Patrick and Lisa had been married for almost 3 years before they could finally afford to go on the honeymoon they had always wanted. Patrick had worked as much overtime as he could get at the sales company he worked for. He didn't really enjoy it, but it paid the bills, and in this economy, he was just happy to be working. His best friend Ken had got him the job, and he appreciated it. Ken was the sales manager, and when he had heard Patrick had lost his job, he phoned him the same day and offered him a jr position which Patrick was happy to get. Ken and Patrick had been the most unlikely of friends since they started grade 1. Patrick had been small for his age, and probably would have been picked on if he hadn't been friends with Ken. Ken was big, and had been solidly built for as long as Patrick could remember, which was all his life. Even when they reached high school, and Ken became the most popular kid in school, they remained the closest of friends.
It's not like Patrick was a total loser, he sort of floated through school, friendly with everyone, but not really in the inner circle of cool kids except when he was with Ken. School was where Patrick had originally met his wife Lisa, so it couldn't be all bad in his mind. Lisa was everything he had dreamed of. She was petite, with a fantastic body, and the softest blonde hair Patrick had ever seen. He had a crush on Lisa all through school, but it wasn't until years later after his divorce from a failed marriage that he had ran into her again and finally had his shot.
She had been living in Los Angeles, but had moved back after a failed relationship of her own. She still looked stunning, with that body that Patrick had dreamed about for years, and the same flowing blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. No one would have guessed in a million years she was pushing 40. She hadn't actually married and had no children, but seemed delighted when Patrick introduced his 2 kids to her. They had gotten married, and Patrick thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Home life was great, she was a great house keeper and cook, and without a doubt was the hottest woman at the PTA. Patrick could see how Lisa drew every eye when she walked into a room and he couldn't have been happier about it.
They had planned this trip to Mexico for a few months, and both were super excited about it, but right before Ken had separated from his wife, and was having a tough time, so Patrick's spirits were dampened a bit as he struggled to help his friend deal with it. He had no idea was he was doing when he invited Ken along to Mexico. Certainly Lisa was not impressed. She had never really liked Ken, even in high school. She thought he was a jerk, and her opinion hadn't changed over the years. She tolerated him because of Patrick, but she was seriously pissed off when she found out Patrick had invited him on their vacation.
Patrick was optomistic though that it would all be fine as the vacation started. Ken had his own room of course, so it wasn't like he was an inconvenience. He was just someone to hang out with during the day, he reasoned. Besides, Ken had a way with the girls. He would probably be off doing his own thing before long. Things were going great.
They loved the room. It was even nicer than the pictures online, and it was on the second floor overlooking a gorgeous pool. Patrick favourite part though was the shower. It was a stone sectioned off partition in the bathroom that went most of the way up, but not right to the roof. Then the designer seemed to figure out that ***** people might climb up on top of the shower wall, so they had added a steel rail along the top of it. As soon as Patrick had seen it, he had flashed back to a dirty story Lisa and him had read. In it, the girl was handcuffed in the shower in an extremely hot bondage scene that Patrick couldn't get out of his head. So much so in fact, he had went down the street to a vendor and had immediately bought two long, colorful scarfs with the intention of tieing Lisa up to the rail and living out their fantasy. To his disapointment, Lisa hadn't gone for it at all, and he ended up quite embarassed by the whole idea. Still, they were having their fun in the bed, and Patrick thought life was grand! That was when they met Harry Tonston.
Harry was one of the two young, good looking college kids that shared the room right below them. They were part of a large group of spring breakers that were there to party and blow off steam during the easter break.
Patrick and Lisa had been sitting on their balcony, when Harry swam up below them, and was about to enter his room through the balcony. Lisa and Patrick both waved to be polite and yelled down a polite hello. Harry stopped and started chatting briefly with them. He seemed friendly and outgoing, if a touch tipsy. Suddenly tired of talking up to the next balcony, he climbed the rail of his ground balcony, grabbed onto the upper balcony, and easily pull himself up and sat casually on the rail of Patrick's balcony. They chatted for a while, and even offered Harry a beer from the minibar. Patrick didn't even mind when Harry yelled down for his friend to come up for a drink. Seconds later the other young man, who was named Glen had scaled the balcony as well. Patrick was impressed by the strength and agility. Both these guys were muscular and athletic. He almost laughed at the though of himself trying to scale a balcony like that. He was probably to small to even reach it, much less pull himself up. These guys seemed really cool, and even though it was obvious, they both only really wanted to talk to Lisa, Patrick felt pretty good that she was his.
Lisa though, was getting pretty tipsy herself, and as a group, they were starting to dip into the bottle of spiced rum that was in the room, and she was starting to be a little flirty for Patrick's taste, and he thought she was staring just a little too much at harry who was still missing his shirt. He didn't get mad though, she was looking pretty *****, and he was feeling pretty hammered himself. He shouldn't have been letting these guys pour their drinks. They were obviously mixing them a lot stronger than he was used to. They didn't seem to be as ***** though, so maybe they weren't mixing theirs as strong? He was being paranoid. These boys were college frat boys. They were obviously just a lot more used to drinking than him.
Harry, finally getting a little chilled from the air conditioning, saw the discarded scarves from Patricks failed attempt at spicing things up a bit, and as a drunken lark, wrapped himself up in the scarves and paraded around the room a bit to everyone's delight. After the laughter died down, Harry asked what the scarves were for, and to Patrick's shock, Lisa told him. She must be drunker than he thought even. She didn't even tone it down a bit, or act embarassed.
“So how was that?”, Harry asked.
“We didn't do it.”, Patrick replied quickly. “She's not into that.”
“No?”, Harry asked Lisa, raising his eyebrow in surprise.
“Well I wasn't at the moment.”, Lisa clarified, which made Patrick turn and give her a curious look. He felt a tickle like a butterfly in his stomach as he saw the way Lisa was looking at Harry. The moment seemed to pass though, and even though the conversation became quite sexual, Patrick didn't think there was anything to worry about, until Harry went at sat really close to Lisa, leaning in an whispering. She was giggling and had her hand on his arm, almost absentmindedly rubbing his bicep. As Patrick watched, an almost surreal scene unfolded. He could clearly see Harry's hand on his wifes knee, then slowly trickling his fingers up her thigh, right to the edge of her very short swimsuit coverup. There they stopped, tickling, drawing small circles on the inside of her smooth, tanned thigh. She seemed even more leaned into him than before, and Patrick would have swore she spread her legs a little wider. He might have convinced himself that he was imagining it because he was so *****, but the slow smile that spread across Harry's handsome face told Patrick he wasn't imagining anything.
Glen nudged Patrick, getting his attention. “Another drink dude?” , he asked, and then without waiting for an answer went and poured another couple rums. Patrick really didn't need it. He felt really fuzzy already, but he accepted it to be polite, deciding to only sip on it. He watched through a fog as Harry wrapped the scarf around Lisa's wrists playfully, and she giggled. He drew the other end of the scarf up and over the back of head, pulling her bound wrists over her head and locking them behind her neck. She was only loosely tied, and could easily have pulled free, but to Partricks surprise, she didn't. She seemed to like it actually. Her firm breasts heaved in excitement and Patrick could see her nipples harden through the cover up. Harry and Glen noticed too. This time it was Lisa that leaned in and whispered something in Harry's ear. Patrick strained to hear. He couldn't make it out, but he did hear Harry's reply.
“Yeah? Want to give it a shot?”, he was saying to her quietly. Patrick had a sick feeling he knew what they were talking about, but couldn't accept it, until Harry stood up, and pulling her along by her loosely bound hands took her into the bathroom. Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Patrick as they rounded the corner into the bathroom, and shot him a helpless look, but Patrick wasn't stupid. She wasn't tied tight. She wanted to go. It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He started to stand up, but Glen gave him a gentle nudge back down.
“Ah, don't worry about it dude. We're just messing around.”, he said with a charming smile. He started to tell Patrick about some of the girls they had met on the beach, but all Patrick could hear was the shower being turned on, and his wife's giggling from the bathroom. Then for the longest time, all he could hear was the water running. Were they doing it in there? He tried to imagine what was happening. They must be fucking by now. He could imagine his wife, probably stripped naked, tied up in the shower, another man inside her, feeling the pussy Patrick enjoyed so much. He was shocked out of his day dream by a loud shuddering moan that he recognized as Lisa, even though he's never heard her make that noise before. Patrick knew now that his loving wife had just now had some strangers cock pushed inside her. He thought that the silence might be them fucking. Well he was wrong. Now they were fucking, and he could clearly hear her moans of pleasure through the open door. He wondered if she was playing it up a bit, either for her young stud's benefit or his. He hoped she was, but he couldn't be sure. It sure sounded real. He wanted to go put an end to it, but something stopped him. Something other than the suddenly sharp eyed Glen who had seated himself with deliberate casualness between Patrick and the bathroom. Patrick found himself curious how it would play out. She sure was moaning. Was this guy a better lover that him? It sure sounded like it. He'd never heard Lisa do that before, and it was only getting louder in there.
Glen took away any doubt. “Your wife's loving that.....”, he said with a grin. He looked longingly himself towards the open bathroom door. Lisa's moans were becoming more urgent and intense. Every so often they could hear Harry groan as well. He was obviously enjoying Lisa as much as she was him. Not long after, Harry's loud groan of pleasure filled the room, combined with a final cry of bliss from Lisa, then for a few minutes silence, which seemed weird to Patrick after what had just happened. Harry appeared in the bathroom door, wet from the shower, and totally naked. Patrick found himself staring at Harry's cock. It was soft now, but still swung heavily from side to side as he walked back into the room. He was way bigger than Patrick. No wonder she had been moaning like that. It made Patrick feel even worse that he usually felt about his below average cock. He was 5 inches, which was close to average, but thin too, which he knew from the girls he'd been with, wasn't a good quality. He had made up for his short comings with his oral skill though. He loved to eat pussy and he thought he was pretty good at it. It didn't help his cock size insecurity much though, especially looking at harry.
Harry let out a low whistle and smiled at Patrick. “Holy fuck dude! You are one lucky son of a bitch!”. Turning to Glen he said, “Come take a look man. You have to see this!”
Glen stood up, and walked to the bathroom door and peered in, letting out his own whistle of apprecation. He said something to Harry Patrick couldn't hear. Patrick stood up and walked over, peeking meekly around the corner into the bathroom.
His wife still stood tied to the rail, her arms suspended over her head, making her gorgeous firm tits stand out even more. The water ran the length of her, making her firm, tanned body glisten. Down over her perfect tits, her defined, flat stomach, and down her toned legs. She looked spectacular, and Patrick felt his cock lurch in his pants. Maybe this is going to turn out ok after all. He was already getting over Harry fucking his wife. Was he a pervert? Maybe. All he knew was that he wanted these guys to leave to he could have his turn with his wife. Instead though, to his shock, Glen turned and gave him a gentle shove out of the bathroom and closed the door in his face with a smirk. The feeling that he had been kicked in the stomach returned stronger than ever, and Patrick had to sit down before his shaking knees gave out. Both of them? Surely Lisa wouldn't let that happen. He steeled himself and moved to the bathroom door. When she yelled for help he would bust it down somehow. He wasn't scared of those 2. Even if they were twice his size. The yell never came, and when the moaning started, Patrick slid shaking to the floor, his ear pressed against the door listening to his wife getting fucked by a second man in less than an hour. He listened to the moans and the sound of wet bodies slapping together for what seemed like forever. Every now and then Harry would comment on something, and the 2 men would laugh. Finally he heard Glen's low grunts gain in power and end with a loud groan, and Patrick new that Glen had just shot his load in his wife. Patrick moved back to the chair, and tried to regain a little dignity as the door opened and they all walked out of the bathroom. Harry came out first. His cock was hard again now from watching Glen fuck Lisa. It stood out straight and thick, an impressive tool to match his toned body. Lisa was next, wrapped in a towel just like Patrick had seen her hundreds of times. Just like she hadn't just been tied up and fucked in the shower by 2 strangers. She was smiling and giggling at one of their jokes, and didn't even acknowledge him or the situation. Glen walked with her, his arm at the small of her back, guiding her towards the bed, while his hand rode under the towel firmly on her swaying ass.
Patrick prayed it was all over, but he didn't really think it was. He was right. Glen laid on his back on the bed, and Lisa, after tossing the towel aside, climbed onto the bed beside him, and started kissing him passionately. Her hand went to his soft cock and started gently massaging it back to life. Harry, his swollen cock swaying and ready to go lifted her hips off the bed and helped her into the doggy position without Glen and her ever stopping making out. Already Glen's cock was growing hard in Lisa's hand. Quite long, but a little thinner than Harry's heavy fat cock. As Harry moved into position to enter Lisa from behind, she shifted to take Glen's newly awakened cock in her mouth.
Patrick couldn't believe it. None of the 3 had even looked at him or seemed to realize he was still there, as he sat and watched his wife take on both men at the same time. She slurped away noisily on Glen's cock, eagerly sucking him deep down her throat, but temporarily stopped, still holding his cock in her mouth, when Harry started to push his thick cock into her. She moaned, the sound muffled by Glen's cock, and her body trembled in pleasure at the thick invader entering her. Muffled moans mixed regularily with the wet slurping of her sucking and Glen's groans of pleasure. Harry fucked her slow, taking his time, not distracting her from her work on Glen's cock. Her body hunched again and again as his thick cock withdrew all the way, then stretched her open time after time. Patrick could see her body getting tenser and tenser with a building pressure and need for release. Her sucking on Glen's cock was frantic now, slurps mixed in with gagging noises as she took him as deep as she could time after time. Without warning, she let out a cry of pleasure that shocked everyone in the room, and Harry's cock was squeezed out of her pussy violently accompanied with a spray of fluid.
“Nice....we have ourselves quite a little squirter here dude!”, Harry said to Glen who chuckled in agreement.
Harry stayed in position behind Lisa, but instead of re-inserting his cock, he stuck a couple fingers in her, driving downwards towards her g-spot. Lisa gasped, as her body jerked again and again in time with his roughly thrusting fingers. Over and over again, her body hunched like a coiled spring and then released a shower of cum. Her gasps of pleasure echo'd through the room. She had even stopped sucking Glen's cock to focus on the pleasure Harry was giving her. Then Harry withdrew his fingers and shoved his cock back into her hard. She cried out in pleasure, and Patrick could see even from where he was, Lisa's juices running down Harry's thighs. Harry seemed to not want to move, Lisa's contracting pussy muscles milking his cock until he let out a loud groan that matched hers and Patrick watched his muscular ass twitch as he emptied his balls into her. He moved away, sweating and breathing heavy, as Glen took his place behind her. He must have been almost about to cum when Lisa stopped sucking him, because within a dozen stokes of him into her sopping, drenched pussy he too was shooting his load inside her. They both collapsed side by side onto the bed.
Patrick looked at his wife that he loved, naked and sweating, gasping for breath, laying in bed with another man, after cumming more than he had ever seen. He knew what squirting was of course, but he had never seen her do it before. Nor seen her look as satisfied after sex either. Harry broke his train of thought.
“Hey, you should clean her.”
“What?”, Patrick asked, bewildered.
“Clean her. Clean her up. Look how hard she's been working. Help her out!”, he ordered.
Patrick moved over to her, and started helping her up. Harry cuffed him across the back of the head.
“Where the fuck do you think you're going?”
“I was going to help her to the shower.”, Patrick whined. He hated the way it sounded.
“Not the shower you idiot. Clean her here. Anyone with a little cock like yours that can keep a woman like this must know how to use their tongue. Is that true Lisa?”, he asked.
She nodded, looking at Patrick for the first time since this started, but without any real expression on her face. She simply spread her legs for him and waited. Patrick obediently moved between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and red, shiney with the combination of her juices and the cum of two men. He hesitated for only a second before he sensed Harry moving in to cuff him again, then started licking his wife's overused pussy. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, he swallowed the salty and bitter fluids while trying not to think of what it was. He lapped obediently at her pussy until she started to moan in pleasure so Harry stopped him. Already his cock was hard again. What Patrick wouldn't give to be 20 again.
“Glen looks a little dirty too.”, Harry said coldly.
“What?”, Patrick asked. Hoping upon hope he really had heard wrong.
“He said I could use some cleaning too.”, Glen answered. “Your wife has a real sloppy pussy.”
“I don't understand....”, Patrick said lamely.
“Oh for fuck sakes, you're going to make me order you aren't you?”, Glen said, grabbing Patrick roughly by one of his ears and draging him over to his cock. He hitched himself up enough to yell in Patrick's ear. “Put your fucking mouth on my cock!”
Patrick almost threw up as he took the sticky, soft cock in his mouth. He knew it really didn't taste any different than his wife's pussy, but it seemed so much worse. He gagged repeatedly as he sucked and licked at it. He felt so sick that he was sure he would puke when he began to feel in harden in his mouth.
“Dude, I will kick your fucking ass inside out if you stop....”, Glen warned when it looked like Patrick was going to sit up. “You keep sucking that cock until I tell you you can stop.”
Patrick heard Lisa giggle. He could see her watching out of the corner of his watering eyes. What must she think of him? He shut his eyes. He couldn't bear to see her watching this. The cock was fully hard now in his mouth, and he was finding it hard to take more than half of it without gagging, but Glen was forcing his head down on it, jamming his cock roughly against the back of Patrick's mouth until Patrick figured out how to open his throat so it would slid down. It still made him gag a little, but was much more comfortable than the rough jamming. Glen moaned.
“There you go. That's how you do it.”, he murmured. Patrick could hear Harry and Lisa talking about how Patrick liked sucking cock. He felt sick. He heard Lisa moan and knew from the motion of the bed beside him that Harry was fucking Lisa again. He clenched his eyes shut even tighter, hating every second of this. Or was it more that he hated them thinking he liked it? If he hated it so much, why did he just catch himself focusing on doing the little things that made Glen moan? Why was he continuing to take his long cock deep down his throat even when Glen's hand wasn't pushing on the back of his head?
The bed was starting to really shake, and Lisa's moans were loud and urgent, almost, but not quite drowning out the slapping of their bodies together.
Glen laughed, nudging Pat. “Dude! He is fucking wrecking that pussy! Take a look at your wife! Holy fuck dude – she's loving that shit!”
Pat lifted his head, which earned him a sharp whack on the top of it. “I didn't say to stop sucking. Use your fucking eyeballs!” Glen demanded. Pat obediently took Glen's hard cock back into his mouth, but tilted his head enough to look at his wife. She had her legs up on Harry's shoulders and he had folded her almost in two, and was pounding into her like a wildman, while she thrashed underneigth him moaning and gasping with every thrust. Pat couldn't take his eyes off them, and found himself becoming aroused at the display. He had almost forgotten about the cock in his mouth, and was sucking harder and harder without even realizing he was doing it. He even missed the warning groan from Glen, so he was totally unprepared for when Glen's hot load suddenly was filling his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making him gag. He tried to pull back, but Glen's hand on the back of his head ****** him to take the full load, gagging on it as he tried to swallow all of it just to get it out of his mouth. He heard Harry say something, and Lisa laughed. So did Glen. Pat just tried to keep the cum down. When Glen finally let him raise his head, Glen's softening cock slipping from his mouth, Pat notcied his wife and Harry watching him, whispering to each other. What were they saying? Apparently her husband swallowing another man's load had been a shop stopper for Lisa, because they had stopped their frantic fucking to watch, and now she just lay there, watching him and slowly stroking Harry's cock.
All four of them jumped when there was a loud knock on the door. No one moved except to look at each other. Patrick's heart was pounding almost as loud as the pounding that started on the door.
“Patrick! Open the door! Are we going for supper or what? I'm fucking starving!” It was Ken! Patrick didn't know whether to be excited or paniced. The good news was that obviously the orgy was over, but how was he going to explain all this to Ken? The pounding continued. For whatever reason, Patrick looked to Harry for a hint as to what to do. Harry just shugged and gave a slight inclination of his head towards the door. Heart pounding, Patrick slid from the bed and opened the door a crack, thinking to tell Ken they would be out in a minute. As usual though, as soon as the door was open a crack, Ken busted in.
“What the fuck man! You going to leave me standing out there all day?”, he asked as he barged in, and seemed to notice Lisa on the bed for the first time. “Oh shit, sorry Lisa!”, he said, turning away for a half a second before the rest of the scene registered in his brain and he turned back, confused. He looked slowly at the 2 young men naked on the bed beside Patrick's naked wife. “What the fuck is right! What the fuck is going on?”, he asked, looking back and forth at the 3 on the bed, and Patrick, who stood with his head down, not wanting to meet his eyes.
Harry spoke up first.
“We are all just having some fun, right Pat? Everyone's on vacation, and what happens in Mexico stays in mexico right?”
Ken couldn't seem to figure out where to look or who he was talking to, but replied, “ I don't know man...this is fucking weird. Holy shit!” He was obviously talking to Pat now. “That's your fucking wife man!! Are you ok with all this?”
Patrick's face was on fire, and he managed to only open and close his mouth a couple times, no real sound coming out. Lisa answered for him.
“Of course he is! He's having as much fun as the rest of us! He's loving it...aren't you honey?”, she asked.
Patrick managed to nod awkwardly, to which Harry immediately replied, “See! We are all consenting adults. What's the big deal?”
Ken was still shaking his head....his eyes burned into Patrick...”I don't know...it seems...”. For once Ken was at a loss for words. Patrick could feel Ken's disapointment in him hanging in the air.
This time it was Glen that jumped in. “Why don't you have a go at her?” he offered Ken.
“Yeah man...” Harry said, moving off to the side. “She's a real sweetheart.... have a go!”
This was too much. Patrick had to stop this for Lisa's sake. Lisa didn't like Ken. She thought he was an asshole. He had to stop this from going off the rails further. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Yeah Ken...”, it was Lisa that spoke first. “Do you want in on the fun?”
The world spun around Patrick and he almost fell. What the hell was happening? What was his wife doing? It was bad enough with strangers, but at least they would never see them again after this trip. Ken was his friend! Wait! That's right! Patrick thought, Ken was his BEST friend. Surely he wouldn't be into this. Lisa was after all, Patrick's wife! Maybe this awkward situation can be salvaged....
Patrick held onto hope for almost 30 seconds while Ken stood, mulling over the offer, then Patrick's hopes were dashed as Ken stepped forward to the edge of the bed.
Lisa didn't need to be told what to do. She reached out and started to unbuckle Ken's pants, pulling them down enough to free his cock. Everyone in the room gasped when Ken's cock sprang free. It was fucking huge! It drooped down over Lisa's hand, easily 8 inches of thick ropey cock and it wasn't even totally hard yet. Even Harry, who was still sitting by Lisa had to say something.
“Holy shit dude!! Nice!!”, he said with a laugh.
Patrick had seen Ken's cock before of couse at the gym and swimming pool, and knew it was big, but he had never seen it hard so he was as shocked as anyone as it continued to grow in his wife's hand.
“Oh my god....” she murmered in wonderment, as she took in the view of his massive member, stroking it slowly, and examining it like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She opened her mouth wide, guiding it into her mouth. She closed her lips, slurping noisily on the head, but it was so massive, when she tried to take more in her mouth, she gagged immediately. Ken's hand on her head encouraged her to try again, but the thick cock head immediately lodged in her throat and again she pulled away gagging.
“I'm sorry”, she started to say, but Ken laughed it off.
“It's fine. No one can do it..” he said with a chuckle. “Besides, i'm more interested in what else you have to offer...” His hand slid down to Lisa's wet pussy. “Nice and lubed up for me...this is going to be easy...”
Patrick watched in stunned silence. This had escallated so fast! It felt like only seconds had passed, and he was about to watch his wife fuck his best friend in front of 2 strangers!
Ken grabbed Lisa by the legs, and she squealed as he pulled her roughly to the side of the bed. Harry jumped out of the way. Both him and Glen watched in anticipation as Ken moved into position, that impossibly huge cock swaying in front of him. It was at least 10 inches when it was hard, and looked as thick as Lisa's wrist. Patrick couldn't look.
He suddenly felt iron hard fingers on his arm. It was Harry.
“You're going to miss the best part!” Harry whispered in his ear. “Don't you want to watch that monster destroy that sweet pussy?”
Patrick shook his head, staring at the floor. He tried to pretend he hadn't heard. He felt miserable.
Lisa had heard though, and laughed. “Make him watch!”, she ordered. “I want him to see this!”
Harry and Glen pushed Patrick over to bed and made him sit on the floor beside it. Ken's cock swung dangerously close to his face, and Patrick could hear the heavy smack of it when it slapped against his wife's glistening pussy. He wondered how much that cock weighed. He had never even thought about a cock having weight before this. Ken looked at little uncomfortable at the whole situation, but seemed to forget about Patrick the second Lisa grabbed his cock and placed it against her wet pussy lips. Her pussy had been well used to this point by both Harry and Glen, so the puffy lips easily spread to engulf the bulbous head of Ken's cock. Lisa moaned in anticipation, feeling the solidness and size that everyone else was looking at.
Previously fucked or not though, she wasn't ready for the sheer thickness of Ken's cock when he began to slowly push that thick mushroom head of his cock past the lips and inside her. Her breathing became ragged, and small gasps and squeals started to come from her lips as he worked it inside her. She had been getting fucked for hours, and she was still to tight to slide right in. Patrick watch in sick horror as Ken stretched his wifes perfect pussy out farther than Patrick imagined was possible. It took him a second to realize that despite the fact that his eyes burned with tears, his cock was rock hard in his pants.
His wife's shuddering moan of pleasure announced Ken's cock slipping in finally, even if Patrick hadn't been able to see her impaled on that massive cock right in front of his face. Ken didn't move, letting Lisa get used to his thickness, standing with only a couple inches inside her. There was still so much cock outside. Patrick couldn't belive she would take it all. Lisa started squirming, working her hips up and down, and grinding Ken's cock head around just inside the entrance of her pussy. Ken waited patiently, letting her do the work. Her fingers went to her clit, rubbing furiously and to Patrick's shock, she came seconds later. Of all the times she had come tonight, this was the hardest on Patrick. Ken had made her come with just the head of his cock. Her moans didn't stop there, as Ken started to work his massive member slowly back and forth, each time sliding just a little deeper inside Lisa. Every inch caused Patricks wife to moan a little louder, and squirm a little more on the bed, until the entire massive shaft was buried inside her, and she lay moaning and quivering on the bed. Patrick could see her nails digging into Ken's huge biceps in a way that must have been painful for him, but again he waited patiently until Lisa's heaving breasts subsided a little and she started to grind against him. Ken knew this meant she was getting comfortable with the size and was ready for more. He started with small strokes, barely moving until Lisa was letting out little gasps and rasing her hips up to meet him. Then Ken withdrew his cock almost completely. Patrick watched the glistening shaft with sick fascination as it slide out of her until only that massive bulb head remained inside Lisa. Her pussy lips stretched to the limit around it. This time, Ken pushed the entire length inside her with one fluid move. Lisa's wet pussy swallowed it again, much easier this time, and Lisa moaned in extasy, again her hips raising to meet him. Again and again Ken slid almost all the way out, then buried it again inside her. Lisa body becoming tenser with every thrust. Having seen it before just a few minutes ago, Patrick suspected what was coming. Sure enough, after a few more deep strokes, Ken had some trouble pushing his cock back into the contracting pussy, and same as before with Harry, suddenly Lisa's powerful pussy muscles squeezed Ken's cock out with a pop and a sudden gush of fluid, soaking Ken's thighs and splashing onto the marble floor. Far from shocked, Ken seemed to get turned on by this, and firmly re-inserted his cock into Lisa, and plunged it balls deep inside her, causing her to squeal in shock and pleasure.
Again and again this was repeated. Lisa's wildly spasming pussy would push Ken's cock out when it could, flooding even more of the floor. Sometimes Ken kept it ****** inside her, and she would moan wildly as she came. Patrick could clearly see the fluid leaking out around Ken's cock, soaking the sheets. He had never in his life seen anything like it, and his cock was so hard it ached painfully trapped in his shorts, and he managed to adjust it so it was sticking out the leg of his shorts. Even Harry and Glen were watching facinated with the spectacle. Ken had by now quit toying with Lisa and began to fuck her in earnest, his moans occasionally mixing with hers. Lisa's thrashing on the bed became more intense and her moans changed to cries of pleasure that filled the room.
This was all too much for Harry as well obviously, because he moved forward, cock swollen and throbbing, and gave Lisa's head a gentle tug, trying to position himself so she could take his raging cock in her mouth. Ken obliged him, swinging Lisa around on the bed easily. Handling her like a child's toy. Patrick felt a pang of disapointment that Ken had now angled Lisa on the corner of the bed, her legs away from Patrick, so he was no longer able to watch Ken fuck her close up. Instead, Patrick had a front row seat as Lisa hung her head over the edge of the bed and opened her mouth to accept Harry's cock.
Her moan's picked up where they left off as soon as Ken started fucking her again, but this time they were muffled by Harry's cock. They seemed to develop a natural rythem, Harry withdrawing his cock from her throat alowing Lisa to gasp as Ken pushed deep inside her, then alternating over and over again, Lisa's body thrashing in pleasure on the bed as the 2 men assaulted her from each end.
Suddenly Ken let out a moan and pulled out of Lisa in time for his jerking cock to bounce free, flinging streams of cum in the air to splash down all over her naked body, running in rivulets down her sides. Gasping, Ken backed up, leaning against the small desk in the corner of the room and watched Lisa continue to get face fucked by Harry. It wasn't long before Harry was groaning, and Patrick could tell from the twitching of his ass that her was cumming in Lisa's mouth. Exhausted, Harry staggered back as well, leaving Patrick's wife, breasts heaving from the experience, lying splayed across the bed.
Her eye's were closed, but soon opened and fixed on the kneeling Patrick only a couple feet away. She reached for him, drawing him close and pulling his head close for a passionate kiss. Patrick felt a surge of hope and desire as her tongue tangled with his. Too late, Patrick realized what was happening at the exact moment he felt the rush of warm, bitter fluid into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but Lisa's fingers were locked in his hair, and from the kneeling position, he didn't have the leverage to escape as Lisa spit Harry's hot, salty load into his mouth. His stomach rolled, and he gagged again and again, but Lisa kept her lips pinned to his until he was ****** to swallow it just to get rid of it. Then she released him and pulled away, rolling over into a more comfortable position on the bed and stretched languidly. Patrick could almost hear her purring in pleasure.
“Mmmm...well I think that's enough for one day boys...” she said to the other 3 men in the room. “That was fun...this will definitely be a vacation to remember...”
With a few muttered goodbyes and a few chuckles, Harry and Glen disappeared the way they came in, back over the balcony. Ken awkwardly, avoiding Patrick's gaze, searched for and found his discarded clothing.
“Not you hon...”, Lisa said to Ken. He looked up in surprise, a look on his face like he wasn't sure that she was talking to him. “You're staying...you don't mind if Patrick moves into your room do you?”
“What?!? Why do I have to leave?”, Patrick asked in surprise.
“Because you'd make us uncomfortable. Don't make it all weird”, Lisa responded cooly.
Patrick looked to Ken one last time for support, but Ken just shrugged, dropping his recently picked up clothes, and flopped down onto what used to be Patrick's bed.
Patrick stood, his cock having went down quickly with this change of events, and submissively turned to leave the room.
“Don't forget your stuff.”, Lisa reminded him absently. As Patrick started to shove his belongings roughly into his suitcase, he heard Ken call him as well. Patrick turned, hoping this was all a big joke.
“Can you bring my stuff across when you get a chance?”, Ken asked. Ken was looking at him over his shoulder, having all ready rolled towards Lisa, and his huge hands flicked lightly at her already hardening nipples. “No rush....”, he said, turning away to devote his attention to Patrick's already squirming wife.
It's not like Patrick was a total loser, he sort of floated through school, friendly with everyone, but not really in the inner circle of cool kids except when he was with Ken. School was where Patrick had originally met his wife Lisa, so it couldn't be all bad in his mind. Lisa was everything he had dreamed of. She was petite, with a fantastic body, and the softest blonde hair Patrick had ever seen. He had a crush on Lisa all through school, but it wasn't until years later after his divorce from a failed marriage that he had ran into her again and finally had his shot.
She had been living in Los Angeles, but had moved back after a failed relationship of her own. She still looked stunning, with that body that Patrick had dreamed about for years, and the same flowing blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. No one would have guessed in a million years she was pushing 40. She hadn't actually married and had no children, but seemed delighted when Patrick introduced his 2 kids to her. They had gotten married, and Patrick thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Home life was great, she was a great house keeper and cook, and without a doubt was the hottest woman at the PTA. Patrick could see how Lisa drew every eye when she walked into a room and he couldn't have been happier about it.
They had planned this trip to Mexico for a few months, and both were super excited about it, but right before Ken had separated from his wife, and was having a tough time, so Patrick's spirits were dampened a bit as he struggled to help his friend deal with it. He had no idea was he was doing when he invited Ken along to Mexico. Certainly Lisa was not impressed. She had never really liked Ken, even in high school. She thought he was a jerk, and her opinion hadn't changed over the years. She tolerated him because of Patrick, but she was seriously pissed off when she found out Patrick had invited him on their vacation.
Patrick was optomistic though that it would all be fine as the vacation started. Ken had his own room of course, so it wasn't like he was an inconvenience. He was just someone to hang out with during the day, he reasoned. Besides, Ken had a way with the girls. He would probably be off doing his own thing before long. Things were going great.
They loved the room. It was even nicer than the pictures online, and it was on the second floor overlooking a gorgeous pool. Patrick favourite part though was the shower. It was a stone sectioned off partition in the bathroom that went most of the way up, but not right to the roof. Then the designer seemed to figure out that ***** people might climb up on top of the shower wall, so they had added a steel rail along the top of it. As soon as Patrick had seen it, he had flashed back to a dirty story Lisa and him had read. In it, the girl was handcuffed in the shower in an extremely hot bondage scene that Patrick couldn't get out of his head. So much so in fact, he had went down the street to a vendor and had immediately bought two long, colorful scarfs with the intention of tieing Lisa up to the rail and living out their fantasy. To his disapointment, Lisa hadn't gone for it at all, and he ended up quite embarassed by the whole idea. Still, they were having their fun in the bed, and Patrick thought life was grand! That was when they met Harry Tonston.
Harry was one of the two young, good looking college kids that shared the room right below them. They were part of a large group of spring breakers that were there to party and blow off steam during the easter break.
Patrick and Lisa had been sitting on their balcony, when Harry swam up below them, and was about to enter his room through the balcony. Lisa and Patrick both waved to be polite and yelled down a polite hello. Harry stopped and started chatting briefly with them. He seemed friendly and outgoing, if a touch tipsy. Suddenly tired of talking up to the next balcony, he climbed the rail of his ground balcony, grabbed onto the upper balcony, and easily pull himself up and sat casually on the rail of Patrick's balcony. They chatted for a while, and even offered Harry a beer from the minibar. Patrick didn't even mind when Harry yelled down for his friend to come up for a drink. Seconds later the other young man, who was named Glen had scaled the balcony as well. Patrick was impressed by the strength and agility. Both these guys were muscular and athletic. He almost laughed at the though of himself trying to scale a balcony like that. He was probably to small to even reach it, much less pull himself up. These guys seemed really cool, and even though it was obvious, they both only really wanted to talk to Lisa, Patrick felt pretty good that she was his.
Lisa though, was getting pretty tipsy herself, and as a group, they were starting to dip into the bottle of spiced rum that was in the room, and she was starting to be a little flirty for Patrick's taste, and he thought she was staring just a little too much at harry who was still missing his shirt. He didn't get mad though, she was looking pretty *****, and he was feeling pretty hammered himself. He shouldn't have been letting these guys pour their drinks. They were obviously mixing them a lot stronger than he was used to. They didn't seem to be as ***** though, so maybe they weren't mixing theirs as strong? He was being paranoid. These boys were college frat boys. They were obviously just a lot more used to drinking than him.
Harry, finally getting a little chilled from the air conditioning, saw the discarded scarves from Patricks failed attempt at spicing things up a bit, and as a drunken lark, wrapped himself up in the scarves and paraded around the room a bit to everyone's delight. After the laughter died down, Harry asked what the scarves were for, and to Patrick's shock, Lisa told him. She must be drunker than he thought even. She didn't even tone it down a bit, or act embarassed.
“So how was that?”, Harry asked.
“We didn't do it.”, Patrick replied quickly. “She's not into that.”
“No?”, Harry asked Lisa, raising his eyebrow in surprise.
“Well I wasn't at the moment.”, Lisa clarified, which made Patrick turn and give her a curious look. He felt a tickle like a butterfly in his stomach as he saw the way Lisa was looking at Harry. The moment seemed to pass though, and even though the conversation became quite sexual, Patrick didn't think there was anything to worry about, until Harry went at sat really close to Lisa, leaning in an whispering. She was giggling and had her hand on his arm, almost absentmindedly rubbing his bicep. As Patrick watched, an almost surreal scene unfolded. He could clearly see Harry's hand on his wifes knee, then slowly trickling his fingers up her thigh, right to the edge of her very short swimsuit coverup. There they stopped, tickling, drawing small circles on the inside of her smooth, tanned thigh. She seemed even more leaned into him than before, and Patrick would have swore she spread her legs a little wider. He might have convinced himself that he was imagining it because he was so *****, but the slow smile that spread across Harry's handsome face told Patrick he wasn't imagining anything.
Glen nudged Patrick, getting his attention. “Another drink dude?” , he asked, and then without waiting for an answer went and poured another couple rums. Patrick really didn't need it. He felt really fuzzy already, but he accepted it to be polite, deciding to only sip on it. He watched through a fog as Harry wrapped the scarf around Lisa's wrists playfully, and she giggled. He drew the other end of the scarf up and over the back of head, pulling her bound wrists over her head and locking them behind her neck. She was only loosely tied, and could easily have pulled free, but to Partricks surprise, she didn't. She seemed to like it actually. Her firm breasts heaved in excitement and Patrick could see her nipples harden through the cover up. Harry and Glen noticed too. This time it was Lisa that leaned in and whispered something in Harry's ear. Patrick strained to hear. He couldn't make it out, but he did hear Harry's reply.
“Yeah? Want to give it a shot?”, he was saying to her quietly. Patrick had a sick feeling he knew what they were talking about, but couldn't accept it, until Harry stood up, and pulling her along by her loosely bound hands took her into the bathroom. Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Patrick as they rounded the corner into the bathroom, and shot him a helpless look, but Patrick wasn't stupid. She wasn't tied tight. She wanted to go. It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He started to stand up, but Glen gave him a gentle nudge back down.
“Ah, don't worry about it dude. We're just messing around.”, he said with a charming smile. He started to tell Patrick about some of the girls they had met on the beach, but all Patrick could hear was the shower being turned on, and his wife's giggling from the bathroom. Then for the longest time, all he could hear was the water running. Were they doing it in there? He tried to imagine what was happening. They must be fucking by now. He could imagine his wife, probably stripped naked, tied up in the shower, another man inside her, feeling the pussy Patrick enjoyed so much. He was shocked out of his day dream by a loud shuddering moan that he recognized as Lisa, even though he's never heard her make that noise before. Patrick knew now that his loving wife had just now had some strangers cock pushed inside her. He thought that the silence might be them fucking. Well he was wrong. Now they were fucking, and he could clearly hear her moans of pleasure through the open door. He wondered if she was playing it up a bit, either for her young stud's benefit or his. He hoped she was, but he couldn't be sure. It sure sounded real. He wanted to go put an end to it, but something stopped him. Something other than the suddenly sharp eyed Glen who had seated himself with deliberate casualness between Patrick and the bathroom. Patrick found himself curious how it would play out. She sure was moaning. Was this guy a better lover that him? It sure sounded like it. He'd never heard Lisa do that before, and it was only getting louder in there.
Glen took away any doubt. “Your wife's loving that.....”, he said with a grin. He looked longingly himself towards the open bathroom door. Lisa's moans were becoming more urgent and intense. Every so often they could hear Harry groan as well. He was obviously enjoying Lisa as much as she was him. Not long after, Harry's loud groan of pleasure filled the room, combined with a final cry of bliss from Lisa, then for a few minutes silence, which seemed weird to Patrick after what had just happened. Harry appeared in the bathroom door, wet from the shower, and totally naked. Patrick found himself staring at Harry's cock. It was soft now, but still swung heavily from side to side as he walked back into the room. He was way bigger than Patrick. No wonder she had been moaning like that. It made Patrick feel even worse that he usually felt about his below average cock. He was 5 inches, which was close to average, but thin too, which he knew from the girls he'd been with, wasn't a good quality. He had made up for his short comings with his oral skill though. He loved to eat pussy and he thought he was pretty good at it. It didn't help his cock size insecurity much though, especially looking at harry.
Harry let out a low whistle and smiled at Patrick. “Holy fuck dude! You are one lucky son of a bitch!”. Turning to Glen he said, “Come take a look man. You have to see this!”
Glen stood up, and walked to the bathroom door and peered in, letting out his own whistle of apprecation. He said something to Harry Patrick couldn't hear. Patrick stood up and walked over, peeking meekly around the corner into the bathroom.
His wife still stood tied to the rail, her arms suspended over her head, making her gorgeous firm tits stand out even more. The water ran the length of her, making her firm, tanned body glisten. Down over her perfect tits, her defined, flat stomach, and down her toned legs. She looked spectacular, and Patrick felt his cock lurch in his pants. Maybe this is going to turn out ok after all. He was already getting over Harry fucking his wife. Was he a pervert? Maybe. All he knew was that he wanted these guys to leave to he could have his turn with his wife. Instead though, to his shock, Glen turned and gave him a gentle shove out of the bathroom and closed the door in his face with a smirk. The feeling that he had been kicked in the stomach returned stronger than ever, and Patrick had to sit down before his shaking knees gave out. Both of them? Surely Lisa wouldn't let that happen. He steeled himself and moved to the bathroom door. When she yelled for help he would bust it down somehow. He wasn't scared of those 2. Even if they were twice his size. The yell never came, and when the moaning started, Patrick slid shaking to the floor, his ear pressed against the door listening to his wife getting fucked by a second man in less than an hour. He listened to the moans and the sound of wet bodies slapping together for what seemed like forever. Every now and then Harry would comment on something, and the 2 men would laugh. Finally he heard Glen's low grunts gain in power and end with a loud groan, and Patrick new that Glen had just shot his load in his wife. Patrick moved back to the chair, and tried to regain a little dignity as the door opened and they all walked out of the bathroom. Harry came out first. His cock was hard again now from watching Glen fuck Lisa. It stood out straight and thick, an impressive tool to match his toned body. Lisa was next, wrapped in a towel just like Patrick had seen her hundreds of times. Just like she hadn't just been tied up and fucked in the shower by 2 strangers. She was smiling and giggling at one of their jokes, and didn't even acknowledge him or the situation. Glen walked with her, his arm at the small of her back, guiding her towards the bed, while his hand rode under the towel firmly on her swaying ass.
Patrick prayed it was all over, but he didn't really think it was. He was right. Glen laid on his back on the bed, and Lisa, after tossing the towel aside, climbed onto the bed beside him, and started kissing him passionately. Her hand went to his soft cock and started gently massaging it back to life. Harry, his swollen cock swaying and ready to go lifted her hips off the bed and helped her into the doggy position without Glen and her ever stopping making out. Already Glen's cock was growing hard in Lisa's hand. Quite long, but a little thinner than Harry's heavy fat cock. As Harry moved into position to enter Lisa from behind, she shifted to take Glen's newly awakened cock in her mouth.
Patrick couldn't believe it. None of the 3 had even looked at him or seemed to realize he was still there, as he sat and watched his wife take on both men at the same time. She slurped away noisily on Glen's cock, eagerly sucking him deep down her throat, but temporarily stopped, still holding his cock in her mouth, when Harry started to push his thick cock into her. She moaned, the sound muffled by Glen's cock, and her body trembled in pleasure at the thick invader entering her. Muffled moans mixed regularily with the wet slurping of her sucking and Glen's groans of pleasure. Harry fucked her slow, taking his time, not distracting her from her work on Glen's cock. Her body hunched again and again as his thick cock withdrew all the way, then stretched her open time after time. Patrick could see her body getting tenser and tenser with a building pressure and need for release. Her sucking on Glen's cock was frantic now, slurps mixed in with gagging noises as she took him as deep as she could time after time. Without warning, she let out a cry of pleasure that shocked everyone in the room, and Harry's cock was squeezed out of her pussy violently accompanied with a spray of fluid.
“Nice....we have ourselves quite a little squirter here dude!”, Harry said to Glen who chuckled in agreement.
Harry stayed in position behind Lisa, but instead of re-inserting his cock, he stuck a couple fingers in her, driving downwards towards her g-spot. Lisa gasped, as her body jerked again and again in time with his roughly thrusting fingers. Over and over again, her body hunched like a coiled spring and then released a shower of cum. Her gasps of pleasure echo'd through the room. She had even stopped sucking Glen's cock to focus on the pleasure Harry was giving her. Then Harry withdrew his fingers and shoved his cock back into her hard. She cried out in pleasure, and Patrick could see even from where he was, Lisa's juices running down Harry's thighs. Harry seemed to not want to move, Lisa's contracting pussy muscles milking his cock until he let out a loud groan that matched hers and Patrick watched his muscular ass twitch as he emptied his balls into her. He moved away, sweating and breathing heavy, as Glen took his place behind her. He must have been almost about to cum when Lisa stopped sucking him, because within a dozen stokes of him into her sopping, drenched pussy he too was shooting his load inside her. They both collapsed side by side onto the bed.
Patrick looked at his wife that he loved, naked and sweating, gasping for breath, laying in bed with another man, after cumming more than he had ever seen. He knew what squirting was of course, but he had never seen her do it before. Nor seen her look as satisfied after sex either. Harry broke his train of thought.
“Hey, you should clean her.”
“What?”, Patrick asked, bewildered.
“Clean her. Clean her up. Look how hard she's been working. Help her out!”, he ordered.
Patrick moved over to her, and started helping her up. Harry cuffed him across the back of the head.
“Where the fuck do you think you're going?”
“I was going to help her to the shower.”, Patrick whined. He hated the way it sounded.
“Not the shower you idiot. Clean her here. Anyone with a little cock like yours that can keep a woman like this must know how to use their tongue. Is that true Lisa?”, he asked.
She nodded, looking at Patrick for the first time since this started, but without any real expression on her face. She simply spread her legs for him and waited. Patrick obediently moved between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and red, shiney with the combination of her juices and the cum of two men. He hesitated for only a second before he sensed Harry moving in to cuff him again, then started licking his wife's overused pussy. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, he swallowed the salty and bitter fluids while trying not to think of what it was. He lapped obediently at her pussy until she started to moan in pleasure so Harry stopped him. Already his cock was hard again. What Patrick wouldn't give to be 20 again.
“Glen looks a little dirty too.”, Harry said coldly.
“What?”, Patrick asked. Hoping upon hope he really had heard wrong.
“He said I could use some cleaning too.”, Glen answered. “Your wife has a real sloppy pussy.”
“I don't understand....”, Patrick said lamely.
“Oh for fuck sakes, you're going to make me order you aren't you?”, Glen said, grabbing Patrick roughly by one of his ears and draging him over to his cock. He hitched himself up enough to yell in Patrick's ear. “Put your fucking mouth on my cock!”
Patrick almost threw up as he took the sticky, soft cock in his mouth. He knew it really didn't taste any different than his wife's pussy, but it seemed so much worse. He gagged repeatedly as he sucked and licked at it. He felt so sick that he was sure he would puke when he began to feel in harden in his mouth.
“Dude, I will kick your fucking ass inside out if you stop....”, Glen warned when it looked like Patrick was going to sit up. “You keep sucking that cock until I tell you you can stop.”
Patrick heard Lisa giggle. He could see her watching out of the corner of his watering eyes. What must she think of him? He shut his eyes. He couldn't bear to see her watching this. The cock was fully hard now in his mouth, and he was finding it hard to take more than half of it without gagging, but Glen was forcing his head down on it, jamming his cock roughly against the back of Patrick's mouth until Patrick figured out how to open his throat so it would slid down. It still made him gag a little, but was much more comfortable than the rough jamming. Glen moaned.
“There you go. That's how you do it.”, he murmured. Patrick could hear Harry and Lisa talking about how Patrick liked sucking cock. He felt sick. He heard Lisa moan and knew from the motion of the bed beside him that Harry was fucking Lisa again. He clenched his eyes shut even tighter, hating every second of this. Or was it more that he hated them thinking he liked it? If he hated it so much, why did he just catch himself focusing on doing the little things that made Glen moan? Why was he continuing to take his long cock deep down his throat even when Glen's hand wasn't pushing on the back of his head?
The bed was starting to really shake, and Lisa's moans were loud and urgent, almost, but not quite drowning out the slapping of their bodies together.
Glen laughed, nudging Pat. “Dude! He is fucking wrecking that pussy! Take a look at your wife! Holy fuck dude – she's loving that shit!”
Pat lifted his head, which earned him a sharp whack on the top of it. “I didn't say to stop sucking. Use your fucking eyeballs!” Glen demanded. Pat obediently took Glen's hard cock back into his mouth, but tilted his head enough to look at his wife. She had her legs up on Harry's shoulders and he had folded her almost in two, and was pounding into her like a wildman, while she thrashed underneigth him moaning and gasping with every thrust. Pat couldn't take his eyes off them, and found himself becoming aroused at the display. He had almost forgotten about the cock in his mouth, and was sucking harder and harder without even realizing he was doing it. He even missed the warning groan from Glen, so he was totally unprepared for when Glen's hot load suddenly was filling his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making him gag. He tried to pull back, but Glen's hand on the back of his head ****** him to take the full load, gagging on it as he tried to swallow all of it just to get it out of his mouth. He heard Harry say something, and Lisa laughed. So did Glen. Pat just tried to keep the cum down. When Glen finally let him raise his head, Glen's softening cock slipping from his mouth, Pat notcied his wife and Harry watching him, whispering to each other. What were they saying? Apparently her husband swallowing another man's load had been a shop stopper for Lisa, because they had stopped their frantic fucking to watch, and now she just lay there, watching him and slowly stroking Harry's cock.
All four of them jumped when there was a loud knock on the door. No one moved except to look at each other. Patrick's heart was pounding almost as loud as the pounding that started on the door.
“Patrick! Open the door! Are we going for supper or what? I'm fucking starving!” It was Ken! Patrick didn't know whether to be excited or paniced. The good news was that obviously the orgy was over, but how was he going to explain all this to Ken? The pounding continued. For whatever reason, Patrick looked to Harry for a hint as to what to do. Harry just shugged and gave a slight inclination of his head towards the door. Heart pounding, Patrick slid from the bed and opened the door a crack, thinking to tell Ken they would be out in a minute. As usual though, as soon as the door was open a crack, Ken busted in.
“What the fuck man! You going to leave me standing out there all day?”, he asked as he barged in, and seemed to notice Lisa on the bed for the first time. “Oh shit, sorry Lisa!”, he said, turning away for a half a second before the rest of the scene registered in his brain and he turned back, confused. He looked slowly at the 2 young men naked on the bed beside Patrick's naked wife. “What the fuck is right! What the fuck is going on?”, he asked, looking back and forth at the 3 on the bed, and Patrick, who stood with his head down, not wanting to meet his eyes.
Harry spoke up first.
“We are all just having some fun, right Pat? Everyone's on vacation, and what happens in Mexico stays in mexico right?”
Ken couldn't seem to figure out where to look or who he was talking to, but replied, “ I don't know man...this is fucking weird. Holy shit!” He was obviously talking to Pat now. “That's your fucking wife man!! Are you ok with all this?”
Patrick's face was on fire, and he managed to only open and close his mouth a couple times, no real sound coming out. Lisa answered for him.
“Of course he is! He's having as much fun as the rest of us! He's loving it...aren't you honey?”, she asked.
Patrick managed to nod awkwardly, to which Harry immediately replied, “See! We are all consenting adults. What's the big deal?”
Ken was still shaking his head....his eyes burned into Patrick...”I don't know...it seems...”. For once Ken was at a loss for words. Patrick could feel Ken's disapointment in him hanging in the air.
This time it was Glen that jumped in. “Why don't you have a go at her?” he offered Ken.
“Yeah man...” Harry said, moving off to the side. “She's a real sweetheart.... have a go!”
This was too much. Patrick had to stop this for Lisa's sake. Lisa didn't like Ken. She thought he was an asshole. He had to stop this from going off the rails further. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Yeah Ken...”, it was Lisa that spoke first. “Do you want in on the fun?”
The world spun around Patrick and he almost fell. What the hell was happening? What was his wife doing? It was bad enough with strangers, but at least they would never see them again after this trip. Ken was his friend! Wait! That's right! Patrick thought, Ken was his BEST friend. Surely he wouldn't be into this. Lisa was after all, Patrick's wife! Maybe this awkward situation can be salvaged....
Patrick held onto hope for almost 30 seconds while Ken stood, mulling over the offer, then Patrick's hopes were dashed as Ken stepped forward to the edge of the bed.
Lisa didn't need to be told what to do. She reached out and started to unbuckle Ken's pants, pulling them down enough to free his cock. Everyone in the room gasped when Ken's cock sprang free. It was fucking huge! It drooped down over Lisa's hand, easily 8 inches of thick ropey cock and it wasn't even totally hard yet. Even Harry, who was still sitting by Lisa had to say something.
“Holy shit dude!! Nice!!”, he said with a laugh.
Patrick had seen Ken's cock before of couse at the gym and swimming pool, and knew it was big, but he had never seen it hard so he was as shocked as anyone as it continued to grow in his wife's hand.
“Oh my god....” she murmered in wonderment, as she took in the view of his massive member, stroking it slowly, and examining it like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She opened her mouth wide, guiding it into her mouth. She closed her lips, slurping noisily on the head, but it was so massive, when she tried to take more in her mouth, she gagged immediately. Ken's hand on her head encouraged her to try again, but the thick cock head immediately lodged in her throat and again she pulled away gagging.
“I'm sorry”, she started to say, but Ken laughed it off.
“It's fine. No one can do it..” he said with a chuckle. “Besides, i'm more interested in what else you have to offer...” His hand slid down to Lisa's wet pussy. “Nice and lubed up for me...this is going to be easy...”
Patrick watched in stunned silence. This had escallated so fast! It felt like only seconds had passed, and he was about to watch his wife fuck his best friend in front of 2 strangers!
Ken grabbed Lisa by the legs, and she squealed as he pulled her roughly to the side of the bed. Harry jumped out of the way. Both him and Glen watched in anticipation as Ken moved into position, that impossibly huge cock swaying in front of him. It was at least 10 inches when it was hard, and looked as thick as Lisa's wrist. Patrick couldn't look.
He suddenly felt iron hard fingers on his arm. It was Harry.
“You're going to miss the best part!” Harry whispered in his ear. “Don't you want to watch that monster destroy that sweet pussy?”
Patrick shook his head, staring at the floor. He tried to pretend he hadn't heard. He felt miserable.
Lisa had heard though, and laughed. “Make him watch!”, she ordered. “I want him to see this!”
Harry and Glen pushed Patrick over to bed and made him sit on the floor beside it. Ken's cock swung dangerously close to his face, and Patrick could hear the heavy smack of it when it slapped against his wife's glistening pussy. He wondered how much that cock weighed. He had never even thought about a cock having weight before this. Ken looked at little uncomfortable at the whole situation, but seemed to forget about Patrick the second Lisa grabbed his cock and placed it against her wet pussy lips. Her pussy had been well used to this point by both Harry and Glen, so the puffy lips easily spread to engulf the bulbous head of Ken's cock. Lisa moaned in anticipation, feeling the solidness and size that everyone else was looking at.
Previously fucked or not though, she wasn't ready for the sheer thickness of Ken's cock when he began to slowly push that thick mushroom head of his cock past the lips and inside her. Her breathing became ragged, and small gasps and squeals started to come from her lips as he worked it inside her. She had been getting fucked for hours, and she was still to tight to slide right in. Patrick watch in sick horror as Ken stretched his wifes perfect pussy out farther than Patrick imagined was possible. It took him a second to realize that despite the fact that his eyes burned with tears, his cock was rock hard in his pants.
His wife's shuddering moan of pleasure announced Ken's cock slipping in finally, even if Patrick hadn't been able to see her impaled on that massive cock right in front of his face. Ken didn't move, letting Lisa get used to his thickness, standing with only a couple inches inside her. There was still so much cock outside. Patrick couldn't belive she would take it all. Lisa started squirming, working her hips up and down, and grinding Ken's cock head around just inside the entrance of her pussy. Ken waited patiently, letting her do the work. Her fingers went to her clit, rubbing furiously and to Patrick's shock, she came seconds later. Of all the times she had come tonight, this was the hardest on Patrick. Ken had made her come with just the head of his cock. Her moans didn't stop there, as Ken started to work his massive member slowly back and forth, each time sliding just a little deeper inside Lisa. Every inch caused Patricks wife to moan a little louder, and squirm a little more on the bed, until the entire massive shaft was buried inside her, and she lay moaning and quivering on the bed. Patrick could see her nails digging into Ken's huge biceps in a way that must have been painful for him, but again he waited patiently until Lisa's heaving breasts subsided a little and she started to grind against him. Ken knew this meant she was getting comfortable with the size and was ready for more. He started with small strokes, barely moving until Lisa was letting out little gasps and rasing her hips up to meet him. Then Ken withdrew his cock almost completely. Patrick watched the glistening shaft with sick fascination as it slide out of her until only that massive bulb head remained inside Lisa. Her pussy lips stretched to the limit around it. This time, Ken pushed the entire length inside her with one fluid move. Lisa's wet pussy swallowed it again, much easier this time, and Lisa moaned in extasy, again her hips raising to meet him. Again and again Ken slid almost all the way out, then buried it again inside her. Lisa body becoming tenser with every thrust. Having seen it before just a few minutes ago, Patrick suspected what was coming. Sure enough, after a few more deep strokes, Ken had some trouble pushing his cock back into the contracting pussy, and same as before with Harry, suddenly Lisa's powerful pussy muscles squeezed Ken's cock out with a pop and a sudden gush of fluid, soaking Ken's thighs and splashing onto the marble floor. Far from shocked, Ken seemed to get turned on by this, and firmly re-inserted his cock into Lisa, and plunged it balls deep inside her, causing her to squeal in shock and pleasure.
Again and again this was repeated. Lisa's wildly spasming pussy would push Ken's cock out when it could, flooding even more of the floor. Sometimes Ken kept it ****** inside her, and she would moan wildly as she came. Patrick could clearly see the fluid leaking out around Ken's cock, soaking the sheets. He had never in his life seen anything like it, and his cock was so hard it ached painfully trapped in his shorts, and he managed to adjust it so it was sticking out the leg of his shorts. Even Harry and Glen were watching facinated with the spectacle. Ken had by now quit toying with Lisa and began to fuck her in earnest, his moans occasionally mixing with hers. Lisa's thrashing on the bed became more intense and her moans changed to cries of pleasure that filled the room.
This was all too much for Harry as well obviously, because he moved forward, cock swollen and throbbing, and gave Lisa's head a gentle tug, trying to position himself so she could take his raging cock in her mouth. Ken obliged him, swinging Lisa around on the bed easily. Handling her like a child's toy. Patrick felt a pang of disapointment that Ken had now angled Lisa on the corner of the bed, her legs away from Patrick, so he was no longer able to watch Ken fuck her close up. Instead, Patrick had a front row seat as Lisa hung her head over the edge of the bed and opened her mouth to accept Harry's cock.
Her moan's picked up where they left off as soon as Ken started fucking her again, but this time they were muffled by Harry's cock. They seemed to develop a natural rythem, Harry withdrawing his cock from her throat alowing Lisa to gasp as Ken pushed deep inside her, then alternating over and over again, Lisa's body thrashing in pleasure on the bed as the 2 men assaulted her from each end.
Suddenly Ken let out a moan and pulled out of Lisa in time for his jerking cock to bounce free, flinging streams of cum in the air to splash down all over her naked body, running in rivulets down her sides. Gasping, Ken backed up, leaning against the small desk in the corner of the room and watched Lisa continue to get face fucked by Harry. It wasn't long before Harry was groaning, and Patrick could tell from the twitching of his ass that her was cumming in Lisa's mouth. Exhausted, Harry staggered back as well, leaving Patrick's wife, breasts heaving from the experience, lying splayed across the bed.
Her eye's were closed, but soon opened and fixed on the kneeling Patrick only a couple feet away. She reached for him, drawing him close and pulling his head close for a passionate kiss. Patrick felt a surge of hope and desire as her tongue tangled with his. Too late, Patrick realized what was happening at the exact moment he felt the rush of warm, bitter fluid into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but Lisa's fingers were locked in his hair, and from the kneeling position, he didn't have the leverage to escape as Lisa spit Harry's hot, salty load into his mouth. His stomach rolled, and he gagged again and again, but Lisa kept her lips pinned to his until he was ****** to swallow it just to get rid of it. Then she released him and pulled away, rolling over into a more comfortable position on the bed and stretched languidly. Patrick could almost hear her purring in pleasure.
“Mmmm...well I think that's enough for one day boys...” she said to the other 3 men in the room. “That was fun...this will definitely be a vacation to remember...”
With a few muttered goodbyes and a few chuckles, Harry and Glen disappeared the way they came in, back over the balcony. Ken awkwardly, avoiding Patrick's gaze, searched for and found his discarded clothing.
“Not you hon...”, Lisa said to Ken. He looked up in surprise, a look on his face like he wasn't sure that she was talking to him. “You're staying...you don't mind if Patrick moves into your room do you?”
“What?!? Why do I have to leave?”, Patrick asked in surprise.
“Because you'd make us uncomfortable. Don't make it all weird”, Lisa responded cooly.
Patrick looked to Ken one last time for support, but Ken just shrugged, dropping his recently picked up clothes, and flopped down onto what used to be Patrick's bed.
Patrick stood, his cock having went down quickly with this change of events, and submissively turned to leave the room.
“Don't forget your stuff.”, Lisa reminded him absently. As Patrick started to shove his belongings roughly into his suitcase, he heard Ken call him as well. Patrick turned, hoping this was all a big joke.
“Can you bring my stuff across when you get a chance?”, Ken asked. Ken was looking at him over his shoulder, having all ready rolled towards Lisa, and his huge hands flicked lightly at her already hardening nipples. “No rush....”, he said, turning away to devote his attention to Patrick's already squirming wife.
