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London Treat

This story is about a wife planning a surprise for her husband, only to have the tables turned and is surprised herself. A special thanks to dragonmann72 for feedback and support.



London Treat



It was on a trip to London, to surprise my husband on his business trip that ended with a night neither of us will ever forget.

He'd recently been promoted and his company had insisted he visit all of his new clients in person. This meant he needed to stay in London for the week, because he was expected to entertain his clients making it impossible to take the train home each night. I remember teasing him about not visiting any lap dancing bars, but he's not that type of guy. Still, it was the first time we'd spent more than a day apart since we married.

He'd be home on the Saturday, which was both his fortieth birthday and our seventh wedding anniversary. His mother had insisted I arrange a surprise party, which I knew would not be, given how many 'surprise' parties his family had.

Our children aged five and three kept asking where Daddy was, and I'll admit I was a little weepy when I went to bed alone that first night. It wasn't like we were teenagers, rutting every night, but having not slept alone in nearly ten years, his absence seemed to focus my mind on him and our sex life. By midweek it felt like I'd not had sex in a month and I was resenting the party I'd planned for the Saturday. The house would be stuffed with in-laws, and it meant I might have to wait almost another week before we could satisfy our urges.

On the Thursday I had the idea to surprise my husband by meeting him in London and stay with him on Friday night. I called my parents to ask if they could come a day early so they could baby sit. My dad grumbled at missing his weekly golf but my mother, with her annoyingly accurate intuition to my love life, said 'of course' and hoped I'd enjoy my trip.

The trip itself didn't start well. The train was late leaving, so when I got to London I hit the late afternoon rush on the underground. And anyone stuck with an overnight bag on a busy train knows how hellish that can be.

When I got to the hotel I hit another speed bump. Foolishly, I'd assumed I could waltz in and ask for a duplicate key to my husband's room. So I could go up and change into my lovely new dress and extra sexy new underwear. Do my hair and makeup and surprise him in the hotel bar. Instead I spent over twenty minutes arguing with the receptionist. I even went as far as to show him our wedding photos on my phone. However, he pointed out even if we were married seven years ago we may not be now. And I might be there for malicious reasons. The only concession he could make was to put a flag on the key card so reception would be notified when it was used. They could text me in case I missed him.

Mollified slightly, I dragged my overnight bag in to the hotel bar. I remember it being huge, but at 5pm on a Friday it was nearly empty. Three business men in suits, two elderly couples dressed up for a night at the opera and finally a Chinese couple hunched over a map.

"Can I help you madam?"

The barman startles me. Young with very black hair, dark grey waistcoat and black bow tie. I've always had a thing for guys in a bow tie, so I return his smile.

"Any chance of a coffee?"

"Certainly."

He turns toward a complicated machine and I try to place his accent. It has a hint of American, mixed with something else.

"Actually, can you make it an espresso?" I call.

"Sure, single or double shot?"

"Single please, I'm too wired as it is."

As he expertly works the machine and I notice him using the mirror behind the bar to scan the room for customers. He returned with my coffee and moved off to deal with the Chinese couple with the map. Taking a sip and trying to take stock. Things weren't going to plan, but it wasn't hopeless. Just because I couldn't surprise my husband in my new clothes, didn't mean he wouldn't be surprised to see me. Taking out my phone I sent him a message 'How's it going?' If he's still in meetings, he might not be able to reply.

Downing the rest of the coffee, I heard the Chinese couple struggling with very broken English. Then I'm astonished when the barman replies in Chinese. The couple became all smiles as he grabs a photocopied map from under the bar and marked a destination and route. They look happy and he came back to me.

"That's impressive." I comment nodding to the retreating couple.

He grins with perfect teeth. "I'm studying hotel management and they like us to have a smattering of languages. I don't know much Chinese, but enough for simple directions. My dad's family came here from Italy, but my mom's Canadian. So I get Italian and French at home. My Spanish and German are pretty good, but I struggle with Russian."

"Still impressive, I can barely order a meal in French and I studied that for years."

"If you're impressed by that, you should see my dancing." Moving back from the bar and strikes a dramatic pose, either Flamenco or some Latin stance. "I'm really studying dance, but my dad insists I do something academic to fall back on. And as he's paying for my education." He shrugs. "Do you dance?"

"I used to love it, but my husband claims he has two left feet and I rarely get the chance."

"No coordination?"

"Only when he's vertical." I blush, not meaning to imply what I had. Perhaps I've been thinking too much of my plans when I get hubby upstairs. He grins and I note his name badge says Zack.

My phone vibrates, startling me. The screen lights up with a picture of my husband and baby laughing at the camera. The message says 'Just trying to wrapping up this meeting. One left, and then I'll call from the hotel. Sometime after 7 o'clock. '

"Cute!" Zach said seeing the picture.

"Which one?" I ask and see him struggle, as he realises he's walked into a trap. If he says my child, I might think he's a paedophile, or he says my husband, and he's gay. After a few moments I take pity on him. "The correct answer is both, at least to me. However..."

Picking up my phone and bringing up my husband's favourite photo. Holding out my phone out to show him the picture is of me and my daughter on a swing laughing as we swing high. He takes the phone smiling then zooms in. I lean forward to see he has zoomed in on my exposed legs. My summer skirt has blown back nearly to my crotch. Hence it being my husband's favourite. As Zach handed back the phone I notice he glances down my top and I get a frisson of excitement from it. Having a handsome young man attracted to an older married woman gives me a little buzz.

"I stand corrected you have a cute family. Are they with you?"

As my story spilled out he listens closely, his eyes flicking away to check on his other customers only once or twice.

"So here I am with a bag of clothes I cannot wear."

Zach looks thoughtful a moment. "There's a disability toilet in reception. I'm sure nobody would mind if you used it for a couple of minutes to change your dress and shoes."

I also needed to change into my sexy new underwear, but I wasn't going to tell Zach that. However, I might hint at it later.

"Men! You have no idea what a woman needs to get ready. I need to sort out my hair and makeup."

Zach studies me intently. "Why? You look fine?"

"Fine?" I exclaim a little too loudly. "I don't want to look only fine."

He held his hands up in submission. "Ok, ok. Let me think. I know!" He pulls out his phone and dials a number. "Shona? Hi, it's Zach. Yeah I'm working again tonight. Are you still open?"

He leans across the bar and automatically I lean in to listen. Only as I do, do I wonder if it's just a ploy to look down my top again. Not that he can see much. That's not to say there isn't much to see, I'm proud of my body and worked damn hard to get back in shape after my kids. I just mean my blouse only exposes a little of the upper slopes of my 'C' cups.

"Yeah, but I'll be closing up soon, Why?"

"I have a guest here who's looking for a little help."

"What's she looking for?"

"Just a little styling and a little makeup." I call into the phone.

"Ok, if you can be here in ten minutes I'll stay open. See ya soon Zach."

Zach drew me a map, stored my bag behind the bar, and ten minutes later I walk through the saloon door to be greeted by a larger than life Caribbean lady. Bubbly and outgoing, who once she found out I was here to surprise my husband on our anniversary, insisted on heavier makeup than I was used to wearing. She claimed it would look better in the dim lights of the bar.

While she worked she told me how she had been married for 15 years and how important is was to keep the spark going. For their last anniversary, her husband had sent her and her two sisters to a strip club, while he stayed at home to watch the TV. It sounded as if the night had paid off for the pair of them when she got home.

Walking back to the hotel and feeling a little self-consciously about the makeup. I wondered if my husband would even recognise me, and the idea of doing something other than simply saying 'Hi' when my husband walked in seemed a little tame now.

Zach did, and he was all smiles and compliments. I was flattered; it had been quite a while since my husband had been so appreciative. Not that I'm complaining about him, much.

"So what can get you? Another coffee or..."

"A glass of white wine please."

"It's cheaper by the bottle. You still have nearly an hour before hubby arrives. Actually, can you show me the photo of him again?"

Confused I pass over my phone and his room number.

"I thought so. He's been in here every night this week entertaining, and has racked up quite a bill. I'm sure we can sneak another bottle or two on to the bill without anyone complaining."

The wine was excellent, but Zach had to deal with a sudden influx of customers. I was aware many of the businessmen eyeing me as the passed. I don't know if it was the makeup or simply a woman by herself, but their attention was confusing me a little. I wasn't sure if I liked It or not, and I'd drunk half the wine in hardly any time. To avoid getting drunk before my husband arrives, I took my bag, ignored the annoyed look from duty manager as I entered the disabled toilet and locked myself in to change.

It felt weird to strip naked in a public toilet and the stories of Shona's adventures included sex in a toilet. At the time I was grossed out at the thought of a filthy cubicle, but this space was spotlessly clean, if rather uncomfortable to have sex. Dressing quickly, I returned to the bar. I appreciated the exaggerated double take from Zach as he spotted me. It gave me the boost I was hoping for.

Sitting at the bar on a high stool, sipping my wine more slowly, I watched Zach as he worked quickly and efficiently. Several times I noticed businessmen standing closer to me than necessary given the size of the bar. Each would linger and made no effort to disguise their looking at my legs. Each time I felt a flutter of excitement that I could still turn heads. Only when the duty manager curtly gestured Zach to talk to him at the end of the bar and nodding in my direction did I think anything of it. After Zach talked, the manager barely looked any happier as he left and Zach turned and rolled his eyes at me, before hurrying off to deal with more customers.

It was several minutes before he came back and wiped down the bar close to me.

"What was that about?" I ask, nodding towards were the manager had left.

"It was nothing."

"Really?" Not believing him.

"OK, but promise not to get mad."

"Not at you certainly."

Zach looked uncomfortable, but continued.

"He thought you were a prostitute."

"Excuse me!" I reply far too loud and Zach holds his palms up to calm me down.

"Don't worry, I set him straight. However, from his point of view, a beautiful woman who's not a guest. Waiting for hours in this overpriced bar nursing a drink to make it last." His expression changed. "However, if you were, you could only be at the top end of the high class escorts."

His cheeky boyish grin bursts my bubble of annoyance. It certainly explained why those men had been checking me out.

"Hardly, not even in my youth."

"Hey, don't put yourself down. They aren't all skinny blonde teenagers with big tits and duck lips. A lot of guys, including myself, prefer natural beauty and a mature lady." He looked a little uncomfortable at admitting that, so I let it drop.

"You get many in here?"

He seems relieved I'm not pursuing his preferences. "Not the right sort of place. Usually we just let them know we know and they move on. I think most people would make arrangements via the internet these days."

Someone gestured for his attention and he moves off leaving me to think about being compared to a high end escort. It was kind of flattering that I could be thought of as attractive enough. I suppose I wondered what it's like having sex for money, at least at the glamorous end of the spectrum. Having guilt free sex with a stranger has a powerful draw to some people, and I'd always been secretly jealous of the few women I'd known who had one night stands.

My phone started ringing, dragging me from my hidden desires. It was my husband and I moved to a quiet corner to answer it.

"Hey honey."

"Hey luv, just called to let you know I've finally finished here. I'm in the taxi headed back to the hotel, although I'd rather be on the train back to you. I've really missed you this week."

"Me too. I've forgotten how hard it is to sleep without your snoring."

"Ha, you snore louder than me. Seriously, I'm looking forward to having some special time together with you."

"Oh! Anything special in mind?" I ask, feeling a tingle of excitement that he's on the same wavelength as me.

"If you were here now, I'd show you. Although, the driver might kick us out of his cab. And while it'll be nice to see our folks, I'd rather celebrate alone with my gorgeous wife."

"Wait, what? You know about the party?"

"Come off it? My mother cannot really expect it to be a secret after she insists on surprise parties every time. Still, I'll get the first train I can in the morning and you never know; we might catch a break and snatch a few minutes alone."

"You expect me to be satisfied with a quickie, after you've been gone all week?"

"Hey, I'm not happy with it either, but I don't see an alternative..."

Little did he know! "Fine, what are your plans for tonight?"

"Probably just head to my room, order some room service, watch some crap on the TV and have an early night."

Shit, that would spoil my plans.

"Why not get a drink or two in the bar to de-stress. Just promise not to be picked up by some gold digger."

"Ha! Fat chance. Besides, I'm a little old for that. Unless it's a GILF."

"What's that?"

"Granny I'd like to..."

"Ew, yuck. That's it, from now on; I'm going to monitor what porn you watch."

"I'm fine with that. It might give us some new ideas. Sorry, got to go. Taxi's coming up to the hotel. Love you."

"Love you more."

"Love you most. Bye." He hung up and I hurried back to my seat.

How was I going to do this? Greet him as he comes in, or wait nonchalantly until he spots me. We could pretend to be strangers hooking up for the night. That might work. Taking my drink I moved to a barstool next to a floral decoration to make it harder for him to spot me. Zach looks confused and I mouth 'Husband' at him. He grins and nods in understanding.

The bar seems to have quieted down, presumably people headed off for theatres or restaurants. Facing the bar and using the mirrors behind the bar I watch the door from the lobby for my husband. The wait turns into minutes and I start to worry. Had he ignored my suggesting and headed to his room. No, that couldn't be it, reception had promised to text me the moment he used his key card.

Zach returned from around the corner of the bar and I blurt out. "He should have been here by now."

"I think you miscalculated slightly."

"What?"

"There's a second door to the bar. He's sitting around the corner. I just poured him a beer. How do you want to do this?"

"How about you take him a whisky and say it's from a lady?" Zach nods with a smile and picks up my husband's favourite brand while I ready myself.

Less than a minute later I hear my husband as he rounds the corner and speaks.

"Sorry Madam, much as I appreciate the offer, particularly with such a quality choice of whisky, but I'm a very happily married man."

As he gets nearer I watch him in the mirror and then cannot wait any longer, I turn to face him.

"I just wanted to check how happily."

He looks astonished. "You! What are you doing here?"

"Is that all I get?"

"No, no..." he puts his drink down and pulls me up from the seat, and into his arms, kissing me deeply. Then he pulls back noticing Zach watching. My hubbie's always a little shy about PDA.

"It's wonderful to see you." Turning to Zach he explains. "This is my wife..."

He looks between us noticing we're both grinning.

"What you're in on this? You sod! You set me up. I'd be annoyed if I wasn't so happy to see her."

He pulled my into a tighter hug and I whisper into his ear.

"You're not annoyed? Or are you planning on spanking me later?" A little joke between us as we'd never actually tried that.

"No, happier than you can imagine. I suppose I can drink that now as it's not from some random woman." He picks up the whisky.

"I'll grab your beer and other stuff and bring them over." Zack offers.

"Thanks Zach. But that's not enough to make up for your part in this prank."

Without Zach to watch he leans in, tilts my head up with a fingertip and kisses me.

"I really have missed you." He whispers and I kissed him in return.

"Not as much as I've missed you."

"So now you're here, what are your plans? Did you want to watch a show?" He looks at his watch doubtfully.

"No silly! I'm here to see you." Slipping my hands around him to squeeze his bum. "All of you." His eyes light up at the implication, but Zach returns and my husband pulls back.

"Do you mind if I grab a bite to eat first? I missed lunch today." He asks.

"I could eat. Nothing too heavy though."

"Zach, can we order a couple of those wonderful Caesar salads, with a portion of spicy wings on the side? Oh and a portion of curly fries..."

He catches my expression of amusement, he'd gone so quickly from healthy to not so. I'd been trying to get us both to eat better now that we're getting older.

"Hey, I plan to work off those calories later." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Turning back to Zach he adds. "And another bottle of wine please." He tips the remaining wine into my glass.

"I hope you'll be joining me, or are you planning on getting me squiffy and doing unspeakable things to me?"

Without pause my husband strikes a dramatic pose and declared. "Make it two bottles." As a grinning Zach opens the cooler for the wine, my husband added. "Actually, only the one please, I've only just been promoted; I don't want to screw with the expense account so soon." I smirk at my predictable ever sensible better half.

Zach tops up my glass and places an empty one for my husband after he's finished his other drinks. My husband pulled up a stool close to mine and we talked about our respective weeks. I discovered Zach's father was one of the new clients my husband had gained and had been mining the young man's mind for nuggets of information about his father that might be useful.

When the food arrived Zach asked if I wanted an extra plate to share the wings and chips.

"No thanks. I need to watch my figure." I reply and stand to lean over the bar to pick up the salt.

"And I really do appreciate that." My husband adds, and then surprised me by grasping my bum. I couldn't help giving out a little squeal of shock.
"Behave yourself." I laugh, brushing his hand away.

Looking over at Zach, I catch him looking down the front of my dress as I lean forward. He looks up to see he's been spotted, and turns to my husband.

"True, you wouldn't want me to have to ask you to leave. I get embarrassed easily."

"Really?" I ask sitting. "And that from a guy who thought I was a hooker."

Then look on his face is priceless as he watched worried how my husband will react.

"What's that?" He asked, and only because I know him so well, can tell he's amused.

Zach looks at me. "That wasn't me that was my manager. I was being nice when I said you would have to be a high the end escort."

"So you think she's not attractive enough for that?" My husband asks dryly.

Zach opened his mouth to reply, and then paused, looking between us. "Ok, now I know you're dicking with me."

He held his hands up in defeat. "Fine, I can take my bruises like a big boy. Your wife is a very attractive woman and you're a very lucky man."

I lean over to my husband put a hand on his thigh, close to his crotch. "And you have no idea how lucky he's going to get when we get upstairs."

"Ok..." he draws out the word. "That sounds like my cue to leave you two alone."

The food is a godsend. I was feeling more than a little tipsy from the wine and so must my husband, or he'd not have grabbed my bum like that in public. I steal a few of his chips, just to soak up the alcohol and try one of the hot wings. Far too spicy for my liking, but the image of how he'd react if I still had traces of the spicy sauce on my lips when we got up stairs and sucked his cock.

"What?" He asks and I realized I was grinning.

"Oh nothing, just a funny thought."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"What?"

"The escort thing."

"Excuse me? What do you mean?" I asked more amused than upset.

"Not the money side, the guilt free no strings attached sex."

"I suspect it's a lot less glamour than you see on the TV, even if you could choose your clients."

"You're avoiding answering my question. Have you ever thought about sex with someone else? I'm mean I'm getting old and some young stud..."

"Hey, you're only six years older than me, so neither of us is ready for the knacker's yard yet."

"So are your telling me that when we agreed to get married, that you never considered it. Some tiny part at the back of your brain didn't rebel at the idea of never having sex with anyone else?"

"Of course not." I replied, but a fraction too slowly, and I could tell he picked up on it.

"I did, you're the love of my life and I certainly don't want anyone else. But there was a nagging doubt. I suppose it's a biological imperative for men, or we simply spend too much brain power to get it in the first place."

I was a little shocked by that, but my husband could still surprise me at times.

"When Zach told me what the manager asked, I realised I had caught several men eyeing me up, and for a fraction of a second I thought about it. Why? Are you planning to retire early and send me out to work on my back?" We both smile at the ridiculous idea.

"So, theoretically speaking, if you had a free pass to have a night of passion with another person, would you."

He didn't seem to want to drop this, so I turned the tables on him.

"Ok, in this theoretical alternate reality, just supposing I did. How would you deal with it? I cannot see you calmly sitting at home waiting for me."

He looks thoughtful, and then smiled.

"True, I'd not considered that."

He started asking questions about the party, and we talked as we ate.

As it neared nine o'clock and we neared the end of our wine, I turned to him, leaned closer and asked. "So, have you any ideas for tonight? As it's a special birthday tomorrow, I was wondering if you wanted to try something new."

I'm no prude in the bedroom, but there were a few things we'd never tried. Tonight, with the wine, I was feeling no pain and thought I might let him do whatever he wants. At the time I noticed he's looking over at Zach and I assume he's checking his reply won't be overheard.

"I might have an idea or three, any limitations?"

Feeling bold, I shake my head.

"I need the toilet, but them we head upstairs ok?" He nods and I walk off.

When I returned I saw Zach and my husband deep in conversation. I was a little miffed that he was talking to Zach to get any last minute information about his father, instead of thinking of me. I notice two new women behind the bar and assume Zach's shift must be over.

"You ready?" I ask my husband who nods and gets up.

"Nice to have met you Zach."

"It's been my pleasure Mrs. Miller."

He held his hand out and took mine in his large hand and gave it a gentle shake.

"What are your plans for tonight? It's still early; you could go out and met some female company."

"True, but I'd not find someone as beautiful as you."

I laugh and ask my husband. "How much did you tip him to say that?"

The lift seemed inordinately slow to me and as I stepped into the room I was feeling extremely horny. My husband slipped into the bathroom and I poured us both a glass of water and kicked off my shoes. The room had a King Size bed and enough space for a single bed if required. Checking that the mattress was firm, as that would be important shortly. Reaching for the zip of my dress, I stopped myself, wanting my husband to make the most of undressing me. The toilet flushed and he reappeared just as there was a knock at the door.

"A special surprise in return?" He failed to explain and opened the door, revealing Zach with a champagne bucket and glasses on a tray.

I like champagne, but honestly I think I've had enough alcohol for the night. Much more and I'd just nod off to sleep. Then I notice there are three glasses on the tray. Confused I ask my husband why and he stepped close as Zach started to open the bottle.

Speaking in an undertone as if to not let Zach overhear,

"The champagne is not the surprise, Zach is."

I must be drunker than I thought as I stared at him blankly, not quite understanding.

"I know you, I know that you've only had three lovers compared to my dozen and that bothered you."

True it had, but that was years ago, before the children.

"And I saw how you reacted to the idea of sleeping with someone else, but you were right about me as well. This way I can be here for you as well."

"Are you insane?" I whisper between clenched teeth. "You want a threesome?"

"Why not", the words failed me.

It's obvious why not I thought, but I was struggling to think of any specifics.

"He's young, handsome and fit..."

The pop of the champagne cork drew my attention to Zach. His back was to me and he was leaning over to fill the glasses. This draws my eyes to his tight dancer's arse.

"This is madness..." I started, but he stopped me.

"You said no limits."

"But this..."

"I'll leave it to you. Your choice, if you say no, Zach will go and you'll always wonder what you missed out on. I doubt we'll ever have the opportunity to try this again. After tonight you'll never see him again." He noted my expression and changed tack. "At the very least you could dance with him. I know you would love that and it's not something I could complete with him about."

"You realise you're playing with fire here?"

He nodded and I took a moment to think. What was the downside here? It would be a onetime thing and whatever happened in this room would stay in this room. If it was what my husband wanted would I deny him? I was sufficiently worked up, I'm sure I could handle two men tonight. Shit, it was obvious that I'd already made my mind up. It didn't hurt that Zach had been so charming all night and looked amazing in his bow tie. Zach held up a glass of champagne for my husband and me, leaving the third glass still empty.

"Fill yourself a glass Zach."

"Thank you Mrs. Miller."

"Call my Kathryn, I think we're past being formal."

He poured his drink and downed it in one and we both looked to my husband for our cue.

"How about we put some music on for a dance?" Zach pulled out his phone as my husband sat on the bed and patted it for me to sit next to him.

There must have been Bluetooth speakers as some Latin rhythm started playing. Zach stepped into the open space and started a rather fast dance and suddenly I realised what it was. Remember the Mask movies where there was a scene where the Mask danced with hundreds of cops? Both my husband and I are nearly in tears laughing at Zach's exaggerated dancing. I have to admit he was limber and flexible. When the music stops he took a few deep breaths.

"I thought we needed to break the tension here. May I?"

He helped me to my feet and my husband took my glass. The music changed to one of my favourite songs and could I see my husband trying to act innocent over the choice. Obviously, they'd talked about this and I felt a flutter in my stomach over what else about me they may have discussed.

Dancing with Zach was an absolute pleasure. He was many times better than I was and fast enough to adjust to cover my little missteps. Every so often I glanced over at my husband sitting on the bed smiling. After four or five songs the music's pace slowed and we're slow dancing. My arms went around his neck and his hands rested on my hips with his fingertips just touching my bum. On the edge of decorous, but only just, my eyes were closed enjoying the feeling of his strong arms, taking in his light cologne and his more manly underlying scent.

Opening my eyes, I could see his dark brown eyes watching me intently. It's a little unnerving and I looked down to see his lips. Unconsciously I wet my own and it must have triggered the kiss. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but I pulled back a little.

"Sorry." Zach apologized.

"No, it's my fault, you sort of startled me." Moving back in and tilting my head up to invite another kiss.

If I'd anticipated a young man's eagerness to stick his tongue down my throat I was wrong. His lips were soft and when his tongue finally touched my lips it was to explore and not to invade. It was nice, it was different. My husband and I kiss, but we don't osculate as passionately as when we first met. Zach certainly knew how to handle a woman and as I'm thinking that, I felt his hands slips around and down until he's gripping my bottom entirely. He squeezed and pulled me close and I couldn't help making a noise of pleasure. I could feel the lump in his pants against my abdomen.

"Can I step in?"

My husband had rightly anticipated I was scared that this was moving a little too fast. Zach let me go, with a peck on the cheek and I wrapped my arms around my husband's waist and he did the same to me.

"You ok?"

I nodded, not quite sure I trusted my voice right now. I was a little flustered; my knickers were damp and my nipples were hard. However, I could feel my husband hadn't been immune. He took my hands into a formal waltz pose, which didn't match the music, but it is about the only dance he really knew.

I managed to steer us so we didn't hit any furniture, and as we headed back towards the bed, he put me into a spin. Ending in his arms with us both facing Zach sitting on the bed.

"I told you she was a great dancer." My husband said giving me a squeeze.

"With those legs, it's hardly surprising." Looking down, I was rather pleased with how they looked in this dress, an inch or two above the knee, and shorter than I usually wore. But getting the attention of this handsome young man brushed both my ego and libido.

"I've never admitted this to Kathryn, but I love it when we're on holiday and I see her in shorts or a swimsuit. I often hang back, just so I can watch other men checking her out."

I never knew that. I always assumed he was checking out my arse, and sometimes I put on an extra wiggle for him. I never thought I might be showing off for other men.

His hands travel down until I felt them grip the cloth of the dress on my thighs. My heart rate accelerated as he pulled the dress higher, exposing more of my legs. Zach's eyes were glued to the sight of my gradually exposed legs. Fear and excitement battle as the dress went higher. I could see my reflection in a mirror and my husband's face as he watched how much he was showing of my legs. As it neared my crotch, my stomach was invaded by butterflies. The dress stopped rising and my husband kissed the nape of my neck, in the way I love.

"They are lovely." Zach say, looking up.

"You should feel how smooth and soft they are." My husband replied and pushed me a little closer and into arm's reach of Zach.

He reached out and the back of a finger touched the outside of my knee, causing an involuntary shiver. My husband kissed my neck again and it was hard to keep track of what was happening as Zach's other hand touched my other leg. Gradually sliding up the front of my thighs, stopping just below where the dress ended.

"You're correct. I've known girls half your age that would kill for legs like yours."

My husband released the dress and Zach removed his hands, standing and leaning in to kiss me. Standing trapped between the two men, my head tilted back as Zach kissed me, his hands on my hips and my back pressed against my husband as he nuzzled my neck. Hands captured my breasts; my eyes shot open, confused as to whose hands they were. Then I finally admitted it didn't matter. I was committed to this and to hell with the consequences.

My hands slip around Zack and gripped his muscular backside, dislodging his hands on my hips. So that answered one question, it was my husband who was impatient to take this slow.

"While I love this dress, I'm sure you have some other things to show us?" He whispers from behind and reluctantly I released Zach, who sat down again.

As the zip was lowered, I was conflicted. Part of me wanted to just tear the dress off, but my mommy brain was crying to stop. My husband was in charge though and he slipped the dress off my shoulders and it fell easily to the floor. Seeing their expressions dispelled any doubts over the choice of underwear. Not that I'd expected anyone but my husband to see it.

"God, I love you" my husband whispered as his hands enveloped me, around my waist, then one hand slid up over a breast, while the other trace down and over the lace of my knickers. Which I'm surprised hadn't melted by now.

"Would you like to dance with my wife again?"

Dancing with Zach is entirely different when I was just in my underwear and both men were both fully dressed his hand on the naked skin of my back, his other hand traced my side and I shuddered.

"Ticklish." I explained.

"Really" he replied with a smile and pulled me close and I felt his hardness pressing into me. Only this time, I know he'd be pressing it far more intimately soon.

As we turned, I could see my husband, so typically organised, hanging up my dress. A sliver of doubt kicked in. I'm half naked and dancing with another man while he's doing household chores. By the time we circled around again, Zach had his hands inside the back of my panties and my husband had stripped down to his boxers. His, oh so familiar cock, stretching the front like I'd not seen in years. Pulling away from Zack I embrace my husband.

"You still OK?" He asks and I nod.

"Are you still sure about this?"

"Yes, but it's up to you. If you want to stop..."

"No!" I replied too quickly and my hand snaked around to grip his cock through his underwear. "I'm scared."

"But excited too?"

"You have no idea,"

His fingers ran over the crotch of my knickers eliciting a gasp from me.

"Zack, can you help me with my wife's sexy underwear?"

Fingers started to work on my bra strap while my husband hooked his fingers into the waistband of knickers and dropped to his knees pulled them smoothly down to my ankles. In an instant I was naked. My husband was looking up with adoration in his eyes, but I could see lust in the reflection of Zack's in the mirror. His hands suddenly captured my breasts and squeezed then firmly. Before I could do more than arch my back against him my husband grabbed my bum and pressed his tongue to my slit.

"Fuck!" I moaned in pleasure and frustration as standing like this limited his access.

As usual he's one step ahead of me.

"Zack, can you help her balance?"

Without waiting he pulled one knee forward, putting all my weight on the other knee, and then lifted the other up exposing my crotch to his exploring tongue. With Zack playing with my nipples and my husband lapping at my labia a mini orgasm shuddered through me.

When I look down I took pity on my husband in such an awkward position.

"Get up and sit on the bed." I order him and once he did it was my turn on my knees and I fish his cock from his boxers and look up in triumph. Instead of looking at me, he was looking at Zack with the first hint of discomfort since we started this. Tough, I'm way past that now and sink my mouth over his familiar cock. While many couples say that blow jobs dry up after marriage, that wasn't us, however, with two young kids running around the house, the chances for privacy where few. When we did we rarely had the time for much foreplay, so while we had sex, it must be over a month since I had done this. And I went at it with gusto, by head bobbing.

I was so wrapped up in it; my husband's voice startled me.

"While I really, really don't want to stop you, there is someone currently overdressed."

Looking around, to see Zack still dressed, with only his waistcoat unbuttoned, but he was rubbing his cock through his pants. I'd almost entirely forgotten about him as I sucked my husband's cock.

Jumping up I started unbuttoning the shirt from the bottom, to retain the bow tie a little longer. At least when I pulled the ends it turned out at least to be a real tie and not a clip on. Pushing the shirt and waistcoat off, I was astonished by his physique, washboard abs and strong arms. The strangest thing is there in not a single hair. Grabbing his belt I wondered what I'd find down below.

Dropping to my knees I yanked both his trousers and underwear down in one, and his hard cock sprang out almost catching me in face. Two things struck me, if you ignore the near miss of his cock and my eye; the first was he was completely shaved, which looked weird to me and I'm not sure that I liked it. The second was he was circumcised, which was another first. My hand automatically started to reach for it, but I paused. Then changed my mind, I was about to check if it was ok with my husband, but this was his idea and right now I didn't want to stop. This was the first hard cock I'd seen in more than ten years, apart from my husband and the occasional porn we watched together and, circumcised or not, I wanted it.

Taking it in one hand then kissing the tip and swirling my tongue around the glands, it felt like a real cock and tasted like a real cock, so I was having it. Taking more into my mouth, my mind in a whirl, I had two different cocks in my mouth in less than a minute. The taboo of it to my middle class upbringing made this far hotter than anything else. I cupped his balls, half expecting them to be prickly, but found that they were soft and heavy.

Something about it reminded me of my guilty secret favourite porn clip. It's about a woman at a work colleagues wedding. Her date was drunk and talking to her very gay manager. She went into the ladies only to find long queue, so she snuck into the men's toilet. Just as she's finished, a hard cock was pushed through a hole in the cubicle wall. She was shocked and amused by the idea anyone would do that. Then it cut to a scene of her and her date naked in bed, and she was unable to get his cock hard. Back in the bathroom, she reached out to touch it, and in moments she was sucking it and playing with herself. After he cums on her face, he thanks her and she realises she's just sucked off her manager.
I'm drawn from my reverie as a hand slides between my legs and a thumb pushes inside my sopping pussy. As my husband reached around to fondle a breast, his finger rubbed my clit, causing another orgasm. It reminded me I'm dealing with two men and need to split my attention more efficiently. Releasing Zach from my mouth, I turned to my husband.

"Sit on the bed."

He slipped off his boxers and slouched against the headboard in the middle of the bed. Clambering up to resume his blow job, I got into position, but looked across to Zach.

"I think you know where to go?"

I wiggle my bum to encourage him, and then took my husband's cock back inside my mouth. The smell and feel of his familiar cock was reassuring.

It took me a while to realise Zach hadn't joined us, so I looked back and in unanticipated relief I saw him pulling on a condom. Thank god for that, my husband had 'the snip' after our second child, so getting pregnant from this would be seriously wrong. My husband touched my cheek reminding me what I was supposed to be doing.

Zach's weight shifted on the bed and I felt a hand on the small of my back, then his cock nudging at my nether lips. Looking up to see how my husband reacted to seeing another man fucking his wife, only to see his eyes were closed in pleasure at my oral skills.

I wish I could say it felt different as is slid effortlessly inside, but if it wasn't that I was already sucking my husbands, I would not have been able to tell which was which, until he started fucking me. He may have the body of Adonis, but his technique was basic. It consisted of hammering away at ninety miles an hour, and then at some point, in irregular rhythm, pounding harder on a single stroke.

These unexpected harder thrusts forced more of my husband's cock deeper into my throat. It made me feel like just an object, and my feminist middle class background was offended, but only because some dark and primitive part of my mind loved it. To reduce everything to my base needs, absolved from any responsibility or guilt, to be reduced to a vessel only for giving and receiving pleasure. It needed thinking about, but my current mental state was not geared up for logical academic study. I needed to cum, and do it soon.

Zach paused, and I could feel his weight shift, and he started again, only this time with each impact his balls swing up to bounce off my clitoris. Shit! That's good, but I had to stop servicing my husband.

"Sorry, I cannot do both."

"It's ok." He replied. Brushing drool off my chin, then reached under me to fondle my tits.

In no time, I was on the edge of cumming, when Zach paused. 'No!' I wanted to cry, I'm so close. Then I felt his cock swell as his cum shot through it, that and my husband's expert fingers tripped me over the edge into a massive orgasm. I had to force my face into my husband's belly to suppress my cries of pleasure to stop them from disturbing our neighbours.

My muscles twitch as the aftershocks wracked my body. After a while Zach pulled out and I shudder at the sudden emptiness. Looking over to see him red faced, out of breath and covered in sweat, I rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed next to where he was standing. I pulled off the condom and slipped my mouth over the softening cock. He winced slightly as my tongue swirled the last cum off his over sensitive bell end.

Holding up the condom I said, "Dispose of this properly, and I think I need time with my husband."

Zack just nodded, grabbed his discarded clothes and condom, and then slipped into the bathroom. Turning back to my husband, "Now, I want you to do it properly."

"That wasn't property?" He grinned, and I hoped he was not going to ask for details right now.

Instead, he pushed me into my back and pushed my knees nearly up to my shoulders; I grab his cock and guided it inside me. In this position I got most for his weight as his pubes crush against my clit. Slowly up and down, almost coming out completely, and then filling me up entirely. Those familiar rhythms bring out the first tingling of an unheard of third orgasm. I'd expected this just to be to allow my husband relief, but now I want to cum again.

Just as I licked my fingers and started to rub my clit, I noticed Zach dressed and watching us fuck. A jolt of additional pleasure shot through me. Having a stranger watch as I masturbated and my husband fucking me accelerated my growing orgasm.

Rubbing furiously I panted, "Cum with me!"

My husband only grunted in return. I was so close and as I felt him cumming in me I came, and collapsed back on the bed. I managed to blow Zach a kiss and wave him off as my husband collapsed on top of me. Zach mouthed a 'thank you' and left.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Just a little tender."

"Sorry." I winced as he pulled out and rolled off and onto his back.

"It wasn't only you."

Slipping into the bathroom to deal with the cum already oozing from my crotch, I returned to see my husband already under the covers, I slipped in next to him and enjoyed it as he wriggled up against my bum. His cock was still semi hard.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asks, cupping a breast.

"It was certainly different. You know when I said no limits tonight, I thought it was sufficient hint I'd let you take my anal virginity."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." I push my bum back against him and wiggle it.

"Well, technically it's not my birthday for another couple of hours, so I'm sure we can fit that in before we get home."

"You sure you can manage 'old man." I teased, only to be poked in the ribs.

"Hey, I may not be a teenager and I may need a little longer to recuperate. But just because I'm forty doesn't mean I'm ready to be put out to pasture."

"I know that, but I'm a little worried now about what you're planning on for my fortieth."
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