She called him her Master, and he called her his Goddess. They had been seeing each other for two years or so. This started after a period of frank and open communications via email as a consequence of meeting on a dating site. She had a history of failed relationships and he, after being widowed relatively early in life, had various flings, but neither of them had experienced anything to match the sheer ecstasy and satisfaction that they had discovered in each other.

Due to their high sex drive from the very start, they often had frank discussions on subjects of a sexual nature which often resulted in steamy, no holes barred, sex. Both he and she introduced to the other, aspects of sex which were new and refreshing. Some of these areas could be regarded by the less unenlightened as taboo. However, with their shared spiritual outlook on life as a whole, they felt comfortable in sharing their appetite for the less mundane.

Early in their relations, Goddess had posed the question as to what were his sexual fantasies. Rather predictively, he expressed a long-term wish to have two women show him the delights of a Ménage à trois. She readily obliged with the help of an old friend with whom she had had a very close relationship some time ago. At the time she welcomed the opportunity to perhaps rekindle the old flame. As things turned out it resulted in all parties being suitably sated.

She, on the other hand, had confessed her weakness was lusting after young, muscle-toned males (and women). Master, who didn’t harbour any feelings of jealousy, thought he would surprise her and started to plan.

The two of them were often organising weekends away, sometimes within the English countryside and short breaks abroad. The master’s plan was to make one of these breaks a little more interesting for his Goddess.

He had found her on her laptop one-morning browsing men's underwear. She was always keen to see her master dressed in something flattering and he was keen to please, by wearing her purchases which occasionally included women’s lacy knickers.

As they browsed the websites, he reminded her of her comment about her penchant for toned, muscled young men. What better examples could she choose than male models in underwear? She expressed her attraction to one dark, handsome, model, with a smouldering look, who lay in a provocative posture, muscles rippling, dressed in plain white lycra shorts. This was an image which was soon to be plastered over many commercial billboards up and down the country.

With this picture firmly in mind, her Master began to hatch his plan.

I few weeks passed by and Master announced the next country break would be that weekend.

Goddess was delighted and immediately began to pack her lingerie and the odd toy or two and accessories which they could both enjoy in the bedroom.

The venue was an old but well-maintained manor house, set in a dozen acres of woodland. After checking in and unpacking their bags, the hotel management offered them both sparkling wine and cream tea, which they chose to have served in their room.

To prepare for tea and the rest of the evening having dinner, they chose to assist each other in the shower with hands teasing while exploring nooks and crannies.

It wasn’t long before they were lying on the sumptuous bed in their bathrobes with tongues down each other's throats, and hands roaming, when there came the knock on the door signalling the arrival of room service. Master was quick to his feet and opened the door and welcomed in the room service attendant who steered the trolley to the far side of the room whilst the Master closed the door.

The waiter who was tall, dark and handsome, turned to face the Master and Goddess and asked,

“Will there be anything else?” The Master quickly turned to his Goddess with a questioning look and repeated the question to her. Goddess wasn’t sure what to say. “Err….” She hesitated. It was then she saw the waiter in a different light. He had a remarkably familiar look. Her mind raced. The Master swiftly took control of the situation by simply inviting the waiter to take a seat.

“I’m sure we could share our sparkling wine with err…..?”

“It’s Christophe,” he replied.

“Please make your self comfortable,” said the Master.  And with that, Christophe took off his jacket to reveal he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Instead, it was a false front and two cuffs exposing his toned, tanned torso. After divesting himself of the accessories, he then reclined in one of two chairs in the room. By this time Goddess was staring opened mouthed, first at Christophe, the waiter, and then at her Master.

Finding it difficult to form her words, Goddess said, to no one particular, “I recognise the face but….”

Master butted in while Christophe stood and poured three glasses of wine.

“Tell her Ladyship what you do for a living Christophe” He turned and looked directly at her.

“I am a male underwear model.” And with that he started to undo his trousers and strip down to his underwear which consisted of nothing more than snug fitting white boxers, leaving very little to the imagination. Her chin dropped again. Christophe returned to his seat and adopted a provocative pose.

“Oh Lord…(the phrase she chose when lost for words).. “what is going on?”

“It’s your treat!  Here is the man in the flesh that you expressed the hots for” Master chuckled. She couldn’t help but giggle too.

She stood up from the bed and still smiling, slowly walked over in her bathrobe, to stand behind Christophe and gently stroke his bare, bronzed, solid shoulders and upper arms. The Master was subtly aroused watching his goddess caress this Adonis.

Master walked over to the tea trolley and picked up two glasses of fizz and offered one to her. She took the glass and raised it to her lips while staring intensely at her master who returned the look. Meanwhile Christophe, still sitting with his back to Goddess tipped his head back to look at her.

She caught his glance and hesitated for a second and then bent down to kiss him lightly, followed by a repeat and then open-mouthed she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. The Master could feel himself stiffen as the blood rushed to his cock.

The goddess was aware she was shaking slightly having taken such a bold action without a single word being spoken. She could feel her nipples tingle. Master sipped his wine and watched from his position on the right of the chair. Goddess took a sip from her glass and moved herself to the left of the chair. Christophe looked up at her from his seated position as she bent slightly towards her master opposite, and kissed the champagne into his mouth.

The curtains of the room were open just enough to let the last rays of the setting sun penetrate into the room giving subdued lighting. Just enough light for the master to notice Christophe's left hand drop down over the arm of the chair. Goddess continued to enjoy deeply kissing her master while Christophe's left hand slipped under the hem of her robe, climbed up inside to reach her bare bottom cheeks and slowly stroked them while watching for her reaction. Master was watching too. He felt her tremble with anticipation. As Christophe’s hands began to explore between her legs, she closed her eyes momentarily and moaned.

“Are you enjoying your surprise Goddess?” “Oh Lord yes” she sighed. The Master suspected that Christophe’s fingers were, by now, filling her soaking wet cunt. She moved her feet slightly apart to enable his fingers to slip inside her more easily. As she did so, his hand penetrated further.

Despite her feeling intoxicated by the situation, she managed a glance at her Master who was smiling from ear to ear, relishing the fact that she was receiving so much pleasure. She looked down at her master's bathrobe and discovered that the waist cord was now undone and his cock which was in full view, was hard and erect. It was so swollen. It was only then that she realised that Christophe’s right hand was stroking Masters cock.

The excitement of the moment had produced pre-cum which Christophe was smearing over the purple tip. The goddess was transfixed at the sight of her man being fondled by another. Her gaze went from her Master to the Adonis sitting between them. His arousal was apparent from the bulge showing in his underwear.

She felt compelled to reach out and squeeze and stroke and then place her hand inside his waistband and massage his cock so that the tip protruded above the waistband. Goddess was swooning at all the stimulating visions before her. To avoid falling, as her trembling legs felt as though they would give way, she moved gently away from the hand pleasuring her swollen clit and positioned herself on her knees, in front of the seated Adonis.

Without a word, she prised his massive cock from his pants and began to suck it deep into her throat. Christophe began to moan, this was the first noise he had uttered. Master knew what he was feeling. Goddess had gorged on his cock so many times and for many hours during their bouts of lovemaking in the past. She was the best he’d ever had.

Master watched intensely. He then became aware of Christophe’s mouth around his cock. This was definitely a first for him and his Goddess. She looked up to see the vision before her. She was surprised at how much it turned her on. She longed to feel a cock fucking her now, more than anything, and the cock had to be her Masters.

At that moment, the master decided to take proceedings to another level. He suggested that they all retired to the enormous bed. Christophe lay naked on his back in the middle of the bed. Goddess took off her bathrobe and followed by climbing on to the end of the bed on all fours and continued to suck his massive cock. Master disrobed and approached goddess from behind.

Adonis had done an excellent job of preparing Goddesses cunt. It glistened in what light there was and tasted sweet when Master took his first mouthful of clit and labia. Goddess was hoping this was where her man would treat her to her favourite licking. She wasn’t disappointed. First, his tongue rimmed her tight arsehole. As he did so, his fingers were busy with her soaking wet cunt. His tongue lapped at her arse as well as drinking the helpings of pre-cum produced from her cunt. His fingers now took over and slowly circled her bumhole teasing his way in first with one finger and then another.

The lube bottle was already on the bedside cabinet, and he pumped it into his hand and spread it at the opening making his fingers easily slip in and out. This gave his Goddess so much pleasure, she moaned her delight.  Meanwhile, Christophe was moaning loudly as he climaxed. With her skilful hands, Goddess had him spurting cum all over her breasts and nipples.

Goddess was waiting for Master to give her what she really wanted. He immediately paid attention to her breasts and nipples which she adored being played with. The cum on her nipples lubricated his hands and fingers as they slid over her.

Master signalled to Christophe to take over playing with her nipples while he licked her cunt for the final time to prepare for his throbbing cock which was dripping with pre-cum. He positioned himself and placed his cock just inside her cunt. She instinctively drove herself back onto his cock. She was so impatient. How she groaned as the full length of his stiff cock rammed into her. Master grabbed a toy from the bedside cabinet. It was a small but effective vibrator for her arse as he continued to pump her cunt. His cock could feel the vibrator inside her which in turn, had an incredible effect on him.

Her demands for him to fuck her hard and smack her arse drove her master on. Soon his thrusts became quicker, and he felt his spunk welling up inside. “I’m coming, I’m coming” “Yes “ she panted “come for me, fill me up with your spunk. Let’s come together”. That was enough to push master over the edge. She felt his cock swell even larger in her cunt as he spurted his cum into her. He continued until he could no longer keep going. Goddess let herself collapse, and he lay over her. They both whispered their love to each other, closed their eyes and gradually recovered.

It was nearly time for dinner when they both awoke, still in each other's arms.

There was no sign of Christophe, the tea trolley or the champagne! Neither of them had noticed Christophe leave the room.  Had they imagined his presence? Had it all been a fantasy?