I sauntered into the dimly lit bar, its walls dripping with the haze of cigarette smoke. I felt eyes travel over my body as I made my way up to the mahogany counter. The bartender stood behind it, his crisp white waistcoat perfectly tailored to his strong form. His biceps bulged as he poured my manhattan, his brilliant blue eyes looking up at me with a burning intensity. He asked in a low and throaty tone which whiskey I'd like in my drink, and I could feel heat radiating off of him.

The couple beside me exuded an air of sensuality and confidence. I could feel the warmth radiating off their skin and see the smoldering glances they exchanged. My already heightened senses were amplified as I was overwhelmed by the cloying scent of their cologne.

"You should get a rye whiskey," the man commanded in a low voice, his gaze never once leaving his companion, almost dismissive to me. I was an outsider, an intruder in the moment, but I still nodded meekly in agreement.

"What are you both drinking?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and admiration.

"Margaritas," the woman replied with a sly grin, "Spicy."

The mysterious woman gracefully sashayed towards me at the bar. Blonde strands of hair accentuated her porcelain face. Her close-set eyes were a striking blue that seemed to reach right into my soul. I felt my heart rate quicken with each passing second. The man next to her had a tattoo of a ship on his arm, which he draped protectively around the woman's waist. Rachel and John introduced themselves– they were travelers looking for some fun during their stay in the city. As our eyes locked, I saw her lips curl slyly as she murmured my name – Michael, I want you – into my ear. My body tingled with uncontrollable desire as I drew her closer and kissed her softly.

Rachel pushed the glass of wine across the table towards me, her slender fingers caressing the stem. I felt my skin flush in anticipation, and I shifted in my seat as John's rumbling laughter filled the otherwise silent room. His green eyes shone with mischief as he winked at her, his suggestive comment lingering in the air: "that's not all she likes to share."

I was taken aback by Rachel's words, but my body stirred with an undeniable excitement. We exchanged knowing glances, then set off for the hotel. In the room, the air was thick with anticipation and I watched as Rachel and her husband slowly undressed. I felt a shiver run up my spine as I took in the beauty of their entwined bodies. Then she stepped towards me and whispered "My husband really wants to see me fuck another man," her eyes glinting with arousal.

As her hands tangled in my hair, I could feel the heat radiating from them both, unstoppable.

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