The plane touched down in Mauritius and taxied to a arrest, the doors were opened as the buses arrived to ferry the rider to the pole, and the heat energy rushed in. We stood up to make our way out of the plane, Leanne was holding hired hand with Darrell and I followed behind. The bus to the pole was crowded with standing room only with hanging handholds for passenger however, Leanne didn't use them instead she clung around Darrell's waist. They were kissing in strawman of everyone and it was obvious that Leanne was rubbing her breast against him. One of the passengers next to me said"I hope I don't have a room next to them, not for sure they'll be doing much sleeping all holiday !"I just laughed.

We arrived at the hotel by taxi, Leanne and Darrell left me to accumulate the causa as they went inside. As I got to the check-in desk the clerk told me that they had already gone up to their elbow room and asked if I was trusted that I didn't want a porter to help with the cases, they said that you could manage but you are on vacation. I can estimate that they wanted me to scramble, so I refused the offer.

"Very well, you have the room next to theirs"he said as he gave me a key circuit card. I let myself into the room and set on the single bed, after a minute or two's eternal rest I stood and went to the balcony to seem at the purview, as I opened the door, I found that the two rooms shared it and Darrell and Leanne were already in the loungers and Leanne was topless.

"Finally,"she said"I've been waiting for the cases, go grab the sun ointment you wouldn't my little clean breasts to cauterize, would you ? Quickly now"

As I returned with the application, she told me to put it on her. I squirted some into my hands and began to rub it over her breasts, stomach and berm, her mamilla hardened."That will do milksop, who do you mean you are, my hubby ! You may go and take out"

As I opened the cases, they were full of spick-and-span frock which I hung up in the closet, I also hung-up Darrell's trousers and shirts next to them. There was lots of bikini's that I wasn't sure would actually cover anything and some swimming boxershorts of Darrell's, along with underwear for them both. What I didn't find was anything of mine, all I seemed to possess was the clothes I was wearing.

After I had put away all of their clothing I asked where my clothing was

"Oh, I was trying to be overnice to you and not making you carry it all, so I posted yours to arrive today, but unfortunately it seems that they haven't arrived yet. It's a shame because you couldn't possibly go out wearing those clothes, so it will have to be me and Darrell that go out for dinner and you will give birth to stay here and club way Robert William Service. And without even any beach shorts you'll have to stick here if they don't go far tomorrow, but I am sure they will."She said with a grin and a wink."Now how about you discover the mini-bar and make us some drinks, we are only honeymoon after all."I made us all some G & T's and took them out to the balcony where Leanne was rubbing sun cream over Darrell's naked dresser with her hired hand and white meat, not sure what good it was doing however, they both seemed to be enjoying it.

As the sun went down, they showered and got gear up to go out for dinner Leanne suggested that I order some room divine service for my dinner and while I was at it, they had drunk the mini-bar dry so I should order them some cocktails.

When there was a knock at the door, Leanne was sitting, still topless, doing her makeup. She told me to give the door as it was bound to be the room service, not worrying to cover up. It was and a youthful inkiness man wheeled in a tram with my meal and the drinks. He looked at me and I thanked him and he left with a milkshake of the head.

"You fool, you forgot to tip him !"She grabbed my wallet from the side table and opened the door and went out into the corridor and chased after him. She came back into the room, blushing"I had to move over him a candy kiss in the way of apology. You can blank out to tip again ! ”.

So, I spent the ease of the evening alone, while they went out as a ‘ distich'for dinner. They didn't roll in boulder clay the betimes minute and by then Leanne was drunk and horny, not a cracking combination if you happen to have a room next room access unless of course you happened to be a pervert like me who loved the sound of his wife being fucked ragged by a much near man. We had a door that connected the two rooms, but they closed it so all I could do was listen to their rearing sex. They did however open the door in the morning to reserve me to fetch them coffee. But a knocking at the threshold was most receive as it was my sheath of clothes, so I was allowed to unite them in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The rest period of the day was to be spent exploring and enjoying the beach. We set off mid-morning, well they set off hand in hand, I just sort of followed after. After a wander around the townsfolk, we headed for the beach and there we found a space in a crowded section. There, Leanne lost no metre in stripping down to her bikini behind to the entertainment of a mathematical group of who we presumed to be a group of local college lads."Think I will need to accept sun creamed applied"I quickly grabbed the feeding bottle but Leanne said"no, you got to do it utmost time, feed Darrell the bottle. I of course of action did as I was told and jealously watched as he ran his bridge player all over her backbone and breasts, and they made sure the lad got a great scene as he played with her nipples as she leaned back against him. She then decided that she fancied a dip in the sea, Darrell said that he was going to just sit and savour the sun. I offered to go with her, but she said no she was fine going in alone. She chose not to wear her top, and made her way to the sea shore. And she made sure she passed very close to the grouping of lads, two of who got up and followed her to the sea.

From our place on the beach, we could see as they flirted with her, and also that she was thoroughly enjoying the attention. But she shocked us both when she took them both by the bridge player and leave them to a sheltered stain behind a rock outcropping hidden from prying eye. When she hadn't returned 30 minutes later Darrell said that if I was a good husband I would go and rescue her.

I got up and followed where they had gone and when I found them, I could not believe the wad of her on hands and knees being fucked by both of the lads. The Young Shirley Temple Black man thrusting behind her handwriting keep of her hips and was pulling back hard on them as he pounded her pussy as she came over and over again, this was where she would usually be talking filth about how she loved big blacken cock but she was prevented from talking at all as the other disastrous lad was fucking her backtalk just as rigorously as his friend. He had her principal in both hands as he thrust his prick clod deep into her oral cavity and pharynx, her eye were watering and drool was hanging from her chin. The view shocked me, and my instinct was that she was being forced so I rushed to help her, but just as I did so I was grabbed from behind by others from the group that followed after me. Her mouth was given a moments rest as she used it to narrate them to hold me watch, so they allowed me to get closer then forced me to my stifle as she was used solely for their pleasure. Her soft white consistency was used relentlessly by these strong youth black men and the sight turned me on, the contrast between their black skin and her white eubstance was truly beautiful. As the feller restraining me realised that I wouldn't try to discontinue it, they let go of my shoulders and began pulling out their black peter and began stroking to the titillating visual modality. As the two lads fucking her told her they were close-fitting to cumming, she begged them to cum over her torso and not just those two but all of the lads. She was quickly sat back on her knees and was surrounded by the grouping all who were wanking their big cocks all directed at her. It wasn't long before the offset lad reached his end and grabbed her head, she turned her face to him and started to cum over monolithic amounts over her. After the inaugural one orgasmed it seemed to cause a mountain range reaction and all began to overcompensate my wife with their pitch blackness cum. After they had all emptied their balls they were laughing and high-fiving each other as they left her sitting in the sand covered in their cum. It covered her face, was in her backtalk and middle. Her hair was slickness with it and her breasts were also covered and dripped off her mamilla. But she looked truly satisfied, we were both startled by chuckling behind us. We turned to see Darrell standing there, I was worried he would be angry at her sharing herself but it seemed that I shouldn't have worried. He simply said"I think it C. H. Best you accompany your wife to the sea so that she can clean herself up or perhaps you want to cleanse all that up with your mouth"

I offered her my hired man and tether her to the sea, when we were consume bass in the urine, she leant back against me as I rinsed the cum from her consistence and haircloth, as I did so she was telling me how amazing it was to be filled from both last and she had thought of letting them fill her with cum but desperately wanted Darrell to be the father of her offset. I admitted that I had initially thought that she was being raped, but could zippo to help her.

"Oh, I don't think they gave me a great deal option, but I was more than volition, though I must admit that it turned me on the way they just used me. And the fact there were so many melanise rooster all for me, you will ask to get used to seeing me surrounded by unattackable black men all lining up to use me for their pleasance. And don't feel bad that you are too hebdomad to protect me, you have to receipt that you are just a sissified white submissive with no hope in stopping higher-up smutty men from taking what is theirs by right hand. You have to infer that I will provide them to do anything they want with me, I will never abnegate a black man. They don't even have to ask ; I am happy for them to just squeeze me to the primer and direct me like the bitch I am."Her talking was having an gist of me and after cleaning her of all the cum, we walked back to where Darrell was waiting with my little erection obvious to everyone.

The residuum of the calendar week was all about Darrell and Leanne as a couple and I was very much the third wheel, and they just let me follow them around like a lost pup. We would go out for dinner, and they made no secret that they were lovers and that I was her hubby, always making me pay at the end of the repast. Leanne gave me no more opportunity to cum and the hornier I got the more slavish I became, by the end of the hebdomad I was fix to anything they told me and that thought just increased my willingness to keep them glad. Though I wore panties every day, we found no former chance to cross-dress any foster as often as I wanted too. I confessed that I had hoped to try being exposed as a pantie wearing slave, with the reassurance that we would never see anyone here again. Leanne just smirked warning that I may take in wished I hadn't told her that.

On the last night, I was informed that they would go out alone as it may be the death opportunity for them to just act as a mates without repercussion from Friend and family seeing them, but I wasn't to be forgotten. As we sat on the balcony and watched the sun set for the last clock time in Mauritius before we returned home, we sat and enjoyed some pre-dinner drinks.

As they begin to get ready for their even out, they told me I was also to get make. Leanne handed me a pinko set that included panties, bra both of which were lacy and matching holdup stockings. When I had shed my clothes and apparel in the sexy underclothing, I looked at myself in the mirror and though I liked what I saw you could see the ignitor hair on my legs and chest and the bra cup size was too great, but I felt a eldritch combination of sexyiness, fear of being seen and a declamatory dose of humiliation. I liked the feeling.

Before leaving me alone they told me to lay on my bed Darrell then tied my helping hand and feet to the bed, he had tied the control tightly there would be no way I could have undone them myself. Satisfied that I would remain spread-eagled until they returned to release me, Leanne hoisted up her short skirt and sat on my face with her pantie-less cunt. My mouth went immediately to work on her clit and soon she was dripping into my mouth, and then rubbed her self all over my expression so that her scent would hold back me horny until they returned. When she was happy that my little gumshoe was throbbing and leaking, leaving a wet patch on the figurehead of my pantie, she got off my face and put earbuds in my capitulum, juke breasts in my bra and a blindfold covered my eyes."Enjoy your evening my decrepit sissy husband, I know I will !"And with that my capitulum were filled with the sound of a sissified suggestion running, instructing me on how to be a better pansy, and that I should submit to men. That I should always visualise cock whenever I was permitted to jack off, and immediately drop to my genu in social movement of strong pitch-dark men. Over and over, it repeated in my straits, and I began to imagine Darrell's cock and those of the group of black men that had abused Leanne on the beach. My dick had remained hard and leaking, and the dirty language of the soundtrack only increased my horniness. As I squirmed on the bed, I could feel the stockings on my legs, and the weight of the silicone breasts on my chest. I had no theme where they had come from, and I had no way of knowing how I looked with them in my bra but I hoped this wasn't the conclusion clock time I would use them.

I don't recognize how retentive I lay there but I was listening to the mesmerism trail for the fourth time and I guessed that each meter was about half an hour. I couldn't get the mentation of turncock from my mind, I guess the hypnotism was having an effect, when I felt a hand on my pantie covered shaft. They were back sooner than I had expected, especially seeing that it was our last night before returning abode. The manus slid up and down my stocking branch and another began to fondle my silicone knocker, my heart began to wash and my little dick began to jerk in my panties. I felt her weight on the bed between my legs as both hired hand slid up my legs to the top of my panties and gently pulled them down so that my rooster and ball were exposed, I then felt her tongue on the stand of my orchis and then lick all the way up my cock. This happened several times and I could finger the precum dripping from my tool then stopped, my back was arching as I was close to cumming. Then I felt her mouth enclose my end and slowly slide all the way down until all of my little peter was inside, which she must have found easy after the black cocks she had taken down her throat. As she reached the base, I felt a crudeness on my orb, but at that mo I came, my wholly soundbox shaking as I tried to void my individual through my petty dick. As I came down from my orgasm one of the earbuds were removed and a very Male voice said"nice cum, us sissy have to stick together don't we"and with that the earbud was replaced and I was once again assaulted by the sissified soundtrack.

My thinker was in upheaval, what had just happened ? Had she sucked me off in figurehead of a stranger who had seen me dressed in pink lingerie or had I just really just cum in another man's rima oris ?

I hope you enjoyed this third chapter ; I think I have at least one Sir Thomas More chapter in my creative thinker, but please remark on what you would wish see take place .