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      wedding anniversary

      Sunday, January 12th, 2020

      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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