She had been immediately attracted to the aggressive sexiness of the couple she now knew as Barry and Helen. A few drinks later the invitation to join them upstairs in their room had been easy to accept.

After settling in with a glass of champagne each from the hotel mini bar, the atmosphere was electric with sexual tension.

Helen, who had not said much since being introduced, met Monica’s gaze from the other side of the bed. 

“Want to watch Barry undress me?”

“Uh, uh,” smiled Monica, the realisation of what she might be in for, becoming far more than a long held fantasy. 

Barry stood behind Helen with as much aplomb as he could muster in his shaking hands, and slid the long zip at the back of the shapeless dress to its extremity, then pushed the dress forwards off her shoulders. As it slid slowly to the floor Helen raised her arms akimbo and moved her legs apart in almost the same movement.

By now Monica could not take her eyes off Helen. She had not imagined that such a shapeless dress could hide such a voluptuous body. 

Not that anything was hidden now. Still in high heels and stockings that finished half way up her thighs, her only clothing was a skimpy black garter belt to hold the stockings up.

“Do you like what you are seeing so far, Monica?” she asked rhetorically with a smile, fully aware that Monica was rapt at the sight of her naked body.

Monica, almost speechless and by now very turned on managed to say, “I love it,” not even realizing the double meaning of what she had said.

Barry still fully clothed except for the coat he had removed, was as much turned on by the fully clothed Monica as he was by Helen in her blatant near nakedness.

“Turn around, and walk slowly over to Monica and show her what she can share later on,” Barry said with as much verve as he could muster.

All that Monica could think was, “Not too close. Stay in my focus. Keep turning me on,” as Helen poised, turned and walked towards her. Barry following a pace behind.

“You should see his cock, Monica,” whispered Helen, now really into the adrenalin rush and tension which was filling the room, it is really thick and impressive. Want me to take it out and show you?”

“Let me do it. May I?” asked Monica.

“All right, but stay fully dressed. I want you to keep your clothes on.”

Barry, absolutely erect under his clothes by now, wondered if Monica would be able to get his clothes over his heavy, thick, bulging erection. What was it Helen claimed she could grow it to? Twenty two centimeters, or as she preferred nearly nine inches – and so thick. Some things were just not meant to be measured in metric, Helen used to like reminding him. 

Just a few weeks ago, by judicious and slow teasing with her tongue and mouth, for what had seemed half the night, Helen had proudly claimed that size with a tape measure in one hand and his balls in the other, “To make it really big.”

Right now though, with his eyes on one naked woman and a fully clothed one about to undress him, he was confident that he was much bigger than ever before.