Jamaica Baby - a Slutty Anita Story by Delta Venus My wife Anita is a slut. She was a slut before we got married, and she remained a slut after we got married, only she wasn't being slutty with me once we tied the knot. I changed that with a little blackmail (see "Tricked Wife"), and now she is a slut full-time, and I love her for it. I got a deal on a week in Jamaica, same price as a weekend getaway, but this special ran Tuesday to Tuesday, the weekend plus some extra days. The resort wasn't the most swinging, you can give your travel agent a few hints or keywords and they'll set you up for one of those places, but I figured just about anywhere we wound up would be swinging, Anita has that sort of an effect, and the deal I got was too good to pass up. After our renewal of vows ceremony (see "Wedded Bliss"), I figured we could afford to take things slow and easy for the time being. We arrived at the resort in the mid afternoon a little weary from travelling, had nice early supper, and retired to our room. We made slow, easy love until we both drifted off. We both woke up early, and began right back where we left off, and didn't leave the room until nearly noon. The next few days were much the same and quite wonderful, full of easy romance, beautiful views, excellent food, and lots of tender but joyous lovemaking. Everything a second honeymoon is supposed to be. The weekend arrived, and I decided it was time to kick things up a notch. We had had our fun being the happy couple, better to move on to the next epsiode before it got boring. Not being a swinger's resort, I knew I would have to troll a bit before finding the right entertainment, but it wouldn't be too difficult. For what I had in mind, I decided hitting the bars in the early afternoon would be best. I was sure I could find a few fellows who were either bored or in the doghouse. Some poor soul was bound to have had chemistry problems, or done or said the wrong thing and pissed off his partner. They'd be quite open to a little fun, Anita style. It is a sad testament to love in the Carribean that I didn't have to work very hard to find exactly what I was looking for. In fact I had a buffet to pick and choose from. I made sure to vary the menu, and went after all the exotic types, just about anyone who wasn't plain whitebread. The guys I picked were all in the right frame of mind, ready for some no-strings sexual encounters, and a little resentful of women, the perfect mindset to encourage rough handling of the goods. Anita was going to love what these men would do to her. I kept a steady stream of them coming and going from our room the whole weekend. First was Max, a hard, black African. Tall, with a tight build, he was the black that is almost blue. His wife wasn't speaking to him that day for some reason I never quite got a handle on. I intoduced him to Anita, and he was smitten. He had already picked up on the hints I was dropping, so he went for it right away. "So, you need a good fucking, no? A hard black dick in your pussy? Yes, I can see it is so!" He practically ripped Anita's light sundress from her body, and dropped trou to reveal a quite magnificent rod sticking straight out from his body. It had to be ten inches if it was anything. I was impressed from my angle on the couch, and Anita seemed doubly so. She dropped to her knees and had that cock in her mouth before Max could step out of his pants. She bobbed on it with intensity, but it wasn't enough for Max. His big hands went to the back of her neck, and forced her down on his dick until it was banging the back of her throat. He didn't care about her gagging, just letting her up enough to catch a quick breath before jamming his fuck stick back down into her gullet. Streams of saliva coated his cock, and were dripping down Anita's cheeks and lips, the runoff wetting his ballsack and her heaving tits. He kept plunging to the back of her throat, holding her as she gagged, then backing off to short rapid thrusts. Finally he pulled his glistening black cock all the way out of her mouth, and it looked huge! I couldn't believe Anita had been taking the whole thing. He slapped her face with it, making a loud splatty sound, then practically threw her to the ground, legs spread wide, and thrust that African spear straight into her slot. The rough treatment had been just what Anita wanted, and her pussy was sloppy wet and ready to take him. Good thing, too, because I don't think anything would have stopped that steely missle from hitting its target, and if she hadn't been ready he would have split her open anyways. The noises the two of them were making were animal, grunts and squeals and groans that didn't sound human, not to mention the sticky, sloppy sounds of their coupling. Max was good to his word, and after fucking the lining out of Anita, he pressed that weapon of his deep down right into her womb and shot a flood of semen into her. She would be leaking for a week! Max seemed a little subdued once he had spent his seed. He grabbed his trousers, thanked us both in a mumbling weak voice, and made a quick exit. I took advantage of my now well lubed wife, and pumped my own load of cum into her ravaged pussy, while she gave me a play by play of the recent action in a whispery, husky, lust-filled voice. "God, I haven't had a dicking like that in ages! He was so fucking big. I'm stretched beyond belief, he hit spots in my puss I don't think a cock ever has been. What a load of cum, too! I think it almost came out my mouth." That started things off, and we didn't slow down until Sunday. I kept picking up the woeful in the bars, and either introduced them or sent them over solo, depending on how shy they seemed. Anita never left the apartment, but she wasn't bored, she was far too busy. She got a steady stream of lovers, even getting double teamed twice. I was there to watch for some of them, and I took advantage of the aftermath more than a few times. Most of what I saw was rough trade, and the stories Anita told me of the times I didn't see were harder than the action I'd seen, but she wasn't complaining at all, she loved every rough and tumble minute of the action. Her descriptions of hard dicks slamming into her, the spankings, the gagging blowjobs, rimjobs, and the deep plunging of her ass kept my dick hard as granite, no matter how many times I came. Eventually, by mutual unspoken agreement, we slacked off on the action, and mellowed back to our former, more romanticly inclined, solo sexual satisfaction. The only difference now was that Anita bore all the markings of her adventures, she looked like a hooker might after being the only piece of ass at a Shriner's convention. She had bruises everywhere, finger marks on her tits and thighs, hickies on her neck and chest, her ass bright red from slaps and spankings, her pussy was quite swollen and puffy, and the pucker of her asshole was stretched and gaping. From Sunday until the day we left, I soaked her in hot tubs, smeared her with lotions and creams, massaged her aching muscles, and made slow love to her. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and she told me tales of what had happened to her, and how much she had loved it. Slut! Finally it was time to go home. The plane trip was anti-climatic, and rather boring, but by then boring seemed just fine to us. We had had an adventure. From the looks the flight attendant gave me, I think she noticed the finger marks on Anita's cleavage, and surely she saw the hickies. I couldn't tell if she was amused, or thought I was an animal, or a bit of both, but I know she knew Anita had been ridden hard and put away wet. Even after a couple days of recovery, Anita looked exhausted. Exhausted but contented, with a sly Mona Lisa smile on her face, or maybe cat that ate the canary. I was more than mildly amused, too, as I looked back at the events of the weekend, and idly wondered which of the foreign men might be the father of her baby. Would it be the blue-black Max? The older Japanese gentleman with the perchant for breast bondage? The Mexican construction worker? Or perhaps one of the wedding guests Anita had sucked off, whose semen I had pumped into her pussy with a baster before we left? I was sure she was knocked up by now, and the father could be any of them, as I had been replacing Anita's birth control pills with fakes for several months. Won't she be surprised by my special Anniversary gift! ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/