Yes

I spotted Kirsty on the edge of the crowd. Her enormous boobs were only just contained in a bright purple bikini top, with a skinny little bikini bottom clinging tightly to the gorgeous curves of her arse. She was talking to another woman with equally huge tits, dressed in a similar yellow bikini. I couldn't hear what they were saying but stopped in the crowd to watch them talking for a while. The fact that I was sandwiched between three horny big-titted women at the time may have had something to do with that.

Kirsty gestured to her boobs, her hands indicating an expanding motion, then she cupped a breast in each hand and jiggled them. The woman she was talking to smiled and licked her lips, looking lustfully at my wife's boobs. Kirsty then put a hand behind her own backside, pretending to flap away a smelly fart, before indicating something imaginary in front of her. I realised by now that she was describing our dinner the previous evening. She pointed downwards in front of her and made an expanding motion with her hands, demonstrating the size of the bulge she had seen in my trousers when I stood up at the end of the meal. I shuffled a little closer do I could just make out what she was saying.

"I'd never been so horny in my life," she said, "seeing that bulge in Billy's trousers and feeling my boobs pressing so hard against my clothes. I was worried they were going to rip, and I wanted him so badly."

"So what did you do when you got to your room?" asked her companion.

"As soon as we shut the door we were all over each other. But I desperately needed to get out of that dress and set these free," replied Kirsty, indicating her giant knockers. "As I bent over to take my knickers off, Billy moved in behind me and I felt his dick probing down there. It was so big and hard, and I was so excited down there already."

"So he took you from behind?"

"Yes, I was bending over the bed, like this," and Kirsty bent over, sticking her arse out and reaching a hand round behind her, "and he stood behind me with his magnificent cock. Oh, it felt wonderful when he put it in me. So big, so hard." Her hand was now rubbing away at her pussy, simulating the pounding I had given her last night. "And as if that didn't fill me enough, when he came it was something else. It seemed to go on for ages, spurt after powerful spurt."

Her companion was clearly aroused by the conversation, her own hand already on her own pussy.

"What happened next?" she asked.

"Well, Billy was still hard and we both wanted more. So I lay back on the bed so he could get a good view of my tits, and opened my legs. He climbed on, but didn't, er..."

"He didn't fuck you straight away?"

"No, he teased me a bit and made me beg for it."

"The cheeky bastard!"

"I wanted it so bad, I'd do anything. I'm glad he did that, it helped get rid of my inhibitions. And it felt so good to have him lying on top of my giant boobies and playing with them while he screwed me senseless."

"Sounds wonderful."

"It was, and then we started getting more adventurous." Kirsty looked around at this point and caught my eye. I was a bit disappointed, I was looking forward to listening to my wife describing what happened next and how it felt to have my cock up her virgin arsehole. But I smiled and sauntered over.

"Here he is," said Kirsty. "Billy, this is Claire. Claire, Billy."

"Pleased to meet you," I said, holding out my right hand for Claire to shake it. Instead, she grabbed it with her left and guided it to her backside, moving in for a kiss on the lips instead. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced as we embraced, my hardening cock pressing uncomfortably against my tight swimming trunks through which it pushed against her bikini bottoms. My right hand squeezed her buttock and then moved between her arse-cheeks and I lifted my left hand to fondle a boob. Eventually we broke away.

"Pleased to meet you, too," she replied, "Kirsty was just telling me all about you."

"All pleasant, I hope?"

"Oh, very," she replied, massaging my bulging cock with one of her hands.

"Hi, babe," said Kirsty, seeming not at all put out that I'd just been snogging and groping this other woman right in front of her. Instead, Kirsty stepped forward to greet me with a similar embrace. Her massive purple-clad tits pressed against my chest as we kissed passionately, each of our hands on the other's arse, pushing our private parts against each other through our skimpy swimming gear.

"Were you telling Claire what we got up to last night?" I asked, unnecessarily, at the end of our kiss.

"Yes, Honey," answered Kirsty. "I told her how your mighty cock filled my hungry pussy, first from behind and then in front. I was just about to tell her what you did next."

"Oh, yes, I can't wait to hear," interjected Claire. "Billy, why don't you tell me what you did next?"

"Ok, well I could see that some of the juice from Kirsty's pussy had run down to her arse," I began.

"So, you took your hard, giant cock and shoved it inside your wife's anus?" Claire finished for me. "This bulging cock here," she said, rubbing my dick again with one hand, "inside this beautiful booty here?" - her other hand feeling up Kirsty's butt-crack.

"Yes, that's right," I answered. Just then, a bell tinkled quietly and the doors into the lunch room glided open.

"Saved by the bell!" said Claire as we started to shuffle forward with the rest of the crowd of guests.