It was with a mix of anticipation and not a little trepidation that I entered the bar of the hotel on the outskirts of town. Scanning the seating area, looking for Debbie and Ben, hoping they were already down in the bar, as arranged.

The room was awash with post-business meeting socialising, apart from a pair of sheepish grins over in the corner. I made my way over and enquired, “Debbie? Ben?”. When Debbie nodded, I said, “ Drinks?”.

I returned shortly after and settled down across the table from them. They’d chosen a good spot away from the hubbub of overly loud sales reps having dick-swinging contests about their sales figures. This was our first time meeting, and until now, I’d been chatting with Ben on and off for a few months. Debbie looked amazing in a white blouse with scarlet red lingerie just visible beneath. Just enough buttons were undone to give a hint of the delights below. Ben was in jeans and a shirt, nice and casual, whilst erring on the right side of smart for a hotel like this one.

We got to talking, doing the flirting skirting dance of conversation before what we were all hoping would follow actually took place. These occasions are not always frequent, so we build them up mentally for the frisson they produce and the sensations they engender.

Ben and I had been chatting for a while, as I say, and so I had a good idea of what he was hoping for. He loved to see Debbie enjoying herself. He’d also been very forthright that the big turn-on for him was seeing her being given a proper seeing too. What I didn’t know yet was Debbie’s view of what worked for her.

I’ve found the best play sessions are where everyone is on a similar wavelength, so I always want to understand this. So the investigation began. Debbie was easy to talk to. Her gentle laugh at my pish jokes (to lighten the mood) seemed to make the three of us relax more in one another’s company, and the chat flowed easily. It turns out we were on the right wavelength. Debbie loves oral and loves to see Ben’s eyes watch her as she plays with other men, his hardness driving her on to be ever filthier.

I was in for an experience, I reckoned… Ben suggested we relocate to their room so we could relax, and I, for one, wasn’t going argue.

Once back in their room, Ben poured some wine for us all and Debbie and I sat on the bed chatting, flirting and making brief contact with one another. “It’s alright,” Ben said, “For the next hour, she’s yours. Make sure you can satisfy her though”. I leaned in, and our lips explored one another. Debbie brought her hand up to my cheek and slid a little tongue into my mouth.

As our kissing became more intense, I started to remove my shirt. Using the chance whilst standing up to reposition myself and then kelt at Debbie’s feet. “Wh.. what are you doing?” She asked, looking puzzled. “You’ll see”, I replied and put gentle pressure on her knees to part them. I gently ran my hands up her stockinged thighs till they hit flesh. I felt Debbie shiver in the way you do when you get a hit of the sexual static electricity under someone else’s touch.

As my hands roved further northwards, I was feeling for knicker material to move out of my way but found nothing but the telltale dampness of a wet pussy. As my fingertips reached Debbie’s wetness, I felt her hips relax, and her thighs moved further outwards. I slowly kissed my way up her left thigh until I reached her glistening vulva.

Slowly I sucked and licked around the edge, flicking my tongue over her clit and periodically inserting my tongue fully into her wetness. Debbie slid herself further down, forcing herself onto my mouth. I felt a hadn’t on the back of my head, then a second. Egged on, I picked up the rhythm. I sucked on her clit, which had started to stand proud of its hood. Flicking it with the edge of my tongue, I felt Debbie’s hips have that almost imperceptible movement that indicated an orgasm was on its way.

I slowly but easily inserted a couple of fingers into her pussy, catching Ben’s eye, seeing he’d already removed his clothes and was slowly wanking himself as he enjoyed the show in front of him. Concentrating on the job at hand, I alternated the tempo of my fingers and tongue. Debbie’s gyrations were becoming more pronounced, and she was becoming vocal. Soft moans became more insistent as my fingers started to move inside her more fervently. “Fuck, fuuuuuck”, she moaned.

I could feel Debbie really building to an orgasm. So I stopped. “What!?!” She exclaimed, looking at me expectantly. I walked over to Ben, who also was wondering what I was doing. I offered my fingers that were coated in his wife’s juices to him. He grinned, sniffed them, then licked them. I returned to Debbie and inserted the still sticky and wet digits into her mouth. She greedily sucked on them.

“Where were we?” I enquired and returned to my supplicant position at her groin. Inserting three fingers now, I began to work her pussy once more. Just as I had wanted, her desire to come had waned somewhat, and so now I needed to bring her back to the brink. I combined all of my oral skills to lick, suck and finger her back to the point of no return. I felt her pussy muscles gripping my fingers as we built back towards that all-important orgasm. Repeating the teasing and probing, the manipulation of her pussy was my sole concern other than keeping an eye on Ben and his arousal as he watched on with keen interest.

Debbie had become guttural after a fourth almost orgasm, “Don’t you bloody dare stop now!” She commanded, so I continued, more urgent, more insistent, as I nearly wore my tongue out, flicking her clit. As I felt her hips really start to buck and thrash, I removed my fingers to ensure I could expose her clit consistently for my tongue. I rapidly alternated between flicking and sucking it, and as she cascaded over the edge, I clamped on with my mouth and sucked in time to her pulsing orgasm. I could feel the pressure of her thighs trying to push me away as she tried to pull away from my mouth. The intensity of her trembling was too much for her. I stood and pushed my fingers into her gasping mouth, and she greedily cleaned them up.

I removed the rest of my clothes and helped her upright. Gently coming back in for more kissing, I unbuttoned her blouse and released her ample breasts out of that silky red bra. I showered her shoulders with kisses working my way down to these gorgeous mammaries. Taking each in turn, I sucked and nibbled on her chunky nipples as they become erect under my mouth.

Helping her up onto shaky feet, I eased her skirt down over her hips, her thighs, and she gingerly and unsteadily stepped out of it. She stood their hand on my shoulder to steady herself, naked but for her heels and stockings. What a sight!

I go back to my feet and moved in to kiss her. She’d recovered somewhat now and met me urgently, tongue finding its way inside my mouth. I felt her hand snake down through my chest fur, over my belly, and then her cold hand was on my balls and shaft base. I shivered inwardly. I’ve always loved being touched, having fairly sensitive skin, and the cold sensation, not unlike nurses’ hands, had always been a massive turn-on. My cock stood even more to attention. I felt Debbie grin mid-kiss.

“Well, well,” she said. “ What do we have here?” She weighed my cock up in her palm. “Nice, let’s see how it fits…”. Without a further word, she slut-dropped in one fluid movement, and before I knew it I was balls deep in her waiting mouth. How the fuck did she do that? My mind scrambled to comprehend but ended up telling itself to shut up and just enjoy it.

Debbie wasn’t messing about. She attack my cock with gusto and lots of saliva, barely coming up for air, and was very heavy on the deep-throating style, almost porn star levels of attack. I turned to look at Ben quizzically. “She’s good, right?” He said head cocked on one side to get a better view of my dick disappearing down his wife’s greedy throat. “Unreal!” I said. “Well, don’t just stand there. Really fuck her mouth, mate,” he commanded.

Not needing a second invitation, I took the back of Debbie’s head in my mouth and slowed things down to stop myself from tipping over the edge. I concentrated on long, slow strokes to be fully in then all but tip in her waiting orifice. Building up to frenzied face fucking the sound of the tip hitting her tonsils as she gamely sat there and took every single inch. This went on for what felt like ages, but I had to call a halt. Otherwise, I was going to be making a massive donation right there and then.

Silently understanding the intention, Debbie wordlessly bent herself over the edge of the bed, legs parted in an inverted V. She wiggled her ass and said, “Come fill me up”. I easily slid into her sopping wetness. Long slow strokes, tip through to balls deep, thrusting her forward, it was slow, gentle, urgent, hard as we varied our rhythms. We bounced and vibed off one another, seemingly in synch as we created heat, friction, and, as ever, Ben sat there silently, participating, cock in hand.

“You hungry, Debbie?” I inquired. “What?!” She gasped mid-flow. “Just thinking you might be hungry for Ben’s cock?” I hinted whilst catching Ben’s eye. He was already on his feet and, in a second or two, was on the bed, on his knees, cock swinging in front of his willing wife’s open mouth.

Seconds later, looking like the porn equivalent of the Chuckle brothers, Debbie was to me, to you, between us, as we alternated our thrusts. The sound off cock in wet pussy, and Debbie’s saliva slicking Ben’s cock was the soundtrack to this hedonistic experience. I began to feel Debbie’s thighs have that telltale tremble. I caught Ben’s eye and said, “I think Debbie’s ready to come again, Ben”. “Righto!” He replied and took her head in both of his hands. I then began thrusting hard, forcing her forth onto his engorged cock.

Her moans were muffled by Ben’s length down her throat, but I felt her orgasm building as I continued with definitive deep thrusts into her pussy, making sure my balls slapped firmly on he clit with each thrust. She gamely pushed back as the three of us built up to what turned out to be a collective release. The crescendo continued to build, and in that fateful moment before release, we were a flurry of thrusts, limbs and bodily fluid exchanges.

I was barely holding on when Ben unleashed his spunk into his waiting wife’s mouth. This set Debbie off, and I felt a vice-like grip on my cock and the pulsing of her on my shaft as she finally came in waves. This was all too much for me, and my balls shot my load deep into Debbie.

As the wave of ecstasy subsided, we all collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. What had just happened?

Later that night, we repeated what had gone before in various combinations. I was never going to forget this night or why I love this scene. These days and nights may be all too infrequent for a guy on his own, but when they happen and happen right, they truly are memory-making.

It was obscenely late or early, depending on your view, when I left them to grab what sleep they could before daylight. I staggered gamely on very weak thighs out to the car park and on into the morning air to head home.