Back in our room

Before I could even reply, Helen reached out and took the hands of the two young men. "Grab our stuff, honey," she called as she walked, hand-in-hand, back toward the hotel. I scooped up the blankets and Helen's bag; I didn't bother with the men's stuff - "Let them worry", I figured.

I quickly caught up with Helen and the men. Walking behind her I could plainly see a stream of cum oozing from her pussy and down her thighs. I couldn't believe that my wife, so pure and demure only yesterday, was going to walk into our hotel dressed only in her micro-swim suit and two beach studs.

Helen was certainly getting attention. Several women gave her nasty looks while a few men looked as if their eyes were going to bug out. I almost laughed as one woman slapped her husband for giving Helen too much attention.

We rode up the elevator without a word; Helen's released the young men's hands and slowly rubbed the hardening cocks through their Speedos. She smiled as the knob of one cock popped out of the top of one man's suit.

I opened the door to our suite, the others hurried in behind me. Wasting no time, Helen dropped to her knees, pulled down both Speedos, and began sucking cock - one and then the other. When she let one cock slip from her mouth, she stroked it slowly though her fist.

I figured that there was no reason for me to miss the fun. I pulled off my swim suit and pressed my hardon against Helen's face.