Sarah leaned back against the hotel suite's king bed, her black lace dress already unzipped and hanging off one shoulder. Tom, her husband, sat in the corner armchair nursing a whiskey, his eyes locked on her. At thirty-five she still turned heads. Tonight she wanted more than one cock. Derek and Mike, both in their late thirties and built from years of gym work, stood at the foot of the bed already hard.
Show them how you suck, Tom said, voice low.
Sarah slid off the bed and onto her knees. She tugged Derek's jeans down. His cock sprang free, eight inches, thick enough that her fingers didn't close around it. The head was already slick. She wrapped her lips around it and pushed forward until her jaw stretched wide. The salty-bitter taste of pre-cum hit her tongue. She moaned around the girth. Spit ran down his shaft as she worked him deeper, gagging softly when the head bumped the back of her throat.
Mike moved closer. Sarah reached up and pulled his cock out, slightly longer, veined, curved upward. She switched, taking Mike into her mouth while her fist pumped Derek. The wet sounds filled the room: sloppy slurps, the occasional choke. Strings of spit connected her lips to both cocks when she pulled back to breathe. Fuck, you taste good, she mumbled before swallowing Derek again, cheeks hollowing.
Tom's hand was on his own cock now, stroking slowly.
Derek pulled her up and bent her over the bed. Mike climbed onto the mattress in front of her. Derek yanked her thong aside and dragged the fat head of his cock through her soaked folds. Sarah was dripping. He pushed in slow. The stretch burned in the best way, her pussy opening around that thick shaft inch by inch until his balls pressed against her clit. She gasped.
God, he's splitting me, she breathed.
Derek started thrusting, long and deep, the wet slap of skin loud. Every time he bottomed out Sarah let out a sharp little moan. Mike grabbed her hair and fed his cock back into her mouth. Now she was spit-roasted. The angle let Derek hit her G-spot with every stroke. Her walls fluttered around him.
Look at your wife taking two cocks, Derek growled at Tom. Her pussy's so fucking wet.
Sarah pulled off Mike's dick long enough to pant, Harder. Both of you. Derek obliged, slamming into her so the bed shook. Mike fucked her mouth in the same rhythm. She gagged but kept her lips sealed, sucking hard on the outstroke.
Derek pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He hooked her knees over his elbows and sank back in, angling upward so the head dragged across her front wall. Mike straddled her chest and slid his cock between her tits, fucking them while she licked at the head on every thrust. Derek's thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles.
I'm gonna come, she warned, voice hoarse.
Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic pulses, visibly rippling around Derek's shaft. Clear fluid squirted out around his cock with each contraction, soaking his balls and the sheets. She cried out, back arching. Derek didn't stop, fucking her straight through it, the wet squelching sound obscene.
Mike moved off her chest and pushed Derek aside. He hooked her legs up and pressed in, his curved cock hitting a completely different angle, the tip dragging against her front wall from below. Sarah's eyes rolled back. She heard herself making sounds she couldn't have made before tonight.
Tom stood up from the chair and walked to the bed. He stroked her hair and she looked up at him. He was hard and watching her with the focused, hungry look that always meant he was about to lose control.
My turn, he said.
Mike pulled out and Tom took his place, sliding home in one slow thrust. He knew her body like a map. Within thirty seconds she was coming again, clenching around him, her thighs shaking against his hips.
Derek finished against her stomach. Mike finished across her breasts. Tom followed, buried deep, shuddering.
AftEr, Sarah lay in the center of the wrecked bed while Tom brought her a warm towel. The other two sat on the edge, breathing hard.
Same time next month? Derek asked.
Tom looked at Sarah. She was already smiling.
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