7 comments/ 80991 views/ 24 favorites Caribbean Encounter By: I.M. Writer This is a sequel to Caribbean Awakening and it is primarily about wife sharing as well. I sincerely thank those of you that offered words of encouragement and constructive criticism. Your comments are appreciated. * I awoke late the next morning to find Beth in the shower. She was getting out as I entered the bathroom and greeted me with a tentative look in her eyes. She looked even more beautiful now than before. "Did you get off last night as much as I did," I asked with a grin? She let out a sigh of relief and said, "Oh God yes! I was so turned on that I worried that I upset you." "You were fantastic Beth, but I'll bet that Alan had a better time than either of us," I said "I really doubt it," she said as she turned her head a little and winked at me. We went to the pool after breakfast. I wasn't sure how to react when we saw Matt and Eileen. They waved us over. I looked at Beth and caught her blushing intensely when she made eye contact with our friends. "How did you two sleep last night," asked Eileen? "We did just fine," I answered. Beth was still blushing and looked nervously my way as I answered. "Eileen and I enjoyed the evening immensely," Matt said with a beaming smile. "It was better than we could have imagined," Eileen added while patting Beth on the knee. "It was so much better than our first time. Thank you for allowing us to be there." Beth looked like a deer in the headlights. She was obviously uncomfortable with such an intimate conversation so soon after last night. I apologized and said "Beth and I haven't discussed the details of last night yet." Matt looked at us for a long while and then with a serious look he said, "you two need to talk about this soon. Last night was a sudden change in your relationship. You both wanted the events to happen, and I'll bet that you both are still tremendously excited about it. You need to let each other know how you feel." I interrupted and said, "we have talked about it Matt. Just not enough that we feel comfortable talking about it with others yet." "Oh," Matt said with a frown. "I was hoping that Eileen and I could help you overcome some of the awkward emotions that can arise after a evening like we all shared." "Is Alan staying at the resort," Beth finally mustered the courage to ask? Matt smiled. "No Beth, Alan was a guest of ours yesterday. He lives nearby but he will not be visiting the rest of the week." I wasn't sure if Beth was disappointed or relieved as she looked away at the horizon. Matt finally broke the silence and asked if we had enjoyed the evening's adventures. We both nodded and I said that it was almost overwhelming. Slowly we began to talk about what had happened and how we felt about it. I told them how I had felt uncomfortable directing their actions early on. I also admitted that I enjoyed it when things began to happen spontaneously. Beth listened carefully and said that it was helpful to have me as an icebreaker. She knew that I was OK with what was happening since I was asking her to go further. She added that she just lost control after awhile and forgot that they had an audience. After they had finished she felt a small burst of humiliation that didn't subside until we returned to the room. I then brought up that I felt that Matt had changed during the course of the evening. Gone was our friend and confidant. A much more aggressive and uncaring person had evolved. Matt had listened and nodded understanding. He smiled and reached for our hands before speaking. "We all changed roles last night guys. After we had learned of your fantasies and desires, Eileen and I planned last night's adventure." Over the next half hour we heard how he had taken everything in to consideration. My need for control and to share Beth with another. He also realized that I wanted Beth to enjoy herself and even take control back. He considered Beth's need for coercion. He was delighted when Beth responded so very well and lost herself completely in passion. Matt admitted that Eileen had recommended Alan. She had known him for some time and felt that he best met our requirements, physically and otherwise. Eileen added that Alan had asked to see Beth again before we left the island. Beth looked up at her and smiled. "I was so scared that I would run into him sometime this week," Beth blurted out with a sigh of relief. She then grinned and added, "he was quite the gentleman Eileen." Matt looked at me and asked if I had any feelings of jealousy. I admitted that I did but that I found it intensely exciting. He was relieved and said that if I didn't admit I was at least a little jealous, I was either lying or not in love with my wife. Matt then posed the big question. "Was once enough or do you wish to continue?" Beth and I looked at each other in astonishment. We had not considered that yet. Matt sensed our unease. "Some couples can have this adventure and that is enough forever. Others will repeat it rarely and only as circumstances permit. Others, once introduced, can't hardly wait until the next encounter. It's up to the two of you to decide." "Well, it's not something we can do at home," Beth thought out loud. I agreed and admitted that had we not been on vacation, last night would have never happened. "Can you imagine if our friends and family knew about last night," Beth asked with a wide-eyed grin? There was an awkward pause in the conversation. "Will Alan be coming back to the resort this week," Beth finally asked? Matt got very serious and sat forward as he spoke. "Beth, I know that you would feel more comfortable with Alan or someone else that you had previously been intimate with, but that would not be in your best interest. I would advise against asking Alan to join the two of you for the immediate future. It would be very easy for you to become enamored with Alan or any other sexual partner. That is something you want to avoid. Eileen and I have learned this the hard way." We saw Eileen nod and look at Matt after this statement. Girls are taught at an early age that sex and love are bonded together. Where the body goes, so goes the heart. The comfort that you would feel for Alan could result in what you feared most, a rift in your marriage. As difficult as it sounds, the best way to continue is to meet and enjoy strangers in a safe environment. Beth appeared stunned. How would she ever repeat last night. It took every ounce of courage and determination to bring herself to meet and undress in front of a perfect stranger. Beth and I held hands and listened as Matt and Eileen told us of their first adventures. Beth was the first to ask the obvious question. "What should we do next? Matt smiled at us and suggested that we accompany them to a club that they often visit. "A Jamaican swingers club," I frowned? I had heard enough about Jamaica that I was reluctant to leave the resort. Poverty and endemic diseases were rampant in Jamaica. Sexually transmitted diseases were common, especially the deadly HIV and Hepatitis. Matt smiled and assured me that they would never visit just any old Jamaican club. "There is widespread poverty in Jamaica Steve, however there is also phenomenal wealth here. Investment bankers and their institutions are common here for many reasons. Jamaica is considered a tax haven for investors. Off shore accounts are common for those with legal problems at home. All in all it provides for an interesting mix of characters." "Many Americans, Europeans and even some from Latin America find themselves assigned or retired to Jamaica for a while. These people are away from home and eventually, as with you, they want to enjoy themselves. A few finer clubs have emerged to cater to this crowd. That is what I am talking about." "I can assure you that no one in this group is willing to take a chance on the diseases that you have mentioned. As you know, these diseases are common in the islands. These clubs are open only to discerning people by invitation only. Any locals that are invited or employed by the clubs are subjected to rigorous and regular examinations. As much as you can relax and be at ease anywhere, you can at these places." Matt sat back and took a drink as he watched our faces for reaction. "What kind of clubs are you talking about," Beth asked "What kind of things could we expect?" "Several different clubs are available Beth," Matt explained. "There is a swingers club much like you would find at home. Another caters to the islands gay crowd. Our favorite is The Encounter." "The Encounter is a club that defies simple description. It is certainly a place where people go to engage in sex with others, or to watch others have sex, or to have sex with your partner while others watch you. In that sense it is a swingers club. It also has a number of theme rooms and it can accommodate just about any fantasy that has ever been enjoyed. The club employs individuals to assist in the theme rooms." Beth and I were in shock. We had never heard of such a place and we weren't sure that it would be legal. Matt grinned and anticipated our reaction. "When a group of affluent individuals decide to enjoy themselves in a country with such abject poverty, who do you suspect would object? The local constabulary and judicial system are compensated very well to insure that the premises are safe and private. Otherwise they are very happy to leave them alone." Beth was becoming very interested in this conversation and that made me even more excited. "What kind of theme rooms are there," she asked? "There are many that you will find interesting," Eileen interrupted. She explained that on main floor was a large lounge surrounded by an open central area and several rooms. Some rooms were private and small. Others were quite large. Some had windows for observation. As Eileen continued her description, I noticed that Beth was hanging on every word. "Upstairs are the theme areas. There are areas for those who enjoy bondage. Another area is for those who enjoy submission and slavery. One area is specifically designed for interracial play. It's called the jungle room and has a zebra over the entrance. There are areas made to look like schools and hospitals. There is even a strip club for those who want to show off a little." "How many are there," Beth asked. "Depends on the night and the season. High season like this usually brings in 100 or 150," Matt said. I was amazed. "There are that many investment bankers in Jamaica," I asked? Matt smiled and assured me that The Encounter was well known throughout the Caribbean. "People fly in from near and far to experience the encounter," he said with a grin. "What does it cost," I asked? Matt smiled and informed me that when you come as a guest of a member, only a nominal fee is needed to cover food drinks and essentials. He assured me that this would not be a problem. "Would you consider bringing us," Beth asked? Matt and Eileen looked at each other and laughed. Eileen said that she had already called to tell them that we would be arriving that night. I took a deep breath and looked at Beth. She was shaking her head in disbelief. "How did you know that we would agree to come," she asked? "Just had a hunch," Matt giggled. "Let's plan on going early so that you can get a tour before the rest of the crowd gets there. We'll leave just after dinner. I'll have a car waiting at 7:00pm." I left to use the restroom and Matt followed. "You OK with this," he asked? "I think so Matt. I'm not sure what we are getting into really. We are trusting your judgment." I was looking carefully into his eyes as I spoke. "You know you can always leave if you get uncomfortable," Matt added. I smiled at the reassurance. Matt reached into his trunks and pulled out a plastic bag. "Here," he said. "I know you are the doctor but I think you will appreciate this tonight." I looked at the bag and immediately recognized the contents. "Viagra? I really don't need this Matt. To be honest, lately I have had trouble trying to hide my erection. With everything that's happened I don't think I'll need these." Matt looked at me and shook his head. "You will appreciate the effects later. Steve, you will see a lot of new and exciting things tonight. Beth will too and she will want for you to enjoy them with her. It will be erotic. It will also be stressful at times. It will be more fun if you can get it up several times tonight. You want to quit because you are sore, not because you have erectile dysfunction. Take it from a friend Steve,...it's safe and you will thank me later." "I know it's safe Matt. I prescribe it every day. I just didn't think I would need it for awhile." He smiled and recommended that I take it just after dinner. We finished our business and rejoined the ladies. Matt and Eileen soon left to do some shopping and left Beth and me to ourselves. "Can you believe this has happened so quickly," I asked? "When we got here I got off watching remove your suit in public. Now I have hardly noticed that you have been nude the entire morning." "What do you think about tonight," Beth asked? I could tell that she was worried about my response. "Sounds like an adventure," I grinned. "Are you sure about this," she asked in a serious tone? "After last night I feel closer to you than ever. If we don't like it we can come home," I said with certainty. I was certain that Beth wanted to visit the club. I felt she was giving me a chance to reconsider. We spent the entire afternoon at the pool except for a short walk along the beach. "What part of the club do you want to try," she asked. "I'm not sure. Guess we'll have to try them all," I said teasingly. "Any part catch your fancy," I asked. "It all sounds naughty," Beth grinned. We showered and prepared for dinner. I enjoyed watching Beth as she got ready. I imagined Alan at her breasts and wondered who would be there tonight. When it was time to dress, Beth put on a strapless dress that stopped about four inches below her labia. Her vulva was in plainly visible as I bent over to grab my shoes. She slipped on a pair of sandals and announced that she was ready. I had mixed emotions. I never thought I would see the day that she would beat me getting ready. Then again she only had a dress and sandals on. "Packing light tonight," I said with a smile. "Eileen old me to take only what was necessary because it will be less to keep track of later," she admitted with an intense blush. "Eileen will be very proud of you tonight," I grinned. We met with Matt and Eileen for dinner. Matt stared at Beth for a lingering moment. "Do I look alright," she asked. "You will be the belle of the ball my dear," Matt said reassuringly. After dinner we made our way to the car and Matt drove us into the mountains. After about 30 minutes we approached what appeared to be a large stone building. It looked much like a clubhouse for a country club. We were escorted to the door by our hosts and greeted by our first names. Upon entering it appeared to be an empty lounge. We were given a drink and then followed Matt and Eileen for the tour. We spent little time on the main floor. A large dance floor had a large ottoman in the center. The dance floor was surrounded by several doors. They looked like bathrooms until I realized that there were at least ten of them. Some had windows and some of these had cushioned benches in front of them. We looked into a couple of the rooms. Matt showed ushered us into a group room. A large king bed was in the center and four smaller beds were along the walls. The nightstand was full of condoms and lubricant. The windows had blinds and these were controlled from the inside. Matt explained that a group would use this room. He explained that if the door was open, newcomers were free to join. He showed us a couple's room that was much smaller and had a twin bed. A large window allowed an excellent view to those wanting to observe. Only a sheer curtain was available to close if some privacy were desired. He smiled and suggested that we should try this room at sometime in the evening. "We all enjoy putting on a little show don't we." He had us stand inside the room and turned on the light. After shutting the door we looked out the window and realized that we couldn't see out. I walked outside and looked in and Beth was clearly visible. Matt explained that it was a nonthreatening way to expose yourself. I decided to remember that room. We ascended to the second floor on a steep circular staircase. Matt followed us with a broad smile on his face. I smiled too when I remembered the way Beth was dressed and the view with which she was treating him. We entered the dungeon and met up with Eileen. She was talking with a couple. Several restraint devices were in view. I grinned at Beth and she rolled her eyes at me and smiled. Around the corner was an area devoted to slavery. A podium was in a corner with a post in the center. Manacles were attached to the post. I wasn't certain if it was for punishment or pleasure. We walked through a room with a jungle motif as well as another with a desert décor. Next to this was an area made up convincingly like a jail. There were cells and a group dining area except that the tables had chains and padded tops. On one wall was a cobweb of chains with other chains and cuffs attached to them. This was certainly an unusual club. We were greeted by an attractive dark skinned lady who spoke with a lovely Jamaican accent. She was dressed in a navy business suit and high heels. She invited us to join her. Matt explained that she would explain the rules of the club. We were taken to a small office and offered drinks. As she left to get them I looked at Beth and noticed she was flushed. "Are you OK," I asked? "Yeah, just in a whirl," she sighed. I noticed her dress had inched up a little in her distraction. I gently felt under her short dress and found a very excited girl. I looked at my fingers and saw the evidence of her excitement. "Well can you blame me," Beth blurted out squirming in her seat when she realized what I was doing? "Didn't that stuff get you excited?" She was blushing deeply. Before I could reply, our host returned with the drinks and joined us. She got a full view of Beth's excitement. She looked at Beth and smiled demurely. She said that she was sure that we would have a wonderfully erotic visit at The Encounter tonight. She had just reviewed the guest list and recognized some of her favorites that were going to be there tonight. She reviewed the rules of The Encounter. Many we expected. No means no. If someone requested that you use safe sex practices, you must oblige. Rudeness, lack of respect and violence were prohibited. Others we had not thought about. She advised that we were guests of the club and that we were invited to make application to join if we desired. She added solemnly that it was a very selective club and warned us not to expect automatic acceptance. Otherwise we would not be welcome unless we came as guests of a member. No photography is allowed except by the clubs official photographer. She assured us that all photos would be kept in the clubs archives and never shared or published. She went on to advise us that we were not to mention anyone or any activities seen here. She sternly warned us that discretion is mandatory. Any breach of this would be result in lifetime banishment from the club. She then excused herself and wished us a wonderful evening. Beth and I returned to the main floor and wandered through the large dance area. We sipped our drinks and searched for our hosts. More and more people were arriving. It was as diverse a group as I had ever seen. Young and old. Subtle and extravagant. Dark and light. Tall and short. Fat and thin. Ugly and drop dead gorgeous.. You could find just about anything you wanted. Beth was scanning the crowd too. We chatted with several of the members. We exchanged first names only and spoke in general terms. Everyone was friendly. We had several drinks and enjoyed listening to the conversations. It seemed just like a normal social event except we knew better. Caribbean Encounter with My Master I looked appraisingly around the hotel room checking for last minute jobs. My nervousness getting the better of me, I busied myself tidying things that don't need tidying. Let me explain, I'm 48 years old, a bbw, a big beautiful woman for those of you who don't know. I'm 5ft 8 tall weigh about 15 stones, have short red brown hair and I was standing in the middle of a 5 star hotel room in the Caribbean. All this was a long, long way from my normal life as a teacher in London, England. I had flown out to The Caribbean that morning, arriving about lunchtime, taken a taxi to my hotel from the Airport. It only took about 30 minutes and I was checked into my luxurious double room. The first thing I had done was pick up the phone beside the bed and dial the number that I'd committed to memory. I heard the phone ring at the other end. "Hello." "Hello Sir, I've arrived." "Welcome to the Islands my pet, are you ready for me?" "Of course sir, shall I take a bath before you arrive?" "No my pet, just have a quick shower, I shall be there shortly, have you arranged for me to collect the key?" "Yes Sir." "Good pet." I heard the click of his disconnection and I sat for a few moments looking at the phone. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't know what time to expect my master so I started darting around to get ready. I quickly unpacked my case, pushing things into drawers and the wardrobe. Putting my toiletries in the bathroom I started the shower running. I threw off my travel stained blouse and trousers and stepped under the cooling shower to wash away the grime of my 8 hour journey. As I ran my hands over my body I smiled knowing my master was soon to run his hands over my skin for the very first time. My nipples hardened at the thought. I washed myself thoroughly; I didn't wish to repel my master at our first meeting. Why on earth does one feel so completely filthy after a journey? Let me explain. Just 8 months ago I answered an ad on the Internet. My master had put a profile on a dating site and I had answered it. I had not known he was looking for a submissive. However, he must have sensed something in the way I responded as he realised I had submissive tendencies. Over the weeks when we had first started chatting on MSN he guided me carefully and skilfully towards accepting his dominance over me. Our conversations became long and intense, with his probing questions asking about my previous life and my thoughts on the Dom/sub lifestyle. I gradually accepted that my master was a benevolent one and he wished me well and that I could trust him. We spoke endlessly about our hopes and fears and what we would like from our meetings. Obviously, at first I thought our chats were all pie in the sky dreaming, but as our conversations lengthened and deepened I began to think why not, what did I have to lose? There was nothing to stop me flying over to the Caribbean in one of the holidays. I'd have my own ticket and hotel room so what did I have to fear? So taking a big deep breath I'd booked a flight out for the summer holidays, 2 weeks. A big risk if it didn't work out I'd be on my own in a foreign country for 2 weeks, but what the heck, I was sure I'd have fun whatever. As the time got closer and closer I began to worry if I'd done the right thing but in the words of the saying I'd rather regret something I've done than something I've not done. So with a whole room full of butterflies doing somersaults in my tummy I drove myself to the airport and got on the plane. That had been this morning, and now here I was, sitting on the side of the bath drying my body and awaiting my master. I shook myself from my reverie and creamed my body as he had instructed. My hair was dried quickly into its normal short neat style and I stood in front of the mirror to survey what would greet my master when he arrived. My eyes shone brightly with expectation, my nipples puckered both with the post shower chill of the air-conditioned room and my expectations of the meeting. My rounded belly glowed whitely in the shadows of the room. My firm calves and legs parted to show the neat line of hair along my pussy lips dewy with my arousal. I turned and looked over my shoulder, my neat butt and strong legs I hoped would arouse my master and make him desire me as much as I desired him. For minute after minute, hour after hour I tried to keep myself calm and collected ready for his arrival but every second seemed like an hour and every minute a month as I waited for him. I had instructed the reception to give my master the 2nd key to my room upon his arrival so I would not know when he arrived. I had promised that I'd be awaiting him blindfolded, sitting in a chair facing the door with my legs apart and my hands on the arms of the chair. Thus, not knowing what time he would arrive I waited. Two o'clock came and went and the hands of the clock swung around to quarter to three when I heard the key in the lock. I quickly placed my hands on the arms of the chair. I listened keenly to see what I could hear. Tipping my head to one side I concentrated deeply. Hearing his breath I had to bite my tongue. I knew my place as his pet meant I should not talk unless spoken to. I sensed his walking around me several times, stopping and looking, not touching. My breathing became more ragged and staccato as I felt the wetness building in my pussy. After 2 hours awaiting my master the moment was finally here and my yearning was agonizing. Still I fought my longing and kept my hands on the arms of the chair and my legs apart, my head upright and facing forward, awaiting instructions. "Well well my pet, here you are at last. Are you scared my pet?" "No master." I replied "Good girl, take my hand." I held up my hand for him to take and he guided me out of my chair and stood me a few steps away. "Stand there my pet and let me inspect you." His hand dropped my hand to my side and I felt him run his hand up my arm and to my shoulders, across my back. He turned me towards him by touching my shoulders. A shock ran through me as he held me by the shoulders. I couldn't see his face, what was he thinking? Was he pleased? I chewed my lip in concern. For all I knew he could turn around and walk out if I did not please him. "Clasp your hands behind your head my pet." I raised my hands, feeling my breasts rise and tighten on my chest. My nipples stiff as bullets in the chill of the hotel room, I gasped as I felt the palm of his hand graze over my right nipple. My desires now clear for all to see in the wetness of my snatch and the stiffness of my nipples. I heard my master's chuckle as he grazed his palm over the other nipple. "Does that feel good my pet?" "Yes sir, it does." "Would you like me to continue my pet?" "Please sir, if you would be so good sir." I gasped as he pincered both nipples between his fingers and thumb, twisting them, watching them tighten even more; He chuckled as I stood there, hands behind my head, my face contorted with desire and longing and the sweet pleasure pain that my master was bestowing upon me, his pet. For long moments he continues to manipulate my lengthening nipples, teasing them out from my breasts. Encouraging them with his nails and little tweaks to grow and blossom in his hands. Finally, I felt his teeth nipping at my left nipple, I jumped back, or at least tried to as his hands steadied me, holding me in his space as he chewed on my breast, his hand tweaking the other firmly. My hands had dropped from behind my head and suddenly I felt his hand move as he slapped me across my bottom. "Did I say move your hands? No! Get them back." I meekly moved my hands back behind my head and turned my head searchingly as I felt him move around me. "Your bottom goes a very nice shade of pink when spanked my pet." "Thank you sir." I could hear some shuffling but couldn't work out what was happening. Finally I felt my master push me forward from the back. He was bending me over the chair in which I'd waited for his arrival. "I can see a wet patch on that chair pet, was it you that made the chair wet?" "It must have been sir, I was very excited waiting for you." "I will have you clean it later pet but for now just lean across the chair like a good pet." I leant forward, my hands once again on the arms of the chair. I felt him moving behind me; suddenly I felt the swish of his hand as his palm came down forcefully upon my bottom. I cried out in surprise. The spanking was not painful as such, but was smarting. "Shhh my pet, pets don't make noise when their master's chastise them. They accept it gratefully and thank them afterwards." I bit my lip and screwed up my eyes as my master spanked me, moving from cheek to cheek and down to my thighs I counted 12 slaps. "Oh very nice pet, a lovely shade of pink, next time I tell you to do something you do it until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "Good girl. Stand up." I stood up and felt my master move around me. "Come my pet." He took my hand and drew me towards him, guiding me to sitting on his lap. I sat down carefully, as I said, I'm not a little woman and I didn't want to hurt my master by sitting down heavily. His hands circled me, finally his left hand grabbed my short hair and pulled my head down towards him and he started kissing me, strongly, firmly, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. His passion became apparent, both through the ardency of his kiss and the stiffness of his manhood that I could feel through the material of his pants. He guided my hands around him so that I could cling to him as he kissed me fervently and his hand roamed over my body, pinching and touching and clasping at the softness of my body. Finally, in one giddy moment his hand slipped between my thighs. My thighs opened automatically to allow him free entry. I was his. He was my master and had full rights to do as he wished. I groaned deeply into his mouth as we spiraled downwards towards the passion that awaited us. Suddenly, he pulled away, pushing me upwards to stand beside the chair. "Did you prepare the toys as I asked?" "Yes sir I did, they are on the table beside the bed." "Good." I heard him striding over to the table. Listening intently, my blindfold still intact, I heard him riffling though the line of implements I'd laid out in the order he'd given me. I heard him once more approach me. His hands hold my head as he places a gag around me mouth, silencing me. He places a small ball in my right hand. "If you want me to stop at any time pet, just drop the ball and I will stop. Do you understand? Nod if you do." I nod several times. "Good. Now follow me..." I followed him hesitantly as he led me across the room towards the bed and places me carefully in the middle. "Lay back my love, I'm going to ready you for me. Don't worry, you trust me don't you?" Once more I nod. Carefully he places one set of handcuffs on my left hand and cuffs me to the headboard. He repeats the action with the other hand. I then feel the roughness of rope around my ankles and he ties both my ankles to the foot of the bed, effectively I am fully open to him and cannot shut my legs to protect my sensitive peach now glistening in the failing afternoon light of that hotel room. I feel the bed move as he gets up and moves away. I breathe shallowly as I await his next move. I can hear him removing his clothes and my excitement cranks up yet another notch. I'd never have believed I could be this turned on, this excited in all my life. I felt that if he touched me just once I'd cum. I lay there quivering like a tightly strung bow awaiting his touch. Suddenly I heard the movement of the chair and I sensed that he'd moved the chair beside the bed and sat down. I struggled against my bonds; I wanted to feel his hands upon me, touching me, making me orgasm and cry out. My master however had other ideas. For what seemed like hours he sat beside me and spoke to me about his life, his hopes his dreams. In reality it was probably only about 10 minutes until he touched me again. "I am so pleased I found you my pet, you please me greatly." His fingers traced a path from my neck, down across the valley between my breasts, down my stomach to my mount, slowing there and dancing tantalisingly upon the mount before dipping quickly into my pool of wetness. I arched up to greet him, panting deeply into the gag. He chuckled. "Are you hot my pet? Do you want me?" I nodded enthusiastically. He chuckled deeply again "Patience pet, patience." Once again he continued his monologue, occasionally swishing his fingers over my body, each time it felt as if lightening had struck. Shocking me out of my reverie. My body was reacting instantly to his touch, bowing up towards him as if possessed. His contact became more and more frequent, A touch here, a caress there, a light slap of my nipples, all driving me completely insane with desire. I moaned constantly into the gag. Realisation dawning as to why he had gagged me, he was going to drive me insane with desire. By the time he got to the end of his university career I was crazy with longing. He continued to talk but I sensed him moving around me. I felt him once more getting onto the bed, between my wide spread legs and I at long last felt him fingers spread the slit between my legs. "My, my my pet, you are turned on. Am I tantalising you?" He chuckled deeply as I felt his finger slide inside my wet recess. "Are you enjoying that my dear or would you like me to continue to tell you about my life?" Gagged as I was I couldn't tell him that I was desperate for him to keep playing with my pussy. "Well I'll tell you what I'll do... I'll clip your pussy open so I can keep an eye on it and keep talking." I groaned inwardly. The bed moved as he reached over to the table where I knew were several clips of different sizes. I felt him peeling my outer lips back and the sudden pressure of the clip on my labia holding back the outer lip and revealing the wetness of my inner sanctum. He peeled back the other lip and I steeled myself for the pressure of the clip, my head rolling from side to side. I can feel the air on the inner lips, drying the wetness of my arousal. It would take a lot more than fresh air to dry my streaming wet pussy juices today. Yet again he started talking, by now I had no idea what he was talking about, my excitement was too strong for me to think of anything else but his touch on my red-hot body. Each time he touched me my body sang out for him. Desperate for each and every nip and touch. Eventually I felt him touch the tip of his finger to my clit. I stop breathing in expectation. His fingernail scraping over the top of the sensitive bud, my orgasm starts to build. Powering through me like waves waiting to crash over the rocks. "Oh no. no my pet, you can't cum yet, I've not given you permission." I whimper inwardly again. How much more of this can I take? He waited again, for the growing orgasm to fall back., watching me relax back into the bed. I can't see still, but somehow I know he's watching me. I yelp suddenly. A small steel clip has been placed over my clit sending shots of pleasure/pain throughout my body. I struggle violently against my bonds. I want to close my legs and enjoy the orgasm that is struggling to be released from my tensed body. "Ok my pet, ok, time for your release." I hear the buzzing at exactly the same moment I feel the huge black vibe that I brought with me enter my sopping wet slit. My back arches as I feel it slide inside me. "Cum for me my pet." The rush of blood as the clip is removed from my clit powers the orgasm as his mouth closes over the hypersensitive bud. I must have passed out as when I come to I have been released and am held tightly in his arms. "Now my pet, it is time for you and I to get acquainted..." To be continued... Caribbean Encounter Beth nudged me and pointed to the stairs. We walked up the spiral stairs and entered the theme park. There were more people in this area and they were far more active. Everyone was still dressed but several couples were swaying to the music and kissing. We wandered around and found Eileen in the bondage room. She was talking to a tall man with a leather suit and a crop. She introduced us to Master Paul. Beth giggled as he gave her a hug. She had just enough to drink to enjoy herself. "This is just like a big Halloween party," she whispered in my ear. I nodded in agreement but added, "that will certainly change in a while." "Are you enjoying yourselves," Eileen asked? "We certainly are," Beth said with a laugh! "Have you found anything that has caught your fancy yet," Eileen asked raising her eyebrows suggestively? "I have seen a lot that's tickled my fancy," Beth giggled. Eileen just smiled and listened. "My husband wants to bed me behind a one-way mirror with who knows who watching. I think he wants to chain me to the wall in the jail too. Lord only knows what he'll do then. I think Master Paul is cute." Eileen looked down her nose and warned us to avoid Master Paul for a while. She then smiled broadly and said, just kidding. "He's mine you know." Eileen told us about a slave auction that was to start in a few minutes. We listened in amazement. She explained that a member will volunteer to be a slave to be auctioned for the evening. The proceeds were to go for some worthy cause. "What does she have to do all evening," Beth asked? "Well, whatever the person who purchased her desires," Eileen said with a grin. We watched the auction with a crowd of onlookers. A beautiful lady of about 40 was led to the podium and placed in manacles so that her wrists were just over her head. She was dressed in a loose white dress. "This is Cindy," the auctioneer announced. "What am I bid for her?" "What can she do," someone yelled from the back? The auctioneer asked her owner to approach the podium. "Can you speak to her attributes sir?" "She is a handsome girl...a handful for me. She cleans and cooks. She is lovely and is always willing to please her owner. She will take you in her mouth, vagina or anus. She is especially talented at the oral pleasures. She often appears to climax during sex, but you can never tell with slaves." The auctioneer thanked him and once again asked for bids. "Let's see what we are biding on," another man yelled. The lady looked truly frightened and scanned the crowd hopefully. "Very well," said the auctioneer. He removed the dress by loosening the belt and slipping the gown to her feet. The lady was nude and tried to hide herself, but it was impossible. The bidding started and quickly went to $1500. Bidding seemed to stall. Another voice called out asking to see her ass and pussy. The auctioneer forced the embarrassed lady to expose herself. "That's a lot of money," another man yelled. "Can we see her perform?" The auctioneer looked at the owner and he nodded approval. The auctioneer asked his assistant to approach the podium. He unchained the trembling lady and handed the chains to his assistant. He lowered his trousers and presented his cock to the slave and ordered her to please him. She knelt in front of him and gently reached for his penis. She swallowed him and began to rapidly stroke and suck him until he was moaning. She raised her head and kept stroking him. "Am I pleasing you sir," she asked? "Keep sucking slave," he demanded. She went back to work, her hands and head a blur of activity. Finally he pulled away. She looked up for guidance, but it was not offered. He nodded to his assistant and her hands were replaced in the manacles. "I can assure you," he bellowed, "that she is excellent in oral servitude and that you will not be disappointed." The bidding continued until it reached $2800. She was soon sold and led off the podium by her smiling owner. As they left, I saw her buyer slap her owner/husband on the back and thank him. Beth leaned to my ear and said, "I wonder if they ever sell male slaves around here?" "That will come later," Eileen replied. Beth was embarrassed that Eileen overheard her. "What are you in the mood for Beth," I asked. She pulled my arm and we headed toward the other side of the building. Soon we arrived at the jail. Beth hugged me and cooed that she had been a naughty girl. Maybe she needed to see what happened to bad girls in the jail. The club was definitely becoming more heated now. Couples were running around in towels. Here and there you could see fellatio and cunnilingus being performed. A woman was chained to the cobweb wall in the jail. Her partner was kneading her breasts. He was joined by another couple. The woman dropped to her knees and worked her way up to the chained woman's clitoris. You could see her jerk suddenly when she hit the spot. The man climbed the chain wall and presented his cock for the woman to take and she engulfed its entire length. We watched in silence as the woman was overcome with two orgasms before the girl stopped going down on her. She and the chained woman's spouse kissed passionately while the woman was bobbing up and down on the man's cock. She was unable to use her hands, but it appeared as though she was doing fine without them. The man braced and moaned loudly as he came into her mouth. I was sure he would fall from the cobweb of chains, but he managed to hang on and finally removed his dick from the woman's mouth. Her partner began to slowly knead her breasts again. Another man presented himself and was welcomed to enjoy the chained woman. Beth rubbed against me. "We have to go," she said. ''Where," I asked concerned that she was upset! I had never seen anything like this and I didn't want to leave. She looked at me with lust filled eyes. "I have to have you Steve. I've got to have you or I'm going to die." "What do you have in mind," I asked? "We have to find a place to play," she whispered. "I'll be right back." She excused herself and left for the toilet. I was left with an intense erection, thanks to the scenes I had just witnessed, my sex crazed wife and the little blue pill given to me by Matt. It then dawned on me that Matt had disappeared shortly after our arrival and I had not seen him since. I continued to watch the newcomer to the cobweb as he positioned himself between the woman and her chains. He roughly licked and sucked her tits and fondled her introitus. He finally dipped down and placed his penis at the opening of her vagina and entered her. He fucked her with abandon. She began to cooperate and had just enough chain to hold him as he continued to ravage her frontally. He quickly began to grunt and yell that he was cumming. She responded with intensity and soon she was moaning and climaxing with him. Her husband was watching and gently held her ass as she fucked the stranger until they both were spent. I was shocked out of my awe by Beth's hand on my shoulder. She was smiling and asked, "did you enjoy the show?" "Oh my god Beth, did you see that." She nodded with wide eyes. "Want to get a little for yourself big guy," she cooed? With that she stepped back and showed me her new attire. She had exchanged her dress for a towel in the women dressing room. She opened the front to give me a quick look at her gorgeous body. "Well," she said, "do you want some of this or do you want me to strap myself to the chains?" "Later," I said. "Let's start a little more slowly. Do you want to try and get a private room on the main floor?" " Nah," she said. "We're up here, let's live a little." She pulled me by the belt and said that she had found a quiet little nook near the jungle room. She pulled me to a couch near the wall in the jungle room. It was easy to find but wasn't in the open. The room was rather dark, like the bottom of the triple canopy I guessed. She quickly laid down on the couch placing the towel down first. "I want you to make me come like the lady on the chains," she demanded. "I want you to go down on me until I beg you to stop." I looked around and saw no one nearby, although voices were everywhere. I left my clothes on and proceeded to kiss and suckle her breasts. I slowly edged toward her mons. Upon my arrival, I dove into her opening. I then pulled back to her clitoris and began to rapidly flick it with my tongue. I entered her with two and then three fingers and stroked her firmly as I continued to suck and stimulate her clitoris. She was excited. Her excitement was betrayed by the slickness of her opening. She was soon writhing and moaning with her first orgasm. How could a woman change so quickly? I had decided that she was this way all along and that we had just unwrapped her on this trip. I continued to nurse her clitoris and probe her deeply. She never let's me continue this normally, saying it's too sensitive, but I was hearing no protestation now. Just as she was starting to respond again, I felt her startle. I looked up and realized that we had been joined by a tall black gentleman. His face and chest were painted in white patterns and he had a something through his nose. He was barefoot and carried a long slender spear. He had a long slender conical device over his penis and it was attached by a string around his waist. It reached to his chest and looked very awkward. He did not speak but stared at us and stroked the base of his penis. He grunted and slowly hopped to her side near her head. Beth turned to look at him and then back to me. Her eyes were wide and questioning. He did not approach her, but watched us and fondled himself. Beth glanced back at me and laughed. I decided that he was an employee of the club and relaxed a little. I went back to her opening and continued where I had left off. She watched him and his penis. She closed her eyes and began to move slowly. I could tell she was again able to relax and concentrate on her pleasure. As she began to move her pelvis into my mouth and moan, our native friend began to grunt and step closer to her. She opened her eyes slightly and watched. I could see that the young man was getting excited. His now erect penis was now visible below the cone. He moved again and was now within reach of Beth. We made eye contact and I motioned toward our friend. She looked at me with a strange look. "I think he wants some help," I whispered. "Are you sure," she asked with wide eyes? He again grunted and jumped next to the couch. He began to furiously jack off and then he stopped. He grunted and stared at Beth. "See what I mean," I whispered again? She looked directly into my eyes as she reached for and found his erect penis. She examined it carefully and removed the cone, letting it drop below his scrotum. I dropped back down to her pussy and began to suck, lick and probe more vigorously. I could watch over her mons as she continued to slowly stroke him. She began to meet my strokes with her pelvis. Our friend began to grunt and pump. Beth moaned and began to jack him off as fast as her arm could fly. The black man crouched over her as her hand was a blur on his cock. Beth was moaning and writhing again. She began to cum. She was climaxing very hard and it lasted a long while. She was unable to continue the pace with our friend and he sensed a lost opportunity. He began to fuck her hand and eventually had his hands on hers as he pumped her hand. As Beth recovered from her fog, she could see what was happening to her hand. She looked at me for direction. "I think Jungle boy needs to get off dear," I said with a grin. "Can I," my wife asked? "I would love to see that Beth," I sighed Beth stopped him and sat on the edge of the couch. She never let go of his engorged penis. She gave me a look and I got off the couch and stood to the side of our lucky friend. "I want to give him a blowjob," she said with a wicked look. "Please do," I pleaded. She stroked him firmly and slowly toward the glans, causing him to raise to his toes. She hesitated for a short time while she glanced at me. She turned back to our new friend, lowered her head and swallowed his entire penis in a single pass. She hesitated at the bottom, brought it out and then using her hand and mouth as only she can do, Beth gave him a blowjob that he will never forget. He was soon trying to pump her face, but she maintained control. She slowed the pace a little and glanced at me. I encouraged her by holding her shoulder and moaning how sexy she looked. Our young friend couldn't last much longer. He began moaning and leaning back. Amazingly he learned some English as he announced that he was about to cum. "Oh gawd! Oh gawd! Oh fuck," he yelled! He erupted into her mouth. His cock became a spitting black snack that was a challenge for my wife to manage. He began bucking wildly. She tried her best to stay with him, but the snake sprang free once or twice and spit onto her face and even into her eye. When he finished, he grunted, turned and disappeared. Apparently he had forgotten his new language. I looked at Beth and we smiled at each other. She was a mess. She had his semen all over her face, in her hair and one eye, dangling from the corners of her mouth before dropping to her beasts and then onto her legs. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. I had an erection like I had never felt before. It had been a most erotic sight. Beth looked at me and asked if I needed some relief. I laughed and told her that I was in desperate need of relief, but that I thought she needed to visit the ladies room again. I used her towel to wipe most of his cum from her face and breasts and then covered her. As we turned to walk to the ladies room, it became obvious that we had attracted a small group of onlookers. They smiled as we passed. Beth became more flushed as we walked but managed to smile. We found the ladies room and Beth went inside. A short while later Matt tapped me on the shoulder and asked how we were doing. "Very well I think," I replied. "That's pretty much what I had heard too," Matt grinned. "I'm sorry I missed the show," he added. "I think there will be more to come Matt," I reassured him. Beth emerged from the dressing room all smiles and greeted Matt. I asked what she was up for now, and she flashed me a sexy smile and reminded me that it was my turn. I held her by the shoulder and reminded her that I was enjoying this as much as she. Matt asked us to follow him and led us to a small alcove off the jail area. "This is the toy room guys. Just about anything you could want or imagine is in here." There was a fenced-in office area in which a young black girl was sitting. It looked like the tool crib of a factory I had once worked at while in college. She will be glad to check out anything you want to try. Behind her was a wall full of vibrators, dildos, whips, cuffs and collars. It looked like a well-stocked adult store. Matt pointed around the room. There were several sitting areas and mats on the floor. There were also several areas with small rounded machines in the center of the mats. I had seen these somewhere before, but could not place where. Matt pointed and said, "those are the Sybians." I had seen these on the internet. They were very expensive devices for female masturbation. The reviews were that they were noisy, but provide intense stimulation and gut-wrenching orgasms. Matt explained that you could check out the attachments and help yourself to the machines. Beth looked a little apprehensive. "But it's Steve's turn for a little fun," she said as she grabbed my ass. "Trust me Beth," Matt assured her, "he will enjoy himself as much as you do." He led us to the girl in the office. She displayed the various attachments. Large, small, medium and dual stimulators as well as a pad with only a small nub that was obviously for clitoral stimulation. Beth looked each one over carefully. The largest appeared way too big for her. She chose the larger of the medium sizes. Each was wrapped in plastic. The attendant explained that they were carefully sanitized after each use. We followed Matt to the most secluded area and sat next to a machine. We looked around and realized that this was a very public area and several people smiled as they walked past. Matt removed the cover and connected the attachment to the Sybian. He picked up a remote and demonstrated the functions. Beth's eyes grew wide and she watched the phallus vibrate, twist and turn. She smiled and once again and said," but it's Steve's turn and I don't see how this will work for him." Matt smiled and explained that while it was she that would get off on the Sybian, I would derive the pleasure of her company in the process. He said that any man will confirm that a woman in the throes of orgasm gives the best blow job and does things for a man that she ordinarily wouldn't think of doing. Matt gestured for her towel and she relented. "Why don't you help her on the Sybian Steve," Matt said gesturing assistance. I was concerned that she would need lubricant as the phallus was quite large. It was smoother than a normal penis and was about 6 inches long and 2 1/2 inches in diameter. Once again I was pleasantly surprised as Beth was saturated. As she straddled the device and slowly lowered herself, she supported herself on my shoulders and I guided the phallus toward her vagina. Once it had entered her, she slowed and rocked slightly. She gently rose a little and then descended once again, each time taking a little more of the phallus into her. She looked at Matt and me as she worked the device slowly into her. Matt had taken his place on the couch and was watching intently. Finally she was able to take the entire phallus within her and rested on the machine. There was a small protrusion at the base of the attachment that contacted her clitoris. Beth breathed a sigh of relief as she looked around and rocked on the Sybian slightly. Matt handed me the remote control and instructed me in its use. I started at the slowest speed with the vibrator feature. Beth cooed and rocked forward as she felt the sensation on her clitoris. I slowly turned up the intensity until she waved her hand at me. As she began to enjoy herself, I added the phallic motion function. This causes the phallus to turn and thrust slightly. Beth's eyes opened wide and she looked at me in astonishment. I took this as encouragement and increased the motion intensity. She began rocking and moaning slightly. Matt suggested that I offer her something else to play with. I moved to the front and looked at my wife as she was getting laid by a machine. I caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples. She held on to my shoulders as she rocked with the machine. I stood in front of her and her arms fell to my hips. I undid my belt and dropped my slacks. Beth pulled my briefs down and grabbed my fully erect penis. She held me firmly by the penis as she rocked back an forth, not so much stroking me as she was supported herself as she rocked on the machine. Beth began to moan louder. I knew she was close to climaxing when she leaned forward and engulfed my penis. She began sucking me with abandon. She was pumping me with her right hand and massaging my scrotum and perineum with the left. The sensation was intense, but the sight and sound of her as she neared orgasm was overwhelming. This continued for no longer than 2 or 3 minutes. Beth began to moan and scream around my cock in her mouth. She was beginning to climax. The tempo of her rocking increased until she was almost uncontrolled. She was sucking and pulling me so hard that it almost became painful. She was using my penis to pull and rock herself on the machine. She exploded in orgasm and began screaming with my cock in her mouth. She was jacking me very hard and fast. I was close to losing control. As she neared the end of her orgasm, she looked up at me and then my penis with determination. I knew she was disappointed that I didn't cum with her, but now she was going to take care of that. Caribbean Encounter She began sucking and jacking with both hands until I was close to erupting. Just as the first waves of my orgasm hit, she added something I never expected. Beth took her left hand and stroked her wetness. She then massaged my perineum and as I fully entered my climax, she inserted her finger deep into my rectum. I could barely stand as she sucked, fucked and jacked me off. She continued to scream and moan around my cock. As I finished, I was surprised by two things. Beth began to climax again. It was even more intense than the first. The second was that I had just climaxed, but I was still hard as a rock. As she came I grabbed her head and held on until she finished. After Beth recovered she slowly lifted herself off the device. Her legs were wobbly and Matt and I helped her to the couch. We had a drink and talked for a while. Beth shook her head and said that she had never felt anything like that in her life. After we recovered, we began to consider what we should do next. Matt suggested another round on the Sybian. Beth was reluctant but he reassured her that it would be wonderful for both of us. He left to visit the toy room and returned with a couple of items. The attachment for the Sybian was unwrapped and handed to Beth. It was smaller than the one she chose. It was about 5 inches long and about 1 inch in diameter. It also had the protrusion that was design for clitoral stimulation. She looked at Matt as though she didn't understand, but he assured her that it would on become very clear. "Are you ready for another round," he asked? After he replaced the attachment, he and I guided Beth to the machine. She again straddled the device and slowly lowered herself onto the smaller phallus. It entered her without difficulty. He handed me a tube of lubricant and had Beth lean forward while he supported her. I understood now, but hesitated because Beth and I only rarely had anal sex. The last time had been years ago. He assured me that it would be a new and extremely pleasurable experience. Beth looked over her shoulder and encouraged me. "Come on studly. I can take it," she said with a sultry hiss. I squirted the lube onto my erect penis and a liberal amount near her anus. I inserted a finger and felt the initial resistance ease quickly. "Are you sure," I asked? "Go for it," Beth giggled. She leaned forward exposing her anus and vagina. The phallus was clearly visible from behind. Matt supported her from the front by holding her under her arms. I placed my penis at the anal opening and applied gradual pressure. I felt my wife tense a little and then relax. The head of my penis slipped past the resistance of the anal opening and slid deeply into her rectum. Beth took a deep breath and leaned back a little. I felt the pressure at the base of my cock. We made short strokes together learning again as we went so that I would not slip out. After a short while we were both comfortable and in sync.. Matt picked up the remote. "I hope you are both ready for one hell of a good time," he said as he grinned. With that he turned on the vibrator and motion control. He quickly increased the intensity. I could not believe the sensation as I felt the vibration all along the length of my penis through Beth's vagina. I felt the thrusting and turning of the phallus as well. Beth moaned and leaned forward into Matt's arms and I was stunned to feel the increased pressure as she pressed the phallus firmly against my penis as she leaned forward. As Beth rocked, the sensation became overwhelming. Almost imperceptibly I felt my cock sliding in and out of her ass. I couldn't believe how good this felt or how hard I became so quickly. I was certain I had found two new friends in viagra and the Sybian. I was also delighted in the effect this was having on my wife. She was moaning and rocking rhythmically. I felt her climax soon after the machine was turned on, but now she seemed to be in a state of constant orgasm. She had her head buried in Matt's chest as he struggled to support her. She kept turning her head and sucking on his arms. Matt grinned at me and said that it appeared that for Beth to fully enjoy herself, she had to be sucking on something. I nodded but I was overly concerned with my own pleasure. I was sure that Matt would offer my wife himself as a pacifier, but true to his word he resisted. He leaned over my oblivious wife and said he had spotted an old acquaintance and offered to invite him to join us. Beth was licking his chest and arms as she rocked and moaned. I nodded my agreement. Soon an older man appeared from nowhere. He was short, dark and a little chubby. He looked at me. He looked again at Matt who nodded approvingly. He then looked at my wife who was completely unaware of anything except what was happening to her vulva. He dropped his slacks and moved to my wife's left side. He placed an arm under her left arm and with his other he stroked his penis and leaned into Beth's face. She turned slightly and sucked in his flaccid dick. She never looked up and never saw his face. She began to suck him intently and brought her hand up to help. His cock was very small and enlarged only slightly as she nursed him to an erection. He released his cock and fondled her breast for a while before grabbing her behind the head as he approached his release. I looked at Matt and he was supporting my wife's right side and grinning ear to ear at the sight before him. Beth was continuing to moan and mumble as she sucked him sloppily. The man announced that he was about to cum. He began to pump her mouth furiously as he grunted through his orgasm. Beth did not hear any of this and continued to service him with her hand and mouth. The little man backed away and to my astonishment, another man stepped into his place. He was a tall, bearded Caucasian wearing only a towel that he dropped as he stepped into position supporting her left side. He looked to Matt for approval and I saw Matt look at Beth and then nod. I watched as the man leaned into my wife and guided his penis to her cheek and she turned slightly and eagerly took him into her mouth. She never looked at him or anyone else. I glanced to both sides and realized that we were now the center of attention for a group of 10 or 15 people. As I turned back to watch my wife sucking the stranger, I saw a middle aged couple replace Matt at her right shoulder. The woman supported her right shoulder while the man removed his penis and began jacking off. The sight and sounds coupled with the vibration that intensified every time that my wife pushed back onto my cock began to take its toll. I felt myself start to climax. It was more extreme than the last and I lost control. I could hear myself yelling and I was barely able to hold onto my wife's pumping hips. The climax continued for a long time. I could not feel a start or a finish, but a continuous wave of pleasure. When I regained my senses, I was still in her ass and she was still pumping into me at a furious pace. She was now sucking the man from the couple while the woman supported her. The woman was pulling and kneading Beth's breasts and giving her nasty words of encouragement. As I watched the surreal scene, the man began to buck and scream that he was cumming. As he emptied into my wife's mouth I felt her start to gag. It started slowly and I thought she had recovered, but apparently she took another load down the trachea and she began to wretch in earnest. I should have been concerned about aspiration, but the wretching caused her to push down violently and drive the vibrating phallus hard onto my penis. I came instantly and so hard that I could barely remain in her ass. As I fell to the right, Beth followed me to the floor. The couple helped guide her as he noisily finished his orgasm in her mouth and she continued to suck his penis for all she was worth. Once we were on the floor they quickly stood and left. The man patted her on he head as he departed. After a while Matt helped us to the couch. I held Beth for a long time before I felt as though she had become coherent. I asked if she was OK and she nodded, but said she wanted us to spend some time alone. Matt smiled, kissed her on the forehead and left. We sat side by side on the couch for a long time. I caressed her shoulder and ran my fingers through her hair. Finally Beth spoke. "What have we done," she asked? "What do you mean," I responded fearful that she was upset? "Steve, we have changed so fast and we have done so many things in the past few days. Things I would have never thought I could do." She drifted off as she spoke. "Oh My God Beth," I said as I looked into her eyes. "I am so sorry if you are upset about what has just happened. It was my fantasy and I am so sorry if I have hurt you." Beth smiled and looked at me lovingly. "You haven't hurt me dear. I feel a little ashamed is all." I started to speak, but my wife stopped me. "Please let me finish. I have always valued our love and thought that fidelity was important. I have always thought that our friends that ran around on their spouses were weak and selfish. That has all changed so quickly. I think I have changed too fast Steve. When we arrived, I was your faithful and loyal wife. Now I have become something else. I know that you have encouraged, but still, I can't believe the things that I have done. I was doing fine after last night. I was concerned about your reaction, but you were there to entice me to do the things that I did." "What just happened is different though. Steve I lost control. I am so scared. I can't remember what I was doing. I can't remember who had me Steve. I was completely overwhelmed and lost." She began to shake her head and become tearful. "I have never felt like that in my life Steve. I was completely overtaken by lust. I couldn't stop. I could not stop Steve. That scares me. It felt so good with you and the machine in me that I couldn't tell when one climax ended and the next one started. I was completely unaware of what was happening around me." She continued as I held her and listened intently. "I felt Matt holding me. When I felt a penis bump me, I thought it was Matt. I was happy that he was finally letting me have him. I never even looked up. I felt him pull away and then I looked at the other person that supported me and it was Matt. I realized that I had put a stranger in my mouth and swallowed his come. Then I felt another one push into my face and I accepted that one too. I didn't care who it was Steve. All I cared about was getting myself off. It was a blur after that, but I know that there were more. I lost tract of Matt. I wasn't even sure if it was you behind me and I was giving head to people that I didn't know. What scares me though is that I didn't care. I was cumming hard and I couldn't stop. It was only after I fell and you caught me that it hit me. I know that you loved this Steve, but I am scared. What has happened to us? What has happened to what we had? This has been fun but I don't want to live like this the rest of our lives." Beth was visibly upset. She looked away and shook her head. I remained quiet for a long time. I held her tightly and looked into her eyes as I spoke. "I love you Beth. Nothing will change that. I don't want to change the life that we have either. I love my wife and family. I love my life. We have had an exciting week. It has changed the way I feel about you. I love you even more. I know how hard it has been to do the things that you have done. I also know that you have done them for me." I held her as I continued. "Cheating spouses do it for selfish reasons. You have changed for me. It was my fantasy Beth. I never expected it to become reality. I would have never told you about it if it wasn't for the other night. If you want to stop now, I will. I don't want to do this all the time. To be honest, I think the mental images of the last three days will fuel my fire for a long time. I will never forget it. I have loved the last few days, but I don't want to change our way of life. If we never do this again it will more than I ever dreamed possible. Thank you for that Beth." "I understand how you could feel humiliated by losing control. I have never seen you lose control before, not like you did tonight. To me though, it was your final submission. You became lost in your pleasure and lust. I know you felt humiliated and vulnerable Beth, but I became overwhelmed when I saw it happen. I think it was the last part of my fantasy and I knew you weren't just acting for me either." "I lost control too Beth. I began to cum and it didn't end until we fell. I loved watching you lose control. I lost tract of your partners too." "I don't want our lives to change. I don't want to live like this all the time. I have enjoyed it more than you will ever know Beth, and I thank you for that. If we ever do this again depends upon us. Never forget that this is for our pleasure. We can take it or leave it." We sat in silence for a long time. Beth finally rose and took my hand. "I want you Steve. I want to make love with you." I couldn't help but beam. We walked downstairs and I headed for the door. Beth hesitated and looked around. I realized that we had not said goodbye to Matt or Eileen. Beth smiled and pulled me toward the couples room. The one with windows was the only one available. We slipped inside shutting the door behind us.. I shut the sheer curtains and turned off the light. Beth laid me down on the small bed and straddled me. With a quick lean forward, she guided my cock into her. I took the opportunity to suck her left nipple. She began to pump slowly up and down. She was wet and wonderful. I was hard as a rock, but I was certain I could never climax again. I instinctively reached for her clitoris to add stimulation. She rolled her eyes and stopped me. "We are going to have to leave him alone for awhile honey. He's taken quiet a beating tonight," she said with a frown. As I lay back to enjoy the show I noticed shadows outside the windows. "We have a disappointed audience dear," I whispered. Beth glanced at the window and grinned mischievously. She turned the lights on and dimmed them to a gentle glow and then she opened the curtain. "We must not disappoint our audience," she said as she leaned back over me and continued to move to and fro. She leaned forward and kissed me. I noticed a trace of saltiness. As she made love to me I thought about the night. I thought about my lovely wanton wife. I thought about the profile she was presenting to our audience. God I loved this!