54 comments/ 71680 views/ 85 favorites Fifty Steps By: lucylusty The events in this story took place about 3 years ago. Names have obviously been changed to protect our identities. My husband Alan and I were at one of his business conferences in Rome. That is, I was in Rome while he spent the days in a conference room at the hotel in which we were staying, and the evenings at one corporate cocktail/dinner event or the other. Both of us travel independently quite a bit in our individual careers, but we seldom get to take a 'work vacation.' So when he came home one day in April and told me he had to go to Rome for an entire week to attend some sort of damn Association conference, and I had plenty of vacation days piled up at my job, I decided that I would take some time off and join him on this trip. I knew he wouldn't be able to get out much during the day, but I had always seen myself as an enterprising explorer of foreign lands so I had visions of myself exploring the Roman byways and alleyways during the day, stumbling upon sights rarely seen by the package-tour tourist. I would like to say that those visions came true, and that I spent the days traipsing about the streets of Rome, flirting with many-an Italian stud along the way. Truth is, I spent most of the days exploring the magnificent spa of the Hotel de Russia, although I did find the time to go on a city tour with a bus full of random tourists, walk around the magnificent piazza nearby, and take in a couple of shopping expeditions. But the spa was bliss and although pricey, I felt I had earned its luxury after working like a dog over the past few months. Knowing that we wouldn't get much time together during the week, Alan had also taken a few of days off from work, and so we were staying on till Wednesday morning after the conference ended on Friday afternoon. This was the time I had been waiting for, when our actual holiday in Rome would begin and true to Alan, he had a whole itinerary of events planned out which he planned to reveal only on Friday evening. Well to be honest, I'm too lazy to do the research and he's always been much more of an actual explorer than I am, ready at the drop of a hat to put on his backpack and go walking around a city. I prefer motorized vehicles. So I was a little worried that he may be planning something involving a day-long walk around central Rome, stopping at various places of interest along the way. This was also because places of interest along the way for him are mostly old buildings, whereas for me they tend to be more along the lines of interesting bars I see. Especially, when they have Guinness on tap. That's the Irish in me speaking. But I digress. I enjoyed the time I had to myself while Alan was at the conferences. The room was luxurious, and as I said earlier, the spa magnificent. But when Friday evening came around I was ready for our vacation to begin. The closing cocktail party the night before had a great live band who made everyone get up and dance around, so the party had gone on long into the night. I had decided to sleep in till late in the morning, had a leisurely breakfast-in-bed and then headed to the spa for my afternoon of being massaged, scrubbed and polished. By the time they finished at six p.m., I felt as if I was walking on air while simultaneously springing up with every step. I was a bundle of energy as I headed up to our suite. Alan was already in the room when I arrived, pouring himself vodka and topping it up with soda. "You started the party without me." I said. He came towards me with his glass in his hand, put the other arm around my waist and kissed me softly. "Hello sexy," he said. "I'll make one for you just as soon as you give me a proper kiss." "That was a proper kiss." "No it wasn't. There was no tongue involved. "Shut up. This is all you get for now," I said as I put my bag down on the sofa in the living room. My afternoon at the spa had ended with an oil massage after which I had decided I would shower in my own room since it was already quite late, so I was just wearing the short robe they had given me in the spa with a towel wrapped around my waist. Needless to say, I had attracted a few curious glances in the elevator up to my floor, but the suite entrance was quite close to the elevator so the public exposure had been brief. "Well, this is an interesting outfit you are wearing," he had sidled up behind me and was now attempting to stroke my breasts through the slit in front of the silk robe while at the same time attempting to pull it out of the towel wrapped around me. The drink, I noticed, had now been put down. "Hey, no touching the merchandise," I said as I pulled his hands away, "And where's my drink?" "Coming up." He drew away. Sometimes even Alan can figure out when he's not going to get any, "What would you like?" "I'll have a vodka with coke. And I'd also like to know what our plan is for tonight." "Party, pretty baby, party. We're painting the town red, starting with dinner, so you've gotta shower and then I can shower while you're getting ready, so we can head out by 8." "It's only a quarter past six. What's the rush?" "Well, one of the two people getting ready is you," he grinned. I threw a pillow at him as I gathered my bag, my drink and headed off to the bedroom. He was sitting watching TV, finishing his drink when I came out after half an hour during which I completed a languid, sensual shower wrapped up in one of the huge, fluffy towels in the bathroom. My hair wrapped in another, smaller version. "Your turn." He came out in about 5 minutes, wrapped up in another towel and proceeded to towel dry his short hair vigorously, and put up a pair of grey fitted slacks and a white shirt. I sat back and enjoyed the sight of him getting dressed. At 39, he's seven years older than me, and while he's not the in the same shape he was in his soccer-playing college years, no one can accuse of him of being hideously out-of-shape. I actually like him with the slight belly he has now than I did when we first met ten years ago when his stomach was actually pretty flat. It wasn't until he was buttoning his shirtsleeves after he had put his socks on that he noticed I was still sitting there wrapped in my towel. I had managed to blow-dry my hair. Since I had now started wearing it in a short, straight bob it actually takes only five minutes to dry. "You're not dressed yet?" he said. Is he serious? I thought. "I have nothing to wear." I declared. "What? You brought so many clothes." "Not that many, and anyway as you may have noticed, we have been going out every evening, and I didn't bring that many going out in the evening clothes." I thought I had a pretty good point there. "You can't have worn everything," he looked unconvinced. "Well, I've worn everything I would want to wear." "Then just wear something again." I was aghast at this suggestion, "I can't wear something again." He tried again, "Well, there must be something you can wear in your closet or suitcase" "You try," I suggested, "and there's nothing. I already looked." He walked over to the closet, rummaged through it and came out with a blue sleeveless dress on a hanger. "How's this?" "Worn it." "I know what you can wear," he said, and started going through my suitcase, turning around to pull out a small crumpled black garment. "This." He shook it out and it was the black dress I had bought on a whim last summer but never worn. I had seen it on a mannequin, tried it on in the changing room and bought it all in the space of ten minutes, but I had never worn it since the time I had put it on for Alan when he got home later and I showed him my shopping. The dress was not too short; it was down to about mid-thigh. Well, upper mid-thigh, and it was figure-hugging without being slutty. It had funky little sleeves, a little front on the neckline that went down low enough to show slightly more than a hint of cleavage, and a plunging backline which had a filmy material covering hit so I could still wear a bra. The fabric of the dress was some sort of amazing blend, which was extremely thin and slightly elastic. When I wore it, Alan got off the chair and came over to see if he could just roll it up over my hips and stroke my ass. It turned out that even though the fabric clung to my body, it stretched enough to roll up quite easily. The cut of the front was such that I would have to put on a push-up bra, and when I did my tits looked much larger than my 34Cs normally do. Even though Alan had asked me to wear it a couple of times when we were going out at home in Chicago, I felt it was too risqué for our normal haunts and crowds and so had never worn it. I had, however, packed it in at the last moment when shoving in a few things and Alan had remarked on it at the time, and had obviously remembered. After I had showered, I looked at the dress laid out on the bed. Well, I thought, let's do it and let's do it properly. I put on a flesh colored push up bra. Alan walked in and whistled as he saw me standing in front of the mirror. "Shhh...," I said, "can you get me some panties out of the suitcase?" Alan rummaged through and pulled out a black micro g-string he had got me from Victoria's Secret last month. I still hadn't worn it. And when I say, "micro" I mean "micro." I mean, this thing was barely large enough to cover my crotch and the backside was just a tiny string. "I might not as well be bearing any panties," I had told Alan when he had given them to me. "That's the idea, baby," he smiled. He held them out to me, "Here, these will do nicely." "Those with this dress," I chuckled, "why, some may say you are wanting easy access." "Well, some would be right." "I'm not an easy girl," I admonished him. "Yes, that I know all too well." I shooed him out, telling him he wasn't allowed to be in here till I got ready and proceeded to do that as quickly as I could. Finished, I stood in front of the long mirror on the wall and admired my handiwork. "Not bad for 32," I thought. At 32, I was fitter now than I had ever been before and back to the 120 lbs. I had not been since I was 23, thanks to the diet and exercise regimen I had adopted a year ago. Nothing too intense, but my body was toned and my calves looked amazing (even if I do say so myself) in heels. At the moment I was wearing heels which added 4 inches to my five feet six inches. I can never tan much due to my Irish genes but thankfully I'm not deathly pale, and my bobbed hair was its natural dark brown. And my tits in that bra and that dress definitely looked larger than 34c, I could swear. I didn't wear a lot of heavy make-up, just a basic smoky, evening look and topped it off with a generous application of my favorite red, MAC's "Rebel." As I stepped out of the room, Alan looked up from the TV. "Well, looks like I'm going to have a tough time keeping the boys away." "Honestly, can you see my ass through the dress, or not? Cause there sure as hell ain't no underwear there," I was still nervous about this. Alan swore he couldn't and so we set out. We started the evening off at a place near our hotel, the Vicini Bistrot, a restaurant that serves only ham, cheese and wine. Neither of us is a fan of ham, but the cheese platter was amazing and came with this lovely truffle honey and we downed a bottle of prosecco in about forty minutes. I was ready to order another one, but Alan had made reservations at Ristorante Musa (which he had read about on tripadvisor, of course), which was near the San Giovvani area and so we had to head out. Dinner was awesome, and I can't remember whether we had one bottle of wine or two so I guess there was a good buzz going. I was definitely having a great time with Alan as we always do whenever we manage to get away together. It was around midnight when we stepped out to hail a cab. I slid my arm under his jacket and rubbed his back as we walked. We had been giggling a lot the last half hour and we were definitely both tipsy by now. "Where to now?" "Ok, there are two choices," he said in typical Alan style, "we either go on a pub crawl or we go to this place at the Waldorf, which is basically across the street from us. They have a live band there every night, it's supposed to be a place where you can hang out for a couple of hours, chill and dance." "That sounds good to me," I grabbed his arm as he hailed a cab. After all this wine and food, I wasn't in the mood for darting in and out of bars and I liked the thought of being able to walk across the street into my hotel room whenever I felt like I'd had enough. The bar was already pretty packed when we got there and we got one of the last few tables near the bar itself. We sat back, ordered our drinks and I had time to check out the place. The bar was in an enclosed terrace pretty close to the rooftop with stunning views of the Coliseum. No wonder all the table next to the full-length windows were either taken or had Reserved signs on them. The dance floor was already half-full, and the band was playing a very dancey blues-rock number and I noticed with approval that they had a brass section as well. This is going to be fun, I thought. And it was. Over the next hour and a half, we got up and danced a few times, really getting into the groove of the band. When the band finally wrapped up around 2 am, we ordered another round of rums and coke to wet our parched throats. Alan guzzled his, and I was only halfway through mine when his phone rang. "Shit, it's Neil," he groaned. "Don't answer it," I told him. "I can't ignore it," he winced "Seriously, don't answer it," I told him. "He's probably still working on the submission he has to make before tomorrow morning." "It's Friday night." "Yep, he has to send it in today. There's still time back home." "Whatever, man," I finally gave up. He answered the phone and spoke for a few minutes. I couldn't hear the whole thing, but from whatever I could make out, he seemed to be reluctantly agreeing to do something. He hung up, "Well, he needs me to look at something he's just emailing. It's a pretty complicated spreadsheet, so I have to look at it on my laptop to make any sense of it. And then I have to call him and tell him what I think." "You have to do this now?" I was in disbelief. "Yeah. I'm sorry," he did look ashamed, "you can either come with me and chill in the room, or you can just hang out here and finish your drink. The hotel's just across, so I should be there, look at it, and be back in like half an hour, tops." I was annoyed like hell at this point, and felt the happy buzz rapidly disappearing as my irritation set in. I was also really angry that he had ignored me and answered the phone when I had specifically asked him not to. I was hurt that he had answered the phone when he should have known that the only reason Neil would be calling him at this hour was for help which would then lead him to fuck up this evening with me. Idiot. "I'm certainly in no mood to come back to the hotel and have you yapping over spreadsheets in the background," I snapped. "Ok then, you just chill here and finish your drink," he actually looked relieved, "I'll run across, look at it, and run back. 30 minutes. Probably less. Time me." "Oh yeah? And what if someone asks me to dance? Can I say yes?" I looked at him wickedly. "If he asks politely and if you like," he grinned in answer, then leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he got up to leave. After he left, I sat for a couple of minutes sipping my drink quietly, checking out the people still in the bar. There were a bunch of couples, probably tourists, two large groups of what seemed like locals and a number of smaller groups plus a few singles. The bar was still more than half full. A number of people had left after the band had finished but more were still coming in. The DJ had started laying down a pretty funky groove and a few people had made their way back to the floor. Screw it; I thought to myself, I'm sitting in the Waldorf in Rome. I've had a great evening, and I'm just going to sit back and enjoy myself and not let this ruin my night. The table next to us had been occupied by a trio consisting of two men and a woman. They all looked to be in their early thirties and clearly knew each other well. Now though, the only one sitting at the table was the man I had secretly been eyeing a bit since he was in my line of sight. He was wearing a fitted blue suit with a white shirt which had the top couple of buttons open so I could see the hint of a smooth chest. When he had stood, I had noticed that he was pretty tall, about six feet two with a very athletic build. His chest, shoulders and arms looked muscular even through the jacket, and the close cut of his clothes also showed off a narrow waist and strong thighs. He had short dark hair with a bit of grey at the temples, and the unshaven look only Italian men can carry well. In short, he was hot and I had enjoyed my bit of eye-candy while I had been sitting there. I had even mentioned him to Alan and he had made some sort of joke about it. He looked up and saw me looking at him. I tried to look away but it was too late. He caught my eye and smiled. Helplessly, I smiled back. "Hi," he raised his glass, "I'm Marco." "Lucy," I said and smiled again. Stop grinning, you idiot, I told myself, you must look like a dolt. I sat back as he got up and stepped across to my table. "Do you mind?" he motioned to the chair to my left where Alan had been sitting a few minutes ago. Well, this is getting interesting, I thought to myself. "Sure, has a seat," I gestured. "A beautiful woman like you should not be drinking alone. I noticed your companion had left, so I thought I would ask if I could keep you company." His English was flawless, in fact had a strong American accent. Damn, these Italians are fast. And good. Despite myself, I smiled. "He's my husband, and he's just gone back to our hotel across the street for a few minutes. He'll be back soon." "Ah, you're staying at the Hotel de Russia? That's a really nice place." "Yep, tell me about it," I said, "I've been living at the spa." He laughed. "Well, he's a brave man to abandon you like this in this city full of vultures." "And are you a vulture?" I asked, playing along with him. "Far from it," he said, "I'm here to protect you from them until his return," he had a really sexy smile, and I was digging his deep baritone. "And your friends?" I asked him, "How come you were abandoned?" "Well my sister and her husband had to leave because their baby woke up and the babysitter called. I was just going to finish my drink and head up to my room before duty called." "Duty called?" "Vulture-protection duty," he grinned. I couldn't help it and burst out laughing, and suddenly we were chatting away. In just a few minutes, I filled him in on my trip to Rome. He told me he was from Milan, worked for a textile house and was in Rome for a couple of weeks for some conventions and meetings with buyers. After a few minutes, Marco noticed that both our drinks were almost finished so ordered us another round, rum and Coke for me, gin and tonic for him. Just then, the DJ put on a record with a very jazzy beat. Marco stood up suddenly, grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, would you like to dance for a bit, this is a great song." I hesitated for a second, then remembered my little parting conversation with Alan. He had said I could dance if I liked and if the guy asked politely. Well, I did like, and the guy did ask politely. Two ticks. And did I mention, I love to dance and am a good dancer. Alan, despite the fact that he's taken dancing lessons (both salsa and jive) dances fairly mechanically which I tease him about mercilessly. Fifty Steps Ch. 02 I want to thank everyone who read and liked the first part of this story. I hope you like what happens next too. No real sex in this one, but it was a long night/early morning, so i thought i would use this interlude as build-up. Hope I didn't make a fool of myself. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 50 Steps - II My mind was buzzing as I waited for the elevator on Marco's floor. Marco had been thoughtful enough to go back to the bar before me so that we wouldn't be seen entering together in case Alan had returned. I was hoping desperately that Alan hadn't come back as yet, or at least that he had just returned, so I wouldn't have to explain my half an hour absence from the bar. I had the beginnings of an idea in my mind, and one thing I definitely did not want to do is start on the defensive by having to give an explanation. No matter how the rest of the night went, the truth of the past half hour would not go down well with Alan. I had a momentary flash of blinding panic as I had a vision of him Alan sitting at the bar, wondering where I was, maybe asking the bartender about me. Had people seen me leaving with Marco? I had not tried to be discreet when leaving. There had been no reason to be discreet. I had just been stepping out for a smoke. And maybe a kiss. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my mind as the elevator pinged its arrival. Well, it's done now, I thought; focus on what happens here on. If Alan was there and waiting, the best story to go with was the bathroom option. Both he and I had been to the restrooms which were on the same floor of the hotel, but outside the bar itself, so he knew you had to exit to use the loo. And if he wondered why the visit had taken so long, I could always say I was chatting to some girls there instead of waiting at the bar by myself as I had been doing the hour before that. He had been fairly apologetic before he had left and I knew from experience if I threw it in his face, he would back down immediately. I had three options ahead of me now (Yes, I make lists. What working girl doesn't? I could go on about lists, but that would be too much digression, and all my friends tell me of my habit of digression, and now I'm digressing about digression, and this could go on, so I will get back to my options.) 1.I could tell Alan everything that just happened. I knew Alan would totally flip out, and this could possibly end our marriage. I was dead sure I did not want that to happen. Regardless of how much we had fantasized about bringing another person into our bed, he would see my hooking up with Marco as a betrayal of his trust, much as I would see his having a solo affair without my knowledge the same way. 2.I could say nothing. I could just go home with him and pretend nothing had happened and we would go on with our lives. 3.I could use this situation to set up something we had both talked about but never seriously considered doing. I knew the fact that the situational factors we had talked about all worked in our favor. Whenever we had discussed a threesome during our post-coital bliss (rather than the frenzied talking in the lead up to sex), we had agreed that (a) we were both curious about it with both genders, (b) that if it ever happened, it would be a one-off and not a lifestyle because that's not something either of us could handle, (c) it would have to be somewhere we couldn't accidentally be seen by people we knew, so out of town and preferably out of country, (d) while the thought was sexually arousing in fantasy we were also unsure of how both of us would actually react to the sight of the other person having sex with someone else. It might take us to the next level sexually, but it also had the potential to leave some scars. So on the balance of things, the first 3 of that particular list were checked off, and the fourth was something we would only know if it ever came to pass. I wasn't completely sure right now how to bring Marco into our bedroom, how Alan would react to the idea, and how would we handle it between ourselves afterwards? These were all the things I would have to wait and see. Right now I just knew I wanted it. The oxytocin and adrenalin produced in our encounter was still flowing through my system and my pussy was still aching slightly (but in the nicest way possible) from the stretching it had received from Marco's cock. The easiest course of all, of course, was just to give Alan a bit of grief about making me wait for so long, go back to the hotel, and then use his contrition to have the relationship upper-hand for the next x of days. People who have been together for a while in somewhat equal relationships will know what I mean. Please notice that I did use the qualifier 'somewhat' because no relationship can ever be entirely equal. For a moment, I thought of chickening out and going with the 'nothing happened' option. But having taken the first step with Marco, the thought of going a step further was enticing, and the oxytocin combined with the alcohol to make a heady brew. I should tell you a bit more about Alan and me. I think by now I've made it pretty clear Alan and I share our fantasies and that threesomes have popped up regularly. What I perhaps have not mentioned is that these fantasies have been pretty hot and heavy. Graphic to say the least. Alan's favorite, and this is one of his own creation not mine, is one in which he is sitting in an armchair with a girl going down on his hard cock while I'm on all fours being fucked by one man while sucking another's cock. I got really turned on during the telling, and took over the story mid-way, making it even nastier... telling him how the cock plowing into me from the back felt, and how I then move to ride the big cock I was sucking while the guy fucking me switches to fucking my mouth while holding my hair. This session ended with me on all fours and Alan pounding me before we both came in a massive climax. He was so aroused he only lasted a few minutes that time, much shorter than his usual time to orgasm. I know this must sound obscene to some, but it works for us, and keeps our sex-life fresh after a decade together. These fantasy sessions generally take place with us lying in bed playing with each other's bodies, me stroking and teasing his penis into hardness, him with his fingers deep inside me, caressing my g-spot, and usually end with me declaring that I want his cock inside me now. Oh, and I love doing with Alan what Marco had done to me a little while earlier, rubbing his head and sliding the shaft over my slick, wet pussy before he enters me. The sensation of feeling that hardness, the coiled up strength that will soon open me up drives me crazy. Honestly, sometimes I think I like the prelude to penetration -- the kissing, the stroking, the sucking -- more than I like the actual sex itself. I love my sex life with Alan. And you may not believe this right now, but at thirty nine he generally has more of a drive than I do at thirty two, my supposed sexual peak. I'm generally the one who's trying to grab some sleep while he's still frisky. But our sex life is great, it's inventive, it's satisfying. Alan is a creative lover, and even after ten years, we are still trying new positions in bed fucking each other's brains out. I love the intimacy of his knowledge of my body, and love how I know the little spots which will make his cock throb in my hand when I kiss his neck. The point is that I am not going to hide behind the excuse that I was a bored wife, unsatisfied by her husband, who drifted into cheating. Alan is a great guy overall, generous, wonderful sense of humor and perspective, we enjoy being with one another, and aside from his procrastination there really aren't any huge faults about him. I mentioned his recent pot belly, but I love looking at him naked, in a suit (which he wears to work), or jeans (which he lives in otherwise). So far from being bored and unsatisfied, on the contrary it was perhaps the fact that I was so secure, as well as being sexually stimulated (and I admittedly have been as turned on by our fantasies as he has, more so by the ones involving him and another man, than I was with those involving me and another girl, some which I have to admit I invented on the spur to turn him on) in our relationship that I was considering having a threesome as a real possibility. By the time I stepped back in through the doors of the club, I had pretty much made up my mind. My own fantasy of being taken by a tall-dark stranger had come true, and maybe I could use that to make a fantasy shared by both Alan and I come true. The big x-factor in this equation (I am a math major, sorry) was Marco himself. For my plan to work (and my marriage to survive) I had to be able to rely on his discretion, and his ability to not accidentally let our prelude spill out. What did I know about him, I wondered again, other than the fact that he seemed to have good manners. While I had come down from my post-orgasmic haze by now, my pussy still felt the memory of the cock that had been inside. I realized that Marco's sexiness had been enhanced by the illicit nature of our encounter, but he had still been playful and smooth enough to charm me and he had been thoughtful enough to leave without my suggesting it. That was something I gave him high marks for, but that was all I had to go on. Who knows how many women he had fucked using those very same lines? I had already risked my life once tonight. Dare I compound the situation? My mind was still wrestling with all these thoughts and questions as I scanned the bar. My insides dropped with relief as I noticed a distinct lack of Alans. And I have to confess that I actually felt a stab of irritation at the man that he had been gone so long without a thought of me sitting here at the bar by myself. I couldn't be irritated that he hadn't called me. International roaming's pretty expensive when you're on holiday, and since Alan's trip was covered by work and mine wasn't and since I was getting by without a phone, I never bothered to get a local SIM for myself. Net result, I had no phone he could call to tell me he was stuck if he wanted me to come home. I did realize that it was really irrational of me to feel irritated given what I had been up to in the past hour, but still... I'm a girl, so I'm allowed to feel that way. God knows we need every weapon we can. I made my way back to our old table which was still unoccupied. It was well past 3am by now and even though it was the weekend, the place was beginning to empty out a little. It was still pretty active though, and the DJ had slipped into a late-night groove now and a few people were on the floor. I looked around and caught sight of Marco on the far side of the bar, sitting by himself. He looked up at me inquiringly, looked at our empty table, then back at me. I shook my head ever so slightly to indicate Alan was not there as I continued to the table and sat down. A waiter came up to me; our tab was still open so I ordered another rum and Coke (who's keeping count by now?), and waited for it to arrive. I looked up to see Marco still looking in my direction so I nodded to him to come over to my table. He looked a little unsure, but gathered his drink and made his way over. "Hey," he said as he stood over me. "Hey," I said in return, "Alan's not here as yet. Why don't you sit down and we can talk for a few minutes. You were sitting next to us earlier and he noticed you as well, so it's natural that we started talking when I was alone and your sister left." "Are you still thinking of what you said when you left?" he asked, seeming a little surprised. "Why, yes?" I was surprised he was surprised. "I said it. Why would you think I would change my mind?" "Well, I don't know," he shrugged, "I figured it was just one of those heat-of-the-moment things one says." "Well, I'm ready to see how this plays out. Are you?" "I guess," he said, but suddenly he wasn't looking as sure as he had done all evening. "Look I want to make things clear before Alan arrives," I continued," I love my husband and despite what my actions of tonight may suggest, I have no desire to fuck things up with him, but I want to see if this can happen. I think it could be really sexy but I need to know if you're on board." "Have you ever done this before?" he countered. "No. Never. Before today, I had never even kissed another man. I know you may not believe me right now but that's the truth." "So what happened tonight?" He looked curious. "Why did I do it now? I'm not sure. I guess I've been wanting to have an adventure for a while. But whatever happens, Alan can't know what we did earlier" He frowned as I spoke but didn't interrupt, so I went on. "We've both talked about having a threesome with another person and it's been a big turn on, but he would not be ok with me and you without him. If you're ok with that, just go with it and see where it ends. If you're not, then we can just call it a night right now." "You play hardball," he smiled. "It's what I do for a living," I smiled back at him. I'm a negotiation consultant. True story. Different story. Back to this one. "Have you ever been in a threesome?" I asked I sat there and held my breath for few seconds while I waited for Marco to respond. It seemed much longer though. I had basically put my fate (once again) in the hands of a total stranger. How did I know that he wouldn't blurt the truth straight out to Alan? I didn't. But that was part of the headiness of that night. It was a night of firsts. So why not this as well? "No, I've never been in a threesome, but who hasn't thought of being in one" he confessed after a moment. "What? I thought you Europeans were much more sexually liberated than us Americans?" I had meant it to sound like a joke, but it sounded like half a complaint. "Well, I'm sorry but this particular European must disappoint you on that particular scorecard. But you're an incredibly sexy woman and I have nothing to lose in seeing how this night pans out. And I would love to have you naked again." He paused for a second, "But I don't want it to get weird. I really want to fuck you again; I'm not done with you, but what if it gets really strange, or if you freeze because he's there. You're sure you want to do this? Because this is my condition. If I'm fucking you, I'm not going to hold back because your husband is there. Are you ok with that? Will he be ok with that?" "What if you freeze?" I couldn't resist asking. "With you there," he smiled at me sexily, "I don't think there's much danger of me freezing." "I want you too. I think you know that," I admitted to him. So that was settled. "But I'm not sure about Alan," I continued, "I guess this will have to be his decision. But I'm asking you once again... he must not know anything about us." "Don't worry about that," he reassured me, "I have as many reasons to keep this secret as you do." It was just about at this point that I first started to believe that I could pull this off. To get this done, I had to manage both these men. Marco was seeing a different side of me from the girl he had charmed and seduced up in his room just an hour ago, but so far he seemed to be dealing well with me being in control. Alan was going to have to be handled much more delicately. I wanted to ask him what he meant by that last remark, but Alan chose that moment to walk back into the bar. He saw me immediately and smiled apologetically as he walked towards the table. I gave Alan a lukewarm smile and spoke to Marco urgently, making it look as if I were responding to something he had said. "Ok, so Alan's here. I'm just going to introduce you guys. Just be natural and let's see how this goes, and if either of us invites you back you know it's on." I felt my first major flash of guilt as i realized I was conspiring with a stranger while the man I loved had no idea what was going on. But by now, I wanted to see if I could really do this. Marco looked up at Alan and smiled in welcome as he came to us. "Hi." Alan said to me half-quizzically as sat down. "Well, hello stranger. Look who's returned. Alan, this is Marco." I turned slightly to Marco, "Marco, this is my husband Alan." They said their hellos and shook hands. Alan turned his attention to me once again. "I'm really sorry," he started, "I know it got really late, the whole spreadsheet model was a bit of a muddle and I had to work with Neil to sort it out. And there was no way to call you. Then around 3am I thought you'd be back, but then I came as soon as we finished" "It's ok, I was having a nice time, and I thought I'd let you work in peace," I said a little coolly. He gave me a tight lipped, slighty-pained smile, so I patted his hand and gave him a warmer smile, "You can make it up to me. Now get yourself a drink quickly. I think they're about to have last call soon." Alan had been expecting the cold shoulder because he looked immensely relieved, if a little unconvinced. He must have thought I was still angry but didn't want to have an argument in front of a stranger. Anyway, he quickly motioned a waiter over and ordered himself a double rum and coke. "You were sitting at the table next to us earlier, right?" He said to Marco, "With a couple of other people." "My sister and brother," Marco explained, "They had to leave, and then we started talking." "Well that's great. I'm glad you were here because I came in expecting my head to be bitten off for ditching her for so long," Alan laughed. "I'm happy I could help. I had a nice time too," Marco said. Did that line have a double meaning? My heart almost stopped for a second, but Alan obviously thought nothing of it because he went on, "You're from here, right? I heard you speaking Italian earlier." "From Milan," Marco clarified. And from there, they were off. Alan had been to Milan a few times so knew some of the area and they started chatting about this, that and general. For a few minutes, I just sat back more or less in the background, content to just sit there, smile and laugh along as required, and observed the two. I must have tuned out for a few seconds and missed a cue, because Alan looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking?" "Nothing." I gave him my International Woman of Mystery Smile, "I'll tell you later." Marco pushed his chair back and announced he was going to the bathroom. Last call had been made a few minutes ago, and he had ordered himself another scotch. I was going with water. Alan's drink was still fresh. "So did you guys close out the submission?" I resumed the conversation once Marco had left. "Yeah, we did. I think we should get this. I think we've made a pretty convincing plan, and there doesn't seem to be any serious competition. And if we get it, it means serious bonuses for all of us. Which means Carnivale in Rio is on, baby! Better start checking out hotels." This is the way our vacations work. When Alan picks the destination, I pick the hotels and he pays for them. When I pick the destination, it works the other way. It works out well for me because when I pick the hotels, I go for the most luxurious one, and when he picks the hotels, he goes for the quaint, rustic types. An en suite bathroom is the only thing I insist on. I was happy with Rio. I wanted to go to Rio. Carnivale is the world's largest party and Rio has some amazing hotels. I love hotels! I digress again. He paused for half a breath before continuing, "But I'm really sorry I was gone so long. I know it took way longer than half an hour." "It's really ok," I reassured him again, "I meant it. I was having a nice time, so I'm not mad at you. Marco was good company. He kept me entertained while you were away." Fifty Steps Ch. 02 He looked slightly bothered now. Not too bothered, because nothing really flusters this man. "Ok good. I'm relieved," he had decided it was safe after all, and I could see him relax a bit. "So what did you guys talk about?" "I don't know. General stuff. I told him about my time in Rome, he told me some places to go see. He told me about Milan. We talked about work. And we danced for a bit." "Danced?" Alan raised his eyebrows to me, intrigued now. "Yeah, do ya expect a gal to sit here by herself when a jig comes on?" "No, of course not." He looked at me. I gave him my poker face. I wanted him to go on. "So did he come up to your standards as a dancer?" he gave in. "He did." I gave him my most winsome smile. Alan leaned forward and took a contemplative sip of his drink. I could see he was torn between wanting to know more or dropping it and moving on to another line of conversation. I'm ashamed by the cliché, but one of our favorite playtime stories also began with us going to a club and me making out with a guy on the dance floor before a threesome, and I could see he was caught between wanting to stroke the fantasy and fear of offending me. Alan's bedroom threesome talk had become so regular at one point that I had wondered aloud, somewhat sharply, whether he found me alone sexually attractive anymore. He had been cautious about it ever since, delicately skirting around it at times until he could see I was in a frame amenable to that angle that night. Little did he know that I was very amenable to that angle this night. "Well, I hope he was a gentleman," he probed. "Well, it depends on what you define as a gentleman. He did invite me up to his room." I told him. "What? When did that happen?" Alan looked surprised. But not angry, I noticed. "After we had danced a bit." "And what did you tell him?" He was hooked. He didn't know if I was telling the truth or just messing with his head. "I told him I was waiting for you, and you would be back anytime soon," I was ready with the response. "And then he backed off?" "Yes, but he told me he would be honored if you would share me with him." "Wow, you've been busy this past hour," he said, twirling his straw around. I noticed he still didn't look upset. "You know what happens when you leave a girl alone at a bar," I played along with him. There was a moment's silence as Alan reflected silently, contemplating what he had just been told. I sat there, my heart pounding so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it, waiting for his next sentence. It could go either way. He took a big swig of his drink, then wiped his face and spoke softly. "You know, if we are ever to do the threesome thing, it would be now." "Are you serious?" it was my turn to ask. "Yeah, there's no chance of running into anyone we know. We're in Rome. And we have been talking about it long enough..." "Yeah, but what if it makes things weird between us? What if you seeing me having sex with another man puts you off me?" I genuinely needed this reassurance from him, and so I needed Alan to be the one to make this call, to think about this clearly so that he would know he was in control. Once during our makeout sessions I had asked Alan if he could ever see any of the girls he knew in a session with us. After thinking about it for a while, he had finally named an interior decorator we knew who had been married at the time to a friend of mine. She was a tiny girl; about 4' 11" and Alan didn't remember her name but called her Tiny Decorator. Unlike most small girls, everything about Nadia's body was perfectly in proportion and he had always confessed to me about an unfulfilled small girl fantasy since all the girls he had ever been with were reasonably tall, but I thought he had poor taste because Nadia had bad skin. She didn't, he argued. He then asked me if there was a guy we knew she could visualize in a threesome with us and had seemed a little put-off when I had immediately picked Jordan. Jordan was a former national-level volleyball player who trained at our gym, and he was hot. All the girls drooled at him, and ogling him was a running joke. He was actually a really sweet guy too. A couple of times I had had a smoothie or a decaf with him after my workout, come back home to Alan and been really giggly about it, calling it a 'date' and teasing Alan by exaggerating the intimacy of the meeting. So when I pulled out Jordan's name immediately, Alan looked a little unsure. It had been a momentary thing, but a little later during the post-sex pillow-talk confessional, he admitted that he had felt a little insecure about actually having a threesome when I had mentioned someone real, because what if I seemed to enjoy fucking Jordan more than I enjoyed fucking him. "You're my guy, I'm yours and I love your cock, You need never worry about that," I had continued stroking him as I slithered down his body, "but if I am fucking someone," I swirled my tongue around his head, "you would want me to enjoy it wouldn't you? I would be so hot knowing you were watching me and getting turned on" I gave him another wet lick as I continued to run my hand around his balls. "Yeah," he had groaned as I took him back into my mouth, "I want to see you getting fucked." He had mumbled on incoherently about the things he would have me do to another man until he had exploded all over my tits. I was in no position to say anything more because I had my mouth full, stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. That moment had passed but the conversation had lingered on in my mind. Back to now. Alan continued smiling at me. I could tell he was in a good place. "Do you find him attractive?" he asked suddenly. "Yes, I do. I think he's very sexy," I admitted. "What if I hadn't come back?" he took a sip before he said this. I could take a sip too. A longer one, since I was drinking water. I did. "I guess we'll never know," I gave him my evil smile, "now come here and give me a kiss." He leaned across the table and kissed my lips. I put my arm around his neck, kept him from going back, and prolonged the kiss, dragging my lips across his, sending my tongue darting through them before I released him. He sat back in his chair smiling. "Well, that was sexy." He said. "I'm feelin' sexy," I declared. "Does that mean you're up for it?" he persisted. "I don't know," I hesitated, "I'm really worried it may mess things up between us." "Why would it do that?" he was the one convincing me now, "You are the sexiest woman I know, and you know I've always wanted to watch you." "But what if I like it? Will you be ok with that?" "Baby, I would want you to like it. I want to see you in a state of sexual abandonment, being touched and kissed and fucked by both of us. And I know you're turned on by that thought too." There was no point trying to deny that, so I didn't. "Yes, I am. I want to suck your cock while he watches. Then I want to ride you while I suck him off. I want to tease him, make him beg, while you watch," my voice was low as I said these words. I could feel my pussy tingle as I imagined Marco's cock in my mouth, "But I'm scared too." "Don't be," he reassured me, "I'll be there." He took my hand and squeezed it, before raising it to his lips and kissing it gently. "I don't know. What if you don't like my being turned on by him and that makes things weird later between us," I still wasn't convinced. "Trust me. That's not going to happen. If anything, the memory of your sexiness will make me want you even more." "I'm worried about that too." I smiled, "You're horny constantly as it is. What if after this you get even hornier. Then where would I be?" "Come on baby. Let's do this. It will be a one-off thing as we've talked about. And I'm sure if there are any issues, we are strong enough and open enough to talk about them and sort them out." Alan was nothing if not persistent now that the actualization of his fantasy was in sight. "Ok, but you manage it. You set it up." I finally gave in. I couldn't drag this out any longer. Marco would be back from the washroom any time now and this had to be concluded before he returned. "How do I do that?" he asked me. "I don't know. You're the executive. Figure it out." I saw Marco entering through the door on his way back to us. "But hurry up, he's coming back." Marco smiled at us as he took his seat. There was a moment of awkward silence while both Alan and I reflected on the talk we had just had. I can tell you I was feeling very satisfied at the direction in which I had managed to steer the conversation and its outcome, and I guess Alan was considering his next move now that I had put the onus solely on him. As I looked at the two men, I imagined lying sandwiched between them, turning my head to one side to kiss Alan while Marco had his fingers in my pussy, my hands slowly stroking two hard cocks. I could feel my nipples harden inside my bra and my heartbeat got slightly faster as I wondered how Alan would broach the subject with Marco. We sat there for a few seconds, all deep in our individual thoughts, but all thinking about roughly the same thing. There were only about half a dozen people left in the bar now, and they too were quickly finishing their drinks before heading out. Alan picked up his glass and drained the last of his rum and Coke. "Well, it looks like they're about to close and go home. What do you feel like doing?" he addressed Marco. "I guess I thought I'd go back to my room and sleep. It is pretty late now." Marco responded. It was almost 4 am now, the club's closing time for weekends. "Well, I missed a lot of drinking time, so I'm planning to go back to our room and have a couple more drinks before I call it a night. If you don't have an early morning, you're more than welcome to join us. We're at the Hotel de Russia, just across the street." I was impressed. This was direct but discreet at the same time. Marco was being invited back to our room, and I knew he was smart enough to understand that Alan and I'd had some sort of conversation about him by now. "That would be great, if Lucy doesn't mind," he smiled at us and tried to catch my eye to see I was sending him any silent signals. "No, no, that's fine with me. It would be nice if you joined us. I'm not sleepy right now anyway." I added my consent but didn't meet his gaze, "Plus if you guys are chatting away and I want to pass out, I can always go lie down in the bedroom." "Okay then, let's go," Marco too finished the rest of his drink. "Let me just close our tab and get my card," Alan walked up to the bar, giving Marco a moment to be alone with me while Alan had his back turned away from us. "What's going on?" He asked in a low, urgent voice. There wasn't enough time to explain what I had said to Alan, so I quickly mumbled that Alan seemed game but that I didn't really know what he had in mind. Marco nodded, then sat back to wait. It only took Alan a minute or so to sign our bill, and he returned smiling at some joke he had shared with the girl at the bar who had charged his card. "Let's go," he said. My mouth was dry as we walked out the elevator into the Waldorf lobby. I had managed to retain control thus far, but how things would go from now on was anyone's guess. It was mostly in Alan's hands now. We were still largely maintaining the fiction that we were just going to the room to have a drink, but my pussy was now beginning to throb at the thought that I'd soon be touching and being touched by these two handsome men walking on either side of me. Fifty Steps Ch. 03 50 Steps – III We walked out of the Waldorf as a busload of Japanese tourists disembarked and entered the hotel, winding our way through the maze of suitcases being unloaded onto the sidewalk and, since the street was pretty much deserted at this time, jaywalked across. "Doesn't Rome look lovely like this? Quiet streets, moonlight. And it's not hot," I called out to Alan who had lagged behind me. "Look," I touched my face, "I'm not sweating."I waited for him to catch up. Marco was close behind him. "Why are you walking so slowly? Don't you know you're supposed to walk swiftly across the street?" Now that we were underway, I wanted to get back to the room as quickly as we could. "Ah, there's no one," he shrugged, "and this way I get to check out your ass. It's not every night I see it in front of me on the streets of Rome waggling along in stilettos." They caught up with me and I turned to walk on, so was caught unprepared when Alan slapped and grabbed my butt. "Hey! Behave!" My pussy had throbbed even though part of me was shocked at him grabbing my ass in the middle of the street. Both of them were laughing, I noticed. Alan put his arm around me, and Marco walked abreast making small talk with Alan till we entered the hotel. I didn't think any of the guests who had become familiar after a week's stay would be around at this time, and the lobby was indeed quite deserted in complete contrast to the one we had just exited. I noticed a bellboy at the concierge desk look up and say something to his colleague watching TV in the little cubicle behind him. The other guy turned around for a second, and I could feel their eyes following us all the way to the elevator. Alan and Marco seemed oblivious to this though as we got in and Alan pressed 8 for our floor. Our one-bedroom suite had a nice-sized living room with a big HD screen, a sofa set around it, and enough space for a dining table for 4 on one the other side. There was a kitchenette where we made our coffee and where we had stashed the water, booze and munchies we had bought. Alan flashed his key, and we walked in. "Welcome to our home away from home," he said to Marco. "Thank you." "This is going to sound weird," Alan added, "but can I have your phone while you're here. I hope you understand that we have to take some precautions." "No problem at all," Marco pulled out his phone and handed it to Alan, who put it into a drawer in the TV console. I was impressed. I hadn't thought of this, but trust Alan to remember to take these precautions. Even when he walks on the wild side, he does so very carefully. The thought of my earlier, unprotected sex came into mind but I pushed it away forcefully. It would do no good to dwell on that right now. I wondered idly whether I should say something to Alan about Marco using a rubber now, but figured I would let him take the lead on that too. "Have a seat." Alan said once he had put Marco's phone away, "Would you like some wine?" "Yeah thanks," Marco nodded, plonking himself down on 3 seater sofa, "If you have some red?" "Yes, we do have some red," Alan said cheerfully, "I'll get it. Babe, will you get the glasses out in the meantime." The glasses were in the cabinet next to the TV. Alan walked around to the small kitchenette behind the dining table to fetch the wine as I opened the cabinet. "Hey," Marco whispered urgently from behind me. This was the first moment he and I'd had alone since Alan had showed up at the bar. He had played along wonderfully well so far, but I guess he too was getting a little restive and uncertain about what happened next. I had not had a chance to tell him that he was one who had proposed our arrangement. What if that blew up in my face? But there was no way I could tell him about that right now. I had to just take my chances and try and direct the flow discreetly. I turned around. He motioned with his palms and frowned slightly as if to say, "What's going on?" I shrugged slightly, keeping watch on the kitchenette out of the corner of my eye. I was confused as well. I had got us here, and I had been visualizing all sorts of things for when we finally got going, but I had no idea what we did right now. And part of my mind was also worried about my story being exposed. Marco motioned to me to sit next to him. No, I shook my head. He smiled playfully as I turned away. The whole exchange of looks couldn't have taken more than five seconds. I turned and bent to put down the glasses on the coffee table, conscious that doing so gave Marco a full-on view down my dress. I lingered slightly in the moment, not looking at him but knowing that his eyes were focused firmly on my cleavage, trying to see more. He had already been inside me, but he had yet to see my breasts and it looked like he was quite eager. I felt my nipples stiffen as I stood up, and smoothed down the dress back the mid-thigh level. Well, upper-mid thigh. I wasn't sure of where to sit. I didn't want to sit with Marco because then Alan would have to sit on the two-seater unless he wanted to squeeze in between us so I sat on the two-seater. Alan walked in with an open bottle of red from among the selection we had bought earlier in the week, poured out three glasses and handed them around. "Cheers," he said as he sat down. On the three-seater with Marco. "Cheers," the two of us said as raised glasses and took a sip. "Mmmm... this is really good wine," Marco sounded pretty enthused. Ugh, I said inside. The wine was nice but it was the last thing I wanted at that moment. What the hell was going on? I was incredulous. What happens now? Who does what? I was clear I didn't want to be the one to make the first move. I also didn't want Alan to get the feeling that I was more eager than he was. But I wanted us to get started. I was looking at these two guys sitting on the sofa across from me. They looked really good. Alan at almost 6 feet, his hair a delicious mix of grey and black, still the best-looking guy I know, a hard cock I love to suck which fills me nicely. And Marco, slightly taller, broader in the shoulder, wider of chest, his hands were big too with strong fingers. And I knew what his cock felt like too. That wrenching feeling was still fresh in my pussy. But both guys were acting like they were at some evening social. I must have sat there for at least ten minutes, sipping my wine while these two made chit-chat about wine, vineyards around the Tuscany region and Marco got quite animated and Italian, and even threw in a few words of the language. This was the first time since we had met that he had said anything in Italian and it sounded quite sexy. I slipped into a visual of him sprawled out naked in front of me on our big bed inside, me lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, holding his huge, hard cock in my hands. His cock was wet with my spit as I licked up its side and tried to close my mouth over its head. In my imagination, his penis was even larger, and my mouth barely closed around it. I was licking him up and down in rhythm to Alan fucking me slowly from behind his hands around my butt lifting it up slightly as he drew all out the way before sliding all the way back in. I could swear I could hear our collective moans and my pussy felt wet as I crossed my legs and clenched. "I'll be back in a minute," I said as I got up with my glass. Both men smiled and nodded. As I turned to go into the bedroom I saw Alan look at me speculatively. It seemed he was in the same predicament as me, and wondering how to break the deadlock. Maybe he was hoping I was going into the room to change into something more comfortable and that would ignite the spark. Huh, fat chance! I genuinely had to pee. Was no one going to do anything? As I peed, I quickly went over the last half an hour or so. Had I said anything which could have triggered Alan's alarm. I was pretty sure I hadn't. I hoped the two of them would talk while I was away and figure out how to start before I got back. And then everyone could get along as planned. But wouldn't it be funny too if we all drank our wine, chatting like civilized people, then said our goodbyes. I found that thought darkly humorous, but shrugged it out immediately. I fixed my hair a bit, patted my face dry, then spruced up with some lip-gloss which gave an extra sheen to my red lips. An idea struck me and I undid the front of the dress and wriggled out of my bra. My breasts relaxed, but the sag was barely noticeable. 34c's have some weight, I will have you know. I sprayed a little perfume on me then buttoned up the dress again and looked at its fall in the front. Without the bra, my breasts didn't stick out quite as much but the dress was still stretched tight around me, so you could make out their contours more clearly and my hardening nipples were definitely more prominent. Through the mesh front, I could also see generous hints of flesh in the mirror. Nothing too exhibitionist, just generous hints. I went back into the living room, but picked up a few clothes and a bra which had been lying around on the armchair in the bedroom and put them in the bathroom before I went back in. I didn't want us to come into a messy bedroom when we re-entered. As I walked in, Marco stood up, looking at me. My heart skipped a beat as I figured this was finally the start to our wild evening. It was a false hope. "Is the washroom in there?" he asked me, "Do you mind if I use it?" "Sure, it's straight to the right when you enter the bedroom." I waited for a moment until I heard the bathroom door shut. "What have you guys been up to?" Alan patted to the spot next to him on the sofa. I went and sat next to him. "Nothing much," he said, "Just chatting?" "Are you kidding me? There's a woman here both of you want to fuck, you both know it, I know it. And I guess the fact that we're all here must mean the woman is ok with it too. So what are you guys chatting about?" I was absolutely amazed but also relieved. It seemed the subject of Marco's experience with threesomes had not come up while I had been away. He grinned and raised his hands in defense, "Hey, I don't know. At first, when we came in it seemed bad manners not to offer him some wine, then I didn't know how to change the subject. A couple of times I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. And a couple of times I thought of bringing it up, but then he said something before I could do so." I sighed. "You smell good." He sniffed, snuggling closer to inhale more of the perfume. It was Daisies by Marc Jacob, a scent full of flowers and vanilla, which drives him wild. Whenever I'm getting into bed wanting some action, a couple of whiffs of it generally do the trick. He kisses the intersection of my left shoulder and neck as he inhaled deeply. "Mmm," he whispered, "you taste pretty good too,' as he ran his hand up my leg and started stroking my thigh gently. He kissed his way down to the top of my breasts. I gave a little sigh. This was more like it. He looked up at the sound and saw my red lips close to his face. "Your lips look so kissable," he said, "Did you put your lipstick on again when you went in?" "Lip gloss," I whispered. "What flavor, let's find out?" he bent forward and closed his mouth against mine. He sucked my lip into his mouth and ran his hand up my side until he cupped my breast and squeezed it. I moaned into his mouth, turning into him to give him easier access but he pulled on my lip then let it slide out of his mouth before pulling away a few inches. "Well, someone's gotten rid of her bra," he smiled. "Shows how much you notice," I complained. "Well, I'm noticing right now," as he went back to squeezing my breast and stroking my nipple, twisting it gently through the fabric of my dress. Alan knew how I liked having my breasts teased so he pinched the fabric, lifted it up slightly and then slid it up and down over my engorged nipple. I moaned and put my right leg over his right thigh, pulling his head closer, forcing him to kiss me again. He continued what he was doing to my breast with his left hand, his right on my side holding around my waist. "Marco's going to be out soon...," I told him as he pulled his face away slightly and squeezed my breast. "... And then he can join in." He completed my sentence, squeezing harder this time; his fingers pulling back until they had my nipple taut again, then pressjng down gently. I couldn't resist another moan. "Remember, this means that we've now got to do it with another girl as well." Alan was looking to get a promise out of me while I was vulnerable. He squeezed my nipple again again, this time harder. I was so horny by now I would have agreed to fuck a team of cross-country skiers. "Ummm... ok," I sighed, "But you have to find her." "Okay, deal." Alan was satisfied with that. For now. "What if Marco's changed his mind?" I asked and kissed Alan again biting his lip. "Oh, I don't think he's going to change his mind," Alan gave me small kisses as he spoke as I tried to hold on to his lips with mine, "I've seen how he's been looking at you." My pussy had been smouldering since the time we had walked in, and as he said this, I ground my pelvis against his thigh, trying to press against him, put some pressure on my clit. Alan dropped his hand from my breast to my bare thigh. My dress had crept up quite a bit as I had put my thigh over his legs. His hand on my cool, smooth flesh felt so good as he rubbed up and down the side and took a pause from kissing me. "You never told me what happened on the dance floor. Did you have a slow dance?" he asked me. 'Uh oh', a thought pierced my cloud of lust, 'better watch your step here, sister.' So far, Alan had not asked for me for any details, but he knows me too well and is too smart to not realize that something must have happened which resulted in me conveying Marco's suggestion of a threesome to him as an open possibility rather than with indignation as something I had already shot down for going too far. A brazen lie wouldn't work. He would see right through that. "You never asked," I smiled at him, buying some time by undoing the middle button of his shirt and sliding my hand inside to stroke his chest to refocus him to the task at hand. His hand, meanwhile, was busy stroking my thigh, sliding up and now cupping and squeezing my bum which was still covered with the dress, but barely. "I'm asking now. " He replied. His tone was playful but could change very quickly with the wrong answer. "Yeah, we had a slow dance and he dances well." Honesty is the best policy when lying. "And this turned out you on?" He asked, his hand continuing its slow dance and squeeze. "Yes Alan, it did." "Did he hold you close?" Alan was squeezing harder now, his fingers sliding under my dress stroking the inside of my thighs now. "Yeah he did," I had to choose my words carefully now, "but he was very gentlemanly about it." "You mean he didn't try the grind?" I was on my guard but this conversation, with his hand on my thighs sliding ever closer to my pussy, was making me hotter, and from the subtle changes in Alan's tone I could see it was doing the same for him. I also knew Marco would be out soon and was wondering why he hadn't returned by now. "No, he didn't," I was holding my breath as I felt his fingers approach the crack between my legs. He got ever closer, but slid his hand onto my other cheek as I said these words. "What a fool," he whispered put his hand on my ass and let his middle finger descend ever so slightly, making me wait. I tried to wriggle down slightly lower to make contact but he moved his hand down with me, keeping me wanting, keeping me waiting. I knew what he wanted to hear so I decided to give it to him. Hell, I wanted this finger to touch me right now. I also wanted Marco to come out and join us. "There was this moment when the floor was crowded and the guy behind me lurched into me, so I ended up pressing into him." Alan rewarded me by running his finger down the length of my soaking pussy, getting his fingertip wet. I pressed down. It went in and felt wonderful. "Uhhh," I groaned and continued, "I was pretty turned on by now and didn't mind that at all, my tits squeezed into his chest, and his cock... Alan, his cock felt so hard and so huge, that's when I knew he too was aroused by our dancing." He curled his finger inside me, finding my g-spot and rubbing it hard. I arched my back, my eyes shut, searching hungrily for his mouth. He didn't give it to me. "Do you want to see it? Hold it?" He asked; relentless. With what his finger was doing to my pussy, I wanted his mouth more than anything else in the world. I was to be denied no longer and grabbed his neck, dragging his face against mine sucking wildly on his lip to make my answer clear. I heard a slight sound behind me. How long had Marco been standing there? "You can tell him yourself," Alan started sliding his finger out ever so slowly, keeping the pressure on my pussy wall as he did so. I squirmed as I struggled to turn around to see Marco leaning against the bedroom entrance. He still had his jacket on, I noticed, as he started walking back towards us with a smile on his face. Alan chose the moment I was turning around to shove his finger back inside me so I couldn't suppress a groan. I was conscious of the sight I presented to Marco, my right leg draped around Alan, opening up my pussy, his hand under my dress with his finger obviously inside me, my hair and lipstick already slightly disheveled. I caught a sight of us in the mirror on the wall across. Me and Alan on the couch, with his hand moving gently; his mouth and the area around it looked slightly wet from our kissing. I felt as wanton as I looked, and though I wanted to say the words Alan told me to say, I suddenly felt a little unsure. Instead I pushed Alan slightly to the left to make space for Marco on my right, and turned my head back to Alan to kiss him again. I felt the couch sink slightly with Marco's weight as he sat down. Alan pulled his finger out of me; then I felt him slide my g-string to the side and rub around in the wetness around my crotch. He parted my pussy lips, found my clit and started rubbing it in large, gentle circles. At the same time his right hand came down, tugged at the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my ass onto my waist. The dress had not been covering much, but now my pussy was completely open to Marco sitting behind me. Alan continued to kiss me, his fingers stroking my clit gently, making me squirm. My pussy felt on fire but my mind was also focused on Marco. I was anticipating the moment when he would first touch me. I felt him shift behind me, and sensed more than saw through my slitted eyes, Alan lifting his head from kissing me to make eye-contact with Marco and nod slightly to him. "You guys are so hot," Marco's voice was right behind my head, and then I felt him bend and kiss the side of my neck, licking down to where it joined with my shoulder, sliding his teeth at the same time and biting down gently. I broke my kiss with Alan to moan appreciatively, twisting my neck around to look at what Marco was doing. In the mirror across, I could see all of us now. Me with my dress up, Alan finger fucking me, and Marco nibbling on my shoulder. Alan pulled my face back towards him, then pushed my head back and started showering little kisses on my neck. I was squirming now at this double attention to my sensitive neck when I felt Marco's hands tentatively slide up my waist. Oh, please squeeze my tits, I thought to myself. He didn't disappoint me, as his large hands slid up my body to come around my front. I pushed Alan back slightly. I wanted him to see this with me. Marco's hands covered the front of my dress completely as he cupped me at first, then squeezed gently. If he was surprised at not finding a bra, he didn't give any indication of it as he started rolling my nipples between his fingers. Fifty Steps Ch. 03 Alan sat back and pulled his fingers away from my clit. I groaned in disappointment as he lifted my leg off his thigh and put it back down before sliding his middle finger back in between my legs and into my pussy again. I looked at the mirror, there I was with my legs splayed in front of me, my heels still on, the black g-string pushed to the side, Alan's finger inside me, my dress still bunched up. Marco was nuzzling my neck, squeezing my breasts through my dress. Alan was now sitting slightly across from me to give his left hand clear access to my pussy. I moaned every time Alan pushed his finger into my sopping wet pussy and pressed his finger over my g-spot. I was getting very close to my first orgasm, and no one had even taken off anything yet. Since Alan had now moved slightly back, I could no longer kiss him. But I was hungry for a pair of lips and Marco was right there, so I turned my head to the right, my eyes closed but my mouth seeking his. He immediately complied and found my mouth with a hard, seeking kiss. I loved it. I was now kissing another man who was fondling my breasts while my husband finger-fucked me. The first time I had kissed Marco earlier that night, he had started playfully, building up the intimacy of the kiss, drawing me in. This time there were no such niceties and his kiss demanded an immediate response which I was only too happy to provide. He let go of my breasts, but only to move them as far as the buttons in front and undid the top two before I helped him along by unbuttoning the rest. He quickly slid the dress over my shoulders and I shrugged to help it fall back around my waist, revealing my breasts in all their glory. I opened my eyes and looked at Alan. His finger was moving in and out faster now, making me breathless. His eyes were fixed on us as he witnessed my unveiling. Marco's hands came down again, feeling my naked tits for the first time. And what a feel it was. He glided his hands down the curve of my chest over my breasts, following their contours until he came to the bottom. Then he slowly covered them; my breath was shallow as my focus was on these hands; and squeezed gently. He continued with the gentle strokes. It was clear to me that although he was aroused, he was still feeling inhibited in Alan's presence. If this night was going to live up to its promise, that had to stop so I decided to do something about it. I bit down hard on his lip. This caused him to squeeze hard, and I moaned into his mouth. "Yes baby. Squeeze them hard. I want to feel you big hands squeezing my tits, I want you to make me scream." Alan gave an extra hard rub on my g-spot so I knew I had hit the right note. Hearing me say that must have helped Marco make up his mind because he slowly pulled his hands away from me while squeezing my tits harder, it all culminating in a tug on my nipples and a hard pinch. This in turn almost pushed me over the edge and I ground my pussy hard into Alan's hand, urging his finger in deeper. Marco repeated this move a few times. My breasts, at 34C, are full and firm with nipples that stand up proudly, pointing slightly upwards when erect. Marco's hands were so large that when he put them on my breasts he covered them entirely and I could not see them at all except for the points of the nipple he was squeezing between his forefingers and middle fingers. "Marco," I managed to giggle between my moans, "take off your jacket." He didn't take his eyes off me as he smiled, quickly stood up and shrugged off his jacket. Then, just as quickly, he undid a couple more of the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off over his head before tossing it on to the other sofa. I squirmed and sighed as Alan added the ring finger to the one already inside me, taking my eyes off Marco just for a second to look at Alan. He looked like he was concentrating hard on his fingers but his eyes were locked on me and what I was doing. His finger slid in easily; my pussy was slick with wetness and I went back to checking out my bit of eye-candy as he disrobed partially. Marco's shoulders and chest looked close to just how I imagined they would be. His arms were well defined and muscular, but not the overly large arms of a body-builder. His chest was broad and powerful, and while he didn't exactly have the six-pack, I could have no complaints about his stomach being flabby. His chest was smooth, with very little hair; however there was some hair on his stomach which grew thicker in the area immediately below his navel leading down to his crotch. I noticed his pants were tenting noticeably on one side and knowing the size of the cock creating the tent, I wanted to see it again badly. I would have to wait though. He slid back into his position behind me. I sighed and leaned back into him as he brought his hands around once again to attack my breasts. This is the life, I thought dreamily. To my left sat Alan with his fingers pistoning into me. To my right, Marco with his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts. "Kiss me," I told Alan and leaned forward. Marco adjusted his position to retain his grip on me. Alan leaned in and gave me a quick, wet kiss before plunging his fingers hard into me. "Ahhhh," I was quite loud I think, as I felt my pussy clench and pulled away from Alan to fall back onto Marco's chest. My head now was close to his and I tilted my head so that he could kiss me. His kiss this time was gentler, but his fingers were seriously busy by now. I love my nipples being squeezed hard; that makes my pussy cream and throb. Not only was Marco squeezing them, he was also applying the double whammy of the twist. I let my right hand drift onto his lap. The cock under his pants was hard as a rock now and seemed almost as thick as my wrist. I wanted to take it out, feel it in my hands, but my attention right now was too distracted by the hands on my body, so contented myself with slowly stroking the shaft through his pants, squeezing it from time to time. Marco started running his hands down my body to my waist, and then back up to my tits, enveloping them, and continuing what he was doing to the nipples. I felt the cock I was stroking strain against the fabric of his boxer shorts and trousers. "Your hands feel so good," I told him as he stroked me. "You have magnificent tits" He bit the lobe as he spoke into my ear. "I've wanted to feel them all evening. They feel so good in my hands; it's like a perfect fit." I remember wanting to say something to Alan but my body was now beginning to twitch and spasm. Alan's fingers were now going crazy inside me, rubbing my pussy and stretching it out. He suddenly switched the angle, going even deeper, making his fingertips walk over my g-spot, adding his thumb to rub my clit as well, and I couldn't hold it together any longer. My moans got louder as I arched my back and tried to ram my pussy down onto his fingers. Marco stopped stroking my tits, focusing just on increasing the pressure on my nipples and pulling them away from my body. "Oh fuck," I groaned, "Don't stop, I'm cumming." My body shook violently, and I could hear wet, squishing noises as Alan continued to finger-fuck me rapidly. I could feel the waves in my pussy spread outwards and i could do nothing but abandon myself as I felt them wash over me. My hand squeezed down on Marco's cock so hard I'm sure it must have hurt, and my ass lifted off the sofa as my body flexed. Slowly, I felt my tensed muscles relax as the orgasm receded and I returned to earth. Alan's fingers were still inside me but he couldn't move them because my pussy was still so super-clenched and my thighs had clamped down on his hand just as I had started to cum. "You'd better take your fingers out of there," I giggled, feeling slightly giddy, "I need to catch my breath." In response, Alan wriggled his fingers inside me but made no move to draw them out. "That's not out," I objected, still breathless, "I really need a couple of minutes. Plus why are the two of you still wearing clothes?" Alan finally pulled his fingers out of me, drawing a moan from me as they exited. I had thankfully not come close to squirting, but my pussy had leaked big time and I could feel the wet spot under me. He leaned across and kissed me, and I kissed him back languidly. "Oh baby, that was amazing," I said softly. "Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying it and it was super-sexy to watch." Alan grinned. "What did you think Marco?" "I think Lucy is the sexiest woman I've ever met." Marco had stopped squeezing my breasts for the moment, but his hands were still cupping them. Other than the sexy visual it presented, I also liked the feel of his rough hands against my soft skin and slender body. My nipples were feeling a little sensitive after his rough treatment, so I didn't mind the break. "So have you had enough?" Alan was being cheeky. "Are you kidding? Now get those clothes off." I wanted to reach out and take off my heels as well, but my body still felt limp so I just sat there with my legs spread, leaning against Marco, resuming my stroking of his cock. "Why don't you take my pants off?" Marco suggested. I looked up at Alan. He was already undressing. He took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks. "Shake that booty," I called out to him. Alan grinned at me, then got up and did a mock little dance as he undid his belt and trousers before sliding them off. Underneath, he was wearing a pair of cute orange boxer briefs I had got him which sat in a very snug way on his butt. Alan had done a double take when I first fished them out of the shopping bag but they were comfortable and he reluctantly agreed to wear them when I told him they looked sexy on him. He looked hot as he now just stood there in them, obviously hard cock making a bulge in the front. He took off the boxers and sat down close to me with his cock about half-erect. I made a kissing face at him, so he leaned in and kissed me gently. "That was so much fun," I whispered. "There's much more to come," he smiled back. Marco had released my breasts, but I could still see the red marks from his fingers on the firm, creamy flesh where he had been squeezing it. I shifted slightly to kiss Alan better, still stroking Marco through his pants. "Open my belt and take off my pants," Marco ordered me. I looked at Alan for approval. He just smiled his consent. "Take it out," Marco nodded encouragingly, "I want to feel your hand on my cock." I used both hands to unbuckle Marco's belt, then his trousers. He raised himself to help me slide down his pants and briefs down below his knees. I had to bend to push his pants down, and his erect cock sprang up and almost hit me in the face as it was released. And there it was, out in the open for Alan and I to see, looking huge rising out of the bed of trimmed pubic hair at its base. I was happy to see the hair there. Alan and I watch porn sometimes, and it bothers me to see men with waxed or shaved penises. Marco had a pornstar-size cock, but happily he had not shaved all the hair around it. But it was the cock itself which held my attention. I could see it a lot more clearly in the brighter light of our living room than I had been able to see earlier in his dimly-lit room, and in the brighter light it looked a little friendlier than it had earlier. I reached out timidly and ran one hand over Marco's stomach, not touching his cock yet. He waited patiently for me to touch it, as I looked back to Alan. "Baby, it's huge," I whispered. Alan was also staring at Marco's cock. I thought for a second that he was having second thoughts after seeing its size and Marco's body. Volleyball Jordan flashed through my mind for an instant. "Go ahead, touch it." Alan's voice had the quiver of excitement in it. If he was feeling insecure he certainly wasn't exhibiting any signs of it. I touched it, first running my fingernails along the length of his cock, then using my fingertips to stroke it delicately. It seemed to strain towards my hand and grow stiffer, but that was probably just my imagination. I wanted to put on a show for Alan; we had talked about this moment for so long and I wanted to create visuals which would remain in his mind. And I also wanted the experience to be memorable for Marco, my new conquest. I put my right hand around the base of the shaft. It didn't close around it, leaving a gap between my thumb and fingers. I put my left hand over the right. About an inch of the shaft and the darker red-colored head still poked through uncovered. The fact that his cock was circumcised had surprised me earlier since I had thought most European men were uncut. I wasn't complaining though... I prefer a circumcised cock. It just smells and feels cleaner to me. I know that's probably incorrect, but it's just a personal quirk. His penis was rock-hard, warm to my touch and throbbing with restrained power. The skin felt silken soft though. I wondered whether he had washed himself since he had been inside me. I couldn't see any traces of dried cum or my juices so I guessed he had. I pumped my hands up and down very slowly a couple of times, staring at the size of the penis in my hands. Marco was looking at me intensely. It felt like time had slowed down. How had that thing fit inside me, I wondered, and could I do it again? I drew my bottom hand away and cupped his balls. The sac filled my hand and his balls felt heavy. I gripped his cock with both hands again and pumped it a couple more times. Marco groaned. I looked up, he was smiling. I turned my head and looked at Alan. So was he. "It's so big," I whispered to Alan as I continued to pump Marco, who had thrown his head back but still had his eyes open and fixed on me, "It's scary." "Its ok," he said encouragingly, stroking my arm, "It'll be ok." "I don't know if I can take this." "We'll find out," he gave me a brief but loving kiss. "I want to see how it tastes." "Go ahead, I want to see you suck it." I noticed Alan's hand was gently stroking his own cock so I turned my attention back to Marco. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I asked him innocently, continuing to pump it slowly, squeezing it and relaxing my grip. His focus on me and my hands had never wavered. "Ahhh, yes baby, I want you to suck my cock," he breathed back. No surprises there. I pulled my right hand out of the way as I lowered my head towards his cock. From this close up, it seemed absolutely massive and I wondered for a second whether my mouth would hurt from being stretched if I took it in. I decided to delay the moment for all of us and licked up the length of one side. It felt salty, and I could swear I smelled and tasted traces of my own pussy juices towards the bottom of the shaft. This discovery turned me on more, and I wanted to know if I had guessed right so I licked him slowly all around, taking extra care to roll my tongue around the base, find as many traces of my own fluids as I could. My one hand kept on pumping him, rubbing his cock against my face at times as I licked it all over, my tongue leaving generous amounts of saliva in its wake. Marco had the fingers of one hand through my hair on my head. He made no move to control the direction of my movements but once or twice while I was licking around the sides he pressed my head down harder to create more pressure between my tongue and the hand holding his cock. Ah, I thought, someone like to be squeezed. His cock was wet from all the licking by now, as I pushed it back and licked along the underside, looking up straight into his eye, squeezing him hard as I pumped him. He threw his head back for the first time since we had started. "Oh yeah, that feels amazing." I didn't want to risk pulling his trigger so soon so I relaxed my grip a little and resumed stroking slowly with both hands. My hands slid up and down smoothly now that his cock was slick with my spit. "Oh God, I want you to take me in your mouth so badly," Marco said. I gave him a sexy smile and looked at Alan. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him. He reached around across me, grabbed my left hand and pulled it around to his cock which by now was almost fully erect. "Feel this." He said in answer. "Mmmm...," this power to turn on two men was giving me a headrush, "oh yeah baby, but save it for me. Now I'm going to suck his cock. Is that ok?" "Yeah. I want to see you do it." "How do you want me to suck it?" Marco moaned in the background as I pumped his cock with my right hand, let go of it and ran my hand slowly over the head, then went back to stroking it. "Any way you like. I want to see you enjoy sucking his cock, being turned on, no holding back." He told me as I stroked him slowly. "Are you sure?" I wanted to be sure he was sure. "Yes, I'm sure." He was sure. I sank down again, no tricks this time, and went straight for his cock. It slipped inside my mouth quite easily despite its size. I don't know why I'd been underestimating how wide my mouth can open. My tongue tried to wrap around it but that was a bridge too far. I wasn't used to the girth, so it hit the roof of my mouth pretty quickly and I had to bob back up again. A thick strand of saliva still connected my mouth to his beautiful cock. If there's anything in the porn that Alan and I watch sometimes that turns me on, it's the sight of a hot woman pulling away from a blowjob with those sexy beads of saliva, and then following them down back to the cock. Seeing this generally in me going down on Alan in a kind of a frenetic game in which I try to suck him into cumming while he tries to hold out. I generally win. So seeing this translucent chain made me feel for a second like I was in a porn video. What should I do next? I gave the broad head a wet swirl with my tongue before taking it in again. This time I went down a little more slowly and managed to take a bit more before I pulled him out. Still, not more than four inches or so. Marco had now closed his eyes, I saw. His fingers were back in my hair. That felt really sexy. I felt as if he were demanding my mouth back on his cock, even though he wasn't putting any pressure on my head. I couldn't get him much deeper at this angle, I realized. "Baby, take my heels off," I asked Alan, "I want to lie across you and suck his cock." Alan took a break from slowly stroking his cock to quickly take my shoes off and I shifted till I was now lying on my stomach on the sofa, propped up on my elbows with my thighs across his lap, my feet hanging off the sofa's arm. Marco reached down to touch my breast but I pushed his hand away. I didn't want to be touched just yet, plus my nipples were still sensitive after my orgasm. This was my time in control. I licked up the sides of his cock again as he signaled his approval with a drawn out "Oh yeah," then slipped the head back in my mouth. The taste of pre-cum was stronger now. I have a weird relationship with cum. On the whole, I think I would enjoy sex better if it wasn't for the messiness of cum. It's all over the place, then you have to clean it because I hate messes, and then you are left with that sticky sensation. The taste of pre-cum is a turn-on, I like it in my mouth when I'm going down on Alan, the feeling that my mouth is exciting him enough to make him leak is a high, but I hate the taste of cum when a guy has his orgasm. Never have I let a man cum in my mouth, not even Alan. Anyway, as I said, I don't have a problem with pre-cum, and I was enjoying the feeling of Marco's slightly salty emission as it spread into my mouth. Marco thrust in slightly which made me pull back at first as his cock pushed in deeper but I quickly got used to the feeling of his width in my mouth even though I'd never had anything this wide in there before. His cock felt warm and comfortable in my mouth, filling it up, but I could only manage to take in just about half before I had to come back up for air. I settled into a comfortable rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his cock letting my teeth occasionally graze the head ever so slightly (which he seemed to enjoy), and alternating that with wet licks all around. Throughout this, my hand never stopped pumping him. Fifty Steps Ch. 03 Alan shifted behind me and patted my butt. "Lift up a bit, let me take off the dress," he said. I lifted myself slightly and he pulled the dress off over my butt and on to the floor. "Hey," I protested, "Don't toss it like that. Please put it neatly" He smacked my bottom in response. I squealed in surprise at the sting, but it only hurt for an instant before it faded away, leaving behind a lovely glow. "Take my panties off as well," I told him. "I want them on for a while," he said, stroking my butt lovingly, "the thong looks so sexy on you." His cock was rock hard by now and he started rubbing it against the smooth sides of my thighs. He pressed down and guided it with his hand, rubbing it against the curvature of my ass. I let go of Marco's cock for a second to turn my head and look back upon the sexy sight of his cock against me, then turned back and went back to what I had been doing earlier. Marco's movements were becoming a little frantic as I tried to take him deeper. I was not prepared to let him cum. He had already cum once earlier and I wanted him to be able to put that hard cock inside me again, so I took him out of my mouth and licked down the shaft all the way down to his balls. As I sucked on his balls, his cock stood erect in front of my face and I could feel the top pressing against my forehead. Man it was large! I had never had this sensation before, and the feeling along with the musky odor coming from him started to get my pussy wet again. Alan had been helping with that too, rubbing my ass, letting his hand drift dangerously close to my pussy but not actually touching it because he knew how sensitive I get for a few minutes after reaching an orgasm. I'm ok when there is a cock inside me and I can continue if the man hasn't cum and doesn't pull out, but if the orgasm is from fingers or oral, then I need a few minutes to recover before my erogenous zones can stand much touching. I licked him all around, then used the spit to pump him while squeezing. Marco groaned, and the amount of precum flowing into my mouth increased. "Oh, you're such good little cocksucker." He sighed, "I want you to take me in deeper." I liked a challenge, so I held my breath and sank down, my hand stroking his balls and the other trying to shove as much of his cock inside my mouth. This time I managed to get more in, maybe about six inches, before I gagged and pulled out, depositing the thread of saliva back on his cock. Marco was moaning constantly now. Behind me, Alan had for some reason stuck his cock into the waistband of my panties which was now holding it flat against my ass. I could feel the warmth from his cock on my skin, and was starting to want it inside me before too long. I moved my head up and down rapidly, first creating then releasing pressure on his cock as I sucked. He started to move his hips to try and fuck my mouth but I wanted to play out a few more scenes we had imagined. "Come on," I gasped, "let's move this into the bedroom." I stood up and waited for Marco to take off his shoes and socks. He kicked off his pants and stood up; his massive cock pointing straight at me. I was admiring the sight when he pulled me closer, pressing up against me, my tits crushed into his broad chest. Seeing this, Alan moved in behind me, pressing into me. This was wild. I could feel the length of Marco's cock against my stomach and Alan against the top of my ass and their heat seemed to be seeping directly into my pussy. "Mmmm," I moaned, "this is so sexy." "You are so sexy," Alan whispered, "I can't tell you how hot you looked going down on him." He may not have been able to tell me in words but the hardness of the cock pressing into me made his feelings perfectly clear. Marco's arms felt massive as I felt them, but at this moment I wanted more than this group hug, hot thought it felt. "Come on," I said, breaking loose and heading to the bedroom. The men followed me in obediently as I patted myself on the back mentally for having the foresight to clear up the clothes earlier. Alan turned on the nightlights on the bedside tables as I sat on one side. Marco stood next to me and waited. His cock, only half-erect now but still massive, hung invitingly close to my breasts. I needed no further invitation. I reached out to grab it and pulled him closer into me so I could rub his cock against my smooth skin. My nipple was so swollen, it looked much darker than the shade of pale pink it generally is, and as I rubbed his cock on my breast I made sure I rubbed extra hard against the nipple. Marco's cock responded instantly and I could feel it getting back to full-hardness against me. I rubbed it in harder now until it was even harder. He reached out to touch my hair but made no move to pull my head onto his cock. He had learnt by now that I would eventually get there and was content to wait. "You're such a tease," he smiled at me through clenched teeth. "Alan, come here," I called him to Alan as I smiled back at Marco before spitting on his hard cock for lubrication as my hand slithered up and down its length. Alan had been stroking his hard cock as he watched us from a few feet away and walked across to my other side. I reached out with my other hand so he let go and let me take over stroking duties. I wrestled up enough saliva to spit on his cock too as I stroked him. Up until tonight, Alan's was the largest cock I had ever experienced. Hell, for the last decade this was the only cock I had experienced. At 7 inches, Alan is also quite thick and fills me up nicely. I think I've mentioned before that his cock has a downward curve, and that curve makes it easier for me to try and deepthroat him. I say "try" because I've never completely managed it however gamely I've tried. I've seen videos of women taking in a huge 10 inch pole and read the articles where the bottom line seems to be the ability to let your throat relax enough to having the cock slide down. I guess I'm just not that good at relaxing my throat. Anyway, I digress yet again. My bottom-line is that I loved Alan's cock and his body, and loved nothing more at the end of the day than to curl up with him, but somewhere inside there had always lurked this desire for sexual adventure beyond the ordinary, and for whatever reason this had burst forth tonight in such a manner that it potentially jeopardized my future with Alan. I had already lived out one fantasy so hidden I had always kept it from Alan for fear that sharing it with him would make him feel a little insecure about me, given that our work lives kept us apart from each other regularly. And I was in the middle of a second one. All in the space of one night. I stroked both cocks, spitting more on them in turn, smiling at both men as I did it. Both men had their eyes fixed on me now. "Are you having fun?" I asked Alan. "Yes," he was trying very hard to maintain his unflappable exterior "Good," I told him, "'cause we're just getting started." I hadn't had Alan in my mouth since we had begun and I could not restrain myself any longer so lowered my head and took in as much of his cock as I could. Going down on Marco earlier must have loosened some muscles because I took in about 5 inches at the first go, which is more than I usually manage on the first try. "Ohhhh... that feels great," Alan said as I held my pose for as long as I could before pulling back to draw breath. Strands of saliva broke free. This looked so sexy, I had to let go of Marco to concentrate on Alan for a while, going down on him repeatedly and gagging till I bottomed out at six inches with tears beginning to ooze from my eyes. My saliva had dripped down to his balls and I rubbed it in with my hands. The angle I was going down on him was unusual for us and I could feel his cock pressing into my cheek as I tried to swallow him. His cock felt different, and it must have felt really good to him too because he suddenly pulled himself out of my mouth. "You've gotta stop," he gasped, "otherwise I'm gonna cum." I didn't want him to cum just yet either so I let go but my hunger for cock was not to be denied. "But I need a cock to suck," I pouted. "Suck mine," offered Marco helpfully from the other side. "What do you think baby?" I asked innocently. My hand was once again full of Marco's stiff cock. "If you won't let me suck your cock, can I suck his?" Alan had just told me do this and seen me do it minutes earlier, but he knows I love milking the moment so he played along. "Yes, you can do that." I wanted to give Alan a show and he already seen me go down on Marco sitting between them so I moved from the bed to the floor, still stroking Marco's cock. Fascinated, I watched it grow larger in my focus as he drew closer, anxious to feel himself back in my mouth. At the last moment, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to let him in. He pushed on till the first four inches or so were in, then stopped and held his position. I felt him throb in my mouth as I rubbed my tongue over as much cock as it could find, trying frantically to cover it with saliva. I felt Marco grab my head with both hands, but his grip was harder this time as he pushed me back. I came off reluctantly, sucking hard, applying so much suction that he groaned but did not relent. He held me there as his cock left my mouth, and I saw him exchange a look with Alan over my shoulder. It must have been affirmative because he smiled and pushed back inside. "You want to suck my cock?" For the first time that night, I heard the Italian accent in his English. It made me think of Danny in Grease, who had been my unlikely movie crush since I was 15, which is how old I was when I first watched the movie to the backdrop of a hot makeout session with a senior from my school I was kinda seeing. I rushed through the make out to watch more of the movie, I remember, and then shut my eyes and pretended I was kissing Danny. Pretty lame, I know. "Let me show you how to suck my cock," Marco was going on as he pushed and pulled back. He pushed my hand away, rubbing his cock all over my face. With his size, the cock covered a substantial portion of my face as I opened my mouth and tried to inhale it back in every time it came within range. "You want it back, you sexy bitch?" Marco was not going to give it back to me so easily, "I want you to touch your pussy first." I put my hands in between my legs. My pussy was wet again, the moisture already seeping to the outer lips as I rubbed them and drew it up to wet my clit. He pushed his cock back into my mouth and I opened wide to let him in. There was no subtlety in his method now as he tugged on my hair and guided me back on forth his cock. I opened as wide as I could, trying to relax my throat to avoid gagging and let him use my mouth. After a couple of tries, he figured out my gag-point and it became really fun after that. Every so often he would pull me off his cock and make me lick him as he rubbed his wet cock all over my face and neck, telling me to keep on playing with my pussy, which I was all too willing to do. "Do you like sucking my cock?" He was pulling on my nipples now as I rubbed his wet cock on my face and tits, getting into the spirit of sexy nastiness. "I love sucking your big cock," I whispered, running it between my tits, "It fills my mouth and tastes so good. It's so big I don't think it will fit inside me." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alan continuing to play with himself. Part of me was still unsure about the level of dirty talk in front of him. "Oh, trust me, it will fit." Both of us knew it would fit, but having it in my hand and seeing it at such close proximity again was intimidating. He had shoved it inside once, but would I be able to let it in again? And had he been in all the way, or was that just a trick of memory and the dim light? I was settling into a nice rhythm, alternating between rubbing my clit and slipping two fingers inside my soaking pussy, when he suddenly pushed hard and pulled my head hard on to his cock at the same time, jamming it into my throat. This caused me to gag in reflex and I pulled back, coughing. He let go as I my continued to cough for a few seconds, then reached out to try and help me. I waved him away. Alan too had stopped stroking his cock and was looking slightly concerned. "It's ok," I croaked, "I just need to catch my breath." "Are you sure? I'm sorry I got a little carried away," Marco sounded concerned. "Yes, but I need to move to the bed now. My knees are hurting." And they were. Marco offered me his hand and led me to the bed. I climbed on and moved on all fours to the middle of the bed, giving the guys a full view of my tight butt and soaking pussy and sat down leaning back against the pillows with my legs stretched out in front. My sexual momentum had been disrupted temporarily as a result of the coughing fit, but my pussy was still soaking and ready to resume. Alan settled next to me and pulled me into him for a deep kiss. I kissed him back passionately, my eyes closed, feeling how good his body felt against mine. I felt Marco settle down next to me and felt his hands, cool and rough against my skin. Alan broke away from our kiss and licked his way down to my left nipple, taking it in his mouth and attempting to suck in as much as he could. I gasped as he planted little bites on my left breast and nipple, leaving a red mark wherever his teeth had been. He was kneading my right breast with his other hand before he licked across the valley between my breasts and onto the right nipple. I love it when my tits get attention, my nipples are super-sensitive, and this treatment was just what I needed. He then pressed my breasts together so that my long, erect nipples were close to each other, then stuck his tongue out and rapidly alternated between licking both nipples. My pussy was flowing furiously now and I could feel little spasms in tandem to the movement of his wet tongue. I offered Alan my breasts even more, wanting him to suck on both nipples at the same time but he continued to torment me with his wide licks, also biting my nipples which caused more electric shocks in my body. "Your skin is so smooth, and I love your shaved pussy," Marco remarked his hands stroked my thighs. I was itching for his touch on my pussy but he was taking it slow. "Ahhhh..." I was loud when he ran his finger over my pussy lips then slowly forced it in. God, his finger felt fat inside me, and I clenched my legs to the thought of what his cock was going to feel like. Marco felt around inside me till he found the rougher texture of my g-spot, and starting rubbing it in circles. I was having trouble concentrating on what both pairs of hands were doing to me and finding it difficult to remain upright. My body gradually slipped down the pillows until I was lying on my back with my eyes squeezed shut, moaning constantly, Alan kneading and sucking on my tits, and Marco finger-fucking me with growing intensity. My body was in a state of almost constant spasms as both men continued to stimulate it. "I need to have your cock in my mouth," I implored Alan "Shhhh," he paused only momentarily before returning to my breasts. "Don't Shhh me," I snapped at him, "give me your cock." I felt around till I found his penis and tugged at it steadily until Alan gave in and shifted closer, kneeling on one side of me so I could turn my head and suck him in. He fed me his cock, slipping in just the head into my mouth so that I could lick off the precum. I was frantic with desire by now and gobbled it up, slobbering over it, biting it, rubbing it over me. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, you know," Alan spoke as he fucked my mouth, "can't tell you how hot this is, how hot you look sucking that cock." I mumbled incoherently into his cock as I felt Marco parting my legs. Was he going to try and insert his cock into me? Suddenly, I felt a surge of fear that it would really hurt, but then felt his tongue flick my clit hard as he tried to rotate his finger inside me. Flick! I spasmed, trying to keep Alan in my mouth. Marco had my legs pinned under his arms with his head between my legs and all I could do was feebly press down on his shoulders while he rolled his tongue over my clit, flicking it with the tip. His tongue and fingers were turning my insides to jelly. I knew he would make me cum soon if he continued and having cum twice already, I wanted to keep on building up before I came again. I couldn't really think straight anymore but I knew I wanted to taste both cocks at the same time, enacting out a hot scene from a porn movie I had watched once. "Marco," I scooted upwards a few inches to remove my pussy from his face. He looked up; his mouth was covered with my juices and the sweet smell of my sex hung in the air, "Bring your cock here." Marco moved up the bed to kneel on my other side, and I reached out to run my fingernails over the back of his cock making it jerk upwards. A large drop of precum formed on the tip, and I gathered it and spread it over the large head. "You are such a slut with a cock in each hand." This was my husband. I lay back on the pillows as I pumped their cocks. "Mmmmm, I wanna taste you both," Both men moved a little closer as I turned to my left and sucked in Alan's cock before doing the same thing to Marco. With my hand I continued to stroke the cock not occupying my mouth at that moment. I had wanted this for so long; two cocks for my pleasure, that I just couldn't get enough of them. I love sucking cock. I love the feeling of power it gives me, and having these two specimens eager to please me at my beck and call was going to my head. There was obviously a substantial difference in size, but what I was really struck by was the difference in taste. Marco was saltier than Alan and his pre-cum flow was a little greater as well, but not to the point that I was put off by it. He was also the more aggressive and demanding lover, not content to lay back and let me do my work and kept moving my head around to have his cock sucked and licked as he wanted, pulling out of my mouth and rubbing it across my face again and again. Alan, for the most part, is a gentle lover and I was getting off on the feeling of being used for pleasure. Both men urged me on with ooohs and ahs. I lay back and let them fuck my mouth, and this time Marco was careful not to push in too much. He seemed to love having his balls played with, and kept telling me to pull them and suck them hard. I followed his instructions even though I was scared of hurting him, but soon realized this was intensely pleasurable for him. Alan's balls have a smattering of hair on them, but Marco's balls were either shaved or hairless. I was enjoying sucking them without random bits of hair coming into my mouth and made a mental note to get Alan to shave his sac too. I was so caught up in pleasuring both men that I had pulled them in closer to me. There they stood, on either side, their swords pointing proudly in front of, the tips almost touching as my tongue floated from one head over to the other. Marco tried to put his fingers inside me but I couldn't bear to have my attention distracted at this time, and pushed his hand away so he turned his attention to playing with my breasts and pinching my nipples which ensured that my pussy juices continued flowing unabated. I had a mischievous thought then and brought the two cocks closer. Before the men could realize what was happening, I was rubbing both heads against each other; my tongue providing rich lubrication on and around. I had wondered whether either guy would flip out but Alan started laughing which led to Marco following suit. Both seemed unflustered so I continued with my slow licks, wanting to take them both into my mouth. This was clearly an impossibility, so I contented myself with by holding both cocks sideways while I closed my lips around both ends as I licked. I pressed them together harder, grinding them, sucked up all the spit in my mouth and deposited it on both heads and slid those slippery cocks down my face and neck onto my breasts, rubbing them in, spreading my saliva over my full tits. Their breaths had gotten shallow as they watched the show, and Alan reached back to push his finger into my dripping pussy. Fifty Steps We hit the dance floor and the man could dance. He led me around expertly, twirling me and showing off his moves. I was thoroughly enjoying myself following his lead and we fell into a good understanding quickly. Throughout the time we were dancing, whenever we came together he kept a respectable distance between our bodies but I had ample opportunity to feel his shoulders and arms and they felt like they were solid. I started thinking idly to myself whether his body was as hard all over, and began to feel the first hint of a tingle in my pussy. After about ten minutes of this, I was somewhat breathless so he pulled me off the floor and suggested we attend to our drinks while caught our breath. "Your husband is not back yet?" he asked? I looked at my watch. It had been about thirty five minutes since he left. "I guess not." We both sipped our drinks and continued to chat. After about five minutes, the DJ put on a sexy, slow song with a killer groove. Marco got up again, "Are you ready to go back?" "Sure," I said and got up. He followed me to the floor. I noticed that this time he had his hand on the small of my back as he walked closely behind. Once we were on the floor, which was packed by now, we only had room now to dance closely together. By now, I totally didn't mind and was quite into this sexy man dancing close to me. He held me closer to him so that my breasts were pressed lightly into his chest but our groins were still some distance apart. He looked down at my tits pressing into him. Because of the push up bra, they were pressed together tightly and he got a good view of my cleavage. He caught me looking and smiled "That's a great view. You can't blame a man for looking." "As long as looking is all he does," I teased him. Damn, I could feel my pussy actually beginning to tingle now. Just then the couple dancing behind me lurched and the guy's butt pushed into me propelling me forward into Marco. Or rather, into Marco's groin to be more precise. Oh, hello what have we here? I thought to myself as I felt a wide band of hardness across my crotch and upper right thigh. I was caught there in the press for something like ten seconds, still dancing slowly with the guy behind me pressing into me and pressing into Marco's cock. Marco either couldn't move back or didn't want to move back so I had no escape from this. During this time, I could feel that it seemed wide and long, and towards the end I confess I actually tried to angle my body so that I could press my clit into it. Suddenly the guy behind me moved away and I was free to draw back. My face felt flushed but my pussy was now definitely wet. I had enough alcohol in my system to loosen my inhibitions, and this sexy man was definitely turning me on big time in a way that I hadn't been aroused in years. Alan and I had been together for about ten years and I had not even kissed another guy since we had started dating, so this was a totally novel experience for me. Sure, there had been plenty of men who had tried to chat me up in various situations, some I had even half-flirted back with, but never had I found myself drunk, with my crotch pressed against a seemingly huge, hard cock. What would it be like to kiss someone with facial hair, I wondered. Alan is clean-shaven, and I had actually never dated anyone who wore a cropped beard. Steady on, I warned myself, you need to slow this down. The song had also ended so I turned around and walked off the floor. Marco followed me. "Sorry about falling into you," I said. "The guy behind bumped you, you couldn't help it," he was gracious," and I must confess, I enjoyed the experience." And lecherous. "Yes, I noticed," I replied, feeling my face redden, "and I also noticed that you didn't move away." "There were people behind me," he said, "there was nowhere to go. Lucky me." Suddenly I felt like I could kill for a smoke. I smoke about half a pack a day and I'd not had one since we had walked into the Waldorf since this was a non-smoking hotel. "I really need to have a cigarette," I told Marco. I also wanted Alan to come back now. "Why don't we go outside and you can have a smoke," he volunteered. "It's too damn far to go for a smoke," I shook my head. And it was true. "Well, I have another idea," he smiled, "there's another spot here less than 50 steps from here where you can smoke in peace." "50 steps, huh?" I said, "That's precise." "I'm nothing but precise," he smiled, "Do you want to see it?" "Sure, let's see this secret smoking spot of yours. And if it's anything over fifty steps, you're buying the next round." "And if it is within fifty steps?" he smiled meaningfully. "I don't know. What would you like?" I played along again. This flirting thing was fun. "A kiss." "A kiss?" I said, pretending to be shocked. Inside, my stomach was churning a bit. I had been thinking of what his face would feel against mine just a few minutes ago. There was no denying the warmth in my panties now. " I don't think I could do that. I'm a married woman, you know." "Come on, it's just a kiss," he insisted. "Let's first see whether it's fifty steps or not and then we'll decide." It had been forty five minutes now since Alan had left. I figured it would take me about ten minutes to have a smoke, maybe kiss Marco once or twice, and be back at the bar. My mind was in a twirl. I was definitely aroused and I knew it was dangerous to go anywhere with Marco at this point. At the same time, it was just for a smoke. And maybe for a kiss. I hadn't kissed a man since I had first kissed Alan ten years ago and I realized I wanted to know what it was like to kiss another man for the first time. Very badly. I grabbed my bag, "let's go." He finished his drink and led me out. "One, two, three..." I counted, as I walked out. "Hey, that's not fair," he protested, "You're supposed to count from the time we exit the bar." "You didn't say that," I declared flatly, "you said fifty steps from where we were." I too could play hardball. "Okay," he shrugged, smiling. We were already up to twelve by the time we walked out the door of the bar, even though our table was close to the exit. He turned me to the left. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen... twenty four," We stopped in front of the elevators and he pressed the call button. We entered, which was another three steps and he pressed the button to the fourteenth floor. We walked out into the corridor to the right and he led me rapidly down it until we came to room 1415 on the right. I was only at forty-four. "Here you are," he walked me through the door, "It's not a smoking room, but there's a balcony with a couple of chairs. You can walk through from there." He pointed to the French doors at the end. "What number were you at?" "Forty-four," I conceded grudgingly, "but you didn't tell me you were bringing me to your room." "I told you I was bringing you to a place you could smoke," he countered, "and there it is. Don't let me get between a lady and her smoke." He was right, and I wanted the smoke, so I walked out onto the balcony and lit my cigarette, feeling the smoke flood my lungs and the nicotine start to course through my veins. Marco's balcony looked down upon the Coliseum and the moonlight view at this time of night was amazing. I heard the French doors open as he walked out. "The view from here is amazing," he said from right behind me. "I know," I replied, "I'm loving looking down on it from above." "That's not the view I was talking about," he lightly touched both my arms, "has anyone told you recently that you have the most magnificent ass and legs." "Shush, sir, I'm a married woman," I said. I was calm on the outside but my stomach was churning. Here I was, alone in this man's hotel room. A man whom I had been flirting and dancing with non-stop for almost the last hour, and who obviously fancied me as much as I fancied him. As I said before, Alan had been my only lover since we met and though we had sometimes fantasized in bed about threesomes and other people, we had never seriously considered such a situation materializing. I had also always complained that he had hooked up with more people than I had before we had met, so I should be allowed a few just so I could catch up with him in terms of sexual experience. Was Alan back at the bar now? Was he looking for me? All these thoughts were whizzing through my mind as I felt Marco's strong hands stroke my bare shoulders. His hands were gentle and firm, and felt good. Then he suddenly stepped forward, moving his hands down to my sides and gently pulling me back as he nuzzled my neck. Uh oh, I thought, time to leave. But the coarse hair on his face felt good against the soft skin on my neck and without wanting to, my body instinctively pushed back against him. I could feel his hardness against my butt and I gave a gentle moan. He started giving little kisses on my neck as he heard my moan. I brought my hands down on to his and gently but persistently moved them off my waist as I turned and walked inside. "Time to go back down," I said, my heart thumping wildly. "But I won the bet, so I should get my reward," he said. "I think you already got a kiss and a feel. More than what was promised," I countered. "That wasn't a proper kiss. You didn't kiss me." I was sober enough to remember that was the second time today someone had told me it wasn't a proper kiss. The memory made me smile despite myself. A kiss won't hurt, I thought to myself. It's just a kiss. And I can stop it anytime I want to. Plus by this time, I was very curious about what it would feel like to kiss another man. Alan need never know it happened. "Ok, just one kiss. And then we head back," I gave in. "Promise," he grinned. God, he had a sexy, open grin with a dimple on his left cheek I felt like stroking. We were inside the room, still standing by the French doors when he moved me closer and put his arms around my waist. At about six two, he was about four inches taller than me in my heels. I loved the warm, musty smell of the cologne he was wearing. He bent his head slightly, I tilted my upwards and he slowly lowered his face to mine. He started gently, his lips barely brushing mine, just kind of sliding across my mouth. Ah, he wants to play, I thought, but I didn't complain. My hands were on his back inside his jacket, and he felt just as good as I thought he would. He nudged forward, slid his hands slightly lower from his waist and pulled me into him. At the same time, he sucked in a bit of my lower lip and bit down on it. Having my lip bitten drives me wild, and I ground forward into him feeling for his cock to rub against me. We were really kissing by now, his mouth was all over mine and I was searching hungrily for his tongue to catch and suck. It felt incredible, and I could feel my pussy get soaked as I ground against him. We must have continued like this for a couple of minutes, our tongues dancing over each other's mouths, breathing in each other's air. His mouth tasted slightly of scotch, and his tongue was dancing like a snake all over mine, although I gave as good as I got. I was loving the feeling of his soft beard against my face. It felt so different from kissing Alan. This is a long kiss, I thought to myself dreamily, but made no move to end it. He moved his hands to cover my butt. His hands were large enough that they completely covered my tight, small ass. And he ground forward into me as he pulled me in. By this time, he seemed hard as steel and as thick and large as a club. I moaned incoherently into his kiss. In answer, he dropped his hands even lower and started rubbing the back of my bare thighs as I frantically ground my pussy into him. I could feel the wetness in my pussy now as it spasmed gently, and it felt like the wetness was going to begin oozing out of me. There was hardly enough material in my panties to absorb any moisture. My dress, which was short to begin with, had bunched up a little giving him easier access. He became bolder as he stroked my thighs, moving his hands around to the insides and gradually easing my dress onto my butt. I could feel his hands on my bare ass now, stroking it and squeezing it. I had lost all inhibitions by now; all thoughts of whether Alan was waiting for me at the bar had left my mind. All that I was conscious of was Marco's mouth fucking mine, his hands on my ass, and that cock pressing into me. Suddenly I realized that Marco had managed to slide my dress all the way up to my waist and his hands were now stroking my ass and thighs under my virtually non-existent g-string. I could feel wetness from my pussy on my thighs and as Marco's fingers got closer to my pussy I knew he could feel it too. My pussy was hungry and on fire by now, and I desperately wanted him to touch it. Marco seemed to sense my thoughts because he sent his tongue probing deep into my mouth. While I was trying to wrap my tongue around it, I felt him slide my g-string to the side and finally beginning to rub his middle finger slowly down my dripping pussy. He ran it around the opening, getting some moisture on it but not penetrating at all. Then he ran it down all the way to my clit and started rubbing that slowly. I was so turned on that I had my first little orgasm right then. My body started twitching and he used my body's movements to slowly slide his fat middle finger into me. I tried to pull my mouth away from his to moan but by this time he had me backed into the wall and there was nowhere for me to run. Not that I wanted to run. Marco wouldn't let me break our kiss, but my legs were definitely beginning to give a little. He slid another finger into me, gave me half a second to get used to it, and then started to move them slowly in and out. Marco had big fingers, but I was so wet and slick by this time that they slid in and out quite easily. I was done being a silent spectator by this time. With his fingers still inside me, and his mouth glued to mine, I pulled back a little and tried to find his belt buckle. I had to feel his cock in my hands, see if it was actually as much of a monster as it seemed through his clothes. I undid his belt, the top button, and then his zipper. Marco helped me by using one of his hands to slide down his underwear and suddenly this beautiful man's beautiful cock sprung forward unrestrained. I finally broke our kiss and looked down. "Wow," was all I could say. His cock was larger than any I'd had before. I moved my hand to gently stroke the head and shaft and ran a fingernail along its length. It was his turn to moan as both of us looked to see my hand touching him. I put my hand around the base of shaft, where he was so thick that there was almost an inch between my thumb and forefinger. I put my second hand on top. It came up the length of the shaft, leaving the head still uncovered. At least nine inches, I thought to myself. Alan has a lovely seven inch cock which he uses very effectively to fuck me silly, but this was something else. Truth be told, I was a little scared of it. I began to stroke it gently. A drop of precum slowly oozed out, and I used my top hand to gently spread it over that bulbous, almost purple head. The head was also another thing that was so different from Alan's cock. Alan's cock has a head shaped like an arrow, and the base of the head is just slightly thicker than the shaft. His cock also has a downward curve and I love the spots it touches inside me when he fucks me from the back. Marco's cock was straight as a ramrod, thick, and with a head which was even thicker, almost scarily so. I spat into one hand, rubbed the spit all over his cock and then started sliding my hands up and down his length. I didn't think it possible but Marco's cock became even harder and warmer as a result. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered. "Payback," I said in return. "I want to feel your cock rubbing against my pussy," I told him. He freed his cock from my grasp, bent his knees so that his cock was at the level of my crotch, then slid it forward between my legs, guiding it with his hand so that the shaft was resting against my soaked entrance. He then started moving his hips back and forth slowly, so that the length of his cock rubbed against me. I had never felt so sexy before in my life. The thought that I was driving this stranger wild with desire fuelled mine, and his cock felt so big and hot. "Kiss me again," I commanded. He put his lips to mine again and I sucked at him hungrily, bringing my thighs closer together so that his cock was trapped between my legs. I could feel his hardness throb against my bare pussy; my panties had been pushed to the side long ago. He was now sliding back and forth, and his cock was so slick with my juices that it moved effortlessly. The sheer debauchery of the act was driving me wild, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I came again. But before I could cum, he used his leg to maneuver a footstool closer to us, put his right hand under my left thigh and coaxed my foot onto the stool. I turned my head slightly and caught sight of the two of us in the mirror. There I was, a brazen slut with my dress rolled up to the waist, dress still buttoned up top, one high-heeled foot on the floor, the other on the footstool. This pose really opened up my pussy and gave him easy access and open viewing. He stood with his jacket still on, his pants around his feet, his massive cock between my thighs, sliding over my pussy, shining with my juices rubbing onto it. He pulled my face back towards him. "Look down," he whispered. I looked down. He had his cock in his right hand now, rubbing it up against my pussy even more forcefully. I groaned, and reached down to feel his heavy balls hanging down. He took a half step back, then pushed my left thigh back even further, opening me up more. He brought his hand up to my mouth. I took the hint and took his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them as he went back to sliding his cock slowly over my pussy. He stepped back again, then lowered his hands, rubbing his wet fingers over my pussy lips adding to the wetness already there. I was freshly waxed from the afternoon, so my mons was a little sensitive but the liberal dousing of my juices and his spit was proving to be an effective balm. Still, I gasped as he pushed first one, then another finger into me., pushing them slowly in as deep as he could go. His fingers felt incredible inside me as he rubbed the inside walls of my vagina with his fingertips. I could feel my pussy clenching over them as he pulled them out again steadily. I moved forward to kiss him but he drew back, "look down again." I looked down again to see him add his forefinger to the two which had already been inside me. I didn't think those three fingers would go in easily, but they slid in like they were going into butter. I was feeling stretched and tight. He pulled his fingers out and brought them back to my mouth. "Taste yourself," he said as he slid them back into my mouth. I sucked hungrily as I tasted my own juices on his hand. I even tasted like butter, I thought. He then slid his fingers down the length of my dress back to my pussy, and with one quick movement jammed them in all the way. I was not expecting this and almost shrieked but he had also chosen this moment to clamp down on my mouth with his. My pussy felt stuffed with his thick fingers. I thought he would give me a moment to get used to the feeling, but he started drilling his hand in and out rapidly, and I just went with him. My pussy was spasming, clenching and unclenching. I remember feeling the wall to keep me steady with one hand while my other hand was now stroking Marco's cock in rhythm to his fingers drumming in and out of me. To my alarm, I felt a wet feeling in the bottom of my vagina, like something was trying to come out to meet the twisting, pushing fingers. I had squirted a few times before in my life, and so recognized the sensation for what it was and tried to fight it with whatever was left of my conscious mind. I did not want to squirt in front of this stranger, but I felt so turned on by the wrongness of this situation that I felt like my pussy was just going to explode. Marco's hand felt like it was ripping me apart, pulling my insides out, and taking me places I had only imagined in my most debased fantasies. Fifty Steps I'm not sure whether my body would have listened to my mind. My pussy, and my body, was beginning to gather together in an almighty clench preparing for a gigantic release when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of me. "Where did you go?" I groaned. My pussy felt empty. It had been denied the fulfillment it was craving. It needed to be filled again. He pressed me back against the wall and kissed me. I kissed him back wildly. Then I felt him press the head of his cock against the opening to my pussy, which was completely drenched with juices and spit now. Can that thing even go in, I thought as he rubbed the head back and forth, getting some of the juices all around it. I kissed him again and as he pressed forward. His fingers must have opened up my pussy quite a bit because the first three inches or so went in quite easily, much against my expectations. I heard myself groan loudly. My pussy felt full and stretched already. I had never taken anything so wide, and this was just the beginning. It was only after the first three inches that he met the first resistance. Marco pulled back a bit, then pressed forward again, sliding another inch in. He waited for a second. His cock throbbed, as did my pussy which I felt straining to adjust to the size of this cock. Marco drew back again, pulled out all the way. "Put it back in please," I whispered. He complied, moving forward in one slow persistent thrust. I felt the folds of my pussy open as he forced himself forward, adjusting to his width. Marco pulled his upper body back from me, steadied himself by putting his hands on my ass he started to move in and out of me. I was now in another world, in ecstasy with the feel of this brand new, rock hard thick cock moving in and out of me. I had never felt like such a slut before, never been as full of sexual confidence as I was right now. Suddenly the thought occurred to me that I had let this stranger enter me without a condom. It was the safe time of the month for me but what did I know about this guy other than his name? It was too late to worry about that now though. Marco was fucking me pretty hard by now, thrusting up with force, but was still not all the way inside of me. "I don't think it can go all the way in," I giggled and moaned as the same time as he slammed into me, merciless in his lust. I was really getting off on the way he seemed to demand me to fuck him, the way he was using my body to satisfy our mutual lust. "Let's see," he said with clenched teeth as he continued to slam into me. I closed my eyes and tried to stay on my feet as I felt my climax approaching. I had never before cum having sex standing up. In fact, the only time I had last tried standing up sex was with my boyfriend before Alan, and that had been such an unsuccessful experience that whenever Alan had suggested it I had shot it down and told him that only worked in porn, not real life sex. Marco, however, had not bothered to ask my permission. He had just fucked me. And I had let him. No, I had encouraged it. Wanted it. Marco suddenly pushed in harder than before and I felt his pelvic bone grind against mine. "Oh God, don't move, I think it's all the way in," I gasped. He held still as my pussy clenched and unclenched. He squeezed my butt hard, pulled out a little bit and then slammed in hard as I gently stroked his full, heavy balls. That was all it took. I came wildly, almost out of my skin. I generally don't have huge climaxes through intercourse. Alan generally keeps me cumming with a series of moderate orgasms but my huge ones are due to his magic fingers. This one from Marco's cock, though, was a doozy. My clenching pussy seemed to send Marco over the edge as well and he began to rapidly piston out of my throbbing pussy. Even though I had just cum, I felt myself start having those little orgasms I love. His cock was massive; opening me up, touching me in places I had not felt before. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "It's ok. I want your cum." I looked down to see him pull out almost all the way. His cock glistened with my juices in the low light, and I could see trickles of my cum had run down his cock all the way to his balls. He slammed all the way inside me and I swear I could feel every vein on his cock as it clenched and released its load of cum inside me. He body seemed to spasm at least a dozen times and I could feel his cock flex in unison each time it spurted. Slowly he just stood there, leaning against me. His cock was still inside me, and as it grew softer, I could feel his cum inside me starting to flow down. He bent his head and nuzzled my neck for a few moments. I stroked his hair as we both tried to catch our breath and come down from the headiness of the past few minutes. "Well that was some kiss," he said, before kissing me again. "Seriously! You're quite the kisser," I giggled feeling kind of giddy and breathless as he slowly slipped out of me, "but we really should get back to the bar now. Alan must be back by now. How long has it been since we left?" I was beginning to think again now that it was over and reality was setting in. "Don't worry, it's not even been twenty minutes since we left," he reassured me. "No way," I couldn't believe only twenty minutes have passed but he was right. "Thank you, that was mind-blowing. You're an incredibly sexy, beautiful woman. I wish you could spend the night. There are so many things I would like to do to you." "Like what?" I was still aroused by him. "I haven't even seen your tits. I can tell they are lovely. I'd love to kiss them, and bite them and slide my cock in between them into your mouth. I'd like to lick and bite you all over your body, rub my cock on your face, fuck you silly from front and on all fours." Oh God, I couldn't believe I was getting turned on again. But sanity finally prevailed. "Well, we really should go down now, but I have to use the bathroom first and clean up." "Why don't you go use the restroom, and I will go down in the meantime," Marco had pulled his pants back up by now, "that way if your husband is back, he won't see us entering together." That was so sweet and thoughtful of him that I gave him a kiss to thank him as I walked towards the bathroom, my dress still bunched around my waist, my g-string pushed to the side. Suddenly, I had an idea. "Marco, those things you said... I think there's a way we can do it but it may freak you out." He stopped. "I don't freak out easily. Try me." "Well, I can't do this again sneaking around Alan, but if he were to be present and participating... then he may be ok with it." "Would he be ok with it?" Marco asked, "Have you guys ever done anything like this before?" "Marco, until tonight I had not kissed a man since I met my husband ten years ago. But we've had some pretty hot sex to threesome fantasies so I think I may have an idea. And yes, I would really like to fuck you again too. Earlier, I really wanted to take your cock in my mouth" "I would like that very much, but you have to be sure your husband is okay with you getting fucked because that's sure as hell is what I'm gonna do." I felt my nipples tighten when he said that. Clearly a lot had changed in the past two hours. I slid off my panties and sat on the pot, "Let's see how it goes. You go ahead now. I'll be down in a few minutes." I heard the door close as I took out another cigarette from my bag, lit it, and proceeded to clean myself up as best as I could. This was a fancy hotel, so the bathroom had a bidet as well, and I've never been so grateful for one ever before. Now how do I pull this off? I asked myself as I stepped out Marco's room, having fixed my hair and lipstick, and headed towards the elevator.