I texted Stacy a picture of Melissa stretched out nude on the bed after we'd finished the night before. My byline was, 'Wore her out. Hope you had fun... Love, me.'I got a quick reply, 'Teenagers! No stamina. My God, she's so sexy. I've got to get me some of that. Send more pix. Love you. S'A couple of seconds later, I got another photo from my wife. She was being spit roasted. Steve had his cock in her cunt, obviously working hard to bring her pleasure, and she had one of the other cocks in her. They had clearly had a few drinks and fancied their chances with a woman showing off in a hotel bar, maybe thinking that she was a prostitute looking for clients. I rejoined the table and passed my wife her drink. The men looked unsettled despite their level of intoxication. I reassured them that it was fine and encouraged them to act like I wasn't there, and to keep talking to my wife. We continued to drink and the other men discussed my wife body as she smiled politely and did everything she. I was so filled up with cum that when I gagged it would come up in big globs and drip down my chest onto my cock. Speaking of my cock, it had been through all sorts of use. The guys sucked it, stroked it, slapped it and played with it. I had a metal sound stuffed down my cock hole and shoelaces tied my cock and balls into all sorts of positions. My balls were blue from slaps and constant pleasure. I came multiple times but couldn’t remember when or how. The men were absolutely relentless. It. The novelty of having both parents with them had probably kept all of them staying closer to us than they would have been if it were something they were already used to. We spent a pleasant hour or so, running around, all five of us. The children playing on the swings and slides, with the park setting allowing each of them to show off some of their physical skills.At the restaurant, we were greeted and immediately seated and treated like royalty by Grace and Marie. Phone calls were made, and.