Whilst the events described happened, the dialogue is not always a clear memory and when writing from my wife's point of view this is as I remember her telling me as she isn't interested in talking about this part of our lives anymore. Names and some places have been changed to ensure privacy of those mentioned.
Although each story is written to stand alone, they are in chronological order and best read in that order. If you haven't read 'Majorca' then the opening may make little sense.
The sex described in this story does not involve anyone under the age of 18.
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We woke quite late on the morning after the gangbang the night before. Carol looked quite a sight first thing with dried cum on her face, tits, tangling up her hair and her pussy was swollen with lots of hard dried cum around it. We quickly cleaned up and only just made breakfast. I reckoned she had a cock in her pussy non stop for at least an hour and half, maybe longer as the three of them rotated around her. She probably took a minimum of 10 loads in her pussy, several down her throat and a fair bit on her face, tits, and in her hair.
We didn't see any of the 4 lads until late afternoon when they appeared in the bar and settled down for the evening waiting for their coach to arrive. We chatted nervously at first but soon lightened up although we were never sure Greg was fully aware of what he'd missed. Of the others Martin was very attentive and was hoping to get our address (no iPhones in 1976!) but we had already decided that this was not something we would repeat with these guys.
It was a couple of days before the soreness in her pussy went away (which was not surprising) and Carol had recovered enough to make love again. As we lay in each others arms we spoke about Sunday nights gangbang for the first time.
"So, did you enjoy having all those cocks fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes, it was something that I never thought I would experience and loved every second. When you get in that mood you just want to be continually fucked and sorry darling, but you need to rest between each load, and you have a diminishing volume of cum which is all vey natural. So, not a complaint but just a biological fact. With 3 studs fucking me one after the other I get to feel 3 big loads being spurted up my pussy one after the other, not to forget your contribution being added to the load of course."
"So, would you do it again?"
"To be honest, not sure as could be the second time isn't as good as Sunday and wouldn't want to spoil what is a good and very erotic memory."
Although we talked about Sunday every time we fucked over the rest of that holiday we didn't repeat it or look to do so. On our return John met us at Gatwick and we said we had a nice time but didn't mention the gangbang as we'd agreed not to until we were sure it would be heard in the right manner. The last thing we wanted to do was lose them as friends.
Time moved on and over the next couple of years we enjoyed spending the night with John and Mary and despite our hints there was no way we were going to get all 4 of us in the same bed. I did though continue to enjoy reclaiming Carol in the morning after they had gone home and cleaning up her pussy which was always so full -- of both John and my loads.
On a personal level our jobs were booming with plenty of overtime for Carol and my sales were off the scale such that my commission was now greater than my basic salary. With that we increased our day to day spend enjoying regular visits to the West End to see Musicals and other Shows, always staying overnight at an hotel. We also took out a 2nd mortgage to build an extension at the back of the house consistent with our neighbours which enabled a better kitchen, bathroom and additional bedroom upstairs. the extension was part of preparing for a family and so wanted to get the house ready for those little people of our future.