Dinner's over and coffee and liqueurs arrive. Our chairs are a little closer together and your arm is along the back of mine, and I lean against you, enjoying just being close to you. More wine followed more wine and I'm a little tipsy.
The conversation is more relaxed and the couple nearest us are discussing fantasies with us. You're smiling as the guy tells you that he'd like two women in his bed. It's something we've discussed more than once. I'm watching you talk, just enjoying your company. When a thought crosses my mind...
I whisper in your ear "back in a sec" and leave the table. You're still in conversation with the guy so don’t pay too much attention. I'm gone about 10 minutes and you're still talking when I arrive back at the table. You're still talking as the band starts playing.
"I thought I'd book a room here," I tell you in a lull in your conversation. "I'm feeling too lazy to go home and I thought it'd be fun to stay."
"Sure," you reply. "That’s a good idea."
I smile. You don’t know how good an idea it is. We spend the next couple of hours drinking and dancing and chatting. It’s a pleasant evening but all too soon it's 2am and I tell you: "I'm tired. Have you had enough yet?"
"About an hour ago," you grin at me.
Holding hands we say our goodbyes and wander out to the lifts. I pull the key out of my bag: "Surprise. I booked a suite."
You take the key from me, and hit the button for the ninth floor. With your arm round my shoulders we walk to the suite. I'm a little wobbly on my feet and a lot giggly and half way along the corridor I stop and kick off my sandals. You pick them up and follow my naked back down the hall, leaning over my shoulder at the suite door to unlock it. I can feel your breath on my neck as my soft skin distracts you and you kiss my neck, nibbling along the back of my shoulder. One arm encircling my waist while the other fumbles with the lock.
The door opens and we both stumble inside, your arm still round me. A lamp in the far corner lights the room dimly. The lounge of the suite is beautiful: over-stuffed couches, a big screen TV and huge windows looking out over the city.
"Unbutton the neck of my dress please," I ask, presenting my back to you. I giggle helplessly as you struggle with the tiny buttons. Holding the dress to my front I wander towards the bedroom. "Give me 5 minutes," I tell you.
"Ok," you say going to pour a drink from the champagne in the ice bucket. "Good choice," you call as you pour two glasses and walk into the bedroom.
A huge bed, the room lit only by candles on the two bedside tables, dominates the room. The room scented with roses. You stand; stock still, glasses in hand...
I'm on the bed naked except for sheer lace topped stockings, my perfume heavy in the air. Propped up against a mountain of pillows, my nipples pink and hard against the pale gold of my breasts. My legs crossed at the ankles obscuring my pussy from view.
But the most startling thing is the brunette next to me on the bed. A mirror image of me except a brunette. Lace topped stockings, naked pussy, larger breasts, and a smile. Her hand cupped possessively over one of my breasts.
Without a word I hold out my hand for a glass of champagne and so does the brunette. Wordlessly you hand them over. I point to a chair positioned carefully to one side of the bed, offering an unobstructed view of both of us on the bed.
You're speechless and I'm a little worried that you don’t like my surprise, but the obvious erection in your trousers reassures me a little. Shrugging off your jacket you sink into the chair, hands gripping the arms.
"This is Honey," I tell you, giggling, "and she's your birthday present.
"First you get to watch, and then you get to play. This is a one night, one-off offer. Shall we start or..." I leave the question hanging in the air.
You nod slowly, your eyes searching mine out. I look at you enquiringly. I love you, I want to please you but I don’t want anything to come between us ever. You nod again.
I look at Honey and she licks her lips as her fingers catch my nipple and tug it a little harder. I gasp and look down at her hand on me, she tips a little champagne over my nipple and the bubbles fizz on my skin as she drops her mouth to my nipple and flicks it with her tongue before encircling it with her mouth and sucking on it. I arch my back, leaning up on my elbows as she moves to the other nipple and repeats the exercise.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes, giving myself up to the pleasure. Her mouth travels down my ribs, kissing, licking, to my hips, then the sudden wetness as she pours champagne over my pussy and dips her fingers in the liquid, sucking them, then offering them to me to suck.
I open my eyes and look at you; your hands are gripping the chair. "I want to watch you stroke your cock," I order you.
In an instant Honey slides off the bed and walks to you, dropping to her knees. Head bowed she unzips your trousers and frees your cock, which is looking bigger and harder than ever. She leans down to lick it experimentally and I hear you groan. I can't believe I'm watching another woman sucking your cock, and the thought excites me.
She stops as quickly as she began and I think that’s probably lucky as you're already starting to try to thrust into her mouth.
Returning to the bed, instead of joining me as before she kisses my ankle, nudging my legs apart, crawling up the bed on her hands and knees, kissing my stocking-clad legs, giving you a perfect view of her rounded bottom and long legs, and a tantalising glimpse of her shaven pussy.
Reaching the top of my thigh she cups my pussy in her hand and puts pressure on it, and I respond by grinding my pussy down on her hand. Any doubts I might have had about this fade away as I watch you leaning forward in your chair watching us, your cock huge and hard in your hand.
She bends down and kisses my pussy and I sigh, her tongue licking a lazy trail along my pussy lips, her fingers squirming into my pussy, eased in by how wet I am from her attention. Filling her mouth with champagne she leans down and lets the liquid bubble against my pussy. I moan, the pleasure intensified by the bubbles. Her tongue finds my clitoris, sucking it and teasing it, her fingers fucking me.
The bed moves and you're sat on the edge of the bed, one hand reaching out to touch my breast as you watch Honey's tongue fucking me. Leaning down you kiss me, not gently, but hard, urgently, and I respond, frantic to be close to you as a first orgasm washes over me.
Leaning back on the bed, I struggle to catch my breath, your arms around me, aware that the tongue that pleasured me has been withdrawn, as have the slender fingers which fucked me so beautifully. Your breathing quickens and opening my eyes I see Honey has transferred her attentions back to your cock.
Her mouth is completely covering your cock and her head is bobbing up and down furiously. Your hips arching off the bed, fucking her mouth, one hand now tangled in her long brown hair, the other round me holding me to your chest.
Seconds later you moan as you start to cum, filling her mouth just the way you did mine during dinner. You arch off the bed, forcing her head down on you, and she struggles to breath and swallow.
Sinking back on the bed, your arm around me and your eyes closed, I listen to your breathing slow as Honey crawls up the bed behind you and wraps an arm round your waist. She smiles at me and winks conspiratorially. We can let you sleep a while before we finish off your birthday treat. You're going to need the rest. Our eyes close and all three of us sleep in a tangled heap on the bed.
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