Author: Lance DeLonge Title: My Honeymoon Summary: Stacie and Cole fly to the Caribbean for their honeymoon and meet lots of new friends. Keywords: M+F ++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++ This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (lancedelonge@yahoo.com). If posted to news group or yahoo group, be sure to include author's name, email, and website address. Darkwaters: The Erotic Fiction of Lance DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free erotica. Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, kids. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My Honeymoon The small prop plane began it's decent from the crystal blue sky towards the water below. The plane vibrated with the spinning propeller as we began the all too slow decent towards our fantasy vacation. I glanced over at my young wife, her short dark hair pushed back behind her ears, covered by her large floppy white sunhat and her dark sun glasses searching the small island below, scanning it from shore to shore, excitement evident as she glanced back at me, a beautiful innocent smile crossing her soft pink lips. We had been married less than twenty-four hours and had spent the whole night traveling nearly five thousand miles, but she looked none the less for wear. She was by far the most stunning woman I had ever known and in the shifting morning light, she surpassed my wildest dreams. It wasn't until I was almost thirty-five that I found the perfect girl. I'm not sure if it was the right timing, her wonderful adventurous attitude, or the absolute unadulterated lust that she inspired within me that made me take the final jump. All I knew was that we fit together like no one I had ever been with. My world wanderings over and my overwhelming wanderlust finally quenched, Stacie and I were married in a simple ceremony on a cliff over looking the Pacific Ocean which I had grown to love quite dearly. She was 28, a few years younger than me and her body was magnificent. She was in no way thin, but a voluptuous brunette with dark short hair and a seducing smile that heated my blood every time she was happy. She had a long Celtic knot work tattoo just above her full curving ass, one of the biggest turn ons I have ever known. She always wore simple attire, almost hippieish, earth tones that accented her seemingly continuous cinnamon tan. Her legs were long and lean, her thighs sweet and soft and her breasts, although not large, were beautiful, ending in a pert brownish pink nipple. But her most sensuous feature was her eyes, so dark that they appeared almost black, depthless and inviting. She was a simple girl, she had no piercing except a single diamond stud which she wore in each ear and often the only jewelry she wore was a silver and onyx toe ring on her right foot and a simple thin gold chain with a small cross. But despite her simple beauty, Stacie had no shame in the bed room. She would do what ever it took to satisfy her needs. This one factor had been perhaps the greatest factor in my decision to ask for her hand. And it was for this reason that we chose the Caribbean as our destination for a honeymoon of a lifetime. While this destination in itself may not be unusual, our choice of locations was not an extravagant cruise liner or the relaxing beach resort on Jamaica or St. Croix. Our honeymoon destination of choice was a small island with a little known resort known simply as Isla dela Diavola. We came across it on accident while we were searching for some of the more bizarre porn websites on the net. A place where inhibitions are checked at the airport and no taboo is allowed. We simply looked at each other and smiled. No words were said. None were needed. When we finally set the wedding date, my first duty was to get reservations and make the arrangements. And after many long months of waiting and wishing, we were finally only minutes from living our fantasy. As the pontoons skimmed only inches above the clear ocean water, there was a tension of impatience that filled the air between us. And as the two floats finally touched down and the plane began to slow, I could hear Stacie let out an almost audible sigh of relief. The pilot coasted easily along side the small dock that floated out some hundred feet from the sandy white shore. We stepped off the small plane onto the wood planking of the dock and almost instantly we were a million miles from all the cares of our lives, our jobs, our families, our wedding plans, everything. "I already feel sooo much better," Stacie whispered as she through her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips. The pilot handed us our bag, just a small back pack really filled with only the necessities. After all, half the fun of La Diavola is not having to pack. We walked hand in hand up the dock and across the brilliant beach, marveling at our new wonderland. A small path opened up before us into the prevailing jungle. We walked along the sand trail, amazed by the green island growth that was all around us. The thick jungle soon opened up to an enormous clearing with a beautiful white colonial main house. Opening the door, I ushered my new bride inside and followed her into an enormous lobby area, decorated like I could only imagined an old Victorian colonial home could have looked. Shiny marble floors opened up before us, rose colored with roman columns stretching up to the vaulted ceiling, a window at the very top spreading the Caribbean sun over the entire room and making it glisten with a stunning radiance. We couldn't help but to look around for a moment, dazzled by the luxurious surroundings. Slowly we started forward, still arm in arm, her light white sundress illuminated but the large skylight as we crossed beneath it's black wrought iron framings shaping the clear glass almost like a flower or star, a gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging from it's center, the light refracted through it's small crystals, spreading a rainbow of light through out the room. Her small leather sandals moved across the floor soundlessly as I marveled at my exquisite wife bedazzled by her new surroundings. Even in such simple garb, I couldn't help but think how much she belonged here amongst such beauty. "We have reservations," I said to the balding Spanish concierge once we finally reached the desk. With in moments we were on our way to our room at the far end of the complex. Opening the door, the tall black bellman ushered us into our little room. The room was no less beautiful than the lobby, a large Victorian white canopy bed. The room opened up through two French doors to a green clearing, not far from an enormous pool framed by tall palm trees and edged by a small beach that stretched out into a small bay. On the large cushy bed sat an envelope and two masks. Stacie walked over and sat down, picking up the envelope and opening up the paper inside. "Tonight is a masquerade party," she exclaimed, her eyes bright with anticipation, "these masks and a bathing suit are all we're supposed to wear!" She picked up the white mask, trimmed with glitter and small plastic jewels, she pulled the elastic string behind her head and fit the mask to her face. "Mmm, mysterious." I laughed, picking up the black mask. "I think this could be fun!" she smiled, even with the mask on, I could see her mischievous look. Throwing the letter down on the bed, she was drawn over to the windows. "Oh, what a view!" Stacie smiled as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist. I kissed her gently on the cheek as we stared out the spotless glass at the tropical paradise. "We had better start getting ready if we're going to make that party tonight," I said, releasing her and turning to our small bag, "I would hate to miss any of the festivities." "So true," she smiled, "but I don't think a little snack would spoil my appetite." ________________________________________ The sun was sinking low into the western horizon and the sky was alive with powerful reds and yellow, the dieing embers of the sun's rays bouncing beautifully off the full Caribbean clouds. Stacie and I walked out our back door onto our patio and watched the throng of people that now inhabited the pool area. This scene was probably mimicked at nearly every other resort in this part of the world right now except for one small detail. One common factor that brought a very select group of people to this resort, everyone was naked, or nearly so. It was even from this far as the lights from tiki torches glimmered in the impending darkness, bare breasted beauties from all over the world danced to the island music and enticed the men gathered round, their erections proudly displayed, an unspoken competition for the mates of their peers. La Diabla was a swingers resort, and the only way to make the approval list was as a couple. We walked hand in hand across the soft grass covered clearing already cool with dew towards the fevered party. As we got closer, we could see shadows just at the edge of the torch light already coupled up, at least for the moment, exhibiting their lustful urges without shame, free perhaps for the first time of their inhibitions that swallowed their true desire while at home. I looked at Stacie briefly, hoping for a brief insight into what she was thinking. She was smiling, a bright beautiful smile that seemed to radiate her excitement and comfort in the nights coming events. The small jewels on her small mask glittered in the flickering glow, a provocative accent against her inescapable beauty. She wore a small black bikini that she bought for the trip, two small triangles curling around her softly rolling breasts and an equally small triangle of black shiny fabric curling down between her legs and around her up around her ass. We stopped at small round table that sat on the large pool deck already occupied by a slightly older couple, the man maybe in his late thirties, in very good shape, but with dark thinning hair. His wife was about the same age; long curly dirty blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and framed her face like soft strands of satin. The orange and red light from the flames danced stunningly across her pale freckled shoulders. They too wore small party masks similar to ours. "Do you mind if we sit here?" I asked, motioning to two open chairs at their table. "Not at all," the gentleman said, sitting up a bit and shifting his attention from the party that surrounded us. "I'm Stacie and this is my husband Cole," my wife exclaimed as I moved the chair out for her and took a seat next to her. Her hands found mine, betraying a bit of the nervousness that her face hid so well. "I'm Mike and this is my wife Lindsey," the man said, putting his hand out first to me then to Stacie. I could tell Stacie was impressed by his grip and she no doubt wondered if all his attributes were so strong. I smiled, almost in anticipation. "Is this your first time here?" Mike asked, his face inviting and charming. I took an immediate like to him, and I could tell Stacie had as well. Lindsey was a bit quieter, but we gave passing glances to each other, both aware of the almost automatic attraction between our mates. "Sure is, we're actually here on our honeymoon if you can believe it!" Stacie answered. "Well congratulations, young lady," Mike exclaimed, a slight southern drawl sneaking out, "where are y'all from?" "New Orleans as of late." "Well hell, we were practically neighbors," he cried, slapping me on the shoulder "the missus here and I are from Texas." "Oh? A lot of my family are from Austin," Stacie continued, reaching forward and touching his hand gently. Lindsey leaned forward and took my hand, her eyes scanning up to my masked face. "Well, they sure seem to have hit it off, haven't they?" Her voice was deep and sensual, a southern accent strong and inviting. "Yes, they sure have," I replied, looking deep into her clear blue eyes. Lindsey was voluptuous, strong but gentle. Her sinful red lips parted and smiled slowly as she propped her chin on the back of her hand, and as I stared into her peerless blue eyes, I found my self captivated. She had on a one piece black bathing suit that accentuated everything perfectly, lifting her generous breasts seductively and revealing her strong shapely legs. Lindsey stroked my hand, dragging her dangerously red nails softly down the back of my hand. "It sure is brave of you to bring your new young wife to this kind of place," she almost whispered, our faces closing slightly, not wanting to be too obvious. "Who knows what kinds of people you might meet here." "That's kind of what we were hoping for," I smiled back, her perfume light and flowery, seductive as it wound it's way to me, wrapping me in a aura of sensuality. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the warm delicious scent of this new woman. "This is our third or forth time here," she almost giggled, " did you know they actually employ men and women here for the pleasure of their guests?" "Really?" "Yeah, but Mike and I like to meet real people before we resort to that. What do you do for a living? "I write now and then, but currently I'm working for the forest service." "Wow, I bet you really enjoy that!" she soothed, her deep feminine voice soothing. I found I was almost as comfortable talking to her as I was to my own wife or sister. "What do you do?" "Oh, I work for a bank in Austin, but I do run my own webpage on a little site called Dreamnet." There was no mistaking where this was going and my manhood began to respond, anxious to be free of my constricting bathing suit. Stacie grabbed my hand, breaking Lindsey's mesmerizing gaze as she pulled me to my feet. "Mike's going to show us where the real fun is," Stacie exclaimed, pulling at my arm impatiently. Lindsey came up on my other side and took my other arm, entwining the two of us as we hurried to follow Stacie and Mike who moved across the patio towards the other side of the large slide mountain. Crossing the pool deck, Mike led us up a small set of stairs to the second story of the main building that opened up to a large deck. Off to one side a large merry go round span with a large group of naked men gathered around it. Mike shouted out to a few of them and turned from the crowd and began to head towards us. "Hey guys," Mike began, "This is Stacie and Cole, Stacie and Cole, this is John, Jason, Tyrone and Carlos." The men shook each of our hands, their eyes hungrily devouring Stacie. John and Jason were a couple of younger guys, maybe late twenties or early thirties. Tyrone was large and black with a shaved head and in very good shape. His cock promised to be very impressive once erect. And even now it was already beginning to rise. Carlos was an equally muscular Latino, his hair black and his skin tan all over. Stacie smiled and turned to me. "I'm going to fuck them, if it's okay with you." She said simply, her eyes heavy with the lust I was so familiar with, "I'm going to be their slave." I smiled back, my erection starting to throb a little more now concealed within my swimsuit. "But you have to watch, and you can't do anything else," Lindsey whispered in my ear. "Okay," I whispered, watching as the five men began to run their hands over my new bride's body. Lindsey stood with me, watching me as I watched my wife about to fuck five strange men, aroused beyond all belief. I desperately wanted to pull out my engorged cock and relieve the unquenchable tension that had been building within my loins. Lindsey's hand found mind, seizing it tight as I reached for my aching cock. "You can only watch for now," she whispered in my ear. Stacie was in heaven as the five men fondled her every sensuous inch, cupping and squeezing her firm tits and reaching inside her tight bikini bottom, strong fingers beginning to probe her soaken pussy and tight hungry ass. Mike acted first, easing her black silky bottom off, revealing her heart shaped pubic thatch to the five men. John and Carlos backed off, their cocks hard and waiting as Jason knelt before Stacie, forcing her legs apart slightly. "I want eat me some of this fine pussy before you guys fuck it all up," Jason said bluntly, moving his face between Stacie's spread legs. Her knees trembled as Jason's tongue found her button, and she let out a small cry as she and Tyrone embraced, their tongues entangled before me in a heated kiss. Mike moved behind her, removing her top and sucking one of her stiff brown nipples into his mouth, rubbing it fiercely with his tongue. Stacie's hands gripped Tyrone's cock, it's length already twice the width of her small hand, the dark black skin an erotic contrast to my wife's pale hand. Within moment's Stacie was bent over, Tyrone's long thick member inside her mouth, his large black fingers running through her dark hair, urging her on. Stacie's knelt down, her knee's no longer stable enough to hold her, and Jason took to opportunity to switch positions, placing his swollen cock at the mouth of her wet feverish cunt. Slowly he drove into her, and Stacie's eyes rolled back, her body swaying with the two powerful men now driving into opposite ends. Mike backed off a little bit, stroking his sizeable erection at the wanton sight. He glanced devilishly over at his wife and I before scooting up under my wife so that she now straddled him, his cock bobbing perversely as Jason continued to thrust deeply into my wife. His hands gripped her ass as he continued to increase his pace, catering more to his lust than to her needs it seemed. She continued to lavish Tyrone's black rod, deep throating it nearly to his hanging black balls. Mike watched the show from below, face to face almost as Stacie ate Tyrone's giant cock. He gripped her tits possessively, his cock twitching and waiting for its chance to enter my heedless wife. It didn't have to wait long, Jason's forceful thrusts soon erupted in a violent orgasm, and he grunted aloud, ramming his exploding prick deeper and deeper into Stacie's hungry womb. She thrust back equally as hard, wanting to take his full load deep inside her. Jason let off one big cry, finally thrusting his spasming dick inside my wife's cooze, unloading his potent jizz within her depths. It was a moment before he could pull out, and a trickle of white gew trickled out after. Mike wasted no time in taking his place and quickly filled Stacie's dripping hole. Carlos moved in behind my supine wife and lubed his cock with the cum drippings oozing out around Mike's slowly thrusting member. Without hesitation he pointed his head at Stacie's openly offered ass and pushed inside without a care. Stacie moaned, her eyes sprang open at the surprise but she never lost the rhythm, back and forth she rocked, taking in Mike's swollen prick then sucking in Tyrone's monstrous member, in utter euphoria as she now took on the third. Carlos pumped her quickly, his cock disappearing inside her tight ring, withdrawing with a sheen before being thrusting forward again. "Hey man, switch me places," Carlos said, pointing to Stacie's still bobbing head, "I want the cunt to suck my cock." Tyrone looked at the coating on Carlos's meat and smiled, "yeah." Tyrone crudely pulled his tool from Stacie's mouth, leaving her panting as Carlos moved around, offering his spoiled cock to Stacie. She looked up at him with disgust, not sure what to do next. "Put it in your mouth, bitch." Carlos ordered. With only a little hesitation, Stacie complied. Tyrone settled down between her bent knees, and began to ease his monstrous cock into Stacie's still open ass hole. She groaned as he stretched it brutally, Carlos's ass covered cock now trusting in and out of her soft pink lips. I could tell she was loving it, never had I seen her take a more brutal fucking and she was loving every moment of it. Carlos held her head against his rigid shaft as the three men watched her devour it, licking lustfully her own ass juice mixed with Jason's spilled seed. Stacie's tongue wrapped around the strange man's cock, cleaning off every drop, her eyes staring wantonly up as Carlos neared the verge of explosion. His face was taught with pleasure, perverse and hardened. Within moments he grunted forcefully as he thrust his erupting prick inside my wife's mouth, spewing his thick sperm across her merciless tongue and down her ravenous throat. Stacie closed her eyes, her concentration solely on the erupting cock and its missile of hot semen. She greedily gulped down each shot, allowing only a small stream to escape her soft pink lips. Releasing Carlos's wilting member, Stacie dropped her head onto Mike's muscled chest, grunting primitively as his soft gray hairs tickled her face as he continued to thrust into her slick feverish cunt. He could feel Tyrone's girth as he slid deep into Stacie's ass, their cock's drilling into her, separated only by a thin membrane. Stacie lifted her head slightly, smiling as she kissed Mike, her mouth still fresh with Carlos's spent seed. The sheer perversion of it was too much for Mike, and he spasmed violently, again filling her with the cum of another man. Stacie screamed as she came, Mike's searing cum setting off a tremendous orgasm within her. She whimpered as the crest over took her, her body jerking in rhythm to the two men who slammed into her. John was quick to move in, offering his cock to Stacie as Mike climbed out from underneath her trembling body. Stacie was quick to take it, thirsty again for the taste of warm semen. Tyrone now slammed his hips brutally into her ass, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper with every stroke. My cock ached with every cruel drive, savoring the depraved scene before me. My wife, now dripping with other men's cum, being filled by two strange men who were out to use her, their only concern taking their own pleasure from the wanton slut they now fucked. Stacie came again, Tyrone's massive prick stretching her anus cruelly as is slide deep into her unopposed. John's dick slid inside her hungry mouth, its soft wet warmth surrounding his head in utter pleasure. He crudely groped her exposed tits, his fingers pinching her hardened pink nipples as her head continued to bob rhythmically in his lap. Lindsey's hand moved slowly along my thigh, her slender fingers sliding up my throbbing shaft as I sat mesmerized by the wanton act before me. "You're really loving this, aren't you?" She asked, her sinful red lips smiling devilishly, "she is really quite amazing, isn't she?" My mind couldn't seem to form words. I glanced briefly at her beautiful face, desperate for release from my prison. About that time Tyrone began to groan, his thrusts now slower and more powerful as he lost control, blowing his load deep in my wife's ass. Stacie groaned again, her body shaking as she climaxed from her debaucherous act. Tyrone's climax abated and he vacated her, leaving her stretched hole gaping and dripping as John moved behind her, sliding his throbbing prick inside Stacie's creamy cunt. Lindsey smiled sinfully at me as she stood up. "We'll see how incoherent she really is," she said, sitting down before my wife and spreading her legs before her. Stacie instinctually lowered her open mouth on to Lindsey's feverish cunt, sucking her clit gently into her mouth. John continued to pound her from behind and Stacie rocked forward on her knees with every plunge. Lindsey smiled at me, her crimson red lips parted with pleasure as my wife sucked on her apex, fervent for the sweet taste of girl sex. Jason and Mike, their cocks hard again, had kneeled on either side of her face, clearly excited by the lustful act. Stacie grasp their resurrected shafts with her hands, carefully keeping her balance as the four used her body. Her hands quickly slid along their shafts, their growing pleasure evident as they rocked their hips with her strokes. Her head still bobbed with John's constant thrusts, her tongue sliding skillfully into Lindsey as her head fell back, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping. Lindsey moaned, soft but passionate as her husband and his friend climaxed on my wife's face, their cum streaming across her velvety white skin and into her dark silky hair. Stacie gripped their cocks strongly, pulling every drop of white gewy jizz from their balls and keep it for her own. Lindsey now prepared Carlos, her large sensual lips sliding down his revived prick, slickening it with her saliva. After a few minutes of Lindsey's attention, he knelt beside Stacie, stroking strongly until his cock too burst, erupting his seed across her back and ass. Shot after shot pored out of his spasming cock, dumping his thick white gel on her supple. Within moments John erupted, his cock spewing its load into her ravenous womb. It seemed like forever as he thrust into her over and over again, his carnal grunts primal and passionate. He pulled out after a moment, squirting the last few shots of semen down my wife's ass. Lindsey shuddered as a fierce climax seized her, pulling Stacie's coated face against her spasming slit, desperate for her release. John crawled out from behind Stacie's spent form, Tyrone taking his place. He pushed her over on her back and took his place between her spread legs, his cock now seemed larger than before and he slid roughly inside Stacie. He thrust into her violently, cruelly as the rest of us watched, silent. He took his time, fucking her slowly as she laid spread before him, her body rocking slowly with his hips. Her breasts rolled slowly, their pink stiff tips waving in the humid night air like flags of surrender. Her mouth hung open, her mind too over come with pleasure to be aware of her surroundings, her dark beautiful eyes barely open as her heavy lids revealed her lustful exhaustion. Tyrone smiled as he fucked her, performing for his audience like a seasoned actor on Broadway. He knew they loved to watch the dominant muscular black man raping a helpless white wife. That was part of the thrill, letting the other guests watch as he took his pleasure from another man's wife, especially when the husband was watching. His thick middle finger slid into her ass, significantly loosened by his assault earlier. He probed it gently as his pace quickened, her loose used cunt lips clinging visibly to his enormous shaft, their light pink pallor a Coleed contrast to the dark black cock that they clung to. He sucked greedily on her nipples, forcing his face into her tits as he assaulted her tender pussy. Stacie groaned incoherently, her body now shuddering constantly as Tyrone's member forced upon her a near constant orgasm, her cunt stretched as never before. She looked over at me, her face covered in sperm and pussy, her eyes glazed and heavy. She smiled, letting me know she was okay. Tyrone quickly saw her gesture and grabbed hold of her short dark hair, pulling it possessively back and opening her mouth with a muted cry. He gripped her jaw and thrust his zealous demanding tongue into her mouth. Stacie complied, too exhausted to do anything else. She sucked his powerful tongue into her mouth and braced herself as his hips pounded into her, desperate to release his cum. His muscular body rippled as his ass drove into her again and again. Stacie's spread legs held loosely to his hips, her arms thrown around his back as her assailant drove into her with the fierceness of an enraged beast. The small crowd watched in amazement, engrossed in the savage carnal act before us. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of ceaseless rape, Tyrone groaned, thrusting his engorged member deep inside my wife as it let forth a torrent of hot sticky seed surging into her pussy, flowing into her full belly and overflowing out, streaming slowly between her nether lips and down into her ass. Tyrone slowly withdrew his shrinking cock, his shiny white cum spilling from Stacie's cunt and down onto the ground. He pulled her up by her hair, her face splattered with the semen of her lovers. He forced his cock into her exhausted mouth until she had cleaned it of all the remaining cum. Once clean, he smacked her crudely with his now limp prick and pushed her back on the ground, her head thumping brutally on the ground. Without another word or look, he rose and walked off. The rest of our little group sensing the fun was over dispersed slowly, bored of my used wife and amply satisfied with our humiliation. I walked over to Stacie's spent form; her angelic appearance mauled by spattered cum and inflamed scratches. She turned her head slowly, her entrancing dark eyes peering up at me through her nearly ruined mask. Globs of drying seed glued her silky hair in clumps, sticking slightly to my hand as I brushed the hair from her wearied face. Her full pink lips smiled weakly. Her hand traced my throbbing cock, her fingers dancing lightly on the sensitive underbelly. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and quiet wearied from an hour of euphoric cries. "It's not quiet over yet," I smiled, lowering my aching prick to her lips. Her tongue moistening her lips as she pulled my prick into her mouth. Pools of cum ran off her belly where they had collected and dripped onto the already stained ground. I ran my hand through her cum soaked hair as she sucked at my obedient member. I couldn't help but picture her servicing those other men, being used for their pleasure alone and finding her own pleasure in being their whore. Her caring slow lavations were different than before, not the hungry, greedy fervor that had possessed her with the others. She cherished my hardened cock like she would her favorite dark chocolate, savoring the flavor of my member as it slid across her tongue rhythmically. Her pace was maddening, slow and toying. She knew I had watched her with those other men, languishing alone watching her other lovers pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams. And still she was intent of driving me mad with my denied lust. Her dark eyes danced as her mouth worked, sliding down my frenzied shaft in an agonizingly measured slowness. Stacie's hands worked my prick, their strong slender fingers stroking lightly at my skin, creating small pools of painful lust that danced across my skin with each touch. After what felt like an eternity of chaste and painful suffering, I found I could take no more. I grabbed a hold of her short dark hair and began sliding my cock deep into her mouth. Stacie began to comply, to exhausted to do otherwise. Her eyes shifted up to mine, a mix of fear and excitement showing clearly in their blackness. I was unable to control myself any longer, overtaken with lust and indifference to the ordeal my wife had just endured, I began to rape her. Pushing Stacie to the floor, I climbed between her weakened legs, pushing them apart and sliding my cock inside her almost brutally. She was not as tight as she had been that afternoon in the hotel room, her pussy felt used as I pushed inside. Her cunt creamed as I began to fuck her, the cum of her lovers seeping from her fiery slit. I pressed my body against hers, our forms entwining as I slid into her. Her body was slick with seed, her belly and breasts slid erotically against me as I thrust into her, their pools of white seeping on to my skin, covering it as I pressed against her. My mind was lost in the perversion of the moment, our situating forms covered in other men's cum. I grabbed her hair, viscously pulling her mouth to mine. I could taste the sweet taste of cum on her lips, on her tongue. We were enveloped in semen, it covered every inch of our bodies. I could taste it, feel it covering my body as I fucked Stacie. She lay nearly motionless, her tits rolling beneath me as our bodies rocked in sinuous rhythm. Desperately I thrust into her, hungry for my release. Visions of her rape went through my mind and how brutally those men had fucked her. But she had loved it, craved it, and they were more than happy to give it too her. I imagined myself as one of her other lovers, pictured everyone watching intently as I pounded into her, hungry only for my pleasure. Our bodies continued to slide together, the heated semen lubricating our sweating forms as I assaulted her. I could feel my climax building, strengthened by the thought of Stacie's debaucherous act. My wife stared up at me, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as she unwillingly accepted me between her outstretched legs. Finally my climax over took me, my cock thrusting deep into Stacie's used cunt and adding my seed to her gorged belly. I pulled her hair cruelly, my toe curling as the crest overtook me, submerging me violently in a storm of ecstasy. Stacie cried out in pain, her face a portrait of agony as yet another orgasm seized her spent body. Her hips bucked uncontrolled against mine, desperate to drain every drop of cum from my cock. Her hands clawed my back, her control overwhelmed by the force of her climax. It felt like I shot load after load of cum into her womb and still she begged for more, her hungry pussy never satiated until the sharp stinging flames of rapture began to fade into the darkness, the heat and sparks slowly dying, replaced by exhaustion and fulfillment. As we lay together on the ground, our breathing heavy and our bodies slick and tired, we felt closer and more joined than we had ever been. I guess in a way that is what a honeymoon is for, for the discovery of the other person, of our selves, and helping to make the couple one. Some people find themselves by introspection, some by an intimate time alone. Stacie and I found ourselves by sharing each other with others, and I think it may be stronger bond than anything we have found before.