As I sat eating my late breakfast I tried not to think of my wife, and her most recent dalliance. We hadn't even been in the Dominican for a full day and she'd already slept with another guy. My appetite was diminishing as I recalled the sight of my stiff cock – coated with semen, as it pumped in and out of her sloppy-second pussy. April's sexy words echoed through my head. "I want a dirty-thirty birthday. – I want to spend our vacation fucking other men."
I tried to choke down some eggs, but my stomach was in knots and my dick was hard which curbed my appetite to say the least.
Nothing turns me on more than when my wife has sex with other guys, and the previous night a stranger named Tom became the forty-seventh cock that April has had since we were married five and a half years ago. That sounds like a lot, but it really is on average less than one guy a month – and it is certainly less than she used to do before we met.
With my desire for food completely gone, I pushed the rest of my breakfast aside. I sat and wondered how I could kill a few hours before sufficient time had past and I could go wake April. I couldn't wait to stick my tongue, and my cock in her worn-out pussy again.
Just as I was on my way out the door, I overheard a group of guys talking about going deep-sea fishing. It had been one of the activities that I had wanted to do since I started planning our trip. I needed something to take my mind off of my promicuous wife, so I stopped and asked them if they had room for one more.
One of the guys shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."
I introduced myself, and learned that their names were Mark, Jake, Scott, Todd, and Aaron. They were all about the same age as me – maybe a couple of years younger, Mark and Jake were black and the rest of the guys were white. Mark said that they were leaving in ten minutes and I replied that I'd meet them in the lobby.
I quickly made my way back to our room in order to grab my wallet and sunglasses. I opened the door to see my wife sleeping on her side in the fetal position. She didn't have any covers on, and I could see her plump pussy – swollen and wet between her legs, still leaking semen.
Seeing her like this made me hard again. I had the urge to stay and fuck her, but I knew that I'd better be going.
I grabbed my stuff, wrote April a quick note to let her know where I was going, and promptly went back downstairs.
The guys were waiting for me and we wasted little time getting ourselves down to the marina. Once there we bought some beer and found a captain of a small fishing boat willing to take us for a reasonable price.
For the next several hours we fished, drank plenty of beer and smoked fine dominican cigars. The guys reminded me of the friends I have back home and we got along great. I really liked them and it felt as though I had known them for a number of years.
By the time we got back to the hotel it was four-thirty in the afternoon and all six of us were half-panned. The guys said that they were going to meet their friend Anthony at the pool-side bar for a few beers before supper. I said that I would meet them as soon as I dropped off two of the fish that we had caught at the kitchen and found my wife.
After making arrangements with the head chef, I went up to our room and wasn't surprised when April was not there. I left her another note, then quickly showered, changed my clothes and went back downstairs.
When I got to the pool I was amazed to see my wife already sitting with the guys I had spent the afternoon with, plus one more black guy whom I assumed to be Anthony.
April was sitting beside him. She was wearing her bikini with a sarong tied around her waist looking sexy as hell. He was just in swim trunks and I couldn't help but notice that he was slightly better built than me. I felt a slight pang of jealousy course through me when I saw his large hand on April's bare thigh.
Jake saw me and gave Anthony a nudge. As I approached Anthony pulled his hand off of my wife.
"You must be Anthony." I said, pretending that I had not seen his hand stroking her thigh.
"Yeah, and you're Gregg." He replied shaking my hand.
I then turned to April and said, "How did you meet up with these creeps?"
Everyone laughed. April explained how she met Anthony on the beach, and how they came to the conclusion that I was fishing with his friends.
So the eight of us sat, drank a few more beers and talked. Upon April's suggestion we made plans to go to some of the clubs near our hotel after supper.
Nobody seemed to notice that April and Anthony were sitting far too close, except for me of course, and I wondered were this night would lead. Once again her self-indulgent words repeated through my head "I want to be a bad girl, the badder the better."
I could tell that my wife was interested in Anthony. The reasons for her attraction were obvious. He had a handsome face, large, well defined muscles and a confident demeanor. I later found out from Todd, that Anthony has a reputation for the abilty to pick-up just about any girl, any time, anywhere.
After we all had a couple more drinks one of the hotel staff approached us to say that our fish would be served in an hour. Everyone decided to head up to their respective rooms in order to change clothes before dinner.
As soon as April and I were in our room alone I asked her what was going on with her and Anthony. I mentioned that I'd seen his hand on her thigh.
April giggled. "Does it make you jealous?"
"A little, yeah."
"I'm sorry, babe. I don't want you to be upset, but I'm probably going to fuck him tonight."
April's words cut deep, but also served to turn me on. "Just how do you plan on doing that?" I asked. My voice was shaking with arousal as well as jealousy at the thought of that muscular, black stud between my wife's thighs. "Anthony is staying in the same room as Mark and Jake, and unless I'm mistaken, this room is occupied as well."
"Well, I was kind of planning to leave the bar early with him. We'd come back here while you stayed with the rest of the guys."
"To our room?!"
"Uh huh." She said, stepping closer until her mouth was inches from mine and her hand could trace my rapidly stiffening member through my shorts. "Just think, Gregg, by the time you get back, my pussy will already be stretched out and full of his cum. You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? You could have his sloppy-seconds as soon as you walk through the door."
"Oh god, April!" I moaned. Pre-cum was dripping down my leg. "I love it when you talk like that."
"Yeah, you can't wait to slide your cock in my pussy after Anthony's already been there, can you? Mmm... he's gonna leave it so loose and messy for you, baby. Did you see the size of his hands? My pussy's gonna get a big, black cock in it tonight!"
And with that she turned and went into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned-on. My wife had given me a raging erection and she knew it.
April loves to tease me this way before one of her big nights. I remember a couple of years ago when she went to visit her friend, Tracy in New Orleans. For three weeks before her trip she tormented me by talking about how naughty she was going to be, and how many guys her and Tracy were going to fuck.
Tracy is the only person that knows about our half-open marriage. She is almost as hot, and just as much of a slut as my wife is. I had no doubt that they'd encounter some studs willing to stick their dicks in April and Tracy's god forsaken pussies, and I was right.
By the time she got home late Sunday afternoon I was ready to explode with curiosity. As soon as April came through the door she unbuttoned her shirt to show off all of the bite marks on her breasts.
"It's a good thing I don't have to hide this from you eh?" April kidded. She then lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and showed me that her pubic hair was tangled with dried semen.
I immediately dropped my pants, picked her up, and slid my rampant cock into her engorged sex. As I fucked her, April explained that the cum all over her snatch was from two different guys that her and Tracy had spent the weekend partying with, and that she had fucked another guy on Thursday. I wound up banging her against the door of our home while April gave her accounts of what – and who she did while on her short vacation in New Orleans.
My hands were still trembling as I waited for April to change. My imagination was filled with images of her and Anthony rutting in our bed. I couldn't belive how much I was looking forward to later on when I would come back to our room and find her post-coital cunt waiting for my tongue.
I hoped his cock would be as big as April said it would. I know that she prides herself on her ability to discern who has a big dick and who doesn't. She's almost always right, and of course there was the fact that he was black...
When we first began talking about my wife's sexual history, April had told me that the rumors of black guys and their big dicks were true. She explained that she'd slept with at least thirty black guys and not one of them ever had a small dick. April claimed that if cauccassian men averaged five to six inches when erect – then black guys averaged more like seven or eight inches – and one out of ten were absolutely huge.
When my wife finally emerged from the bathroom I just about died. She was wearing one of those micro mini-skirts that barely covered her ass. Her top was a sleevless button-up that show-cased her substantial cleavage. All I could think of to say was "Wow!"
April grinned. "What do you think?" she said, twirling around. As she spun, her skirt lifted, and I could see her G-string panties. "I bought it two days before our trip."
"I think I might want to keep you all to myself." I replied, half serious.
"Sorry, Gregg. Anthony gets me first tonight. You can have what's left-over after he's done."
I could only groan in anticipation.
When we arrived at our table the rest of the guys were already there. I almost laughed when I saw the looks on their faces when they saw what April was wearing.
