‘And you’re SURE you’re ok with this? You won’t feel jealous, or wake up tomorrow and feel differently about me / us?’

Wow, Kirsty really is making triply sure that I’m sure about this, he thought. The thing is (if I’m honest) I’m really quite turned on at the thought of this. Especially after our last ‘escapade’!

‘Sweetheart, I’ve told you a HUNDRED times. I’m cool with this. You made sure we had some time with Sarah last month, and I know we BOTH loved it. I’m good with this too!’

‘Well ok then, because we have about 10 mins left in which we can cancel it’ she replied.

’10 minutes? Well, what CAN we do with THAT time?’ I press my groin against you, letting her feel the hardness in his trousers.

‘Not too much, that’s for sure. We don’t want to be all sticky before the main event!’

Instead, she leant up and pulled his head down towards her and gave him a long, deep kiss. He put one hand behind her head, the other into her hair and kissed her back just as deeply.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door of their room. They didn’t especially like hotels, and certainly not in the city, but for tonight’s plans, this was by far the best option. They had pushed the boat out a little bit, and had booked the exquisite Mayfair suite in the 4 seasons on Park Lane.

This was not an ordinary hotel room, it had floor to ceiling windows with views over the park, a super king bed, a private balcony, a separate living / dining room and a HUGE bath. Mind you this was not going to be an ordinary night either!

Kirsty walked over to the door. John took in the sight. She was wearing a long, flowing dress that clung to her curves perfectly. He could just make out the outline of her butt cheeks as she walked. Her hair was glistening - they had spent a very lovely 30 minutes in the big bath earlier in the day, with him washing and conditioning her hair, and they had thoroughly soaped each other down in anticipation of tonight.

They were both freshly waxed, and ultimately smooth from the neck down to their toes. As she walked across the carpet, she knew he was watching her. It gave her a little thrill that was elevated by the ever so slight movement of her panties against the highly sensitive, and freshly waxed skin of her pussy.

She couldn’t remember EVER being more aroused than she was tonight, and had been all day. With John’s hands running over her body in the bath, and during all the touching since, she had been on fire. She had had to resist running her hands into her own panties a number of times already.

She put her hand on the door handle and turned back to him. ‘Last chance!’ She said. He simply rotated his hand in a ‘hurry up’ gesture.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

‘Hi, you must be Kirsty?’. She looked at the person on the other side of the door. They looked exactly as they had on the agency website. Around 6 feet tall, not overly well built, but athletic looking. Dirty blond hair, 35 ish and brown eyes.

He was quite good looking she thought. She smiled, and opened the door wider. ‘Come in. This is my husband, John.’

‘Hey John, I’m Steve’. They shook hands, both smiling warmly.

‘Drinks?’ John moved over towards the bar area. ‘I’d love a glass of white if you have it’ said Steve. ‘Champagne for me’, this was from Kirsty.

John poured drinks, with a glass of champagne for himself too.

‘Are you guys nervous? Anything you want to run over again? Just to reiterate, you have me for 3 hours and the cost is £1,000. Nothing is off-limits, but we talk about everything as we’re going - no surprises, ok?’

‘Yep, all good with me. How about you sweetheart?’ John looked at Kirsty and waited. She smiled at him, then looked to Steve ‘All good with me too!’

‘Good, glad to hear it’. He walked over the Kirsty, put his glass down beside hers and took her in his arms, kissing her full on the lips. She responded immediately, pulling him towards her and moaning ever so slightly.

John crossed over to the armchair, and sat to watch.

The kiss was getting hotter, and Kirsty was struggling to breathe. She could feel every nerve ending firing off, and her pussy was aching. She pressed forward and could feel the hardness in Steves jeans. She ran a hand down his chest, and started rubbing his cock through the denim. She felt his breathing change ever so slightly but the kiss didn’t break.

He turned her around, and started kissing the back of her neck, rubbing his hard cock against her arse and back, running his hands over her neck, down her sides and over the outsides of her thighs.

She was pushing back against him, eyes closed and feeling amazing. She opened her eyes to look at John. He was sat with his trousers and boxers folded neatly on the floor. His hard cock in his hand, which he was slowing wanking up and down the hard shaft.

The sight took her own arousal up a notch. She turned around to face Steve again, and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was also cleanly shaven on his upper torso, and she bent down and bit him on his left pectoral muscle. He smiled at her, so she did it again, a little harder this time.

She was undoing his trousers when she felt hands moving up her thighs she looked back and John was reaching up into her dress, pulling the satiny white thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, noticing the creamy damp spot in the middle of it.

She got down onto her knees, finished removing Steve’s jeans and boxers and stared at his hard cock. It was bigger than John’s. An extra couple of inches in length, and definitely thicker.

She looked up into his face as she started slowly moving his foreskin back and forward. He gritted his teeth and stared back at her. He had been doing this for a couple of years, and felt that he was pretty good. But he was in danger of cumming already, and making a real fool of himself,

He reached down, and helped her up off the floor, then pulled the dress over her head. She was in a white lacy bra that matched the panties John had removed from her earlier. Looking at her big, perfect boobs and hard nipples, down over her stomach to her completely bald pussy, his cock twitched again.

He put his hands on her hips and guided her back to the bed, laying her down on her back, and climbing on top of her. He started by kissing her lips, and working his way down to those amazing boobs. Sucking, biting, licking and scratching them with his tongue, teeth and fingers.

She was writhing beneath him, biting his shoulder, scratching his back, pulling his hair as her pussy started leaking. She NEEDED to be touched properly. She started pushing her wetness against his hard cock, and her was responding by sliding it up and down her slippery skin. The sensations were driving her wild. His cock was rubbing over her slit, and brushing against her clit, making her legs tremble ever so much.

She put her hand down, holding his dick against her opening and pushing forward, trying to get him inside her, but he simply moved his hips back at the same time, stopping it from sliding in.

‘Uhhhhhhhh, I need you to fuck me’ she said.

He simply smiled, and pushed himself down her body. He kissed his way down her until he reached the heady muskiness of her pussy. He could see the juices coating it, and he gently ran a finger over them, then licked the stickiness off.

God, she was fucking hot. He really wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to last! Despite the fact that the agency charged enhanced rates for guaranteeing the ‘cleanliness’ of their escorts, he considered wearing a condom anyway, just to slow things down a bit.

He started gently playing with her opening, brushing it with a fingertip, and with his tongue and lips. She was getting wetter and wetter, and moaning an almost constant low groan now.

She was beyond the phase of turned on now, she was having trouble breathing and thinking. She looked over to John, who had her panties in his mouth and was still wanking his cock - just not quite as gently now.

‘Come here and let me suck you’. He got up and walked over, positioning himself by her head. She grabbed his dick, and started licking it. From the head all the way to his balls, then put it into her mouth.

She knew he liked it to be soft, wet and smooth. But she was sucking hard, tasting his salty premium the whole time. She put her other hand into Steves hair and pulled him into her, Feeling his tongue starting to work its way up to her clit, and a finger (or maybe 2) starting to gently move in and out of her.

She was moving her hips now, feeling the orgasm starting to build. She was pulling Steve harder against her, and moving her mouth faster on John’s cock. Everything was getting blurry now, the orgasm starting to fill her, starting at her finger tips and working its way all over her body.

Steve stopped. She groaned in high disappointment and around Johns dick shouted ‘What the fuck?’

Steve helped her roll over, pulled her up onto her knees, and then pushed his cock into her pussy. ‘Ohhhhh goddddddddddd’ she moaned. ‘ fuuuuuuuuck yeah’ She started pushing her hips back and forward.

She moved slightly so that she could get Johns hard dick back into her mouth, and used her free hand to reach down and play with her clit.

Steve was thrusting away behind her, and driving her towards an even more complete orgasm than his tongue had threatened. She was aware of him speeding up, and shaking a bit. ‘Uhhhhh, I’m gonna cum’ He said.

She pushed herself faster, her fingers playing with her clit. She felt his cock spasm, felt the change inside her as spurt after spurt of cum went into her she lost all control and just collapsed onto her front, Steves cock still pounding into her, her fingers still running all over her clit as she screamed out in pure joy.

She realised that she had ‘lost’ some time. She was laying on the bed, with the 2 guys looking at her. She could taste the cum in her mouth, and guessed John had shot into her while she was cumming. She could see all the juices running down out of her pussy, a mixture of her own and Steves.

‘Hey sweetheart, are you back with us now?’ John, partly smiling, partly looking worried.

‘Yeah, I’m back… I have NEVER cum as hard as that before. I think I blacked out a bit.’

‘Uh huh. We lost you for about 30 seconds there - you were actually snoring a little bit!’

She reached up, pulled his face down and kissed him long and hard. ‘Thank you SO much for this - I..’

‘SHUSH. No thanking etc. This is something we BOTH wanted, BOTH decided on. Now, you are looking a bit of a state, so lets see if 3 can fit into that bath!