Holiday pool room gangbang

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My soon to be ex-wife and myself were having one of our usual rows in a quiet little pub while on holiday in Skegness. I won't name the pub in case the Landlord gets in trouble. Karen did what she always does when in a mood, hits the top shelf and gets drunk. Shes older than me at 47, slightly overweight, bleached blonde, 38D, you could say mutton, in fact i will. By 11.30 all that was left in the pub was Karen, myself, a few locals, the Gaffer and his barman. The doors were then locked to stop anyone else entering, so it was obviously going to be a lockin, which suited me fine. By 1am everyone was hammered, singing, dancing, having a good time. Karen was trying to make me jealous on the pool table by cocking her leg over it, showing cleavage, the usual flirty stuff which was getting the attention of the local lads sat by the pool table. She was struggling to reach one shot and a youngish lad was showing her how to hold the cue properly. She was clearly shoving her arse into his groin as he perfected her technique which bought giggles from all. She was trying her usual best to embarass me but it wasn’t going to work this time. The young lad’s face reddened and he looked at me apologetically. I was determined not to let her win. ‘Don’t mind me mate’ i laughed, and went up the bar for more drink. I returned with my usual lager and double vodka & red bull for Karen, about her 8th i think.
‘This is Jason’ she said as she took the drink from me. He couldn’t have been older than 19. ‘Hes my new toyboy’ she slurped. He headed for the toilets and i followed. ‘If she makes a play for you don’t mind me’ i assured him. ‘I enjoy a good show’ i laughed. We returned and it was decided we’d play ‘Killer’, £1 in. Then Karen piped up ‘strip killer, i’ll break’. There was £7 on the table to the winner which nobody seemed interested in due to Karen being the only female, who was only wearing a dress, bra, panties, and flip-flops which she had already kicked off. She potted one, the next guy missed, removed his t-shirt, i potted one, you get the picture. When it came back to Karen she miscued and went in-off.
She looked at me, sneered, and lifted her dress over her head in one,casting it onto a chair, all in one movement. For 47, shes still fit, and mouths dropped at her audacity.She beckoned the barman for more drink, who duly returned with another double. His name was Danny, and his shot was next. He missed and was down to boxers. In fact it was amazing how everyone was missing fairly easy shots. It came back to Karen and she managed to pot one but went inoff again. ‘Off,off,off,off the lads chanted. My heart missed a beat, i was actually enjoying it, i could feel a bulge appearing in my boxers. Karen looked at me, this time though it was for approval. I nodded, and everyone in the room saw it. She beckoned Danny to unclip her, he duly obliged and her bra fell to the floor. He put his arms around her from behind and first cupped, then squeezed her exposed tits. I realised at this point the pool was over. As he moved to her nipples, tweaking them hard, Karen let out a sigh. She reached behind her and massaged his semi-hard on through his shorts. Jason looked at me, i nodded, and he approached. He sank his mouth around her erect left nipple. Another lad who’s name i havn’t a clue soon had his mouth around her right nipple. She alternated between fondling the 2 lads in front of her with her spare hand until both were playing tents. Between them they then eased down her panties to reveal a cunt the moistest i’ve ever seen. No word of a lie it was actually dripping on the bar floor. They hoisted her up onto the pool table, gently pushing her back onto the cloth. Danny dropped his shorts and a dick about 7” long sprung up. There wasn’t going to be any foreplay. And there wasn’t going to be any protection. He took her feet in his hands, spread her legs wide and thrust his cock into my wifes willing pussy. Karen screamed louder than i’ve made her scream as he thrust in and out of her. He pulled her legs back together to make it tighter, and licked and sucked on her toes as he hammered his cum deep inside her. My cock was straining to get out as i rubbed it under the table i was sitting at. Jason approached, already naked, wanking to keep it hard. Karen got off the table, dropped to her knees and lowered her mouth over his young hard cock. The gaffer approached from behind,(which is why i won’t name the pub), knelt behind her and undid his trousers. He was about 50 and had white old fashioned underpants on which bought a laugh. The laughter stopped when he lowered them and a cock about 9/10” long stood to attention. He held Karens arsecheeks and pushed it about half way up her spunkfilled hole. She gagged as Jason grabbed her head like a football and fucked her face furiously. He came heavily in her mouth and as he pulled out spunk ran down her chin. She beckoned another guy over who refilled her eager mouth with a short fat circumcised dick. The gaffer by now had worked up a head of steam and i could tell he was close. With a groan he gave her her second filling and not long after a second helping was going down her throat. The other guys made their excuses, married, etc. Some can’t perform in public i guess, or don’t like sloppy seconds, who knows. Karen pulled her dress back on, shoved her knickers & bra in her handbag, and beckoned the gaffer to let us out.
‘How was that’ she exclaimed, as we walked to out Guesthouse.
I didn’t need to answer, i gave her the answer when we got back.