As they entered the outdoor area of Mary’s Draught House, Elizabeth suggested that Charlie, her husband of over thirty years, go ahead and have a seat at the bar and wait for her.

“I need to visit the ladies’ room, babe. Go ahead and order drinks if you’d like.”

“Bourbon slushie for you?” he teased.

“Dear God, no!” she laughed.

“I know what you like; no worries, my love.”

When she was done powdering her nose and reapplying her lipstick, Elizabeth joined her husband at the bar and found a Beached Mule waiting for her. She also noticed two very handsome men chatting with Charlie and being overly chummy for strangers, so she assumed he must know them.

On closer inspection, she noticed they were ferry boat captains. Charlie probably recognized them from his regular work travels to Mackinac Island. She raised an eyebrow at the Bourbon Slushies in front of each of them, hoping these captains had finished a shift and weren't about to begin one.

The one sitting closest to Charlie caught her look and grinned. “No worries, it’s quitting time for us, and we thought we would indulge a little before we travel back to the mainland as passengers.

Elizabeth relaxed and flashed a smile. “Of course. No better place to indulge on the island than Mary’s.” She took a big sip of her drink, wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and made a yummy noise. “Ahh, so refreshing and delicious.”

The man sitting furthest from her made eye contact and smiled seductively. “Better than sex?” he asked forwardly.

She laughed. “There’s nothing better than sex… when it’s done well.”

Charlie laughed and said, “This is my wife, Elizabeth. Liz, this is Terry and Joe.”

“Hello, Terry and Joe,” she said warmly, looking mischievously over her glass as she took another sip.

Their return greetings seemed innocuous enough to the casual observer. But the lust in their eyes told a different story. It was a story that made her body tingle. So much so, she used her right thumb and forefinger to spin her wedding ring, her sign to Charlie that she wanted more than drinks with these men. She sighed, imagining what it would be like to have all of her holes filled.

Charlie grinned, catching her signal, and leaned over to Terry and Joe to whisper something. Their eyes lit up like horny frat boys being offered a free keg of beer. Nodding, they sucked down the remains of their Bourbon Slushies and suggested Liz do the same.

“Suck down that Beached Mule, Red, and we’ll follow you back to your hotel so we can all enjoy a different kind of sucking.”

Elizabeth chuckled. These guys were not exactly smooth talkers, but a quick glance at their crotches suggested they’d be fun in bed. Charlie paid the tab, and the four of them walked a couple of blocks to the hotel.

Fortunately, the desk clerk was busy on the phone and didn’t seem to notice that Elizabeth had left with one man but had returned with three. She climbed the two flights of stairs with them hot on her heels, sexual tension looming.

By the time she opened the door, Liz’s pussy was already wet. She’d had just enough alcohol to lose her inhibitions, but not enough to lose her good sense.

“You’ll find condoms in the night table drawer, gentlemen. Give me a moment to freshen up in the bathroom.”

She turned to Charlie and asked, “Are you watching or participating?”

He laughed. “I’ll start by enjoying the view. If it feels natural, I’ll jump in.”

With his wife in the bathroom, Charlie grinned at Terry and Joe.

Joe laughed. “I’m guessing you’ve done this kind of thing before.”

“My wife enjoys sex. Lots of sex. She’d break me in two if I tried to handle all that by myself.”

“I’ve always heard that redheads are wild,” Terry quipped.

“Wild doesn’t even begin to describe my wife.”

Moments later, Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom in a lacy, royal blue teddy that hugged her in all the right places. A convenient slit in the middle of the crotch area provided access to her sweet, juicy pussy.

“You look good enough to eat,” Terry said. Joe nodded in agreement.

“That’s the idea, gentlemen. Who wants to taste me first?”

When she got no answer, Elizabeth lay down on the bed and chose for them. “Joe, you get between my legs and show me what you can do with that tongue. Terry, bring that cock over here so I can suck on it while Joe eats my pussy.”

Charlie chuckled as he watched the two men scramble to do what they were told. Then he sat in the chair and felt his arousal grow at the delicious oral sex show unfolding before his eyes.

Elizabeth sucked on Terry’s balls while he stroked his cock. When it was at full mast, he slid between her lips and pushed into her mouth. Obscene squelching noises ensued in her throat as her body writhed while Joe hungrily lapped up her nectar.

Charlie could tell that her climax was close when her hips bucked and her back arched.

“Mmphfckk!” she tried to cry out, but Terry’s pole was firmly lodged.

Watching his wife being used like a fuck toy was making Charlie’s cock ache. But he remained an observer as the men switched places.

Joe’s cock was not as big as Terry’s, so Elizabeth was able to take him so deep in her throat that her nose was touching his belly. Terry did what appeared to be an adequate job of eating her pussy, though Charlie could tell he didn’t have quite the same finesse as his friend. Still, after a few moments of vigorous feasting, Liz began moaning and writhing. She came quickly, squirting her erotic elixir.

Terry came up for air, his chin dripping, and he grinned at Joe.

“Hey, I think it’s time we fucked this horny bitch,” he declared, putting an amused look on Elizabeth’s face. She didn’t mind dirty talk, didn’t care if they talked about her as if she were just a slut to use or a body to fuck.

Charlie grabbed the condoms from the night table drawer and said, “Wrap ‘em up, boys. One of you can take her pussy, the other can take her ass. And while you’re fucking the shit out of my slutty little wife, she’ll be suckin’ my cock.”

“Fuck yeah,” Joe said enthusiastically. “Let’s make this slut airtight. I call dibs on her asshole.”

Terry nodded. “Works for me. I can’t wait to slide into that pussy.”

Once they donned the condoms, Charlie directed the action, having Terry lie on his back so Elizabeth could ease herself down onto his aptly wrapped cock. Joe got behind her, lubed up her puckered star, and pushed the head of his dick into her ass.

“Oh, fuckkk!” Liz cried out.

“Yeah, you little cum slut, I’m gonna fuck your ass nice and hard.”

Once the guys were able to establish a thrusting rhythm, Charlie grabbed hold of Liz’s head and guided her to his aching shaft.

“Open up and suck your man’s dick, you dirty little whore,” Terry commanded. “I wanna see you completely filled with cock!”

For nearly ten minutes, all three holes were ruthlessly taken. Her pussy, ass, and mouth were ravaged and…

“Elizabeth? Hey, Earth to Liz,” Charlie said.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I asked if you wanted another Beached Mule. But I’m guessing you’ve probably had enough, considering you barely said goodbye when the guys paid their tab and left.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just daydreaming about being taken like a slutty little whore by the three of you.”

“You weren’t rude, but I wish I had known you were down for some dirty fun. I probably could have convinced them to come back to our hotel room with us. It's been a while since we’ve actually played with others, so I guess I didn’t think you were serious when I saw you turning your ring.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “No worries, you and I can go back to the room where I will tell you all about my little gangbang fantasy. We can act out each part, and you can enjoy all three holes.”

“Mmm, fuck, you make me so hard, baby.”

Elizabeth grinned at his obvious bulge. She didn’t need a gangbang. Charlie’s rod would give her plenty of satisfaction… guaranteed.