Camille and I had a successful threesome towards the end of 2005 in a 5-star hotel in Sydney, day rate. We began our day of sexual adventure by chatting away over a glass of an excellent NZ sauvignon blanc and delicious pastries. The scene was cordial, civilised but sexually charged. Previous to that I had met the man in a city bar to suss him out and we three had enjoyed a delightful picnic at the Norman Lindsay gallery in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. We dressed Gatsby style for the picnic, loving the warmth of the sun and the wonderful atmosphere of the surroundings. On the picnic day I drove up to Faulconbridge, leaving Camille and our friend to take the train from Central Station where they met for the first time. She looked stunning when she left our apartment. He admitted to me later that he was smitten on the spot by her beauty. Their conversation on the train was so animated that they bloody near forgot to get off the train. They didn't realise they had reached their destination. I put them in the back seat of the car, acting the chauffeur, and drove them to the Lindsay Gallery. I gave them plenty of opportunity to 'get friendly' during our time there but he remained the gentleman throughout. On the return trip I put them in the back seat of the car. Camille took off her bra and about twenty minutes into the trip she put his hand on her breast where it remained. They had a kiss or two but he did not attempt anything further. To the rest of the day itself: Camille had the call. When ready she departed to the bathroom. Our friend and I remained dressed. I passed him an envelope with our share of the day rate. Camille reappeared in a black silk shirt of mine and, as we discovered soon after, a magnificent pair of high-cut black panties that she had bought for the occasion. Camille is 5'9" and strikingly beautiful, with a body that is worthy of a woman half her age (62 as she then was). Legs that go forever; firm unblemished thighs; rounded belly; an arse to die for; breasts out of fantasyland; a sweeping back and shoulders; a neck to make you weep. She stood before us in all her glory, basking in the power she was exerting over us. She faced away and s-l-o-w-l-y lifted her shirt. Both of us had to adjust our trousers. Then she turned towards us and repeated the shirt lift. How long can a tease last? We were gone for all money. Next she turned away and indicated that we should take her panties off. We took a leg each and eased them down, marvelling at her superb arse. Our friend followed my lead and we brushed our faces on her buttocks and licked through her arse crack. Next she turned front on, revealing a full brazilian. She told me later she'd had it two days before but had denied me knowledge or sight of it (the bitch!) No sign of redness, just a beautiful hairless slit. Our eyes were transfixed. She took her panties back from us and stroked our faces with them. So soft, aromatic with her arousal scent, a gesture of sexual generosity. Then she drew her fingers through her slit and anointed our eyelids with her juice and left her scent under our noses. There is nothing in this world as erotic as having a woman anoint one's eyelids with her juice. As a final gesture she took off his shirt, then mine... then told us to undress and join her in bed. She walked to the bed, discarding her shirt. I will never, ever forget the loveliness of her elegant body. And didn't she know it! We lay either side of her, caressed her and suckled a nipple each. After a time she tapped me on the head in a prearranged signal and cuddled into our friend with her breasts and willing mouth. I watched them entwine their legs and saw her hand take hold of his cock. It was incredibly arousing to see my wife's hand stroking the cock and balls of another man only centimetres from my eyes. They kissed, cuddled and stroked each other for ages, with growing intensity. Eventually she turned back to me and told me to go down on her. Our friend continued to hold her and suck on her breasts. I took my time, perineum to the very top of her slit. Tip of tongue, half blade, full blade; lip sucking, penetration... you name it, I did it for ages, all of us enjoying the eroticism. When she came it was with monumental force. I had wondered if she would hold back but she shared with us a massive orgasm. I put my tongue tip into her anus and provoked another series of throbs and spasms. Our friend elicited the last of them by putting his fingertip into her bum at the very end. Our friend stroked her hair in the aftermath and she said later that she had loved his thoughtfulness in doing so. Her orgasms have a very long aftermath and our friend picked up on this and tended her needs for the duration. I then left the bed to the two of them. He rolled on a condom and knelt between her legs, lifting them almost to the vertical before claiming her. That is a position we rarely use as my cock gives her discomfort that way. Our friend, however, was not overly endowed and the position did not present a problem. I gave them lots of time to themselves but eventually I put my cock into her mouth while he continued what had become vigorous thrusting. I found the whole situation of my first such experience overwhelming and I came copiously and noisily on her breasts. When our friend realised what was happening he stopped thrusting and watched me. He then got back to business and Camille continued her succession of wonderful cums. After a while he turned her onto her side and entered her from behind. I knew why! His eyes had nearly fallen out of his head when he had seen her beautiful arse for the first time. Like me, he was an arse man. When things got too much for him he pulled out of her, he ripped off his condom and shot onto her thighs and bum cheeks. It was the first time in my life that I had watched another man jack off and cum. I was close by and had a good view. I marvelled at the speed of his hand in the final stage. And I marvelled at the cum spurting onto her flesh. She gently rubbed it into her skin, as she had done with my semen on her breasts. By that time hunger had started to beckon. Camille had prepared a gourmet lunch. Our friend had brought the wine. We men wore robes provided by the hotel. Camille put on my black silk shirt. We ate and drank supremely well. The conversation was brisk and lively. At one point I told a joke. Camille laughed out loud. As she laughed her legs came apart and our friend and I had a clear view of her pussy, brazilianed to perfection. You have never seen two sets of eyes focus in so quickly! I had wondered how we would initiate the post-lunch session in bed. I had given Camille a verbal cue should she wish me to initiate things. I needn't have worried. At a time of her choosing she simply rose from her chair, threw off the black silk shirt, walked in her magnificent nakedness to the bed, lay on her belly with her lovely arse on view and said : 'Who's going first?' Such candour belongs to a sexually confident woman. Camille is nothing if not that. I nodded to our friend to proceed. His eyes were like saucers during the time he took her from behind. For a time he added the provocation of a fingertip in her bum. There was a funny moment some time subsequently. Our friend was on top of Camille, having turned her onto her back, just moving slowly and gently in her. They were kissing, caressing, murmuring their pleasure. Then there was a knock on the door. Then the bloody door opened and a maid entered the room. She froze as she took in the scene. I was sitting in a chair stroking my erect cock. Our friend dismounted and rushed towards the door, his condom sagging from a rapidly deflating cock. The maid ran off. We looked at each other then burst into laughter. What else could we do? Kisses and cuddles brought renewed erections and our friend entered Camille again. This time her legs were hooked around his body. I moved my chair about a metre from the bed, right behind him so I had a clear view of his cock going in and out and of his balls swinging. His balls, like his cock, were on the smallish side but he was not short on eagerness. Indeed, when he went down on her later he gave the impression of someone licking an ice cream in the Sahara desert. His bum, like the rest of him, was finely haired. Lots of it but very fine. Different. I watched him thrusting away and listened to Camille'smurmured responses. I moved to the side of the bed andshe turned her face to me, smiling beautifully beforeturning her attention back to our friend, wrapping herarms around his neck and lifting her hips and bum to match his increasingly vigorous rhythm. Then, out of left field, I have no idea why, Ifelt an impulse. I sensed our friend was about to cum. I had continued to stroke my cock while watching. I moved to the edge of the bed, took Camille's hand and stretched her arm towards me - and came onto her palm, lovely strong spurts of male essence, nice male feeling. Our friend tensed, threw his head back, emitted a series of guttural grunts and came into her, holding himself still and balls-deep for his initial spurts, his bum cheeks all tensed up. Thus Camille ate the semen of one of her men while her other man released his semen into her body. He rolled off her, exhausted. She turned on her side, her back to him. They dozed for perhaps 15 minutes, he with two fingers half-way inserted into her cunt throughout. It was a beautiful image. I would love to have taken that shot plus the amusing shot of his droopy filled condom clinging to the end of his soft cock. Sadly, no photographs on the day was our friend's stipulation. I took the first shower, leaving them to snooze and to cuddle. Our friend went next, then Camille. We parted in excellent spirits, rejoicing in what had been a delightful, wonderful 6 hours of sexual gratification. A few points in general : * We did a lot of lead-up work, to get to know each other and to develop the requisite level of trust. Our friend had readily agreed not to act the alpha male and had agreed that our primary purpose was to pleasure Camille. * Our friend at 59 had the maturity of judgment for the adventure. His sense of humour, intelligence and unfailing gentlemanliness were also welcome. There was mutual trust and no embarrassment or inhibition from any of us. * When Camille and I got back to our apartment we fucked our brains out for at least an hour, once in bed and again in the bath. I have read that this is a common phenomenon after a threesome. * I have lived with the blessing and the curse that is satyriasis since around age 14. Camille has always been sexually active but in retirement her libido and her sexuality have blossomed, taken off, manifesting themselves wonderfully and beautifully. I encourage her to 'explore, express and enjoy' her sexuality. I desperately want her to experience sex with another woman. * We enjoy living sexually by 2 principles : erotic adventure and erotic tranquility. Retirement allows the essential element of TIME to explore both. The subtleties of human sexual response are awe-inspiring.