It was a very flattering message. "My husband has wanted to see me with another man for years... It's our anniversary soon, and I feel like indulging him - just this once. You're at the top of my - very short - shortlist... How would you feel?" The slightly shy face smiling at me from the (fully dressed) picture was quite lovely, and I suggested an early phone call. My first thought was to check her heart was truly in it, and that she wasn't doing it under pressure. It happens. But she reassured me immediately. "I'm nervous as hell, but I am determined to do this for him." "Why me?" I asked. "Because you look like the sort of man who'd look after me." And of course from that moment on I was determined to do just that. When I walked into the bar of the hotel they'd booked a few nights later I spotted her immediately. Sitting alone, with a full glass of red wine. The elegantly manicured hand that held it was shaking so much she actually spilled some. But we talked... and talked... but as she relaxed, started to laugh, smile into my eyes, I could sense that she was becoming more persuaded that this was actually going to be fun after all. From her glances across the room I guessed her husband was nearby, part chaperone, part voyeur. I suggested now would be a good time to call him over, and a little guilty look crossed her faced before she smiled again, and beckoned him. Without going into details, it was clear we were all becoming very relaxed, and not a little excited at the prospect of moving upstairs to their room. Eventually they moved towards the lift, and I promised to join them soon after. Sue opened the door to me. The room was warm and her jacket had gone. We closed the door and embraced, affectionately at first, but as I stroked the outline of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse, our eyes, then our lips met. Realising we were still just inside the door, we eventually moved hand-in-hand into the room, standing midway between the bed and the armchair where Tony sat smiling, looking like the cat that got the cream, clearly content for now with a passive role providing Sue was having fun. Our kisses became more urgent... I pulled her head towards me, and her mouth devoured mine, her tongue forcing its urgent way in. I turned her firmly around so that her back was to me and she was now facing Tony. But her face arched back again towards mine, and our kisses continued. As we did I started to unbutton her blouse, pulling it apart as each button popped open in turn. It dropped to the floor and she pressed herself backwards into my groin, tantalising my erect cock, and reaching behind her with both arms to pull me into her. I unhooked her bra, and let it fall exposing her magnificent breasts, the nipples hard and erect in her lust. Aware that we were offering a deeply erotic display to her husband I massaged both breasts in my hands, and pulling out the nipples with my fingertips, and she moaned her pleasure. I unclipped the hook of her skirt, and let it slip to the floor. She stepped out, dressed now in only stockings. suspenders, and a tiny thong. We resumed our kissing, and when I stroked one stockinged leg she lifted it up, planting her foot on the arm of Tony's chair. Then she started to remove my shirt, and leaned over away from Tony to suck on my nipple. Bent down like this, and with her foot still on the chair, I realised she must be giving her husband a quite intoxicating view, which I decided to enhance... I reached down and started stroking her pussy through the soaking fabric of the thong, pressing her swollen lips, and pulling the hem aside to let the flesh wink through, then working upward to find the hardened nub of her clitoris. She moaned, and I wondered if she would climax, but in the end we broke and moved towards the bed. She kept her gorgeous backside in the air as she removed the rest of my clothes, at which point I moved around so that I could reach her tiny knickers, and slid them off, continuing between her opening legs until I was lying straight beneath her in a perfect 69 position. She sank her mouth onto my cock, sliding gently up and down, clearly determined to encourage me but keep me from the brink. Her pussy hovered inches above my nose; I eased her legs wider apart, which lowered her gently to the level of my lips. I licked all along the crack, then reached my tongue up to open out her clitoris, and welcome it to the party. She moaned again, and I watched her vulva drench with moisture again. I had no intention of keeping her orgasm back, and continued licking and rubbing her clit more urgently with my mouth. At the same time - and aware that Tony must be completely riveted to the view, I reached my hands up to massage her backside, pressing the cheeks and pulling her wide open as I licked. I could tell from her gasps that she was close, pushed in more firmly with my tongue, and at the same time pressed the tip of a finger just slightly into her anus. The reaction was electric - a long, low gutteral cry which her enfolding mouth transferred all along my cock. We watched the climax spasm her gorgeous cunt in and out, in and out, again, and again, and again. Eventually it subsided and she sagged down on me, but with my cock still filling her mouth. I could feel her tongue gently lapping to keep it alive. Tony sat back in his chair. Well, I may have nearly drowned, but the ice has been well and truly broken, I thought. So, what next then...?