So to give you a little background.
Jane (fake name) and I decided we wanted to go to Amsterdam and try a couples' erotic massage. After checking it out somewhat online, we decided it wasn't for us after all. This was mainly because of the costs involved. We spoke about joining a swingers club and seeing what happens. We were both in our mid-twenties at the time and quite popular due to our young age at those clubs. We were the youngest by at least ten to fifteen years. We had previously attended a couple of parties but just enjoyed our nights. The next time was going to be different.
A little about ourselves.
We are in our early thirties now. Jane has long blonde hair, and she's five feet, five inches tall, with brown eyes. She wears a size ten with amazing 34C boobs and the most incredible suckable nipples you've ever seen. They stand proud of her body, are incredibly sensitive, and are always hard. Her areolas are not big or small (just right for her size); she's got a thin waist that curves down into her hips, which makes me hard just standing there. Her arse is incredible. She works hard at the gym, and it really shows. It's hard as a rock, big, and juicy. The kind of arse you want to sink your teeth into. She is straight but also a little bicurious.
I am a well-built guy with brown hair and brown eyes. I am five feet nine inches in height. I have a very broad back and chest. I am just short of seven inches and have plenty of girth. (Not huge, but gets the job done.) I have body hair on my chest, stomach, arms, and legs. I shave my pubic area completely, as it's neater and cleaner. Jane loves my chest hair and has threatened to leave if I ever shaved it. I am straight.
Getting on with the story...
A few weeks later, we joined a swingers group chat on Kik Messenger and had been enjoying the chats and laughs. We had both become quite friendly with a French woman in her mid-forties. She was married, and her husband seemed like a nice guy but quiet.
Our conversations over this time got on to meeting at a party sometime, and we kept in touch. The French woman and I teased each other, sent photos, and sexted from time to time. She was much better at it than me, but nevertheless, it was good fun.
Eventually, a party came up that we all could meet at. We had mentioned that I wanted to experience my first MFF threesome and asked if the French woman was interested. Luckily for me, she was very interested. Jane, having never been with a woman, was curious but also nervous. She didn't know what she was meant to do or was comfortable doing. Of course, that was fine with me. I would never push her out of her comfort zone.
We made the three-hour journey to the location where the party was being held. We booked into the hotel and headed for our room. The hotel was fine but basic. Only a bed to sleep in for the weekend, we told ourselves. We chilled out, had some chats on the group chat, and told some people we knew who were also attending that we had made it to our hotel. At this point, the excitement was building, and we were looking forward to tonight's fun and games.
We started prepping for the evening. We showered, and shaved, and Jane applied her makeup and picked out what she wanted to wear that evening.
Let me tell you, she looked hot as fuck! She'd bought a really sexy lingerie set from Lovehoney. A pushup bra in black with see-through pieces on the front and a triangular center that plunged deep, which pushed her boobs together. They looked incredible. She wore a crotchless, high-waisted thong that was black to match the bra and also see-through at the front. She added black high heels, which accentuated the curve of the calves, thighs, and arse. The contrast between her pale skin and black lingerie had me hard as a rock. Needless to say, she almost didn't make it out of the hotel room!
Over this, she put on a skin-tight red dress that hugged her curves incredibly well and was short enough that when she sat down, her beautiful shaved pussy was on display through her crotchless knickers.
With makeup done and red lipstick on, we headed down for dinner. All through dinner, I wanted to take her right there on the table and let everyone watch me fuck her brains out.
Things take a turn for the worst.
A text came in from the French woman. Mother Nature had paid her a visit earlier that day, and our plans would need to be put on hold for the most part. We decided that we would all still go to the party and enjoy ourselves either way since we had gotten along so well during our chats. We wanted to see if our chats in person were as good as over text, as sometimes that can be two very different things.
We made our way to the party, and they were already there. We said our hellos, and I was stunned at what stood before me. A tall woman with beautiful hair and a friendly face with luscious red lips. She was larger than Jane, but it suited her. She wore a very low-cut dress, and her huge boobs poured out of it. The dress clung to her wide hips tightly, which swayed as she walked towards me. I gave her the usual kiss on both cheeks (the French way) and shook her husband's hand. He was nervous and quiet, but friendly.
Just like in our texts, we started chatting and laughing. The drinks were flowing, fun was had, and we decided, screw it, let's get in the hot tub with our drinks. Myself and Jane stripped down to our underwear. Jane stayed in her lingerie, and I had no issues pulling everything off. Jane looked at me approvingly, and we sat down in the hot tub.
Moments later, the French woman joined us; she was stripped fully except for a black thong. That's when I got to see those amazing boobs for the first time. They were huge. They were bigger than a DD and had absolutely no business being as pert as they were for a woman her age or for the size they were. Her nipples hardened from the fresh air, which made me lick my lips subconsciously. She giggled at this, and Jane poked me playfully, asking if I liked what I saw. Of course, I wouldn't lie to her and tell her yes!
