It was a Sunday. My wonderful husband Tom, Lionel one of my lovers, and I were sitting at the breakfast table. My boys were both naked whilst I was wearing a pair of furry slippers. The kitchen floor was of granite slabs and my feet got cold! Lionel had stayed over the previous night and had fucked me right royally in the marital bed while Tom sat on the chair watching and wanking. Tom was becoming quite adept with his wanking and could pace himself perfectly. As Lionel and I played, kissed, cuddled and fondled each other so Tom's strokes were equally tender and loving. When I went down on Lionel's cock, licking and sucking Tom's strokes became longer, slower and stronger. If Lionel went down on me and began licking and slurping up my love juices Tom's pleasures were again reflected in the way he pleasured himself. Sometimes I would be fucked nearly missionary, with my legs held wide apart and high. When I was being fucked that way Tom would come close and watch as Lionel's cock thrust in and out of my cunt. This always made Tom cum quickly and heavily as his wanking became frantic. Often he shot his load all over me. I loved it when he aimed at my face and was on target. That Saturday night Lionel had given me a damn good arse-fucking. Tom got very close up to watch. This made Lionel especially hard, it always does, I was flooding and Tom was so erect I had to have his cock pump its spunk into me as well. Lionel knew what I wanted, he understood me totally. As soon as he had filled my arse with spunk he eased his cock out. I told Tom to fuck me NOW! In any hole he wanted. He got between my bended legs and put his cock against my arse hole and thrust in hard and fast! My God was he stiff! He held onto my hips as he had watched Lionel do and just pounded away. I could feel Lionel's spunk being forced around my arse and mixing with Tom's pre-cum juices. He lasted very few minutes before uploading his love juices into me, staying buried deep deep inside while he recovered. I was so happy I was sobbing with gratitude! My husband had fucked my arse and filled me with his spunk! It was glorious! Lionel fucked me again this morning while I sucked Tom's cock. “I've been thinking,” Tom suddenly announced, “we've been taking our pleasures of my wife's body for sometime now Lionel, with little thought for her needs and desires. I think that we should explore the original plan and see if we can sort out a stranger for her to fuck in an hotel room.” The boys had jointly and severally discovered that it was very easy to make me cum when they talked dirty or even just sexy. The dirtier or sexier it was the more it made me cum and if it was at an inappropriate time or in an inappropriate place so my cumming was more intense. The thought of what they were saying or suggesting always made me shudder with pleasure as they both knew too damn well. A stranger in an hotel room! I pushed my legs tight together, closed my eyes, flooded my well fucked, swollen pussy and moaned very loudly. “That's not fair!” I exclaimed. “I think you're right Tom,” said Lionel. Nothing more was said, to me. There was a Grand Prix on TV that afternoon. We all sat and watched the start then I was taken upstairs and fucked for two hours. Tom watched and stroked and came. I like the Grand Prix, I think they should have a 52 week series then I can be sure of being fucked for at least a couple of hours on a Sunday afternoon. I walked to work that Monday morning on cloud nine, watching out for white van man. There had been a worrying couple of weeks just before the new era began. I had given white van man a great big sloppy kiss and then didn't see him for a while. Walking to work was not as much fun for that period at all. On the third Monday I heard that wonderful 'toot' again and I'll not deny it, my heart lifted. He slowed, waved, I blew him a kiss then he flicked a small white card towards me. As to the stranger in the room scenario that still didn't seem to be going anywhere. It was the best part of a month since it was originally mentioned. I was still having sex with the Young Lion every morning ending up with his spunk in me somewhere before the coffee was cold. Sex with Lionel was still fucking fantastic and better still if Tom was present but for sometime I had been wanting to spread my wings, as Rod so eloquently put it. Then the day arrived. It was announced that on Friday night I would be taken to the Premier Inn on the motorway where I would be fucked by a stranger! Fuck me! At last! I couldn't wait. Tom took particular care shaving my pussy and Lionel spent ages and not a small sum of his own money ensuring that I looked 'respectable but very fuckable'. They'd done a full recce of the service area and identified where I should await the stranger's arrival. He had been told where to find me and how he should identify himself to me. Tom booked us in at 3:30 so we didn't have to mess around with paper-work when the stranger arrived at 8pm. We arrived early, I felt like a million dollars! My smooth pussy was soaked, my nipples as hard as they were when I first offered myself to Lionel. My senses were totally aware of everybody and every movement they made. My nerves were stretched to their limit. I wanted this so very much! At ten the boys took me back to our room where I sobbed my heart out! They kissed me, cuddled me, held me close and and comforted me. Then they both took me to bed and I snuggled up and cried myself to sleep. The BASTARD! It was sometime before I felt able to risk the humiliation again. The boys didn't say anything to move it forward in any way and I thought that they were blaming themselves, not The BASTARD who didn't show up! Eventually I felt able to raise the subject. This time it was arranged for a Saturday night in a proper hotel. I would sit in the bar again looking 'respectable but very fuckable' while the boys kept an eye on things. I was approached any number of times but none had said the correct words so I chose to wait for 'Mr. Right' I waited and waited! It couldn't happen again, could it? He's been delayed, his 'phones stopped working, he cannot get a signal all the old excuses that girls expect to hear from an errant boyfriend. A big, big, big mistake! The BASTARD didn't show! By the time I had accepted this the guys that had tried, un-suck-cessfully, to pull me had either left or pulled some other lucky woman. This time I didn't cry! My resolve hardened 'I can do this!' I told myself. The boys took me up to the room. Lionel fucked me very well while I sucked Tom's cock and I slept between them. I woke to find Tom stroking my tits and Lionel finger-fucking me. It felt good – we nearly missed the hotel breakfast slot. Monday morning. I zapped my door and took the coffee in, hopefully looking much more inviting than I actually felt, although naked must look pretty inviting under most circumstances. “Please take a seat Miss. Smith, very urgent matters to attend to first. No, you don't need to get dressed, you look perfect as you are, thank you,” he smiled, “we need to go to Paris next week, a four day trip I rather think. There is a 3 day seminar starting Monday, we should attend at least the noon presentation on the Tuesday. Can you organise it please, Miss Smith? EuroStar I think and try to find an hotel in the Rue Cler area. It's between Le Tour Eiffel and Les Invalides. A nice room for the both of us?” “I'd be delighted to Mr Jones, what day should we leave? Sunday lunchtime, maybe? Then we could return Thursday evening, peut-être?” “Perfect! On all scores, I'm sure the office will survive without us!” “I shall deal with it now, Mr. Jones.” I told him. “Thank you Miss. Smith, if you would,” he replied as I got up to leave the office. “Oh! Miss. Smith, don't bother to get dressed, we have unfinished business and I rather suspect it shall take until lunchtime at least!” “Certainly Mr. Jones,” I responded, my pussy flooding. A morning of damn good fucking was just what I needed and a filthy four nights in Paris as a bonus! I felt much happier. Guys, have you failed to turn up for a meeting to fuck a lady in an hotel room? Why did you arrange to meet her and then fail to show or let her know? Girls, have you ever been stood up by a total stranger? How did it affect you? Can we hear both sides of the situation?