Sarah, 38, had been craving this all week. Her husband Mike sat in the armchair across the hotel suite, whiskey in hand, watching as she stripped out of her black dress. Alex, 35, and Ben, 36, stood naked already, their cocks half-hard and heavy. "Get on your knees, baby," Mike said, voice low. "Show them what that mouth can do."
Sarah dropped, the carpet rough on her knees. She wrapped her fingers around both shafts first, feeling the heat and weight. Alex was thicker, the head already glistening. She leaned in and licked a slow stripe up his length, tasting salt and skin, then opened wide and took him in. Her jaw ached immediately as she pushed past the ridge, lips sealing tight around the girth. She gagged softly when the head hit the back of her throat, spit already dripping down her chin. Ben's hand fisted in her hair, guiding her. "That's it, slut. Choke on it."
She pulled off Alex with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then turned and swallowed Ben. He was longer, and she had to relax her throat to take the last two inches. Her eyes watered as she bobbed, slurping loudly, the obscene sounds filling the room. Mike groaned from the chair. "Fuck, look at her. She's dripping."
Alex reached down and slid two fingers between her thighs. She was soaked, clit swollen. He rubbed tight circles while she sucked Ben, then pushed the fingers inside her, curling against her front wall. Sarah moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibration making Ben thrust deeper. Alex finger-fucked her steadily, thumb on her clit, building the pressure until her hips rocked back against his hand.
"Turn around," Ben ordered. Sarah spun on her knees. Alex lay back on the bed; she climbed over him in 69, lowering her pussy onto his mouth while she took his cock again. Alex's tongue was relentless—flat, broad strokes over her clit, then pointed and flicking fast. Two fingers sank into her, pumping in rhythm with his tongue. Sarah's thighs shook. She gagged on Alex's cock again, spit running down his balls, while Ben moved behind her and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.
He didn't ease in. Ben grabbed her hips and shoved forward in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sarah cried out around Alex's cock, the stretch burning sweet and deep. Her pussy clenched hard around the sudden fullness. Ben started fucking her immediately, hard and steady, the slap of skin loud. Every thrust pushed her forward onto Alex's tongue and fingers. Alex kept licking, sucking her clit between his lips, scissoring his fingers inside her alongside the pounding cock.
"God, she's tight," Ben grunted. "Gripping me like she hasn't been fucked in months." Mike's voice cut in from the chair. "She hasn't. Not like this. Wreck her."
Sarah pulled off Alex's cock long enough to gasp, "Harder. Both of you." Alex shifted, sliding out from under her. Ben pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Alex pushed her thighs wide and drove in, bottoming out in one stroke. The angle hit her G-spot perfectly. He fucked her in long, grinding strokes, pubic bone rubbing her clit on every downstroke. Ben moved to her head, feeding his cock back into her mouth. She took him upside down, throat open, while Alex pounded her pussy. The spit roast was relentless—Alex's cock stretching her walls, Ben's length sliding over her tongue, the wet sounds of both holes being used filling the room.
Alex hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned in, folding her nearly in half. The new angle made her scream around Ben's cock. Her pussy fluttered, then locked down in hard pulses as she came, juices squirting around Alex's shaft. Her whole body shook, nipples tight, toes curling. Alex didn't stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own orgasm. "Gonna fill this married cunt," he growled, and Mike made a low sound of approval from across the room.
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