawn, I thought about what had happened throughout the night. They had seduced me, the two of them together, seduced me as I had probably seduced some of the women in my life. I had done some things last night that I never had thought I would do... and I had enjoyed it!
I had been in threesomes with other couples before and I certainly was no prude, but last night had been the most interesting threesome I had ever taken part in. As much for how it had happened as much for what had happened.
Every other time I had been invited in by the husband during online discussions on several bulletin boards in my local area. I had found out that the only thing harder than finding swinging partners as a single male was to be a married male swinging without his wife. Seldom does anyone give you a chance to explain why you're swinging alone! BBS's and chat pages were perfect for this. But never had I been seduced into a threesome by someone I didn't know or had never talked to! Last night had definately been one of firsts!
I had come to San Diego on travel for the government, a five day trip designed to get together with various people I talked to on a day to day basis. The trip had gone exceptionally well and after the day was done I headed back to my hotel for a shower and dinner. I've been to San Diego more than once and knew of lots of places to go, but last night I decided to just go to the hotels lounge for a beer and snacks. I was supposed to have met my brothers daughter and her husband for dinner but she had called and postponed our first meeting in over 20 years. I didn't even know what she looked like! So I headed for the bar instead. It turned out to be the best decision I'd made in a long time!
The lounge was quiet, just the bartender shining glasses and a young-to-middle aged couple looking into each others eyes, talking quiet but occassionaly looking around the room. I looked at them as I walked in but didn't really look that hard as I slid up onto the stool in the corner of the dark oak bar.
"Hello Charlie... how's life treating you?" I asked as he slid my usual scotch and water to my spot. A good bartender remembers you no matter how long it's been.
"Great Mr. Lewis. Long time no see! But it's always good to see you." Charlie went about his business while I drank the ice cold scotch and watched the news.
Movement in the mirror behind the bar caught my attention, and I watched as the man in the booth slid out to let his dark haired companion out, and I saw her stand and smooth her skirt. A denim one, not too short but definately way above the knee.
Medium height, maybe 5'3" or so. Legs neither long nor short but very shapely and well formed. White shirt tucked into the waist of the skirt, ruffles around the neckline. As I turned to watch her walk by I noticed the neckline plunged... plunged almost to where it joined the skirt! As she walked I saw a jiggle beneath the fabric... fabric that was almost but not quite transparent. On either side of the plunging neckline was a hint of her breasts capped by rock hard nipples. It wasn't that cool in the bar... but obviously cool enough! I had to turn the other way on my stool to watch her walk away towards the restrooms... watched her shapely ass jiggle beneath the smooth denim skirt.
A deep voice from the other side of me drew my attention back to my surroundings.
"She has that affect on lots of people." the man from the booth said from my right side.
"I'm sorry, that really was rude of me." I apologized. "But she is very pretty."
"No need to apologize. We both like her to be looked at!" he said. "And thank you. I'll tell her you find her pretty. She'll like to hear that."
I didn't know what to say before he walked away with their fresh drinks and I turned back to the news. Charlie, being the good bartender he was, put a fresh drink in front of me, and I could feel the strain of the day drain away. My attention to the local sports was distracted as another arm hooked itself into mine and a smooth feminine voice spoke into my ear.
"My husband says you think I'm pretty." she discreetly said. "Thank you!"
I turned my head to see the extensive cleavage of the lady in the white blouse almost touching my arm. Our positions, with me sitting and her standing, placed the great expanse of skin between the wide lace trimming the edges of the open neck blouse directly at my eye level and I could see the dark shadows of both nipples beneath the almost sheer material. I raised my eyes to meet hers... and looked into the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen.
"You're welcome!" I said as I reached out to take the offered hand. It was warm and soft and soft. "My names David."
"Mine's Paula. Do you often tell women's husbands that you think their wives are pretty?"
"Only when they catch me looking... and only if they really are pretty!" I answered. She didn't seem to want to let go of my hand, and that was fine with me.
"I see you're married. Where's the wife?" she asked.
"In Seattle. I'm here on business this week."
"Would you care to join Gene and I at our table?" she asked me turning her head to indicate the new booth they had moved their drinks too. They had picked one in the darkest corner of the lounge.
"Yes I would." I answered. "May I buy you a drink to take back?"
"Please. Bourbon and water for Gene and a Margarita for me if you don't mind." She still hadn't let go of my arm but had let my hand go. As if on cue Charlie put three drinks on front of us and walked away. Paula picked up their drinks and turned to walk away. I followed, watching her bottom sway beneath the tight denim of her skirt.
Once at the table Gene moved further inside the booth to allow Paula to slide in next to him and put his hand out towards me.
"My name's Gene... and I see you've been introduced to Paula."
"Mine's David. And she really is very pretty!" I answered as I firmly gripped the offered hand, squeezing his as he squeezed mine in the usual male ritual of "place setting"... establishing our masculinity with the other. I slid in across from the couple.
"I'm glad you think so. I do!" he answered. "Well David, where are you from and what are you doing in San Diego?" he asked.
I launched into a short explanation of my situation and before I knew it they had coaxed my life story out of me. They were very smooth and worked together to put me at ease, Paula continually fiddling with the lapels of her blouse, alternatingly opening and then closing them as if she were fanning herself from an intense heat. Each time her blouse opened I saw a greater expanse of flesh... and often a hint of breast... and sometimes even a shy peek at a hardened nipple. She was hypnotizing me with her hands movements... and her smile... and even her voice.
No I'm not a lovesick teenager fawning over the first woman who makes it known she's available. But I was becoming more and more intrigued with her as the three of us sat and talked. I found they were both professional in the Diego area... he in computer graphics and her as a webmaster for a large aerospace company. They had been married for 15 years and had never had any kids although they both seemed delighted to see pictures of mine... and then Gene asked me for the truth about my relationship with my wife.
"We've found that if a husband or wife is willing to cheat on their spouse while they're traveling alone then there's a fundamental problem in their marriage. So what's yours?" Gene asked.
"Sexless marriage. Twice a year is enough for her and not near enough for me. And a problem with sexual compatability." I answered, impressed with their openness.
"Sexual compatability?" Paula piped up... opening her blouse wide open and offering me a view of both breasts at the same time... and both rock hard nipples exposed to the cool air. "What kind of compatability problems?"
"I don't want to be crude but there aren't many ways to explain it without being descriptive."
"That's okay... we don't mind hearing it if you don't mind say it." Gene countered.
"Well, lets just say that I enjoy performing oral sex on a lady and being treated to the same and she doesn't like either one. I enjoy caressing and sucking on a woman's breasts and she hates having hers touched... And I enjoy threesomes and she thinks that's perverted. Enough said?" I asked.
"She doesn't like to have her pussy licked and her clit sucked? Or someone's hands caressing her nipples... or even better, several someones caressing them?" Paula softly exclaimed! "She certainly doesn't know what she's missing!"
I was a little surprised at her expressiveness... but at the same time enjoyed the flash of her real self escaping from the properness she exuded. My interest began peaking off the chart.
"I think you get an idea of where Paula's interests lie. And believe me, there is no problem with compatability in our marriage. We both enjoy a lot of the same things!" Gene added while looking down his wife's shirt at the same view I was enjoying. "Not having any kids has given us a lot of freedom to enjoy ourselves and our professions have given us the money to indulge our fantasies."
"Does picking up stray travelers in downtown bars fit into any of your fantasies.'
"Actually we decided to meet here for a drink after work, and Paula noticed you sitting there watching the news and liked the idea of a quiet kinda guy that keeps up on current events. We decided to see if you would be interested." Gene looked at me over his drink. "Are you?"
"Depends on what you have in mind. There's a few things I don't go for."
"Let me guess. You're straight and don't even want another guy to come close... right?" he asked.
"Partially right. I am straight, but not phobic about it. Sometimes you just can't help but come across each other when you're trying to please the lady that's in between you. What I meant was I don't like pain or humiliation. Life is humiliating and painful enough without introducing it into your sex life too."
"I agree. Sex should be fun, not painful or dirty." Paula added. As she had been listening she had slipped a hand inside her blouse and had been caressing her left breast, lightly pulling its nipple between two fingers until it stood straight out from its base. Luckily the booth we were in was hidden in the darkness of the rapidly filling lounge. Gene's arm had slipped around Paula's neck and his hand had pulled her blouse apart. I now had an unobstructed view of her bare right breast and her hand caressing the nipple on her left. Her breasts weren't large, maybe b-cups, but they were perfectly formed and standing straight out from her body. I could feel myself harden in my jeans while watching this lovely woman caress herself.
Gene kept talking while the two of them put on an incredible show for me across the table.
I found out he was my age, 42, while Paula was a little younger at 36. He was a graduate of the University of Washington and knew Seattle very well, while she had never gone to college but had taught herself HTML language on her own when it was still young and unexplored territory. That had landed her the job she was in at a salary in the high 80's range.
I felt a foot work its way up my leg towards my lap and opened my legs to allow it access. It felt like a small one so I assumed it was hers... although I wasn't completely sure. Slowly it worked its way to my crotch where my hardness strained against my pants until I felt her(?) toes press themselves against me. I looked down to see a silken covered foot rubbing my crotch. Looking across the table I continued to watch her pull her nipple away from its breast. Her other hand was beneath the table and I was pretty sure Gene was getting a treatment too.
"Are you staying in this hotel?" she asked "And are you interested in playing with us?"
"Both answers are yes." I answered. "Would you like to come up to my room?"
"That would be more convenient I think. We live about a half hour away... and I'm not sure I want to wait that long!" She pressed her foot hard against my hardness. "If that's okay with you that is. If you need it Charlie can vouch for us. He's known us a long time and knows we're not out to rob you or anything. He even has our address and phone number, although he's promised not to give it out unless we say it's okay."
"Good. That's exactly what I was thinking. Okay... would you like to go now?" I asked.
She pulled her hand out of her blouse and her foot out from between my legs, gathered her purse from the table, and slid out of the booth. She smoothed her skirt down over those lovely legs and reached out for both Gene and I. Apparently part of the game was to be seen being escorted out of the lounge by two men at the same time. I threw a five on the table as a tip to Charlie and stood up. Paula linked her arms through ours and we headed for the elevators.
I could feel her breast against my arm as we waited for the car to make it down to our floor and could practically smell the aroma of sexual arousal eminating from the lady between us. A ring of the bell and the door slid open to the empty elevator, allowing us to enter together. I pressed the button for the top of six floors and the doors slid closed.
Immediately Paula turned and kissed Gene deeply, then turned and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue easily slid against mine and the fragrance of her light perfume assailed my senses. We broke apart just as another bell signaled our arrival at my floor.
My card slid in and out easily and the door lock clicked. I pushed it open and my two guests stepped through. Luckily I'm a neat person and my room was immaculate, the huge queen size bed squarely in the center of the room.
"Excuse me guys. I need to freshen up. Make yourselves comfortable and I promise I'll be out in a second." She shut the bathroom door behind her.
Gene took a seat next to the window and spoke for the first time since leaving the lounge.
"There's just a couple things I'd like to explain first David if you don't mind. First, we don't do this very often and then only with people we like. We're pretty picky and it's not easy to be picked, so you should be flattered. I'm not trying to come across as stuck up I just wanted you to know that this kind of thing is special to us and we want it to be special to you too." He kept his eyes on me as he sipped his drink.
"Second is that we're both bi, but nothing will happen between you and I that you don't want to happen. Next is that we're both clean, so if there's anything you need to tell us you need to tell us now. Anything you want me to know David?"
"No Gene there's not. I'm as selective as you are and very careful. One thing though. I've been fixed so I'm surgically safe if that makes a difference."
"Thank you for telling me. I'll let Paula know. We're both safe too. That makes swinging easier for both of us. One more thing. There's not much Paula doesn't like so don't worry about trying anything you want. You may even be surprised. But the goal for all of this is to give her pleasure while having some ourselves. Her being happy is the most important thing of all. Agree?"
"I agree completely." I stretched my hand out and he shook it firmly but friendly. "I assume she went in the bathroom so we could have this friendly little chat?" I asked.
"You catch on quick! I like that... no games, no pretensions. I think you'll have a good time tonight. I just hope you're up to it!" He laughed.
She must have been waiting for a signal, maybe his laugh or a key word spoken, but at that moment the bathroom door opened and she stepped into the room.
"I'm glad to see you two have become friends! I think we're all about to become closer friends, don't you?" she said as she stepped between us. She stood up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. I could feel her nipples against my chest, hard and engorged points pushing against me. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue searching for mine. I played mine over hers. I could see Gene stepping behind her and watched as he pulled her blouse free from her skirt and opening it wide, then off her well tanned shoulders. I moved my hands to her breasts, feeling them for the first time in my palms... perfectly formed and perfectly sized. I could feel the heat of her body rising to meet my nostrils, that heat seeming to accentuate her perfume.
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