As she made her way into the hotel lobby, Andrea couldn’t help but feel nervous. It had taken months of flirting and subtle hints to finally convince her husband, Jeremy, to go through with their fantasy of having a threesome. They had both agreed that since they were both attracted to women, it would be best to discover a third partner that could satisfy them both.
She saw Jeremy waiting for her by the elevators, his dark hair neatly styled and his eyes shining with anticipation. Andrea knew he was just as excited as she was, but still, there was something holding her back. She had never been with a woman before, and the idea of sharing her husband with someone else was both thrilling and terrifying.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside, pressing the button for the 12th floor. They had chosen a luxurious hotel, one that was trendy for catering to the more adventurous clients. Andrea couldn’t help but wonder how many other couples like them had walked these halls, searching for something to spice up their sex lives.
They found their room, and Andrea felt her pulse quicken as Jeremy unlocked the door. It was beautifully decorated, with a king-size bed, a plush sofa, and a balcony that offered a stunning view of the city. A bottle of champagne was waiting for them on the coffee table, along with a note that read, “Enjoy your stay.”
Jeremy poured them each a glass, and they sat on the sofa, sipping and talking about how they were feeling. Andrea admitted that she was nervous, but also curious to see how it would all play out. Jeremy was just as nervous, but also willing to finally live out their fantasy.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Andrea’s heart leaped into her throat. She looked at Jeremy, who silently nodded his encouragement. She got up, her knees weak, and walked to the door.
On the other side was a stunning beauty, tall and curvy, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a tight red dress that showed off her ample cleavage and hugged her hips and thighs. Andrea felt a twinge of jealousy and also a wave of lust. This was the woman they had chosen, after all.
“Hi, I’m Katherine,” the woman said with a warm smile. “May I come in?”
Andrea stepped apart, and Katherine walked into the room, looking around with appreciation. She took off her coat, revealing a matching red bra and panties that left little to the imagination.
Jeremy got up and introduced himself, and the three of them started talking, sipping champagne and making small talk. Andrea found that she liked Katherine’s vibe, her confidence and ease. She also couldn’t help but notice how Jeremy kept sneaking glances at the other woman, his eyes dark with desire.
Before she knew it, Andrea was feeling more relaxed, almost giddy with anticipation. She watched as Katherine got up and started dancing to the soft music that was playing in the background. Her movements were sensual, provocative, and Andrea felt a flutter of desire deep in her belly.
Without thinking, she got up as well, and started dancing with Katherine. Their bodies moved together, their hips grinding, their breasts brushing against each other. It was electrifying, and Andrea felt a wave of heat wash over her.
Jeremy joined them, and soon they were all dancing together, a tangle of limbs and desire. Andrea felt the champagne go to her head, making her feel more wild and adventurous than ever before.
Then something shifted. Andrea felt a hand on her waist, and she turned to see that Katherine was kissing her. At first, it was tentative, exploratory, but then it deepened, and Andrea found herself lost in the sensation of the other woman’s lips on hers.
She felt Jeremy’s hands on her as well, stroking her back and her hips, and she moaned into the kiss. It was as if a dam had broken, and all her inhibitions were swept away.
They broke aside, gasping for air, and somehow they were all on the bed, kissing and touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Andrea felt like she was in a dream, a feverish, erotic dream.
Katherine felt incredible, soft and curvy and willing to please. Jeremy was a different sort of pleasure, firm and strong and skilled. It was overwhelming, but also transcendent, as if they were reaching heights of ecstasy that were impossible alone.
Hours passed, and yet it felt like minutes. They explored each other, trying out different positions and techniques, at all times searching for new methods to take pleasure in the moment. Andrea lost track of how many times she came, and how many times her husband and Katherine came, but it didn’t matter. It was all about the sensations, the pleasure, the connection they shared.
Finally, exhausted and sated, they lay together on the bed, holding each other and talking softly. Andrea felt like a weight had lifted from her, like she had finally lived out a fantasy that had been haunting her for years.
As Katherine got up and dressed, preparing to leave, she turned to Andrea and Jeremy and said, “I hope you enjoyed yourselves.”
They both smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this woman they had shared such an intimate moment with.
“We did,” Andrea said, knowing that there would be more moments like this in their future. “We definitely did.”