Having A Swinging Adventure On Vacation
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Let me just say that I had never really had a threesome before all this happened. I also can't say that I thought about my wife, or my girlfriends before that with other men either. After what happened to us last year though, I don't really know...I had what you would call a totally normal relationship with my wife Jennifer. Boring name, I know, but not a boring girl. We had gotten married soon after I turned 24, and I was working on Wall Street. I was doing really well, and my wife was totally hot, so I considered myself a lucky guy. After I got a promotion I decided to take us both on a vacation in the Caribbean...everything seemed to be going great, at least until we took this vacation.
I suppose I should introduce myself and my wife. We met during the senior year of college and clicked right away. I'm about 5'9, slim and toned, with brown hair and eyes. My name's Jon and I keep in shape by swimming and playing racquetball with friends before work. My wife, Jen, though, is a REAL bombshell. She's only about an inch shorter than me and she's got legs up to her neck. She's in really great shape because she does yoga and swimming (like me). Firm breasts, bigger than medium sized, but not huge either, a GREAT ass, and every part of her curvy body's toned. Jennifer has long, very dark red hair that extends below her shoulders, but unlike most redheads, who are pale, she's got a great deep tan that looks amazing over her few freckles and contrasts against her smoky green eyes. I think she's a hotter version of Lohan. I loved her shaved pussy and we were the envy of every bar and restaurant we hit when we went out.
Anyway, my wife is in advertising and after my promotion she took a break and we decided to go to the Caribbean. The first few days went great, we fucked nonstop as soon as we got there. We would spend the night fucking in every position on the bed and off it, then sleep in, fuck again, then eat room service, and finally we'd head out and usually lounge around the pool or the beach for half the day. At night we'd hit a bar or something, then come back to the hotel and start the whole thing again. The weather was great and I had reserved a premium suite for us, so we had a huge bedroom with balcony overlooking the ocean and everything.
One day we were lying on the beach reading when I noticed my wife looking at a group of college guys playing beach volleyball. I looked back and forth then smiled at her,
"Stop checking out the minors, perv," I said and winked at her.
Jen just smiled and went back to her reading but when I looked up again I saw she had a pursed-lip smile and sort of shrugged her shoulders. When I looked back to the frat guys I could definitely see she was trading looks with one of them in particular. Actually he really stood out in the group. All the guys were strapping athletic types, but this guy was just totally jacked. He was not gross like a bodybuilder, but he DID have like almost every single muscle defined, really toned, with an eight-pack, broad chest and shoulders, and fit thighs. I guess he just had the body that all guys try to shoot for. Also, he was in the sun, and had worked up a sweat that made his tan muscles glisten in the light. This all contrasted with his light blond hair...I suppose this guy was also pretty handsome, and had a kind of movie-star face. He stood about 6'2.
Eye-candy, I thought, and let my wife keep at it...hey, I stared at all the hot babes on the beach, why shouldn't she have her fun too? Still, I DID think that they traded winks and smiles for a little bit too long though...and right under my nose! I shrugged it off as amusing and went back to reading. I looked back at my wife, and could see what this guy found appealing...she was wearing a neon-green bikini that barely covered her ample breasts, heaving and bronzed in the sun. Her fit waist gleamed sexily with small beads of sweat, below that was her hips strapped by her green striped bikini thong, and then long, long tan legs that went on forever. Eventually the guys left though and after a swim Jen and I went to take a nap.
Later that night after dinner we went out to a local bar full of tourists, some middle aged, some young like us. The whole place was loud, with music and loud talk and movement all around. There was a dance floor, but it was mostly for older couples, so we didn't join. After a couple of drinks I could see Jen was getting all bothered up like she usually did...while we were talking she rubbed up against me and licked my ear. But a few minutes later while we were still talking and sort of making out I noticed that the frat guys from earlier had walked in and were now sitting at the bar next to us, generally making a ruckus, horsing around, and having fun. My wife turned to look at them. She was wearing a short cream-colored night dress that came down halfway her thighs and left her back exposed...and it was really sexy cuz it contrasted with her dark red hair and tan. I noticed she caught the glance of the tall blond jock from earlier, and she kept looking his way while we talked. A few minutes later this guy just up and comes right next to us, though, leaving his buddies behind.
"Hey," he said to my wife.
"Hey," she answered.
I tried to join in and say hibut he had already started talking to her, ignoring me completely. I thought that this would annoy Jen too, but to my surprise she just kept talking to him. The guy towered over her, and, I have to admit, over me too...at 6'2 he nicely filled out a black T-shirt and jeans with the body we had admired earlier at the beach. His blond hair stood in contrast to his tan, handsome face, a bit longer in the front than in the back. I suddenly caught myself. What the hell was happening here? Was I just admiring this guy who was blantantly hitting on my wife right in front of me? And she was joining in to boot? I couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise, so I just turned and started to have my drink. When the guy turned to talk to his friends for a sec my wife turned to me,
"Having fun?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Oh cut it out Jon," she said, smiling. "Brad's just bored with his buddies and wanted to have a chat. You don't mind, do you?"
I shrugged and turned to my drink again just as this asshole came back and started speaking to my wife. I suddenly noticed, though, that he kept touching her waist and her arm while he talked her up. I started getting antsy, but a second later Jen turned to me, and looking seductively in my eyes, said, smiling and lowering her voice,
"Jon...ummm...you up for an adventure?"
I didn't like the tone in her voice, but I arched my brows and went along with it,
"Like what."
"Umm..." Jen turned and looked around at Brad, who sort of gave me a wink, "Brad invited me back to his room? But I told him we're here on vacation, and...it wouldn't be fair, so...do you want to invite him to ours and join in?"
WHAT? I couldn't believe it! Here was my wife, not only proposing a threesome with another guy she'd just met, but telling me that he propositioned her and that I could "join in" if I wanted? What the fuck? Anger started boiling up inside me,
"What the fuck are you talking about," I asked her. "No fucking way I'm having a threesome, let's get out of here," and I grabbed her arm, but she resisted and pulled away. I thought she'd get angry, but she only smiled ever more seductively. She turned to Brad,
"So my husband doesn't want to join in," she cooed in a tone that I didn't know if she was fucking joking or what. She smiled but kept looking at me the whole time as she was talking. Then she grabbed this guy's tanned veined forearm, and started walking away.
"I guess it's just you and me," she told him. The guy sort of shrugged at me like it was no big deal, and followed her, putting his arm around her shoulder.
I couldn't believe what was happening! I quickly paid the bill and ran out after them. The guys at the bar were all sniggering among each other, having witnessed the whole humiliating episode. I walked out after them, running, and caught up with them halfway already to our hotel.
"Hey wait up," I said.
They totally ignored me, though, wrapped up in some kind of talk. Finally I was by their side, but Jen didn't even stop to look at me. They took a few more steps while she said something in his ear, then stopped and Jen turned to face me.
"Listen Jon, we're on vacation and it's time to have adventures, experience new things, and expand our horizons," she told me, still kind of drunk. "Like I said, you can come along if you like, but you had better behave yourself. We can all have fun," she added.
"But..."
"No buts, Jon," she said, smiling, but still firm. "Well..at least not yet...I want you to meet Brad and shake hands with him to show there are no hard feelings. Then the three of us will go in for a wild time. OK? I would do it for you, stop acting out."
What could I do? I was angry, but kind of drunk myself, and, well, I have to admit, the whole situation, though driving me nuts, was also making me a little horny. Absentmindedly, I put my hand out to Brad and he engulfed it in his stronger hand. He gave me a casual but firm shake,
"Hey dude," he said, carelessly, "Relax, it's cool, let's all have a good time."
Yeah, easy for him to say. He had all but taken my wife back to the hotel alone right in front of me. Brad put his strong arm back around my wife and they walked two paces in front of me, while I trailed behind. What the fuck was going on? I mean, I should have stopped this guy and beaten the crap out of him, or tried to...but I knew I would lose. That's the thing, his size and muscles kind of intimidated me, as well as Jen's nonchalant behavior about the whole thing...but there was something else too. I found myself entranced by the way his black shirt fit around the muscles in his back, playing as he walked, and also by Jen's bare back, swaying sexily in front of me. Eventually we all got to the hotel, a bungalow-type thing actually. We all went in.
Once inside Jen threw her purse on the couch and took a seat. I made drinks while the two of them talked some more. Brad tried to make a move to kiss her, but Jen sort of pushed him away, opened her eyes wide and mouthed "wait." Once we were all drinking Jen sort of looked both of us up and down and said,
"Let's make this interesting." We all remained silent for a sec. "I want you guys to fight for me. Winner gets my pussy first."
WHAT? I couldn't believe Jennifer's mind worked this way...she had never talked like that before. Brad smiled. He seemed to be into it.
"Um...look, I think, uh," Jennifer smiled at me in a superior way as she saw me mumble, "um, I think a threesome could be fun and stuff but what's the point..."
"Oh come on Jon, play along. It's hotter like this."
Jennifer wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders while she spoke. She was acting like a total slut! I should have walked out of there right then. But then Brad would have her all to himself...also, I have to admit I was getting turned on, especially when Brad stood up and pulled his tight black T over his head, revealing all his rippling muscles. He looked like he could be a Men's Health model...all defined ridges, an eight-pack, broad shoulders, no hair, tan, jacked muscles but not gross like a bodybuilder...what the fuck was wrong with me looking at a guy like that!
Brad slipped out of his flip-flops and shucked off his shorts as well, revealing his muscular thighs, and remaining only in a pair of white CK briefs that stood out against his tan skin.
"Mmmm...I LIKE," cooed Jen, my slutty wife. "Come on, Jon take it off. Oh and I want you guys to wrestle," she said, matter-of-factly.
Uneasy, I took off my shirt and bermuda shorts as Brad and my wife traded smalltalk...
"Your hubby's got a pretty tight bod, gonna be a challenge," said Brad, in an exaggerated, sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, I bet," said Jen, drunk and loud. "Come on Jon, don't be a wimp, fight for your woman..."
For some reason Jen's weird demeanor, her hot body still in the tight white dress, Brad's rippling muscles and the whole humiliating scene made me hard. They were quick to notice this, and Jen started the cat-calls,
"Ooooh...Jonnyboy's ready to go! Wow! Keep at it, but you'll have to win me though..."
Brad and I squared off in the middle of the living room in this absurd, primitive scene where we'd have to fight for first dibs at a girl...MY wife though! I don't know why the hell I was going along with this. Anyway, the result was worse than I could have expected. Brad towered over me and teased me and played around with me...I grabbed him and tried to trip him, but it was like trying to wrestle with a tree or a wall.
"Wow...wow...almost...almost there dude...you got me now..." he kept taunting me, with my wife snickering in the background.
The most embarassing thing was that the fighting, plus having to rub and grapple Brad's muscular hot body had me harder than ever. Brad noticed this and started snapping the edge of my underwear.
"Yo, I think hub's getting off more on rubbing up against me and stuff than thinking about your tight pussy..." he said, and Jen laughed.
I couldn't believe this! Did this guy...sure we were about to have a threesome, but did he just refer to my wife's pussy as tight? My anger was changed and just stoked when Brad started snapping two fingers against my hard cock, bouncing inside my boxer shorts.
"Come on gayboy, don't you have any play man...jeez...what a fucking loser..."
I didn't know what to do! I was angry as hell, my face was burning red, and yet I had never been more turned on. Anger finally got the better of me, and I lunged up, jabbing Brad in the jaw. I don't think he was expecting that. The room remained quiet for about twenty seconds, and I knew I was in trouble.
In one move he had me on the floor on my belly, twisting the hell out of my right arm behind my back.
"WRESTLING, dipshit, we're supposed to wrestle..." Brad said as he jabbed my arm again and landed his knee into my back, drawing out a long shriek from my belly.
"You wanna streetfight, I'll show you, fucking pussy," Brad continued.
He manhandled me until I was on my back and gave me two rough punches to the stomach, his powerful biceps and shoulders contracting with the strength of the blows. The force of being hit drew my breath out. When Brad stood up, I lay at his feet, still out of breath, while he looked over me, his body relaxed, looming like a conqueror.
"That's what you get for being a pussy wimp and breaking the rules, man," Brad said. "Looks like your wife's enjoying the show."
I looked over at Jen and coulnd't believe my eyes. Her sexy white dress lay crumpled at the foot of the couch. Her naked, tan body lay cuddled on the couch, her long legs curled up, her firm breasts heaving, while she was playing with her clit under her blue and black thong panties. She was looking at Brad. I looked back up at him, and even though he had reduced me to mush at his feet, I became so hard I almost shot in my boxers...his ridged ab muscles lead up to a chiseled chest heaving still with exertion in the light of the living room. He had built up a light sheen of sweat like on the beach earlier that day, that made his body glow. His handsome face was not angry, just nonchalant and kind of pleased. Slowly he put his thumbs under the waistband of his white briefs and shucked them down. They fell two inches from my face and Brad proceeded to kick them away.
I heard Jen heave with delight when Brad did this, and soon I saw why. His cock, still soft, was larger than mine was hard. It wasn't just the length...but it was so THICK! It hung down—no tan lines on this guy—veined and meaty. He nudged me with his foot.
"Get up," Brad curtly ordered.
When I hesitated he bent over and shocking me, grabbed me by my hair. In a second this jock that had trounced me in front of my own wife had me by the hair on his knees in front of him. He grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand and all of a sudden a stream of piss unloaded on my face and in my open mouth.
All of a sudden I could hear loud moans coming from my wife on the couch. What the hell was happening?!! I quickly tried to close my mouth.
"Open NOW shithead, if you know what's good for you," Brad barked at me. Before he even finished his order I found myself obeying and he starte pissing in my mouth. "Better not spill a drop, pussy."
Like having no will on my own, and fearing what Brad would do if I disobeyed, I swallowed his hot stream as it landed in my mouth.
"Oh my god Brad, look at Jonnyboy's neck move with you piss..." Jen hissed. "That's so NASTY, oh my god," she continued.
Soon Brad's piss slowed to a trickle, then stopped, then he had me clean his cock of all the drops. It started to grow slowly as I licked the head and sides.
"You fucking pussy, if you EVER so much as touch me again without me telling you to, you'll be eating my shit all day. You got off easy this time, next time I'm breaking your fucking wimpy nose. GOT IT, loser?"
"Yes, Brad," I answered.
Brad cuffed me on the back of the head.
"You call me SIR, dipshit!"
"Yes SIR!" I answered. I had truly lost all dignity.
"Good, now get your faggot mouth off my cock."
I stopped licking Brad's cock and he slapped me a few times in the face with its now hardening, heavy and thick length. Then Brad pushed me away with his kness and I fell on my ass as he approached my wife on the couch. I watched the defined muscles of his back and ass as he walked, relaxed and manly, toward the couch. His body was still covered in sweat, which made all the tan chiseled sinews glow in the light of the living room. I watched as this younger tough jock walked to my wife to claim his prize...he had beaten me so definitely and squarely there was no question who was top dog in the room, and my wife had been there to witness it all, the way he first beat me into mush, and then how I willingly submitted to his superior physical stamina and force to save myself. It was all so primal and clear...and to top it off, it made me hard as hell! I was no longer thinking about it though.
I watched as Brad picked up my wife off the couch without any effort and carried her like a trophy toward our bedroom. I quickly scurried behind, Brad totally ignoring me. Once in the bedroom he threw Jen on the large bed and told her to suck his cock. Jen practically lunged at it, trying deperately to fit her lips around the huge head. She was sitting, legs splayed-out, while Brad stood in front of the bed, his sexy fit body in relaxed pleasure. I watched my wife take more and more of Brad's cock, stuffing its huge girth down her throat, spreading her jaws impossibly. Brad sighed in pleasure, enjoying dipping his cock in her mouth, then grabbed her hair from behind. My wife raised her hands and grabbed the base of Brad's huge cock—there was room for both of them lengthwise, but girthwise, they even fit around—jacking the base. Pretty soon he was fucking her throat, my wife happily complying with this jock stud using her mouth as a pussy. She willingly moved her head back and forth faster and faster, gagging loudly on each in-thrust.
The scene had me so hot that without thinking, I suddenly had an urge...I bent over and started licking this superior athlete's feet and full, muscular calves. This had no effect on Brad, who was just busy fucking my wife's throat on our own bed.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch suck my dick," Brad said in a husky voice. "Suck it, suck it..." he continued, also in a low voice. "Suck my fuckin' cock while your loser husband laps my toes like a dog," Brad said, which caused Jen to squeal with delight.
Pretty soon Jennifer, my sweet wife, started to lick this hunk's balls.
"Jon, go bring me some oil or lotion or something while your wife licks my balls, I wanna be all slick and stuff while I fuck her tight cunt," Brad told me.
I didn't need to be told twice. I was so turned on by his dominant, cocky, careless attitude, I would have done anything he asked. I ended up getting my wish—feeling this hot jock's every muscle in his well-defined torso while I oiled him up, my wife pleasuring his cock and his balls the whole time. As I moved down the small of his back, I started to hear my wife gagging on his huge ramrod again. I oiled Brad's tight, defined ass, without a bit of fat on it, and suddenly asked outright,
"Sir...may I lick your ass, Sir?"
Brad snickered when he heard my question, while my wife squealed again.
"Sure wimp, I guess that's only the right thing to do...go ahead you dumb pussy, lick my ass..."
I started to lick Brad's ass while my wife impaled herself more and more forcefully on his cock, gagging and choking louder and louder.
Finally Brad had had enough. He turned to me and spoke,
"Listen, wimp. I'm about to do you and your wife a favor, even if you don't know it. But you pissed me off earlier when you hit me like a little shit...so if you want me to go on, go ahead...beg me...you know what to do, dipshit..."
Immediately, I started talking,
"Please SIR, don't stop now SIR...thank you for not kicking me around earlier more than was necessary...thank you for letting me lick your superior jock ass, SIR...I almost came when you pissed in my mouth Brad, you are SO much tougher than me, I live to worship your cock SIR, please fuck my wife and let me watch, I beg you SIR, take my wife!"
He ripped my wife's panties off, threw them to the side, and with the athletic moves of a large cat, he threw my wife further down the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, holding his weight on his muscular arms to her sides. Slowly, I watched this younger superior stud work his huge cock in my wife's tight pussy as her tan legs spread out impossibly and she screeched. At first I thought she was in pain, but then I heard her say, or scream,
"Oh my GOOOOD! FUCK! FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT!"
I watched as he took over my wife's pussy with his giant cock, the same way he had earlier taken her mouth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me you fucking stud!"
Brad wasted no time. He started with slow, long methodical strokes, driving Jen to the brink and back. I watched his back muscled contract and expand each time he dove in, and I almost came right there, without touching myself. Then he started really ramming into her, faster, but still with long strokes, so that the whole bed shook and slammed loudly against the wall. This stud had charmed my wife right in front of me, beaten me to a pulp in front of her, pissed in my mouth, and was now claiming his prize, my wife's hot pussy. I looked entranced as his thick cock spread Jen's tight cunt more than ever, and I moved closer...the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, the smell of sweat, was everywhere.
A few seconds later, Brad wrestled my wife on her hands and knees and proceeded to fuck her brains out doggystyle. I watched my wife's beautiful model face contorted in pleasure and pain, her green eyes wild with lust, her firm breasts swaying to and fro below with the force of Brad's powerful athletic thrusts. I looked up to Brad now, his chest, that I had oiled earlier, gleaming in the bedroom, his muscles at work fucking hot twat, the determination of fucking on his face. I started making out with my wife furiously while she was getting fucked, and she bit my lower lip.
"You like that huh?" she asked. "You like seeing your wife get rammed by a real man right in front of you, you little pussyboy? Oh GOD this feels SO good, such a hot stud..."
My wife's words were driving me crazy, and I jacked off. I knew I would cum soon. But Brad had other plans. He twisted and played with my wife's willing body again like she was a rag doll until he was sitting on the bed and she was squatting right above his giant spear-cock. The thing is, he was not aiming it at her pussy! Brad slowly lowered my wife's ass on his cock...Jen emitted first a loud shriek when he busted her cherry ass, then a guttural a****l growl while Brad lowered her on his cock.
The scene that followed was some of the most primal sex I'd ever seen...certainly I had never done anything like this with Jen or any other girl. Brad, however, seemed experienced. He fucked her ass on our bed, ramming her body up and down. Jennifer's hot body looked amazing as she helped Brad raise and lower her on his cock, her beautiful ass impaled shockingly on his monster weapon. The bed slammed and shook and screeched with their violent rutting, the sounds of assfucking and wifefucking filling the air. Their sounds had degenerated into a mix of incomprehensible groans and screams—all coming from Jen—and phrases like "fuck my tight ass," "jock stud," and other sextalk...Brad just kept repeating "fucking hot hole" from time to time. After he came in her ass, Brad grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me lick it clean...I came without touching myself.
They spent the whole night fucking away. In the jacuzzi Brad lay back as Jen first sucked him off then straddled him, put her hands on his chiseled chest, and fucked herself on his cock. Brad told me to lick her ass while she did this, and I, of course, obeyed. I ended up serving them hand and foot (literally) for the rest of the vacation, with Brad pissing in my mouth two more times just for fun. Needless to say, I was allowed nowhere near Jen's pussy. The morning after their wild first fucking I was inaugurated in my role as fluffer, sucking Brad off until he was hard, then inviting him to fuck my wife. This continued throughout the vacation.
After we returned home, our sex life continued as if almost nothing had happened. This surprised me at first. Jen appreciated how much more caring and attentive to her needs I had been since our encounter with Brad, though. A month later, Jen announced that Brad had a college friend that would like to meet us next weekend for another adventure. Brad said his friend was quite the ladies man in college as he could fuck for hours and he's got a 10 inch cock and he's black!
I suppose I should introduce myself and my wife. We met during the senior year of college and clicked right away. I'm about 5'9, slim and toned, with brown hair and eyes. My name's Jon and I keep in shape by swimming and playing racquetball with friends before work. My wife, Jen, though, is a REAL bombshell. She's only about an inch shorter than me and she's got legs up to her neck. She's in really great shape because she does yoga and swimming (like me). Firm breasts, bigger than medium sized, but not huge either, a GREAT ass, and every part of her curvy body's toned. Jennifer has long, very dark red hair that extends below her shoulders, but unlike most redheads, who are pale, she's got a great deep tan that looks amazing over her few freckles and contrasts against her smoky green eyes. I think she's a hotter version of Lohan. I loved her shaved pussy and we were the envy of every bar and restaurant we hit when we went out.
Anyway, my wife is in advertising and after my promotion she took a break and we decided to go to the Caribbean. The first few days went great, we fucked nonstop as soon as we got there. We would spend the night fucking in every position on the bed and off it, then sleep in, fuck again, then eat room service, and finally we'd head out and usually lounge around the pool or the beach for half the day. At night we'd hit a bar or something, then come back to the hotel and start the whole thing again. The weather was great and I had reserved a premium suite for us, so we had a huge bedroom with balcony overlooking the ocean and everything.
One day we were lying on the beach reading when I noticed my wife looking at a group of college guys playing beach volleyball. I looked back and forth then smiled at her,
"Stop checking out the minors, perv," I said and winked at her.
Jen just smiled and went back to her reading but when I looked up again I saw she had a pursed-lip smile and sort of shrugged her shoulders. When I looked back to the frat guys I could definitely see she was trading looks with one of them in particular. Actually he really stood out in the group. All the guys were strapping athletic types, but this guy was just totally jacked. He was not gross like a bodybuilder, but he DID have like almost every single muscle defined, really toned, with an eight-pack, broad chest and shoulders, and fit thighs. I guess he just had the body that all guys try to shoot for. Also, he was in the sun, and had worked up a sweat that made his tan muscles glisten in the light. This all contrasted with his light blond hair...I suppose this guy was also pretty handsome, and had a kind of movie-star face. He stood about 6'2.
Eye-candy, I thought, and let my wife keep at it...hey, I stared at all the hot babes on the beach, why shouldn't she have her fun too? Still, I DID think that they traded winks and smiles for a little bit too long though...and right under my nose! I shrugged it off as amusing and went back to reading. I looked back at my wife, and could see what this guy found appealing...she was wearing a neon-green bikini that barely covered her ample breasts, heaving and bronzed in the sun. Her fit waist gleamed sexily with small beads of sweat, below that was her hips strapped by her green striped bikini thong, and then long, long tan legs that went on forever. Eventually the guys left though and after a swim Jen and I went to take a nap.
Later that night after dinner we went out to a local bar full of tourists, some middle aged, some young like us. The whole place was loud, with music and loud talk and movement all around. There was a dance floor, but it was mostly for older couples, so we didn't join. After a couple of drinks I could see Jen was getting all bothered up like she usually did...while we were talking she rubbed up against me and licked my ear. But a few minutes later while we were still talking and sort of making out I noticed that the frat guys from earlier had walked in and were now sitting at the bar next to us, generally making a ruckus, horsing around, and having fun. My wife turned to look at them. She was wearing a short cream-colored night dress that came down halfway her thighs and left her back exposed...and it was really sexy cuz it contrasted with her dark red hair and tan. I noticed she caught the glance of the tall blond jock from earlier, and she kept looking his way while we talked. A few minutes later this guy just up and comes right next to us, though, leaving his buddies behind.
"Hey," he said to my wife.
"Hey," she answered.
I tried to join in and say hibut he had already started talking to her, ignoring me completely. I thought that this would annoy Jen too, but to my surprise she just kept talking to him. The guy towered over her, and, I have to admit, over me too...at 6'2 he nicely filled out a black T-shirt and jeans with the body we had admired earlier at the beach. His blond hair stood in contrast to his tan, handsome face, a bit longer in the front than in the back. I suddenly caught myself. What the hell was happening here? Was I just admiring this guy who was blantantly hitting on my wife right in front of me? And she was joining in to boot? I couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise, so I just turned and started to have my drink. When the guy turned to talk to his friends for a sec my wife turned to me,
"Having fun?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Oh cut it out Jon," she said, smiling. "Brad's just bored with his buddies and wanted to have a chat. You don't mind, do you?"
I shrugged and turned to my drink again just as this asshole came back and started speaking to my wife. I suddenly noticed, though, that he kept touching her waist and her arm while he talked her up. I started getting antsy, but a second later Jen turned to me, and looking seductively in my eyes, said, smiling and lowering her voice,
"Jon...ummm...you up for an adventure?"
I didn't like the tone in her voice, but I arched my brows and went along with it,
"Like what."
"Umm..." Jen turned and looked around at Brad, who sort of gave me a wink, "Brad invited me back to his room? But I told him we're here on vacation, and...it wouldn't be fair, so...do you want to invite him to ours and join in?"
WHAT? I couldn't believe it! Here was my wife, not only proposing a threesome with another guy she'd just met, but telling me that he propositioned her and that I could "join in" if I wanted? What the fuck? Anger started boiling up inside me,
"What the fuck are you talking about," I asked her. "No fucking way I'm having a threesome, let's get out of here," and I grabbed her arm, but she resisted and pulled away. I thought she'd get angry, but she only smiled ever more seductively. She turned to Brad,
"So my husband doesn't want to join in," she cooed in a tone that I didn't know if she was fucking joking or what. She smiled but kept looking at me the whole time as she was talking. Then she grabbed this guy's tanned veined forearm, and started walking away.
"I guess it's just you and me," she told him. The guy sort of shrugged at me like it was no big deal, and followed her, putting his arm around her shoulder.
I couldn't believe what was happening! I quickly paid the bill and ran out after them. The guys at the bar were all sniggering among each other, having witnessed the whole humiliating episode. I walked out after them, running, and caught up with them halfway already to our hotel.
"Hey wait up," I said.
They totally ignored me, though, wrapped up in some kind of talk. Finally I was by their side, but Jen didn't even stop to look at me. They took a few more steps while she said something in his ear, then stopped and Jen turned to face me.
"Listen Jon, we're on vacation and it's time to have adventures, experience new things, and expand our horizons," she told me, still kind of drunk. "Like I said, you can come along if you like, but you had better behave yourself. We can all have fun," she added.
"But..."
"No buts, Jon," she said, smiling, but still firm. "Well..at least not yet...I want you to meet Brad and shake hands with him to show there are no hard feelings. Then the three of us will go in for a wild time. OK? I would do it for you, stop acting out."
What could I do? I was angry, but kind of drunk myself, and, well, I have to admit, the whole situation, though driving me nuts, was also making me a little horny. Absentmindedly, I put my hand out to Brad and he engulfed it in his stronger hand. He gave me a casual but firm shake,
"Hey dude," he said, carelessly, "Relax, it's cool, let's all have a good time."
Yeah, easy for him to say. He had all but taken my wife back to the hotel alone right in front of me. Brad put his strong arm back around my wife and they walked two paces in front of me, while I trailed behind. What the fuck was going on? I mean, I should have stopped this guy and beaten the crap out of him, or tried to...but I knew I would lose. That's the thing, his size and muscles kind of intimidated me, as well as Jen's nonchalant behavior about the whole thing...but there was something else too. I found myself entranced by the way his black shirt fit around the muscles in his back, playing as he walked, and also by Jen's bare back, swaying sexily in front of me. Eventually we all got to the hotel, a bungalow-type thing actually. We all went in.
Once inside Jen threw her purse on the couch and took a seat. I made drinks while the two of them talked some more. Brad tried to make a move to kiss her, but Jen sort of pushed him away, opened her eyes wide and mouthed "wait." Once we were all drinking Jen sort of looked both of us up and down and said,
"Let's make this interesting." We all remained silent for a sec. "I want you guys to fight for me. Winner gets my pussy first."
WHAT? I couldn't believe Jennifer's mind worked this way...she had never talked like that before. Brad smiled. He seemed to be into it.
"Um...look, I think, uh," Jennifer smiled at me in a superior way as she saw me mumble, "um, I think a threesome could be fun and stuff but what's the point..."
"Oh come on Jon, play along. It's hotter like this."
Jennifer wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders while she spoke. She was acting like a total slut! I should have walked out of there right then. But then Brad would have her all to himself...also, I have to admit I was getting turned on, especially when Brad stood up and pulled his tight black T over his head, revealing all his rippling muscles. He looked like he could be a Men's Health model...all defined ridges, an eight-pack, broad shoulders, no hair, tan, jacked muscles but not gross like a bodybuilder...what the fuck was wrong with me looking at a guy like that!
Brad slipped out of his flip-flops and shucked off his shorts as well, revealing his muscular thighs, and remaining only in a pair of white CK briefs that stood out against his tan skin.
"Mmmm...I LIKE," cooed Jen, my slutty wife. "Come on, Jon take it off. Oh and I want you guys to wrestle," she said, matter-of-factly.
Uneasy, I took off my shirt and bermuda shorts as Brad and my wife traded smalltalk...
"Your hubby's got a pretty tight bod, gonna be a challenge," said Brad, in an exaggerated, sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, I bet," said Jen, drunk and loud. "Come on Jon, don't be a wimp, fight for your woman..."
For some reason Jen's weird demeanor, her hot body still in the tight white dress, Brad's rippling muscles and the whole humiliating scene made me hard. They were quick to notice this, and Jen started the cat-calls,
"Ooooh...Jonnyboy's ready to go! Wow! Keep at it, but you'll have to win me though..."
Brad and I squared off in the middle of the living room in this absurd, primitive scene where we'd have to fight for first dibs at a girl...MY wife though! I don't know why the hell I was going along with this. Anyway, the result was worse than I could have expected. Brad towered over me and teased me and played around with me...I grabbed him and tried to trip him, but it was like trying to wrestle with a tree or a wall.
"Wow...wow...almost...almost there dude...you got me now..." he kept taunting me, with my wife snickering in the background.
The most embarassing thing was that the fighting, plus having to rub and grapple Brad's muscular hot body had me harder than ever. Brad noticed this and started snapping the edge of my underwear.
"Yo, I think hub's getting off more on rubbing up against me and stuff than thinking about your tight pussy..." he said, and Jen laughed.
I couldn't believe this! Did this guy...sure we were about to have a threesome, but did he just refer to my wife's pussy as tight? My anger was changed and just stoked when Brad started snapping two fingers against my hard cock, bouncing inside my boxer shorts.
"Come on gayboy, don't you have any play man...jeez...what a fucking loser..."
I didn't know what to do! I was angry as hell, my face was burning red, and yet I had never been more turned on. Anger finally got the better of me, and I lunged up, jabbing Brad in the jaw. I don't think he was expecting that. The room remained quiet for about twenty seconds, and I knew I was in trouble.
In one move he had me on the floor on my belly, twisting the hell out of my right arm behind my back.
"WRESTLING, dipshit, we're supposed to wrestle..." Brad said as he jabbed my arm again and landed his knee into my back, drawing out a long shriek from my belly.
"You wanna streetfight, I'll show you, fucking pussy," Brad continued.
He manhandled me until I was on my back and gave me two rough punches to the stomach, his powerful biceps and shoulders contracting with the strength of the blows. The force of being hit drew my breath out. When Brad stood up, I lay at his feet, still out of breath, while he looked over me, his body relaxed, looming like a conqueror.
"That's what you get for being a pussy wimp and breaking the rules, man," Brad said. "Looks like your wife's enjoying the show."
I looked over at Jen and coulnd't believe my eyes. Her sexy white dress lay crumpled at the foot of the couch. Her naked, tan body lay cuddled on the couch, her long legs curled up, her firm breasts heaving, while she was playing with her clit under her blue and black thong panties. She was looking at Brad. I looked back up at him, and even though he had reduced me to mush at his feet, I became so hard I almost shot in my boxers...his ridged ab muscles lead up to a chiseled chest heaving still with exertion in the light of the living room. He had built up a light sheen of sweat like on the beach earlier that day, that made his body glow. His handsome face was not angry, just nonchalant and kind of pleased. Slowly he put his thumbs under the waistband of his white briefs and shucked them down. They fell two inches from my face and Brad proceeded to kick them away.
I heard Jen heave with delight when Brad did this, and soon I saw why. His cock, still soft, was larger than mine was hard. It wasn't just the length...but it was so THICK! It hung down—no tan lines on this guy—veined and meaty. He nudged me with his foot.
"Get up," Brad curtly ordered.
When I hesitated he bent over and shocking me, grabbed me by my hair. In a second this jock that had trounced me in front of my own wife had me by the hair on his knees in front of him. He grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand and all of a sudden a stream of piss unloaded on my face and in my open mouth.
All of a sudden I could hear loud moans coming from my wife on the couch. What the hell was happening?!! I quickly tried to close my mouth.
"Open NOW shithead, if you know what's good for you," Brad barked at me. Before he even finished his order I found myself obeying and he starte pissing in my mouth. "Better not spill a drop, pussy."
Like having no will on my own, and fearing what Brad would do if I disobeyed, I swallowed his hot stream as it landed in my mouth.
"Oh my god Brad, look at Jonnyboy's neck move with you piss..." Jen hissed. "That's so NASTY, oh my god," she continued.
Soon Brad's piss slowed to a trickle, then stopped, then he had me clean his cock of all the drops. It started to grow slowly as I licked the head and sides.
"You fucking pussy, if you EVER so much as touch me again without me telling you to, you'll be eating my shit all day. You got off easy this time, next time I'm breaking your fucking wimpy nose. GOT IT, loser?"
"Yes, Brad," I answered.
Brad cuffed me on the back of the head.
"You call me SIR, dipshit!"
"Yes SIR!" I answered. I had truly lost all dignity.
"Good, now get your faggot mouth off my cock."
I stopped licking Brad's cock and he slapped me a few times in the face with its now hardening, heavy and thick length. Then Brad pushed me away with his kness and I fell on my ass as he approached my wife on the couch. I watched the defined muscles of his back and ass as he walked, relaxed and manly, toward the couch. His body was still covered in sweat, which made all the tan chiseled sinews glow in the light of the living room. I watched as this younger tough jock walked to my wife to claim his prize...he had beaten me so definitely and squarely there was no question who was top dog in the room, and my wife had been there to witness it all, the way he first beat me into mush, and then how I willingly submitted to his superior physical stamina and force to save myself. It was all so primal and clear...and to top it off, it made me hard as hell! I was no longer thinking about it though.
I watched as Brad picked up my wife off the couch without any effort and carried her like a trophy toward our bedroom. I quickly scurried behind, Brad totally ignoring me. Once in the bedroom he threw Jen on the large bed and told her to suck his cock. Jen practically lunged at it, trying deperately to fit her lips around the huge head. She was sitting, legs splayed-out, while Brad stood in front of the bed, his sexy fit body in relaxed pleasure. I watched my wife take more and more of Brad's cock, stuffing its huge girth down her throat, spreading her jaws impossibly. Brad sighed in pleasure, enjoying dipping his cock in her mouth, then grabbed her hair from behind. My wife raised her hands and grabbed the base of Brad's huge cock—there was room for both of them lengthwise, but girthwise, they even fit around—jacking the base. Pretty soon he was fucking her throat, my wife happily complying with this jock stud using her mouth as a pussy. She willingly moved her head back and forth faster and faster, gagging loudly on each in-thrust.
The scene had me so hot that without thinking, I suddenly had an urge...I bent over and started licking this superior athlete's feet and full, muscular calves. This had no effect on Brad, who was just busy fucking my wife's throat on our own bed.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch suck my dick," Brad said in a husky voice. "Suck it, suck it..." he continued, also in a low voice. "Suck my fuckin' cock while your loser husband laps my toes like a dog," Brad said, which caused Jen to squeal with delight.
Pretty soon Jennifer, my sweet wife, started to lick this hunk's balls.
"Jon, go bring me some oil or lotion or something while your wife licks my balls, I wanna be all slick and stuff while I fuck her tight cunt," Brad told me.
I didn't need to be told twice. I was so turned on by his dominant, cocky, careless attitude, I would have done anything he asked. I ended up getting my wish—feeling this hot jock's every muscle in his well-defined torso while I oiled him up, my wife pleasuring his cock and his balls the whole time. As I moved down the small of his back, I started to hear my wife gagging on his huge ramrod again. I oiled Brad's tight, defined ass, without a bit of fat on it, and suddenly asked outright,
"Sir...may I lick your ass, Sir?"
Brad snickered when he heard my question, while my wife squealed again.
"Sure wimp, I guess that's only the right thing to do...go ahead you dumb pussy, lick my ass..."
I started to lick Brad's ass while my wife impaled herself more and more forcefully on his cock, gagging and choking louder and louder.
Finally Brad had had enough. He turned to me and spoke,
"Listen, wimp. I'm about to do you and your wife a favor, even if you don't know it. But you pissed me off earlier when you hit me like a little shit...so if you want me to go on, go ahead...beg me...you know what to do, dipshit..."
Immediately, I started talking,
"Please SIR, don't stop now SIR...thank you for not kicking me around earlier more than was necessary...thank you for letting me lick your superior jock ass, SIR...I almost came when you pissed in my mouth Brad, you are SO much tougher than me, I live to worship your cock SIR, please fuck my wife and let me watch, I beg you SIR, take my wife!"
He ripped my wife's panties off, threw them to the side, and with the athletic moves of a large cat, he threw my wife further down the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, holding his weight on his muscular arms to her sides. Slowly, I watched this younger superior stud work his huge cock in my wife's tight pussy as her tan legs spread out impossibly and she screeched. At first I thought she was in pain, but then I heard her say, or scream,
"Oh my GOOOOD! FUCK! FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT!"
I watched as he took over my wife's pussy with his giant cock, the same way he had earlier taken her mouth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me you fucking stud!"
Brad wasted no time. He started with slow, long methodical strokes, driving Jen to the brink and back. I watched his back muscled contract and expand each time he dove in, and I almost came right there, without touching myself. Then he started really ramming into her, faster, but still with long strokes, so that the whole bed shook and slammed loudly against the wall. This stud had charmed my wife right in front of me, beaten me to a pulp in front of her, pissed in my mouth, and was now claiming his prize, my wife's hot pussy. I looked entranced as his thick cock spread Jen's tight cunt more than ever, and I moved closer...the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, the smell of sweat, was everywhere.
A few seconds later, Brad wrestled my wife on her hands and knees and proceeded to fuck her brains out doggystyle. I watched my wife's beautiful model face contorted in pleasure and pain, her green eyes wild with lust, her firm breasts swaying to and fro below with the force of Brad's powerful athletic thrusts. I looked up to Brad now, his chest, that I had oiled earlier, gleaming in the bedroom, his muscles at work fucking hot twat, the determination of fucking on his face. I started making out with my wife furiously while she was getting fucked, and she bit my lower lip.
"You like that huh?" she asked. "You like seeing your wife get rammed by a real man right in front of you, you little pussyboy? Oh GOD this feels SO good, such a hot stud..."
My wife's words were driving me crazy, and I jacked off. I knew I would cum soon. But Brad had other plans. He twisted and played with my wife's willing body again like she was a rag doll until he was sitting on the bed and she was squatting right above his giant spear-cock. The thing is, he was not aiming it at her pussy! Brad slowly lowered my wife's ass on his cock...Jen emitted first a loud shriek when he busted her cherry ass, then a guttural a****l growl while Brad lowered her on his cock.
The scene that followed was some of the most primal sex I'd ever seen...certainly I had never done anything like this with Jen or any other girl. Brad, however, seemed experienced. He fucked her ass on our bed, ramming her body up and down. Jennifer's hot body looked amazing as she helped Brad raise and lower her on his cock, her beautiful ass impaled shockingly on his monster weapon. The bed slammed and shook and screeched with their violent rutting, the sounds of assfucking and wifefucking filling the air. Their sounds had degenerated into a mix of incomprehensible groans and screams—all coming from Jen—and phrases like "fuck my tight ass," "jock stud," and other sextalk...Brad just kept repeating "fucking hot hole" from time to time. After he came in her ass, Brad grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me lick it clean...I came without touching myself.
They spent the whole night fucking away. In the jacuzzi Brad lay back as Jen first sucked him off then straddled him, put her hands on his chiseled chest, and fucked herself on his cock. Brad told me to lick her ass while she did this, and I, of course, obeyed. I ended up serving them hand and foot (literally) for the rest of the vacation, with Brad pissing in my mouth two more times just for fun. Needless to say, I was allowed nowhere near Jen's pussy. The morning after their wild first fucking I was inaugurated in my role as fluffer, sucking Brad off until he was hard, then inviting him to fuck my wife. This continued throughout the vacation.
After we returned home, our sex life continued as if almost nothing had happened. This surprised me at first. Jen appreciated how much more caring and attentive to her needs I had been since our encounter with Brad, though. A month later, Jen announced that Brad had a college friend that would like to meet us next weekend for another adventure. Brad said his friend was quite the ladies man in college as he could fuck for hours and he's got a 10 inch cock and he's black!
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