We were both excited and a little nervous about it. I bought condoms, lube, some champagne and other stuff for a nice time.Tasha was down, and a week ...later my wife and I checked in to a five-star hotel. We set up things in the room and went downstairs to the bar after texting Tasha to let her know we were ready for her. It took about an hour for her to get there, but when she walked in, she looked great, wearing a tasteful leather dress, perfect makeup, and every hair in place. We were dressed. There was no way she was going to say "no" since you had your hand on her pussy and she had hers on mine. I am sure she thought she was in a fantasy as we walked out the door. While I drove you sat in the back seat with her warming her up. She was ready to start in the back seat. You looked me in the eyes through the mirror as you told her there was no rush and we would all have a good time. Once at the apartment we wasted no time taking her clothes off as we dragged her down the hall and into. ”“More than welcome!,” she said with a grin, and she was gone.David and Gwen had a good time at home the next evening, chatting about all sorts of things; they always were easy with each other, and their humour sparked of each other. There was a lot of laughter. Even the silences were comfortable.On Friday, David brought some ‘homework’: catch-up stuff from the time he’d spent away from work. It was quiet and peaceful in the house, especially with the long light June evenings. He’d take a break. I put my hand on her neck and pulled her in for a longer kiss, our lips beginning to part and our tongues began to clash. My heart began to beat incredibly fast, the adrenaline running through my bloodstream at the thought of getting caught. The door was slightly ajar and her mum could come in and check on us at any time. We continued to make out for another minute or so but I began to get nervous so I pulled away and glanced towards the door. "Don't worry, mum won't come up here, she's in her.