"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,
creampie 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.