Lisa was feeling restless, nothing much stirring in her body or marriage for months; hot flushes, dry spells, regular excuses and nothing but gentle understanding from her husband.

She was sitting in the living room watching nothing in particular. She had just finished a cup of herbal tea and was too listless to rinse the mug. The mug tipped sideways on the armrest and left a faint brown ring on the cushion.

Fuck, she thought, that’s all I need, more laundry. She picked up the mug and added it to the sink pile.

On the way to the bedroom to change, Lisa caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror as she passed. No wonder you feel faded, girl, she thought. How invisible are you? Cardigan (with tea stain), loose slacks to hide the softer middle and a full-cup bra because it was supportive (but, let’s face it, hardly seductive).

Pull yourself together, woman, dress for desire and reclaim something.

She entered the bedroom with a faint forgotten pulse in her step. She sat on the bed wondering what to wear when she remembered why she was so curious. Sarah’s suggestion had lingered in her mind. The suggestion. A shared evening.

Lisa was naturally reserved though and she said to herself if I pretend to want this, I might actually want it. If I let go tonight something might awaken. If I join them someone might show me how.

She smiled to herself and thought, what shall I put on? She preferred to do this kind of planning semi-bare and work from the skin outwards.

She slipped off her cardigan and bra in one smooth pull and her firm breasts, still perky at 36 inches, seemed to rise with the release of pressure. She took her slacks off, leg by leg and dropped them over the chair into a heap.

She blushed to herself when she remembered the knickers she had on. They fitted snugly, fully covering both cheeks and were broad and practical at the front but what a dull hue. Was it pale grey or worn white and how did the crotch stay so neutral? Off they came.

Now she was naked below. She looked herself up and down. Slim and toned again after months of effort: 36 up top, a narrow 26-inch waist, 36 round the hips.

She thought her bush could do with shaping but not tonight. Sheer thigh-highs are bound to feel daring so she started with those. Nude thigh-highs so as not to scream intent and her black lace garters because she had always secretly liked those ones.

Black garters means black knickers, but not tonight. As she searched her drawer she put her hand on her crimson lace thong. Her rediscovery thong. The thong that once got her taken fiercely against the kitchen counter years ago.

On they went, the delicate lace nestling between her smooth cheeks and cupping her mound with teasing lightness.

She looked at her bras. Sensual, thought Lisa. She picked out the half-cup bra that matched her garters. Lightly padded for lift, low-cut for invitation.

She slipped on the chosen bra, being careful to settle everything comfortably, feeling her nipples harden against the soft fabric.

Lisa looked in the mirror and thought she looked a lot more alive than 5 minutes ago. Next, wrap dress, deep burgundy of course. It was looser than the last time she wore it and seemed to hug her slim waist and flare gently over her hips.

Another glance magnet here, Lisa was sure. To frame her bra Lisa chose a sheer black camisole that she left untucked and open at the front.

Two full curves of invitation pushed themselves forward to catch any eye that wandered close. None yet.

With only her shoes and wrap to go Lisa knew what was coming next. It had to be her strappy heels. Out they came from under the bed and she slid her feet in and fastened the buckles.

I’m joining in thought Lisa so on went her silk wrap dress. She was proud of her wrap dress, a proper sensual piece not a frumpy cover-up. An old memory had her buy it and she was glad she had kept it.

On with her mascara and a quick dab of gloss and she was set. She took a small clutch with the essentials.

When Lisa arrived at the hotel suite nobody was awkward. She walked in slowly and she could feel the air thicken with quiet heat. She kinda craved it.

Mark asked if she wanted a drink and she replied, wine, as she was ready now. (Ready to explore that is.) She sat on the sofa and scanned the room.

Sarah was already there, poised and smiling. Are you sure? Sarah asked. Can we make this good for you?

Lisa replied, yes, and thought, god that was easy and how kind was she?

Sarah came back with glasses for them all. Lisa asked if she had done this before but Sarah said no but the idea had excited her since the storage room.

Go on, said Lisa and Sarah explained she had led Mark twice now but wanted to share the thrill.

Lisa didn’t say anything. Sarah said her name was Sarah and that Lisa was everything she had hoped to welcome and more.

She then waited and the expression on her face left Lisa with no doubt that she should be saying something.

Did Mark tell you what we planned? Oh yes, Sarah said. We are going to touch and taste and ride like never before.

Lisa knew this was her moment to step in. The woman was warm enough and she liked gentle control. Boy could she use that now.

She sat silently for almost too long. Could she let herself feel again? Had desire become that distant? Well frankly yes. She would do it.

Ok then Sarah lets start.

Sarah smiled and they moved to the bedroom. They got to the king bed and dimmed the lights. Sarah took champagne from the minibar and poured Lisa a flute.

She had checked her necessities in the bathroom and had also confirmed protection nearby. She did.

Mark was on the edge of the bed loosening his shirt. Lisa said let me do that. Mark let her.

She took off his shirt and then knelt to undo his shoes. Mark could see down her wrap quite clearly and leaned forward to trace a finger along her crimson thong through the dress.

The shoes fell aside and she rolled down his socks. His hands stroked the lace between thong and thigh-highs, sending little sparks up her legs.

He seems patient thought Lisa. She moved to his trousers and she knew he was. The swell was clear.

Off came the belt and down came the trousers. He was familiar, she could tell, even through his briefs.

As she eased the briefs off he rose steadily like an old friend.

Shall we start with your mouth? Lisa asked Mark. Yes please, was the reply.

Lisa still kneeling guided one hand to his chest and eased him back. She parted her wrap and straddled his face, lowering her damp folds to his waiting tongue.

The first touch of his warm breath against her made her shiver; then his tongue made soft contact, flat and broad, lapping slowly from bottom to top.

Lisa felt the gentle pressure part her lips, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping her clit in slow circles. Her slim body trembled as the sensation spread, a warm bloom low in her belly.

She rocked gently, feeling every flick send tingles through her core, her inner walls fluttering with awakening need. His hands cupped her narrow waist, steadying her as he sucked lightly, drawing her clit between his lips.

Lisa moaned softly, the pleasure building in slow, delicious waves, her juices flowing freely now, coating his chin.

She came with a quiet gasp, her thighs quivering around his head, the release soft but deep, leaving her glowing and sensitive. Mark kept licking through it, gentle laps that prolonged the aftershocks until she lifted off, breathless.

You are some husband said Lisa. And ready again, said Mark. I hope so replied Lisa.

Just then Sarah joined. Sarah looked at Lisa. Lisa looked at Sarah.

Sarah said, may I taste her too? Lisa said nothing, Sarah waited.

Lisa thought hard and said yes please and not a second wasted.

Sarah knelt beside and kissed Lisa softly first, lips tasting of champagne, then trailed down.

Lisa, still astride Mark’s chest now, felt Sarah’s mouth replace his briefly. Sarah’s tongue was lighter, more teasing, fluttering over her swollen clit while Mark’s fingers traced her inner thighs.

Lisa savored every delicate stroke, her body humming as Sarah sucked her gently, coaxing fresh heat despite the recent climax.

The sensation was different—silkier, more precise—and Lisa felt her arousal rebuild, a slow fire licking up her spine. Her 26-inch waist arched as Sarah slipped two fingers inside, curling them against her front wall while her tongue circled steadily.

The dual pressure made Lisa’s breath hitch; she felt full, stretched in the best way, every nerve singing.

She came again, longer this time, a rolling wave that left her trembling and slick.

Sarah rose and kissed Mark, sharing Lisa’s taste in a slow, intimate exchange.

Mark stood now. Lisa bent over the bed and her crimson thong was slid aside.

Mark knelt behind her and she knew what was coming. She could feel his hot breath moments before he licked her once more.

His devoted tongue slid straight into her wetness, slow and thorough. Mark’s steady hands held her slim hips and he worshipped her pussy with long, languid strokes.

Lisa relished every glide, her nerves alight as his tongue swirled her clit then plunged deep, drawing out more of her sweetness. The taste of her own arousal lingered on his lips when he kissed her back later.

Sarah watched, then knelt in front and pulled Lisa’s mouth to her breast. Lisa sucked eagerly, tasting Sarah’s warm skin while Mark devoured below.

Sarah reached down and rubbed Lisa’s clit in time with Mark’s licks. Lisa’s button was firm and pulsing. Her lips were plump and the natural wetness of her core was flowing freely.

Her juices coated Mark’s chin. He brought a finger to her rear entrance. Her ring tightened as she felt him.

He paused but continued gently. With the aid of Lisa’s own slickness Mark eased his finger in, up to the first knuckle.

Lisa’s reaction was to moan into Sarah’s breast and push back. It was too much for Lisa.

She came with a deep rolling wave, her body quaking as pleasure flooded back after so long, leaving her gasping and renewed.

This triggered Mark who rose and slid into her from behind, filling her with one slow, deep thrust. The stretch was exquisite, her walls hugging him tightly as he bottomed out.

Lisa felt every inch, the slight curve of him pressing against her sensitive front wall with each measured stroke.

Sarah lay beneath now, guiding Lisa’s mouth to her pussy. Lisa licked tentatively at first, then hungrily, tasting Sarah’s sweetness while Mark fucked her steadily.

Sarah’s folds were slick and responsive, her clit swelling under Lisa’s tongue. Sarah moaned softly, her body arching as Lisa learned her rhythm, circling and flicking with growing confidence.

Mark’s thickness filled Lisa deliciously, each thrust rubbing spots long neglected, building that slow burn again.

The dual sensation was overwhelming for Lisa. Sarah’s taste on her tongue and Mark’s cock inside made her climb steadily.

She started to come. Not sharp but a deep, satisfying tide. Both her pussy and senses were contracting. She felt this orgasm could stretch forever.

Mark could feel every flutter Lisa made. He didn’t question but felt his cock being gripped rhythmically too. This wife of mine is incredible, he thought.

He kept thrusting and Lisa kept coming. Sarah could feel her own peak nearing and whispered this to Lisa.

Lisa moaned and sucked harder.

Lisa, in only half her lingerie was being filled from behind by her husband while tasting another woman. She was loving every second. The two were loving it too.

Mark saw the chance and pulled out briefly. Sarah turned and straddled Lisa’s face now while Mark re-entered Lisa from the front, missionary style.

Sarah lowered herself gently, her pussy over Lisa’s mouth. Lisa licked eagerly, exploring Sarah’s heat while Mark thrust deep and slow.

Sarah rode Lisa’s tongue, feeling every lap send jolts through her. Lisa now had both, tongue busy and pussy filled.

She was still coming, the orgasm the deepest she had known. Long, fulfilling and seemingly endless.

Mark finally spilled inside her, warm pulses filling her core. The shift started Sarah going and she came too, flooding Lisa’s mouth with her release.

What the, exclaimed Mark softly and he kissed them both as Sarah’s tremors eased.

The three of them lay tangled on the bed. Mark wanted to rest but the women persuaded him to stay.

They took turns riding him slowly while the other kissed and caressed. Lisa brought herself off watching Sarah ride, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit as waves of pleasure rolled through her slim frame.

She also got eaten standing up twice, once by each, legs shaking as tongues lapped gently at her oversensitive folds.

Sarah gave Mark a slow hand finish across both their breasts.

They lay together after, bodies warm and slick, breathing slowing. Lisa felt her skin tingling, every touch electric.

They talked softly, then started again. Sarah guided Mark onto his back. She straddled him reverse, sinking down onto his cock with a long sigh, feeling him fill her completely.

Lisa watched the slow slide, then knelt to lick where they joined, tasting both of them. The mingled flavors were heady; Lisa’s tongue traced Sarah’s stretched lips and Mark’s shaft as he moved inside her.

Sarah rocked gently, grinding her clit against Mark’s base while Lisa’s tongue flicked her swollen nub. The triple sensation made Sarah tremble, her orgasm building in slow, powerful surges.

Lisa felt her own arousal spike again, fingers slipping inside herself as she licked. Sarah came with a soft cry, her walls pulsing around Mark.

Lisa followed, her fingers bringing her to a quiet, shuddering peak. Mark thrust up a final time, spilling into Sarah.

They collapsed together, limbs entwined. As dawn approached, they showered together, hands soaping skin, lips brushing.

Lisa felt renewed, her slim body alive with sensation. They left the suite at dawn, bodies relaxed, promising more nights like this.