Chapter 1

It was a beautiful April chump's Day, 1993, in the mile-high metropolis. My bride of two-years and I enjoyed our Irish people deep brown at a quaint sidewalk café, celebrating our endorsement anniversary and planning our evening out in this great city. Denver has the best night-life in the country with batch of big-name bands and dance locale, all the spear carrier included, like fog car, blackamoor lights and laser beams. As we sipped our boozing, my curiosity was piqued when several mass grabbed a detached, multi-page newsletter from the rack behind us. I reached over and grabbed one. It was titled,"The oyster ”, a local anaesthetic underground rag we'd not seen before. It advertised all form of illicit things, but specialized in sexual perversions.

Lynda and I giggled as we quietly took turns reading the lurid, titillating ads to each other. There were fling of cocks for the wife or daughter, gang belt, swinger invitations, whole family sex gambol, gay and epicene game ; almost anything imaginable.

The ads were exciting Lynda."I had no idea multitude 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 fling. I read it to my wife,"Seeking Pres Young couples unable to believe because of male impotency. We offer a three-month, all-expense paid vacation from June 1st through August 31st in the Bahama's to these couples with the goal of fertilisation. We have a 100 % success rate. pregnancy is virtually guaranteed. Must be open minded and subservient. racialist need not apply. Call 720-555-1576 for details."

My four-year enlistment in the Air Force was coming to a ending at the end of next month and we'd be leaving Lowry, the doomed Air root, scheduled for closing within a few calendar month. A free, three-month holiday in Paradise before I started the search for a new job sounded not bad. The sum perk of natality assistance made it particularly interesting ; but we had severe doubts about it. At best, this was some kind of experimental fertility clinic, but on the other hand, and much more belike, this was a solicitation for fucking my wife. And why the reservation ? We were certainly not racist, but subservient ? It sounded very eldritch, but at the same time, Lynda was very arouse about replying. She was obviously turned on by the explicit sex ads, and while the one she wanted to respond to appealed to her paternal nature, she was skeptical because of the publication in which it appeared.

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

We finished our coffee and headed home base for a romp in the bed sheet. She sucked my peter most of the way home and was thrilled when I told her about the Pres Young yoke in a pick-me-up next to us at the stoplight, intent on watching her. It made her bob her head wildly and stroke my spit-covered shaft boulder clay I was pumping a big payload down her throat. It took a hooter honk to nudge both our car and the pickup through the crossway when the visible 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 anticipation of a flying fucking.

"hullo, I'm Lynda. My married man and I saw your ad in ‘ The oyster'”, she said, as I listened to her English of the conversation.

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

"Yes, we've been trying to get significant 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 plans for tonight. We're going to ‘ The attic ’. I guess you could meet us there if you want,"she replied as she looked at me for concurrence. I nodded my head as she continued listening. She then told him,"I'll be in a red dress. I've got straight, shoulder-length blonde fuzz and disconsolate oculus, I'm five-foot-six and press 115. My married man, Ed, is thin also, and five-ten. I'm not sure what he'll be wearing, early than dungaree. He has dark brown, pilus 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 notice us then. See you tonight. Bye."

As I lie on the bed, my five-inch, skinny flub bounced in the air above my belly. A cosmic string of clear pre-cum dripped from the heading, connecting with my belly. I liked my five-inch tool, but wished it had more girth. Flashbacks to high schooltime gym class cascade often hit me at moments like this. It's where I got the moniker ‘ needle shaft ’. But Lynda never seemed to mind and always took good care of it."So climb on, love, and say me about this wild, free trip."

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

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

"He was interesting, and a bit occult,"she told me while riding me,"He sounded well educated and told me his marriage offer was too complex to look back on the sound. He said he'd already had several applier, but only one span would be chosen and that we were perhaps the best qualify. I'm pretty sure if we went, I'd come back significant ; but I think it will be from someone else fucking me."

"Oh hoot ! Fuck ! I'm cuming already !"I exclaimed as I lifted my hips for the rich possible penetration while thoughts of my daughter fucking other men rolled through my psyche. I unloaded a inundation of cum thick into her belly.

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

Before I could imagine well enough to direct my intellection and reply, she had moved her loaded pussy up to my mouth."Eat it, Slut, suck that lading out of my kitty,"she good-naturedly demanded as she humped my grimace and pushed out a big, deep, creamy peck for me to swallow. This had become routine 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 work force and sliding her wet, dripping pussy back and forth from chin to scent, feeding me my own consignment. 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 cock was raging hard again and ready 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 unity, Swift thrust, I was balls deep inside again, using what was left of my cum warhead for lubricant. I grabbed her hips and pumped her grueling for all of a full min or more than before splashing her womb with another load for her to feed me.

"Oh, fuck, that's good !"Lynda moaned as she once again straddle my expression,"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 brim over my backtalk so I could advertize my tongue into her.

We'd never talked about her piece of tail another man, not even as a fantasy ; but at this point, it was obvious ; we'd both thought about it. It was thrilling. I boned up again. My lilliputian wife turned around so she could suck on me and play with my marble-sized formal while continuing to feed me her saucily 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 front 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 man and wife,"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 think of you eating another guy's load. It would be so exciting watching you do that. Have you ever done that ?"

Wow, I thought, this was something I'd fantasized about for old age, and now my sweet wife 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 reaction to her question,"You mean like sucked a guy off ?"

"That's not exactly what I envisioned, but have it off 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 get laid to watch you do that."

"Ah, well, when I was a teen, some of my friends and I used to do that. Then we discovered daughter, 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 suck on a stopcock until is spirt in your mouth and let me watch ?"she excitedly blurted.

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

"I'd be very jealous if I thought you were ever with another cleaning lady, 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 unconditioned commitment to take in a cock to completion 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 interest,"I cautioned.

"Oh, Ed, we're going to consume such an escapade ! A whole new biography of fun and inflammation ! You'll see,"she assured me before wrapping her naked body over mine and drifting off for a short-circuit nap. I, on the other hand, was way too excited to log Z's and slow jerked my thin, circumcised dick till 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 darling, and then off to ‘ The Loft'for an evening of drinks and dancing ; and of course, our highly anticipated meeting with Sean. By eleven, we were both getting tipsy and were fix to go away, but in hopes 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 aphrodisiac daughter that other men just can't resist, even though she's obviously married. I think that's a big share of my desire to share her sexually. It's the ultimate act of sharing and flaunting what I have. I like the opinion of an incredibly favourable guy fucking the hot adult female in the populace 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 give birth her whenever I want. As much as he hopes to ingest 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 biggest motive for giving my married woman to another man is the thrill and excitement she'll have as she rides a strange cock. My promise is that she'd then share her experience with me in every imaginable way ; read : sit on my face and run me his load while giving me all the details of how he fucked her.

As we slow danced the finally call of the night, as much as we wanted to meet Sean, we accepted the fact that he was a no-show. Then, a handsome, dark blackened man of about thirty-five startled us, seemingly appearing out of dilute air as he stood in good order next to us. He was just a couple inches taller than Lynda, was well-proportioned and groomed, and dressed in a stylish black, silk shirt and gray clothes morass. He wore designer, amber methamphetamine and was adorned with nice, conservative, aureate jewelry.

"excuse me, Ed, may I have the rest of this dancing with Lynda ?"he asked. Not waiting for an resolution, he stepped between us and took her in his weapon system. I retreated to our booth and watched as this man held my wife closer and closer with each step. Though it was black, I could clearly see that he'd managed to lift the hem of her garb and had his big opprobrious hand planted firmly on her now exposed, lily white, unembellished ass cheek. He pulled her against his humping gibbosity while she straddled one of his legs and matched his rotation. I was sure that if the Song dynasty didn't end soon, he'd be fucking her right there on the dance base. It really surprised me as I'd never seen her let anyone care for her that way. I just chalked it up to the fact we had been celebrating backbreaking, and she was quite inebriated.

When the music ended and the luminosity came up, the man followed Lynda to our board 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 follow you home so I can present an whirl to both of you. I hope that's okay with you ?"he asked, knowing I really had nil to say about it at that point. Arm-in-arm with my wife, he escorted us to our car. He gently kissed my married woman on the lips and said he'd be the right way back with his fomite. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, prepare to follow our old Gerald R. Ford Escort station wagon to the theatre.

"Who the fuck is he ?"I asked, knowing Lynda was wondering the Saame. As soon as we arrived, I made boozing, then joined them in the bread and butter room. Sean had already taken a fundament on the couch next to Lynda, leaving no room for me except to sit adjacent to him with my wife on the former side. Lynda's thong lay on the floor in front of them and her wearing apparel was up high enough to reveal a nicely shaved os pubis. Her peg were bed cover, allowing Sean's hand to explore her inner thigh all the way up to her gaping, wet puss while she squeezed a tumid bulge through his quag.

When I sat, Sean began speaking as if their behavior were nix More than a casual hand clutches,"beginning, let me explain just a little about the go you read about in my ad. My Padre owns a secret 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 picture,"he said as he worked his phone with one script while his other was meddlesome pleasuring my married woman. She was far too preoccupied to look at pictures, but I saw that it was a beautiful, six-bedroom dwelling house directly on the ocean. Balconies from every chamber overlooked the white Sand beach and boat dock that moored several boats, including a thirty-foot cabin cruiser."There is shuttle service to the master island ‘ on demand ’, where you may want to visit the shops and restaurants. However, there are always gourmet meals useable at the family. We have a full-time chef who will take a shit whatever you like. We also have housekeeping servicing, so you'll not be asked to do so much as clean your room. All of the stave has full run of the theater, 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 concealment in the house for anyone. Doors are always open and anyone may get in at any time. No need to enshroud anything. You know ; what happens on the island…"

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

"It's really quite bare,"Sean began,"First, some facts. The two of you are desperately wanting a pregnancy and you are unable to stool that happen, Ed. You've considered invitro insemination where you get to prefer device characteristic of the sperm donor, like race, didactics level, height and chassis, etc. ; but you can't afford it. What we offer is something even better. You'll actually get to personally know the biological Fatherhood of your babe. There are four of us who will be vying to seed you, Lynda. All of us have either a master or doctorate point. We're all height and weighting proportionate, have no transmissible diseases and positively no STD's, verified by tests we'll percentage with you. All of us are very well endowed, except for the Indian guy. He's more than adequate in that heed ; but the Mexican and White guys are as big as I am. The American Indian has a doctor's degree 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 advertizement in early publications for additional men to link our grouping, but question I'll find any to a greater extent to receive my tight reservation 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 headmaster retinue with the guys. Your destination is to become pregnant and we'll do everything we can to make that happen. Our personal objective, however, is simply to use and revel you. I'll not sugar coat this, you'll in fact be whoring yourself for us, but for a very good intellect ; insemination. You, Ed, may join in, lookout man, or just send your wife to our room to be used. Your hot wife is going to cheat you, but again, for full reasonableness. If you are inclined, none of us object to a black eye job from another guy. I mean, close your eye and the mouth could be either one of you ; right ?"he laughed,"After the vacation, when you get back home, the two of you will have to redefine your relationship. This experience will change you. You'll both evolve to a much more convolute lifestyle. How you deal with that is up to you ; but while on the island, you will both fully embrace the tart and cuckold persona ; see ?"

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

"Racist need not go for. 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 picayune 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 chose a black donor for invitro. Think about it, former than racism, why would anyone outrightly reject interracial sperm cell for artificial insemination ? So I don't see that having an mixed one is a problem. If you do, then you may require to rule out my fling. Besides, there's always a probability the white guy will fuck a babe into your wife. You'll let us have it off who he or she looks like to root the friendly contender among us, but there will be no sound or former liability for the sperm conferrer. That's all we are as far as you are concerned ; just directly deposition sperm cell donors. You all right hand with that ?"

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

"There's just a couple more thing I need to remark. You'll be under contract bridge for the summer, all three months of it. You'll receive prenatal precaution as soon as we know you are fraught, but your pregnancy is not the end of your loyalty. You will go forward to flirt with us for the entire summertime. Once we know you are pregnant, we may want to learn you perform with former men without wish to age, looks, or anything else, except of course we'll make sure they are STD free. There will be no restriction on whom we bring to sleep with you ; it could be a young virgin boy from the islands, a big fat man with a tiny cock, or whatever any one of us finds amusing. Should you not get significant early on the trip, you'll be given fourth dimension off to fill out your menstrual bike. You can drop those night in your own room."

"This is primarily a fishing expedition for the hombre. Sex with a strip, respectable, Lester Willis Young married hussy that we can tease bareback and inseminate, with no moment, is just an additional perquisite for us. We'll be out on the gravy holder most days, and the two of you are free to do whatever you like during that time. I suspect you'll be sleeping till noon, Lynda, as you'll be up all night. With four of us to service, at least one will be using you at all 60 minutes of the night. Again, I want to remind you, while on the island, the two of you will be nude at all times. It will prompt you of your purpose for being there. And just one to a greater extent thing, Ed, the American Indian guy is bi. Because it's my house and my normal, I'll not insist you servicing him, but I won't stop him from trying to make you. You'll have to portion out with that on your own. As the cuckold, if you choose to join us and watch your wife being fucked, or avail us fuck her, you can await 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 trouble,"Lynda answered for me as I sat there let up jawed.

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

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

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

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

I followed his centering, and as he admired my wife's consistence with her firm little tits and perfect pelt, he slipped his bridge player between the natural gap between her thin legs and worked two finger into her pussy.

"Now you, Ed, take 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 disregard the fact that another man was intently watching me as I removed my clothing. When I pulled off the end garment, my super heavy erection sprang out.

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

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

"My digit is as thick as his dick. This is going to be even better than I dreamed. Come over here, Ed, and take my dress off, then make my dick fix to fuck your wife."

I soon found myself on my knee in straw man of the bare black man who was digit fucking my wife to near orgasm.

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

I opened wide and took as practically in as I could. His bulgy headland nearly filled my lip completely. I remembered those days long gone by with my young Friend and sucked as I had back then. I pulled back his foreskin, pursed my lips and slid them over the big straits, taking him in like a pussy. I felt it turn in my backtalk. In no clip, 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 rubber from his gasp pocket."This is the but time you'll be fucked with a condom,"he told my wife,"I'm very stiff, and don't want you knocked up before our excursion starts next month."

He handed the golosh to Lynda as she led him to our bedroom. She sat on the incline of our bed and rolled the prophylactic over his massive erecting, then reclined and spread her pegleg."storage area her ankle joint up over her psyche, Ed, and save her scatter wide for me."I did as I was told while he positioned himself for insight, telling Lynda,"This may be a little painful at beginning. If that skinny trivial boy dick is what you're used to, this is going to really stretch you."He put his cock, rivaling the thickness of a coke can, to her opening. I was in awe as I watched. When I fuck her, her pussy lips easily part and let my dick right wing in, but Sean's bulbous turncock head completely covered her lilliputian twat, I couldn't even see her delicate pussy lips. He pushed, harder and harder, but there was no way my girl's bore fix was going to part around his massive black peter.

"Get me some lubricating substance,"he told me.

I let go of my wife's legs to retrieve a bottle of ‘ Wet ’. In the few seconds it had taken me to get it, Lynda had repositioned herself and was sucking his rubber covered cock. She was so hot and quick to know. Sean pushed her back onto the bed and instructed,"custody her legs again, Cuck, I am going to get it on your wife now."

With Lynda held in position, Sean lathered his cock with lubricator. He put the top dog to my married woman's pussy again, completely obscuring it, as before. Using his helping hand, he glided the candid end of his organ up and down over her slit, paying special tending to rub her button. Lynda was moaning and working her hips, helping the smutty man massage her cunt.

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

Sean surprised both her and me when he put his cock on target, ready to give Lynda her first big putz ; but then, just msec before pushing into her, he slapped her ass really arduous to distract 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 ! Take it out ! I don't know what the fucking I was thinking ! I can't do this ! You're ripping my pussy apart !"

Sean just smiled,"Shhhhhhhhh,"he told her, placing a fingerbreadth over her lips to gently accentuate his gunpoint."Just lie still. I'll give you a here and now to get used to it. That little snatch of yours was made for this, it's just not been properly broken in. Just relax. My pecker chief is completely within and that's the thick part, so you know the rest will fit. We're way past the point-of-no-return. There is no stopping until I'm done with you. My whole cock is going to go in ; all the way in. Once a real 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 cock in while Lynda grunted and groaned. When his balls rested against my married woman's ass, he began rutting, slowly at first of all, with long full-length insertions followed by rapid power strokes. His pelvis slammed against hers with an audible slap every sentence 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 full half-hour, changing positions every five minutes or so, each meter directing me to do something unlike to serve him know my wife. Half way through their endurance contest fuck, without even touching myself, I was spewing my own seed, perhaps the biggest freight of my life story, all over my married woman's fiddling tits.

Lynda had four savage 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 murder the rubber now and clean me up."

I was surprised, after our earlier word about sucking cock, that Lynda didn't insist I take forethought of that. She obviously wanted his big tool in her own mouth and wasted no time in following his instructions. She slid the fountainhead filled rubberize off his dick and took his cum slicked stopcock into her sass. She sucked and licked, from headway to balls, until Sean was satisfied."You may have her now,"he told me, giving me permission to bonk my own married woman.

I got on top of her, missionary style, and slipped right into her. Her pussycat was still gaping open, obviously seeking something much larger than my skinny tool. I thrusted repeatedly, seeking some kind of stimulation 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 excited, knowing I was fucking my wife after she'd just given herself to a big black pecker. 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 mouth.

"commodity boy !"Sean commended me,"That's what a cuckold is right for. You can do quite a little of clean-up between fucks at the island if you like. You shaver 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, open mouthed buss, then told us he'd be in hint. He told us to,"be ready to plank a individual jet out of Stapleton on the 1st of the calendar month. face pack lightly. You only need clothing for travelling to and from the island. ”