I knelt on all fours on the hotel bed, fully dressed, but with the skirt of my dress around my waist and my knickers pulled aside. Hubby knelt behind me naked, fucking me with his lovely big cock. He grunted as he came, pumping what I knew from experiece would be a huge amount of spunk. He pulled out, still hard. He rearranged my knickers, I stood and adjusted my skirt, kissed him and said; "Back soon." I took the lift to the ground floor and headed straight for the crowded bar. Several pairs of predatory eyes registered my arrival. I picked my target and walked up to him, saying sweetly; "Can I get to the bar please?" He moved aside and said; "What's your pleasure? Im buying." I leaned closely, felt for his cock and whispered; "I don't want a drink, I want a fuck." He spluttered, recovered slightly and said; "Your place or mine?" "Neither," I replied. "Follow me." I headed for the ladies with him in tow. I checked that we were alone and led him into a cubicle. I had stayed here previously and I knew that the cubicles are much bigger than usual. Each one has a handbasin, a mirror and room to move. He tried to kiss me but I was having none of it. He took a condom from his wallet, I said no to that too, saying; "No kissing, no cuddling, no condom. Just fuck me." I pulled my skirt up, turned and leaned against the handbasin. I heard him unzip. He pushed my knickers down and felt for my cunt. He muttered something about how wet I was, then his tip found my entrance. He slid in easily, blissfully unaware that he was enjoying sloppy seconds. His hands came round to feel for my tits but I pushed my arse back against him. His got the message and instead held my hips as he ploughed my wet furrow. If he had got to my tits he would have found that my nipples were like pebbles, I was very aroused, not all the wetness he was experiencing was from my husband. He gasped as he came. Very quickly, just what I wanted. He pulled out and said; "Can I buy you that drink now?" I told him that I needed to clean up, that I would join him in the bar. He went off, no doubt feeling very pleased with himself. I pulled my knickers up and headed not the the bar, but to the room where my husband was waiting. I let myself in. He was lying naked on the bed, wanking his lovely big, thick cock. Without breaking stroke, he said; "Good one?" "I think so." I replied, stepping out of my now sodden knickers. I pulled my dress back up and straddled him. He held his cock upright as I lowered myself onto it, gasping in delight as his thick meat displaced my unknown fucker's spunk. Hubby muttered his appreciation. "Good one." He declared. I scooped my tits over the top of my dress and dangled them in his face to kiss and suck, then pushed back onto his cock, kissing him on the mouth as he began to power into me. It was not long before he was pumping his second helping deep inside. I kissed him once more, then lifted off him, placing my hand over my cunt to keep as much as possible of his gift inside. I slipped on a clean pair of knickers, kissed him and went back downstairs. But not to the bar where I had my first score. This hotel was chosen because it sported three bars. It was a golf resort hotel, three courses, three bars. Even at weekends, most of the guests were male. Hoping for a hole-in-one on the course and another later, in the bar. In a matter of minutes, I was bent over in my cubicle with another lucky guy, now enjoying sloppy fourths. Again I returned to Hubby. This time he stood as I entered. His cock was already standing. In his hand, ready again. I pulled my skirt up and sat on the end of the bed with my legs dangling. Hubby peeled off my knickers, raised my legs and pushed into the swamp that was my cunt. "Better than the last one." He muttered as he hammered into me. This time he took much longer, he was tiring and he was not getting much friction from my juiced up cunt. I could hear the squelch as he drove repeatedly home and felt the cocktail of spunk running down my bum crack. He came with a roar, holding himself inside as he shot his last reserves. Panting he staggered back, then flopped onto the bed alongside me, chest heaving. "That's it," he panted. "I'm done." "One more?" I asked. He nodded. Another clean pair of knickers and I was on my way down to harvest another load. This time it took a little longer, but before long I was back in my favourite cubicle, bending forward as another stranger fed his cock into me. "Christ you're wet," he groaned. "You really needed this didn't you?" I did, but not for the reason he thought. I was merely the cum-collector. He emptied his balls into my collecting device. Again I promised to join him in the bar, but again I scurried back to my waiting husband. This time I stripped naked and lay on my back, knees raised, trying to stop the cum running out. Hubby took his place, parting my legs, feasting his eyes on the frothing mess between my thighs. Then he lowered his face to it. I jerked at the first touch of his tongue, at first tentative, then he was away, lapping at the rich, creamy mixture deposited by himself and three complete strangers. I had my first orgasm of the evening. Hubby's clever mouth coaxed my to several more until I cried enough. We fell asleep lovingly entwined in each other's arms. Satisfied. Perverse? Perhaps, but it's what we like best. Our hobby. How we got to discover our hobby is a much longer story, but if you want to hear about it, I'll write it. You know what to do.