Unveiled in a Trio’s Dance

Late that afternoon, I started getting ready. Mark wanted us to dine alone first, then meet our “guest” at a chic downtown bar.

I dressed as he wanted: a sleek, black dress, just above the knee, with a fitted blouse that hinted at my curves without screaming for attention.

We left the house hand in hand. As we crossed the threshold, I glanced back, sensing I’d return a different woman.

Dinner was strained. I barely touched my food, my nerves fraying. Afterward, we headed to the bar to meet the man.

Soon, Mark was chatting with someone, and I knew it was him. He introduced him as Lucas, we exchanged polite cheek kisses, and we entered the bustling venue.

The bar was alive with energy. Mark grabbed drinks, leaving me with Lucas momentarily.
I was awkward, answering Lucas’s questions with clipped words. He grew bolder, his hand grazing my lower back, his breath warm as he leaned in to speak.

Once, his lips brushed mine. I froze, knowing why we were there, but didn’t kiss back.

Lucas, undeterred, let his hands wander – my waist, my shoulders – his confidence growing.

When Mark returned, I clung to his side. Lucas took the chance to slide his hand over my hips, a move that sparked irritation.

Mark asked if we’d “warmed up.” Lucas smirked, calling me reserved.

Mark suggested we move on. He’d reserved a hotel, and we drove there in our car, the three of us together.

At the hotel, Mark poured drinks. We sat uneasily – Lucas on one end of the bed, me on the other, Mark in a chair he’d pulled close.

“Mark, your wife is stunning. You’re a lucky guy,” – Lucas said.

“Tonight, you’re the lucky one,” – Mark replied sharply. “You’re our guest.”

Lucas stood and approached me. My body tensed, but he cupped my face, his lips meeting mine in a slow, deliberate kiss, his fingers grazing the swell of my chest.

I instinctively covered myself. Mark spoke up, explaining I was nervous, this being my first time in such a situation.

To ease me, Mark moved behind me, his lips brushing my neck, his fingers sweeping my hair aside. He unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my lace bra, the cool air hitting my skin.

I shielded my chest again, but Mark gently guided my hands to the bed, his fingers kneading my breasts through the fabric, sending a shiver through me.

I couldn’t see him, but I sensed he nodded to Lucas, who leaned in, his lips tracing the curve of my breasts above the bra. He tugged the lace aside, exposing a nipple, his tongue flicking over it, warm and teasing, making my breath catch.

As Lucas’s mouth worked, his hand slipped under my dress, fingers brushing the silk of my panties. I clenched my thighs, but he parted them with a gentle insistence, his touch grazing my folds through the fabric, igniting a spark I hadn’t expected.

“Emily, darling, slip off that dress. Let us see you,” – Mark whispered.

Mechanically, I stood, letting the dress fall, standing in just my bra and panties. Humiliation mixed with a strange thrill as Lucas’s eyes roamed my body, his arousal evident.

Before I could sit, Mark unhooked my bra, and Lucas eased it off, his fingers brushing my skin. They shed their clothes, leaving only their boxers, their outlines visible.

Mark’s hands returned to my breasts, squeezing gently, his lips on my neck. Lucas’s fingers danced down my sides, slipping beneath my panties, brushing my slit. I gasped, my body betraying me with a rush of wetness.

Mark pressed me forward, and I stumbled onto Lucas, his finger now teasing inside me. Our mouths met, and I gave in, kissing him deeply, our tongues tangling as desire overtook my hesitation.

My body responded fully, slick with arousal. Mark, sensing it, tugged my panties down, leaving me bare. The vulnerability was overwhelming, yet exhilarating.

I wanted more. My lips trailed down Lucas’s chest, over his taut stomach, to his boxers. I pulled them down, freeing his erection, thick and pulsing. I kissed the tip, tasting him, then took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling, my hand stroking his base. Behind me, Mark positioned me on all fours, his tongue lapping at my soaked folds, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Mark lifted me slightly, his hardness pressing against my entrance before sliding in, filling me with slow, deep thrusts. I moaned around Lucas, the dual sensations overwhelming. I moved my mouth in rhythm with Mark’s thrusts, my body caught in a primal dance. Mark’s pace quickened, and he groaned, spilling inside me, his warmth flooding me.

Lucas, still controlled, flipped me onto my back, wiping Mark’s release with a towel. His tongue explored me, circling my clit with slow, deliberate licks, then plunging inside, mimicking penetration. My hips bucked, and an orgasm crashed through me, leaving me trembling, my breaths ragged.
I expected a pause, but Lucas spread my thighs, his erection teasing my entrance before sliding in, each thrust measured yet intense. His mouth found my breasts, sucking my nipples, biting gently, his tongue painting wet trails across my skin. I was lost in the sensation, my body responding to a stranger in a way I’d never known.