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          wedding anniversary

          Wednesday, April 10th, 2019

          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.

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          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
          handsome.

          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
          erection.

          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
          shuddered.

          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
          body.

          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
          sperm.

          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
          him.”

          “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
          time.

          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
          me.

          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
          arousal.

          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
          that.
          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
          forgotten.

          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
          semen.

          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
          stud.

          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
          vagina.

          “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
          them.”

          “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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