Sex at The Beach
I am seduced by a couple that drug me and have a threesome with me.
Disclaimer:
This story deals with interracial sex, drugs, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not an Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.
My name is Veronica and my husband name is Sam. We flew down to Daytona Beach for the week. My husband was attending meetings with the corporate office. It was supposed to be a mini-vacation for me while my husband was business meeting every day.
I was walking along the beach after lunch. It was just me and the sand, me and the water, me and the blue sky. My feet were sinking away in the warm sand. During daytime the sand was burning hot, but by now it had cooled down to comfortable warmth. The sand was pouring in between my toes, soft beneath my heels.
'Want a cocktail?' Someone screamed. I looked back and saw one of the women from our plane trip running over the sand, trying to catch up with me. She was a black woman with long hair in her early twenties. She was large and wore a two piece bikini. She was on holiday with her husband. Her husband was a tall well built black man wearing a Hawaiian shirt about 25 years old.
'We saw you walking here all by yourself and we wondered if you wanted to drink a cocktail with us.' She was now walking next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder. I'm not the kind of person who makes friends easily. I'm not comfortable with people I don't know touching me, but the embrace of the girl felt quite nice. Normally I would've declined an invitation like hers, but I forced myself to say yes. After all, my husband was in meetings all day.
I followed Alisha back to the hotel bar. I sat down at the table with her husband (Tyree) and she went and got me a margarita. It had a little slice of lime on the edge. She returned to the table and put it down in front of me.
'Wait a minute.' She said when I wanted to put the glass against my lips. 'The cocktails here are a bit bland.' She said. 'We put a little extra of ourselves in.'
Alisha had a little eyedropper and held it above my glass.
'You want it too?' She asked.
'What is it?' I asked hesitantly.
'It's... what's it called again babe?' She looked at her husband. 'It doesn't matter, it's something my Tyree took home from work, a little work bonus you could say, it'll help you too loosen up and relax, that's what holidays are for isn't it, to loosen up and relax?' Without waiting for a reply she squeezed a couple of drops of colorless liquid into my margarita and started stirring.
'Cheers.' The three of us said, toasting our glasses together. For a moment I hesitated drinking the cocktail, but then I pushed myself to take a sip. I shouldn't be so tightly wound I should be more adventurous, more laid back.
We talked. It was quite a superficial conversation, about the hotel, and our tour guide, we gossiped a little about the other people on our trip, and then we got to know each other. Alisha worked as a kindergarten teacher. She had a few fun stories about the children there that made me chuckle. Her husband, Tyree, worked at a pharmaceutical company.
'He doesn't do any testing on mice.' Alisha hasted herself to say. 'He tests on people.'
Tyree laughed and shrugged. 'I don't, they do that in the clinic. I just make sure the paperwork is in order and people get paid.'
I laughed, although I didn't know what was so funny about that. I simply couldn't stop laughing. I just felt so cheerful. It was like all of my worries had melted away, like I was free somehow.
'I'm free.' I said. And then I wanted to say it again even louder. I wanted to scream. I was free. I was finally free. I didn't even know what it was that had kept me down all that time, but it had disappeared and now I could fly.
'It's time to get her upstairs I think.' Alisha said.
Her husband nodded.
'Sweetie' Alisha talked to me in a belittling voice. 'You're getting a bit loud. Let's say we go back to our room, then we can drink from the mini-bar and you're free to talk as loudly as you want.'
'Sure.' I said. No fears. No hesitations. No social awkwardness. I just felt relieved.
Alisha grabbed my arm and guided me to the elevator. I'm pretty sure I wasn't all that drunk yet. I only drank one margarita. I probably could've walked on my own, but I did like Alisha's hand touching me and guiding me. I caressed her fingers.
'That's nice.' I said.
I felt euphoric. Alisha just smiled. She stroked my arm up and down. 'Yeah' She asked. 'You like that?'
I nodded.
They led me to their room. We all sat down on the edge of the bed. Alisha was still rubbing my arm, stroking me. It felt like my skin was tingling. She leaned in and kissed me. Suddenly her lips were on mine. She tasted like lipstick and margaritas and peanuts, but I didn't mind. I answered that kiss enthusiastically. I was free. I still felt so free. Maybe I was drunk. I thought. I did start to feel quite dizzy. Or maybe I was just dizzy from the kiss.