The next night we were drinking in the hotel bar, and she had picked up a guy. We were both so drunk nothing mattered. We had probably the wildest thr...esome I could've imagined. I don't remember too much from the night itself other than we did crazy shit. But I do remember waking up in the morning, her hand on my dick while she was blowing him. Looked at me and said "watch". I spent the next half an hour watching my girlfriend blow this guy. But I was getting oddly turned on. He kept asking me. My eyes closed as the pleasure built. But I couldn't believe what was happening. I wasn't gay by any stretch but at the same time, any sense of protest had dissipated as his hand now worked inside my suit and freed my cock. He pulled the suit down and started to pump me with increasing tempo from behind. Fully submitted now, I arched my head back and it rested on his shoulder as he pumped away. His tongue eventually darted into my ear and then he started to kiss his way down my neck and onto my. The rest of the night was a truly fun occasion, even if it seemed a blur in terms of the gang-bang at times. We all had fun with it, at least, from the dancing that various pairs did while Kathy got busy, to the fluffing (and there was more than a little of that from the ladies), to the snuggling, to the movie on Netflix (Dracula Dead And Loving It), to the just plain voyeurism and jokes about the gang-bang. Kathy took it in stride and was a good sport, as was each man, as her snatch became. “Yes, there. More. Oh my God, more! Keep doing that right there. Now, you can add a finger, two fingers in me please and suck my clit while you fuck me with your fingers.”I found it exciting that I could make this woman moan and cry out like she did as I explored my way around her taut body. She arched her body, giving me a different angle to her depths as she reached a massive orgasm. She screamed out, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Her body shook and trembled as in a spasm.At the height.