A year on from the first time I shared my girlfriend Becky with an old guy named Burt, and two months after sharing her with a random stranger in a field, we were back on the Spanish island of Mallorca, this time visiting the infamous resort called Magaluf.
We were twenty-three, soaking up the night life and party atmosphere for a week. There was a famous nightclub called BCM, which hosted an infamous foam party. Having never been to a foam party before, Becky and I thought it would be fun to check it out.
I wore a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, that I didn't mind getting ruined, and Becky wore a black skirt and halter top. My beautiful girlfriend is 5'7" with shoulder length brown hair, matching brown eyes, a lovely, slender figure, and a cracking pair of DD tits.
We spent the first hour drinking shit alcohol. It was an all you can drink themed night, so the amount of alcohol the bar staff put in your drink varied with each round. It did the trick though, and we still managed to get drunk.
Then the MC announced the foam party was about to begin. Becky and I remained on the side, looking down on the dance floor. We wanted to see how chaotic it was going to be before going in ourselves, because hanging from the ceiling was several huge foam canons.
Everyone was drunk and excited, then there was a big countdown with a dance track helping build the anticipation. When the foam finally began to spew, it was one of the craziest things I'd ever witnessed at a nightclub. It literally overwhelmed the dance floor and anyone daft enough to be under those huge canons.
It was also highly amusing, and no doubt a grope fest for the guys and girls buried amongst the foam. The canons spewed for a couple of minutes before they stopped to allow the madness to continue in relative safety.
When the foam gradually died down to around waist height, the canons did their worst again. People coming off the dance floor were literally soaked right through to the skin, with one or two gasping for air.
The thought of Becky getting groped in the foam suddenly aroused me. The normal thing to do would have been to keep her out of there, or at least go with her and grope her myself, but I'm a guy who likes to watch his woman with other men.
Becky laughed when I dared her to go in alone. She knew what I was thinking as I smirked my words. My girlfriend warned me with a mischievous grin, that she could not be held responsible for what might happen on the darkened dance floor amongst all that soapy foam.
I kissed her and told her I'd be watching. If anything looked to be getting out of hand, I'd rush in and save her. Becky also agreed to raise her right hand high in the air if she lost sight of me and felt she needed saving.
My heart was beating ten to the dozen as I watched her carefully walk down the steps, leading onto the dance floor. She looked up in my direction and giggled, before she ventured a little deeper into the foam, waist height, and started dancing in tune to the music. I had encouraged her, released her to the wolves.
Most people were simply jumping up and down, laughing, waving their arms through the foam. A few people were kissing, maybe couples, maybe not. Then there were the sly fuckers prowling the dance floor, searching for any unsuspecting females to grope.
For Becky and me, they came in the way of two Caucasian males. I called them Dan and Marcus for no particular reason. I never learnt their names, neither did Becky.
While she danced in the foam, looking in my direction, I tried to alert her to the two topless, foamy, young men approaching her with sinister grins on their faces. But she didn't cotton on until Dan appeared directly in front of her and Marcus sneaked up behind her, sandwiching my busty girlfriend between them.
Becky looked around, laughing. It looked like she was trying to get away, but Dan held her arms while he leaned in and spoke to her. I was ready to move in myself, then the three of them started laughing together, so I held off and put myself on high readiness alert.
Becky couldn't look at me for more than a second, she was too concentrated on the two guys, and rightly so. I was nervous and excited, thinking with my cock instead of my brain. Becky later told me that Marcus had his hands up her skirt, groping her buttocks while Dan was asking her for a kiss.
My girlfriend also confessed that she didn't fight them off right away because she knew I was watching, but then my voyeurism and her exhibitionism aided in allowing Dan and Marcus to break her down. She told them she was in Magaluf with her friends.
This fuelled the gropers lust and Becky's own arousal. And because she showed no signs of protesting, Dan and Marcus saw it as a green light to see how far she'd let them go with her body.
Meanwhile, I stood there drinking a pint as two strangers molested my girlfriend at a foam party. I couldn't see anything below the waist, and even above the waist, foam clung to their bodies.
Then Dan managed to get his tongue inside Becky's mouth. I assumed he had his hands on or around her waist, but I could see her hands on his shoulders, and I could definitely see Marcus was grinning with his shoulders and upper arms moving.
I was correct in believing at the time that Marcus was groping my girlfriend's peachy arse. But when she allowed Dan to kiss her, Marcus slipped his hand between her legs and inside her thong. When she began to moan into the kiss with her eyes closed, Dan grabbed hold of her tits and groped them through the halter top.
My cock was rock solid, and my heart was in my mouth. I reckoned other people could see the horny trio, but unless you looked close enough, they didn't exactly stand out like a sore thumb. It felt like it was just the four of us in the club. The noises around me faded into the background.
Then the canons fired up again, forcing Becky and Dan to part from each other as foam fell down on top of them, obscuring everybody from view again. It caused me to panic. I moved right up against the rail, waiting for them to reappear. It was a few moments of intense anxiousness.
When the foam stopped falling and the level dropped a few inches, Becky reappeared, laughing with Dan and Marcus. I was gobsmacked. She was facing Marcus with her big tits out. The halter top was still around her neck, but her tits were exposed, and Dan was groping them from behind.
She was then spun around to face Dan. He grabbed her with a smile and shoved his tongue down her throat again. They appeared to be having a good time. Becky was unfazed, kissing one stranger while the other took his turn to feel her tits.
More self-inflicted angst was then heaped upon me, when Becky broke away from the kiss and held onto Dan. Her eyes were closed and her facial expression was one close to an orgasm. Marcus was still groping her exposed mounds of flesh and Dan looked to be busy with a hand in the foam.
Despite the angst and fear, I almost came in my pants watching my girlfriend getting fingered and groped with her tits out in a packed nightclub. I doubted she was the only one partaking in such debauchery, but she was my girlfriend and I had encouraged it. I couldn't even take out my cock and jerk off. It was erotic torture at its finest.
Needless to say, Dan soon had Becky writhing on his hand in orgasm while Marcus assaulted her tits, squeezing them together, pulling and tweaking her nipples. Becky clearly wanted no more after she came to her senses. The guys tried to drag her deeper into the foam, preventing her from putting her breasts away.
I ran toward the steps, but Becky had managed to break free and make herself look decent. A bouncer had also clocked what was going on, so Dan and Marcus let go of my girlfriend and quickly vanished into the foam. A few people laughed while a few others gave us stinking looks, but I ignored them all as I put an arm around Becky and led her away from the dance floor.
I expected her to hate me, have a go at me, but instead, she cracked up laughing and dragged me out of BCM, telling me we were going to the beach to finish off what Dan and Marcus had started. They made her cum and now she wanted my cock.
