It was the first time I’d done this so I was beyond nervous, but also really excited. I had fantasised about it for years and decided that now was the time. I put a personal ad online, I was very descriptive about who and what I wanted, just writing the ad was thrilling, as I imagined someone horny as hell reading it and knowing that I was the one they needed.

So, there I was at a swanky hotel bar ready to fulfil my fantasy. I’d spent ages deciding what to wear, I needed to come across as reasonably professional but extremely accessible and, of course, desirable.

First, I had carefully chosen my underwear, starting with a powder blue and white sheer bra that had a diamante clasp at the front. It was so difficult to find sexy underwear in my size (36F) that I snapped it up whenever I could. I followed up with matching briefs, at forty-six I’m over thongs and the like and besides, I love the feeling of being touched outside my silky, sheer briefs.

Luckily it was a warm summer’s evening so I chose a shortish, thin cotton dress of blue and turquoise with cute cream buttons down the front. Finally, the shoes, very high heels were out as a) I didn’t want to look slutty and b) I can’t walk in them without looking either drunk or in pain, so I chose cream espadrille style wedge sandals and I was ready to go.

We’d swapped pictures so I knew who I was meeting, I scanned the bar. There was a very well-dressed, handsome man in his early fifties sat alone, he held his whisky and ice in his large tanned hand and was clearly waiting for someone – but not me.

In a booth was a pair of beautiful blondes with enormous breasts almost spilling out of their too-tight dresses, they were drinking cocktails and clearly waiting for more friends to join them, but again, not me.

In a poorly lit corner, I could just make out a couple in their early sixties. He was athletic looking and dressed in a grey suit with an open-necked white shirt underneath, he looked comfortable in these surroundings and he looked at his wife with affection as she chattered away. She was petite and had looked after herself well. I imagined that jogging and yoga formed a big part of her day and like her husband, she was tanned and lithe. Her hair, although grey, was long and thick and it spilled down her shoulders in waves.

Full of trepidation I walked towards their table and said,

“Hi, I’m Sammy. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Her name, I knew, was Sarah. She reached out an elegant hand covered in expensive-looking jewellery and beckoned me to sit.

Smiling broadly, she offered me a glass of the champagne that sat in ice on their table and introduced herself and her husband. She had been a school headteacher until a couple of months ago and was relishing her new-found freedom now she was retired, her husband John was a ‘businessman’ – I didn’t push it any further – and had no intention of giving up his job anytime soon.

As Sarah spoke, I saw John’s eyes scanning up and down my body. I had left the top couple of buttons of my dress unfastened and the lace on the top of my bra was just peeking out, I saw his eyes linger there and in a minute action, he licked his lower lip.

We passed half an hour or so pleasantly enough. I drank a little more champagne – though not too much as I wanted my mind to be completely clear for what was coming later. Sarah drank a lot more champagne, I realised that her chattiness was down to her nerves and began to feel quite sorry for her. John hardly drank at all, in fact, I think he had the same half-full glass when we left as he did when I arrived.

I was glad that I got along with Sarah; it would have made it very awkward if not, she was funny, vivacious and attractive and I was looking forward to seeing more of her. John was also extremely attractive, but in a more brooding way, he spoke little but when he did he had a slightly accented and deep voice that made my knees tremble a little. His thick, grey hair didn’t detract from his strong, handsome features the most striking of which were the piercing blue eyes which had so recently been quietly undressing me.

By silent, but mutual consensus it was time to go upstairs. To avoid an awkward lift journey I went to use the bathroom and said I would meet them shortly in their room. This also gave me time to take a breath and think about what I was doing; is this really what I wanted? I rearranged my clothing a little – more cleavage, less buttons  - and as I swept my hand against my panties a realised there was a tell-tale damp patch. Clearly, this really was what I wanted.

In the lift was the whisky-drinking man from the bar, whoever he was waiting for didn’t seem to have shown up and he eyed my scarcely buttoned dress hopefully. He was damned attractive and I was sorely tempted, but no, I had other plans tonight so I avoided eye contact until I walked out of the lift on the fifth floor.

I knew that the door would be left open for me so I found the correct room and slipped inside, locking the door behind me. Sarah and John were sat on the bed so I shimmied over and sat on a chair in front of them.

“How is this going to work?” Sarah asked and for the first time, the nervousness came through in her voice.

“Wel,l the idea is that at the end of tonight you’ll have rediscovered the joy of making love to each other,” I replied, “so there will be lots of investigation, learning, touching and talking. You must always be honest with each other and with me. If you want something, say so. If you hate something, say so. If there’s something you’ve always been too scared to ask, ask it. I think it would be best if John swaps seats with me for now and then we can start.”

The way that I was sat had made my dress slide further up my thighs, and with the bottom few buttons now undone as I spoke they both had a clear view of my sheer panties and the wet patch which was growing with every moment. John was looking at it fixedly and again licking his lips, whilst Sarah didn’t seem to have noticed at all and was staring at me with her heavy-lidded green eyes.

As instructed, John stood and we swapped seats so that I could sit next to his beautiful wife. She smelt wonderful and wore a white frilled blouse on top of a long, hippie-like blue skirt. She had already slipped off her shoes, so I reached down and did the same, as I did so, my breasts popped out of the top of my dress revealing my see-through bra and taut nipples, but as I sat back up they slid back in – John’s eyes were nearly on stalks and I could see the bulge in his expensive suit pants.

I should make clear at this point what my being there was all about. My advert read like this:

Has your sex-life become stale?

Do you need to reignite the passion in your marriage?

I can help!

I am a 46-year-old busty brunette with a passion for helping others achieve the sex life they deserve. 

If this sounds like you, then get in touch.

Couples only.

Mr and Mrs Jones here had read it and decided it was just what they needed. More precisely, Mrs Jones had decided it was what she needed after fifteen years of being ignored by her (to her mind) selfish, workaholic husband. He hadn’t taken much persuading, it turned out. As soon as he read the ad he was very keen, though possibly not for the same reasons as his lady wife.

We conversed a little via email. Sarah explained her worries that she had never been with a woman and wouldn’t know what to do. I told her to just relax and enjoy the experience – I could hardly say that I’d never done it before either!

Back in the hotel room, Sarah looked into my eyes as I kissed her gently on the lips, they were soft and yielding, quite unlike kissing a man. I placed my hand gently on her left breast and felt a familiar tingle in my groin as I slipped the tip of my tongue into her mouth and we both closed our eyes lost in this moment. I found the bottom of her blouse and slid my hand upwards inside, cupping her warm, soft breast and as I kissed her I rubbed my thumb over her tenderly erect nipple and heard her gasp.

She became delightfully pink, and glistened in the lamplight, I placed my hand behind her neck and kissed her deeply, squeezing her breast as I did so. I slid my hand out of her blouse and touched her hand, motioning her to stand, as she did so I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pushing it to the floor and then gently lifted her blouse over her head leaving her stood in her pretty white underwear.

I placed both my hands on her 34C breasts and kissed her again, more gently this time and she sighed into my mouth. I sat her back onto the bed and smiled down at her, her eyes were shining with anticipation and she returned my smile with one of her own. With my back to John, I invited Sarah to unbutton the few remaining fasteners on my dress. She did so eagerly and soon I was stood with my dress hanging by the shoulders and my underwear completely exposed.

Sarah smiled again at what she saw and looked at me (for permission?) as she reached to touch my left breast, I nod slightly and her fingers brushed my nipple sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body.

I could feel that John was being left frustrated at not being able to take part in the show, so I slid my dress off my shoulders and turned so that he could see what Sarah could see (wet panties and all). He sat comfortably back in the deep chair, with his jacket removed and his fly unzipped, lazily stroking his semi-erect cock which jumped in his hand as he sees the neatly trimmed dark patch through the lace on my panties.

But I wasn't there for him – yet, so I turned back to the current object of my desire. Sarah had laid herself down on the bed, her hands over her breasts and her legs slightly open. I moved her legs a little so that I could kneel between them and placed my hands on the bottom of her flat tummy (which is that of a much younger woman), I touched the crotch of her panties lightly with my thumb and it was like a bomb going off as she gasped and bucked her hips into the air, squeezing her own breasts as she did so – how can John not be wanting a piece of this every night I wonder.

I soothed her with calming words and ran my hands up the side of her body and over her breasts. I lingered there feeling the softness and warmth under my fingers – I had never been more turned on. With my knees now on either side of her hips I leaned into her beautiful, rounded tits and buried my head between them, I was in absolute ecstasy, I reached behind and popped the clasp of her bra gently sliding the straps down her shoulders but leaving her covered and I sat back allowing her to sit up, which she did still clutching her bra to her chest.

All this time I could feel movement in the room, John was trying to find the best angle to see what was going on and had chosen to stand at the end of the bed watching my pert cheeks bouncing around as I leaned over his wife. My panties were sheer enough that he would have been able to see more than an outline of what was inside them and I felt him reach out and surprisingly gently brush his fingers over the wet spot sending my nerve ends tingling.

Sarah stood and let her bra drop to the floor, I spent a moment admiring the swell and shape of her magnificently perky, natural breasts before moving behind her and filling my hands with their naked softness. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs and kissed her neck deeply and passionately whilst John returned to his seat and his front of house view.

She was gasping and rubbing her butt cheeks against my groin in a very unladylike way! I moved so that I was in front of her and sat on the bed, eye to nipple with those delicious looking titties. I held them in my hands and took her left nipple into my mouth whilst caressing the other with the palm of my hand. I sucked on that nipple until it was as hard as a bullet, I flicked my tongue over it in a butterfly wing type motion and then sucked it some more, before moving my attention to the other.

I placed my hand on the outside of Sarah’s panties and allowed her natural rocking motion to carry her away in pleasure. It wasn’t only my panties that were soaked through after that!

Standing, I thought it time to release the big guns and so unclasped my bra whilst leaving it still covering my breasts. Sarah immediately got the idea and slid her warm hands under the cups onto my welcoming tits. Finally, a woman’s touch, this is the part I’d dreamed of. Now fully into the game, Sarah pushed me onto the bed rubbing and sucking on my breasts and nipples.

I could hardly breathe as the pleasure overwhelmed me and sweat glistened all over my body. In return, I pushed her onto her back and, looking into her eyes, slid my hand under the elastic of her panties and put my palm on her shaved pubis with my fingers resting between her legs.

She smiled sweetly (gratefully?) and I began to put pressure on her clit and gently rub. Though I’d never been like this with a woman before, I know what I like - and I’ve seen a LOT of porn – so I was pretty confident that I could bring her to a satisfactory conclusion when the time came.

We were all so hot that the little that was left of our clothes was becoming sticky and uncomfortable, so I removed Sarah’s soaked panties, kissing her mound and thighs as they are revealed. We each took one of John’s hands and urged him to stand, He looked almost comical with his thick, eight-inch dick standing proudly through his shirt (he had removed his trousers and underwear some time previously)  so as a treat I allowed him to take off my panties.

Sarah, sat gloriously naked and crossed-legged on the bed, watched as I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it into a corner. He leaned in to kiss me and his muscular chest touched my tits making me gasp. Then he grasped on to them with his big, manly hands and kissed me deeply running his minty tongue around the inside of my mouth and moving his hands to my hips, he slid my panties to the floor.

Freshly naked and feeling hot I returned to Sarah on the bed, I put a knee on either side of her head and buried my face in her beautiful pussy. First I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue and then I stuck my tongue deep into her slit and wiggled it this way and that until she was soaked through and screaming. I felt her fast, hot breath on my own naked pussy, and every now and again she caught it with her tongue, but she was too engrossed in her own pleasure to do much more.

I pressed just behind her clit with my finger and made it vibrate it as I alternately sucked and licked the nub and soon she was literally trying to fuck my face. Her juice was all over my chin and nose and as she noisily came she squirted all over my mouth and neck. I raised my head (I made a woman cum – yay, go me!) and smiled at her waiting husband who has been watching very closely the whole time.

John was clearly very close to the point of no return. He had been working that cock the whole time, but had just managed to keep it bubbling under, so diversionary tactics were called for,

“Sarah,” I said. “Get between my legs and show John what I did for you.”

Sarah happily bounced to the end of the bed where I had dangled my legs over the side to expose my trimmed pussy. As John stood behind her she spread my labia with the sides of her fingers and swept her tongue from the bottom of my cunt to the tip of my clit, then gently she ran circles around it with her tongue before sucking and licking for all she was worth. Occasionally she would stop and rub her rough tongue over my hard, hot clit and then return to the sucking.

I focussed only on the pleasure between my legs, I pulled on my nipples and writhed and groaned and give John one hell of a show. When I came it was like nothing I had ever felt before, it ripped through my entire body until I was shaking and dazed by the power of it.

Sarah looked at me and smiled. The sight of her naked arse waving about as she sucked me had been too much for John, he was behind his wife fucking her so hard that she moved toward the bed with every thrust. He came noisily, sliding his big dick out for me to see as he squirted rope after rope of his cream all over his wife’s back.

So basically my job was done. John had rediscovered the pleasure of making love to his wife. I had opened Sarah’s and my own eyes to new avenues and possibilities and it should have been all over but...

“You know how you said if there’s anything we want to do, we should just say?” Sarah asked timidly.

“Yes.”

“It’s just that I may never get another chance and I’ve always wanted to rub pussies with another woman, is that OK?”

“Sure, why not!”

I lay on the bed and Sarah lay on top of me, we were still sweaty and slick and our bodies slid over each other in an extremely pleasant way. I could feel her nipples pressing into my boobs and it made me sopping wet all over again, I reached down into Sarah’s slit and that was dripping wet too. Clearly, this was her fantasy come to life.

She moved her hips on top of mine pressing and rubbing our clits together. I turned my pelvis up to meet her and the feeling of our slick pussies rubbing together was intense, to say the least. I leaned up hungrily to kiss her mouth, but all I could manage was to gasp into her neck and flop back down.

We were quite near to the end of the bed, my legs were wrapped around her hips and she had her knees on either side of me, meaning that John had the view of two hot, wet pussies creaming all over each other and couldn’t be expected to stay out of it!

So engaged were me and Mrs Jones in our current activities that we barely noticed a third person trying to muscle in. Everything was so wet down there and in such close quarters that Mr Jones can’t possibly have known or cared where his shiny new erection was ending up, so he thrust into the tangle, sometimes he’d slide into Sarah’s pussy and she’d jerk with shock, sometimes he’d go in between and be fucking the space our thighs had made, sometimes he was fucking me - and I really liked it.

The combination of Sarah’s gorgeous boobs sliding over mine, her dripping pussy rubbing mine and John’s mighty dick slamming into my pussy and shooting his load in there, made me cum with some force at the same time as the lovely Sarah.

Afterwards, everything was still and silent – but for the sound of us catching our breaths. John’s dick was still inside me and Sarah’s pussy lay on top of mine.; As his erection dwindled and he slid out I felt the stream of his cum sliding down my bottom and reached with my hand to wipe it off. As I brought my sticky, cum covered hand up, Sarah gently held my wrist and sucked each finger clean, then she smiled her dazzling smile and excused herself to the bathroom.

John and I watched her go, she had a new-found spring in her step and played with her pussy as she walked away. Their lives wouldn’t be the same from now on.

“Happy Birthday, Mr Jones,” I sighed.

“Thank you, Miss Smith and thanks too for the thoughtful present.”

“I hope your wife’s new lease of life won’t affect our Thursdays.”

“Of course not, Miss Smith and I’ll see you bright and early in the office tomorrow.”

Then he kissed me and slipped his finger into the wetness between my legs just like he had been doing for the last fifteen years.