A Virgin Man Joins a Couple

I had taken a week off to have a holiday at a nice hotel. I am 20 years old, I've had one or two on-off girlfriends and was ready to join up with other singles my age. My hotel room balcony overlooked the swimming pool and the sea beyond. I couldn't wait to plunge into the pool and relax on a lounger, close my eyes and let the sun lull me into a dreamy state.

After the evening meal outside on the hotel terrace I strolled back to my room, went out on my balcony and gazed at the setting sun. A woman came out on the balcony next door. By leaning on our railings we could see each other and we both remarked on how lovely the view was. We chatted for about five minutes and exchanged first names before she retreated inside her room.

I felt almost sleepy in the warm air so I spread a towel over my lounger and angled it to almost lie flat. While I dozed I thought about the woman next door. Her smile and eyes had been captivating. She referred to her husband once and I guessed she was at least ten years older than me.

As I closed my eyes I started thinking if only she were more my age and single. With that scenario, I could get to know her better and try to date her, although I was inexperienced and slightly shy about that sort of thing. My mind took over my body as I imagined the woman on the other side of the wall getting into a shower to get ready for bed.

The night sky darkened and I felt alone. Soon I had an erection but before I played with myself I got up to quietly check that nobody was on the balcony next door. I peeked at their balcony by leaning over the railing. Their blinds were drawn. Feeling safe I stepped out of my trousers and got back onto my lounger which left me wearing an unbuttoned shirt, pants and white tennis socks. For a young guy, I was in good shape because I was physically fit from playing sports.

The more I thought about watching the good-looking woman in her shower with me holding her towel, the larger I became inside my pants and I was soon playing with myself. I wanted it slow, so I massaged my balls before I chucked my pants away to give me more freedom with both hands. My imagination continued with the shower scene as she washed herself. She asked me to stay but to strip naked and I thought about how my erection pleased her. Ten minutes later I was in a world of my own and my senses were so concentrated on myself that I didn't notice the very slight smell of perfume in the air.

The seductive smell went and a minute later came back and seemed to add to the situation in my head of me naked in front of this woman. I still stroked myself and spread my legs more as my feelings began to take over my body. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that a movement caught my eye, a shadow which I didn't pay attention to as a cloud came over the moon. I still believed nobody was watching me so I continued to masturbate.

I felt myself give way to the tightening of my stomach muscles and put my head back. It was then that the cloud moved away and a clear outline of a shadow was cast across the opposite wall of my balcony. By slowing my wanking I pretended to have my eyes shut so I could work out if it was a person from the balcony next door.

A faint whiff of perfume again laced the air for a moment before evaporating. Now I was certain I was being spied upon. One person. That woman. But instead of stopping the pleasuring of myself, I found my cock stiffen even more. I pulled away my shirt to show my stomach muscles to be seen. I pretended I didn't know of my secret voyeur and the more I revealed of my cock the more excited I became. Nobody had witnessed me do anything like this before.

I covered my stiff with both hands, one to massage my balls and the other to squeeze my length. I was pleased that the woman would see that the palm of my hand couldn't cover the whole erection and my cock head was open to the air. This continued as I pushed my legs wider. I flexed my stomach, raised my hips a little and moaned softly as I began to masturbate in a regular rhythm.

My half-closed eyes focused on the wall with the woman's shadow, her head and shoulders at an angle, as if leaning over her balcony rail. I had never acted like an exhibitionist before but found the experience strangely erotic. I was past caring about the on-looker next door. As I speeded up my hand movements I wanted to show her more of my cock by letting go of it a few times or holding my cock upright by holding it at the base. The pre-orgasm started to overwhelm me as I squelched the juice. I lost some of my control, my breathing, my hip movements, and the speed of my rhythm which culminated in my sudden release.

The orgasm was long and powerful. Sperm gushed from my cock and the after-effects continued for another 30 seconds before I released the tension in my body and flopped exhausted on the lounger. I let my heartbeat subside and then realised the wall shadow had disappeared.

The next day I couldn't believe what had happened. I had let myself be seen by an unknown person, deliberately exposing my body and playing with my private parts. And, unbelievably, allowing my cock to grow to full arousal. I felt deeply embarrassed and I saw my face in the bathroom mirror in a flushed state. "Am I really an exhibitionist?" I murmured to myself, "Absolutely not and I will never do this again."

At breakfast in the hotel, I avoided all eye contact with the other guests. The truth was I could not even describe the woman. My initial conversation as we leaned on our respective balcony rails had been no more than five minutes and I had glanced at her face only a couple of times. This compounded my feeling of stupidity.

I spent the rest of the day keeping away from the other guests. I sat and read on a sun lounger further back from the pool and later I walked along the beach. I had kept my eyes open but I confess I could not clearly remember her face. The next day I looked more closely at groups of young people or some young girls on their own, people that I would normally mix with. That occupied me for the rest of that day.

The following day I strolled to the pool and walked round the edge towards a free lounger on the other side. "John," somebody called and I stopped to see who it was.

The woman wore dark glasses and a hat. I said, "Hi, how do you know my name?"

"I've been waiting for you." She smiled,

"Are you the lady next door? Next to my room?" I felt my face go pink. "On the 6th floor?"

"Yes. I'm Amelia, remember? And this is my husband, Bob." He acknowledged me with a nod and a hand wave.

I took a deep breath. "I better move on."

"My dear boy," she laughed, "You can't do that. We've been keeping this lounger for you here next to me for the past two days. Where have you been hiding?" She got off her lounger and took my hand.

Excuses seemed to disappear out of my head. The mixture of her blue eyes and the same perfume as before meant I couldn't think straight. Her hand held mine but I could feel her thumb lightly massage the back of my hand. "Don't be nervous, John, I want you to tell me all about yourself. And how old are you?" She took my towel and spread it on the lounger before she sat on the side of her lounger next to where I would sit. I told her I was twenty.

I had noticed her bikini which accentuated her curves and thighs. She was slim with strong legs and looked beautiful. I felt my cock stir so I had to sit down. Our knees were almost touching, sitting opposite, both leaning on our elbows supported by our knees. The conversation became relaxed and my nervousness disappeared. After 20 minutes she whispered, "Have you forgotten my name?"

I stared into her eyes and my cock hardened because the way she had asked the question was full of sex and desire, somehow laced with confidentiality and knowing how I felt. I blushed. "Yes."

"Amelia." She paused, "Go on, John, I want to hear how you say my name."

After clearing my throat, I murmured, "Amelia." I twisted my mouth and waited. My throat had gone dry as I fell into a sort of spell in front of this woman.

"You have a way of speaking," she said, "which is captivating. You are a lovely person." She smiled and stretched her body out flat.

Nobody had spoken to me that way before. I was transfixed by Amelia. I lay on my side facing her because I couldn't on my back due to my erection. She looked at me as if knowing my predicament.

She said, "Bob is going to get me a beer. Would you like one? You could go to the bar with him if you prefer?"

Bob suggested that I stay where I was which was a relief.

We drank and chatted for the rest of the day. Bob joined in sometimes but I had the impression that Amelia was the organiser and got things done while Bob was happy to let her do it. I noticed how coy Amelia was when she came out of the swimming pool. She reached for her towel quickly but had no problem with me looking at her when she stood in front of me. It was obvious that her damp costume revealed her hard nipples.

At one point when I had swum and came to get my towel, Amelia sat on my towel and insisted I be photographed while I stood still. She took her time with much laughter but I felt my wet trunks had stuck to my cock. I didn't look down but I knew I had grown a little bit and unless I thought of something else my erection would get out of control. Luckily, I did manage to stop any further embarrassment.

Shortly afterwards, Amelia said, "Bob and I have agreed to take you out for dinner tonight. I will arrange everything, the taxi, the whole evening. It will be such fun."

Of course, I agreed.

We ate in a candle-lit corner of a lovely bistro, the three of us. The wine flowed, Bob got a little drunk and there was a lot of laughter. Then, after about two hours, Amelia lowered her voice and said to me, "I want to kiss you."

I froze and raised my eyebrows. I was so shocked that I couldn't think of what my response should be. "Won't Bob object?" is what I said but I didn't sound confident.

"No, he doesn't mind." She squeezed her husband's hand.

"But you're both more than ten years older than me." I had never experienced anything like this, although there was some excitement in the pit of my stomach. "I haven't kissed anyone older than me."

As if she hadn't heard, Amelia leaned over, held my wrist and kissed me. I felt her hand move to the side of my face as she stroked her tongue along my front teeth. She whispered, "Will you kiss me back, John?"

I wondered if anyone else in the bistro might be watching and what other people might be thinking. Did I care? I kissed her and our tongues touched. It felt odd that Bob watched us. The background bistro French music seemed to hide my actions and helped me overcome my shyness. She sat back.

"Can I be honest with you, John?" She took a sip of wine and held my hand. "If I said to you I want to take you back to our room tonight, would you be offended?"

It took me a few seconds to process her message. "Oh," I paused and lowered my voice, "I'm not experienced. I haven't done anything like that before." I blushed. I stammered, "Why?"

She put a finger to my lips. "Are you a virgin? If you are there is no shame in that."

My heart rate had gone up. "Well, I am not exactly a virgin. I have ... you know ... done things as far as possible." I was sure that the background music and other people talking would drown out our chat.

"My darling boy, I want to be the first woman you fuck." There was just enough tone in her voice to make sure that nobody else could hear. At the same time, the way Amelia said the word 'fuck' was so sexy, a slow lisp of her tongue, her mouth showing the gap between her two front teeth caused me to miss a heartbeat.

My voice croaked, "Bob won't let me do that, will he?"

"He will watch us and then join in. The three of us, sharing."

I gulped some wine. "I don't know how to do a threesome. And I probably won't be able to get hard so the whole thing will be a disaster." As I said this my cock had stiffened.

Amelia put her hand on my knee. "Do you know I watched you that first evening on your balcony? You are a beautiful person with a sexy body and a weapon to die for. If you find it difficult to fuck me, will you masturbate for me while I watch you? Like you did on your balcony." Her hand slid up my leg and her fingers touched the tip of my cock. This sent a spasm into my tummy.

I was aroused but things had moved so fast. I needed time to adjust to get my head around the implications of their suggestion. I kept my voice low and looked at both Amelia and Bob. "I've watched porn like any other guy my age and of course seen three people together but most of the threesomes are with one man and two girls." I took a breath and carried on, "So, why are inviting me, a bloke, to join you?"

Amelia seemed to be the leader of this conversation and replied, "Because we prefer a man to join us. You see, John, I can have more orgasms than the average male whereas men will often flake out exhausted after one, maybe two orgasms." She smiled. "And I prefer the excitement of another man."

Bob had ordered another bottle of wine and topped up my glass. I asked, "Do you do this often? And why me?"

Bob murmured, "We are very selective and we have to both agree."

"I'm selected then which I suppose makes me feel good."

"You have lovely green eyes, handsome, in good shape, a personality which is outgoing and interesting. We also trust you because we don't want you telling other people about this, meaning you keep our secret, not to brag with your mates."

The wine tasted nice and I began to relax. "What if I can't perform with Bob there in the room? I may get freaked out. It could be a flop, literally!"

Amelia giggled, "My husband will give us space so you can get used to me first. Then, when you're ready, we see what happens."

Later, we walked into the hotel and I followed them up to their room. Bob showered first while Amelia made coffee and I went next into the bathroom after Bob had come out.

While I was in the glass-fronted shower, she came in to watch me. My cock was semi-erect when Amelia gave me a towel to dry myself. She said, "There's nothing wrong with you." I laughed with relief and she said, "Now go and join Bob and wait for me."

Bob and I, wrapped in our bath towels, stood on the balcony looking at the view. I felt nervous and didn't want to talk about the view of the pool with the underwater lights on. I asked if he and Amelia went to these clubs for swingers.

"No way," he said. "We like to occasionally bring another person into our sex life for a three-way. It adds a new dimension, a thrill I suppose. We have a guy near home who joins us when we feel like it. It's about three people sharing an experience together. It doesn't affect our marriage because we don't cheat secretly on each other."

"Suppose Amelia wanted to have some exclusive sex with the other man in your relationship?" I asked.

"We trust each other not to go outside our relationship. Everything is done with our joint agreement, three of us in the same room."

I felt nervous that I would lose my erection with her husband watching. I told Bob this.

"I'll stay out of sight for a bit to let you get going. Don't worry because if it doesn't work we can have a drink, chat and try again tomorrow. There's no hurry, John."

As Bob said this, Amelia walked onto the balcony. She wore a bra and matching panties with stockings and suspenders. Her hand took mine and she smiled, "Come with me. Just you and me."

She looked very sexy tonight and I was sure she sensed my trepidation. I told her, "Can you lead me, tell me what to do because I'm really nervous."

"You're a lovely innocent boy." She pushed my hair out of my face. "Rest your arms on my shoulders and kiss my neck."

As I kissed my way around and under her jaw to the other side of her face, I felt her fingernail lightly touch my skin and follow the curve of the towel still tied to my waist.

"Now pull my hair back," said Amelia, "and kiss either side of my lips."

It took me a few minutes to do as instructed before she moved her head so that our lips made contact. As our lips opened, she murmured, "When my gorgeous boy has become fully aroused I intend to suck you and ... make you fuck my mouth ... and I'll swallow your cum."

I nodded and managed to say, "Yes." We French-kissed for what seemed like five minutes. My cock was beginning to move against the inside of my towel.

She broke our kiss. "Come stand behind me and caress my shoulders."

As I did so, she held my torso in contact with her back.

"I can feel a cock is moving, John. Unclip my bra. Now peel it off my shoulders."

I looked over and watched her bra drop to the floor, her breasts in view. "Oh my," I said nervously, "you are so beautiful."

"I want my boy to put his arms from behind under mine and stroke my breasts. Don't touch my nipples yet." She moaned.

I was transfixed by this older woman, her sexuality and confidence. "You're so different to any other girl. I can't describe it."

"After I've sucked you, I'm going to take your virgin cock deep inside me, unprotected and feel you come. You may get me pregnant." She giggled.

Although I was initially shocked I found the risk of pregnancy completely erotic. My cock grew and pushed itself against her bum.

"Tweek my nipples." Amelia threw her head back, her eyes closed. "Squeeze them, my lovely boy." Her hand came round to my front and loosened my towel.

Suddenly my naked groin was against her, my balls were in contact with the elastic band of her knickers, and my cock head against her backbone.

"I can feel," she said slowly, "the wet of your cock head." Amelia turned and knelt in front of me. "You have an awesome cock. Bigger than my husband."

Bob spoke from the open door of the balcony. "Lucky boy. And lucky Amelia. I forgot, though, you have already seen John wank himself."

I had forgotten about Bob but it didn't worry me now. Looking down I whispered, "I won't last long, Amelia." My voice sounded worried.

Amelia caressed around my thighs while her whole concentration seemed to be on my erection. She examined my balls. Almost to herself, she said, "These are wonderfully loose. Full of sperm. And look, it's dribbling precum." To her husband, she said, "Come and kneel beside me, Bob."

I lifted my head to look at the ceiling. I felt like I was going to burst.

Bob knelt next to his wife and whispered, "Your boy is ready. Suck him a bit and then kiss me."

She drew me into her mouth and held me at the back of her tongue before slowly withdrawing and kissing Bob in a French kiss. I juddered. I looked down and called out, "I want this so bad, Amelia."

She spoke to Bob, "Smear my face with his cock head. I want to feel it before I swallow."

Bob used one hand on the back of Amelia's neck and his other hand he held my erection. I watched in awe as he used my wet tip to stroke his wife's face, neck and ears with my juice. It felt like Bob was anointing Amelia with my precum. She took my tip on her lips and let her mouth open while Bob gently pushed her head into my groin. For a moment, everything stilled.

Then I groaned and my body shook. My hand came to the back of her head and cuffed her hair. I felt Bob's hand across my bum and applied pressure forward. The rhythm began to build, my cock being thrust into Amelia's mouth by Bob while Amelia took me deeper. The guggling and suction noises seemed loud. And now my balls were being stroked from behind by the husband of the woman I was face-fucking. The erotism was too much and I yelled in relief as I came hard and hard again into the back of her mouth. I almost lost balance as the after-shocks of my orgasm took over my hips.

I collapsed onto the bed on my back and wondered what had hit me. Meanwhile, Amelia gulped some water and straddled the bed with her head on my stomach facing the ceiling and her body stretched at a right angle to me. "Is my baby boy all right?" laughed Amelia.

There was no time to answer as Bob got on top of her and kissed his wife's nipples before sucking them. Her buds hardened and grew in size. I watched Bob go slowly down her body, skirt around her hips and suck her toes. He was in no hurry to fuck her as he let his towel fall. He was erect.

Amelia turned to me, "Kiss me as my husband makes love to me?"

I wanted that and shifted myself to hold Amelia's head in my arms and pushed back some of her hair. I leaned over and we kissed, exploring each other's mouths and lips. Bob took off her knickers and spread her legs to give her oral sex.

As she and I kissed I could tell the pleasure that Bob was giving her. She shuddered and moaned as her pussy was explored with his lips and tongue.

"He's got a finger inside me getting me wet. One day I'll teach you exactly how I like it done down there." We continued to kiss and she brought her hand to cradle my cheek. "My clit is being sucked out of it's protective folds of skin. Would you like to do that to me sometime?" Her gaze looked dreamily into my eyes as her orgasm started.

I said, "Yes. Will you teach me? I promise to be a good student."

"Hold me, John, darling," she gasped. "I'm coming. Be my baby boy."

I held her tight as Amelia cried out. Her body shuddered, then relaxed into me.

Bob gently flipped her over and placed his wife on all fours. I saw how she angled her hips to give him his best penetration. Amelia held onto both my hands while her hair dangled across my groin which made me feel sexy. Bob knelt on the bed between her legs and let his cock play with her bottom, stroking along the crease of her butt. I guessed his balls were in contact with her pussy as he moved his cock around and slapped her flank when she moved too much. "Stay still," he demanded.

I felt the erotism and saw the ecstasy on Bob's face. He took his time as I stared at Bob's cock, not as big as mine, but a good size. As he pushed in, Amelia gripped my hands. "Oh yesss," she moaned as he began to pump his cock into her in deliberate strokes.

My sense of being a voyeur caused my cock to start expanding again. I longed to have Amelia to be the first woman I would make love to. The groans from both of them got louder. Amelia started to push back in unison with his thrusts. Amelia's hair moved across my cock, back and forth which increased my hardness. I felt part of their love-making, a connection, even a privilege to witness the act.

The thrusts were getting more powerful and it was obvious that he was building to an intense orgasm. She came first, crying out for more and then her husband ejaculated inside Amelia and gasped with each ripple of sperm forced from his cock. After withdrawing, Bob was covered in cum and love juice from Amelia.

She crawled to get alongside me, "I came again, lover boy, and it helped with you being close, holding me. After a break, you and I are going to fuck. I want that sperm inside me so you can make me pregnant."

"If you get pregnant, how will you know who the father is?"

"Us girls always know. It's our secret." She sat up to take the drinks that Bob brought over and we three sat with our backs against the headboard with Amelia in the middle.

The thought of what would happen next kept my cock stiff.

After a while, she asked me, "As you are about to lose your virginity, what sex position do you prefer? On top, or behind me, or standing up? This is your call, John."

I shrugged. "Can I do anything?"

"Yes. Treat me like a slave if you want." She smiled.

Gaining confidence, I knelt in the middle of the bed, put my hands under both of her knees, lifted slightly and pulled her towards me.

I spoke softly. "Put your hands above your head and keep them there." She did and stretched her torso which tightened her ribs and breasts. Her nipples stood up like pencil erasers.

Amelia was looking intently at me. I told her to keep her legs bent and not to move. I repeated, "Do not move." I slowly inspected her right leg, but as I neared her pussy, Amelia moved her left leg outwards, a movement against my instructions. Amelia had been naughty. I told her this. I told her she had to be punished.

She whispered, "My baby is going to take charge."

I asked Bob to hold his wife's hands above her head, so she couldn't move.

I lifted Amelia's thigh exposing her bottom and smacked her with my hand. Each time I smacked, she shuddered. Five smacks. Her bottom was pink at the place I smacked her.

"Stay still," I commanded. "Do not move." I pulled her so that her pussy made contact with my cock and she juddered and her legs parted.

"You've moved again, which makes you naughty again." I told Bob, "Hold her hands and keep them above her head."

I spanked Amelia again five times. Slowly. She put her head back and closed her eyes, gasping loudly at each smack.

I leant over her and sucked her nipples, drawing them into my mouth and rolling my tongue around the hardness. She groaned and arched her body.

I felt in a trance as if I wanted to take this slowly, to always remember how it was to fuck for the first time. My cock head felt for her wet pussy. I eased back the lips surrounding her clit which I gently massaged with my thumb.

I eased my hard cock an inch into her. I waited while I kept gently massaging her clit. Then pushed a little more, deeper this time. Amelia moaned again. Her cries grew louder.

She lost all control as her hips started fucking my cock. I stayed still in my semi-kneeling position, my body over her chest and held up by my hands, my cock half inside her while she pushed her hips towards me and back, again and again, gathering speed.

She yelled to Bob, "Oh my god, I'm coming." Her body tightened. "Fuck me, I'm coming." Wetness flooded her pussy to wash my cock with her juice.

I allowed her to calm down. How I managed to hold back from coming I didn't know. I withdrew from Amelia and rested my cock on her pussy. I didn't want to come yet.

Amelia kissed me, our tongues caressing each other. Bob shifted his position to kneel beside me. I could feel him feeling my balls and then stroking my shaft in a velvety way. The initial surprise lasted seconds as I was getting close. Amelia could tell as I gasped into her mouth.

"So, you like my husband getting you ready?" She said loud enough for him to hear. Then to Bob, she said, "Put him inside me again."

To me, she whispered, "You are not allowed to come until I say so." Then she played her tongue over my lips and into my mouth.

I realised I wasn't in charge any more but I didn't care. The erotism of having a man and wife show me these new techniques was overwhelming.

Bob started to gently rock my bum making Amelia's mouth move inside mine. I could tell he was making progress and each time he pushed, she gasped a little into me. Moving in and out I was ready to climax. I listened to her words in my ear giving me a running commentary on her feelings. "It's so good to have you lose your virginity with me," she groaned. "I want to feel you shoot up inside me and get me pregnant."

I didn't believe Amelia's words about a baby but it was erotic anyway and I was ready.

Bob eased off pushing my bum although I could feel his warm hand resting on my back as I pushed further. Amelia pushed back in rhythm, fucking me at the same time, increasing the speed. She was coming, and shouted, "Yes" several times.

Her pussy flowed with love juice, I could feel it. The squelching noise was drowned out by her shouting at me, "Fuck me. Come now, John. Fuck."

I lost control. We came, she and I together. Shouting together. Fucking together. I didn't stop for ten seconds as my orgasm kept coming until I eventually ran out of energy.

I was in a daze as I rolled off Amelia to rest alongside her. I found myself watching and liking the spectacle of Bob easing himself over Amelia to let her suck his hardened cock. Somehow, that last act of my new friends seemed loving.

We then relaxed with Amelia in the middle caressing and whispering, letting our bodies recover.

I asked, "Was I okay compared with other guys?" I hoped so.

"You were brilliant, John. I loved taking your virginity and you will remember this evening as a beautiful occasion."

Bob said, "And we would like you to join us again if you agree. I know that my wife had a lot of fun and so did I. How about spending tomorrow with us and see if you are up for it?"