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        Well, it’s obvious that she plays the flute; the question remains – does she swallow the music?


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            wedding anniversary

            Thursday, October 25th, 2012

            We were spending our third wedding anniversary on this
            sun-drenched Caribbean island. It was wonderful-
            sensuous moonlit tropical nights with the surf lapping
            at the shore; days around the pool and hanging out at
            the beach bar. It was intoxicating.


            Now we were in our cottage with the stranger that we
            had met at the bar. John, my husband and I had become
            acquainted with him when we were enjoying our rum
            drinks, and found him pleasant and charming. We invited
            him to join us for dinner, and he readily accepted.

            While we were showering and dressing for dinner, John
            remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said not
            really but that wasn’t quite true, as he was quite

            After Keith joined us we had a delightful island
            dinner, followed by music provided by a steel drum
            band. We had more drinks and soon the men were taking
            turns dancing with me. As the evening wore on I found
            that Keith was holding me closer as we danced, close
            enough that I could feel his thighs pressing against
            mine, and close enough that I could feel a beginning

            It was exciting, feeling the desire in this handsome
            stranger, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a
            slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the
            rum drinks and enchantment of this island was having an
            effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband.

            When it was time to leave John invited him back to the
            room for a night-cap (as if we didn’t have enough
            already, and I wondered why he invited him this time of
            night) He readily accepted and now the three of us were
            lounging around in our cottage enjoying another drink.
            John was leaning back in and arm chair, appearing
            sleepy, but still aware, and Keith was sitting beside
            me on our bed.

            My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the
            lights so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why
            he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage
            of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me
            against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was
            going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next
            thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. No
            response from John, so the stranger kissed me again. I
            was sure that he was aware of what was happening, so
            why didn’t he say something?

            After another kiss he swung me around so that I was
            lying flat on the bed with this stranger beside me,
            holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards John-I knew
            he could see, even though we were in shadow, but he
            said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was
            he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to
            find out.

            When he began to unbutton my blouse I did nothing, and
            I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra
            which opened in the front. I allowed another long kiss,
            and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. I was
            flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events.
            I looked at my husband again-I could see his eyes but I
            couldn’t see his expression. I couldn’t believe this
            scene that was unfolding, and I couldn’t believe that
            he wasn’t saying anything. Did he want this stranger to
            make love to me?

            Everything about this island, this setting, the
            distance from home, and the drinks we had consumed lent
            itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be
            getting to all of us. The stranger was caressing my
            nipples with his finger-tips till they stiffened, and
            then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts,
            and I was becoming more and more aroused.

            I wondered if my husband had an erection-the stranger
            certainly did-I was very aware of the pressure against
            my leg.

            His fingers dipped down to my knees, sliding under my
            skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my slip and
            skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart,
            his hand now between them, stroking and caressing them,
            finally pressing against my panties.

            I felt myself moistening, becoming more aroused as his
            fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, finding
            my moistness. I moaned softly when his finger moved in
            me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again
            when his finger found my clitoris.

            I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his
            trousers and underwear, and I thought now John is going
            to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to
            him, “Don’t strip me.” But he whispered back, “I’ve got
            to take these off,” meaning my panties.

            John was leaning forward trying to hear what we were
            whispering. Did he want us to go ahead? Did he want to
            see this stranger doing it to me? I could feel his very
            hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close
            to doing it with this man-being penetrated by him.

            I raised my hips to allow him to pull my slip and skirt
            up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waist-
            band of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took
            a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This
            scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I
            lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off,
            and now open to him.

            He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing
            my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved
            between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look
            at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light,
            now pulling his chair closer to us.

            There was no way now that we could stop, and I lifted
            and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed
            the huge head of his cock against me, moistening the
            tip before beginning to push. I felt myself opening to
            the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he
            pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. At that
            moment I came, trying to stifle my groans as I

            He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me,
            gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully
            impaled on this huge cock, giving a hoarse cry. It was
            done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering
            me-I wish I could see if he was as hard as this
            stranger, but I knew he wasn’t this big.

            He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me,
            finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling
            out each time, then thrusting in me, pushing against my
            cervix and uterus.

            It was so intense, this large and very hard cock slowly
            fucking me with my husband watching. I forgot about him
            as this stranger began thrusting more powerfully into
            me, my body moving with him.

            It was do erotic, this scene right out of a hard-core
            movie. This stranger was having his way with me, taking
            me with my husband watching, doing nothing but
            observing this stranger fucking me, seeing him doing it
            to me. The way I was turned, with my legs and thighs
            lifted, he had to be able to see his cock moving in and
            out of me, shiny with my juices.

            The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing made it so
            exciting, so intense. I was soon shaken with another
            orgasm that came so quickly that I cried out, my legs
            and arms clutching him as warmth flowed throughout my

            He held himself fully into me till my climax subsided,
            and slowly began moving again, thrusting steadily,
            taking plenty of time, lifting me to another erotic
            high. I made no attempt now to be quiet, my gasps and
            moans louder and louder, filling the room. He was soon
            pushing powerfully into me, and his cock seemed to
            swell. I knew he was about to come and I said “don’t
            come in me.” I wasn’t protected, and I didn’t want to
            get pregnant by this little episode.

            He didn’t say anything; he was getting close; and I
            found myself approaching another climax. Just as the
            waves of erotic feeling were building I gripped him
            with my legs and said “don’t stop!” As I shuddered and
            convulsed his hands gripped my ass pulling me into him.
            I felt him impale me fully, groaning, his cock swelling
            and spurting against my cervix, filling me with his
            semen. I gave a cry as he flooded me, emptying his cock
            in me.

            It was so intense, this stranger filling my unprotected
            uterus with his semen, and my husband watching this man
            having his way with me, watching him emptying his cock
            in me, seeing his own wife awash with another man’s

            He finally moved away from me, but I lay there with my
            legs spread, emotionally exhausted, feeling his
            stickiness on my thighs. He got up and dressed, giving
            me a quick kiss, and saying “I’ll leave you two now,”
            and smiling as he left, obviously very pleased.

            I turned up the lights and looked at my husband. His
            penis was out and he was wet where he had ejaculated on
            himself, so clearly he had enjoyed watching his wife
            getting screwed by another man.

            I said, “I never knew that you wanted to watch me
            getting taken by a stranger. I thought that at any
            moment you were going to intervene, and I let him go
            ahead, thinking that soon you would call a halt. I kept
            waiting for you, but you let him go on and on, and
            finally I realized you weren’t going to make him stop,
            and then I was so far along that I was helpless-I was
            just so wet and hot that I just spread my legs for

            “I didn’t know it would go that far. I thought we could
            string him along a little, and then send him out the
            door. But then I got caught up in the scene. I got so
            excited watching him working on you that I was in a
            daze. I never thought I would get so excited watching a
            stranger seducing you and having his way with you-I
            just can’t believe it. And then when you he got your
            panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost
            came. And when he penetrated you I couldn’t do anything
            but watch-watch him screwing you, and hearing you
            moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you,
            fucking you so thoroughly- I just came.

            “I never would have thought I would come watching my
            wife taken like that, and fucked so well, seeing him
            come in you. It was even more exciting thinking about
            you risking pregnancy letting him come in you. This
            never would have happened if we were at home. This
            island just got to us.”

            We went to bed but it was a long time before either of
            us went to sleep. We were both re-living that event.

            In the morning we were greeted with another with
            another beautiful tropic day. After breakfast we went
            to the pool. It wasn’t long before Keith showed up
            again, and with a friend whom we hadn’t met. He
            introduced us to Tom who had come with him on this
            vacation. Keith said nothing about the events of last
            evening, but I’m sure he told Tom about our interesting

            We had a day at the pool, at the ocean, and at the
            beach bar. The drinks flowed, with Keith buying most of
            them, and late in the day we were feeling more than
            relaxed. We accepted their invitation to dinner, and
            after dinner the dancing started. I danced with my
            husband, and each of the other men. With the after
            dinner rum drinks we were feeling more than relaxed.

            John soon folded, leaving the other two men to dance
            with me. Both of them used the opportunity to pull me
            in close, thigh against thigh, hands sliding down below
            my waist till it seemed that everyone was watching us.
            I was getting aroused but at that point I called a
            halt to the dancing.

            I was surprised when John invited them both back to our
            cottage for a night-cap. We settled in with some drinks
            and soft music. I wondered if those two strangers would
            try to seduce me, and if so would John stop them. I had
            my answer soon, the two of them sitting on each side of
            me, and with my husband watching they began caressing

            John again dimmed the lights, so it seemed he was
            permitting them to continue. How far would he let them
            go? Did he want to see them taking me, doing it to me?
            I didn’t think he would let the two of them screw me.

            I was feeling the effects of the drinks so I was
            determined to go with the flow. If he wanted to see
            these two having their way with me, then I was going to
            enjoy it. Somehow it would be a lot more exciting with
            him watching, watching his own wife being serviced by
            these studs. It couldn’t get more erotic than that.

            They seemed to understand that they had our permission
            to proceed, so they began to strip me, beginning with
            my dress. Working together they removed my dress, then
            my bra, exposing my breasts which they began to caress.
            I raised my hips so they could remove my slip, and when
            they gripped my panties I hesitated, looking at my
            husband. He smiled and nodded, so I lifted my ass again
            and they slowly removed my panties.

            I lay there naked, with only my thigh high stockings
            remaining. As they looked at my naked body, admiring
            the view, I was flushed and trembling. They both
            stripped, than continued their caresses, stroking my
            thighs, spreading my legs, touching the wet lips of my
            vulva, stroking me there, my cunt tingling with

            Keith moved between my open legs, mounting me. I raised
            my knees and opened my thighs fully as he moved his
            very hard cock against me, pressing firmly, spreading
            my lips as he pushed into me. I groaned as he entered
            and began filling me, pushing steadily till he was
            fully into me, feeling the pressure against my cervix.

            He began stroking into me, steadily fucking me,
            carrying me to an erotic high. He thrust faster and I
            felt him swelling and throbbing as he erupted, his cock
            spurting into me, triggering my climax, my arms and
            legs gripping him as I cried out, my body shaking.

            When he lifted off me, Tom quickly took his place
            between my legs. I was so wet and open that he entered
            me easily, quickly pressing his full length into me. He
            was very excited watching his friend screwing me, and
            he was thrusting into me for a very short time before
            adding his semen to his friends. I climaxed again when
            I felt him spurting into me. They wanted to take me
            again, but John didn’t want them to have seconds with
            me, and I think that was because he had already come,
            watching them having their way with me, watching them
            fucking me.

            They soon left. I said, “That was pretty erotic.”

            And John agreed.

            “And I don’t think we should do that scene again.”

            Again John agreed.

            However the next day they were hanging around me like
            flies on honey, clearly wanting a repeat performance,
            even though we said we weren’t interested. But as the
            evening wore on and the drinks kicked in, I was once
            more fucked by those two as John was looking on,
            obviously aroused by watching them between my legs,
            having their way with me again.

            The next day the two of them left, so we had a chance
            to recover from our amorous evenings, but there was
            another interesting event. Peter, the black life-guard
            at the pool seemed to know about our activities, and he
            made great efforts to be charming, likely wanting to
            get me in the sack.

            He was handsome and muscular but I had no interest in
            crossing the color barrier. It appeared that other
            white women at the resort were not so discriminating,
            and were enjoying liaisons with black men, including
            our life-guard. We made it clear that we weren’t
            interested-but he was persistent, hanging around,
            eyeing me a lot. I was flattered by the attention as he
            had a lot of women to choose from, but I didn’t
            encourage him.

            However, on our last night there, things changed. We
            had been drinking more than usual, and after dinner we
            continued, enjoying the steel band, and dancing. Peter
            showed up, chatting with us and then asking me to
            dance. I looked at John and he smiled, giving me
            permission, so I accepted.

            We had more that one dance, and on the fast dances he
            was spinning me around, and I could feel my short
            skirts lifting higher and higher, and I’m sure that my
            bare thighs were in view above my stocking tops, and
            maybe even my panties. Gradually he was holding me
            closer, especially on the slow numbers, and I could
            feel his body against mine, feel the heat of him, and I
            was beginning to be aroused.

            Between dances, he joined us at our table, drinking
            with us, even buying drinks. I looked at John, a
            question in my eyes, but John just smiled, ignoring me.
            I wondered if he was going to invite this black man
            back to our cottage. I got my answer, as looking at me
            and smiling, he invited him for a night-cap.

            Peter readily accepted, and I wondered if my husband
            wanted to see a black man between my legs. I didn’t
            think so, but I wasn’t sure; that would be entering
            forbidden territory.

            At our cottage John poured drinks, and it was soon
            evident that our charming life-guard was interested in
            more than a night-cap. He kept eying me, eying my legs
            which had fallen open slightly, eying my breasts, and
            it was clear he wanted to be between my legs.

            I was quite sure that he knew all about our adventure
            with those men that left, and perhaps that was why he
            was emboldened. He moved beside me, putting his arm
            around my shoulders, and told John what a beautiful
            women I was. Smiling John agreed.

            I thought this has gone far enough-I had never had sex
            with a black man before, and I didn’t want to start
            now. Also, my pussy had just recovered from the
            pounding that I had received from those two studs that
            left. And lastly, I was not on any birth control
            protection when they fucked me, so I had already taken
            a risk. But secretly it had been much more exciting
            risking pregnancy with them. However, I didn’t want to
            risk having a black baby- that would be a little much,
            and difficult to explain.

            At this point John did nothing but pour more drinks,
            sitting down in his chair again. Looking at his groin I
            could see the bulge, so he was aroused again by the
            erotic situation. I thought why not indulge his fantasy
            a little-this time I was sure he wouldn’t let this go
            too far. So I relaxed, allowing him to caress me, even
            kissing him when he turned my face towards him.

            Peter asked me to stand and I did, looking at my
            husband. His hands reached out and unbuttoned my skirt,
            pulled the zipper down and slid my skirt to the floor.
            He barely hesitated before undoing my blouse and
            removing that also. Now I was standing there in my
            sheer half-slip and sheer camisole.

            I turned towards my husband who looked at me, saying
            nothing. As Peter pulled up on my camisole I raised my
            arms to let him remove it, exposing my breasts, the
            nipples now very firm. He looked at John as he caressed
            them, and then he slid my slip to the floor. I was
            standing naked now except for my sheer lacy panties and
            my garter belt holding up my nylon stockings.

            I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I waited
            for John to call a halt, but he did nothing. It was
            obvious that he was giving permission to continue.
            Peter gripped my panties but I held the waist-band as
            he tugged them. Did I want him to go any further? I was
            close to being naked in this man’s arms, and my husband
            was not intervening. I thought alright, if this is what
            he wanted to see I was going to continue. Whatever
            happened would be on his shoulders.

            I let my arms fall to my side, and this stud slid my
            panties to the floor, and I stepped away from my
            clothes. Peter stripped, revealing a very large and
            very thick cock, now almost fully erect-it was huge and
            I looked at it with disbelief, thinking I can’t take
            Before I could respond he lowered me to the bed and
            began to spread my legs. At this point I was so faint
            with desire and arousal I was almost helpless, feeling
            the wetness in my cunt. He spread me wider and moved
            between my legs, mounting me. This was so erotic, this
            black stud between my legs that I could do nothing-I
            was so far gone that all my earlier resolve was

            I was limp as he lifted my thighs and directed the
            purple swollen head of his cock against me, pressing
            firmly. I gasped, feeling it pushing against my vulva,
            pressing the lips open, groaning as I felt him
            stretching me. He pushed strongly, and I cried out as
            he penetrated me, groaning as I felt the size of him,
            gripping my hips as he continued moving into me,
            gradually filling me. I felt like a virgin, my vagina
            fully stretched as he filled me, impaling me.

            My moans filled the room as he began moving in me. He
            fucked me with a steady rhythm and my whole being was
            centered on this cock that was thrusting in me, raising
            me to higher and higher levels of erotic feeling till
            my trembling body clutched him, crying out as I was
            overcome by a climax that left my body shaking and
            quivering. He pulled me fully onto him, and I felt him
            swelling and erupting into me, filling me with his

            I knew it was no good to asking him not to come in me,
            as he had no intention of pulling out. He stayed in me,
            and he barely softened before I felt him moving in me
            again. Soon he was fully erect, and at that point he
            pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees at
            the edge of the bed. I was like a rag doll that he
            could move around at will.

            He pulled my ass up and pushed his fully erect cock
            into me once more, filling me and stroking powerfully.
            It was even more erotic, taken in this position by this
            black man, who was doing things to my body that aroused
            me to a level I had never experienced. I was moaning,
            groaning loudly, crying out as I was ravished by this

            It was so primitive that I was overcome with another
            orgasm, screaming as I shuddered, convulsing as he
            groaned, his cock throbbing, spurting into me again,
            filling me with his sperm. It was so erotic being taken
            like that, on my hands and knees with my ass in the
            air, and my vagina his for the taking. I had welcomed
            the flow of semen in me.

            He released me and I fell forward on the bed, lying on
            my stomach, exhausted. I was aware of him dressing and
            leaving with a thank-you to my husband. I finally
            moved, using the sheets to wipe away the stickiness of
            his come on my thighs-it was still oozing from my

            “I hope you’re satisfied watching that black stud
            having his way with me- he really did it to me. I don’t
            think my vagina will be back to normal for some time.
            He stretched me so much I felt like I was having a
            baby. But I never knew you had a fantasy of watching
            strangers fuck me, and especially a black man.

            “I can’t believe you let him take me, and did you like
            seeing his cock in me when I was on my hands and knees.
            You certainly had a perfect view of him fucking me.”

            “I didn’t know I would be so aroused watching you doing
            it with strangers, and once it got started I was
            helpless to stop them. And it was even more erotic
            thinking that you could become pregnant by one of

            “Yes, it made it a lot more exciting feeling them
            coming in me, and thinking I could get pregnant. And
            knowing you were there, watching them taking me, doing
            it to me, sitting right there while they were fucking
            me was so erotic. Well, it’s not going to happen again.
            And I don’t know what’s going to happen now with my
            cunt and uterus filled with their semen night after
            night, but we’ll find out. This was quite a wedding
            anniversary, and I didn’t have any idea we would
            celebrate it the way we did.”

            We slept little that night, and we packed early in the
            morning, catching the flight for home that afternoon.
            We spoke little on the plane, and I know we were both
            re-living the events on that island. I flushed when I
            thought about it, and I felt myself moistening again as
            I remembered how it felt when I was taken and used by
            those men, and with my aroused husband’s consent.


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