What if I gave you carte blanche to choose a new lover or lovers for me? - Sex Stories

What if I gave you carte blanche to choose a new lover or lovers for me?

... told her just loud enough for people at adjoining tables to overhear.

By the time our steaks were served Sarah had leant the waiters name was Roland and the wine waiter was Leslie.

“Almost every man and lots of the women in the room are fantasising about you as a sex object Sarah. You know that the men are fantasising about, fucking you. The women are wondering if you are bi,” I told her.

“I love the flattery, you know how to turn me on. And you know I love being a sex object. You are making me horny,” she told me with a smile as I ran a hand up her leg while Roland and Leslie watched as they overheard.

“I am very appreciative of the attention you have provided us, Roland,” Sarah told him as he slid a fingertip along her bare back, obviously enjoying his touch. “And you, Leslie,” as she watched Roland sliding his fingertip along her bare back as they served coffee.

As I settled the account Roland put a key with large tag attached on the table, “Room three, to the left,” he told me in a soft voice.

“What’s that for?,” Sarah asked, suddenly realising what it was for before I had a chance to answer.

“Do you like my carte blanche ***********ion? I did tell you, I might make it happen as a surprise for you. A new lover for you, to make love to you, provide you with sexual pleasure. Perhaps a tongue fuck for you while I watch? You know your turn on is my turn on.”

“Are the new lovers just for you or are we to share?,” Sarah asked in an agitated voice on the ...

... short walk.

No need for the key as Roland and Leslie opened the door of room three for us. An incredibly erotic room with, dim lighting, lots of mirrors and just a few items of expensive furniture.

“I saw you looking at Roland’s tongue and lips Sarah, he is a cunnilingus specialist,” Leslie told her as she kissed Sarah with the tip of her tongue. “Your man organised Roland and me for your sexual pleasure. He gave us specific instructions,” she whispered as Sarah returned her kisses.

“Your sexy backless dress has been turning both of us on all night,” Leslie whispered as she slid it down to her ankles. “Roland and I have been conjecturing all night what you were wearing under your dress. My guess was correct, I love your tiny black g-string.

“Your man told me he wanted me standing behind you, with my arms wrapped under yours, like this, teasing your nipples, while Roland undoes the clip on you g-string, lets it slide to your ankles, before he shows us all what an expert cunnilingus specialist he is for your sexual pleasure. Are you amenable to him tongue fucking you while your man and I watch?”

I never tire of ogling Sarah’s beautifully trimmed black triangle, at the top of her wonderful thighs, an extra buzz for me when another man exposes it and whispers, “Wow, beautiful, I want to pleasure it, lick and suck it.”

“Yes I am amenable, I love being licked and teased, love it,” Sarah was whispering as Roland licked his way up her glorious thighs.

A strange, ...