We [FM] had late-night hotel room sex in front of her girlfriend. [FM] [FF]

Some context:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/idwvnj/a_night_to_remember_count_it_up_her_four_orgasms/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/idwvnj/a_night_to_remember_count_it_up_her_four_orgasms/)

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Rachel and I had been “dating” for about two months. I say “dating”, because if you’ve read my [previous stories about her, you’d know she was in an open relationship with a lovely woman, Gabi](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate/). But we *were* dating. I’d even go so far as to call her my girlfriend, and things were really good. She’d stay over at my place sometimes (she lived in Brooklyn but worked in Manhattan, so her commute time was drastically reduced on those nights). Still, most nights she’d be at home with Gabi (or Gabi would stay somewhere else, and I’d stay at their place). It wasn’t “normal” per se but it was a pretty reasonable setup, all things considered.

So, two months of hooking up and I figured “who better to bring to my high school buddy’s (Richie) wedding than Rachel?” Even though we’d only been dating for a relatively short time, I asked her if she wanted to come as my date, and she gladly accepted. I did have to call Richie up and beg him to let me bring a +1 after I told him I was riding solo originally, and he had to ask his fiancee to go with it. They thankfully accommodated us, even though it was two weeks away (in fairness, I confirmed with Richie before I asked Rachel).

A few days before Rachel and I were scheduled to leave, she asked me if Gabi could come along. Gabi went to Penn State for college and had friends in the Pittsburgh area. She clearly wasn’t going to come to the wedding, but saw this as an excuse to see some friends and to get out of New York City for a weekend. I was fine with it — I’ve said before, Gabi was really cool, and we switched to a room with two queen beds (and Rachel, following “the rules”, told Gabi that she’d be sleeping in my bed since it was “our” trip).

We rented a car and left on Friday morning — it’s a six hour drive, and Rachel slept most of the way, which meant I actually got to talk to Gabi one-on-one for a while for the first time. We discussed a lot of stuff — work, our futures, and of course… Rachel. Things got a little hot talking about her, I won’t lie. I kept asking her questions about her past and she — as always — was open and honest (she said you have to be honest in a poly/open relationship, even when it’s painful). And Gabi, to her credit, asked me about my past and I was as honest as I could be about it.

Finally, we got to the hotel and checked in — Rachel and I had a happy hour to attend at a craft cocktail bar, and Gabi went to meet with friends. It was a casual night, no fancy clothes thankfully, and we took a short walk to the bar. Rachel was dressed as she usually did — leather jacket, tight jeans, chucks, dark t-shirt, her hair still a dark teal in a long braid. But you know sometimes when you travel with a partner and they dress the same, but just 20% sharper because they want to impress your friends? That’s what she did — it was like her looks were amplified.

The dark bar with Edison lighting was filled with high school friends of mine and their significant others (Richie and his wife-to-be had rented it out for the evening), and I immediately found old buddies of mine, introduced them to Rachel, and the next few hours flew by. We all caught up on life since graduating from college (or “Uni” for me, which got some groans from my friends), and celebrated the future Mr and Mrs Richie with a few cocktails.

Rachel was great all night, and she was totally gracious and cool when I introduced her to a girl I dated in high school for a while that ended with a bad breakup (we’re FB friends but don’t have much contact, but it wasn’t awkward). The two of them got on really well, with Cassie (the ex) asking if I was still doing some of the same annoying things that I obviously still do — Rachel thought this was really funny and teased me for the rest of the weekend about it.

We had been inside all night, and she asked me if I wanted to get some air (with a wink), and I agreed. Excusing ourselves, she grabbed my hand and pulled me outside and into the alley next to the bar — it wasn’t well-lit, and she immediately started kissing me once we were out of sight behind a dumpster. I pushed her against the brick wall of the alley and started touching her body, “what brought this on??” I asked in between kisses and heavy breaths.

“Your ex is hot,” she said, “and I was thinking about her and you together.” That got things moving for me, but I laughed, “We never had sex, she wanted to save herself for marriage.”

We continued to make out and she shoved her hand into my pants and fished my mostly-hard dick out through my zipper and dropped down to her knees. “You want this?”, she asked with a smile. “Of course,” I told her, “I’ll keep an eye out though.” Rachel didn’t waste time, licking my head and shaft, stroking my dick with one hand while touching herself through her jeans with another. She sucked my dick, taking me into her mouth all the way, looking up at me through her dark-rimmed glasses. One thing she was really good at was eye contact, and really expressing herself with her eyes. She conveyed a thousand words with just a squint or wink.

I remember her using her tongue to lick the underside of my dick and she went faster, using her hand to jerk me off as she worked me more and more, and I could feel myself getting close. Of course that’s the moment when one of my high school buddies came around the corner and I tapped Rachel on the side of her head gently to let her know we might have company. It was an old debate team (I know, I know) friend who was in no shape to debate anyone at the moment. “Hey…. are you coming back in pal?? Richie’s gonna make a speech a second.”, he said, slightly stumbling my way.

“Yeah dude, just taking a piss…give me just a minute. Can you grab me an IPA and I’ll come in about thirty seconds.” Rachel was doing everything possible to make **that** happen. My buddy gave me a thumbs up and stumbled back inside. “You have thirty seconds, I think you can make it happen,” I told her — she responded with a wide smile and she took both hands and started rubbing my shaft while sucking on the head and I told her I was going to come. I blew my load in her mouth and she didn’t bat an eye — she swallowed it all and stood up. We kissed deeply, and then walked back inside.

Eventually, the night ended and we walked back to the hotel. We were both exhausted from the drive and the night (and the drinks), and went to bed pretty quickly. Gabi wasn’t even in the room when we got back. I think I woke up around 10, Gabi asleep in her bed alone, me and Rachel in ours. The three of us grabbed brunch and mostly just fucked off most of the day — exploring the neighborhood the hotel was in, a bit of day drinking here and there, meeting up with a couple of friends at one point (we did have to explain how we knew Gabi, though we didn’t get into the *full* story, suffice to say). Eventually we went back to the hotel and napped for a few hours before getting ready for the wedding. Rachel took her time in the bathroom, but came out and I — and Gabi — were stunned.

She looked amazing — she had her hair dark teal hair down, and wore this gorgeous lace knee-high dress that covered her shoulders that was similar in tone to her hair color (of course, she wore her black leather jacket as always). It was mid-October in Pittsburgh, so it wasn’t exactly tropical outside, but she showed enough skin to stay warm, yet be so sexy. I actually remember gasping when I saw her dressed like that — she had never put a dress on in the two months we had been together — skirts, sure, but never a dress. Even while we were getting ready, Gabi playfully expressed, “what, you never dress for me like that!” The room had a large, full-length mirror, and Gabi lovingly twirled Rachel in front of it — god damn.

I don’t mean to “yadda yadda yadda” an awesome wedding ceremony and reception, but we all know what we’re all here for in these stories. The wedding was great. We had a ton of fun. Rachel was gorgeous and for the first time we actually danced together rather than her dancing to the music I played ([other than that one time that we danced and, uh, didn’t quite dance so much](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/idwvnj/a_night_to_remember_count_it_up_her_four_orgasms/)?). Bride and groom lived happily ever after, and they’ve got fifteen kids (you don’t care about the number of kids they have, so I’m going with fifteen). Hooray for them!

Fortunately the reception was also within walking distance of the hotel, and we hung out at the hotel bar for a while with friends as a way to wind the night down — we also smoked a joint with some of them outside the hotel and were feeling good. Rachel was charismatic as fuck with all of these old high school friends of mine — watching her made me feel more attached to her than I expected, and as she sat on my lap I started thinking about all the things I wanted to do her in the room. Squeezing her hip, I whispered in her ear if she wanted to go upstairs. She nodded and smiled sweetly at me and we told my friends we’d see them in the morning for the brunch.

We got on the elevator and immediately had our hands all over one another. By the time we reached the door to our room, my tie and suit jacket were off, and she was quickly slipping out of her panties as well. Pushing the door shut, I picked her up, kissing her, and laid her on the bed, finishing pulling her panties off, and immediately going to kiss and tongue her pussy. She was still in her dress and bra, but I didn’t want to wait — foreplay was nice, but we had spent the day teasing each other and she was already wet. She paused me for a second to take her leather jacket and shoes off before telling me, “you may resume.”

I started off by kissing her labia and inner thighs, taking my time to tease her a little bit. Her breath was short and her sighs and moans were audible — her coos were such a turn on for me. I took a second to look at her and she smiled back at me — her perfume smelled of vanilla, and she looked so perfect in that moment that I just wanted to mentally capture it.

“Okay, enough of that,” she laughed at me and pushed my head back down. I gave her two fingers for her to lick before I pushed them inside of her — Rachel moaned loudly when I did this. Working her clit with my tongue in circles one direction, the switching the other direction, while finger-fucking her 24 hours after blowing me in public (and not getting off herself) definitely made an impact, because it only took four or five minutes of me pleasuring her to get to climax — “Oh my god, I’m going to fucking come, keep doing that, yesyesyesyesyesyes!”, she told me.

Rachel moaned loudly as she came, her pussy squeezing my fingers hard and her hand gripping my head, pushing me down onto her clit. After a few moments she relaxed, and I pulled my fingers out carefully. “We’re going to try something, okay?” I told her and she nodded. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and put it on the armchair in the room, then moved the chair in front of the hotel mirror, and I sat down.

“Get on me, and face the mirror. I want you to watch you fuck me.” She eagerly got off the bed and mounted me. Watching her slide down onto my dick — gingerly at first — but then slowly but surely build up speed was amazing. At first, she had her legs inside mine, using one hand to rub her clit, the other to steady herself on the chair. Her pussy was so wet and we talked to each other and I watched her slide all the way up and down on my dick.

“Fuck, when we get back to New York, you need to get a mirror like this,” she said, moaning loudly before smiling and lightly slapping my knee, “and a chair.” After a few minutes of letting her control our pace, I grabbed her waist and took over that responsibility. Her pussy was soaking wet — I think watching herself get fucked obviously helped that happen, and as she rubbed her clit faster, it became clear she was going to orgasm again. I pulled her hard onto me and we got into a rhythm together that you can only get after having had sex at least a few times, knowing how your partner moves and how they respond to certain physical cues. Her pussy throbbed around me — it felt amazing, and she brought herself to orgasm again, her body tensing heavily and she nearly cried with pleasure.

Slumping back on top of me, we laughed together for a second. This was the best sex we’d had yet in our two months together. Still inside her, she turned her head to kiss me and I touched her body up and down, and she slid off of me. Without saying anything, she got on her knees, and started sucking my dick, looking up at me.

It was at this point that, well, it *was* 2am, and we heard the door **BEEP** — but this didn’t stop Rachel. She looked at me and winked, knowing Gabi had got back home to the room. I looked over at the door, and Gabi was poorly attempting to discreetly enter and be quiet. She started giggling and was alone (though I really wished she hadn’t been), and crept her way across the dimly-lit room to her bed. She whispered to us, “hi guys… just ignore me…i’m not even here…….” in a slightly drunken tone and climbed onto her bed.

Rachel and I locked eyes and I smiled at her and made sure to loudly let her know I wanted to cum for her. That only made Rachel want to suck me even harder and louder and she forcefully shoved her mouth and throat on my dick. I was kinda high, kinda buzzed, and my dick and balls felt like they were about to explode — so in what I’m going to call a “fugue state” I looked over to Gabi and asked her if she wanted to watch her girlfriend get a mouthful of cum. We had that moment on the dancefloor a few months prior where she licked Rachel’s pussy honey off my fingers, so I thought I’d try something a little more bold. Of course, when I said that, Rachel moaned around my dick.

Gabi smiled and positioned herself on the edge of the bed. Rachel and I switched our angle away from the mirror so that Gabi could see what she was doing from behind — Rachel’s ass up in the air, her wet pussy and asshole exposed to Gabi. “Take your clothes off for Rachel, Gabi.” I told her in a moment of hoping to control the room — and thankfully Gabi did. I’d already seen her naked multiple times, so I didn’t think Gabi would be offended by this ask. She pulled off her top (never a bra, as always), showing her small breasts and dark nipples, then took her long skirt off a moment later, exposing that she also didn’t have any underwear on.

From where she sat, I could see Gabi rubbing herself, while she watched her girlfriend suck my dick from behind. I grabbed Rachel’s hair — for once not in a bun, braid, or ponytail, and started making her take all of my dick in her mouth again. “Do you remember the night I watched you two?” She ‘mmm-hmm’d’ with my dick in her mouth, but then stopped and pulled my dick out of her mouth. Rachel stood up and told me to stay seated, pulled the chair I was sitting on (with me in it) towards Gabi, positioned herself so that her hands were on Gabi’s legs, then reached back with one of them and put my dick inside of her again.

Rachel immediately moaned loudly and was actively fucking me as hard as she could, her ass slapping against my thighs, both of us covered in sweat and her wetness, and she was grunting in a sexy way (which is a weird sentence to type). I had my hands on her ass, gripping it and pushing her down, and slapping it from time to time, but realistically I wasn’t really in control of the situation. I told her I was getting close and she looked back at me, telling me, “fucking come inside me”, in a way that was almost breathless — she was completely lost in the moment. I really didn’t need any more convincing at that point, fucking her as hard as I could. I could feel myself getting very close and told Rachel, and she looked back at me and smiled.

A moment later, I came extremely hard inside of Rachel — this was the first time we did that. It was incredibly powerful (almost even a little painful, really, if that makes sense), and we each took a minute or two to catch our breath as Gabi watched everything that had happened. As I got soft, Rachel stood up and pulled me out, then walked over to Gabi, and without saying a word, started eating her pussy. Although I had just come, I started rubbing myself again at the site of this. Rachel had her ass and pussy in the air, face buried in Gabi’s lap, and I could see my cum starting to drip down Rachel’s lips and onto her thighs.

Rachel kept pleasuring Gabi, and I moved to get a better view. Sitting on the bed I shared with Rachel, I could see her tongue lapping up Gabi’s clit, her fingers gently but deftly massaging Gabi’s pussy. Gabi was playing with her own nipples, and I could see her breath speeding up little by little. “Did you like watching Rachel get fucked like that, Gabi?”, I asked her, knowingly. She nodded quickly, smiling my way. “I’ve never seen her get fucked by a guy,” Gabi said between moans. I was basically hard again after watching the two of them fucking, and started jerking off. We had never discussed a threesome of any kind and I didn’t feel comfortable doing it at that moment, but I knew I could touch myself watching them together without it being an issue.

As Gabi got closer to orgasm, Rachel worked as hard as she could to make it happen. She kept licking Gabi’s clit while Gabi grabbed Rachel’s hair with both hands, wrapping it up and balling her hands into fists, pulling it in a repeated pattern. Gabi was close (by her own vocal cues\), and Rachel demanded her orgasm while still somewhat muffled by having her lips and tongue pleasuring her partner, “come for me, baby, I just want you to come for me.”

That was enough for Gabi, and her eyes rolled back as she started to come on Rachel’s face, grinding her perfect small pussy on Rachel’s lips and tongue. Gabi arched her back and her legs briefly trembled as she had what was clearly a powerful orgasm. A few moments later, Rachel pulled her head up and crawled up the bed, kissed Gabi, then came back over to me and kissed me — I could taste Gabi on Rachel’s lips. Rachel grabbed my dick and went to try and get me off again, but I wasn’t sure I would get there and whispered to her it wasn’t necessary. Besides, there was always next time.

Finally, we separated and Rachel went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, asking me before she left the room if I was joining her. I told her I’d be there in a minute and laid back down in my bed.. Gabi stood up and giggled at me, “oh my god, you two are so hot together”, then slapped my knee with a smile, sincerely kissed me on the cheek and told me, “I’ll shower first.”

After a few minutes, Gabi came out, and I went into the bathroom, cleaned up with Rachel’s help, and we all went to bed pretty soon after. Rachel and I brought Gabi to the brunch in the morning (with zero explanation to anyone there..), each ate about two pounds of bacon and eggs, and climbed in the rental for the long drive back to NYC — well I mostly drove, and they mostly slept — and after I dropped off the rental, we crashed together at their place.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iu384m/we_fm_had_latenight_hotel_room_sex_in_front_of