Benidorm Sex Trip, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2009-10-25. Times viewed: 9522.

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Intro: wife watching, by request, an old story of a true account of a very sexy weekend

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I just had to write and tell you about the crazy time we had in Benidorm. The lads from the club go every November. I had never been before, but was looking forward to my first time. It's a lad's thing, but I had managed to persuade Susan to come with me. I got some stick from the others who made no pretence about going there to find women. I told them that I really didn't want to. They asked about Susan, the only woman with 30 blokes. I don't think they believed me when I said I didn't mind if she trapped off. I meant it. I'm a voyeur. I would prefer to watch my girl being naughty than hunting for another woman myself, but the best I've managed so far is seeing a couple of my mates groping her tits at one of her parties. I wasn't expecting a lot more than that this time, but some of the tales from previous trips had excited me. There was not just our club involved. Clubs from all over England, men and women, got together to create this anticipated orgy. The lads all wanted to make sure that they did get together.

Various clubs combine to take over one of the large pubs in Benidorm during the afternoon and create their own entertainment, some people would sing, some would try to be comedians, but the best was when some got together to perform a sketch. This often involved men dressing up as women, always good for a laugh, or women wearing very little performing dance routines. During all this huge amounts of alcohol were consumed. Then late evening the professionals took over, more alcohol consumed and the men try to trap off with the women, if they could still stand. In the mornings the men would gather round the pool bar, drinking coffee, trying to recover, and boast about their achievements. It was still incredibly warm so this was the chance to get some sun, especially for Susan. The lads were more than happy to gather round her and stare at her tits as she sunbathed topless. Unfortunately she turned down every offer to rub oil on them. She did get to laugh a lot though as the men would try to shock her with their obviously exaggerated tales..

One afternoon, in one of the bars, a guy came on stage dancing to 'sex bomb'. He did a strip tease, but he was no Chippendale. His very large body wobbled everywhere as he swayed to the music, dressed only in his underpants, causing great amusement. Then he took a note out of his wallet and handed it to one of the women at the front. She took her time pushing it into his briefs. Much more laughter, so he got another note and handed it to Susan. Susan gave him a wicked grin and wrapped the money around her finger forming a tube. Then she attacked his underwear pushing her hand right inside. He wriggled about a lot making her giggle and everyone else roar with laughter. Finally Susan peeled the front of his pants down a little, enough to show most of the rolled up note. My naughty girl had wrapped it around his penis which she then pulled out of the waistband of his briefs. Only the money hid it from view. Proudly he danced in front of most of the women at the front, flashing his money, before running off at the end of the record.

Shortly afterwards, he came to our table offering to buy us a drink. Susan accepted, the drinks arrived then he stayed chatting. His mates called him Babe, a joke on his enormous size and because he was the youngest of many brothers. His eyes smiled constantly as he talked forcing you to laugh with him rather than at him. Susan obviously got on well with him as she started to talk one to one with him. It was very difficult to have a group conversation because there was so much noise. The bar had very few chairs, or tables, just the one row at the front. The rest of the place was overflowing with drinkers standing up. Babe had to stand, leaning on the back of Susan's chair, shouting into her ear to be heard, but he managed to make her laugh a lot. A couple of drinks later Susan leaned over to me and shouted, "He wants me to do a striptease". So did I. I nodded my approval, but she laughed and shook her head. Then Babe said something to her and she laughed much more. Then I heard her say O.K.
Babe took a note out of his wallet and knelt down beside her. Susan thrust her pelvis forward to the front edge of her chair then raised her skirt to show us her black nylon stockings and suspenders and her tiny knickers. Susan spread her thighs and I watched Babe begin to slide the note inside her knickers. He held the note straight with two fingers behind the paper and began to feed it into one side of her pants. Slowly he fed it through until part of it came out of the other side. I knew that his fingers were sawing back and to against her naked cunt even though they were hidden from my view by the money. Susan didn't complain. She continued to laugh and showed us all that she had almost half of a 1000 pts. note sticking out of each side of her knickers when he had completed the task. Then she gave me a little kiss and asked me "Did you like that ?" She knew I did. Then she ordered Babe to sit on her chair. She sat on his knee and continued to chat. I heard him shout out that Susan was buying the next round, making us all laugh.

Several drinks later she leaned across to me and told me they had planned a big surprise. I was to stay there and wait for her and make certain that no-one took her chair. She was giggling as she walked off with Babe. I next saw her walking onto the stage with him. He was wearing a nappy, like a baby. My girl was dressed as before. She wore a white blouse and a kilt but she had removed the extra large safety pin from her kilt and used it to create Babe's nappy out of a table cloth. Her chair, that I had managed to protect, was lifted onto the stage and she sat on it, with Babe on her knee. Babe was making crying noises. It was difficult to hear him over all the laughter, especially when Susan laid him across her knee, removed the nappy to show us all his enormous naked bum, then shook talcum powder all over it. She rubbed it in for him, making all of his fat shake. Somehow she managed to get the nappy back on again without revealing any more of him and sit him back on her knee. Then he unfastened Susan's blouse and began sucking on her nipple, live on stage. We couldn't actually see, because his big fat face was in the way, but I know from the expression on my girl's face that he was not pretending.

Then the record ended. To loads of applause the two of them and the chair came off the front of the stage back to our table. Susan sat on the chair and Babe sat on her knee, hiding the fact that the front of her blouse was undone. I stood up to congratulate them and kiss my girl. I managed to see that Babe had his hand inside the blouse, playing with the tit he had been sucking on stage. I moved my chair trying to see better but I couldn't. After only a few minutes my girl complained that he was too heavy and demanded to sit on his knee. She fastened her blouse and pulled the bottom part out of her skirt before she sat down. As she made herself comfortable I saw her take Babe's hand and push it up inside her shirt from the bottom. She knew I could see. Although the shirt was not see- through I could see the shape of his fingers moving about inside, across her tits. After Babe had downed his pint he complained that Susan would have to stand up. She did. He explained that the pin in the nappy was sticking into him. He removed the pin and held it up for me to see then handed it to Susan, asking her to sit down again,

She did. I noticed her close her eyes and push her head back. I looked thinking he had put his hand up her shirt again, but I could see both of his hands. Susan then leaned forward wanting to tell me something. I had to lean forward to allow her to whisper into my ear. I couldn't believe what she said, "He's got his dick inside me". I tried to see, but couldn't. Then Susan sat straight again and began to jiggle slowly. She was giggling. I noticed Babe's wallet had fallen onto the floor. Susan had knocked it off the table. I bent down to pick it up and tried to look up the skirt that she was holding so tightly across her legs. She thoughtfully lifted it up far enough for me to see. Her knickers had gone. I could see her naked cunt and his dick was indeed right up it. Susan pulled her skirt back down again closing my view. She started to bounce a little more enthusiastically as I returned to my chair. I noticed Babe put both hands up inside her shirt and grab a tit with each. He was holding them to slow her down. It must have helped. I recognised the expression on Susan's face that told me she was having an orgasm, in a crowded pub in front of possibly a thousand people, yet none of them knew.

She was only just in time. The show finished and the d.j. was ordering everyone out. Susan had to be very careful standing up. She had to allow Babe to wrap himself in his nappy. She replaced the pin for him. He promised to return it later. Apparently he had invited us to join him for a meal, Susan told me later. He would have to come, I still had his wallet. I was glad of the time alone first. I wanted Susan to tell me everything. We sat on a bench by the beach. I couldn't wait to go back to the hotel. She told me that they had hatched the plan for the show together after Babe had noticed the pin on her skirt and said that she must have a big baby. One thing then led to another and she agreed to do it. They had to go into the gents to get ready, but she said that she didn't feel particularly out of place in there because there were men dressed as women all over the place. She even helped a couple of them to fasten their nylon stockings to their suspender belt, she laughed. Susan had to help him to fasten the nappy. "He stood in front of me, stark naked, whilst I tied it round".

"When we were waiting to go on stage, and we were still planning what to do, he complained because I was wearing knickers. He told me that nothing should be worn under a kilt, so I laughed and took them off. It must be the drink. I don't know what happened to them", Susan told me reminding me that she was still without knickers. She was also short of the pin to hold her skirt together. I noticed the flap opening up in the breeze, showing the top of her nylons. I realised how dangerous walking along the front would be with the sea breeze and her skirt likely to blow open. I suggested we stroll whilst she told me the rest. I put my arm around her, encouraging her to do the same to me, which prevented her from holding it. I don't know if anyone actually got to see her cunt, but her legs got lots of admiring glances. I asked her if Babe had really sucked her tit on stage. "You saw him do it", she replied, then told me, "That was not in the plan. He improvised", then she laughed, loudly. She wouldn't tell me why.

I asked her if he had a hard on. She laughed again, then said she thought he must be permanently hard. He was hard when she first put the money into his pants, she told me. I had forgotten about that. It excited me so much at the time, yet now it seemed trivial. I wanted to hear about him putting it in her and said so. She said, "I wasn't expecting that. It was all because he was feeling my tit. I knew that you couldn't see so I made him swap places so that you could. I told him that so that he would continue. When he complained about the pin I thought it was hurting him. I had no idea. When I sat down again he lifted my skirt and steered me onto it. It just slid straight in. I couldn't believe it. I just had to tell you. I don't think he came though". "You did", I accused. She giggled and confessed that she had. I was about to ask for more detail when we saw Babe striding towards us. It was impossible not to, his huge frame would have been enough, but his enormous thighs could also be seen as his kilt swayed about in the breeze. Susan rushed towards him and greeted him by putting her hand up his kilt, to check. He returned the compliment. "Get your finger out, you naughty boy", she shouted, I think for my benefit, so that I would know what he was doing. She was giggling again. He joined in the game demanding that she let go of his dick first. After that all four hands came back into view.
I told him that we hadn't been back to the hotel yet to get changed. He could see that for himself. I was hoping that he would come back with us, to our room and I might get to see him shag my lovely girl properly. He told Susan that he thought she looked perfect already. Her kilt blowing open to show her stockings and suspenders to full advantage might have aided his enthusiasm. He told me that I could go back if I wanted and they would wait for me. There was no way I was going to leave them alone, not because I was afraid they might get up to something, just that I did not want to miss it if they did. I refused so we all went straight to a cafe and ate English style fish and chips, with wine. The conversation was good. He really was funny, telling joke after joke. He was also a master of accents which helped a lot with his funny stories. I paid for the meal, taking the money out of his wallet, which made him laugh, then he asked us to come and join his mates in a karioke bar for the night.

Of course we went. This bar was much less crowded than the one earlier. There were two long tables, one filled with all his male friends, who found us chairs and extended the table as soon as we arrived, the other filled with women from a ladies darts team. The venue was obviously no coincidence judging from the calls back and forth between the tables. Although each club were from different towns they had met in Benidorm in previous years and had prearranged this get- together. The drink flowed freely as we enjoyed the d.j. singing to his own karioke records. When he thought we had had enough he began to get his audience to perform, taking people in turn from each table, ladies first. Most of them were surprisingly good, including Babe, who we discovered had a really great voice. Much later the gang were demanding that Susan sing for them. Susan has many talents, but singing is not one of them. After conferring with Babe, they agreed to do one together. They sang 'I got you babe', the Sonny and Cher song, badly. They managed to keep their audience happy though by taking it in turns to lift each other's kilt, at the back, and show everyone their naked buttocks.

They were such a success that after a couple more drinks they were called back on stage. Susan was refusing to go up. For a moment I thought I might have to take her home, but Babe took over. He whispered something into her ear. She nodded, then he picked up a chair and carried it onto the stage. Susan followed. For a moment I thought they were going to repeat the sketch from this afternoon but no, Babe sat on the chair. We heard him giving Susan instructions whilst the d.j. found the record he'd requested. He told her to pretend to be a ventriloquist's dummy, got her to sit on his knee then we all saw him put his hand up her skirt and say, "When I wriggle my fingers, you open your mouth" We all heard her squeal "OOOh, I will" and everybody was in stitches before they had started. I was fairly sure I knew where his fingers were. The song was Al Jolsen's 'Sonny Boy" All Susan had to sing was, "What's my name ?" When Babe sang the reply he made an exaggerated stare at her breasts, then looked at the audience, shaking his head. More laughter.

Babe sang the song very well, in spite of the laughter. At the end of the second verse Susan pointed at her own breasts and shook her head. With each reference to son she would stretch her neck towards him. He was beginning to giggle slightly as he tried to continue singing. When it reached the final crescendo, sonny boy, Susan ripped her blouse open and showed everyone her naked tits, whilst shaking her head. The place was in uproar. Babe kept in character. He picked her up like a doll and threw her over his shoulder to carry her off the stage. Susan reached out and lifted the back of his kilt so that his bum was on show as he walked. He had to walk past the girls table first. Most of them slapped his bum. One of the women lifted Susan's kilt so that we could see her bum too. The lads were much more interested in hers as he carried her past them to our seats. One of them stopped him and shouted, "I could eat that pretty little bum" Then he placed both hands onto Susan's cheeks pulling them apart and buried his face in the gap he had created. He was licking her cunt. Susan was just laughing. The lad stopped after a couple of seconds when Babe shouted out, "Hey, that's my spunk your eating" which caused everyone to roar with laughter. Babe put Susan down, then just as loudly shouted, "only joking", which spared her blushes a little.

There was no more karioke. The d.j. announced that it was time to dance. Lads and girls got together at last on the dance floor. We had another drink first. I danced with Susan, then a couple of the other lads did. One was the boy who had tasted her earlier. He was very handsome and danced well too. Babe hadn't danced with anyone. Susan came back and bought him another drink. The dance floor was getting pretty raucous by now. Most of the men had taken their shirts off. Some of the women had too. Some were displaying very clean, obviously new sexy bras, others were topless. Susan was trying to persuade Babe to dance with her. He was asking her if she was up to it, warning her that he got a bit carried away. I didn't hear the response because I got carried away to dance with a lady in a purple bra. They joined us for the next record.

Babe was doing the full John Travolta bit, pulling his shirt off and waiving it in the air. With his shape it still looked funny. Then he pulled Susan next to him. He held her with her back towards him and unfastened her shirt. She was rubbing her backside against his sporran. He didn't pull her shirt off but danced stroking her naked tits whilst she continued her lapdance. Susan took her shirt off herself when the record changed. Her other friend joined them, the two men sandwiching Susan between them. He was also stroking her tits. Susan put her arms around her new partner's neck and held on to him, giving him free access. I just stood swaying with my partner, watching. She took hold of my hand and slid it inside her bra. She was watching too. She must have seen what I did when Babe lifted the front of his kilt and the back of Susan's then steer his erect penis between her legs. He let the cloth go then and rested his hands on her hips as the lapdance continued. He was shagging her in the centre of this crowded dance floor. Sue was hanging onto his mate for support. He was squeezing her tits, Babe was actually banging into her now.

I don't know how many people were aware of what was happening. My dancing partner was. It was not my tit squeezing technique that was exciting her. We both thought that we heard Susan squeal. Lots of people were squealing so that in itself was not noticed, but Babe stopped his hip movement. "He's wiping it on his kilt", my partner whispered into my ear, then giggled. Then we watched Babe lift Susan's legs into the air. He was holding her by her thighs, at the top of her stockings. Her skirt, still without the pin, fell right open. He wrapped her legs around those of his pal, who still had her arms around his neck. Whilst Babe supported her his friend unzipped himself, pulled his dick out and steered it into Susan's cunt. After a couple of attempts he pushed it all the way in. We could both see everything up until then. Now Susan's belly was tight up against his and he could support her himself. He actually danced her all round the dance floor with his dick buried inside her. We tried to follow them round. Nobody else seemed to be aware of what they were doing.

We noticed Susan's partner's legs going, bending further at the knees. He might just have been tiring but I don't think so because Susan threw one of her arms into the air and cheered, then screamed out "Help !" She was in great danger of falling. In my rush to try and help her I accidentally pulled my partner's bra off. She didn't mind. She came to help too. So did Babe. He took charge, standing behind her supporting her by her thighs again, maintaining her position This enabled the other lad to push his dick, which we could see was now hanging limp, back into his pants. He then thoughtfully turned round, holding Susan's legs around him as if he were giving her a piggy back and carried her off the dance floor. We all stood around shielding her, clearing a path. Much the same had happened to other people due to too much drink and they had been carried off to a quiet corner to recover.

The handsome boy that had taken so much interest in her bum managed to find her shirt. He held it over her shoulders and accompanied us. We found a quiet corner. Susan was still clinging onto this lad's neck, her modesty mainly protected by his body. I stroked her face and asked gently if she was all right. She kissed me, then screamed out loudly "I feel great" then turned and said something to the handsome guy holding her shirt then kissed him, tongues, the lot. She broke away and I heard Babe say O.K. in reply to something she whispered to him. "Watch this" she called to me. Babe supported one of her legs and the other lad held onto the other leg, moving out of the way to stand on the other side of her. Babe unfastened what was left of her kilt and pulled it away from her leaving Susan dressed in only her nylon stockings. Her legs were being held stretched apart and we could see her cunt, clearly wet and still open from her activity. We then watched the two men lower her slowly onto her third dick. The handsome one had sat on a chair and was holding his dick pointing up ready to receive her. We watched him manoeuvre it into place then very slowly slide inside. Then the two men let go and she sank down all the way.

We all stood around shielding her from view of the dancers, watching her shag this young man. I stood behind my new friend looking over her shoulder, holding onto her tits, watching my girl put on the performance of a lifetime. Susan even played with her clitoris, then leaned right back to make sure we got a proper view. We could see everything.. Everything except what her hand was doing up inside Babe's kilt. Susan moaned out loudly when she climaxed. I think that was for our benefit, she is not normally so noisy. Her partner did too. Susan thoughtfully wiped the man's dick with a paper tissue from off the table before standing up and allowing him to dress himself. She walked up to me and kissed me. I was still leaning over the shoulder of my friend so Susan's tits pressed against hers. Susan giggled then said, "OOPS ! Not tonight" She found her kilt and wrapped it around her, slid her blouse back on then asked me to dance. My friend was left to dance with the handsome one. She had told me that she liked his dick.

Susan confessed whilst we were dancing that she still hadn't managed to make Babe come. We joked about it with him over another drink afterwards and agreed to go back to his apartment with him. He was sharing with the other two dicks which helped explain the conspiracy. They arrived soon after us with my friend. I got to watch Susan shag all three of them again, this time with everyone naked. This time she did make Babe come. He moaned very loudly and his whole body shivered above her. I also got to watch Janice, my friend, take three dicks. Unfortunately Babe couldn't manage it, even after watching me fuck Susan and showing him how to really make her cum (Her screams started every dog in the neighbourhood to start howling). It was daylight when Susan and I staggered back to our hotel. I don't think anything can ever match that night. My story makes the boasts of the lads from the club seem tame now, but I haven't told them. Maybe they'll get to read this.

 

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