A few years ago, my dirty mate Ivan called to say he would be flying up from Christchurch for a few days of business meetings. We had been in contact quite a lot in the previous weeks, as his marriage was in its last throes, and he'd been relegated to the spare bedroom. I offered to pick him up at the airport, but he declined, saying he needed to hire a rental car to get around to his meetings.

I was in the same boat as Ivan, not yet relegated to the spare bedroom, but marriage was heading for the rocks, and my sex life was on hold. Ivan had been teasing me about the woman he had been picking up on some dating app. I think it was called Seeking Arrangements. Anyway, he wanted to meet up with me at his hotel on Thursday night, as he had arranged to meet one of his new hook-ups there. He reckoned she might be up for a threesome, so we arranged to meet in the ground-floor bar at 6:00 pm.

Now Ivan's gotten me into many dodgy situations over the years. But I know not to put too much trust in his assessment of a lady's availability. Ever the optimist, Ivan always thinks a threesome is on the cards. He's a dirty bastard and was always trying to set up some depraved activity that he's dreamed up. Most of the time, his dreams were just that, dreams. Still, I agreed to meet him, if for no other reason than to have a good catch-up and see the new woman he had found on his dating app.

I had stayed overnight in Tauranga on Wednesday night, as I was out of town on Business. And I had let it be known that if I did not finish all my meetings, I'd stay there Thursday night as well, to cover myself. I made sure to finish early and then drove back to Auckland. I arrived at the Stamford Plaza just before 6:00. Ivan was already at the bar. We grabbed a couple of beers and settled ourselves on some armchairs on the far side of the bar.

Ivan informed me that Valerie would be arriving at 8:00 pm., so we had two hours to shoot the shit. Naturally, I quizzed Ivan about what he knew of Valerie and whether he really thought she would be up for a threesome.

He laughed, "No, she says not in a million years. But how many have said that to us, Davo, and we've been in their knickers before they've had a chance to blink."

"What does she look like and what do you know of her?" I asked.

"I've been talking with her online for over a month and have not gotten a lot out of her. She's in an abusive relationship, and a girlfriend set her up on the dating site. She's thirty-two and says people think she's attractive. I have no idea, though, as she wouldn't send me a photo. It's taken an enormous amount of cajoling on my part to get her to come out tonight, and to be honest, I'll not be surprised if she doesn't front."

"Christ Ivan! Does she know you're an old bastard?"

"Yes. I've sent Valerie a photo and told her I'm in my forties."

I had to laugh. Ivan was forty-eight, and I was seven years older than him. However, not many picked me to be older than him, as he'd gone prematurely grey in his twenties.

I asked how he wanted to play this. He pulled a card key from his pocket and handed it over.

"It's room 622. Give me ten or fifteen minutes, then come up and let yourself in." 

Ivan saw my dubious look. "Just come up. You have always been a smooth-talking bastard. I'm sure you'll ease her concerns."

We talked all sorts of shit for the next hour or so. Then Ivan stiffened and whispered to me, "I think this is her. She said she'd be carrying a blue handbag."

I spun around towards the door and saw a rather nondescript brunette in a beige coat, with a blue handbag hanging from her arm. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it was not the woman walking towards us. I can walk into a room with fifty women and tell you which might be worth some effort. If this were indeed Ivan's Valerie, I thought he would be sourly disappointed. She'd be the last woman in the room I would pick to play around. She looked like a diehard spinster—the sort you would find helping out on the cake stalls at the local church.

But she made a beeline for us, obviously recognising Ivan from his photo. Ivan went to direct her to one of the armchairs, but she resisted and whispered in his ear, "Can we go up to your room?" Looking at me, she whispered, "Just you and me. I can't be seen in a hotel with you."

"Rubbish," said Ivan. "Sit there. You will have your back to everyone." Then, as she hesitated, he said, "This is my mate Dave."

Addressing me, he said, "Take her coat, Dave. I'll go get Val a drink." And he marched off towards the bar.

Valerie gave me a weak smile but didn't move. I stood, held out my hand, and quietly spoke, "Give me your coat, you'll be too hot in that, and if you don't want to be noticed, you need to sit."

She looked around, saw the sense in what I was saying, unbuckled the coat, and handed it to me. I hung it over the back of the chair and, checking out her rather casual attire, asked her where she was meant to be.

"I had to dress casually, as I've told my husband I'm going pin bowling with my workmate Deirdre at a company get-to-know-you event."

Ivan arrived back with a tall glass, which he handed to Valerie, telling her he'd gotten her a Pimm's and dry. I watched her take a quick, nervous gulp, then exclaim, "Gosh, that's strong!"

It did not surprise me. From the corner of my eye, I'd seen Ivan tell the barman to put an extra shot of Gin in the glass.

Ivan asked the same question I had. And Valerie answered in a bit more detail, "I told Andrew that I'm with my best friend, Deirdre, at a company event. I need to be home about 11:00 pm."

As we talked, Valerie relaxed a little. She was actually not too bad-looking and had a tidy, trim figure. It was just that her lack of makeup, and casual skirt, blouse, and cardigan were so conservative, which made her look straight-laced.

Unbelievably, Ivan was on his best behaviour. Usually, he would be throwing all sorts of dirty innuendos into the conversation. Even he appeared to be taken aback by how virtuous and conservative she presented herself. However, when Valerie again mentioned moving to his room, Ivan dropped a hint about my coming with them. Val shot that suggestion down instantly. She exclaimed that she should never have come, as she did not think she could go through with it. She even slugged back her drink and reached for her coat.

Ivan caught her hand. "Stay a little longer. We'll behave. You can't leave so early if you're supposed to be out ten-pin bowling. I'll get you another."

As she made to refuse, Ivan rose and headed for the bar.

Valerie turned to me. "You must think I'm such a hussy. I've never done anything like this before. But I'm at my wits' end as to what to do about my marriage."

I gave her my kindest smile. "I don't think ill of you. You have my sympathy. Ivan has told me you are in an abusive relationship. So I don't blame you in the slightest for seeking out some comfort."

Valerie slumped back into the armchair. I realised how rigid she had been, and how close she had been to doing a runner.

Ivan returned with a couple of Asahi beers and another tall glass of Pimm's for Val. Again, her face twisted up as she took a gulp, and I knew it was another double. We talked some more, and Val seemed to relax a little, but kept hinting to Ivan that she had limited time. Then, while Ivan was talking, she looked at her watch, straightened up, and looked like she had come to a decision.

Val stood, half whispered in Ivan's ear, that she was too embarrassed to walk out with him, and so she was going to the toilet and would meet him at the lift in five. Then, picking up her handbag and coat, she set off to the toilets.

I also stood and handed Ivan his room card. "I'll head home. There is no way Val's going to be up for any of our fun and games."

Ivan pushed my hand away. "Look at her, she's made the decision she's going to play. She's begging for it, and I'll not give her what she wants unless it is with both of us."

I knew it was pointless arguing with him, so I promised I would be up in fifteen. And with a casual, "Room 622. Don't forget," Ivan headed across to the lifts.

As I sat back down and took a sip of my beer, I wondered how embarrassing this was going to be as Ivan tried to talk Val into letting me stay.

As I resigned myself to the awkwardness of what was likely to ensue, I looked around the bar. There were two women, three seats away. One of them was looking me straight in the eye. And when she saw she'd caught my eye, she mouthed, Would you like to join us? 

Not wanting to sit on my own in the now busy bar, I stood and wandered over.

They were both in their mid-forties, presentable, and looked like they would be up for some action. However, I had my doubts as to whether either would be up for doing much in front of the other. Still, I've been wrong before. As we got talking, I pondered the fact that when I want some company, no woman wants to know me. But when getting laid is the last thing on my mind, then women drop out of the sky like raindrops. Ain't life a bitch sometimes.

The ladies were from out of town and looking for some fun on their last night in the city. I was in a dilemma, I hadn't had any sex for weeks, and knew if I kept my promise to Ivan, and went up to his room, I would almost certainly miss out. Still, a promise to a mate is something you have to keep, so after a reasonable length of time, I made the excuse that I needed to make an overseas business call in my room. But as I rose, I covered my bases and mentioned that if my call didn't take too long, I might return. A chorus of "we'll be here" rang in my ears as I made my way to the lifts.

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Sticking the keycard in the door of room 622, I entered as quietly as I could. I was hoping the room would be dimly lit, so I could hide by the bathroom and observe how best to proceed. But every light in the room was blazing, and when I peeked around the corner, I saw Val, flat on her back on the far side of a giant king bed. Ivan was already between her legs, dining at the Y. Val had her head up, looking directly at me. She must have heard the snick of the door lock.

She squealed in embarrassment and struggled to roll away. But Ivan clung to her and held her in place. Letting out a plaintive "Noooh," she grabbed at the covers and tried to pull them over her head. But Ivan must have been lying on them as they wouldn't budge, so she pulled a pillow over her head and wailed, "Oh! How embarrassing."

I went back to the door and turned off all the light switches. But the bathroom light stayed on, and the two lamps over the bed remained on. I left the bathroom light on, but strode over to the bed and turned off each of the reading lights. Then, thinking it was a bit too dark, I crossed to the ranch slider and opened the curtains, letting in some light from the office block across the road.

Noticing the light was now subdued, Val peeked out from under the pillow. But when she saw me looking, she snapped her head under it again and began moaning how embarrassed she was. I noted that she wasn't saying anything about my leaving, but that her wails of woe were all about how she shouldn't, couldn't, and what people would think. So I knelt beside the bed, took one of her hands in mine and began offering sweet platitudes in her ear. 

Val gripped my hand like a drowning person grasping at a lifebuoy. I pulled the pillow away from her face, so she could see I was genuine, and told her she was beautiful, and everything else you say when you're aroused and want to get your end away. Listening to me, Ivan poked his head up and said to tell her she had the most beautiful tasting cunt. Hearing this, Val seemed to relax slightly, although she was still far from comfortable. But over the next few minutes, she did start to show signs that Ivan's ministrations were having some effect.

When I kissed her, Val was initially reluctant. But I persevered, and she began to lighten up some more. Seeing that I had Val engaged, Ivan rose and undid the zip on her skirt, then pulled it and her panties down to her ankles. She was still wearing her sneakers, and he pulled them off without undoing the laces and threw them onto the floor. This brought on a new struggle from Val, but he pried her legs apart again and dived back between them to resume working her hairy snatch.

When Val stopped struggling, I glanced down to see how Ivan was faring. He had spread Val's knees and with a flattened tongue was licking along her gaping slit and upwards to her navel. Val gave the first indication of arousal, a low, soft, longing sound, and her hips shifted forward, searching for more contact. It was not the first time I'd watched Ivan eat a woman. It was something he could never get enough of, and often talked about spending an afternoon between a lover's legs. He was sucking and licking greedily like he couldn't get enough of her taste, and although looking somewhat guilty still, Val was now responding.

I resumed our kissing, but with my free hand began undoing the buttons on her blouse. And when Ivan slid two fingers in, and Val tried to sit up, I slipped her blouse off and unclasped her bra. She only offered slight resistance, then slumped back in resignation as I began to suck on her nipples.

Soon, Val had a hand behind my neck and was pulling me urgently against her breasts. I spent the next few minutes working her hard nubs, but then my knees began to ache from kneeling on the floor. So I pulled away, stripped my gear off, and moved to lie on the other side of her, and resumed my attentions on her breasts. I took note of the fact that they were larger and more nicely shaped than I had thought. For some reason, I had expected them to be soft and saggy.

Before I could get to work on them properly, though, Ivan sat up and pushed me aside. He mounted her and used his hand to guide himself home. Val's gasp quickly turned into a pleasurable little moan. Any reluctance was gone, and her hips began bucking up to meet Ivan's thrusting hips.

I lay alongside, slightly embarrassed to be a witness to their intimacy. But when Val looked at me, trying to focus her eyes, I asked her if it was good. She could only nod her head as she fought to stay silent. I helped her out by pressing my lips to hers again. This time, she opened her mouth for the first time and let me push my tongue against hers. This formerly unassuming, chaste, modest woman was becoming aroused, and her inhibitions were crumbling.

In moments, Ivan was speeding up his rhythm. In and out he plunged, making Val squirm and pant. He lifted and announced he was going to cum. Val pleaded for him to wait, as she wasn't ready. But it was too late, Ivan was already on the gravy strokes and shuddered to a noisy orgasm.

When Ivan rolled to the side, puffing and blowing like an old man, I took his place. There were no objections from Val. To the contrary, she wrapped her legs around my ass and dug her nails into my back. Fuck she was tight. Just as well Ivan had her well lubricated, or I would have struggled. I'm not huge, but I am above average size, so I wasn't surprised when Val complained about my size. I did ponder the fact that she had not complained about Ivan, as he's not as long as I am, but he does have a thick pecker.

Anyway, I tried to take it slow, wanting to make it last and give her the orgasm she had broken all her vows for. But the change in partners seemed to trigger something. And all at once, she was bucking around and urging me to fuck her harder, as she was coming. That tipped me over the edge, and I climaxed also.

I rolled away, my mind already calculating how long it would take to escape home. But Ivan had different ideas. He snuggled into her and began lightly fingering her. Val asked him to let her catch her breath, then blubbered that she should not have done that.

Ivan immediately shut her down. "You came out tonight hoping to get fucked. So don't bemoan the fact that you have been. Dave and I have not finished with you yet, so put a smile on your face and enjoy yourself."

That quietened her down. She relaxed back onto the pillow and closed her eyes. Soon, it was apparent that Val was getting aroused again. But before anything serious happened, we were interrupted by a phone ringing. I knew it wasn't mine, as the tone was wrong. Ivan leapt up, went to Val's handbag, and withdrew her phone. Looking at it, he asked, "Who's Andrew?"

Val nearly crapped herself. "My husband. What time is it?"

I looked at my watch. "10:10", I exclaimed. "Shit, time flies when you are having fun."

Val went to leap out of bed. "I have to go," she wailed.

But Ivan stopped her and halted the call. Then he held the phone up, waiting for it to ring again. Sure enough, before you could count to ten, it rang again, and Ivan stopped it. Then he hit return-call and texted, Deirdre's husband has just picked us up. He won't let me drive as we have all had some drinks. I'm staying in their spare room, and he will drop me off at my car in the morning. I'll see you after work tomorrow.

Ivan showed what he had typed to Val, and as she went to object, he hit send.

Val looked terrified. "He'll kill me," she announced.

Sure enough, a text came back: Call me, and get your fat arse home. Now.

Not in the slightest bit flustered, Ivan texted back.

I'm not talking to you. You'll only embarrass me in front of my friends. Bill is in the police and will not let me drive. I'll see you tomorrow. With that, Ivan turned off her phone and threw it back into her handbag.

We all lay on the bed, the mood having been broken. No one seemed to know how we should proceed. Ivan told me to check the hotel's handbook, in the drawer on my side of the bed. He reckoned there was a spa up top that we could use. I did as he suggested, and saw there was a wellness centre on level 10. But I mentioned to Ivan that the hours were 7:00 am to 9:00 pm. So it would be closed.

"In my experience, they don't mind if you go after hours, as long as you don't make a ruckus," he said, rolling out of bed to grab the two robes from the closet and handing one to me.

"Is there a robe for me?" asked val.

"No. But you'll be okay with a couple of towels around you."

Val said she wasn't leaving the room with only a towel around her. But Ivan wrapped a towel around her waist and a second one under her arms, then guided her out the door. Val struggled at the door, but Ivan told her we would meet no one at this hour.

Sure enough, when Ivan put his card key in the wellness centre's door lock, it snipped open and in we went. Confronting us was a 14-meter heated indoor pool with magnificent views of the Auckland Harbour Bridge. And beyond the pool were a sauna, spa pool and a cold plunge whirlpool. The place was empty, and Ivan whipped the towels away. Val squealed at being exposed and fled around the pool to jump into the spa.

Ivan and I followed. I paused by the sauna as I walked past, making sure there weren't people in there. Ivan placed his robe on a long chest against the wall by the spa. It had a sign on the front, saying Towels, so I knew the upholstered lid lifted. I placed my robe next to Ivan's and stepped down into the spa on the other side of Valerie.

Ivan was already paying her attention, so I searched out the water jets, something I always did when in a spa with a woman. I've managed to sit several women on a water jet over the years, often awakening even the most frigid. And believe me, Val was the complete opposite of frigid by this point in the evening. I could not see what Ivan was doing to her, but she was squirming around like a swan with itchy skin. 

Within seconds, I found an ideal jet, caught Ivan's eye, and had him push Val over to me. She had her legs modestly clamped together, but when she felt what she was sitting on, she allowed me to spread her wide, then gave a little shudder as I used my hand to direct the flow between her legs.

Soon, Val was shuddering from tiny orgasms. And when Ivan saw this, he pulled her up and bent her over the side of the pool.

"Not here," cried Val. "Someone could come in."

"Then it will be your lucky day. You'll get another cock, or two even," smirked Ivan.

I was getting too hot, so I climbed out and sat on the towel bin to wait my turn. But our shy, modest housewife had turned a new leaf. She gestured for me to sit on the floor in front of her, and took me into her mouth and began sucking on my old fella like it was some tasty delicacy.

Ivan did not last long. And even though I was pretty sure Val had climaxed with him, she was out of the pool and helping me to sit on the towel chest so she could sit on my lap and keep going. What was even more amazing was seeing Ivan get out to join us. Val spun around, backed onto me, then bent and took Ivan's messy prick into her mouth and sucked him clean.

It was me watching the door now. I was scared that someone would come and disturb us before I could finish. It was a crazy fuck. Val had to have had another couple of orgasms before I finally blew my load. Realising the Wellness centre was getting cold, we moved to the sauna. The power had turned off, likely due to being on a timer. But it was still pretty warm in there.

I asked Val why her husband hit her.

She gave me a look that said she did not want to talk about it. But then had second thoughts, "I don't do anything. It's a dozen things that set him off. I earn more than he does. That is one of our issues. I'm a company legal consultant. He works in a timber yard. He's always been prone to premature ejaculation and has never managed to satisfy me. It hasn't been a huge problem for me, as I never knew what I was missing out on until an hour ago, but it seems to wind him up. Let's leave it at that. There are dozens of other issues, and I don't want to waste time discussing him."

We caught the lift back down to the room. As we exited the lift, Ivan whipped the two towels off Val. I was surprised he'd left it till then. I half expected him to have her naked before we even entered the lift. Val squealed with embarrassment and scurried off down the hall with her hands covering all her vitals. But Ivan held me back. He was in no hurry and purposefully strolled along. Val did not know which was our room. So she stopped halfway along the hall, tried to hide in a doorway and again let out a squeal of embarrassment. 

Ivan took his time opening the door. When he finally managed to, Val pushed past him into the room, but once inside, she spun around, called him a bastard, then threw her arms around his neck and began grinding herself on his hip. The look of lust and passion in her eyes was incredible. Ivan saw how worked up she was and dragged her over to the settee by the ranch slider, then flicked on the standard lamp next to the settee. The curtains were still drawn, and the two top floors of the building opposite were lit up like a Christmas tree. I could see a couple of cleaners busy vacuuming. 

Ivan had correctly assessed that Val was turned on by the thought of being exposed and caught. I doubted the cleaners could have seen much, even if they had looked up from their work. But once Ivan pointed them out to Val, she lost it. Ivan just held her down, got me to pull one of her legs open, then he inserted two fingers and began frigging her really hard. I settled down beside her, bent over and sucked on her clit. Within seconds,  I no longer needed to hold her leg. Val threw her legs apart and drew her knees up onto her chest. Her first orgasm hit within seconds. And when Ivan kept frigging and I kept sucking, another followed minutes later.

Ivan and I both pulled back to let Val catch some air, but she looked at me through glazed eyes and whispered that she wanted more. So I picked her up and took her to the bad, and Ivan cuddled in behind her. By now, we were both as hard as axe handles again. But just cuddled into her, giving her time to catch her breath.

Val didn't want to wait, though. She searched out my mouth, kissed me and murmured, "Please fuck me. I need you."

As I began to palm my old fella between her legs, Val jerked and cried out.

I knew instantly that Ivan was at her arse. It's his favourite thing. He tries it on with every woman he's ever dated. I heard him growl, "Relax. Let me in, you'll love it."

"I've never done that."

"I'll take it easy. It will only hurt for a minute or so."

"It's only my finger, and it's well lubricated from all your juices. So stay still, be a good girl and give it a go."

I felt Val try to relax, so I bent and kissed her nipples and played with her slit to try to divert her attention. Slowly, she started to move her hips. The timing of her movements suggested it was more related to Ivan's actions than my stroking fingers. When Ivan saw her resistance waver, he rolled away and grabbed the K-Y from the bedside table. I kept fingering her while he lubed himself up and directed himself against her puckered hole.

It wasn't the first DP for Ivan and me, not for a long shot. There had been several over the years. But this one was exciting. It was Val's first, which fact added extra anticipation for me. My arousal grew further when Val grabbed my rigid tool and pulled it between her legs. I knew she was just as keen for us to DP her now.

I sensed when Ivan pressed his knob in, as a moment of panic and pain crossed Val's face. But just as quickly, she forced herself to relax, and my fingers became drenched with a creamy torrent as she squirted. She lowered her face to mine and, kissing me hard, let out a long, loud moan, "He shouldn't do that." Her hips began thrusting back, though, so I knew she didn't really mean it. 

With one hard push, Ivan thrust deeper into Val's asshole, causing her to lunge against me. We were still lying on our sides, and she grasped my rod and tried to feed it into her pussy. I eagerly bent it towards her hole, but our position was wrong, and with Ivan's rod closing up what was already a very tight pussy, I kept buckling and sliding in between our bellies.

Ivan, realising what was happening, pulled out and ordered me onto my back and growled at Val to mount me. She was on top of me in a flash, and as she lowered herself onto me, I took the opportunity to caress her hanging globes and tweak the nipples that were now hard and erect. I had to let them go and hold her shoulders, though, as Ivan pushed her down flat against my body.

I felt Ivan's rod force its way in again, his shaft running along my length. Val cried out from the increased pressure inside her. I held her tight and whispered for her to relax as we sank deeper and deeper, until both of us were seated hard against her butt. Val took some deep breaths and cried out that it hurt. So Ivan and I held still, to let her acclimatise. It took her a few minutes to cope with the new sensations that her stretched holes were engendering. I tried to ease discomfort by running my hands along her sides and murmuring dirty platitudes in her ear. And slowly, as Val relaxed, we synchronised our strokes and began fucking each of Val's tight little holes. 

As she grew more comfortable, her moans became louder, and we increased our tempo. Each time I pulled out, Ivan would thrust in and vice versa. Her cries of joy increased as we increased our rhythm. 

She was so wonderfully tight around my cock that at one point I just lay still for a bit and savoured the feeling of Ivan's shaft gliding long my own. The thin membrane between Val's two holes made it feel like we were both in the same orifice. The double-penetration felt way too short, but in actuality, it lasted over half an hour. Still, all too soon, Val was coming, her cries of ecstasy drowning out the sound of our balls' slapping against Val's rotating ass. My climax was mind-blowing, and the scream of joy that Val emitted told me it was one that she would remember.

As I slipped into the land of dreams, I felt Val caressing me. I had the fleeting thought that she might have been keen on more action. Fuck me. No way. I was absolutely rooted and went out like a light.

I was awoken in the early hours of the morning by the sounds of sexual activity. I lay still and opened my eyes to narrow slits. The bathroom light and the lamp over by the ranch slider were still burning, so I had a clear view of Ivan doing Val doggy beside me. Val had her head buried in the pillow, so I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was 4:10 am. Then opened my eyes wide and watched the action.

Val had her arms spread wide, and each hand was clasping the sheet in a death grip. Her ass was jutting up, and her face pressed into a pillow to stifle her squeals of joy. She kept turning her head to the side to catch a breath. I realised that Ivan was fucking her ass again, and she was really enjoying her second ever anal. Some sixth sense must have told her I was awake as she turned her head my way and opened her eyes.

Giving me a big grin, Val beckoned me to move over beside her, and she took my flaccid hose into her mouth. I didn't stay flaccid for long, she began working it as if it was some sort of nourishment essential to her very existence. Soon, Ivan was indicating he was about to cum, so I guessed they had been at it for some time before I awoke. Val pleaded with him to hold on as she wasn't ready. But Ivan couldn't hold out, and after he came, he collapsed on the other side of us.

Seeing how frustrated she was, I pushed her on her back and mounted her in the good old missionary position. Val writhed around under me and gasped that she was close. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and her breasts jiggled around each time I thrust.

"Can you cum on my face when I cum," she asked.

"Why would you want that?" I gasped.

"I don't know. When I was in my teens a girlfriend said her boyfriend did that to her. And I've often thought about it over the years, and get turned on by the thought."

So a few minutes later, when Val told me she was about to cum, I got on my knees in front of her. I used one hand to whack myself off, and reached down with my other hand and frigged her until she came. I was struggling to get myself off at the same time. But she took my nob in her mouth, and sucked like crazy till I came.

When she felt the first load hit the back of her throat, she pushed my hand away, grabbed my shaft and directed the next load over her forehead. I'd never ever thought of doing that to a woman before. But it was strangely erotic, and I seemed to eject a much larger load than usual, so it did do something for me.

It's funny, but with all the stuff that had gone down, the thing that surprised me more than anything else, was how keen Val was to suck cock. That really blew my mind; not in a million years would I have expected her to be such a crazy keen cock-sucker. 

The next thing I remember, I'm woken by the orange glow of the sunrise coming through the ranch slider. I thought this was strange, as the room was facing west. But when I lifted my head and looked, I saw the sunrise was reflecting off the windows of the office block across the road.

It was 6:30, so I rose and got dressed. Ivan woke and told me to stay for breakfast, and we would do Val again. But I informed him that I was unlikely to be able to get it up again, and that I'd see him next time he was up on business.

Ivan rang me three weeks later to say he was up in Auckland the next day. He was staying at the Stamford again and had Valerie lined up for another threesome. I had to break the news that I was in Japan on business and would not be back for another week.

I believe Ivan met up with Val several times. But I never saw her again, unfortunately.