It was my 30th Birthday back in February just before this Covid thing took off. As it was a big birthday my Fiancée planned a special long weekend in Austria for us. I’ll call her K. for discretion. K. and I have been together for 18 months we work hard and like to treat ourselves to our mini breaks. It is a chance to unwind and get to know each other better. K. is fairly tall for a lady at 5’8”, very slim , legs that go on forever and slightly enhanced boobs that she is not afraid to flash. As a teenager she did a bit of glamour modelling. She is very tactile and can be very flirty, especially when she has a drink. My story starts on the Friday in our hotel. We already had a bottle of bubbly in our room and so was quite relaxed for dinner. Kat chose to wear a black tuxedo style jacket coupled with the tightest pleather jeans. - 5” fuck me heels and extra long earrings completed the look. This made her look very striking and much taller than my 5’9”. K. did not wear a chemise or even a bra under her jacket. The effect was sensational. She had forgotten was her boob tape so this made her expose a lot more breast than she might do ordinarily. What I love about K.is she knows exactly what buttons to push for me. She indulges my penchant for shiny stuff -leather/metallics/ wet look/ silk etc. In a proud sort of way I like her to flirt and tease other guys when we are out. We had a nice meal and more wine before going to the bar for a night cap ( or two). The bar was not that busy, mainly older couples with wives that looked with mistrust at K. More fun was a group of 3 middle aged men , who it turned out were celebrating a big business order. They started chatting to us at the bar or rather they were talking to K.’s boobs ! They kept buying us drinks and we were soon rather pissed . As I said she is very tactile, a touch of the arm, a hand on the leg sends out a flirtatious message. She was in her element. One of the guys called Peter was particularly taken with her and I noticed him rest a hand on her bum. This silver fox was a big man, in good shape and had loads of confidence, I could tell K. was attracted to him. All three guys had a lovely view of her boobs. At times one could see her nipple as she moved. She seemed to revel in their lust. ( I mentioned this to K. later, she merely said they shouldn’t be looking.) Before leaving K. asked if they would take a photo of us , followed by a couple group photos, As we reached our room we snogged in the corridor and I unbuttoned he jacket to suck on her boobs. The thought of getting caught was awesome. Stumbling into our room I soon had her naked and we had fantastic sex with me fuelling a fantasy of the guys taking her off somewhere. She really got off on this. It was only the next morning when scrolling through my phone did I see that in one of the photos Peter was standing behind K, with his hand on her breast. This made me very horny leading to a lusty morning bonk. Completely missing breakfast we went to the lounge for brunch. I remember K. was casually dressed in an off the shoulder top, short leather skirt and thighboots. It was my birthday and with no bra she was dressed to please. Sitting at the window we saw one of my favourite cars pull up, a classic 911 Turbo, driven by Peter no less. It turned out he was a member of the hotel spa. A hewhile later came in for a coffee after working out. K. waived him over to join us and mentioned that it was my birthday. Peter insisted he buy us a bottle of champagne. This lunch time drink went straight to K’s head and she boldly asked Peter if he would take me for a spin in his 911. No problem he said and soon we sped out of the carpark towards the open road. He was a good driver though I was shitting my self. 20 minutes later back at the hotel K. had finished the bubbly and had ordered a large glass of red. She was now a bit tipsy and even bolder. She asked if she could have a spin ? He didn’t need to be asked twice. Quickly they were out of the door. It was cold outside and even from a distance it was easy to tell K was braless. He must have thought it was his birthday not mine I know many guys fantasize about their woman shagging other men, me included,! I felt a pang of anxiety and excitement at the same time. K. looked intensely sexy getting into that car. 30 agonising minutes later my phone rang , it was K. -the car had overheated and they were waiting for it to cool down. It was only after she rang off did I think, hang on a tick 911’s are air cooled ! Nethertheless close to an hour later they returned K. beaming. I was sure her nipples were protruding even more. Whilst Peter ordered more coffee she whispered excitedly in my ear “ He made a pass at me “. - You needn’t be Einstein to figure that one out ! Feeling a tad awkward with a bit of a lob on I said we should go get changed if we are using the spa that afternoon. Naively I thought that would be the end of her little flirtation. Back at the room again she was on heat. Whilst giving me loving hand job she told that he pulled over into a field gate saying the car was over heating, hence the phone call. Bullshit I know. She said he already had his hand on her thigh as they drove. But once stopped he leant over to try and kiss her. At first she pulled away but he persisted ,. Her resolve perhaps diminished by the champagne and wine, she thought one little kiss to thank him wouldn’t hurt. But he was a good kisser and it turned into a snog. She said his hands were every where and he touched her boobs. I knew only too well how lovely her boobs feel when braless . It was only when he started kissing her neck and pulled her nipple that she told him to stop. I found this so so arousing that I came over her hand without any penetration. I’m no super stud and coming three times in less than 12 hours was a record . Later that afternoon we went down to the spa . K. said she had a treat for me which turned out to be the smallest of bikinis . It barely covered her breasts. I loved the way her boobs spilled out the side and bottom. The couple of families in the pool soon left, the wives almost tut tutting. I know it is dangerous to use a pool when under the influence but hey we both felt so randy. I suggested we have a sauna where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Before too long we heard the shower going and composed our selves. The figure appearing at the door was Peter no less. Was this a set up I thought? Apologising he removed his towel . Now I’m not one for looking at other mens willies but he was hung like a donkey. K, couldn’t keep her eyes off it. He went on to explain that the custom in Austria is to sauna naked. The cheeky bastard went on to say K. had a great figure that she shouldn’t be afraid to show it. Shortly after she left to have a cold shower. When she returned with just a towel wrapped around her. This she removed saying when in Rome ! She was nude.. I was gobsmacked Seeing your woman laying naked in close proximity to another man was intensely erotic I had difficulty hiding my stiify. It reminded me of the painful ecstasy I had as a teenager when I caught my first proper girlfriend shagging the local hard nut at a party. I walked into a bedroom and caught them in full flagrante , her legs wrapped around his shoulders, he didn’t stop pumping and merely told me to F off. Meanwhile I noticed that Peter had a semi lob on as he reached over K. to pour water over the coals. I wasn’t sure if was if it was the shock of the steam that made her gasp or the sight of his huge cock. Either way I needed to cool down so said I was going for a swim, expecting K. to follow, but she stayed put. I was in danger of being cuckolded ! I was saved when another couple went into the sauna. When I went back K. was sitting on the same bench as Peter. She did look a little flustered. I was told later that he again kissed her and of course this time there was no clothing preventing him having a good feel. That evening we planned to go clubbing I booked a cab for 10. K. spent ages getting ready before coming out of the bathroom looking stunning in a short gold metallic halter neck backless dress. Again sans bra clearly shown by the clinging gossamer thin material. We raided the mini bar to preload before leaving. Fortunately K. had brought her faux fur coat because her dress was so flimsy. We went to several bars where K. garnered lots of attention. Not least because of her side cleavage and nipple show. Now quite pissed we found the night club ( Peter had recommended this and I was half expecting him to turn up again). K. loves dancing . I was happy to just watch her sensual moves from the bar. It was like flies around a honey pot and she turned on the teasing. Her ass was groped countless times. One lad mauled her boobs and I intervened when he tried to entice her into the gents toilet. The atmosphere then got a bit tense so we left. In the taxi back K. was very frisky and put my hand up her dress where I discovered at some stage she had taken off her thong. She was really wet as I frigged her to orgasm. I’m sure the cabbie could see in his mirror. We had a memorable night of hot sex. The third surprise was when she produced a tube of KY and for the first time we had botty sex . I even told her to imagine we were having a threesome with her riding Peter as I claimed her tight hole. Think of how his huge cock would stretch you etc She really got off on this dirty talk. The weekend over we arrived home the next day. In the weeks and months following Peter often featured in our sex play. I never really thought of her as a size Queen but she was clearly keen. We had planned to go back next weekend for the beer festival as it is Kat’s 28th birthday. What I did find out though she had been texting Peter. In the last he said he was going to give her the time of her life. From this I could only deduce she wanted to realise her dream of shagging him. Fortunately or un fortunately our Fuckfest has been cancelled due to Covid. Kev from TWells