“I’ll be done in less than an hour,” I told my wife, trying to calm her down.

It was only day two into our vacation and already my company VP had fucked up, forcing me to join a teams call in an attempt at reassuring one of our best clients.

“Whatever,” my wife said, slipping into her skimpiest bikini. “I’m going to the spa without you then. Be done when I get back.”

She donned her white, matching drawstring coverup and wedge heels before dropping her tote bags onto her shoulder and exiting the hotel suite, the door slamming hard in her wake.

I sighed, squeezing the bridge of my nose, a headache threatening to build behind my eyes. My upper back was tight, tension pooling between my shoulder blades. I rolled them, hoping to alleviate the sensation, but it drove the tension into my neck instead.

Uncomfortable and exacerbated, I joined the conference call.

***

An hour and a quarter later, I was sitting in one of the hotel suite armchairs, a large scotch in my hand. I took a sip, allowing the liquor to burn my throat and wash away my remaining tension. A second gulp followed the first as the room door beeped, the locking mechanism releasing to grant my wife reaccess.

She was flushed when she returned, her cheeks highlighted with a red hue. Her hair was mussed, her previously straightened, balayage locks far less tame than before. I eyed her curiously, and as she approached I noticed her makeup was also smudged, her eyeshadow faded and her mascara slightly running.

Her breasts, however, were her most telling features. They were swollen, the nipples hard, puffy, and very prominent through her white bikini top.

“So, did you get your work done?” she asked, her voice breathless, nervous almost.

“Yes,” I replied, “I’m sorry I couldn’t join you at the spa.”

“Don’t be, I found myself taken care of,” my wife replied as she approached me.

She stopped at my feet before removing the coverup and dropping it to the floor along with her tote bag. I took another sip, the last sip, of my whiskey and placed the glass on the side table before leaning back in the chair, waiting for my wife’s next move.

“Do you want to see?” she asked, her thumbs toying with the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

I nodded and my wife slid the bottoms down, exposing herself to me. Her pussy was wet, coated in a thick layer of cum, the outer lips puffy, red and badly swollen. My eyes drifted to her lowered panties, finding a large patch of off-white cream inside them, the expensive fabric stained.

“Someone filled you up,” I said matter-of-factly, my cock immediately flooding with blood and straining against my clothing.

“Two men, actually,” she replied, toying with me. One hand moved to her hairless pussy and spread her shaven lips open so I could see the full extent of the damage.

“Really?” I asked, my arousal peaking and causing the word to catch in my throat.

“Yes, and a third may have cum in my mouth,” she added coyly, her fingers sliding down her soiled slit

I looked back up to her face, meeting her eyes. “May have?” I said sardonically.

“He did, and I swallowed,” she confirmed, opening her mouth and poking out her tongue to show me where the third man had deposited his load. My cock pulsed again, warmth radiating from my groin.

“Where did this happen?” I questioned, my hand instinctively palming my aching erection.

“Take out your cock, and I’ll tell you all about it,” my wife said, stepping out of her panties entirely.

A few seconds later my trousers were around my ankles and my wife was lowering her cum soaked pussy onto my cock. Her opening accepted me with ease, my full length sliding into her in a single motion. Her sticky lips clung to my throbbing root as the cum of strangers heated my rock-hard prick.

Mostly still on my lap, the only movement the occasional gyration of her hips, my wife told me how she’d spent the past hour. How she’d ended up with two creampies and a belly full of cum.

***

I found the spa to be strangely quiet, I had the entire garden pool to myself. I set myself up at the far end, under the pergola we spoke about, the one you said wasn’t in view of the security cameras and would be the perfect spot for a cheeky fuck.

Stripped down to my bikini, my freshly shaved pussy threatening to peek out of the side of the tiny strip of fabric between my thighs, I began reading one of my erotic books. I was already worked up, lack of attention does that to me. When coupled with the book’s steamy sex scenes my nipples became visibly pebbled and my pussy throbbed, needing to be touched.

As I snaked my fingers down my stomach, to push them under my panties and relieve my needy clit, a group of three men took up residence on the other side of the pool.

They were older men, the oldest most likely in his fifties, nearly double my age, but they were handsome, each in their own way. I was distracted from my book, instead focusing on the group and their flowing banter. It didn’t take them long to spot me, and before long we were talking, and flirting.

They had arrived a week ago, their rich tans collaborating their story. They were on a lad’s golf trip, with a wider group who were still out on the course. All three were married, their wives at home, so it seemed their needs weren’t getting taken care of, just like mine.

It didn’t take long to get the men to relocate to my little enclave on the other side of the pool. And once in closer proximity, I could see them eyeing my body, each man checking me out from any angle he could.

From there it took me less than two minutes to get my hands on their cocks. I simply asked the men who had the biggest dick out of the group and they told me I should find out for myself. They lined up against the wall for me, shoulder-to-shoulder and I dutifully positioned a folded towel in front of them before dropping to my knees.

I started to my left, with the tallest man of the three. He was in his late forties and stood over six feet tall. He had an athletic build, his stomach flexing with the shadow of a former six-pack. I followed his happy trail and pulled his swim shorts down over his hips. His cock sprang up, already hard for me, seven inches of uncut meat, bobbing in front of me.

I stroked him a couple of times, telling him how nice his cock was, before treating him to a swipe from my tongue, and then turning my attention to the middle man. He was the youngest and best-looking of the group, probably early forties, his short hair showing no sign of greying. Like the first, his cock was hard and ready for me as soon as I lowered his shorts. He wasn’t quite as long, but his circumcised offering was still tipping six inches and packed impressive girth. I gave his cock the same treatment before moving to the older man on my right.

I looked up at the man as I pulled down his shorts, a rotund belly coated in white hairs filling most of my vision. His cock hung low and thick, not yet hard, but already the same length and thickness as the man in the middle.

Freed from his shorts he began to harden in front of me. With a little help from my hand, he reached full mast, an impressive eight-inch package, the thickness of a beer bottle.

I wasted no time. Taking a cock in each hand and one in my mouth I began serving the men, moving between them so my mouth could work each of them fairly. My jaw ached immediately, the way I had to stretch it to take two of the three cocks was almost painful, but it didn’t deter me.

The men untied my bikini top and released my tits, hands pawing at them, fingers pinching and flicking my pencil eraser nipples. I groaned around their cocks, taking each one to the back of my throat, trying my best not to gag.

My knees began to bruise, despite the towel, so I shifted into a squat position to continue my work, the flavour of multiple cocks flooding my tastebuds. The old man moved from the line and behind me, his hands moving to my arse and pulling me upwards, forcing me to bend over at the waist.

I had to release the cocks for a moment to steady myself, but within seconds I was back to having one in each hand, my mouth bobbing between them. The man behind me wasted little time pulling my bikini bottoms down. The white thong snagged when coming over my full arse but, with a few firm tugs, the old man had them around my ankles.

I hummed around the thick cock in my mouth, the man grunting in appreciation as I did. A hand landed hard on my right cheek, the crack echoing around the enclave, and then another landed on the other cheek, the sting causing my pussy to throb and my ass to lift a little higher.

With a rough hand, he pulled at my left arse cheek, his thumb digging into my outer pussy lip and dragging it to the side. Before I could react, he was feeding his fat, old cock into me, pushing me forward and forcing my lips further down the cock in front of me. I could feel every veiny inch of him as he stretched me open. His cock was raw, unprotected, he wasn’t wearing a condom, and the sensation made me groan around the meat in my mouth.

“Fucking tight,” the old man grunted, his words making my pussy pulse around him.

His thighs and hips pushed into my arse as he bottomed out, the large head of his meat resting against my cervix. His pace was slow, his movements deliberate. Each thrust was long and deep, stretching me, hitting spots deep inside me that most men couldn’t. He fucked me lazily for a couple of minutes as I gagged on his friends’ cocks. Then, the younger one announced that he wanted a piece of me, so he switched positions with the guy behind me and forced his thick cock into my pussy in a single thrust.

I sucked the old man’s dick, cleaning my creamy arousal of his beautiful shaft as his friend pounded into my cunt. He was far more forceful with his work, driving into me fast and hard, the sound of slapping flesh, and my wet pussy taking cock, ringing in my ears.

“Holy shit,” he moaned, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my arse and my tits flying back and forth in response to his powerful thrusts. “Your cunt is so good,” he told me. In truth, his cock was so good too, but my mouth was too full of dick for me to tell him.

After another few minutes, the men swapped around again, this time the taller man going behind me and slipping his longer, thinner cock into my pussy. I groaned around the old man’s fat cock as he took me, the third man to put his unprotected cock in me in less than five minutes.

I was on fire, my skin heated, a thin layer of sweat covering me, my pussy aching and my clit throbbing. The man now back in front of me fed me his circumcised cock, his length not quite fitting down my throat. I gagged and choked on him, my pussy juices mixing with my spit and coating his length as I drooled all over him.

After a good fucking, and with a hash slap to my arse, the tall man slipped out of me making way for one of his friends to take me again.

I was led onto the sunlounger by the younger man and he positioned me on top of him, his thick cock spreading my pussy open again. The older man stood beside me and directed my mouth back into his ridiculous offering as the man beneath me began to thrust up into me.

With his hands on my waist to steady me, the circumcised man used his cock well, hitting all the spots and getting my pussy clenching around him. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, unable to help myself, the vibrations causing the old man to pulse.

“That’s it, honey,” he told me, his hands tangling in my hair.

A hand slapped down on my arse and the young man’s hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his cock slamming into me, his tight nut sack hitting my gooch.

He bounced me up and down whilst the old man did his best to keep his cock in my mouth, the taller guy stroking himself slowly whilst watching us, waiting for his next turn.

With a groan the younger man pulled his cock out of me and let it fall against his toned abs, his head sinking back.

“Fuck, your pussy is something else,” he moaned before scooting out from underneath me and letting the taller man take his place.

I was pulled onto his lap from behind, his thighs spreading mine open as he positioned me on top of him in the reverse of the position his friend had just used. After a few misguided attempts, his cock found my opening and he thrust up into me, filling me completely, his cock hitting my limit as it bottomed out.

The older man fed his cock back into my mouth again as I was fucked from below, the tall man’s heavy balls slapping up into my hooded clit as he pounded away at my pussy. I moaned as he took me, my hands and mouth servicing two dicks as the long cock sawed in and out of my wet hole.

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me and guiding me back down in time with his thrusts, the slapping sounds loud and wet, my tits bouncing for the two men in front of me.

“Fuck she’s so tight,” he moaned.

The older man pulled his dick from my mouth, his thumb wiping away the spittle that had run down my chin.

“You’re a naughty little whore, aren’t you,” he said to me, a dirty smile spreading across his face.

I nodded and smiled back at him, moaning as his friend fucked me.

“Does your husband know what a slut his wife is?” he continued.

I chose not to respond, letting him make up his own mind, just taking his thick cock back into my mouth instead.

“Naughty little girl,” the old man laughed. “You like sucking our dicks and getting fucked like a little whore?” he continued.

“Yes,” I moaned around his thick tool.

“Yes, what?” the man underneath me panted, his balls smacking into me and his cock hitting my cervix with each delicious thrust.

“Yes, I love it,” I groaned.

“What do you love?” the older man asked, pulling his dick from my mouth again, letting it swing freely.

“I love sucking your dicks,” I told them, looking the old man in the eye and then turning to his friend. “And I love getting fucked like a little slut,” I finished, turning my head to the other man’s cock and slurping him to the entrance of my throat.

I groaned around his dick as the man beneath me drove up into me over and over again. He was pounding hard and fast, his grip tightening on my waist, the muscles in his thighs flexing under my weight.

“You’re such a good fucking slut,” he moaned, his words causing my pussy to pulse and squeeze around him.

“Give me that pussy again,” the old man instructed his friend, his voice gruff, his tone commanding.

The man beneath me didn’t argue, slipping his long cock out of my pussy after squeezing in a few more thrusts, and handing me over to his older friend. The older man pulled me onto him and forced his thick dick into me in a single thrust, his spongy head pressing firmly against my cervix, the sting of his rough entry causing my legs to tremble.

The old man lifted me and set me back down on his lap, his cock driving into me again and again. He didn’t fuck me hard, or fast, but his strokes were deep and powerful, his cock filling me fully each time, his pelvis slamming into my clit and his fat dick head knocking at my cervix.

I twisted to the side and fisted a cock in each hand, jacking them off as the older man used me, his thick cock stretching me to my limits. I was close, so close, and I wanted to cum so bad. My pussy was clamping down on the fat prick in me, my legs were trembling, the first signs of orgasm threatening.

“You’re going to make me cum with that fat cock,” I moaned.

“You want to cum on an old man’s cock, do you, slut?” he grunted, his hips and thighs slamming into me, his belly jiggling, his huge sack swinging up into my arse crack.

“Yes,” I hissed, my clit pulsing.

“Cum on it then, you dirty fucking whore,” he told me, his grip on my hips tightening.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my hands leaving the two other cocks and moving to the old man’s hairy chest, steadying myself as his cock hammered into me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“You’re a bad fucking wife, aren’t you,” the man under me said, his words pushing me closer. “Letting these strangers use your married pussy,” he continued, his finger digging into my arse, one of the digits pressing against my arsehole, threatening to enter.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned.

“You like letting three older guys use you like a little whore,” he grunted.

“Mmhmm,” I repeated, biting my lip and trying not to scream as the old man’s cock drilled into me.

“Fuck,” the man moaned, his finger penetrating my arse.

It was too much. I couldn’t hold back. With his cock hitting the end of my pussy and his finger entering my arse, the man under me called me a nasty whore and that was it, I exploded, my body bucking as the orgasm hit me like a truck.

My pussy clamped down on the older man’s thick dick and I let out a scream. My cunt squeezed and clenched around his veiny shaft, his cock throbbing inside me. Electricity surged through me, pulsing from my cunt and shooting to my curled toes.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “The little slut is cumming on my dick,” he added as he pushed his finger further up my shitter and gripped my throat with his other hand.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the old man squeezed the sides of my throat, the restriction cutting off my oxygen and forcing my orgasm to intensify, my entire body alive.

I was moaning like a whore, my hips and legs shaking, the orgasm tearing through me. He released my throat and I took a gasping breath, then his hand slid down from my neck and found my tit, his fingers crudely digging into my soft flesh.

“Fuck, your tight cunt is squeezing my dick,” he told me.

My pussy was pulsing and clenching around him, his cock so thick and hard, and I was lost, my head spinning as I rode wave after wave of my orgasm. The next thing I knew I was being pushed off of his cock. I fell onto the lounger in a heap.

The tall guy wasted no time, positioning himself between my legs and driving his long dick into my soaking cunt. I was so sensitive, the feeling of his cock inside me sending shockwaves through me.

He was immediately fucking me hard and fast, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me into him as he pounded me. I lay back, a mess, the orgasm still rippling aftershocks through me. I couldn’t do anything, the tall man’s cock just hammered away at my pussy, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the enclave, the other two men stroking his cocks above me.

He grunted, his balls tightening and his cock thickening. I knew he was close, and I was surprised, considering how fast he was taking me, that he had held on for so long.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned, pulling his cock from me and crawling up my body. I leant forward and wrapped my hand around his sticky prick, his hips bucking as I milked his rod, his head flared and his foreskin bunched at the base.

My lips sealed around his swollen head just in time. He tensed, his abs tightening as he thrust his hips, pushing forward as the first spurt of his thick seed hit the back of my throat.

Another, then another quickly followed the first blast, the warm, salty fluid filling my mouth. He groaned as he fired his load, my tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, encouraging his release.

After a few seconds, the flow subsided and he pulled back from me. I sat up and licked my lips, swallowing down his cum, needing two large gulps to down it.

“Good girl,” he praised me, before dismounting the lounger.

“Get back on top of me, you little slut,” the old man commanded. “And this time you’re going to bounce that little married pussy up and down for me.”

I nodded obediently and clambered on top of him on the second sun lounger. Reaching behind, I gripped his thick cock, pointing his tip upwards and towards my sore entrance. As he entered me, my head tipped back and my eyes closed, savouring the sting and the stretch.

He was so thick, my pussy struggling to accommodate his girth, even though he’d already fucked me two or three times. He pulled at my waist and I lowered myself onto him, my pussy stretched to its limit, his fat head pressing against the deepest part of my cunt once again.

Once he was fully buried in me, the base of his cock stretching my entrance and his big round head resting against my cervix, the older man’s hands went to my arse and slapped my full cheeks with a harsh crack, the sound echoing around the enclave.

“Ride me, slut,” he commanded.

I leant forward, pressing my tits into his chest, his wiry grey hair teasing my sensitive nipples. Then, I pulled my arse up, sliding my pussy up his fat shaft, the friction causing me to moan. With a pause at the top, I slammed back down onto his cock, driving his meat into me and filling me to the limit.

I started to shake my arse, twerking on his cock, the man beneath me grunting and slapping my cheeks as I bounced on him, giving him the best ride of his life.

“That’s a good little slut,” he moaned, slapping my arse again.

I worked him, riding him like a professional, working him over, his hands all over me, squeezing and slapping me, his cock driving up into me.

“Fucking whore,” he moaned, his eyes clenched shut, his face scrunched, the veins in his neck protruding. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

I lifted myself a little, giving him room to pull out if he wanted, but instead, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his cock, his swollen head flaring, his huge shaft twitching, and his massive ball sack contracting.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his cock exploding in my married pussy, his seed shooting deep inside me, painting my cervix, the pressure forcing a second orgasm from me.

I collapsed on top of him as he fired his load into me, his cum flooding me and filling me up. He was breathing heavily, his hands caressing my body. I lay on him, his thick cock still buried in me as his cum began to leak out.

“Such a fucking slut,” the younger man said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to see him mounting the lounger between the older guy’s legs. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me slightly, causing the old man’s softening cock to slip from my hole, a stream of cum running down my leg.

Without warning he forced his thick cock into my cum drenched pussy as I lay on top of the older man, his cock driving in until his pelvis slapped against my arse. I grunted, his dick using my sore, abused pussy, his friend’s cum lubricating the way.

He thrust two or three times before stilling, buried to the hilt and adding his seed to the older man’s.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my welted arse cheeks.

He pulled his dick out and slapped it down onto the cleft of my arse, his cum oozing from me.

“Fuck, look at that,” the older man below me said, his eyes glued to my used pussy. “You’re a naughty little bitch, aren’t you,” he said, his finger rubbing his cum from the side of my thigh and bringing it to my lips.

I nodded and sucked his digit, the taste of him, the two of them, coating my tongue.

“Good girl,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I whispered, kissing his hairy chest.

The men helped me up and I immediately slid my bikini bottoms back on, containing the copious creampie sloshing around inside me. Once redressed, I thanked the men and left, telling them I had to go or my husband would wonder where I was.

***

I groaned as she lifted her arse one final time before impaling her sloppy pussy back onto my cock, a trickle of cum sliding down my tight ball sack and joining the pool on the chair between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my voice quiet and hoarse, my cock throbbing as the orgasm washed over me.

My hands left her tits and I pulled her face towards mine, her mouth finding mine, her lips crushing against mine. She tasted like cock, and my tongue delved into her mouth, dancing with hers as I mixed my cum with that of the two strangers.