I’d been talking to ‘Tim’ and ‘Carol’ for a few days on and off and I was convinced ‘Tim’ was gay due to his very over the top colourful cashmere jumpers and equally colourful corduroys and the way he talked in a more feminine way than my mother, he even walked like his ‘friend’ ‘carol’ (not real names of course).  On evening two, the end of a very hard day I was asked by ‘Tim’ in a very matter of fact way if I ever took advantage of being away from my husband.  I looked at him wondering where this was going when he leans forward and asks me again, in a very matter of fact way ‘would I like to take our drinks to their room for some ‘quiet time’.  A few minutes later I was in a hotel room with yet another couple I had only just met. One who I was still convinced was as gay as they come and the other, his quiet friend, shorter than me, at about 5’8” ish and I would guess a size 16 with enormous breast who I thought was rather shy.  

We continued to chat and finish our drinks when ‘Tim’ said he had to go for a shower which I thought strange but off he went whilst ‘carol’ and I chatted with no indication what was to come.

We talked about pets and how I hadn’t been able to conceive and didn’t know if I ever wanted kids anyway. We also talked about Tim and how they had got together.  She smiled and told me that they were just ‘fuck buddies’ as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

I don’t think it was 5 minutes before the door to the bathroom opens and out walks ‘Tim’, completely naked with his semi hard and pretty big cock bouncing in front of him.  He sits on the sofa situated in front of the full-length windows which were hidden by a very thin lacy curtain, ‘let's fuck’. I mean, who does that? 

I asked ‘me’? Tim replied, ‘why not’.    I looked at his ‘friend’ who just smiled at me. ‘Tim’ told me that they were fuck buddies and liked sex and could tell that I did as well, ( did I ever tell you that I’m convinced that getting into this lifestyle sends a message to people)?

 I whispered that I though he was gay, Tim over heard and giggled ‘oh fuck no, adding that he liked both’.

‘Carol and I undressed, and I slowly lowered myself onto his now fully erect and very hard cock and started to slowly ride him whilst pulling the curtains apart slightly so I could see the passing public, reminding me of the day I was fucked against the window of the very same hotel.

Carol pressed herself against my back, or more accurately, pressed her huge tits and her big hard nipples against my back whilst reaching round and offering on of my breast to her ’fuck buddy’ to suck and squeezing the other.  It was a very slow and a very quiet fuck.  I gazed out and told them of the time I was fucked against the window not far from this room.   Tim wanted to take me to the window, he asked me to let him fuck me the same way but I reminded him that we were only on the second floor and it was a sunny day, whereas it was raining and we were much higher that day.  Tim didn’t care, he said that he wanted people to watch him put himself into me, wanted people to see me sucking his cock.

I was gently bouncing on his shaft telling him that he was presumptuous, assuming I would suck his cock.  He gently pushed me back a little and looked up at me and said in a very quiet matter of fact way ‘I’m going to fuck you, then you will kneel on the floor, and I will fuck you again, I will fuck your mouth and you’ll love it.  I said ‘really’?

Tim gripped me by the throat ‘really’ he smirked and started to thrust himself upwards meeting me as I lowered myself.  Carol had stopped rubbing her breasts against my back and had come to stand to my right.  ‘Children’ she said, telling us to play nice. 

She lifted her big breast to my mouth and offered it to me with her huge nipple and as Tim returned to sucking me, I sucked his fuck buddy friend.  We stayed like that for a while, sucking and talking then sucking and fucking again.  Carol wanted me to tell them another of my stories, so I did, I told them of the couple who I let talk me into bed, pretending it was my first time. I went into detail which excited them.    

Carol sat on the sofa next to Tim and my tongue went from one mouth to the other, both of them gripped and rubbed my breasts and I did the same to hers. The three of us ran out tongues over each other’s faces and mouths and whilst Carol ran her fingers either side of Tim’s wet cock as it slid into me over and over, I slid fingers into her and made her moan.

Then it went a bit crazy.   Tim let out a very loud ‘oh fuck’ and in less than a second had almost stood up with his cock still indie me, spun round and had lay me on my back on the sofa and was fucking me hard.  I gripped him with my legs as we both climaxed, a stream of warm cum entering me before he pulled himself out and another splash hit my tits and chin.  It was Carol’s turn, she took his place and lapping his cum off me whilst we fucked and climaxed yet again.

Tim was like a man possessed. When his ‘friend ‘had finished with me Tim dragged me up by the arm, pulled me to the window and with the thin almost see-through curtains closed pushed me to my knees and thrust his still firm cock passed my lips and as promised, he fucked my mouth, gripping the back of my head.

I could barely see with tears filling my eyes from the gagging caused from his cock sliding past the roof of my mouth and down my throat.   I had to pull back to catch my breath and I glanced up to see him looking through a gap in the curtains at the people walking past whilst he continued to fuck my mouth.  

She knelt next to me and He went from me to carol and back again.

It was a ridiculous time, one of those where I think I went too far.  ‘Tim’ wasn’t the shy effeminate man I thought he was, in fact he was a bull, a bit of an animal, one that’s able to fuck and cum repeatedly and even with all my experience was mesmerised.   I Sat on the floor next to Carol whilst he turned his attention to her and they fucked, watching her huge tits bounce and sway finding myself begging him to move so I could do the same to her as he was doing.  Even when he had no more cum left, he was still hard, solid, fucking us repeatedly until none of us could take any more.      

I was exhausted, I had only had one experience before when I had been fucked so hard and for so long that all I wanted to do was sleep.

The next day was their last and whilst the first time was ‘different’, wild and dirty, a definite new experience the second was ‘strange’.   Tim fucked me on the sofa from behind with Carol kneeling next to me, so close that her arm and mine pressed against each other, close enough for her to rub her breast against me, for us both to grip and feel each other whilst Tim went from me to her and back again.

She wanted him to tell her how bad she was, and Tim gladly fucked her and called her a ‘slag’ and a ‘fucking slut’ and she loved it, that alone made her climax. He slid back into me and wanted to know what I was, I said that I was a slut as well so as he pounded me, he reminded me that I was a slut, but even that’s not why it was so weird.

With cum inside me and down my back, we rested for a few moments before I was taken to the bed and whilst Carol packed their suitcase explaining that she was leaving clothes out for the journey home, Tim and I made love.   He was gentle, laying on top of me but not putting too much pressure on me, fucking and kissing me like a loving couple whilst just feet away, his ‘girlfriend’ packed their things, still naked from the earlier shag.  I was in that state of calm that I get into during nice sex.  Calm and relaxed, the feeling of a man’s cock deep inside me, not about to climax but absolutely on my way, I was thinking about his cock and how it stretched me and filled me.  This sounds ridiculous but I remember thinking how it wasn’t the biggest cock that had been inside me but it seemed to fill me and stretch me more than the others. As he continued to gently thrust away I looked over at Carol and for some reason commented on how big her breasts were.

Tim didn’t break his stride.  He lifted his head from my shoulder and looked over ot her and told her to ‘bring them over’ for me to play with.   

Carol smiled and walked over, her tits bouncing and swaying, and she pressed one against my lips, pushing her nipple into my mouth and I sucked her.

She commented on how sensitive she was and started to moan and this seemed to excite her boyfriend and he became rougher, moaning and grunting, the sex had turned from gently love making to a fuck.   I started to cum and opened my mouth wide to groan and Carol pushed as much of her breast into my mouth as she could, and I came hard and so did Tim.  Despite the fact that he must have cum twice already he came inside me hard, a good amount of cum entering me with a loud grunt.

And then it was over. He told me to stay there, to relax whilst he helped Carol with the lest few things and I did just that,  I lay there wondering what the fuck I had become.  I was exhausted and sticky from cum and sweat, I ached between my legs from being fucked by yet another stranger.

I said that I needed to shower, and Tim laughed and pulled me out of bed and the three of us squeezed into a shower meant for one, two at the most.  We didn’t do anything, we couldn’t, we were all fucked out. Even the gay bull Tim had no more in him, but we kissed and ran our hands over each other’s wet bodies, Carols huge wet breast pressing against me and Tim’s now flaccid cock resting against my leg.   

We laughed hysterically because we couldn’t open the concertina door to get out of the shower due to the fact that the shower was full of bodies, ours.  We had closed it so must be able to open it.  We laughed as we made up stories to explain why we were all in there from, two of us came to help look for soap to, I didn’t realise anyone else was in there.  Of course, Tim started to get hard but both Carol and I said that we definitely weren’t going to fuck again.

Of course, we eventually got out and after drying each other and getting dressed and after a long kiss we went our separate ways.  I broke my rules and took their number. I haven’t called them because that ‘experience’ was bad in a good way.  Fucking for hours and being dragged around a room, not really being in control I sexciting at the time but, well you have to be careful.

I do wonder if that was the most thrilling of my experiences, but when I write them down, I tend to think that about all of them, but I think that I must have had sex with at least 50 different people and it's time to slow down. Its not as exciting as it used to be and I have to think about my husband..