The day had arrived. For so long I had wanted to make J’s fantasy come true. I wanted it to be a night to remember, but most of all, I wanted it to be a night that sparked off her sexuality. I awoke with a hardness in my shorts that I knew was going to be an embarrassment all day. I thought to myself “I can’t allow my thoughts to stray to tonight, I have to get through a day’s work… a busy day’s work”. I got up and went to the gym, I thought that if I’m going to be on display to J and her husband, I want to look as good as I can. I want him to see who he has been sharing his wife with for the last year. I wanted to remind him that he has to look after her, because she is an attractive and intelligent woman, and any man would give anything to be in the wonderful position I am.

The tension was building up between my legs all day. I decided to increase the tension with some playful text messages reminding J what was going to happen tonight. Reminding her of how two parts of her life were going to collide. Reminding her of how for that night she will have two men at her fingertips… at the very least.

Thankfully I was staying in a very nice room, in a very nice hotel. The setting could not have been better for this experience. It was as if the sex gods were looking out for us, I only hope that they continue to smile upon us for the rest of the night and that the night would be everything that we hoped it would be. To take my mind off what was going happen in only a matter of hours I went for another workout. It was only a light workout as I didn’t want to burn myself out and leave my energy levels low for what looks like a long night.

Back in my room, I started to prepare myself for the night. First stop the shower where my hands lingered just a little longer than they would normally. I looked down to see that hardness returning as I prepared to groom myself. I love the feel of a smooth body and I love to give the same to others leaving only a well groomed and trimmed area around what was becoming an increasingly solid piece of flesh, a piece of me which was clearly aware of what was instore in only a matter of hours. The next stage was to return my room to the pristine state I found it. To prepare the scene. Glasses on the side table, champagne in the fridge, J loves champagne and has an amazing trick involving it, her mouth and me. Water and wine on the side table, next to the contents of a box of condoms and some chocolate. I survey the room, and think to myself that I don’t think there is anything I have missed. Then it dawned on me that J did mention that she wouldn’t mind some lasting memories of the night. Oh, were is my camera? I rifle through my bag and find it, only to find that the batteries are flat. Luckily there is a dairy around the corner and soon the camera is restored to working order.

All I can do is wait. Wait for the text to say they are here. Wait for the signal that the night is about to begin. Wait for the butterflies to die down. Wait for these two different worlds to collide.

Then a text came through…. “just parked, walking up now”…. This is it, one last nervous visit to the toilet. I can’t understand why I’m so nervous, I’ve been with J many times over the last year, we know so much about each other, we know every inch of each other’s bodies, yet I feel like a teenager about to lose his virginity. This all seems so strange.

It’s time, it’s time to put what we have to the test. It’s time to make this wonderfully sexy woman have a night to remember.

I go down to the bar. I get there first, and take a seat away from the bar, in a seat which affords me views across all entrances. I want to see the nervous look of anticipation on both of their faces as they walk in. I’m not disappointed as soon they arrive, looking around trying to see where I am. This is the first time I have met P, I’ve seen pictures, but it’s a little strange actually meeting the man who has been sharing his wife’s most intimate moments with me over the last year. What will he think of me, will he see that what I have with his wife will never threaten what they have as a couple? Or will he suddenly think that I could bring his whole life crashing down? I make eye contact, they walk towards me. I give J a kiss on the cheek, much like any friend would, then I shake P’s hand, this all seems just so normal…. But is it normal that I am about to fuck his wife in front of his very eyes?

We settle in to the bar, two beers and a gin are delivered to our table. I look at J, she still looks nervous. I look at P, and he seems quite at ease with the situation. As we talk, I listen to P and J, and how they are talking, what they are talking about, and it seems like we’ve known each other for years, we just seem so comfortable around each other….. this is no surprise as we have been involved in each others lives for so long, that we almost do know each other.

I look over at J’s glass, there is only ice and a slice of lime left in the bottom. I finish my drink and wait to make eye contact. I offer P another drink, this is the signal that it’s time to leave the bar. Time to leave P. Time to head to my room. Time to head towards uncertainty. I leave a room key with P, the room number is on the card, he will follow once he has finished his drink, will he be excited by what he sees when he walks into the room. We get into the lift, it as if a weight has been lifted off our shoulders as we hug in the lift. I make sure that J is ok with this. She laughs. I sense that she is more than ready for what is about to happen.

We get to the room, the hanger on the door says “do not disturb” this is not entirely true, we will be disturbed, we must be disturbed to be doing this, and we will soon welcome another man into the room….. J’s husband. J surveys the room, she casts an eye on the bed as I lead her into the room. A super king bed, more than enough for 3, the kind of bed which surely must be made for experiences like this. The bed is covered in plush cushions, a bed which is truly fitting of a 5 star hotel, a bed which is truly fitting of what is going to be a 5 star sexual experience.

Once the door is closed, our lips meet, and the night begins. P and J had decided that when P does come into the room, that the first thing he will see is J devouring my hardness. She spies the chair in the corner of the room. No sooner does she point there than her hands are at my belt, I feel a slight tug as the buckle is loosened. My jeans fall to the floor, then my top is pulled over my head. I’m now standing there in just my boxers while she is fully clothed. J pushes me over to the chair, but it’s not fair that I’m now almost undressed, yet she is still fully clothed. J always wears the most fabulous underwear, and I know she went shopping over the weekend for another addition to the collection…. I was lucky enough to get a pxt seeking my approval of the purchase. The whole time I could see a glimpse of J’s bra, and I wanted to see it all, she knows how much I love lingerie, and being this close, but not being able to touch and feel was almost too much. I started unbuttoning her blouse. J’s hand quickly came onto to mine and stopped me from releasing her fantastic breasts from her clothes. She told me that she can only take a little off as P wants to see her in her new outfit. I don’t complain one bit. By this time, I am rock hard and aching for attention, but I’m also conscious that I want P to walk in and see his wife between my legs. Not knowing how long he will be, I decide I have to pace myself and not allow J to get carried away. I bring her face to mine and we start a long, deep, and passionate kiss. A kiss that lets me know that the nerves she had been experiencing all day had gone, but the state of arousal had heightened.

I heard the room key being slipped into the lock. This was it. P was about to see me with his wife. They had been talking about this moment for almost as long as I had been seeing J. I wanted this night to be exactly what they had been wanted. I had the room that would do justice to the moment. We were relaxed. And I knew that at least two of us just wanted to pleasure each other for as long as we could. What could possibly go wrong?

From the way the night started, I could almost guarantee there was nothing which was going to stop this from being a night to remember… for all the right reasons.

P walked in. I did not make eye contact. I was almost afraid to see the look on his face as he saw his wife with me between her lips. I saw out of the corner of my eye that we was taking his clothes off. I took this as a sign that he certainly did like what he saw, and that he was more than ready to join in. He positioned himself on the bed behind J, his hands exploring her every curve which only served to make her more excited and her lips become more attentive to me. P unhooked J’s bra, her breasts fell from within the cups, she has the most fantastic breasts, soft and full and very receptive to attention. I could hear the wetness from between J’s legs as P was attending to her, while she was to me. It was at this point that I could hear a muffled moan from J, muffled because she had her mouth full of me and was not going to let me go in a hurry. I was now P’s turn. J turned to look at him. I cast a glance across to him. As much as don’t ever want to admit it, we do look. I looked across at P sting naked on the bed. It must be a male ego thing. We want to know that we are not somehow inferior to another man. We know that it’s not what we have but how we use it. But we still like to know that at least we have enough to do the job. I looked in between P’s legs. His manhood was not like mine. He was not cut. That was the first thing I noticed. It had been a long time since I had seen one like that. From that moment I didn’t really care what he looked like as we were so different that you couldn’t even compare.

I was now completely confident in the company of this man, completely confident in the company of this couple. It was now P’s turn to have to those lips pleasure him, and my turn to add to the pleasure. In front of me was a gorgeous bottom encased in the most gorgeous sheer underwear. They looked to good to remove, so I didn’t. I slipped my fingers under the fabric, and they were drawn towards the moisture. Knowing what J enjoys, I slid a finger inside her, immediately her pace increased, I knew P was benefiting quite nicely from this attention.

J then motioned us both to the super king bed, we all soon got lost amongst the cushions, which we thrown one by one around the room as we fought for possession on this incredibly sexy playground. At this moment I felt a hand move down my body, as we engaged in another passionate kiss. I also heard P’s hands where mine had been only moments before. Soon the only protection between J and us was gone and P’s tongue was exploring his wife. J is extremely sensitive, and the lightest touch in the right place gets a reaction, and soon the kisses became more passionate as the energy built up inside her. Then there was the moment of release, P knew this part of J very well and it did not take him long to get the desired result. The wonderful thing about tonight was that for the entire night, J would have the attention of two men who wanted nothing more than to attend to her every want. I thought to myself that this would have been the first time she had two sets of lips working their magic on her, and I was not about to let it stop. I moved down to an area I had gotten to know very well, and gotten to like very much. I slipped my finger between J’s protruding lips and found a spot that I know drives her wild wile my lips attended to the outside. There were almost instant moans, then the noise escalated. P tried to quieten J, which was not what I wanted. I wanted to hear the enjoyment that I was bringing. J told P that I was “so damn good” that she could be quiet. I responded that we are in a hotel, and we won’t be seeing our neighbours again….So why be quiet?

Eventually I sensed that I was being a little greedy, so I let P have his turn. J got on her knees and P entered her from behind. There was a yelp emitted from J’s mouth as her husband took her from behind. To muffle the sounds once again, she filled her mouth with me again. This was feeling all to good, and I had other plans which did not include finishing before I had begun, so I moved J’s face to mine. I decided that it was my turn, so I reached over to the pile of condoms on the side table which looked like a pile of sweets waiting to be eaten. J kneeled on the bed as I slipped myself in between her now very wet lips. P was lying behind her on the bed watching the whole time as I entered his wife. At that moment J leaned back, and lay on top of her husband with me inside her thrusting away only millimetres away. I was not even remotely worried by the position I had found myself in as the night just seemed so natural. Soon we moved to give P a better and more comfortable view of what was happening. Soon the movements became faster and more intense. I was moving harder and harder, thrusting deeper and deeper, my hips almost out of control as I looked across and saw J doing the same to P with her hand. It was my time, and I felt waves coming out with each thrust. It was now P’s turn to finish himself off in his wife as he reached across and slid a condom on.

We joked, in true Kiwi male style that it must be half time and time for a drink. I was well prepared for this and poured J a glass of Verve. There we were, lying on the bed reflecting on what had transpired and chatting about everyday matter, despite the fact that we were all as naked as the day we came into the world…. And just as satisfied.

The night had a definite end time, the sitter couldn’t be kept waiting too long. So as I poured another drink, I looked at the clock, it showed 9:30, there was only half an hour left for the night. I looked across at P, his manhood lying limp between his legs much as mine was. I knew that with the right touch from the right woman, this would be fixed in no time. I drew J’s face to mine, and her hand to me, it had an immediate effect. She passed a glance to me that I had seen many times before. I moved her other hand toward P so he could play his part in the last minutes of the night. Before long I knew it was time. J got up on her knees and I entered her from behind. This is a position I know she loves, and makes her explode like no other. She leant over and took her husband in her mouth. When we’ve been together in the past my number one focus is always her enjoyment and satisfaction. I knew from the look on her face throughout the night that she had been getting that in spades. Tonight I decided that I was not going to hold back, tonight was for all three of us, and we should all get the maximum enjoyment from the night. I could feel J tighten around me, I could here the muffled sounds emanating from her throat. I could tell she was enjoying the attention, and I could here the moans from P that told me he was too. J started to move faster and faster down P as I moved faster and faster inside her. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I’m not normally a vocal person, but tonight I had allowed myself to express what was happening. As I let out a moan, I could here the same from P, and I could sense the same from the tightness of J around me and the speed her head was moving at. I could see P buck as I pumped the last of me into the sheath between me and J’s wetness.

This signalled the end of what had been a truly amazing night. I had been in this situation before, kind of the “old hand”. But never before had I actually wanted the night to be the best it could be. Tonight was not about me, tonight was giving something back to a couple who had given so much to me over the last year. Tonight was about bringing a fantasy to reality and making sure that the reality matched up.

As we found our clothes which had been scattered around the room, we joked and laughed and I could tell that this night, which could have ruined a friendship, or made it stronger had been a raging success. As P and J left with a kiss and a handshake, I was quietly pleased with myself that I had, with two wonderful people, had a truly satisfying experience.