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Pacific Island Swinging
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Barbara is not a terrible person and makes no excuses for her bad behavior. Barbara and Dean took a vacation to a resort on an island in the Pacific. The trip to one of those all-expenses-included destinations where they realized anything could happen a bit too late.
Dean and Barbara aren’t what you would call swingers. In truth, they were uncomfortable and agreed they’d change hotels if they could get at least some credit to cover the cost of the rooms. The resort demanded to know why we wanted to leave.
“We’re not swingers,” Dean told the hotel manager.
“Not everyone here is. We have deep sea fishing, scuba diving, and golf. You two can dance at the Perry Como Club.... for squares like y’all at night. Barbara can attend yoga, water aerobics, lay in the sun at one of the clothing-required pools, or an art, dancing, or quilting class while you’re off doing your thing. You, Ma’am, might like tennis or golf with the ladies on our par three course.”
“Oh, Hun, you’d like the manly things, and I can just lay out at one of the non-swinger pools.”
“Well, you’re sure we won’t have extra charges for the non-swinger activities,” Dean asked.
“Everything is inclusive....you’ve already paid for it. However, I can compensate you for a hotel charge in town if you wish. But honestly, sir, you’ve paid for your meals, drinks, tips, excursions, and anything we offer. Why incur additional entertainment expenses? If another couple, single man or woman, hits on you, like your first lady’s motto, ‘Just say no’.”
“Barbara, my love, what do you think?”
“Dean, baby, I really don’t want to change hotels. What I want to do is slip into a bikini, read my book, and get a tan in the sun.”
So, soon, Dean was off snorkeling and parasailing. While Barbara relaxed, unaware, at one of the clothing-optional pools.
If truth be told, Barbara may have subconsciously gravitated to a swingers’ pool. Picking her spot, not noticing or ignoring the signs about Swingers and Squares, she found a lovely sunny spot, spent a few minutes spreading sunblock over her body, and got ready to dive into a romance novel.
“Did you get your back covered, Miss?” the man’s voice rumbled, deep, scratchy, and ever so masculine.
Gazing up from the novel, Barbara beheld a black-as-coal god. The man’s gorgeous swarthy flesh gleamed from his own lotion in the bright rays of afternoon sunlight. With his hands on his hips, an ebony Superman stared at her with lusty eyes.
Fixing his X-ray vision on Barbara, he analyzed her body. Without trying, he caught her attention with the incredible, unexpected view of his limp cock, thick as my wrist, and the cockhead hanging seven or seven and a half inches below his balls.
Dean’s penis was much smaller, and couldn’t compare to the stranger’s girth. Even so, this wasn’t the attraction. The darkness of the man drew me to him, the contrast of his size and color to my whiteness and plump build. After all, opposites attract.
Even with a tan, Dean’s was no more than a pale shade of brown, less than toasted bread. The stranger was dark, almost ebony. The stranger’s cockhead was big and bulbous, like a mushroom cap. It would be a mouth full for a hungry gal, a veritable feast.
In vain, Barbara tried to keep her eyes on his face, but her gaze returned to his cock only moments after each fleeting glance at his face. Arousal surged through her like a flash flood.
“I’m married...my husband isn’t a swinger. I mean, we, um, ah, we ... aren’t swingers.”
“I’m single...so, why don’t we get to know each other and not worry about labels?”
Struggling to maintain composure, Barbara joked nervously, “Well, to be perfectly honest, I can’t reach all that far on my back.”
“Who can?” he said with a deep chuckle. “It would be no trouble at all.” His offer seemed like an indecent proposition as soon offered. His sexy bass voice vibrated with heat.
Kneeling beside her Nautical Chaise lounger, running his hand over her forearm, he touched her insistently, firmly, like placing a brand on her. And Barbara didn’t say no. The stark contrast between his dark hand and her white skin gave Barbara a slight tingle, as did his rough hands.
“Wow!” it came from my mouth before I could stop myself. “Your hands are so hard and callused. Dean’s hands are soft... like one would expect from an accountant.”
“Is that a fact?” he said, more a statement than a question.
“Very much....” At that moment, Barbara's willpower dissolved as she betrayed my husband in spirit for the first time. “You’re quite handsome. Far more attractive and masculine than Dean.” These are words no wife should tell another man.
His hand moved, first to her belly, as he leaned to her, his mouth hovered over hers. “Thanks, you’re hot as hell, baby.”
“Barbara,” she said as his right hand moved to her left breast, pushed up her top, and cupped her tit. He squeezed it tenderly as he pushed their lips together. With his tongue passing between her lips, plump and long, he danced with her tongue, and all thoughts of Dean vanished.
For many years, Barbara had been curious about cheating, about black men, those things decent women never think about or, if they do, never admit. Following their kiss, his hand moved to her face. Those powerful hands caressed her tender flesh, and her emotions took control. Barbara's imagination ran wild. She wondered what it would feel like to have his cock inside me—his smooth, dark skin contrasting with hers in a sensual show of desire.
“We need to go to your room,” Barbara said. Shivers ran over her spine, and goosebumps of anticipation erupted on her hot flesh. Barbara felt dizzy and lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
“No....take a gander,” he told me.
There were men and women on the other side of the pool. They were engaged in intimate contact with one another. One woman had her face buried in a man’s crotch as he leaned back against the wall, enjoying himself immensely. The other gal was bent over at the waist with the fellow behind her thrusting away his hips. Both couples seemed too distracted to even notice anything but their own pleasure.
On the other side of the pool, a girl was kneeling, facing away from them. She bobbed up and down underwater as a tall, muscular black man stood above her. His wide grin told me what she was doing beneath the water. The man standing showed appreciation while her head bobbed underwater. Her head broke the surface every so often, and down she went. Another man, next to the first but on the edge of the pool, gave his encouragement.
Barbara could barely contain her arousal at this scene of depravity and lust unfolding before me.
In fact, there were at least half a dozen people fucking one another. These people are so committed to living out their fantasies. All the time, others, far more others, were spectators — voyeurs if you will — able to watch but not join.
“But.....Dean might come back.” Barbara's heart raced so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest at any moment while desire raged within her.
“Who cares? As far as I’m concerned, he can watch us fuck.”
Again, he kissed Barbara deeply, passionately, and hotter than Dean had kissed her in her life. Easing himself onto the recliner, he lay on her, holding his weight off her. Their lips locked together, kissing with such a fire that her body prickled.
Honestly, Barbara wanted to stop, but she didn’t want it to end. How could she have such feelings at war with themselves? Her heart raced as he kissed her with a passion she had never felt with my husband. He eased onto the recliner and lay on top of Barbara while their lips remained locked together. The heat of his kiss rushed through her body, yet her conscience urged me to push him away.
Those hands on each breast worked Barbara to a hot, sensual intensity, making her body ache for more. Arching her back, pressing herself into the man. A rock-hard body against her soft womanly form, another contrast pushing Barbara further into the void.
Until this moment, Barbara hadn’t touched his body with her hands. Resistance melted under his relentless hands, roaming over her body. Moving her arms around him, Barbara caressed the rigid muscles on his back.
The mammoth cock, which, in truth, was so much larger than Dean’s, stiffened into a black steel rod poking against her belly.
Barbara suddenly realized something at this time? The fact is, she didn’t have an idea when...or how he removed her top or bikini bottom. But he did, and his hand, rough as sandpaper, stroked her snatch with his rough calluses lubricated by her sopping wet pussy. The moment he touched her snatch, the fire rose from deep inside.
A thirsty yearning erupted; their kissing became frantic.
Three fingers shoved deep into her pussy, and he furiously pumped her. With Barbara's legs twitching while the earth moved around her, a craving consumed her. Despite this, he hadn’t put his cock in her. In fact, it rubbed her belly as he was hunching above her. Spreading her legs for him, he settled between them. Pulling his fingers out, he worked the juices over his massive cock.
“Gonna give you a fine fucking, Barbara, girl.”
“What’s your name?”
“Marcus,” he said, and the rumble of his voice filled her chest as he let his weight press on her. With one thrust, he entered her, balls deep.
Barbara's muscles parted to allow him inside her.
“Oh, my fucking god!”
Once he bottomed out, they clutched him tight, longing to keep him deep inside her.
This spattering of applause surrounded them. While cat calls encouraged them to continue.
His rock-hard hips hammered into her with a raw, unrestrained passion. Barbara met him thrust for thrust as they moved in a relentless, pulsing rhythm, each move spurred on by the wild cheers of onlookers. His massive chest pressed against hers, causing her breasts to swell with desire as she felt his hot, hungry body take her repeatedly in a savage carnal dance.
Almost out of control, their bodies undulated in a frantic, frenzied rumble. Barbara's breasts smashed by his assault, sending her mind reeling. And her pussy swelled with the rutting of their passions.
Letting loose of her body, he flicked something on the recliner. They crashed flat. His weight crushed her in such a fantastic way, sending the heat of his flesh through hers. The hooting of the crowd cheered our efforts.
“See how he pounds that beautiful whore?” one woman said. “Take it bitch, show him you’re his equal.”
“Man, oh man, that guy can use his cock,” a man said. “Do my wife next.”
“Oh, my goodness, why is she so lucky?” another woman said. “If I was ten years younger, he might be fucking me like a two-dollar whore.”
After a few minutes, the noise faded into the background. Not unlike the waves crashing on the sand or rocks out in the distance. Sounds, smells, their bodies merging, their sweat mingling.
They were one...united in the fuck
Around us came a barely perceivable drone of the crowd, a clinking of glasses, the smell of wine, sweat, and the flowers around the place mixed. The scent of chlorinated water and suntan oil seemed, somehow....sexy.
Barbara ran her fingertips over his skin, followed by her lips with her tongue. He ran his fingers through her hair and then laced his fingers together behind her head as she nuzzled down his chest.
Barbara opened her eyes, turned her head to the left, and my beloved husband’s eyes met mine. A massive orgasm overtook her, and she screamed.
“Marcus, fuck me harder!”
With the betrayal written on his face, Dean hung his head like a hurt puppy dog. Shame didn’t raise an ugly scowling face or well inside. It held its tongue as she kept my gaze on Dean. Defiant, she renewed her impromptu communion.
With furtive glances, Dean peeked at her. A strange leer on his lips. That was when Barbara knew he wanted this as much as she did. Dean’s eyes were sad, but his small penis stood proudly in his swimsuit. Reaching inside his trunks, he stroked his penis. With his gaze fixed on her, he jacked himself.
“Let me help,” another black man said. He took his penis from him, stroking him. This strange man ran his hands over his chest and concentrated on him. But my dear Dean only had eyes for Barbara.
The lounger squeaked, groaned, and threatened to break under the relentless fucking Marcus gave her.
The rail where Dean stood moved an inch or two at a time. Only it wasn’t the railing moving....it was the lounger. As Barbara shuddered through one climax, another, and another. A roller coaster, with heights unending, with a new one happening close on the heels of one another. Her lust consumed her.
Barbara opened her eyes. Dean and my gaze met for a moment before he looked away quickly. After a second or two, he turned back; the man had pulled down his swimsuit, taking out his equally massive black cock, and pushed Dean down to suck him.
Barbara turned her attention back to Marcus. Wanting to extend my pleasure and forget Dean’s presence momentarily, she gazed into her lover’s face.
Marcus’ plunges deepened into her, causing her insides to clench tightly around him as tremors overtook her body again. Another moan escaped her lips with each new wave of intense pleasure that crashed over them like tidal waves that refused to subside. Marcus groaned above her as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Their bodies merged until they lost themselves in each other’s pleasure and forgot the outside world.
At last, as Barbara's orgasms subsided, Marcus changed to long, slow strokes. Allowing her to bask in the afterglow without permitting her to hit bottom.
With deliberate slowness, he picked up the pace, holding at this new speed for a minute, again changing. And Barbara's rapture didn’t subside.
Again, Marcus fucked her like a rag-doll, and she responded and fucked him back. The waves of supreme rapture engulfed her in a mind-blowing orgasm.
At that point, Marcus pulled out, climbed her body, and thrust his cock deep into her throat. Thick streams of cock snot erupted as he fucked her face.
The nut juice found its way to her mouth and nose. Viscous man batter leaked out her mouth and nostrils, over her lips, rivulets running down her chin.
Dean’s new friend hurried his blowjob from my husband. Dean tossed his head back, and in a few moments, his throat showed as he took his thick load without losing a drop.
Dean licked his cock a few times, stood, and whispered into his ear.
They left and entered a bungalow.
His revenge fucking nor his ultimate enjoyment of my cheating didn’t mean we weren’t about to have a knockdown, drag-out fight. Beneath her enjoyment, and,
Barbara enjoyed that fuck more than another other before, hid the fear of losing him.
Only they didn’t fight. They loosened up and experimented, fucking several other people.
Of course, Marcus fucked Barbara for the rest of the week at least once a day. However, none of them compared to the first one.
Marcus had some of his black friends also invited to fuck Barbara, with their massive black cocks deep in her pussy, now a black-cock-only cunt!
In addition to her cunt, Barbara's virgin ass was broken in, and she was truly a three hole slut for black cock. Sometimes these sessions were in the privacy of rooms, but toward the end of their stay, Barbara would perform in public, taking on any and all black men who wanted her.
However, after this, she would allow NO white penises, including Dean's near her.
As for Dean, having the 'opportunity' to suck a black cock, unleashed a latent, hidden, desire to also submit to black cocks.
Seeing Barbara getting fucked by Marcus, and sucking that anonymous first black cock, and then going to a bungalow with that black man, who Dean learned his name was Tyrone, Dean wanted, no, NEEDED, to submit fully to him.
Once in the room, both of them stripped off their swimsuits, and headed to the bedroom to continue.
Laying together on the bed, they kissed passionately, with Dean taking the submissive feminine role.
The black man's cock was getting hard again, and Dean moved down to suck him to full hardness. In addition to sucking the man's cock and balls, Dean moved under and began rimming his ass hole.
Once the tension and passion grew, Tyrone moved on top of Dean, in the traditional missionary position.
With his cock lubricated from Dean's saliva, Tyrone was headed to find Dean's virgin ass hole.
Tyrone was telling Dean: “Take my black cock, and put it in your boi-pussy-cunt! I want to be the first to fuck you.... and after me, you will need more black cock!”
Tyrone slid effortlessly in Dean's ass, and after the initial pain of insertion, began long slow strokes of pleasure for both of them.
After cumming deep in Dean, Dean didn't hesitate to take Tyrone's cock back in his mouth, to clean him thoroughly.
For the rest of their week, as Barbara was getting black fucked, Dean was getting all the gay black cock he wanted. It seemed not many of the white men visitors were as open, and many of the black men on the island took advantage of a willing white man to suck and be fucked by their black cocks.
As with Barbara, Dean no longer had interest in fucking her, and was also now a black-cock-only bottom faggot slut.
Before they flew home, Dean and Barbara were each tattooed: Barbara, three black queen of spades symbols, next to her now shaven pussy, her right ankle and left tit. Dean, a jack of spades on his left wrist, that could be hidden under his watch, or displayed when a black man was nearby, to show his interest in wanting to submit to him.
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Posted on : Nov 25, 2024
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