We don't usually go out, but we decided that since we’d had a rare few days together, and were in a city that felt anonymous enough to go unnoticed, that we should leave the bliss-bubble of our hotel room and go out for dinner. It wasn’t easy to convince you to get dressed up and leave our sanctuary, but the promise of more of our usual pursuits when we return seemed to do the trick.

Throughout dinner my attention was on nothing else but you, and what I wanted to do when we returned to the privacy of room 285. The thrill of being sat next to you, sharp-suited and clean shaven (aside from my usual neatly trimmed beard), wondering if the scratchy intimacy of your lace lingerie is gently teasing your tenderest tips, the distraction of your hand on my thigh. Wine and champagne must have gone right to your head and made you bolder than usual because I felt your fingertips stroke the outline of my cock, a hand delved into my pocket, recalling a time many years before when you did the exact same thing in a very public place, and what it led to when we got home…

We returned late, tipsy and hungry for each other. It was past midnight as we stepped outside onto the rooftop balcony attached to one of only four rooms that boasts a view across the bustling city, lights twinkled as everyone else started to wind down for the night. Our fellow penthouse residents appeared to be fast asleep as we admired the incredible view, my strong arms wrapped around you, my tenacious hard-on pressed against your lower back; peace and tranquility flowed over us now that we were alone again, helped along by the warm fuzz of good tequila.

It was the height of summer and the night is warm, but you shivered as I kissed your neck and slipped a hand inside the gaping front of your dress, pushing your bra aside to reveal first one breast, then the other. Your nipples were rock hard with exposure to the night air, and arousal from my touch - each kiss, each nibble on your neck accompanied by a sweeping caress that just skimmed your nipple making you catch your breath and bite your lip in anticipation. The teasing was delicious torture for us both and you moaned in pleasure and frustration as your nipples puckered and strained towards the warmth of my hands.

The shocked gasp as I twisted your nipple between my fingers, just hard enough.

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I twist to face you, kissing you harder, my tongue insistently mirroring what my body is begging for - you inside me, as I bend over the building, unbeknownst to the lonely late night tourists walking below. But not yet. You want to taste me first…

You push me back against the edge of the balcony; I lean for support - my legs starting to feel unsteady as I catch sight of your wide erection straining your suit trousers. You push my skirt up around my waist as you drop to your knees, pushing the already soaked lace of my underwear aside. You slide the tip of your finger gently across my soft lips, instantly being rewarded with a slickness that betrays my desperation for you. Your tongue follows the path your finger made and you groan as you taste my salty wetness, as it drips onto your face and runs into my bush. My knees threaten to give way as you lap up my juices, tongue and beard brushing clit, delving into my wanton hole, fingertips grazing my arse as you hungrily enjoy my sodden cunt.

As I moan and grab your hair for balance I see something out of the corner of my eye, just the other side of the dividing line between our balcony and the next room.

We are not alone. Sitting in a chair about ten feet away there is a man staring right at us. I startle, grabbing your hair, but you misinterpret my movement and hold my hips harder, grinding me further into your face and making me let out a moan of pleasure as he looks right into my eyes. I look down at the scene, my flushed tits hanging out of my dress, nipples rock hard, your face pressed into my crotch as the result of all tonight's anticipation and expectation runs down my inner thighs. The tequila makes me feel no shame. He stares at me, so I stare back.

I think he's watching us, and it looks like he's enjoying it. I flick a fingernail against my nipple as I hold his gaze; he doesn't look away.

My clit shudders against your expert tongue as I grope my own tits and the stranger does not blink.

I push you to standing and slip off my dress as I unzip your suit trousers, ravenous now for your thick cock in my mouth, the metallic tang of the tip of your erection as I slide my lips over it, my back to our guest. I can no longer see him but something tells me he's still there, still watching. I push my lace clad arse out in his direction, still in my heels as I lick and suck your hardness. I catch your eye and indicate in the direction of our guest, you flicker for a moment as your thoughts go through the same process mine had just done, ultimately deciding that there is no way we'll be stopping any time soon, and if that means with an audience then so be it.

Arousal makes me an exhibitionist. I pull my knickers down to my knees, the pulsing tip of your stiff dick still in my mouth. I don't even turn towards him for a reaction. Reaching round, I dip a finger into my wetness, slick with your saliva and my secretions now running rivers down my thighs. I imagine him stroking his growing bulge, enjoying his drink while taking in everything that the view has to offer.

I slip out of my underwear completely, spreading my knees to give our guest a full view of my engorged lips and turn my focus back to your hardness, confident - or uncaring, now - of the strangers attention, and enjoying the sensation of your cock against the back of my throat as I know you're enjoying the spectacle too. As ever, gagging against a hard dick runs through my body and makes my cunt clench, forcing an audible jet of ejaculate from my now flowing pussy. You have the full view of both the voyeur and the viewed, and I can tell from the look on your face that you're enjoying it - both the deep, tight sensation of my mouth on every inch and vein of your rigid cock, and the confident gaze of our new friend, enjoying me from a distance.

Whatever you're seeing must have encouraged you. You whisper to me to let him watch me and I stand, in nothing but my heels, momentarily shy. You slot in behind me, guiding my fingers with your own across my soft lips, pulling them open. You nudge me forward, your hardness against my back as I get closer and bolder. The stranger's eyes don't leave mine, even as - as I had fantasized about just moments before - his hand strokes his rock hard cock.

We're within touching distance now, and you have mirrored our friend by sitting, transfixed, stroking your length as I fondle and finger myself for you both. As I inch closer - I'm almost touching his knees now - he leans forward, reaches out and grabs my hand, he looks right into my eyes as he pulls it towards him and licks each one of my fingers slowly, savouring the spicy sweet scent of me. Without speaking he places his hands firmly on my buttocks pulling me forward almost buckling my knees onto his lap. He glances at you for what looks like a moment of permission, and then presses his face to my swollen labia. His tongue is completely different than yours, in that same spot only minutes ago, but he finds my engorged clit in seconds and sucks it gently between his teeth.

You're behind me now, unable to keep your hands from me as you watch me being devoured by our guest. You turn your attention to my other hole, circling my most sensitive part. The sensations are almost overwhelming, with one tongue in each hole I don't know which incredible feeling to pay attention to - I give myself over, not even caring who is doing what and to being owned by you both tonight. His tongue is ravenous for my clit while yours delves into my arse. There are hands on me which I can no longer identify whose they are, my nipples pinched hard, my hips held tight while I shudder and grab for something solid to hold onto as all control is kissed and licked and sucked away from me, as nothing but the pleasure of the here and now matters.

You're standing now, your cock nudging against my lips and I have no willpower to resist, I have wanted this all night, my cunt aches with want and it's glistening in the moonlight, dripping wet with the saliva of the two men expertly licking me that your girth easily slides in, though the combination is so slick that it also easily slides out again - brushing against me and against the stranger's mouth. To my surprise he doesn't flinch, he just continues to circle my clit with his tongue, running it over the head of your erection as it nudges against him. Again and again your length rubs against my reddened lips, slick with saliva and my come, and with each physical thrill as your cock strokes me comes the incredible sight of a hungry mouth that isn't mine taking in your swollen tip.

I can't handle the temptation any more, your dick pushing against my hole is too much, I need fucking. I slide off the lap of the stranger, onto the floor on all fours, hoping you'll instinctively know that my raised arse in the air is for you to take, to enter, to own. You don't need to be asked twice, you grab my hips and position me onto your straining cock. All evening I've waited for this - hoping I'd be bent over that lovely balcony as you held my hips and fucked me fast and hard. I didn't even consider the possibility I'd be bent over the lap of a complete stranger while you filled me, an unfamiliar cock tasting deliciously salty and new as I inched my tight lips down it's length.

I'm hoping you're enjoying the scene as much as I am enjoying being in it, I want to be able to see your face, but all I can hear is the sound of your breathing and the slap of your thighs against my arse as you thrust into me. Suddenly you stop, and I momentarily panic that you have not been enjoying this - we've fantasized together about bringing another into our world, however briefly, but have never had a chance to do so, in a way never wanting the interruption to our time together. But no, you whisper something in my ear I almost don't catch - 'I want to watch you'.

Our friend must have heard it because he puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a condom, sliding it over his cock, shiny with my saliva. He guides me up onto him, my greedy pussy betraying me once again as it allows him to easily slide up into me. He feels strange, long and thin, I feel it right at the bottom of my spine, but my body doesn't care that this is not you like my heart does, and I moan in pleasure as he sinks into me, his full length inside me. His lips brush against my erect nipples, his eyes still holding mine in desire, in admiration, in surprise.

You're quiet. Perhaps after all you have decided that this isn't for you? No, I feel you coming closer and your insistent cock is back, pressing gently against my arsehole. I angle myself on the cock I'm fucking so that I can accept yours, tilting myself so that I don't lose the strange but incredible sensations but still have you inside me.

You're slow, nudging centimetre by centimetre in, expertly opening me up, I can't imagine the position you've had to get into to be able to enter me, but none of us care, all I can feel is the sensation of being completely filled, at first with little movement as three bodies get used to being connected, but then you find a rhythm and I am lost. I am stretched out, stuffed full of flesh and muscle and veins, your fingers are in my mouth as I cry out with unashamed pleasure, the tremors in my pussy pushing our friend over the edge as he groans into my naked tits. I feel you slide out of my arse and nudge against the super sensitive inch between my holes.

You whisper, ‘May I?’ to us both, and as our friend smiles through his post-come breathing, I hurriedly reply ‘ohgodfuckyes’. The feeling of your thickness joining another hard cock inside my pussy is overwhelming and I can’t help a surprised scream escape my lips, but then you’re fully in and fucking me hard. The squelch of my come-soaked cunt stretched by two dicks being rubbed together inside of me tips me over the edge again and I climax like never before, grunting and growling as I stare through the ecstatic colours and shapes in my vision into the wide eyes of The Stranger, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched as he comes again into his sheath, spurred on by your frantic cock-on-cock-in-cunt frotting.

You start to slow down and your strokes become deliberate. Your hands grip my arse cheeks and you begin a low moan as I feel your thickness pulse and jolt inside me and then the explosion of your spunk as you empty everything you have into me and over our friend’s twitching dick…

Breathless, sweaty, covered in the products of our pleasure we slide to the coolness of the tiled balcony floor, still entangled. Our stranger collapses in the chair, chains of your come dripping from the end of the condom filled with his.

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We never did catch his name, or indeed see him the next day at checkout, but I think of him often, and of the time we met the stranger on the balcony.