Below is a story half written by the real Cassy that inspired my other stories involving her. She thanks everyone for enjoying her fantasies and hope you enjoy some of her embellished reality.
As always thank you to Kenjisato for editing
I have my husband to thank for all of this, as he started it, after all. We shared each other's fantasies, and soon they became our fantasy. It started with sharing stories and teasing each other in bed. Then foreplay included videos and even more teasing. Pretty soon, I was on hot-wife forums and my dildos were getting outlandishly large. He and I would play a little game where I would get hit on at the bar, but one of us would always chicken out. We'd never let it go too far. That was until Miami...
After our first day filled with sand, sun, and guys staring at me and my tiny bikini getting us both hot and bothered, Bob and I decided to rest and sun at the hotel pool where we reserved a private cabana.
"Want to play our game, today?" Bob asked, lounging around twiddling on his phone.
"What game might that be, honey?" I replied, with sarcasm pulling down my sunglasses to glare at my husband.
"All I'm saying is if someone's brave enough to hit on you, you got to say yes."
"Who would be brave enough to walk up to a private cabana and hit on little old me?" I giggled, playing along with my darling hubby.
We both went back to our phones and enjoyed the sun and luxury. Bob soon started to ruffle through his bag looking for something. He said something about needing to go back to the room, but I was distracted by my ebook and waved him off. Almost nothing could rip me from this book right now.
Suddenly, I heard a deep voice speak from the edge of the cabana.
"Are you Cassy?"
I looked up from my book and I recognized him immediately from his profile pictures on a forum Bobby and I frequented. "BlckGod64", Dwayne, in real life. He was HUGE. Six foot five, easily two-sixty, muscular, and dark. Either this was an amazing coincidence, or Bob has set me up; either way, it's my goal in the game to just go with it.
"I am," responding with a grin.
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
"Not at all." I scooted over on my chair. I was laying on my side talking to him.
"This is Tom. Can he join us?" Tom was even bigger than he was.
"Sure. The more the merrier. Hi, Tom."
"So, you really up for a good time, this weekend?"
"I am, indeed." That proved I was set up a bit by Bobby. We had teased these guys on the forum, knowing they were in Miami; we even sent them photos, but it was just teasing, I would never have dreamt of giving them my location. I could only assume Bob was looking on from somewhere protecting me, ready to stop this from going too far.
"Would you like a drink?" I offered, lifting a bottle of champagne.
"Yes, please," they both responded.
Small talk ensues. How do you like Miami? What have you done so far? How was your flight? Blah, blah, but always with a flirty tension. He touched me every chance he could, on my shoulder, knee, feet; he even was daring enough to graze my thigh. I saw his gigantic cock getting hard in his trunks as we spoke. He was trying to be a gentleman, but the growing bulge in his pants told me he only wanted one thing.
My timer went off and I forgot the company I was keeping and reached for my sunscreen and started putting it on my arms.
"Want me to get your back?" he said, laughing.
Maybe he thought I pulled out the sunscreen in the hopes he would offer, but that was not my intention. There was no turning back, however, and I just had to go with it and see if Bob would stop me.
"Sure," I smiled, as I handed him the tube, excited by the anticipation of his large strong hands about to be all over my back.
I laid on my stomach and he proceeded to work and force the sunscreen into my skin, he made sure the loosen my muscles, as much as protect my skin. I swear there was a moment he purposefully spread his hand out over my back, just to let me feel the size difference. Our difference was so great, that his thumb and pinky could touch opposite shoulders at the same time. A few times, I got to feel the size difference when he leaned over and his shaft would slide across my fingertips.
"How about your front, too?" he laughed.
Over my sunglasses, I looked him dead in the eye, "Whatever you want." It was at that moment he figured it out -- I wasn't going to say no.
"Sit up," he asked.
I did as I was told, and was about to scoot back so he could sit in front of me on the lough chair; however, as I was sitting up, he quickly jumped behind me. My head resting on his pecs, as he wrapped his arms around me, getting ready to lotion me.
I heard him squeeze a lot of lotion.
"Oops, too much. Better get to work."
As he reached around me, I was so glad I was in a private cabana. Tom had closed the curtains as he was enjoying the show his buddy and I were putting on.
"This okay?" he asked, as he started to massage my upper chest, slowly working his fingers under the cups of my bikini and getting dangerously close to my hard nipples.
"Oh, yes," I practically moaned. I was wriggling a bit, looking around to make sure I was hidden in my cabana; enjoying his touch, and the feel of the warmth from his chest on my back, and more importantly, from the feel of his cock poking at my ass crack. I enjoyed it as his hands moved from my stomach, and then to my thighs, where he was able to wrap most of the way around them. He had me pick up my knees so he could reach my tiny feet, forcing my head into his chest, feeling the full length of the pipe in his swim trunks.
He reached for a towel and wiped his hand clean of the lotion. "Ready for some baby oil?"
"Uh-huh. Yes."
"You'll say yes to anything, won't you?" he whispered, laughing in my ear. He was figuring it out.
"Hmm mmm," I said, as I wriggled my hips under his hands. It had to look like he swallowed me. Me, leaning up against his back; his legs on either side of the chair; his hard cock pointing straight up against my back through his suit.
He had his oiled-up hand right above my bikini bottom. "Should I move down here?" he asked, pulling my bikini up with his huge oiled finger.
I just nodded, too worked up to resist, too turned on by the strong arms wrapped around me. Knowing Bob was out there somewhere, I was confident that he'd only let me go as far as he was comfortable with.
"Oh, no. You want it? You say it."
"Yes. I want it." I lifted my hips, giving him better access.
It was almost effortless, I was so wet and turned on. I felt his finger go down into my bikini bottom and touch my clit, then he shoved his thick hands deeper toward my pussy. He used one finger and spread my lips wide open; Bobby would need two fingers or his cock, to spread me open like that. His fingertip came back up to my clit and rubbed and teased. Plunging his hand deeper his thumb started to press hard on my clit.
His middle finger slid in and I opened my mouth to gasp, but forced myself to stifle it. The cabana may be private, however, it's anything but soundproof. It felt like I had a cock sliding into my slick hole. I lifted my whole ass off the seat to grind a little and force his finger deeper into me. His cock rubbed up my back. His mouth went to my ear. Right next to it.
"Oh you are so fucking wet, aren't you? Do you like that?" he growled.
"God, yes." I bit my lip. An orgasm was building, as he bent his middle finger deeper into me, his thumb rubbing my clit. "Fuuuuck."
"You are going to be a good little slut all weekend, aren't you?"
"Uh huh." I could barely talk.
"Can my boys join us?"
"Yes."
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to get gang-fucked by a bunch of black men?"
I just moaned.
"Say it. Look at me, and kiss me if you want it."
I turned my head. Not daring to move and cause his fingers to stop. I was so close. I didn't look at him, though. I looked at Tom who was rubbing his huge cock through his suit. "Yes. I want to be a slut for you and all your friends." I tilted my head back as far as I could and met his lips, and he forced my lips open and dominated my mouth with his tongue. Nothing sweet or loving about the kiss, he was using it as a demonstration of what he wanted to do to me.
He stuck two fingers in me and I came all over him. I squirted a little, my bikini bottoms were already soaked so they absorbed none of my cum, it all dribbled out onto the lounge chair and onto the ground. He had his hand deep inside of me, the feeling of my bikini bottom stretching to its limits against my hips turned me on, as he kept rubbing my g-spot and taunting me. It was so hard to focus and think about what he was saying.
"Did you bring any of that lingerie you showed me on the hot-wife forum, teasing me with what a dirty whore you are?
"Yes," I exhaled.
"Good. Do you want to model it for us in person?"
"Yes."
He was really fingering me vigorously now and I came again, soaking his hand and the lounge chair. He pulled his hand out and without ceremony, or asking, shoved his wet fingers into my mouth, forcing me to lick, which I did obediently.
"Ready to go up to the room?"
"Uh huh." I licked my juices off of him, drunk from my own orgasm, not even realizing what I said, not caring that my husband probably saw me cum twice by another man. Dwayne grabbed my phone and took a picture of me all red from cumming, lips glistening from my cum, my bikini all but dissolved from his assault.
"Send this to your husband. He'll be excited by it," he commanded, and I complied.
"What's your room number? We'll be back in thirty minutes. Give you time to let Bob know what's up."
Still not thinking, and enamored by his dominance, I gave him my room number and he kissed me deeply again. Tom leaned over and I gave him a big kiss, too. He wagged his hard dick through his trunks and chuckled as they both walked off.
When I could walk, I went toward my room to find Bob and tell him what happened, and what was going to happen if he would let it.
I found Bob sitting in our room, having beaten me back, or so I thought. He was holding his phone looking at the picture I just sent him. "What happened?" was all he said.
