7 comments/ 62490 views/ 4 favorites Vacation Getaway By: dustindoe08 This was not how I planned to spend our vacation in the islands, sitting here handcuffed to a chair just inches from my wife in our hotel room as she is being rammed over and over from behind. This guy must be the head of the police department in this town judging by his clothes by the bed. It was just yesterday we were sitting in a jail cell surrounded by huge police officers with one of the guys holding a bag of what I guess were drugs, he kept saying we should make ourselves comfortable, we were going to be here for a while, as all the men kept staring at my handcuffed wife wearing only the bikini she had on when we were arrested outside our hotel door on our way out to the beach for the first time. I could see the scared look in my wife's eyes as she tried to just look down at the ground. I knew this was a setup but had no idea what to do to get out of it, after a while some of the guards came into the cell and picked up my wife and said the chief wanted to ask a few questions. I started to stand up telling them where she goes I go, but I was quickly slammed back down on the bench and I could hear my wife pleading with them not to take her. I could see their hands grab her asscheeks and even almost pull down her bikini top grabbing her breasts so rough as the dragged her down the dim hallway. The cell door slammed shut as I find myself all alone now. It must have been hours that past because I could see out the small window it was pitch black outside. I was lying down on the bench when i heard footsteps coming down the hallway, I looked up and saw my wife hardly able to walk as two officers held her up on each side, her face was so red and her hair looked so sweaty it looked like she had just got out of the shower. The closer they got I could see my wife's eye makeup smeared all the way down her cheeks, her bikini looked so loose on her body that her top almost came undone when one of the officers let go of her to unlock the cell door, her body leaned onto the other officer as I could see the smile on the officers faces, their sweaty foreheads confirmed my worst fears had happened. One of the guys told me we were to be released with an agreement that had been worked out. We were to go to our hotel room and my wife would tell me what to do next as I felt the handcuffs finally unlocked to free my hands. I quickly go over to my wife and make our way down the hallway, the heat coming off of her body was so intense as she was mumbling something I could not make out as I concentrated on getting back to our hotel. I saw all the smiling faces of each officer and guards as we passed through the building. I flagged down the next passing cab once outside and saw the look the driver gave us as we got in. He did not look surprised and I knew my wife was not the first one to experience this. I almost had to carry my wife into our room as the smell of sweat and sex never left my nose. I had noticed when we stepped out of the cab the spot she was sitting in was very wet from cum leaking out of her pussy, I could not believe they did not even use a condom with her, I put down my wife on the bed as I went into the bathroom to grab a towel and draw her a bath. When I got back into the bedroom I turned on the lights and went over to my wife on the bed with the wet towel in my hand, I slowly spread open her legs and could hear her start softly mumbling "no more, no more". I saw her bikini bottoms had been stretched to barely now cover her very red and swollen pussy, the cum leaking out of her still gapping hole shined in the light, I pulled off her bottoms and saw they even fucked her asshole. I could see some of the dried blood still around as I knew I had never penetrated that part of her before, we had tried a few times but she would squirm around and say it hurt way too much and want to stop. It settled into me she was changed forever physically and mentally as I wiped her pussy over and over with the towel. The whole towel seemed to be soaked with cum and there was still more seeping out when I went to go get another towel, I finally just gave up after a while and helped her get into the bathtub. I got our bags packed while she was in the tub and when I went in to check on her I tried to talk to her to ask what had happened. She only softly said we could not leave when I told her we had our bags packed. I asked her why and the only thing I could make out is that she had to be ready by 7 pm. I was so frustrated by everything that had happened in the past 12 hours i walked out of our room to get some air. As soon as I opened the door I saw two huge police officers walking up and down the front door area, I did not recognize them from earlier and could tell by the look on their faces I should go back into the room. I quickly shut the door and locked every lock I could see and went over to the phone by the bed and there was no dial tone. I went to reach into my pocket for my cell phone and felt nothing, I remembered it had confiscated it back at the jail. I looked over at the balcony window and remembered we were 5 levels up. then I felt like the walls were closing in on me as my body collapses onto the bed. I slowly feel myself come to as I see my wife sleeping beside me in the bed, still naked as the sun seems to be setting by the low light coming in the window. Suddenly I heard the key card sound of our door go off and the light turn green. I saw all the locks on the door in the unfastened position as the door flew open, the soft light in the room allowed me to see at least 3 huge black guys quickly make their way into our room. Their police badges flash in the low light as I heard handcuffs bind my hands behind my back. I feel my body thrown into a chair pulled up right next to the bed. The largest of the black men had a different color shirt on and I knew that was probably the chief. My wife was in no shape to put up a struggle as the guys held her face down on the bed. The chief was already slowly undressing and when he pulled down his pants, I could see right to the side of my wife's body his huge cock flopping just inches from her. I know the guys had to see my jaw hit the floor as he was not even all the way hard and had to be over 12 inches already and thicker than a beer can. I next saw him move in right behind my wife as he head lifted up off the bed when he spread her asscheeks and started banging against her. There no foreplay involved as I could see his full body weight crash down onto my wife's body. I could not believe my eyes that my wife was taking such a brutal pounding over and over. I saw her bury her face in the bed sheets as she cried out from what had to be an orgasm taking her over. I could see her face so red and twisted in emotions as her body rocked so far forward with every hit from behind. I saw the other two guys already backed away and starting to undress themselves. Their cocks were not as thick but just as long as they eagerly waited. The slapping sound of skin colliding together had been filling my ears for a while before I saw the chief finally slowing down his pace before backing away. My wife's ass was held high in the air as the one of the guys quickly moved in behind her. I could see the smile on his face grow even bigger as he felt the first touch of her warmth. It did not take him long to be able to get his pace up quickly as my wife started moaning the time their skin started slapping together. I don't know how many hours passed but I could only sit in that chair as each guy took turns just having their way with her body.... Vacation Getaway Cara gazed out the car window watching the scenery of the east coast fly by. Although she lost track of the time her guess is that the crew in her car – her family – had travelled in total silence for about the past hour or so. Not one word. Her two sons – Nick, her 15 year old rebel, and Mickey, her sweet, intelligent 11 year old, were engrossed in their music and video games. They were consumed and totally unaware of life around them. And then, there was her husband Stuart. As he drove the car blankly staring out the window she wondered what, if anything, was he thinking about. He had that same blank look that she had seen so many times. The same look as he watched tv, the same look shaving and the same blank stare on those rare occasions that they had sex. If Cara didn't love sex so much she would tell dear old Stuart to get lost on those rare times he had agreed to her pressure and nagging. Cara was hoping that this week away from their Maine home, basking in the sun on the beach in Carolina would help spark something in Stuart. Maybe he needed to relax. Maybe she needed to relax. Cara worked all the time running her up-and-coming web design and consulting company. She loved her job, the pressure, the excitement, the thrill of signing yet another client. Maybe she was substituting her passion and desire for love with the next closest thing – her business. Finally the silence was broken. After so many hours in the car they were arriving at their vacation resort. The hotel she picked sat on the beach and it had everything. They offered golf, spa, games, food, drink, sauna, pool and all sorts of activities that everyone, including Cara, would love. A week without cooking, cleaning, juggling work, and, best of all, no driving. She smiled just thinking about laying on the beach with a pina colada and either sleeping or reading her latest book of interest. Once they checked into their rooms, yes 2 rooms, as one room was for the boys and one room for Stuart and Cara. Both rooms faced the beach and had breathtaking views. Going up to the rooms each of one of her boys plus Stuart took turns grunting responses as she asked questions and suggested what they should do. Eventually she gave up, went into her room and unpacked her luggage. She was quick about the unpacking but she left out her bathing suit, flip flops and book. She got naked, which didn't even warrant a second glance by Stuart, as he was busy checking out the mini bar and tv channels. Cara was in her bathing suit, book in hand, and almost ran out of the room headed down to the beach. She found a nice spot, placed her towel nicely on the ground, laid down on her back and immediately felt the warmth soak into every part of her body. It felt so good to feel the sun and hear the ocean pounding the shore and seagulls flying and making noise above. She must have fallen asleep because she woke up when some sand seemed to have been sprinkled above her. Cara quickly sat up and noticed that it was an older gentleman nearby, spreading out his towel and he had accidentally kicked up some sand. He realized what he had done and quickly apologized for his clumsiness. Cara noticed that he was about 15 or 20 years older than she, so he was probably about 50. Although he wasn't a stud like some of the other young muscle heads roaming the beach, there was something about him. He seemed confident and commanding, despite his less-than-chiseled physique. He was handsome, but in a different, pleasing kind of way. As her beach neighbor was laying down on his towel he began to notice Cara staring at him from her towel. He apologized again thinking she was annoyed at him for waking her and he smiled and tipped his baseball cap as a sign of his second apology. She smiled back at him and told him it was no big deal. They were on the beach and sand is part of the scene. Cara turned over onto her stomach and started to read her book. But she quickly started to day dream about her older gentleman friend. She could feel his eyes staring at her body up and down and she didn't mind a bit. She gave a little wiggle with her ass just for good measure. She closed her eyes and her mind started to wander and she wondered how this older stranger could find her so attractive while her husband was up in the room playing with his remote control. She was roused from her sleep by a smell that was not part of the beach scene. It was the soft smell of a cigar that jarred memories of good times at home and her dad. She glanced up and there was her beach neighbor lighting up a cigar. He noticed her awake and from a distance asked if it was ok. She said it was fine and began talking to him but the ocean sounds drowned out her words, so she signaled for him to move closer. He understood, picked up his towel and moved directly next to Cara. Closer up he was attractive with his goatee and very personable smile. He introduced himself – Tony – and extended his hand. She shook his hand and, as she did so, felt an energy and excitement as he looked directly into her eyes. She felt like he could read her mind as he smiled his sweet and comforting smile. He asked again if she minded if he smoked and she responded that in fact she loved the smell of a cigar. Tony said he had been looking forward to smoking his Cuban cigar during the whole ride down from New York City. She should have guessed. New York City. With his New "Yawk" accent, confidence and strong personality it was as clear as the sun shining warmly on this beautiful Carolina day. Tony had driven down to Carolina with his family, a wife and young son, and Cara almost laughed when Tony told her that his wife was up in the room probably playing with the remote control or checking out the mini bar. It sounded like she and Tony already had something in common. They began to chat about her business and his job as a banker, then about family and travel and New York city. It was as if they had known each other for years as the comfort level was amazing. It was almost as if they knew each other from a former life, if she actually believed in that kind of stuff. Cara was not only intrigued by his accent and his intelligence, but Tony seemed genuinely interested in her life and business and opinions. As he spoke she focused on this lips, his tongue, his mouth. She couldn't understand why, but he was so kissable and she imagined what it would be like to kiss him. More amazingly was that Tony seemed to soak Cara in with his eyes. Unlike most men in Maine who stared at her ample bust as she talked and paid no attention to whatever she was saying, Tony looked into her eyes all of the time she spoke. He helped her put on some lotion and his touch was magic. His hands were not rough, being the banker, but they were strong and clearly knew what they were doing. Tony rubbed lotion on her back and legs and even her feet. When he touched her feet she felt herself getting excited and wanted to rip off Tony's shorts and fuck him right there on the beach in front of everyone. She chuckled to herself with that thought and just enjoyed Tony's lotion massage. As the sun began to set, Cara knew it was time to head back up and see what her troops were up to. She thanked Tony for such stimulating conversation and hoped she would see him on the beach during her week stay. He glanced up and said most definitely. Tony told Cara that he was the only one of his family who preferred the beach instead of the pool or other activities offered at the resort. She walked away and could feel his eyes on her the whole way up toward the hotel. She loved every minute of it. The next morning, after having had a night out with Stuart and the boys eating at a nice family restaurant and playing in the game room, Cara told Stuart that she was headed to the beach. Stuart told her that the "men" were headed out to fish on a party boat and would not be back until later. He didn't ask if it was ok or if she wanted to come too. Typical Stuart. But the truth was she didn't mind one bit. Maybe she would meet up with Tony, but if she didn't she would enjoy lying on the beach, reading and relaxing. All of that was fine with her. On the beach she did not see Tony. She was somewhat disappointed but she laid out her towel and began to read her new book "How to Get the Client to Say Yes" – a must read. After about an hour Cara decided to take a dip and swim in the water. At first it was cold but as she got used to it she swam out a bit. It was refreshing and cooled her off enough. As she walked back to her towel she noticed Tony headed down the beach. She smiled and waved and he headed right toward her. The best part – he was alone. They exchanged good morning greetings and he explained that his wife was headed out shopping and his son had met up with some boys last night and were at the pool staring at the young 16 year old girls prancing about in their little bikinis. They both laughed but Cara's thought was that the fruit didn't fall far from the tree. Now, she didn't know Tony for even 1 day but some how given his personality and smile that despite his lack of "Brad Pitt" looks, that women would find him very attractive. Once Tony saw Cara's book he wanted to know all about it. They began to chat about her business and marketing strategy. Tony knew exactly what she was talking about and offered some insightful thoughts and experiences that worked for him. They began to talk for hours. Tony talked right through another one of his amazing sun tan lotion massages. As he talked though Cara noticed that his massage was much more attentive than yesterday. His touch lingered on her side as he reached down and touched the side of her breasts. As he spread lotion on her legs she felt excited and as she laid back she instinctively spread her legs a bit as he worked his way up and down her legs even up to her inner thighs. If she didn't know better she would have thought that Tony's brief and accidental brushing between her legs with his fingers was not so accidental. She almost jumped up off the towel when he did that and she hoped he didn't hear the low groan as he touched her. Once they afternoon rolled around they started to order drinks. Cara laughed she order her "Sex on the Beach" which prompted a glance and smile from Tony. He ordered a rum drink - a "Dark and Stormy" which he had fallen in love with during his trip to Bermuda a few years earlier. The warmth of the sun, the drinks they consumed and the obvious attraction and relaxing atmosphere eventually steered the conversation to sex. Tony almost choked when she told him it had been 4 months since she and Stuart had had sex. He couldn't believe that a woman as amazingly attractive would ever be ignored for that period of time. He just shook his head and ordered another drink. Eventually Tony needed a dip in the water to cool off as the sun began to bake them both. Cara agreed and headed into the water with him. Immediately the water and the effects from the alcohol began to ignite a playfulness between them. They splashed and swam and tried to dunk each other like they were 16 year old kids. As she brushed up close to Tony at one point she could feel what she thought was his hard penis. Tony was aroused. So Cara decided to tempt him. She rubbed her ass on him and jumped on his back and made sure he felt her breasts up against his back. In a moment of fun Tony turned and kissed her. It was spontaneous and brief and he didn't linger. But it sent electricity through Cara's body. His lips were soft and the kiss was better than her fantasy. When he saw her look after a bit he apologized and said it was just a natural reaction. Instead of saying anything Cara kissed him back. Their tongues explored each others mouths and immediately their hands felt for each other. Tony squeezed and massaged Cara's ass, which sent her even more into hyper drive. Cara was even more bold and reached down Tony's shorts and grabbed his cock. It was hard and perfect. It was big, but not painfully big. She stroked it and played with it and Tony's look was one that he was in heaven. They looked at each other and started laughing and each said "wow" at the same time. Tony held Cara's hand as the headed back to the beach and collapsed on the towels. Tony said exactly what Cara was thinking. It was like they knew each other for years. It was as if they could read each other's minds. Cara simply stood up and grabbed her towel and started to head back to the hotel. About half way there she glanced and saw Tony begin to gather his towel and follow her. Once in her room she waited. Her breathing was heavy. What the hell was she doing with a total stranger that she had known all of one day? But she couldn't help herself. The lust in her built up and her breathing became heavier and heavier until there was finally a knock on the door. Cara practically jumped out of her skin. She opened the door and there he was. He was so damn fucking confident and sure of himself. He sauntered into the room, shut the door and immediately kissed Cara on the mouth like she had never been kissed. His hands were on her ass and his mouth moved to her neck and ears. He nibbled and licked and kissed and then after what felt like forever he moved his mouth down. As his tongue slid down her neck in the same motion he pulled down the top of her bathing suit. She was absolutely on fire. Tony pushed her up against the wall and started sucking on her nipples. He sucked them so hard it was painful but pleasurable at the same time. She couldn't believe it but just from that she felt her release and had the first intense orgasm. Tony's mouth and tongue slid down from her breasts down her stomach as he continued to take turns licking, kissing and sucking...and also removing her bathing suit. At some point in all of this pleasure her bathing suit was down at her ankles. As Tony's mouth worked its way down she was sure he could feel her heat and wetness. She immediately spread her legs for him up against the wall and as soon as his mouth touched her she came again. WOW. She could not remember the last time she had an orgasm that intense and hard, let alone two of them in the span of 10 minutes. With that she grabbed the back of Tony's head and pushed his face into her. Cara thought that if she remained frozen in time exactly like this, then she figured this is what heaven would be like. She just didn't want him to stop. Tony was sucking and licking her, gently pulling at her clit was his teeth and lips, careful to just give her amazing pleasure and no pain. With that she collapsed on the floor, exhausted but wanting more. Tony stopped and looked up at her. He still had not said a word. He simply picked Cara up, threw her on the bed and took off his shorts. He was perfect. If she had been asked to describe the perfect cock, she would simply draw Tony's cock and that would be it. Just seeing it and the look on his face, she spread her legs for him. He crawled up onto the bed and moved his cock over her to enter her. He immediately started to move in and out of her so that she naturally cried out in pleasure. With her moans Tony quickened his pace and simply was pounding Cara into a place she had never been. This was no love making session. This was plain and simple a pure, almost animalistic fucking. She loved it. Tony kept going and she did not want him to stop. Amazingly, he didn't stop. Cara lost track of the time, immersed in her pleasure. At some point Tony grabbed Cara's hips and in one motion moved her on top of him without any interruption. On top of him she felt him massaging her aching breasts, tweaking her nipples as she maintained her rocking motion. He felt so good, so perfect inside of her. She was absolutely soaking wet. Cara was sweating as if she had run a marathon and didn't care. As she moved faster and faster Cara felt yet another orgasm building. Tony too seemed ready to cum as his face was intense yet blissful. She rocked faster and he moved his hips with hers until they both yelled out and she could feel him filling her up. They both collapsed in utter exhaustion. It was a happy, content exhaustion. Soon after Tony stood up, gathered his suit and towel, kissed Cara gently on the lips and finally he spoke. After this intense session of pleasure giving Tony asked if he would see her on the beach again tomorrow. She looked up, nodded and said most definitely. Tony turned and walked out of the room, lightly closing the door behind him. As Cara wandered off into sleep she thought to herself what a great start to an incredible vacation. She was sure there was more to come. Vacation Getaway The plane just started backing out of the gate. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, relaxing, getting ready for the flight to New York City. "Flight attendants prepare all doors for takeoff and cross check..." came across the loudspeaker as I closed my eyes. It had been a hectic morning, we'd dropped off the kids with family and rushed to the airport for the start a four day weekend getaway. I looked at my husband Chad, as he nervously thumbed through his magazine collection. The trip was his idea, a nice relaxing vacation for two. We had been married for 14 years, our sex life was good and getting better. We have always been comfortable sharing different fantasies and do our fair share of experimenting in the bedroom, albeit with only the two of us (and a few toys). As the plane took off, my thoughts drifted away, being naked on a luxurious hotel bed, letting my head roll back as my husband fucked me into a state of orgasmic bliss. I felt a hint of moisture building between my legs but was shocked back to reality by some bumps as the plane gained altitude. We arrived in the early evening and checked into the hotel, too tired for much of anything but a quick dinner at a nice restaurant down the street. I would have been perfectly content to just relax in the hotel suite and order room service but Chad was insistent. "Come on, this is New York City, they have the best restaurants in the world, let's explore a little." He said. I knew he was right, but damn the room had a separate bedroom with a king sized bed and a large hot tub perfect for a soothing bath. I relented, reluctantly. The dinner was great, but the night was sexually uneventful. By the time we returned, we were exhausted from the long day of traveling and crashed on the king sized bed. At this point, it was fine with me, I was overdue for a good sleep and we both took full advantage. In the morning, I rolled over in bed and reached for Chad's cock. I started a gentle stroke, as his member began to harden in my hand. Much to my surprise, he jumped out of bed. "What are you doing I said," surprised by the unusual rebuke, "don't you want to get things started?" I let my voice trail off in a sultry tone, beckoning him to fuck me. "Yes," he said. "I do, but not right now, I want to save it for later." "What" I thought to myself, "later?" He always complained that I didn't instigate morning sex enough yet he was rejecting my advances. "We've got a lot on the agenda today, and I want to get a good start on the city." He offered unconvincingly. "Good start," I thought "I want a good start, I'm ready to let you stick your hard prick in my mouth and my wet pussy, and you are worried about the agenda?" What was he thinking? "Look, we've got this evening and all weekend, I promise I will make it up to you," he gave me a pouty glance, "please..." he said with doe eyes. "Fine," I responded "but I wanted noted for the record that I tried to have sex this morning and you said no." "Noted," he replied. We returned to the hotel later in the day to relax. It had been fun for sure, but I was still curious about the lack of sex. I jumped in the shower to rinse off and I heard Chad come in the bathroom. "I've left something for you to wear," he said. He then proceeded to gather up my clothes from the day and leave the room. In its place, he left my black thong, matching black bra, stockings and high heels along with my black satin robe. He always liked me in lingerie, and I have to admit, I still look hot even after a couple of kids and moving past the big four zero. My tits were on the smaller size, though I have nice long legs and Chad always commented on how much he appreciates my tight ass. I added a little red lipstick as a bonus, tightened the sash on the robe, slipped on the shoes and left the bathroom ready to be fucked...finally. "Oh...you look good," he commented. He was very good like that, telling me I'm sexy and how I turn him on. I was always grateful for the compliments. Chad was still in his clothes but his hard cock was obvious through the growing bulge in his pants. "You gonna fuck me now?" I said sharply, reminding him of my morning rejection. "I will spank you, you know that." We played around with some light bondage and spanking I knew he had a dominatrix fantasy and the sharp tone would get him excited. "I've got a surprise," he said. A surprise? I thought to myself, It better be your stiff cock. "What surprise?" I replied nervously. He knows I've never been big on surprises. "Don't worry, just go to the bedroom, it will be fun," he said reassuringly. I went to the bedroom and closed the door. "Trust me, it's all part of the fun of being away," he added. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs. I thought about grabbing my vibrator and getting started without him. I probably should have, given that he was making me wait again. After a few minutes, I heard a click on the door and he came back in the hotel room. I was still lying on the bed and I stood up on my feet and put my hands on my hips ready to punish him for making me wait. The door to the bedroom clicked open and before I could say, "you..." The words stopped coming out of my mouth. My husband entered the room followed by three strange men I had never seen before. I heard one of the men mutter, "nice" and another let out an audible a "yes." "I know this is your fantasy," Chad said, "you are going to be taken by three strange men. I will direct them so you are safe, but at this moment you need to relax and do as you are told. When they are done using you, I'm going to take my turn using you as I please. Understood." Stumbling backwards in my heels, I nodded my head meekly though in reality I was in shock. I had shared this fantasy, never thinking he would ever act on it. I started to cry a bit, I was scared. My husband stepped behind me and put his arms around my body. "Relax" he whispered into my ear. He grabbed the sash on my robe and pulled it loose. I was trying to hold it closed with my hands, but he pulled it back and let it drop to the floor. "Turn around and show the men your ass," he said as he stepped back from me. "Go ahead, show them. I think they will like it." "Chad?" I said, almost passing out with fear. I took a half step backwards away from the three men. "You are my slut," Chad said, "It's time you start acting like it, why don't you let these nice men shove their cocks in your mouth. It looks like you've gotten them hard." The men where now undressing, and nearly naked. Chad came up from behind me and moved gently moved me forward. "Come on, show them your ass, give them a little turn, and show them what they will get to fuck tonight." The first man to step forward was about five foot ten inches, he looked to be in his late thirties and reasonably good shape. I instinctively grabbed his hand to stop him as he reached out to touch my body. My knees were getting weak and the anxiety was taking over. "Is this cool?" one of the other men said. "Yes, she is fine, she wants to be my slut, don't worry," was Chad's response. With that, the second man moved in, he looked like he was in his forties, a bit shorter than the other guy with some flecks of grey in his hair in his well-trimmed beard. The third man was a little taller and bald, and he was black. I had never been with a black man, though the truth is, before Chad my sexual partners were limited to a couple awkward college romances and a handful of bad dates. He looked to be in his late thirties and reasonably good shape, though none of the men would have been confused with male underwear models. As the three of them surrounded me and began moving their hands on my body, I started to cry and let out a pathetic, "what are you doing?" I felt a hand on my ass and another hand was reaching in for my tits. "Ok, here's the deal gentleman," I heard my husband announce, "this isn't a porno, so no cum in the face, she doesn't like it in the ass so no anal tonight, condoms are on the table and oh, one more thing, she doesn't mind a little smack on the ass." With that, a hand came down across my backside with a thwack. I felt blood rushing to my rear. "She is my wife, so please be respectful, but not too respectful, she does want to be used, to be my slut, so please oblige the lady." "CCCCChaddd..." I stammered just as a second hand came down across my left butt cheek. I was surrounded by strange me, whose probing hands we the only thing holding me up at this point. I couldn't make a run for it because my legs were barely functioning and even if I did I was still in skimpy lingerie and high heels. "Feel her pussy, I'm sure she's getting wet," my husband commanded. Just as I was about to lose it completely, I felt the hand between my thighs and I instinctively let go of one of the hands probing my body. I was surprised and embarrassed, my anxiety started to wash away. It was being replaced by carnal thoughts. I could feel a rush of moisture to my pussy. Yes, this is my fantasy, I thought as I tilted my head backwards slightly. I let out a slight "ahh," as the hand moved up my thigh to my now increasing wetness. I was a bit embarrassed by my display of lust. Was this me, I thought. I was never one to let go completely, always unsure and sometimes anxious to try new things but here I was, the object of desire for three strangers and starting to fall into a level depravity that I had not known before this night. Strangely, I was put at ease know my husband, the man I loved, was there watching, making sure I was ok. The three sets of hands were all over my body and I felt the first man begin to kiss my neck. There was no going back. I tilted my head backwards and gave up my body to these men. I felt one of them pinch my nipples, while another grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I was regaining my senses as the touching eased up, the men stepped back and was pleased to see their cocks were rock hard. I did that, I thought to myself proudly. I couldn't believe the thoughts going through my head. Instinctively, I reached down with my hand and started to stroke my pussy through my panties. I was wet, very wet. The men, now naked, stood in front of me. I was at a loss, I didn't know what to do. Before I could think, Chad had grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I was on the floor staring directly at three hard cocks. "You know what to do slut," I heard the black man say as he shoved his dick in my mouth. Without thinking, I reached up with my right hand and started stroking the older gentleman with flecked grey hair. I could hear there moans of pleasure. "Suck it bitch," the man said as he continued to fuck my face. The other man, the one who came in the room first, got down on his knees behind me and undid my bra. I felt it slip off my arms and fall to the floor. He reached around and began massaging my tits with one hand and rubbing my ass and pussy from behind with his other hand. I removed my mouth from the cock as a bit of saliva ran down my chin. I took the other cock in my mouth and reached to grab the black man's cock with my left hand and started stroking. The man with the cock in my mouth grabbed the side of my head and began roughly fucking my face. He was jamming his cock deeper in my mouth and I was starting to gag. The man behind me stopped rubbing my pussy and stood up. I was so turned on, being used, being a slut, that I almost came just from giving head. The man behind me forced his way in, "I need some of that," and he stepped in front and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Come on," the older guy said after being bumped by the first guy. I could tell he enjoyed my oral skills. Without thinking, I started to roll my hips up and down. I was so ready to get fucked, was this me? At that moment, the black gentleman stepped in and took control. He was standing in front of me holding my head with one hand and his cock with the other. He started slapping my face with his cock as I was groping for it with my mouth. "This slut want to get fucked?" "Yes," I cooed as he continued to slap my face. "I think she needs to get fucked," he said as the other two men let out a little chuckle. This was being used. "Lift her onto the bed," he ordered, "the slut needs some cock." I was pulled up from my knees and pushed back, sitting on the edge of the bed, still in my heels. One of my stockings had started to slip down my leg. One of the men pulled down my panties to expose my dripping wet pussy. The older man moved forward and buried his head between my legs. He started eating my pussy, while I laid back on the bed. I felt like I was about to orgasm, but I needed a cock in my pussy. I looked forward at the other two men, who were now watching patiently and said, "Who is going to fuck me first?" My bush had been neatly trimmed for the vacation and my body looked good. I arched back sticking out my tits and showing off my flat stomach. My body ached to be fucked, I wanted to be the slut, and I needed this. The black man reached back and grabbed a condom off the table. The other two guys moved up next to me and pushed my farther up the bed. I was now laying on my back, my head turned to one side with a cock shoved in my mouth. I felt the first cock ease into my wet pussy. I took a break from sucking the cock to let the passion and lust wash over my body. I let out another "ahhhhh, ahhhh," with the rhythm of the fucking. I had a hand on one cock and my mouth on anther and a third in my pussy. He lunged deep inside me. A massive orgasm was building from down my spine, through my toes. I could feel it in the tips of my fingers. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I screamed uncontrollably, all of the passion drained out of my body through my pussy. I could feel the explosion of wetness, my orgasm had reached a level beyond anything I had felt previously. He continued to fuck me faster until he slammed his cock into my pussy one last time and came. The orgasm drained me, the energy from my body, I went limp. I needed a few minutes to recover and I rolled over on my stomach. The older man moved in front of me, grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. I pushed myself up a bit to get more comfortable. My body was slowly starting to regain its senses. The other man had put on a condom and was now ready to take my from behind. He lifted my hips and pressed a finger into my pussy, checking my wetness. He slid his cock slowly into my pussy and started to rhythmically fuck me. He slapped my ass cheek, which reignited my senses as my passion started to grow. I heard the noise of my bullet vibrator and I glanced to the left with a cock still in my mouth. My husband Chad placed the vibrator in my hand and I immediately pressed it against my clitoris. He knew this would push me over the top again, he was right, and I was building to a second massive orgasm. I was holding myself up with one hand while sucking a cock and getting fucked from behind, the vibrator buzzing on my clitoris. "Oh suck it slut," the older man kept repeating. He was holding my head and pushing down farther onto his cock. The fucking continued, and the orgasm was getting close. He started to speed up his pace, I could tell he was close to coming. "ahh...ahh, ahh," was all that came out of my mouth as the second huge orgasm washed over me. I could feel him pull out of me and peel off the condom. He started stroking his cock and shot a trail of cum on my ass and lower back. I could feel his warm seed roll down my lower back, through my ass crack and over my pussy. It was so dirty, slutty, I was almost numb from what I had done but I felt good. Before I snapped back to reality, the older guy, who I had been giving oral, eased up on his knees and started stroking his cock. He shot an orgasm toward my face, a small drop hit my chin, neck and down my tits as I pulled back instinctively. As my husband said, I'm not one for cum on the face. "Come on dude!" I heard my husband Chad from the side of the bed. The guy just shrugged and climbed off the bed, the other two men were nearly dressed at this point. My husband tossed me a towel and I rolled over on my back. "How was I?" I purred to the men, spreading my legs, strangely proud of what I had done. I could see my husband's eyes shoot towards me. He was shocked, unsure of how to react to this new part of me. "You are one hot lady," said the black man, he looked at my husband, "call me if you ever get back to New York, I'll do her again anytime." "Thanks, but it's a one-time offer," my husband replied. He ushered us out the gentleman out of the hotel room and came back into the bedroom. He was naked and sporting a hard cock. "You really are dirty slut, aren't you," he said. "Yes..." I cooed, innocently. "Are you going to fuck me now, finally?" "Of course," he said, "but you owe me my fantasy." "Yes," I said as I started to drift back into the blissful state of sexual satisfaction as my husband's cock penetrated the folds of my pussy. To be continued...