The car hummed along the coastal highway, the salty tang of ocean air whipping through the open windows as Mark glanced over at Liz, his voice low and thick with that familiar mix of arousal and submission. "Come on, babe, you know how hot it gets me thinking about you spotting some fit guy at the resort and just letting loose. Imagine his thick cock stretching that tight pussy of yours while I watch, maybe even hold your legs open for him." Liz laughed, a sultry sound that filled the space between them, her sundress riding up her thighs as she shifted in the passenger seat, the fabric whispering against her skin. She turned to him, eyes sparkling with playful hunger, her nipples already stiffening against the thin cotton. "Oh, Mark, you're such a dirty cuckold enabler. You really want me to find a couple of strangers, let them pound my cunt raw while you jerk that little dick of yours? Feel their cum dripping out of me later?"

Their banter flowed like the waves crashing nearby, Mark's hand resting on her knee, fingers tracing higher as he encouraged her slutwife side with every filthy word. "Fuck yes, Liz. Tease them, flash those perfect tits, let them know you're available. I want to see you on your knees sucking one guy's balls while the other fucks your face, spit and precum everywhere." Liz moaned softly at the image, her hand slipping between her own legs to press against her dampening panties, the heat building as she described her fantasies in turn. "Mmm, and you'd clean me up after, right? Tongue deep in my stretched cunt, tasting their loads mixed with my juices. God, the thought of two cocks at once, Jake and Ryan or whoever, ramming into me from both ends while you kneel there, hard as hell and useless." The air in the car grew heavy with their shared lust, her fingers now circling her clit through the fabric, the wet sounds subtle but unmistakable.

As they pulled into the resort's palm-lined driveway, the tropical heat enveloped them like a lover's embrace, the scent of frangipani and sunscreen mingling with the distant splash of pool water. Liz's cheeks flushed from their conversation, her body humming with anticipation as they checked in, the lobby buzzing with attractive guests. Mark whispered encouragements in her ear while they waited, his breath hot against her neck. "Look at that guy by the bar, Liz. Bet he'd love to bury his face in your ass, lick your puckered hole before sliding his dick inside." She squeezed his hand, playing along with a wicked grin, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential playmates, the fantasy already making her pussy clench with need.

The bellhop led them to their suite, the ocean view stretching endlessly from the balcony, but Liz barely noticed as she pulled Mark close, grinding against him. "This place is perfect for me to be your little whore," she purred, her hand cupping his growing erection through his shorts. "I can already picture bending over for some stranger's cock while you watch from the corner, stroking yourself." Mark groaned, submissive and eager, his fingers dipping under her dress to feel the slickness between her folds. "Yes, do it. Make those fantasies real. Let them use every hole."

Their arrival settled into a rhythm of unpacking and exploring the grounds, the resort's vibrant energy amplifying their desires. Liz spotted two athletic men by the pool—Jake and Ryan, laughing over drinks—and felt a thrill shoot through her. "Them," she murmured to Mark, pointing subtly. "I bet their dicks are huge. Want me to go flirt, let them know my husband wants to see me get fucked senseless?" He nodded, voice strained with excitement, the cuckold thrill making his balls ache. "Go on, baby. Tease them. Tell me every detail later while I eat your cum-filled pussy." The sun beat down, sweat beading on her skin as she sauntered over, the game beginning in earnest.

The sun beat down, sweat beading on her skin as she sauntered over, the game beginning in earnest. Liz's hips swayed with deliberate intent, her sundress clinging to the curves of her ass and the swell of her tits, nipples poking visibly through the thin fabric as she reached the two men lounging by the pool. "Hi there, I'm Liz," she said, voice low and honeyed, flashing a smile that promised trouble while her eyes raked over Jake's broad shoulders and Ryan's toned legs. "Mind if I join you? My husband over at the bar thinks I should make some new friends." Mark sat perched on a stool at the poolside bar, nursing a drink with one hand while the other adjusted the growing bulge in his shorts, his gaze locked on her every move as the cuckold heat flooded his veins.

Jake grinned, patting the lounge chair between them, his eyes already dipping to her cleavage. "I'm Jake, this is Ryan. Damn, Liz, you look like you came here to play." She settled in, crossing her legs so the hem rode up to reveal the edge of her damp panties, and leaned forward, letting them catch the scent of her sunscreen-slicked skin mixed with the faint musk of her arousal from the car ride. "Play is exactly what my husband wants," she murmured, sipping the cocktail they ordered for her, her tongue licking a stray drop from her lip in a way that made both men shift uncomfortably. "He gets off on watching me flirt with guys like you—tall, fit, probably packing some thick cocks that could stretch me out." The words hung heavy in the air, her hand brushing casually against Jake's thigh as she described how Mark had begged her to find strangers to fuck her senseless, her pussy already throbbing at the thought.

An hour stretched out in the tropical heat, drinks flowing freely—margaritas turning into shots that loosened tongues and inhibitions. Liz laughed at their jokes, her fingers trailing along Ryan's arm while she whispered filthy details about her fantasies, like how she wanted two hard dicks filling her at once, one pounding her cunt while the other choked her with cum down her throat. Mark watched from the bar, heart pounding with submissive arousal, his own cock straining as he imagined the scene unfolding, occasionally catching her eye and nodding encouragement when she flashed him a wicked grin over her shoulder. Sweat trickled between her tits, and she didn't bother adjusting her dress when it slipped lower, exposing the tops of her nipples to their hungry stares. "My husband loves cleaning up after," she confessed during one round, her voice husky, legs parting just enough to show the wet spot on her panties. "Tongue-fucking my sloppy pussy after it's been used and filled."

The banter turned electric, Liz describing in crude detail how she'd drop to her knees right there if they wanted, sucking their balls one by one while Mark jerked off in the corner, the wet sounds of her mouth on their cocks echoing in her mind. Jake's hand found her knee, sliding higher, and she moaned softly, pressing into the touch without letting it go further yet. Ryan leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he asked what she liked, and she answered with raw honesty—deep thrusts that made her squirt, ass slapped red, tits squeezed hard while they took turns. Another round of drinks arrived, the sun dipping lower, her body humming with need as she ground subtly against the chair, clit aching for attention. Mark's texts buzzed on her phone: "Go for it, babe. Let them know you're their slut."

By the time the hour stretched into a haze of laughter and lingering touches, Liz's cheeks were flushed, her panties soaked through, and the two men were rock hard, their bulges obvious as they stood. "Our room's just upstairs," Jake said, voice rough with want. "Want to come show us what that husband of yours is missing out on?" She glanced back at Mark, who raised his glass in silent approval, his expression a mix of agony and ecstasy, then turned to them with a predatory smile. "Lead the way. But only if you promise to use every hole like the dirty whore I am." They headed off, the promise of raw, pounding sex hanging thick between them as the resort lights began to glow.

Mark's pulse hammered in his ears as he trailed behind at a discreet distance, his cock already half-hard from the sight of Liz's swaying ass disappearing into the elevator with Jake and Ryan flanking her like hungry predators. He hung back until the doors slid shut, then took the next one up, his mind racing with every filthy promise she'd whispered to them. When he reached their floor and stepped into the hallway, the shock hit him like a slap—Jake was sliding a keycard into the door directly adjacent to their own suite, Ryan's hand already cupping Liz's tit through her dress as she laughed that low, slutty laugh. The three vanished inside before Mark could process it, the lock clicking with finality, and he fumbled his own card into their room with shaking hands, slipping inside to press his ear against the shared wall.

The first sounds came muffled but unmistakable: Liz's moan, deep and throaty, followed by the wet smack of lips on skin and a zipper yanking down. Mark sank onto the edge of the bed, shorts tented painfully, as the noises sharpened—Jake's voice rumbling, "Fuck, look at these tits," then the slap of flesh and Liz gasping, "Suck them harder, bite my nipples while Ryan fingers my cunt." The wall transmitted every detail, the slick squelch of fingers plunging into her soaked pussy, her juices audible even through plaster as she panted, "God yes, two thick fingers stretching me already, just like my husband wanted." Mark's hand slipped into his shorts to grip his aching dick, stroking slowly in time with the rhythm he heard, precum soaking his palm while Liz's cries escalated into "Deeper, fuck my hole with those fingers, make it sloppy for your cocks."

Hours blurred in a haze of escalating filth leaking through the wall. Liz screamed when they bent her over, the headboard slamming rhythmically as one cock—probably Jake's, thick and relentless—pounded her cunt with wet, meaty thrusts that made her juices splatter audibly. "Pound that pussy, fill me up, stretch my walls till I squirt," she begged, her voice hoarse, while Ryan's grunts mixed in with the slap of balls against her ass and the filthy squish of her stretched hole taking every inch. Mark heard her choking on the second cock, gagging wetly as Ryan fucked her throat, spit dripping in strings, her words garbled around the shaft: "Cum down my throat while he rails my cunt, make me your cumdump." The men took turns, switching positions with loud slaps and laughs, Liz howling when they double-teamed her, one dick buried balls-deep in her pussy and the other stretching her ass, the rhythmic pounding shaking the wall as she came repeatedly, her squirts audible in the splattering sounds and her broken sobs of "More, fuck my holes raw, fill them both."

Mark stayed rooted there the entire time, edging himself without release, balls drawn tight as the marathon stretched on—three hours, then four, the sounds ebbing into low murmurs of repositioning before surging again with fresh wet slaps and Liz's demands for harder thrusts, deeper penetration, cum pumped into every crevice. He imagined her tits bouncing, sweat-slicked and marked with handprints, her cunt gaping and red from the relentless pounding, cum already leaking down her thighs between rounds. His own submission burned hot, cock throbbing untouched now as he listened to her beg for loads, the men's groans peaking in tandem with her shrieks.

Finally, near midnight, the door to the adjacent room opened and closed, footsteps approaching. Liz slipped into their suite alone, the tropical night air clinging to her skin along with the heavy musk of sex—sweat, cum, and her own arousal thick on her body. Her sundress was askew, nipples raw and visible, thighs glistening with thick white ropes that trailed from her swollen, puffy pussy lips down to her knees. She locked the door behind her and spread her legs right there in the entryway, voice husky from hours of screaming. "Get on your knees, cuck. Clean every drop from this used cunt."

Mark dropped instantly, tongue lapping at the salty, bitter loads oozing from her stretched hole, the taste of two strangers' cum mixing with her tangy juices as he sucked and swallowed greedily. Liz moaned above him, grinding her sloppy folds against his mouth while more thick globs spilled out, coating his chin and tongue. "That's it, eat their cum from my wrecked pussy, taste how deep they fucked me." She came again on his face, fresh squirt mingling with the mess, before pulling away to shower. Steam filled the bathroom as she washed the evidence from her skin, emerging clean but glowing, then announced casually while toweling off, "I'm heading to dinner with Jake and Ryan. They want another round after, maybe bring me back even messier for you." She kissed his forehead, already reaching for fresh clothes, leaving him aching on the floor.

Mark remained kneeling there for long minutes after the door clicked shut behind her, his tongue still coated in the lingering taste of strangers' cum and her slick arousal, cock throbbing untouched against his thigh as the room filled with the echo of her casual promise. He eventually rose, cleaned himself minimally, and made his way down to the resort's open-air restaurant, positioning himself at a shadowed table across the patio where he could watch without intruding. Liz sat between Jake and Ryan at a corner booth, her fresh sundress hiked high on her thighs, laughing as she fed Ryan bites from her plate while Jake's hand disappeared under the tablecloth, fingers clearly working her freshly cleaned pussy based on the way her eyes fluttered and her hips rocked subtly forward. Mark's breath caught as he saw her spread her legs wider under the table, letting them both take turns fingering her openly, the wet sounds barely audible over the music but visible in the slick shine on their knuckles when they withdrew to lick them clean. She leaned in to whisper filthy things, her hand stroking their cocks through their shorts, nipples hard and obvious as the fabric of her dress slipped down one shoulder.

Dinner stretched into a slow tease of touches and whispered filth, Liz moaning softly when Ryan slipped two fingers deep into her cunt right there, pumping them in steady rhythm while she gripped Jake's thick shaft under the table and described how she wanted them both again. Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat, watching her cum quietly once, thighs clamping around Ryan's wrist as her juices coated his palm, her face flushing with that insatiable hunger. Afterward the three rose and strolled toward the beach path, Mark trailing far behind as the moonlit sand crunched under their feet. The ocean breeze carried their laughter, and soon Liz was peeling off her dress entirely, tossing it aside before wading nude into the warm waves with both men, her tits glistening with saltwater, ass flexing as she reached down to stroke their cocks to full hardness. They fucked her there in the shallows, Jake lifting her onto his shaft first for deep, splashing thrusts that stretched her pussy wide while Ryan sucked her nipples and fingered her ass, the water churning around them; then they switched, Ryan pounding into her from behind with short, powerful strokes that made her gasp and beg for more, but neither man came, pulling out with wet pops to leave her panting and needy as they dried off and headed back.

Back at the resort, Liz led them straight to the balcony of the adjacent room, the sliding door left cracked so Mark could hear every detail from their suite as she dropped to her knees between them. She sucked Jake's cock first, taking him to the root with gagging wet sounds, spit trailing down her chin onto her tits while Ryan slapped his dick against her cheek and called her a filthy married slut. They bent her over the railing next, Jake slamming into her pussy with relentless force, the wet slap of his balls against her ass echoing across the night air as he grunted about how tight and sloppy she felt, her walls clenching around every inch. Ryan took her mouth at the same time, fucking her throat in rhythm until she was drooling and choking, then they flipped her to ride Jake while Ryan worked into her ass, the double penetration making her scream out in raw pleasure, juices squirting down Jake's thighs with each brutal thrust that shook the balcony furniture. Mark listened from inside, stroking himself slowly, hearing her beg them to use her harder, fill her holes, mark her as their whore, the men's groans mixing with the rhythmic pounding until both pulled out to paint her back and ass with thick ropes of cum without finishing inside.

She returned to their room near dawn, skin flushed and marked with handprints, cum cooling on her body as she spread her legs for Mark again. He knelt immediately, tongue lapping the fresh loads from her swollen cunt and stretched ass, swallowing every bitter drop while she ground down and moaned about how deep they'd fucked her. Once he was done cleaning, she pulled him into the bathroom, straddling his chest on the tile and letting a hot stream of piss cascade over his face and chest, the acrid warmth soaking him as she sighed in relief and told him what a good cuck he was for taking it all. They showered together afterward, her soapy hands stroking his aching cock under the spray until he finally came with a shuddering groan, ropes of his own cum mixing with the water at her feet while she kissed him softly and whispered about the next day.

Later, spent and clean, they collapsed into bed where Liz curled against him, her body still humming from the night's use, and allowed him to slide inside her gently at last, thrusting slow and deep until he spilled again inside her well-used pussy as she whispered encouragements.

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