Manhattan Affair by Cordwainer Kirby

What to know how to relax on holiday? Well, find a lonely lady in the bar and make yourself a dirty weekend for three!

My name is Leslie, and I've been married to Steve for ten years, now. I'm a good looking woman who enjoys sex with men and women alike - and happily Steve likes to watch (and sometimes join in!). We were on holiday in a popular west coast resort and had been drinking steadily for most of the day when we ended up in the bar across from our hotel.
After a first drink I noticed Wendy sitting alone at the bar.
She seemed a little drunk, occasionally losing her balance on the bar stool. Steve noticed (men!) she was showing a lot of leg, the top of which was attractively clad in Salon Rose underwear if I wasn’t mistaken. Steve asked our waitress who she was.
“Wendy?”, she said. “She's by herself - as usual. Her husband's rich, but spends more time in London than here with her. He’s away weeks at a time. Hope the money compensates for what he's missing.” She moved away to another customer.
“Getting hot, Steve?”, I asked him. A stupid question - he's always hot.
“We may have to head back across the street after this drink”.
“Now I wonder,” I said to him, “if she's had any type of sex in the recent past?. Can you imagine the fun we could have with her if we got her back to our room!”
“Let me try something,” I answered. I wandered over to the bar and ordered another couple of drinks, promptly depositing some of one in the woman's lap as I moved away from the bar.

“Oh I'm sorry, so clumsy of me”. I said.
“Oh....that's all right Miss.....I'm a little drunk and still thirsty but the bartender won't serve me anymore', the woman replied.
“Oh what a shame”, I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, “Would you like one of these Manhattans I'm getting? You could come back to the table with my husband and me, and the bartender will never know”.
“Really, you wouldn't mind?”, the woman replied.
“Sure, let me help you over to the table... What was your name?”
“My name’s Wendy, Gwendoline really, but I like to be called Wendy”, she said.
Walking together to the table, I continued talking, lazily guiding her with my hand on her .
“Steve, this is Wendy. Wendy my husband Steve and my name is Leslie”.
“Very glad to meet you Wendy, here slip in the booth, you can sit between Leslie and I, the waitress said the bartender wouldn't serve you anymore”, Steve said as I took Wendy's arm and helped her into the booth.
I moved in closely to Wendy on her other side, and handed her the Manhattan with the double shot.
“I noticed your wedding ring, Wendy,” Steve continued, “Where's your husband...must be crazy to leave a good-looking woman like you alone in a bar all day by herself.”
“No, He's in London - another meeting, it's important, he says. I think he's got a mistress up there - he certainly pays no attention to me!”
Without realizing it Wendy tossed of the last of the Manhattan and I slipped another into her hand, letting my arm drop over her shoulders.
“Would you like to join us in our room? We have some drinks and mixers there and wouldn't have to worry about closing time?” I asked her.
“Why not?” she said, “It's not as if I have anything - or anyone - else to do tonight.”
Hearing that I knew, drunk, as she might be, that she knew what we were doing and was up for it.

We staggered across the road and into our room where Steve made us another drink in those glasses that are the staple of any English hotel bathroom. He switched on the TV and 'accidentally' tuned into the porn channel.
“Wendy, I feel so sorry for you, when I think of your husband being gone so long”, I told Wendy putting my hand around her waist. “Do you ever watch porn movies? Just to window shop?”
“I've never really watched one before, but I think I like it,” Wendy said, her eyes on the screen, where a couple of attractive women were kissing each other. Her eyes shone with excitement.
“God Wendy, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to make myself comfortable.” I went to the wardrobe behind her and took off my dress, leaving on my sheer red bra, suspender belt and stockings (no pants you see - I'm a practical woman). I threw on a silk shortie dressing gown, leaving on my high heels, and went and sat next to her.
Whether it was the drinks, the movie or my state of undress, Wendy now had her hands at her breasts, touching them gently. I whispered into her ear.
“Wouldn't you like your husband here now whispering into your ear like me, and for him to play his tongue around it ... isn't that what you'd like right now...like this!”
I gently ran my tongue over the lobe of Wendy's ear, and let my hand caress her breast from outside her blouse.

Wendy was too shocked to try and stop her, instead her head rolled back eyes closed and she grasped my hand moving it even more over her breasts.
“Ahh ... yessss!” she hissed
“Have you ever slept with another woman Wendy?”, I asked as undoing Wendy's blouse.
“No ... it's not right ... two women together”.
“Why isn't it right? It feels good doesn't it?” I said.
I looked across. Steve, seeing me seducing Wendy and needing relief had undone his fly. His erect cock jutted out from his trousers as he caressed it, massaging the head with his precum.
“Look at Steve.” I gently moved Wendy's head around by the jaw, so she could see him stroking his cock he watched us.
“See what we're doing for Steve, see how big his cock is Wendy, just because he got hot watching you and me.”
“Leslie ... No ... No ...”
Instead I ran a hand up under Wendy's white skirt. I caressed Wendy's creamy white thigh, and slowly moved even further up I had my hand on her cunt, pressing the silk of her panties into her wet pussy.
Wendy moved to meet my hand leaving her half on and half off the couch as I got her hotter and hotter.
A she protested, her objections sounding more like encouragement, I slipped Wendy's blouse off her shoulders, and pulled her breasts from out of the top of her black bra. Wendy's nipples stood out like the small erasers on pencils, two rock hard targets for my teeth.

As Steve beat his cock, I took one of Wendy's hard nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting on it as my hand entered into the top of Wendy's panties, invading her slit. She was dripping with lubrication. Soon Wendy was having an out of body experience, thrashing all over the couch as I made love to her.
“I love your nipples Wendy, your breasts, your pussy, and you love it too, don't you my little slut. Tell me, Wendy, tell me how much you like this”
“Yes, OH YES! I love it, don't stop —God I'm such a fucking slut!”, Wendy screamed as I dropped between Wendy's legs, pulled down the barrier of her panties and put my mouth to work on Wendy's hot pussy. I pushed Wendy back on the couch, until her head was dangling over the end, and Steve saw his opportunity. He quickly kicked off his pants and shorts and walked over to Wendy's head.
“Look Wendy, look at Steve's prick,” I chided her, “You slut Wendy, you've made my husband so fucking hard by being such a tramp, now suck him Wendy, suck him all the way into your fucking throat.”
“Oh God yes, I've never done that for my husband...the bastard. Give me your cock!” Her arms thrashed backwards over the arm of the couch to grasp Steve’s buttocks.
As Wendy's mouth opened, Steve shoved his dick into her hot mouth. I introduced first one, then two and finally three of my fingers into her cunt, while my tongue lapped at her clit, spurring her to greater heights with Steve as she sucked more and more of his cock deep inside her mouth. It wasn't going to take much before he lost it (men!).
“Aggggh, YES, YES, OM MY GOD LESLIE YES, Fuck my cunt, fuck me like that, oh God harder, harder oh God I'm going to cum … “
“Yes Wendy, Yes baby suck my husband's cock, you've always wanted to have a man come in your mouth haven’t you Wendy?”
Wendy tried to answer, but with Steve's cockhead back against her throat it was a problem. A nice problem.

“Oh fuck, I'm going to cum.”, Steve shouted but as he tried to pull out of Wendy's mouth, but she wouldn't let go. Her body was racked with one orgasm after another as I wouldn't let up on my fucking of this beautiful woman. As Steve came I saw Wendy's throat gulping, taking his load deep inside her sex-starved body. She continued to keep up the sucking and I watched as globs of Steve's cum oozed out along where her lips held his still rigid cock.
I've never come so often in one night as I did that one. We all carried on until daylight, and I fucked Wendy with a vibrator, a strap-on dildo and she went down on a woman for the first time of many. Wendy just didn't seem to get fucked enough. Finally we all drifted off to sleep.
Steve and I have seen Wendy many times since that night. She doesn’t need as many Manhattans to get going now as she did. And her husband still doesn’t know what he’s missing.