I recently experienced my first threesome. It’s something I’d often fancied, but never had the opportunity to take part in. I am in my early forties and have been in a steady relationship for three years. Prior to this I occasionally used to get together with a married woman, Yana. She is a few years younger than me, blond, very tall, very attractive, with the most fantastic 38E breasts I have ever seen. She is a confident women who knows what she likes, and knows how to get it. Since I have been otherwise occupied, we have kept in touch, mostly by text and email, swapping sexual fantasies, very explicit pictures, and I’ve often come close to straying from the straight and narrow. In fact Yana is a bit of a serial adulteress, with a healthy sexual appetite, and the looks to bring any of her fantasies to life, but I am a faithful kind of bloke. Can’t help it. She knows that I love to hear about her sexual exploits, and secretly I know she loves to brag about her recent conquests (both male and female). I knew that she still wanted me, too. In fact, although we often bump into each other in the small town where we live, I have carefully avoided being alone with her. She is completely irresistible when she wants to be, especially if she were to catch me with a few drinks inside me! Anyway, after three years of teasing and flirting with each other electronically. I decided enough was enough. I had to have her again. But this time it would be special for both of us, breaking new ground. Neither of us had ever been involved in a threesome, but both would love it I was sure, so this would be my condition of us meeting again for sex. We agreed that we would meet at a local (but not too local) hotel frequented by people away from home on business, and pretend to be strangers. She would do what she does best – subtly flirting, and flashing some of that stunning cleavage, until she had a bite. I would pretend to be just another interested bloke, and we would take things from there. As things turned out it was far easier than we ever expected. We both got to the hotel far too early. There were a few geezers eating bar meals, but we’d already eaten. I was slightly surprised to see Yana in her business suit (love that look – always been a stocking fan, but they’re never better than under a prim little business suit), but when I thought about it, it was perfect. She was just another hotel guest away from home on business. We sat at opposite ends of the room, and just drank for something to do. I put about fifteen quid in the fruit machine without winning a penny, and got back to drinking. Every time Yana got up to get a drink, she would slide onto a bar stool, letting her legs open slightly so that I could see her stocking tops, but not quite see any flesh. The bar started to fill with more people, mostly men, mostly in small groups, with a few obviously alone. Yana, aided by her alcohol intake, was getting a bit more daring with her stool antics, and had undone an extra button on her blouse. She was getting more and more attention from the men close to her at the bar. Odd ones would strike up a conversation but would get nowhere, until she found a guy who appealed. He (James) was a good looking guy about thirty, about my height (six four). Yana has a liking for tall men. She is about six two in her heels herself. I joined them at the bar, which was now really busy. The hotel is next to a station and people often pop in for a quickie whilst waiting for their trains. Yana said hello to me, pretending that I had helped her with her bags earlier, and offered me a drink which I accepted. She introduced James, and explained that he was staying in the hotel whilst he worked on a shop refurbishment in town. We chatted innocently for a while. The conversation turned more sexual as we drank yet more. Finally at about ten Yana declared that she’d had enough to drink. “Now what I need is a good fucking!” she announced. James nearly spat his beer out, and we looked at each other. Yana continued “I’ve been trying to work out which of you two I was going to fuck, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I want both of you. That is if you don’t mind sharing me?”. Again, James and I looked at each other, and both started laughing. Then all was silent. James shuffled slightly, took a deep breath, and announced he was up for it. I did the same. We were on!