The Argument That Led to So Much

I cannot even remember what the fight was about, but I am sure it was trivial. We are both very fiery characters, and neither of us was about to back down. We were on holiday in the Caribbean and had planned to go dancing in the hotel bar. She called me all sorts rude names before storming out of the room. Her parting comment, that she spat at me on the way out of our room was,

"You are clearly not man enough for me tonight. I am going to see if there are any down there who are."

My wife (Debs), as I said, is a fiery character and I knew she was not going to pull the first man off the dance floor and fuck his brains out. She was, however, steaming and I suspected she was not going to sit in the corner licking her wounds and drinking. She has an exhibitionist streak and loves to attract lots of male attention. Having painted a terrible picture of her, I do need to balance this by saying I love her to bits and I wouldn't swap her for anyone.

When we go dancing, she likes to wear provocative clothes and I love to see her have fun. When I got down to the bar, she was on the dance floor giving it large. There were two locals dancing alongside her and even from the other side of the room it was obvious she was flirting. She often wears bright coloured bras under tight white tops on these occasions, but not that night. Her very ample, very firm boobs were bouncing well unrestricted by any bra. As usual she wore a short skirt that flared out as she danced.

I wasn't sure how to deal with the fact that we had argued so badly. I have never got possessive about my wife dancing with other men, and tonight was certainly not the time to start. I decided instead to sit at the bar and have another drink. I was still feeling really angry and not sure how to deal with it. As I watched her, her two friends took the cues she was clearly giving off and took turns dancing close with hands exploring quite freely. When she did catch me watching her, her smile was one of triumph and 'up yours'.

Briefly, the two men danced close with her at the same time. One was behind her and the other in front. They both groped her, as they gyrated. The man behind had both his hands on her boobs while the other used both hands on her arse cheeks. She was in no way fighting these men off. A number of men, and women, were clearly watching the display that the three were putting on. When the music stopped the man behind her walked away. Without thinking what I was doing, I walked towards my wife. She did not see me coming and presumed that the other man was back. I grabbed both of her boobs and whispered in her ear, telling her that she was making quite a spectacle of herself. Her reply was,

"I certainly hope so. I am absolutely loving it too. I've never had a large finger up my backside while dancing, it is very stimulating."

My reply was said with anger.

"Is that what you want, to be groped on the dance floor with a finger up your arse and your tits mauled?"

"Well yes, it's a fucking good start, but I wouldn't want it to end there."

The other man chipped in with,

"That's it darling you tell him. There is dancing and there is dancing and we have hardly started yet."

I largely ignored him and asked,

"So do you want to show everyone in the bar your body then? Shall we start with your tits?"

"You don't have the balls. Go on then do it."

I was so angry. She had backed me into a corner. My choice was simple storm off with my tail between my legs, leaving her to enjoy the rest of the evening, or, strip my wife of her top, revealing her tits to everyone in the bar. I saw red and pulled her top up until it was bunched around her neck. I grabbed her nipples and pulled them viciously away from her body. She pulled away and I feared what would happen next. She looked at me, more than matching my anger and said,

"You are not even man enough to finish the job, are you?"

With this she took the top off over her head and proudly presented her naked tits to everyone in the room. There was loud applause as she turned and walked purposefully towards the bar. Just before she got there she said,

"Well who is going to buy me a drink then? Whoever does gets the next dance."

Within seconds she was surrounded by men desperate to buy her a drink. Her previous dance partner looked a little embarrassed and said,

"I am sorry, I didn't realise she was with someone she just....."

I didn't let him finish as I assured him that I hoped I would have had the balls to do exactly the same, in his position. As he turned and walked off, he said,

"She is so fucking hot. No panties with a skirt that short, that is sooooo hot. She is not only hot; she is very wet."

He sniffed his fingers as he disappeared with a big smile.

Debs was back out on the dancefloor within a couple of minutes. She was surrounded by men taking turns dancing with her. Most of the men were very free with their hands and although she retained her skirt it was clearly public knowledge that she had no panties on. Her nipples looked bigger, and a much darker shade of red, than normal. She always loves to dance, but that night she was possessed. Many emotions flooded through my mind as I watched her, gyrating in what I can best describe as a sexually inspired way. Even when she didn't have a man's leg of hand rubbing between her legs, she looked like she was having sex with an invisible lover.

I was angry, I was hugely aroused but I was also frustrated to not be where the action was. In the end I simply lost it. When I got to her, she was dancing, or at least gyrating with a tall man who had his hands under her skirt and was pulling her towards him. I simply pulled her skirt up and buried my erection in her soaking wet pussy.

"You bastard, fuck me. God, I need cock, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Within seconds she was exploding in a dramatic orgasm that triggered mine. Suddenly reality struck as my cock shrunk and slipped out of her pussy. My anger did slightly ease until she announced to the world,

"Are there any men around here than can finish the job that my husband is clearly not able to."

With this she sunk to her knees and had her dance partners erection in her mouth within seconds. If I had been angry before, now I was furious. Debs had just had an orgasm that nobody in the whole bar could have missed, but she had called me out as a failure. I slapped her on the bare cheeks and stormed out of the bar. By the time I got to our room I had no idea what I was going to do. I had more idea of what Debs was going to be doing. Having thrown out the invitation she had, I knew her well enough to know that she might well be too headstrong to withdraw it. Would she really go through with it?

It was nearly two hours later that she arrived back to our room. I hadn't slept but fortunately had drunk slowly. It should have been me who was really angry but she walked over to me and slapped me across the face. She looked at me defiantly and said,

"Don't say a fucking word."

She walked to the bed knelt on it, put her head down and her arse in the air. Her pussy looked bright red, her lips were swollen and it looked as if somebody had sprayed it with a high-pressure hose. I had wanted to slap her face back, but settled for a single hard slap across her arse, before burying my rock-hard prick in her unrecognisable pussy.

I am not sure whether it was anger or passion I fucked her with, but whichever it was it was forceful, even violent. Debs told me the next day that not only was it exactly what she needed at that moment but it was the best sex we had ever had. I am amazed that I didn't explode within seconds, but there was something in the chemistry that made it difficult for me to cum. Her arse was gaping as I fucked her and I was tempted to turn my attentions to it. Instead, I simply fucked her hard, until she swore loudly buried her hand between her legs and screamed through an orgasm that was as violent as the fucking. We still said nothing to each other, falling asleep as far apart I as the big bed allowed.

When I woke, I was nervous of how things would be. Debs was in the shower, and I was far from sure what greeting I would get when she came back into the bedroom. When she did it was a quiet, reflective, questioning Debs who said,

"Sorry."

I laughed, which fortunately seemed to be an acceptable response even when I asked,

"What particular thing are you sorry for?"

"Can we just start with the argument. It was silly and I am sorry that I was such a bitch."

"Me too."

We cuddled up to each other, not able to know how to even start to discuss what had happened the rest of the evening. It was again Debs who offered,

"I was out of order dancing with them as I did, so I am sorry for that. I am not sorry that you fucked me in front of everyone. It was breathtakingly exciting and one of the best orgasms of my life. I am sorry that I fucked the three men because I was angry at you. I wish you had been there to share the experience with me, it was an amazing experience, but I am sorry if I have hurt you."

This was not exactly what I had expected and I had to try and process what she was saying. I also had to reflect that I had not exactly behaved well myself. What I had to get my head round was that she had admitted loving her time with three men and was not regretting it. I quickly realised that my only reactions when I thought of her with the three men were; pure excitement, extreme arousal and regret that I wasn't there. I knew I could not be angry with her and had to try and turn the situation positive.

"I think I want you to tell me everything that went on. What happened and what you felt about it. Did you really fuck all of them? Did you climax again after the one on the dancefloor? Don't spare me a thing, right now I can't wait to hear."

She laid her head on my chest, which avoided the need for us to look at each other, before she nervously started,

"Do you really want me to tell you everything? Do you real want a blow-by-blow account? Or more accurately a fuck-by-fuck account. If you do, I will tell it straight, I will be as honest as I can be, it may not be what you want to hear."

I held her tight to my chest and confirmed I wanted to hear everything.

"As soon as you stormed out one of a group of three men said that he and his friends would be delighted to finish the job you had started. They introduced themselves as they escorted me to a large bedroom, with two large beds. Nobody, including me was interested in any foreplay or any subtlety and I quickly on my back with one of the guys naked between my legs. They referred to him as 'Mini' which certainly didn't seem to indicate the size of his cock."

Before I carry on detailing her story, I probably need to let the readers know a couple of things. Firstly, my family are from the Caribbean (St Lucia not T&T, where we were on holiday) and secondly, Debs always teases me that she only married me because I have a big cock. I tease her that I only married her because of her blond hair, lily-white skin and her full arse. Sorry back to the story.

He was as big as you and wasted no time penetrating my already cum-filled pussy. The other two played roughly with my nipples and ran their hands through my hair. I loved being the centre of attention, not for the first time, as he fucked and they played. As you know the missionary position is far from a favourite of mine, but I was not complaining. I was certain that I would have climaxed within a couple more minutes if 'Mini' hadn't sped up and loudly exploded into me.

It was probably a good thing as 'Bruv' was eager to take his place and I was soon filled by another very long, if not so thick cock. I was now keen to orgasm myself and soon moved my hand down to find my clit. This was met with a laugh from 'Boss' before he slid his own hand down and found my swollen button. He said he would allow me to orgasm, but warned me that it would be very premature considering how 'young the night is'. He promised I would not leave the room until 'You have cum so many times you don't know which way is up'. This did nothing to discourage me and I came hard for the second time in the evening."

Debs took a break and I asked her,

"Did you not say 'no' at any time?"

"Oh, yes, I said 'no' lots of times."

"Did they not they not take any notice?"

"Oh, yes, they listened and took notice every time. ------- They asked me many times whether I wanted to stop. They asked me many times whether I had had enough. They seemed delighted every time I said 'no'."

I was loving the way she was telling the story and soon settled down as she got into the swing again.

"It wasn't until 'Bruv's' still impressive cock eased out of my drowned pussy that 'Boss' uncovered himself. You know how much I have always loved a very big cock, this wasn't very big, it was humungous. I cannot remember being more worried than excited about the size of a cock since I first saw yours. This was scary. It was the size of an arm not the size of a penis. I was scared, but it was a hugely excited scared. He saw my worry and cupping my face in his huge hands said, 'It's alright blondie, I promise to be gentle. Do you think that you can take it?' My reply was out of my mouth before I engaged brain, 'no but I would never forgive myself if I didn't try.

This caused lots of laughter. It didn't seem a good idea, to me, when he told me to get on my knees, as he was going to fuck me from behind. 'Mini' was in front of me offering his nearly recovered cock to my mouth and 'Bruv' lay next to me with his mouth close to my ear and his hands on my dangling tits. When 'Boss' offered up his monster to my pussy it felt impossibly big. He gently eased himself into me and finally the head was lodged inside me. It felt just like the first time you stretched me wide open as you eased you cock into my anus.

What more can a girl ask for; a cock in her mouth, her tits being played with as they dangle freely and a monster cock wedged tight in her pussy, heaven. His words were just what I needed, 'there's a good girl, ease yourself back onto me and take all you want.' I did exactly what he suggested and it felt great. My body refused to stay still pushing back as more and more of his cock stretched me impossibly wide. Eventually, he took hold of my hips and his cock found places that even yours have never found.

I found myself pleading with him, but was not sure what I was pleading for. He offered to withdraw but it was one of the times that he obliged when I screamed 'no'. He simply said 'I am going to go for it'. My body felt overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure and this orgasm started deep in my body and just would not stop. They told me afterwards that I screamed before seeming to pass out.

I have no idea how long I was out of it, but all three men were clearly frightened by my reaction. I am sure that 'Boss' had cum deep in me but I suspect 'Mini' had not cum as he was still fully erect. I offered to finish the job but all three refused any further action. They even offered to return with me, to the room, to ensure I got here safely and that you were not violent with me.

I assured them that I could handle you and said I hoped to see them in the bar, either of the next two nights, the last two days of our stay. They seemed very doubtful but excited by the prospect."

I knew the question I had to ask and asked it.

"Would you really go with them again if you got the chance?"

"No, no, no ------------ not unless you came with me. If you want to come with me then yes, yes, yes. I worked out that given you are what eight and a half inches, I must have received a full yard last night. Challenge me to take two yards in an evening and I will try and rise to the challenge. Now I will just have to make do with less than nine inches, but make it gentle, I am feeling rather sore from last night."

Making up sex has always been the best sex and that morning was no exception. Did we meet up with the three locals? You bet we did. Was it good? You bet it was. Are we booking a trip back to the same hotel? You bet we are.