I Lived an Erotic Quartet in a Salon

Sophia, an employee at a chalet, always dreamed of two men in her bed. Three, however, would be a real Christmas gift...

For three years during the ski season, I worked at a well-known and quite luxurious chalet at a Greek mountain. The customers liked me, but there was always a golden rule: Don't get involved with them, always keep your distance.

Our chalet had six rooms and mainly attracted couples, but also some

single people. I noticed Antonis from the moment he got off the bus.

He was around 25, of medium height, with a well-toned body that

was outlined under his jacket. What really captivated me was his hair. Jet black, straight and combed back. I looked around to spot his partner, but Antonis had come with a friend of his, who was equally handsome. My heart sank - the usual. Why are the ones I like always gay? I put on my professional smile and went to welcome them all to the resort.

Antonis and Vasilis would be staying in the same room. They seemed awkward, however, when they saw the double bed. It turned out that Vasilis's wife had broken her leg and Antonis was a friend from work, who took her place at the last minute. My heart started beating like crazy. It was my ultimate fantasy: a threesome with two men. Antonis and Vasilis were exactly what I needed.

In the following days, I flirted with them discreetly and on the last night the group decided to all go out for a farewell dinner. Antonis and Vasilis came into the kitchen where I was preparing food for the next day. I didn't expect to see them again. They, however, had decided to skip the dinner and squeeze into some bar. They asked me if I wanted to go with them. A little later we were completely drunk and the conversation turned to fantasies. I took a deep breath and told them mine. As soon as I started describing it, the eroticism between us became obvious – it was as if there was no one else in the bar.

We returned to the chalet, which was still dark. We squeezed into their room and drank almost a whole bottle of whiskey. We were sitting on the bed when Antonis pulled me towards him and kissed me gently. I kissed him back. Vasilis turned off the light and sat in the armchair. I turned towards him and said: "Come on, Vasilis, don't you want to try a little too?". I lay back on the bed, with Antonis and Vasilis next to me. Neither of them seemed very sure about what to do, so I took the initiative. I undressed slowly and then started taking off their clothes too. I placed Vasilis's hand on the inside of my thigh and my breasts against his face, while I kissed and caressed Antonis. The sensation of being touched by two men was incredible. Vasilis gradually moved towards my clitoris and gave me oral sex, while Antonis licked my nipples. I pulled Antonis to the head of the bed and started giving him oral sex. I knew I was about to finish, but I couldn't hold back.

None of us heard the door open. I'm ashamed to say it, but I still don't know who it was. I felt the stranger lie down naked next to me too. His body was youthful and warm. To be honest, I was so aroused and lost, I didn't care about anything. I turned and kissed the stranger. The situation had become too much for Vasilis, who finished abruptly. I brought the stranger on top of me and we had quick, passionate sex, while Antonis masturbated next to us. Antonis finished first and then the stranger. He got off me and the four of us lay exhausted on the bed. I had lived the sexual experience of a lifetime, but what I wanted to do at that moment was get dressed and disappear from there. I waited until I heard snoring and left.

The morning was a nightmare. I could face Antonis and Vasilis, who avoided looking me in the eye, but not knowing who the stranger was and how many others knew about the story made me feel terribly humiliated.

Fortunately, at some point the bus came and took them all to the airport.

Antonis deliberately stayed last. As he hugged me, he slipped a piece of paper with his phone number into my pocket. I never called him. I felt sorry about that, because Antonis was single and, if other people hadn't gotten involved, maybe something could have happened between us. But I couldn't take it any further after what had happened.

Sophia, 25, Thessaloniki