With legs that were barely able to function, they walked, hand in hand, up a short set of marble stairs and straight into one of the open areas. A few couples were kissing and fondling each other, but mostly the area was empty. The viewing rooms to the left and right were completely surrounded with some people looking in and others pressed up against the walls in various stages of undress.
"My God!" Kimi whispered. "Look! She's giving him a blow job."
In the dark recesses of a corner, a woman was kneeling, her head moving back and forth frantically, a man running his fingers through her hair.
"Let's get that drink," Harry said.
They walked quickly to the bar and ordered white wine. Kimi's hand shook violently as she raised her glass, wine spilling over the edges.
Shhh," Harry whispered. "Relax."But there was no time to relax. Seconds--a minute, maybe--after they had received their drinks, a young couple approached them. She was a tall, green eyed redhead in a halter dress. He was a taller, dark haired man with cobalt blue eyes and a perfect smile.
"Excuse me," the woman said. "That's a beautiful dress you have."
"Oh," Kimi said, still shaking. "Thank you."
"Are you two married?"
"Yes," Harry gulped. "We are."
"Would you like to join us?"
"In a room," the woman said. "You're so beautiful..."
"And you're so handsome," the man said.
"We're ... we're guests," Harry stammered.
The woman smiled and winked at Harry. "Ah. Not sure yet, eh?"
Kimi, feeling the dampness creeping down her thighs, struggled to maintain her composure. "No. We're not sure yet."
"Well, if you want to, we want to, so look for us. I'm Doug, and this is my wife, Alexandra."
"Um ... Harry and Kimi," Harry stammered.
Alexandra leaned over and whispered into Kimi's ear, her breath hot on her neck. "I hope we see you later, honey."
Alexandra and Doug linked their arms and sashayed away.
Harry slipped his arm around Kimi's waist after they left. You're not sure yet?"
"You said we're not sure yet."
"Oh. What else was I going to say? I mean, come on, did you expect something like that to happen?"
"No. Was he suggesting that me and him and that you and her..."
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
"Well..." Harry said, gulping down his wine. "Let's go see what's on the second floor."
As weak as their legs were earlier, they were now like rubber. They slowly made their way up another flight of stairs and entered into another open area.
There she was! Alexandra, sitting in a lounge chair, her dress up around her waist, her fingers working in and out of her pussy.
And there was Doug, standing next to the chair, his eyes closed, his cock disappearing into her mouth.
"Harry," Kimi whispered.
Before he could answer, Alexandra slowly pulled her head back until Doug's cock was completely out of her mouth. Only when the thin stream of saliva dangling from her lip snapped did she turn and look at Harry and Kimi. She smiled and winked at them and then, in agonizing slow motion--agonizing to Harry and Kimi, who were transfixed by the scene--she lowered mouth onto Doug's cock. She lowered her mouth and lowered it more until it disappeared completely into her mouth.
I can't take this much longer," Kimi said. "Let's go up to the last floor and ... and do some viewing. I have a feeling that the action gets more intense the higher you go."
"I find that hard to believe, but if that's the case, let's get going now."