Nicole:

I hadn’t felt like it when we first arrived, but now I dug out my stockings, suspenders, and my high heels, as well as my black evening dress. I was suddenly feeling very sexy and not a little naughty; I thought my two men might appreciate it, both at dinner and, how shall I put it – later…

My snatch was already quivering in anticipation.

Just before the sun set, the three of us walked the short distance from our hotel along the tree-lined promenade to the More Restaurant on the Babin Kuk Peninsula. Neil had made the reservation earlier, and it was renowned as being one of the finest dining experiences in Dubrovnik.

I thought it might be awkward, but Jacques was very good at making us all feel relaxed. We sat at a table on the outdoor patio above the famous Cave Bar More and, whilst sipping cocktails, watched the sun go down. During dinner, both men were very attentive, which made me feel special and which, I admit, I enjoyed very much.

The food was delicious, whether it was the decadent starters, the main courses of filet steak, lamb shank and sea bass, or the incredible desserts, which included Bomb Surprise and, for those, like myself, with a childish sense of humour, also included Crème Anglaise, which made me smile as I thought about what might happen later. Crème française, peut-être?

Much more likely...

On the walk back to our hotel room, Jacques and Neil each held one of my hands.

“You don’t mind, do you, Neil?” I asked.

“No, of course not.”

I smiled to myself at his response, unsure what he was thinking, but determined not to lose the initiative.

My pussy was wet, and I was ready to be a very naughty wife!

The tension was back as Neil unlocked the door to our room. I wanted to set the tone, so I turned to kiss Jacques. We canoodled long enough for my husband to get a real sense of what was about to happen before I broke off. I turned to see Neil politely holding the door open for us, quietly watching, and I giggled as he let us precede him.

Once inside the room, I set out the ground rules.

“Neil, why don’t you take your clothes off and sit in the chair over there?” I deliberately phrased it as a statement, rather than a question.

He gave a little nod and did as I’d said, self-consciously folding each garment as he removed it. Amazingly, he didn’t even look embarrassed.

Had he accepted this so completely then?

I’d said he could watch, but I thought I might be able to make it more interesting for him. Jacques and I had had a useful conversation on the phone whilst Neil had showered earlier, and he knew what I wanted to do tonight, and was incredibly supportive. Though, to be honest, Jacques had offered several helpful suggestions which could make this a very satisfactory evening for everyone.

I didn’t think this was Jacques’ first rodeo of this nature, so to speak.

Jacques took me in his arms and kissed me again. I moaned as his tongue explored my mouth. I could feel his hardness through his trousers, and I knew I was more than ready for him.

Which was just as well, as I wasn’t interested in a slow seduction at this point. The time we’d spent at dinner had already elevated me to a ridiculous level of excitement, and I was impatient.

I stepped back and slipped my dress off so I was standing before him in just my underwear and heels.

I heard an intake of breath from Neil.

“You are magnifique, Nicole,” breathed Jacques.

He adroitly slipped my boobs out of their holster and kissed each nipple in turn, making me moan with anticipation.

I loved my tits being played with. They’re no longer as firm as they once were, and I held my sizeable orbs up for Jacques’ attention. Tonight, as Jacques toyed with them, my nipples seemed directly connected to my clit, and I let out a long whimper of desire.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Neil transfixed, playing with his cock whilst he watched.

Mmm, he looked like he was enjoying the sight of his half-naked wife having her large breasts sucked and fondled. It would be interesting to see how he handled the next bit…

“Will you fuck me now, Jacques?” I sighed.

In response, he slid my panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them. I quickly reclined on the bed and opened my legs for him.

Just like this morning, Jacques was a considerate lover. He gently spread me with his fingers and teased my clit. I knew he wanted to take his time, but I was needy and desperate to feel him inside me again.

“Fuck me!” I urged, and he did. He slowly slid his full length into my slippery cunt, and I groaned as he penetrated me to my very core.

What was it about him? If I had a G-spot, he’d definitely found it with his magnificent tool!

He thrust slowly and deeply at first, and I could feel my orgasm building rapidly with every stroke. I started wailing as he methodically increased the pace and then, like earlier in the day, I was abruptly coming hard as he pummelled me.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Jacques! God, that feels so fucking good! Make me cum again, please!!” I begged.

And he did. And as I came for a second time, a weird thought percolated through my brain. We’d never had children – never wanted them, so Neil had volunteered to have a vasectomy years ago so that I wouldn’t need to be on the pill. Now, I was menopausal and hadn’t had a period for at least six months.

But part of me wondered if Jacques could possibly make me pregnant, which was ridiculous of course. Especially considering what I said and did next.

“Cum in me! Fill me with your spunk, Jacques – make me yours!” And I clamped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he did what I wanted, pulsing strongly inside me and pumping me full of his warm, potent seed. He kissed me passionately as our juices mingled, and I determinedly flexed my vaginal muscles hard to squeeze out every last drop of his essence before glancing across the room.

I’d hardly thought about Neil during the last few minutes, but now I saw him wanking his cock, edging himself and trying not to come as his eyes were fixed on us. I wondered if he had any idea what I’d been thinking.

Then I crooked my finger and beckoned him over.

ooOoo

Neil:

Christ, I’d never been so excited in my life. Watching them together had been – extraordinary! How I hadn’t blown my load already was beyond me.

Having ignored me completely since I’d sat down, Nicole now looked in my direction. Her eyes were sort of dreamy and unfocussed. But, flustering me somewhat, she raised a hand and crooked a finger, summoning me.

Oh, wow – what had she got planned now?

I thought back to earlier – to Nicole making me ask her to invite Jacques to fuck her again, to knowing she was talking to him whilst I was in the shower. I couldn’t make out the words over the noise of the spraying water, but her dulcet tone was distinct – I even heard her laughing at one point. My cock was hard the whole time, knowing she was talking to him, and the temptation to squeeze one out was high, but I decided it was better to do what my wife had said.

Meeting Jacques was slightly surreal. He was quite suave and didn’t make me feel like an unwanted spare wheel; amazingly, I found that I liked him. At dinner he was amusing and a good conversationalist.

Whilst Nicole visited the Ladies' room, he made a point of telling me how wonderful Nicole was, and that he thought everything would work out between us. He also told me he was bisexual, which I thought was odd, but, as I found out later, he’d very deliberately planted a seed.

To my surprise, at the end of dinner, Jacques picked up the bill – said it was his treat as it was our Anniversary. The evening was decidedly not developing how I had imagined.

Nicole held both our hands as we returned to the hotel along the promenade. It was weirdly romantic, but at the same time there was a definite frisson in the air as we inevitably got closer to our destination; it felt like it could be a tipping point in our relationship – even more so than this morning was, as this was a distinctly planned and agreed course of action, whereas earlier, it was an impromptu hurt and angry reaction to...

To what? To words I’d said?

Did I have any regrets on how things were turning out?

As I opened our hotel room door and turned to let Jacques and Nicole in, I found them in an embrace, kissing passionately.

The bulge in my pants grew harder.

Giggling, and slightly embarrassed, they released each other and, still holding hands, entered the room.

“Take your clothes off and sit in the chair,” she instructed as I followed them in. Her voice was friendly, but I knew it was a command, and I did as she told me.

This was a new Nicole; an open and, dare I say, more dominant woman. She was definitely in charge, and I was smitten with her.

Sometime during the course of the day, the power balance in our relationship had shifted.

They continued to smooch without embarrassment now, as I undressed, folded my clothes and sat, naked, in the chair to watch them.

I watched as she freed her pendulous breasts for him to kiss. Watched as his hands roamed her body and witnessed her obvious delight and arousal at his touch. I could see her desire, her hunger for Jacques as she hurriedly slipped out of her dress. She wanted him, and seeing her need turned me on.

When he slid my wife’s panties down her legs, revealing her hairy mound and swollen quim covered with a revealing sheen of sticky moisture, the image was so erotic, I thought I might spontaneously erupt.

My wife had never looked more desirable, more – more downright compelling!

And when Jacques slipped off his own trousers and underwear, I couldn’t help myself.  I took a long look at what had so captivated my wife, and was fascinated. He was uncut, with an impressive length and girth, though I could see he was not yet fully hard.

This was the cock that had already penetrated Nicole earlier today – that had made her cum and then filled her full of the copious seed made by those mesmerising balls hanging below.

I had tasted the cream they produced, and I knew that cock would soon be in my wife once more, filling her again.

Seeing my wife’s pussy, and Jacque’s cock, I didn't think I’d seen two more enthralling sights, and it seemed right that they would soon be joined.

It was beautiful.

I wondered if thinking that was weird.

I was awestruck as I watched their coupling. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and every time I touched myself, I knew that if I didn’t stop, I would spurt halfway across the room.

He’d said he was bisexual – what did that mean? Why did he tell me that?

As he slowly slid his erect tool into Nicole’s cunt, I think I actually moaned. If I stroked myself now, I knew I would explode. I was captivated by his cock. I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to wrap my lips around the head and taste him, or to suckle on his balls.

Jeez, where had those thoughts come from?

This man was fucking my wife. And she was loving it!

And, I had to admit, I was loving her loving it!

Then she was coming, and I’d never heard her make noises like that before, and she was begging him to cum in her, and the words she chose excited me beyond belief. I wanted him to cum in her.

And he did. As they reached their crescendo, I saw her arch her back as he pulsed, and her stockinged legs clamped around him, pulling him deeper into her, and they kissed deeply as his seed penetrated her. It was as if she wanted him to impregnate her, and for a moment, I was spellbound by the possibility of her getting pregnant by him.

Then I saw that she was watching me. She smiled serenely as our eyes met, and she crooked her finger…

ooOoo