My wife T (32) and I (34) recently travelled to a nearby city and invited a man to our hotel room for the evening.

After posting an add online, I screened through the responses until I found a few guys who I thought my wife would enjoy (decent body, experienced sexually but not necessarily bulls, hot, not cocky, understanding of our first timer status).

T immediately picked out two guys and began chatting with them - she would have been happy with either, but the guy who we went for (R, 28) quickly clicked with her, and generally came across as being very personable.

They messaged for a few days in a WhatsApp group with myself (I introduced myself, but then mostly left them to chat apart from when he engaged with me which was appreciated).

We arranged a date and booked our room. At this point I had a mixture of excitement, arousal, some trepidation, but mostly kept it all in check as I wasn't fully convinced that it would actually happen - how wrong I was.

We met at a bar down the street from where we were staying (with another two other hotels also in walking distance incase we needed to abort and create some distance). It was an odd feeling as though I was just meeting an acquaintance of hers for some friendly drinks.

I did briefly forget at least once that we had arranged to meet him for him to hook up with my wife which was a bit of a head fuck when I remembered.

He chatted with us both equally and even commented that we seem like a great couple. He didn't once make me feel like he was trying to out-do me or trying to come across as more dominant which would have likely led to us pulling the plug on the whole thing.

He tactfully excused himself to get water and head to the toilet to give us space for 5mins which was appreciated. We both agreed to go ahead as planned, and I invited him to our room when he returned which he grinned widely at and said he'd be delighted.

At the room. By 8:15pm we were up at our room and he and I chatted on the bed and chair as my wife went to freshen up in the en-suite. She came out wrapped in a towel and her hair up, and I was left wondering if she had anything on underneath.

I kissed her briefly and she smiled warmly as we pressed our foreheads together. She looked searchingly into my eyes, and I smiled back as I gave a slight nod.

We had agreed that we would check in throughout, and that either of us could pump the brakes or even end it completely at any point. My nod was a sign to her to proceed.

I turned her and passed her into his waiting arms and retreated a few steps back to the armchair. I vividly remember his hands first touching her hips and bringing her close in the fluffy white towel. It seemed odd at the time that he was now holding her hips, the curve and warmth of which I know so well, as I sat just feet away.

I watched as their lips met, and they kissed playfully for a minute or so. I know from experience how much kissing turns her on, and felt a slight relief that it seemed most likely that she was now into it, and would be game to take it further.

As their kiss ended, she took a few steps away towards the bed and playfully let her towel fall to the ground. She stood sideways on to him with her back to me, and it crossed my mind in that moment that he was seeing a full side profile of my wife's body, naked except for some French cut lace panties.

She laid forward onto the bed and he quickly reached for the massage gel. For the next 20 minutes he proceeded to give what I have to admit was a pretty impressive full back massage. He wasn't joking when he said he was good.

I stepped forward and bent forward to check in with T. I kissed her forehead and checked that she was ready to take things further - she shyly nodded, and I pulled her knickers down and off.

I wasn't surprised to see how wet her knickers were, and I gave her bum a playful squeeze before retreating back to my seat with her fragrant creamy underwear in hand.

R pulled down his chino shorts and tossed them to one side. He looked across briefly and I nodded my approval, then I watched as he adjusted the bulge in his fitted grey boxers as he surveyed my naked wife before him.

I don't really remember how I felt as his hands met her bum for the first time. The first thing he did was to gently pull her her cheeks apart as he kneaded them, and I did feel my heart race as he leant forward clearly checking out her pussy from behind.

The thing that really got me going was how T slightly shifted her legs apart - this is something that we have roleplayed a lot, with me prompting that it is her subtle way of physically encouraging her lover by giving him access.

His hand inevitably reached down between her legs, and my cock strained against my underwear as T subtly lifted her bum, tilting her pussy out towards his exploring hand.

R rubbed at his cock as he played with her, but I dared not even touch myself even lightly as my wife tipped and rocked her pussy and arse against his hand for fear of losing control and quickly blowing my load.

My whole body seemed to throb with energy with my heart racing as I watched her cum that first time. Her moans built almost into squeaks, and the sound of his hand slick against her creamy pussy turned almost into a wet slap - still face down, her hips bucked up and down against his hand as her moans bleated out between ragged breaths.

As she collapsed on the bed catching her breath, R looked over with a wide grin on his face. I smiled, lost for words and went over to stroke her cheek. T had clearly cum hard and was basking in her glow.

As she gradually came back down to Earth, T was beaming. She looked even more beautiful than ever in that moment, and I told her as much as we shared the moment. We kissed briefly, and said 'I love you', and in that moment I felt closer to her than ever.

R was brilliant - standing back with a smile on his face. I broke the tension by pointing out that it may now be his turn to have a release, and we laughed as he acknowledged the impressive bulge. My wife mentioned later that she liked how his cock had leaked slightly in the excitement, turning the front of his boxers a dark grey - something that I too had noted.

I retook my place once more as she smiled warmly and beckoned him over. She pulled down the front of his shorts and pulled out his cock as he reached down to gently squeeze her breasts. He leant forward and kissed her again as they gently fondled each other.

I found it strange that my cock had gone soft as I watched her take him in her mouth for the first time. Sitting next to her then, my cock was flacid, feeling copious amounts of cold precum inside my underwear as I watched my wife suck and gently jerk off another man.

It wasn't long at all before his breathing quickened and his hips gently pumped back and forth. He looked down at my wife - admiring her breasts and shaved pussy as she sat on the edge of the bed before him - and tipped back his head as she pumped his cum onto her breasts and across her stomach. She licked the back of her hand and giggled as he groaned above her, his athletic body tensing and relaxing.

She then hopped up, playfully kissed each of us on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom.

Aftermath. So all things considered, it was a very positive experience. Since our trip we have made love countless times, and I have loved hearing her giggle and play shy as she urges me to recount the details to her. She didn't end up having PIV, but that doesn't matter - it was a hot experience, and there are certainly no regrets. We have no immediate plans to rush into our next encounter, but it is definitely on the cards.