I travel a great deal. Faceless hotels, indenticate towns. I try to explore, I try to learn but after so many years, and so many places, I am just as likely to nip to the hotel bar, grab a snack and a beer, watch a game and then piss off back to my room for a wank during the freeview on the porn channel (Cmon, we All do it....!) before passing out.

And that sums up my eveing in some suburb outside antwerp on a cold wet thursday. Now I don't even like football, but thats the type of evening. The hotel was fine, but I was bored to tears, and that is how i noticed them. A couple, a 60 is business man and his Trophy wife, from the back, i admired her curves and the cut of her elegent suit. He was impeccibly tailored and was speaking to her in a low voice, she was hanging on every word. Lucky bugger, I thought as i drifted back to the game.

suddenly I was jostled, and a hand came down on my shoulder, I steadied the falling woman with a grab to her bicep, and caught her fall. To my surprise, The trophy wife was all of 20 and she seemed to have toppled off her heel as she passed me on her way out of the bar

"Thank you" she said, immediately in english. "new shoes..." with a shrug and a glance, I looked down to a beautifully mancuried foot in an equally lovely strappy jimmy choo shoe. Double lucky bugger, I thought.

"OH, I am so sorry, I spilled your drink..." A perfect end to a perfect day, I thought as I looked at the remains of my beer running off the table and onto my leg.

"It's nothing" I said, thinking, bugger, my last clean suit trashed and I have a meeting tomorrow...oh well, at this hour ,cleaning is out of the question, will have to stink of beer.

"Please, let me help you with that." I looked up at her dark doe eyes, she was young, beautiful and just her proximity was arousing me. Oddly she was also alone. I looked around, to see her husband, still sitting at his table, he gently nodded his head, and raised a glass towards me and the penny dropped. She was a pro. And she had trashed my suit, and he had to be having a laugh at my expense.

Perfect, I thought.

She caught my look and looked back at me with a puzzled expression. The way she bit her lower lip had me wondering about fiddling my expenses. She was stunning, Dark and thin, Black Hair, a nice curve that made you know she was worth the trip.

"Thanks, but I'll be okay..." besides, i couldn't afford you, I added silently.

"No my Husband will be so cross...please let me clean that for you..."

Husband? huh, I looked at the old guy, again he nodded.....I looked up at the vision in the expensive shoes, she smiled.

"I am Adrianne, and that," pointing to the old man, "is Jean Pierre, please.." and she smiled offering me a hand.

I am such a schmuck. I took it.

And with a look over my shoulder at Jean Pierre, I waved and left the room with Adrianne. He never looked up from his drink.

As we left the bar, she took my arm. I was aware of my wet trousers, I was aware of her exepensive perfume. I was also aware that all the desk staff were watching us cross to the elevator. I think I could feel the old guy watching me.

In the lift she leant tight to me. Her dress was thin, silk, I sensed I could see her nipples if i looked closely. I didn't. She meanwhile talked about how I must be there for business, and that she and her husband were too...I half heard her in the enclosed lift. I was just amazed at the beauty that was in the reflection attached to my arm. I was also wondering a bit about the old man.

The lift took us to the top. Of course it was a suite. Something a bit sweeter than the traveling salesman room I had overlooking the air conditioning duct.
Adrianne pointed to the bar, and told me to make a drink as she walked through. The wiggle was natural, but the firm tauntness was all young gym bunny. I could feel myself stiffen. She came back in as I handed her a glass of wine. She handed me a robe and told me to take my trousers off so she could clean them.

I wondered if she owned anything that could be "washed" instead of dry cleaned. As she moved around the bathroome running water, I slipped out of my clothes. I am not all that shy, so the robe stayed on the couch as I stripped naked. I was pleased the room was warm I was just as chuffed that she had already got my blood flowing. I caught myself in reflection and figured I was better than hubby, but for good meausure I tugged my cock a couple times, til it was engorged on the way to an erection. I turned to the door, just as she came out.

"OH my god, you are naked! why"
"What do you mean" I said
"OH god, what did you, think...that i would fuck you with my husband downstairs. Are you crazy..."
"I um..err, I ...a thought"
"I don't care what you thought, i was just trying to help you because I spilled on you- and now this..oh god, quick before.." Before what, i thought and the door opened.

Suddenly things didn't seem quite right. Here I was naked some rich guys suite, in front of his 20 year old wife, and he was in the doorway.

"ummm, I can explain...."

But I couldn't. So as my embarassment rose, and my ardour (and penis) fell. I looked from this beautiful woman, to this distinguished gentleman. My embarassment all but complete, until, out of the corner of my eye, I caught my own reflection, I looked like every third guy in the airport, right down to my love handles,and developing pot belly. What had I been thinking. What was I saying, i realised, that instead of the introspective moment I thought I was having, i was actuall chattering a dime a dozen. I listened fascinatedly as I heard myself explainin how it was a simple mistake that anyone could have done it, that.....

Only to be interrupted.

"Sir" said the older gentleman, "would you please, dress yourself, and leave my suite, i really feel we have had enough of you..."

And in one of those moments we all wish we could have, where you say the right thing at the right time (rather than 3 hours later!) I responded, that I would gladly take my leave of them, but it seems that his wife had taken my trousers. And with that Adrianne started to giggle. The old man looked cross, then confuses/////

Adrianna was now laughing, and the old man starting to soften. Suddenly the stupidity of the whole situation hit us...and we all laughed.

"while you are up there...you better make me a drink too."

I wrapped myself in the robe, and went to the bar, I heard the hair dryer in the bathroom. She really was cleaning my trousers. The old man took the drink from me.

"Funny," he said, "Being with a woman like Adrianna is wonderful, but things always happen. This is of course the weirdest but...".Jean Pierre proceeded to explain that he had been married 40 years, raised a family run a business, but then suddenly it had all come to an end. His wife and the love of his life died, His sons ousted him from his business and he had begun to drift around europe alone.

"when I met Adrianna, something clicked. I know she is with an old man, but she gave me somthing I never had..and hell, i'll die a happy old man." The scotch was good, I felt buzzed and I was enjoying the Jean Pierre when the door to the bathroom opened, framed in the doorway with my trousers over her arm was Adrianna, the light from the room highlighting her wonderful curves through the thin silk. I swallowed involunentarily.

"what a way to go..." i murmurred.
"What?" said Jean Pierre
"nothing...."
"Nothing?" he said and raised an eyebrow. I blushed, it was getting to be an odd habit here. "Adrianna, my love, I think you have teased the poor man enough, please"
"MMmm' said Adrianna, I looked at Jean Pierre. He smiled back at me. and nodded towards Adrianna. She came towards me, holding out the trousers.

As i reached for them, she threw them to the side.

"You don't need those" she said, and reached for the silk belt that held her wrap around dress in place, with a tug and a slight spin it was open and then off. the dress following my trousers to the floor, and there she was, jimmy choo shoes, a black lace thong and two full 38 d c breasts with dark brown nipples, a couple freckles and a simple silver nipple wring in the left one. She wore a platnum and diamond tiffany's cross and two simple diamond earrings. Her make up was formal for the night out but natural, she glowed with health and vigour. I dared not look at Jean Pierre, but I needed to know what was going on, so i asked her. Jean Pierre answered.

"I am 72 (he didn't look it...) I am not able to perform like I once did, but a young woman, well she has needs. I understand, and I want her to be happy so I, erm indulge her."

"so I am just a tool." I ventured

"no, For that, we have a close circle of friends, who are discreet and understand us. You my friend are an odd occurence. But it is raining, and we are all here. I know you like my wife, so, as long as i may watch, I will let you have your way....:"

"Watch?"

"Of course, I may be old, but i love to see the pleasure on her face. And who knows, I too, may have an act of god .

I looked between the two of them...The most beautiful woman I have ever had the chance to be with,and an odd old voyeur. For the second time that night I found myself naked in front of them.

Adrianna lost no time in moving up to wrap her arms around me, she ground her lace clad pussy against my lap, my hardening cock pressed between her flat stomach and my thigh. she pushed me back to the couch that i had be sitting on, and proceeded to dance over me. For a moment I wondered if they had met in a lap dancing bar and might have even said something if she had not shoved her thong clad pussy into my face.

Even with the fabric, I could smell her musky sweet scent. I put a hand on each of her buttocks and pulled her to me. I could feel the outline of her lips through the fabric and nuzzled where her clit was, I could feel it hard like a pea and blew a hot breath on it before licking hard on it through the fabric. I licked like it was her pussy not the thong, I pushed the fabric deep into her, I nibbled her clit. She pulled my head to her and started to moan, her own juices were saturating the thin fabric, she was as sweet as that first sniff hinted.

"Please," said Jean Pierre, " may i have those" I looked at him as he motioned for the panties. He had not even loosend his tie. I looked at Adrianna, who smiled, unstraddled me and moved over to her husband.

"Help me, " she breathed. He pulled at the string around her waist and she elegently stepped from the panties. She then dropped to her knees, and proceeded to open his flies ..

"No my love see to our guest, I am fine.." and tried to wave her away, she giggled and pulled out his penis , it was long thin and very pink. she deftly stroked it into her mouth. He moaned as she licked around his head and pulled him hard. she sat up and smiled, he kissed her forhead...

Adrianna moved away from Jean Pierre, she looked at me on the chair, stroking my cock admiring the view. She had a neatly trimmed pussy with jet black hair, her lips were pink and swollen, all in all the the type of pussy you just want to sink into..she moved towards me, and took an index finger. she touched the tip of my cock and pulled a long string of precum, which she proceeded to rub into her pussy. she spread her lips to show me her clit, and began to work her clit with her finger. Arching forward , I took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and tight my lick and her own attention to her pussy was making her sway and shudder. She pulled back from me and slammed three fingers into her vagina, the index finger of her other hand tracing small circles on her clit. Her eyes held mine as she swayed, frigging herself harder and hard, suddenly she threw her head back and moaned as she held herself. Her orgasam wracked her body, it was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen as this beautiful women stretched her orgasam as far as she could

I looked over at Jean Pierre, who was watching with a bemused look, I noticed that whilst his cock was semi hard, his hands were clentched around his scotch glass...he was watching his wife with an intensity that would have frightened me had his cock not been hanging out.

My attention to Jean Pierre was not to last, as Adrianna moved forward to fall/sit on me. She smelled even better then she had in the lobby, expenisve perfume mixed with a sexual musk. Poised above me with knees on either side of me, I was acutely away of her moist pussy millimeters from my cock head, I wanted to lunge up and enter her,but held back. I was not disappointed, she moved forward an bit my lip. Her tongue, sweetened by the wine played at my upper lip, lick, bite, lick bite, I opened my mouth and she thrust her tongue into me, she kissed me hard, our teeth bumping as she tried to swallow me. I might have pulled away but at this point i became aware of the pressure of her crotch lowering down on me. Ever so gentle, in direct counter to her hard kisses, her pussy was taking me inside, i could feel the contractions as she slowly inched me into her. She was tight, she was hot, and she knew how to tease me in. squeesing me with her internal muscles til I was fully up her. then she sat up.

"I can make you cum just sitting here" and as if to prove the point she contracted to make her pussy jerk my cock. I could feel my balls tighten, as i tried to do the multiplication tables, tried to remember if i left the iron on, anything to take myself away from the surging that was going to make me cum. "but I won'.." she grinned and got up off me.

"Jean Pierre rarely gets an erection, and I want to make sure it is put to good use..." she continued, As i looked at my slick cock, the head swollen, covered in her pussy juice. "Do you mind sharing?" It would have been rude to point out that it was he infact that was sharing with me, so I nodded dumbly staring at her swollen pussy, so wet and so inviting.

She moved back to Jean Pierre and with a little lick managed to get him to a semi hard on which she stuffe into her pussy in the reverse cowgirl position so she was facing me, legs spread and his long think pick cock up her. I could see her concetrating as she tightend and released his cock with her pussy. He moaned from behind her and I could still feel the contractions on my own cock. I moaned a bit too.

"Come here," Adrianna said , beckoning to me...

I moved torwards her...
"Do my clit...do me...." I moved a finger to her erect clit, i thought i could feel the electricity of her as i touched her...
"OH GOD YES DO ME DO MEME>..." and then she grabbed my head with both hands and forced me towards her stuffed pussy. At first I tried to pull back, but she had a hold on me. No time like the present I thought. When my tongue it her clit she started to ride towards me on the old mans dick, she bucked and moved, squeesed and moaned. I got bolder and realised I was licking both of them...I had a moment of worry that he my pop out and cum in my mouth, but realised that I didn't care, I wanted her to cum, to sceam, to fall over in crazed orgasam. But she didn't. In fact she pulled me from her pussy and kissed me hard our tastes mingling , salty, sweet sexual.

"OH fuck me fuck me fuck my cunt" she screamed pulling my rock hard penis towards her. I was just about to point out that that was going to be difficult as she still had Jean Pierre in her, when she took me in hand and started to rub my cock head against her pussy and his shaft. With a few grunts she managed to get my cock head in. She then clawed at my ass pulling me into her. I though she would tear, or scream, but she kept pulling.

And then, there i was, my balls against Jean Pierres, both our cocks up her pussy.
"Dont move " she said, not that I dared, she was a small woman and i knew she was stretched.

"OH god this is good oh , just hold it. just"

Inside her, i could feel Jean pierres cock twitching, I realised it was his pulse and thanked the stars he wasn't dead. Soon I could feel all three of us coming into synch, trobbing together, she then started to moan, and slowly her muscles squeesed our cocks, slowly and lightly but then harder and faster

"Oh my god" I said, as she started to milk us, "I am going to cum...."

"yes yeas yes fill me with spunk, fill my cunt," she yelled. I heard Jean Pierre grunt and his cock twitched, He was cumming, i could feel it in her pussy and that was all it took, my sack tighened and I felt myself pump my semen into her with an orgasam so intense i was seeing stars, I though I would pass out, that my head would explode, as i filled her with jisim. Through my own orgasam i heard her whisper

"cummingcumming,cumming..." and she twisted and bucked against us. For a minute, time stood still. Then, I felt Jean Pierre start to soften against me, so I moved out of Adrianne, My cock drained but still hard, she climbed off her husband and moved down to take me in her mouth, she cleaned our mingled juices , as I watched Jean Pierre, settle back in his chair, I noted that he had never set the scotchglass down, but at least now he was smiling.....


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