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The year was 1998, the season was summer and I was on my way to Ibiza with a group of new found friends. I met my new mates Paul and Martin while we were at college, after some time of getting to know them they invited me out with them and their long standing friends, and I soon became part of the group, at 23 I was slightly older than the rest of the clan but not so much older that I didn't fit in or feel that I was too old to be hanging around with them.
That very first night out was the very first night I lay eyes on my wife to be, Karen.
I was instantly smitten by her, but I was just too fucking shy back then to strike up a one to one conversation with her, I now know that this was stupid as she's one of the most easy going people I've ever known. My time with Karen would come, it wasn't easy, there was still a few hurdles to jump before we hit it off. At the time it seemed Karen had an on / off realtionship with one of the other guys, Brian, at this time, but I was later to learn that this relationship was based purely on sex. I hadn't dug too deep, but when I did enquire I was to learn that Karen was a bit of a good time girl and all of the guys in the group had fucked her at one time or other. I wanted to be next.
Even though I was 23 I was still finding myself and felt that I was out of touch on the run up to our trip to Ibiza. I was never really into the whole Rave or Techno scene like the rest of the crowd, I didn't have all the latest cool clothes and never followed fashion, but I decided that I would put in a little effort and at least try to be part of the set and make an effort to impress Karen of course. So I loaded up on some up to date clothes, packed my suit case and was now ready to take on Ibiza, or at least try.
It was early evening when we arrived in Ibiza, so it was a quick dash off the coach, into the hotel, check in, bags in the room and then straight out for a drink. That first night was nothing compared to the goings on that followed over the next two weeks.It was fucking crazy to say the least. I'd never tried ecstasy or cocaine before, with the former being out of this world, the latter wasn't really my thing. I had tried a bit of dope smoking before this venture but never anything like ecstasy. I don't think I've ever felt that kind of euphoria, the elation I felt gave me a new found confidence, but I still couldn't find it within me to get talking to Karen on a one to one. We'd talked as part of the group but never on our own.
At the end of the first week we went to some huge club in the middle of nowhere and long before the ecstasy entered my system I promised myself that I'd strike up some kind of conversation with Karen. There I was chatting to complete strangers with no problem but I still couldn't even get started with the one person I really wanted to talk to. My chance, it seemed, had come. I saw Karen go off on her own, I waited for a bit and then followed in her direction. I was feeling super confident, at ease with myself, but my stomach turned when I spotted her chatting with a guy at the side of the bar, I then wanted to kick myself as I watched them share a long passionate kiss. That was just my luck. I had all the time in the world to strike and I left it way too late. I now started to think that I was wasting my time. I tried to get back into the club vibe but I felt way too deflated to carry on, so I made my excuses and went back to the hotel and sat out on the balcony, downing beer after beer in a bid to bring myself down off the ecstasy, the beer did little, but I enjoyed the buzz of being alone on the balcony, people watching, the mix of the sounds and the smells kept me going. The buzz was soon dampened when I saw Karen and the guy she was kissing at the club getting out of a taxi. A few minutes later I heard Karen and this guy talking out on the balcony, I sat still, saved by the small partition between balconies just high enough to cover me as I sat listening to them talk and kiss on and off for a short time. It wasn't too long before I could hear Karens muffled cries of pleasure coming from the confines of the room. It was quite unsettling but in a strange kind of way it was a turn on, my cock was growing hard and I was tempted to step over the dividing wall and catch a shot of them in action but in the end I went off for a wank in the bathroom.
It was mid way through the second week, I was sat in some shit british pub with the lads, supping a beer when I saw Karen and a couple of the other girls chatting to a small group of black guys on the pavement. Moments later the girls came to sit with us and suggested that we go to some club that night and everyone agreed. After all clubbing was the whole reason we were on the island of Ibiza and the girls seemed to be excited about going to this particular club. I didn't have to guess as to why the ladies wanted to go, but everyone seemed excited by it.
Again, that night, I decided to at least try and talk to Karen, but again my plans were fucked from the get-go. I noticed Karen chatting to the very same group of black guys from earlier in the day, well one particular guy, one tall and very well sculpted black guy. And as before disappointment was on the cards for me when I saw her in the grasp of this big black adonis. I was gutted to say the least, in fact I felt like just throwing in the towel and forgetting about Karen all together. Again as before i made my way back to the hotel early. I'd had enough of having my hopes dashed and felt like I was wasting my time. Again I tried to drown my sorrows with a case of beer, the ecstasy fighting the alcohol off with ease. As had happened a few nights before, I saw Karen arrive at the hotel with the strapping black guy from the club, she was on the back of a fast looking motorbike and my disappoitnment grew larger that it had before. I felt a strong flutter in my stomach as he picked Karen up in his arms and lifted her off the bike. I cracked another beer open and tried to relax into the sights and sounds of the night, trying to forget what I'd just saw, it was impossible to say the least.
I was hoping they'd just get on with it once inside the room, but they came out onto the balcony. I was froze stiff, I think at one point I even stopped breathing when I heard them step through the sliding doors, giggling and having fun. I thought that they'd maybe sit there for a short spell, but the sweet smell of hash drifting over the partition wall told me otherwise. They were having a smoke and chatting quietly, I couldn't make out anything they said in amongst the sounds from the noisy bars and the street below, but every now and then I heard them giggling and laughing and then a short silence would follow, the sound of smacking lips just loud enough to be heard from my side of the wall.
I heard them rise, the sc**** of the plastic chairs and the hiss of the sliding door open and then close. I slowly rose to my feet and glanced over the partision, the room light was still on and I don't know why, sheer curiosity, but I stepped over the wall and got down on my knees and moved closer to the glass doors. I edged forward and took a peek inside. They were kissing and passionately pulling each others clothes off, their hands roaming all over each others bodies. I made sure to stay low and moved back out of sight whenever I felt they might see me, I was taking a real chance but I just couldn't help myself, my whole body was shaking with excitement and my cock was growing harder by the second. When I peeked back in they were naked, kissing and that's when I saw Karen sit down on the foot of the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes, this guy's cock was fucking massive. Karen seemed rather impressed by his fat black length too and she treated him to a blow job, she impressively sucked on that mighty dick like there was no tomorrow, but the part that really got me was when she rolled a condom down his shaft and it didn't reach the base. I was mesmerised, my whole body was in some state of shock as I watched her lay back on the bed and he fed that big fucking cock into her hole. Her cries of pleasure penetrated my ears as he plowed his rod into her, driving his hips faster and faster, I couldn't quite see but it seemed like he was almost buried deep in her cunt. Her gasps and cries were growing louder by the second as he rode her harder and harder. She alerted him to the fact that she was cumming and that out cry just seemed to spur this fucking stallion on and he drove harder and faster until she looked like she might pass out, her face and neck were scarlet and her breath seemed like it was catching in her throat, she started to make hollow bubbling and gurgling sounds before he finally came, dropping his heavy weight down on her as he unloaded his seed. Karen looked like she might've climbed the walls as she fought for breath, trying to push his dead weight off, her hands clawing at his chest as he spilled the last of his seed, his body convulsing as his hips came to a full stop.
I got up slowly from my spot and didn't even make it to the bath room, I came in my shorts before I stepped in through the sliding doors, my mind was awash from the scenes that played in my mind over and over for the next few hours. I managed to cumm twice more as the scenes ceased to stop reeling in my cloudy head. It was a sight to behold and one of many I'll never forget.
Karen and I started to get together by the end of the holiday, we talked and arranged to meet up when we got back home. We've been together ever since and things are just as good now as they were then, if not better. Later that year at Christmas time we did talk about that night and I confessed to having watched and also to how much it turned me on, seeing her lose control to a large and very well hung black man. That had been her first and it has not been the last black guy she's fucked while I watched.
We think we have an amazing and very open relationship and there's a hell of a lot more stories to be told about our time together, we will in due course share these stories and they do, we feel, get better, much much better.
That very first night out was the very first night I lay eyes on my wife to be, Karen.
I was instantly smitten by her, but I was just too fucking shy back then to strike up a one to one conversation with her, I now know that this was stupid as she's one of the most easy going people I've ever known. My time with Karen would come, it wasn't easy, there was still a few hurdles to jump before we hit it off. At the time it seemed Karen had an on / off realtionship with one of the other guys, Brian, at this time, but I was later to learn that this relationship was based purely on sex. I hadn't dug too deep, but when I did enquire I was to learn that Karen was a bit of a good time girl and all of the guys in the group had fucked her at one time or other. I wanted to be next.
Even though I was 23 I was still finding myself and felt that I was out of touch on the run up to our trip to Ibiza. I was never really into the whole Rave or Techno scene like the rest of the crowd, I didn't have all the latest cool clothes and never followed fashion, but I decided that I would put in a little effort and at least try to be part of the set and make an effort to impress Karen of course. So I loaded up on some up to date clothes, packed my suit case and was now ready to take on Ibiza, or at least try.
It was early evening when we arrived in Ibiza, so it was a quick dash off the coach, into the hotel, check in, bags in the room and then straight out for a drink. That first night was nothing compared to the goings on that followed over the next two weeks.It was fucking crazy to say the least. I'd never tried ecstasy or cocaine before, with the former being out of this world, the latter wasn't really my thing. I had tried a bit of dope smoking before this venture but never anything like ecstasy. I don't think I've ever felt that kind of euphoria, the elation I felt gave me a new found confidence, but I still couldn't find it within me to get talking to Karen on a one to one. We'd talked as part of the group but never on our own.
At the end of the first week we went to some huge club in the middle of nowhere and long before the ecstasy entered my system I promised myself that I'd strike up some kind of conversation with Karen. There I was chatting to complete strangers with no problem but I still couldn't even get started with the one person I really wanted to talk to. My chance, it seemed, had come. I saw Karen go off on her own, I waited for a bit and then followed in her direction. I was feeling super confident, at ease with myself, but my stomach turned when I spotted her chatting with a guy at the side of the bar, I then wanted to kick myself as I watched them share a long passionate kiss. That was just my luck. I had all the time in the world to strike and I left it way too late. I now started to think that I was wasting my time. I tried to get back into the club vibe but I felt way too deflated to carry on, so I made my excuses and went back to the hotel and sat out on the balcony, downing beer after beer in a bid to bring myself down off the ecstasy, the beer did little, but I enjoyed the buzz of being alone on the balcony, people watching, the mix of the sounds and the smells kept me going. The buzz was soon dampened when I saw Karen and the guy she was kissing at the club getting out of a taxi. A few minutes later I heard Karen and this guy talking out on the balcony, I sat still, saved by the small partition between balconies just high enough to cover me as I sat listening to them talk and kiss on and off for a short time. It wasn't too long before I could hear Karens muffled cries of pleasure coming from the confines of the room. It was quite unsettling but in a strange kind of way it was a turn on, my cock was growing hard and I was tempted to step over the dividing wall and catch a shot of them in action but in the end I went off for a wank in the bathroom.
It was mid way through the second week, I was sat in some shit british pub with the lads, supping a beer when I saw Karen and a couple of the other girls chatting to a small group of black guys on the pavement. Moments later the girls came to sit with us and suggested that we go to some club that night and everyone agreed. After all clubbing was the whole reason we were on the island of Ibiza and the girls seemed to be excited about going to this particular club. I didn't have to guess as to why the ladies wanted to go, but everyone seemed excited by it.
Again, that night, I decided to at least try and talk to Karen, but again my plans were fucked from the get-go. I noticed Karen chatting to the very same group of black guys from earlier in the day, well one particular guy, one tall and very well sculpted black guy. And as before disappointment was on the cards for me when I saw her in the grasp of this big black adonis. I was gutted to say the least, in fact I felt like just throwing in the towel and forgetting about Karen all together. Again as before i made my way back to the hotel early. I'd had enough of having my hopes dashed and felt like I was wasting my time. Again I tried to drown my sorrows with a case of beer, the ecstasy fighting the alcohol off with ease. As had happened a few nights before, I saw Karen arrive at the hotel with the strapping black guy from the club, she was on the back of a fast looking motorbike and my disappoitnment grew larger that it had before. I felt a strong flutter in my stomach as he picked Karen up in his arms and lifted her off the bike. I cracked another beer open and tried to relax into the sights and sounds of the night, trying to forget what I'd just saw, it was impossible to say the least.
I was hoping they'd just get on with it once inside the room, but they came out onto the balcony. I was froze stiff, I think at one point I even stopped breathing when I heard them step through the sliding doors, giggling and having fun. I thought that they'd maybe sit there for a short spell, but the sweet smell of hash drifting over the partition wall told me otherwise. They were having a smoke and chatting quietly, I couldn't make out anything they said in amongst the sounds from the noisy bars and the street below, but every now and then I heard them giggling and laughing and then a short silence would follow, the sound of smacking lips just loud enough to be heard from my side of the wall.
I heard them rise, the sc**** of the plastic chairs and the hiss of the sliding door open and then close. I slowly rose to my feet and glanced over the partision, the room light was still on and I don't know why, sheer curiosity, but I stepped over the wall and got down on my knees and moved closer to the glass doors. I edged forward and took a peek inside. They were kissing and passionately pulling each others clothes off, their hands roaming all over each others bodies. I made sure to stay low and moved back out of sight whenever I felt they might see me, I was taking a real chance but I just couldn't help myself, my whole body was shaking with excitement and my cock was growing harder by the second. When I peeked back in they were naked, kissing and that's when I saw Karen sit down on the foot of the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes, this guy's cock was fucking massive. Karen seemed rather impressed by his fat black length too and she treated him to a blow job, she impressively sucked on that mighty dick like there was no tomorrow, but the part that really got me was when she rolled a condom down his shaft and it didn't reach the base. I was mesmerised, my whole body was in some state of shock as I watched her lay back on the bed and he fed that big fucking cock into her hole. Her cries of pleasure penetrated my ears as he plowed his rod into her, driving his hips faster and faster, I couldn't quite see but it seemed like he was almost buried deep in her cunt. Her gasps and cries were growing louder by the second as he rode her harder and harder. She alerted him to the fact that she was cumming and that out cry just seemed to spur this fucking stallion on and he drove harder and faster until she looked like she might pass out, her face and neck were scarlet and her breath seemed like it was catching in her throat, she started to make hollow bubbling and gurgling sounds before he finally came, dropping his heavy weight down on her as he unloaded his seed. Karen looked like she might've climbed the walls as she fought for breath, trying to push his dead weight off, her hands clawing at his chest as he spilled the last of his seed, his body convulsing as his hips came to a full stop.
I got up slowly from my spot and didn't even make it to the bath room, I came in my shorts before I stepped in through the sliding doors, my mind was awash from the scenes that played in my mind over and over for the next few hours. I managed to cumm twice more as the scenes ceased to stop reeling in my cloudy head. It was a sight to behold and one of many I'll never forget.
Karen and I started to get together by the end of the holiday, we talked and arranged to meet up when we got back home. We've been together ever since and things are just as good now as they were then, if not better. Later that year at Christmas time we did talk about that night and I confessed to having watched and also to how much it turned me on, seeing her lose control to a large and very well hung black man. That had been her first and it has not been the last black guy she's fucked while I watched.
We think we have an amazing and very open relationship and there's a hell of a lot more stories to be told about our time together, we will in due course share these stories and they do, we feel, get better, much much better.
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