Anything Goes

We kissed before the door had even closed to our room.

"I love you so much, Hannah," I said in between kisses.

"Oh babe, I love you too. Oh my god, I can't even describe what a night I had."

I began undressing my wife frantically while she undressed me.

I looked at her naked body. It looked like it did before the night she shared it with her black lover. She was still my Hannah, but she was clearly no longer just my Hannah.

"Do your best, please!"

I was already erect again, thinking about the things Terence told me.

"Well, he told you the biggest highlights. You saw the first time, he told you about the second, and he told you about the third time on the balcony. After that we went to sleep, both exhausted. We slept in, had sex one more time. I rode him cowgirl in bed. Then we showered together just before coming down here. It felt amazing having his hands all over my soaped up body, making me clean. He dominates me in a way you or no one else ever has," she told me as she was slowly caressing my dick with her hands.

"Oh my god, honey, holding you, even fully erect... It's so different then holding him."

I nodded. I loved her talking about us in comparison.

"You love his cock, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting her to say it any way.

She looked at me square in the eyes, "I do, John. I love his big black cock. I'm addicted to it."

"Go on with your story... you were in the shower."

"Yes, and after he scrubbed me clean and rinsed me off, he went down on me in the shower. You'll be pleased to know that while he's good with his tongue, you're better. I guess you've had to brush up your skill in that department more, huh?" she said teasing me.

"Uhhhh," I moaned at the backhanded compliment.

"But... oh god, this is embarrassing to say."

"What? Tell me," I pleaded.

"He licked my asshole, John," she groaned to me, obviously getting turned on by remembering the event.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. And he... he made me come just from giving me that rim job."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, I was calling out to him at that point myself," she said with a laugh and a squeeze of my dick.

"Does he... does Terence want to fuck your ass? Did he fuck your ass?"

"Oh hell no. John I have never even had you in there. There's no damn way I'm ever taking him in my ass."

We both laughed at her comment.

"So then what?"

"He fucked me again in the shower. But he... he didn't allow me to rinse his stuff out. He told me it was where it belonged. Honey... did you say anything to Terence when you talked to him last night about my... you know, dark fantasy?"

"No. But he guessed it. He asked about potential pregnancy. I told he we weren't wanting it but if it happened, we deal with it, He pressed about it the possibility it was an idea that turned you on. I admitted it but wouldn't tell him why you feel that way."

"That makes sense. Honey, I think he is turned on by the idea of impregnating me. Either that or he just wants to heighten the experience for me if he knows it turns me on."

"Does it turn you on? I mean, you told me just a few days ago about that fantasy and about Lucas in college. Now you are having an affair with a black man. Is there... is there a part of you that wants to be impregnated by him."

"Ugh... Yes. Sure there's a part of me that gets wet just thinking about the possibility. But I would never do it. Way too many complications. Way, way too many," she sighed.

"So it's just an idea that turns you on? I mean, you're making my fantasy a reality. My god, is it a reality. So, you're not the least bit tempted?"

"Holy shit, John. You are literally throbbing in my hand. Do you want me to get knocked up by him?"

I couldn't answer the question. At this point all she was doing was holding my dick in her hand. No motion or anything. But it felt like I was going to explode.

"I don't know. Maybe? Oh god, is that so messed up?"

Hannah laughed casually, "Yes. You demented, perverted little man."

She was now moving her hand up and down on my dick. I knew it wasn't going to take long.

"Look at my pussy, babe. Do you see traces of his cum seeping out of me? Maybe not... He shot it so deep into me. But that's what you want, isn't it? You want to see your pretty white wife's belly grow big with a black baby, then? Is that what you want? You want undeniable proof that your wife was not only unfaithful to you, but that she allowed herself to be knocked up by her black lover?"

"Ooooooh," I moaned. She was edging me intentionally now. Taking me to the edge and then easing off.

"What your friends think? What would your family think? Hell, what would MY family think?" she asked me, increasing in intensity.

"If I had his baby, I'd think about him every time I saw our child. Think about how he owned my body, my pussy. I'd be getting wet just looking at the offspring of our mating. That's so dirty, John. I can't believe such an idea would turn you on," she taunted me. She was twisting her fantasy on to me, but she wasn't wrong about the effect it was having on me.

Then she leaned in and whispered, "Don't tempt me, babe... It really wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. The part of me that is turned on by it could win out if you were on its side."

That was it, I came hard.

After calming down I was disappointed. I just realized she got me off with her hands. I was hoping for sex with her.

"I think I can get it back up in a little bit. I need to be inside you," I told her as I kissed her forehead.

She looked up at me with a sad smile.

"Oh, babe. I think you are forgetting. He owns my pussy through tonight, remember?"

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We ended up napping for a little bit, lying naked together.

When we woke we kissed sweetly.

"I love you, Hannah, I really do. I'm happy you've gotten to experience this and I am enjoying it too."

She looked up at me.

"Babe, there's something I need to tell you. One more thing about my time with Terence. I'm afraid it's going to come up when we're with him and... I want you to hear it from me."

I tensed up. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I got scared.

"When he was making love with me the second time... Slowly, sweetly... As he made me come, I..."

"Say it, Hannah. It's ok," I reassured her and probably myself.

"I told him I loved him."

I laid silently looking at her. I wasn't mad. I mean, it's something someone would say during sex.

"Ok."

"That's why I shed a tear. It was so beautiful, what he had done to me. It felt so good and I really had not experienced that much physical pleasure ever before."

It was almost funny how casually she now spoke about what a better lover he was. I mean, I knew going into this that so many of my fantasies around this kind of behavior centered around replacement. When you feel undeserving of your beautiful wife's love, there's almost a sense of things being more right in the world when she is better fulfilled by a superior lover. It still hurts. The hurt is part of the arousal. Emotional masochism, I guess. But now, her was my wife confessing that she told another man that she loved him.

"Hannah, did you... did you just say it that once, as you were coming?"

"No."

"Babe, do you love him?"

"God, I don't know. I could say that I love what he does to me, and that would be one hundred percent true. That could be all it is, just giving into the pleasure and appreciating what he's been giving me."

"But?" I asked, hearing an unspoken caveat.

"But... It might be more."

My heart tensed up. She saw me physically tense up.

"Oh, please understand I'm just being completely honest with you because you have given me this gift. It's funny, I thought doing this for you would be a gift to thank you for this trip, but in reality you allowing me to explore this side of myself has been the biggest gift."

She looked me square in the eyes and said emphatically, "I do not love you one smidgen less than I did before all this. In fact, I absolutely love you MORE than I did before this happened. Jesus, you are an amazing man to let me be with him. He says that too. 'What a strong dude to let someone be with a woman as hot as' me. It's so, so true. Is the sex with him stirring up feelings for him in me? Yes. Maybe it's just lust, or just cherishing what he's doing to me physically. Maybe a woman can't help but feel what we call love for someone who does that to her. Hell, maybe it's just a perpetuation of the species instinct to be drawn to a superior mate?"

Oh my god, I thought.

"So, you might truly love him or it might just be some instinctual feeling that feels like love... because he is a superior mate?"

"Yes," she replied meekly, realizing that either answer was pretty bad to be admitting to her husband.

"Do you wish tonight wasn't going to be your last with him? Are you going to be upset when it's over?"

She couldn't verbally answer me. She just nodded slowly with what looked to be tears forming in her eyes.

"Wow. I didn't think 'anything goes' would quite go this far, did you?"

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We got up to prepare for our trip to the beach around 1:30. We hadn't talked further about her revelation. I don't think either of us knew what more to say. There were smiles and kisses and rubbing each other's bodies. All sorts of reassuring gestures from both of us. But I never once suggested we don't continue with what we were doing. I could have said, "Hey, this is too much to risk. I don't want to lose even a part of you. Let's end this now." But I didn't do it. Some part of me was turned on by the fact that she was falling for him. I think the belief that if I did ask her to end it, she would. She might be sad about it, but I believed she would. That was my parachute. I could handle the freefall as long as I had confidence in that parachute.

She wore a more modern bikini. It was very small with slight strings and solid light teal. She put a wrap skirt with a mustard and white pattern where the white were pineapples. Over her top, she just wore a very light white cotton button down with long sleeves that she left unbuttoned, showing off her body and bikini top. She put on a big floppy hat and shades that made her look again like a starlet.

I wore simple board shorts and a Hawaiian short button up.

We grabbed our gear and headed to the lobby.

Once there, we found Terence awaiting our arrive. He broke into a big smile as he saw us.

"Ready to go?" he asked. His simple confidence was now suddenly a little unnerving.

We got to the jeep and he helped her in as I was putting the gear in the back. He came around to help me.

"She told you, didn't she?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," was all I could respond with.

"It's going to be ok. I promise. I respect your marriage and you. Does it thrill me a little, or frankly more than a little? Yes. But I will not take her from you. It's hotter for me that she still loves you as much as she does. Does that make sense?"

I was unsure but I nodded. He always had the answers that should reassure me, but suddenly the fact that he had those answers added more worry. I felt like I was being played. Yet I was like the arsonist who was potentially setting his own house on fire. I was too excited to not enjoy the warmth of the fire.

He patted me on the back and went to get into the passenger seat.

I got into the driver's seat and started up the Jeep. He pointed out where it was on his phone and we set off.

We arrived fairly quickly and piled out of the Jeep. Terence lifted her out like she weighed nothing. She still had her shades and hat on (which she had to keep her hand on the whole way so that it wouldn't fly off her head in the back of the open Jeep), so I couldn't see her full expression, but she was smiling a big smile. We gathered the gear, Terence helping so that Hannah didn't need to carry anything herself. She was like a celebrity with her two assistants in tow schlepping her things.

The beach was lightly attended. Either some were intimidated by the clothing optional nature of the beach or we had arrived soon enough after he harsh midday that it hadn't repopulated yet from a break. I was hoping we would set up in a more secluded part of the beach, but Terence led us closer to a few other folks.

Close by were a younger couple, maybe on their honeymoon. They were both naked and I glanced at them briefly. She had brown hair up in a bun and a cute face from what I could tell as she was also wearing shades. She had more of an hourglass shape than Hannah; wider hips and bigger breasts with wide areolas. She had no pubic hair at all to hide her full, bare lips. He had a slight belly, but otherwise good shape. He was quite hairy and had an average dick.

On the other side were an Asian couple. They both had pale skin obviously covered in sunscreen. Her pussy protected by a full dark bush. Her boobs were very small with dark nipples but suited her very slim body. He had little body hair except for an equally full patch of pubic hair that practically hid his penis from sight.

Both sets of neighbors seemed very intrigued by the three of us and I caught some whispers between the couples.

After we had gotten our beach gear set up, we began to disrobe. Terence undressed with flare, showing off his chiseled physique by quickly dispensing with his shirt. His shorts followed and his long cock flopped into view. The others were less than subtle about viewing his member.

I was close behind and took my shirt and shorts up in short work. My dick was turgid but not fully erect, so it gave me the appearance of being a little bigger than I would have looked fully limp. I still looked small in comparison to Terence's large tool.

Hannah slowly began removing her own clothes. There was a seductive nature to how she did it; it wasn't quite a strip tease, but she certainly found ways to draw it out without being too obvious. When her top was fully off, I lost my breath for a moment. The wife I've known for over a decade wouldn't have gone nude in public before. This was very exciting to me because not only was she letting go in front of strangers, she was doing in front of a person who she had already made love to multiple times. To the strangers, her body was new and enticing; to Terence, he had already done to her what others might wish to when seeing her gorgeous naked body. And it was that thought in my head that she pulled off her bikini bottoms and was fully nude before us.

Again, just taking my previously what I would have thought of as 'conservative' wife naked on a beach in public was mind blowing enough. Then she pulled out the sunscreen. She had put sunscreen on me in our room and when I went to do her she told me not to with a smirk. I got what she wanted now. She wanted one of us to apply sunscreen to her while others watched. So the question was obviously who should do it? If I did it, would it establish me as her husband, perhaps making anything she did with Terence more salacious? Or should Terence do it, showing his domination of her from the start?

Hannah made her choice- she handed the bottle to Terence with a coy, "Would you mind rubbing this on my body, dear?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin.

They absolutely had an audience. Our neighbors dropped all subtlety and were openly watching the show they were putting on.

She laid face down and Terence began a sensual application of the lotion across her back, neck, legs, and, finally, her ass. She relished his touch, massaging as she was applying the coverage. He finished my doing the backs of her arms and scooping to apply lotion to the sides of her breasts. I heard her give a slight whimper as a hand slipped beneath her to graze a nipple. He repeated this on the other side, having to reach across her body which caused his dangling cock to brush across her lower back. The combination of his brush of her nipple and his cock touching her skin caused her to shudder slightly.

He finished his work on her backside with a lotioned hand rubbing down through her ass cheeks to cover her pussy from behind. A moan that was much louder than appropriate emanated from her mouth. How he wasn't hard was either a testament to his willpower or proof that they had fucked a lot the night before. I had already shifted my own front down to hide my erection.

It was time for her to flip over so that he could apply lotion to her front. She turned over, exposing her private parts again for all to see and especially her new lover, a black man who was not her husband. She took her shades off allowing just her hat to shield her eyes from the sun. She wanted him, and me, to see the look in her eyes as he moved his hands across her exposed body.

His hands rubbed lotion onto her shoulders and down her arms. She looked up at him, smile on her face. She loved having him give her attention. In so many ways, seeing them intimately like this was tougher than when he was just nailing her. After what she admitted to me this morning about having told him that she loved him this was scary stuff.

He skipped her torso and went for her legs, getting good coverage rubbed into the skin of my wife's slender legs.

It's seemed both of the men in the neighboring couples were now turned over to hide erections and neither of the women seem perturbed by their men's reaction. They were both just as enraptured by the show.

As he began to apply lotion to her mid section, Hannah reached over and slipped her hand between me and the towel I was on to fondle my own hard dick.

Terence pushed excess lotion up her body and caressed her breasts, paying special attention to each nipple. His ministrations had her nipples poking up hard as diamonds. It felt like everyone nearby, including an older couple who were walking across the beach before us, held their breath as Terence moved in for the finale. He put a smidgin of lotion in his right hand and applied it directly to my wife's sex.

What appeared to begin as a legitimate attempt to cover her pubic area with good lotion coverage soon became much more obvious an erotic act. His finger dipped into her hole and came back out with a run across her obviously engorged clit. She barely suppressed a moan.

Terence knew he had to end the lotioning or else it would have unequivocally been defined as a sexual act. Hannah looked at him with heavily lidded eyes.

"Can I help you with any of your own sunscreen needs?"

"Sure. I got myself covered back at the hotel, but some back coverage would be helpful."

She leaned up to rub sunscreen into his defined back.

"Anywhere else sir? Are you sure your... appendage is adequately covered?" she asked while lustfully taking in his cock after he turned around on his knees before her.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'no' to extra coverage, just to be sure," he replied in a confident way.

She put lotion in her right hand when Terence spoke up.

"You know, you could probably kill two birds with one stone and apply sunscreen to both my and John's... appendages at the same time," he said using her own verbiage.

Obviously that idea greatly appealed to Hannah.

I knees up as he was on her opposite side, thankful my erection had largely softened. After she made sure to have ample lotion in each hand, she took our dicks in each hand and did her best to run the lotion on us. The comparison of my smaller cock in her left hand as she struggled to cover his much thicker cock with her right was enough to get the blood flowing back into my own. She giggled and after feeling like she had done a sufficient job on mine, she moved her left hand to help her to make certain she had fully covered his. That action of needing both hands and abandoning mine to concentrate on his was mind blowing.

I absolutely did not want her to fall in love with him, but I wanted her to want his cock more than mine. It was probably the hottest thing I had ever experienced, especially as it was openly done in public view. If they had proceed to fuck right there on the sand before all, I would have died and gone to heaven.