Note: My stories are strictly that, fictional stories. Any similarities between them and real life are coincidental. They are not real, they are just made up from my own mind and are not in any way connected to each other.
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My wife and I decided to take a vacation to celebrate our 30th anniversary and head to the Caribbean for a little sun and fun. She doesn't really like travelling much and certainly doesn't like water sports, but she's up for just about anything that has to do with sunshine. When we arrived at the resort, we were not disappointed with the amenities. On top of the usual stuff, they also had chartered boats that you could jump on and go snorkeling and see the exotic fish and reefs. Most of these boats were good size sailboats and were very nicely stocked with an assortment of island liquors and they would also feed you lunch.
You didn't have to sign up ahead of time. They had scheduled departure times and you just showed up and whoever was there got to go. We showed up and they shoved off. We didn't realize it until we had left that we were the only two people on the boat, besides the crew. There were two of them and they were very nice and knew what they were doing with the boat and the drinks. They were also locals and knew where to go to see the best fish and the most secluded bays.
While I went snorkeling, my wife stayed behind and watched from the boat and got to know Jamar a little better. She is really friendly and can talk to anyone and puts them at ease in a minute. She decided to wear a bikini that day, which she hasn't worn in years as she doesn't like how she looks in it. However, she had been losing weight and really looked very good in it.
When I returned, Jamar mixed me a drink. I don't know if it was the snorkeling, the sunshine, the drink or the combination of all of it, but I started to get real sleepy. Sleepy to the point that I passed out right in the chair I was sitting in. The two guys took me below deck to get me out of the sun and said that I would be fine in a little while as they laid me down on a bench in the galley.
My wife was obviously concerned and mentioned to Jamar that we should head back to get me medical attention.
He wasn't concerned and said, "He just needs to sleep it off for a couple of hours. He won't have any memory of what happened."
"Did you drug my husband?" my wife asked.
"Yes, and the drug we gave you should be taking effect shortly. It will make the afternoon much more fun for all of us. You won't completely forget everything, but it will certainly make you a little more "friendly", if you know what I mean."
The two men then made it very clear to my wife what she would be doing the rest of the afternoon. They approached her and carried her to the bow of the boat and said, "Back in the days of pirates, when they would capture a ship, the female passengers would have to earn their way by satisfying the pirates desires. It's time to get that bikini off you and earn your trip back to the resort."
As she contemplated putting up a protest, she noticed a smaller boat sitting off the bow about 50 yards out with two other what appeared to be locals fishing. She tried to call out to them, but Jamar grabbed her with his hand and covered her mouth.
He said, "You don't want them to come over and help. They are old school locals and you could end up in their village and that wouldn't be fun for you. They aren't as civilized as us and you could end up having to take care of all the men there, if you know what I mean."
With that, he lifted her top up and over her head as the drugs were obviously starting to take effect. She didn't resist and stood in front of them with her tits swaying in the sunshine. He then reached down and slid her bottoms off allowing the hot sun to hit her entire body for the first time.
"Very nice. Now get down on your knees and take my cock and put it in your mouth and let's get started and see how badly you want to get back to the resort."
He dropped his shorts and pulled out his long cock and let it hang in front of her face. She had never seen anything so black or so big. He swayed it back and forth almost hypnotizing her into opening her mouth and she gradually started to suck it. Jamar slowly dropped to his knees as my wife kept sucking and slurping trying to gobble his cock.
This caused her to get up in a doggy style position. The deck hand, Davon, came around behind and started to play with her pussy. She moaned her approval and made sure he had easy access so he could start fingering her. This attention caused her to take Jamar's cock even deeper as she was now getting really aroused.
Davon then got up behind her and started to slip his cock into her now wet pussy. It didn't take long for him to bury himself all the way in, which caused another loud moan from my wife.
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I partially awoke down in the galley, not really sure where I was and not really sure I was even awake. I stood up and was able to see out the front portal that was looking out onto the front deck. I wasn't completely sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing as it was a little fuzzy and completely out of place and was causing the wrong feelings inside me. My wife and I married early and I was the only man she had ever had sex with.
As I watched two black men fucking my wife, the contrast of the color of their bodies was intriguing and it sure didn't look like she was resisting. My wife was being taken by two of the blackest men I had ever seen. They were in a very slow and steady rhythm. The one from behind would push all the way in while the one who's dick she was sucking would pull out. Then he would push in and the guy in the back would withdraw almost all the way out. Watching their two black cocks slide in and out of my wife so slowly and deliberately was mesmersing and arousing at the same time.
"I shouldn't be feeling this way," I thought. "I should be pissed and rush out and save her." As I turned to walk out, I fell to the floor and passed out again.
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She was enjoying being taken from both ends. As they developed their rhythm, Jamar waved the two fishermen over to the boat and they came aboard. Davon had picked up the pace and was really starting to pound her hard. She could hear and feel his balls slapping against her with each thrust. Jamar was also picking up his pace and just let the movement from her being ravaged take care of itself. Her orgasm was building as the tempo reached a fevered pitch.