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Subject: My Japanese Wife - the early years, part 4
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The idea we came up with, after we had worked off the excitement of My
wife's encounter with Daryl, with was to go out-of-state, get a hotel
room, and go through our charade of My wife picking me up in the hotel
bar, but with a difference. The idea was that I would talk to and pick
out a couple of guys to bring back to our room, on the pretext that
this babe I'd just met was a real hot number, and ready for anything.
We arrived from Honolulu on Thursday night, with reservations to
return Sunday. We chose one of the big, anonymous hotels near LA
International. We set Saturday as our target night, with Friday set
for both of us to scout the hotel's facilities for likely prospects.
After spending Friday evening in the hotel's bar and night club, I
found two good prospects. Both were in LA until Sunday on business,
both were reasonably good-looking and free from obvious signs of
disease or psychosis, and both expressed interest in multiple-partner
situations. In "deep cover" disguise, from across the room, my wife
saw and approved both.
Ron was Hispanic, from Northern California, and was in LA for a
conference on educational software. He was a little younger than my
wife and I, early thirties or so, but very personable. He even noticed
my wife in her dark glasses on Friday, and remarked about her great
body. Bill was a tall, rangy salesman from Wyoming, late forties to
early fifties. He had a dry sense of humor and a gift for
understatement. Both Ron and Bill, without prompting, stated a
preference for Asian women. We agreed to meet at 7 on Saturday "to
see what develops."
The three of us were sitting at the bar at about 7:15, with Ron
between Bill and me, when My wife came in, walking slowly, her breasts
barely contained by her thin low cut white dress. The skirt was short
and she wore white stockings; she looked like a nurse in porno movie.
My wife sat down one stool away from me and, in a stage whisper, asked
me if I'd join her in a booth. Pretending to be startled, I said
"Uh...sure." Ron and Bill were shocked but too cool to let their
mouths hang open. My wife and I took our drinks to a booth and
pretended to be getting acquainted. About five minutes later I went
back to the bar, telling Ron and Bill that we were going back to her
room, but to stick around because I was going to try to get her to
agree to a foursome. Both of them congratulated me on my luck, and
begged me to convince her. Ron especially said that he'd kill for a
chance to get at that body.
My wife and I went upstairs to our room. We screwed feverishly, from
the time we got inside the door, and not just because we were acting
out our fantasy; the anticipation of what was going to happen had made
us both severely horny. Within a couple of minutes I had My wife on
the bed, pinned on her back, her feet up over her head, and my hands
cradling her butt for leverage as I pumped as deep as I could. As
usual, her orgasm triggered mine. We cleaned up and started to get my
wife dressed for the rest of the evening. We picked out a sheer white
teddy at first, but the combination of My wife's body in the
see-through outfit and our expectations of what we were about to start
was too much, and we ended up screwing again, this time standing up in
the hallway. As we stood panting and sweaty, I saw that it was already
8:30. I was worried that Ron and Bill might have gotten tired of
waiting, so I just threw my clothes, told My wife to put on something
sexy, and rushed back to the bar. Ron and Bill had continued drinking,
and so they actually applauded when they saw me coming back. I told
them that the girl's name was Candy, in from Seattle, that she was hot
as hell and ready for anything, and that she had seen the two of them
and had said okay to a foursome, but wanted them to come up
separately. Ron quickly volunteered to be first. I gave Bill the room
number and Ron and I went upstairs.
When we knocked, "Candy" opened the door. My wife was dressed only in
tiny bikini panties and a cropped pink tight T-shirt. Her hair was
down, her body was smooth and golden, and the tight shirt accentuated,
rather than covered, her gorgeous breasts. She looked ripe and ready.
She smiled at Ron, introduced herself, and said she wasn't a hooker,
she was just down from Seattle for a good time. She asked Ron if he'd
mind taking a shower "first." Ron took the fastest shower in history
and was back in the hall, nude and damp, in about thirty seconds. He
was already sporting a bright red hard-on. My wife went up to Ron, put
one arm around his neck, and kissed him. Her other hand started
working his erection. Ron's hands went straight for My wife's boobs,
and the T-shirt was off almost immediately, I watched transfixed by
the sight of my wife pumping Ron's dick, really working it with both
hands, while Ron lifted, pressed, and squeezed her tits. They were
still kissing, greedily exploring each other's mouth with their
tongues. Ron moved over to where he could sit down on the bed and did
so. My wife lay down with her head in his lap, and started sucking his
rock-hard tool. She lay with her head up and facing away from Ron, so
he could reach around and continue his obsession with stroking,
cupping, and playing with her tits. Ron could hardly keep his hands
off them all night, even when we later went out in public. He rolled
her nipples and caressed my wife's jugs in every way imaginable. Just
as my wife was starting to really deep-throat Ron, Bill knocked at the
door. I let him in, and he quickly took in the sight of my beautiful
Japanese-Italian wife furiously sucking Ron's cock and playing with
his balls while Ron held a breast in each hand from behind, playing
with the nipples with both thumbs and forefingers. My wife's mouth was
full, so she couldn't ask Bill to take a shower. He stripped off his
clothes to reveal a truly impressive tool, only partially erect when
his disrobed, but standing at full attention when walked over to the
end of the bed and began exploring my wife's snatch with his fingers.
It didn't take long for the panties to disappear, so my wife was now
nude with two strangers, one's fingers working her clitoris and
slipping into her cunt, while the other cradled her jugs with his dick
tickling her tonsils. My own dick was starting to swell but I knew I'd
have to wait my turn so I decided to shower. Bill was just moving his
head into position to work on my wife's clit with his tongue.
When I came back out things were still proceeding. My wife was still
sucking Ron's dick, but more gently, and I could see a blob of come
oozing down the red shaft, so it seemed he'd come, but he was still
hard. Bill was moving my wife's butt up so she was now sucking Ron
from above. Ron could no longer reach both tits, so he gently
supported one in his hand as though checking its weight. Bill had the
head of his dork at my wife's pussy lips, and her eyes widened as she
felt the biggest dick of her life stuffing her hole full of meat. My
own dick, as a Korean bar girl once put it, is "on the big side of
medium" and Ron's was just a little smaller, but Bill's tube steak was
more like the medium side of big. Bill slowly worked his massive meat
stick all the way in, up to the hilt, but once he hit bottom he wasn't
gentle; he started to pound. My wife was so wet that Bill's tool
slurped as he pistoned it into her like a maniac. Bill's big balls
were slapping against her thighs, and the powerful reaming was having
its effect, so my wife couldn't concentrate on sucking Ron's
still-hard cock. She lifted her head and moved her ass to meet Bill's
thrusts, but she kept Ron's dick in her hand, absently stroking it as
her climax approached. She came with a low moan, but her orgasm didn't
slow Bill down. If anything, he picked up speed and increased the
length of his strokes, pulling the knob out past my wife's labia, then
plunging it back in. My wife came five our six more times before Bill
started to growl. He cupped her breasts hard and pulled her body
vertical and held her close as he pumped his last few slow strokes
into her quivering quim. Bill squeezed my wife's tits for a little
while, then, pulling out his dick, which was still huge but softening,
he staggered over to the other bed and collapsed.
My wife lay on her back with Ron's hard red rod in one hand. She
looked up, flushed and sweaty, and huskily told me "Jump on, sport!" I
wasn't sure if my light-headedness was from the pure shock and
excitement of seeing my own little wife so thoroughly reamed by Bill's
big bratwurst, or from the fact that every spare drop of blood had
left my brain to help swell my own medium love muscle to painful
erection, but I was on her and buried up to the pubes in no time.
Because I was so turned-on, I knew I couldn't last long, so I decided
to try to maximize the pleasure I could give my wife. I kept her legs
flat on the bed and strained upward, to put the pressure of my strokes
on her button. Within 15 or 20 strokes, my wife started coming again,
and I managed to bring her off three or four times before her spasms
milked another load of come out of my balls. All the time I was
fucking her, she continued to stroke and suck Ron's cock. Between my
own come and Bill's, which my dick had squeezed out of my wife, I was
ready for another shower.
When I returned, my wife was on top of Ron while he pumped her
feverishly from below. She was bent over so Ron's hands and mouth
could work over her tits. She sat up and Ron's hands left her breasts
for her hips, lifting her up and banging her down to the full depth of
penetration. Bill had recovered and brought the impressive length of
his nearly hard tool into my wife's view. For the first time she saw
the behemoth that had just pumped her into ecstasy. With wide eyes and
a smile, she reached out to grasp the fleshy pole, which practically
jumped to full attention as My wife closed her hand around, or nearly
around, its girth. Ron continued to jam My wife down onto his hard
cock, lift her up and slam her down again, as My wife started her
exploration of the giant organ she held in one, then both hands She
lubricated her hands with the come that was pretty much everywhere by
now , and used both hands to work Bill's dong, both up and down and
rotating around it, sort of like the old "Indian rope burn". With a
groan, Ron squirted his second load into my wife. She stood up to kiss
Bill, maintaining her stroking of his big dick with her hands. Bill's
hands found her breasts, and they just stood fondling each other for a
while. Cupping and lifting her breasts, Bill asked my wife if she had
any lubricant so he could fuck her tits. She asked Ron to look in the
bathroom, and he soon returned with a big bottle of baby oil. Ron
volunteered to rub the oil into "Candy's" tits, and did a very
thorough job until Bill told him impatiently to please get the hell
out of the way.
My wife and Bill spent the next few minutes experimenting with how the
oil facilitated the exploration of one another's bodies. My wife was
clearly entranced by the size and texture of Bill's wand, and Bill
seemed just as content to rub her boobs and roll the nipples between
his fingers. Finally my wife started to jerk Bill off in a focused
way, sliding both hands rapidly up and down his shaft. Bill jammed my
wife's tits around his schlong, turning the nipples in so they'd be
stimulated by the friction, and reamed her cleavage fiercely for
several minutes. When Bill's eyes started to glaze over , my wife
pulled her tits back and pumped like a maniac. Ron and I could see the
base of the monster swell even further, and Ron joked, "Stand Back,
it's going to blow!" just before Bill let loose a subhuman bellow and
a wad of jizz shot three feet in the air. As Bill's boner gushed out
its load of semen, my wife worked the head hard with her hands and
mouth, causing Bill's knees to buckle slightly. Bill staggered into
the bathroom, staggered back out and said, still breathing very
heavily, that he had to go and would just wash up.
My wife didn't have time to rest because Ron, who made up in endurance
what he lacked in length, knelt behind her on the come, oil and sweat
soaked bed, and grabbed her tits with one hand and her mound with the
other. He was still hard as a rock, and as they fell on the bed
together, he poked into her and started his thrusts. As he impaled
her, Ron continued to rub her breasts with one hand and her trigger
with the other, and my wife moaned as she came over and over. Ron
pumped his third load into her just as Bill came out, dressed to
leave. Bill bent down to kiss my wife and he told her he wouldn't
forget her or that night. Rubbing his cock through his pants, my wife
told Bill she wouldn't forget him either.
After Bill left, my wife suggested that we go out for a while, down to
the bar or nightclub in the hotel. It was about 10:45. Ron and My wife
headed for the shower together, their hands all over one another.
After about five minutes, I looked into the bathroom. Through the
steam I could see Ron fucking my wife from the front standing up in
the shower. The guy was like the energizer bunny; he just kept going!
His hands were on her tits, and he was again grinding his dick in as
far as it could go. At one point he kind of popped out, and before he
could slide his tool back in, my wife knelt to use her mouth and hand
on his still-hard dick. Still grasping Ron's tool, she then stood up
and turned around, so he could plow into her from behind, all the
while keeping both hands firmly on her wet slippery tits. After a few
minutes, Ron blasted load number four into her, and they kind of
collapsed against each other. Shortly after that, they came out and
dried off. Ron insisted on "helping" "Candy" get dressed, but his help
consisted mostly of feeling her boobs, butt and pussy over and under
her clothes. My wife decided on her low-cut short purple dress; Ron
insisted that she leave her bra in the room, so that her unfettered
bosom literally heaved with each step or motion. In the elevator going
down, Ron stood behind my wife and played with her tits, rubbing the
front and sides, poking his fingers down the valley between them, and
gently lifting them to accentuate the cleavage. There was a young
black room service waiter in the elevator car with us, and although he
tried not to stare, the sight of Ron playing with my wife's big and
mostly exposed tits was hard to ignore. Ron noticed the kid's interest
and told him, "Watch this!" Ron pushed up my wife's tits until the
nipples popped out of the top of her dress, then rubbed them until
they jutted out hard as rubber. "Go ahead, feel them" Ron said, and
the boy shyly placed his palms against My wife's breasts and rubbed
them lightly for a few seconds only, because the elevator reached the
nightclub's level. Ron used both hands to get my wife's boobs back
inside her dress.
The club was your generic stuck-in-the-eighties hotel lounge, with
supposedly cute old time lithographs and knick-knacks on the walls. It
was crowded, and we had to wait a few minutes for a table. Ron sat
down and my wife stood in front of him. Anyone who looked could see
that his hand was up her dress, working her slit to wetness once more.
We were finally seated in a booth; my wife sat between us, one hand in
both our laps. Ron continued his gentle assault on my wife's tits,
squeezing them mostly over her dress but occasionally reaching inside
to tweak her nipples. My wife, meanwhile, was stroking my hard-on
through my pants, but apparently had freed Ron's from its prison under
the table, because when My wife said she wanted to dance, Ron had some
difficulty stuffing his trouser snake back in.
The first song was a fast one, and my wife looked hotter than hot, her
unfettered boobs bouncing almost out of her dress. She turned her back
to Ron and rubbed up against him; Ron's hand went first to her belly,
down to just above her cunt, then up to grasp her breast and pull her
close. They stayed like that for a while, with my wife's arm reaching
back to tousle Ron's hair and her tit firmly in his hand. Then the
song was over. When the slow song started, my wife turned to face Ron
and his hands dropped to cradle her butt and pull her against his
erection. They kissed torridly and my wife's right hand disappeared
into the narrow space between their crotches. Then I lost sight of
them.
About five minutes later I decided to look for them. I made my way
around the fringes of the slightly-crowded dance floor and spotted
them in a small corner space. What I noticed first was Ron's bare
butt, clenching and moving as he fucked the hell out of my beautiful
wife, right there in public. My wife's legs were wrapped around Ron's
back, and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, a dreamy look on
her face as Ron poked her over and over. Just as I was making my way
over to them, the bouncer, a big, ugly, skinhead looking guy, came
almost running over and roughly pulled Ron away from my wife, saying
"Take it outside! Get your no class butts outta here!" Ron looked
stunned, his pants halfway down and his wet red rod flapping in the
breeze. My wife was sitting on a table with her legs apart and her
knees up. Her position held her lips apart, the pink folds shiny with
her fluids. She looked pretty shocked too, getting screwed one second,
and facing a huge angry moose the next. "Get this gook whore outta
here too, Pancho!" the bouncer said angrily to Ron. He grabbed my
wife's right arm with his meaty left hand, and slid his other hand
between her legs. "Let me help you down from there, you sexy little
slope!" he said. With no visible effort he lifted her off the table
and set her almost gently on the ground. He let go of her arm but kept
his other hand on her bush. The thumb and the fingers we could see
were massaging her, but at least one finger was buried deep in her
silky depths. My wife said his finger felt huge as he worked it in and
out of her snatch. Ron had recovered, and went to intervene, but the
bouncer pushed him away like a fly. "Tell your boyfriends to give us a
couple minutes, honey" he said. "I haven't fucked a chink in a couple
years!" My wife was starting to react to his finger-fucking. She was
rotating her hips to meet his thrusting fingers, and it was with some
effort that she said "Please, you guys. I'll be O.K." She had a small
smile on her face and was clearly not afraid of the situation. The
bouncer, encouraged by her consent, increased his efforts to make her
come with his big fingers.
"Let's go in here" the big, no-necked thug told my wife, opening a
door to a small linen closet. He backed in and pulled my wife by the
twat after him. "Leave the door open" he said arrogantly, "We'll give
Pedro and the Yuppie a show!" Continuing to work his fingers in and
out of my wife, the guy told her "Pull your top down. I want to see
your tits!" My wife took her straps off her shoulders and pushed her
top down around her waist. "Wow, honey! You got some tits! You got
some great tits all right! Jesus ! I never saw tits like that on
a--what are you, a jap or a chink, or what?" the drooling bouncer
whistled."Mmm-Mmm! Let me work those pontoons!" He used his free hand
to squeeze her breasts for a while, all the while continuing to work
her clit and explore her snatch with the other. After a while he then
said AOK honey, it's time for you to meet Big Moe!" Still working her
oozing hole with his right hand, the bouncer opened his fly. A stiff,
somewhat short, but amazingly fat dick popped out. "Suck it, you
fucking cunt! Suck it, you little jap whore!" he growled. My wife
knelt in front of him and we could hear the slurping sounds as she
tried to bring him off. He grabbed her head in both hands and fucked
her mouth very roughly for a couple of minutes, his eyes glazing over
a little. Suddenly he said "Fuck this! I want to come in your cunt!
Get up, you fucking slut!" My wife got up and he immediately spun her
around, impaling her on his thick cock. It was so thick he had to
wiggle to sink it all the way. Actually it was a little longer than it
seemed at first, and my wife was soon at the receiving end of some
real drilling. Her butt was lifted and her feet were off the ground
with each thrust. The bouncer reached underneath her and picked her up
with his hands around her hips, pounding her backwards onto his dork.
Her boobs bounced wildly in all directions until his big hands reached
around to grasp them . Both Ron and I were worried about my wife until
we saw the aroused look on her face. She was enjoying it, although
she was getting quite a working over from his meaty hands and even
meatier rod. The sheer size of the guy's fat wad combined with the
working over he was giving her nipples was getting her close to
coming. She never quite got over the edge, however, because he only
lasted about five minutes. He grunted and shook, grinding my wife's
rear against his crotch, while his balls pumped what seemed to be a
big load into her. His tongue actually rolled out of the corner of his
open mouth, giving him an even more moronic look than before. He
pulled my wife away from his now-soft dick, set her down gently and
wheezed "Thanks honey, that was alright! You can work this club any
time you want! Now clean me off!" My wife sucked and licked all of her
juices from his dork. Still panting, and trying to stuff his
re-hardening dick back in his pants, he said to all of us "Beat it!"
My wife was sweaty, her hair and clothes were rumpled, but she was
clearly aroused to a degree I'd never seen. Of course, she'd been
screwed about ten times already that night (and was going to get
screwed about eight times more before we got on the plane the next
day). When we got to the elevator, she shocked me by saying "I want
you to fuck me right here, in the elevator!" She lifted her dress in
the back and rubbed her ass against my groin. I was already excited
from the two public screwings she'd just been given, so I was hard
almost at once. My wife reached back and pulled my zipper down. My
hardened cock popped out into the wettest, sloppiest cunt I'd ever
felt, but despite the bouncer's fat one, my wife was still tight
enough to feel great around my dong. There were only the three of us
in the elevator at first. We went up to the top floor, down to the
basement, and up again, with me whacking my dick in and out of my wife
doggie style, and Ron sort of taking it easy. After about five
minutes, my wife bent over, to get better friction, and I guess the
sight of her ripe cleavage was too much for Ron to just stand and look
at. He stood right in front of her, reached down and released her
boobs from her dress, cradling one in each hand. Since her face was at
about belt level, the next step was obvious: My wife pulled out his
rod and started sucking the end while she cranked his shaft. Watching
this from close range was too much for me and after only a couple of
minutes of watching my wife service Ron again with her hand and mouth,
I shot what was left of my wad (after coming four times already that
evening it couldn't have been much) into My wife's snatch.
Ron only missed half a beat as he pulled my wife upright, pushed her
against the side of the elevator, and fucked her feverishly, almost
savagely. I had already pushed our floor button when I came, and the
bell rang and the doors opened when we reached it. Ron put his hands
under my wife's butt and carried her out of the elevator, his shaft
still buried inside her. He made his way down the hall pushing her
against the wall and pounding her a few times, then carrying her
twenty feet or so and pounding her against the wall again. I went
ahead to unlock the door. Ron carried my wife into the room, layed
her down at the edge of the bed, and then lasted only a couple seconds
before he shuddered and groaned. Ron pulled out and almost fell onto
the bed near my wife. He was exhausted, but then again he'd come five
or six times. I lay down on the other side of my wife, just to close
my eyes, I thought.
A soft knocking at the door awakened me. I looked at the clock: it was
six a.m. Ron and My wife were both sound asleep. The three of us had
slept for about three hours. I woke up my wife and suggested she might
want to clean up, since we had company. I tried to wake Ron, but he
just swore at me and turned to face the wall. My wife grabbed some
clothes and headed for the bathroom: I went to answer the door. When I
opened the door, there was our old pal Bill.
"Come on in, Bill" I said, still a little in a daze from the night
before. When he came through the door I told Bill that "Candy" was
still in the shower but I was sure she wouldn't mind being
interrupted. "That's good" he said "because I gotta catch a plane at
seven forty-five! I just came by, hoping for a quickie." "Well, go see
if Candy's in the mood," I told Bill.
Just as Bill started for the bathroom, my wife came out nude and with
a big smile on her face. "Bill!" she cried happily, "you came back!"
She went straight for Bill's zipper as they kissed hello, and as soon
as she'd pulled his schlong out of his pants she dropped to her knees
and began sucking greedily. Bill's big bong was soon at full
engorgement. After only a couple of minutes where the only sound in
the room was the slurping of my wife's mouth on Bill's tool, Bill
grunted, "I gotta fuck you right now, honey!" "Candy", talking with
her mouth full, said something like "OK", stood up, and fell backwards
on the bed with her legs apart. Bill stripped off his clothes and
hopped over to the bed, his huge red organ waving majestically. He got
on top of my wife and with no foreplay at all, rammed his swollen
poker into her twat up to the hilt. Bill moaned softly with pleasure,
but my wife started to come immediately. Bill put his hands under My
wife's butt, tilting it up, My wife locked her legs over his
shoulders, and Bill proceeded to give my wife a reaming more intense
than anything I'd ever seen, even in porno movies. His dick was
sliding all the way out of her cunt, then plunging all the way in.
Because of the way he had tilted her hips, he was plunging almost
straight down, his dork making loud liquid sounds as he drilled her
pussy. He sped up, he slowed down, he wiggled around for a rim shot,
but Bill never let up on the power of his long strokes. My wife was
coming almost constantly, and was screaming for Bill to give it to her
so loud I was afraid somebody was going to call the cops. On and on he
pounded her. After about ten or fifteen minutes Bill groaned that he
was about to come and asked my wife where she wanted it. "Fill me up!"
she said in a loud whisper. "Pump your come all the way in! Fuck me!
Oh Fuck me, Bill! Oh shit! Fu-u-u-u-uck! Oh God I love your dick! I
love your big giant huge fucking hu-u-u-u-u-ge dick! Oh God your dick
is huge! Give me your meat your big fucking me-e-e-e-e-at!" The
pattern of the pulses in her trembling voice was being pounded into
her by the repeated ramming of Bill's fleshy root, until her words
became unintelligible shrieks. Bill shuddered and delivered his load
as deep as he could, which was pretty damn deep. Bill sort of
collapsed, and they lay there dead to the world, with Bill's dick
still far inside her, for several minutes. Then Bill caught sight of
the clock on the dresser and said "Let's take a shower." "Don't pull
out of me... that was the fuck of my life!" My wife whispered, kissing
him deeply, "I want to take a shower with you still in me!" Holding
her tits in his hands, Bill said "OK, try and turn around."
My wife pulled her knees up and rotated on Bill's meat stick, which
was still huge but had softened enough so that it bent. It looked like
my wife had a red vacuum cleaner hose coming out of her snatch. They
got to their feet and sort of duck-walked to the bathroom, with Bill's
big red one flexing, but still deep inside my wife. Ron, who had
naturally been unable to sleep during the commotion, and I followed
them. The friction of walking seemed to be re-hardening Bill's tool,
and when my wife bent over to turn the shower on he started porking
her again, slowly working his thick pole back and forth. When he
reached around to rub her mound, my wife started moaning almost
immediately. "Let's get back to the bed" she said with considerable
difficulty, "I can hardly stand up!"
Watching them get out of the shower, dry each other off, and slowly go
back to the bedroom, still united at the crotch by Bill's big
braunschweiger, I was reminded of the "three-legged" races they used
to have at summer picnics. Maybe they still do. The difficulty of
walking was overtaken by lust when they got into the bedroom, with
Bill ramming My wife from behind, with one hand cradling both tits and
the other working her clit. They staggered to the bed and My wife
crawled on face down with Bill on top, his butt bobbing up and down,
pile-driving her face into the pillow. One of Bill's arms was
underneath my wife, and from behind you could just see his hand
working the folds of her twat. Christ, but he was really reaming the
shit out of her! His big balls slapped against her while his swollen
red pole worked in and out. After a few minutes, Bill rolled over onto
his back, pulling my wife on top of him face up. He moved her body
back and forth, his hands on her tits, to accentuate the slow,
sensuous movements of his dick into her cunt. He whispered in her ear
and, pulling one knee up to her chest, she spun around to face him.
They were lying on their sides, one of my wife's legs was draped over
Bill. They were now fucking at a leisurely, tender pace. Neither
seemed even remotely aware that Ron and I were only a couple feet
away, watching the x-rated show. Bill asked me if I could change his
plane reservation to an hour later. He sounded like he was in a daze.
I went to use the phone. When I had changed Bill's ticket, I looked
up. My wife was kneeling above Bill, and using the knob at the end of
his dick to work her clit. She was giving Bill the two handed jerk.
Bill started to moan, and when the base of his tool started to swell,
My wife gripped the base with two hands, and worked her way up until
the come exploded all over her face and hair. She milked him with her
hands until his eyes were rolling back into his head, then impaled
herself back onto his massive rod. They collapsed together on the bed,
and they both seemed dead to the world for about fifteen minutes,
Bill's dick slowly shrinking and retreating out of my wife's interior.
Suddenly Bill jumped up, ran to the shower, rinsed off, dressed, and
left in the space of maybe two minutes. My wife slept like a rock, and
Ron was still knocked out, so I decided to sleep too. Our checkout
time wasn't until one.
I fell into a deep sleep until about ten o'clock. When I woke up, the
bright sun streaming around the edges of the thick curtains dimly
lighted the room. The bed was bouncing, gently. At first I thought Ron
and My wife were fucking again, but they weren't, yet. They were lying
facing each other and from the wet sounds I guessed that Ron was
fingering my wife, who was shuddering with repeated orgasms. "Your
turn" My wife whispered, and moved down to take him in her mouth. Her
back was still to me, and as the slurping sounds started, I moved down
to take her from behind. I reached around to feel her tits but Ro
already had one in his grasp, so I contented myself with the other one
as I slipped inside her and began to pump her gently. The three of us
spent the next half hour or so languidly sucking and fucking, until
Ron and I had both come and my wife had about ten orgasms. When we
finished, we all dozed off again.
I woke up at about 11:15 to find the room empty. I had a moment of
cold panic until I saw a note taped to the mirror. I staggered out of
bed and got close enough to read it?"gone to the pool" was all it
said. I grabbed my trunks and made a quick stop in the bathroom to
wash my face & check how wasted I looked (not as bad as I feared). I
opened the curtains to the blinding sunlight and left into the
fluorescent-lit hallway. The hotel had both an indoor and an outdoor
pool; they weren't at the outdoor pool. It took me a few more minutes
to get to the indoor pool on the other side of the hotel complex. The
pool was smaller than the outdoor one, and the walls and ceiling of
the enclosure were glass. I didn't see my wife at first, but I noticed
Ron lying on a chaise lounge with sunglasses on, looking to be asleep.
" Hey, Ron, where's Candy?" I asked as I sat down next to him. Ron
just pointed down at the pool, and there was my wife, splashing in the
shallow end with a dark-skinned guy I didn't recognize at first.
"Who?" I started to ask Ron, but he interrupted to tell me "Remember
that black kid in the elevator last night? I invited him to come by
the room, but he didn't get off work until 10:30. He came by right
after that and invited my wife to the pool. I tagged along."
It took me a couple of beats to realize that Ron hadn't used "Candy",
our "cover" name. I looked at him and said "Oh, so she told you she's
my wife?" Ron smiled. "Yeah, she told me. I guess when you fuck
somebody five times you want to tell them the truth. At least she did.
She even gave me your address, in case I'm in Hawaii. I assume that's
cool with you?" It wasn't, but I said, "Whatever she wants is OK with
me." This was my first hint that "our" plan had changed, or rather
that the night had changed my wife, and I wasn't sure I liked it. Ron
was an OK enough guy, but was he going to come to Hawaii to screw my
wife? Put another way, after what happened last night, was there any
chance he was going to come to Hawaii and NOT expect to screw my wife?
These not altogether pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the sound
of my wife's laughter from the pool. She and the black kid were
wrestling/tickling each other. My wife turned her back to the boy, who
had his arms around her. It appeared from her rippling and changing
cleavage line that her boobs were being pushed up and prodded by his
hands. She suddenly turned to face him, both hands under the water. It
certainly looked like she was rubbing his dick through his suit. At
that point she caught sight of me talking to Ron, and the two of them
got out of the water to come over. My wife looked fantastic in her
bright blue bikini, which had been moved askew from the public pawing,
so that her left tit was nearly hanging out, although the nipple
wasn't visible. She pulled the youth by the hand behind her. He seemed
a little embarrassed, possibly because his blatantly erect large cock
was jutting out to the right, clearly visible and straining the thin
fabric of his Speedos. It didn't seem to be quite the size of Bill's,
but it was certainly in the same class. My wife saw Ron and I stare at
it, and nonchalantly, with a little giggle, reached over and covered
the head with her palm, grasping and rubbing it softly. "We're going
up to the room," My wife said, her hand still rubbing the large
dickhead in public. "Carl doesn't want you guys to watch. Is that OK?"
Before I could answer, she said "Oh, John, this is Carl. Carl, John."
We both mumbled some acknowledgment and then, without waiting for an
answer, they left. As they walked away, my wife had her arm around
Carl's waist from the left, and I suspected that her hand was still
rubbing his cockhead.
I looked down at my watch. It was 11:45. We had about an hour until
we had to check out, although our plane didn't leave until four. Ron
said, "Well this is as good a time as any to take off. This was a
truly amazing experience. You are one lucky guy. Hope to see you guys
again." Then he was gone. I roamed around the lobby for a while,
stopping at the front desk to buy us an extra half hour. I checked out
the overpriced sundries at the hotel store. By 12:30 I had had enough,
and I headed back to the room. As I opened the door, I heard the
familiar sounds of flesh slapping together and my wife's moans. I
decided to give them a few more minutes and walked around our floor
until about 12:55. When I opened the door my wife was alone, and had
our things nearly packed. She said that Carl had offered to drive us
to the airport, and had gone down to get his car. As we finished
packing our things, she said that Carl had come to the door about
10:40. She was still naked, and so she just opened the door a little
and peeked around it. Carl had seemed really shy and embarrassed, and
asked her if she remembered him from the elevator last night. She said
yes and invited him in. My wife said Carl seemed really uncomfortable
and embarrassed by the fact that she and Ron were both naked. He kind
of blurted out "Want to go down to the pool?" My wife immediately
agreed. Carl asked if he could change in the bathroom. He went in and
shut the door. My wife got her suit and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Can I come in and change, too?" she called. Carl was still in his
polo shirt and underpants when my wife walked in. He had carefully
folded his pants and even his socks and put them on the counter. He
still seemed shy when my wife came over and helped him take his polo
shirt off, and he was clearly startled when she pulled his underwear
down as he was folding the shirt. My wife said he had the
"nicest"?that was the word she used?dick she had ever seen, and she
dropped to her knees and started sucking it. Within seconds, it sprang
to full attention, Carl let My wife suck him for a little while, then
pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, his hands squeezing her
breasts softly. My wife kept her hands on his tool, stroking and
pulling. She sat back on the counter. "Fuck me right now," she said in
a low voice, and Carl obliged, firmly sinking his dark rod all the way
home, and pumping her for several minutes until her rippling orgasm
triggered a flood of semen deep inside her womb.
As they showered, my wife said she continued to marvel at how
"gorgeous" Carl's penis was. She didn't want to stop washing him,
especially after he started getting hard again, but she really did
want to use the pool before we left. She helped Carl get dressed and
was both pleased and amused by his skimpy Speedo suit that had to
stretch to cover his boner. She forgot that Ron was still around, and
continued to ignore him on the elevator ride down to the pool,
concentrating on finding ways to touch or hold Carl's tool. She said
she was rubbing two fingers up and down the length of it when she
realized that there were several couples in the elevator, all staring
at her, but she didn't stop; she just stood with her back to Carl, her
hands behind her, obviously still playing with her new toy. They
played in the pool: My wife concentrated on Carl's dick and he became
more aggressive and less embarrassed about grabbing her tits. When my
wife saw me, Carl had just grabbed her snatch underwater and said
"Let's go back to the room. Leave those guys down here. I don't want
an audience." On the elevator back up, my wife pulled Carl's dick out
of his suit and took it into her mouth. She was on her knees, her back
to the door, and though she heard the doors open and shut, and people
getting on and off, she just kept bobbing her head up and down on his
Johnson. They rode up and down for a while like that, with people
getting off and on, until finally Carl reached out and pushed the
button for our floor. My wife stood up, but kept two hands on his
hard-on out into the hall and all the way to the room, saying "God
damn it, I've got to have that inside me, give me your dick." The top
of her suit was pushed up, and her boobs were bouncing free. My wife
said she "thought" they passed "a few" people in the hallway, who got
quite a show. Once inside the room, they didn't even make it to the
bed. My wife dropped to her knees just inside the doorway and sucked
Carl until he blasted a load in her mouth, which she swallowed, aside
from some splashed that got on her face and hair.
They got into the shower to clean up, with my wife again
concentrating on cleaning Carl's dick with her hands and mouth. They
ended up on the bed, with Carl on top, stroking her in the missionary
position and doggy-style, into orgasm after orgasm until he shot his
third load deep. My wife asked if I minded driving Carl's car to the
airport, and I figured I knew how that trip would go. On the elevator
down, I asked My wife how come she'd told Ron our real names, not to
mention our address, and her answer was about the same as his had
been: "John, do you think we're fooling ANYONE?" she asked. "Ron said
after five minutes, he could tell that we knew each other, and after
we spent the night with him, he KNEW. He came out and asked ME if we
were married. After what we'd done together, it just seemed wrong to
lie to him." "Okay, but why did you give him our address?" I asked.
"Don't worry, he probably won't even come to Hawaii." Yeah, right, I
thought; he meets a beautiful Asian girl and fucks her what-five, six
times the same night, and he's not going to want to go to HAWAII to
visit (and fuck) her again?
Anyhow, we checked out of the hotel. It seemed like everybody came out
of the offices to get a look at my wife; surely her escapades couldn't
have gone unnoticed. A bare-breasted Asian pulling a black guy along
by his dick in the hall is probably not an everyday occurrence. Carl
was already waiting in his car. Without saying anything, he got out of
the driver's seat and into the back seat. My wife caught my eye
quizzically, and I shrugged I guess acceptance, so I got behind the
wheel and my wife sat with Carl in the back seat. Carl had a souped-up
little Honda. As I sat down, he said "Yo wife say you can drive a
stick," and I replied "No problem." We weren't even out from under the
canopy when I heard a zipper being opened, and a few seconds after
that, slurping sounds as my wife started sucking Carl's cock. The
sounds continued all the way to the airport, which was really only a
couple of minutes away. As we approached United Airlines, Carl
muttered "Keep drivin'," and since we had plenty of time, I did. A
little while later I heard my wife whisper "Fuck me now!" and there
was a lot of rustling clothing as they changed position. My wife lay
on her back, her head to the passenger side, and her right foot was up
by my headrest as I heard the liquid slip of his dick into her. He
said "Here it is bitch, gonna fuck you good!" Soon I could hear the
fleshy slap of his balls against her butt as he pumped his rod in and
out of her. The rhythm increased and my wife started to moan. Carl was
chanting angrily, "Take it. Take it all, bitch! Yeah! C'mon, Gon' make
you come, bitch! Who's the man?" "You are'" My wife replied in a voice
straining with the force of her coming, as Carl growled something
incoherent and sped up his thrusts to a feverish, then a spasmodic,
pitch as he shot his wad in my wife again. I heard my wife gasp and a
soft pop as he pulled his tool out and stuck it in her face, still
angry, saying "Clean me off, Ho!" There were a few more slurping
sounds, then more rustling, until seemingly both were again clothed
and sitting down, just in time since we were at United again. Carl got
out of the car and shook hands with me for some reason, saying "Yo
wife's a fine piece of ass." I said "Thanks," which I guess is a more
or less appropriate response. He then kissed my wife goodbye,
squeezing her tit right there at the curb, got in his car and drove
away.
It's hard to describe the feeling, even in a weekend of bizarre
feelings, of driving around the oval at LAX while my wife was getting
royally screwed in the back seat, in more or less stop-and-go traffic,
past pedestrians, busses full of tourists, all of whom could easily
see my wife laid open and full of black dick two feet away from me, or
the feeling of checking in at United Airlines with your wife when you
suddenly notice that she's got a fresh blob of jizz in her hair from
another guy, and you're already at the counter. My wife basically
slept until the flight came, all the way to Hawaii, and after we got
home for the next day or so.
But she was changed. A week after we got back to Hawaii, she told me
she might not come home on Friday night and met Gary, my old boss, for
lunch. After the appetizers, they went from the restaurant to a
downtown hotel, and spent the next two days eating room service food
and fucking in every position they could think of. She came home
Sunday afternoon and told me she "thought" she'd gotten Gary out of
her system. As far as I know, she hasn't seen Gary again. As I feared,
Ron did come to visit us, after only about four months, and my wife
insisted on him staying at our house. He fucked her standing up in the
airport parking lot, right after he got off the plane. In four days,
my wife put clothes on only twice: once when we went out to dinner,
and once when we took Ron to the airport. They rest of the time she
was busy getting salsa injections.