Hotwife anniversary at a Caribbean resort

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 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.