Stacy's Honeymoon

It was day three of our honeymoon in Jamaica, and I already regretted marrying Stacy. I know that sounds harsh, but in the three days we've been here in Jamaica, Stacy has only been in our bed once, and we've only made love twice, on the first day we were here.

It is not that Stacy has been cold and refused to have sex; on the contrary, Stacy has been fucked many times. It's just that none of them was with me. I have counted that she has been fucked at least ten times, but I passed out overnight, so I am sure I have missed another eight or ten more times.

You might ask, "How the hell did that happen and who was fucking her?"

Well, that is the story I am writing for you here. The simple answer is that Stacy has been fucked over and over by many local, very black, very well-hung, very aggressive Jamaican men.

You may also ask, "Where did this happen"? Well, I have to say, everywhere around our resort, on the beach, in a ramshackle beach shack, and even in a bong house. Those are all the places I can confirm, but I am sure there may have been other locations.

I had been in our room, waiting for Stacy to return for over twenty-five hours, and I had been worried the whole time. While I waited, I made my plan of what I was going to do. As angry as I am with how my new wife has been behaving, the way she has treated me, and the way she has shattered our marriage, I am glad Stacy has not returned yet.

It allowed me time to finish what I had to do. After witnessing Stacy with three of these young studs the first night, I decided I would not play any part in Stacy's Jamaican fuck fest and could no longer be her husband.

I was packed and ready, so I wrote a letter to Stacy. There was a knock at the door; the bellman was here to get my luggage, and I tipped him, then sat down to finish writing my letter. It would be short but not sweet.

Stacy,

As you can see, when you returned to our suite, I was no longer here. I could not sit by and watch you destroy my life...

I finished the note and folded it, placing it along with the hotel check-in sheet, her plane ticket, and passport on the desk. I looked around the room to ensure I had left it just like I wanted. Her white wedding night lingerie that I had ripped to shreds, along with the copy of our marriage license, I had torn into four pieces, both lying neatly on her side of the king bed she had not been in after the first day.

I picked up my computer bag and left the room.

I took a few steps down the hall and saw the maid. I asked her to clean our room next. Make the bed and place the items on the bed like a pillow chocolate. I walked down the three floors of steps so I wouldn't run into Stacy if she happened to be in the elevator. I exited out the side door, waiting for the cab. As I sat, I said, "The airport, please, and step on it. I have a flight in two hours."

It was a forty-minute ride. I sat back and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to fill with thoughts about the past few days.

Friday,

It had been an exciting day. It was the day before our wedding. All my family had arrived in Milwaukee on Wednesday and Thursday for the festivities. We had a family breakfast for all twenty-two members. Then, I had a final tuxedo fitting, as did my dad, Stacy's dad, and my brother. Then, we had a few hours to relax before rehearsal, followed by the rehearsal dinner and partying afterward.

Stacy had a bridesmaid brunch, her final dress fitting, and a visit from her two sisters and mom. She had a spa session I had set for her to let her relax and have her body pampered. Her mom and sisters, along with my mom, were also going. I had scheduled them all for the complete treatment, including waxing, so they were all in for a treat. Our two dads would thank me, as would her sister's husband and her other sister's boyfriend.

We had agreed not to sleep together from Monday on, so we would be extremely horny, primed for a great wedding night.

The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner went off great, and the party that followed was a blast. We had a local band and invited our friends, family, and visiting guests to the party. We danced until late. Whenever I danced with Stacy, I wanted to drag her out of there and make love to her. We were getting horny; I was sure we would explode on Saturday night when we finally got our hands on each other.

The Wedding Day was uneventful. I slept in, and we had a Groom's brunch, and Stacy had a Bride's brunch as well. The photographers were everywhere, getting pictures of everything. Digital photography makes it easy to shoot thousands of photos for later review and select the ones you want to keep.

The Wedding was at 4:00 p.m., followed by a formal dinner reception featuring a show band and plenty of alcohol. There were 120 people invited to the Wedding and 200 people, plus, invited to the reception. It cost my parents a fortune, but what the heck, we're only doing this once!

The Wedding was beautiful, but I was in a fog until I saw Stacy and her dad walking down the aisle. Stacy looked ravishing, and my heart was filled with love for this woman. I couldn't wait for her to become my wife in a few minutes!

Stacy stepped up next to me, having been given to me by her dad and mom. Our eyes locked as we professed our love and shared our vows of dedication and commitment. We kissed as man and wife, and everyone cheered and clapped as the church bells chimed. We made our way down the aisle and outside. We had pictures to pose for, so thirty minutes later, we finally entered the limo, waiting to sweep us away.

Once in the limo, we were all over each other, so happy to be man and wife. We were making out as the limo sped off to the reception at the Hyatt Hotel.

We received a rousing welcome as the band played the wedding march when we entered. There were cheers and clapping as we set up the reception line. We had a few drinks as everyone came by and congratulated us, dropping their envelopes in the silk La Borsa held by Stacy.

We were finally able to take our seats, and dinner was served. We were worn out by now, but a big night was ahead. Dinner, toast, and more toasts were fun, some of which were a little embarrassing, but it was all in good fun and love.

As I looked around the room, I realized that everyone there loved both of us, and we were all as happy for us as we were for ourselves. It made my heart full.

After dancing, drinking, posing for pictures, smiling, and smiling more, we finally kissed our parents and escaped to the Bridal Suite, where our party would continue.

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We kissed and whispered loving words as we rode the elevator up. We ran down the hall to our suite. At the door, we stopped and opened it. I kissed Stacy passionately, picked her up, and carried her through the door into our marriage. I sat her down and kissed her softly. We looked around the room. It was beautiful. The bridesmaids and moms had done a fantastic job decorating the room. They had also bought Stacy's wedding night lingerie and my groom's silk shorts, which were laid out on the bed.

There was a note for Stacy, which she read aloud...

Stacy,

This champagne is your toast for good fortune. This Grooms Cake is the food that will feed the love in your marriage. Always remember that you belong to each other. Love and respect your husband, and he will love and respect you in return. Honor and be faithful in mind and body, and your life together will be beautiful.

Your Moms

There was such wisdom in their words that Stacy began to cry as she read.

Once we changed, Stacy came to me wearing her beautiful lingerie while I wore my silk shorts. It only took a second for us to begin kissing passionately. Then, the absence of sex for the previous three days made us into animals.

I kissed her deeply as I pulled off her white lace baby doll, leaving on her thin lace thong and thigh-high stockings with small yellow bows at the top. Her hand was on my chest, her fingers running through my course hair and teasing my little hard nipples. My cock was rapidly growing hard, bulging in my shorts. Stacy rubbed me as we kissed, falling on the bed.

Stacy suddenly went wild, kissed down my chest, pushed down my shorts, and gipped my raging cock. I pulled her hands up over her head and kissed her neck, across her chest to her beautiful firm 36C breasts, teasing them, circling her areolas, and flicking her hard nipples. I took each nipple between my lips, nibbling them. Stacy gasped, sucking air as her soft hands gently stroked my head, running her fingers through my hair. I loved each breast as my hand slipped down her soft belly, finding her thin lace thong wet with her cream.

Stacy moaned, opening her legs and inviting me in. My hand cupped her pussy over her thong, squeezing her hot mound. She was soaking wet, seeping through her thin lace, her wetness seeping into my palm. Stacy moaned louder, rolling her hips, pushing her pussy up into my hand. I could feel her hard clit, so I rubbed it with my thumb, making her squirm more. She gasped as I worked her thin panties into her deep slit, separating her swollen lips, licking her pussy, edging her closer and closer, but not taking her there just yet.

"Oh God, Johnny, that feels so good. Please eat me now. I want your mouth on me!" Stacy gasped, pushing my head down deeper between her legs.

I kissed across her belly, teasing her pierced navel, taking the bangle in my mouth and tugging on it. Stacy moaned and caressed my hair as I slipped her wet thong down her thighs, baring her freshly waxed pussy. I leaned in and slithered my tongue over her smooth skin, licking and kissing her wet pussy. Her skin was soft, like a baby's, and soaked from her cream.

I pushed her legs open and covered her whole pussy with my mouth, blowing hot air on her swelling pussy lips. My tongue slipped out, circling her clit, teasing the smooth skin but barely touching it. Stacy moaned and her hands played with my hair, urging me to do more.

I devoured her taking her clit in my mouth, sucking it until she was withering and moaning, almost losing control. I pushed her legs back, spreading open her cheeks. My tongue slithered over her smooth hot taint, finding her puckered asshole. Her hips moved as I touched her there. It pulsed against my tongue, and I began to tease her crinkled asshole.

"Oh My God, Yes, Johnny, Yes Baby, Eat My Asshole!" Stacy screamed.

This was pretty new. We had only done anal once before. Stacy loved it then, and I made her cum extremely hard by just licking her asshole. Now that we were married, her ass was mine, and I wanted to own it. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and worked my tongue into her asshole. We played like this for a while until Stacy begged, "Oh God, Johnny, fuck me, baby, I need your cock in me."

I quickly moved up, holding my hard cock as I settled between her spread legs. I teased her wet lips, rubbing my spongy cockhead between them, lubing up my cock as I slowly worked it into her hungry cunt hole.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it, fuck your new wife, make love to me." Stacy cooed.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I thrust my whole seven-inch cock deep into her very wet pussy. Stacy groaned as my balls nestled against her ass hole. My thrust was deep, and I tapped her cervix. Each stroke was hard and fast. Soon I was pounding her pussy, and Stacy was cumming over and over. Her pussy squeezed my cock, milking it. My balls began to tighten and tingle. I was going to cum any second. Pounded her pussy harder I pinched her nipples, making her howl from deep within, making sounds I had never heard.

Stacy pulled me down, kissed me hard, and breathlessly gasped, "God, yes, baby, give it to me, cum inside me!"

Her plea did it, and I lost right then cumming hard, pumping hot cum deep into her, filling her pussy with my offering. I knew she was on the pill, so I wasn't worried, even though I was giving Stacy my biggest cum load ever.

We were done with round one and collapsed together, cuddling, kissing, and confessing our love and our joy at being man and wife. We quickly fell asleep.

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Hours later, I stirred, feeling I had to pee, but as I awoke, I realized that the sensation was Stacy sucking my cock. I lay back, not touching her, letting her service me. When she had me ready to cum I moved and held her head until my balls exploded, and I started to cum. I groaned loudly and filled her mouth with another incredible load of cum.

I thought my cock would shrivel after the last few hours of serious sucking and fucking, but Stacy would have none of that. She began sucking on my empty balls. My cock responded like never before, hardening again in seconds. Stacy rolled over on top of me, sliding her hot wet pussy down on my cock. Her pussy was so hot it was like sliding into a volcano. Stacy began riding me, leaning over, kissing me. She looked me in the eye and said, "God, Johnny, I Love You So Much!"

We fucked each other. I gripped her hips, pacing her up and down movements. She started to become frantic, and her breathing was hard and rapid. The look in her eyes showed pure lust with a bit of fire thrown in. She was on a cum seeking mission, and I was on board for the ride. I quickly gripped her hips and rolled her over on her back. I pushed her legs back. She grabbed them, pulling them wide open. I pulled out and went down on her, eating her pussy and asshole until she grabbed my hair, crying out and pulling me off, screaming, "Johnny, oh God, fuck me hard, cum inside me. I need it so bad!"

The sex demon had possessed Stacy. At that moment, I didn't recognize the woman. She had converted into a different sexual animal, and that was when everything changed.

I pounded Stacy's pussy so hard I could without hurting her, but she stayed right there with me, wanting my cock pounding deep into her. Stacy hooked her heels around my back and rode my cock until she had the most incredible orgasm I had ever seen. It was as if she were having a Grand Mal sexual seizure. Her body went into convulsions; her eyes were wide open but rolled back in her head. I could only see white in her eyes. She was trying to breathe, but only small sucks of air were taken in. Her arms and legs were completely out of control, thrashing around. Her pussy was gushing a mix of our cum, wetting the bed beneath her. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen.

I tried to hold her, but she could not stop cumming. Her orgasm lasted almost five minutes. Then, just like that, it stopped cold, and Stacy collapsed back, lying dead still. Her eyes were closed, and she was barely breathing. I ran to the bathroom for a damp towel to rub her with it, trying to revive her. I soothed her skin and face. Stacy started to come around, breathing better and licking her lips. A soft request came, "Water."

I grabbed a bottle off the bedside table and helped Stacy drink. Her eyes finally opened, and I saw my loving wife slowly return to herself, but not completely. There was a different look about her I had never seen, a wanton, hungry look of a sexual tigress that frightened me.

Stacy finally focused on me with spacy eyes and asked, "What the fuck happened?"

I smiled, "You took a powerful trip to the sexual stratosphere, and you just got back. How was it?"

Stacy rolled over to me and laid her head on my belly. Her fingers traced along with my semi-hard cock. "This is the magic stick that sent me over there like never before. Do you think you can do that again?" She asked.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Give me a few minutes, and we can certainly try." I said.

I pulled her up, and we cuddled in each other's arms. A few seconds later, Stacy was lightly snoring, falling into a deep slumber. I quickly followed until our wake-up call came a few hours later.

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We had a mid-morning flight to Jamaica, so we got up. We didn't have to pack our bags were waiting in the lobby. Meriam, the Maid of Honor, and a couple of other attendants were meeting us for breakfast. So, we headed down to eat.

The plan was that once we were gone, they would take all our wedding stuff home to clean. They would return my tuxedo and take Stacy's dress to the cleaners. I am sure the bridesmaids were shocked when they saw the mess we made in the bed, or maybe not.

We went to the shower and tried to wash each other without playing, but that didn't work. I pounded Stacy against the wall, filling her pussy with my fourth load of cum. Stacy kept saying how much in love she was with me, and nothing would separate us. We finished, washed, rinsed, dried off, dressed, and went to meet the ladies.

There was a lot of giggling amongst the women as they quizzed Stacy about last night. I got a lot of admiring looks from them all through breakfast. We finished and had to go. The bellman had brought our luggage to the front, so we parted company. Meriam paid the bill and checked us out. Then, they went to gather all the things in the room.

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We made it to the airport and our flight. Just as we were boarding, Stacy received a text from Meriam.

Meriam's text: "WOW, WOW, WOW, you fucking destroyed that bed, it has to be replaced. You should take it home as a souvenir, God; I wish Jed could fuck me like that!"

Stacy's text: "It was incredible. I wish I could remember more of it; I guess Johnny will have to recap it for me tonight. It could happen again."

Meriam's text: "I hope so for you. Here are a couple of pictures of the carnage you left. Have a great honeymoon. I know you will. Love You."

Stacy's text: "Love you too. I know we will. Ten days in heaven with my lover, what could be better?"

Once the plane door closed, we settled into our First-Class seats, snuggling together and sipping champagne. Stacy showed me the pictures Meriam had sent. I hoped the hotel wouldn't charge us for destroying the bed.

As the flight took off, love was in the air around us. We were starting our wonderful life together, and the next ten days would bond us together for life.

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We landed, and the shuttle took us to the resort. It was beautiful and lush with tropical flowers and people walking around in skimpy bathing suits.

I knew that the next ten days would be amazing, with lots of lovemaking and bonding as we started our life together.

The bellman took us to our suite, and we quickly settled in, stripping off our clothes and making love for the first time on our honeymoon. It was amazing, so soft and loving. We napped the took a walk around the resort before running back to our suite and fucking like rabbits again.

Later, we had a nice dinner, danced, and took a walk on the beach. That's when things got weird, and the night went from wonderful to horrible for me, at least. I think it went from wonderful to spectacular for Stacy. That other woman I didn't know appeared and seemed to love everything that happened.

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Stacy...

I had not seen Johnny in a few hours and was not sure where he was. I awoke lying on the wrinkled and wet sheets. I was completely worn out after being fucked by many beautiful black Jamaican men. I needed to see my husband. I knew I was in terrible trouble and needed to try to fix what I had done and what had happened.

I got up. My legs were like rubber, and cum was running down my thighs. I slipped on my almost nothing clothes and made it to the bedroom door, barely able to walk. The men outside were talking but stopped when I came out. They all looked at me and smiled, knowing they had destroyed my pussy and ass and probably my short marriage over the past two days.

Joseff stood and walked to me. "Are you okay, Miss Stacy?"

I looked at him. "What do you think? Do I look Okay? Where is my husband?" I asked.