Stacy's Honeymoon

It was day three of our honeymoon in Jamaica, and I already regretted marrying Stacy. I know that sounds harsh, but in the three days we've been here in Jamaica, Stacy has only been in our bed once, and we've only made love twice, on the first day we were here.

It is not that Stacy has been cold and refused to have sex; on the contrary, Stacy has been fucked many times. It's just that none of them was with me. I have counted that she has been fucked at least ten times, but I passed out overnight, so I am sure I have missed another eight or ten more times.

You might ask, "How the hell did that happen and who was fucking her?"

Well, that is the story I am writing for you here. The simple answer is that Stacy has been fucked over and over by many local, very black, very well-hung, very aggressive Jamaican men.

You may also ask, "Where did this happen"? Well, I have to say, everywhere around our resort, on the beach, in a ramshackle beach shack, and even in a bong house. Those are all the places I can confirm, but I am sure there may have been other locations.

I had been in our room, waiting for Stacy to return for over twenty-five hours, and I had been worried the whole time. While I waited, I made my plan of what I was going to do. As angry as I am with how my new wife has been behaving, the way she has treated me, and the way she has shattered our marriage, I am glad Stacy has not returned yet.

It allowed me time to finish what I had to do. After witnessing Stacy with three of these young studs the first night, I decided I would not play any part in Stacy's Jamaican fuck fest and could no longer be her husband.

I was packed and ready, so I wrote a letter to Stacy. There was a knock at the door; the bellman was here to get my luggage, and I tipped him, then sat down to finish writing my letter. It would be short but not sweet.

Stacy,

As you can see, when you returned to our suite, I was no longer here. I could not sit by and watch you destroy my life...

I finished the note and folded it, placing it along with the hotel check-in sheet, her plane ticket, and passport on the desk. I looked around the room to ensure I had left it just like I wanted. Her white wedding night lingerie that I had ripped to shreds, along with the copy of our marriage license, I had torn into four pieces, both lying neatly on her side of the king bed she had not been in after the first day.

I picked up my computer bag and left the room.

I took a few steps down the hall and saw the maid. I asked her to clean our room next. Make the bed and place the items on the bed like a pillow chocolate. I walked down the three floors of steps so I wouldn't run into Stacy if she happened to be in the elevator. I exited out the side door, waiting for the cab. As I sat, I said, "The airport, please, and step on it. I have a flight in two hours."

It was a forty-minute ride. I sat back and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to fill with thoughts about the past few days.

Friday,

It had been an exciting day. It was the day before our wedding. All my family had arrived in Milwaukee on Wednesday and Thursday for the festivities. We had a family breakfast for all twenty-two members. Then, I had a final tuxedo fitting, as did my dad, Stacy's dad, and my brother. Then, we had a few hours to relax before rehearsal, followed by the rehearsal dinner and partying afterward.

Stacy had a bridesmaid brunch, her final dress fitting, and a visit from her two sisters and mom. She had a spa session I had set for her to let her relax and have her body pampered. Her mom and sisters, along with my mom, were also going. I had scheduled them all for the complete treatment, including waxing, so they were all in for a treat. Our two dads would thank me, as would her sister's husband and her other sister's boyfriend.

We had agreed not to sleep together from Monday on, so we would be extremely horny, primed for a great wedding night.

The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner went off great, and the party that followed was a blast. We had a local band and invited our friends, family, and visiting guests to the party. We danced until late. Whenever I danced with Stacy, I wanted to drag her out of there and make love to her. We were getting horny; I was sure we would explode on Saturday night when we finally got our hands on each other.

The Wedding Day was uneventful. I slept in, and we had a Groom's brunch, and Stacy had a Bride's brunch as well. The photographers were everywhere, getting pictures of everything. Digital photography makes it easy to shoot thousands of photos for later review and select the ones you want to keep.

The Wedding was at 4:00 p. m., followed by a formal dinner reception featuring a show band and plenty of alcohol. There were 120 people invited to the Wedding and 200 people, plus, invited to the reception. It cost my parents a fortune, but what the heck, we're only doing this once!

The Wedding was beautiful, but I was in a fog until I saw Stacy and her dad walking down the aisle. Stacy looked ravishing, and my heart was filled with love for this woman. I couldn't wait for her to become my wife in a few minutes!

Stacy stepped up next to me, having been given to me by her dad and mom. Our eyes locked as we professed our love and shared our vows of dedication and commitment. We kissed as man and wife, and everyone cheered and clapped as the church bells chimed. We made our way down the aisle and outside. We had pictures to pose for, so thirty minutes later, we finally entered the limo, waiting to sweep us away.

Once in the limo, we were all over each other, so happy to be man and wife. We were making out as the limo sped off to the reception at the Hyatt Hotel.

We received a rousing welcome as the band played the wedding march when we entered. There were cheers and clapping as we set up the reception line. We had a few drinks as everyone came by and congratulated us, dropping their envelopes in the silk La Borsa held by Stacy.

We were finally able to take our seats, and dinner was served. We were worn out by now, but a big night was ahead. Dinner, toast, and more toasts were fun, some of which were a little embarrassing, but it was all in good fun and love.

As I looked around the room, I realized that everyone there loved both of us, and we were all as happy for us as we were for ourselves. It made my heart full.

After dancing, drinking, posing for pictures, smiling, and smiling more, we finally kissed our parents and escaped to the Bridal Suite, where our party would continue.

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We kissed and whispered loving words as we rode the elevator up. We ran down the hall to our suite. At the door, we stopped and opened it. I kissed Stacy passionately, picked her up, and carried her through the door into our marriage. I sat her down and kissed her softly. We looked around the room. It was beautiful. The bridesmaids and moms had done a fantastic job decorating the room. They had also bought Stacy's wedding night lingerie and my groom's silk shorts, which were laid out on the bed.

There was a note for Stacy, which she read aloud...

Stacy,

This champagne is your toast for good fortune. This Grooms Cake is the food that will feed the love in your marriage. Always remember that you belong to each other. Love and respect your husband, and he will love and respect you in return. Honor and be faithful in mind and body, and your life together will be beautiful.

Your Moms

There was such wisdom in their words that Stacy began to cry as she read.

Once we changed, Stacy came to me wearing her beautiful lingerie while I wore my silk shorts. It only took a second for us to begin kissing passionately. Then, the absence of sex for the previous three days made us into animals.

I kissed her deeply as I pulled off her white lace baby doll, leaving on her thin lace thong and thigh-high stockings with small yellow bows at the top. Her hand was on my chest, her fingers running through my course hair and teasing my little hard nipples. My cock was rapidly growing hard, bulging in my shorts. Stacy rubbed me as we kissed, falling on the bed.

Stacy suddenly went wild, kissed down my chest, pushed down my shorts, and gipped my raging cock. I pulled her hands up over her head and kissed her neck, across her chest to her beautiful firm 36C breasts, teasing them, circling her areolas, and flicking her hard nipples. I took each nipple between my lips, nibbling them. Stacy gasped, sucking air as her soft hands gently stroked my head, running her fingers through my hair. I loved each breast as my hand slipped down her soft belly, finding her thin lace thong wet with her cream.

Stacy moaned, opening her legs and inviting me in. My hand cupped her pussy over her thong, squeezing her hot mound. She was soaking wet, seeping through her thin lace, her wetness seeping into my palm. Stacy moaned louder, rolling her hips, pushing her pussy up into my hand. I could feel her hard clit, so I rubbed it with my thumb, making her squirm more. She gasped as I worked her thin panties into her deep slit, separating her swollen lips, licking her pussy, edging her closer and closer, but not taking her there just yet.

"Oh God, Johnny, that feels so good. Please eat me now. I want your mouth on me!" Stacy gasped, pushing my head down deeper between her legs.

I kissed across her belly, teasing her pierced navel, taking the bangle in my mouth and tugging on it. Stacy moaned and caressed my hair as I slipped her wet thong down her thighs, baring her freshly waxed pussy. I leaned in and slithered my tongue over her smooth skin, licking and kissing her wet pussy. Her skin was soft, like a baby's, and soaked from her cream.

I pushed her legs open and covered her whole pussy with my mouth, blowing hot air on her swelling pussy lips. My tongue slipped out, circling her clit, teasing the smooth skin but barely touching it. Stacy moaned and her hands played with my hair, urging me to do more.

I devoured her taking her clit in my mouth, sucking it until she was withering and moaning, almost losing control. I pushed her legs back, spreading open her cheeks. My tongue slithered over her smooth hot taint, finding her puckered asshole. Her hips moved as I touched her there. It pulsed against my tongue, and I began to tease her crinkled asshole.

"Oh My God, Yes, Johnny, Yes Baby, Eat My Asshole!" Stacy screamed.

This was pretty new. We had only done anal once before. Stacy loved it then, and I made her cum extremely hard by just licking her asshole. Now that we were married, her ass was mine, and I wanted to own it. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and worked my tongue into her asshole. We played like this for a while until Stacy begged, "Oh God, Johnny, fuck me, baby, I need your cock in me."

I quickly moved up, holding my hard cock as I settled between her spread legs. I teased her wet lips, rubbing my spongy cockhead between them, lubing up my cock as I slowly worked it into her hungry cunt hole.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it, fuck your new wife, make love to me." Stacy cooed.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I thrust my whole seven-inch cock deep into her very wet pussy. Stacy groaned as my balls nestled against her ass hole. My thrust was deep, and I tapped her cervix. Each stroke was hard and fast. Soon I was pounding her pussy, and Stacy was cumming over and over. Her pussy squeezed my cock, milking it. My balls began to tighten and tingle. I was going to cum any second. Pounded her pussy harder I pinched her nipples, making her howl from deep within, making sounds I had never heard.

Stacy pulled me down, kissed me hard, and breathlessly gasped, "God, yes, baby, give it to me, cum inside me!"

Her plea did it, and I lost right then cumming hard, pumping hot cum deep into her, filling her pussy with my offering. I knew she was on the pill, so I wasn't worried, even though I was giving Stacy my biggest cum load ever.

We were done with round one and collapsed together, cuddling, kissing, and confessing our love and our joy at being man and wife. We quickly fell asleep.

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Hours later, I stirred, feeling I had to pee, but as I awoke, I realized that the sensation was Stacy sucking my cock. I lay back, not touching her, letting her service me. When she had me ready to cum I moved and held her head until my balls exploded, and I started to cum. I groaned loudly and filled her mouth with another incredible load of cum.

I thought my cock would shrivel after the last few hours of serious sucking and fucking, but Stacy would have none of that. She began sucking on my empty balls. My cock responded like never before, hardening again in seconds. Stacy rolled over on top of me, sliding her hot wet pussy down on my cock. Her pussy was so hot it was like sliding into a volcano. Stacy began riding me, leaning over, kissing me. She looked me in the eye and said, "God, Johnny, I Love You So Much!"

We fucked each other. I gripped her hips, pacing her up and down movements. She started to become frantic, and her breathing was hard and rapid. The look in her eyes showed pure lust with a bit of fire thrown in. She was on a cum seeking mission, and I was on board for the ride. I quickly gripped her hips and rolled her over on her back. I pushed her legs back. She grabbed them, pulling them wide open. I pulled out and went down on her, eating her pussy and asshole until she grabbed my hair, crying out and pulling me off, screaming, "Johnny, oh God, fuck me hard, cum inside me. I need it so bad!"

The sex demon had possessed Stacy. At that moment, I didn't recognize the woman. She had converted into a different sexual animal, and that was when everything changed.

I pounded Stacy's pussy so hard I could without hurting her, but she stayed right there with me, wanting my cock pounding deep into her. Stacy hooked her heels around my back and rode my cock until she had the most incredible orgasm I had ever seen. It was as if she were having a Grand Mal sexual seizure. Her body went into convulsions; her eyes were wide open but rolled back in her head. I could only see white in her eyes. She was trying to breathe, but only small sucks of air were taken in. Her arms and legs were completely out of control, thrashing around. Her pussy was gushing a mix of our cum, wetting the bed beneath her. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen.

I tried to hold her, but she could not stop cumming. Her orgasm lasted almost five minutes. Then, just like that, it stopped cold, and Stacy collapsed back, lying dead still. Her eyes were closed, and she was barely breathing. I ran to the bathroom for a damp towel to rub her with it, trying to revive her. I soothed her skin and face. Stacy started to come around, breathing better and licking her lips. A soft request came, "Water."

I grabbed a bottle off the bedside table and helped Stacy drink. Her eyes finally opened, and I saw my loving wife slowly return to herself, but not completely. There was a different look about her I had never seen, a wanton, hungry look of a sexual tigress that frightened me.

Stacy finally focused on me with spacy eyes and asked, "What the fuck happened?"

I smiled, "You took a powerful trip to the sexual stratosphere, and you just got back. How was it?"

Stacy rolled over to me and laid her head on my belly. Her fingers traced along with my semi-hard cock. "This is the magic stick that sent me over there like never before. Do you think you can do that again?" She asked.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Give me a few minutes, and we can certainly try." I said.

I pulled her up, and we cuddled in each other's arms. A few seconds later, Stacy was lightly snoring, falling into a deep slumber. I quickly followed until our wake-up call came a few hours later.

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We had a mid-morning flight to Jamaica, so we got up. We didn't have to pack our bags were waiting in the lobby. Meriam, the Maid of Honor, and a couple of other attendants were meeting us for breakfast. So, we headed down to eat.

The plan was that once we were gone, they would take all our wedding stuff home to clean. They would return my tuxedo and take Stacy's dress to the cleaners. I am sure the bridesmaids were shocked when they saw the mess we made in the bed, or maybe not.

We went to the shower and tried to wash each other without playing, but that didn't work. I pounded Stacy against the wall, filling her pussy with my fourth load of cum. Stacy kept saying how much in love she was with me, and nothing would separate us. We finished, washed, rinsed, dried off, dressed, and went to meet the ladies.

There was a lot of giggling amongst the women as they quizzed Stacy about last night. I got a lot of admiring looks from them all through breakfast. We finished and had to go. The bellman had brought our luggage to the front, so we parted company. Meriam paid the bill and checked us out. Then, they went to gather all the things in the room.

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We made it to the airport and our flight. Just as we were boarding, Stacy received a text from Meriam.

Meriam's text: "WOW, WOW, WOW, you fucking destroyed that bed, it has to be replaced. You should take it home as a souvenir, God; I wish Jed could fuck me like that!"

Stacy's text: "It was incredible. I wish I could remember more of it; I guess Johnny will have to recap it for me tonight. It could happen again."

Meriam's text: "I hope so for you. Here are a couple of pictures of the carnage you left. Have a great honeymoon. I know you will. Love You."

Stacy's text: "Love you too. I know we will. Ten days in heaven with my lover, what could be better?"

Once the plane door closed, we settled into our First-Class seats, snuggling together and sipping champagne. Stacy showed me the pictures Meriam had sent. I hoped the hotel wouldn't charge us for destroying the bed.

As the flight took off, love was in the air around us. We were starting our wonderful life together, and the next ten days would bond us together for life.

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We landed, and the shuttle took us to the resort. It was beautiful and lush with tropical flowers and people walking around in skimpy bathing suits.

I knew that the next ten days would be amazing, with lots of lovemaking and bonding as we started our life together.

The bellman took us to our suite, and we quickly settled in, stripping off our clothes and making love for the first time on our honeymoon. It was amazing, so soft and loving. We napped the took a walk around the resort before running back to our suite and fucking like rabbits again.

Later, we had a nice dinner, danced, and took a walk on the beach. That's when things got weird, and the night went from wonderful to horrible for me, at least. I think it went from wonderful to spectacular for Stacy. That other woman I didn't know appeared and seemed to love everything that happened.

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Stacy...

I had not seen Johnny in a few hours and was not sure where he was. I awoke lying on the wrinkled and wet sheets. I was completely worn out after being fucked by many beautiful black Jamaican men. I needed to see my husband. I knew I was in terrible trouble and needed to try to fix what I had done and what had happened.

I got up. My legs were like rubber, and cum was running down my thighs. I slipped on my almost nothing clothes and made it to the bedroom door, barely able to walk. The men outside were talking but stopped when I came out. They all looked at me and smiled, knowing they had destroyed my pussy and ass and probably my short marriage over the past two days.

Joseff stood and walked to me. "Are you okay, Miss Stacy?"

I looked at him. "What do you think? Do I look Okay? Where is my husband?" I asked.

"He left for the hotel a long while ago, madam." He said in his strong Jamaican accent.

"I need to go back to the hotel and find him. Will you take me?" I asked

"We have a car that will take you." He said, pointing to the taxi sitting outside.

I walked out without another word.

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I walked into the lobby and rode the elevator to the third floor. As I exited and walked down the hall, I saw the maid was cleaning our room. I walked in as she was finishing the bed.

"Morning, miss." She said politely.

"Good morning. Was my husband here when you came?" I asked.

"No, mam, he left." She stood up and looked at me.

I looked at her, "What do you mean he left?" I asked.

"I was cleaning a room down the hall, and he stopped to tell me I could clean his room. He said he was leaving, and you would be using the room by yourself for the rest of your time here. He tipped me $100 and went down the stairs." She told me.

"What... he left... where did he go?" I was suddenly in a panic.

"I don't know, ma'am, but he had his luggage with him, so I think he was going home." She said.

"Oh God... No, No, No, No, Johnny can't go home. No, No, this is our honeymoon. Oh God, NO!" I screamed.

The maid had nothing more to add. In a panic, I looked around, in the closet and drawers. All of Johnny's clothes were gone.

"Oh Fuck..." I screamed.

"Can you please finish up a little later?" I requested.

"Yes, ma'am." She said as she finished making the bed and left, closing the door.

There was an eerie silence in the room at that moment. I looked around and saw something lying on my side of the bed, which I had not slept in but our first night. I recognized it as the honeymoon lingerie Johnny had bought for me to wear on our first night. Sadly, I had never put it on, and now it lay in a pile of remnants, destroyed and torn into many pieces. There, lying beside it was torn paper, and as I looked at it, I saw our wedding license, which Johnny had ripped to pieces. Laying on top of the torn paper was Johnny's new wedding ring.

I was stunned! Oh God, what had I done, "No, No, Johnny, I am so sorry. I have fucked up so badly." I said out loud to Johnny, wherever he was. I picked up the ring I had given Johnny on our wedding day and held our marriage license torn into four pieces. I began to sob, falling onto the bed.

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I lay there a good while sobbing and wallowing in self pity. As my mind cleared, I realized that Johnny was no longer there. He had left me alone. I thought, how could I expect him to accept what I had done? I had abandoned him on our honeymoon to fuck all the black men from the party and their friends. That was undoubtedly the worst thing I could have ever done, and it was on our honeymoon. How could I have done that to the man I love? I had abandoned, disgraced, and cheated on my new husband, becoming a black cock slut for the last two days.

I sat up and moved to the desk. I saw the papers lying there: my passport, plane ticket, hotel registration form. Beside them was a folded piece of hotel stationery, a note from Johnny. I was afraid to open it, knowing it would be terrible to read.

I went to the minibar for a bottle of wine. I poured a glass, took two swallows, opened the note, and began to read...

Stacy,

As you can see, when you returned to our suite, I was no longer here. I could not sit by and watch you destroy my life and our short marriage. You had forgotten about me as you continually fucked every young black Jamaican stud you could find, completely ignoring our marriage vows. At the same time, we were supposed to be on our honeymoon. Yes, Stacy, this is OUR honeymoon, not a black man fuck fest for you.

You may remember that we were married four days ago when we took vows together to 'honor, obey and forsake all others until death do us part.'

Well, I am still alive, but just barely. You have not forsaken any man that wanted to fuck you, just me, your husband. Your husband doesn't count when you can fuck any big black cock you want.

Since we arrived, you have violated your vows with a minimum of eight black Jamaican men, fucking and sucking them multiple times, while you have made love to me, your husband, only on our first night here. So, since you would much rather be with the black men, letting them fuck you and gangbang you, I thought I might as well just let them have you. You are having such an exciting time with them that I don't see any reason to stay here any longer. I am leaving you here alone, so you can fuck all the black cock you can find, and there is plenty available.

It is clear to me that you don't care about me or our marriage. I doubt you will miss me and may not even read this letter for several more days. I haven't seen or heard from you in the past two days, so it's clear that you haven't missed me or cared about what I'm doing.

Your plane ticket is for next Saturday, and it is on the table along with your passport and the hotel papers. The hotel is all paid up. The plan is inclusive, so you can eat when you are hungry and drink all you desire. The hotel staff, your new lovers, and their friends can help you with anything you need.

Stacy, when you have finally taken enough miles of black Jamaican cock in your white married pussy, you can change your airline ticket and fly home early to Chicago. Or you can wait and fly back on Saturday. I suppose that there is always the chance you may even decide that you want to become a black cock whore and stay here forever. Quite frankly, I really don't give a fuck what you choose to do!

I have a flight out this morning and will be at home. If I do not see you by Saturday's scheduled arrival time, I will conclude that I am not man enough for you, and our wedding was a monumental mistake. The woman I thought I was marrying is not who any of us thought she was!

I will be seeking an annulment of our marriage or divorce, whichever is the fastest.

Enjoy our honeymoon. I didn't. I hated it!

John

I slumped into the chair, stunned. It had been two days since I last saw Johnny. Eight Jamaican men had been fucking me over and over. It had all been such a whirlwind that once it started, I had only fleeting thoughts of Johnny. I was so hot and hungry for the big black cocks that I didn't care who or how many men fucked me for the past two days.

I thought back to this morning. I awoke and realized I was still wearing the same clothes I had on after the party the previous night. I was in a place I didn't know. I stunk of cum and sweat. My pussy was sore, as was my ass. Where was Johnny? I knew I had fucked up big time.

When I started to walk out of the house, my whole body ached, my pussy and ass were on fire, and my jaw was sore. I must have had fun having all the sex, but how did I let it get out of control?

There was a cab sitting outside. "Miss, you want to ride back to the resort?"

I climbed in, and he drove off. I didn't even have to tell him where I was going. As we rode along, he asked, "You're going back to your husband?"

"I took him back two days ago. He isn't happy. I hope you can make it right. You have been in there a long time. You have been used. I'm many black men. That won't be good for your marriage." He said. It was as if he had seen this before.

I was shocked at his words. God, it had been over two days. He was right. How did that happen? Where was Johnny? Why did he leave me there? I know he could not have watched it if it had been that long. What had happened to me?

I started to cry softly.

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Johnny,

I sat in the lounge, waiting for my plane to load. I was destroyed by what the love of my life had done to me. I was lost. For the last several years, my whole life has revolved around Stacy and our future life together. Now what?

I boarded the plane and sent a text to my brother:

My text: "Tim, boarding a plane for home. Stacy has destroyed my whole world. I will explain when I get back. Can you meet me at my house at 6:00 p. m. tonight? I will explain everything then. Stacy is not with me. Please don't say anything to anyone, NO ONE, PLEASE."

Tim's text: "OK, I'll wait to hear it all. So sorry. No one will know you are coming home. See you at 6:00 p. m. Keep the faith, brother. Love you, man!"

My text: "OK, I will try. See you tonight."

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Stacy...

Over the last three days, my sex drive had dominated me. It was like I needed to get married to finally unleash my true inner slut. Since our wedding night, when Johnny fucked me like a whore, I have thought about nothing but being fucked hard. Not making love, just plain animal fucking, with hot, sweaty bodies slapping together, long hard cocks sliding deep in and out of my body many times, using all my holes. Until that night, I was conservative and shy about sex, but that all changed that night.

I remember the first day of our honeymoon was magical. We arrived, and once we were in our room, I attacked Johnny, stripping off his clothes and sucking his cock deep in my throat, something I rarely ever did. I sucked Johnny and played with his balls until he collapsed on the bed, cumming hard, filling my mouth with cum.

I swallowed every drop, licked my lips, then crawled up, kissing his body and, finally, his soft lips with incredible passion. He tasted his cum for the first time as my tongue swabbed his mouth. That kept Johnny going. His cock was trapped between us, growing hard again quickly. I slid down, dragging my sweaty body over him as I took his cock inside me, riding him hard, fucking him with unbelievable power. I slammed down on his hard cock, cumming over and over. I kissed him hard as I lay my sex-sweat-covered body on his, pressing my diamond-hard nipples into his chest. Johnny's cock erupted, filling my pussy with his hot creamy cum. I came again, shaking as we held each other. We slowly came down, feeling the beautiful afterglow, and fell asleep till early evening.

That night, we went to dinner and danced. We clung to each other, and I almost seduced Johnny on the dance floor. We held on and kissed over and over. I was so in love at that moment that I couldn't believe it was real.

The night went on, and we went for a walk on the beach. It was a beautiful night as we walked a long way up the coast. We saw a bonfire and walked toward it. There was steel drum music playing. We saw black men and women dancing and drinking. Some of them were smoking reefers; the smell wafted through the air.

We walked along. A Jamaican couple from the party was walking back from the water. They were so black we didn't see them until they were right next to us.

"Hail, mon and lady, what's up?" They said in their accent.

They startled us.

"Oh, hi, we didn't see you. We were just out for a walk." Johnny said.

Once they were standing beside us, I could see they were naked, sexy, and very black. The woman was beautiful. She had full breasts with pointy, hard nipples. I was sure the man had been sucking on them. Seeing her so turned on made me even more turned on. I looked down at the man's cock. I was shocked. He was soft, but his cock hung down halfway to his knee.

"Do you stay at the resort?" She asked

"Yes, it's our honeymoon," I said proudly.

"Wicked Mon came to join us at the party." The man said.

The man introduced himself, "My name is Gerry. This is my Mona, my girlfriend. We were taking our small time inside the water. Come on, let's go to the party. We celebrate your marriage."

I heard Johnny saying something, but I was so focused on the man's big black cock I didn't hear Johnny. I had never seen a cock as big as his. I had heard about black men but never knew it was real. My pussy was suddenly soaking wet, and I was very horny.

"Stacy, what do you think?" Johnny asked.

I stood there staring. Johnny pushed me, asking, "Stacy, what do you want to do?"

I looked up at Johnny. I am sure he could see there was lust in my eyes. I was so horny now after seeing this enormous cock, I was chewing my lips. I was feeling very naughty and started to wonder what being fucked by Gerry's big cock would feel like inside me?

I heard Johnny say, "Gerry, we need to get back. It's been a long day, and we're tired.

"Oh man, you can't get sleep. It's your honeymoon. You need to party!" He chimed.

Mona pulled a big blunt from her bag and lit it. She took a big hit and passed it to me right off. I looked at Johnny as I took a big pull, holding the smoke in my lungs. I looked at Johnny and pulled him down to me, kissing and 'shotgunning' him, blowing the smoke into my lungs.

Oh, man, that's it, lady? You done this before. Come on, let's party. We have lots of fun." Gerry said.

They started walking toward the others, calling out, "Dem here two newlyweds on their honeymoon and we need to help them celebrate."

The others all got up, moving toward us, greeting us as we approached. I was shocked; they were all naked, and every one of the guys was dark black and had large cocks hanging between their legs, swaying as they walked toward us. My whole body was trembling as I looked at each one. My pussy was very wet; I could feel my cream running down my thighs.

I looked at Johnny. His eyes were everywhere, looking at the beautiful black women with incredible bodies, but he was also staring at the well-hung black guys. He looked at me and saw me trembling, knowing I was way past being turned on and knew I needed to be fucked to be satisfied. He knew we were here with eight black guys and eight black women.

A fleeting thought raced through my mind. I could party with the guys if Johnny partied with the women. It would satisfy both of us, and I know it would satisfy me far more than I ever thought possible.

Mona bumped into me, handing me the blunt, "Here's baby, yo need this, so yo fin it. I have more. D'ese guys be here for yo pleasure. Yo have a long night wit de men. Yo need prepare. We gurls takes care of your man." She said with a big smile.

My body trembled. I looked at Johnny, and I took another huge hit. I tried to pull Johnny to me again, but he pushed me back. I could see concern on his face and felt his hand shaking as he touched me. Johnny leaned down. There was a mixed look of fear and lust in his eyes, but I couldn't read him. He whispered, "Stacy, we must leave here now and go back to the resort. I have a bad feeling about this, and it's not safe."

I looked at him; I was getting a little stones and was very horny. I said, "No, I want to stay."

I took another big hit of the blunt. I looked into Johnny's eyes, kissed him hard, and filled his lungs with my drugged breath. He quickly pushed me back and moved away from me, looking at me with pleading eyes, begging me to leave.

Two women took Johnny over by the bonfire. At the same time, two men and Gerry guided me to another place on the other side of the fire. I could see Johnny as the women started to work on him. I knew he was not into this. That worried me because I knew right then that I was going to fuck all of these guys.

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Johnny,

I cannot explain what happened that first night at the resort, and things quickly got out of control. Unfortunately, Stacy didn't remember her mother's words, "Always remember you belong to each other, respect each other, love, honor, and be faithful to each other, and your life together will be beautiful."

That night, Stacy changed into a completely different woman. One I had never seen or expected to see. She became a true black cock slut. All she wanted was big black cocks fucking her. I knew I was out of her mind as soon as the three guys moved her away from me.

The women tried to make me forget what was happening with Stacy and their guys. I resisted them and finally moved away from them to where I could watch Stacy. I didn't want to see them on her; it was excruciating for me to see my new wife letting these black men take her. I tried to get her away from them, but two other guys put me back in my seat and gave me a lit bong and a Red Stripe beer. I was not to move. At least I needed to know that they were not hurting her and that she was OK with what they were doing.

Not once did I see Stacy look my way or say anything toward me. I was disgusted, seeing my wife fucked in every hole by the big black cocks. Stacy was so overwhelmed she never thought for one second about me. As the night went along, I got stoned and drunk, too passing out in the middle of the night.

The following day, I woke up in a house, not on the beach. I was on a cot in the living room. There were naked people all around me. I looked around and didn't see Stacy, Gerry, or Mona anywhere. I stood stumbling outside to the privy.

The house was in a lousy neighborhood, making me concerned about our safety. I stepped back into the place and heard moaning and bodies slapping together. I moved toward the noises down the hall. As I reached the door, Mona came up behind me, "John, yo not go in there. Yo should leave to the resort. Stacy is safe here, but you don't want to see her like this. We bring her back soon. Please go?"

I looked at her, "Mona, she is my new wife. I should never have let this happen. I should have taken her back to the resort when we met you. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I hate myself more than I hate the guys doing this to her. I'm not sure what I feel for Stacy now. I need her home today, or otherwise, I don't know what will happen." I said firmly, completely lost.

I turned and walked out. There was a cab sitting there waiting, "Sir, do yo want to ride back to the resort?"

I got in and went back to the resort.

As we rode along, the driver asked, "You are leaving yo woman with de men? No good, they mess up her yo woman, fuck her over and over. When they send her back after finishing with her, she will not be the same for you. You may lose her!"

I felt helpless. I could not stop Stacy and the black men, and I wasn't even sure I wanted to. If she didn't care about me, why should I care about her? But fuck, I love her, and I thought she loved me. I sat silently until the cab pulled in front of the resort. I tried to pay the driver. "No sir, the men pay." He said, giving me a sad look.

I walked through the lobby like a zombie, seeing happy couples kissing and clinging to each other, in love and blissful. That was how it was supposed to be for Stacy and me, but it wasn't to be. I made my way up to my room. I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

I woke up several hours later. It was day two of our honeymoon, but it was anything but a honeymoon. It has been pure hell since the last night.

I lay looking at the ceiling, totally bewildered. What was I to do now?

My brain raced through the last twenty-four hours. What had gone wrong? How could my wife morph into a black cock slut instantly? That was what she was now. How could I live with Stacy for the rest of my life knowing what she was and what she had done on our honeymoon? With this memory of coming back on every anniversary.

I knew then that Stacy had to come back to me today, or there was no future for us.

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Stacy...

I reread Johnny's note.

I was so confused I didn't know what to do.

I grabbed my phone, and it was dead. I have no idea how many messages I ignored from Johnny. I am sure he felt abandoned by me.

I found my charger and plugged it in. It would take a few minutes to charge, so I put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, stripped off my nasty clothes, and took a shower. I slid down the wall and sat there as the water poured over me, thinking.

What had I done to my husband? How could I have been such a total slut treating Johnny this way on our honeymoon? He was the man I love more than anything, and I have humiliated and disrespected him. What a massive betrayal I had put on him.

I washed my aching holes and crawled out of the shower, feeling like the well-used whore I was.

What a fool I was, having thrown away the beautiful future I have wanted my whole life, and for what? Two days of lust with black men and women were all incredible sex, but it was not worth destroying our lives.

My phone was charged enough. I called Johnny, but there was no answer on the phone. I texted Johnny, but no response. I called the concierge and requested the first available flight back to Chicago.

I packed and dressed. I called the bellman and arranged for a cab to the airport.

I stopped at the concierge. There was a flight in three hours she booked me on.

I checked out claiming death in the family, which wasn't far off. Death of our marriage was more like it!

They said they could give us credit for a week if we used it within a year. That was generous. I took it.

I loaded into the cab and was off to the airport.

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I arrived at the airport with no flight reservation. God, I had to get to Chicago, my home, to save my four-day-old marriage. What had I done? I had been so stupid. How could I have done this to my new husband, the man I love, and our very short marriage?

I started to cry as I stood in line for a ticket.

One of the Senior Airline Attendants came to me as people watched me coming unglued.

"Ma'am, are you OK?" She asked.

I looked at her; the sadness in my eyes told her NO!

"Come with me; let me see if I can assist you." The Attendant took my arm, guiding me through a door behind the counter into a small office. She sat me down and handed me a tissue.

"Ma'am, please pull yourself together. How can I help?" she said softly.

I took a deep breath, looked down, and swallowed hard. "I have made the biggest mistake of my whole life." Then, I told her a modified version of the story about our central argument. "My husband left me in the middle of the night, and I have to get back to Chicago asap to try to save my marriage." I sobbed all through the brief lie.

"OK, ma'am, let me see what I can do here." She pulled out a laptop and looking at my return ticket, she began to type.

"Ma'am, I see your husband's flight is about to land in Chicago. The next flight is scheduled to depart in two hours and will arrive in six hours. That is the best I can do, but I can also upgrade you to First Class. You can go to the Crown Room while you wait and will have a comfortable flight. I hope that you can work things out at home." She told me with a sweet smile.

I thanked her. She took my suitcase, gave me my ticket, and sent me down the concourse to security. I cleared the security check and found the lounge, settling in a corner seat. I had two hours before my flight. I was so confused and lost. I needed to use this time and the flight to try and figure out what to do.

I knew I had made the most horrible mistake of my young life and probably the worst mistake I could ever make. How could I have done what I did? How did I ignore my husband and let eight big black cocks fuck me over and over? God, I was on my honeymoon! How did that happen? What a real slut I must be!

Tears began again dripping off my face into my lap. I was sitting at a corner table, out of the way, so that no one would notice me. Just then, my phone buzzed. Thank God, it was a text from Johnny.

Johnny's text: "I have landed. I see you crawled out from under your black lovers and are on your way home. Stacy, DO NOT come home. Go to your parents or girlfriend anywhere, BUT DO NOT COME HOME! I need time to think about what you have done, giving your body to a pack of horny black Jamaican studs while we were on our honeymoon, forgetting I existed. I must decide if I can ever love you after that! I will say that I do still love you. That is my dilemma."

Oh my God, what can I do? There is nothing to say. I willingly let the men fuck my pussy, my ass, and my mouth for hours. I was such a true slut, but I loved every minute. I came so many times I lost count. My body was full of black Jamaican cum. I douched my pussy and ass twice, trying to clean myself. I brushed my teeth three times and gargled half a bottle of Scope, trying to remove their taste from my mouth. But even then, I could still taste their sweet cum. Its taste made my pussy quiver even now.

My text: "Oh Johnny, I am so ashamed. I love you so much, but I know you don't believe that after what I did. I can't explain what happened. I admit to everything, and I don't know how to make this right. All I know is that I love you, and PLEASE do not throw me away. We can work through this. OH GOD, HOW STUPID I WAS! PLEASE, PLEASE let me come home. I need you. I love you, please; I beg of you, baby, let me come home!

I sat staring at my phone, praying for the right response. It didn't come; nothing did. There was no reply.

My flight was finally called. I got to the plane and entered First Class. I was offered champagne but declined; I had nothing to celebrate, quite the opposite.

A matronly woman was sitting beside me on the aisle. I rested my head against the cabin wall with my eyes closed. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I felt like I could die.

I heard a whisper, "Miss, are you OK?"

I sat up and looked at her, wiping my eyes on my sleeve.

"No, not really, but there's nothing I can do about it right now!" I said softly.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Johnny. I dreaded opening it, but I had to read it.

Johnny's text: "Stacy, you've created a major mess." I am confused about how I feel and what I should do. I love you, Stacy, more than I should at this point. I am so hurt I do not think I can face you now. I need some time to think through it. I believe you need that, too. I know one thing for sure immediately: you need to be tested for STDs and take a double dose of the morning-after pill. We will have no sex until you are proven clean, and only then, if I decide, that can I stay with you. So, no, you cannot come home. I know you can't go to your parents or your girlfriend, which would only worsen things. I have booked you at the Hilton airport for a week. We will know where this is going by that time. Text me when you land."

I dropped my phone on my lap, covered my face, and sobbed into my hands. Tears were flooding out as I began to shake.

The woman beside me put her arm around me, pulling me to her breast, stroking my head, "Shhhhhh, darling, it will all be OK."

I heard her heart beating in her chest. I slowly started to breathe. My crying stopped. I lay against her, feeling her love and compassion, something I needed at that moment but did not deserve.

I sat up and looked at her, "Thank you! You don't even know me!"

"Oh yes, I do. Not your name, but I know you and what has happened. It happened to me many years ago. Perhaps not the same thing, but it yielded the same results.

I found it strange that I would randomly sit next to this woman. I looked at her with a question on my face. "What do you mean? How can you know what I've done? I asked.

There were announcements on the PA as the plane started moving down the runway. I sat back in my comfortable First-Class seat as we lifted off with a roar, and the landing gear retracted into the plane's belly.

I closed my eyes, trying to clear the pain from my head. The plane soared into the air and settled out. I opened my eyes as the Attendant asked, "Would you like a mimosa, ma'am?"

I took one off the tray. The lady took off another one for me and two for herself. She turned to me. I think we'll need these to get through our little talk, don't you?

I bit my lip as I nodded, wondering what our conversation would be like. Could I admit to this stranger what I had done?

"My name is Miriam West, and your name is," She asked.

"St... Stacy Houser, nice to meet you, Miriam," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Stacy Houser." She said.

I managed to smile.

The Attendant appeared with a tray of appetizers. We each took a plate, and she moved on.

I had calmed now and was hungry, so I snacked on the items on the plate.

Miriam did as well, and then she spoke, "Stacy, what has made you so upset?"

I finished chewing a celery stick and gulped a mouthful of Mimosa. I looked down, ashamed that I even had this story to tell. Then, for the next few minutes, I told Miriam the story of what had happened since my wedding day. I was so ashamed I could not look at her as I talked. I finished, slumped back in my chair, and started to cry softly.

I sniveled, "Miriam, there's no way Johnny and I can recover." He hates me for what I did, and I don't blame him. I hate myself for doing it. It was like an unconscious thing. My body was in a high sexual state, and my desire was insatiable." I paused, "What am I going to do?"

"Stacy, let me tell you what's going to happen. But first, I need to tell you something that happened to me so you'll believe what I'm telling you. Twenty-nine years ago, I was married to Harry West. He was the dream man in my life. We met and dated briefly and knew we were in love. We married in just six months. Our families were not happy, but we didn't care. We were in love.

We were young and broke, so our honeymoon was at the Red Roof Inn in Memphis on a trip to Graceland. That was all we needed. Harry and I had been making love for a few months, but that was all my experience, except for a couple of young guys who knew nothing and were terrible lovers. They always came too quickly. Harry was of average size, but he knew what to do and was better than the other two lovers by a long shot. Harry always satisfied me, making me cum multiple times most of the time. I was happy and didn't look for anything more. I had my dream, man. We would be together forever.

We moved in with my parents, so sex was sparse initially, but we always managed to make love three to four times a week. We both worked and did well, saving money. Harry was a skilled salesman. He was promoted and received bonuses, which allowed us to rent our first home. It was good because we were expecting a little one on the way.

The next nine months were normal. Then baby girl Susan arrived. She was a cute little blonde angel. We all fit nicely in our little rented house. Eleven months later, Harry Jr arrived, and we decided two was enough, so I was fixed, having my tubes tied.

That took all the mystery away, and no more condoms. I love feeling Harry's bare cock inside me as his cum splashes against my pussy walls. We became much more sexually active once the threat of more kids was gone. We did a lot more fucking than lovemaking but we were still not adventurous. We would sometimes sneak off to a motel at lunch and fuck like rabbits. That was as naughty as we were, and we loved it."

For our second anniversary, we decided to take the honeymoon we never took when we were married. We wanted sun and fun, so we decided on Jamaica. We looked at many resorts and decided to take a chance and visit Hedonism. We were aware of the resort's reputation and had discussed it. We decided we could expand our sexual experiences and learn more about ourselves and how far we could go. That created a challenge for us because it was a sexual place, and we had no idea what would happen.

When we arrived, we were booked into the nude side of the resort. That surprised Harry but not me, and I had secretly changed our reservation to that side without telling him. It was a surprise that turned out to be dangerous and almost destroyed us.

We checked in and loved our room. The view was excellent, and we were just above one nude pool and could see all the beautiful naked bodies as they sunned and played around with each other.

For me, I was extremely excited. My whole body wanted this, and I was instantly wet as soon as I stripped naked and walked out in front of Harry. He had been staring at all the activities by the pool, when I squeezed in front of him, pushing him back with my bare bottom. I leaned over the railing, wiggling my ass against him. His cock grew hard in his shorts."

"Miriam, what are you doing?" He asked. shocked that I would flaunt myself, letting anyone who wanted to see my naked body see me.

"I turned, looking into his eyes. Harry, I want you to get naked. I want you to fuck me on this balcony in front of everyone. I want them all to see us fuck. Hopefully, they will cheer us on. This is why we came here, remember, to challenge ourselves and do sexy things we have never done before."

"OK... I guess?" Harry looked at me with hot eyes.

"I dropped to my knees on the tile floor, unbuckled his shacks, and pulled them and his shorts down so he could step out of them. I was staring at his nice hardening cock. Harry was not big, but he was straight and a good six and a half inches long, but he was thick. When he got hard, he was like steel and could fuck for an hour. Stamina was never a problem for him. Even today, he can cum and keep fucking me through many big 'O's.

I looked up at him and kissed his cock. I licked it and pursed my lips on the crown, sucking him but not touching him with my hands. He started to moan, 'Suck it, baby, please suck it?'"

"No, I don't, mister," I said and stood up. I needed Harry's cock hard as steel so he could fuck me for a long time, so the pool people below would all see us and cheer. I turned around, spread my feet, and wiggled my ass. "Fuck me, baby, let's put on a show!" I said.

"Harry couldn't stop himself. He moved up behind me. He rubbed my bare bottom, then pushed two fingers into my cunt. He fingered me fast and hard. I was so wet I was squishing with every stroke. Then, suddenly, I couldn't help myself. My body shook, and I started cumming. I moaned loudly so the people in the pool two floors below could hear me.

Suddenly, twenty people were looking up at us.

God, Harry, they are watching us, fuck me, baby.

He pulled his fingers out and slammed his cock deep in me in one quick stroke.

Oh God, Yes!" I screamed, not thinking about our audience.

"Suddenly, they were all whistling and hooting, 'Fuck her, good man, make her cum hard.'"

"I felt Harry's cock surge. So, he liked the audience, which made me happy. I knew we were in for a rough time, and I hoped Harry could handle it all.

He fucked me as the crowd grew bigger and louder. I was cumming over and over. Some men were jerking their cocks, and a couple was fucking along with us on a lounger below. They drew their little crowd of watchers.

I reached between us and cupped Harry's big balls, rolling them in my fingers. I squeezed them. He let out a deep animal groan that everyone heard as his balls erupted, and he filled my hot pussy with a massive load of his hot creamy cum, shooting it deep in my pussy.

Below I heard, 'Man, look, they're cumming. Look at their faces. My God, that's so fucking hot!' A man yelled, jerking his cock and coming all over the ground in front of him."

Stacy, it was the hottest thing I had ever done. My pussy clenched so tight on Harry's cock, and my whole body was shaking as I came again. There were more cheers of approval below.

I collapsed against the railing, breathing hard as Harry held my hips. His cock was buried balls deep in my hungry pussy, still hard as stone. He slowly began to fuck me again. My whole body was on fire then, and I started cumming over and over, non-stop. I was hanging onto the railing with my head hanging down, pushing back against him, taking his hard cock as deep as I could.

We fucked like this for a half hour until Harry filled me with cum again. I pushed back and fell to my knees on the balcony, shaking so hard as my orgasms just wouldn't stop even after his cock was out of me. It was incredible.

Finally, the band of watchers dispersed, and Harry pulled me up, carrying me to the bed. Harry's cock was still hard, so he made love to me, making me cum and call his name as I came several more times. I finally was exhausted and pushed Harry off me. We cuddled and slept. We woke. I took Harry's cock in my mouth, sucking him, taking another load in my mouth. I kissed him, making him taste his cum. He shied away at first, but I held him as our kiss grew more passionate. He stayed hard, but my pussy needed a rest. We showered together, dressed in almost nothing, and headed out to explore the resort.

I was topless with only a tiny see-through thong bottom showing everything I had. Harry was in a tight men's thong that showed off his bulging package to everyone. It would be the last time we wore clothes except at meals or evening parties.

That afternoon was the beginning of my life's most incredible sex-filled days, but it also almost destroyed us."

Miriam stopped and drank her Mimosa, sitting back and thinking about that time.

"Miriam, what happened that almost destroyed you?" I asked.

Miriam looked at me. "I'm guessing it was probably the same thing that happened to you.

That night, after we ate and had met some new people, we went for a walk on the beach. It was beautiful and romantic. We stopped and made out in the dunes but waited for more until we got back to our room to go further.

I was in a constant state of arousal. My pussy was dripping, so I was ready to fuck any second and anywhere. As we walked back into the resort, we heard music from the club. We love to dance so we went in. The island music was so seductive. The mood was sensual, and all the naked and semi-naked people looked hot.

We found two chairs at a table with the people we had met at dinner. I pulled off what little clothes I was wearing and stripped Harry. I pulled him to the dance floor, rubbing my hot, naked body all over him. We were almost fucking right there on the dance floor. God, I was so horny.

We finally went back and sat with our new friends. They were a little older than us and extremely attractive, from Alabama. We had a drink. A slow tune came on, and the man, Don, asked Harry if I could dance with him. Harry looked at me, and I smiled, so I nodded at Don. When Don stood up, I almost fainted. He had the most enormous cock I had ever seen hanging between his thighs.

I looked at May, his wife, and she just smiled at me, knowing what I was feeling.

Don was a little taller than Harry and had a more muscular build. As we danced, he whispered, "Miriam, are you swingers?"

I looked up at him, but before I could answer, his mouth covered mine. His hand squeezed my ass cheeks, and his cock pressed against my belly. It was so hot, and my pussy was pulsing. I almost came right then. Suddenly, I was so overcome with lust I could not push him away. All thoughts of Harry vanished, and I was in the moment. I kissed him as I moved my legs apart, letting his thigh slip between my legs. His cock began to harden as I rubbed my pussy against his thigh, wetting it with my cream

My head lay against his hard, hairy chest, and we melded together. When the song ended, I looked over at the table. May was in deep conversation with Harry. Thank God she had distracted him. As we returned to the table, Don asked again, 'Miriam, you didn't answer, are you and Harry swingers?'

I looked up. Don stopped us about ten feet from the table and kissed me again. I was spellbound and whispered, "Not yet!"

"As the kiss broke, I looked at the table, and Harry was staring at us. The look on his face said it all: shock, disgust, fear, anger, and a great deal of jealousy. I knew I had made a big mistake kissing Don.

We arrived at the table, and another slow tune began. May quickly pulled Harry onto the dance floor before he could say anything. It was a good thing, and I felt there could have been an ugly moment before he left.

Don and I talked about swinging and their open relationship. He explained that they came here twice a year, No Holds Barred. They could do whatever they wanted with whoever they wanted, no questions asked. There is no jealousy or anger, just fun and games. If possible, they preferred to pair up with a couple for several days.

As we talked, I watched Harry and May. She was working on him, finally pulling him against her grinding her pussy on his hard cock trapped between them. They kissed, then kissed again, more passionately this time.

I was surprised by my reaction, and it turned me on to see Harry with May. My pussy started to tingle, imagining how Don's big cock would feel inside me. I also wondered what it would be like to see Harry fuck May. When Harry and May returned to the table, I was off in my little sex-filled head.

No one spoke, so Harry said, 'It's been fun with you tonight.' We need to get back to our room and get some sleep. We can meet for breakfast tomorrow at about 10:00 a. m. Ok.'

Everyone agreed. We all stood and hugged. Then Don kissed me hard. A sexual surge shot through me, making my pussy pulse. Then May kissed Harry. Her hand slipped down and squeezed his cock. I don't think she saw me looking when she did it. Harry groaned, kissing her harder. May let go, and Harry stepped back, his cock pointing straight up hard, tight against his belly. He turned toward me but didn't look at me. We held hands and walked away toward our room. There was silence between us for the whole walk back.

I was worried Harry was angry at me or thought I was angry at him. When we opened the door to our room. I reached down, grabbed his semi-hard cock, and pulled him into the room. I said nothing as I led him to the rumpled-up bed, pushing him back on it. I looked at him and crawled over him, looking down at him with a serious expression.

'So, you liked May playing with your cock?' I asked as I took his semi-hard cock in my hand, squeezing him. Harry groaned. His cock pulsed in my hand at my words. I knew I was right. I moved back and leaned down, taking his cock in my mouth. I slid him deep into my throat and sucked him, bobbing my head.

Harry groaned, 'Oh fuck baby, you're killing me.' Then his balls exploded, giving me all his cum. I swallowed as I always did, but he gave me so much cum I had to swallow several times more than usual.

His cock didn't soften, staying hard. I took him deep one last time, sat up, smiled, and stuck out my cum coated tongue, something I rarely did. Harry smiled, 'I know you want to fuck Don too, don't you? As he spoke, his cock was bigger. I know you want to feel that big cock deep inside you.'

I told him, Yes, I do, but right now, I want your big fat cock fucking me, or maybe I will be fucking you, but either way, baby, I love you, and you will always be my man! I slid up, slipping his sponge cockhead into me. pressing down, taking all of him deep, then riding him for all I was worth.

Stacy, we fucked the whole night, sleeping only when exhausted. We finally slept a couple of hours until the sun blasted in through the opened drapes. The night had been incredible.

I woke Harry with his cock in my mouth. His morning wood was hard as steel. I sucked him off until he started to cum. I pulled his cock out and did something he had asked me to do for years, but I thought it was nasty and never would allow. I stroked his cock, letting him cum all over my face. I gave myself a facial. Harry watched me paint my face, then smear his cum all over like a lotion.

Then Harry did the unexpected. He pulled me down, kissed me hard, then started to lick his cum off my face. My God, Stacy, it was so erotic, my hand slipped between my legs, and I frantically rubbed my clit until I had a smashing orgasm. We lay together, cuddling in silence. It was one of the most beautiful bonding moments we had ever had in all our years together."

I could see the joy in Miriam's eyes as she shared this part of her story with me. She loved Harry very much. Then, I saw a change in her demeanor as she started again.

Stacy, as we lay there, I played with his chest hair tracing my fingers down along his belly to his cock. running a single finger along the length of his stirring cock. Harry moaned softly.

'Harry, we are supposed to meet Don and May at 10:00 a. m. for breakfast. You have a scuba lesson at noon. How long is that?' I asked.

Harry moaned and said, 'Stop that, or I will cum again.' He pushed my hand away and sat up. His cock was hard now, standing up between his legs.

He said, "We'll go to breakfast." Then I will go to my scuba lesson. There is a planned pair dive on a shipwreck about an hour away. That will be over by about nightfall, they said, and we will be back by about 7:30 in time for dinner and the lingerie party tonight.'

Oh, you'll be gone that long? What should I do while you are gone? I'll go to the beach for a while after breakfast, then head to the spa for some treatments at 3:00 p. m. I'll come to the room, take a nap, and get ready for you tonight. I'll meet you here when you get back.'

We agreed and went to the shower. We didn't make it through the shower without a quick fuck. Our vacation was unbelievable. We fucked so much more than we had in a long time, and I was horny every minute I was near Harry.

Breakfast was fun. We agreed to meet Don and May for dinner and the party.

Harry went off to scuba class, so I went to the beach to work on my tan under the hot sun."

Miriam stopped and looked down, thinking. "Stacy, this is when everything went wrong."

"What happened, Miriam? Tell me, please, God, I need to know, and what did you do to fix it?" I begged

Miriam took another swallow of her Mimosa, ordered another, and looked at me. There was sadness in her eyes.

"Stacy, I went to the beach to the sun. I picked a lounger away from the crowd and lay down on my front. A cute cabana boy came over, offering to put sunscreen on me. I didn't want to burn, and the thought of this adorable black boy rubbing oil on my naked body turned me on. So, I said yes.

He left and came back with a tray of oil and a drink. "Ma'am, drink this, relax, and Jerome will take care of you."

I did as he told me and drank the drink. It relaxed me as Jerome rubbed every square inch of my body. His hands were magic on me and me, and I grew hotter and more turned on by the second. The sun, the drink, and his hands had me ready to cum in no time. Then Jerome rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. He looked at me, smiled, dropped to the sand, and went down on me, eating my pussy like a pro. He tongue fucked me with his long tongue, swabbing my G-spot, driving me crazy. Then he pushed a finger deep into my ass. I exploded and screamed, cumming as hard as I ever had cum, gushing cum all over him. Then, just that fast he was gone.

I felt terrible that I had allowed the boy to make me cum. I had cheated on my husband or not. We were here to expand our sexual horizons. No, it was OK. Harry was going to fuck May tonight, and I was going to fuck Don, so no harm done.

I lay there for a few minutes, then ran into the surf, washing myself off. I played in the water and then walked down the beach. It was close to lunchtime, and I saw a small hut beside the dunes, so I stopped there. It was a small restaurant, so I went inside. There were many natives inside, mostly men but a couple of women.

I ordered some Jerk Chicken and a Red Stripe Beer, sat, and ate. I was given my check, and I realized I had no money. I told them I was staying at the resort and could get money and bring it back. That didn't sit well with the owner, man. He told me I had to pay one way or the other before I could leave. I didn't know what that meant, so I asked him, and he sent a woman to me. Miss, you're doing bad, not paying. You need to work it off now on your back."

I was shocked at what she said. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"You need to fuck these boys for your bill." She said.

I looked around the room. I was suddenly afraid of what I had gotten myself into. I looked around, and six young black Jamaican men were in the room.

"How many?" I asked

"All them, Missy. They all want a piece of your white pussy and ass!" She said loudly so everyone heard.

"Oh, No, I can't do that. I can come back with the money." I said.

"No, Missy, you lost that chance. Now you pay with your pussy and ass." She nodded her head, and two of the men came to me. They took me into a room at the rear of the building, which had a bed and some chairs. I lay my naked body on the bed. I was afraid but realized how turned on I was by the thought I was trapped in what would be my very first gangbang. My pussy was instantly soaking wet.

Stacy, it would take a couple of hours to tell you about that experience, but I think you already know what it was like from your experience last night. Let me say that the next eight hours were the most incredible sexual experience of my life. Each of the eight big black cocks fucked me over and over. I took each of them in my ass at least once. I sucked them all before and after they fucked me. I was double-teamed and spit-roasted multiple times. I came close to one hundred times, counting little and big orgasms. When they were done with me, and I had paid my bill, I could barely walk. My pussy, ass, and belly were all full of a gallon of cum each. I had never been more sexually satisfied in my life.

I lay there while they closed up. I was poured a glass of strong Jamaican rum, and I gulped it down and then had a second. I had no idea what time it was, but it had been a long time. I finally came to my senses and thought about Harry. My God, what had I done?

I scrambled to my feet, and two guys helped me get back to the resort. They got me to my floor and left me in the elevator. I stumbled to my door, leaning against it, banging on it. The door flew open, and there was Harry, bug-eyed, looking at me, barely standing, completely naked, leaning against the door jam. I began to sob as soon as I saw him. I had no idea how to explain what had happened, and I only prayed that Harry would understand. I stepped into the room on very shaky legs. Black men's cum was all over me and leaking from my two holes. There was no doubt about what I had been doing. Harry didn't know who or how many. I fell on the bed, exposing my well fucked pussy and ass to him. His eyes locked on my pussy, leaking a steady stream of cum. He looked me in the eye, and his expression was dead. He turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door.

I hadn't the strength to go after him. I lay there sobbing, knowing I was in serious trouble. Harry was gone, but where?

The night passed, and I must have fallen asleep. Morning came, and I was still alone. I could still barely walk. My body had been ravaged. I went to the shower and cleaned up. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw a note lying on the bed. I was afraid to read it, but I opened and read it.

Miriam,

I cannot be around you right now, so I have gone home. You should come home when you get it together. I look forward to learning about your progress. It is clear to me that many men have been inside your body today. That was never our plan, so you have overstepped every boundary imaginable. I am very confused right now and need time. If you follow me home, do not expect a warm welcome because there won't be one. I'll be waiting if you'd like to try to work things out.

Harry

"I looked in the closet and drawers. Harry's clothes were gone, so there was no trace of his existence. I fell to the floor sobbing. "What had I done? Had I destroyed my life with Harry!"

"It took me some time, but finally, my adult brain took over, and I gathered myself. I quickly packed and called the front desk to check out. I left the room, pulling my suitcase behind me. I caught a cab to the airport. I was able to get a flight in a few hours, so I sat thinking about the last three days."

"The plane landed. I took my carry-on, and I caught a cab home. It was late afternoon when I arrived. I stood outside the door with a great deal of trepidation. What was going to happen when I entered? I was shaking as I unlocked the door. I pushed it open, dreading what was on the other side. Whatever it was, I knew my life as I had known it was over, and a new phase was about to start."

"I had fucked up, and though it was not completely voluntary, I had let it happen, and after getting over the initial feeling of being violated, I loved every inch of their big black cocks as they fucked me and fucked me, filling me with their cum. Not once throughout the whole time did, I think of Harry until after they were done with me."

"I even remember begging for more after I came each time. Their cocks were all amazing. Long, fat, and hard as stone. Their stamina was incredible, especially for two of them, twin brothers, Tomas, and Edgar. They were like Adonis's. They towered over the others by several inches in height and several inches between their legs. I wanted them to tag team me and for everyone else to leave. Their matching twelve-inch cocks filled me, pushing into my womb, filling my belly with huge loads of their black cum. The twins doubled-teamed me once my ass had been opened. The feeling was incredible, and I constantly came on their cocks for over an hour. They were putting on a show for the others. That experience made what was going to happen now with Harry worth it. I knew I would never have sex like that again."

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I stepped inside the dark house. It was still light outside, but all the drapes had been pulled closed, and no lights were on. It was eerie and scary, and I reached for the light switch.

"Leave it off!" came a booming voice.

I jumped back. I couldn't see anything as my eyes had not adjusted to the dark.

"Why are you here?" came the booming voice again.

Shocked again, I had a tough time finding my words.

"I, uh, I live here?"

"Are you sure? I thought you gave that up last night!" Came the booming voice once again.

I cowered into the corner by the front door, considering running out of it.

"No, No, I didn't give anything away!" Trying to get on level ground.

"You didn't give anything away? I thought for sure you did. You gave your pussy, mouth, and ass away, you desecrated our wedding vows, and you gave our life away. All for what, a little sexual pleasure, being gangbanged by big-cocked Jamaican men. You are a slut, not the woman I married. Why should I let you back in my house? I hope you are happy with yourself now?" The booming voice mellowed, and I heard sobbing in the dark.

I stood frozen, unable to move, talk or think, as what Harry had said sunk into my confused brain. My eyes adjusted so I could see Harry sitting in his chair, with his hands crossed on his lap and his Colt 45 revolver lying on the arm. The sight sent a cold shiver down my back.

My words caught in my throat as I stepped toward him.

"Harry, what are you doing with your gun?"

"I have been considering if my life is worth living now that my wife has given herself away, and I no longer know if I love her or if she loves me?" His voice cracked as he uttered the words.

"Oh God, No, Harry, I love you so much. I did not willingly do what I did last night. I was forced initially, then my sexual brain took over, and I could not stop what was happening. I must admit, the sex was incredible, but there was no emotion, no love, no you, so it was just physical. God, Harry, I love you so much. I was just on a walk, and it just happened. I am so sorry."

"What I saw was you begging for those big cocks to plow your body, any available hole needed to be filled. I have never seen you like that. You were not the woman I married and loved, and I didn't know who you were. I can only describe you as the 'biggest black cock slut' I have ever seen."

"I fell on the sofa. Harry had seen me and watched the debauchery, seeing me beg them to fuck me. Oh God, how?"

"The lights suddenly came on. I squinted as Harry moved beside me on the sofa. My mind was spinning, and I sobbed uncontrollably, shaking violently, and completely breaking down. He gathered me in his arms and kissed my forehead."

I watched Miriam as she told me her story. Her eyes filled with tears, with an occasional drop sliding down her cheek. I reached up, wiping them away and caressing her cheek. I was so touched by what she was telling me, and I could feel her pain as she shared her betrayal, which was so much like mine.

I took her hand in mine. "How did it end? Miriam, I need to know."

Miriam looked at me and smiled, taking a deep breath and the last swallow of her Mimosa.

We had been talking for over an hour, and I felt hopeful, and I knew I was not the only woman this had happened to. The next part was the most important to me, how did they repair their marriage?

"Tell me, Miriam, please tell me?"

"Stacy, that night was probably not as hard as yours is going to be. Harry and I had been married a few years and in love longer than that, so Harry was very forgiving. You only have three days married, so I think that will be harder to get through."

"Once I calmed down, Harry told me he had gone looking for me, and someone told him about that shack. They had seen a woman go in hours ago but had not returned. Harry went to the door, but it was locked. He heard moaning and my voice, so he knew it was me. He found a window where he could see and hear better."

"Harry told me I was going wild as the twins were fucking my pussy and ass at the same time. I was cumming over and over. When they pulled out cum rolled out of my holes, and I started begging for more. When another two men with big black cock pushed into my pussy and mouth, it was too much for him, and he left angry, confused, and jealous. That's when he decided he had to leave, or he may do something to someone."

"I started sobbing, ashamed of what I had done or allowed to happen. I knew I had hurt Harry and only hoped he could forgive me. I swore I would be loyal to him every minute for the rest of our lives together."

"Harry accepted my apology and explanation, but there were conditions. No sex until I had all my test results and was negative for everything, and I had to sign a Post Nuptial Agreement cutting me out of everything if I cheated on him. It was the same for him as well."

"The tests came back with me having chlamydia and crabs. I was treated immediately and took a course on the morning after drugs for three days."

"I was clear in two months, and we made love the night of my clear report. From then on, we have been 100% true to each other for well over twenty years."

I looked at Miriam, wondering if I would be able to tell my story to a young woman in twenty-plus years.

I sat back and closed my eyes, thinking of what would happen when I got home. I will check into the Hilton and try to figure out how to save my very short marriage.

"Stacy, be 100% honest with Johnny, pledge your love and devotion. Do anything he requires you to do and never, never waver. That is the only way Johnny will learn to trust you and be able to love you unconditionally. I know you love Johnny, so that is the only honest advice I can give you. There is no magic pill to recover from this type of thing, and it will take a lot of demanding work, mostly on your part."

Then the announcement came across that we were landing.

I turned to Miriam. "Thank you for sharing your story. It has given me hope that we can survive what I have done. I only hope Johnny will let me make this up to him and forgive me over time. I don't know what to do now."

Miriam looked at me, "Stacy, there are three things you have to do right away."

"One... You must get tested for STDs immediately and take a three-day course of 'morning after pills."

"Two... You must be strong and repent to Johnny for what you did, leaving out no details if he wants to hear it. Then take any punishment he issues, proving to him he is your man, your only man."

"Three... You must give Johnny babies as soon as he lays with you again. Then you will know you are his woman again."

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The plane stopped at the gate, and we both started to exit the aircraft. I gathered my carry-on and followed Miriam off the plane.

Once in the terminal, I turned to Miriam and pulled her to me, hugging her tightly. I whispered, "Thank you so much. I have hope now!" I quickly turned and walked away.

I walked through the terminal to baggage claim, then to the hotel shuttle pick-up. I found the Hilton shuttle and got on board. It filled with a few more people and departed. We made the short ride to the hotel. I got checked in and went to my room.

Now what?

I felt dirty, nasty, unclean. I needed a shower. But before I could do that, I had to find a test lab for my STD test. I also needed a drug store to pick up the morning after pills and douche. I had to clean my body as best I could.

I found both locations nearby. I called and made an appointment in an hour.

I showered, scrubbing every inch of my body, trying to cleanse my pussy and ass. I made sure all the black cum was washed away, and I was squeaky clean. I died and dressed.

I texted Johnny.

My text: "Johnny, I am at the Hilton. I know you don't want to see me, but I desperately need to see you. I will not touch you. I just need to see you, be in the room with you. I love you so much, and I am so ashamed of what I did. I apologize for being so weak that I could not stop what happened and enjoyed it so much. I am being tested in an hour and taking the 'morning after' pills starting today. PLEASE, Johnny, I love you, I love you. Please let me come home."

I pressed send and left for my testing appointment. I had an Uber waiting to take me to the STD lab fifteen minutes away, and I arrived and asked him to stay.

It took me twenty minutes to take the test samples, and I would receive the results in twenty-four hours.

The Uber took me to the CVS down the road. He waited while I bought a few things and the 'morning after pills for the next three days. I bought some food and snacks for my weeklong stay.

Back in the Uber, he took me to Chick-Fil-A for food, then back to the Hilton.

I tipped him big.

As I walked into the lobby, I heard "Stacy"!

I dropped the bags in my hands, jerking around toward the voice. My heart leaped. Standing across the lobby was Johnny, my Johnny. My God, he is here. He looked terrible. My God, had I done that to him? Had I destroyed him, us? Tears ran down my cheeks as I had a bad feeling spread over me. I almost collapsed seeing him this way.

A day ago, Johnny looked beautiful, full of love, and excited about our next few days and the life we were embarking on. Then yesterday and last night happened. Now what? I am here, and Johnny is here. What's next?

We stood looking at each other. What now?

Johnny walked toward me. He said nothing and stopped several feet from me.

His look was stern, flat, with no emotion showing at all. No hate, no love, no nothing.

I was confused. Why was Johnny here? He said he didn't want to see me, talk to me or be with me, yet here he was. I didn't understand.

"Hi, Johnny. I was the first to speak. Why are you here? You said you didn't want to see me?"

Johnny stood looking at me. His expression didn't change. He stepped closer, a foot away, looking down at me. He turned and walked toward the elevator without a word.

I followed, not knowing what else to do. My heart was beating out of my chest. I stopped behind Johnny as he pressed the up button. The door opened, and he stepped on, turned toward me, "Come."

I stepped onto the elevator, and the door closed. "Press your floor," Johnny said in a dead voice.

The door opened. I backed out of the elevator, waiting for Johnny to follow. He came off, following me two doors down to my room. I swiped the lock and entered, leaving the door ajar.

I sat on the bed waiting, but 'NO' Johnny. I fell back, balling up facing the window, and began to sob. All I could think of was what a worthless slut I was. My life was over, and I had destroyed it. My body was shaking uncontrollably.

I heard a noise and rolled over. Johnny came through the door. He had the bags I dropped, and he sat them on the table as the door closed.

I sat up. "What is going on? Why are you here? I am so confused. You told me not to come home. You didn't want to see me. You needed time. Then you show up here. I don't get it. I thought you hated me for what I did. Johnny, you left me in Jamacia, not giving a shit what happened to me. What was that about? I am confused!"

Johnny finally said something, "Stacy, I love you. Stacy, I hate you. Stacy, I need you. You fucked up, and I hate what you did. I know what happened was not completely under your control. But you did let it go on all night, and you didn't think or care about me. All you wanted was those big black cocks to fuck you."

"God, Johnny, I am so sorry. I was out of control. A different person, someone I had never been before and didn't want to be again. All I want now is to be your wife, to love you every minute of every day. I want to have your babies, build a life together and raise our family."

"Oh Johnny, I love you so much. I need you, and you need me. We are married, though it didn't seem like that for the last couple of days. I will do anything you want me to if you take me back, ANYTHING!"

"Stacy, this is what is going to happen. Once you are cleared medically, you are going to come home. We are going to restart our life together and see how it goes for two months. If during that time, either of us decides we want out, we will divorce. If after two months we are solid and are staying together, we will remarry, repeating our vows in front of God and our families."

"Oh God, Johnny, yes, yes, yes, I will do anything. I love you so much. Thank you, I will be true to you forever."

"I have brought your car so you can move around, and I brought some clothes as well. You are not expected to go back to work for eight more days. When your tests come back clean, I will be coming here, and we will finish our honeymoon here in this hotel. We have some serious catching up to do."

Johnny moved, took me in his arms, and kissed me. The passion was there, and I felt his love. His touch, which I thought I had lost forever, made me so horny I wanted to fuck him so badly, but we couldn't.

I pulled him on the bed, and we made out like teenagers. We took each other's clothes off, and I sucked his cock. He fingered me, making me cum several times. His balls finally exploded, and I drank his cum, every drop. We couldn't fuck, so this was the best we could do. It was enough for now. We lay together for an hour, and I gave Johnny a smooth hand job, letting him cum all over my breasts.

We showered, and Johnny left me until I was clean. We kissed goodbye like the end of a date, and the door closed. I was as horny as a schoolgirl and took care of myself the same way.

Epilog...

My test results came back with a clean slate the following afternoon. I called Johnny with the news. He was at my door in less than an hour. Johnny was nicely dressed and brought my little black dress with new sexy lace nothings. I dressed and I felt so sexy. My man was back. He took me to Bartholomew's, my favorite steak house. It was a date. We had drinks, a great dinner, and a few dances in the bar.

We came back to the hotel and made passionate love. It was beautiful. We slept in each other's arms. We woke several times during the night, and Johnny ravaged my pussy and ass as we fucked throughout the night. I woke him in the morning with his morning wood deep in my throat. I could not deep throat his sweet cock before that night, but I could now. He moaned and fucked my face cumming hard down my throat.

The week was a repeat every day and night. We would order room service and stay naked all day. After the fourth day, I wanted to go home, so we checked out and went to our home.

That night I dressed in my honeymoon lingerie, and we made sweet love in our bed for the first time as man and wife. It was glorious, just as it was always supposed to be.

Our life moved on, and two months later, I was pregnant with our first child. I had followed Miriam's rules and given Johnny a baby, proving that mistakes can be made and remedied if true love exists. It does.

Eighty-one days later, we held another wedding in our church for twenty-one family members and our closest friends. It was a short service, no glitz or glamour, just a reaffirmation of our lifelong vows.

We never explained why we had the second wedding service, just as we never spoke of the three days after our original wedding. Those days are a fleeting memory, never to be spoken about or relived. But as much as I try, the feelings and images in my mind will never go away, and I draw upon them sometimes when I am very horny to satisfy myself.

Johnny took a big new job in Kansas City, so we relocated. Over the next few years, we added another girl and a boy to make three, and that was enough, so we stopped.

Love is in the air, and lust is in the bedroom every day.

God, I love my man!

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