Back to the hotel

Helen lifted her head from the stranger's cock. Cum was dripping down her face and onto her T-shirt. Both young men were stuffing their cocks back into their pants.

"Jeff, these are my new friends, eerrr," She smiled; she didn't know their names.

"Hey, man, she asked us," the guys who had fucked Helen started to explain, "we'll get out of here. We don't want any trouble."

"No!" Helen grabbed his arm. "The party is just starting. You should come back to out hotel and have some more fun." Helen blurted out our hotel and room number. "Stop and get some booze... some sweet Malibu for me... and meet us there."

Helen gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be long!" She giggled as she climbed into the car.

I drove back to the hotel as quick as I dared. I didn't want to get pulled over tonight. "Helen, you didn't even get those guys' names." I scolded.

"Oh, honey, you wanted a slut wife; I'm having more fun that I ever have in my life. It's like a huge weigh is lifted off of me. Besides, I didn't know the guys I sucked and fucked through the gloryhole."

We got back to the hotel and hurried up to the room. As soon as the door closed, Helen dropped to her knees, extracted my cock from my pants, and sucked the entire length into her mouth. I realized that it still was fouled from fucking her ass. It was quickly rock hard.

Helen stood up, peeled her filthy clothing, pulled off the bed spread, and dropped down onto the sheets. She spread her legs wide. "Before you show me what you bought, eat me!"

I looked down at my wife's pussy. Cum was oozing out. My cum, the Black guy's cum, the young guy's cum.