Katy, Liz and Me

I first met Liz 9 months ago. We were staying in the same hotel in Hastings, me working as a sales rep with a number of clients in the area and Liz an accountant with a large multinational with an office in Rye. We were sat at opposite ends of the bar and it was quite clear we were both on business as I was still in my suit, albeit with tie undone while Suzie wore an immaculate pinstriped two piece covering a white blouse. I raised my pint glass to her in solidarity at our solitude and she tipped her glass of white wine in my direction in acknowledgement. To say we hit it off was something of an understatement. I bought her a drink and she suggested as we were both staying in the hotel that we share a table for dinner, something about “the hotel only needing to change one set of table linen afterwards” and I all too eagerly accepted. It was clear we had more in common than just being away from home on our own as we spent the meal flirting and exchanging looks that were just that bit too long to just be considered dining companions. It’s no surprise to say it but we ended up in her bed that night and the following morning Liz joked that we’d saved the hotel another lot of washing with me not getting back to my room that night.

There’s no doubt what I did was wrong. While Liz was happily single, I was married and I felt like hell over it for the next couple of days, but the truth is my sex life at home was non-existent due to my travelling and the kids and when an opportunity as keen and attractive as Liz appeared on the horizon it was not one to be sniffed at. We swapped numbers and whenever we were both staying in Hastings we’d end up in one room or another and it’s fair to say that neither of us got much sleep those nights. We’d get to the hotel, have sex, shower, order a bottle of wine which we’d share in the room, go down to the restaurant for dinner and then head back to her room for the night. There was nothing she wouldn’t do in the bedroom and it’s no exaggeration to say that I learnt a few new tricks over those nine months. Then along came Katy.

Liz and I had already had sex that evening and Liz showered first as always (long hair, needed to dry it before dinner) when there was a knock at the door. I stepped out of the shower to see a girl with long, dark hair tied back just setting down a tray containing two wine glasses and a chiller with a bottle of white wine (Sauvignon Blanc as always) on the dresser. Liz reached for her purse to tip the girl but fumbled it and as she bent down to pick it up, the girl caught an eyeful of her ample breasts inside her white towelling dressing gown and it was clear that the girl was ogling Liz. Liz looked up and caught Katy staring at her and what happened next took me completely by surprise. Liz put her hand on the girl’s face and kissed her. Gently at first but it soon developed from a peck to a full-on kiss on the lips which went on for a few seconds before the girl pushed her tongue into Liz’s mouth and the two of them French kissed as if they’d been doing it for years. I coughed and the two girls quickly turned round blushing as if caught by the headmaster. Katy tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and made for the door at which point I put my hand up to stop her.

“What’s your name?” I asked her
“Katy”
“And what time do you finish?”
“My shift actually ended 10 minutes ago but we were short staffed so I offered to do this one last run for the kitchen to help them out.”
“So you’re on your own time now then?”
“Yes, I guess I am.” Came the reply.

Liz stepped forward and pointing at the swelling underneath my towel, whispered to Katy
“Looks like he enjoyed our little kiss. Fancy staying for a while and helping him out with that?”
Katy nodded, slowly at first but then more eagerly. Liz turned to Katy and started fondling her breasts through her fitted white blouse and as Katy started to breathe a little more deeply, Liz unbuttoned Katy’s blouse to reveal a powder blue bra. The two of them started kissing again and with their attention distracted I stepped behind Katy and slid my hand round the front of Katy’s trousers to start rubbing at her snatch before undoing the button and letting them fall to the floor. Standing there in her bra and a matching pair of blue shorts, the two girls collapsed onto the bed and Katy’s hands were soon under Liz’s dressing gown exploring her ample curves. I reached for Katy’s backside only to be slapped away by Liz’s hand with a curt “you wait your turn, buster” as the two girls settled down on the bed and Katy started to run her tongue up the inside of Liz’s thigh. Liz lay there moaning as Katy ate her pussy but managed to let out a “now fuck her, Nick” between gasps and I needed no second invitation as I eased Katy up onto her knees and pushed my cock inside her. Katy was now deeply inside Liz and I was even deeper inside Katy as the three of us fucked like porn stars and perhaps unsurprisingly given the circumstances we were in, it didn’t take me long to shoot my load which Katy seemed quite happy to have inside her, all the while continuing to lick Liz’s pussy. I withdrew to catch my breath and Liz took that as an opportunity to change positions as she lay Katy back on the bed and started to lick my spunk out of Katy’s cunt. This was the stuff of every man’s dreams – I’d just cum inside a girl I’d only just met and now my extramarital affair was licking it out of her. Fantastic. After a few minutes of covering her lips and face in my cum and Katy’s juices, Liz then sat up and kissed Katy fully again, the two of them covered in a combination of each other’s juices and my seed. It was magical. The girls then realising that I’d cum and they hadn’t, manoeuvred themselves into a 69 position which soon had them both gasping in orgasm while I sat there idly playing with my twitching cock. Satisfied, we all collapsed onto the bed and cuddled with me in the middle of the two girls who took it in turns to kiss me and then kiss each other.

We spent the next 2 or 3 hours together, with the girls playing with each other and with me and the three of us changing positions in order to get the most out of our time together but for me that first one was the best. Finally exhausted at about 10pm, Katy gathered her clothes and headed off home while Liz and I spent the rest of the night recovering. My balls were aching and she was sore from all the sex she’d had and we just enjoyed basking in the post-coital glow of our first threesome.

And our last one come to that as I never saw Katy or Liz again. Initially our visits to Hastings no longer seemed to coincide before Liz confessed to me in a phone call that our session with Katy had persuaded her that there was “more to life than guys” and that instead of checking into the hotel, she was spending nights over at Katy’s place. Initially I was gutted, but I figured that with a wife and kids of my own I should take that as a reminder that while what I’d got wasn’t perfect, it was more than most people had and I shouldn’t treat it so casually.

And then one night at the opposite end of the bar sat Claire. But I’ll save that for another time.