Joel and I are both 29. He is a rugged, sports mad man who I adore. We met when he came to do some maintenance at the company I work for. It was love at first sight. At 6'3", he towers over me, ( I'm 5'9"). He is also bigger than me where it matters, with a fat 7.5" uncut penis. We had dated for three months when we rented an apartment together. Six months later we were married. We stayed in the UK for our honeymoon, visiting Brighton, the gay capital of England. Joel wasn't my first lover, nor was I his. We had both played the field, my body count was well over 50, and I believe Joel's was almost double, he had also had his fair share of women before he came out. Joel is mostly a top, I'm a versatile bottom.
To celebrate five years of marriage, my husband Joel and myself decided to embark on a European adventure. We packed small suitcases and set off. We crossed the English Channel on Eurostar and headed to our first destination, Paris, where we rented an Air B&B. near the Moulin Rouge in the Pigalle. It had been a very long day, so had an early night, too tired for sex. Joel made love to me in the morning.
We had breakfast in a little street cafe and spent the day sightseeing. Dinner was in a proper restaurant, I had lobster, Joel steak. We then toured the gay bars, ending up in The Labo, naked, drinking Stella Artois. Out past the toilets were dark rooms, something we had only heard about and seen in porn films. With a few beers inside us, we decided to give them a try. Joel went first, I should have been jealous, we had been monogamous since we first met, but something inside excited me. I was getting worried when he hadn't returned after half an hour, so went to look for him, and found him in a small room, shagging the ass of a Frenchman, I walked away with an erection, my hole twitching for cock. In another room, a plastic covered mattress had been laid on the floor. Some lucky chap was surrounded by men giving him a bukkake. He was covered in semen. On further to a sling, do I dare? 'Well, I'm only here once,' I thought, climbed, put my feet in the hooks, and waited. I didn't have to wait very long. I felt lube on my hole, two fingers inside me, followed by a bare dick. He fucked me hard, and bred me. He was quickly replaced by a succession of guys, I lost count, I came hands free after the forth one. By the time I uncoupled myself, cum ran down my legs. I met up with Joel, who had also been fucked, showered and went back to the B&B, knackered, both agreeing it had been an amazing experience, one we would repeat at home.
From Paris we went to Brussels, world famous for it's gay scene, and another Air B&B. With four nights, we had plenty of time to explore. Right now all we wanted was to sample the local cuisine, and make love. We were going to tour the gay quarter, but decided to check Grindr out instead. Within minutes we had so many responses that we could pick and choose. We went for blond twinks with big dicks, knowing they would have better staying power and recovery rates. We made a slight mistake by inviting two guys at the same time. Having contacted them to explain, they replied that they knew each other, and were happy to make it a foursome. With not enough room on the bed for four, we either had to split up, or clear a space in the living room, we chose the latter, and put a bottle of lube close by. They arrived together. As they already knew one another, they suggested that they make out, and we join in as and when. They both had delightful slim, hairless bodies, shaved apart from the hair on their heads, and cocks that outdid Joel's. With them erect, Joel and I knelt and gave them blow jobs. We all lay on the carpet, each with a cock in our mouths. Before we could cum, we moved around, one guy had me rimmed and had me doggy, beside us, Joel had mounted his suitor. We fucked side by side in unison. I came first, being bred shortly after, and we watched Joel fuck his lover, coming to a climax at the same time. We sat around naked, drinking beer, neither our German or their English was very good, but the language of sex is international. Half an hour later they were ready to go again. With both of us spent, they put on a personal porn show for us, kissing, sixty nine, before flip fucking. With them approaching orgasm, they laid side by side and wanked each other. We spent the next day touring the art galleries and museums, having sex in the morning and again in the evening. Our next city would be Cannes, on the Mediterranean.
By the time we reached the Med, temperatures had soared into the mid 30s. We had forgotten suncream, so had to buy some. Another Air B&B, this one more spacious, with a sea view. After all the travelling, we bought wine and had an early night, too tired for more than a blow job. The beautiful, bronzed boys of southern France were a joy to behold, in their bulging speedos, we felt out of place with our lily white skin and Adidas football shorts. For once, we didn't need saunas or Grindr. We were strolling along the promenade when we were hit on by four local lads with rippling six packs. My French, while still not good, was good enough to find out that they were gay students, sharing an apartment together. We followed them home. Indoors, there was a lounge and two bedrooms, each with king size beds. The place looked like it had never been cleaned, with beer cans and rubbish everywhere. Two guy took me to one bedroom, Joel went with the other two. We were soon naked, their cocks huge and looking angry with purple mushroom heads, me in between the two beauties. With one kissing me, the other sucked my cock. They turned me over, one rimmed me, the other shoved his knob in my mouth. Next door, someone was getting his ass filled, (I found out later that it was Joel). My guys swapped back and forth while I wanked. I had cum a long time before they both bred me. It turned out that Joel had a similar experience, except that he was unused to being a bottom.
