Shivering, he leaned down and swiped his dick through the sticky mess in her cunt. “I’m not going to last long.”
“I know you’re not. I could hear the excitement in your voice every time you gave him orders.”
He put the slick head of his cock against her anus and pushed slowly. It opened around him and his domed head slipped inside. He heard her exhale, and he eased himself deeper. Closing his eyes, he marvelled at the snugness. He withdrew slightly and pushed in again.
Karen groaned and rocked beneath him. “Reach round and put your hand under me. Don’t do anything with it, I just want to grind my clit against it.”
Nigel did as instructed, conscious of Michael’s cum coating his fingers. As Karen began to move on his hand, he moved with her, pushing his cock further into her depths.
She was breathless. “D-don’t hold back. We’re not… making love. Just treat me like he did. Use my body to get yourself off. Make me your cum-bucket.”
Her final line tipped him over the edge. He gritted his teeth and exploded, all the tension of the last hour flooding from him with the surge of cum he fired into her bowels.
She moved faster on his hand, her short gasps becoming grunts. As she came, her muscles spasmed, gripping him tighter. With his free hand he pinched her nipple, making her cry out and writhe.
When she finally stilled, he eased out of her and released the knots.
Karen rolled over and kissed his cheek. “I can’t believe you tied me up and brought someone else in.”
“Are you angry?”
“No, of course not, though it’s disconcerting.”
“Disconcerting?”
“Yeah, disconcerting, not knowing what he looks like. He could sit across from me at breakfast and I’d never know he’d fucked me. Reminds me of the time there was a power cut at a student party and I fucked a guy in a dark bedroom. I never found out who it was.”
Nigel felt his jaw drop.
Karen scratched his chest, grinning wickedly. “Or maybe I’m just teasing you….”
He waited for her to clarify she was joking, but she just smiled at him.
A warmth ran through his lower body. “Maybe we should re-visit tales from your early love life. You can tell me all the dirty details about what you did before we met.”
She nuzzled his neck. “But that’d just make you horny.”
“Yep. And then I’d use you again as a cum-bucket.”
She giggled. “Thought you’d like that.”
“Like I said, when it comes to dirty talk, you’re a natural.”
“Actually, I lifted that line from a dirty book.”
They lay in silence for a few minutes, then she turned to him. “Are you hungry?”
“Not particularly. You?”
She shook her head. “Let’s clean up and have an early night.”
“Okay.” He eased himself off the bed. “You run the bath, I’ll have a quick shower and pour us a drink.”
Ten minutes later, they were relaxing in the bath, Karen resting back against his chest. She finally asked the question he’d been waiting for. “How did you get Michael?”
“I sat next to him in the bar and told him my ball-busting wife wouldn’t have sex with me until I’d found a stranger to fuck her.”
She dug her nails into his thigh. “Tell me the truth.”
“No. You demanded fresh cock, and I delivered. End of discussion.”
Karen nodded, took a sip of her rum and coke, then turned to look at him. “But it must have been awkward, asking someone…”
“Not really. He was ugly as fuck.”
She giggled. “Thank God I was wearing a blindfold, then.” She flashed another wicked smile. “His cock felt handsome.”
He laughed. “Well, your cosmopolitan cunt should know all about that. It’s had cocks from America, Chile and Canada in the last few days.”
“Yeah, and some old guy keeps shoving an English one into me, as well.”
“You’re welcome.”
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Chapter Seven
Already dressed for dinner, Nigel read his phone on the couch while waiting for Karen to get ready. They’d decided to mark their penultimate night on the island with a meal at a little restaurant in town.
When Karen came out of the bedroom, he felt his throat constrict. She wore a white lace dress with a fitted waist, and white heeled sandals. The dress was sleeveless and short, putting much of her toned and incredibly tanned body on show. She’d put on more eyeliner and mascara than usual, making her big brown eyes look even bigger. She’d also used the same red lip gloss as she’d worn for Michael’s visit.
“You look…” He shook his head, almost speechless. “You look fabulous.”
She smiled. “Thank you, kind sir.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you braless?”
“Yes, but I’ve got an elasticated bodice on. Hopefully that’ll keep my tits out of the soup.”
Laughing, he stood and kissed her cheek. “On the plus side, the lack of support means all the wrinkles have been pulled from your face.”
She slugged him in the gut. “Bastard.”
As they were shown to their private table at the restaurant overlooking the harbour, Nigel noticed many of the men stealing glances at Karen. The food was excellent, and the setting much more intimate than the brightly lit hotel restaurant. They chatted about getting back home and seeing the girls, and also about the possibility of a half-term break in the Canaries.
“So,” he said, smiling. “What’s your favourite part of this holiday?”
“The foursome with Cody and Charlotte. What about you?”
“Seeing the stingrays.”
She kicked him beneath the table, but there was affection in the way she rolled her eyes. “When shall we book a city break?”
“We have another two nights here. Maybe we should concentrate on those first?”
She sighed dramatically. “God, you’re so demanding.”
He chuckled. “So, while you were getting dressed earlier, the idea of picking up another man tonight never crossed your mind?”
She opened her mouth. Shut it again.
Nigel laughed. “See?” He sipped his beer. “I’m not the one who’s demanding.”
They finished their dinner and wandered out onto the street, stopping in the first bar they came to. Karen chose a cocktail, and Nigel stuck to beer. They sat at a small table and flirted.
“Men are looking at you,” he whispered.
“Hmm, I’d noticed.”
“They’re imagining taking you back to their rooms and fucking you.” He nudged her shoulder with his. “How does that make you feel?”
Pretending to ignore him, she took a prim sip of her cocktail and then slowly crossed her legs. To Nigel’s amusement, most men in the bar seemed to notice.
At the next bar, Nigel and Karen found a table on the small patio at the rear and played a game where Nigel pointed out potential men for Karen to seduce. She then speculated on what their sex would involve.
“The one with the red shirt.”
“He looks like a schoolteacher. He’d spank me then bend me over a desk and do me from behind.”
He cleared his throat, not allowing himself to dwell on that in public. He nodded discreetly towards the next table. “Hawaiian shirt.”
“Too fat for missionary, and he’s missing several teeth. I’d ride him reverse cowboy.”
“Dreadlocks.”
“We’d smoke some dope and fuck for hours in a seedy club while other people copulated all around us.”
Nigel was just about to point out a guy in red and white stripes when he recognised him from the hotel. He leaned over to Karen and murmured, “Isn’t that the waiter you fancy? In the group by the door, with the striped shirt?”
Karen followed his gaze to the group of five young black men chatting and laughing. “Yes! That’s Clifton.”
She squinted at the other lads in the group. “I recognise a couple of the others, too. They probably all work together.”
Nigel drained his beer and passed her the empty bottle. “While you think of your dream fantasy shag with Clifton, go and get me another drink. Let’s see if he recognises you with your clothes on.”
She shot him a mock glare, took the glasses, and headed across the small, cobbled patio. Clifton had his back to her, but several in his group noticed her pass by. Nigel’s imagination kicked into overdrive as Karen disappeared into the bar. Men would be looking at her, smiling. Maybe a couple would approach her. The possibilities made him shiver.
When Karen finally emerged with their drinks, he saw her stop by Clinton, smiling. He’d recognised her. After a few minutes of obvious flirting, Karen returned to the table and put their drinks down.
“Well?” Nigel prompted. “Have you had a think about what would happen?”
“He’d fuck me slowly, and I’d come quickly.”
“So, is Clifton the one you want tonight?”
She held his gaze hopefully. “I think he’d be a perfect end to this holiday, don’t you?”
Nigel thought about her getting fucked by an athletic black man half her age. He nodded, a little giddy.
“So,” she said. “How do we separate him from his friends?”
“Why bother separating them?” he joked. “Just have them all.”
Eyes wide, Karen looked away abruptly. Her rapid reaction made him go cold. “Karen, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, why?”
“When I suggested taking them all—and I wasn’t entirely serious, you know—you looked a little… weird. I got the impression you may have done it before.”
“What? Of course I haven’t.” She almost snatched up her drink and hid her face behind it.
“Karen, we have no secrets. You can tell me anything, even it if you think it’ll hurt me.”
“Seriously, I’ve never done it before. Stop worrying. The only times I’ve taken more than one man at once, you were there.” She gulped, her cheeks tinged pink. “It’s just something I used to think about.”
“When?”
“When I was younger.”
His cock stiffened. “You used to think about taking on several men at once?” When she didn’t reply, he reached across for her hand. “Tell me.”
She bit her lip. “I used to imagine being taken by several men.”
“In a gangbang?”
She gave a tiny nod. “I’d be on a bed, and they’d take turns. One after the other. But rather than fucking me until they came, they’d fuck me for a while, then let someone else take his turn. Then another.”
Nigel’s legs were shaking. “So… they never come?”
“Yes, but not until I’m completely satiated. Then they’d each finish in me, one after the other.”
He was a little breathless. His pulse surged in his ears. “And… did you masturbate while you fantasised?”
She snorted. “Did you masturbate when you fantasised about me being a hotwife?”
“I still do.”
“Well then.” She smiled properly at last, no longer looking quite so mortified.
Nigel took a breath. “You’ve already fulfilled my fantasy. Let me give you yours.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m absolutely serious. I’d love to watch you getting teamed by those guys.”
“Nige, there’s no way I could… I mean, there’s five of them.”
“How many did you take in your fantasies?”
She laughed disbelievingly. “Sometimes a dozen, but that wasn’t real. This would be.”
He stared at her, saw her mind working behind her eyes. She wanted this as much as he did, he was sure.
“We couldn’t,” she insisted. “I mean, the logistics alone—”
“Stop talking like a manager.”
She laughed. “You know what I mean. How? Where? And we don’t have the cond—” She blinked, clearly interpreting his expression of exaggerated innocence properly. “You’ve brought the condoms, haven’t you?”
He looked down at her dress, then back into her eyes. He’d brought a pack of emergency tissues with him, too, but chose to keep that unromantic detail to himself.
“Okay then. Tell me how we do this?”
“We let them think it was their idea.”
“Where? I can’t see us all walking through the hotel at this time of night.”
“We’ll play that by ear. But first you need to tell me that it’s what you want. I can’t even begin to think about you feeling pressured into something like this.”
She looked across at the group of men, and finally back into his eyes. She nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You’re a pervert. But fine, I want all those young men to take turns fucking me.” She leaned across the table. “I’ve never had a black cock before, but I’m hoping that tonight I’ll get to have five.”
When he couldn’t answer, she laughed and stood up. “Come on, let’s go fishing.”
Nigel followed her across to the group of men. They were welcomed with friendly faces and warm smiles. The conversation was light and pleasant, with all the young men asking about their holiday so far. One of the guys offered to get more drinks, but Nigel insisted on buying them. He didn’t know what these guys earned at the hotel, but he was sure it wouldn’t be much.
It took him several minutes to get served. By the time he got back outside, Karen seemed more relaxed, animated, laughing loudly as the guys made jokes. He saw her occasionally touch a hand against a chest, or a finger on an arm. Twenty minutes later, the glasses were empty. Karen insisted on buying the next round and Clifton followed to help her carry the drinks.
One of the men was called Clay, and he smiled at Nigel. His expression suggested he was wondering what the two tourists really had in mind.
Nigel decided to be proactive. He looked around the patio. “Is there anywhere near here that’s a little more… private?”
Clay gave him a curious look. “There’s a place that’s not far, down by the beach.”
“The beach?” Nigel couldn’t imagine Karen would like the sand getting in the way.
“Not on it, but near. There are a few shacks. Well, we call them shacks, but they’re just canvas stretched over wooden frames. They’re used by people who want to stay out of the sun.” Clay took a furtive look around, and dipped his voice. “Maybe, after we’ve finished our drinks, we could all go for a walk? I will show you this place.”
Nigel nodded, relieved the guy had cottoned on to their true objective. He moved closer. “I’ll need you to be gentle with her.”
Clay nodded his understanding. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. One at a time, but just for a short while each. Don’t let yourselves get too close, save it until the end.”
“No problem.”
Karen and Clifton returned with drinks. Over the next few minutes, Nigel saw Clay in discreet discussions with each of the men. They all looked enthusiastic and the round was consumed rapidly. Soon the only person with a full glass was Karen. She glanced at the drink, conscious that everyone was waiting for her. She met Nigel’s eyes and nodded.
He took her glass, put it on a nearby table, then led her through the bar and out onto the street. The five young hotel workers spilled out next to them, and Clay led the way along a path by the sea. All the time, Karen squeezed Nigel’s hand tightly.
They’d walked for only a few minutes when the shacks came into view. Six of them stretched in a line, set a few yards apart on a rise overlooking the sea. The tide was in, wavelets breaking just a few yards away from the open fronts of the canvas-covered enclosures. Each had side and rear walls, and a roof. They went to the furthest one. Nigel looked down at the bed in the middle. It was just a wicker frame with a thin mattress on top. There were also a couple of wicker chairs a
nd hessian mats on the floor. Solar-powered fairy-lights hung from the frame, casting a warm yellow glow over the entire space.
Karen eyed the bed.
He saw her swallow and wondered if she was having second thoughts. As she looked at the five dark faces around her, Nigel did the same. He saw eager, lust-filled eyes, then his gaze fell on Clifton, whose expression was different. The lust was still there, but he looked a little disappointed, too. Nigel guessed that this young man had a bit of a crush, and that he’d rather have had Karen to himself.
In the silence that fell, Karen slowly unfastened the buttons at the front of her dress. She slipped it off her shoulders, stepped out of it, and walked over to Nigel, who stood a few feet from the bed. She passed him the dress and stood in just her bodice and heels, holding out her hand for the condoms which he was already retrieving from his pocket. Karen held his gaze for a second, her lips curling in a smile that seemed meant only for him, then moved to the foot of the bed. Her dark nipples were clearly visible beneath the white bodice, as was the dark triangle of her pubic hair.
She held up the pack of condoms for the men to see, then reached back and dropped it onto the corner of the mattress. After one final glance in Nigel’s direction, she opened her legs and unfastened the three press-studs at the crotch of her bodice. Then she slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Finally, she sat.
Nigel heard a chorus of gasps and murmurs, and it was no surprise to him that Clay was the first man to step forward. He quickly discarded his t-shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest and powerful arms and shoulders. He then bent and pushed off his jogger-bottoms, and Nigel got his first-ever view of an erect black cock.
It was huge—even bigger than Sean’s. Nigel stole a glance at Karen’s face. She was staring at Clay’s cock, too, though she didn’t seem as concerned about her wellbeing as he was.
Clay fitted the latex sheath. The pale yellow rubber didn’t reach much further than halfway up his length.
As Clay stepped between Karen’s parted knees, she lay back on the bed but kept her feet on the floor. pumped himself a couple of times with his hand, then leaned his knees against the bed and pointed his cock between her spread thighs.
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