I walked into the hotel bar. Monday night, plenty of candidates. The bar girls were doing good business. I selected my target and waited impatiently to catch his eye. I smiled and nodded. He smiled back, hesitated, then came over. "Can I buy you a drink?" "No thank you." He went to walk away but I stopped him, he looked confused. I put my lips to his ear and said; "I don't need a drink, I need fucking." He slopped his drink, placed it on the bar and said; "Your room or mine?" "Neither," I replied. "Outside somewhere." He followed me. In the lobby, he said; "I'll just get a condom." I shook my head; "No condom, I want you to come inside me." We found a dark spot in the car park and I bent over the bonnet of a car. My car in fact, I knew that the alarm would not go off. He lifted up my skirt and pulled my knickers down to my knees. I heard his zip come down, then he felt for my cunt. "My god!" He excaimed. "You're sopping wet." As if I didn't know. He eased his cock into me, then reached for my tits, finding them unfettered under my dress. He was quick, exactly what I wanted, grunting as he pumped his load into me. He slipped out and I pulled up my knickers. "Now can I buy you a drink?" He asked. I smiled and told him to go ahead, I would see him back in the bar. He went off with a spring in his step. I waited until he was out of sight and followed. But not to the bar, I rode the lift to my room, where my husband was waiting anxiously. What my five minute fucker had not known was that he was part of a plan. I let myself into the room, hubby was naked on the bed, wanking a magnificent hard-on. "Well?" He asked. I nodded and tore off my dress and knickers. I took hubby's place on the bed, legs spread, spunk trickling. I guided his cock into me, he groaned as his cock was bathed in warm cum. Not just the contribution from my car park quicky, but from hubby's before that. The plan had worked. Sloppy seconds had been hubby's idea, but sloppy thirds had been my embelishment. Hubby would fuck me, I would quickly find a donor for the second helping, then carry it, still steaming, back to hubby for thirds. I came as soon as hubbys cock pushed into me, I could feel spunk running out, down my arse-cleavage to soak into the bed. Hubby came with a roar. As I imaged his cream flooding me, I came again. He rolled off, kissed me and thanked me for his birthday present and was soon asleep. I stayed on my back, thinking about three loads of spunk somewhere inside me. I let my fingers stray to paddle in the mixture. I wondered if my car park cock was still in the bar? Could I milk even more from him. Then find another and another until I had been fucked and spunked by all of them? No cleaning up, just one load on top of the last. A gang-bang. I wanked myself to sleep.