A strange, but true story about what happened a few years back. So many times, I have wanted to write down what happened so it doesn’t get forgotten or changed by my memory, so now I have put pen to paper (well, keyboard) to finally document what happened on one of our annual trips to London. I can’t remember all the dialogue what went on but I do remember the important bits. Some of the names have been changed
How many times, when having sex with your wife, have you fantasised that you’re both in a different situation just to enhance the enjoyment? Mine has been to see my lovely wife Jay getting fucked by another guy or another woman. Just a fantasy but it’s great to imagine when you’re in the later stage of climax.
I do this all the time and I don’t doubt she’s doing the same but it’s never mentioned nor bought up in conversation. Why would it? Jay is bi-sexual. I knew that from the first date we went out on, but only once have I had the pleasure to see her with another woman.
We had registered on a swinger site with the intent of finding her a woman after we had a drunken conversation one night and she slurred that she hadn’t had some pussy in a while. I was ecstatic and when she sobered up I reminded her about what she said. She agreed to bring another woman in for a one-off so I could watch and, maybe, join in.
It didn’t go well. There was no single woman in our area that matched neither our preferences. We got chatting to a husband and wife who invited us over to spend the night. It was okay, that’s all I can say.
The girls had fun for about half an hour but then the husband wanted full swap and Jay was not up for that. We went to bed and, after polite handshakes and promises to keep in touch, left never to return.
And that was that. It was never bought up in conversation again not mentioned.
A bit more about us. We’re not exactly neither ‘fit’ nor overweight. A couple of pounds here and there but I believe, we’re in fairly good shape. Jay looks great in whatever she wears. She’s an attractive lady with long, strawberry blonde hair with slight curls. Her breasts are still at a good point of firmness and ‘pointiness’ and a great arse that I still admire to this day.
When the occurrence that I’m about to tell you about took place I was forty-two and Jay thirty-nine and we’re both on our second marriages. As I write this six years after the event took place we have been together for fifteen, happy years and the sex with Jay, compared to my first wife is outstanding, apart from anal.
My first wife went through a period that lasted about two months of loving anal, then she stopped and that was that. Jay likes arse play; a finger, a small butt plug, definite rimming but never, ever full anal. That’s fine because she does a lot more than my first wife would ever consider. Sex is good and, as I write this, still very regular. It gets better when Jay has a few drinks.
She really gets into it in a physical way and goes beyond her normal sexual self
July 2014 seemed to be going through a bit of a heatwave and it was then that we had decided to spend a week in London doing the sites, catch a show etc. It’s only an hour on the train and we do this trip every year, normally in April but for some reason we ended up going in July with a constant wall of heat around us.
We’re not too keen on too much heat and much prefer to be walking around the city when it’s cooler.
We booked into a well-known budget hotel a short walk from Waterloo Station on the Lambeth road. It’s a good, local hotel but no air conditioning. We were in a room on the main road. It had big windows that could be opened to let in a breeze but could be seen from the street and shutting the heavy curtains would take away the much-needed fresh air.
We asked if they had any fans they could lend us but they had all been lent out already. We decided to put up with it the best we could and maybe leave the curtains open a crack if we could. The only respite was the small dining area behind the bar in the lobby where we would go to play cards to pass the time.
This had air conditioning and if you found the right table you could sit directly below one of the units blowing cool, refreshing air. The first night we were there the fire alarm went off. We all traipsed out and stood on the road opposite the hotel.
The early morning cool air was refreshing but we could clearly see into our room and the gap in the curtains which would show us quite clearly doing whatever even with the light off.
We knew then that we would have to keep the curtains shut.
When we went out for the day she would wear a dress that was low-cut and thrown over the head and tied at the back of her neck. It was long to almost her ankles with a slit up the side to her knees, but thin enough so she didn’t get too hot.
She decided to not wear a bra due to the heat. That’s fine. It wasn’t see-through so no one would ever guess, apart from the obvious bounce of her lovely breasts. She did get the odd glance that was unnoticed by her but not by me. Hey, I don’t mind someone admiring her.
On our second day we ended up having dinner in a bar in Soho. I used to go there when I was younger, mainly for the excellent record and bookshops with the benefit of a quick visit to the peepshows to deposit a quid for five minutes of having a naked woman gyrating in front of me and no, I did not want to pass a fiver through for a private show.
Me and Jay had walked through Soho before many times but never looked at the sexual side of this area. In the bar Jay had a few drinks and was in a very, good mood. We left the bar and started walking around glancing at the sex shops in the various streets. Jay had never been in one, having used the internet for our collection of toys and DVD’s and not having an establishment like this anywhere near our small Bucks town.
“Come on” I said taking her by the hand and entering one “let’s have a look around. I might treat you to a new toy.”
“Okay, but not for too long.” She answered, a bit nervous despite the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. She started browsing and really got into checking out the different toys. She’s never seen so many close up, only on the internet. She made remarks about the sizes, colours and shapes and started to sound like a retail critic.
“That’s way too big, that’ll never fit, that would hurt, and that plugs in?” Her interest in the various items was exciting to say the least. She found the anal play toys and picked up a solid bead wand. It had several small beads of all the same size but on a firm piece of rubber so it can be inserted and kept straight. She was fingering it for a while before I asked, “Would you like me to get it for you?”
She paused before saying “yes please and get some of that flavoured lube.” Excellent, I knew that when we got back to the hotel I would be in for same fun, despite the uncomfortable heat.
We arrived back in the hotel and I suggested a quick ******* from the bar so we could spend a little while cooling off (and also to bump up her alcohol level)
She went through to get an air-conditioned table and I got the drinks. She found one we had sat under before and was trying her best to lean back and cool her neck. At a table nearby were four blokes having a laid-back *******. The looked to be in their late thirties to forty and one of them was black.
They were all in a good shape and fairly attractive. They were casually dressed in a manner that suggested smart rather than throw anything on to go out.
Jay got the cards out and we started playing, although she kept leaning back to try and get the cool air on her and was repeatedly blowing up on her face. Despite the cool air she was still perspiring a bit.
After about five minutes she had downed her wine and waved her empty glass at me, the hint for another. I knew we wouldn’t be sat for too long so got her a small glass of wine and a bottle to take to the room. We carried on playing cards and she still sat there using her cards as a fan and trying to keep cool.
“Hot enough for you?” said a voice to my right. It was the oldest looking man of the group who looked to be about my age -42 at the time-who had noticed how uncomfortable Jay was.
“Too bloody hot,” she replied.
“It is that” he answered. “On holiday?” he asked
“Yeah, just for a week” I replied and explained about our annual trip to the capital. His name was Phil and he was on a works trip with the other gentleman. They worked for a well-known oil company in different offices around Europe and would be called back to London every few months for meetings, seminars, conferences etc.
They had all started working a few years before in the same London office before being sent out to run various offices.
If they were all in London at the same time they would turn down the more expensive hotel offered and opt for a budget so they could all stay in the same hotel and ******* freely and have a laugh which would be frowned upon should it get back to their superiors. Phil was the oldest of the group. Next were Clive, then Simon, who was black, then Keith.
We chatted casually for about ten minutes about London, the sites before getting back to the uncomfortable heat.
“The lack of air conditioning in the room is a pain” said Jay, still fanning herself “and we can’t leave the curtains open for the draught as we can be seen from the street”
“Did you ask if they had any spare fans here?” asked Simon
“Yep, and the answer was no” I replied.
They all looked at each other before Phil said,
“That may be our fault. When we arrived and noticed the heat we each went down to ask for a fan. We all got a pedestal fan which is good, but another would be better. We waited until the receptionist had changed then asked for another without mentioning the first fan we had. Myself, Simon and Jim were lucky to get the last ones. We now have two fans in our room.”
“Good for you” Jay said still fanning herself “At least you’ll sleep comfortable.” She said this in a respectful way rather than an angry way. She admired people who could ‘pull a fast one’.
We got up to leave and as we were saying our goodbyes Phil said, “I feel bad being greedy. We’re waiting for another of our colleagues to arrive as he’s been delayed. When he arrives why don’t we give you some of our extra fans? You can cool off then.”
“Just one will be fine thanks” I said, genuinely grateful for the offer.
“No, we insist. What’s your room number? We’ll bring them up once our colleague Jim arrives in about half an hour.” Jay shrugged and said “Okay, if you’re quite sure, we’d love to have them”. She told them our room number then made our way up to wait for them
Jay stood swaying in the middle of the room from the effect of the alcohol and announced that she wanted to take a cold shower to cool off before getting the life-saving fans.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You could wait until we’ve got the fans, then shower, then bed.”
“No, I can’t wait sat on this bed sweating like a pig. I’m too hot and I need to cool down.” With that she went into the bathroom. A little while later she stepped out the bathroom, removed her shower cap and started drying herself. She looked hot, not in the heat sense but hot and ready to fuck.
I knew she would be clean all over as she liked a clean fuck with plenty of licking and rimming and since she had bought a new toy I knew she would be clean and sparkly everywhere. She threw on the dress she’d worn all day, tied it up at the back of her neck, poured some wine into a tumbler and took a big, cool gulp.
Five minutes passed before there was a knock on our door and the men from the bar entered, three of them carrying a pedestal fan. We looked for sockets and having unplugged the kettle, TV, and phone charger we soon had them blasting a strong line of cold air aimed at the side of bed.
Phil introduced Jim, who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had been delayed getting to London and had arrived shortly after we left the bar. I thanked them for the fans and they made to leave.
Not wishing to seem impolite or ungrateful, I asked if they would like to stay for a cold *******. If we go anywhere when it’s going to be hot I always bring a cool bag that can be folded into a suitcase. Early that morning I had gone to the express store near Waterloo Station, bought a bag of ice and a dozen cans of coke.
We always took a couple of cold cans with us when walking around the city, not wishing to spend the exorbitant prices charged by street vendors. I passed them out and they made themselves comfortable for a chat. Jay sat on the bed directly in line of the fans and enjoyed the coolness while closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
She had a glass of wine in her hand and was taking big sips. She started lifting and fanning the front of her dress to allow the cold air to stream up and cool her hot thighs and what I assume to be a very grateful pussy.
She did this carefully so not to expose herself to the group. “Oh, that’s great” she murmured between sips of wine and leaning back on one elbow a bit.
Simon and Clive stood either side of Jay holding up their hands to feel the coolness and agreeing with her before sitting either side of her. They both shut their eyes to feel the draught and agreed it was very cooling indeed. Jim and Keith were stood by the window while Phil was stood next to the fans.
I stood by the head of the bed by the door. I could feel the breeze but not as near as the others on the bed. Jim started telling us about his delays and travel nightmare which went into a discussion from all of them telling us about the line of work they all do, the places they travel to, their office politics etc.
I told them a bit about me and Jay, our work and how we look forward to the trips to London. Jay just sat back on the bed, taking sips of her wine and nodding in agreement to some of my comments about our life.
The conversation turned to the current heatwave and we all bemoaned the fact about the hotel lack of air conditioning. Phil was fanning himself with his hand, having stood to the side of the fans. “It’s okay for you three hogging the breeze,” nodding to Simon, Clive and Jay sitting on the side of the bed. “Some of us out still too hot,” he said indicating myself and the others.
At that Jim and Keith quickly moved to the side of bed behind Jay with her in front of them and sat down holding their hands up to the draught. “It’s cool here mate,” said Keith to Phil “but there’s no room at the inn. Sorry.” They all laughed at that, enjoying the joke.
“Fine”, said Phil and before I knew it he had removed his shirt and trousers just standing there now in his boxers. He looked at my surprised face and put his hands up “Sorry mate, I’m not being funny. When I get to my room, first thing I do is strip off. We all do.”
I looked at the others drinking their cokes who nodded in agreement with Phil’s statement. “We’ve sat around in each other’s rooms nigh-on naked before drinking and having a laugh. I’ll get dressed. Come on guys, let’s leave these lovely people.”
He went to pick up his trousers but, being polite and not wishing to offend, especially since they had given up their fans I said “No mate, you’re alright. You can strip off as long as Jay’s okay with it?”
“Whatever, I don’t care” she said, still leaning back on one elbow with her eyes closed and taking sips from her ******* not really paying attention to what was being said and occasionally fanning her dress.
“Okay,” said Phil “But you buggers need to also. I don’t want to stand here in my undies alone looking like a right dick.” They laughed at that and all stood and clothing started coming off everywhere until they were just in the underwear. They resumed the same positions as before with Simon and Clive either side of Jay with their bare legs touching hers.
They all had good bodies. Not macho six-packs, but slim, trim and firm in places. Apart from Simon who obviously worked out. I watched this and then said out loud “Oh, what the hell” and stripped down myself.
At this point I didn’t know what to think and reality kicked in. We had only known these guys for a couple of hours and now they were almost naked in our room. Quick flashes of rude excitement and imagination entered my head which were to be put away to be stored as a fantasy for another time.
This sort of thing only happens in films, not real life and I was sure that soon they would finish their drinks, dress and leave after polite conversation
“Feel free to strip off too,” said Phil to Jay. “I’m not being weird but we’re not here for any funny business and if you rather we left, we will.”
Jay opened her eyes and sat up. “Oh my” she said with a bit of a drunken slur. She looked genuinely surprised when she looked around her. She looked at me to gauge my reaction but I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled back. She grinned and started to laugh.
“It’s okay” she laughed “It’s fine. I would strip down, even in front of you lot. I wear a bikini on the beach so there’s not much difference is there?” The others shook their heads and a couple of no’s said. “But I can’t strip off” She said looking at me. I knew why.
“She can’t strip off as she’s not wearing any underwear” I said.
There was an embarrassing silence. The others looked at Phil, who looked at me and then back to the others. Jay started to laugh, the alcohol clearly working in her system.
“Right” said Phil and looked at me as if asking permission to do I knew not what. I just shrugged my shoulders and at that, he tugged his underwear off and kicked them to his pile of clothes. I didn’t expect him to do that, in fact, I didn’t know what he was going to do. He stood there naked with his hands on his hips.
It went quiet. The others looked at each other not sure what to do. Several seconds went by in silence which seemed like an eternity, especially for Phil who was starting to look embarrassed at his own bravado. Even Jay had stopped laughing. She was looking directly at Phil’s cock.
My cock is average. Phil’s was big, not porn start big, but bigger than mine by length and girth. Jay was only used to mine since we had met. I hadn’t really seen another man’s cock in the flesh. I’m not into ‘manly’ sports where everyone strips off together in the changing room and I just stood there staring.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Phil who, after a few seconds of me staring, gave a slight embarrassed cough. I actually felt sorry for Phil. He had come here with the others not for any funny business but to give us some fans. His bravado, probably bought on by a ******* or two, was starting to come undone and now looked like he regretted it.
He was just trying to make Jay feel comfortable with the situation. Before anything was said I pulled at my own underwear and kicked my boxers away. I stood there in the same pose and Phil looked back with a grateful smile before we both laughed. Jay looked between us and then up at me.
She grinned and took another sip of wine. I didn’t know what her reaction might be but I could tell she was cool with the situation and would probably laugh about it later.
The others, who had been laughing at the pair of us suddenly stood up and pulled off their underwear and sat back down. Jay looked from left to right at the cocks either side of her within inches of her hands on her lap and started to drunkenly giggle, especially at Simons. I’ve seen black men’s cocks in porn films and they are always big.
This was big. Long and thick with the helmet looking thicker than the girth of the rest of the member. Again, I stared for a short while. All the guys were covering up their manhood’s with their hands, both in Simon’s case
After a bit of embarrassing silence where it seemed that no one knew what to say Phil held his hands out and said “There, we’re all naked. There’s nothing to be ashamed of now.” I could sense in his tone and manner that this was a real statement. He didn’t come here with his mates, thinking they’ll get a gangbang or something, he was genuine.
He did want us to cool off and he did want to spare her blushes after I had told him to stay. At least I hope he did.
With that, Jay got up and refilled her glass of wine. Having taken a big sip of her *******, she put the glass down, reached up behind her, undid the bow holding her dress and pulled it over her head before holding it between two fingers and slowly dropping it to the floor in the manner of a stripper. There was a quiet gasp from the guys as they admired her body. She stood before them, hands on hips, totally naked with everything on show. Her great breasts with their firmness and her neatly trimmed bush. She never shaved it off completely. She had it waxed once which she hated. ‘Leave that to the youngsters’ she said once.
Instead she would trim it as short as she could so that her pussy lips would still show and nothing hidden. She stood for a few seconds in that pose giggling, well aware that they were staring at her, supportive of her own drunken bravado. She picked up her glass, took another big sip and resumed her seat next to Simon and Clive.
Another, larger sip followed before she placed the glass on the floor and leaning back on her elbows continued to enjoy the blast of cool air. Her nipples had firmed up in the breeze which had not gone unnoticed by the four guys on the bed.
“Well” she said “It looks like we’ve skipped the ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ scenario. If you don’t mind I really need to cool off a bit”. Looking at me and smiling she lifted both legs and draped them over the guys legs either side of her. Her exposed pussy was getting the full blast of the fans and I couldn’t believe what she was doing.
The ******* must have really gone to her head as she would never consider exposing herself as freely as this. She purred a bit at the coolness, closed her eyes and said “oh, that is so nice.”
Phil and the guys really didn’t know what to make of this. All the guys on the bed were getting a bird’s eye view of her breasts but only me and Phil was getting a full view of her pussy. The others looked at each other with embarrassed smiles and then all looked at me. I had a massive hard on and I mean rock hard.
One of my fantasies when having sex with her was of her in a room with a bunch of naked guys. All my Christmases had come at once but I still believed this situation would be stored in the ‘what could have happened’ fantasy box as things like this don’t happen in real life.
Phil looked at my cock then moved his hand away from his front. He too had a big hard on. Simon and Clive were getting big under their hands and were now having trouble hiding the fact and I have no doubt that Jim and Keith were doing the same. I wasn’t sure what was going through Jay’s head.
Should we react? Should the guys leave? Should I just fuck her now with them watching? She knew that she was exposing herself and didn’t seem to care. That decided it for me. She definitely knew what she as doing. I was going to have to see what happens.
Phil, who had started rubbing his big cock, looked at me as if waiting for me to react. So, I did. I nodded at him. I think I expected him to get dressed with the others and leave but now I was not sure what was going to happen
He went over and knelt in front of Jays legs. Slowly he lent forward and started to lick her pussy. She jumped at first and opened her eyes, leaning up and looking down to see who it was. Whether she expected it to be me, I wasn’t sure but she didn’t complain. She closed her eyes and leant back on her elbows, purring as he licked up and down before concentrating on her clit.
At that Simon and Clive began fondling her breasts before taking a nipple in each mouth and started to suck. Jim positioned himself so Jay could lie back on his leg and free her arms. She held on to Phil’s head as he ate her and then squealed when he entered a finger, followed by another then another.
He started to nibble on her clit and he started to thrust his fingers quicker in and out. She started panting and gasping and held his head tight, forsing his face into her pussy. She suddenly crossed her legs behind Phil’s head and clamped him. I knew she was coming. She started to scream “yes, yes, fuck, yes” as she bucked around before coming to a halt.
It went quiet as Phil stood up and started to wipe his face. It was very wet. Not so much a squirter, more of a small water ******* is how I would describe Jay’s orgasms. Not enough to soak the bed but enough to wet a face. She opened her eyes and reached around with her hands before finding Jim and Keith’s hard cocks.
She started to wank them, hard and fast. Simon lifted his head from her nipple and replaced Phil’s head between her legs. Clive stood up, knelt over her and lowered his cock to her mouth allowing Jay to start sucking the helmet into her mouth.
This went on for a while, Simon eating her, Jay sucking Clive while wanking Jim and Keith. Phil came and stood next to me. “You okay?” he asked. “Oh, I’m fine mate” I replied.
“This wasn’t planned you know” he said. “We didn’t come here for this. ”
“I know” I said. “If she’s cool with this, then it’s ok.” The fantasy box in my head where I was storing the earlier situation was now open and empty. I wouldn’t be able to fantasise over what could have been, open what happened. I was still nervous though and I still had some apprehension about the situation
“Okay” he said. Then he did something I definitely wasn’t expecting. He put his arm around my back and rested his hand on my buttock. I didn’t know how to react. I was so turned on by the site on the bed that I just didn’t know what to do. I’m not gay and have never been anywhere near another man before.
I’ve thought about what it would be like, what man hasn’t, but to now be stood here with a hard on watching four men play with my loving wife while another is groping my arse. I really didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. We just stood there watching Jay having a good time.
Jay started bucking, clamped Simons head and came again. I have always admired her ability to come over and over again.
How many times, when having sex with your wife, have you fantasised that you’re both in a different situation just to enhance the enjoyment? Mine has been to see my lovely wife Jay getting fucked by another guy or another woman. Just a fantasy but it’s great to imagine when you’re in the later stage of climax.
I do this all the time and I don’t doubt she’s doing the same but it’s never mentioned nor bought up in conversation. Why would it? Jay is bi-sexual. I knew that from the first date we went out on, but only once have I had the pleasure to see her with another woman.
We had registered on a swinger site with the intent of finding her a woman after we had a drunken conversation one night and she slurred that she hadn’t had some pussy in a while. I was ecstatic and when she sobered up I reminded her about what she said. She agreed to bring another woman in for a one-off so I could watch and, maybe, join in.
It didn’t go well. There was no single woman in our area that matched neither our preferences. We got chatting to a husband and wife who invited us over to spend the night. It was okay, that’s all I can say.
The girls had fun for about half an hour but then the husband wanted full swap and Jay was not up for that. We went to bed and, after polite handshakes and promises to keep in touch, left never to return.
And that was that. It was never bought up in conversation again not mentioned.
A bit more about us. We’re not exactly neither ‘fit’ nor overweight. A couple of pounds here and there but I believe, we’re in fairly good shape. Jay looks great in whatever she wears. She’s an attractive lady with long, strawberry blonde hair with slight curls. Her breasts are still at a good point of firmness and ‘pointiness’ and a great arse that I still admire to this day.
When the occurrence that I’m about to tell you about took place I was forty-two and Jay thirty-nine and we’re both on our second marriages. As I write this six years after the event took place we have been together for fifteen, happy years and the sex with Jay, compared to my first wife is outstanding, apart from anal.
My first wife went through a period that lasted about two months of loving anal, then she stopped and that was that. Jay likes arse play; a finger, a small butt plug, definite rimming but never, ever full anal. That’s fine because she does a lot more than my first wife would ever consider. Sex is good and, as I write this, still very regular. It gets better when Jay has a few drinks.
She really gets into it in a physical way and goes beyond her normal sexual self
July 2014 seemed to be going through a bit of a heatwave and it was then that we had decided to spend a week in London doing the sites, catch a show etc. It’s only an hour on the train and we do this trip every year, normally in April but for some reason we ended up going in July with a constant wall of heat around us.
We’re not too keen on too much heat and much prefer to be walking around the city when it’s cooler.
We booked into a well-known budget hotel a short walk from Waterloo Station on the Lambeth road. It’s a good, local hotel but no air conditioning. We were in a room on the main road. It had big windows that could be opened to let in a breeze but could be seen from the street and shutting the heavy curtains would take away the much-needed fresh air.
We asked if they had any fans they could lend us but they had all been lent out already. We decided to put up with it the best we could and maybe leave the curtains open a crack if we could. The only respite was the small dining area behind the bar in the lobby where we would go to play cards to pass the time.
This had air conditioning and if you found the right table you could sit directly below one of the units blowing cool, refreshing air. The first night we were there the fire alarm went off. We all traipsed out and stood on the road opposite the hotel.
The early morning cool air was refreshing but we could clearly see into our room and the gap in the curtains which would show us quite clearly doing whatever even with the light off.
We knew then that we would have to keep the curtains shut.
When we went out for the day she would wear a dress that was low-cut and thrown over the head and tied at the back of her neck. It was long to almost her ankles with a slit up the side to her knees, but thin enough so she didn’t get too hot.
She decided to not wear a bra due to the heat. That’s fine. It wasn’t see-through so no one would ever guess, apart from the obvious bounce of her lovely breasts. She did get the odd glance that was unnoticed by her but not by me. Hey, I don’t mind someone admiring her.
On our second day we ended up having dinner in a bar in Soho. I used to go there when I was younger, mainly for the excellent record and bookshops with the benefit of a quick visit to the peepshows to deposit a quid for five minutes of having a naked woman gyrating in front of me and no, I did not want to pass a fiver through for a private show.
Me and Jay had walked through Soho before many times but never looked at the sexual side of this area. In the bar Jay had a few drinks and was in a very, good mood. We left the bar and started walking around glancing at the sex shops in the various streets. Jay had never been in one, having used the internet for our collection of toys and DVD’s and not having an establishment like this anywhere near our small Bucks town.
“Come on” I said taking her by the hand and entering one “let’s have a look around. I might treat you to a new toy.”
“Okay, but not for too long.” She answered, a bit nervous despite the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. She started browsing and really got into checking out the different toys. She’s never seen so many close up, only on the internet. She made remarks about the sizes, colours and shapes and started to sound like a retail critic.
“That’s way too big, that’ll never fit, that would hurt, and that plugs in?” Her interest in the various items was exciting to say the least. She found the anal play toys and picked up a solid bead wand. It had several small beads of all the same size but on a firm piece of rubber so it can be inserted and kept straight. She was fingering it for a while before I asked, “Would you like me to get it for you?”
She paused before saying “yes please and get some of that flavoured lube.” Excellent, I knew that when we got back to the hotel I would be in for same fun, despite the uncomfortable heat.
We arrived back in the hotel and I suggested a quick ******* from the bar so we could spend a little while cooling off (and also to bump up her alcohol level)
She went through to get an air-conditioned table and I got the drinks. She found one we had sat under before and was trying her best to lean back and cool her neck. At a table nearby were four blokes having a laid-back *******. The looked to be in their late thirties to forty and one of them was black.
They were all in a good shape and fairly attractive. They were casually dressed in a manner that suggested smart rather than throw anything on to go out.
Jay got the cards out and we started playing, although she kept leaning back to try and get the cool air on her and was repeatedly blowing up on her face. Despite the cool air she was still perspiring a bit.
After about five minutes she had downed her wine and waved her empty glass at me, the hint for another. I knew we wouldn’t be sat for too long so got her a small glass of wine and a bottle to take to the room. We carried on playing cards and she still sat there using her cards as a fan and trying to keep cool.
“Hot enough for you?” said a voice to my right. It was the oldest looking man of the group who looked to be about my age -42 at the time-who had noticed how uncomfortable Jay was.
“Too bloody hot,” she replied.
“It is that” he answered. “On holiday?” he asked
“Yeah, just for a week” I replied and explained about our annual trip to the capital. His name was Phil and he was on a works trip with the other gentleman. They worked for a well-known oil company in different offices around Europe and would be called back to London every few months for meetings, seminars, conferences etc.
They had all started working a few years before in the same London office before being sent out to run various offices.
If they were all in London at the same time they would turn down the more expensive hotel offered and opt for a budget so they could all stay in the same hotel and ******* freely and have a laugh which would be frowned upon should it get back to their superiors. Phil was the oldest of the group. Next were Clive, then Simon, who was black, then Keith.
We chatted casually for about ten minutes about London, the sites before getting back to the uncomfortable heat.
“The lack of air conditioning in the room is a pain” said Jay, still fanning herself “and we can’t leave the curtains open for the draught as we can be seen from the street”
“Did you ask if they had any spare fans here?” asked Simon
“Yep, and the answer was no” I replied.
They all looked at each other before Phil said,
“That may be our fault. When we arrived and noticed the heat we each went down to ask for a fan. We all got a pedestal fan which is good, but another would be better. We waited until the receptionist had changed then asked for another without mentioning the first fan we had. Myself, Simon and Jim were lucky to get the last ones. We now have two fans in our room.”
“Good for you” Jay said still fanning herself “At least you’ll sleep comfortable.” She said this in a respectful way rather than an angry way. She admired people who could ‘pull a fast one’.
We got up to leave and as we were saying our goodbyes Phil said, “I feel bad being greedy. We’re waiting for another of our colleagues to arrive as he’s been delayed. When he arrives why don’t we give you some of our extra fans? You can cool off then.”
“Just one will be fine thanks” I said, genuinely grateful for the offer.
“No, we insist. What’s your room number? We’ll bring them up once our colleague Jim arrives in about half an hour.” Jay shrugged and said “Okay, if you’re quite sure, we’d love to have them”. She told them our room number then made our way up to wait for them
Jay stood swaying in the middle of the room from the effect of the alcohol and announced that she wanted to take a cold shower to cool off before getting the life-saving fans.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You could wait until we’ve got the fans, then shower, then bed.”
“No, I can’t wait sat on this bed sweating like a pig. I’m too hot and I need to cool down.” With that she went into the bathroom. A little while later she stepped out the bathroom, removed her shower cap and started drying herself. She looked hot, not in the heat sense but hot and ready to fuck.
I knew she would be clean all over as she liked a clean fuck with plenty of licking and rimming and since she had bought a new toy I knew she would be clean and sparkly everywhere. She threw on the dress she’d worn all day, tied it up at the back of her neck, poured some wine into a tumbler and took a big, cool gulp.
Five minutes passed before there was a knock on our door and the men from the bar entered, three of them carrying a pedestal fan. We looked for sockets and having unplugged the kettle, TV, and phone charger we soon had them blasting a strong line of cold air aimed at the side of bed.
Phil introduced Jim, who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had been delayed getting to London and had arrived shortly after we left the bar. I thanked them for the fans and they made to leave.
Not wishing to seem impolite or ungrateful, I asked if they would like to stay for a cold *******. If we go anywhere when it’s going to be hot I always bring a cool bag that can be folded into a suitcase. Early that morning I had gone to the express store near Waterloo Station, bought a bag of ice and a dozen cans of coke.
We always took a couple of cold cans with us when walking around the city, not wishing to spend the exorbitant prices charged by street vendors. I passed them out and they made themselves comfortable for a chat. Jay sat on the bed directly in line of the fans and enjoyed the coolness while closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
She had a glass of wine in her hand and was taking big sips. She started lifting and fanning the front of her dress to allow the cold air to stream up and cool her hot thighs and what I assume to be a very grateful pussy.
She did this carefully so not to expose herself to the group. “Oh, that’s great” she murmured between sips of wine and leaning back on one elbow a bit.
Simon and Clive stood either side of Jay holding up their hands to feel the coolness and agreeing with her before sitting either side of her. They both shut their eyes to feel the draught and agreed it was very cooling indeed. Jim and Keith were stood by the window while Phil was stood next to the fans.
I stood by the head of the bed by the door. I could feel the breeze but not as near as the others on the bed. Jim started telling us about his delays and travel nightmare which went into a discussion from all of them telling us about the line of work they all do, the places they travel to, their office politics etc.
I told them a bit about me and Jay, our work and how we look forward to the trips to London. Jay just sat back on the bed, taking sips of her wine and nodding in agreement to some of my comments about our life.
The conversation turned to the current heatwave and we all bemoaned the fact about the hotel lack of air conditioning. Phil was fanning himself with his hand, having stood to the side of the fans. “It’s okay for you three hogging the breeze,” nodding to Simon, Clive and Jay sitting on the side of the bed. “Some of us out still too hot,” he said indicating myself and the others.
At that Jim and Keith quickly moved to the side of bed behind Jay with her in front of them and sat down holding their hands up to the draught. “It’s cool here mate,” said Keith to Phil “but there’s no room at the inn. Sorry.” They all laughed at that, enjoying the joke.
“Fine”, said Phil and before I knew it he had removed his shirt and trousers just standing there now in his boxers. He looked at my surprised face and put his hands up “Sorry mate, I’m not being funny. When I get to my room, first thing I do is strip off. We all do.”
I looked at the others drinking their cokes who nodded in agreement with Phil’s statement. “We’ve sat around in each other’s rooms nigh-on naked before drinking and having a laugh. I’ll get dressed. Come on guys, let’s leave these lovely people.”
He went to pick up his trousers but, being polite and not wishing to offend, especially since they had given up their fans I said “No mate, you’re alright. You can strip off as long as Jay’s okay with it?”
“Whatever, I don’t care” she said, still leaning back on one elbow with her eyes closed and taking sips from her ******* not really paying attention to what was being said and occasionally fanning her dress.
“Okay,” said Phil “But you buggers need to also. I don’t want to stand here in my undies alone looking like a right dick.” They laughed at that and all stood and clothing started coming off everywhere until they were just in the underwear. They resumed the same positions as before with Simon and Clive either side of Jay with their bare legs touching hers.
They all had good bodies. Not macho six-packs, but slim, trim and firm in places. Apart from Simon who obviously worked out. I watched this and then said out loud “Oh, what the hell” and stripped down myself.
At this point I didn’t know what to think and reality kicked in. We had only known these guys for a couple of hours and now they were almost naked in our room. Quick flashes of rude excitement and imagination entered my head which were to be put away to be stored as a fantasy for another time.
This sort of thing only happens in films, not real life and I was sure that soon they would finish their drinks, dress and leave after polite conversation
“Feel free to strip off too,” said Phil to Jay. “I’m not being weird but we’re not here for any funny business and if you rather we left, we will.”
Jay opened her eyes and sat up. “Oh my” she said with a bit of a drunken slur. She looked genuinely surprised when she looked around her. She looked at me to gauge my reaction but I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled back. She grinned and started to laugh.
“It’s okay” she laughed “It’s fine. I would strip down, even in front of you lot. I wear a bikini on the beach so there’s not much difference is there?” The others shook their heads and a couple of no’s said. “But I can’t strip off” She said looking at me. I knew why.
“She can’t strip off as she’s not wearing any underwear” I said.
There was an embarrassing silence. The others looked at Phil, who looked at me and then back to the others. Jay started to laugh, the alcohol clearly working in her system.
“Right” said Phil and looked at me as if asking permission to do I knew not what. I just shrugged my shoulders and at that, he tugged his underwear off and kicked them to his pile of clothes. I didn’t expect him to do that, in fact, I didn’t know what he was going to do. He stood there naked with his hands on his hips.
It went quiet. The others looked at each other not sure what to do. Several seconds went by in silence which seemed like an eternity, especially for Phil who was starting to look embarrassed at his own bravado. Even Jay had stopped laughing. She was looking directly at Phil’s cock.
My cock is average. Phil’s was big, not porn start big, but bigger than mine by length and girth. Jay was only used to mine since we had met. I hadn’t really seen another man’s cock in the flesh. I’m not into ‘manly’ sports where everyone strips off together in the changing room and I just stood there staring.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Phil who, after a few seconds of me staring, gave a slight embarrassed cough. I actually felt sorry for Phil. He had come here with the others not for any funny business but to give us some fans. His bravado, probably bought on by a ******* or two, was starting to come undone and now looked like he regretted it.
He was just trying to make Jay feel comfortable with the situation. Before anything was said I pulled at my own underwear and kicked my boxers away. I stood there in the same pose and Phil looked back with a grateful smile before we both laughed. Jay looked between us and then up at me.
She grinned and took another sip of wine. I didn’t know what her reaction might be but I could tell she was cool with the situation and would probably laugh about it later.
The others, who had been laughing at the pair of us suddenly stood up and pulled off their underwear and sat back down. Jay looked from left to right at the cocks either side of her within inches of her hands on her lap and started to drunkenly giggle, especially at Simons. I’ve seen black men’s cocks in porn films and they are always big.
This was big. Long and thick with the helmet looking thicker than the girth of the rest of the member. Again, I stared for a short while. All the guys were covering up their manhood’s with their hands, both in Simon’s case
After a bit of embarrassing silence where it seemed that no one knew what to say Phil held his hands out and said “There, we’re all naked. There’s nothing to be ashamed of now.” I could sense in his tone and manner that this was a real statement. He didn’t come here with his mates, thinking they’ll get a gangbang or something, he was genuine.
He did want us to cool off and he did want to spare her blushes after I had told him to stay. At least I hope he did.
With that, Jay got up and refilled her glass of wine. Having taken a big sip of her *******, she put the glass down, reached up behind her, undid the bow holding her dress and pulled it over her head before holding it between two fingers and slowly dropping it to the floor in the manner of a stripper. There was a quiet gasp from the guys as they admired her body. She stood before them, hands on hips, totally naked with everything on show. Her great breasts with their firmness and her neatly trimmed bush. She never shaved it off completely. She had it waxed once which she hated. ‘Leave that to the youngsters’ she said once.
Instead she would trim it as short as she could so that her pussy lips would still show and nothing hidden. She stood for a few seconds in that pose giggling, well aware that they were staring at her, supportive of her own drunken bravado. She picked up her glass, took another big sip and resumed her seat next to Simon and Clive.
Another, larger sip followed before she placed the glass on the floor and leaning back on her elbows continued to enjoy the blast of cool air. Her nipples had firmed up in the breeze which had not gone unnoticed by the four guys on the bed.
“Well” she said “It looks like we’ve skipped the ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ scenario. If you don’t mind I really need to cool off a bit”. Looking at me and smiling she lifted both legs and draped them over the guys legs either side of her. Her exposed pussy was getting the full blast of the fans and I couldn’t believe what she was doing.
The ******* must have really gone to her head as she would never consider exposing herself as freely as this. She purred a bit at the coolness, closed her eyes and said “oh, that is so nice.”
Phil and the guys really didn’t know what to make of this. All the guys on the bed were getting a bird’s eye view of her breasts but only me and Phil was getting a full view of her pussy. The others looked at each other with embarrassed smiles and then all looked at me. I had a massive hard on and I mean rock hard.
One of my fantasies when having sex with her was of her in a room with a bunch of naked guys. All my Christmases had come at once but I still believed this situation would be stored in the ‘what could have happened’ fantasy box as things like this don’t happen in real life.
Phil looked at my cock then moved his hand away from his front. He too had a big hard on. Simon and Clive were getting big under their hands and were now having trouble hiding the fact and I have no doubt that Jim and Keith were doing the same. I wasn’t sure what was going through Jay’s head.
Should we react? Should the guys leave? Should I just fuck her now with them watching? She knew that she was exposing herself and didn’t seem to care. That decided it for me. She definitely knew what she as doing. I was going to have to see what happens.
Phil, who had started rubbing his big cock, looked at me as if waiting for me to react. So, I did. I nodded at him. I think I expected him to get dressed with the others and leave but now I was not sure what was going to happen
He went over and knelt in front of Jays legs. Slowly he lent forward and started to lick her pussy. She jumped at first and opened her eyes, leaning up and looking down to see who it was. Whether she expected it to be me, I wasn’t sure but she didn’t complain. She closed her eyes and leant back on her elbows, purring as he licked up and down before concentrating on her clit.
At that Simon and Clive began fondling her breasts before taking a nipple in each mouth and started to suck. Jim positioned himself so Jay could lie back on his leg and free her arms. She held on to Phil’s head as he ate her and then squealed when he entered a finger, followed by another then another.
He started to nibble on her clit and he started to thrust his fingers quicker in and out. She started panting and gasping and held his head tight, forsing his face into her pussy. She suddenly crossed her legs behind Phil’s head and clamped him. I knew she was coming. She started to scream “yes, yes, fuck, yes” as she bucked around before coming to a halt.
It went quiet as Phil stood up and started to wipe his face. It was very wet. Not so much a squirter, more of a small water ******* is how I would describe Jay’s orgasms. Not enough to soak the bed but enough to wet a face. She opened her eyes and reached around with her hands before finding Jim and Keith’s hard cocks.
She started to wank them, hard and fast. Simon lifted his head from her nipple and replaced Phil’s head between her legs. Clive stood up, knelt over her and lowered his cock to her mouth allowing Jay to start sucking the helmet into her mouth.
This went on for a while, Simon eating her, Jay sucking Clive while wanking Jim and Keith. Phil came and stood next to me. “You okay?” he asked. “Oh, I’m fine mate” I replied.
“This wasn’t planned you know” he said. “We didn’t come here for this. ”
“I know” I said. “If she’s cool with this, then it’s ok.” The fantasy box in my head where I was storing the earlier situation was now open and empty. I wouldn’t be able to fantasise over what could have been, open what happened. I was still nervous though and I still had some apprehension about the situation
“Okay” he said. Then he did something I definitely wasn’t expecting. He put his arm around my back and rested his hand on my buttock. I didn’t know how to react. I was so turned on by the site on the bed that I just didn’t know what to do. I’m not gay and have never been anywhere near another man before.
I’ve thought about what it would be like, what man hasn’t, but to now be stood here with a hard on watching four men play with my loving wife while another is groping my arse. I really didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. We just stood there watching Jay having a good time.
Jay started bucking, clamped Simons head and came again. I have always admired her ability to come over and over again.