Early the next day my phone buzzed. I had a bitch of a hang over and Mel was showing no sign of getting up. She was snoring like a trooper on the others side of the bedroom. I was lying naked in bed. My pussy was throbbing from the pounding it had taken and I picked up the phone. It was the video of the previous evening, sent by John, my Co-worker. It all felt surreal. Had I really allowed three men to fuck me? Well, the evidence would be in the message on my phone. I resisted the urge to look at it and went and made a coffee.
I sat on the balcony with my coffee. I hadn't bothered dressing. What was happening to me? Just a couple of days earlier I'd been reticent about going topless! I took a deep breath, opened the message and played the video. It was dark and shaky at first and somewhat out of focus. Then suddenly I was looking at a pair of boobs being bounced. My boobs. I was on a stage in a sleazy nightclub, standing beside my baby sister Where I'd been talked into entering a wet tea shirt competition.
I'd actually forgotten that. Despite myself I felt a flush of pride that I'd won. Then the memory of all thoughts lustful eyes on my naked breast came back and I felt the strangest conflict. Shame was there, but undoubtedly pride. I was proud that I could still make all those men want me. I bet there were men all over the resort wanking as they watched footage of me performing last night. After all, dozens of men had been filming me. God! What would my husband, Phil say if he ever saw it?
The video now went brighter and it was much more in focus. Right away I was seeing myself with a cock in my mouth. The man had been called Keith and I'd only met him a few hours earlier. Here I was sucking his cock like a cheap trollop. My head was bobbing and as the camera panned out I saw the reason for this was another man, Dave, fucking me from behind. Oh God! I'd let him cum inside me, with no condom! I suddenly felt like such a slut!
Despite that my hand stroked my slit and I shivered with pleasure. On the screen it had gone back to Keith's big dick fucking my mouth. As I watched Keith pulled his cock from my lips. I saw his sperm on my tongue and then semen was being spurted over my face. As I watched the screen my fingers entered my pussy and my thumb flicked my clit. I very rarely masturbate. Yet I couldn't help myself. I was just so turned on watching myself being such a dirty girl.
The camera shook momentarily as John had passed it to one of his friends. Then I was stark naked with my legs wide open for a moment as John, my co-worker climbed aboard me and pushed his big cock inside me. I rubbed my clit as I watched myself being fucked and I remembered he wonderful orgasm that John had given me. I was close to providing my own climax now and I moaned with joy.
On the screen John was finishing by emptying his balls into my open mouth and onto my face and the sight of my debauchery, along with my furious rubbing gave me a wonderful orgasm. I closed down the phone and lay back in a wonderful post orgasmic glow. Suddenly a voice said,
"Nice day for it."
There was a wall about four feet high between me and the next balcony. There was a man, around fifty, who had obviously just come out on the balcony and he sat and lit up a cigarette. I could only see his head and shoulders and so I hoped that was all he could see of me. Hopefully he'd think I was in a bikini top.
"Sorry?" I said.
"The weather. It's going to be a lovely day isn't it." The chap said.
"Er, yes. The weathers been great all week." I said, making small talk.
We chatted as he smoked and I found that he was called Ron and he and his wife had arrived the previous night. He seemed like a nice chap, but I was very aware that I was stark naked and I was chatting to this total stranger. Normally after a few pleasantries I'd have gone back inside, but obviously I couldn't move until Ron went back inside or I'd be giving him a real eyeful. And damn if Ron wasn't a chatty sort. I felt like I knew his life story after ten minutes.
Finally, he said that he'd better make a move and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then to my horror instead of going straight back in to his apartment he came to the low wall to say goodbye. He reached the wall and looked over to see me sitting on a lounger stark naked. His mouth opened and closed without any words coming out and his eyes went from my face, to my breasts, to my exposed pussy and my shapely legs.
"Like you said. Nice day for it!" I said. And I stood and went back inside.
I wrapped a towel around me and went into the bedroom. Mel was stirring and eventually she came round and sat up. Unconcerned that she was exposing her breasts.
"It was great last night wasn't it?" Mel said.
"It was OK." I said, noncommittal.
"Ian is lovely isn't he?" She asked.
Ian of course was the man who'd spent a couple of hours fucking her in his bedroom while I'd, er.....entertained his friends. She'd only known him a couple of hours before she'd let him take her to bed. The tart!
"He seemed OK. I didn't speak to him much." I replied honestly.
"I think I'm in love!" She said.
"Bloody hell, you silly bitch" I thought. I mean really! She meets some guy, spreads her legs and suddenly it's the love of her life. Well I suppose is showed that Ian was a good fuck.
"I'm meeting the boys at the beach. It's their last day and I want to spend the day with Ian. Are you coming?" She asked
Well there was no way I was spending the day with three men who'd all screwed me six ways from Sunday on the previous evening. So I plead my hangover and told her that I'd be spending my day by the pool. She dressed quickly and tripped out of the room. Looking just like what she was. A silly trollop with stars in her eyes, heading for her next broken heart.
I packed up my bag for the day, put on my bikini and found a large towel and made my way to the pool. It was pretty quiet. Just a few sun worshipers and a hunky lifeguard, who looked very bored. I set out my stall and got a long cold drink, then lay down and relaxed. With my head phones in and my eyes closed I was in my own little world. Unbidden images from the previous evening danced into my mind.
John's big cock, Keith wanking close to my face, the feel of the sperm on my skin and the taste of their semen. I realised I was smiling and chided myself. It shouldn't have happened. I love my husband and I'd cheated on him for the first time in my married life. I should be feeling ashamed. Then a voice inside me said "Yeah, but it was fun wasn't it!" and I laughed out loud.
I opened my eyes and reached for my drink. With a start I realised I was no longer alone. Ron was beside me. I pulled out a headphone and said, "Hello". After all politeness cost nothing. Ron leered at me and chuckling he said,
"I didn't recognise you with your clothes on."
I smiled at his weak joke. I asked where his wife was and he explained that she was out shopping. Every time he looked at me his eyes lingered on my breasts and I knew he was remembering what I'd looked like naked. Gosh but he was chatty. And the morning whiled away with him making most of the conversation. He bought me a couple of drinks and seemed a harmless jovial type. So when he asked if I wanted to join him for lunch I thought it would be rude to say no.
