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 Swinging Surprise part 3 - Hanna plans a romantic trip to Jamaica, but
Scott is not a part of the itinerary.

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   "Tyreece asked me to go to Jamaica with him." Hanna said, matter of
factly.

   It had only been a week since she had been gangbanged by him and two
other guys in our bedroom.  I had managed not to show my jealousy up until
now, hoping that our currently unbalanced swinging situation would
eventually move in my favor.  This was not what I was hoping for.

   "Jamaica?  When do you want us to go to Jamaica?"

   "Honey, I just meant me.  He's going to that Hedonism resort next month
and invited me to stay in his room.  I can tell him no if that's a
problem." She said that last sentence with her pouty voice.

   "It's not a problem, but isn't this a little risky?  You barely know the
guy." I tried not to sound whiny as I said it, but I doubt I succeded. 
Hanna didn't seem to notice though.

   "Lindsey's known him for a long time, and she'll be down there with
Alton."

   Alton, one of the other guys from last weekend.  I had only learned his
name after they all left the following morning.

   She went on.  "I have all that vacation saved up, and you're never able
to take that much time off.  I could use those free miles you have on the
credit card for the ticket.  No big deal."

   She was asking me to go to a tropical sex resort for a week, and acting
like all that I cared about was vacation and airfare.  She walked over to
me, and kissed me.

   "I know you like it when he fucks me.  Just think how hot it will be
thinking about what we are doing that week we are gone." She whispered in
my ear, her breath hot on my skin.  "Not knowing when he's fucking me or
when we're walking on the beach.  Knowing I am going to tell you all about
it when I get back." She grabbed my dick, now rock hard in my pants. 
"Mmmmm..." she purred, stroking me through my pants.  "I'm going to fuck
Lindsey too.  I've wanted to taste her since she gave me that lap dance
last week.  She asked Tyreece to film us for you, so you could enjoy it."

   Watching her and Lindsey kissing had been amazing, the thought of them
going further drove me to the edge.  Hanna dropped to her knees, unzipping
my pants and freeing my throbbing shaft.  Her sexual energy was raging, and
she gave me an amazing blowjob.  I managed to control myself for a few
minutes, but soon exploded in her mouth.  She swallowed with a smile on her
face, and then stood and kissed me.

   "I take it your answer is yes."

   It was, but I'm not sure I ever had a choice.

   The week before her trip, persuaded by another blowjob, I went with her
to her favorite lingerie store to help her pick out some "special" attire
for her trip.  She claimed she wanted my opinion as to what men found sexy,
but I suspect her primary motive was to continue her slow tease.  Over $400
later we left the store with a few bags full of satin, lace, and nylon
meant for another man.

   The Saturday she left, I drove her to the airport.  She was connecting
through Atlanta, on the same flight as Tyreece.  As we pulled up to the
terminal, she pulled back the hem of her skirt, revealing a black lace
thong we had bought earlier that week.

   "Thank you for these.  I can't wait to show them to Tyreece when we get
to the Island." Hanna leaned over and kissed me.  "I want this trip to be
just pleasure, so I don't plan on calling unless something goes wrong, OK?
Besides, I want your imagination to run a little wild until I get back to
tell you."

   "Ok, just be safe.  I'll miss you."

   "I love you, and thank you for being so good about this."

   She kissed me again, and got out of the car.  As I helped her with her
bag I said goodbye, and told her, truthfully, that I loved her, and that I
wanted her to have fun.  But I kept the fact that I was scared to death to
myself.  I got back in the car, waving to her as she entered the airport,
and then drove away.  Thus began the longest week of my live.

   She texted me only once, from the airport in Atlanta, to let me know she
had met up with Tyreece and was about to board the flight to Jamaica.  I
spent the afternoon in front of the TV watching football, but my mind was
elsewhere.  By dinnertime I knew they had been at the hotel for at least
couple hours.  Surely Tyreece had seen, and removed, her new panties by
now.

   As the evening wore on, I pictured them in every position, her riding
him, on her back with her legs spread wide, on her hands and knees taking
him from behind.  I could see them, by the pool, her laying topless next to
him.  I could see him parading her around there resort, his trophy for the
week.  When at last I fell asleep that night, aided by a few shots of
whiskey, my last thoughts were of her next to him in bed.

   My dreams offered no relief, I awakened at 3am, hungover, the memory of
a fever dream fresh in my mind.  In my dream I had been standing at the
altar, watching Hanna walk down the aisle in her wedding dress, butterflies
in my stomach.  The image was the same as our wedding day, only this time,
Hanna walked to meet Tyreece.  I stood to his side, holding Hanna's wedding
ring, which I passed to him as he took her hand.  There was no priest this
time, but Lindsey stood there in his place, admiring the union she had
created.  As all looked on, Tyreece stripped Hanna to her white corset and
stockings, then laid her down on the altar.  He mounted her there, in front
of our family and friends, their affair exposed for all to see.

   I awoke with the sound of her moans still in my ears, and my cock
painfully erect.  I masturbated to orgasm with the image of her and Tyreece
in my mind.

   The rest of the week was much the same.  I was essentially useless at
work, often suffering the embarrassment of becoming erect at inconvenient
times as thoughts of Hanna entered my mind.  Boring meetings were the
worst, for with nothing to distract me from my thoughts I could picture
nothing else.  At home I turned to porn, watching hours of videos on an
interracial website, and picturing Hanna's face on the girl in every one.

   Even without the porn, sex filled my mind that week.  I pictured Hanna
with all the lingerie we had bought together, her carefully dressing for
the evening, then slowly slipping off her dress to reveal it for Tyreece.
The red corset, black and pink bras panties and garter belts, the blue
babydoll, several colors of stockings, all vivid images in my mind as I
thought of her with him.  She had told me he liked it when she kept her
lingerie on as they fucked, and this is how I pictured them.

   Her making love to Lindsey was another obsession.  I could see Tyreece
and Alton watching as she walked over to kiss Lindsey, watching as the
woman I loved and the woman I lusted for slowly peel away each other's
clothes.  Their pink lips pressed together, tongues gently swirling
together.  Lindsey was an expert with her tongue, and I could see it
flicking away at Hanna's wetness, teasing her clit and probing into her,
bringing her slowly to orgasm.  I thought of Hanna, her first time licking
a woman, timid at first but following Lindsey's cues eagerly.  I knew Alton
and Tyreece would not watch for long, instead moving in to fuck them both
in turn until they all came.

   I have spoken to other swingers since who had shared their wives for a
night without being present, and all described similar experiences.  My
torment went on for an entire week.  But torment is the wrong word, for I
spent the week hornier than I had been since my teenage years, masturbating
several times a day to thoughts of my slut wife.

   On Saturday, it was with mixed emotions that I drove to the Airport to
pick Hanna up.  She had sent me a single text from Atlanta, that she had
made her connection, and would be arriving home on schedule.  No other
details.  True to her word, she had made no attempt to call, text, or email
all week long.  When I pulled up at the exit from baggage claim, she stood
there in a short sundress looking tan and radiant.  She waved as I pulled
up, beaming at me as she always did after we spent any time apart.

   "It's great to see you honey." I said as I hugged her.  She kissed me,
somewhat to my surprise more passionately and for longer than she had in
awhile.  I loaded her luggage in the SUV, and we started home.

   As we left the airport, Hanna put her hand on my thigh.  "I have so much
to tell you about baby, and a few things to show you as well.  I hope you
can wait until tomorrow though, I've hardly slept all week."

   I turned to her as we pulled up at a red light.

   "Did you have a good time?"

   It was a dumb question, and I still can't believe I asked it, as if she
had just returned from a dinner with a friend and not a weeklong sex romp
in Jamaica.

   Hanna chuckled, then lifted her dress up.  She wore no panties,
revealing her new tattoo.  It was a large black spade with a Q in the
center, just above her pussy.

   To be continued...



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