On to the Tiki Bar

I fully intended to fuck Helen again, but I also had another idea to further my once pure wife's downfall. I pulled her up from the floor, picked up her scattered clothing and, handing her only her shorts and T-shirt, ordered her to dress.

Helen smiled at the two Black men, took her clothing, and dressed quickly. The multiple loads of cum covering her body instantly soaked through the thin fabric. I half-pulled Helen back through the porn store. With obvious globs of cum dripping from her face and hair, and with her nipples hard and very visible through the cum-wet shirt, she got more than a few lustful looks and comments as we hurried out.

I led Helen to the car and we sped out of the lot and back toward our beachfront hotel. Helen didn't say a word the entire ride. I parked the rental car in the hotel lot and half-pulled Helen around the hotel and into the beachfront Tiki Bar.

It was late, almost closing time for the bar, so there were only a few die-hard drinkers left in the tropical themed bar. I led Helen up to the bar and ordered two drinks, a beer for me and a Zombie for Helen. Handing the drink to my wife, I told her the bar was closing soon and that she had to finish her drink quickly. Helen gave me a smile and chugged the potent drink.

I looked around at the remaining drinkers: six men of varied ages and sizes and one well-built woman who looked to be about 40. All of them were well-liquored. I raised my voice and announce that my wife wanted to party and that they were all invited. Reaching down, I ripped off Helen's cum-soaked T-shirt.

The sight of Helen's beautiful, naked tits got the attention of everyone in the bar. Before anyone could react, I grabbed Helen's hand and pulled her out of the bar and out onto the beach. I noticed a forgotten blanket on a beach chair, so I grabbed it and brought it along.