I corresponded with the husband, not the wife. She never found out the actual circumstances of our threesome.

They were in transit and staying at a hotel at Heathrow. Massimo, the husband, asked me whether I could simply show up at the bar of the hotel around 10pm, he would be paying me initially for two hours. He will be in touch to tell me exactly at what table he and his wife Caren will be sitting.

He told me that Caren has been bi-curious for some time but that he never managed to bring this fantasy anywhere outside of her imagination. I have to say that Massimo thought this out well, lucky perhaps that I am the sort of person who can easily chat up people anywhere.

So I showed up at 10pm, went to the bar, ordered water and begun casting quick glances at the corner where he told me they were seated. I saw them. I took my time to make it seem as if I had all the time in the world and had shown up by myself just to chill. Noticing that there were a few vacant seats by their table I came close and asked casually, with a smile, whether I could join them, there were sadly no other seats available by the bar.

That was it. I looked at Caren and asked how her day has been. I looked at Massimo. I saw both for the first time but between him and I the plan was laid precisely. My job was to seduce his wife.

Caren turned out to be very chatty and very much available for friendly contact. I honestly didn’t know how much alcohol they had consumed before I showed up and have lost count of all the drinks being reordered, I admit that at times I felt quite a pervert in so obviously aiding to make this woman so drunk that to kiss her would be breeze. But from the start they both seemed to be having a completely jolly time and Massimo, months later, when I saw him on his own, told me that Caren absolutely loved it. Well - that makes me feel even better!

Back to our evening.

I opened out about the fact (entirely made up on the spot) that I was staying at the same hotel with my girlfriend who had gone to visit her parents in Hampstead but that I’ve stayed behind to finish some work. We’ve come down to London from Bristol two days ago to take part in one of the fabulous girl on girl parties (ladies only) that SkirtClub organizes on a monthly bases. After quite a bit of chatter I disclosed that my girlfriend is lesbian but that I’ve dated men before and have always lived my sexuality in a very fluid manner.

Caren became very interested in SkirtClub the details of I gladly shared together with tips on how to register and become a member. I asked them whether she or they together have ever played with other ladies. Caren’s experiences turned out limited to her high school years while Massimo added that they have often talked about it but never met anyone with whom they might click and experience this.

I smiled and went off on stories about past SkirtClub parties I’ve been to, saying how fabulous I think this would be an introduction into the fem-on-fem world for Caren.

We’ve been sitting there having fun for almost an hour and a half when Caren stood up making her way to the ladies. Finally on our own, Massimo and I shared looks and grins full of complicity. As soon as Caren was gone he told me I should follow her to the ladies and try kiss her. Oh I loved it! Yeah sure Massimo, I’m on my way.

I don’t remember what exactly was the small talk when I “ran into Caren” by the washstands, but I felt that that was the right moment. Her body language was clear, flirtatious, I put my hand on the small of her back and kissed her. She was eager and a damn good kisser, luckily we had the whole place for ourselves without anyone waking in on us, the seeming spontaneity of it all was beautiful, kudos to Massimo who in the background orchestrated it all.

She said that she’ll be back by the table waiting for me. I stayed behind and sent a quick text to Massimo….. “mission accomplished”.

When I joined them they were wrapping things up and asked me whether I’d like to follow them to their room. I delightedly said yes.

Once the door was closed behind us Caren went to have a shower and Massimo and I were left alone to share another deliciously complicitous moment. He told me to follow Caren into the shower. I welcomed that and followed suit……. She didn’t seem surprised. I told her: “your husband asked me to join you, told me you would love it”. The way she dug her fingers into my skin and lowered her eyelids with a look of fainting desire I understood that her husband was absolutely right.

Her and I were now naked, the hot water tickling our skins we begun kissing again, touching, preparing ourselves, eager to move to the bed with Massimo. She is a very beautiful woman and I have to say I felt really lucky, this evening has been a huge success from the start and we were about to let our sexualities flow, completely, fully, with utter disinhibition.

When Massimo joined us I asked Caren whether she’d allow me to kiss and enjoy her husband too. A question to which she instantly gave a resounding “yes”. We ate each other, we kissed, we gorged on the nakedness, sexual hunger and passion. It was messy, wild, playful, dirty and filthy, we all came and ended up spent after almost four hours together since that first “casual” encounter at the bar.

We showed each other lots of love and promised that we’ll keep in touch and meet again. I remember that it was in the early hours when I finally sat in a cab on my way home, pouring rain all night, but I was so high and inebriated by the whole experience that I could just as well have been somewhere on holiday, full of freedom and sunshine.