At that point, Wanda glanced over and gave them both a very suggestive look.

Tony and Roger grinned and agreed.

Their cocks began to expand instantly at the prospect of fucking the flame-haired woman. And she made a point of staring at the bulges in their pants and licking her lips. Obviously, there was nothing shy or subtle about this lady – certainly not the type to play hard to get.

So they all went up to Tom's room.

Wanda stripped naked immediately and got on the bed.

Tony and Roger undressed. They supposed that Tom would leave them to it, but he surprised them by taking all of his own clothing off as well.

He drew a chair up beside the bed and settled down happily to observe the action. They saw that he hadn't been totally truthful with them, because Tom had a hard-on as huge as either of theirs.

But if the guy was kinky and would rather watch than use his cock, so what? Roger and Tony, horny and three hundred miles from home, were not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. They figured that probably what their host had meant was that he couldn't get his rocks off again, not that he couldn't get his prick stiff.

Although his balls were suspiciously swollen.

They got onto the bed with the naked woman, one on either side, forming a sex sandwich. They began to kiss her. Her head turned from side to side on the pillow as she kissed one, then the other.

Her mouth was hot and mobile and she French-kissed with enthusiasm, swapping tongues and saliva and panting heavily into their open mouths.

"I'm ready!" she sighed.

They looked at each other, then at her.

She giggled, realizing that these polite gentlemen were waiting for her to select lover number one.

She took Tony's cock in her hand, frigged it a bit, then drew him on top of her. Her knees shot up, her feet pumping. She guided his fat prick into her cunt. Tony braced his knees and tightened his ass.