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Carmen and Ron were both in their late forties and had been married, both for the second time, for three years. Their up and down and tumultuous personal life was partly balanced and counteracted by an avid and lustful sex life, which was often very spasmodic due to long separations.They were on a short interstate working holiday and sitting forty floors up, in the piano bar of an International hotel, enjoying an after-dinner drink.Both had a vivid and profound interest in sexual variations and they often enjoyed discussing what if situations, involving a third person, none of which ever eventuated or was even remotely referred to outside their bedroom.Carmen was considered by Ron to be a voluptuous size 12-14, with long well-formed legs, with generous ham thighs which were a turn on for him. Her crowning glory as far as Ron was concerned, was her wonderful forty-three-inch arse which he enjoyed telling her constantly, “Is magnificent, and the flawless twin orbs of your beautifully proportioned arse are my ultimate turn on.”Usually, he told her this in bed as he was licking and kissing this part of her anatomy. He used to like putting her hand on his limp cock while she had her back to him and then as he licked and kissed her arse with his tongue, let her feel just how big his cock could get by kissing her arse.Carmen liked and enjoyed the power her wonderful arse gave her over him, and also enjoyed being fucked from behind and the noise he made slamming into the twin orbs of her arse as he plunged in and out of her with his erection.Often midway through this, Ron would fantasise aloud to her that, “Someone should be watching this.”Carmen often wondered if he really meant it or was just fantasising aloud, and also wondered how she would react given the opportunity.As Ron went to the bar to order a second round of drinks, he noticed an obviously şişli escort uncomfortable woman aged about forty, trying to catch the attention of someone behind the bar to order a drink for herself.“Need some help?” Ron smiled.“Can you order a gin and tonic for me, please?” a plummy English voice asked. “I am here by myself for a few days on business and am fed up with spending every night alone in my room. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself.”“Would you like to join my wife and I at our table?” Ron ventured gallantly, at the same time running his practised eye over her.She was a complete contrast to Carmen. Fair hair, size ten, he thought, and not voluptuous like his wife but interesting and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dark blue two-piece suit with a white silk blouse. The blouse was undone perhaps one button too many, Ron mused, but the white pearls she wore gave the outfit a touch of class.“I would love to join you both. My name is Zena,” she said as they reached the table and Ron introduced Carmen and himself.Ron watched for any reaction from Carmen as Zena seated herself opposite Carmen with Ron sitting between the two women. Always a keen student of body language Ron watched fascinated as Zena sat and crossed her stockinged legs. Zena’s eyes closely watched for any reaction from Carmen at the same time and picked up Zena’s appreciative gaze on her bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair. In no time, Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well-tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive şişli escort bayan white satin dress by now well above her knees. ‘For Zena’s benefit?’ Ron wondered.After a nervy start to the conversation, Zena had told Carmen and Ron, in a very cultured English voice that she had just one night left in this city before she flew out later the next day.Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of English reserve and expensive well-fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation.’Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed?’ he wondered. As the conversation raced along Zena could not keep her gaze off Carmen’s tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron, “Carmen how do you get such a good tan on your legs?”At the same time, Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as much of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to tease her very obvious interest.“My European blood I think. Actually, I am the same colour all over. I love sunbathing nude. Ron likes to sit and talk to me while I do it. Especially when I am tanning my back. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice blocks on my nipples.”Carmen was watching Zena for her reaction and was not disappointed when she saw her eyes open wide and gleam with excitement. Carmen kept talking. “Ron is an arse man. He says my big arse is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty-three inches he claims. He loves rubbing oil into it while I sunbathe. He gets a real hard-on kissing it, you know, and he says it’s the best for a few other things, as well.”Ron was not sure if the drinks had made Carmen so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Zena. Whichever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between mecidiyeköy escort the two women.By now, Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard-on. ‘Hard-on sounded far more interesting than turn on,’ she thought, smiling to herself.“Sounds terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with anyway.”By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table.“Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen.“What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Anything I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Zena said her hand on Ron’s arm.Zena continued, “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best Oz champers on ice in your room upstairs.”“Why don’t we go and try it then,” said Carmen, jumping to her feet and taking both Zena’s and Ron’s hands. “I’ll break out the old cliches. You can see our etchings and the view is fantastic.”No one spoke at all during the short elevator ride up the extra six stories to their room.“Have a seat, ladies and I’ll open the champers,” Ron said, a slight edge to his voice.As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second glass, Zena said, “This really is good champers. I’m pleasantly surprised.” Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, and both seemed to be vying to see who could let their skirt ride up the most.Ron could feel a tension between the three of them which permeated the room, a tension which he had never experienced before, and it was a tension which he could not easily identify.Carmen stood and walked over to Ron, and took his hand as she guided him to his feet. “What else can we do to entertain Zena on her last night here, Ron?”

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