A Contented Cuckold: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.


It was not supposed to be like this. He scowled, ground his teeth unthinking, and hit the pillow with his fist.

The idea had been to breath new life into their marriage with a week's holiday the same West Indies resort they had spent their honeymoon three years before. The sex had not been good then, either, he remembered. At least she had let him fuck her, laying on her back like a corpse and with no joy in it at all. And no cock-sucking, pussy sucking, no doggy-style even, and certainly no anal. And no pleasure in it for her and very little for him.

He had not fucked her once this holiday and tomorrow was the last day! He stroked his cock, and comtemplated the bleak prospect of jerking off into a handkerchief again, as usual over tSe past year. Always excuses, headaches, not feeling quite right, another time, problems at work, period etc etc etc.

He looked at her laying beside him, sleeping with a contented smile on her face. Yes, she was really beautiful with her little-girl features and her glossy dark hair. She had pushed the sheet down and exposed her breasts and belly. Matchless! Perfect! Made for loving! Small, firm, shapely, pert, dark nipples straining upwards. And a flat belly, tiny waist, and the loveliest arse ever! It was a consolation that all the guys envied him, and all eyes turned to her on the beach. Little did they know!

He hit the pillow again. Bugger it! He was not going to jerk off yet again.

He pulled the sheet off entirely. Lovely long legs too, tanned now, and that entrancing little triangle of black hair that she kept so well trimmed and groomed....for her own satisfaction, not his! Her legs were slightly apart, but the lips of her cunt were thin and tight closed. A dry, old-maid's cunt, he thought.

Bugger it! He was going to fuck her this time. It was not as if he wanted to take her in her arsehole or even in her mouth, though lots of guys did both to their wives he knew. He was going to fuck her, and right now!

He knew her pussy would be dry, so he squeezed KY from the tube he kept (in hope but uselessly) by the bed and greased his swollen and throbbing cock. He knelt beside her and gently opened her cunt lips, squeezing lube straight from the tube in a line downward in her crack. She slept on. Now, as he used his fingers to spread the slippery cream and penetrate her cunt for a mere half inch, she half awoke, protested in her sleep, and made to turn over on her side.

Bugger it! She was his wife and he would have the sex that was his due! Roughly he pinned her down with one arm, and opened her legs with the other. Before she was wholly awake he had forced his cock up her cunt and was fucking her.

She screamed, and he could feel her fists pummelling his shoulders and back as he thrust in and out.

'Shut up, woman. If you can't enjoy it, at least shut up!'

She was sobbing now, and he could feel where her finger nails had torn his shoulders, not in passion. No, not passion, but rage and desperation. This was not good, and he knew it. But it was his right! He squeezed one of those perfect breasts, hard and deliberately hurting her. She had her eyes closed now and was still sobbing quietly as he speeded up and had his climax in her. He knew it was not as full a climax as if she had responded. Shit! It was less than when he jerked himself off. He muttered to himself, "Bloody frigid bitch".

He got off and went to the shower.

When he got back, she was laying on the couch with a sheet over her, face buried in a pillow.

He lay on the bed alone, switched off the light, and it was a long time before he slept.

She, too, lay there unhappy. She knew she was wrong to deny him and could not understand why. He was handsome and really a nice guy except when he was demanding sex. She had tried to enjoy sex, but there was some sort of block. She decided she would get therapy when they were back in the City. She would tell him tomorrow. 

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The next day, at the beach, they hardly spoke, and this silence continued in the evening over dinner, and into the bar where they sat on stools, next to each other but unspeaking. 

He was ashamed of what he had done the night before: it was a rape and he knew it. She, too, was ashamed. But the right time to have it out, to tell him she was going to see a doctor or psychiatrist just never came.

Jamie van Huyden was American despite his name, a scion of one of the oldest New York Dutch families. He was also rich, tanned, handsome, divorced (that had cost him but was worth it. Oh yes!)and about forty. He was on his way to a party in one of the villas along the heights and called in for a quick whiskey to set himself up. The raven-haired girl on a stool at the bar caught his attention immediately. The bar stools were high and she was showing a lot of leg, very shapely, smooth and tanned, ankles set-off by high heels with silver straps up her calfs. He could see that under her slightly fetish-kinky top her breasts were naked, and perfect. Tiny waist and little bum, more like a teenage girl's than a woman in her early twenties, which she clearly was. It was also clear she had had a row with her man beside her. Husband! The wedding ring and engagement band visible as she raised her glass to her full lips. He was good looking as well. Jamie was bisexual and appreciated beauty in both sexes!

Forget the party for a bit! This was worth exploring! 

Experienced at chatting in bars, his American accent, confident and charming manners, handsome and cheerful maturity, all these attributes made it easy for his proferred handshake to be accepted by Roy Tomlinson and his wife, both of whom visibly cheered up in his presence. the conversation was banal to begin with.

'Do you live here or are you on holiday?'

Roy answered. 'Holiday, and in fact this is our last day: we fly out early tomorrow morning.'

'I felt sure you were residents with that wonderful sun tan!'

Fiona glowed the more in the sunshine of his flattery and attention. She was very aware of his admiring looks at her long, slender legs and nearly started to pull her tiny mini skirt downwards to hide more of her thighs. She stopped herself and thought "Why not? Roy likes me to dress sexily in the evening and I know I'm very beautiful. It's just nice to see that this obviously experienced and sophisticated guy thinks so too.'

'That's very generous of you Mr....?'

Van Huyden. Call me Jamie.'

'We're Fiona and Roy Tomlinson. We're Brits.'

'And I'm American, as you'll have guessed. We find the English accent very sexy, Mrs Tomlinson.' His smile and  flirting manner made her heart suddenly miss a beat. This guy had something she thought. And then dismissed the thought.

'call me Fiona, Jamie. Do you live here, then?'

'No. I live on my yacht....it's that beast out there in the bay.'

Like most of the tourists Roy and Fiona had admired the floating gin-palace moored out there and wondered who owned it. Not only was he handsome and sophisticated, he was very, very rich! Now Fiona was aware he was concentrating on her breasts, as if memorising their shape, perhaps guessing what they looked like undressed. She had put on a bustier, a sort of basque without the suspender straps, for this last night. It was particularly sexy, fastened with clips up the back, but with a latchwork of tapes at the front ending in a bow at the top. Her mini skirt (really just what they call a "pelmet" so brief was it), was blue denim, and her basque a blue satin close to the same colour as the skirt, but with black tapes and trimmings. She knew it really hid very little as her flesh was visible all down the front, from cleavage down to waistband, and all the sexier behind a lattice of black satin. The side panels were flimsy and pierced so you could easily imagine her naked. When Roy started to look at her with lust it always annoyed her, but this handsome, older man's admiration was having a very different effect, and she could feel her clitoris waking up, which it seldom did nowadays. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them down a moment: she was wearing a black satin thong so even if he could see up she would be decent. She half regretted she was not wearing the black silk panties Roy had bought her with the see-through nylon panel at the front. That would have given this guy something to ogle! She smiled at the idea, and Jamie smiled back: his smile was dead sexy, she decided.  

Roy was talking. 'It's a huge yacht'.

'Has to be. It's my main home, and my office. With satellite internet and video conferencing I can run my business from nearly anywhere, and don't have to get back to New York that often nowadays. We follow the sun and fun round the world, though I must admit I fly when it's a long ocean trip.

Fiona woke up from her satisfied trance,'I've never actually been on a ship like that, and we never did cruise yet.'

It was almost an invitation. He knew what that nervous stretching of the legs and nearly-not-quite fluttering eyelashes meant. This young married woman had the hots for him. This was his opening and he would take it!

'That's easily remedied, Fiona. My launch is at the jetty just there, see! And it's only five minutes out to the Sea Wolf. So why don't you and Roy be my guests for a while, come and have a glass on board the yacht. This bar is a bit dull, and won't improve. Trust me, I know. I've been in here before.

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He ushered the couple into a large saloon and told the respectful Chinese servant that the group would look after themselves this evening. The servant left as silent as he had been for the two minutes while he had set out three champagne flutes and taken a bottle from a well-disguised ice-box in the corner. Jamie had waved the man away: he would open it himself. He threw a switch and music started up.

The champagne was good. Of course!

'Do you dance, Fiona?'

'I love it. All dancing, ballroom, salsa, rock...everything.' One of the many regrets in their marriage was that Roy was a terrible dancer and could seldom even be persuaded too take the floor. She was competition-class.

'I'll put on a quick-step, then, and we can show off to each other.'

Fiona was glad that the silver high-heeled slippers she was wearing were shoes she could dance in.

And Jamie was a great dancer, as good as her if not better. Their dancing was complex and stimulating. She was warming to this man, and so was her clitoris. The next tune was a waltz, and again they could show off to each other, but she was aware of his legs between hers, and could even feel his hard cock at times. She knew she was now very damp "down there", but was not embarrassed as she knew he was finding her sexy and his body too was betraying that.

'Energetic that. A slow one now to rest a bit'.

Roy watched as his wife and their new friend danced, almost stationary but swaying on the spot. Her hands were one on his buttocks and one round his shoulders, both his were on her pert bottom and he was whispering in her ear. Roy did not mind! In fact there was a part of him that enjoyed watching this rich powerful guy clearly falling under the spell of his beautiful wife. The champagne was good: he poured another glass and felt his cock stiffen as he watched the guy stroking his wife's bum, hand up under the disgracefully short skirt. Roy had watched her dress, seen the flimsy thong, and knew the guy's palm would be on naked flesh. Now the guy had managed to get a hand between the two bodies as they swayed, and was clearly feeling, squeezing, fondling Fiona's breast. The satin was thin and clinging, her tits completely filling the fitted cups and her nipples now showing through the stretched fabric. Jamie was whispering in her ear, and her husband could perhaps guess the sort of flattering words he was using. He poured himself another glass, and without thinking adjusted his hard cock to make it more comfortable inside his underpants.

Jamie saw this gesture, and knew he had here one of those husbands who found the idea of his wife being seduced very sexy. Good!

Whispering in her ear. 'Fiona, you are the loveliest girl I have seen in years, and a great dancer too. You have the body of an angel, and dance like a demon. You know they say a girl who has rhythm and movement is always a girl who loves her sex.'

Fiona said nothing, but was happy to let him continue in that vein, and even allowed her pussy to rub a bit against his cock, which she could feel as hard as a baton under his light trousers.

You have fantastic breasts, my sweet. I love them firm and shapely like yours. Just right, not small, not large, just so, so sexy! He had managed to get one hand inside the cup of her bustier and was feeling her naked flesh. As if that was not enough she realised his hand was not only under her skirt, but had shifted the half-inch wide thong to one side, so his index finger could rest in her crack from the back. She gave a little start as she felt his fingers part her pussy and start to rub her clitoris, now sopping wet with juices running from her aroused pussy. This was like a dream, but she pursed her lips and showed she wanted to be kissed.

Roy watched his wife enjoying a roving hand on her tits, a finger (or two or perhaps even three) in her pussy, and her mouth covered by his open lips, filled with his probing tongue. They scarcely even swayed to the music now, and Roy was openly rubbing the outside of his trousers, enjoying what he was seeing. It may have been the champagne (but probably not) but it was a real turn on to watch his wife being seduced. He decided he would not mind if they fucked. In fact he hoped they would.

Fiona spoke for the first time, whispering. 'That's so good, Jamie. It's so long since I've felt like this.'

It was the work of a moment to pull at the bow at the top of her cleavage, and the basque almost fell open. He pulled it from the waist of her skirt, and now it fell to her feet in a pool of blue satin. She kicked it away and took him in her arms again, her head on his shoulder, but hands now under his shirt, feeling his powerful back. She pulled it up to expose his chest, and he took the hint, pulling it over his head to join the bustier. Now they could dance naked chest to chest, hands feeling muscle and smooth skin, and her nipples free for him to kiss and suckle on like a great baby.

Roy poured a fourth glass of champagne: the bottle was empty now and he could feel himself getting a bit drunk. They could play. Well so could he! He unzipped, pulled his underpants aside and took out his cock, stroking it openly as the couple snogged and explored each others' bodies, for Jamie's hand was in her crack again, and one of her hands was slipped down the waistband of his trousers to find naked, hot flesh. 

'Fuck me, Jamie, I never felt so good before. Fuck me. please.'

He undid a button at his waist and his trousers fell to his ankles. No underpants. As he bent to get them over his shoes she could see that he had an all-over tan, was very hairy, and above all was very muscular. He was what they call a "fine figure of a man": above all he had a lovely hard cock, which she suspected was longer and broader than her man's, and his balls looked heavier and more masculine too. God! She wanted him. 

There, in the middle of the room, in front of her huspand, he bent her over, tore at the thong, which parted in his hands, opened her cunt lips with one hand, and entered her from behind. She was so juicy that he slid in effortlessly, still making her squeak with pleasure as he pentrated. He rested his cock a moment, fully up her, his hairy thighs against her golden, naked bum, and felt her vagina grip and release, grip and release. Good. He would fuck her in that rhythm and make sure she came first. twice if possible. He started to fuck her, bent over, her hands on her knees. His thrusts smacked against her buttocks and he realised she would fall over and spoil it. Still up her, he lifted her two steps across the room so she could lean on the back of an armchair, and they continued.

It was not a problem to get her to come! Within a dozen thrusts she was 'oohing and aaahing', imploring him to fuck her harder, telling him he was the best, the best ever, 'Oh, fuck me, please, fuck me, oh, oh'. She was close now and he reached under her to rub her clit, and round her to hold one breast, and this brought her to a climax. He hit her pussy with a dozen great powerful thrusts while she was coming, but controlled himself and reduced to a steady, slow rhythm again as her orgasm died away.

Roy had seen this sort of thing in porn videos, but had imagined it was fake... good little actresses. But here was his wife losing herself in the passion of sex, and going to get more, it seemed. He was still stroking his cock, enjoying this. His wife had never been like this with him!

'Please, Jamie, no more. I can't....' But Jamie had started thrusting hard again, tripping her into another orgasm, banging it into her while she nearly sobbed her gratitude for the pleasure she was experiencing. He was rubbing her clit, pulling at it, letting it slide between finger and thumb as he shagged her from behind.Then he again grasped her breast, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she was coming a second time. Again the hard thrusts and then the slower rhythm.

Jamie had been aware that her husband, watching, had been masturbating, and now he wanted to see her fucked by her own man, preferably Roy naked. He shouted across the room, 'She's yours now, Roy. Well warmed up. Get those clothes off and come and give her what she wants.

It was almost funny to watch the desperate haste the half-drunk husband used to strip, but however clumsy he got naked at last and Jamie enjoyed looking at a good, athletic body and a nice hard cock. He was uncut. Good! That gives the tongue more games to play! He was sure he would get to enjoy that cock himself later. Time would tell!

Roy stood beside him, and Fiona would scarcely have noticed as Jamie pulled his cock out and Roy plunged his in. Jamie retreated to the couch vacated by Roy and watched as the guy shafted his wife, hard and with pwerful thrusts that echoed round the room as his thighs smacked into her bum. The guy was muttering to himself as he fucked, and the watcher could make out some of the vindictive words.

'Bitch! Bloody bitch! I'll give it so you won't forget. Fucking bitch, have some of this.' His wife had lost it completely now, and with squeaks and pants, pleas, begging him to stop, and then not to stop, and then to stop again. Altogether it was a good show, Jamie decided. The sexiest body he had seen in years... real star quality.... and her man rather tasty too! His arse was very enticing as he fucked, and the muscles clenched and unclenched with each push, suggesting the pleasures to be had from that particular anus. 

Neither of them saw anything as Jamie sidled up behind them, and immediately after Roy had inflicted a huge slap on her rump he stabbed her with a fine hypodermic, emptying it quickly. She just lost any pain in the midst of the repeated orgasms she was experiencing, and he was enjoying his wife's body fully for the first time ever, too preoccupied to notice.

Finally Roy could hold out no longer and he unloaded into her, filling her cunt with the accumulated spunk of several frustrating days, a half-hour's exciting masturbation, and five minutes of frenetic fucking. He left her there, bent over the back of the chair and went back cheerfully to sit beside Jamie.

'Bloody hell! That was a good one.'

'She's a great fuck, your wife.'

'First time she ever has been, believe me. You know she won't give me head, let alone come in her mouth.'

'She will now, believe me. In fact she'll be begging you in a minute or two.' He did not mention the very expensive drug he had injected, now coursing through her veins and maintaining, even increasing her need for sex. 'I'm  still hard, but you've lost it a bit. Here let me. We want you hard again by the time she comes round. Fuck her face this time, Roy, like you've always wanted to, and like I'd enjoy watching.'

To Roy's amazement, this handsome and clearly hetero guy (after all Roy had just watched him really fuck Fiona as if he meant it), this handsome, macho guy knelt in front of the Brit, arms around him, hands on his naked arse, and took the half-hard cock into his mouth. Roy had never had this before, not from a girl, and certainly not from a guy, but had always wanted it and thought it must be good. It was! Better than good: fantastic as the guy first sucked the cock hard and then gobbled up and down on it, his tongue fluttering up and down the shaft at the front where it was most sensitive, tongue slipping under the foreskin, lips pressing and stimulating. Roy had got hard in no time... and so was Jamie, who had not yet come of course. Both were ready for more!

Fiona had recovered, and staggered in her high heels over to the couple of men, making love in a time-honoured gay method. She was astounded at Roy, but God! it was so sexy watching her man being sucked and obviously loving it. 

She stripped off her skirt and the torn debris of her panties and knelt beside Jamie. It was odd, she had never wanted to do this before. Correction: she had been disgusted by the idea of a cock in her mouth. Now she longed for it, and something strange was also  happening to her body. She felt flushed, her heart was racing, and suddenly she needed to rub her clit. Correction: she needed to be fucked while someone sucked her clit. The desire there was so strong it was almost painful. She pushed Jamie aside and greedily swallowed her man's cock. He grasped her hair, shining still, but dishevelled now and sweat soaked round her brow, and jerked his hips up and down so she was taking the full length each time. 'Bitch! Swallow my cock, and swallow this!'

He held her head in place while he pumped spunk into her mouth. The slippery, warm. tasteless feel of his cum was a new experience for her, but her body cried out for more, and more.

'Here, Roy, swallow this, and you'll want more in a few minutes.' Roy handed over a pill, still experimental in those times and very expensive! 'She won't need it. she'll be randy for hours, and want every man in sight. Lead her to the bedroom: she can hardly walk she's been shagged so hard. There's a bed there for us to use!'

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They dumped the girl on the huge, silk-covered bed, naked except for her high heels, her cunt no longer that thin, tight-closed line, but plump, pouting and open so her clit stood out from it like the "little man in a boat" of folk-tales.

Jamie caught hold of Roy and pulled him close so Roy was leaning his arse against Jamie's cock, Jamie one hand grasping the Roy's cock, the other playing with his nipple. 'There's a boy I like to use for sex. Very beautiful, very young.... legal where I found him and that's documented too. Very willing, very bi, and a repeater like all teenage boys. I'm sure Fiona would love him. How about you?' He closed his lips on Roy's neck, kissing him.

This was new, too, to Roy. Like most guys he had jerked off with teenage mates long ago, but had shied away from any homosexual feelings... though like everyone who is honest he had sometimes felt gay emotions, a stirring when an attractive man looked at him in that certain way! Everything was new this evening: why not that too?

'OK by me, Jamie. Wheel him in!'

'There's another who would be a special treat for your lady wife. He's South African, black as the ace of spades, and hung like an ox. Fancy seeing her shagged by a big buck? I know she's in the mood for it: look at her.' Fiona was laying on her back, eyes closed, legs wide open, both hands at her crotch one rubbing and tweaking her clit, the other forcing four fingers in and out her cunt. Juices everywhere and little squeaking cries announcing each peak of pleasure climbed. The injection was still having its effect.

'Why not?' 

'Great!' And to his redoubled amazement he found himself being hugged and kissed by Jamie, and reciprocating with his mouth open and his tongue battling for possession of the older guy's mouth. A moment or two of this, cocks pressed against each other, and a little hand-bell on a side-table was rung by Jamie, twice.

The young lad was dark-haired, almost coffee-coloured, but looked light compared to the huge black man beside him. 

'The boy's Brazilian. You speak any Potuguese? No? Nor do I, but it hasn't got in our way at all'. As if to prove the point the boy was stripping off his shirts and shorts un-asked... he was a walking wet-dream. and even the supposedly heterosexual Roy felt an immediate attraction. He turned to the two naked guys and stood there, slender, smooth, his brown cock not hard, but arcing gracefully down over tight little balls. The only hair on his body was his little triangle of fine, almost silky hair. 'You can do anything you want with him, except mark him! I don't want him spoiled!' 

In contrast, the big guy had immediately spotted the masturbating girl on the bed, so sluttish-looking now, but so beautiful with her tall tits and narrow waist. With a big grin showing strong white teeth, he kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed beside her. It was a moment before Fiona realised there was yet another man beside her and opened her eyes. The first she saw was massive, black, biceps and a barrel-chest filling an over-tight t-shirt. She forgot to jerk her pussy for a moment and half sat up to take in equally massive thighs again nearly too big for the tight khaki shorts, and most of all the bulge promising more delights. She opened her arms for him, an offer he eagerly accepted and she felt the weight of his body over hers as they kissed.

Roy was watching out of the corner of his eye, but his attention was mostly on the slender kneeling figure in front of him and Jamie, engaged in sucking, fondling, licking their cocks into full erection. He was hard almost immediately, the effect of watching his wife with the huge black guy, the skill of the boy licking his balls and sucking at his cock, the feel of Jamie's hands on his body, the feel of the boy's silky hair between his palms, and above all the viagra. As soon as Roy was hard, Jamie stiffened too, mostly because of his lust for Roy's athletic body, his hard little buttocks.

'Fuck him, Roy. I'd love to see you fuck him, and we can both watch your wife being serviced!'

And, indeed, Fiona was off again: she had removed the guy's shirt and was kissing his bare, barrel chest, licking at it, sucking his nipples, resting her cheek on the crispy hairs, her hands scrabbling at the waistband of his shorts. At last the buckle came loose and she was able to reach down into the crotch and grasp warm, pulsating meat. His cock throbbed and twiched in her grip, too broad for her fist to close round it. she felt the knob, and guessed he had been cut, but also realised there was pre-cum slipping over her palm, hardly surprising considering the pleasure he was taking from fondling her splendid tits with one hand and dabbling in her open, cum-filled crack with the other. she had to taste this cock, taste the pre-cum. She scrabbled again at his shorts and managed to pop open the buttons. He lifted his hips to help her ease the shorts over his bulge, down great tree-trunk thighs, and off over his ankles. He was naked now, laying on his back, and she forgot his chest in the delights of so-masculine cock and balls, sucking and slobbering over them, so far gone that she even forgot to masturbate.   

Roy and Jamie were both watching this performance, but Roy also fancied the pretty-boy Brazilian, and had him bent over the back of an armchair, spreading silky-skinned but firm buttocks so he could lick and penetrate a tight little anus with his pointed tongue. The boy was groaning with pleasure, wriggling his hips provocatively, and pushing backwards to give that probing tongue an extra half inch. The boy was repaeating the same four words over and over.

'I haven't much Portuguese, Roy, but I've heard that from him before: he's begging you to fuck him. Here.' Jamie had a dispenser of lube, and he squirted some on Roy's eager cock and then into the boy's crack. He grasped Roy's cock, wiped it once up and down between the boy's buttock and placed it. Roy needed no more encouragement to push and feel his knob penetrate, his cock sliding into the boy till his thighs rested against those lovely light-brown cheeks: the groan from the boy was of pure pleasure. He looked up for a moment, and saw his wife was enjoying herself, which only added to his excitement as he started to fuck his boy.

The black sailor had lain on his back while Fiona enjoyed his broad and long cock with her mouth and hands, keeping the large purple helmet in her mouth while she pulled at his ball sack and caressed his thighs. Then she knew she just had to have him in her, and leaped astride him, holding his cock completely vertical, placing it in her crack, and sinking down onto it. She had never felt so filled, despite her cunt being so stretched from shagging and shagging and shagging all evening. She bounced up and down on it just half a dozen times and was coming yet again, beating his chest with her fists and screaming her passion, using words that her husband had never heard from her mouth before and which astounded and excited him. He fucked the boy even harder, scarcely noticing that Jamie had his arms around him and a stiff cock resting against his anus.

It was Roy's turn to shout as that impudent cock forced its way into his virgin arse: and the cry was with pain, not pleasure! Jamie was ready for this, and stroking the guy's buttocks whispered in his ear 'Shhh! It'll pass', fucking him now in the same rhythm as the Brazilian lad was enjoying.

The sight and sounds  of his wife's orgasm, the tightness of that slender arse in front of him, and the feel of Jamies's hands on his body made the discomfort tolerable, no longer what he could call pain.

On the bed the big negro laughed and turned the girl on her back without removing his prick from her cunt. Now she felt the full weight of his body as he shagged her, ignoring the pain of her finger nails as they raked down his back in her passion and lust for this huge guy. He brought her off twice more before he came himself, in time with her last orgasm and filling her cunt yet again with hot cum.

Across the room, Jamie had come in Roy's arse, and withdrawn: Roy fucked even harder, and reached under the boy to hold his balls with one hand and his cock with the other. The boy yelled something unintelligible, and Roy felt his hand bathed in slippery spunk. This reminded him of something he had long forgotten, when Joseph Murphy, a boy several years older than him, had  forced him, then ten years old, to jerk him off. The young lad had found it strange but exciting, and had his first dry orgasm that day. Guilt had made him forget, but this feeling on his fingers reminded him, the excitement too remembered, and he came strongly, deep in that pretty arse.

Jamie cleaned them all up, while on the bed Fiona still masturbated and the sailor lay inert, fucked-out.

'I hope you'll be able to stay a few days on the yacht, Roy: we're off to Rio tomorrow.'

'I wish, Jamie. But Fiona and I both have to be back at work Monday, so we have to fly out tomorrow, 11 am. In fact we had better get moving now: looks as if Fiona needs a good night's sleep!'

'Pity! But I'll give you my card, and call me or email me whenever you feel like a cruise. And I mean whenever. Come on, Fiona. Time to go home. Get dressed again.' 

'No! I want this guy again.' She lunged at the dozing figure beside her and had his limp cock in her mouth.'  Roy pulled her off, still protesting and struggling.

Jamie chipped in, firmly. 'Now, be a good girl and get dressed and we'll give you a big matelot to fuck in the launch going back. A new, fresh one, with a massive cock and balls full of cream.'

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They were in good time at the airport check-in, and had a pleasant surprise. The girl on the desk thanked them for upgrading to business class, and handed them an envelope. In it was the explanation, a note from Jamie van Huyden thanking them for the evening's entertainment, repeating his phone and mobile, and telling them he meant it when he said any time.... Oh, and also he had paid for them to upgrade their seats, so they could have a nice rest after their exertions.

They both agreed he was a nice man, generous, and good fun. "Sexy too," added Fiona, and her husband agreed.

The two of them, surprisingly, were neither hang-overed nor feeling fucked as the plane took off on time. There's nothing like a good sexual orgy to set you up!

But they were both quiet. Had a lot to think about! 

The film was boring, and Fiona rested her head on her man's shoulder and suggested they switch it off. Her hand went to his crotch and was soon rewarded by signs of life there.

'You know, I found it terribly sexy being fucked with you watching me. And I'd never have thought that possible.'

'And I really got off on watching you getting fucked as well. Jeez! You were horny! You know I got fucked as well?'

'I know. I saw you fucking that boy, and then Jamie going up your arse too. That was sexy, but I couldn't concentrate what with that guy fucking the daylights out of me.'

'Darling!' 

'We've got to do it again, It's so sexy. Next time I'll really watch what you're doing if you're having some gay fun.'

'I'd like that. Who?'

'You know that new lad in the mailroom, the blonde guy with wavy hair.'

'I've seen him. Pretty boy. Very sexy.'

'Yup, David. People say he's gay, but Betty Hewitt says he's not, and I'm sure she knows. She fucks everyone and she'll certainly have had him by now.'

'Probably bisexual. In which case he'll be ideal for us.'

'I'll put him on the list then, but first I want us to have Sir Jasper Isaacs.'

'Your Boss? You fancy him?'

'Not especially, but he's going to be Chairman of the Board: it'll be announced next month. Betty told me: she's Sir Ralph's Secretary and he's announcing his retirement any day now, she says. Well, you know Hilda Smythe is retiring month-end?'

'I didn't. I'm not all that often in Head off ice as you know. Head of Employee Relations?'

'I'd like her job, and it will be in the gift of Sir Jasper when he's Chairman.'

'I get it. He fucks you, and as a reward you get the job. I bet you he's circumcised.'

'No takers, darling. But as a reward for you, you get to watch me being fucked, and then get to fuck me when I'm all-sexed up and my pussy hot and full of cum. And get to fuck young David from the mailroom too as soon as we can.'

'It's a deal. You've got me so randy I could fuck you right now.'

'I know! I can feel you are! Let's join the mile high club. Follow me along to the toilets, darling.'  

He gave her a two minute start and then made his way up the gangway, holding a hand loosely in front of himself to hide the tent. The door opened, unlocked, and there she was, sitting on the loo (the lid down), legs apart, and playing with her clit. She made a grab for him, and while he was clicking the lock down had his belt undone and his trousers and pants down, his cock in her mouth. He held her head between his hands, fingers sliding in her silky black hair as she bobbed up and down on him. Amazingly this was still the first time she had sucked him: it occurred to him that she had already sucked more than three men  since her amazing transformation from prissy prig to randy harlot!

The memory of her sucking a huge black cock in the launch was still a great turn on, and he knew he would have difficulty controlling himself. At that moment her hands on his arse moved to his anus, and he felt her finger enter. That was too much, and despite himeslf he came in her mouth.

Fiona had been enjoying sucking this vigourous cock, but was promising herself a good hard shagging, having worked out she could lean against the sink and jut her arse out to take it from behind. But suddenly her mouth was filled with cum and she knew that fucking would have to be later in the flight! She wanted him to feel good, though, and smiled at him as she licked her lips where a few threads of cum had slipped out. 'Thank you, darling. That was lovely. Now you go back and I'll follow in a minute or two.'

That minute or two was filled with more masturbation, and finally a nice little orgasm. She slipped her thong, rather damp now, into her purse and made her way back down the aisle.

A few rows before hers there was a big black guy in the aisle seat. He was clearly a politician or perhaps a businessman, with his well-groomed look and charcoal grey 3-piece suit: his barrel chest certainly filled that waistcoat, and put her in mind of the two sailors from the night before. And this guy guessed what she had been up to with her man in the toilets, as was apparent from the meaning smile and then a wink. She looked him straight in the face, smiled, made a tiny beckoning movement, turned about and made and made her way back towards the toilet. He allowed her to move away for about a minute, admiring her cute butt as it moved under the light, very short skirt, and especially her long, tanned legs. Mostly he preferred black, or at least brown girls to these rather willowy and pallid whities, but this one was special! Her arse was nicely jutting, inviting use, and her tits were going to be as good as any of his athletic little island girls. He got up from his seat as she let herself into the cubicle, and followed on.

As he opened the door, unlocked, he was greeted by the sight of that perfect, jutting arse naked, and she was just pulling her top up over hear head to reveal her perfect bosom. He locked the door behind him, took off his jacket and hung it on the door-hook, undid the button at his waist, unzipped, and allowed his trousers to fall to his ankles. Once free of his pants his cock seemed huge to her, framed black against the white of his boxers, as she looked over her shoulders. She bent over the sink, as she had intended to for her husband if he had not come too quickly and spoiled it, jutted her bum out, wiiggled it, and said in a low whisper, 'Come and get some, big boy!'

They were the only words spoken as he stretched her cheeks apart with large, strong hands, wiped his knob in her wet pussy.... no need for any lube here, he thought.... and with one push was in her up to his balls. She gave a little squeak as her cunt was suddenly stretched by his weapon. In complete silence he fucked her so the only sound was the squelch of his cock sliding through her juices and little panting moans from Fiona, who would dearly loved to cry out loud. She felt his hands on her tits: she had always known that she had good breasts, but had not realised just how wonderful they were until the night before, when they had been almost worshipped by her new lovers. This guy too was feeling them, stroking them, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, and adding to the excitement in her pussy as her orgasm approached like a train in the tunnel. He was suddenly aware that she was masturbating while he was fucking her: of course his cock could not rub on her clit from behind. Almost roughly he pulled her hand away from her cunt and used his own thumb and index finger to rub and pull at her little nub. This triggered her and with a series of deep, almost barkingj grunts she came, and he felt her pussy even wetter.

He had increased his speed while she was coming, and now as her orgasm faded away again he returned to the steady, powerful thrusts he had started with, hands on her tits again.

This time it took only seconds, and she did not need to stimulate her clitoris: she just came off even more powerfully.

And still he fucked her, bringing her to two more climaxes before he listened to her pleas and came himself.

Still wordless, he pulled out, wiped his cock on a paper towel, pulled up his trousers, put his jacket on. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled a card from his wastcoat pocket and laid it on the sink beside the dishevelled and panting brunette.

It took Fiona a few minutes to make herself civilised again, and she still felt a bit unsteady as she made her way back to the seat, where her husband looked at her enquiring.

'I met a nice guy!' She handed him the card.

'Good address. Must be well-heeled. Attractive?'

'If you like big, strong black men, yes, darling.'

He made room for her to sit at the window as she liked.

'I'm looking forward to watching you with Sir Jasper, Fiona.'

'Mmm. I don't think he'll want sex with you, Roy. Not the type I think. But I'm sure the mailroom lad will. I'm really looking forward to seeing you two together. I don't know which was the sexier, you fucking the Brazilian boy, or Jamie fucking you. Anyway, I got really horny. Hey! If he's good, I mean good for both of us, when I'm Manager Human Resources I'll get the boy into your sales team: then we should be able to have him whenever we want.'

'Great. I'm looking forward to the next few months, darling. But now let's try to sleep a bit: I'm knackered!


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