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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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