by David Black
Afterwards she wanted to take a nap. She drifted off right away. I tried to fall asleep but couldn’t make myself. Too many questions raced through my mind.
Would our sex life ever be the same?
Was she imagining that guy from the beach when she was slamming that massive dildo into her pussy?
Why did I cum so fast?
. . . What if my five inches just wasn’t enough for her?
After 10 or 15 minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I put my shorts back on and went down to the hotel bar.
I ordered a beer and a shot of rum. I downed the shot and quickly chugged the beer.
I motioned to the bartender and he brought me another beer and refilled my shot glass. I drank those a little slower.
As I finished them, I was starting to calm down. I tried to sort out my feelings. By the time I finished my third round, I had made up my mind as to what I was going to do.
Amy was awake when I got back to the room.
“Where did you go?” she asked.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I said. “I went down to the bar.”
“How much did you drink?” she asked.
“A lot.” I sat down on the bed next to her.
“I can tell,” she laughed.
I was quiet for a minute.
“I’m sorry I have a small cock,” I blurted out.
“What?! . . . You don’t have a small cock.”
“Fine. I’m sorry I don’t have a big one.”
“I don’t care about that,” she said.
“Yeah, but I’m sorry my cock doesn’t make you cum the way that big toy does.”
“It’s just a sex toy babe. A high speed vibrator would make me cum harder than any man could.”
“I bet that guy from the beach could make you cum that hard . . .” I said.
“Look,” she pleaded, “I’m sorry I took the picture with him. I’m sorry he put my hand on his cock.”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” I said. “ . . . I think you should take him up on his offer.”
“What offer?” she asked.
“I think you should fuck him.”
“What?!”
“I don’t want you to remember our honeymoon as the week you turned him down.”
“. . . You can’t be serious,” she said.
“I am. I want you to.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous?” she asked.
“I can handle it.”
She was quiet for a minute.
“You’d REALLY be okay with it?” she asked.
I nodded.
“ . . . I’ll tell you what,” she said softly. “If you let me fuck him, I’ll let you do anything you want to me, while we are here.”
“. . . Anything?” I asked.
“Anything.”
“Can I cum on your face?”
She nodded. My cock twitched.
“You could even fuck my ass,” she whispered.
“Seriously?” I asked. She had always told me that she would never do anal.
“You wanna fuck my tight ass?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, breathing hard.
“Your cock would feel HUGE back there,” she said with a little smirk.
I could feel my cock flexing in my shorts.
“Would that be worth it?” she asked.
I nodded. She reached over and rubbed her hand across the tent in my shorts.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I nodded again. Amy reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. She pulled my shorts down. She smiled as she squirted a huge amount of lube into the palm of her hand.
I gasped from the cold and the excitement as she slathered it all over my cock. When my dick was well coated and thoroughly slippery she got on all fours.
“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said in a low voice.
I positioned myself behind her. The head of my cock brushed against her asshole. My heart was pounding. I worshipped her ass, and she had always insisted it was off the table. One little push and I would have it. And I would seal a bargain that would mean her pussy would soon be stretched by a massive Jamaican cock.
I shoved my cock into her.
“Aahh!” she yelped. “Slow down, you feel massive.”
I went slow. I pushed the first few inches of my cock into her then pulled out again. Her asshole was so tight. She whimpered as I thrust in and out of her slowly, pushing a little further in each time.
“Holy fuck,” she panted.
I pushed until I finally had the very last of my cock buried in her ass.
“Oh jesus, baby,” she said.
I gripped her thick, perfect booty and started to thrust in and out of her faster.
“Mnh, nnh, unh,” she moaned.
“You like that?” I asked.
“ . . . nnh-huh,” she whimpered.
One of her hands reached back and rubbed at her clit while I fucked her ass.
“You gonna cum while I fuck your ass?”
She moaned an affirmative.
I fucked her ass hard. After a minute she was shaking so bad that she had to put her hand back down on the bed.
I pounded her ass for all I was worth. She slumped forward, burying her face in the pillows.
I kept slamming into her while she screamed into the pillows.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. I thrust into her ass a few more times and then I pulled out and erupted. The first blast was a direct hit on her asshole. I decorated her ass with the rest.
She laid there motionless for a time, just whimpering. I stared down at her cum-splattered ass and felt better. Even if some random black man was going to fuck her later with his freakishly large cock.
When Amy had recovered a little we both took a shower to clean up.
“You wanna find something to eat?” she asked me.
I nodded. I probably needed something in my stomach.
We found a little restaurant and grabbed a bite to eat. Amy had a couple drinks. I stuck to water.
“You want to go see if we can find him?” I asked when we had finished.
She nodded.
“Boy this honeymoon has taken a weird turn, hasn’t it?” she said as we made our way down the beach.
“No joke.”
I took her hand in mine.
“ . . . Don’t let him fuck your ass. Okay?” I said.
“Are you kidding?” she asked. “That would physically break me,” she laughed.
“Good.”
We found him easily enough. He was sitting at the beachfront bar of the hotel he had pointed out to us. He had swim trunks on this time and was drinking a glass of rum on the rocks.
A sly grin appeared on his face when he noticed us.
“Hey! Friends!” he said. He motioned for us to sit down. Amy took the stool next to him, and I sat on the other side of her.
“You came back,” he said.
Amy nodded.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
“Sure,” Amy said.
The bartender brought over the drinks.
“Did you change your mind?” he asked.
Amy and I both froze. Eventually I nodded slowly.
“Excellent!” he said.
We chatted with him for a while. His name was Jeremy and he was actually a lawyer in Montego Bay, which was a few hours away. By the time we ordered a second round, he had his hand on Amy’s thigh.
A band was playing nearby. The sound was sort of reggae-inspired rock ‘n’ roll.
“Do you mind if I ask your wife to dance?” he said to me.
“. . . Um . . . No. I mean no, I don’t mind.”
He turned to Amy.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” she said.
He took her hand and led her over to the dance floor. After a minute or two, he pulled her body up against his. Her eyes got wide. I’m sure she could feel his massive cock pressing against her through his shorts. One of hi
s hands slid down her back and cupped her thick ass. She didn’t pull away.
My heart raced. Another man was groping and grinding against my wife in front of a crowd of people. My hand shook as I reached for my beer.
After two more songs, he led her back to the bar.
“I have a bottle of wine back in my room,” Jeremy said.
“Great,” Amy said.
I swallowed.
We collected our drinks, and he led us back to his room. When we got there he opened the bottle of wine and poured out three glasses. I took a seat in one of the two chairs in the room. He motioned for Amy to sit next to him on the bed.
He sipped his wine as she slowly crossed the room and sat down next to him. Casually, he took her hand and slid it inside his shorts.
I felt short of breath.
Amy stared at him, frozen. Then she slowly started to move her hand.
It was a few minutes before she hazarded a glance my direction. Our eyes locked briefly as she stroked him inside his shorts. Then she looked back at him again.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded.
He leaned in and kissed her. His hand cradled the back of her head and his tongue parted her lips. Their lips parted but only barely so.
“Do you wanna see it?” he asked.
Amy nodded again, breathing heavy.
Jeremy got to his feet. He pulled his shorts down and freed his cock.
He was massive. Well over a foot long. Its head hung less than an inch from Amy’s face.
“Kiss it,” he said.
After a moment of hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the huge head of his cock.
“You think you can fit it in your mouth?” he asked.
“. . . I don’t know.” she said.
“Why don’t you give it a try?”
She opened her mouth wide. He was so thick, she couldn’t get much more than the head in her mouth.
“Oh yeah . . . move your tongue in there,” he said.
I leaned back in my chair, my heart pounding. I tried to sort out my feelings. My cock was rock hard. I felt jealous but not as much as I thought I would.
I could tell that Amy was moving her tongue back and forth in her mouth. After a minute she gave up and took her mouth off. With one hand just below the head and the other holding his heavy balls, she started to lick up and down his tremendous length.
He bent down a little. He spread her legs apart and pulled her bikini to the side. Then he pushed one of his fingers all the way inside her. Amy exhaled sharply but kept licking.
Jeremy turned his head and looked at me.
“She’s fucking drenched.”
He slid his finger in and out of her as she licked and stroked him.
“Lay back,” he said.
Amy did and he got to his knees beside the bed. She let out a gasp as his mouth found her pussy. His tongue licked up and down her slit and then pushed deeper into her.
“Mmmnnh,” she uttered, holding a hand to her breast.
My cock flexed in my shorts at the sight of another man’s face buried in my wife’s pussy.
Jeremy’s fingers found her clit and soon I watched him bring her to orgasm.
When her moans slowed, Jeremy climbed onto the bed. His heavy cock laid across her stomach. She was still panting as he pressed the massive head against the wet lips of her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered and her head fell back against the bed.
Jeremy pushed more and more of his thick cock into her. Amy made a whining sound and drew short staccato breaths.
“Fuck it is big!” she moaned.
I rubbed at my cock through my shorts. He had almost half of his massive dick inside her. He started slowly fucking her. Amy sounded like she was going to hyperventilate.
“Oh jesus!” she gasped.
It didn’t take long before she was cumming again. Amy screamed and moaned but Jeremy just pushed his thumb down against her clit and kept sliding his huge cock in and out of her.
After that point it became hard to tell where one orgasm ended and another began. I rubbed at my erection through my shorts. I tried to stifle a groan as spurt after spurt drenched the front of my shorts.
I was afraid he might finish soon. I wanted to be hard again when they got done so I pulled my limp cock out and stroked it furiously, trying to get hard again.
It turned out not to be an issue. Jeremy’s Massive black cock didn’t stop pounding my wife’s pussy for another 45 minutes. Amy hardly stopped screaming the entire time.
Finally, he pulled out. He tore his condom off. After another minute of stroking he erupted, spraying a huge cumshot all over Amy’s stomach and tits.
She laid there panting, and he collapsed next to her.
I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed. I knelt beside her. Leaning down, I gave her a peck on the lips.
“I love you,” I said.
She was still short of breath but I pushed my cock between her lips anyways.
She laid there while I pushed my cock in and out of her mouth. After several thrusts my cock started twitching and pumping semen down her throat. When I finally pulled out, her mouth hung open, my cum spilling from her lips.
Jeremy found her a towel. Before we left he made sure we knew he would be happy to fuck Amy anytime while we were here.
She was so worn out that I carried her most of the way back to our hotel.
As I walked down the beach with Amy in my arms, we could hear the waves gently rolling in. The moonlight sparkled on the water.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked.
“Thank you,” she said, resting her head against my shoulder. “You’re the best husband a girl could ask for. If you keep letting me fuck cocks like that, you can keep doing whatever you want to me.”
I picked up the pace a little. There were a few more things I wanted to do to my exhausted bride before I let her fall asleep.
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