Back in 2007 I was working part time at a Starbucks to supplement my income. I was in my early to mid 30’s and looked like I was probably in my early 20s. It was mid-morning on a Sunday and I was working the register, taking orders and joking with customers about their orders. A couple stepped up to the register. It was an older and attractive Asian woman with an older white guy. She order a scone and I repeated my usual skit of announcing “ one scoyne coming riight uuup” in a heavy surfer accent (tourist beach town). The woman started giggling and couldn’t stop. Her husband remarked, “ wow, I haven’t seen her like this in quite a while. You must really have hit her spot.” A few minutes later they both came up to the counter again while the line was empty. He repeated to me that she really enjoyed interacting with me, and if I was taking a break soon to join them outside. I was up for my break and always being curious, I agreed to join them. I am used to interacting with tourists and was expecting the usual inquiries of best places to see. But there was also a deeper, intuitive curiosity in me.

We met outside and sat on a bench that was against a concrete planter. We exchanged introductions and they told me where they were from. They explained they were in town for 2 days and they were staying at a cliffside hotel, above the ocean. The guy explained to me how his wife really liked interacting with me and asked my schedule for the next day. He wanted to know if I was interested in joining them for some fun while they were in town. Everything was stated ambiguously, but my spidey senses were tingling so I told them I was off all morning and gave them my number. I had to get back to work, so we parted ways pleasantly and I went back to work. The next morning, I received a text message, “Hi, it’s _, do you want to come play with us?”

Now I’m not naïve, and had a sense where this was going. But playing it cautiously, I responded that sure, I was up for getting together and showing them around. They responded by asking if I could meet them at their hotel room first. They had a lovely seaside balcony they wanted to share with me and we could plan our day from there. Growing evermore curious, I told them I would be over soon. It was around 10am and I was already driving that direction for other reasons that could wait. I arrived at their hotel within 15 minutes, parked and took a deep breath. I knew I was about to experience something new and different. My heart was racing.

My knock was answered by the wife, dressed in comfortable jogging shorts and a sports top. She invited me in and I shook hands with the husband. They showed me out to the balcony to check the view, and told me they had just returned from breakfast. Then they offered me a seat at the room desk, and asked me if I knew why they invited me over. I confessed that I had an idea, but wasn’t exactly certain. The husband opened up a laptop at the desk, and said it might be better if I read about them. What was on the screen was a profile from an adult connections website. It had sexy and risqué photos of both of them, mostly of the wife. There were photos showing her having sex with other men. It was a tasteful selection. The description told of them being a couple open to sexual experiences with single men, women, and even other couples. My suspicion was confirmed, and my heart was pounding even harder. I closed the laptop and turned my chair. The first thing I had to explain is that I am straight, and not interested in any bisexual activity. They both assured me the husband is too, and that he likes to watch his wife with other men, and sometimes join. He explained that she is like his favorite porn star, and he is turned on watching her. They asked if I was comfortable playing with her while he watched. I told them I was fine with that, but then I explained my personal situation. I was married, with children. I was enduring through a dead bedroom through several years, and though I was excited and in need of experiencing sexual pleasure I had to be honest. They were ok with it. I also confessed I wouldn’t be comfortable engaging in sexual penetration but could happily participate in oral pleasures. They were ok with this too. The wife went into the bathroom to change her clothes while the husband removed his and wrapped a towel around his waist. He sat in a chair that was in the corner of the room, facing the bed. I sat there feeling my heart pounding...

She returned from the bathroom wearing a black, silk and lace baby doll top with matching silk and lace shorts. She was an elegant woman, aged nicely without makeup. Long black hair and a slender body, about 5’6” tall. She asked me if I liked what I saw. I said yes and slid my hand up her thigh. She started to give me a lap dance and we kissed with her arms wrapped around my neck. Both my hands were inside here silk bottoms and sliding over her ass. She stood up and removed her bottoms, turned and bent at the waist. Her pretty pink pussy was exposed to me just inches from my face. I grabbed her ass and gently pulled her open while burying my face into her from behind. She moaned and wiggled as I slid my tongue inside her and moaned. A couple minutes of this and she turned to face me, placing one foot on the arm of the chair and wrapping her hands around the back of my head, to pull my face into her. She rocked her hips back and forth, moaning into an orgasm on my tongue. It was not long before she stepped back and leaned forward to unbutton my jeans. “I want to see what you have for me”, she said while looking into my eyes. My cock jumped out for her and she squealed with delight. “I knew it!” she said, smiling and taking me into her mouth. She lowered to a squat and sucked her way up and down my shaft, swallowing the head and twisting her tongue around it as she did. I looked over her to see her husband sitting with his own cock in his hand, watching us intensely.

She lifted her head up and asked if we could move to the bed. We both stood up and she lied on her back, with her knees bent and legs open. I knelt beside her face, opposite of where her husband was sitting, to not block his view of her and what she was doing as she took my cock back into her mouth. Her husband commented on my size, and she happily agreed. I slid my hand between her legs and my fingers inside her, while she sucked and her husband stroked himself. I was petting her inside with my two middle fingers and I felt her suddenly contract wide open. I felt her moan with my cock in her mouth and her hips jumped. Then her pussy squeezed tightly around my fingers. The vibration of her moaning with my cock deep inside her mouth, while she was orgasming was nothing I had ever experienced before. “Jeezus!”, her husband cried out. “He must have magic fingers!”.

She nodded her head yes and mumbled in agreement with my cock stuffing her mouth. She contracted open again, then quickly clamped down into her second orgasm. I had never felt a pussy. I was so turned on that I asked her if she was ready for me to cum. She sucked harder until I couldn’t hold back. I asked to cum on her face and she moaned yes while letting go of my cock. I had never had the pleasure of giving a facial and the excitement shot out of me in bursts, covering her cheeks, chin, and filling her open mouth. My fingers were still inside her and she entered a third orgasm. Her husband was suddenly on the bed on his knees, on the other side of her. “That was so hot, I have to follow!”. He stroked his load into her mouth and onto her face while she excitingly received it. It was so exciting for me to see, that I quickly pumped out a second load onto her while he was still finishing his. She cried out in pleasure at the attention.

We all caught our breath and slowly stood up, cleaning off. She got up and went into the shower while the husband handed me a beer and a towel. We talked about meeting again, and though it never happened it still remains in my memory as one of the hottest encounters I’ve had.