This time, when we received the news that John would be back in town, we had adequate time to anticipate and plan. It was a nice change. His visit would have him in town on a Friday night, with a late business function to attend.

Unfortunately, it was my weekend to work. I was lucky to find a coworker to cover my shift. I booked the night off from work, and Paula made arrangements for our children to spend the night with a relative. It would be a rare occasion for us; a night to enjoy with just the two of us, and then a late night rendezvous with our lover.

After some discussion, Paula and I decided to spend the early evening hours enjoying a quiet night at home with the kids. After they were dressed and ready for bed, we would drop them off, and head to town for a late supper while we waited for John.

It was a beautiful summer evening, not too hot or cold, and the stars were bright in the sky as we made the short drive into town. The hour was getting late, and there wasn't much traffic on the highway. There were lots of empty parking spaces in the downtown, and the crowds had begun to thin out.

We picked a restaurant from among our favourites and quietly settled into a booth by the window. We held hands and grinned like teenagers, so happy to steal away that little bit of time for ourselves.

The server came and took our order and promptly returned with our drinks. The lighting was dim. We sat for a while, enjoying our drinks before our meal arrived. We were both eating lightly, anticipating a lot of moving and contorting later that evening.

We were just settling the check when Paula's phone lit up.

'I'm done. Just got back. I can be there in 15 mins.'

Paula read the message and flashed her phone at me so I could read.

"He's not meeting us here, is he?" I said. "It's awfully loud in here anyway. Can we just meet him at his hotel?"

I could see the brightness of Paula's smile in the dim light. Her eyes twinkled.

"Yes, the noise. That is the reason you'd like to skip straight to his hotel..." Paula teased.

Her fingers danced across the phone screen. Minutes later, her phone illuminated the dim booth once again.

'Sure. I'm in 503.'

We gathered our things and headed out the door. The evening was cool and calm. From further down the street we could hear the sounds of music. Paula fished a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and passed me one.

We stood there on the sidewalk, looking toward the lake. We smoked in silence, watching our smoke rise and disappear in the sky. When our cigarettes were finished, we slowly strolled toward the waterfront.

It was a short walk. Within minutes we had traveled the few blocks that separated the restaurant and hotel. We walked quickly through the lobby and entered a waiting elevator.

With a "ding" the doors opened, and we made a left turn, following the signs. When we knocked, John quickly answered. He had already made himself comfortable, wearing gym shorts and an old T-shirt.

The hotel room had two double beds. John flopped down on one, and Paula and I sat down across from him on the other bed. We made small talk about work, family, and the weather. We shared some stories and had a few laughs.

Before long, John had slipped off the bed to stand in front of Paula. He bent down and rested his hands on her shoulders, leaning in and breathing in the scent of her hair. His fingers began to trace the neckline of her dress. Soon, he was squeezing and kneading her lovely breasts through her dress.

I slid behind Paula and pulled her dress down, fumbling and then releasing her bra. Paula peeled it off and tossed it in the corner with an exaggerated gesture. We all chuckled.

John grabbed both of Paula's breasts and bounced them on his palms. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers. Their faces met in a passionate kiss. I cradled her breasts as John's hands cradled her face. They continued to kiss as I watched, growing harder inside my pants.

"Why don't you suck on one, and I'll have the other?" John suggested.

Paula held her breasts now, offering them to us. John and I sank to our knees, each of us taking one and noisily sucking and nibbling on her puffy nipples. Paula spread her legs and wiggled her bottom closer to the edge of the bed. I stroked the wet spot on her panties while she watched John slowly undress.

I kissed Paula then, as she helped me out of my pants. I was aware, as I was bending over to pull off my socks, of John stroking his hardening cock inches from my face. Paula took over stroking both cocks, and John and I went back to alternately playing with her pillowy tits and kissing her deeply.

Soon, she was switching it up and sucking both cocks. She was jerking us hard and fast, using her saliva to lube our cocks. John and I fingered the wet spot on her panties, and we could see and hear how wet she was getting for us.

"How do you want me, boys?" Paula asked us demurely.

"Get out of your dress and get up on that bed. Eric and I are going to take turns licking your pussy now."

Paula stood and provocatively stripped down, slipping out of her dress and wiggling her moist panties down and kicking them off her feet. She flopped unceremoniously down on the bed and spread her legs, giving John and I a great view of her dripping snatch.

I was the first to sink to my knees and part Paula's folds with my tongue. She moaned and trembled at my touch, prompting John to walk around the bed and feed his cock into her willing mouth. I watched as best I could from between Paula's legs as she sucked him and he played with her breasts.

When it was John's turn, I assumed his spot on the other side of the bed and held both of Paula's hands as she ground and bucked her cunt against John's face. His face was slick and shiny, but his happiness was unmistakable.

Paula moaned as John broke away from her and slid up her body, kissing both breasts on his way. When they locked lips and embraced, I slowly made my way around the bed. I propped Paula's legs up on my shoulders, with my cock resting at her entrance. John turned, made eye contact with me, and let his hand fall to rest on her small patch of pubic hair.

With a grunt, I eased into my wife. I was taking it slow and relishing the moment. John's wandering fingers found her aroused clit and he began to rub it gently as I buried my length inside her. Once I was comfortably inside, I slowly stroked in and out.

My cock throbbed with excitement as I watched John and Paula kiss and play. Every so often, I would pull out and slap my cock against her slit, usually prompting a yelp from Paula. I took my time, enjoying the growing warmth and wetness between my wife's legs.

When I felt like I couldn't contain myself any longer, I withdrew. For a moment, I simply admired the view. Paula was flushed with excitement, and fairly trembling in anticipation of what was to come. I beckoned John into position with a flourish. The grins and chuckles revealed that my showmanship wasn't lost on the crowd.

John wasn't wasting any time. He grabbed Paula's hips and hauled her to the edge of the bed. She giggled a little at his passionate display. I stood shoulder to shoulder with John and watched him bury his prick in Paula's eager pussy.

Once he was inside, he shuffled his feet a little and adjusted himself. I waited for my moment, and as he was about to start giving my wife a proper fucking, I spoke.

"Give her married pussy a good fucking. I want to know that you've been there. Really stretch her out for me." I said with a wink to Paula.

John groaned and Paula giggled. I saw John tense in excitement, impacted by my words. Paula wrapped her arms around him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. I grabbed his ass with both hands, sinking to my knees.

As he found his rhythm, I leaned in and rimmed his asshole, cupping his full balls. Sharing the love, I moved in closer and tongued Paula's asshole while John continued to pound away. His heavy balls slapped against my cheek and chin. The juices flowed freely from Paula's pussy, coating John's cock and running down her crack.

I was mesmerized. My nose was inches from his cock and her pussy. I absently stroked myself, probably grinning like a fool, and willing that moment to never end. I was startled from my reverie as John pulled his thick cock out of my wife. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped it, eager to see what he wanted next.

John grasped Paula's hands and pulled her to a sitting position, sinking to his own knees at the same time. Without a word, he wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked me. Paula joined him. I was in heaven with both sets of lips massaging my cock, feeling their tongues wrestle playfully as they licked and kissed me, and each other.

Eager to return the favour, I sank to my knees as John stood up. It was his turn to receive the royal treatment. Paula and I took turns sucking him, and sucked him together, sliding our lips from base to tip in unison. We French kissed, with his cock sandwiched between our mouths. John's moans and the gentle pressure of his hand on my head was all the encouragement I needed.

"I think it's time for you to open Paula's ass. She's going to want both cocks in her before long," John declared wisely.

I licked my lips and looked up at him, still holding his manhood for Paula to suck. His eyes were almost closed now and a low groan escaped his lips. With a popping sound, Paula released his cock from her mouth and allowed herself to fall gently back on the bed.

Her rosebud was wet and glistening, both from the oral attention I had given earlier and also from the copious amount of pussy cream that had flowed from her and trickled down her crack. I took my time easing into her, allowing her to adjust to my length and girth.

John was next to her on the bed, half sitting, with his eyes fairly glued to me as the last of my shaft disappeared inside Paula's tight ass. He slowly stretched out to finger her wet box as I began to piston in and out. Before long, I was grunting and thrusting into her at full speed. Her hips arched up from the bed, pushing against me.

Her movements became more and more frantic as she raced toward her orgasm. John's fingers were a blur sliding in and out of her pussy. John silenced her moans of pleasure with kisses all over her lips and face. I buried my cock in her ass and rode out the storm, enjoying the contractions of her orgasm.

For a moment, the only thing that existed was us, in that hotel bed. My senses were overloaded with all the sights and sounds. I watched from outside my body as Paula thrashed around on my cock, kissing John deeply. The scent of sex filled the air.

The only sounds were the primal noises we made together, and the wet squelching of John's fingers as he coaxed multiple orgasms from my wife.

I was still. My cock was deep inside Paula's incredibly tight ass. I was enjoying the tremors still rippling through her. Once I saw her relax, I began to pump in and out once more. My plan was to step aside and gesture John into position again. All plans went out the window as John edged closer to me, reaching his hand around to rub his wet fingers against my rosebud.

I slowed my pace, trying to stem the rising tide of my own orgasm. It was a futile attempt. John commanded me to cum inside Paula's ass. When Paula confirmed it with a nod, I sealed the deal. I roared and buried my cock, feeling rope after rope of sticky cum splashing against her insides. Paula pulled me down on top of her, kissing me and moaning into my mouth.

My body trembled all over as I untangled myself from my wife's embrace. If John had been any more eager to take Paula's ass, he would have had to grab my shoulders and physically move me out of his way. As soon as my softening cock slipped free, it was replaced by John's. Paula cried out softly as he entered her.

It seemed impossible, but he was buried to the hilt in no time at all. He found his rhythm, putting Paula's legs on his shoulders and giving her a deep fucking. I settled in next to Paula to watch the show.

John was like a man possessed. He was grunting and sweating now, taking his cock out and plunging fully back inside Paula's tight asshole. I began to stiffen up again almost immediately. I smiled to myself and commended us on our luck in seducing this charming and sexy man into our love life. His presence seemed so natural and welcome.

"We're going to stretch your pussy out with two cocks." John said decisively, startling me from my musings.

John and I disappeared into the bathroom to clean our cocks with a washcloth. When we returned, Paula was still flushed and panting. Her fingers lazily circled her clit as she batted her eyelashes at us coyly.

We helped her to her feet. John climbed onto the bed and pulled Paula on top of him. I held his cock as she slid her wet cunt down on him. They wriggled and adjusted themselves as I climbed onto the bed and squatted behind Paula's tempting ass. I grabbed her hips, enjoying guiding her up and down as she fucked John's thick cock.

I had them slow to a stop, rubbing my cock against John's and edging it closer and closer to Paula's already very full cunt. The first attempt I made at pushing into her made John slip free. I hastily tucked him back inside my wife and made another attempt, this time firmly holding her hips and keeping John buried inside of her.

I'm sure we all moaned in unison as my cock head parted her lips, the first few inches disappearing neatly. The tightness was overwhelming. When we tried to buck and move together, I slipped out. Paula and John started to grind and fuck as I tugged my cock, only inches away from her snug pussy.

With a hand on Paula's back, I slowed them to a stop again. This time I held my cock at the base, lined it up, and drove nearly the whole length into her. John and I were now both almost fully inside her pussy. I could feel Paula's whole body tense as our cocks pulsed and throbbed in her. We jostled together a little, but couldn't comfortably find our stride.

"That is just too tight for fucking," I said, pulling my cock free.

John took a cue from this, and rolled Paula onto her back again with a startled yelp. "Your wife has an amazing pussy," John said. I was quick to agree.

Paula's smile was beaming, and I loved the playful light that sparkled in her eyes.

"Mmm. Yes. Fuck me. Use me."

"Do that thing you do where you milk my cock with your pussy. John will love that!" I suggested with a grin.

I could see Paula's tummy ripple as she held and squeezed his cock with her vicelike cunt. John was grunting and wheezing, clearly enjoying the experience.

"If you don't stop that, you're going to make me cum..." John cautioned.

I knew from experience, after hearing his words, that Paula would certainly rise to the challenge and bring him to orgasm. She looked playful and in control as I watched them grind together. Her face radiated happiness and her eyes sparkled with mirth. She was radiant and beautiful, a powerfully sexual being.

Suddenly, with a roar, John grabbed Paula's ankles and furiously pounded his cock into her. I cupped his balls, enjoying feeling his seed pump deep inside my wife. The bed creaked and groaned as John fucked her wildly, riding out his intense orgasm. Paula encouraged him, whispering naughty words into his ear.

John was trembling and exhausted. He slowly withdrew his cock, inch by inch. When it slipped free, my tongue flicked the last drop of cum from the tip. John was breathless and gasping.

"Uh oh," I teased, "You may have finally done him in this time, Paula. The coroner's report will read death by vagina."

We all laughed uproariously as John flung himself down on the bed, mock tapping out like a martial arts fighter.

I spread her lips and gently probed her sweet pussy with my tongue. I scooped up some of their mixed juices on my tongue and shared a kiss with Paula. Paula and John began to kiss as I worked my way past her breasts and down her tummy to flick my tongue on her clit and probe her fleshy folds again.

She quickly had another climax and I lapped at her juices like a kitten. Soon, my cock was at her entrance yet again and I began to fuck her. I felt like the star of the show with both of them watching me pump in and out. John massaged her clit and encouraged me, pleading with me to add my load to his. Paula took a cue, staring lovingly into my eyes and begging for my load. Who was I to refuse?

I picked up speed, hurtling toward my orgasm like a freight train. I grunted and gasped, the familiar pangs of orgasm gripping me. I tensed, growling, as my cum erupted. I kept up the pace until my orgasm was long over. As I ground to a halt, I could see cum, John's and mine, oozing out around my cock and pooling under Paula's ass.

She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I collapsed onto the bed beside her. John and I both held her and stroked her, bathing in the afterglow.

After some time had passed, we all excused ourselves separately to use the restroom and freshen up. We settled in for small talk once again, with John on one bed and Paula and I on the other. I can't remember what we talked about; nothing serious, I'm sure. We chatted and had some more laughs.

Mid-conversation, without any prompting, John began to slide his gym shorts down. Before long, his shorts were on the floor and his cock was in his hand, swelling up again. Paula got up from her seat next to me on the bed and got on all fours between John's spread legs. She took his cock in her mouth.

He was rock hard in no time. Paula bobbed and slobbered on his cock, sucking him with complete abandon. I couldn't resist their allure, stripping myself down and tugging my own prick hard. I lifted her dress and got behind her. John was quick to peel her dress up over her head and off, tossing it on the floor.

I was soon thrusting away doggy style as Paula expertly sucked him off. By the time I had worked into a good rhythm, Paula had his cock sandwiched between her breasts. She was simultaneously boobing and blowing him while I fucked her.

I was surprisingly turned on again, or still. I quickened my pace until I could feel another climax approaching. John was becoming very animated, moving around underneath Paula as I pumped in and out of her.

His timing was perfect. Just as I was about to cum, he stretched his legs out and wrapped them around Paula. He squeezed her legs tightly together, clamping her cunt down as tight as a vice on my cock. I howled and pulled on her hips, driving as deeply into her as I could. The intensity of my orgasm startled me. I was seeing spots as I finally coasted to a stop.

I flopped onto the bed beside John as Paula eased down on his cock. He wasted no time in rolling her onto her back again. I kissed Paula and squeezed John's ass as he stuffed her pussy missionary style. He was taking no prisoners this time. He grunted and gasped, fucking her hard and deep.

There was the sound of slapping flesh, the creaking bed, and the occasional tap of the headboard on the wall. John was red in the face from exertion, his face a mask of concentration.

With a final grunt, he buried himself inside her and spilled his seed again. He wasn't thrusting anymore, just holding Paula in his arms as he came. I was transfixed, watching his balls pulse as they emptied their contents inside my beautiful wife.

When John rolled off of her, we all lay exhausted and panting in bed. Nobody was in a hurry to move, but slowly we began to collect our scattered clothing and dress once more. It was late now, nearly three a.m. We fumbled through our goodbyes, with none of us being especially good at them.

John had opted not to get dressed and accompany us out, for a change. Instead, we parted ways at his hotel room door. He had a handshake for me, and a kiss and hug for Paula. The goodbyes are always tough, but always worth the passion and intensity we share together.

Paula and I headed down the hall to the elevator, walking hand in hand, without speaking a word. When the elevator chimed to signal its arrival, Paula glanced up the hall toward John's room.

"I wonder when we will see him again?" She pondered.

"Not soon enough." I said with a grin, merrily slapping her ass as she ducked through the elevator doors.

As we rode down to the lobby, Paula and I shared a passionate kiss. The faint scent of John's cologne still clung to her. For a moment, I closed my eyes and imagined that his next visit was nearly due. I wondered if his thoughts had turned to us as well?

I knew with certainty that when the time came, Paula and I would be elated to see him again, and to make more memories to cherish in his absence.

The elevator chimed again, and the lobby unfolded before us. We held each other tightly and strode out into the cool night air. It was a short stroll to our car. As the light from the hotel faded, we paused for a moment, our eyes fixed intently on the hotel's silhouette against the skyline.

"Until next time..." I muttered under my breath, yanking the car door open and settling in. The engine roared to life. Soon, the city faded in the glow of our tail lights, leaving Paula and I smiling together and content. We were bound for home, but certain to return very soon.