"Come to us."

It felt almost as if you were walking on a vast mattress. Your footsteps were silent. Only the whisper of the cool air, circling inside the room, provided any sound. But there was an aroma inside. The scent of something sweet and enticing.

You were pushing through the darkness and the pleasant scent engulfed your naked body. Your swinging cock trembled and began gathering power. The rush of blood in your shaft expanded your member and soon presented a real danger.

You didn't know who was in here. There was no way for the other guests to be alert that you were swinging a naked weapon. This meant they could easily fall victim to your throbbing spear.

"Pssst Frank. I think somebody came in." A gentle female speech caressed your ears.

You don't answer.

A man and a woman then.

"Please come to us. Just follow my voice. Take your time, we are not in a hurry. Let my voice guide you to us."

You were pacing with a deliberate careful step. You wanted to run to this siren. But why rush a good thing? You were navigating a sea of shadows and didn't want to collide with your new acquaintance.

Then your toes bumped into something soft and warm.

"You found my thigh."

You couldn't see her, of course, but the tone of her voice betrayed her smile. You slowly dropped to your knees and your arms extended. Your fingers were falling through the abyss until they hit a solid surface.

"This is my shoulder, dear?" She giggled.

You pulled your hand away.

"Please don't be shy. Allow them to explore."

You were not in the mood to deny such an appealing request. You discovered the round shoulders and your fingers mapped the rest of her upper body. Her delicate neck stood above prominent collarbones. The subtle curve of her cleavage. The full cup of her breasts. The erect buds of her nipples and the large areas of her areolas.

She was a gifted woman with smooth skin and was hot to the touch. Once your fingertips were allowed on her, you were glued to her.

Your erection sprang even harder. Your body was inches away from hers. Yet, she was not moving, just letting you map her beauty with your touch.

"Who is we?" You asked, still circling around her nipples, enjoying the soft sensation as you pinched them.

"My husband and I," she informed you.

Truth be told your eyes were getting a little bit used to the surrounding. No real light was present but horny bodies radiated even in total darkness. The illuminated edges of her figure began taking form in your mind.

Her long curly hair and round shoulders. She was sprawled next to you, supporting her body on her elbows. Not much else was coming through the black fog but this was enough to keep your manhood throbbing and excited.

Next to her, another shape was trying to pierce through, to no avail. But there was no mistake. There was another person laying on her other side. He was quiet and just laid there. Like her, motionless. Only the breathing of their bodies suggested those figures were alive.

"I hope you don't mind," she said.

"Mind what?"

"Him being here."

"Not at all. You don't speak, sir?" you addressed him.

"If he can help it, no. He lets me do the talking.

He.." her lips came so close, she brushed your cheek.

"...likes to listen."

Her hand landed on your lap.

"Is he?..." Her husband started to ask something but lost his thought.

"No, the guy is free. No rubber is ruining this magnificent cock."

The compliment almost made you cum. And her actions were not helping much either if you wanted to last longer.

Her long fingernails ran the full length of your package. She started her journey from the base of your balls and traveled to the tip of your gland.

She tapped your pee hole and returned back to your testicles. She was gliding her finger up and down, occasionally wetting her fingertip with your pre-cum. Her slow, methodical actions expanded your cock to its maximum.

"Mind if I taste it, please?" She asked.