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The Tunnel of Love

Jenny and I had been married for five years when we took a holiday down to the south coast of England. We
couldn’t afford to travel abroad that year so we decided to travel around the various seaside resorts and just have as
much fun as possible. Luckily the weather was great with blazing hot sunshine throughout our vacation. What I
liked most about the heat is that Jenny always feels extra horny and wears as little as she can get away with.
Jenny is twenty eight years old with a stunning figure, deep brown eyes and long dark hair. Her tits are big and firm
and wonderfully responsive to my touch. Her legs are long and slender and look incredibly sexy when she wears her
high heeled sandals. Best of all though is her ass. She has the sexiest, firmest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of
seeing and feeling. Words can’t describe how amazing it looks, whether she’s wearing jeans, a skirt or nothing at
all. Her ass is simply the best.
One of the things I love about going on beach holidays with my wife is the chance to watch other men ogling her in
her bikini. Nowadays there are plenty of young women who wear thongs at the beach. Most of them haven’t got an
ass like my wife’s though. Every time she left our spot on the beach to go swim in the sea I noticed all the men
looking at her, their eyes brimming with lust. The women looked too, but I’m sure that all they felt was jealousy.
A few days into our holiday we moved on further down the coast to an old seaside town in Cornwall. It was full of
old people and c***dren, and I have to say, it was a pretty dull place. I didn’t know places like that existed any more.
It was like we were in a time warp. There were no Blacks, no Asians, and no foreigners whatsoever. Jenny and I are
both from London and whenever we spoke with the locals you could see them eyeing us with suspicion, as if they
expected us to rob them or assault them at any moment.
We arrived around mid-morning and booked into our hotel. As there didn’t seem to be too much to do in the town
we got down to some sunbathing right away. The moment Jenny took off her T-shirt and sarong and stripped down
to her bikini I noticed something in the atmosphere. Nearby families were staring at her, seemingly shocked at what
she was wearing. It was obvious that they were all talking about her, albeit in hushed tones.
“bloody hell, Andrew,” Jenny whispered to me as she lay on her back on a beach towel. “Anyone would think I was
topless or even naked. What’s the matter with them?”
“Forget about it,” I said, feasting my eyes on her gorgeous tits. The string bikini top barely covered her nipples, the
soft but firm flesh of her tits billowing out at the sides. “You look just great. They’re jealous. That’s all.”
Jenny pulled on her sunglasses and relaxed while I lay beside her. After a while she turned over onto her belly. The
bikini bottoms were of the thong variety and caused more gasps of shock from the people nearby. After a while I
noticed that several of them were walking past us, their eyes trained on Jenny’s ass as they passed slowly by. A
couple of teenage boys were sporting obvious erections in their shorts, while I heard some of the older men voice
disapproval to their wives. Fucking hypocrites, I thought. Their eyes lingered too long for them to deny they were
anything but aroused by the sight.
Early in the afternoon we became hungry so we decided to go into the pub just along the beachfront to get a bite to
eat. It was very, very hot by now and as we were going to be coming straight back to the beach anyway there was
no point putting all our clothes back on. Instead Jenny wrapped a sarong around her waist and I just pulled on a Tshirt
to go with my shorts. The rest of our stuff we placed in plastic bag. In the pub some of the locals couldn’t stop
staring at my wife’s tits. Okay, so it was a pretty revealing bikini top, but I didn’t think it would be that unusual

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women to wear in a pub situated on a beach. I began to imagine how they would react if she hadn’t bothered with
the sarong. They would probably go crazy if they saw that much of her ass while she stood by the bar. After we had
ordered some food we sat down in a corner and had a beer.
The pub was very well air conditioned and we ended up spending a couple of hours in there having a few more beers
after we had eaten. Neither of us felt like sunbathing any more. I was of a good mind to leave the town right away,
but by then I was over the limit and couldn’t drive anywhere anyway. We were discussing what we should do when
Jenny noticed a poster on the wall for a funfair.
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“Let’s do it,” she said, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let’s go there. I haven’t been to one for years. Come on. It’ll
be fun.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I never much liked them even when I was a k**. I thought they were pretty boring.”
“Maybe for boys.”
“What do you mean? I thought most boys loved all them fairground rides. More than girls.”
“Yeah, well,” Jenny laughed. “Us girls used to get a different kind of ride there, if you know what I mean.”
“No,” I said, although I had an inkling what she meant and felt my cock stir accordingly. “What do you mean
exactly?”
“You know the young guys who work on the rides. They were always kind of rough, in a sexy way. You know, long
dirty hair, tattoos, ear rings. The rebel type. All the girls went for them.”
“And you did too? Did you have sex with one of them then?” I asked, trying to hide my enthusiastic interest. I was
pretty sure that Jenny knew how much I loved to hear about her past sexual encounters, but I didn’t want to be too
obvious about it.
“No,” she said, then giggled as she saw me deflate in disappointment. “I had sex with more than one of them.”
My eyes lit up and she laughed again.
“God,” she said. “You’re such a pervert. You really love hearing about that stuff, don’t you? Things I got up to
before we met.”
“Yes, I do. I find it really exciting. So, tell me then. What happened with these guys at the fair? How many were
there?”
“Jesus. You make it sound like a gangbang or something,” she said, laughing again. “What kind of girl do you think
I was? I never did anything like that. Basically there was this one guy, a real smooth operator, you know? His name
was Joe. I was with a couple of my girlfriends and he was operating one of the rides. He kept sitting with us while
the ride was going on, giving me looks, chatting me up. Towards the end of the night I went back there after my
friends had gone, just to – I don’t know, see if he was still interested. Anyway, he was just closing up and when he
finished he took me out to this grass verge behind this big tent.
“It was pretty dark but I could see that there were other couples in the same area. I could hear them too. All this
moaning and groaning. It was obvious that they were all having sex. I was pretty nervous. I hadn’t planned on going
too far with him. I was thinking more of just a kiss and a fondle. I wasn’t a virgin but I’d only ever done it once
before and that had been a bit of a disaster. The boy had taken ages getting inside me and when he finally managed
it he came right away, so I didn’t really enjoy it. I really fancied Joe, but I hadn’t set out to have sex with him.
When he took me round the back of the tent I was going to say no, let him have himself a bit of fun, maybe play
with my tits a little, but no more.
“Anyway, as soon as we found a spot away from the other couples, he pulled me down onto the grass and lifted up
my skirt. His hand went straight up between my legs, feeling my panties. I remember he said something about how
wet I was down there and suddenly I felt my pussy juices flowing. I decided there and then to just let him do
whatever he wanted with me. He groped my tits for a while and then he pulled down my panties and climbed on top
of me. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but when I felt his cock inside me I just felt so good. It was so different
than before. He had a pretty big dick and he really knew what to do with it. I’m sure he’d fucked hundreds of young
girls like me before.
“Anyway, I came back the next night, wanting more, but he’d already picked out his latest conquest, and he acted
like he didn’t know me. I was a bit upset but one of the other guys who worked there came over and consoled me.
He said that Joe was always like that. That he never had the same girl twice. Wanted to avoid attachments. So this
guy, I can’t even remember his name, he said he was on his break, and he offered to take me to his caravan, let me
dry my eyes and put my mascara back on. I knew what he was up to but I went along anyway. While he walked me
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over there I felt my pussy getting all wet again. I couldn’t wait to do it again because it had been so good the night
before.
“As soon as he closed the door of the caravan he took hold of me and kissed me. He was a really good kisser. He
was a fair bit older than me, but I didn’t mind at all. I think I shocked him actually. The moment we finished kissing
I reached down and pulled off my panties and then I lay back on his bed. He had probably thought I was some naïve
young girl he was going to have to use all the powers of his persuasion on. In the end I must have looked like some
kind of slut, wanting to get down to it right away. The sex was just as good as it had been with Joe and when it was
over I asked him to do it to me again. I ended up staying in his caravan while he finished his shift so he could have
me again later.”
It was a few moments after she finished speaking that I said anything. My mind was full of images of my wife laying
underneath those guys, letting them fuck her, even though they were practically strangers.
“What about the night after that?” I asked, wondering if there was a third man she did it with.
“They had packed up and moved on by then,” she replied, with a hint of grief. “I was a bit sad at first. For months I
couldn’t wait until the next summer so I could go to the fair again and meet one of those guys. It didn’t have to be
the same ones. Just that type. But it was around then that I started going out with Terry, you know, the one I told
you about.”
Terry had been her first serious boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, and by her account, had taught her all
she ever needed to know about sex. I had come to feel grateful about his affect on her life and her attitude in the
bedroom. She was so open and enthusiastic about sex and I always figured it was down to Terry. She had told me
about several of the lovers she had had before she met me, but none before she met him. Now I wondered if perhaps
she had been that way beforehand. Maybe she had even taught him a thing or two.
“Did you have sex with many guys in between?” I asked. “During those months, before you met Terry?”
“Well, yeah,” she replied nonchalantly. “A few. Nothing serious though.”
“Just one night stands?”
“More like one hour stands, most of them,” she said, laughing in recollection. “And one was a five minute stand.
Literally. Standing up against the wall in an alleyway.”
“Who was that with?”
“I don’t know. Some doorman at a nightclub. He wouldn’t let me and my friends in – said we were u******e, so I
told him I could prove we weren’t just k**s. He knew what I meant so he took me down this alley beside the club
and he fucked me. It wasn’t bad actually.”
I looked into my wife’s eyes. Her pupils were fully dilated, whether from the alcohol or her arousal I didn’t know.
She certainly acted pretty frisky as she told me all about her past. Her hand kept reaching out to feel my cock under
the table. I was already hard and her manipulations made the pressure almost unbearable.
“So,” Jenny said. “Do you fancy it?”
“Yeah, I do,” I said excitedly. “Right now. Where do you want to do it? Back at the hotel?”
“No,” she screamed, laughing her head off. “I mean do you fancy going to the funfair?”
“Oh right, yeah,” I said. “I was only joking.”
“Sure you were. Seems to me you got all excited hearing about my past. Feeling horny, are we?”
“Uhm, come to think of it, yeah.”
“Never mind. You can go for a swim later and cool off,” she said teasingly. “Bit like a cold shower.”
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Jenny asked the barman for directions to the fair and he told her that it was only a couple of hundred yards away
across the road. As he spoke to her he couldn’t keep his eyes off her heaving bosom. I asked Jenny if she wanted to
put her T-shirt back on but she said no, much to my relief. I loved it when other men ogled her. As we made our
way to the fairground I kept noticing men staring at her tits and I had to place the bag I was carrying in front of my
shorts to cover my erection.
It was a pretty dilapidated fairground. Like everything else in the town it looked to be straight out of the 1970s. The
rides were pretty small scale and rather tame, but Jenny had a whale of a time, going on as many as possible. I was
kind of hoping to hear one of the workers flirt with my wife but all they did was leer and ogle her. I figured that my
presence was putting them off so as we were waiting in a queue for one of the rides I told Jenny that I was just
going to the toilet and I would meet her by the Ghost Train in about ten minutes or so. In actual fact I walked off a
little way in the distance so that I could watch her surreptitiously.
Almost immediately she was surrounded by a group of young guys. There were three of them and they all had wild
looking hair and sported tattoos. They didn’t work at the fairground but they were very much the rough looking sort
that Jenny had talked about before. I couldn’t hear what they were saying to her but she was clearly enjoying their
attentions, judging by the way she smiled and laughed with them.
I could see that a couple of people were complaining at the fact they had jumped the queue but they soon quieted
down after receiving some threatening looks. The three guys paid their money to the operator and helped Jenny into
the seat. Then they all crowded in beside her and pulled down the bar. It was one of those rides where you’re stuck
in a little car and it goes spinning round really fast. As it was gathering speed I saw one of the guys reach his arm
around my wife’s shoulder. I couldn’t see clearly but it looked like he was getting himself a feel of one of her tits.
My erection grew back instantly, even stronger than before.
When the ride was at full speed I heard a sharp cry and then saw my wife’s sarong flying through the air until it
landed a few yards away from me. I quickly walked forward and picked it up, keeping my eyes on the ride. Jenny
was still screaming and laughing in exhilaration. I didn’t see how her sarong could have come undone and flown off
like that unless one of the guys had pulled it off her but she didn’t seem too bothered about it.
As soon as the cars stopped spinning and the operator lifted the bars, Jenny rushed out of the car. I saw one of the
guys reach his hand out to touch her almost naked ass. She ignored him and kept walking around, looking for her
sarong. I saw all these men stop and stare at her ass while she bended over, searching for it. I couldn’t see her close
up from here but I knew exactly how sexy she looked in that thong. I made a split second decision and threw the
sarong in the nearest rubbish bin, packing a load of other stuff on the top. I wanted her to parade around like that, in
that skimpy little bikini, with all the men lusting after her. I felt my heart beating rapidly at the thought of them

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getting hard as they looked at her. I noticed that several of them were making comments to her but I couldn’t hear
what was being said. One or two of them even made playful grabs at her ass and she just laughed and shrugged it
off.
I kept at a safe distance, moving away whenever she came towards me. After a while she gave up looking for her
sarong and headed over to where we had arranged to meet. I followed on behind her, getting myself a look at what
everyone else had seen, her lovely backside with only a thin strip of material covering her pussy. As soon as I
caught up with her I stretched out my hand and pinched her on the ass. She turned around with a saucy grin on her
face. I hadn’t expected that reaction. When she saw it was me her expression quickly changed to embarrassment.
“Oh God, it’s you,” she said breathlessly. “Come over here.”
She dragged me over behind a large tent and told me what had happened, not realising that I had seen most of it
already.
“I was on one of the rides and it was going really fast and my sarong just came undone,” she said. “I don’t know
where it is. What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I replied easily. “Anyway, I guess it’s not such a big deal. We’re right next to the beach anyway
so…”
“Uhm, yeah, I suppose you’re right,” Jenny affirmed quickly with a smile. “I don’t want to have to leave yet
anyhow.”
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She seemed to be relieved at my reaction. I was pretty sure that she was enjoying the situation herself, as much as I
was. The way she had grinned when I pinched her ass pretty much proved that. She certainly hadn’t known it was
me. It could have been anyone, any man, giving her a good groping, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact she seemed to
enjoy it.
“Come on, Andrew,” she said, grabbing me by the hand. “Let’s try out the ghost train. I bet it’s really terrible.”
The train carriage was just pulling back into the entrance as we approached. When everybody had got off, Jenny
climbed into the front of the carriage while I went up to the guy taking the money. As I fiddled about in my pocket
for change I noticed the group of guys who’d been on the ride with Jenny. They soon caught sight of her and all
suddenly rushed over to the train. One of them clambered in beside her while the other two got in the seat behind.
Jenny looked over at me apprehensively but I noticed that she didn’t seem displeased that they had followed her
here.
“Are they friends of yours?” the guy operating the ride asked me. “You paying for them too?”
I was about to say no when the thought suddenly struck me what might happen if the guys went on this ride with my
wife too. It would be dark in there and nobody would see what they were doing with her.
“Yeah,” I said, giving him the money. “I’m sitting this one out.”
The train had filled up by now and I kept my back to Jenny as the operator started the ride. Then I turned around
with a surprised look on my face as if I didn’t realise that the train was already moving. I shrugged and Jenny
smiled and gave me a little wave. The next three minutes felt like the longest I had ever experienced. I was
imagining all sorts of things happening.
When the doors opened and the train eventually arrived back all the passengers were screaming or laughing or both.
Jenny had her hands behind her back and it wasn’t until the train stopped completely that I realised that she was
frantically trying to do up the strap of her bikini bra. I could just about imagine that her sarong might have come
loose on the earlier ride but there was no way her bra could have come undone by its own accord. Either she or one
of the young men had done it. My cock was bursting at the thought that one or more of them had had a feel of her
bare naked tits.
Jenny’s face was a mixture of embarrassment, exhilaration and excitement as she climbed out of the train, still
adjusting her bra strap. One of the lads called out to her, asking if she enjoyed the ride. She turned to stare at him
but said nothing. She didn’t need to. Her eyes were on fire with arousal. She took my arm and led me back around
one of the tents and began kissing me feverishly. Her desire was obvious. She placed my hand between her legs and
I felt how wet and warm she was.
“They touched you, didn’t they?” I asked, my voice breathless with excitement. “They undid your bra and felt up
your tits.”
She looked into my eyes for a few moments, long enough to see that my only emotion was lust, not jealousy.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh Andrew, they did. It was…”
“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I did. As soon as the ride started I felt it. The one sitting behind me, his hands fiddling with my bra. I
knew exactly what he was doing, but, I didn’t want him to stop. He undid the strap and pulled it down and then I
felt both his hands on my tits. Oh God, he was really groping me. Then the one sitting beside him leaned over and
moved one of his hands out the way so he could have a feel too. I’ve never felt two different men touching my tits
before. It felt really…naughty. I couldn’t help it. I don’t think I could have stopped them, even if I wanted to.”
“But you didn’t want them to stop,” I said, encouraging her to tell me more.
“No,” she admitted. “No, I didn’t. After a while, the one beside me, he leaned down and began sucking one of my
nipples. The three of them were fighting over me, all of them trying to feel me up. It made me feel so dirty, but so
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horny too. I’m sorry Andrew.”
“Hey,” I said. “Don’t apologise. The thought of those guys touching you, the fact you enjoyed it, it really turns me
on too.”
“There’s something else,” she said nervously. “It wasn’t the first time they touched me. When you were in the toilet
they came on one of the other rides with me. My sarong didn’t fall off. They pulled it off. Their hands were between
my legs, touching me, and I just let them do it. When they jumped in the train I knew what they would try to do, but
I just stayed there. I could have called out. Told you to stop the ride, or something, but I didn’t. I wanted to see how
far they would go.”
“I bet they’d like to go a lot further,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Yeah, I bet they would,” she said, looking back at me with a knowing smile, as if she could read my mind. “Do you
think I should let them?”
“I wish you would,” I said, laying my cards on the table. “I want you to let them do whatever they want with you.”
“You mean like touch me? Feel up my tits and my ass and right between my legs, where it’s all juicy and wet. You
want me to let them do all that?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“What if they want more? What if they want to kiss me, use their tongues on me, in my mouth, on my tits? Should I
let them?”
“Yes, yes.”
“What if they want me to suck their cocks? Should I do it? Should I suck them off?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, barely able to breathe with the excitement.
“And what if they want to fuck me? Stick their cocks inside me. Inside my wet, juicy cunt. Can I? Can I let them do
it to me?”
“Yes,” I said, grabbing her and kissing her passionately. “I want you to fuck them. All of them.”
“It’s very naughty,” she said in a teasing voice. “But I am feeling in the mood, so I guess I might, seeing as you want
it so badly.”
I dragged her back to the ghost train before she could change her mind. I felt bitterly disappointed when I saw that
the young men had all disappeared. Then suddenly I saw them, over by the rifle range, trying to impress some
teenage girls. I looked to Jenny and she smiled then kissed me on the cheek and strutted over to where the guys
were standing. Her hips swayed as walked, her firm buttocks rising and falling in a beautiful fluid motion. She knew
what she wanted and she knew how to get it.
As she approached, the lads forgot about the girls they were talking to and turned their attentions to my wife. I didn’t
know whether they knew she was with me, but I had the feeling that they couldn’t care less anyway. The one who
had sat beside her in the Ghost Train, the one that my wife had let suck her tits, he was the first to make a move. His
hand reached down to cup one of the bare cheeks of her ass and he kept it there, squeezing it softly, as he looked
down at her lovely tits.
Seconds later the four of them moved off. I noticed the girls at the rifle range glaring at my wife in her skimpy bikini
as she took the lads away. They began calling her names like ‘slut’, ‘tart’ and ‘whore’. All Jenny did was put an
extra bit of wiggle in her walk, making her ass even sexier to behold. My cock was pressing hard against my shorts
as I followed them to the Tunnel of Love. The stand by the ride had illustrations of a smooching couple on a
gondolier in a small river.
The three guys began arguing with themselves over who would be the first to ride with my wife through the tunnel.
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Eventually they decided to match coins and the guy who won let out a small cheer of victory. Jenny gave him her
sultriest smile and he quickly went over to pay the man operating the ride. The two of them got into a small boat
which was pulled along a rail through the tunnel. There was a small trough of water to give the illusion that they
were on some romantic trip in Venice. Knowing how horny my wife was feeling, I had the feeling that romance was
the last thing on her mind.
The two remaining guys stood waiting impatiently at the front of the ride for their friend to get back with my wife.
After five minutes or so I began to get edgy myself. I walked over to the operator and asked him how long the ride
takes. He was a gruff looking man, in his forties, with short hair and a stubbly chin.
“You alone?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Uhm, yeah,” I said.
“Look, mate, this ride’s for couples only, see?” he said, looking me up and down. “You want a nice quiet place to
have yourself a wank, you’d best go somewhere else. All right?”
I looked down and realised that he had noticed the throbbing bulge in my shorts.
“No, no,” I said. “I’m waiting for my wife. She’s coming along later. I just wanted to know how long it takes.”
“Long enough, if that’s what you’re after,” he said, winking at me. “Slip me some extra money and I’ll make it go
real slow for you. Give you enough time to get your end away. Don’t get too much business here these days
anyway. The guy in there now, he’s a regular. Picks up different girls all the time, brings ‘em here. I give him ten
minutes alone with her. Usually does the trick. It’ll cost you though.”
“So when’s he getting out?” I asked impatiently.
“Hold your horses. About five minutes left. But he’s paid for his friends to go next. Looks like they picked up a real
goer there. He told me they’re going to ride with her after him. Wouldn’t mind a piece of that myself. Did you see
the ass on her? Fuck me. And that bikini she’s wearing. She must be a right slut.”
“Can I give you the money now?” I asked. “I want to go straight on as soon as the others have finished.”
“Sure,” he said, taking my money. “But what if your wife’s not here by then?”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “She’ll be here.”
I moved away from the man and stood near the two guys waiting for their turn to ride with my wife. I could hear
them talking about her, telling each other what they were going to do with her. I was going crazy with excitement
listening to them describe how they were going to suck her tits and feel her ass and stick their cocks inside her
pussy.
After what seemed like an eternity the gates to the side suddenly opened and the makeshift boat came into view.
Jenny was just clambering off the guy’s lap as she adjusted her thong while he was fiddling about with his jeans. It
looked like he was just zipping himself up, hiding his cock away after having stuck it inside my wife. Jenny’s
mouth was open, her eyes bright with desire, as she sat back down in the boat. One of the guys waiting quickly
stepped up and sat beside her as his friend got out. He winked at the operator and suddenly the boat was on its way
again.
“So?” the other guy asked the friend who had just returned. “Did you do it? Did you fuck her?”
“Course,” he said. “What’d you think we were doing in there? I knew she’d be up for it when I felt between her legs
before. Her pussy was so wet, man. She was gagging for it. And I tell you something else. She wants more. That girl
can’t get enough cock. She’d probably take on every man in town given half the chance.”
“So what happened?”
“Well, I started going slow, you know, just feeling up her tits. But right away she reaches for my cock, pulls it out
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then climbs onto my lap. She pulls her bikini bottoms to one side and just slides right down on my dick. She was
going wild, moaning and screaming like she hadn’t had a good screwing for years.”
I listened on, scarcely able to breathe, as he went though all the details of his little sex session with my wife. I
desperately wanted to relieve my aching cock but I couldn’t do it where I was and there was no way I was leaving. I
just had to wait. When the boat finally came into view again, we saw that Jenny was just climbing off the guy’s lap
again, only this time her bikini bra was down around her midriff. Her lovely big tits jiggled around as she steadied
herself and sat back down in the boat. The young man was grinning from ear to ear and I knew that he had just cum
inside her too.
The operator was staring at my wife’s tits and I knew he was wishing he could have a turn too. The last guy waiting
quickly stepped up and took his friend’s place, his hands going straight for her tits, even before they were out of
sight. Again I listened to the one who had just fucked my wife compare notes with his friend. They both agreed that
she was the finest piece of ass they’d ever had. By now I could barely wait any longer. My cock was just about
ready to burst. As soon as the gates opened again I rushed to the front.
This time Jenny wasn’t on the guy’s lap. She was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down as she
sucked his cock. Even when the boat was fully in view she kept on deep-throating him until suddenly the guy
grabbed her head and groaned as he came in her mouth. When he had offloaded every drop of his cum between her
lips, he sighed and jumped out of the boat. I quickly jumped in there next to Jenny.
“Hey!” the operator shouted. “I thought you were waiting for your wife.”
“I was,” I called out. “This is her. This is my wife. Now turn it on. Turn on the ride.”
I turned to Jenny and she looked at me, eyes ablaze with lust. She began rubbing my crotch furiously and I leaned
forward to kiss her as the boat passed through the gates into the tunnel. Her lips had a sticky salty flavour and as she
opened them I suddenly realised that she hadn’t swallowed his semen. It was still in her mouth. As our lips pressed
together I felt the hot sticky liquid pass between us and I shot my load instantly, creaming in my shorts as Jenny
continued to rub my cock. The pleasure was intense, so much so that I could hardly breathe. I had to swallow the
man’s cum to open up my mouth. Somehow it made the sensation even more powerful.
Jenny felt for my cock which was rapidly losing its hardness. It was too dark to see anything but I could sense her
frustration, her need for more cock, more sex, more ecstasy. I pulled her thong down to her knees and pressed my
fingers against her pussy. It was incredibly wet and I knew it wasn’t only her juices there. I pulled her thong down
further, over her ankles. Then I raised her legs high in the air and leaned my head forward. The moment my tongue
felt the sticky juices flooding her pussy I felt my dick harden again. I could have fucked her now, but I didn’t want
to just yet. I wanted to taste her, taste those men who had just cum inside my wife.
“Yes, go on,” Jenny whispered. “Eat me. Eat my pussy. You wanted me to fuck them and now you’ve got to eat it.”
“You loved it, didn’t you? You loved fucking them.”
“Yeah, I did. And so did you. Now eat me.”
I burrowed my head forward and began lapping away at her cunt. She began to moan as my tongue worked its way
between the lips of her pussy. I licked up the thick globs of semen, savouring the taste and then swallowing it all,
drop by drop. By the time I had cleaned her out with my tongue we were at the end of the ride. I helped Jenny pull
her thong back on just as the gates opened and we were at the entrance again.
I climbed out of the boat and reached a hand out to help Jenny get up. She didn’t move. I looked at her and realised
that she was staring over my shoulder. I turned to see a group of men waiting, staring back at her. They must have
heard what had been going on and came to look at the slut who’d fucked all those men in the Tunnel of Love. One
of them came forward and handed the operator a ten pound note then he nudged me out of the way and sat down
beside my wife. She made no move to stop him as he pulled down her bikini bra and groped her tits. Jenny grinned
at me as the boat moved off again through the gates, leaving me waiting again, waiting for my turn to have a ride
with her so that I could lick out her pussy once more.