Turned And Cuckold On Holiday

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

Authors Note

Warning for the story:

A husband and wife go on holiday to celebrate their anniversary where they meet a black man who turns their sex life upside down.

This story involves both gay and straight interracial sex. It involves degrading words that can offend some, with the black character dominating both husband and wife. It also involves cuckolding, although I don't consider this a cheating story.

I hope this story conveys the love that the husband and wife have for each other while also introducing another person into the bedroom.

I originally intended to release this in chapters, but I couldn't stop writing it. It does start with a slow build, ending with a lot of constant fucking.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 1

My wife and I were celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary, and we were smug about it as well. We got married at 18, and everyone in our families told us it was a bad idea to marry so young. But there we were, ten years into our marriage without any cares in the world.

My name is Andy Smith, and I'm 5 foot 9 with a pretty slim build. I work in finance, which brings us in a good amount of money, which really helped when my wife, Daisy, got pregnant. It was planned, so don't worry. But my high income meant she could leave her job, which she hated, and be a stay-at-home mum.

She was still a stay-at-home mum, and there was no reason for her to get another job that she hated when I was making enough money for us both to live comfortably.

Now, my wife, when I tell you that she is the most beautiful woman in the world, that would be an understatement.

She was a little shorter than me with long, beautiful blonde hair. She had fairly pale skin without a single imperfection to be found. Although Daisy was slim, genetics favoured her massively. She had a large chest, breasts that even after our child, held firm and perky. She had a shapely bum too, mainly due to the fact that she went to the gym nearly every day.

The gym workout also meant that she had fairly thick legs that were extremely toned. She had thick, soft lips and finally... blue eyes that could melt even the most heartless man.

I knew I was out of my league with Daisy, not that she would ever admit it. She was gorgeous when we first met, and time has only made her more beautiful. Sure, many men would stare at her, ogling at her chest and arse, but I didn't mind. If I saw a woman like her, then I would probably do the same.

And that was us.

We had just gotten to our five star hotel in Spain, the sun was beating down, and we were both sweating just by walking to our room.

"Should we unpack first?" Daisy asked me.

She started to peel her clothes away to cool herself down, but all that did was make my mind go black.

Her t-shirt went first, then her shorts. Daisy stood with the sunlight bursting through the open curtains, shining on her body. She was in just a black thong and a black bra, which pushed her impressive chest up higher. With a slight glisten of sweat over her body, Jesus, my wife was beautiful.

"I have another idea of what to do first." I told her.

Daisy smiled with perfect teeth as I walked towards her before planting my lips against hers. Daisy kissed me back, and her soft fingers held onto my body.

Now I knew she was out of my league, but I wasn't exactly a bad looking man. I was fairly well toned, with the slightest hint of abs. I had a shaved face with a sharp jawline. There were many times when Daisy would catch other women checking me out, too.

I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue inside of Daisy's, and our tongues met as we made out.

Her hand reached down and found the tent in my shorts, my five inch cock ready just by the sight of her.

She reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my girth, and then she stroked up and down as I reached down to hold onto her plump, firm arse cheeks.

"Okay, on the bed, now." Daisy told me.

I ripped off my clothes, and Daisy, in the most seductive way, took off the remainder of hers. When she laid on the bed, I watched her firm legs spread open, and between them was glistening with her welcoming nectar.

I climbed on top of my wife, kissing her passionately as my body pressed against hers.

"Where are the condoms?" She whispered into my mouth.

Right, condoms,

I thought.

In a matter of seconds, I was back on top as Daisy put the condom over my manhood. Finally, my head found her moist slit, and I pressed inside.

"Ooooh Andy," Daisy moaned in a whisper. "Oh god... okay..."

I slowly moved my hips back and forth, making love to my beautiful wife as our lips and our bodies locked together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Daisy was a quiet lover, her moaning consisting of whispers and pants, but when she grew close to her orgasm, it was obvious by just how tight she got around me.

"Yes... yes... mmffff.... Oooooohh!" Daisy moaned as her body jerked underneath me.

It was too much. Her moaning and tightness made my cock throb, and I immediately unloaded inside the condom.

As soon as I was finished and the passion of our lovemaking died down, the heat from the weather hit me massively.

I was sweating and panting, and Daisy was sweating and panting, too.

"Well, that was a great way to start the holiday." She said with a chuckle.

After regaining our senses, we did in fact unpack and got dressed into our costumes.

I was in baggy blue shorts, Daisy... oh god. Daisy was in a blood red bikini. The back was swallowed by her firm cheeks, disappearing entirely. Her top pushed her chest up to the point her cleavage was pouring out of them. I took another moment to admire my amazing wife.

"I think this is gonna be a fun holiday." Daisy told me with a wicked grin before kissing me.

Our first day consisted of lying by the pool, baking our skin in the sunlight, drinking a few too many cocktails, and eating some amazing food. It was all inclusive, and we both liked to relax, so we saw no reason to leave the resort.

When it got to 5pm, we made the decision to go back to our room, shower, and then go to one of the four restaurants for dinner.

The bathroom door was open, and the shower was running as I checked my work emails. Suddenly Daisy's red bikini landed outside, a few steps from me.

"Are you going to come in?" Daisy's seductive voice purred.

I was quick as lighting, clothes off, in the lukewarm shower and my wife's perfect, soaking body pressed against me.

Daisy sunk to her knees, and I let out a loud, deep moan when her thick lips engulfed my pole.

"Ooooh Daisy!" I moaned.

Daisy's eyes were closed as the water was pouring down onto her face, but her lips stayed tightly wrapped around me as she bobbed back and forth. Ever since I got my first blowjob from Daisy, I knew she had practically no gag reflex. She could take my entire length down her throat with ease, and fuck, did I love it!

We were each other's firsts for everything, so I just had to assume it was good genetics.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum." Daisy whispered, her right hand stroking my soaked, throbbing cock.

"Okay... I will," I moaned back as she continued to bob up and down on my cock for a few minutes. "Okay, I'm close."

Daisy's lips left me, but her right hand continued to jerk.

"How about," Daisy said with a devilish smile, "you cum over my tits?"

"Oh my god!" I moaned.

I had done it a handful of times, normally when we were drunk. My mouth was held open as I nodded and moaned.

"Mmm, cum for me," Daisy whispered. "Cum over my tits, babe."

"Ooooh god!" I moaned as I began to unleash a stream of my hot, thick cum over my wife's pushed together, dripping wet chest.

My body was twitching as I moaned throughout this amazing orgasm. Daisy didn't stop stroking my cock until my balls were thoroughly drained, and then she stood up.

"Good thing I'm already in the shower." She joked.

I laughed but then immediately went down onto my knees, dove my head between my wife's legs, and licked at her folds until she came.

That first day was perfection, and I honestly never expected it to get any better... then we met Damian.

Chapter 2

I was woken up to my wife's hands playing with my soft cock that very quickly grew to full length. She put a condom on me, spread her legs, and I mounted her before making love once more.

Our sex life had never been bad, but even this was a lot more constant than it had been in years!

After that we went for breakfast.

I was sat facing the pool, full English in front of me while Daisy was facing me with fruit and yoghurt in a bowl. I was smiling as I got mesmerized by her beauty, but then something else got my attention.

The hotel was pretty busy as it was the height of summer, but I was certain I hadn't seen this man before, although there would be no forgetting him.

Walking by the pool was a tall, shining black god! It was as if he had been designed to look like the perfect specimen.

With the sunlight beating against his ebony skin, his muscles and abs shined brightly. Even his legs looked like tree trunks! He had dreadlock sort of hair, but it was short, maybe down to his shoulders. Shoulders which, by the way, were twice as wide as mine. And his skin. He was as dark as the night sky. I don't think I had ever seen someone as dark as him before.

Wearing very short, fairly tight black shorts, he walked across the pool, completely oblivious to my staring.

"Hey, everything okay?" My wife's voice asked and dragged me back into reality.

Was I just staring at a man?

I thought.

I shook my head and laughed to myself,

maybe I've had too much sun.

"Yeah, all good, babe," I replied and reached out to hold her hand. "Back on the sun beds after breakfast?"

"Oh, most definitely." Daisy told me.

She was in a blue bikini today, but while we had breakfast she had a sarong on. It was nearly completely see thru, but she thought it was more presentable while we were in the breakfast restaurant.

We were nearly finished when her purse vibrated on the table.

"Oh, it's mum," Daisy said. "Two seconds, babe."

I nodded as she answered the phone.

"Hey mum," Daisy said, "is everything okay?"

She nodded her head, even though her mum obviously couldn't see her.

Daisy's conversation with her mother went something like this, "Oh okay... mhm... yeah... yeah, that's fine. Okay, bye?"

"Everything alright?" I asked. "Is it Josie?" Josie being our daughter.

"Yeah," Daisy said with a smile that put my mind at ease, "mum was just making sure she had ballet tonight."

I laughed. Daisy had our young daughter rushed off her feet with activities. Hell, I found it hard most of the time to track where she'd be.

"So, pool?" Daisy asked.

I nodded, and we returned to the same sun beds as the day before, in a prime location as the sun was never blocked.

I put my sunglasses on and got completely relaxed, so much so that I fell asleep.

When I did wake up, my eyes took a moment to work again until I realised I still had the sunglasses on my head. I turned to look at Daisy in the bed next to me, and she hadn't realised that I was awake.

Daisy was sat up, knees up and feet on the ground with her book against her thighs, but Daisy wasn't looking at her book. I moved my gaze to match hers and instantly spotted what... or should I say who, she was looking at.

It was that black man that I saw at breakfast. He was on the far side of the pool with what looked to be a glass of water in his hands. Jesus, when he lifted the glass to his mouth his biceps bulged massively!

When I looked back at Daisy, she was still staring at him. And then... my wife bit her lower lip. A seductive, stunning bite, which I knew all too well. Whenever Daisy was turned on, she bit her lower lip.

Is she getting turned on by looking at him?

I thought. My ego took a bit of a hit, but then I had to admit that he was a specimen of a man. Plus, I look at other girls sometimes, so I knew I couldn't get angry with her about that. I decided to let her have her fun. She had been so amazing on this holiday already that I didn't want to ruin it by making her feel bad.

So, I continued to pretend to be asleep, but I kept my eyes on my wife. I wanted to see just how long she would stare at this man. I was expecting her to go back and forth from her book to him, but Daisy did no such thing. Her eyes were locked on this ebony god, as if glued to him.

Over and over I watched my wife bite her bottom lip, and occasionally the pages on her book would crinkle as she gripped onto it tighter.

I wondered what was going on in my wife's head. I knew she must have had fantasies of her own that she was too embarrassed to share with me, but she had never once talked about having a fantasy of being with a black man. And just like that... the image popped into my head.

My eyes looked at him stood far away, then back at my wife. I couldn't help but imagine his dark skin against her pale complexion. Seeing her hands on his body, seeing...

what the fuck am I doing?

I was shocked by my own thoughts, but worse, my cock was beginning to grow. I desperately needed to change my train of thought, or I would be sporting a tent that would be impossible to hide in just swimming shorts.

"Oh, I must have drifted off there." I said and forced out a stretch.

In the corner of my eye I saw Daisy jump, as if I had just caught her in the act.

"Yeah, you were out for a while." She told me, her eyes now locked onto the book she had not been reading.

When I took my sunglasses off, I gave myself a moment to stare at my wife in her bikini. For some reason, I didn't know why, I then looked back at that black man.

As soon as I did, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw that he was looking right back at me! My eyes diverted away, and I sat up,

did he just catch me looking at him? Did he know Daisy was looking at him?

"I'm not sunburnt, am I?" I asked Daisy, trying my best to calm myself down.

Daisy put her book down to look at me, and then she bit her bottom lip.

"Maybe," She whispered. "Why don't we go upstairs, and I'll put some cream on you."

We had cream by our sun beds, but I knew exactly what she was implying. Sure, looking at this black man may have gotten my wife turned on, but I was the one who was going to have sex with her.

We rushed upstairs, and before the door to our hotel room was even closed Daisy pounced on me like a tiger.

"Woah, what's brought this on?" I asked with a smile, wondering what she would say.

Daisy kept kissing my lips as she untied my swimming shorts.

"We're on holiday," She whispered between kisses. "We should make the most of it."

Together we made our way to the bed. Being in the sun so long both of our bodies were eradiating heat. I reached for a condom when Daisy tightened her legs around me, and I stopped.

"Will you..." She whispered, "will you go down on me first? Just for a little?"

If you knew my wife, you'd know that was the extent of her dirty talk. With a giant grin I kissed down my wife's slick, toned body. Her legs spread once more as I kissed her thighs.

I hooked a finger around her bikini bottoms and pulled them. I couldn't believe it. We had only just started, and my wife's slit was dripping wet. Her clit, which was normally hidden between her lips, was swollen and throbbing.

With another grin I lowered my head and flicked my tongue against her aching clit.

"Ooooh god," Daisy moaned. "Yes... right there... right there..."

I looked up only to see that Daisy's eyes were closed and her head was back. That's when the idea first hit me,

is she picturing that man?

"What are you doing?" Daisy panted. "Don't stop."

While I was wondering what she was fantasising about, I had stopped my licking. Part of me wanted to ask her, but I didn't. The base of my tongue went back to licking my wife's succulent pussy as I pressed a finger between her folds.

"Yeees..." Daisy moaned, and her hand landed on my head. "Yes... yes... yes..."

I licked and fingered Daisy until her body was shaking. And finally.

"Oooh, I'm cumming." She whispered out.

Her chest heaved into the air, and her legs spasmed around me as I licked my wife to completion. My own cock was rock hard. Once the condom was on me, I penetrated my wife.

Her eyes were open now, but she looked... guilty. I was too horny to think too much of it at the time, and I got into a steady thrusting.

Daisy's eyes were locked on mine. She was still panting, and my own moans grew. Daisy was a one orgasm at a time sort of woman. Having just made her cum, I knew she wouldn't again for a while, which meant I could just enjoy myself and not have to worry about lasting overly long.

Even through her panting, she held a straight face. She looked sad, and I wondered why. But within a minute I was filling the condom up with my cum.

I kissed her and rolled away. Daisy stayed still, but her eyes were staring at the ceiling as her chest lifted up and down.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

She took a minute to answer, and she even gulped.

"Erm, yeah, fine," She told me. "Just a bit too much sun I think."

I thought nothing of it.

Chapter 3

I didn't see that man again throughout the next day, and it was only in the evening when I gazed upon him.

Daisy and I had finished our dinner, and we went into one of the bars for a few cocktails. As soon as I opened the door I saw him. He was sat on his own, looking at his phone, and I paused when I spotted him.

Then Daisy walked next to me, and she paused as well.

"Why don't you get a seat?" I said, hoping she didn't notice me stopping. "I'll get us a drink."

"Yeah, sure." Daisy replied in a bit of a haze.

I kept glancing over at him occasionally while I waited at the bar, then I glanced again when I was taking our cocktails back.

"Cheers, happy anniversary." I said and clinked my glass with Daisy's.

"You know it's not actually our anniversary until the last day, right?" Daisy said with a wicked smile.

"I know, I know," I joked. "Don't worry. I'll never forget out anniversary again. That was hell."

"Oi," Daisy mocked and playfully tapped my arm, "I wasn't that bad."

"You didn't speak to me for two days!" I said with a burst of laughter.

We had both already had a few cocktails throughout the day, so mixing that with the heat, we were both a little loose.

We laughed and joked, talked about the last ten years when I suddenly felt a presence behind me.

I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt while Daisy was wearing a long black dress that gripped tightly to her firm body. It was low cut as well, meaning her cleavage was extremely on show.

"Hey," a deep, heavenly voice spoke. I turned around and saw it was him, standing an inch from my back. "Sorry to interrupt, but I heard it was your anniversary and wanted to say congratulations."

I turned to Daisy. Her cheeks were blushing, and her eyes were darting all over the place. The silence went on for way too long, and I needed to say something.

"Thank you," I finally replied and turned back to look at him. "It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Damian." He told us and extended a hand. Up close, his skin was even darker and completely smooth.

I reached back and shook his hand, although his hand nearly swallowed mine.

"I'm Andy, and this is my wife, Daisy." I told him.

"Lovely to meet you both." Damian replied and went to shake Daisy's hand.

She nervously shook his back and as quick as possible pulled her hand away, which I thought was strange.