Chapter 1

It was a beautiful Apr mark's Day, 1993, in the mile-high city. My Saint Bridget of two-years and I enjoyed our Irish coffee at a quaint sidewalk café, celebrating our second anniversary and planning our evening out in this groovy city. Denver has the easily night-life in the country with lots of big-name dance band and dance venues, all the extras included, like fog car, black brightness level and optical maser beams. As we sipped our beverage, my curio was piqued when various mass grabbed a unloose, multi-page newsletter from the rack behind us. I reached over and grabbed one. It was titled,"The huitre ”, a local underground rag we'd not seen before. It advertised all sorting of outlaw things, but specialized in sexual perversions.

Lynda and I giggled as we quietly took go reading the lurid, titillating ads to each other. There were offers of cocks for the wife or daughter, gang bangs, swinger invitations, whole kinsperson sex runaway, gay and bisexual game ; almost anything conceivable.

The ads were exciting Lynda."I had no idea people really did this stuff,"she whispered as she candidly played with my cock.

Then I came across one that seemed to be addressed specifically to us. It wasn't the distinctive sex crack. I read it to my married woman,"Seeking unseasoned couples unable to conceive because of manly impotency. We offer a three-month, all-expense paid holiday from June 1st through Aug 31st in the Bahama's to these couples with the end of impregnation. We have a 100 % success rate. Pregnancy is virtually guaranteed. Must be open minded and subservient. racist need not enforce. Call 720-555-1576 for details."

My four-year duty tour in the Air power was coming to a ending at the end of next month and we'd be leaving Laurence Stephen Lowry, the doomed Air alkali, scheduled for closing within a few months. A free, three-month vacation in promised land before I started the search for a new job sounded not bad. The bestow perk of fertility assistance made it particularly matter to ; but we had serious doubts about it. At skilful, this was some form of experimental richness clinic, but on the other hand, and much more likely, this was a solicitation for fucking my wife. And why the reservation ? We were certainly not racist, but subservient ? It sounded very weird, but at the same time, Lynda was very excited about replying. She was obviously turned on by the denotative sex ads, and while the one she wanted to respond to invoke to her maternal nature, she was doubting because of the issue in which it appeared.

"well, what can it hurt to at to the lowest degree call ?"she asked,"If there's a chance this ad is legit and could aid us get pregnant, why not check ?"she asked while discretely squeezing and playing with my erection under the table.

We finished our burnt umber and headed home plate for a romp in the sheets. She sucked my shaft most of the way house and was thrilled when I told her about the young twain in a pickup next to us at the stoplight, intent on watching her. It made her bob her head wildly and stroke my spit-covered shaft cashbox I was pumping a big load down her throat. It took a horn honk to nudge both our car and the pickup through the intersection when the light changed.

"You naughty exhibitionist !"I teased.

As soon as we got home, Lynda was on the phone. As she spoke, I stripped off my wear and lay on the bed, all boned up in anticipation of a flying fucking.

"Hello, I'm Lynda. My husband and I saw your ad in ‘ The Oyster'”, she said, as I listened to her English of the conversation.

"I'm XXIV,"she answered,"and my hubby, Ed, is twenty-six."

"Yes, we've been trying to get pregnant for two years and recently learned that Ed is impotent. We can't afford the invitro thing. So what are you offering ?"

"No, I'm sorry. We already have plan for tonight. We're going to ‘ The Loft ’. I guess you could meet us there if you want,"she replied as she looked at me for concurrence. I nodded my capitulum as she continued listening. She then told him,"I'll be in a red frock. I've got straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and drear optic, I'm five-foot-six and weigh 115. My husband, Ed, is thin also, and five-ten. I'm not sure what he'll be wearing, other than jeans. He has saturnine brown, hair and weighs 170. If you look around, I'm sure you'll find us. Tell me what you look like,"she told him.

"OK, Sean,"she said,"You'll just have to find us then. See you tonight. Bye."

As I lie on the bed, my five-inch, skinny pratfall bounced in the air above my belly. A drawstring of crystallise pre-cum dripped from the head, connecting with my belly. I liked my five-inch cock, but wished it had more girth. Flashbacks to gamey school day gym form showers often hit me at moments like this. It's where I got the soubriquet ‘ Needle shaft ’. But Lynda never seemed to listen and always took good care of it."So climb on, Honey, and tell me about this fantastical, justify trip."

She straddled me, cowgirl, and slid all the way down to my testicle on the initial penetration.

"Oh screw, you're so hot and juicy ; and tight too !"I exclaimed as she began her associate back and xl whirling, knowing she'd be milking me long before she was fix to cum.

"He was interesting, and a bit orphic,"she told me while riding me,"He sounded well educated and told me his proposal was too building complex to brush up on the phone. He said he'd already had various applicant, but only one match would be chosen and that we were perhaps the in effect condition. I'm pretty sure if we went, I'd come back pregnant ; but I think it will be from mortal else fucking me."

"Oh horseshit ! Fuck ! I'm cuming already !"I exclaimed as I lifted my hips for the deepest possible penetration while thoughts of my young lady fucking early men rolled through my creative thinker. I unloaded a downpour of cum cryptical into her belly.

"Oh, you like that mind, huh ?"Lynda said in reaction to my vivid, premature orgasm.

Before I could opine well enough to unionise my thoughts and reply, she had moved her loaded pussy up to my oral cavity."Eat it, Slut, suck that load out of my twat,"she good-naturedly demanded as she humped my face and pushed out a big, thick, creamy mess for me to take back. This had become subroutine for us, a necessity for my married woman to get off. I loved it when she got off that way, holding my head in both hired man and sliding her wet, dripping pussy back and Forth from chin to wind, feeding me my own shipment. Now, with her talking about fucking other men, I fantasized about it being mortal else's cum I was slurping, and secretly found it incredibly exciting. I surprised her, and myself, as my cock was raging hard again and prepare for round two by the time I'd cleaned her out.

"On your knees !"I insisted. As soon as she was in position, in a undivided, swift jabbing, I was glob oceanic abyss inside again, using what was left of my cum warhead for lubricant. I grabbed her rose hip and pumped her concentrated for all of a full mo or Sir Thomas More before splashing her womb with another burden for her to prey me.

"Oh, fuck, that's secure !"Lynda moaned as she once again straddled my human face,"Would you do that for me after I fuck someone else ?"she fantasized as I licked and sucked her sloppy wet pussy.

"Mmmmmm, yeah,"I groaned as she repositioned herself slightly, spreading her pussy back talk over my mouth so I could crowd my tongue into her.

We'd never talked about her fucking another man, not even as a fantasy ; but at this decimal point, it was obvious ; we'd both thought about it. It was thrilling. I boned up again. My little wife turned around so she could suck in on me and play with my marble-sized orchis while continuing to bung me her freshly fucked pussy.

Finally, exhausted, as we lay snuggling in our post-orgasmic bliss, Lynda asked,"Would you really like me to fuck someone else ; in straw man of you maybe ?"

"I've never thought about it,"I lied,"Would you like to ?"

"Maybe. I mean, if you were okay with it. I'd never do anything to jeopardize our union,"she confided,"but if you would wish it, I would do it. When you were eating me out, and I planted the opinion of it being another man's cum, you really got into it. It turns me on to think of you eating another guy's encumbrance. It would be so rouse watching you do that. Have you ever done that ?"

Wow, I thought, this was something I'd fantasized about for twelvemonth, and now my dulcet wife was leading the conversation, encouraging me to percentage her with another man and urging me to eat another man's cum load.

"Um, well, ah,"I stuttered in reaction to her doubt,"You mean like sucked a guy off ?"

"That's not exactly what I envisioned, but make out yeah,"she responded as she held me tightly,"That would be really hot. Have you ever, even as a kid, sucked on a dick and let him cum in your mouth ? It's okeh ; you know. It's actually more than okay with me ; I'd really, really fuck to keep an eye on you do that."

"Ah, well, when I was a stripling, some of my Friend and I used to do that. Then we discovered girls, and kind of let that passion go,"I confessed.

"That's exciting ! Did you like it ? Would you do it again ? For me ? Would you suck on a peter until is spurts in your mouth and let me watch ?"she excitedly blurted.

"I guess, if that would give you happy. I haven't done it for years and never thought it would happen again, but I don't find the estimate repulsive,"I admitted, awaiting her reaction.

"I'd be very covetous if I thought you were ever with another woman, but somehow, envisioning you playing with a man doesn't bother me. It's hot. Will you do it ?"she pressured me, looking for my categoric commitment to suckle a cock to mop up for her.

"Only if we can do it in a three-way. I'll do anything for you ; and would do just about anything to see you with another man's dick thrusting in your pussy ; as long as it's just sex, no excited liaison,"I cautioned.

"Oh, Ed, we're going to have such an adventure ! A whole new life of fun and hullabaloo ! You'll see,"she assured me before wrapping her defenseless body over mine and drifting off for a short nap. I, on the other hand, was way too excited to sleep and decelerate jerked my fragile, circumcised gumshoe boulder clay I spurted out yet another load. I hadn't been this horny since my teenaged years, and it was thrilling.

That evening, we went out for dinner at ‘ The Aroura Steak House ’, one of our deary, and then off to ‘ The Loft'for an evening of deglutition and dancing ; and of course, our highly anticipated merging with Sean. By eleven, we were both getting tipsy and were ready to leave, but in hopes of meeting him, we stayed till closing at one-thirty. Lynda had flirted with various Guy and danced with many of them, something she enjoys and I encourage. It makes me proud and I feel very lucky to be married to such a worthy womanhood, a aphrodisiacal girl that other men just can't resist, even though she's obviously married. I think that's a big character of my desire to portion her sexually. It's the ultimate act of sharing and flaunting what I have. I like the thought of an incredibly lucky guy fucking the red-hot woman in the world only because she's hot for it and I let him have her. All the time he's fucking her, he envies me because I can have her whenever I want. As much as he hopes to birth just one more nooky with her ; he knows he'll only get his rooster into her again if I feel like sharing her with him. But the biggest motivation for giving my wife to another man is the thrill and excitement she'll have as she rides a unknown peter. My hope is that she'd then part her experience with me in every imaginable way ; read : sit on my grimace and feed me his onus while giving me all the inside information of how he fucked her.

As we slow danced the last song of the night, as much as we wanted to meet Sean, we accepted the fact that he was a no-show. Then, a handsome, colored black man of about 35 startled us, seemingly appearing out of thin air as he stood mighty next to us. He was just a couple inches taller than Lynda, was well-proportioned and groomed, and dressed in a stylish blackness, silk shirt and gray dress slacks. He wore designer, amber crank and was adorned with overnice, conservative, gilt jewelry.

"excuse me, Ed, may I have the eternal sleep of this terpsichore with Lynda ?"he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he stepped between us and took her in his arms. I retreated to our kiosk and watched as this man held my wife closer and closer with each measure. Though it was non-white, I could clearly see that he'd managed to hook the hem of her dress and had his big black hand planted firmly on her now exposed, lily white, bare ass cheek. He pulled her against his humping gibbosity while she straddled one of his pegleg and matched his gyrations. I was certain that if the Sung dynasty didn't end soon, he'd be fucking her right there on the saltation level. It really surprised me as I'd never seen her let anyone treat her that way. I just chalked it up to the fact we had been celebrating unvoiced, and she was quite inebriated.

When the music ended and the light came up, the man followed Lynda to our table where he slid in side by side to me, pulling Lynda in after him."You have a beautiful wife, Ed. She's invited me to pursue you home so I can lay out an offer to both of you. I hope that's okay with you ?"he asked, knowing I really had nothing to say about it at that gunpoint. Arm-in-arm with my wife, he escorted us to our car. He gently kissed my wife on the lips and said he'd be properly back with his fomite. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, fix to stick with our old fording date station wagon to the house.

"Who the fuck is he ?"I asked, knowing Lynda was wondering the same. As soon as we arrived, I made drinks, then joined them in the living room. Sean had already taken a rear on the couch succeeding to Lynda, leaving no way for me except to sit next to him with my married woman on the other English. Lynda's lash lay on the trading floor in front of them and her dress was up gamy enough to let out a nicely shaved pubis. Her legs were spread, allowing Sean's handwriting to explore her inside thigh all the way up to her gaping, wet pussy while she squeezed a tumid hump through his slacks.

When I sat, Sean began speaking as if their doings were zippo Sir Thomas More than a free-and-easy hand delay,"First, let me excuse just a lilliputian about the go you read about in my ad. My father owns a private island in the Bahamas and has a rather palatial landed estate there. During the summertime calendar month, he finds it too hot for his liking and leaves it for me to use as I please. Let me show up you some pictures,"he said as he worked his phone with one hired hand while his other was busy pleasuring my married woman. She was far too preoccupied to calculate at depiction, but I saw that it was a beautiful, six-bedroom household directly on the ocean. Balconies from every chamber overlooked the ashen sand beach and sauceboat loading dock that moored several boats, including a thirty-foot cabin patrol car."There is bird service to the chief island ‘ on demand ’, where you may want to chew the fat the shops and eating place. However, there are always gourmet meals available at the house. We have a full-time chef who will cause whatever you like. We also have housekeeping service, so you'll not be asked to do so much as clean your room. All of the staff has full run of the planetary house, but they are very distinct about what goes on there, so don't be alarmed if they enter your room while you are into something you normally do privately. There is no secrecy in the house for anyone. Doors are always unfold and anyone may figure at any time. No need to hide anything. You know ; what happens on the island…"

"Wow, looks bang-up !"I told him,"but what exactly does go on there ? What is it you want of us ?"

"It's really quite simple,"Sean began,"First, some facts. The two of you are desperately wanting a gestation and you are unable to make that happen, Ed. You've considered invitro insemination where you get to choose characteristics of the sperm cell presenter, like backwash, Education level, height and flesh, etc. ; but you can't afford it. What we offer is something even better. You'll actually get to personally know the biological father of your baby. There are four of us who will be vying to seed you, Lynda. All of us have either a masters or doctorate degree. We're all height and system of weights proportionate, have no familial diseases and positively no STD's, verified by tests we'll portion with you. All of us are very well endowed, except for the Amerindian language guy. He's more than adequate in that wish ; but the Mexican and T. H. White cat are as big as I am. The Red Indian has a doctorate in Microbiology, so he perhaps excels in intellect. All of us are generally considered to be handsome, if I may say so without seeming too conceited. I'm advertising in early publications for extra men to join our mathematical group, but doubtfulness I'll find any more to gather my stringent making before next month."

"While on the island, both of you will be expected to be naked at all times. You'll have your own bedroom, but Lynda, you'll be spending your nights in the overlord suite with the cat. Your goal is to turn pregnant and we'll do everything we can to cause that pass off. Our personal target, however, is simply to use and enjoy you. I'll not sugar coat this, you'll in fact be whoring yourself for us, but for a very sound reason ; insemination. You, Ed, may bring together in, sentinel, or just send your wife to our room to be used. Your hot wife is going to cuckold you, but again, for good reason. If you are inclined, none of us object to a puff job from another guy. I mean, close your eyes and the mouth could be either one of you ; right ?"he laughed,"After the vacation, when you get back nursing home, the two of you will give to redefine your relationship. This experience will interchange you. You'll both evolve to a much more sophisticated life style. How you deal with that is up to you ; but while on the island, you will both fully embrace the bawd and cuckold use ; empathise ?"

"But,"I interjected,"You're black."

"Racist need not give. I explicitly stated that in the add,"Sean replied.

"We're not racist,"I told him,"but we expected our offspring to attend like us. How do we explain having a little one that looks more like you than us ?"

"That's up to you. You can say the kid's adopted or from a prior relationship, or you intentionally prefer a Shirley Temple Black donor for invitro. Think about it, former than racism, why would anyone outrightly eliminate interracial sperm for artificial insemination ? So I don't see that having an interracial one is a problem. If you do, then you may want to decline my whirl. Besides, there's always a hazard the whitened guy will fuck a baby into your wife. You'll let us know who he or she looks like to sink the friendly competition among us, but there will be no legal or other liability for the sperm conferrer. That's all we are as far as you are concerned ; just address sedimentation sperm donors. You all right-hand with that ?"

"Yes, absolutely,"Lynda answered without reluctance or consulting me.

"There's just a couple more matter I need to refer. You'll be under contract for the summer, all three calendar month of it. You'll receive prenatal precaution as soon as we know you are significant, but your maternity is not the end of your loyalty. You will persist in to toy with us for the entire summertime. Once we know you are pregnant, we may want to watch you execute with former men without regard to age, looks, or anything else, except of course we'll make certainly they are STD free. There will be no restriction on whom we bring to fuck you ; it could be a Whitney Moore Young Jr. Virgo the Virgin boy from the islands, a big fat man with a bantam gumshoe, or whatever any one of us finds amusing. Should you not get pregnant early on the misstep, you'll be given time off to complete your menstrual cycle. You can expend those dark in your own room."

"This is primarily a fishing excursion for the guy cable. Sex with a clean, healthy, young married slut that we can depend on bareback and inseminate, with no import, is just an additional perk for us. We'll be out on the boat most days, and the two of you are disembarrass to do whatever you like during that fourth dimension. I suspect you'll be sleeping public treasury noon, Lynda, as you'll be up all night. With four of us to serve, at to the lowest degree one will be using you at all hours of the night. Again, I want to remind you, while on the island, the two of you will be nude at all clip. It will remind you of your purpose for being there. And just one more than affair, Ed, the Amerindian language guy is bi. Because it's my house and my dominion, I'll not take a firm stand you serve him, but I won't stop him from trying to seduce you. You'll have to deal with that on your own. As the cuckold, if you choose to bring together us and learn your wife being fucked, or help us know her, you can look to be humiliated. If you can't handle that, you'd best just send your married woman to our way while you stay in your room and jerk off."

"Not a trouble,"Lynda answered for me as I sat there slack jawed.

"Looks like you kids have a peck,"Sean said, then added,"but I've got to sample the commodity before I make such a promise. Is this a good time ?"he asked as he ran his hand completely up Lynda's leg, sliding a thick finger's breadth right into her pussy.

"Actually,"I said,"this is our anniversary. We have programme of our own for tonight."

"But this won't interfere with it, Ed. It will just cause it better,"Lynda objected.

"Fantastic !"Sean responded."Take your wife's wear off for me, Ed."

I followed his focus, and as he admired my wife's eubstance with her firm petty boob and unadulterated pelt, he slipped his hand between the cancel gap between her thin legs and worked two fingers into her pussy.

"Now you, Ed, take off your apparel,"he directed. I hesitated and he went on,"No shyness. You always need to obey, cucky boy. Now strip."

I tried to ignore the fact that another man was intently watching me as I removed my clothing. When I pulled off the last garment, my super hard erection sprang out.

Sean smiled,"Oh shite !"he exclaimed,"Is that all you've been getting ?"he asked Lynda.

"Yeah, Ed's the only man I've ever known intimately. Why ?"

"My fingerbreadth is as thick as his putz. This is going to be even easily than I dreamed. Come over here, Ed, and lease my clothes off, then throw my turncock cook to get laid your wife."

I soon found myself on my knee in front of the naked mordant man who was finger fucking my wife to near orgasm.

"Go ahead, Ed, you said you'd do it for me. Suck on him."Lynda insisted.

I opened all-encompassing and took as much in as I could. His bulbous head nearly filled my oral fissure completely. I remembered those daytime long gone by with my vernal friends and sucked as I had back then. I pulled back his foreskin, pursed my lips and slid them over the big nous, taking him in like a pussy. I felt it grow in my sassing. In no time, he was really big ; thick, long, and hard. He was as ready as he'd ever be to fuck.

"That's enough,"he told me, pushing my head away as he reached back to pull a magnum safe from his trouser pocket."This is the exclusively time you'll be fucked with a prophylactic,"he told my wife,"I'm very potent, and don't want you knocked up before our excursion starts succeeding month."

He handed the arctic to Lynda as she led him to our bedroom. She sat on the side of our bed and rolled the condom over his massive erection, then reclined and spread her legs."grip her ankles up over her straits, Ed, and stay fresh her spread wide of the mark for me."I did as I was told while he positioned himself for incursion, telling Lynda,"This may be a little painful at kickoff. If that skinny minuscule boy putz is what you're used to, this is going to really stretch you."He put his putz, rivaling the thickness of a coke can, to her hatchway. I was in awe as I watched. When I fuck her, her pussy lips easily part and let my hawkshaw rightfulness in, but Sean's bulbous shaft head completely covered her little twat, I couldn't even see her delicate purulent backtalk. He pushed, harder and harder, but there was no way my girl's eager hole was going to role around his monolithic ignominious putz.

"Get me some lubricant,"he told me.

I let go of my married woman's legs to retrieve a bottleful of ‘ Wet ’. In the few endorsement it had taken me to get it, Lynda had repositioned herself and was sucking his condom covered cock. She was so hot and ready to eff. Sean pushed her cover onto the bed and instructed,"Hold her legs again, Cuck, I am going to eff your wife now."

With Lynda held in position, Sean lathered his dick with lubricant. He put the head to my wife's pussy again, completely obscuring it, as before. Using his hand, he glided the stark end of his organ up and down over her slit, paying peculiar tending to rub her clit. Lynda was moaning and working her pelvis, helping the black man massage her cunt.

"Oh, Sean, fuck me !"she moaned,"Put it in and fuck me with that big thing ! I need it ; now ! Please fuck me !"Lynda begged.

Sean surprised both her and me when he put his cock on target, ready to dedicate Lynda her first big prick ; but then, just milliseconds before pushing into her, he slapped her ass really surd to disquiet her.

"Ouch ! Owee ! Owee !"Lynda screamed.

I thought she was complaining about the brutal spank he'd just administered, but then she went on,"Stop ! strike it out ! I don't know what the screw I was thinking ! I can't do this ! You're ripping my kitty apart !"

Sean just smiled,"Shhhhhhhhh,"he told her, placing a finger over her lips to gently emphasise his degree."Just lie still. I'll give you a moment to get used to it. That little pussy of yours was made for this, it's just not been properly broken in. Just relax. My dick promontory is completely privileged and that's the thickest office, so you know the remainder will fit. We're way past the point-of-no-return. There is no stopping until I'm done with you. My totally hammer is going to go in ; all the way in. Once a genuine man gets inside, he's not coming out until you've been thoroughly fucked and filled."And with that, he slowly worked the rest of his big dick in while Lynda grunted and groaned. When his ballock rested against my wife's ass, he began rutting, slowly at maiden, with retentive full-length insertions followed by speedy baron strokes. His pelvis slammed against hers with an hearable slap every time he bottomed out inside my wife.

I was amazed by his stamina. I usually finished in a minute or two, but he fucked her non-stop for a dependable half-hour, changing positions every five minutes or so, each fourth dimension directing me to do something different to help him fuck my married woman. half way through their battle of Marathon piece of tail, without even touching myself, I was spewing my own seed, perhaps the crowing onus of my aliveness, all over my wife's picayune tits.

Lynda had four wild coming before he finally pushed in deeply and held himself there, announcing,"Here it cums ! I'm pumping it in !"Sean eventually finished and rolled off to the side."That was truly astonish, Lynda,"he complimented,"That was like fucking a virgin. You may remove the condom now and clean me up."

I was surprised, after our earlier word about sucking shaft, that Lynda didn't insist I take care of that. She obviously wanted his big dick in her own mouth and wasted no fourth dimension in following his program line. She slid the well filled rubber off his dick and took his cum slicked cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked, from headway to formal, until Sean was satisfied."You may receive her now,"he told me, giving me permission to bonk my own wife.

I got on top of her, missioner vogue, and slipped right into her. Her pussy was still gaping open, obviously seeking something much bombastic than my tight-fitting dick. I thrusted repeatedly, seeking some variety of stimulus inside her well-lubricated, carnal case. Though I didn't find oneself it, my turncock exploded in orgasm almost as soon as I entered. I was so excited, knowing I was fucking my wife after she'd just given herself to a big opprobrious cock. Almost of habit, I think, as soon as I pumped my load into her, she rolled over on top of me and planted her cum filled cunt on my rima oris.

"trade good boy !"Sean commended me,"That's what a cuckold is good for. You can do flock of clean-up between fucks at the island if you like. You kids are definitely going to the Bahamas for the summer."

We all went back to the living room so Sean could dress himself. Before leaving, he gave my wife a big, subject mouthed candy kiss, then told us he'd be in touch sensation. He told us to,"be ready to board a private jet out of Stapleton on the first of the month. Pack lightly. You only need clothing for travel to and from the island. ”