Chapter 1

It was a beautiful April mark's Day, 1993, in the mile-high metropolis. My bride of two-years and I enjoyed our Irish whisky coffee at a quaint sidewalk café, celebrating our second anniversary and planning our evening out in this gravid city. Denver has the best night-life in the country with lots of big-name bands and dancing venues, all the extras included, like fog auto, Shirley Temple lights and laser beams. As we sipped our drinks, my rarity was piqued when several hoi polloi grabbed a unfreeze, multi-page newsletter from the rack behind us. I reached over and grabbed one. It was titled,"The oyster ”, a local underground rag we'd not seen before. It advertised all sorts of outlawed thing, but specialized in sexual perversions.

Lynda and I giggled as we quietly took turns reading the lurid, titillating ads to each former. There were offer of cocks for the wife or girl, bunch bangs, swinger invitations, whole folk sex play, gay and bisexual biz ; almost anything imaginable.

The ads were exciting Lynda."I had no idea people really did this poppycock,"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 typical sex offer. I read it to my wife,"seeking Cy Young mates ineffectual to conceive because of manlike impotency. We offer a three-month, all-expense paid vacation from June 1st through August 31st in the Bahama's to these twain with the goal of impregnation. We have a 100 % success rate. gestation is virtually guaranteed. Must be outdoors minded and slavish. racist need not apply. Call 720-555-1576 for details."

My four-year term of enlistment in the Air force play was coming to a close at the end of future month and we'd be leaving Lowry, the doomed Air Qaeda, scheduled for closing within a few month. A free, three-month vacation in paradise before I started the search for a new job sounded great. The added perk of fertility assistance made it particularly occupy ; but we had severe doubts about it. At best, this was some variety of observational prolificacy clinic, but on the other paw, and much more belike, this was a solicitation for fucking my wife. And why the qualifications ? We were certainly not racist, but subservient ? It sounded very weird, but at the same meter, Lynda was very worked up about replying. She was obviously turned on by the explicit sex ads, and while the one she wanted to respond to appealed to her maternal nature, she was disbelieving because of the publication in which it appeared.

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

We finished our coffee and headed home for a caper in the sheets. She sucked my cock most of the way home and was thrilled when I told her about the Young twosome in a getaway next to us at the traffic signal, intent on watching her. It made her bob her head wildly and stroke my spit-covered scape money box I was pumping a big incumbrance down her throat. It took a automobile horn honk to nudge both our car and the cartridge through the convergence when the Inner 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 clothing and lay on the bed, all boned up in expectation of a quick fuck.

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

"I'm twenty-four,"she answered,"and my husband, Ed, is twenty-six."

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

"No, I'm sorry. We already have design for tonight. We're going to ‘ The loft ’. I guess you could fill us there if you want,"she replied as she looked at me for concurrence. I nodded my psyche as she continued listening. She then told him,"I'll be in a red clothes. I've got straight, shoulder-length blond whisker and down eyes, I'm five-foot-six and weigh 115. My hubby, Ed, is slender also, and five-ten. I'm not sure what he'll be wearing, other than jeans. He has dark brown, hair and weighs 170. If you look around, I'm sure you'll find us. enjoin 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 boner bounced in the air above my belly. A string of clear pre-cum dripped from the head, connecting with my belly. I liked my five-inch cock, but wished it had more girth. Flashbacks to richly school gym grade shower bath often hit me at moments like this. It's where I got the moniker ‘ acerate leaf Dick ’. But Lynda never seemed to bear in mind and always took practiced care of it."So climb on, Honey, and secern me about this marvelous, justify trip."

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

"Oh piece of tail, you're so hot and juicy ; and tight too !"I exclaimed as she began her familiar back and forty revolution, knowing she'd be milking me hanker before she was ready to cum.

"He was interesting, and a bit mysterious,"she told me while riding me,"He sounded well educated and told me his proposal was too complex to review on the telephone. He said he'd already had several applicant, but only one mates would be chosen and that we were perhaps the best qualified. I'm pretty sure enough if we went, I'd come back pregnant ; but I think it will be from soul else fucking me."

"Oh shit ! Fuck ! I'm cuming already !"I exclaimed as I lifted my pelvic arch for the recondite possible penetration while view of my girl fucking early men rolled through my nous. I unloaded a torrent of cum deep into her belly.

"Oh, you like that idea, huh ?"Lynda said in response to my intense, previous orgasm.

Before I could guess well enough to organize my thoughts and reply, she had moved her loaded pussy up to my mouthpiece."Eat it, Slut, suck that payload out of my pussycat,"she good-naturedly demanded as she humped my look and pushed out a big, thick, creamy heap for me to swallow. This had become act for us, a necessity for my wife to get off. I loved it when she got off that way, holding my headspring in both hands and sliding her wet, dripping pussycat back and Forth River from chin to pry, feeding me my own cargo. Now, with her talking about fucking other men, I fantasized about it being somebody else's cum I was slurping, and secretly found it incredibly exciting. I surprised her, and myself, as my shaft was raging hard again and ready for round two by the meter I'd cleaned her out.

"On your knees !"I insisted. As soon as she was in position, in a unity, swift thrust, I was balls oceanic abyss inside again, using what was left of my cum burden for lubricant. I grabbed her hips and pumped her unvoiced for all of a total mo or more before splashing her womb with another load for her to feed me.

"Oh, nookie, that's salutary !"Lynda moaned as she once again range my case,"Would you do that for me after I fuck soul else ?"she fantasized as I licked and sucked her sloppy wet pussy.

"Mmmmmm, yeah,"I groaned as she repositioned herself slightly, spreading her pussy sass over my rima oris so I could drive my glossa into her.

We'd never talked about her fucking another man, not even as a phantasy ; but at this head, it was obvious ; we'd both thought about it. It was thrilling. I boned up again. My little married woman turned around so she could suck up on me and play with my marble-sized bollock while continuing to feed me her new fucked pussy.

Finally, exhausted, as we lay snuggling in our post-orgasmic walking on air, Lynda asked,"Would you really like me to fuck someone else ; in social movement 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 stake our marriage,"she confided,"but if you would like it, I would do it. When you were eating me out, and I planted the thought of it being another man's cum, you really got into it. It turns me on to call back of you eating another guy's loading. It would be so stimulate observation you do that. Have you ever done that ?"

Wow, I thought, this was something I'd fantasized about for class, and now my dessert married woman was leading the conversation, encouraging me to share her with another man and urging me to eat another man's cum load.

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

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

"Ah, well, when I was a teenager, some of my Quaker and I used to do that. Then we discovered girls, and sort of let that Passion go,"I confessed.

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

"I guess, if that would make you glad. I haven't done it for age and never thought it would happen again, but I don't find the estimation repulsive,"I admitted, awaiting her reaction.

"I'd be very envious if I thought you were ever with another woman, but somehow, envisioning you playing with a man doesn't bother me. It's hot. volition you do it ?"she pressured me, looking for my categoric committal to suck a pecker 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 cock thrusting in your pussy ; as long as it's just sex, no emotional engagement,"I cautioned.

"Oh, Ed, we're going to have such an adventure ! A wholly new life of fun and excitement ! You'll see,"she assured me before wrapping her naked consistency over mine and drifting off for a short nap. I, on the other hand, was way too excited to slumber and decelerate jerked my thin, circumcised gumshoe till I spurted out yet another load. I hadn't been this horny since my stripling years, and it was thrilling.

That evening, we went out for dinner at ‘ The Aroura Steak sign of the zodiac ’, one of our favorites, and then off to ‘ The Loft'for an even of crapulence and saltation ; and of track, our highly anticipated meeting with Sean. By eleven, we were both getting tipsy and were ready to leave, but in promise of meeting him, we stayed till closing at one-thirty. Lynda had flirted with several guys 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 woman, a sexy girlfriend that early men just can't resist, even though she's obviously married. I think that's a big function of my desire to share her sexually. It's the ultimate act of sharing and flaunting what I have. I like the thought of an incredibly prosperous guy fucking the hottest adult female in the world only because she's hot for it and I let him have her. All the fourth dimension he's fucking her, he envies me because I can hold her whenever I want. As a lot as he hopes to take just one more shtup with her ; he knows he'll only get his cock into her again if I feel like sharing her with him. But the large motive for giving my wife to another man is the shudder and excitement she'll have as she rides a unknown cock. My hope is that she'd then share her experience with me in every imaginable way ; read : sit on my face and flow me his freight while giving me all the details of how he fucked her.

As we slow danced the lastly birdcall of the night, as much as we wanted to meet Sean, we accepted the fact that he was a truant. Then, a handsome, dark disastrous man of about thirty-five startled us, seemingly appearing out of thin air as he stood right next to us. He was just a duo inches taller than Lynda, was well-proportioned and groomed, and dressed in a fashionable black, silk shirt and Gray dress mire. He wore designer, amber methamphetamine and was adorned with nice, bourgeois, gilt jewellery.

"apology me, Ed, may I have the rest of this dance with Lynda ?"he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he stepped between us and took her in his arms. I retreated to our booth and watched as this man held my married woman closer and closer with each footmark. Though it was glum, I could clearly see that he'd managed to lift the hem of her frock and had his big black helping hand planted firmly on her now exposed, lily T. H. White, nude ass cheek. He pulled her against his humping bulge while she straddled one of his legs and matched his gyrations. I was certain that if the song didn't end soon, he'd be fucking her right there on the dance floor. It really surprised me as I'd never seen her let anyone handle her that way. I just chalked it up to the fact we had been celebrating heavy, and she was quite inebriated.

When the medicine ended and the illumination came up, the man followed Lynda to our table where he slid in next to me, pulling Lynda in after him."You have a beautiful married woman, Ed. She's invited me to watch you home so I can present 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 point. Arm-in-arm with my married woman, he escorted us to our car. He gently kissed my wife on the brim and said he'd be right back with his vehicle. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, gear up to follow our old Ford Escort place Big Dipper to the house.

"Who the ass is he ?"I asked, knowing Lynda was wondering the same. As soon as we arrived, I made drinkable, then joined them in the living room. Sean had already taken a seat on the lounge future to Lynda, leaving no room for me except to sit side by side to him with my married woman on the other side. Lynda's thong lay on the flooring in movement of them and her attire was up highschool enough to reveal a nicely shaved pubis. Her legs were spread, allowing Sean's hand to explore her interior thigh all the way up to her gaping, wet twat while she squeezed a magnanimous jut through his falloff.

When I sat, Sean began speaking as if their behavior were nothing more than than a casual hand hold,"number one, let me explicate just a little about the offer you read about in my ad. My father owns a private island in the Bahamas and has a rather palatial estate there. During the summer month, he finds it too hot for his liking and leaves it for me to use as I please. Let me show you some pictures,"he said as he worked his phone with one hand while his other was busy pleasuring my wife. She was far too preoccupied to look at pictures, but I saw that it was a beautiful, six-bedroom home directly on the sea. Balconies from every bedroom overlooked the egg white sand beach and sauceboat dock that moored several gravy boat, including a thirty-foot cabin police car."There is shuttle service to the main island ‘ on demand ’, where you may need to claver the shop class and eatery. However, there are always gourmet meals useable at the house. We have a full-time chef who will produce whatever you like. We also have housekeeping armed service, so you'll not be asked to do so much as blank your room. All of the staff has full run of the house, but they are very discrete 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 privacy in the house for anyone. Doors are always capable and anyone may enroll at any meter. No need to hide anything. You know ; what happens on the island…"

"Wow, looks nifty !"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 pregnancy and you are ineffectual to make that happen, Ed. You've considered invitro insemination where you get to choose characteristic of the sperm cell presenter, like race, education tier, height and build, etc. ; but you can't afford it. What we offer is something even better. You'll actually get to personally know the biological forefather of your baby. There are four of us who will be vying to come you, Lynda. All of us have either a Edgar Lee Masters or doctorate degree. We're all height and weight unit proportionate, have no transmissible diseases and positively no STD's, verified by mental test we'll plowshare with you. All of us are very well endowed, except for the American Indian guy. He's Thomas More than adequate in that regard ; but the Mexican and Edward White guy cable are as big as I am. The Indian has a Doctorate in Microbiology, so he perhaps excels in understanding. All of us are generally considered to be handsome, if I may say so without seeming too conceited. I'm advertising in other publishing for additional men to join our radical, but doubt I'll find any more to meet my stringent qualification 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 master suite with the cat. Your goal is to go pregnant and we'll do everything we can to bring in that happen. Our personal object lens, however, is simply to use and delight you. I'll not sugar coat this, you'll in fact be whoring yourself for us, but for a very unspoiled intellect ; insemination. You, Ed, may bring together in, watch, or just commit your wife to our way to be used. Your hot wife is going to cuckold you, but again, for serious reason. If you are pitch, none of us object to a C job from another guy. I mean, close your middle and the mouth could be either one of you ; right ?"he laughed,"After the vacation, when you get back plate, the two of you will take to redefine your kinship. This experience will commute you. You'll both evolve to a much more sophisticated lifestyle. How you deal with that is up to you ; but while on the island, you will both fully embrace the whore and cuckold theatrical role ; sympathize ?"

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

"racialist 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 look like us. How do we explain having a little one that looks to a greater extent like you than us ?"

"That's up to you. You can say the kid's adopted or from a prior family relationship, or you intentionally choose a black presenter for invitro. Think about it, other than racial discrimination, why would anyone outrightly reject interracial spermatozoon for unreal insemination ? So I don't see that having an mixed one is a problem. If you do, then you may require to reject my offer. Besides, there's always a chance the ovalbumin guy will fuck a sister into your married woman. You'll let us know who he or she looks like to nail down the friendly competition among us, but there will be no legal or early liability for the spermatozoan bestower. That's all we are as far as you are concerned ; just direct down payment spermatozoan donor. You all redress with that ?"

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

"There's just a match more thing I need to advert. You'll be under contract bridge for the summertime, all three months of it. You'll receive prenatal care as soon as we know you are pregnant, but your pregnancy is not the end of your commitment. You will continue to hold us for the entire summer. Once we know you are pregnant, we may want to look out you perform with other men without gaze to age, looks, or anything else, except of grade we'll make certain they are STD free. There will be no restrictions on whom we bring to roll in the hay you ; it could be a Pres Young virgin boy from the islands, a big fat man with a midget dick, or whatever any one of us finds amusing. Should you not get pregnant betimes on the trip, you'll be given time off to nail your menstrual Hz. You can spend those Night in your own room."

"This is primarily a fishing sashay for the guys. Sex with a clean house, healthy, young married slut that we can devolve on bareback and inseminate, with no consequence, is just an extra perk for us. We'll be out on the boats most days, and the two of you are free to do whatever you like during that clock time. I suspect you'll be sleeping cashbox noon, Lynda, as you'll be up all night. With four of us to service, at to the lowest degree one will be using you at all 60 minutes of the Nox. Again, I want to remind you, while on the island, the two of you will be nude at all times. It will remind you of your purpose for being there. And just one more matter, Ed, the Indian guy is bi. Because it's my house and my principle, I'll not insist you service him, but I won't stop him from trying to make you. You'll have to deal with that on your own. As the cuckold, if you choose to link up us and watch your wife being fucked, or help us fuck her, you can expect to be humiliated. If you can't handle that, you'd best just send your wife to our room while you stay in your room and jerk off."

"Not a problem,"Lynda answered for me as I sat there quag jawed.

"feel like you kids have a muckle,"Sean said, then added,"but I've got to sample the commodity before I make such a hope. Is this a beneficial sentence ?"he asked as he ran his hired man completely up Lynda's leg, sliding a blockheaded finger right into her pussy.

"Actually,"I said,"this is our day of remembrance. We have plan of our own for tonight."

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

"Fantastic !"Sean responded."Take your married woman's clothing off for me, Ed."

I followed his charge, and as he admired my wife's body with her business firm small breast and thoroughgoing peel, he slipped his hand between the cancel gap between her thin wooden leg and worked two fingers into her pussy.

"Now you, Ed, acquire off your dress,"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 final garment, my super heavily erection sprang out.

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

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

"My fingerbreadth is as thick as his tool. This is going to be even better than I dreamed. Come over here, Ed, and lease my clothes off, then make my cock ready to bed your wife."

I soon found myself on my knees in movement of the naked black man who was digit fucking my married woman to near sexual climax.

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

I opened wide and took as much in as I could. His protuberant head nearly filled my mouth completely. I remembered those Day long gone by with my young acquaintance and sucked as I had back then. I pulled back his foreskin, pursed my lips and slue them over the big head, taking him in like a pussy. I felt it grow in my mouth. In no time, he was really big ; thick, long, and hard. He was as prepare as he'd ever be to fuck.

"That's enough,"he told me, pushing my question away as he reached back to pull a magnum condom from his pants sack."This is the only time you'll be fucked with a rubber,"he told my wife,"I'm very stiff, and don't want you knocked up before our excursion starts next month."

He handed the rubber eraser to Lynda as she led him to our sleeping room. She sat on the side of our bed and rolled the condom over his massive erecting, then reclined and spread her legs."Hold her ankles up over her head, Ed, and keep her feast wide for me."I did as I was told while he positioned himself for penetration, telling Lynda,"This may be a little painful at first. If that skinny piddling boy dick is what you're used to, this is going to really stretch out you."He put his peter, rivaling the thickness of a coke can, to her porta. I was in awe as I watched. When I fuck her, her snatch lips easily office and let my dick right in, but Sean's bulbous cock head teacher completely covered her little twat, I couldn't even see her delicate pussy lips. He pushed, harder and harder, but there was no way my girl's eager hole was going to part around his massive black cock.

"Get me some lube,"he told me.

I let go of my wife's stage to retrieve a feeding bottle of ‘ Wet ’. In the few second it had taken me to get it, Lynda had repositioned herself and was sucking his prophylactic covered pecker. She was so hot and make to love. Sean pushed her back onto the bed and instructed,"Hold her legs again, Cuck, I am going to fuck your wife now."

With Lynda held in status, Sean lathered his peter with lubricant. He put the header to my wife's pussy again, completely obscuring it, as before. Using his hand, he glided the forthright end of his reed organ up and down over her twat, paying special care to rub her clit. Lynda was moaning and working her articulatio coxae, helping the Joseph 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 hammer on aim, ready to give Lynda her first big cock ; but then, just milliseconds before pushing into her, he slapped her ass really hard to deflect her.

"Ouch ! Owee ! Owee !"Lynda screamed.

I thought she was complaining about the beastly spank he'd just administered, but then she went on,"Stop ! Take it out ! I don't know what the piece of ass I was thinking ! I can't do this ! You're ripping my pussy apart !"

Sean just smiled,"Shhhhhhhhh,"he told her, placing a finger's breadth over her mouth to gently emphasize his point."Just lie still. I'll give you a moment to get used to it. That trivial pussy of yours was made for this, it's just not been properly broken in. Just relax. My stopcock headland is completely at heart and that's the loggerheaded parting, so you know the residue will fit. We're way past the point-of-no-return. There is no stopping until I'm done with you. My whole rooster is going to go in ; all the way in. Once a veridical man gets inside, he's not coming out until you've been thoroughly fucked and filled."And with that, he slowly worked the respite of his big gumshoe in while Lynda grunted and groaned. When his orchis rested against my married woman's ass, he began rutting, slowly at first, with long uncut insertions followed by rapid power strokes. His hip slammed against hers with an audible smacking every time he bottomed out inside my married woman.

I was amazed by his stamina. I usually finished in a instant or two, but he fucked her non-stop for a honorable 30 minutes, changing positions every five min or so, each metre directing me to do something different to assist him fuck my married woman. Half way through their marathon fuck, without even touching myself, I was spewing my own seed, perhaps the biggest burden of my living, all over my wife's slight titty.

Lynda had four idle orgasms 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 amazing, Lynda,"he complimented,"That was like fucking a virgin. You may dispatch the condom now and clean me up."

I was surprised, after our earlier give-and-take about sucking cock, that Lynda didn't insist I take guardianship of that. She obviously wanted his big dick in her own sassing and wasted no prison term in following his instructions. She slid the fountainhead filled rubber off his dick and took his cum slicked cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked, from headland to Lucille Ball, until Sean was satisfied."You may have her now,"he told me, giving me permission to fuck my own married woman.

I got on top of her, missional fashion, and slipped right into her. Her kitty-cat was still gaping open, obviously seeking something much larger than my scrawny dick. I thrusted repeatedly, seeking some kind of input inside her well-lubricated, fleshly sheath. Though I didn't find it, my cock exploded in orgasm almost as soon as I entered. I was so stir, knowing I was fucking my wife after she'd just given herself to a big inglorious stopcock. 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 snatch on my mouth.

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

We all went back to the life way so Sean could dress himself. Before leaving, he gave my wife a big, open up mouthed osculation, then told us he'd be in touch. He told us to,"be prepare to plug-in a private jet out of Stapleton on the initiative of the month. battalion lightly. You only need clothing for travel to and from the island. ”