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 A Contented Cuckold: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   It was not supposed to be like this.  He scowled, ground his teeth
unthinking, and hit the pillow with his fist.

   The idea had been to breath new life into their marriage with a week's
holiday the same West Indies resort they had spent their honeymoon three
years before.  The sex had not been good then, either, he remembered.  At
least she had let him fuck her, laying on her back like a corpse and with
no joy in it at all.  And no cock-sucking, pussy sucking, no doggy-style
even, and certainly no anal.  And no pleasure in it for her and very little
for him.

   He had not fucked her once this holiday and tomorrow was the last day!
He stroked his cock, and comtemplated the bleak prospect of jerking off
into a handkerchief again, as usual over tSe past year.  Always excuses,
headaches, not feeling quite right, another time, problems at work, period
etc etc etc.

   He looked at her laying beside him, sleeping with a contented smile on
her face.  Yes, she was really beautiful with her little-girl features and
her glossy dark hair.  She had pushed the sheet down and exposed her
breasts and belly.  Matchless!  Perfect!  Made for loving!  Small, firm,
shapely, pert, dark nipples straining upwards.  And a flat belly, tiny
waist, and the loveliest arse ever!  It was a consolation that all the guys
envied him, and all eyes turned to her on the beach.  Little did they know!

   He hit the pillow again.  Bugger it!  He was not going to jerk off yet
again.

   He pulled the sheet off entirely.  Lovely long legs too, tanned now, and
that entrancing little triangle of black hair that she kept so well trimmed
and groomed....for her own satisfaction, not his!  Her legs were slightly
apart, but the lips of her cunt were thin and tight closed.  A dry,
old-maid's cunt, he thought.

   Bugger it!  He was going to fuck her this time.  It was not as if he
wanted to take her in her arsehole or even in her mouth, though lots of
guys did both to their wives he knew.  He was going to fuck her, and right
now!

   He knew her pussy would be dry, so he squeezed KY from the tube he kept
(in hope but uselessly) by the bed and greased his swollen and throbbing
cock.  He knelt beside her and gently opened her cunt lips, squeezing lube
straight from the tube in a line downward in her crack.  She slept on. 
Now, as he used his fingers to spread the slippery cream and penetrate her
cunt for a mere half inch, she half awoke, protested in her sleep, and made
to turn over on her side.

   Bugger it!  She was his wife and he would have the sex that was his due!
Roughly he pinned her down with one arm, and opened her legs with the
other. Before she was wholly awake he had forced his cock up her cunt and
was fucking her.

   She screamed, and he could feel her fists pummelling his shoulders and
back as he thrust in and out.

   'Shut up, woman.  If you can't enjoy it, at least shut up!'

   She was sobbing now, and he could feel where her finger nails had torn
his shoulders, not in passion.  No, not passion, but rage and desperation.
This was not good, and he knew it.  But it was his right!  He squeezed one
of those perfect breasts, hard and deliberately hurting her.  She had her
eyes closed now and was still sobbing quietly as he speeded up and had his
climax in her.  He knew it was not as full a climax as if she had
responded. Shit!  It was less than when he jerked himself off.  He muttered
to himself, "Bloody frigid bitch".

   He got off and went to the shower.

   When he got back, she was laying on the couch with a sheet over her,
face buried in a pillow.

   He lay on the bed alone, switched off the light, and it was a long time
before he slept.

   She, too, lay there unhappy.  She knew she was wrong to deny him and
could not understand why.  He was handsome and really a nice guy except
when he was demanding sex.  She had tried to enjoy sex, but there was some
sort of block.  She decided she would get therapy when they were back in
the City.  She would tell him tomorrow.

   .............................................................

   The next day, at the beach, they hardly spoke, and this silence
continued in the evening over dinner, and into the bar where they sat on
stools, next to each other but unspeaking.

   He was ashamed of what he had done the night before: it was a rape and
he knew it.  She, too, was ashamed.  But the right time to have it out, to
tell him she was going to see a doctor or psychiatrist just never came.

   Jamie van Huyden was American despite his name, a scion of one of the
oldest New York Dutch families.  He was also rich, tanned, handsome,
divorced (that had cost him but was worth it.  Oh yes!)and about forty.  He
was on his way to a party in one of the villas along the heights and called
in for a quick whiskey to set himself up.  The raven-haired girl on a stool
at the bar caught his attention immediately.  The bar stools were high and
she was showing a lot of leg, very shapely, smooth and tanned, ankles
set-off by high heels with silver straps up her calfs.  He could see that
under her slightly fetish-kinky top her breasts were naked, and perfect. 
Tiny waist and little bum, more like a teenage girl's than a woman in her
early twenties, which she clearly was.  It was also clear she had had a row
with her man beside her.  Husband!  The wedding ring and engagement band
visible as she raised her glass to her full lips.  He was good looking as
well.  Jamie was bisexual and appreciated beauty in both sexes!

   Forget the party for a bit!  This was worth exploring!

   Experienced at chatting in bars, his American accent, confident and
charming manners, handsome and cheerful maturity, all these attributes made
it easy for his proferred handshake to be accepted by Roy Tomlinson and his
wife, both of whom visibly cheered up in his presence.  the conversation
was banal to begin with.

   'Do you live here or are you on holiday?'

   Roy answered.  'Holiday, and in fact this is our last day: we fly out
early tomorrow morning.'

   'I felt sure you were residents with that wonderful sun tan!'

   Fiona glowed the more in the sunshine of his flattery and attention. 
She was very aware of his admiring looks at her long, slender legs and
nearly started to pull her tiny mini skirt downwards to hide more of her
thighs.  She stopped herself and thought "Why not?  Roy likes me to dress
sexily in the evening and I know I'm very beautiful.  It's just nice to see
that this obviously experienced and sophisticated guy thinks so too.'

   'That's very generous of you Mr....?'

   Van Huyden.  Call me Jamie.'

   'We're Fiona and Roy Tomlinson.  We're Brits.'

   'And I'm American, as you'll have guessed.  We find the English accent
very sexy, Mrs Tomlinson.' His smile and flirting manner made her heart
suddenly miss a beat.  This guy had something she thought.  And then
dismissed the thought.

   'call me Fiona, Jamie.  Do you live here, then?'

   'No.  I live on my yacht....it's that beast out there in the bay.'

   Like most of the tourists Roy and Fiona had admired the floating
gin-palace moored out there and wondered who owned it.  Not only was he
handsome and sophisticated, he was very, very rich!  Now Fiona was aware he
was concentrating on her breasts, as if memorising their shape, perhaps
guessing what they looked like undressed.  She had put on a bustier, a sort
of basque without the suspender straps, for this last night.  It was
particularly sexy, fastened with clips up the back, but with a latchwork of
tapes at the front ending in a bow at the top.  Her mini skirt (really just
what they call a "pelmet" so brief was it), was blue denim, and her basque
a blue satin close to the same colour as the skirt, but with black tapes
and trimmings.  She knew it really hid very little as her flesh was visible
all down the front, from cleavage down to waistband, and all the sexier
behind a lattice of black satin.  The side panels were flimsy and pierced
so you could easily imagine her naked.  When Roy started to look at her
with lust it always annoyed her, but this handsome, older man's admiration
was having a very different effect, and she could feel her clitoris waking
up, which it seldom did nowadays.  She uncrossed her legs and stretched
them down a moment: she was wearing a black satin thong so even if he could
see up she would be decent.  She half regretted she was not wearing the
black silk panties Roy had bought her with the see-through nylon panel at
the front.  That would have given this guy something to ogle!  She smiled
at the idea, and Jamie smiled back: his smile was dead sexy, she decided.

   Roy was talking.  'It's a huge yacht'.

   'Has to be.  It's my main home, and my office.  With satellite internet
and video conferencing I can run my business from nearly anywhere, and
don't have to get back to New York that often nowadays.  We follow the sun
and fun round the world, though I must admit I fly when it's a long ocean
trip.

   Fiona woke up from her satisfied trance,'I've never actually been on a
ship like that, and we never did cruise yet.'

   It was almost an invitation.  He knew what that nervous stretching of
the legs and nearly-not-quite fluttering eyelashes meant.  This young
married woman had the hots for him.  This was his opening and he would take
it!

   'That's easily remedied, Fiona.  My launch is at the jetty just there,
see!  And it's only five minutes out to the Sea Wolf.  So why don't you and
Roy be my guests for a while, come and have a glass on board the yacht. 
This bar is a bit dull, and won't improve.  Trust me, I know.  I've been in
here before.

   ....................

   He ushered the couple into a large saloon and told the respectful
Chinese servant that the group would look after themselves this evening. 
The servant left as silent as he had been for the two minutes while he had
set out three champagne flutes and taken a bottle from a well-disguised
ice-box in the corner.  Jamie had waved the man away: he would open it
himself.  He threw a switch and music started up.

   The champagne was good.  Of course!

   'Do you dance, Fiona?'

   'I love it.  All dancing, ballroom, salsa, rock...everything.' One of
the many regrets in their marriage was that Roy was a terrible dancer and
could seldom even be persuaded too take the floor.  She was
competition-class.

   'I'll put on a quick-step, then, and we can show off to each other.'

   Fiona was glad that the silver high-heeled slippers she was wearing were
shoes she could dance in.

   And Jamie was a great dancer, as good as her if not better.  Their
dancing was complex and stimulating.  She was warming to this man, and so
was her clitoris.  The next tune was a waltz, and again they could show off
to each other, but she was aware of his legs between hers, and could even
feel his hard cock at times.  She knew she was now very damp "down there",
but was not embarrassed as she knew he was finding her sexy and his body
too was betraying that.

   'Energetic that.  A slow one now to rest a bit'.

   Roy watched as his wife and their new friend danced, almost stationary
but swaying on the spot.  Her hands were one on his buttocks and one round
his shoulders, both his were on her pert bottom and he was whispering in
her ear.  Roy did not mind!  In fact there was a part of him that enjoyed
watching this rich powerful guy clearly falling under the spell of his
beautiful wife.  The champagne was good: he poured another glass and felt
his cock stiffen as he watched the guy stroking his wife's bum, hand up
under the disgracefully short skirt.  Roy had watched her dress, seen the
flimsy thong, and knew the guy's palm would be on naked flesh.  Now the guy
had managed to get a hand between the two bodies as they swayed, and was
clearly feeling, squeezing, fondling Fiona's breast.  The satin was thin
and clinging, her tits completely filling the fitted cups and her nipples
now showing through the stretched fabric.  Jamie was whispering in her ear,
and her husband could perhaps guess the sort of flattering words he was
using.  He poured himself another glass, and without thinking adjusted his
hard cock to make it more comfortable inside his underpants.

   Jamie saw this gesture, and knew he had here one of those husbands who
found the idea of his wife being seduced very sexy.  Good!

   Whispering in her ear.  'Fiona, you are the loveliest girl I have seen
in years, and a great dancer too.  You have the body of an angel, and dance
like a demon.  You know they say a girl who has rhythm and movement is
always a girl who loves her sex.'

   Fiona said nothing, but was happy to let him continue in that vein, and
even allowed her pussy to rub a bit against his cock, which she could feel
as hard as a baton under his light trousers.

   You have fantastic breasts, my sweet.  I love them firm and shapely like
yours.  Just right, not small, not large, just so, so sexy!  He had managed
to get one hand inside the cup of her bustier and was feeling her naked
flesh.  As if that was not enough she realised his hand was not only under
her skirt, but had shifted the half-inch wide thong to one side, so his
index finger could rest in her crack from the back.  She gave a little
start as she felt his fingers part her pussy and start to rub her clitoris,
now sopping wet with juices running from her aroused pussy.  This was like
a dream, but she pursed her lips and showed she wanted to be kissed.

   Roy watched his wife enjoying a roving hand on her tits, a finger (or
two or perhaps even three) in her pussy, and her mouth covered by his open
lips, filled with his probing tongue.  They scarcely even swayed to the
music now, and Roy was openly rubbing the outside of his trousers, enjoying
what he was seeing.  It may have been the champagne (but probably not) but
it was a real turn on to watch his wife being seduced.  He decided he would
not mind if they fucked.  In fact he hoped they would.

   Fiona spoke for the first time, whispering.  'That's so good, Jamie. 
It's so long since I've felt like this.'

   It was the work of a moment to pull at the bow at the top of her
cleavage, and the basque almost fell open.  He pulled it from the waist of
her skirt, and now it fell to her feet in a pool of blue satin.  She kicked
it away and took him in her arms again, her head on his shoulder, but hands
now under his shirt, feeling his powerful back.  She pulled it up to expose
his chest, and he took the hint, pulling it over his head to join the
bustier.  Now they could dance naked chest to chest, hands feeling muscle
and smooth skin, and her nipples free for him to kiss and suckle on like a
great baby.

   Roy poured a fourth glass of champagne: the bottle was empty now and he
could feel himself getting a bit drunk.  They could play.  Well so could
he! He unzipped, pulled his underpants aside and took out his cock,
stroking it openly as the couple snogged and explored each others' bodies,
for Jamie's hand was in her crack again, and one of her hands was slipped
down the waistband of his trousers to find naked, hot flesh.

   'Fuck me, Jamie, I never felt so good before.  Fuck me.  please.'

   He undid a button at his waist and his trousers fell to his ankles.  No
underpants.  As he bent to get them over his shoes she could see that he
had an all-over tan, was very hairy, and above all was very muscular.  He
was what they call a "fine figure of a man": above all he had a lovely hard
cock, which she suspected was longer and broader than her man's, and his
balls looked heavier and more masculine too.  God!  She wanted him.

   There, in the middle of the room, in front of her huspand, he bent her
over, tore at the thong, which parted in his hands, opened her cunt lips
with one hand, and entered her from behind.  She was so juicy that he slid
in effortlessly, still making her squeak with pleasure as he pentrated.  He
rested his cock a moment, fully up her, his hairy thighs against her
golden, naked bum, and felt her vagina grip and release, grip and release.
Good.  He would fuck her in that rhythm and make sure she came first. 
twice if possible.  He started to fuck her, bent over, her hands on her
knees.  His thrusts smacked against her buttocks and he realised she would
fall over and spoil it.  Still up her, he lifted her two steps across the
room so she could lean on the back of an armchair, and they continued.

   It was not a problem to get her to come!  Within a dozen thrusts she was
'oohing and aaahing', imploring him to fuck her harder, telling him he was
the best, the best ever, 'Oh, fuck me, please, fuck me, oh, oh'.  She was
close now and he reached under her to rub her clit, and round her to hold
one breast, and this brought her to a climax.  He hit her pussy with a
dozen great powerful thrusts while she was coming, but controlled himself
and reduced to a steady, slow rhythm again as her orgasm died away.

   Roy had seen this sort of thing in porn videos, but had imagined it was
fake...  good little actresses.  But here was his wife losing herself in
the passion of sex, and going to get more, it seemed.  He was still
stroking his cock, enjoying this.  His wife had never been like this with
him!

   'Please, Jamie, no more.  I can't....' But Jamie had started thrusting
hard again, tripping her into another orgasm, banging it into her while she
nearly sobbed her gratitude for the pleasure she was experiencing.  He was
rubbing her clit, pulling at it, letting it slide between finger and thumb
as he shagged her from behind.Then he again grasped her breast, rolling a
nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she was coming a second time. 
Again the hard thrusts and then the slower rhythm.

   Jamie had been aware that her husband, watching, had been masturbating,
and now he wanted to see her fucked by her own man, preferably Roy naked.
He shouted across the room, 'She's yours now, Roy.  Well warmed up.  Get
those clothes off and come and give her what she wants.

   It was almost funny to watch the desperate haste the half-drunk husband
used to strip, but however clumsy he got naked at last and Jamie enjoyed
looking at a good, athletic body and a nice hard cock.  He was uncut. 
Good! That gives the tongue more games to play!  He was sure he would get
to enjoy that cock himself later.  Time would tell!

   Roy stood beside him, and Fiona would scarcely have noticed as Jamie
pulled his cock out and Roy plunged his in.  Jamie retreated to the couch
vacated by Roy and watched as the guy shafted his wife, hard and with
pwerful thrusts that echoed round the room as his thighs smacked into her
bum.  The guy was muttering to himself as he fucked, and the watcher could
make out some of the vindictive words.

   'Bitch!  Bloody bitch!  I'll give it so you won't forget.  Fucking
bitch, have some of this.' His wife had lost it completely now, and with
squeaks and pants, pleas, begging him to stop, and then not to stop, and
then to stop again.  Altogether it was a good show, Jamie decided.  The
sexiest body he had seen in years...  real star quality....  and her man
rather tasty too!  His arse was very enticing as he fucked, and the muscles
clenched and unclenched with each push, suggesting the pleasures to be had
from that particular anus.

   Neither of them saw anything as Jamie sidled up behind them, and
immediately after Roy had inflicted a huge slap on her rump he stabbed her
with a fine hypodermic, emptying it quickly.  She just lost any pain in the
midst of the repeated orgasms she was experiencing, and he was enjoying his
wife's body fully for the first time ever, too preoccupied to notice.

   Finally Roy could hold out no longer and he unloaded into her, filling
her cunt with the accumulated spunk of several frustrating days, a
half-hour's exciting masturbation, and five minutes of frenetic fucking. 
He left her there, bent over the back of the chair and went back cheerfully
to sit beside Jamie.

   'Bloody hell!  That was a good one.'

   'She's a great fuck, your wife.'

   'First time she ever has been, believe me.  You know she won't give me
head, let alone come in her mouth.'

   'She will now, believe me.  In fact she'll be begging you in a minute or
two.' He did not mention the very expensive drug he had injected, now
coursing through her veins and maintaining, even increasing her need for
sex.  'I'm still hard, but you've lost it a bit.  Here let me.  We want you
hard again by the time she comes round.  Fuck her face this time, Roy, like
you've always wanted to, and like I'd enjoy watching.'

   To Roy's amazement, this handsome and clearly hetero guy (after all Roy
had just watched him really fuck Fiona as if he meant it), this handsome,
macho guy knelt in front of the Brit, arms around him, hands on his naked
arse, and took the half-hard cock into his mouth.  Roy had never had this
before, not from a girl, and certainly not from a guy, but had always
wanted it and thought it must be good.  It was!  Better than good:
fantastic as the guy first sucked the cock hard and then gobbled up and
down on it, his tongue fluttering up and down the shaft at the front where
it was most sensitive, tongue slipping under the foreskin, lips pressing
and stimulating.  Roy had got hard in no time...  and so was Jamie, who had
not yet come of course.  Both were ready for more!

   Fiona had recovered, and staggered in her high heels over to the couple
of men, making love in a time-honoured gay method.  She was astounded at
Roy, but God!  it was so sexy watching her man being sucked and obviously
loving it.

   She stripped off her skirt and the torn debris of her panties and knelt
beside Jamie.  It was odd, she had never wanted to do this before. 
Correction: she had been disgusted by the idea of a cock in her mouth.  Now
she longed for it, and something strange was also happening to her body. 
She felt flushed, her heart was racing, and suddenly she needed to rub her
clit.  Correction: she needed to be fucked while someone sucked her clit.
The desire there was so strong it was almost painful.  She pushed Jamie
aside and greedily swallowed her man's cock.  He grasped her hair, shining
still, but dishevelled now and sweat soaked round her brow, and jerked his
hips up and down so she was taking the full length each time.  'Bitch! 
Swallow my cock, and swallow this!'
He held her head in place while he pumped spunk into her mouth.  The
slippery, warm.  tasteless feel of his cum was a new experience for her,

but her body cried out for more, and more.

   'Here, Roy, swallow this, and you'll want more in a few minutes.' Roy
handed over a pill, still experimental in those times and very expensive!
'She won't need it.  she'll be randy for hours, and want every man in
sight. Lead her to the bedroom: she can hardly walk she's been shagged so
hard.  There's a bed there for us to use!'

   .................................................................

   They dumped the girl on the huge, silk-covered bed, naked except for her
high heels, her cunt no longer that thin, tight-closed line, but plump,
pouting and open so her clit stood out from it like the "little man in a
boat" of folk-tales.

   Jamie caught hold of Roy and pulled him close so Roy was leaning his
arse against Jamie's cock, Jamie one hand grasping the Roy's cock, the
other playing with his nipple.  'There's a boy I like to use for sex.  Very
beautiful, very young....  legal where I found him and that's documented
too.  Very willing, very bi, and a repeater like all teenage boys.  I'm
sure Fiona would love him.  How about you?' He closed his lips on Roy's
neck, kissing him.

   This was new, too, to Roy.  Like most guys he had jerked off with
teenage mates long ago, but had shied away from any homosexual feelings...
though like everyone who is honest he had sometimes felt gay emotions, a
stirring when an attractive man looked at him in that certain way! 
Everything was new this evening: why not that too?

   'OK by me, Jamie.  Wheel him in!'

   'There's another who would be a special treat for your lady wife.  He's
South African, black as the ace of spades, and hung like an ox.  Fancy
seeing her shagged by a big buck?  I know she's in the mood for it: look at
her.' Fiona was laying on her back, eyes closed, legs wide open, both hands
at her crotch one rubbing and tweaking her clit, the other forcing four
fingers in and out her cunt.  Juices everywhere and little squeaking cries
announcing each peak of pleasure climbed.  The injection was still having
its effect.

   'Why not?'

   'Great!' And to his redoubled amazement he found himself being hugged
and kissed by Jamie, and reciprocating with his mouth open and his tongue
battling for possession of the older guy's mouth.  A moment or two of this,
cocks pressed against each other, and a little hand-bell on a side-table
was rung by Jamie, twice.

   The young lad was dark-haired, almost coffee-coloured, but looked light
compared to the huge black man beside him.

   'The boy's Brazilian.  You speak any Potuguese?  No?  Nor do I, but it
hasn't got in our way at all'.  As if to prove the point the boy was
stripping off his shirts and shorts un-asked...  he was a walking
wet-dream. and even the supposedly heterosexual Roy felt an immediate
attraction.  He turned to the two naked guys and stood there, slender,
smooth, his brown cock not hard, but arcing gracefully down over tight
little balls.  The only hair on his body was his little triangle of fine,
almost silky hair.  'You can do anything you want with him, except mark
him! I don't want him spoiled!'

   In contrast, the big guy had immediately spotted the masturbating girl
on the bed, so sluttish-looking now, but so beautiful with her tall tits
and narrow waist.  With a big grin showing strong white teeth, he kicked
off his shoes and lay on the bed beside her.  It was a moment before Fiona
realised there was yet another man beside her and opened her eyes.  The
first she saw was massive, black, biceps and a barrel-chest filling an
over-tight t-shirt.  She forgot to jerk her pussy for a moment and half sat
up to take in equally massive thighs again nearly too big for the tight
khaki shorts, and most of all the bulge promising more delights.  She
opened her arms for him, an offer he eagerly accepted and she felt the
weight of his body over hers as they kissed.

   Roy was watching out of the corner of his eye, but his attention was
mostly on the slender kneeling figure in front of him and Jamie, engaged in
sucking, fondling, licking their cocks into full erection.  He was hard
almost immediately, the effect of watching his wife with the huge black
guy, the skill of the boy licking his balls and sucking at his cock, the
feel of Jamie's hands on his body, the feel of the boy's silky hair between
his palms, and above all the viagra.  As soon as Roy was hard, Jamie
stiffened too, mostly because of his lust for Roy's athletic body, his hard
little buttocks.

   'Fuck him, Roy.  I'd love to see you fuck him, and we can both watch
your wife being serviced!'

   And, indeed, Fiona was off again: she had removed the guy's shirt and
was kissing his bare, barrel chest, licking at it, sucking his nipples,
resting her cheek on the crispy hairs, her hands scrabbling at the
waistband of his shorts.  At last the buckle came loose and she was able to
reach down into the crotch and grasp warm, pulsating meat.  His cock
throbbed and twiched in her grip, too broad for her fist to close round it.
she felt the knob, and guessed he had been cut, but also realised there was
pre-cum slipping over her palm, hardly surprising considering the pleasure
he was taking from fondling her splendid tits with one hand and dabbling in
her open, cum-filled crack with the other.  she had to taste this cock,
taste the pre-cum.  She scrabbled again at his shorts and managed to pop
open the buttons.  He lifted his hips to help her ease the shorts over his
bulge, down great tree-trunk thighs, and off over his ankles.  He was naked
now, laying on his back, and she forgot his chest in the delights of
so-masculine cock and balls, sucking and slobbering over them, so far gone
that she even forgot to masturbate.

   Roy and Jamie were both watching this performance, but Roy also fancied
the pretty-boy Brazilian, and had him bent over the back of an armchair,
spreading silky-skinned but firm buttocks so he could lick and penetrate a
tight little anus with his pointed tongue.  The boy was groaning with
pleasure, wriggling his hips provocatively, and pushing backwards to give
that probing tongue an extra half inch.  The boy was repaeating the same
four words over and over.

   'I haven't much Portuguese, Roy, but I've heard that from him before:
he's begging you to fuck him.  Here.' Jamie had a dispenser of lube, and he
squirted some on Roy's eager cock and then into the boy's crack.  He
grasped Roy's cock, wiped it once up and down between the boy's buttock and
placed it.  Roy needed no more encouragement to push and feel his knob
penetrate, his cock sliding into the boy till his thighs rested against
those lovely light-brown cheeks: the groan from the boy was of pure
pleasure.  He looked up for a moment, and saw his wife was enjoying
herself, which only added to his excitement as he started to fuck his boy.

   The black sailor had lain on his back while Fiona enjoyed his broad and
long cock with her mouth and hands, keeping the large purple helmet in her
mouth while she pulled at his ball sack and caressed his thighs.  Then she
knew she just had to have him in her, and leaped astride him, holding his
cock completely vertical, placing it in her crack, and sinking down onto
it. She had never felt so filled, despite her cunt being so stretched from
shagging and shagging and shagging all evening.  She bounced up and down on
it just half a dozen times and was coming yet again, beating his chest with
her fists and screaming her passion, using words that her husband had never
heard from her mouth before and which astounded and excited him.  He fucked
the boy even harder, scarcely noticing that Jamie had his arms around him
and a stiff cock resting against his anus.

   It was Roy's turn to shout as that impudent cock forced its way into his
virgin arse: and the cry was with pain, not pleasure!  Jamie was ready for
this, and stroking the guy's buttocks whispered in his ear 'Shhh!  It'll
pass', fucking him now in the same rhythm as the Brazilian lad was
enjoying.

   The sight and sounds of his wife's orgasm, the tightness of that slender
arse in front of him, and the feel of Jamies's hands on his body made the
discomfort tolerable, no longer what he could call pain.

   On the bed the big negro laughed and turned the girl on her back without
removing his prick from her cunt.  Now she felt the full weight of his body
as he shagged her, ignoring the pain of her finger nails as they raked down
his back in her passion and lust for this huge guy.  He brought her off
twice more before he came himself, in time with her last orgasm and filling
her cunt yet again with hot cum.

   Across the room, Jamie had come in Roy's arse, and withdrawn: Roy fucked
even harder, and reached under the boy to hold his balls with one hand and
his cock with the other.  The boy yelled something unintelligible, and Roy
felt his hand bathed in slippery spunk.  This reminded him of something he
had long forgotten, when Joseph Murphy, a boy several years older than him,
had forced him, then ten years old, to jerk him off.  The young lad had
found it strange but exciting, and had his first dry orgasm that day. 
Guilt had made him forget, but this feeling on his fingers reminded him,
the excitement too remembered, and he came strongly, deep in that pretty
arse.

   Jamie cleaned them all up, while on the bed Fiona still masturbated and
the sailor lay inert, fucked-out.

   'I hope you'll be able to stay a few days on the yacht, Roy: we're off
to Rio tomorrow.'

   'I wish, Jamie.  But Fiona and I both have to be back at work Monday, so
we have to fly out tomorrow, 11 am.  In fact we had better get moving now:
looks as if Fiona needs a good night's sleep!'

   'Pity!  But I'll give you my card, and call me or email me whenever you
feel like a cruise.  And I mean whenever.  Come on, Fiona.  Time to go
home. Get dressed again.'

   'No!  I want this guy again.' She lunged at the dozing figure beside her
and had his limp cock in her mouth.' Roy pulled her off, still protesting
and struggling.

   Jamie chipped in, firmly.  'Now, be a good girl and get dressed and
we'll give you a big matelot to fuck in the launch going back.  A new,
fresh one, with a massive cock and balls full of cream.'

   ..............................................................

   They were in good time at the airport check-in, and had a pleasant
surprise.  The girl on the desk thanked them for upgrading to business
class, and handed them an envelope.  In it was the explanation, a note from
Jamie van Huyden thanking them for the evening's entertainment, repeating
his phone and mobile, and telling them he meant it when he said any
time.... Oh, and also he had paid for them to upgrade their seats, so they
could have a nice rest after their exertions.

   They both agreed he was a nice man, generous, and good fun.  "Sexy too,"
added Fiona, and her husband agreed.

   The two of them, surprisingly, were neither hang-overed nor feeling
fucked as the plane took off on time.  There's nothing like a good sexual
orgy to set you up!

   But they were both quiet.  Had a lot to think about!

   The film was boring, and Fiona rested her head on her man's shoulder and
suggested they switch it off.  Her hand went to his crotch and was soon
rewarded by signs of life there.

   'You know, I found it terribly sexy being fucked with you watching me.
And I'd never have thought that possible.'

   'And I really got off on watching you getting fucked as well.  Jeez! 
You were horny!  You know I got fucked as well?'

   'I know.  I saw you fucking that boy, and then Jamie going up your arse
too.  That was sexy, but I couldn't concentrate what with that guy fucking
the daylights out of me.'

   'Darling!'

   'We've got to do it again, It's so sexy.  Next time I'll really watch
what you're doing if you're having some gay fun.'

   'I'd like that.  Who?'

   'You know that new lad in the mailroom, the blonde guy with wavy hair.'

   'I've seen him.  Pretty boy.  Very sexy.'

   'Yup, David.  People say he's gay, but Betty Hewitt says he's not, and
I'm sure she knows.  She fucks everyone and she'll certainly have had him
by now.'

   'Probably bisexual.  In which case he'll be ideal for us.'

   'I'll put him on the list then, but first I want us to have Sir Jasper
Isaacs.'

   'Your Boss?  You fancy him?'

   'Not especially, but he's going to be Chairman of the Board: it'll be
announced next month.  Betty told me: she's Sir Ralph's Secretary and he's
announcing his retirement any day now, she says.  Well, you know Hilda
Smythe is retiring month-end?'

   'I didn't.  I'm not all that often in Head off ice as you know.  Head of
Employee Relations?'

   'I'd like her job, and it will be in the gift of Sir Jasper when he's
Chairman.'

   'I get it.  He fucks you, and as a reward you get the job.  I bet you
he's circumcised.'

   'No takers, darling.  But as a reward for you, you get to watch me being
fucked, and then get to fuck me when I'm all-sexed up and my pussy hot and
full of cum.  And get to fuck young David from the mailroom too as soon as
we can.'

   'It's a deal.  You've got me so randy I could fuck you right now.'

   'I know!  I can feel you are!  Let's join the mile high club.  Follow me
along to the toilets, darling.'

   He gave her a two minute start and then made his way up the gangway,
holding a hand loosely in front of himself to hide the tent.  The door
opened, unlocked, and there she was, sitting on the loo (the lid down),
legs apart, and playing with her clit.  She made a grab for him, and while
he was clicking the lock down had his belt undone and his trousers and
pants down, his cock in her mouth.  He held her head between his hands,
fingers sliding in her silky black hair as she bobbed up and down on him.
Amazingly this was still the first time she had sucked him: it occurred to
him that she had already sucked more than three men since her amazing
transformation from prissy prig to randy harlot!

   The memory of her sucking a huge black cock in the launch was still a
great turn on, and he knew he would have difficulty controlling himself. 
At that moment her hands on his arse moved to his anus, and he felt her
finger enter.  That was too much, and despite himeslf he came in her mouth.

   Fiona had been enjoying sucking this vigourous cock, but was promising
herself a good hard shagging, having worked out she could lean against the
sink and jut her arse out to take it from behind.  But suddenly her mouth
was filled with cum and she knew that fucking would have to be later in the
flight!  She wanted him to feel good, though, and smiled at him as she
licked her lips where a few threads of cum had slipped out.  'Thank you,
darling.  That was lovely.  Now you go back and I'll follow in a minute or
two.'

   That minute or two was filled with more masturbation, and finally a nice
little orgasm.  She slipped her thong, rather damp now, into her purse and
made her way back down the aisle.

   A few rows before hers there was a big black guy in the aisle seat.  He
was clearly a politician or perhaps a businessman, with his well-groomed
look and charcoal grey 3-piece suit: his barrel chest certainly filled that
waistcoat, and put her in mind of the two sailors from the night before. 
And this guy guessed what she had been up to with her man in the toilets,
as was apparent from the meaning smile and then a wink.  She looked him
straight in the face, smiled, made a tiny beckoning movement, turned about
and made and made her way back towards the toilet.  He allowed her to move
away for about a minute, admiring her cute butt as it moved under the
light, very short skirt, and especially her long, tanned legs.  Mostly he
preferred black, or at least brown girls to these rather willowy and pallid
whities, but this one was special!  Her arse was nicely jutting, inviting
use, and her tits were going to be as good as any of his athletic little
island girls.  He got up from his seat as she let herself into the cubicle,
and followed on.

   As he opened the door, unlocked, he was greeted by the sight of that
perfect, jutting arse naked, and she was just pulling her top up over hear
head to reveal her perfect bosom.  He locked the door behind him, took off
his jacket and hung it on the door-hook, undid the button at his waist,
unzipped, and allowed his trousers to fall to his ankles.  Once free of his
pants his cock seemed huge to her, framed black against the white of his
boxers, as she looked over her shoulders.  She bent over the sink, as she
had intended to for her husband if he had not come too quickly and spoiled
it, jutted her bum out, wiiggled it, and said in a low whisper, 'Come and
get some, big boy!'

   They were the only words spoken as he stretched her cheeks apart with
large, strong hands, wiped his knob in her wet pussy....  no need for any
lube here, he thought....  and with one push was in her up to his balls. 
She gave a little squeak as her cunt was suddenly stretched by his weapon.
In complete silence he fucked her so the only sound was the squelch of his
cock sliding through her juices and little panting moans from Fiona, who
would dearly loved to cry out loud.  She felt his hands on her tits: she
had always known that she had good breasts, but had not realised just how
wonderful they were until the night before, when they had been almost
worshipped by her new lovers.  This guy too was feeling them, stroking
them, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers,
and adding to the excitement in her pussy as her orgasm approached like a
train in the tunnel.  He was suddenly aware that she was masturbating while
he was fucking her: of course his cock could not rub on her clit from
behind.  Almost roughly he pulled her hand away from her cunt and used his
own thumb and index finger to rub and pull at her little nub.  This
triggered her and with a series of deep, almost barkingj grunts she came,
and he felt her pussy even wetter.

   He had increased his speed while she was coming, and now as her orgasm
faded away again he returned to the steady, powerful thrusts he had started
with, hands on her tits again.

   This time it took only seconds, and she did not need to stimulate her
clitoris: she just came off even more powerfully.
And still he fucked her, bringing her to two more climaxes before he

listened to her pleas and came himself.

   Still wordless, he pulled out, wiped his cock on a paper towel, pulled
up his trousers, put his jacket on.  Almost as an afterthought, he pulled a
card from his wastcoat pocket and laid it on the sink beside the
dishevelled and panting brunette.

   It took Fiona a few minutes to make herself civilised again, and she
still felt a bit unsteady as she made her way back to the seat, where her
husband looked at her enquiring.

   'I met a nice guy!' She handed him the card.

   'Good address.  Must be well-heeled.  Attractive?'

   'If you like big, strong black men, yes, darling.'

   He made room for her to sit at the window as she liked.

   'I'm looking forward to watching you with Sir Jasper, Fiona.'

   'Mmm.  I don't think he'll want sex with you, Roy.  Not the type I
think. But I'm sure the mailroom lad will.  I'm really looking forward to
seeing you two together.  I don't know which was the sexier, you fucking
the Brazilian boy, or Jamie fucking you.  Anyway, I got really horny.  Hey!
If he's good, I mean good for both of us, when I'm Manager Human Resources
I'll get the boy into your sales team: then we should be able to have him
whenever we want.'

   'Great.  I'm looking forward to the next few months, darling.  But now
let's try to sleep a bit: I'm knackered!



   The End (of the beginning)

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