For the Third Instance, [original text]
Last year, I introduced Becky to the world of sharing with an older guy named Burt, and two months ago, she experienced a passionate encounter with a stranger in a field. Now, we were back on the Spanish island of Mallorca, visiting the notorious resort of Magaluf.
We were only twenty-three, fully experiencing the vibrant nightlife and energetic vibes for a whole week. The renowned nightclub BCM was a must-visit; it was famous for its insane foam party. Curious about these foam parties, Becky and I thought we'd give it a try.
I donned a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, happy to ruin them, while Becky wore a black skirt and Halter top. My stunning girlfriend is 5'7", has shoulder-length brown hair, matching eyes, a slender figure, and gorgeous DD breasts.
For the first hour, we drank cheap alcohol. The all-you-can-drink theme night meant the bartenders could add as much as they wished per round. It worked marvelously, and we still managed to get drunk.
A while later, the DJ announced that the foam party would start soon. Becky and I lingered by the sidelines, eager to observe the chaotic scene that ensued. Several huge foam cannons hung from the ceiling.
The crowd was wild and disorderly, starving for the foam. Everybody was drunk and giddy, then a huge countdown ensued with help from a dance track increasing the anticipation. When the foam began to spew, it was a surreal sight, definitely one of the wildest scenes I experienced in a nightclub. The foam flooded the dance floor, drenching everyone in its path.
The whole scene was also hysterically funny. No doubt a groping spree for guys and girls buried among the foam. The cannons continued to spew for a couple of minutes until it became relatively safe.
As the foam slowly receded to a level just above waist height, the cannons sprayed once more. The people escaping the dance floor were drenched to the bone. Some frantically searched for air, overcome by the onslaught.
As I watched, the thoughts of watching Becky with other men gave me an unusual thrill. Instead of playing it safe and staying close to her or making my move, I preferred witnessing her interactions with other men.
Challenging her to enter the foamy mayhem, Becky laughed and commented on my adventurous side. She, too, had an amused curiosity. She cautioned me about her safety if she got separated and lost track of me, even though we agreed she'd raise her right hand to signal if she needed aid.
Staying vigilant for any danger, my heart rate grew faster-than-normal and kept an eye on Becky. As she stepped down the stairs toward the dance floor, she signaled her knowledge of my hidden desires.
Contained within the foamy darkness, Becky danced, swaying to the beat and keeping eyes on me through the foggy substance. Despite her attempts to wiggle free, Dan, one of the grope-friendly men, blocked her path and began to speak to her.
Another guy called Marcus appeared behind her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. True to her promise, my girlfriend gazed around looking for me, realizing their dubious intentions. She was trapped between them, with foam all around.
Intently looking at me, she seemed focused on getting away from the men. However, their masks of friendliness lured her in, inviting her to slowly give in. Becky declared she was having a weekend away with her friends to satisfy Dan and Marcus's insatiable hunger.
Marcus and Dan were now daringly disrobing as their hands groped Becky's buttocks, with starry eyes and thrusting movements. Becky offered no resistance, knowing I was watching her, and her own excitement escalated as a participant in the game.
My mind was a concoction of Russocentrism, voyeurism, and anticipation, and I continued to watch my girlfriend being squeezed by these strangers. No matter how much I wanted to save her, I stood where I was, a mixture of fascination and trepidation.
When Dan leaned in and caressed her, swiping the prelude to a kiss, I was about to rush in to save her. However, they began to laugh together, a celebration of their little conquest. As they engaged in their lewd antics, I drank a pint of beer, obliviously standing aside, watching helplessly as my girlfriend was subjected to a grotesque scene.
Luckily, after what seemed like an eternity, Becky freed herself, making it back to me for debriefing. She had managed to alleviate the uncomfortable situation, and went on to laugh about it later.
Then Dan managed to insert his tongue into Becky's mouth. I guessed he had his hands on or around her waist, but I could see her hands on his shoulders, and I could definitely see Marcus was grinning with his shoulders and upper arms moving.
I was correct in assuming that Marcus was grabbing my girlfriend's firm bottom. But when she allowed Dan to kiss her, Marcus slid his hand between her legs and inside her thong. When she began to moan into the kiss with her eyes closed, Dan tightened his grip on her breasts and squeezed them through the halter top.
My penis was rock hard, and my heart was pulsing in my mouth. I figured others could see the lewd trio, but unless you looked closely enough, they didn't really stick out like a sore thumb. It seemed like it was just the four of us in the club. The background noise faded into the distance.
Then the cannons shot again, separating Becky and Dan. This caused me to panic. I moved closest to the rail, waiting for them to reappear. A few moments of severe nervousness passed.
When the foam stopped falling and the level dropped a bit, Becky emerged, laughing with Dan and Marcus. I was stunned. She was facing Marcus with her large breasts exposed. The halter top was still around her neck, but her breasts were revealed, and Dan was groping them from behind.
She was then turned around to face Dan. He held her tightly with a grin and stuck his tongue back into her mouth again. They appeared to be enjoying themselves. Becky was undisturbed, kissing one man while the other caressed her breasts.
More self-imposed tension was piled on me when Becky broke away from the kiss and grabbed hold of Dan. Her eyes were closed and her face displayed one that was close to an orgasm. Marcus was still squeezing her protruding flesh and Dan appeared to be preoccupied with his hand in the foam.
Despite the tension and worry, I nearly came in my pants watching my girlfriend being fingered and caressed, with her breasts out in a crowded nightclub. I doubted she was the only one participating in such debauchery, but she was my girlfriend and I had incited it. I couldn't even take out my penis and masturbate. It was erotic torture at its highest level.
Unsurprisingly, Dan soon had Becky writhing on his hand in orgasm while Marcus twisted, pinched, and pulled her breasts. Becky clearly wanted more after she regained her senses. The guys attempted to urge her deeper into the foam, preventing her from covering herself up.
I rushed towards the steps, but Becky had freed herself and reorganized herself. A security guard had also taken notice of the situation, so Dan and Marcus let go of my girlfriend and hid among the foam. A few people laughed while a few others gave us glares, but I disregarded them all as I offered an arm around Becky and guided her away from the dance floor.
I imagined she would hate me, yell at me, but instead, she started laughing and dragged me out of BCM, saying we were going to the beach to complete what Dan and Marcus had started. They had brought her to orgasm and now she wanted my penis.
The beach in Magaluf can be quite dangerous at night. The bars were shut and the lighting was barely there. As we walked, me dry and Becky both soaked from the rain and her lust, I offered her my polo shirt.
"Why? I'm not cold and we'll be naked anyway," she chuckled, drunk, and then sprinted towards a heap of piled sun loungers.
I chased after her, cautiously surveying the dark beach for possible threats. I didn't see anyone, so I quietly pulled the first sun lounger down and placed it on the sand in front of the enormous pile as a cover.
"Fuck!" I swore. Becky had removed her wet halter top, mini skirt, thong, and taken off her flat shoes. She then threw herself down onto the sun lounger, giggling and asking me to join her.
"Eat me out, Joe," she exclaimed, running her hands over her large, luscious breasts.
I'm now deep in the action with my girlfriend's arousing fluid coating my mouth. I remove my shorts and boxers, then join her on the sun lounger. Although I'm average sized, Becky is content. With my erection ready, I slide it between her legs, lubricating thoroughly before penetrating her.
"Yes! Harder, Joe!" Becky shouts out under the moonlight. "Uh... Uh... Yes! Yes!"
Two young men must've heard us and decided to check things out since they quietly appeared behind a pile of sun loungers, rubbing their erections through their shorts. I'd guess they're around eighteen, snickering like excited schoolboys as they observe us.
"Should we stop?" I inquire, still fucking Becky. I'm near the point of climax.
"Let them watch," she moans, staring at the two boys. Their presence thrills us.
"Are you a couple or just two horny strangers like us?" The one with spiky hair asks.
I chuckled and checked with my girlfriend. "She's my girlfriend," I tell him. "Do you want to try her?" It's a bold move but Becky laughs. If she didn't, I'd probably end up fighting off the boys.
"Are you serious?" Spiky questions. I paused to let Spikey see how serious I am.
"You can join in," Becky encourages, revealing her naked body on the sun lounger between her open legs.
"Alright!" Spikey cheers, dropping his shorts and moving onto the sun lounger. His size is similar to mine.
"Want to join in?" Lanky queries cautiously, not wanting to get involved in a dubious situation.
"Sure," Becky smiles, finding the situation exciting.
"Great!" Spikey exclaimed, thrusting himself into Becky. Her pussy is soaking wet.
"Fuck!" As Spikey drives himself into Becky, Lanky removes his shorts and stands next to her head. His penis is long and hard. He pushes it to her mouth, trying to get her to start sucking.
I quietly withdrew from Becky and stepped back, observing the scene. Spikey was getting close, and I knew it wouldn't take long. I couldn't care less if Becky had an orgasm or not. He reminded me of myself at eighteen.
"I can't believe you share your girlfriend!" Spikey cries out. "Can I shoot my load inside her?" Spikey was nearing his climax. He tried pulling Lanky's hands away, taking control of my girlfriend.
"No!" I insisted, not knowing if Becky wanted him to cum or not.
"Yes! Do it!" Becky screamed over me. Confused, I let her answer the question for Spikey.
"Okay!" Spikey quickly obliged, moaning as he grunted and sank his length into Becky. He encouraged her to cum, too.
"Yes! Give it to me!" Becky demanded, still sucking on Lanky's length. She desires his seed.
Spikey groaned and started thrusting vigorously into my girlfriend. She was moaning, close to finishing.
"Oh man, I'm almost there!" Spikey stated, losing control and ramming his cock inside Becky. As his body trembled, he exploded inside her. "I'm cumming!"
"Yes! Give it to me!" Becky urged him on, on the verge of her climax.
"Yes, I'm cumming!" Spikey cries dramatically as he exploded inside Becky's pussy. He quickly pulled out, staggering off the sun lounger.
"I'm next," Lanky declared, moving to the other end of the sun lounger. He asked Becky to shift her legs towards the edge.
"Am I okay?" I check, standing next to Becky's head.
"Yes," she panted, pushing her hair away. Lanky then asked me to come near her head with my erection in hand.
I sit down, allowing her to crawl towards me. She reaches for my cock, taking it into her mouth.
"She's enjoying it!" Lanky states, getting onto the sun lounger. He positions Becky's legs on his shoulders.
As I watch, Lanky gently pushes into Becky's well-fucked hole. He explains that he doesn't want to hurt her.
"I'm fine. I'm loving it!" Becky urged him, pulling away from me.
"Alright!" Lanky agrees, thrusting himself into my girlfriend forcefully.
I witness my girlfriend lost in lust as Lanky fucks her. He then asks if I'd like to cum inside her as well.
"Yes," I reply. It's the first time it's happened without consent and it's quite scary.
"I'm going to cum!" he yells, and Lanky pulls out, panting.
"Hey, what's your origin?" inquired Spikey while adjusting his shorts. Becky was pleasuring me by taking me into her mouth while Lanky began furiously penetrating her with his long thrusts.
I could not maintain a full erection. The odd dynamic of seeing Spikey beside us in this situation made it even more intriguing, and the way Lanky hammered into Becky was so forceful that she was struggling to keep me inside her mouth. I discretely moved away, hoping that no one else would stumble upon our act.
"Wow, she's tight!" Lanky panted, intensely thrusting his penis into my girlfriend and holding onto her breasts.
"You have experienced something like this before, right?" Spikey inquired with a smirk, his hand re-emerging from his shorts.
I nodded in acknowledgement, feeling somewhat bewildered by my emotions. Spikey was impacting my focus, and it felt as if I was watching my girlfriend in a real-time porn, but he was hampering my enjoyment by making comments.
Becky seemed to be eagerly involved in the experience. It felt like she was with Lanky on the beach rather than with me. My thoughts were disturbed, and I could hardly comprehend the mess of emotions I was encountering.
"Ugh, man!" Lanky exerted, gripping my girlfriend tightly. "I want to cum inside her and splatter all over her!"
"I want it in me!" Becky moaned. "I want it deep inside me!"
"Uhhh! Dirty bitch! I'm about to cum, just for you!" Lanky gasped, pushing my girlfriend as hard and forcefully as he could on the beach.
I gazed at their expressions as they both achieved their climax. I was too preoccupied with Spikey's cheers to reach my own release. While Lanky grunted and clenched his teeth, Becky yelled with her sexual ecstasy, unable to do anything but hold on to Lanky and endure the hard pounding on the beach.
"Alright, buddy!" Spikey joked as Lanky zipped up his pants.
"No, you're fine, man," I replied.
"Thanks for letting us fuck your girl," he chuckled, taking in my girlfriend's sated expression.
Becky weighed in on the compliments, guffawing at their conversation before we left the sun lounger. The pair exited, chattering about whether the incident had actually taken place.
I questioned Becky's wellbeing and walked her back to the hotel, providing comfort through a tender embrace. She seemed fine, just damp from the seawater and cold from being wet, but increasingly cozy between her legs.
In the hotel, Becky and I shared a candid conversation about what had just happened. We ended up kissing passionately as I finger-fucked her soaked pussy on the bed.
She was still very heated from her past activities. I could not run at full speed due to her tales of sexual exploits from the past. As she talked about how attractive she found Spikey while praising Lanky's substantial cock, I ploughed into her used cunt with voracious intensity, trying to reach deep within her.
Becky giggled, mentioning how much she enjoyed my involvement as she narrated Marcus and Dan's assault on her body while we remained on the beach. This feeling of shared, anonymous fucking enticed her immensely.
"Wow, you have two men?" I gasped, intensifying my thrusts deep into her snug vagina.
"Yes!" she replied breathlessly. "I wouldn't have faulted it for either of them, honestly."
With Becky urging us on, I moaned as I climaxed, releasing cum for a second time that evening, hours after completing earlier in her sexually ravaged cunt. We rested on the bed, breathless and tickled by the intimacy of our wild evening.
After verifying our mutual contentment, Becky playfully cajoled, "What do you think about orgies?"
I grinned, explicating, "This was hot. Why do you ask? Are you into orgies?"
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