Amy didn't suspect a thing as I passed the card key over the lock and we entered our room. Tossing the key and my wallet onto the entry table, we noticed the lights were dimly lit and music was playing softly from the television. Turning the corner from the hallway into the bedroom, Amy started to say that she didn't remember leaving the TV on, before stopping dead in her tracks with her words hanging in mid-sentence.
Sitting quietly on the corner of the bed, a slender woman with blonde hair smiled at us and straightened her posture.
Amy's eyes quickly flashed back at me then immediately darted back to the intruder again. She knew instantly what this was. We'd playfully fantasized in bed on many occasions about the things that might happen in the presence of another woman, a stranger that we would meet once and then never encounter again. Sometimes that banter felt just like that, a fantasy, while on other occasions it seemed to be just a little more real perhaps.
We found ourselves there now, in a foreign country with my pre-arranged and willing participant discretely available inside the complete privacy of our hotel room. This was no bedroom talk though, this was 100% real. Amy's heart fluttered with both surprise and adrenaline, her head struggling to catch up. She realized very quickly that all of those past fantasies could become reality this night and that no one would ever know.
I was pleased to see that our companion was as attractive as advertised, both for Amy and myself. Standing up, she straightened her very short red dress, flipped her long, straight brunette hair back over her shoulder and took a step forward before extending her hand to Amy.
Amy hesitated, contemplating for a moment the affirmation that would be symbolized by her action, then raised her hand to join the strangers. With this simple gesture, Amy silently accepted her fate and whatever now lie ahead for her. Stepping closer, our guest swept Amy's hair back from her tanned shoulder before allowing her hand to slowly drift down Amy's shoulder and arm.
Glancing briefly in my direction and receiving my subtle nod, our guest released Amy's hand and turned her back to us. Reaching up, she lifted her own hair to expose the zipper on the back of her dress and paused. Inhaling deeply, Amy softly grasped the zipper with one hand and the neckline of the dress with her other before lowering it slowly inch by inch.
When the zipper would go no further, Amy paused to study the lean and tanned back of our guest, before gently coaxing the stubborn fabric from its perch on each shoulder. The dress fell effortlessly to the floor now, exposing buttocks that were quite firm and complimented by a tiny waist. Below them, long and slender legs were paired perfectly with lean, muscular calves. The lace bra and tiny G string that remained did little to conceal the small amount of flesh that remained covered. Standing motionless, we were allowed to view her body before she slowly turned to face us.
Our accomplice smiled slightly and placed her hands on her hips to pose seductively for us while we studied the rest of her attributes. Her firm, round breasts begged to breathe from inside her lace push up bra and the smallest triangle of fabric on her G string barely covered an obviously waxed and compact pussy. Stepping closer once again, she stopped dangerously close to Amy before reaching carefully around her with both hands to reciprocate with an assist on Amy's zipper.
I watched Amy's breathing quicken as her dress dropped to her ankles, allowing me to fully view her naked backside. She had not worn undergarments beneath her dress for dinner and now stood nervously exposed in only her heels as our guest looked upon her. She had intended for this to be a surprise, and it certainly was. The sight of my beautiful wife, naked and boldly standing face to face with another attractive woman, a total stranger, was exhilarating.
As our guest turned away once more to allow Amy to unclasp her bra, I turned off the television and opened the balcony door, allowing the steady beat of the pool party music inside. The thumping of the bass only worked to build the excitement as Amy detached the bra and let join the rest of the apparel on the tile.
The escort rotated back to us once more to reveal her perfectly tanned breasts. Taking Amy's hand, she spun her toward me so I could view the two of them side by side, each with equally hard nipples that confirmed their arousal. The two of them approached me slowly, their heels clicking against the terra cotta tile floor. Our guest already knew the rules for this encounter. Amy was to be the focus this evening and I was only to have sex with her... unless Amy directed otherwise.
Amy gave me a long, passionate kiss while her hand crept across my crotch to confirm what she already suspected - that my cock was bursting with tension behind the pronounced tent-like protrusion below my belt. Starting at my collar, she began unfastening the buttons of my shirt one by one. Her accomplice knelt in front of me to untie the laces of my dock shoes before slipping each one off. The stranger's hands reached up and met Amy's which were now unbuckling my belt. In seamless coordination, four hands unbuttoned my shorts before lowering the fly.
Gravity assisted now, my shorts easily falling to the floor and leaving me standing only in my boxers, the head of my cock proudly protruding from the waistband. Grasping the cotton fabric at each hip, our guest firmly tugged my last article of clothing to my ankles with Amy looking on. Naked before them, my cock stood ready. Amy reached out and grabbed a hold of it firmly, giving me a single long, slow stroke before releasing me and moving to the bedside. Once there, she turned and sat down before reclining across its width.
In synchronized fashion, my assistant and I each moved to opposite sides of the mattress with her positioned above Amy's head and me between her slightly raised knees. Lifting Amy's head gently, she placed a pillow beneath it before softly lowering it back down again. Amy gave an approving smile just as our guest slipped a black leather blindfold over her head and covered her eyes.
Amy purred in approval now as I watched our guest's hands slide over her collarbones and then downward toward her breasts. Teasingly, she circled the perimeter of each one with a fingertip while we both watched Amy's back arch upward with pleasure. Amy bit her lower lip when two strange hands, soft and delicate, wrapped each of her breasts and pushed them firmly together.
A low moan escaped Amy's mouth when the stranger's soft lips made first contact with her raisin hard nipples, her long hair dragging aimlessly over her torso in doing so. While I watched our guest's outstretched tongue flick back and forth over them, Amy could only imagine the scene as she reached down between her legs and touched herself. With her subject growing more aroused, our friend's hands slid down Amy's arms before Amy extend them back above her own head in willing submission.
Amy's body rocked gently on the mattress as I took one of her ankles in my hand and strapped the first fur lined ankle cuff around it. Her reaction was identical as I repeated the action with the other leg and our friend assisted with her wrists.
Amy lay prone upon the mattress with her breasts heaving, unable to sense what came next. Our assistant moved quietly around to my position, giving me a kiss and several secretly enticing strokes before crawling onto to mattress. Sensing a presence above her, Amy smiled in anticipation of my body lowering itself onto her, only to be surprised by the sensation of a woman's soft breasts compressing down against her own.