I’d been curious to explore tantra for some time and on a hopeful whim mentioned an experience that was available on a long planned holiday to the UK to my smart, beautiful, occasionally kinky wife. She looked into it we agreed that it was something to try with some small trepidation but also a lot of anticipation.

But after months of waiting, the late afternoon of our date arrived.

We met at the reception of our colourful art hotel and I took them up to the room for us all to become acquainted. He, short dark hair with a fresh shower spike. Dressed like a young chauffeur in dark tones highlit by a frequently attractive smile. The sort of smile which could be deployed to seduce his world for small gains, here to empathise and put at ease, and she, Spanish with an immediate warmth which warmed the room and us with it. Her long dark hair framing an endearing, exotic face topping a perfectly fitting deep green outfit which could’ve passed for corporate in different light. Together, this stunning, yet modest power couple set us at our ease with light conversation and friendly guidance about how the following hour and a half would play out.

Last time we’d engaged in any public sexual behaviour my wife been assaulted in what we’d hoped would be a great adventure at a London sex club by someone who’d begun as a guide and ended a deceitful taker. A sanctioned dom by reputation, in reality a selfish, small damaging thief.
So we were apprehensive but although both nervous were both put at ease within moments with these two beauties.

As they showered, we disrobed and lay down on the super king in our best underwear. Held hands. Checked in.

And then they were both standing at the foot of the bed in fresh white towels. He at my wife’s feet, and she at mine leaning up to whisper to turn over onto my front as my sleek black boxers were lowered and removed.

Beginning at my feet,
I was slowly oiled up by her body, knees applied to loosened up hard-walked leg muscles. Body sliding over my bum and back. Nipples close, acutely sensed through my valleys, and short pubic hair scrubbing the back of my thighs.

Holding hands again, I mouthed an ‘ok?’ across the way and a small, sweet smile & nod pinged back. His knowing hands easing her upper back while sliding slowly up and down her right leg.

A second whisper in my ear turned me over, where eyes met and for the first time I was able to glimpse her in full. A wonderful sight, and a warm reassuring smile. She was slim but not too slim, perfectly on proportion with her hair now tied back and comfortable in front of me, both of us naked. She began again at my feet a contented smile on her warm face in the low light. Looking across, my wife and partner in crime had also turned onto her back with eyes closed as he began bringing her to life with his fingers. I hadn’t known how I’d react but this unexpectedly hardened me.

My turn began with copious amounts of oil and body easing muscles while working towards my unashamed erection. She began edging me 3-4 times and then rubber gloved, worked up and in to my prostrate with her other hand. It was something I’d opted for as a new experience but ultimately not one that was for me I think. My wife and I have experimented there and it’s been more comfortable, slower and less deep. After a time I delicately let her know that it was okay if I didn’t climax and she understood and eased off as my wife, began her first orgasm clasping tight my fingers as his focussed inside and outside her most intimate places. His breath close to her ear was the push over that infinite, entropic edge.

A catching of breath led a whisper to once again turn over and freshly oiled she she began sliding across my back; her hands following the length of my outstretched arms into the connection I maintained with my wife’s hands and spirit. Feeling the spark between them I was happily electrified.

Then we again parted back to our own journeys: hers with his smooth torso gliding from lumbar to neck and my first look at his shaved, solid semi-hard cock as it filled the indentations along my wife’s back and side. It was a quietly thrilling sight, foreshadowing thrills to come, awakening and confirming my own curiosity in that regard.

…and mine, a conducting hand swallowed into the hair on the back of my head dissipating electrical current while her smoothed body rode crossways over mine, breast to back. Then a working outward from rib to shoulder to fingertips emptying me of languid energy. First one side and then the other.

My head spent time looking each way to keep limber and eyes lingered closed and opened, by turns taking in the scene, and the feeling. Turning across once again my beautiful wife on her back once more, he facing her legs and his whole body sliding from her stomach to the side of her face. That excellent and beautifully scented cock and balls coming achingly close to her mouth each time but never crossing that line. Instead between her lovely breasts then neck then cheek. Never thrusting or smothering, but always his whole body, and open enough that I could still make a small check in and was returned a smile and nod to my happy relief. To be with her as she experienced such pleasure in such safety made everything worthwhile.

I was swung back to my side of the giant bed by another whisper putting me back onto my back. Again exposing my body, myself to her. She began kneading my inner thighs, balls, cock and the front of my pelvis with her oiled knee. Her arms held her aloft and I loved how her stunning breasts moved above me in perfect rhythm with her hips and legs as though a snake upon me. She moved me and I moved with her. Then she repeated the motion on the other side, the oil ensuring everything slid with ease, grace and pleasure. I hoped my wife was as turned on by what was happening to me as I was with her experience and made a mental note to check in afterwards on that. She was still enjoying the inverse body to body slide, eyes closed focussed on the sensation over the sight.

I mentioned that it looked fun for her and my partner chuckled and said we could try it too, and she turned upon me to bring her breasts from my stomach down over cock and back again and again and again. Slowly but with intent. The feeling and the turn-on was immense and I was instantly hard again but what really sent me over was her tidily shaved pussy and arse coming within inches of my mouth each time. Tongue firmly in place but desperate to be released and to make love and to devour.

Across the way hands climbed into each other once more as the man began moving once again to my wife’s vulva. This time one hand worked downward on her pubis and the others fingers worked in a slow in and out motion inside her. Her breath quickened once more and her clasp of my hand tightened as he brought his increasingly deep and intense breath to her ear. My cock responded more overtly than at anytime so far and was re-oiled in her sweet hands. She held and moved my slippery balls with one hand and worked the stiffened shaft with the other. After 3 attempts and starting and moving off and with my wife getting close, she edged me so perfectly the fourth time. I have no idea how she pulled me back in this fog so thick with sexual energy but her knowing smile knew exactly where she had me. Feeling this my wife’s partner eased off as mine pointed our plane at the Sun and she brought me to a pure and sensational orgasm.

…no breath this time. Just the energy and pace of our experience building for my wife again as he quickened, the sucking sounds of oil and her own wetness raising in pitch as the speed increased. My hand white in hers eyes closed head levitating from the bed mouth open projecting aching pleasure as she too came with a beautiful stranger’s fingers.

We slowed.

A towel was applied to me by her and he delicately stood from the bed telling us that they would shower and we should relax in the cozy, still darkened light of our experience.

By the time they’d returned, dressed and ready to leave, we’d found our snuggly hotel robes and had held each other warmly. We all offered pleasantries and then it was a happy adiós to these two who had helped us realise this intimate and special tantric Ménage à quatre.

After, we showered and went to eat. It was difficult at the restaurant because we wanted to spend time comparing notes and fizzing together over what we’d experienced but the place was busy and talking sex is weird in a pizza restaurant. But between then and now, and some great sex this morning we’ve talked a lot in snippets and I’m happy to report that we agree, it was a great experience, something I think we’d like to repeat, and something that has brought us loved up together people, even more together.