Tom shook her legs off his back and slid down her body, past the point where his lily-white cock (a respectable 6") was near the sopping entrance to her puss and kept going. He ended up with his tongue lapping at her labia, which were wide open, soaking wet and fully engorged. They were more than ready to receive a cock but she wasn't getting it yet. What he didn’t have at one end he made up for at the other. Gene Simmons would weep. I have never seen a tongue like it that almost unreeled and made its way over her clit, seeking it out among the well-trimmed down. After hesitating, playing, teasing and flicking it erect it headed down to her lips. He licked, sucked, took them in his mouth and pulled gently. Next thing his tongue disappeared up her puss, tongue-fucking her with gusto. Once again her heels appeared, this time behind his head, pulling it in tight to her entrance and making sure as much of his magic tongue as possible filled her. Kays hips were positively writhing in pleasure.
Meanwhile Bob, who appeared to have more self-control than Paul, was still gently thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth while Paul took over on 'nipple duty'. He'd watched Tom and knew the secret. First he gave Kays breasts a light slap, the noise as much as the sensation opening her eyes wide. She loves that. Paul then took a firm hold of her large, full breasts and held them tightly, manipulating them to get her nipples in close proximity and the his mouth descended on them, biting slightly harder than Tom had. My magnificent posh slut of a wife was enjoying the undivided attention of 3 men, who were using her to the full. Less than a minute later she came, long and hard, her back arching off the bed and her mouth coming away from Bobs cock as she moaned loudly. I think the people 3 rooms down the corridor probably heard it for what it was; a woman in ecstasy.
Toms tongue was replaced with two fingers, then three, angled up and seeking out her g-spot. These guys were real experts, a sexual tag-team. His fingers were soaked and the noises as they slide in and out were clearly audible from where I sat in the corner. Paul and Bob were having to hold her arms more firmly, Kay would have been literally thrashing around the bed otherwise. Removing his fingers, Tom stood up. "So, posh slut, I think it's time I fucked you. I am more than hard and ready to slide right in. Tell me, if we all come inside you what colour do you think the baby will be - white, brown or black? I guess it's 'Lake District Roulette' and we'll know in 9 months’ time."
Kay really gets off on that kind of talk. She loves bareback and the risk of getting pregnant. She does still ovulate sometimes so it's not beyond the realms of possibility that she could end up conceiving. Some people like the risk of being caught outdoors in a public place. She loves the risk of going home with more than just the memory of a great fuck... With that Tom stood up and moved his cock towards her labia, swollen and reeking of her musk. Her legs were reaching out yet again, wanting to 'clinch the deal'. The tip just touched her entrance, parting the ends and he slid it up and down her slit, passing it across her clit and leaving a glistening trail on her triangle of fur as he did so. Kay was whimpering in lust and desire, her head lifted up trying to see that first cock impale her. It did so without further ado. Tom swung his hips forward and he disappeared to the hilt inside her puss, balls deep.
Any further cries were silenced as Paul straddled her head, his sack resting on Kays forehead and he fed his cock back into her mouth. She was now being spit-roasted well and truly. "I'm next" he said, "make sure I'm good and hard and ready to take over once Tom has sent that first load of cum heading for your ovaries. " Kay was sucking and slobbering for all she was worth. She didn't have to work very hard at it. The fucking from Tom was moving her head back and forth along Paul’s length. His cock wasn't the largest but it was very well detailed, not an ounce of fat on it and all the veins bulging and swollen with blood. In very short order it was covered in saliva and there were squelching noises from both ends.
Bob still held her arms, but reached out to the hotel toweling dressing gown on the bedside table. He removed the waist cord and tied it round Kays wrists, securing them to the bedframe. Freeing his hands up he went into the en-suite and took the cord from the other gown where I had left it earlier. He used that to bind her 36dd breasts together so they stood up proud, her hard nipples up in the air, and they swayed back and forth as she was fucked hard by Tom. They looked so beautiful like that and I knew she was also turned on even more, if that was possible. Bob then retrieved his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and started to film the scene. Kay, lying across the bed, pinned in place by cocks in her mouth and puss. She was covered in sweat, her eyes were blazing with lust and she was fucking back for all she was worth. In what seemed like no time at all she came again.
The site of Kays bound breasts in unified motion and the feeling of her puss tightening around his cock must have been too much for Tom, he stiffened, hesitated and groaned as he emptied a load deep inside Kay. He moved his hips from side to side and pressed his cock inside her as far as it could possibly go, giving his seed a head start in the three-way race. He gently withdrew, sweat dripping from his brow and legs slightly shaky. Stepping back he motioned to the others.
Within seconds Paul had withdrawn from Kays mouth and moved swiftly round the bed. He took hold of his member and slid it home between her gaping labia without hesitation. Was he eager to fuck, making sure that Toms load didn't leak out or maybe both? I didn't know and didn't care, it was one of the horniest sights I had seen for many years. I've always loved to see of black on white, especially when my posh slut is being drilled by one. I put my glass down and got my phone out. She would want to see this afterwards. I used the zoom so I could get the details without any faces. Paul knew how to fuck, he had rhythm and style and stamina. He was no sprinter. Taking his weight on his arms, he pinned Kays legs over his shoulders and set to work with a good, steady pace that saw him give her length after length. I could see that while he didn't have the largest cock he did have the largest sack. Somewhere a prize boar was missing a pair. They hung low and pendulous and were slapping noisily against Kays bum.
Bob, still holding his phone, took Paul’s place above her head. "My turn now" he said. Feast on this and imagine what it will do to your puss..." By now Kay was beyond all sensibility and no vestiges of her normally polite nature remained. She had received a highly-skilled mind-fuck before any of them even entered her, had already experienced two colossal orgasms and looked like she was well on her way to her third. She opened as wide as she could, her tongue reaching out to lick the end and taste the pre-cum dripping from his slit. Lapping it up she greedily took his bulbous head into her mouth. He wasn't getting the same quality of action from her tongue as he did before. She was too far gone and Paul really was fucking her good. I saw those tell-tale signs you get to know in your partner just before she reached her next climax. I saw her juices flooding out around the base of Paul’s cock, showing up foamy white as he continued his rhythm.
Bob reached round and took hold of Kays nipples, grasping firmly he lifted them up so her huge breasts were on show and distended in shape. The mixture of pleasure and mild pain tipped her over the edge again and she seemed to come for ages, a multiple orgasm if ever I saw one. That had its effect on Paul. With a mighty roar he thrust home and stayed there. I could see his huge sack tighten and lift as he emptied it into her. He grasped her ankles and spread them wide, watching as his black rod slid out, covered in spunk and her juices. "Swap round Bob" he gasped, his voice strained with the effort he had just put in. "I want her to taste this 'cocktail' of ours".
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I was in luck, Kay had just started to ask if I was tired when there was a knock at the door. Saved! "I wonder who that could be, did we order anything?" I asked her as I headed quickly to answer it. Opening it, there were Tom, Paul and Bob with very large grins and a couple of bottles in hand. "We were getting on so well downstairs that we wondered if you might like a nightcap?" Before I could say anything they had invited themselves in.
Kay was surprised yet slightly taken aback. She's very good at flirting but when it comes to actually transforming words into actions she always loses her nerve somewhat. How can someone so rampant suddenly be so shy and yet be the complete slut once the ice is finally broken and the first move made? It all now depended on the boys and the fact that they had turned up was a very good sign. I reckoned they were still young enough to be full of confidence and not take no for an answer. None of them intended to leave this room with a full ball sack.
Before I had time to say anything Bob was straight over to the mini bar. "Where's the corskscrew? We've bought something to keep the evening going." He said "Ah, here we are!" Producing it with a flourish, he started to open the first bottle. Kay looked at me with a hint of alarm in her eyes; 'not three of them!' was the message they sent. I simply smiled and nodded.
Paul turned back to the door, put the 'Do not disturb' sign on the outside door handle, double locked it and closed the security latch. The message was clear; nobody was going anywhere for some time. At that moment my GILF realised that she was now going to have to deliver on the signals she had sent these three downstairs. She could be in for a long night.
Tom walked up to her and took her hand. "We had a brief chat in our room about what you said, you know, about needing some more exercise. We all thought that you would be a good workout to help us get rid of the frustrations of today." "But, but I'm a married woman...and my husband is right here and I'm not sure that would be right." she stammered. "Who do you think gave us your room number?" said Tom and took her hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. "Kay, we are all going to make use of you tonight and fill you full of our cocks."
I went and sat in the chair in the corner, Bob gave me a glass of wine and showed me a pack of condoms out of sight of Kay. I shook my head saying quietly “ You don't need those with her, she loves the buzz of relying on her age for protection so just shoot it up her until it's dripping out”
While Tom held her hand more firmly, Paul came up behind Kay and reached his arms around her waist, he started to gently kiss and lick her neck and ears. There isn't a women on the planet who doesn't enjoy that and I could see her stance start to soften. Tom took a step forward and put his lips on hers, starting to kiss her. She was still a bit hesitant and it took a few moments before I could see Tom had forced his tongue into her mouth, starting to explore her body. Her head finally tilted slightly to one side and I could see she was kissing him back. Her arms went round his neck and I knew she was theirs for the taking.
Tom winked at Paul over her shoulder and at that signal Paul's hands unclasped from her waist and moved up, feeling for her ample breasts, playfully cupping them and brushing over her nipples. After a minute or so they moved inwards, finding the buttons and blindly worked out how to undo them. One by one the buttons that Kay hadn't undone herself fell open, until there were no more left.
Now Paul nodded at Tom and as one they stepped back a half pace. Gravity did the rest and the dress fell to the floor. There was Kay, stood in her expensive lingerie, stockings and 4" heels. Her nipples were straining to break through the bra fabric, hard as nails and I could see the start of a darker patch on her gusset. The view and the prospect of what was in store had me getting harder by the second, and I could see that the same was true for the lads. The way they had collaborated told me that this wasn't the first time they had done this, oh no. I was going to get one hell of a show and Kay, well she was going to get right royally fucked. No question.
The temperature in the room already seemed to have gone up ten degrees, They were all in heat. Kay was just starting to protest when Tom stepped forward and told her to be quiet. It was too late to act the posh, respectable wife. They all knew her for the sex slut she was and they were going to take advantage of her. She put her hands up in protest but her took hold of her wrists and lifted them up over her head. She tried to struggle but he was 30 years younger and worked out.
It was no contest, she was stood with her hands over her head like a roman slave girl on the selling block, being displayed for all to see. Now it was Bob's turn to join the activities. He approached Kay from behind, took hold of her bra and undid it none-too-gently. It fell away from her breasts but was prevented from joining the skirt on the floor because her arms were still held high. I have never seen her nipples so hard or so red. She has enjoyed one or two men at a time before now, but never three. This was a new, and obviously very exciting experience for her.
