0 comments/ 50128 views/ 0 favorites Sarah Likes Unbelievable Trip By: BradSarah Shooting my load inside her ass was the sweetest thing I had ever experienced with her and now I regularly lance her in both holes, although it tends to be after a few drinks that she loosens up! Anyway, at the beginning of June we headed off again on a seven day break. We wish it could have been longer but work didn't allow it. This was normal for us and we have a couple of shorter breaks every year, sometimes more if we can manage it. This time we flew to Portugal and hired a motor home, choosing not to book hotels, but instead traveling around and seeing as much of the country as possible. I love taking Sarah away to hot destinations as it meant she revealed more of her 'fuck-me-now' body. She's the type of pretty girl you see on the street and think about punishing her, rather than loving her. This is because she has pert little tits and a round ass that looks like it was built for sex. She has still kept her straight black hair to her shoulders and tans nicely on holiday. We arrived at our destination in the afternoon and hit the road shortly after. We both knew what happened on our last trip away and openly admitted that we'd see what happened this time. I reckon you've worked out that this is why I'm writing this now! The Algarve area is stunning and, in places, deserted, so it was a wonderful first day of driving up hills and through valleys. Sarah was wearing a short white dress, no bra and nice white thong panties. In fact, I picked her clothes as she changed in the back of the vehicle. Our first night sleep was beautiful, with a short sex session to boot, cut short by the fact that we were tired and just wanted to cum and get our heads down for the night. We spent our second day on a quiet beach, hitting it before midday and soaking up the sun. After a few hours, Sarah was lying topless, in a dream world, eyes closed and shimmering in the heat. This just made me horny, looking at her and two blondes, in particular, who were semi-naked just twenty feet away. My growing cock made it awkward to relax so I decided to have some fun and to test Sarah's adventurous side. I headed to a nearby ice cream stall, about seventy yards from Sarah and sat around until I managed to strike up a conversation with somebody who spoke English. His name was Manni and he was actually from the area. He told me he spent most of his time at the beach as it was easier to get lucky with tourists than it was the local women, as they were all out fucking the tourists as well! We got on well and, after a while, I pointed towards my wife in the distance. He commented that I had no need to worry about pulling with ''that body'' to deal with. I laughed and said that maybe a bit of fun would be on the cards. I wasn't sure how to ask him this, but thought I might as well just go for it as I'll never see him again. So, I explained that Sarah and I like to flirt a bit (understatement) and I wanted to know what she would do without me around, so I offered to buy him a beer if he would approach her and ask to rub suntan lotion into her back for her, taking it as far as she would let him, if she let him at all. He laughed and agreed straight away, so I handed him some Euros for his 'trouble' and took up a vantage point about forty yards away, but safe from Sarah's view due to a load of sun loungers and an umbrella being using by other bathers. Although I couldn't hear a thing, I could see as he greeted her and, within a minute, he was rubbing the lotion into her back as she lay flat out, her tits pressed into the sun lounger. Before agreeing, she had quickly scanned the area of the beach I had headed into. This was interesting. I could see Manni's hands moving to the bottom of her back and onto the top half of her ass. He then turned his attention to Sarah's Side. I couldn't see her face but I was sure she was enjoying it. He was massaging the side of her breasts and started to roughly move in underneath her, but she stopped him. I assumed that was the end of things, but she wriggled around so that she was now on her back, her tits pointing proudly at her beach buddy. She glanced again in both directions, almost spotting me as I ducked out of the way. When I looked back up she was having the cream rubbed onto her stomach and under her tits, slowly and sensuously. Manni swiftly took advantage of her willingness and swept his hands over her nipples and back again. She never allowed him to stay on them for longer than a couple of seconds, but he regularly would glide over her chest... He then started almost massaging Sarah's waist, her tight black bikini bottoms the only thing between Manni and her pussy. He dropped a thumb under the waistband and still she consented. He rubbed her inside leg with suntan lotion and still she parted slightly for this stranger. My cock was hard at this stage, as I watched my wife being touched up. Shortly, Manni said goodbye, kissing Sarah on the cheek. It seemed like his efforts to touch her pussy were a step too far. Now, the question was, will Sarah say anything to me? I waited five minutes then lay back on my lounger, apologising for the delay, telling her that I'd got talking to those two blonde girls. She jokingly hit out at me and told me to watch it. ''Anyway,'' she beamed, ''I had some fun of my own!'' I tried to act surprised, quite relieved that she was going to tell me. I asked for more info. ''Well, a local guy offered to rub suntan lotion on me and I said yes!'' Again, I pressed... ''Well, he wanted to rub my pussy, but I stopped him and told him no, but...'' What? ''He did quickly touch my tits. I hope you are not mad that you weren't here. I just thought you'd like that.'' I smiled and asked her did she enjoy it? She just grabbed my hand and made me move one finger under her bikini and trace her slit. She was soaking wet. just the way I liked it. Maybe this was the time when I would take our sex life further. Both of us talked more about it, but I never told her it was a set up, instead using it to get her in the mood for another wild holiday. It was nice to know that she told me everything and that I could really trust her. Up until now, we'd never went the whole way with other people, although we'd done everything else. That night we fucked hard and fast, with dirty talk about how this stranger had touched her body. I fucked both her holes, eventually cumming all over the tits that Manni had rubbed earlier that day. We spent the following day taking it easy, staying in the same area and going on some walks into the hillside, with its vineyards and forest areas. Breathtaking, as was my wife. After an evening nap, we hit our first night on the town. I say town, but a village is probably the better description. Again, Sarah let me pick her clothes, which was a holiday tradition. I dressed her in a black sleeveless top, which showed her flat, tanned stomach off. This also meant she couldn't wear a bra. And I made her wear a denim mini-skirt that stopped a couple of inches from the promised land! Her panties were black, but see through. Not lace, but almost like a thin net. Through them, you could clearly see her pink lips. We soon realised that there was only a handful of bars, so we hit the first one we came to, which was quiet and full of older locals, who seemed to stare at us as if to say we were not welcome. Or maybe it was Sarah's outfit! After a few strong drinks we left and headed to another place, which had a bit more life to it. About three hundred people, part locals and part tourists, were all mingling to loud music. There was no dancefloor, but just a lively bar. Most of the women in there were dressed sparingly, which was one of my favourite things about going on holiday. We stayed standing, as we had no choice, and just drank and chatted and moved a bit, Sarah lambasting me the odd time when I tried to grope her too much. After an hour we were merrily drunk. I ordered two more drinks and Sarah headed to the toilet. She returned busily, heading towards me with a smile on her face... ''Guess who is over there?'' Oh God, the last thing I wanted to do was bump into someone from back home. ''Who?'' ''My man from the beach the other day!'' We laughed and I could see she was turned on. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to go meet him with me, but realised it was tricky as he might greet me and blow the whole story. Eventually, after a bit of necking and another drink, we decided to go talk to him, with Sarah doing the introductions. Manni was with another man and a Spanish lady. They were holding each other so I assumed straight away they were a couple. Over the music, Sarah shouted introductions, telling me that this was the man she'd met at the beach the other day. ''This is my husband Brad!'' He clicked on quickly and greeted me like he'd never met me before. We talked for a while and Sarah headed to the toilet and left me with Manni, Juan and Petti (strange name, maybe I heard wrong!). Manni told me that the couple were heading home soon and he would do the same. I wanted to keep him with us, so I asked him to hang around and see what fun we could have. After having one rub of Sarah's body the other day, I knew he was going to stay. It felt very strange hinting to this man that, maybe, my wife would get drunk and loosen up, especially when she wasn't even there to defend herself. He smiled, almost with an evil glint in his eye. I liked him a lot. This was new for us and I loved the danger of it! An hour later and a very drunk Sarah, myself and Manni had moved to a club a short taxi ride away. Talk had been light and easy but strangely there seemed to be no sexual tension in the air and Sarah was acting very cool and spent the whole ride holding my hand and talking about how nice Portugal was. I had to take steps to move things on. We reached the club and I told Manni and Sarah I was heading to the toilet and would pick up drinks and meet them on the dancefloor. The small club was not too busy but lively enough and mostly full of Portuguese people. I took my time, hoping that the Latin music might start a bit of grinding between him and my wife who, remember, was dressed like a slut. When I eventually hit the bar I could see them moving together on the boards, Manni's hands were on her waist and their heads were almost touching. I waited a while and eventually returned to them, joining in the fun as we drank and danced. Some slower numbers came on and Sarah flung herself around me, so I winked at Manni and beckoned him forward. He moved in behind Sarah and soon we were grinding up against her, copying what had happened before on our holidays. Manni was fairly skinny but obviously worked out. He was a pretty boy, probably slightly younger than us although it was hard to tell. I suppose we were all mid-twenties. Sarah was enjoying the attention and as our new friend moved his hands up her waist and onto her tits. She pushed his hands back down, so I seized the moment and moved them back up. She looked shocked but happy and his knuckles dug into my chest as he groped her openly. The sight of my wife once again being touched up was too much and I suggested we head back to our motor home. Manni agreed, heading off to the bathroom. Sarah was very drunk, kissing me and asking me why I was being so direct! ''Don't you like it?'' ''Yes, but be careful. This is all a bit fast.'' I had made my mind up, and when we reached the taxi I opened the door for them, closing it as Sarah fell into the back. I decided that I would take the front seat. Manni took the hint, molesting Sarah the whole way back to the forest area and our place of rest for the night. He rubbed her legs, tried to touch her pussy and openly put his hand under her top, rubbing her flesh and kissing her neck. Sarah giggled like a teenager, trying her best to keep him at bay. We came to a stop and moved into the motor home. Again, I decided to be direct. I knew Sarah liked to be used and several times I had given her a good hard fucking, tying her up and, recently, pounding her ass. So, as we closed the door behind us, I grabbed her and pulled her down onto the caravan-style bed we had slept on the night before. She was shocked and very surprised, not knowing quite what to do. Manni stood, drunkenly swaying over us as I lay on my back and pulled her on top of me, her back up against my chest. ''Brad! What?!...'' Her broken, drunken sentences started to flow from her. ''Let's show Manni what he wants to see.'' She struggled slightly as I pulled her top down around her waist and tugged her skirt up to the same place. I order her to spread her legs, which she did as an air of tension came over the room. Manni was smiling as he realised Sarah had a wet, shaved pussy. I grabbed her hand and pushed it into her gusset, telling her to finger her own pussy. Sarah was drunk and horny and now relaxed, pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her clit as Manni stood in front of her. I nodded at him and he began to peel his clothes off. He soon stood naked with his fat cock sticking out to attention. It was about the same size as mine, only a bit thicker. Sarah came to a crushing orgasm all be herself. ''Do you want Manni to taste your pussy?'' She didn't even answer, instead just panting as he dropped to his knees and starting licking and sucking. He got bored quickly and removed her panties roughly, following my lead of just taking and not asking Sarah for permission. He then positioned himself in front of her, grabbing his cock and gliding it towards her entrance. This was the first time my wife would receive the member of another man since we met years ago. We had always drawn the line, but I was now ready to cross it. However, my wife shot up, saying, ''Sorry Manni, no fucking, but I'll suck your cock and you can touch me. That's always been our rules.'' With that I grabbed her hair and jerked her back into position, reaching with my other arm and extending one of her legs. She was reeling, not quite knowing what to do. Manni pulled her other leg, leaving her helpless and exposed. He moved forward and pushed his entire length into my wife, until she was impaled and her back was arched. I kept hold of her hair as he plunged in and out of her tight wetness. For the first time since we met, my wife had another cock inside her. Within a minute she relaxed, looking at me with urgency and then, eventually, letting herself go and allowing her slutty side to come out. I moved out of the way and Sarah was soon on all fours, being taken hard, doggy-style from Manni, who had grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and was slapping her ass with the other. Just the way she liked it. I stripped off slowly, taking in the sight in front of me, and the sounds of Sarah panting, moaning and, when Manni truly sank inside her, slight screams. I moved closer, fascinated by my wife's hole being stretched by a new cock. I ended up about twelve inches from Manni's cock as I had to see closer what exactly it looked like. Then, I moved in front of Sarah and stuck my manhood into her mouth. Now, this was like no other blow-job she'd ever given me, as she'd suck hard as Manni pounded her and loosen her mouth when he slowed the stroke down. I was going to cum, so I pulled my cock out and made her lick my balls all over. I wanted to wait. Manni was really fucking her now and seemed to love this position, smiling and grimacing all at once, knowing that he was sending Sarah over the edge. She came hard with Manni's thick shaft moving almost completely out of her and then slamming inside her to the hilt. ''Play with her ass, she loves that,'' I told our new friend. He started slapping her ass and I held Sarah's chin and told her to beg Manni to stick his finger into her asshole. ''Do it, do it now,'' she said breathlessly. I grabbed her harder and told her to speak up or I'd stick my cock into her throat. ''Now, finger my ass, please.'' Tell him you are a slut. ''I'm a slut!'' What? Manni was trying hard not to shoot his load. ''I'm a fucking slut. I'm a whore!'' Manni wants to cum now - where do you want it? ''All over my tits! Please...'' Manni continued to fuck my wife's shaved pussy for another thirty seconds or so, keeping his finger buried inside her ass. Her whole body was sweating, her black hair sticking to her neck and face, which her look like a dirty bitch. He then pulled out, prompting Sarah to turn around and slide into place, her legs spread and her tits just below his cock. Manni wanked himself two or three times and then spurted a hot stream of cum onto Sarah's chin, splashing it on her neck, then leaned forward and shot two huge streaks of cum across her tits and stomach. He then pushed his cock into her mouth and dribbled his remaining seed into her throat. The vision had me bursting to do the same, so I told Manni to help her clean herself up, which he did by ordering her to lick her tits and scoop cum up and eat it. As she did this I moved into position and began spunking on her face. I always did cum quite hard but this was a lot even for me. It hit her eye, causing her to squint, got stuck in her hair and fell into her mouth, which Manni had reached forward and forced open by pushing her cheeks in. I then rubbed my glistening head on her face, catching some of my load and making her suck and lick the rest of my cum from my dick. Everyone was breathless, almost dizzy with drink and sex. Manni pulled his clothes on as Sarah lay back and looked to the roof of the motor home. I sat on the bed, still catching my breath. Then, Manni offered me his hand, which I shook. He then leaned over Sarah, gently put two fingers into her mouth, then traced the middle of her body, sticking them into her pussy. He then moved them back to her mouth and she slowly, almost semi-consciously licked them clean. He winked at me, I smiled, then he left through the nearby door. It seemed he respected me for my generosity, rather than Sarah for her loose, drunken ways. Now, this was awkward. I had pulled my wife onto a bed and opened her up for a stranger to fuck her hard, despite our golden rule. She sat up, looked at me, and said, ''That was a strange turn of events,'' as if we'd done nothing out of the ordinary! I nodded my head. She leaned forward, kissed me on the lips and told me I was the best husband in the world. I smiled, and we turned over in bed, her truly fucked and myself relieved that I'd not taken things too far. Well, not yet anyway... The next day we hit a local hotel and paid a small fee to use their outdoor pool. Sarah was in fine form, especially after we'd had a long chat that morning about what the evening before had meant. I assured her that I was very happy with what happened. She said she enjoyed it but was more than happy to only be with me. We both agreed to let things take their natural course, which was ironic as it was my sun-bathing incident that had kicked the whole thing off! The next few days were fairly normal. The night after our adventure I fucked Sarah and nothing had changed. She came three times and myself twice. She was wonderful, so fucking sexy. We did go out for drinks, but after much time on the beach, various excursions and walks, we never had a fully mad night out. Manni, also, had seemed to disappear, although it was a big enough place for our paths not to cross. On our last night, we decided to return to the club Manni had taken us to and, alas, he was there again, this time with a male friend. We chatted with them and Manni acted like we had only met in the club and exchanged polite chat - not like he'd stuck his cock inside my wife just a few nights before. I liked this man even more! Sarah Likes Unbelievable Trip I had only one idea in my mind and that involved my wife fucking all three of us at once. After an hour, we had drank a lot and Manni asked Sarah to join himself and his mate for a dance. Sarah said no, in fact saying that she was going to turn in. His pal looked disappointed, but Manni was more shocked, as she kissed him on the cheek and we said our goodbyes. I just shrugged and followed my wife. Outside, Sarah took my hand and hugged up against my side. I joked, saying, ''So, you didn't fancy a repeat performance did you?'' She replied, ''I have a better idea. You forced the issue last time, now it's my turn. Are you ready for it?'' I laughed and agreed, puzzled and excited by her actions. We returned to the motor home, Sarah grabbed a bottle of wine and we sat down for a drink. I quizzed her and she just laughed, telling me to be patient. After an hour, I assumed she was blowing hot air. I told her I wanted to fuck her and she told me to wait another half an hour and then I could have my way. After another half glass of red, she told me to look behind me, which I did, out the window. I was baffled. ''Look over to the right,'' she ordered. All I could see was some outlined figures, heading into a nearby camped van, smaller than ours. ''They've been there for the last two days. Three guys, all young and beautiful! I noticed them last night when I woke up to get a glass of water. I then saw them head to the beach this morning. I want to go and pay our neighbours a visit.'' I asked her was she sure. This was not a controlled environment. If they got too excited, I wasn't in a position to do much about it. She just smiled, grabbed two bottles of wine and headed to the door. I followed. Sarah took the lead, banging on their door. They answered quickly, not sure what to expect. ''Do you speak English?'' she beamed. ''Ahm, yes,'' said the blonde stranger. ''Good,'' she answered, entering their vehicle. She did the introductions, telling them that she fancied a neighbourly drink. Pars was a German, hence the blonde, and was very muscular, very manly. His olive skinned friend spoke hardly any English, and Pars explained that Juan was a local who they'd befriended and he'd shown them good nights out. Pars' holidaying buddy was Olly. They often just packed up and headed off together. Olly was handsome, again fairly well built and over six foot tall. All three men and myself were sat down in the cramped space, which had one set of bunk beds, a small cooker and a table area, where we were seated. Sarah said she'd rather stand, giving all men a full view of her body, which was covered by her white mini-dress. After a few drinks, Sarah said, ''So, why are you three studs home alone?'' Pars, the talkative one, laughed, answering, ''We've had our luck this week! Tonight, though, we drank too much.'' Sarah retorted, ''But now you've sobered up a bit, right?'' He laughed bashfully, then Sarah came straight out with it. I was excited, but also aware that anything could happen. ''Well, my husband would love it if you let me have some fun with you, although you can't fuck me, okay?'' All three men laughed loudly, looking at me as I joined in. Pars went to get another beer from his fridge, wedging himself past Sarah as he did so. She was so open that they all thought she was joking! ''So, you going home tomorrow, yes?'' he said. Sarah responded before I had the chance, ''Yes, but I'm not leaving here until you've let me suck you off Pars!'' Now, they laughed but started to think that maybe Sarah wasn't kidding. I had to do something. ''Take Pars outside darling and prove you are serious.'' With that, she grabbed his hand and led him into the darkness. What happened? Well, I wouldn't find out until later. The chat in the caravan was hard and slow, with Juan not able to communicate and Olly quite a serious character. I could see they were shocked but also horny after realising that they would be enjoying a piece of Sarah. Half an hour later the door opened... Pars led the way, looking ruffled, with Sarah filing in behind him, grinning widely. She was totally naked, carrying her dress in her arms, her panties and bra nowhere to be seen. Both men clapped their approval. Sarah simply said, ''Lets go boys!'' Olly pulled her onto her knee, waving Juan on, who might not have been able to speak English, but knew what was going on! Olly rubbed her tits and spread her legs, with Juan dropping like a dog, licking her dripping pussy. Pars moved the table out of the way, so there was two bench type sofas and a gap of four feet in the middle. I stripped and joined the party. Both men followed suit as Sarah sat waiting her treats. Still, the atmosphere was strange, so I couldn't wait for my wife to get them going! Olly sat back down and pulled Sarah between his legs, guiding his nicely sized member into her cock- hungry mouth. Juan, meanwhile, held his own size wise with the average man and, anyway, his tongue was his weapon. As she sucked the end of Olly's rod, Juan pulled her onto all fours and began licking her asshole. Sarah loved this, telling him so. This dirty bastard was eating my wife's pussy and ass out like there was no tomorrow. Pars just watched over proceedings calmly, grabbing a beer and swigging happily. I wanted to know what had happened outside, but first things first. I moved Juan to the side and entered my wife from behind, causing her to suck hard on Olly. He smiled his thank you at me. I gestured towards Juan, pulling his hand to her asshole. He needed no second invitation, pushing his two digits into her tight opening, causing Sarah to stiffen, then relax as she learned how to cope with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. She had her first orgasm of the evening. She was just helpless at the hands of her masters, sucking on a cock while panting and spluttering as she handled what was being offered. At this stage, I reckon, she was up for anything, so I pulled out, removed Juan's hand and slowly slipped into her asshole. She turned round to make sure it was me, then closed her eyes, as she always does, enduring the first seconds of pain. Before long she was begging me to fuck her harder, much to the men's approval. Juan was now beside Olly and Sarah was sucking and pulling them both off in turns. Both of them would grab at her, reach down and pinch her nipples and, at one stage, Juan wedge his middle finger up her ass, adding to my cock that was already filling her up. Still, Pars just stood by and looked on. Olly, without warning, shot on my wife's face. He grunted heavily, his eyes fixed on my cock pounding this perfect ass. Sarah learned from the Manni experience and licked his cock clean, using her hand and tongue to reel in the jism that stuck to her cheek, chin and nose. Juan was smiling like it was all his birthdays at once, wanking furiously as he watched my wife voluntarily degrade herself by eating Olly's cum. She had only moved her head onto his lap and he shot all over his own hand and legs. Sarah almost laughed, while Pars and Ollie looked at each other, tittering to themselves. Sarah cleaned him up with her tongue as I pulled myself from her ass. Sarah shot up quickly and said, ''Honey, can we take Pars home?'' ''We must!'' I said, picking up my clothes, as Juan and Olly had their last gropes of this whore. Juan even pulled her across his knee and re-entered her ass with his fingers. Pars made a motioning signal and she was quickly released from their clutches. The three of us skipped across, making the small journey in seconds. Once inside, Sarah downed almost half a bottle of wine that was left, then dropped to her knees and began to undo Pars jeans. She tilted her head back and said, with devastating cock-teasing perfection, ''I wanted this one to myself.'' She unveiled his manhood, nine inches of thick steel. I say thick, I mean thick. Sarah wasted not time, stretching her mouth to its fullest, forcing two inches into her throat. She gobbled him up with glee, Pars placing his hand on her head and forcing as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. Sarah choked at one stage, but Pars continued to drive into her face. He finally pulled away and asked me to join him. I had pulled on my jeans to make my way back to our place, so I was naked in a second, Pars shortly after. We hit the bed, Sarah returning between Pars legs, but I was having none of it. I grabbed her by the hair and I think she knew straight away what was going to happen, after our evening with Manni. As Pars lay on his back, I pulled her up his body. Sarah squatted over his monster and slowly impaled herself on his throbbing member. Pars remained fairly quiet, but intense. He was obviously used to giving girls pleasure with his massive cock. Even with an inch inside her folds, Sarah was starting to realise this wasn't going to be easy. Then Pars shot his hips upwards and Sarah let out a squeal as he reached out and pushed her downwards. This was blurring the line between pleasure and pain. Even after two minutes I thought about stopping it, but Sarah was doing her best to relax and through closed eyes and gritted teeth, she eventually was completely impaled on this strangers cock. ''Yes. fuck, fuck, yes..'' was her favourite line. Although I enjoyed her words, I couldn't help but shove my cock into her mouth, which she accepted greedily. Within a minute of filling another hole, she came like a train, squirting her juice out of her pussy and onto Pars. At times she would try to take a break but I had her head in my hands and she was forced to grab breath when she could. I grabbed her hair - my favourite way of moving her around, and dragged her onto all fours. Pars moved behind her and entered her slowly from behind. Again, she screamed as her shaven pussy was pulled apart, her puckered asshole pointing skyward. I moved in front of her, lowering her head back so she could feel every stroke in inside her. She started sucking me off, but I pulled my cock in front of her face, pushing her head down to my balls. She knew what to do and began licking my sack. I lifted it up, making her lick under it and down towards my asshole. I decided to turn around so she could do the job properly. Sarah used one hand to steady herself and the other to pull my cock, licking my balls and right up to my ass. Right now, my wife was in my control, licking, sucking and fucking anything she was offered. Still, she often took a few seconds now and then to cope with the thickness that was stretching her insides. I was loving this. Sarah kept licking me, acting and looking like a total slut. Nothing more, nothing less. After a while the licking stopped and Sarah began to moan hard and fast. I turned round to see Pars was slipping two fingers inside her asshole. This was amazing. My little whore thought she had taken as much as she could and now she was getting more. I stepped aside and viewed the glorious sight, making eye contact with Sarah who was loving getting taken roughly and also got a kick out of pleasing her husband. She came hard again. Pars pulled out after five more pounding minutes, lying back, covered in sweat, obviously happy that he'd spent half an hour fucking this twenty-something stunner. He spoke for the first time. ''Suck my cock Sarah. I want to cum down your throat.'' Sarah didn't even reply, sinking to her knees to serve her master, taking the tip of his juice covered dick in her mouth. ''Brad, please fuck her ass. I want to see it.'' I moved behind her, but he stopped me, asking both of us to move to the floor. He told me to lie on my back, then told Sarah to sit on my cock as fast as she could. Now, at the best of times I had to take things slowly when it came to fucking Sarah's ass, but she obliged our neighbour, plunging down, gasping as she did. Her eyes filled up with pain but soon she was enjoying the fucking. Pars put a leg either side of her, his cock almost level with her forehead. He tilted her head back and pushed his cock down so he was fucking the top of her mouth at an angle. I could hardly move in and out of her ass, instead grinding inside her. Pars slowly began to grunt and that built into a scream as he pumped into her mouth. Sarah gagged and before long it became clear he'd filled her entire mouth with his cum. She began to splutter, but Pars was holding her head and ordered her to swallow, calling her filthy and dirty. She eventually managed the task, but Pars rubbed his wilting member on her face, telling her to close her eyes. Soon, she had a sheen of jizz on her face, as Pars bent down and shook my hand, my cock still inside my wife's ass. Sarah smiled at him and he grabbed her face with his hands. He stared into her eyes, not smiling, then let go of her face. He thanked me, then left. He thanked me, despite the fact that is was my wife who'd just fucked him and swallowed his gallon of cum. This was just like the other night. Sarah started to talk to me but I turned her over onto all fours and fucked her ass hard for about ten minutes and she cam again. I then turned her onto her back and straddled her face, fucking her mouth in the same way as Pars had. I came into her mouth, holding her face and filling her to the brim once again, causing her to gag and spill some over the sides of her mouth. She swallowed and we collapse where we were, sleeping until the next morning. Our relationship has now reached a new level. We didn't see the men the next day - our last. I am not jealous or upset by anything that happened and my wife, I know, is faithful to me. So, I have the best of both worlds. However, using her in front of and with other men was something that had blown my mind. It all came from that one incident I had set up on the beach. Next time, I want to go further. The only question that remained was what Pars and Sarah has done outside the caravan that night. Well, it turned out that she intended to give him a blow job but, after feeling his hard massive cock through his jeans, he stopped her and told her she could only have it if she took him home and opened her legs for him. He also made her strip naked and inspected her body - slapping her tits, rubbing her pussy and making her lick a finger he'd just removed from her ass. That's why he had a smile on his face while Juan and Olly enjoyed my slut wife. Sarah will be reading this story as she did the last two. Hopefully, she'll be making readers hard or wet. She loves talking about this fact when I fuck her and retell the stories from our holiday. What's next? I'll tell you when it happens.