"Darling," I asked my wife one sunny afternoon, "let's get away somewhere special for our anniversary. I'm thinking of the Bahamas."
"That would be lovely," replied Cindy. "I want it to be very special, too." She smiled.
It would be our 25th year together. At 50, Cindy still seemed to me to be the girl I married long ago—the same sweet temper, the petite figure, the cute blonde ponytail. True, her hair was now highlighted, there were wrinkles around her eyes, and she was the grandmother of a little boy. She was still beautiful in the way the light shone in her eyes.
"It's a deal then. We'll make it a long weekend, just the too of us." She nodded her assent and I made a note to plan for the trip.
Cindy was still working in the fashion industry as a consultant. Her other career, as an escort, dancer, and prostitute for select black men (mostly professional athletes) had wound down and finally ended in her 40's. Good as she was at it, her age caught up with her when other, younger white women became strong competition. She retired gracefully from a business we both liked and continued to enjoy black men privately when the occasion offered.
She was never really interested in bringing complete strangers to bring to our marriage bed, though she would meet men passed on to us from Jackson, Lionel, Leroy and other close back friends. As we grew older, we relied on a dwindling circle of men we'd come to know, and that seemed enough for us both.
It had been a busy year with our jobs and family. Cindy was a volunteer in several charitable organizations which kept her working into the evenings. The chance to get away would be a welcome change.
We flew to our destination on schedule. I had booked a honeymoon suite on the beach. It cost a pretty penny, but we could afford it. The sun and sand was just what we needed towards the end of a long winter and we made the most of it.
While the trip was our gift to each other, I wanted to give my wife something more to celebrate the anniversary. I meant it to be something very special.
We decided to dine in our suite. While I ordered champagne, and a lovely repast of her favorite seafood, Cindy retired to the bedroom to dress. When she emerged, she was wearing an ensemble of white bridal lingerie. A pretty satin buster hugged her pert breasts and held up her dainty white stockings.
Long white satin gloves encased her arms. Sheer white panties revealed the dark shadow of her pubic hair, and continued in a silk thong in the crack of her firm buns. She stood on 4-inch white patent leather pumps with spiky heels. Flowing from her hair was a lovely white bridal veil.
I was enchanted. Always tuned to fashion, Cindy had outdone herself.
"You look gorgeous, darling," I whispered. "The perfect bride."
"Thank you" she smiled. "I ordered this from the catalogue of a designer I've worked with. They have a complete line of wedding fashions."
"I feel like I'm at our wedding, or at least our wedding night again."
We kissed, lovingly. When we had finished our dinner, I turned to her and held her hand.
"Darling, I have one more gift for you. I have to make a quick call, and it will be here."
She looked at me expectantly, wondering what it could be. I made the call.
Five minutes later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and four tall young Bahamian youths entered the room. Black and handsome, they were all about 18 years of age. Cindy was old enough to be their mother.
Cindy looked at me with wide eyes.
"These are friends of Leroy's, darling. They are my special gift to you for the rest of the night."
The boys smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Oh, Bill, you think of everything! How wonderful of you!"
I introduced the boys to her. There names were Thomas, Leon, Miguel and Daniel. They were all quite polite. I could see that a white woman dressed for her wedding night was a thrill to these boys. The lust showed in their eyes.
"The rules are simple, gentlemen. You are here to give my wife as much pleasure as she wants. From previous experience, I thought it might take four of you to do that. She likes to keep going for quite a long time, perhaps late into the night, so pace yourselves. Take a break every hour...she will need it, and you might too. Since this is for her, it's best to do her one at a time, except if you're giving her a DP. Darling, do you feel like that, too?"
"Yes."
It had been almost a year since her last DP. It was something she had missed.
"Now when you cum, gentlemen, try to do it in her pussy or, if she likes, in her ass. As soon as you've cum, signal me and I will come to her and clean her up with my mouth. That's all; enjoy yourselves!"
The boys took off their clothes in the bedroom. I saw Cindy's look of appreciation when she saw the long thick pricks dangling in front of them when they entered the sitting room. Within moments they were in full erection. Their coal black balls hung low behind protruding shafts. I could see that these young males were going to have plenty of stamina. I would have a lot of semen to lick up before the night was done.
Bless her heart, Cindy took the time to give each of their cocks a tickle and rub, followed by wet licks and kisses, even though they hardly needed warming up. By the time she was ready to be fucked, they were as randy as goats.
She started with Thomas, whose name matched his huge genitalia. She sat back on the couch and spread her legs for him. We watched as he slid in up to his balls. He pressed her legs back to her shoulders and rammed his black truncheon into her white cunt. She breathed heavily and whimpered.
A moment later she tensed and wrapped her arms around Thomas, pulling him to her. She gave a long squeal as she reached her first climax. He kept pounding it to her. Cindy clutched at him. Soon she crested to another big orgasm, squealing with delight. After two more climaxes, Thomas thrust himself into her as deeply as he could penetrate. They came together with loud, jerky movements.
When he withdrew I knelt in front of her open legs. Milky white sperm bubbled from her vagina, running down to her rosebud anus and thighs. I licked it up, sucking the juice from her oozing labia. I leaned my head back on the couch, face toward the ceiling. She lowered herself on me and squeezed her womb. I swallowed more gobs, salty and delicious.
Daniel took her to the bedroom. We stood around as he mounted her and inserted his long black dick. It was so long it must have been pushing into her cervix. We watched as he worked it in and out, sometimes withdrawing completely before lunging back into the warm depths.
This time her orgasms continued almost without interval. One peak led to another. I had seen this before, though not for some years. Cindy had reached a world of her own. Waves of pleasure filled her loins.
Daniel exploded with a grunt, joined by the unmistakable sounds of my wife's own explosion. When he withdrew, the sticky liquid gurgled from her open hole. I lapped it up for some time.
Miguel took her doggy style, with me underneath in 69 position to catch the cum. His thrusting tool was an inch from my face. I could feel the spasms her pleasure. Up and up and over, and up and up again. I lost count. When he was finished I again swallowed the tangy semen burbling from her opening.
Leon was fast. He mounted her and fucked like a stevedore until she came. He didn't miss a beat and within another minute they both came together in a sweaty writhing. I drank another draught of semen.
We took a break. A bottle of champagne disappeared as we emptied our glasses. After the frenzy of nonstop fucking, the rest was welcome. We talked lazily for a half an hour.
"Darling, do you want to continue?"
