We had booked a couple of rooms at my favourite London hotel, which shall remain nameless. After lunch, we headed across town to the hotel to relax before dinner. Once we had all freshened up, I rang our swinging friend’s room and invited them to ours, knowing what I had in mind, Steven kicked off his shoes and lounged in an armchair. They knocked within a few minutes of my summons and answering the door, I led them into our room, waving Tristan toward the other comfortable seat. ‘Sit down darling, I’m hungry for your wife, and I thought you would like to watch me eat her,’ I said, delighted to see that his luscious wife had changed into the new dress. Leading the lovely girl to the bed, I twirled her around once, before gently pushing her onto the mattress. She fell backward with a soft whoosh, bouncing up a little before coming to rest atop the opulent bedding.