As dawn came and the neighbors awoke, all eager for a morning cluster-fuck, so, too, did breakfast time come three hundred miles away.
Roger Wedgewood and Tony Benson were sharing a table in the hotel restaurant, having coffee and toast and talking about the woman they had fucked the night before.
Then in came Tom, their host, looking all fresh and well-scrubbed. No one would have known what a pervert he was, unless they had been fucking his wife while he looked on.
He joined them at their table.
They politely inquired about Wanda.
"Oh, she's still in bed," he said. "She hates to get up early. I've had her breakfast sent up to her." He paused, smiling. "Would you like to – errrr – come on up for a while before you check out?"
Evidently, Wanda liked a hearty breakfast.
Obviously, Roger and Tony were happy to supply it for the hot vixen.
All three went up together.
When they entered the hotel room, they saw the serving cart standing just inside the door, the breakfast dishes still covered.
Then they saw why.
The waiter was stretched out on the bed – and Wanda was sucking his prick!
He gave a squawk of alarm.
Wanda looked up, her lips dripping and her flaming red hair cascading over her cheeks.
She smiled happily when she saw that her husband had not returned alone.
"I won't be a minute, dear," she said. "I'm almost finished."
The waiter was looking horrified. But Wanda dove on his cock again and her husband nodded encouragement. Then the waiter relaxed, realizing that these were not your average hotel guests.
Wanda's head bobbed up and down, swallowing down on the waiter's fat cock.
Her husband wandered over and knelt down beside the bed to get a close-up of the action, a ringside seat for the grand finale of the face-fucking.
Roger and Tony exchanged a glance.
They were both thinking that Tom was a disgusting sort of pervert to take such delight in his own cuckolding. How could a man be that way?
Still, his perversion was to their advantage, and they both began to undress.
The waiter had been about to shoot his wad, but then had slipped from the peak in his shock and alarm at having her husband walk in on them. Now, seeing that it was all right, he began to soar again.
His cock lurched and spurted like a fountain.
"Glubbbbbbb!" Wanda sputtered as she swallowed.
"Drink deeply, dear," her husband said.
She milked the waiter dry, then pulled her mouth from his cock and turned to her husband. She showed Tom her spunk-coated tongue.
Then she kissed him, like any normal, loving wife.
The waiter rolled off the bed and pulled his pants up, eager to depart before her husband's attitude changed.
But Tom gave him a tip as he left.
And then it was the turn of two unfaithful traveling men on that insatiable redhead.
She sucked Roger off for starters.
Then she milked Tony's cock in her mouth.
With a solid night's sleep behind them, both of the errant husbands shot their cum off quite quickly the first time, feeding her plentifully.
When she had sucked them both dry, she embraced her husband and the loving couple spent a few happy moments kissing and cuddling fondly.
It amazed the guests that Tom could kiss her cocksucking mouth so tenderly – before his wife had even brushed her teeth. They just couldn't figure him out.
But it turned them on, too. They were both stroking their pricks, and both got stiff without trouble. When she saw they were ready, Wanda turned onto her hands and knees and hiked her ass up.
Roger knelt behind her haunches and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind.
"Oh, yes, fuck her like a dog!" Tom gasped.
Roger hammered away, tipping her ass up and down and bouncing her knees on the bed. He held her by her hips and ground into her groin.
His fuckjuice jetted into her.
Roger grunted as he shot off, and Wanda gurgled with glee – and Tom looked positively ecstatic.
Roger pulled out and her cunt overflowed with his thick, milky jizz. She reached out to Tony and drew him down on the bed, on his back.
Throwing one leg across, she mounted his cock. She balanced on his cock-knob like a flagpole sitter as she worked the meaty slab around in her sodden cunt.
Then she pushed her pussy on down and took him deep into her smoldering cunt. Her cuntlips plastered to the hairy hilt of his towering prick.
She squatted down, hunkered on his hard-on, turning her ass and hips and winding her cunt around on the rock-hard prick. Then she started to ride, rising up to his cock-knob, then dropping back to the base.
Tom knelt at the foot of the bed so that, looking in under her jerking ass, he had a perfect view of the coupling. He watched Tony's thick prick emerge, all glistening and pulsing, then sink back in to the hilt.
Tom's chin was resting on the edge of the bed, his face thrust out toward the rutting groins. But he kept his distance, making no contact.
Tom might be kinky, but he had his limits.
His only interest in another man's cock was in conjunction with his wife's cunt.
Wanda pumped up and down frantically and her fuckhole contracted, increasing the friction.
"Cream my cunt! Jizz me! Juice in me!" she cried. "Fill my scum-bucket, baby!"
Tony grunted.
His cum spurted into the depths of her seething pussy in a geyser.
Wanda wailed and pounded her pussy up and down in a frenzy as she drained him off. When he had stopped squirting, she slumped over him for a moment, catching her breath, smiling with dreamy contentment.
Then she drew her cunt off his cock and rolled over on the bed.
Tony got up, and he and Roger both looked at Tom.
But Tom paid them no attention now, and they saw that they were no longer needed. They got dressed. Then they stood there for a few minutes, fascinated, staring at the scene as if they were horrified.
Tom was eating his wife's soaking cunt.
His mouth was glued to her pussy and he was sucking all the cum out of her. His tongue spooned it out by the mouthful as his lips nursed and milked.
Roger shook his head in disgust.
Tony gave a grunt of disapproval.
Then they departed, leaving Tom and Wanda to their weird wedded ways.
Roger and Tony were in total agreement.
Meeting the perverts had been lots of fun.
But it had been sordid as well.
And both men were going to be happy to return home to their own normal, stable families – or so they thought.