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 Three years ago we went to Morocco for a holiday, staying in a family owned
apartment near to the beach in Agadir.  The place was clean and in a decent
area plus it was close to loads of amenities.  We'd been a little uncertain
when we decided to book a North African holiday but having checked up
online beforehand we had been confident it would be ok.

   The apartment's owners were very attentive and happy to show us about
the neighbourhood and give us tips on where to go and where not to.  The
friendly woman who managed the place was a round middle aged lady and she,
like all her family, was brown skinned in a Mediterranean rather than a
black way.  She spoke good English and seemed delighted to be of service to
us and genuinely pleased for our custom.

   She had a son Ahmed who was probably late teens, about my height who was
full of smiles, spoke perfect English and was very obliging; fetching our
cases and showing us about the first afternoon we were there.  Now I was
conscious that we were not inconspicuous, we were white English people in
an African town and my wife was obviously dressing for the hot weather
rather than covered up as the Muslim women were.  However we were right
near the beach and the resort restaurants so there were a great many
tourists about which meant we didn't really stand out.

   Ahmed and his friend Kamal were keen to show us around all that first
morning and it was rather difficult finally getting rid of them so we could
have time for ourselves, not that they were being pushy just enthusiastic
about the merits of their town.  We grabbed food from a local vendor poked
about the restaurants looking at the at their menus before returning to our
apartment where we read a little before going to bed as we were both
completely exhausted.

   The next day we went to the beach before having lunch at the small
snack-bar near our apartment but even before then I was beginning to feel
rather unwell soon after and was forced to go back to our room where I felt
weak and very ill.  A little later Sophie called on the owner because she
was so worried and the woman came up to see how I was.  She looked at me
then after a brief chat went to fetch a doctor.  Less than an hour later I
was in bed feeling terrible as he told us I had and unspecified bug and he
was anxious to find out what it could be.  He added that if infectious
Sophie might get it as well so while I was confined to bed Sophie was told
not to share but sleep on the sofa bed in the main room.

   Later the doctor returned and told us he thought it was what they
locally called North African Fever but was actually a form of something
called Babesiosis.  He told us it wasn't too serious and would pass after a
while but would mean I was laid up probably for most of the holiday. 
Sophie decided we should go home and phoned the holiday insurance people
but they were not very helpful and after discussing with her what I
actually had they told her that since it wasn't serious we'd have to sort
out our own return travel and were unlikely to get our money back.

   The owner was actually very upset for us so she told us they'd make the
stay as nice as possible even if it wasn't going to be what we had
expected. I added that Sophie should try to enjoy herself a little by still
going to the beach and maybe even eating out.  The doctor had insisted I
not share any of the apartment facilities with my wife just in case of
cross-infection but the landlady told her she wanted her to use their own
bathroom.  When Sophie and I asked how I'd contracted the bug the doctor
asked if we'd eaten anything off a street stall which of course we had.  He
then explained that it was a very common infection in the area adding that
most of the locals were immune however just to be safe we should have
steered clear of vendor food.

   Anyway I now felt totally wiped out so was stuck in bed for probably the
duration but I insisted Sophie at least try to do a few nice things and our
landlady added that she would help to look after me so Sophie could have
some relaxation time.  That evening Ahmed came up, at his mother's
insistence, asking if Sophie wanted to go out for something to eat with him
and Kamal, as long as I didn't mind that was.  She wasn't keen and I could
tell that neither was Ahmed but I urged her to do so as it would get her
out of the apartment in which she'd been stuck all of the day.

   She had given a polite no but his mother then came up telling her that
both she and I wanted her to get out for a bit and that she'd look after
me. In the end Sophie relented reluctantly and went out while the landlady
insisted on making me some food which I ate a little of before settling
down to rest.  Sophie was back a short while later and after saying thank
you to the woman, she sat and chatted to me for ages from the doorway
before I became drowsy and she went to sleep on the sofa.

   Ahmed and Kamal were sent up to offer to take her out for the morning to
visit the local bazaar.  Ahmed was his usual smiley self while his friend,
who was somewhat taller than him and unlike his friend very black-skinned,
stood self-consciously near to my door.  Once again Sophie declined but I
knew it was something she'd really wanted to see so I insisted that she go,
in the end she told them maybe.  It was shortly after the doctor visited
and explained I was not getting better as quickly as he'd hoped but that I
would start to improve in a few days also because I was now very
uncomfortable he gave me some medicine which made me very dizzy and
sluggish; in fact I found it hard to talk but was able to persuade Sophie
to at least go to the bazaar for a short while.

   Sophie returned at lunchtime and sat by the door chatting to me before
Kamal came up and asked her if she wanted to go to the beach with them. 
She looked uncertainly at me but I told her to please go so she disappeared
to get changed then gave me a wave and set off.  I slept most of the rest
of the day.  She was back later only this evening the landlady came up and
kindly asked if she'd like to have dinner with them.  Of course Sophie
declined but the woman pressed and I did to so she eventually did.

   She returned later a little drunk and talked to me for a while from near
the door to the bedroom before blowing me a kiss and sleeping on the
sofa-bed.  I was in pain that night my arms and legs ached a lot so first
thing after breakfast the landlady came up and checked me she called the
doctor back.  He told Sophie and me that he was going to give me some
stronger sedatives to help with the joint pain but I'd be more or less
asleep for the next few days until this phase passed.  I told him it would
be ok and then said to Sophie she should try to enjoy the next few days as
best she could while I was out of it and not feel guilty but she looked a
quizzical at this.

   The landlady then appeared and more or less ordered Sophie to go out as
she'd happily look after me and that in a few more days once I was more
with it we'd be able to enjoy a last few nights in Morocco.  Ahmed and
Kamal came to visit shortly after offered to take my wife on a jeep trip,
something she'd mentioned to them the evening before as another one of our
intended activities.  I was more than a little woolly but told her why not?
After some hesitation she agreed and left with them shortly after.

   I came round late morning and again at lunch during which the woman
visited me and fed me some rice and stuff which was ok but I really felt
ill and just wanted to be asleep so she gave me more of the sedatives and I
dropped off.  I came too late that night and staggered almost drunkenly to
the toilet noting it was after midnight and no sign of my wife.  The
landlady appeared with a coffee in hand having obviously only left me for a
couple of minutes and with a tut ushered me back in bed.  When I asked
where Sophie was she told me it was ok the boys had taken her for food but
I wasn't to worry they would take very good care of her.

   The next morning I woke with Sophie asleep on the sofa but she seemed to
sense my unhappiness and was quickly up with a look of worry on her face.
She got the landlady up and she fed me more pain killers then when she'd
gone Sophie confessed to being a bit hung over.  The meal the evening
before had been really good food and the guys were really sweet then added
that Ahmed's mother was really lovely and had watched over me all day until
she came home.

   I woke probably early afternoon feeling so over drugged my mind was like
cotton wool and I hated it.  Sophie was there on the sofa reading and as
soon as she saw me stir she came as close as she dare telling me how much
she loved me.  I wanted calm her so told her I'd be ok soon and not to
worry but try to enjoy as much of the holiday as she could only she shook
her head.  No, I insisted, she should try to get out and about; to the
beach or something.  I drifted off again and woke to find the landlady was
now there instead.  After a short while she gave me some broth to eat and a
foul tasting drink that she apologetically told me the doctor had
instructed me to take.

   "Where's Sophie?" I asked finally.

   "My son and his friend have taken her out for food again." She stated. I
nodded and said thanks then drifted off again.

   I woke much later at night with my room in total darkness with just the
light from the main room spilling in from the half closed door.  I was
pretty immobile but could see the sofa with what looked like Sophie sitting
next to Kamal chatting.  My sight wasn't too wonderful thanks to the drug
but I could hear her laughing lightly but I couldn't hear them well enough
to tell what about.  She looked in my direction a couple of times but I was
in the dark so she couldn't see me even when I feebly waved a hand.

   She got up to go to the kitchen area and I could tell she was very
drunk. She came back with two glasses and that was when I saw him hold her
waist before she sat down, as if to steady her but he still held it as she
settled next to him.  Ok I decided, things really weren't clear but anyway
I tried to call to her to get her attention only my mouth dry and I didn't
really have a voice.  Then as I watched the man put down his wine pushed
Sophie's hair away from her face and kissed her briefly on the lips.  She
gave some resistance but with a wrench of the guts I noticed she didn't
pull away as quickly as she might have, or so it appeared.

   He tried again but she moved back and I think told him no but Kamal
laughed and he kissed her hand in a jokey sort of way then got up and moved
behind her.  He then bent down and kissed her ears which caused her to flap
at him but again I felt without vigour then she glanced into my dark room
embarrassed as young Kamal began to kiss her neck and shoulder.  She gave a
little meow and wiggled then laughed as she finally moved away from him.

   Now at this point I wondered if this was little more than a drug induced
dream it certainly wasn't like her at all.  Then as I lay frozen, watching,
this teenager tipped her head back and kissed her again on the lips at
which point she finally moved away from him completely standing up.  If it
was real I didn't want him getting out of hand, she was alone and while she
was twenty five and he no more than eighteen he was still larger than she
was.  I attempted to get up but as I moved the world went into a spin and I
couldn't focus for several minutes.

   I had closed my eyes for a minute or two because when I opened them I
could see nothing as the door was now shut.  The world was silent as I
listened but it was unclear what was happening in the next room but though
I heard the occasional sounds that might have been a kiss before a period
of quiet.  The door swung open a little again but from where I now lay I
couldn't see anything and with no sound at all I figured Sophie had sent
the lad packing.  I dozed again then when I finally moved to looked out
Sophie was alone under a sheet of the sofa bed and I fell into a deep if
somewhat troubled sleep.

   The next day Sophie stood at my door talking about nothing much the
moment I was awake and seemingly unaffected by any awkward events of the
previous night.  I wasn't certain if they were real anyway and could hardly
ask her because I decided she'd have told me and besides now I was more or
less free from the effects of the drugs it didn't seem likely.  Our kind
landlady was with us a short time later and told me the doctor was due then
insisted Sophie go and get a bit of sun as she herself tidied my bedroom
and got me some fresh water.  My wife refused to leave until after the
doctors visit however she conceded enough to slip into her bikini and
sun-dress.

   I felt the pain returning during that morning in my joints and
particularly my arm and leg muscles so by the time the doctor arrived I was
eager to take some more medication even if it did knock me out again.  I
woke in the afternoon enveloped in another fog.  I lay between sleep and
wakefulness then I became aware of the occasional noise; an ungh sound
which I realised with a shudder was like the noise Sophie makes when she is
getting closer to an orgasm.  My eyes flew open and I peered blearily
towards the next room but I couldn't see her or indeed anyone.

   I strained to listen again and thought I picked up something but it
wasn't clear so maybe not Sophie at all.  However I was worried so managed
to call (incoherently) and this time I heard my wife say `oh!' and a few
moments later Kamal was next to the bed smiling at me asking if I needed
water.  I felt rather put-out that he was here although why shouldn't he be
as he and his friend were keeping Sophie occupied, so perfectly innocent.

   I then felt guilty and nodded so he gently pulled me up, pushing a
pillow behind my back and turned to get my glass.  I looked past him to see
Sophie who gave me a wave and a smile seeming emerging from the balcony
dressed in her wrap and bikini top.  `Hi' she called `how do you feel?' I
gave a rather gurgled response to which Kamal turned to her and said that I
was still out of it.  That was so true I thought and let him return me to
my lying position as the fog descended.  Just before I drifted off I looked
at Sophie again and noticed that she appeared to be holding her bikini
bottoms which made my heart jump but of course it might have been something
else.

   I think the doctor or someone visited me that evening.  I was given
something else for my returning pain and went out like a light.  Now this
time I woke again when it was very dark both in the bedroom and the rest of
the apartment.  I had been clearly disturbed by something, then as I lay
trying to get my mind back to some state of collective thinking I heard
noises that made me really fear.  There was that ungh noise again only it
was followed by another and another then they became more frequent before a
muffled squeal and finally silence.

   I lay my heart pounding listening but there was nothing else by which
time I was already drifting away once more.  The following morning I woke
late to find Sophie in my bedroom with the doctor who was giving me a
shake. When I looked at him he told me I had probably passed the infectious
stage so Sophie was ok to be with me as long as we still kept the contact
down and she needed to still sleep next door.  He then told me that
hopefully I'd be able to get about a bit more.

   Sophie was bright and cheerful that day and when I finally asked her if
everything was ok she told me yes although she was still worried for me. 
She added that she was just happy to see me improving as she'd been really
frightened.  I felt a little guilty about the thoughts that had come to me
during those drugged nights but I was still uncertain.  I did however
rationalise that in all likelihood she'd been masturbating yet that didn't
feel as comfortably as it should have.  Later that morning the doctor got
me up and I was able to sit in the other room only by three o'clock I was
exhausted and had to go back to rest.  We ate an early meal but I was soon
full and beginning to feel the aching return.  Sophie then got me back in
bed and gave me some pills the doctor had put aside for me before telling
me she was popping out for a little fresh air but wouldn't be gone very
long.

   I sank into a deep sleep again only I came to after a few hours feeling
totally disorientated and the world seemed distorted somehow.  I could see
from my dark bedroom to the well lit main room beyond and when I focussed I
was in shock as I could make out my wife lying on her back with a naked
black torso rising and falling between her open legs.  She was making
really loud ungh noises and babbling as the man pounded her relentlessly
then with a loud yell she had a climax, her feet seemingly curling up into
balls as she came.  The man continued without ever dropping his rhythm.

   I was of course finding it hard to pull my thoughts together but I still
watched in dismay as the guy seemingly gave her another orgasm before
finally lifting off her.  While the world was crazily out of focus but I
could tell it was Kamal who had just sexed my wife as he walked over to the
counter to get a drink.  I felt ill as I contemplated what I was seeing but
as I looked on I was struck by the size of his cock which appeared huge
certainly compared to any normal man I'd seen.  Of course I was so doped up
I truly wondered if it was real.

   I shook my head attempting to clear it but he was still there.  I
watched in total anguish as he returned to my wife who was now sitting
naked and without a word being passed between then he stood still as she
bent her face and began to kiss and suck the end of his ridiculously
colossal member.  It was like a form of torture watching as my lovely wife
used her small hands and pretty mouth on the man's mammoth cock, making it
swell obscenely.

   It was strange, while most of the world was in a heavy fog her face and
his cock were like they were in close up: I could see her red lips part as
her tongue flicked the end of his grotesquely large cock capturing some
pre-cum as she gave a smile.  Her hands looked tiny compared to his giant
black manhood.

   I was in shock as she then opened her mouth wide and sucked the end
working on him for a few minutes although he was simply too big for her to
actually fit in.  Suddenly with what sounded like a curse the man
ejaculated and I witnessed a drenching of sperm that was quite improbable.
It hit her face then as he continued to jerk in her hands shot after shot
splashed on her, running down her cheeks and chin dripping onto her breasts
but the spray went on forever and even after what must have been thirty
seconds there was still more for her to take in her mouth.  God it was so
awful as my wife cleaned his cock looking up at him as she did so before he
let her go and she smiled.  I watched as Kamal dressed and slipped away.  I
wanted to cry or fight or something but all I could do was stare, in utter
disbelief.

   Sophie then did the most unbelievable thing and actually sucked at her
fingers as if it was a meal before getting up and then wiped her face and
hands on a towel.  I was mystified at what I'd just seen: My wife had never
been remotely like the woman I'd witnessed next door and then there was
Kamal's cock which was so ridiculously large it didn't seem credible!  I
lay numbed and broken as sleep took me into ugly dreams.

   It was dark again when I woke only this time I was able to move and knew
I needed to go to the bathroom, I got unsteadily to my feet and staggered
there still rather unsteady.  Sophie was soon by the door in her
nightclothes with worry on her face but realising I was just spending a
penny she relaxed and told me she loved me so much and rushed to get me a
cold drink.  I felt like shouting at her but I was simply too weak and it
would have to wait.  She tucked me back in bed then after seeing I was ok
she went to her own bed leaving me hurt and confused; if any gestures or
actions could have demonstrated her affection for me it was the look of
real concern and love written all over her face.  Yet it was the same face
that a few hours earlier had been covered in the teenager's sperm.

   The next day I was allowed up and about by the doctor and Sophie was
like a kid with a new toy.  She was all over me, fussing about this and
that before we had even had breakfast.  I wanted to sit her down to talk
about what I knew she'd been up to but it was surprisingly hard so I kept
quiet for now, until I felt a little stronger mentally and wasn't so drug
affected.

   Sophie was eager to show me all over the town and despite my need to
face her infidelity I let her guide me waiting for my faculties to truly
clear from the drugs.  Not surprisingly I was soon exhausted so we stopped
for a coffee before moving to another bar where I sipped bottled water and
she had a couple of beers.  She was garrulous and appeared so delighted to
see me up and about that I was beginning to have second thoughts about
everything.

   I finally probed her about Ahmed and then more pointedly regarding Kamal
but Sophie was totally relaxed about them saying they had been kind to us
and that Ahmed acted like a bit of a fool but was a nice guy while Kamal
seemed decent as well.  Now I'm no hero or Mr Macho; it was an awful
situation to address so I again shied away from it.  I pressed a little
about what she'd done the past few nights but Sophie didn't seem
uncomfortable at all and I was unable and unwilling to challenge her
further.

   Anyway as it was the day was bright, hot and lovely and as the time went
on my head became clearer and clearer so now all that had happened really
did seem little more than some awful dream brought on by the drugs.  We
lunched in a European hotel which meant I could get a well cooked and
`safe' omelette then strolled about until I was completely sold out and we
went home via a small market where Sophie bought food and wine for the
evening.

   She chatted happily to me that afternoon as she prepared a meal then the
doctor came to look at me and I noticed Kamal standing in the doorway so
felt myself bristle.  It turned out he'd brought the doctor so, at Sophie's
invitation, he came in as well.  They showed no signs of discomfort with
the situation and in fact they talked as if they'd hardly spoken and when
he left Kamal told me he was happy that I was getting better.  He walked
away without giving even the slightest sign of familiarity towards my wife.
The doctor spoke with Sophie giving her some pills for me for that night
then told me he was giving her some for the next couple of evenings as well
to help me rest but I'd not have anything during the days.

   The meal that evening was lovely and although I wasn't meant to I had a
glass of wine while Sophie more or less had the rest.  I was dropping soon
after so I was given my pills then packed off to bed.  I fell asleep after
a very short time anyway only to be woken by Sophie calling my name from
the doorway.  I felt really fuzzy but tried rouse myself to give her a
smile however the next thing I heard was my wife talking in a low voice
telling someone I was out of it again.

   I was still drifting away but then the sounds of kissing came from the
next room.  My bedroom door was almost shut meaning I couldn't see however
it brought me back to the present and I waited fearfully.  It was totally
dark in my room with just the crack of light from the doorway however this
was widening as the door was once again swinging open on its hinges.

   I sat up deciding I would face whatever was happening head on and to try
to keep my addled brain as clear as I could but it was hard to do so.  I
froze as I saw my wife backing up to the sofa with Kamal kissing her.  Now
whenever my wife and I make love she always wanted it slow and gentle and
had even told me off if I was too rough or demanding.  "It's making love"
She would emphasise.

   None of this was happening with her now.  This teenager was gripping her
breasts crudely and being really rough yet all I could hear was my wife
panting and not stopping him at all.

   He then lifted her dress (my favourite sun dress that she'd worn for me
that day) and crudely pushed the gusset of her knickers aside then shoved
two fingers into her without a pause.  She grunt and simply widened her
legs as he worked into her.

   "I need to fuck you." He stated in a thick accent as his fingers moved
fast.  Sophie gave another moan.  "Now!" He added.  My wife began to remove
the dress while his fingers still worked on her then once free of it (she
wore no bra as her breasts aren't huge) he began to strip.  The door was
now stationary and half open so from where I sat I could see Sophie slide
out of her knickers before lying on the sofa, legs parted waiting.

   Again it was like some giant close up as if my eyes had developed
spyglass vision.  A few moments later when he mounted her I witnessed his
gargantuan cock end opening her improbably wide before the thing began
sliding inside her; every vein of its giant length stood out as it
penetrated deeper and deeper until all I could see were his oversized balls
and no more than a few inches of his cock that simply wouldn't go in.  He
pulled back and I witnessed his cock already glistening with my wife's
copious juices and as she moaned he drove back in hard and then proceeded
to slam her.

   "God!" She cried as she hit a very swift climax her body convulsing,
legs gripping him her hands pulling his rear into her as it washed over
her. Without a word being spoken he pulled her to her feet and manoeuvred
her around.  She looked a little uncertain but let him position her on all
fours her knees on a pillow and her torso on the sofa as he took her from
behind.

   From where I lay I could again see his huge, really, really huge cock
somehow push into Sophie's sex.  It just seemed impossible for such a beast
to get inside her yet it did and again it was as if I had a telephoto lens
focussed on their union.  I witnessed her sex stretching unbelievably wide
to accommodate him causing her to give a grunt, a jerk and a moan but
despite its improbable length he got deeper every single thrust.  He was so
unfeasibly deep I wondered at my own sanity as he must have had a cock that
was significantly over a foot long, rock hard, clearly many times the girth
of mine and I wondered at it.  He was so big it scarcely seemed plausible.

   Still he went further until only perhaps two or so inches were still
outside her then he went for it, pounding her.  There was no conversation
just sex with my wife hitting at least two climaxes (I closed my eyes
several times hoping it would go away and prove to be a nightmare but it
didn't and sleep seemed to elude me but I guess that wasn't so surprising).
Then I opened my eyes to see the man going fast with Sophie yelling in
response as she hit another orgasm.

   This time she came so rapidly after the first time he laughed at her. 
He paused and I wondered if I'd missed his climax, well things were
haphazard.  She then got up and I thought that was it but Sophie had
spotted the door so came over and without really looking inside she pulled
it closed again.

   I still listened to the sounds of my wife sucking on something (I knew
only too well what!) then as the door swung open again I saw her this time
on her knees head bobby up and down on the monster cock which once again
wasn't getting into her mouth but she did her best.  He sat back sipping
beer then after about ten minutes he pulled her hair to get her to stop and
with a gesture he got her to assume the position on all fours once more.

   They resumed where they left of only I could tell he was closer now. 
His balls were also out of proportion very large hanging down several
inches like a pair of tennis balls and as I watched they seemed to tighten
and I heard him curse as he hit a climax and drove my wife to one again. 
He fell over her back as she remained across the sofa clinging onto it as
her orgasms rippled through her.  I was totally humiliated and slumped back
on the bed tears in my eyes yet I still watched as Kamal pulled slowly out
with a great gush of semen flowing from her.  He dressed and left with my
wife still in the same position could still see Sophie's gaping hole as it
pulsed with clearly several mini after-climaxes.  I was eventually consumed
by the sedatives and the world went black like my heart.

   The next morning I woke fuzzy but Sophie was again just as loving and
acting innocent as she had been the previous day plus she was clearly
overjoyed to find me a little stronger.  Once I showered and my head
cleared I prepared to tackle her but the landlady came up and sat chatting
to me, also overjoyed that I seemed a lot better.  By the time she was
ready to leave Sophie simply dragged me out of the apartment as well.  I
decided I'd talk to her when the time was right but it never seemed to be,
especially as she was so loving and affectionate to me I really struggled
to equate this woman with the slut I'd seen the previous evening.  When she
disappeared to the toilet for a few minutes I sat alone thinking it all
over.  Sophie was behaving like she always did, her usual kind self, it was
the slut Sophie that seemed so out of kilter.

   Besides this was the girl who had confessed to me about kissing another
man at a party a year before we married and then spent the next several
months seeking forgiveness.  I'd even seen it (not that she knew) and it
was actually quite innocent so her desire to be honest was both touching
and showed just how strong her love was.  Yet now seemingly she was being
unfaithful with this teenager and she was quite untroubled by it.

   Despite my inner torment we actually spent a reasonable day on the beach
and in town.  I felt much better and strangely she seemed so absolutely
devoted to me it only made me more uncertain.  I expected some guilt or
concern or even a flicker of embarrassment when we met Kamal later that
afternoon but none of it was present, she even cuddled me in front of him.
It was as if she was showing him how much she loved me and yet last night
and the one before she'd been a whore to him.  I suppose that night I hoped
we'd be together but she still told me that for now she was on the sofa. 
Anyway we had both gone to bed at the same time so it was ok except I felt
really tired and the drugs began to work on me even though I was desperate
to remain awake.  I was drifting off but I roused myself when Sophie came
into the room and kissed my forehead whispering that she loved me.  I
mumbled something then I was out.

   It was dark in my room again when I came too.  I looked out and rather
than Sophie asleep on the sofa, my wife was sucking Kamal again.  It was
probably even more humiliating because I could see her hand slide under her
nightdress to her own sex and begin playing with herself.  Eventually he
got him rock hard and laid back once again lifting the nightdress and
invited him in by pushing the knickers to one side.

   I couldn't help but look as his incredibly oversize cock opened her up
(easily now) then improbably she slide most of a foot or so into her.  He
really was colossal and I think that as much as anything gave me a little
bit of doubt as to what I was seeing.  Frankly it didn't seem possible for
any man to have that size of rock hard cock nor any woman (especially my
Sophie) to take it.  This time I watched with almost detachment when she
climaxed noisily several times and wondered at this because while it seemed
so unreal my wife was certainly moving and responding as she did with me
(except she seemed to be more excited by this).  He didn't cum in her this
time but pulled back and once again got her to kneel before he grunted and
ejaculated.  Sophie closed her eyes as he sprayed her face and mouth with a
simply crazy amount of semen.  It ran down out of her mouth where she
caught it in a cupped hand then as he grabbed his mobile she grinned at him
lapping at what must have been half a cup of sperm dripping from her
fingers while he clicked away.

   The next day I was at a loss what to do or say.  My wife was again just
as kind and loving as could be and I was certain my drug based accusations
would have been repudiated with some anger, so I tried to deny the truth to
myself praying she wasn't going to become some sort of slut and end our
marriage.  We spent a nice morning on the beach before going back for lunch
and had a great dinner that evening before we shared the bed; fresh sheets
may have helped only there was no sex not that I dared try; I was scared
because I knew that Kamal's inhuman cock had probably ruined my wife and
once she realised that fact it might be over for us.

   The next day we spent our final morning roaming the town before
returning to the apartment after lunch, I was shattered.  Sophie gave me
some pills as we drank coffee then I again went to sleep heavily.  I half
came around briefly only a few feet from Sophie's spread legs impaled fully
by Kamal's truly gargantuan cock.

   She was oblivious that I was awake only three feet to the side of them
as he rode her.  Then before I submerged again I saw him pull back showing
his juggernaut of a cock which seemed even larger this close.  He was
simply the biggest cocked man you could imagine; I would guess he was maybe
four or even five times my girth and you could see how taught my wife was,
stretched so wide yet that was nothing to the length.

   There must have been fourteen inches of black monster outside her
glistening with my wife's abundant juices before he drove it back in and it
went completely inside her this time.  I was fighting sleep as he made her
cum again then his balls tightened and he ejaculated.  His jerking and
grinding must have continued for over a minute.  I closed my eyes ...  when
I opened them again Sophie was sitting alone opposite reading a book.  That
was when I thought for a few moments that just possibly it was some
repressed erotic fantasy brought on by the drugs but why this fantasy?  I'd
never had interracial thoughts previously or any desire to see my wife
taken by another man especially not a black teenager with a wrecking ball
of a cock.  I might therefore have totally dismissed all of it as unreal
but then I just got a brief glimpse of Sophie's knickers as she sat
opposite me showing a transparent gusset due to a very large, very wet
stain.

   We flew home the next day and I was so glad to be back.  Things were
surprisingly fine between us and she was kind, attentive and loving so I
couldn't begin to challenge her, not that I knew how I would do so.  Parts
of it felt unreal but unfortunately a lot of it had been so vivid there was
no way I could get it out of my head.  I lied to myself pretending it was
mostly some weird hallucination although I knew it wasn't so and set about
trying to get over her infidelity.  I was really nervous when we made love
a day later and wasn't surprised to find she was very, very loose.  She was
also a good deal more demanding in bed than before but it was hardly
surprising given my wife had given herself totally to a black teenager days
earlier (who I also discovered was actually only seventeen) and acted like
a wilful whore.

   Thankfully I was aware where this increased libido came from so worked
hard to make sure she was satisfied and I succeeded because not only did
she hit several orgasms she was total spent after, as was I.  There
followed a period of frequent and intense sex which lasted for several
weeks which Sophie explained away as making up for the missed opportunity
in Morocco.  Of course work and a busy social life soon reduced the
frequency of our lovemaking back to the pre-Morocco levels but there is
still certainly a level of passion and aggression which was never there
before.

   Mercifully nothing has ever hinted at her straying from me since and I
even resorted to occasionally checking up on her on and off for several
months after our return.  I know it sounds awful but I think given what
happened I was justified but even in situations where she could easily have
done so she was completely faithful.  I just wonder sometimes how often she
thinks about it and whether she feels guilt or pleasure, I know I still
re-live scenes of my lovely sweet wife being utterly whorish with Kamal. 
These can be a turn on but also at times just a very painful memory because
to know just how utterly wanton and passionate she became makes me a little
sad.