It was Friday. I was heading back to our room for a rest and a shower.

I found Jasmine changing the beds, the door was open. I saw her smoothing the bed, my cock hardened and I stepped in behind. She stood up and I let her back into me.

“O, Sir.” Jasmine exclaimed. She turned around. “What would you like to do with that?”

“I was thinking,you.”

“Thank you Sir.”

I lifted her onto the bed and tipped her back. Her legs were open. I pushed my cock down. There was a little cream smudge.

“O Sir.” She said biting a finger as I slid into her. There was a twinkle in her eyes.

“Who was it?”

“Doug Sir. He was very good.”

“Lisa says he is.” I confirmed as I made a few thrusts, she was too far on the bed.

I stepped back.

“Oooo.” She said in disappointment.

I lifted her legs and pulled her towards me.

She made a little playful scream.

I slid back into her, with her ankles around my ears. She stretched her hands towards me. I took hold and pulled her to me. I hammered her pussy, lubed by Doug.

I realised it was not the best position to get her off, but her muscles tested my hold on her just before I came.

My hold on her relaxed, but we stayed looking at each other until she broke the spell.

“Thank you for fucking me Sir.”

I went to shower. “Sorry you have to change the sheets again.”

“It was worth it, to have you fuck me Sir.”

I was beginning to get used to that kind of statement from the flowers.

I walked out onto the balcony.

“Jasmine.”

“Yes Sir, you want me where everyone can see?”

“Another time, do you know who that is?” I was looking at a tall woman leading a man in a collar.

“That is Martin and his wife Joan. If you want to fuck him ask her, she never refuses. If you want her, ask, she normally says yes. He is more fun when he brings his mistress. His wife does not let him fuck.”

“...and his mistress?”

Jasmine smiled. “Everyone plays with them when she is here.”

“Thank you.”

“You are very welcome Sir.”

Martin was a few steps behind Joan, on a rope lead. I followed them towards the garage. There were three couples playing on the car. A man was fucking a flower against the work bench. Another fucking a flower in the office. There were five more, hoping.

As I got to the door Joan was tying Martin to a pillar. She looked at me and the five men.

A man stepped towards her and she put a hand up towards him. He stopped.

She must have seen me glance at him. “Would you like to fuck him?”

It was over a week since i fucked a man, so I said yes.

“Possition.” Joan said and tugged on the rope.

She collected lube from the lube station. She raked Martin's valley. Then she turned to me. She took pleasure in lubing my balls and cock. Her other arm was around my neck. We kissed as her hand rubbed my cock.

“Fuck him, fuck me later. You do like women?”

“More than men.”

Joan went down on all fours in front of her husband. “Come and have me.” She invited.

The first man knelt and started fucking her.

I knelt behind Martin, his hole was big before started. I slid in. Both Martin and I were watching his wife getting fucked. I had my hands on his hips banging him hard. All I was after was the pleasure of my cock spilling my load.

The first man finished with Joan.

“Come on hurry up, next.” Joan asked for the next cock.

The second man started on her. “Look at his big cock fucking me.” She told her husband.

My balls drained into Martin. Joan was cumming to the attention of the second man. I fell from her husband. I was still watching Joan take cock. She was panting.

“More, more, harder.” The man did as he was told.

He hammered her. He came with the words. “Take that bitch.” and he was gone.

“Whoever you are, stay please.” she said, looking at me, then looked at another man. “What are you waiting for?”

He did not wait, he fucked her, but was way too quick.

Joan stood up, walked to her husband. “Sniff. They fucked me.”

Martin sniffed.

“Good boy.” Joan patted her husband on the head and untied his lead. “Will you come to my room…what is your name?”

“Tony, and yes of course I will”

She led Martin towards the motel. “Your English?”

“Yes, I am”

We walked side by side with her husband trailing behind on a lead.

“Sit.” Joan told her husband.

“I better have a shower.”

Joan tied her husband's lead to the chair leg.

“Come here.” She kissed me close to her husband. “Suck his cock, you made it dirty, clean it.”

Martin started sucking on my cock. Joan ran her hand over my chest as she watched her husband suck my cock.

“Good boy.” She praised Martin.

Joan took my hand and we climbed onto the bed.

“I hope you like seconds.” Joan asked.

“The sloppier the better.” I told her as my fingers got covered in cum as I explored.

“A man who knows how to take time.”

“If I give you a good time you will ask me back.”

She came once pushing her chest against me. It was time to taste her pussy.

“You do like sloppy, O yes you do.” She came.

I kissed her giving her a taste of the men who had fucked her, letting her taste them as I slid in and fucked her. She was wet, slippery and sticky. I was adding to the loads, but I just kept going, hoping that I could give her two loads. I was getting a little desperate, hammering hard, after the first gentle delivery. We were both getting hot. She was contorting her body and I finally let go, I collapsed on her.

“You felt like two different men. Are you here for the weekend?”

“I'm here for 10 more days.” I managed to take my weight off Joan.

“I think we will do this again.” That was when she noticed her husband had cum on his belly and hand. “BAD BOY. Bad boy.”

Joan and I moved to the door and she snogged me goodbye.