This is part three of our story. Although each story is written to stand alone, they are in chronological order and best read in that order.
The sex described in this story does not involve anyone under the age of 18.
If you’ve not read the first two stories, then here’s a bit about us. We met when seventeen, were engaged when eighteen, and gave our virginity to each other a few months after getting engaged. We married at nineteen and earlier this year met John and Mary, with whom we’ve been happily fucking each other’s spouses.
Carol was a slim 5’2″ with a 34B, 24, 34 figure, with red shoulder-length hair, and was just as pretty as you can imagine. Her tits stood out on their own, being nice and firm. In fact, she could easily go out braless, but for her nipples, which you could hang a coat hanger on when aroused! As for me, I was 6′, slim build, and looked presentable, I’d imagine.
Things were looking good, and we were enjoying life with both jobs going very well. Carol worked for a large distribution company and, with six others, received and processed orders. I worked for a company that sold bathrooms and kitchens nationwide. I spent my time visiting retailers in my area (Kent, London, and Surrey) and had a company car. The basic salary was low, but the commission pretty much doubled my pay. We were also enjoying playing with John and Mary, having, by the time we went to Majorca, had sex with them some four or five times.
The weekend before we went to Majorca, the four of us went out for an Indian, then back to ours for a nightcap, or so I thought. The girls had other ideas, and as the evening wore on, I picked more relaxing albums to listen to, and the girls got up and said, ‘Let’s dance.’
As we danced, Carol hugged me and told me that they were staying the night and I’d be in the spare room with Mary.
After the album finished, we made our way upstairs, and I spent the night fucking Mary but also thinking a lot about what Carol and John were doing at the same time. In the morning, and after they had gone, I asked her to tell me what the two of them did after going into our bedroom.
“I’ll do better than that; you can be John whilst I tell you what to do.”
We went upstairs, and once in the bedroom, she turned, faced me, and undid my belt and then my shorts so that they fell to the floor. She put her arms around my neck, and we kissed with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She told me to unzip her dress, push it off her shoulders, undo her bra, and let it join her dress on the floor.
She then told me to get on my knees and slide her knickers to the floor whilst I sucked and fingered her tits. Having done that, I slowly kissed my way down and placed my tongue against her pussy. She said no and pulled me up to face her. She then went on her knees, took my boxers off, and then took my cock into her mouth. At this point, I was struggling to hold back despite having cum in Mary less than half an hour ago.
Carol got up, went to our bed, lay down on her back, and told me to fuck her with that big fat cock of yours, ‘John,’ whose name she emphasised.
She was so wet I slid my cock straight in without any resistance.
“Were you this wet for John?”
“Yes, his fat cock may be shorter than yours, but it’s thicker and fills me in a different way that really gets me off. Do you know that your cock has just coated itself in John’s cum that he put in me just half an hour ago? Think on that.”
Fuck, as that image entered my imagination, I shot my load big time.
“John came quite quickly last night as well, so I pushed him off me so he was on his back. I then turned around, took his cock in my mouth, ensuring my pussy lips were over his mouth.”
As Carol said this, she re-enacted it, and I was quickly on my back with her pussy lips against my mouth. She said he tongued me and ate his own cum, so I started to do the same. As I brought her to yet another orgasm, she told me that, of course, the difference from last night is that you’re eating both Johns and your own cum from my pussy. How does that taste? This just about blew my mind and came again, much to my surprise. Carol just lapped it up, telling me that she could now taste both of us.
“What did you like about fucking Mary?”
“She’s ok, but the real turn-on for me was knowing that at the same time you were riding John’s fat cock and he was filling your pussy with his cum several times last night and again this morning.”
“So, if I were to fuck just John and Mary was not there, would you be up for that?”
“Yes, but I very much doubt Mary would allow that to happen. We are, though, about to go away…” and left the sentence hanging.
“But in the morning, after John and Mary have gone home, you always ask me to describe what we did, and to say the least, your cock is rock hard and cums big time inside me.”
“True, when I slide my cock in, I can feel how sloppy you are, which is from John leaving a load of cum in your pussy. I find it very erotic to know that my cock is coated in his cum when fucking you, then give you a load so that you have his and my cum inside you. I can’t explain it, it’s as it is. I know Mary will never say yes, but I’d love to watch John fuck you and see his cock sliding in and out of your pussy.”
“How do you know Mary won’t agree? Have you asked her?”
“Not in so many words, but I did suggest that all four of us share the same bed one night, and she was adamant that wouldn’t happen. So, have you let John fuck you up the arse yet? I know you like me doing that.”
“No, that hole is only for you, but I had hoped to fuck the pair of you at the same time, but that doesn’t seem very likely to happen with John, as Mary obviously is not into sharing in that way.”
During this conversation, I had used my fingers to rub her pussy and clit, sending her into an orgasm, which I don’t normally achieve. She admitted the thought of me watching her get fucked by John or anyone else, for that matter, was a massive turn on for her. I was soon on top of her, and we fucked again like there was no tomorrow.
A few days later, we were on the way to Gatwick with John driving us there; he’d offered to take us and pick us up on our return. We arrived at our hotel late one Thursday afternoon, pretty tired after being up early, taking time to get through arrivals, finding the coach, and the journey here. We had dinner and a few drinks in the bar and were in bed by 11pm, not waking up until around 8 the next morning. We quickly realised that we had to get up then or miss breakfast. This wasn’t an option when you had half board and on a fairly tight budget.
On Friday, after breakfast, we explored the hotel and the surrounding area and found a nice pool at the hotel with sun loungers and parasols. Across the road was a sandy beach with the waves gently lapping at the shore, all in glorious warm sunshine with not a cloud in the sky. So, it was back to our room to get changed, put the old slap on, grab towels, and head for the beach for some sunbathing and a cooling swim from time to time.
By the afternoon, we had had enough sun and returned to the hotel. We found a couple of sun loungers by the pool and got ourselves a couple of drinks. We chilled out and noticed that most guests were couples or couples with small children, although we did notice four lads about our age who were enjoying the sun and pool and seemed to be having a great time.
That evening, we were sitting in the bar when the four lads came in, and we started talking. They told us that they had arrived last Tuesday, were from Wolverhampton, and were going home this coming Tuesday morning, very early, as Greg was getting married the following Saturday. The other three were Alan (his brother and best man), Chris, and Martin, who they had all grown up with and who were, in fact, two or three years older than us. Alan and Chris were both single with no one special, but got the impression they did pretty well in the sex department; Martin had been married for a few years. The action, as they put it, was just down the road at a disco, and at their invitation, we joined them.
It was, to say the least, a lively disco with a full house and a good playlist, so we thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Carol even got to dance a few slow songs with each of them, returning with a big grin each time.
When I finally got the chance to dance with her, I whispered in her ear, ‘So what’s so funny that you come back with a big grin each time you dance with one of them?’
“Well, it’s like this: each of them couldn’t hide the hard-on they got when we slow-danced, although I have to confess, I was a bit naughty by pushing up against them.”
“Did they cop a feel of you then?”
Would you have objected if I’d let them?”
“Actually, no, as the thought of them feeling you up is a real turn-on for me.”
“Well, they didn’t, although I think they would have liked to, and I’d definitely have let them; they’re all so cute.”
“If you want them to, then I’d be very happy, but I will want to know what they actually did.”
We were there another hour or so before the disco closed, and as we all went back to the hotel. They told us they had only a few days left, would be going again tomorrow night, and would love it if we joined them again. Yes, we said, and Carol gave each of them a goodnight kiss on the cheek. That was the intention, but Alan turned his head with perfect timing, so their lips met instead, cheeky beggar!
We then went to our own rooms, and as we fucked each other silly, Carol kept on about how good it was to feel another guy’s cock rub up against her. Her describing it just turned me on even more.
Saturday followed a similar pattern to Friday, and once dinner was over, we went to the disco with the four lads.
That night, after we had returned to the hotel, I asked if any of them had felt her up.
“Yes, Alan had a good feel of my arse and got his hand under my dress and under my knickers so he could squeeze my bum cheeks. He tried to move his hand to my front, but I stopped him as it would have been obvious to anyone watching.”
“Anyone else?”
Martin was rubbing up against me and had his left hand on my tit, giving it a wonderful massage before doing the same to my other one as well as squeezing my bum cheeks. I think Alan must have said something because when I was dancing with Chris, he went straight for a good feel and did manage to get his hand on my pussy through my dress, but I stopped him lifting it.
He asked me outside for a bit of fresh air, but I declined, as I hadn’t agreed to anything with you. He then asked if I had fucked anyone else since we got married; I said yes. What, you cheated on him? No, I said this was all with your full knowledge. He then asked if you would let me fuck him, as it had been a while.”
“So, Greg didn’t try anything with you?”
“No, I think as he’s due to get married, he was a bit unsure, but he would be, I’m sure, as I pushed into him and copped a good feel of a very hard cock!”
“And do you want to fuck Chris?”
‘Not sure, but would certainly go outside for some fresh air if he asked again. In fact, I’d give each of them a bit of “fresh air” if they asked! “Yes or no?”
“Yes, but it can’t be outside the club, as this isn’t England, where if you’re caught, you’d only get a bollocking. Not sure if the same would happen here, and being arrested would not go down well at home. So, it would have to be back in our room if you decided to do anything.”
By now we’d stripped each other; she lay on the bed, spread her legs, and said, ‘Eat me, Martin.’ I buried my head in her pussy with my tongue on her clit, my thumb pushing into her pussy, and my middle finger playing with her rose bud. As she moaned and writhed beneath me, I moved my tongue down to replace my middle finger. All the time she was saying, ‘Don’t stop, Martin!’
Eventually, she pulled me up and just said, ‘Fuck me, Martin,’ and I buried my cock into her very wet pussy in one stroke. We writhed on the bed with her legs holding me and her arms around me so I could do no more than pump in and out. With her, she’s calling me Martin; we both came together in one of our bigger orgasms.
“So, it’s Martin you want to fuck then?”
“Oh yes, please, but wouldn’t turn any of them down. Not Greg, though, as that could ruin his marriage before it starts if his fiancée finds out.”
“Ok, then he can just wank himself off while he watches us.”
Sunday was a similar pattern with the beach in the morning and the pool in the afternoon, followed by a shower, dinner, and getting ready for the club afterward. Carol said she would change after dinner, as she had a new dress to wear and thought it a bit too risqué for the dining room, and she was right.
After dinner, she went back up to the room, and I waited in reception for her to join me. “Wow was the response. Where did you get that?”
The dress was a pastel yellow, which finished mid-thigh with a thin belt around her waist. It would clearly go near horizontal if she spun fast enough on the dance floor, but the real ‘wow’ was the top half. It had thin straps, with the top finishing about midway between the top of her boobs and nipples, so it showed her cleavage. In fact, the material gaped across the top, giving a good view of her boobs when leaning forward (she wasn’t wearing a bra). The only other piece of clothing she was wearing was a very sexy pair of yellow knickers. Apparently, the dress was a gift from Mary, who had made it for her, a very skilled dressmaker, something I didn’t know.
“You are definitely dressed to pull tonight, no question.”
“If I’m lucky and decide to fuck one of them, do I have your permission?”
“Yes, as long as it’s back at the hotel and I’m in the room, who’s your number one then?”
“Don’t know, but I will leave Greg alone, so probably Martin, but wouldn’t say no to all three of them!”
And before I could reply, we had entered the club and found the four lads sitting in a dark booth in the corner, with our drinks already on the table for us. They thought this was a good place to be, presumably on the basis of the teasing and come-ons they got last night, so they were hoping to ‘cop a feel’ without being thrown out. It was also their last night, as they leave in the early hours of Tuesday morning, so they were not really able to come here Monday night.
The evening started normally with a few drinks, dances, and general chat about the holiday, where we’re from, and other such nonsense that you do. As the evening wore on, Carol got more and more touchy-feely with whoever sat next to her, happily showing off her side boobs at every opportunity. If she leaned forward, not only did you get a look down her front, but if she put her arms up, then the sides opened up just enough to show off her side boobs, and she knew that!
On the dance floor, she was dancing with Martin and Chris, who were getting in very close, and as the song progressed, Chris, who was in front of her, put his hands on her hips, and Martin, who was behind her, put his on her waist. She was sandwiched, but with a gap between the three of them. Of course, the next song was a slow one, and all three bunched up together so that Chris was now groin to groin with Carol’s arms around his neck, giving Martin the chance to slide his hands underneath her arms and dress to put both hands on her boobs.
The room was dark, but I had taken up a position to see what they were doing. Alan joined me and asked if I was okay with this. Yes, I find it quite a turn-on to be honest, but I must tell you that if she decides to go further, it won’t be with Greg, as we won’t be responsible for causing a problem with his fiancée before they get married. He understood and said that wouldn’t be a problem, as his brother is nearly out of it and he can easily get him back to the room, then slip out without him knowing. It was nearly last dance time, so I went on to the floor to break up the three and get Carol on her own again.
“Enjoy the dance then?”
“Certainly did; they both got very hard, and I enjoyed where they put their hands, which was on my boobs, and Chris got his hand inside my knickers to play with my pussy, so I’m quite wet.”
“What next?”
“I told them which room we’re in and said to come and find us, but without Greg.”
“Good, I said the same to Alan.”
We all made our way back to the hotel, and the lads went to their own rooms, as they wanted to make sure Greg was out for the count before leaving him. As we arrived at our room, I asked Carol what she wanted to do. She said she really wanted all three to fuck her, something I know she had fantasied about in the past. As she pointed out, it’s not like we’re ever likely to meet them again; plus, the opportunity may never present itself again.
It was some twenty-odd minutes later that we heard a faint knock on the door and let in Alan, Chris, and Martin.
I got the drinks, which were a choice of wine, vodka, or scotch, and we all sat on the bed with Chris and Martin on either side of her as we all drank, nervously chatting, and listened to the radio a bit (pretty crap stations as I recall though). It wasn’t long before the hands of Chris and Martin were making their way up the inside of Carol’s legs, underneath her dress, and into her knickers. Alan and I just watched as she turned her head to kiss one of them as they started to lift her dress up and eventually over her head, and threw it onto the chair.
Now she was kissing one as the other kissed her boobs and started to pull her knickers down; she lifted her bum to release them, and they fell to the floor. Alan got up to retrieve them and throw them next to her dress. She was now naked, and Alan moved her knees apart to get his tongue on her pussy. I was now watching my wife kiss one, have her boobs sucked by another, and her pussy eaten by a third man. Fuck, this was a hot sight.
As she broke the kiss, she told them that it wasn’t fair that she was the only one without clothes on. They didn’t take long to strip, myself included, and resume with fingers now in her pussy and a cock at her lips, which she sucked on greedily. I just played with my cock watching this unfold.
I got up from my seat and walked toward the bed where my wife lay on her back, her legs open and both feet flat on the bed. One hand was holding Alan’s cock as she fed it into her mouth and licked it up and down, like a lollipop. In her other hand, she held Martin’s cock, playing with it and his balls whilst Chris had his head buried between her thighs. His tongue and fingers on her clit and pussy were sending her wild. I stood there holding my own cock just looking at this erotic sight. I knew that Carol was close to cumming as her knees were starting to quicken their pace as they opened and closed around Chris’s head.
As she sucked and played with the two cocks, her bum started to rise off the bed, and her thighs gripped Chris’s head with ever-increasing pressure as she said, ‘I’m cuuummmiiinnnggg.’ She then fell back onto the bed, releasing Chris from her grip.
She looked at me and smiled as she then went back to sucking Alan’s cock. I could now see that Alan’s, Chris’s, and my cocks were of similar size, but Martin’s was thicker and looked longer. If true, then Carol will have what she once said she wanted, which is a cock with the thickness of John’s and the length of mine.
After a couple of breaths, she looked at Chris and just said, ‘Fuck me.’ Chris moved into position. I watched as he lay his cock on top of her pussy and slowly moved it up and down before pushing the head in an inch or so. It slowly dawned on me that I was actually watching another man’s cock enter my wife’s cunt. You have no idea how hot and erotic that is unless you’ve experienced it yourself. I knew she had fucked John, but this was the first time I’d actually seen another man’s cock enter my wife’s pussy.
Chris picked up the pace, and Carol again responded by lifting her bum off the bed, so Chris got his hands underneath and lifted her as his cock was going in and out. Chris soon got to the point when he was getting ready to cum. Carol said, ‘Fill my pussy up,’ so he pumped faster, then held her hard against him as he shot his load deep into her pussy. After he relaxed and his softening cock came out, Carol said to Alan, ‘What are you waiting for?’
He got up, and as he went to the foot of the bed, Carol turned over onto her knees to be taken doggy style. As she did so, she said to Chris, ‘That cock needs a cleaning; bring it here,’ and she took it into her mouth and started to lick the cum off him. Alan entered her easily, and he easily pushed his finger into her rosebud as Chris’s cum had run down into it, giving his fingers extra lubrication.
I could see Alan’s cock going in and out, which had me hard as a rock. Meanwhile, with Carol on her knees, she continued to play with Martin’s cock and balls.
It wasn’t long before Alan was ready to cum, and I could see his cock stiffen and pulse as he pushed into her as far as he could to deposit a second load of cum in her pussy. Fuck, was this a hot scene!
Alan withdrew, and Carol said, ‘Now I want Martin,’ and told him to lie down on his back so she could straddle him. She held his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, teasing him (and probably herself) by moving it slowly across her well-lubricated pussy lips. Then she slowly lowered herself onto him. First, she just let a couple of inches enter as she got used to his size, then she moved up and down until he was more than halfway in, until she eventually sat on him with Martin’s cock fully in her.
Carol rested for a moment whilst she got used to his size and then started to rock back and forth. They soon got into a rhythm, and Carol reached for the other two cocks to suck them alternatively. I’m sure she would have got both in her mouth if she could have done, but they weren’t exactly in the right positions on the bed.
Martin then pulled her away from the two other cocks and maneuvered her legs forward, which enabled him to sit up and open his legs so that she sank down even further onto his cock. In that position, they kissed, and she was bouncing up and down as they got increasingly into it. Martin rolled her onto her back and started to bang her pussy harder and faster. Carol, I know, had an orgasm there and then.
I went to the foot of the bed to see my wife’s pussy stretched and pummelled by Martin, and it wasn’t long before I could see Martin’s cock start to stiffen. He pushed right in as far as he could; Carol had her arms and legs around him in a vice-like grip as his body stiffened. I could see his cock starting to pulse as he shot his load into her pussy.
After they had both cum, they slowly relaxed and kissed lovingly in that post-orgasmic bliss of a feeling you get after satisfying each other. At that moment, I realised that they hadn’t been fucking but had really made love. Fuck, that was a hot erotic thought.
After a few minutes, Martin rolled off Carol, saying what a hot pussy she had and that I was lucky to be coming home to her every night. I agreed, of course!
Carol looked at Alan and Chris, whose cocks were now hard again, and asked if they were ready for round two.
Alan was straight in, and in the missionary position, they basically made love slowly and sensually, spending quite a bit of time pleasuring each other before they started to build towards a climax when they both came together. Chris was quick to take his place, and I witnessed a repeat as Carol once again showed her sensual side. They were both kissing each other, Chris playing with and kissing her tits. Carol wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as they both reached their climax, and another load was shot into her pussy.
All this time, I have just been a bystander watching from every angle I could as my wife got royally fucked by these three guys who were, to say the least, giving her multiple orgasms.
When it was Martin’s turn, she again straddled him, but before lowering herself onto him, she called me over and quietly told me she wanted me to take her arse. She now wanted all three holes filled. Before Martin entered her, I drove my cock into her very wet pussy for some lubrication, followed by my fingers to put some cum on her rosebud to help ease me in.
Carol then lowered herself onto Martin’s cock and whispered something. He used his hands to pull her arse cheeks wide so I could get my cock at her rosebud. She rode him back and forth for a few minutes before he pulled her down onto him so I could get behind her. Martin held her tight as I slowly pushed my cock past her ring and into her arse, with little resistance, as it was well cum-lubricated. If you’ve ever done this, it’s a feeling you can’t forget, as I could feel Martin’s cock through the thin wall separating us.
She then reached out to Chris and grabbed his cock, bringing it to her mouth and taking it in as deep as she could; then she grabbed Alan’s to do the same, alternating between them as she rode our 2 cocks, which were now in a nice rhythm. As she rode us faster and harder, Martin said, ‘I’m cumming.’ That set Chris off; he came all over her face just as Alan came in her mouth. Watching this, I couldn’t hold mine any longer, pushed in as far as I could go, and filled her arse with my own cum at the same time. After a few minutes (probably less in fact), we decoupled and just lay there exhausted. The lads said it was time to go, got dressed, and thanked Carol, with each of them giving her a hug and kiss before leaving.
We looked at each other, and she just said, ‘Thank you’ and bent down to clean my cock with her tongue and mouth, followed by me pulling her onto her back and fucking her again. I was still able to leave another load in her pussy. She looked down at her pussy and then at me with every expectation that I would clean her, so I put my head between her thighs and did exactly that. Then we just cuddled up and slept until morning.
The rest of the holiday was normal!
On our return, we hooked back up with John and Mary and found another couple to play with when we were away for a weekend at the coast. That story and what happened afterward are next…