The neon glow of Cape Town's nightlife pulsed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse suite at the Waterfront hotel, casting a sultry haze over the king-sized bed where the weekend's unexpected adventure had unfolded. I'd checked in solo for a business conference, nursing a whiskey at the bar downstairs when I spotted them—two early-twenties stunners, Alex and Jamie, their bodies entwined in a heated dance on the crowded floor. Alex was the bold one, with short-cropped platinum hair, pierced nipples visible through her sheer tank top, and a tattoo of intertwined vines snaking up her thigh. Jamie was softer, her long auburn waves cascading over sun-kissed shoulders, her curves hugged by a tiny black dress that screamed for hands to peel it off.

They were lesbians, they'd whispered later, but curious ones who'd been whispering about experimenting with a guy for the first time. A few flirty shots later, and my charm—or maybe the promise of room service champagne—had them giggling in the elevator, their hands already roaming each other's bodies as we ascended. "We've never done this," Alex purred, her green eyes locking on mine while Jamie nipped at her neck. "But fuck, you're hot enough to make us bend the rules."

By the time we stumbled into the room, clothes were half-off. Alex shoved me against the door, her lips crashing into mine with a hunger that tasted like cherry lip gloss and tequila. Jamie pressed in from behind her, grinding her hips against Alex's ass, her fingers slipping under my shirt to trace my abs. "Show us what we've been missing," Jamie moaned, her voice breathy as she tugged Alex's tank down, exposing those perfect, perky tits with silver bars glinting in the low light.

We didn't waste time. I scooped them both up, tossing them onto the bed where they landed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Alex straddled Jamie first, pinning her down with a dominant kiss, their tongues dancing as I watched, my cock throbbing hard against my jeans. "Get over here," Alex commanded, beckoning me with a wicked grin. I stripped down, joining them as Jamie's hands found my shaft, stroking tentatively at first, her wide blue eyes filled with awe. "It's so... big," she whispered, before Alex leaned in, guiding her mouth down onto me. The sight of these two gorgeous dykes sharing my dick—Jamie's soft lips sucking the tip while Alex licked the base—nearly made me explode right then.

But the weekend was just starting. We ordered in—oysters and strawberries, feeding each other between rounds. Friday night blurred into Saturday morning with Alex riding my face, her juices dripping down my chin as Jamie bounced on my cock, their moans syncing in a filthy symphony. "Fuck her harder," Alex growled, her fingers circling Jamie's clit while I thrust deep, feeling Jamie's walls clench around me like a vice. They took turns dominating me too—tying my wrists to the headboard with a silk scarf from my suitcase, teasing my body with feathers and ice cubes until I begged. Jamie's tongue explored my ass for the first time, rimming me while Alex deep-throated me, their lesbian expertise turning the tables in ways that left me shaking.

By Saturday afternoon, we'd moved to the Jacuzzi tub, bubbles foaming around us as I fucked Alex from behind, her face buried between Jamie's thighs. Water sloshed over the edges as Alex screamed into Jamie's pussy, the vibrations sending Jamie over the edge in a squirting orgasm that soaked us all. "More," Jamie panted, pulling me into her next, her nails digging into my back as Alex fingered her ass, introducing her to double penetration with a vibrating toy we'd improvised from the mini-bar's amenities.

Sunday dawned with lazy, exhausted bliss—morning sex on the balcony overlooking Table Mountain, the risk of being seen adding to the thrill. Alex on her knees, alternating between sucking me and eating Jamie out, until I came hard across both their faces, watching them kiss and swap my load like it was the sweetest secret. As they dressed to leave, promising it was a one-time fling, Jamie winked. "Or maybe not. Cape Town's small—text us next time you're in town."

The door clicked shut, leaving me spent, the room reeking of sex and satisfaction. Best weekend ever.