Hotwife Sandi Pt. 02

Sandi

Steven and I were of the same mind after our encounter with David and Dylan—we were interested in exploring hotwifing further. It was clear that being bred by David was the catalyst for our situation, but it was clearly not a requirement for having an incredible experience. I had felt like such a slut, but Steven corrected me, saying I was a hotwife, and not just any hotwife; I was HIS hotwife. Steven had also said something that surprised me; he would rather watch than participate. So, it's official; I'm going to be a hotwife. We had a great conversation about what that would mean for our relationship and reached an agreement on the ground rules.

The first, and most important, was condom usage. Since an STI could pose a serious threat to our unborn child, condoms are mandatory. After I give birth, the decision is mine to make, but I'll likely keep the rule.

Second, no overnights. We reconnect before going to bed, together. We're looking for sex, not feelings or shacking up. Our marriage is our priority.

Third, Steven is always present. I get the sex; he gets his own private porn show.

Fourth, no friends or co-workers. This is a separate and very personal part of our relationship. When it comes to choosing my encounters, we will both have input, but I have the ultimate say on who I will have sex with.

That last rule was the one we knew would be challenging. Neither of us relished the thought of trolling bars for candidates. But we decided to give it a try. Sooo...

One week later, on Friday, we drove an hour away to a popular club we had found online. It had a reputation as a hook-up bar. We paid the cover charge and found a table. I wasn't sure how to pick a man and attract his attention, so I was the one who went to the bar to get our drinks instead of waiting for our server. She wasn't thrilled, but I promised to tip her as if she was serving us. Steven and I were both having plain soda so we could keep our wits about us. I smiled at a few guys and spoke to them, but none showed any interest.

After about an hour, we heard a rowdy group of guys enter the bar, so I went to get more drinks and investigate. They had settled into a group of tables near the door, and the server was taking their orders. I turned to get our drinks, which the bartender had just placed, when I heard a familiar voice right behind me.

"Damn, if it isn't blondie, with the sweetest pussy I've ever plundered. What are you doing here?"

It was Trevor—biggest dick I've ever had. What the fuck was he doing here? We're hours from our hometown. I turned and tried to put a smile on my face.

"Here with my husband for a night out," I chirped. "What about you?"

"Got a buddy getting married, so we're here for his bachelor party. Heard this is a great pick-up joint. That why you're here? Still trying to get pregnant?"

"I am pregnant; I'll have you know." I wasn't about to address the basic question.

"Well, congratulations. Since you can't get more pregnant, how about another go? We can slip out to my truck, where no one will hear you scream my name when I stretch you open."

"Jesus, Trevor! Do you ever NOT have sex on your brain?"

"Nope," he said with a big grin. "Where is this husband of yours?"

"Never mind that. I'm NOT going out to your truck with you," I snapped, then turned with our drinks and headed back to Steven.

"God DAMN girl, I love watching you walk away," Trevor yelled loud enough for the entire bar to hear.

When I reached our table, I set our drinks down and flopped into the seat with a huff.

"Looks like you've got a live one there," Steven grinned.

"Don't go there. That's Trevor."

"Wait a minute. THAT is Trevor? Biggest dick you've ever had, Trevor? What's he doing here?"

"Bachelor party," I grumbled.

Steven and I sat quietly for a while, sipping our sodas and watching the other patrons.

"Maybe I should go join those girls on the dance floor. I've seen guys approaching them," I finally said.

"That might work, but I have another idea," he said.

"Oh?"

"Why don't you go find Trevor and ask him to join us for a drink?"

"Excuuuussseee, me? You want to meet Trevor? Sit here and drink with him?"

"Well, you've always spoken highly of his cock, sooo…"

"No. I'm not fucking Trevor. Besides, we agreed no friends and family."

"Listen, it's up to you, but he's not family, and the way you talk about him, he's not a friend, but he does have a cock you enjoy. Wasn't he the first one you fucked when you went home to help your mom? I remember something about fucking him in the back office of the diner."

I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled at my husband. He had a point. Dammit.

"Listen. We're new to this. You've had sex with him before, and by your own admission it's mind-blowing. Besides, I'd love to see your pussy stretched around what you say is the biggest cock you've ever had."

He had a point. The sex with Trevor, if you could get past his attitude, was mind-blowing. I wasn't crazy about the thought of giving myself to Trevor again, but it wasn't the craziest thought I'd ever heard.

"I vote for Trevor," Steven said.

"Fine."

I walked up front to find Trevor. He was amongst about a dozen men. Six pitchers of beer sat on their tables, and by their behavior I knew they were at least on their second round. As I approached, they all went quiet.

"Trevor," I said flatly, "Steven wants to meet you."

Trevor smiled broadly as he stood to follow me. The others were catcalling and whistling as I walked away with Trevor in my wake. Back at the table with Steven, I sat down and motioned Trevor to the empty seat.

"Trevor, this is my husband, Steven. Steven, Trevor."

"Hey, nice to meet the man who locked up this sweet piece of ass," Trevor laughed.

"Nice to meet the guy that fucked her in the diner," Steven fired back.

Trevor's face went white, and he stuttered, "I—I—I—um,"

"Don't worry, Trevor. I'm not going to beat you up," Steven growled.

"Pfft, as if," Trevor blustered.

"Shut up, Trevor," I barked, "and you behave yourself, Steven."

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments. Thankfully, a server walked by and asked if we needed any drinks.

"A gin and tonic," I told her. I was gonna need some alcohol for what was coming.

"Manhattan," Steven said.

"Jonnie Walker Black, on the rocks, sweet cheeks," Trevor said.

After the server walked away, Trevor looked straight at Steven and asked, "So, you wanted to meet me. Here I am."

Steven paused for a moment. "Sandi and I have a proposal for you. One I think you'll be interested in."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Come to our hotel room and fuck her while I watch."

Trevor sat there stoically. I thought he was going to walk away at first, but then he responded.

"So, me and her. You just watch. No bi- shit, you keep your dick away from me."

"Yes. Two conditions. You wear a condom, and you leave when it's over."

Trevor smirked. "Dude, I've fucked her so many times her pussy is like a place I used to live."

"She wasn't pregnant then. We're protecting not just her but also our baby. Take it or leave it."

The server returned with our drinks and Steven paid. We all sat there for a bit, sipping our drinks.

"So what do you get from this?" Trevor said to Steven.

"I get to watch my sexy wife enjoy herself with what she says is the biggest cock she's ever had. I can't wait to hear her howl."

"Dammit, Steven, did you have to tell him that?" I whispered, my face turning red.

Trevor chuckled. "So you're just gonna sit there and watch. How do I know you won't beat me up once I'm naked? Hell, you might have a gun in your room."

"Trevor, I'm sure you're not the only one in this bar who would like to fuck her. So, if you're not interested, take your drink and go back to your buddies."

"Let's not be hasty about this. I haven't said no. In fact, let's do it. Let's go back to your room, and I'll make her scream while you sit in the cuck chair and watch. Is that what you are, Steven? A cuck? You like being humiliated by watching your wife take a bigger cock?"

"Whatever works for you, Trevor. Finish your drink and let's leave."

We all tossed back our drinks, and Trevor followed us to the hotel in his truck.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I grumbled as Steven drove.

"You can say no right now, and it's over."

"What, and go back to the bar? I don't relish the idea."

"Listen, we both know you enjoy fucking Trevor. We'll have a good time and then kick him out of the room."

"You're not wrong," I sighed as I laid my head against the window and gazed at the night sky.

We soon reached the hotel, and Steven led the way to our room, with Trevor following behind me, no doubt watching my ass.

"So, how do we start this?" Trevor asked once we were in our room.

"Just pretend I'm not here," Steven said, and sat in the side chair.

Trevor turned to me and gently hooked my hair behind my ear.

"So, I'm the biggest cock you've ever had?"

"Yes," I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes.

"Well, you should probably know that your pussy is my favorite. If you were mine, there's no way I'd be sitting in that chair watching you with another man."

"Well, we're not together."

I rose onto my toes and put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close so that our lips nearly touched.

"Be thankful that Steven enjoys this. Now shut up and take the best pussy you've ever had," I whispered against his lips before pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss didn't start gently. It was hunger and desire, lust and longing. Our tongues danced, our breath mingled. His hands began to roam my body.

"Dammit, Blondie, I could never say no to you."

"Shut up and fuck me," I moaned.

I kicked off my heels, and Steven stripped me out of my dress. My bra and panty soon followed. His lips found my nipples, and he chewed on them the way he always did. Fuck, he knows my body so well. If he weren't such an ass, we might actually be together. Yet tonight, there's something a little different, a little softer, about his attitude. It's as if he knows he's being given a gift and is doing his best to be grateful. I'm sure I'm being given a gift. Steven wouldn't have to agree to this, yet he was the one who suggested it. He knows my background with Trevor. He knows we were lovers in the past, and he knows how intense we were. I hope he can handle the heat of the fire that burns between me and Trevor.

Trevor's fingers find my slit. They circle it a few times, then tap on my clit. It feels as if I'm struck by lightning with each impact.

"So wet for me," he whispered.

"I want you, Trevor. No, I need you. I need that big fat cock of yours to fill me up. But first, I want to taste it."

I slid down his body and began working his belt open. He ripped off his shirt and tossed it in the pile with my dress. Once I had his pants down around his ankles, he kicked them off along with his shoes. I reached for the waist of his briefs and pulled.

Bouncing in front of me is the fat, purple crown of Trevor's cock. It moved up and down with a life all its own, a thick, fleshy rod. My mouth went dry just looking at it, remembering what it could do to me. He stood there, stroking his cock inches from my face; the slit growing shinier with each passing moment. The air between us was filled with his musky, masculine scent, a thick cloud assaulting my nostrils. That, mixed with his low growl and the sight of his enormous cock slowly growing harder in front of me, made my brain fuzzy with lust. I took him in my hand; it's too large to wrap my short fingers around, and I licked the precum from his slit. Damn the condoms, they leave an awful aftertaste, and I want to taste this man. The taste of Trevor's precum flipped a switch in my brain, and suddenly I'm that college freshman on her knees in front of her big-cocked boyfriend. I lave the ridge around his glans and suck him into my mouth.

"Mmm, that's my favorite mouth," he moans. "Does she suck your cock, Steven?"

"She does," my husband responds. "In fact, she's sucked a lot of cock lately. The guy who got her pregnant put his cock in her mouth every day for two weeks."

"Fuck that's hot. Did you watch her get knocked up?"

"I did not. It was during the time that she was home helping with her father."

The entire time they were talking about me, I was working my lips farther down Trevor's fat shaft. I had started rubbing my pussy, and realized I was moaning as I worked my lips lower on Trevor.

"Oh, shit! You got knocked up by a hometown boy? Damn, why not me?" Trevor whined.

"We actually discussed that," Steven deadpanned, "but we were concerned about our child growing up to be as big an asshole as, or a bigger asshole than, you."

"Fuck you, man! I'm doing you a favor by fucking your wife."

"And doing a piss poor job of it so far," Steven laughed.

Well, that pissed off Trevor. He fisted my hair and pulled out of my mouth, then dragged me up onto the mattress. This whole situation was weird. Steven was interacting with Trevor to an unusual degree. I wasn't sure I liked it, but it did seem to be getting Trevor worked up to the point of mild rage.

"Ass up, tits down, Blondie. It's time to get split open."

I heard him moving and realized he was digging through his pants. He pulled out a condom and ripped open the package. I watched as he placed the condom on the head of his cock and rolled it down. I'd never seen him sheathed before; we'd always done it raw when we were together. Now, seeing him encased in a condom makes me wish I hadn't agreed to that rule.

He crawled up on the mattress behind me and placed the head of his cock at my opening. One long push and he was bottomed out in my tunnel. Though I was prepared for the invasion, the stretch took my breath away, and I gasped. Steven had a perfect view, and I heard him mutter something before we all three moaned. If my hole hadn't been on fire from the assault, I might have laughed at that.

"Dammit, woman, your pussy is so amazing," Trevor hissed. "What do you think, Steven? Is she stretched out good enough?"

"I—I—I've never seen her stretched like that."

"Yeah, well, glad I could help you out. I'll give you my number, and anytime she needs a good stretch, you just call me."

Trevor had been still inside me during this time, giving my insides a chance to adjust, but then he started to pull back. The sensation of the head of his cock dragging along my inner walls, the flare it caused on the ridge of his glans, gave me the sensation of an even larger cock. I shook and moaned as my first orgasm of the night washed over me.

"She's already cumming for me," Trevor laughed. "She fucking loves this cock, always did."

"You talk too damn much, Trevor," Steven growled. "Just shut up and fuck her."

"Happy to oblige!" Trevor laughed as he fisted my long hair and pulled my head back. "Up, bitch," he commanded.

I got up onto my elbows, and Trevor began pounding into me. He was pounding hard. My entire body shook with each thrust, my tits bounced and swayed. He was rage-fucking me because Steven had pissed him off. Every thrust felt like an attack on my cervix. It was painful, but oh, such a beautiful pain. If we can't find more men hung like Trevor, I'm going to need him to fuck me more. This can't be our last time.

I can hear how wet I am, the squelching of my wet tunnel as his cock pistons back and forth inside me. An orgasm is building quickly, and as it finally washes over me, I howl, and my entire body shakes. My orgasm triggers Trevor, and he buries himself in me with a grunt. His glutes flex as he fills the condom with spurt after spurt of hot seed. Finally, he stills, but retains a tight hold on my hips, leaving his cock buried in me.

"Damn," Steven whispers.

"Damn, yes!" I laugh in response.

"Fuck, Blondie, that was hot. Maybe our best sex ever," Trevor groans, and gradually pulls his cock out of me. "I guess I like fucking you in front of your husband."

Trevor heads to the bathroom, leaving Steven and me alone. I'm still on the bed, ass up, tits down. I feel the mattress shift as Steven joins me. I assume he's going to fuck me now.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" I ask.

His response is a stream of semen that lands between my shoulders. He's jacking off.

"That's it, baby, cum on me. Let it all out. Paint your wife with your seed."

He groans, and I feel more hot spurts, each one a little shorter, closer to my ass. When he's finally shot all of his load on my back, he wipes the head of his dick at my entrance. There's no way he'll get his limp dick in me right now, but later I'm going to ride him and drain his balls again.

Trevor rejoins us and gets dressed. He starts to leave but stops at the desk and writes his number on the pad of paper lying there.

"Thanks for the memorable evening, both of you. And Steven, if you ever feel the need to watch her take the biggest cock she's ever had again, there's my number."

Trevor left, and the door closed behind him.

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During our drive home the next morning, we talked about our experience at the bar. If not for Trevor, our attempt to lure a man would likely have gone bust. We were at a loss until I remembered that during my research on hotwifing, I came across information about something called Munches. I explained to Steven that they are meetings of swingers, sometimes including hotwife couples. It is a social gathering, in what they call "vanilla" spaces, and open to open-minded people interested in learning.

"I remember seeing a schedule for our area. Maybe we can attend a munch and get tips on finding men."

Steven was quiet for a bit, but eventually he shook his head.

"Yes. That sounds good; let's do it."

That evening, I went online and found a munch scheduled for the next weekend and only thirty minutes from us. I emailed the organizer, and she replied quickly. I explained what we were looking for, and she was excited for us to join them.

When we showed up at the munch the following weekend, a woman at the door looked at us and said, "Names?"

"Um, Sandi and Steven," I replied.

"Oh my gosh, our newbies!" she squealed and wrapped me in a hug.

"I'm Melissa, the woman you emailed. Welcome! Here, take these name tags and help yourself to refreshments. We'll start in about fifteen minutes.

Steven and I wandered over to the refreshments table and were immediately mobbed when people saw our name tags. Apparently Melissa has spread the word. Everyone was so friendly and curious about us, and very open about themselves. To this day, I can't remember all the names.

Soon Melissa started the meeting portion of the gathering by introducing us.

"Listen, everyone, we have some newcomers with us today. Meet Sandi and Steven (there was some polite applause). They are a new Hotwife couple and are here to learn tips for finding men, so during social time, please give them your best tips and tricks for finding men to fuck your brains out!"

She went through some business items for the group, but shortly, we broke for more social time. Soon Steven and I had a long list of tips. People were showing us websites and social media groups for Hotwives. Some of them showed us their profiles, though everyone here were swingers. A few logged into their profiles and sent us Guest invites so we could explore websites without creating a profile; we just couldn't interact with anyone we found.

Towards the end, when the initial rush to help us wore off, we had an older couple approach us. They introduced themselves as Ted and Angel, a swinger couple. We chit-chatted for a while, and then Angel broached a surprising subject.

"Sandi, have you ever been with a woman?"

"Um, nooooo," I replied, blushing.

"Well, I ask because I am bisexual, and Teddy here loves for me to interact with women while he, well, you know."

"Oh! I, um, I suppose I do know."

"We both think you're sexy, and, well, we'd like you to join us. That is, if Steven would like to watch."

I had never considered adding another woman to our mix; I just really liked getting railed.

"I don't know about that," I replied. "We're just getting started and, well, I love a big cock so much."

"Oh, Teddy has a big cock, and I love to lick it while he's sliding in and out of a wet pussy. Of course, I like licking pussy too, so it works out."

Steven and I looked at each other.

"Listen, here's my number. If you decide to try it, give me a call."

She handed me a business card with just her first name and a phone number. Swingers have business cards? I wondered to myself.

"Thank you, we'll, um, think about it."

They wandered off, and we stood there looking at the card.

"That was…unexpected," offered Steven.

"Yeah, not something I had considered."

"Are you going to keep her card?"

"Why not? I mean, it's not something I had considered, but getting my clit licked while I'm getting fucked does sound hot. Besides, who knows where we'll be in a couple of years, and she did say that Teddy has a big cock."

Steven and I grinned at each other, and I stuck the card in my bra.

The next day, Steven and I sat around our laptop perusing the websites we had learned about: AdultFriendFinder, Meet-N-Hook, SwapFinder, OneNightFriend, FetLife, and many more. The biggest goldmine of information was the sites that we had been provided guest passes to, and the best of those was SDC. Wow! Who knew there were so many Hotwives! One thing we noticed was that so many of the profiles were obviously taken with phone cameras, poorly posed, out of focus, et cetera. We decided that if we were creating an online profile, we would want some professional photos, but what kind of photographer? We didn't want just profile photos. We wanted some nudes to send to men once we had come to the point where the online attraction was mutual. We decided to put that aside for now and think on it. We had a vacation to plan.

Steven's job is as a machine operator at a plastics plant, and every year they shut down for two weeks to retool and maintain the equipment. Fortunately, they still pay the production workers so that they won't lose them during the break. We had been talking about a resort on some Caribbean island, but at the Munch we learned about adults-only resorts and were intrigued. We switched from looking at online dating sites to adults-only resorts. There were so many options! After much searching and reading, we decided on Whispered Secrets Resort. Adults-only, all-inclusive, with nude and clothing-optional areas, it sounded intriguing. We even found a travel group that could handle all the arrangements for us. Decision made!

Brad

I was searching for a Caribbean vacation spot, something quiet, adults-only. The first page of search results gave me all the well-known, popular options. The second page gave me locations more to my liking; then on the third page, I found Hidden Secrets Resort. I clicked on the link, and it took me to a page for a gorgeous resort, adults-only and all-inclusive. Then something caught my eye: they were a "lifestyle" resort. I opened a second tab in my browser and searched for what that meant. It was a swingers resort. I went back to their page and started clicking around. They had both clothing-optional and nude sides, a playroom, and some fantastic restaurants according to reviews. It was located on a peninsula, and the street side had a privacy fence. In their FAQ, they said that their primary clientele was swingers, but single men and women were welcome. I checked availability and soon had a booking. Flights were next, and just like that I was vacationing at a swingers resort! I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, imagining a beach full of naked women, their sunscreen-coated tits glistening in the Caribbean sun. I took my cock out and stroked it, and when I came, I painted a gorgeous brunette's tits with my seed.

A few weeks later, I was on my way. Flying into the island was a breathtaking experience, offering views of the ocean as well as the lush forests as we made one loop over land before touching down. After collecting my bags and finding the transportation shuttle to the resort, I was on my way. The shuttle driver pulled away from the curb, and soon we were on the road. The ride along the shore offered spectacular views. Once we arrived, the staff was cheerful and friendly; they soon had me in my room.

After settling in, I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the Main Bar. Yes, clothing is required in some areas, and I wanted to ease into my experience. I took a seat in one of the panoramic windows overlooking the resort. Just outside was one of the resort's clothing-optional pools. When my food and drink finally arrived, I was so distracted by the view that it took me twice my normal time to finish my meal. After my meal, I ordered another drink and continued admiring the view.

The path from registration to the clothing-optional side ran right past the pool, so anyone at the pool, or in my case, in the window, could see the guests going to their rooms. One pair of guests, a man and a woman, caught my eye. He was nondescript, but her…gorgeous is the only word that came to mind. Not tall, maybe five-six at most, blonde hair in a ponytail that reached her waist, and curvy. So fucking curvy. Her big tits bounced with each step, matching the sway of her hips. Her puffy lips were painted a bright pink, matching her nails. I watched her as they followed the bellman to their room on the clothing-optional side. There was something about her that spoke of pure sex appeal, but it was contrasted with naïveté, or maybe embarrassment. She kept her eyes diverted from the pool and from other guests they passed on the walkway. I was intrigued.

Sandi

The walk from registration to our room was a shock. So many topless women, so many nude couples! I'm not sure I can do this. At least it's clothing optional, meaning I can wear clothes and not be violating policy. The woman at registration told us that nudity is expected on the nude side at all times other than coming and going to the restaurants, where clothing is mandatory. It's late in the day by the time we settle in, so we order room service and dine on our balcony.

The next morning, while Steven was in the shower, I decided to go for a walk. The morning sun caressed my skin as I wandered along the beach. I was wearing my bikini bottom and a gauzy cover-up that might as well not be there. I was still adjusting to the clothing-optional concept. The air was intoxicating. The breeze flirted with my hair, which I'd left down this morning; probably should have put it in a ponytail to keep it off my face. Instead, I decided to tuck it under my wide-brim straw hat. At this time of morning, it's doing nothing but sitting atop my head anyway.

A gust swiped the straw hat off my head, and it skittered across the sand towards the water. I huffed in frustration, then took off after it. I laughed at what a sight I must be. Then I noticed a guy walking alone in the intertidal zone where the sand is firmer. I didn't have time to really look at him as I struggled through the l loose, dry sand of the back shore. Just before I reached my hat, a strong arm intercepted it.

"I believe this must belong to you, given the effort you're putting into chasing it."

The voice was deep and smooth. A delightful shudder rippled through me, and suddenly the air feels cool. A flock of goosebumps chased up my arms. I look up…and up, into his eyes, and a sense of spatial disorientation overtakes me as his eyes and the ocean merge into the same color. The tapered cut of his wavy blonde hair gave him a clean, professional look with a hint of edginess. His eyes crinkle in the corners, and suddenly I'm hyper-aware that I must look flushed and windblown.

"Thank you," I squeaked out. Our fingers brushed, and a tingle of energy made the hair on my arm stand up. My mind raced with images of those hands exploring all my sensitive spots. Oh god, I need to get it together! I pulled my cover-up close and held the hat in front of me to hide the fact that my nipples were now hard.

Diverting my eyes from his face, I allowed them to wander down his body. He's toned; obviously he works out. The blonde hair on his body radiates like a dusting of gold on his tanned skin. He's…oh my god, he's naked!

"I need to be going," I blurted out and turned to run back toward the resort.

"Wait," I heard him call after me. "What's your name?"

I hurried back across the sand to the walkway, and finally paused to look back. He was not following me. I started towards our room, and I approached a sign that said 'Entering Clothing Optional Area'. I was a bit confused because I thought that I was already in the clothing optional area. I took a few steps and looked at the other side of the sign. "Entering Nude Area". Shit! I was wandering down the beach, not paying attention, and had strolled right into the Nude beach. No wonder he was naked! Better pay closer attention, Sandi I thought to myself. I hurried off, not stopping again until I reached our room. Huffing and puffing from my sprint to safety, I opened the door, then closed it and fell back against it, as if it were a safety barrier. I heard the shower running, and I was thankful Steven didn't see my behavior. I grabbed a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and sank into the sofa.

After I gathered my wits and my breathing slowed, my mind went back to the encounter; back to what was hanging between the man's legs. I ran the encounter back through my mind. It was long and thick. Not a Trevor-class cock, unless he's a grower. If so, then heaven help me, he'd be big. I closed my eyes and looked at him. Tall, six feet. Thick, wavy dark blonde hair tinged with silver at his temples, older, definitely older. My mind's eye zooms in on his pubic area. Did I really see this much detail, or is this all a creation of my mind? I see veins on his shaft, a bulbous head, circumcised, bare as the day he was born. I can't get him out of my mind. He was alone. Maybe he's not part of a couple? A single man at a lifestyle resort could only mean one thing, couldn't it? He's looking for a couple to join. Fuck, I could be so lucky.

Steven finally finished his shower and shortly afterward joined me on the sofa.

"How was your walk?"

I'm silent, looking down at my hands in my lap.

"Sandi?" he finally asks. "Did something happen on your walk?"

"I…um…I accidentally wandered into the Nude Beach."

"Did you see people?"

"Yes. Well, one person."

"A man?"

"Yes."

"And?"

I told him the story. Everything. As I was telling him, he reached into my bikini bottom and touched me.

"You're wet just talking about him."

"Am I?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"You know you are," he laughed. Leaning close to my ear as he inserted a finger in me, he whispered, "Do you want to fuck him?"

I relaxed into the back of the sofa and spread my legs as Steven began fingering me. Before long, his fingertip found my G-spot, and I shivered.

"You want to fuck him, don't you?"

"Yes," I responded breathlessly.

"What's his name?"

"I—I don't know. I was so shocked I just took my hat and ran."

"Well then, I guess we have to go hang out on the nude side to try and find him. Are you ready to walk around nude in front of strangers all day?" he asked, and thumbed my clit, causing me to jerk and triggering an orgasm.

"Oh, god," I moaned.

"Imagine a bunch of strangers, admiring your curves and those tits."

He drove two fingers deep inside me, and I grabbed his wrist. He quickly drove me to another, harder orgasm. When I came down and caught my breath, he was sitting next to me, smiling.

"You dirty girl."

I just smiled and blushed. "Yes, I suppose I am a dirty girl. I mean, I do enjoy taking cocks that are not my husband's. But what does that make you?"

"Lucky," he said and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

Brad

I had to laugh at the curvy blonde that I met on the beach. She's the same woman I saw arriving with her, I assume, husband. I've decided that they're first-timers and not yet used to seeing people wander around naked. After taking her hat from me, her eyes roamed down my body until she saw my cock and immediately excused herself. Fortunately, I was flaccid; otherwise she might have screamed and attracted unwanted attention. I watched her run back to the relative safety of the lodging area, and I assumed she was there right now and hopefully replaying our encounter in her mind. I walked the length of the beach, then turned and made my way back to my room. In the shower, I thought of the blonde, imagining she was in the shower with me and on her knees sucking my cock. I stroked myself until I throbbed out a load, then stood there watching it swirl down the drain. I wonder what housekeeping is like in a place like this. After my shower, I dressed and headed to the main building for a bite of lunch.

Steven

Sandi was definitely worked up over her beach encounter. I fingered her to orgasm while I whispered in her ear what I wanted her to do with the blonde stranger. After she came, twice, I'm proud to say, she slid down off the sofa and sucked my cock until I pumped a load down her throat. After her shower, we went out to lunch.

We chose the resort's Italian restaurant. It was popular, and there was a bit of a wait. While we were waiting, Sandi was looking around, but suddenly she turned back, and I heard her mutter, "Oh fuck."

Curious, I turned to look at the people behind us, and it didn't take long for me to figure out why she reacted that way. Maybe a dozen people behind us was the man she described. He smiled at me, clearly having spotted Sandi and me in line. I smiled back.

"So that's him?" I whispered to my wife.

"Yes."

We were next in line, and I told the hostess there were three of us. She handed three menus to a waitress who told us to follow her. I turned back to the handsome stranger and waved for him to come with us.

"What are you doing?" Sandi hissed.

"Hopefully getting you laid by your handsome stranger," I chuckled.

He followed us through the restaurant, and when we arrived at our table, I turned to him.

"I'm Steven," I said, offering my hand. "I understand you had an encounter with my wife this morning."

He took my hand. Firm grip. "Brad," he said. Quick shake. I motioned to the table, and we all sat.

"I did," he said, smiling. "I take it she told you about it."

"She did. All about it…and It." I responded with a grin.

"And you invite me to lunch?"

"Well, we'll see how things go. She's already orgasmed twice while I told her all the things I want her to do with you. You are alone, I presume?"

"Yes, all alone. So, I've already given her orgasms without even being in the room. Impressive."

"From what she tells me, quite impressive."

"Guys, I'm right here," my wife scolded. "By the way, my name is Sandi."

"So, Sandi, you are swingers looking for a Bull?" he asked.

"No, Hotwife couple. I enjoy watching. Will that be a problem?" I replied for us.

"No, not as long as that's all you do. I am strictly heterosexual."

I leaned in. "Good, me too. All we want is for you to fuck her."

"That's what you want, Sandi?" he asked.

She just nodded in reply.

"Well, you've found your man. Shall we eat and then have dessert in your room?" Brad asked.

"Can't wait!" I replied.

Over lunch we learned a bit about him, and shared just a little about us. One exciting thing we learned was that he was a photographer, mainly weddings, but he dabbled in more risqué subjects. By the time lunch was over, we had agreed on a photo shoot while we were all at the resort, complete with some nude photos for sharing discreetly when we found a mutual attraction on one of the hookup sites. After lunch, Brad took Sandi's hand as we walked back to our room.

Once there, Brad wasted no time.

"Steven, you sit there," he said, pointing at the side chair.

"Sandi, come here," he said, reaching out his hand.

"Tell me this is what you want."

Sandi nodded.

"No. Use your words and tell me this is what you want. Tell me that you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

Brad smiled and took her chin in his hand. He tilted her head back and leaned down to take her mouth. At first he was gentle. When he slid one hand behind her neck and the other grabbed a breast, his kiss became hungrier. Sandi moaned, and her legs sagged. He broke their kiss to lift her shirt over her head, then unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor.

"You have incredible tits," he growled. "You hid them from me this morning."

Sandi just smiled in response, then leaned back and lifted her tits to him. He took one nipple in his mouth, then the other. In no time, her pink areola were turning red from the sucking and chewing. She let her head fall back and grasped his head, pulling him into her breasts.

"Yes, yes," she moaned breathlessly.

Brad slid one hand down into her shorts and, judging by her reaction, he must have slid a finger in or begun circling her clit, because she moaned deeply and relaxed into his arms.

"You want this, don't you, Sandi."

"Yes, oh fuck, yes I want this."

"What about you, Steven? Do you still want me to plunder your wife's body?"

"Yes," I croaked.

This was the first time we were alone with a stranger, and watching him with Sandi was just as hot as, if not hotter than, seeing her with someone she knew. Yes, Dylan had been her first stranger, but David was in the room with us. Today was just the two of us and a stranger who wanted nothing more than to use her for his pleasure. This was exactly what I wanted. Her first time with a stranger, just the two of them, and me. We were actually doing it, and I was excited—so excited that I had to take my dick out.

Seeing me stand to drop my pants, Brad laid my wife on the bed and dropped his pants as well. I was no comparison to him; hell, he might be even larger than Trevor. There was no way to tell without a tape measure, and I was not about to leave the room to find a maintenance guy and convince him to let me borrow one. I'd just have to rely on my wife's judgement.

Seeing his cock again, Sandi slid off the bed and knelt in front of him. She took him in both hands and pointed the head at her mouth. He released a guttural groan and fisted her hair.

"Choke on it, Sandi," he whispered as he pulled her mouth down his shaft.

Spurred on by his approval, she took the head deep, choking on it, sacrificing life-giving air in exchange for his approval. One hand reached up and wrapped around his nut sack, and she gently tugged. She began bobbing her head on him. "Gluck, Gluck, Gluck," choking on him, spit running down her chin and dripping off her fingers where they gripped him.

Finally, he relented and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He pulled her up by her hair and pushed her onto the bed, then stripped her shorts and panty off. He grabbed a condom out of the bowl that the resort had so conveniently supplied, and rolled it down his shaft.

"A blowjob like that deserves a hard fucking, don't you agree, Steven? You want me to fuck her hard, don't you?"

"Y—Y—Yes," I croaked.

He spread her legs and knelt between them. She quickly grasped him again and guided him to her entrance. There was no hesitation. Once the head met her lips, he pushed. One smooth motion and she was full of cock. Just like when Trevor had taken her, the flesh around her opening momentarily turned pale as his shaft stretched her open and forced the blood out of the tissue. I groaned and gripped my dick tighter, trying to stave off my orgasm.

She squealed at the invasion, but when he started thrusting, she began to moan.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fill me up. Fuck me. Use me." She kept up a running banter the entire time.

Brad began thrusting faster and harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and drew a long wail from my wife.

"I'm going to cum," she said, after catching her breath.

"Good, cum on me. Show your husband how I make you feel. Moan my name. Cum for me, now!"

"Fuck, oh yes, fuck me, Brad. Give me that giant cock. Stuff my little pussy full. Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, fuck me, Brraaaaaddd!"

My wife quivered and shook under him as he assaulted her cunt and drove her to an incredible orgasm. Almost simultaneously with her calling out his name, he slammed deep into her and grunted. I could see his cock pulsing his seed into the condom. She was soaked around her opening, and his shaft glistened with her grool. Momentarily, he pulled out of her and stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her angry red cunt, gapped open and drooling with her excitement.

"She's fucking incredible," he said to me, then disappeared into the bathroom.

Amazingly, I hadn't cum yet, so I climbed on top of her and pushed my dick into her gaping fuck hole. It was loose, but I didn't care. She wrapped her legs and arms around me.

"Fuck me. Put your cum in me husband," she whispered.

That set me off, and after only a couple of thrusts, I pulsed my load into her hungry hole. When I pulled back, her cunt still gaped, but now it was drooling my seed. I stood there admiring my deposit, and Brad rejoined us.

"Good work, Steven," he said as he gazed between my wife's legs at the stream of semen linking her hole with the sheet.

"I should be going," he said. "Would tomorrow be good for our photoshoot?"

I nodded.

"Good. Lunch at the same place, then back here for photos. I'll see you tomorrow."

Then he left.

I went to the bathroom and brought a towel, then knelt between my wife's legs and cleaned the mess he'd created. I had soaked one end of the towel in cold water and pressed it against her.

"Damn, that feels good" she moaned

"So, I'd say that was a successful first day at the resort," she sighed.

"Very successful."

"Can I fuck him again tomorrow?"

"I expect no less," I chuckled.

We snuggled on the bed for a while, then went to explore the resort (well, at least the clothing-optional side), and spent some time lounging around the pool. That evening, after dinner, we chose to take a walk on the beach. When we arrived, we discovered there were 'theme night' parties every night, but we hadn't packed any special clothes.

Sandi

The next day was the photo shoot. After lunch with Brad, we went back to our room. Brad took control and directed us through the session. Steven had dressed in a polo shirt and shorts for lunch, which Brad had him keep on. I had dressed in a colorful blouse and shorts, but Brad wanted me in a mini-skirt or dress. Fortunately, I had both, so I changed into a skirt.

"Let's start with some standard couple portraits, fully clothed."

I was a bit nervous, but Brad set a relaxed mood. He had us step out onto the balcony and took several shots of us standing close together with Steven's arms wrapped around me. This is easy, I thought to myself, and relaxed. He must have spent ten minutes capturing us in various poses.

"Okay, so you want some risqué photos for your profile, right? So humor me. Sandi, take off your panties and hold them off your finger while looking at the camera. Steven, you look at the camera too."

Well, now I was getting a little nervous again. I knew I was being silly. I mean, we had asked Brad to do this, told him what we wanted, and as far as being naughty in front of him, I'd cum on his cock yesterday. I took a deep breath, reached under my skirt, and peeled my panties off. Brad started taking photos; he had me hold my panties in different ways, and even coached me through a few ways to hold my mouth so I looked mischievous.

He had me loosen several buttons on my blouse, and we repeated the poses, then had me totally unbuttoned. We repeated the poses, and then he instructed me to remove my bra but leave my blouse on. He was having me gradually strip for the camera. He started having Steven more engaged; sliding a hand inside my blouse to cup a breast, pulling the front of my skirt up to show my pussy. Once my blouse was off, he had Steven stand behind me and hold both breasts, then had me lay my head back on his chest and kiss him.

"You two are such an incredible couple. How long have you been married?" Brad asked.

"Six years," Steven answered.

"Young and inquisitive; the perfect time in your lives to explore ENM."

"ENM?" Steven asked.

"Ethical non-monogamy. I learned the term in my research. It's the practice of having relationships with more than one person, with the full knowledge and consent of all involved. It could be a romantic relationship, such as in polyamory; swinging is another form of ENM, and of course, hotwifing. There's a whole spectrum of non-monogamous relationships, but it's all based on open communication and trust. That's what separates it from cheating."

"Aaaah, okay! You really need to teach me these terms, Sandi."

I turned to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and looked him in the eyes.

"I'd be happy to…educate you," I purred and pulled him down for a kiss.

Brad captured more photos as Steven and I made out.

"Okay, Sandi. Time to lose the skirt. Brad, I want you to kneel next to her and pull it down slowly while looking at the camera, as if you are undressing her for a Bull."

With that done, he instructed Steven to stand behind me and cup my breasts, followed by me turning around and bending over the balcony rail as Steven rubbed my pussy.

"Okay, that's about it for the couples photos. You said you want some shots to share with men who you develop a mutual attraction with, right?"

"That's right," Steven replied. "Sandi is the product we're offering, so to speak, so we need photos of her that will convince a man that he wants what we're offering. By this time, we've already been in contact for days, if not weeks, and it's just a matter of closing the deal."

"So, full nudes, similar to a spread in a men's magazine then."

"Spread being the operative word," Steven chuckled.

"Let's go back in the room, and get you on the bed, Sandi," Brad said, smiling.

Our room, like all the others on the website, was luxurious; furnished in colors of the Caribbean. The walls were white, trimmed in the color of the beach, with a feature wall the color of the ocean. There was a mirror above the white dresser, and a mirrored ceiling above the bed. The bathroom was fully exposed, with glass walls and a rain shower.

Brad talked me through several poses on the bed. It felt like what I imagined a boudoir session would feel like, only without the lingerie. There were full-body shots, close-ups of my face and breasts, tasteful shots of my crotch that left just a bit to the imagination.

When Brad finished, he paused. "Do you want some, um, spread photos?"

Steven and I looked at each other and both answered, "Yes!"

After a few shots of my pussy, Brad asked another question.

"Steven, do you want to undress and join her? Maybe I can take some shots of the two of you having sex."

"Hell yes!" Steven responded. "Photos of me fucking my wife sound great!"

He quickly stripped down and joined me on the bed. His cock was already growing turgid, but I took it in my hand and tugged it a few times to get it hard. I was already wet from being nude in front of Brad, so Steven was easily able to penetrate me. Brad orchestrated us through several positions before placing his camera on the dresser and stepping back.

"I think that's enough photos; you two just enjoy each other."

"But…if I'm a hotwife, shouldn't I have pictures of more than just my husband fucking me?" I asked coyly.

"I think that's a great idea," Steven chimed in. "Brad, can you show me the basics of your camera so I can get some shots of your cock in my wife?"

"Well, if that's what you want, sure."

Brad showed Steven the basics and then handed the camera off to him before stripping down, donning a condom, and joining me on the bed.

"Give me that big cock," I purred, as I grasped his shaft and guided it to my entrance.

Steven started taking photos, and Brad fucked me again. This time did not start out as fast as yesterday. He was taking his time so Steven could capture images, but I think it was also because he wanted to enjoy me. That's definitely what I wanted. For the first few minutes, Brad had me on my back with my legs in the air; we locked eyes as he slowly pistoned in and out.

"Shit, that looks hot," Steven muttered. "I'm not sure this will attract men or scare them off. Your cock is impressive, Brad."

Brad didn't respond; he just continued to fuck me, never breaking his gaze. I felt as if he was joining with me in more than just a physical, cock in cunt, way. This was everything that sex with Trevor was not. Brad was gentle and attentive, with a big cock. Trevor was wham bam thank you, ma'am. I wondered what it would be like to have his tongue on me. I love Trevor's tongue; would Brad be just as good?

Eventually, Brad sped up his pace. Soon my tits were doing circles on my chest, and my legs were waving in the air. I felt my orgasm approaching, and I told him.

"Not yet, wait for me," he whispered.

His gaze was still locked on me. I felt he was claiming ownership of me. His thrusts became longer and less frequent. He was pounding me into the mattress. I wasn't sure how long I could hold back. Thankfully I didn't have to wait any longer.

"Now! Cum for me."

My orgasm washed over me. I clenched my eyes, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. We'd left the door to the balcony open, and if anyone had been on the beach below, they would have heard me scream. In the midst of my orgasm, I felt Brad's cock throb inside me as he groaned like an animal. I was spent. Brad pulled out and flopped on the bed next to me, panting. We lay there for a while, both of us catching our breath. Finally, Brad broke the silence.

"I hope you got some good shots, Steven. But if you need us to go another round, I'd be happy to."

"I can't believe I just did that," Steven muttered, and flopped down in the cuck chair. "I just took pictures of my wife fucking another man."

"Was it hot, babe?" I asked.

"Unbelievably hot."

"Did you cum?" I asked my husband. I glanced at his cock, and it was still rock hard.

"I was too busy," he croaked.

"Well, come here and let me help you."

I rolled toward the edge of the bed, and Steven put his dick in my mouth. In that moment, my husband was all that mattered. He'd just watched another man fuck me, and he needed relief. I lovingly licked the full length of his shaft, and circled my tongue around his glans. He moaned when I wrapped him in my warm lips. I began working my lips down his shaft while I gently tugged on his balls. Once my lips encircled the base of his shaft, I held them still and worked the underside of his dick with my tongue.

"You're going to make me cum," he moaned.

I pulled him out of my mouth and licked the spittle from him.

"That's the idea, silly. Now, I'm going to do that again, and you cum whenever you want."

"I want to cum on your tits," he said.

"Well, then come closer."

Steven stepped close, and I began stroking his dick while rubbing the head on my tits. Soon he moaned.

"That's it, babe, cum for me. Spray your cum all over your wife's tits. Paint them white, babe."

That set him off, and he deposited spurt after spurt of cum on me while I continued to jack him. When he was spent, he stepped back. I flopped on my back and played in his hot cum, smearing it to cover my breasts.

"Now look at the mess you made, babe. I'm going to have to take a shower. Why don't you join me, Brad? Steven can pull the chair over to the glass wall and watch."

"Sounds like an incredible idea!" Brad beamed.

The two of us got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Brad dropped the used condom in the trash while I adjusted the water. Steven had followed us with Brad's camera in hand.

"Brad, will your camera take videos?" Steven mumbled.

Brad chuckled. "Yes, it will. Let me show you."

They had a brief discussion as Brad showed him how to take video. By then the water was comfortable, so I grabbed Brad's hand and tugged. He handed Steven the camera and joined me under the rain shower.

"I'm all dirty," I grinned, "and I think that you should soap me all over. But first, I want to make sure this will get hard again."

I reached down between us and held his cock against my stomach.

"Did I tell you I'm pregnant?" I purred.

"What? No, you did not," Brad said, looking a bit surprised.

"Mm, hmm, second trimester, and I'm horny as fu—ck."

I could feel his cock stirring against me.

"Well, far be it from me to withhold pleasure from a pregnant woman. I wouldn't want you to get upset or anything like that. It might be bad for the baby," he grinned.

"Exactly, a well-fucked pregnant lady is a happy pregnant lady."

"Congratulations," he whispered as his lips brushed mine.

"Thank you," I replied as our lips met and then retreated. "Now soap me up and push me against this window so my husband will be happy."

Brad smiled and pumped a handful of body wash. He rubbed his hands together, working it into a lather, and began at my shoulders.

"Mmm, that feels good," I hissed.

He turned me to face Steven and reached his hands around to work the lather over my breasts. Once he was satisfied with how much suds covered my tits, he pushed me against the glass wall.

"Fuck, that's cold!" I gasped.

"But look at your husband. Look how happy he is, taking video and stroking his little dick. Put on a show for him."

Brad continued down my body, spreading the lather. I pushed back from the cold glass and began massaging my soapy tits for Steven. He looked me in the eyes, and I didn't look away. Steven and I were locked in a gaze, just like Brad and I were when his cock was in me. After a few moments, Steven shook it off. His eyes admired Brad's handiwork with the lather, with occasional glances at the screen on the back of the camera. I felt like such a slut, standing here with Brad's hands roaming over me while my husband watched and recorded.

Brad had worked his way down to my feet, and lifted each one at a time to lather them. He then rinsed his hands and worked up a fresh lather. The next thing I knew, his hand was between my cheeks and circling my brown hole. I'd never had anyone massage me like that before, not even Steven.

"Lean forward," Brad whispered.

I put my hands on the wall, and he increased the pressure against my hole. Soon he worked his fingertip inside me, and soon after, the entire finger. My legs sagged, and my eyes rolled back as I took it. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at my husband through the glass. His eyes were darting between my face, my tits, my hips, and the camera, all while stroking his dick. I must have been a sight.

"Do you want me to take your ass?" Brad whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I gushed.

"Steven, get me a condom," Brad said loud enough for Steven to hear.

My husband practically leapt from his chair and brought a condom to the shower door. Brad took it from him and turned back to me. Steven went back to his chair but moved it around to the side of the shower so he would have a better view of what was happening. Meanwhile, Brad worked a second, and then a third, finger into my ass. By now I was growling for him. I heard Brad rip the condom wrapper with his teeth, and watched as he sheathed his shaft with the other hand.

"Are you ready, Sandi? Have you ever had a cock this large in your ass?"

"Yes, and yes," I groaned.

"Such a little slut," Brad chuckled, and then pressed the head of his cock against my hole.

It took me a moment to relax, but Brad knew what to do: hold the pressure. Gradually, I felt my sphincter begin to relax. At first, it was like a twitch, a pulsing relaxation. Then, in time, I gained control and eased my hole open. The head of his cock opened me, and once the glans was past my sphincter, the burning began. I knew what was coming; Trevor and I had anal sex several times, but still I was not truly ready for the burn. I hissed and grabbed his hip to keep him from entering further.

"Lube," I groaned, nodding at the container that the resort had so kindly left on the nightstand.

Steven quickly retrieved it, then returned to his seat. Brad opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount between my cheeks, allowing it to flow around our joining. Soon I was able to take more. Brad moved back and forth, working the lube around his cock and between us. I gasped when I realized that Brad was buried balls-deep in my ass.

"That camera is water-resistant, Steven. Get in here and get some close-ups," Brad instructed.

Soon, Steven was standing next to Brad, while Brad was giving me full-shaft strokes.

"Put the camera down and rub her clit," Brad ordered, and Steven obeyed.

With Brad's huge cock plunging in and out of my ass, and Steven's fingers working my clit, I was soon tumbling over the edge into the most incredible orgasm I've ever experienced. My body shook, I could barely breathe, and I think I lost control of my bladder. Lights exploded behind my closed eyelids, and my legs collapsed. Fortunately, Brad was able to get a firm grip around my waist and hold me against the glass wall while he emptied his load into the condom. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out and lowered me to the shower floor. I curled up under the spray and lay there, unable to move, let alone stand. Brad and Steven both joined me, one on either side. Once I felt able to move, Brad held me up while Steven toweled me dry. They shifted me to the bed and pulled the covers over me. Steven brought me a bottle of water, but I refused, so he set it on the nightstand. The two of them stepped out onto the balcony, still nude, and sat talking. I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, Brad was gone, and Steven was sitting on the bed beside me.

"Well, hello sleepyhead."

"Hey," I croaked, and reached for the water bottle.

"That was quite an experience."

"Yeah, best orgasm ever."

"I got some great video. Brad has scuba diving scheduled tomorrow morning, but he said that he could probably get us a thumb drive with all the evidence by tomorrow night."

"Evidence?"

"Yeah, evidence that my wife is an absolute slut who loves big cocks."

"Why do you call it evidence? Are you planning to use it against me?"

Steven laughed. "Quite the opposite, my love. I think we should use it as evidence to attract more big cocks."

"Mmmm, I do love big cocks. Apparently the bigger, the better," I said as I sat up. "I think we need a new rule, or whatever you want to call it. If a guy's cock is not bigger than yours, I'm not going to fuck him. Why should I? I have you. I can fuck you whenever I want. The only reason to fuck another guy is to experience a bigger cock."

"Hmmm, I'm afraid I don't agree. I would enjoy seeing you come apart on an average cock. Sure, seeing a thick cock like Trevor's or Brad's stretch you out is quite a sight, but I'd like to see guys my size. We have to work harder to please a woman, so maybe I can learn something."

"So, you want me to fuck average guys so you can get pointers?"

"Exactly. I'll never have a dick big enough to make you cum just by sticking it in you, so I need to learn more tricks, things to do to please you. You do want to continue having sex with me, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, babe. You're my husband. I'll never stop wanting to fuck you."

He wrapped an arm around me, and I snuggled in for a hug. We sat quietly for a while.

"So, Brad won't be around tomorrow. Do you have a plan?" he asked.

I wiggled against him and sighed.

"I think I want an average dick tomorrow."

"That's what I like to hear," he said with a smile in his voice.

"But not just any average dick."

"Oh? You want a special average dick?"

"Mmm, hmm," I replied, and tilted my head to look up at his eyes. "I want your average dick. I want to be your freeuse slut tomorrow—in fact, I want to start right now. Did I hear you say that you want a blowjob?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no."

I rolled onto my stomach and passionately kissed my husband. Our lips pressed together, our tongues tentatively probed; he took my breath away. I took my lips from his and began placing wet kisses down his neck. This man is incredibly sexy, and incredibly giving. I'm carrying his child, and he still allows me the freedom to connect with other men, to expand my experiences, and to explore myself as a sexual being; but at the end of the day, he's my person, and I'm his. He's the person I want to build the rest of my life with, the person I want to come home to at the end of the day. The fact that he gives me this freedom, that's priceless. That's what I want to show him for the next day. I don't feel the need to find another cock. If I fuck Brad again before we leave, that's great; but if I spend the rest of our time here with only my husband, I'll have no regrets.

I slowly kissed my way down his body, licking and sucking. I wrapped one nipple in warmth, while ghosting the other with my fingertips. His heavy sighs told me exactly what felt best. When I began to move down his stomach, I reached for his dick. It was achingly hard, and leaking from the tip. I smiled as I tongued his navel. Rather than go straight for the head of his dick, I kissed my way down to his inguinal crease, lightly dancing my tongue against his skin. He squirmed, and his dick throbbed in my hand.

"Fuck, Sandi, don't tease me," he breathlessly begged.

"I thought you wanted to watch me enjoy an average dick. So far, you've not been watching," I grinned, and then kissed his right nut.

My husband raised upon his elbows, and we locked eyes while I kissed and licked his nut sack. A drop of precum fell from his slit and briefly connected it with his pubic area as I milked his shaft.

"You know," I smiled, as I shifted my position so I could take him in my mouth, "the great thing about an average dick is that I can swallow it whole."

I parted my lips and laved his purple crown before surrounding it with my lips.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

In a matter of moments, my lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft, and the head stole my breath as it plugged the back of my throat. I swayed my head, stirring his crown in my throat, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

"Don't you enjoy watching me suck dick?" I asked, after pulling off him with an audible 'pop'.

"If I watch you suck my dick, I'm going to cum too soon."

"Too soon?" I laughed. "That just means you can start your recovery period sooner. And that just means that you can put this dick between my pussy lips sooner."

He raised onto his elbows, and I smiled as I took his full length again. I worked my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I slid my lips up and down, and circled his glans at the end of each upstroke. In a few minutes, he warned me he was going to cum. I stroked his shaft as my tongue and lips encircled his crown, and in moments his hips thrust upward. He groaned as his dick pulsed globs of hot semen, and I moaned on his tip as I swallowed it all.

This time, when he collapsed back onto the mattress, I didn't comment. I did keep his dick in my mouth, gently suckling it and caressing his balls.

"Too bad we didn't have Brad's camera for that," I whispered. "I guess we'll just have to get our own camera and do that again."

Steven

After Sandi sucked me dry, I was exhausted. We decided to order room service and have dinner on our balcony overlooking the ocean. The gentle lapping of the waves against the sand and the rustle of the wind in the trees set the perfect mood for a relaxed meal. The food was delicious, and the wine pairing was spot on. After eating, we sat and enjoyed the view.

"Sandi?" I started, "What have you thought of this week?"

She thought a bit before she answered.

"I've enjoyed it. Meeting Brad was a pleasant happenstance. But here's the thing. We can't afford to be flying to a resort every time we want to get me a new cock. That's too expensive."

"Agreed. I propose that we take his photos and create a profile on at least one adult website. It's much cheaper to rent a hotel room, and I'm not comfortable inviting strangers to our house."

"Nor am I. Meeting at a hotel is my preference. We could also investigate lifestyle clubs, but if they are far away, then we're still renting a hotel room."

"So we're agreed?"

"Yes. But there is one more topic to discuss."

"Oh?" I asked, my eyebrows raising.

"I'm entering my third trimester, and I'm beginning to show. There are probably men out there who would love to fuck a pregnant woman, but I'm getting to the point that I want to call a pause—probably until a few months after the birth."

"I can understand your feelings. I can't say that I'm happy about what you're saying, but it's your choice."

"Thank you, my Love. I promise to reconsider our arrangement after the birth of our child."

"Speaking of the birth. Can I not convince you to ask the doctor what we're having?"

"No. I want it to be a surprise. Boy or girl—it doesn't matter. We already know it's healthy."

I took her hand and smiled.

"Okay, babe. I love you."

"I love you too, pervert."

"Hey! Look who's throwing the pervert term around! You nympho!"

We squeezed each other's hands and laughed, then watched the sunset.

****************

The next morning, I woke with my typical morning wood. Sandi was snuggled up against me, and my dick lay against her ass. I lay there for a bit, letting the fog of sleep clear, then remembered that she was my freeuse slut today. I slipped my arm over her and cupped one of her ample breasts. My fingers found her nipple and gave it a roll.

"Mmmm, you dirty boy. Can you even let me get wide awake?" she groaned sleepily.

"I think it would be sexier if you pretended to be asleep."

"Oh my, are you saying you want to take me and ravage me against my will?"

"Well, you are my freeuse slut today, so technically you've already given me permission."

"Mmm, well in that case, I'm going back to sleep," my wife giggled, and wiggled her ass against me. That just caused my dick to get harder.

I massaged her tits and tweaked her nipples until they were both standing proud. As I kissed her shoulder, I slipped my hand down her side and over her ass cheek, until my fingers found her puckered anus. I heard a soft gasp pass her lips, but she didn't resist. After circling it for a few minutes, I reached for the lube and applied some to my fingers. I also grabbed a condom. Soon, I had a finger slowly pressing its way into her. She pretended to be asleep, but the soft moans she uttered let me know that she was fully on board with my plan. After she was comfortable with one finger, I increased it to two. Her moans became more prominent. Soon, I'd had enough teasing, so I sheathed myself with the condom and applied a bit of lube.

"Why the condom?" she murmured.

"I'm going to ravage my wife today, and I don't want her leaking all over the place."

"All over the place? I thought we'd just stay in the room today."

"Oh no. I've heard that there is an isolated stretch of beach where couples can go and not be disturbed."

"You naughty man," she giggled.

Her giggle was cut short as I pressed the head of my cock at her exit.

"Relax, my slut," I whispered.

Soon I was buried in my wife's ass, and began rocking my hips.

"Fuck, your ass is incredible."

"You don't fuck it near enough," she moaned.

We soon established a rhythm, and my dick was making full-length strokes in her. Before long, I noticed that she seemed to get tighter as I was pulling back.

"Are you squeezing me?" I asked.

"Trying to milk you, my love. Do you like it?"

"I do," I groaned. "Did you do that when Brad was fucking your ass?"

"I've started doing it whenever I have a man in my ass; Brad, Dylan, you, whoever you want to fuck my ass will get milked."

"I love that you're such a slut," I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her.

Sandi had started rubbing her clit and moaning, which only served to excite me further. A few more strokes and I was nearing orgasm.

"Babe, I'm almost there," I moaned.

"Me too," she replied. "Let's cum together. Let me know when you absolutely can't hold back."

I nodded, then a moment later, I told her, "I'm there!"

"That's it, babe. Cum for me. I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me. I want to milk the seed out of you. C'mon, babe, do it!"

I fell over the edge into my orgasm. I could feel her gripping me as I backed out of her; my dick pulsing my seed into the condom.

"Yes, babe! That's it!" she squealed, and her body shook as she came as well.

Sandi

Steven and I cleaned up and dressed before heading to the resort's breakfast buffet. We had discovered that it is a huge spread, and since their clientele are from around the world, so is the food. One area had typical U. S. breakfast foods; next to it was a table with a few additional items that Brits might include, such as beans, fried mushrooms, and the sausages they call 'bangers'. Another area had items leaning into Asian cultures, including rice, grilled fish, miso soup, congee, several egg dishes, noodles, pickled vegetables, and several other things I did not recognize. It was fun to have the opportunity to sample cuisine from around the world, and I freely experimented. Some items I liked; some items were definitely not to my liking, but it was fun. After breakfast, we walked the beach and decided to take the resort shuttle to the nearby shopping area. There, we each purchased a few clothing items, though I had to restrain myself since I knew it might be a while before I could wear clothes that fit me at the moment. It recently seemed that my belly grew noticeably each day.

We returned to the resort and decided to go for a walk around the grounds. Off in one area of the property, one we had not explored prior, we found a small building labeled 'The Play Room'. There was an attendant outside, so we stopped to inquire about it. It turned out to be an open room with multiple beds where couples, or more, could have sex. Nudity was mandatory inside, though sex was not. Single men were required to be accompanied by a couple, and condoms were mandatory for all men. Since Steven hadn't taken advantage of my free-use status since waking, he told me that we were going to have sex where others could watch.

Once inside, we found a bed and just sat for a while, kissing and gazing around. There were six couples in the room, all in various stages of equally varied sex acts. On one of the beds was a woman and two men. I was mesmerized by them, and my mind drifted back to my threesome with David and Dylan. I felt myself growing wetter, and I apparently squirmed, which Steven noticed.

"Getting hot watching them?" he asked.

"Yes, but they seem to be a bit of a cliché."

"What, an Asian woman can't enjoy a big black cock?" he snickered.

She definitely was enjoying it, and it was big. The other man with her was Asian. I assumed it was her husband. His cock was respectable, but not nearly as large as the other man's. They currently had her in a spit roast, her husband behind her, holding her hips and slowly plunging in and out. The black man was at her head, and she was worshiping his manhood; licking him from balls to tip, taking the head in her mouth and sucking, fondling his balls. Several times while I was watching, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face with it. When he did, I could hear her moan.

While I was distracted watching them, Steven had slipped two fingers into my now-sopping hole and was circling my clit with his thumb. I didn't realize how close to orgasm he had taken me until my body shuddered and my head sagged.

"Oh, Steven," I moaned.

"Cum for me, my sluttly little voyeur," he whispered in my ear. "Are you thinking about how it would feel to have that big cock inside you?"

"No," I lied, "I'm yours today."

"Free use means I not only get to use you when I want, but also that I get to tell you who to fuck."

"Ohhh, fuck," I moaned as another orgasm washed over me at the thought of getting that big cock inside me.

"She's watching you," Steven whispered.

I looked the woman in the eyes. She was definitely watching me. As if teasing me, she looked directly at me as she licked up and down the dark man's shaft. Apparently her husband hit just the right spot, and her eyes rolled back in her head while her body shook. She swallowed the cock in her mouth, and nearly collapsed as her orgasm hit. Her husband plunged deep into her and groaned. I assumed he had cum as well. The men laid her on the bed to relax. I noticed that her husband's cock was going flaccid, but their friend's cock was still standing proud and glistening with her saliva.

"Looks like the show's over," Steven whispered.

"Put your dick in me; I need a good cum," I ordered him.

I positioned myself so I could still see the trio, and Steven plunged into me from behind. The invasion was sudden and caused me to gasp, which drew the attention of the trio. They all smiled as Steven began to rock back and forth. They watched for a few minutes before the black man turned to the woman and said something, then she slipped off their bed and strode toward us.

"Hello, my name is Ming, and my husband noticed you. He's taken a shine to your wife and was wondering if we might be allowed to join you," she said, motioning at the black man.

"He's your husband?" I asked.

"Yes. I know it's not what you expected. I absolutely love threesomes, and the Asian gentleman was kind enough to oblige us."

"Damn, so you get his fat cock whenever you want? Lucky slut." I groaned. Steven was doing a good job of pleasing me.

Ming laughed. "So, may he?"

"He may," Steven said. "I'm sure Sandi here would love to sample your husband's cock."

Ming turned and motioned to her husband, who strode to our bed.

"I'm honored you are letting me join you. My name is Amos."

"Please, take my place, Amos," my husband told him as he pulled his cock out of me. "Sandi loves getting stuffed by a large cock."

Amos smiled and moved behind me, while Steven took up a position on the bed where he could view. Ming sat on the other side. Amos gave his cock a few strokes, then sheathed it in a fresh condom. I felt the head press between my lips, which parted thanks to Steven's recent occupation of my channel. He swiped the head between my lips a few times and then pressed into me. I groaned as his cock head stretched me open. Soon he was pressing into my depths. His wasn't the fattest cock I've ever had; that title still belongs to Trevor, but Amos' cock was the longest. I reached between my legs to feel where we joined and to caress his balls, and I noticed there were still a couple of inches not inside me. I hadn't paid much attention to his balls, having been mesmerized by his long black shaft, but when I took them in my palm I noticed they were quite large.

"Those are full of cum, just for you, Sandi," Amos chuckled.

"Fuck me, Amos. Fuck me like I'm your slut," I moaned.

Amos rose off his knees and grabbed my hips without missing a stroke. With my ass in the air and my face on the bed, he was now fucking down into me. He positioned himself so that with each stroke, the head of his cock raked the front of my sodden sheath, striking my G-spot with every thrust. In a matter of minutes, an orgasm washed over me. It would be the first of several.

Once my orgasm faded, Amos pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed. He took my hand and guided me to stand in front of him, facing away. He took his cock in his hand and guided me down onto it, with my back to his chest. He then grabbed my legs behind my knees and pulled them up. I was helpless to resist, helpless to move, as he lifted me like he was doing curls in the gym. So he was fucking his cock with me. I submitted to him, and laid my head back against his shoulder.

"Would you like Ming to lick your clit while I slide you up and down my shaft?" Amos whispered.

"Y—yes. Please," I croaked.

I didn't bother looking; I was lost to the sensation of being used as a Fleshlight, yet soon I felt a tongue on my clit. Ming licked and sucked on my clit and labia as Amos slid me up and down.

"Fuck, Amos, this is incredible," I groaned.

"I thought you'd like this. It's one of Ming's favorite experiences," he chuckled.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered to him.

"I've got you, baby girl. You go right ahead. Fall apart on me. I want to feel you grip my shaft as you come undone."

Those words sent me over the edge. I called out his name as I began to shake. My muscles gripped him repeatedly. My legs, from the knees down, quaked wildly in the air.

"That's it, Sandi. Cum for Amos."

I stiffened, my eyes flew open, and I let out a primal growl as my orgasm peaked. And then I collapsed against him.

"I'd say that was good for you," he whispered.

"Yes," I replied.

"Thank you for the use of your sweet, tight hole, baby girl."

"Was I good for you, Amos? Did you cum?"

"No, sweetheart."

"Damn, Amos. How long can you go?"

"I was nearly there, baby girl. But Amos loves to feel his women cumming."

"Can I ask a favor of you?"

"Anything."

"Will you fuck my tits and cum on them? You're my first black man, and while I don't want to sound racist, I want to watch your big black cock spew its load on me. I want to watch you mark me as 'fucked by Amos'."

He chuckled. "You white girls are all alike; you love watching the black cock. You saw how Ming could barely take her eyes off it as she sucked and stroked it, and we've been married for years. Ming and your husband have been closely watching as I invaded your pale pink fuck hole. Everyone loves the contrast because it feels so forbidden. Don't be ashamed, I'd love to give you a titty fuck and then empty these big balls on you. Kneel on the floor for me."

I shakily left the bed and knelt on the floor. He sat on the edge and spread his legs.

"Come here, baby girl, wrap those beautiful tits around Amos' cock."

I shuffled forward on my knees and took his long shaft between my tits. He began rocking his hips, causing the head to alternately appear and disappear in my cleavage. I watched it for a bit, mesmerized by it. Then I leaned my head down and began giving it a lick each time it appeared.

"That's it, sweetheart," Amos groaned.

He began thrusting quicker, and his breathing became more rapid.

"I'm gonna cum, baby girl," he groaned, then pulled back and began stroking his shaft.

Before long, he growled, and his cock spat its immense load all over my chest. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed hit me across the top of my tits, one hit under my chin, and the last of them he deposited onto my nipples. When he was finished, he fell back onto the bed and Ming quickly came to begin cleaning up his cock, licking up the cum that dribbled out.

I sat there and watched her lips and tongue on his dark shaft as I began smearing his deposit around on my chest, coating every inch of my tits and stomach with his sticky seed. Steven soon joined me. He had a tight grip on his dick, and watched while I toyed in Amos' seed. I reached out and wrapped my cum-covered fingers around his dick, pulling him closer. I began stroking his shaft for him, using Amos' cum as a lubricant. In moments, my husband's seed joined Amos' on my chest. Once he was done, I took him in my mouth to clean him while I smeared his seed around my chest as well.

By this time, Ming had cleaned Amos' cock, and they were both watching me suck Steven's dick and smear the cum around on my chest.

"You two are amazing," Amos said with a bit of wonderment in his voice.

I pulled off Steven's dick and smiled demurely.

"Thank you, and so are you two. Thank you for giving me my first big black cock. Do you like watching your curvy white slut playing in your cum?"

Amos chuckled, "I do. I do indeed. I hope we see you again around the resort."

I looked at Steven, and his slight nod told me he agreed.

"We're looking forward to it," he said.

We all said our goodbyes, well, except for the Asian man. He had quietly slipped away. As we walked back to our room, Steven took my hand, which was still sticky with his and Amos' partially dried cum.

"That was incredible," he said.

"It was," was all I said.

We were almost back to our room by now. He gripped my hand and stopped walking.

"Ming wanted to suck my dick while we watched."

"Did you let her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because we've never discussed it. We've never had another woman in the room with us."

"Do we need to discuss it?" I asked. "I'm not sure how I would react to seeing you with another woman. Watching is your thing."

"I'm not sure it's worth discussing."

"Did you want her to suck you?"

He took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. I had my answer.

"Yes, I would have liked to let her."

We looked each other in the eyes, and I caressed his cheek.

"Listen. IF we ever have another woman in the room, I'm willing to let her touch you, suck your cock, but no fucking. Okay? And you have to stop the moment I say. I don't know how I'll react."

He bit his lip and nodded. A tear ran down his cheek next to my hand.

"I love you, babe. Let's go get cleaned up," I said, and we finished the short walk to our room.

That night we showered and held each other close in bed.

****************

The next morning, while we were at breakfast, Brad joined us. When he sat down, he slid a USB drive across the table to me. I looked at it with more than a little trepidation. I knew that on it were pictures of me in the nude; pictures of me getting fucked. In the wrong hands, they could upset my life, and I was about to put them on the internet. I knew there would be no going back, because once they were online, they were forever. I picked it up and placed it in my purse. The three of us took turns going to the food bar, and once we were all settled, we began to talk.

"So, did you two stay out of trouble yesterday?" Brad asked.

"Absolutely not," I replied.

"Sandi had her first BBC," said Steven.

"Well now! Congratulations. I assume it was both b and b?"

"More than adequate, but not as big as your BWC," I giggled.

"I'm pleased," replied Brad.

"But you're still not the largest I've had. Too bad, so sad," I batted my eyes.

"It wouldn't be fair if I was handsome, an amazing photographer, and the biggest cock on the planet," Brad laughed.

"Speaking of big cocks, dear," I said, looking at Steven, "would you mind if Brad and Amos dp'd me today?"

"Fine by me," Steven replied, taking a bite of egg and toast.

"So Amos is your BBC? What would he think of this?" asked Brad.

"Oh, he'll be on board with it, though he'll probably want his wife to participate."

"A black woman." Brad said thoughtfully, "I must say I've only fucked a couple of black women."

"Not black, Indonesian. A petite, curvy stunner who swings both ways."

"Hey now! You don't have to threaten me with a good time!" Brad laughed.

"There's our new friends!" a voice boomed out. It was Amos, accompanied by Ming.

"Speak of the Devil," I laughed. "We were just talking about you two. This is our new friend Brad. He wasn't around yesterday, so you were the happy beneficiaries of our free time."

Amos reached his hand out to Brad. "Ming and I appreciate you not being around yesterday. These two are quite a lot of fun."

"Sit, sit," I motioned to the free chairs at our table.

Soon, we were all chatting like old friends, laughing and having a great time. Before we left the table, I propositioned Amos and Ming.

"Amos, before you arrived, I was describing yesterday's adventure to Brad, and I have a question for you."

"Do tell," he smiled.

"Would you be interested in a threesome with me and Brad? DP specifically."

"Well, my Momma didn't raise no dummy. Count me in. And I'm sure Ming would love to be our fluffer, wouldn't you, darling?"

Ming nodded excitedly.

"Great! Why don't we all meet in our room? Say, in one hour?"

Everyone agreed. And just like that, I'd arranged and DP for myself, and wondered what the addition of Ming would lead to.

Steven and I hurried back to our room. We were both excited. On the way there, we came across the housekeeper who was caring for our room, and explained to her that we were going to have company in an hour and would need a late room cleaning.

"We get this a lot," she giggled. "How many are you?"

"Six," I told her, and her eyes grew large.

"You are having fun. Listen, if you like, you can call Housekeeping when you are ready, or if you'd like, I can clean it now, and just leave you extra towels and clean bed linens."

"The latter sounds wonderful. That way we can all clean up afterwards, and no one will have to sleep in a wet spot!" I laughed.

I gave her our room number, and she headed off. Steven and I spent some time sitting in the beach loungers watching the waves lap at the shore. In what seemed like no time, we heard her voice call, "Your room is ready!" from the doorway. We waved at each other, and the two of us started towards our room as she moved.

"Remind me to tip her handsomely," Steven chuckled.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on our door. Brad had arrived, and a few minutes later, Amos and Ming made their appearance. Steven had ordered a couple of bottles of wine from room service, and we all sat around sipping and talking; some on chairs, some on the bed. As the conversation reached a natural lull, Amos changed the subject.

"So, how are we going to start this, Sandi? It's your idea after all."

"Well, I'm open to ideas. I had not factored in that Ming would be here, sorry, dear," I said as I looked at her. "Truthfully, I'm open to anything as long as I end up with two cocks in me at the same time. I do have one question, though: have you all been tested recently? Because I'd really love to feel cum leaking out of both holes."

"We have," said Amos. "So have I," said Brad.

"Babe, are you okay with that?" I asked, looking at Steven.

"Fine by me," he said with a grin.

"Well, I want to see what Brad is packing, maybe enjoy what he offers; ride him while I watch you and Amos," Ming interjected. We all laughed.

"Great, why don't we all get naked and see what happens!"

I've never seen five people get undressed so quickly. When Ming saw Brad's cock, she let out a small, joyful squeal and quickly moved to kneel on the floor in front of him. She wrapped her small hands around his shaft, and began licking his full length.

"She's a cock-hungry little slut. Has been as long as I've known her," Amos chuckled.

"Well, she's not the only cock-hungry slut in the room," I responded, and knelt in front of Amos. I gripped his dark cock and sucked the head into my mouth.

"Fuck," Amos groaned.

Steven, who had undressed with the rest of us, settled into his cuck chair to watch as he sipped on another glass of wine.

Steven

Watching my wife have sex with another man was, for me, the pinnacle of sexual excitement. I always had incredible orgasms when watching her, whether from masturbating or from reclaiming her when she was done. After feeling my heart pounding in my chest for however long she fucked, the release set my body on fire. Now, watching not only her taking on another man, but also watching Ming and Brad have sex, well, I was ready to explode. I knew if I touched my dick, that would be the end of me, so I sat in the cuck chair and drank wine to dull my senses.

When Ming knelt in front of Brad, his cock was already fully engorged. Her fingers lightly danced around his crown, and his cock bounced involuntarily. She squealed with delight and gently stroked his full length; her touch was but a whisper. Soon, she replaced her fingers with her lips; butterfly kisses up and down his shaft, his cock throbbed, and his slit leaked precum. Her tongue slithered around his crown, hungrily devouring his essence, before she plunged her lips over him. He gasped.

Sandi was not nearly as tentative with Amos. She'd fucked him yesterday, and knew exactly what she wanted from him today. She stroked his shaft with one hand while caressing his balls with the other. His balls were as significant as his cock, hanging low from his root. He fisted her blonde hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. She eagerly drove her lips down his shaft until she gagged, then pulled back and did it again. She was clearly hungry for him. She continued sucking and gagging as she stroked the length of his shaft that wouldn't fit between her lips. His cock wasn't as thick as Brad's, but it was just as long, and it glistened with her saliva, which also dripped from her chin.

On the other side of the bed, Ming had pushed Brad down on his back and was squatted above him with a firm grip on his cock. She swiped the head between her labia several times, causing it to shine with a coating of her grool. She notched him into her entrance, and growled as she lowered herself over him. She had to take her time, and I saw him disappear between her lips inch by inch.

"So big," she moaned.

"Is that some good cock, sweetheart?" Amos asked.

"So fucking good, my love," she responded, her voice breaking up.

Ming settled on him and stilled for at least a minute, letting the fullness settle in.

Meanwhile, Sandi had climbed onto the mattress and pointed her ass at Amos.

"Fuck, me, Amos," she begged.

Amos chuckled as he clambered onto the mattress and squatted above her. He wiped the head of his cock between her lips a few times, then placed the head at her entrance and thrust. She gasped at the sudden stretch. Amos gave her time to accommodate him, and I watched as her asshole throbbed. Her muscles were spasming around his shaft, and her excitement flowed out around him and dripped off her clit. When I saw his dark shaft impale my wife, I nearly emptied my balls without touching myself. He soon began pistoning in and out of my wife's pussy. His long, dark shaft dripped with her grool, and shone in the sunlight coming through the window. I sat there, mesmerized, and noticed that he was not able to put the entire length of his cock into her; every thrust was banging against her cervix, causing her to grunt.

The women were watching each other, smiling and holding hands. Ming continued to ride Brad as his hands groped her tits. She was the first to warn of her impending orgasm. Brad grasped her hips and thrust his hips up. Ming was now suspended above the mattress, her legs unable to do anything more than swipe against the sheets. She squealed and shook as Brad steadied her. Ming's orgasm set off Sandi. She groaned and bucked back against Amos.

I was shocked that the men did not cum. I know that if it had been my cock buried in my wife, I would have lost control and painted her tunnel white while she was still cumming. Ming and Sandi lay side-by-side on the bed, catching their breath. I went to the mini-fridge and got a bottle of water for each woman.

Amos, Brad and I poured ourselves a glass of wine and went onto the balcony. I felt uncomfortable standing between them; their cocks were hard, but one of these things was not like the others. My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I asked how they had not cum, and were still hard.

"Pharmaceuticals, my man, pharmaceuticals," Amos grinned. "I always have some with me, and I shared with Brad. We knew this was going to get crazy and didn't want to miss a beat."

We stood there, them sipping wine, me just holding it; I was learning so much about hotwifing on this trip, and adults-only resorts, and about my wife and me. I knew she was excited for what was coming, but the question in my mind was which of us was more excited, her or me.

"So how are we doing this?" Brad asked, glancing at Amos.

"Well, since I'm a bit less like a soda can than you, I figure I'll take her back door."

"Sounds good, easier on her that way."

"Are we cumming in her, or on her?" Amos asked me.

"In her, that's why no condoms."

"Cool."

"You two are quite interesting," Brad commented. "You're jumping into this lifestyle with both feet."

"Yeah, well, we didn't start that way, and didn't expect this week to happen. It all started as a way to get her pregnant."

"She's pregnant?" Amos asked, with not a small amount of shock in his voice.

"Yeah, entering her third trimester now. Got pregnant by a guy in her hometown. He banged her every day for more than two weeks, sometimes more than once a day. We want a child, and I'm unable to make it happen."

"Sorry to hear that," Amos offered.

"Damn, I just thought she was curvy, but that's a little baby bump she has going on," Brad said, taking a sip of wine. "Either way, she's sexy as fuck."

"She's naturally curvy; that's why she's just now beginning to show. I have a feeling that this will be the last time we do something like this until after the baby comes."

They both smiled and clinked their wine glasses in front of me.

"Let's go rock this sexy mommy-to-be's world," Brad laughed.

"Amen to that, Brother!" Amos laughed as well.

They tossed back the last of their wine, and we all returned to the bedside.

Sandi and Ming were curled up and facing each other on the bed, quietly talking.

"Alright, Sandi, are you ready?" Amos asked.

"I thought you would never ask!"

"We're going to do this on the sofa," Brad said.

"Come here, sexy momma, and take my cock in your tight little exit," Amos said, as he sat in the corner of the sofa.

Sandi and Ming both got off the bed and headed for the sofa. As Sandi walked past me, she whispered in my ear, "Ming is going to help you."

Amos lubed his dark shaft, making it glisten again. When Sandi backed up to him, he had her bed over and spread her cheeks. His fingers teased her exit with lube.

Satisfied with the lubrication, he told Sandi to settle back on him. I did my own settling, moving the armchair into position for the best view. Ming settled on the floor next to me.

Sandi backed up to Amos, who held his cock steady. When his head made contact, she paused and took a deep breath, then slowly settled onto him with a loud groan.

Amos fisted her long hair and pulled her back until she was resting against his chest, then spread her legs. This gave me a perfect view of his shaft buried in my wife's backdoor, and her pussy just above, drooling and puffy from earlier. My dick throbbed at the sight, and I thought I would shoot my load when she began stroking in and out of her. I reached for my dick, but Ming deflected my hand.

"I'm in charge of this," she said softly, and lightly teased the rim of my glans with her fingertips.

"I want to cum with them," I whispered, not taking my eyes off the scene developing in front of me.

"She looks so sexy," Ming whispered. "My husband knows how to please a woman."

"I've noticed."

Brad, who was now standing next to Amos and Sandi, lubed up his cock, and then began rubbing my wife's pussy. First he simply played his fingers across her labia, teasing them, but shortly, his focus moved to her clit. He circled and rubbed it, then pinched it between thumb and forefinger. She yelped, and her body shuddered.

"First orgasm," Brad said with a smile as he looked deep into her eyes.

He moved from her clit back to her labia, and then slipped a finger in. My wife's eyes grew large, and her breathing hitched. When he slipped a second finger in, her head fell back on Amos' shoulder, and she let out a sound I've never heard her make before; animalistic and primal. Brad gently fingered her for several minutes, then placed his thumb against her clit and rubbed. All this time, his eyes were locked on her.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed as her body jerked violently.

"That's number two," Brad said with a grin. "Are you ready to get stuffed?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Brad straddled one of Amos' legs, and grasped my wife's leg on the same side. He spread her legs even farther than they already were, took his cock in his hand, and put the head between her puffy lips.

I stared in amazement as my wife took him in. Soon she was impaled on the two biggest cocks that had ever shared her. She was groaning and panting at the stretch, and the men were still, allowing her body to adjust to their invasion. Ming placed a water bottle up against my painfully hard dick, causing me to yelp.

"What's that for?!"

"To cool you down. You said that you want to cum with them, and I suspect that event is several minutes away."

I looked back at my wife. She was off in another world; her legs spread, her head back on Amos' shoulder, and two huge cock slowly pistoning in and out of her. She began softly moaning, interspersing with whispered pleas of "fuck me", and "yes," punctuated with the occasional yelp. Her leg opposite Brad, which Amos held at the bend behind her knee, was twitching. I wasn't sure if she was cumming or not, but if she was, this had to be the longest orgasm ever.

"You're taking this so well," Amos whispered in her ear.

"This feels incredible, so full."

"Two big cocks and a baby in there, I'd say you're stuffed."

"So he told you about the baby?"

"Yeah, congratulations. We understand that you had to farm out your husband's part of that process."

"It was his idea. He wants a baby as much as I do."

"If you want another, I can ask Ming if she'd let me make it with you when the time comes. Mixed babies are beautiful."

"Oh yeah, that would go over well with our parents," Sandi chuckled.

She was quiet for a few strokes.

"You just concentrate on putting your cum in my ass today. A second baby is years away."

"Whatever you say, little baby-momma."

The men pumped in and out of her, while Ming slowly jacked my dick. Eventually, my wife asked Amos and Brad to fuck her harder.

"I've been on the edge ever since Brad added his cock. I need to cum!"

"Whatever you need," they said in unison, and began pumping more rapidly.

Soon, their smooth, coordinated rhythm gave way to jerky thrusts. My wife began moaning loudly and begging them to fuck her harder and faster. Ming moved to kneel between my legs and began licking my dick.

"I think it's time," she whispered, then wrapped her lips around my crown.

Just then, my wife lost control of her body. She was jerking and making those primal sounds again.

"I'm cumming!" she yelled.

That triggered Amos and Brad, and I watched as their cocks throbbed, pumping their seed into both my wife's holes. I groaned, and Ming sucked hard on my dick, causing me to fill her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every bit. The trio on the sofa stilled, catching their breath. Ming licked me, cleaning the mixture of cum and saliva from my rapidly deflating dick. After a bit, Brad pulled out of my wife. His cum rushed out of her and flowed down Amos' cock and onto his ball. Eventually it dribbled onto the sofa. He went to get water and brought enough for all of us. I took a bottle and swigged half of it immediately. Ming took a mouthful and swished it before swallowing.

Brad offered a hand to my wife, helping her to sit. She was still impaled on Amos. He opened waters for her and Amos, and when she was ready, he helped her stand. When she did, she quickly sat back down next to Amos; her legs were too weak to support her. His cum flowed out of her when she stood, and now it joined Brad's in the mess. Brad stepped up to Sandi and spread her legs.

"What do you think, Steven? Does she look well cared for?"

Her pussy was red, angry-looking, and both holes were still leaking cum. I felt my dick stir again.

"I've never seen her look so sexy," I croaked.

That was the truth. In the years we'd been together, I'd seen her leaking my cum. I'd seen her swollen labia. But this…this was next level. My dick had never assaulted her the way Brad and Amos did, and seeing her leaking cum from both holes took me back to her last threesome, but this had been next level. Both cocks were bigger, and Amos' dark shaft added to the excitement; it offered a sense of the forbidden. Yes, mixing races is widely accepted nowadays—but this was my wife, and this was her first time. I wondered to myself whether she might want a black man again. I secretly hoped so. I envisioned a large man, strong, lifting her, hooking her legs in his elbows, and sliding her up and down his shaft while he stood upright and she howled.

Brad helped Amos off the sofa, and they, along with Ming, went to the shower. In no time, Ming was on her knees with a sudsy cock in each hand. I turned away, giving them what privacy they could have in a glass-walled shower, and I knelt in front of my wife. Her labia were slightly less red, and slightly less swollen now. I ran my finger between them, through the mess the men had left.

"You look beautiful," I whispered.

"I don't feel beautiful; I ache," she groaned.

"Was it good?"

"Incredible."

"So, no regrets?" I asked.

"No regrets. Did Ming take care of you?"

"Yes."

"Don't tell me about it; I don't want to know."

"Okay."

I kissed my way up her body and curled next to her. Her soft breathing soon turned to slumber. After a time, Brad, Amos, and Ming left us. I bid them good evening, then, hearing the door latch click behind them, I dozed off beside my wife. The next thing I remember was waking to the sight of my wife in the shower.

Sandi

That was the most incredible sex I've ever had; two big cocks in me at the same time, stretching me, filling me. The aftermath was painful. After waking from my nap, my body ached, and my front and back felt abused and sticky. So. Incredibly. Sticky. Steven was asleep beside me on the sofa. I successfully made my way to the shower without waking him.

The water streaming from the rain head felt incredibly sensuous as it poured over my body. I stood for a while just touching myself, hands roaming over my body, and relived the encounter in my mind.

I had felt depraved as I settled back on Amos' cock, taking it up my ass while my husband watched. Then Amos had pulled me back against his chest and spread my legs. My debauchery was on full display to my husband, and he was definitely exited about it. But when he reached for his dick, Ming brushed his hand away and began touching him. I wanted to scream. I didn't want to watch another woman please my man, but I had told him it would be okay. If not for the incredible feeling of her husband's cock in my ass, I might have clawed her eyes out. Thankfully, Brad stepped into my line of sight and rubbed his cock between my labia. Soon I was stuffed full of cock, and there was no room for thoughts of what Ming was doing to my husband. The next several minutes, I'm not sure how how many, were filled with ecstasy. In this position, I could kiss both men while they ravaged my body. By the time they finished with me, leaving me leaking their seed, I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Steven was still sleeping when I finished with my shower, but the whir of the hair dryer woke him. He stumbled into the bathroom and kissed my shoulders before entering the shower himself. I finished with my hair and decided I needed to pee.

When I finished on the toilet and wiped myself, for some reason I looked at the tissue before dropping it into the toilet. There were spots of red. It could only be blood. No problem, my doctor had told me spotting could occur after sex. But this wasn't normal spotting; I'd experienced spotting before. There was more blood this time.

Steven noticed me looking at the tissue.

"What's—oh my gosh! Babe, that's more than usual!"

"Do you think it's just from sex? I mean, we were pretty energetic."

"That's more than ever before though, right?" he asked, a worried look on his face.

I nodded.

"Call your doctor. She'll still be in the office due to the time difference."

I took the tissue with me and went back to the sofa, gathering my phone on the way. I shakily dialed the number. Her receptionist answered, and when I told her what I was calling for, she immediately transferred me to the doctor. I explained what was happening, and she was full of questions. Finally, she started to focus on the fact that I had been having sex.

"Was anything different this time?"

"What do you mean, different?" I asked.

"Well, were you and Steven more energetic? Did you use a new position? What was different about this time?"

I hesitated, embarrassed. I did not want to reveal to my doctor that I was having sex with two other men right before I noticed the blood.

"Sandi," she interrupted, "Steven is not big enough to cause your cervix to bleed."

I hesitated briefly. "They were…bigger."

"They? Bigger? Are you using sex toys?"

She'd given me an out.

"Yes, sex toys. Two big ones."

"Well, you need to be gentle to yourself, or Steven needs to. Whoever it was needs to realize that your cervix can be easily irritated. That's likely all it is, but please be careful, and no intercourse until you get home and can come in for an exam. If the bleeding stops in the next couple of hours, there's no need to seek immediate care, but when you get home, call, and we'll work you in. I want to examine you to be sure there's not a more serious issue."

"Okay, we're flying home tomorrow. I'll call the day after."

"Since it's that soon, I'm going to have the receptionist schedule you right now. Hold on."

That was embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as it could have been. I scheduled an appointment and ended the call. Steven had been next to me and heard everything.

"We'll take it easy until we know what's going on. We leave tomorrow, so today is going to be filled with relaxing."

I nodded. It was only then that I felt tears running down my cheeks. I was finally relieved and took a deep breath to relax.

We didn't see Brad, or Amos and Ming again. We barely left our room. The next day we flew home. The entire trip home was stressful because of the potential issue with bleeding, though I had not noticed any new spotting. The appointment with my doctor put both of our minds to rest. She scolded us for being too rough and recommended that we not use the sex toys again. Steven and I laughed at that all the way home.