My name is Dave Meadows.  Until a few years ago my life
was pretty normal.  Then the economic crisis hit, and my job was
a casualty.  I searched for months but the only job I could find
was manning a window at a fast food restaurant.  It was work, but
it hardly helped pay the mortgage, car payments, and other bills
the average family has these days.  At least I didn't have to
work the deep fryer.

       Every day I would rush home from work, stinking of meat
and grease, to check all the job websites I had submitted my
resume to.  Every day for over a year I was disappointed.  Thank
God for my wife, Jill.  She was there to cheer me up every time I
despaired, and encouraged me to keep trying despite how futile it
all seemed.  She was amazing, and I don't think I could have
gotten through it without her support.

       Thankfully she still had a job, but she had originally
gotten it to supplement our income, not be our main source of
income.  I know it was hard on her too, she and the kids had to
give up a lot of amenities, but she never complained.  It wasn't
in her nature.

       Her constant cheerfulness was what drew me to her when we
first met, but I have no delusions about what other men first
notice.  No, she isn't a blonde with humungous breasts, but she
has a slim figure even after having two kids, and a cute face
that never seems to age.  Men often hit on her, especially
younger ones who think that when we're together she's hanging out
with her father.  It never bothers me, and we usually get a laugh
out of it.

       Just over a year ago, I finally got another job.  It was
unexpected, but couldn't have come at a better time.  We were
behind on the house, and headed towards foreclosure.  About the
time we were getting ready to move, I got a response to one of my
resumes and landed the perfect job with a great salary.  When I
told her we cried tears of joy together all night long.

       After working, and catching up on the bills, for a year we
decided to take a vacation, just the two of us.  We thought long
and hard about where we wanted to go.  There were so many places
we wanted to visit, but we had to be realistic.  We had caught up
on the bills, but we still didn't have a lot of extra money, so
it would have to be as inexpensive as we could make it.  We
wanted to go someplace tropical though.  We had been to Hawaii
years earlier, and although we enjoyed it, didn't want to repeat.
 That left Puerto Rico and Jamaica as our two best options and I
let her flip a coin.

       Jamaica won, and over the next few days Jill scheduled our
plane and hotel.  It had been so long since we had traveled that
neither one of us seemed to mind all the little hassles that go
along with it.  We both boarded the plane excited and happy to be
going away for two weeks.

       The hotel was as good as advertised, right on the beach,
which was great since we had decided not to rent a car.  We had
decided that we would spend every moment we could on the beach
and eat our meals at the hotel.  No thinking, no worrying about
trying to see this or that, just relaxing.  It had been a long
time since either one of us could just do nothing.

       We hit the beach immediately after dropping our bags off
in the hotel room.  Jill surprised me when she took off her
sundress.  The bikini she had on underneath was barely there.  It
was certainly more daring than anything she had ever worn before.
 The top covered little more than her nipples and I'm not sure
how the bottom covered anything at all.  I didn't see any hairs
sticking out down below, so she had obviously shaved before we
left, something she only did when she was feeling frisky.

       Men of all ages stared openly, and she gave me a seductive
grin.  "I thought you might like it," she said.

       I could only nod and drool like everyone else as I stared
at my beautiful wife.  By the time we left the beach, and headed
back to the hotel for that evening's dinner, I was as hard as a
rock thinking about all the things I'd like to do to my wife.  As
we were eating, Jill got more stares from admirers who must have
seen her on display at the beach.  I even heard a couple of young
guys remark about how hot she was and how they'd like to get
their hands on her ass.  I found it amusing, but thankfully, Jill
didn't appear to hear them.

       When we went back to our room Jill took off her sundress
again and pranced around the room in her nearly naked state.  I
quickly caught her and playfully wrestled her to the bed.

       "So, how do you like my new bikini?" she asked.

       "I like it a lot, so did every other man on the beach," I
told her.

       "Would you rather I not wear it anymore?"

       "Of course not," I told her.  "It doesn't bother me if
they look.  I'm the one that gets to touch."

       And touch I did that night, everywhere all over her body.
We made passionate love all night long, and one more time in the
morning after we awoke in the morning for good measure.  I was in
a sleepy fog when we headed towards the beach that day, but Jill
seemed surprisingly chipper for having spent most of the night
awake.

       She was wearing a different bikini than the day before,
but it wasn't any less revealing.  We lay down to get some sun,
and I didn't intend to fall asleep, but the next thing I knew I
was waking up from a nap.  I looked next to me and was surprised
to see that Jill was gone.  I quickly scanned the beach and saw
her knee deep in the water talking to two younger guys.

       I could tell the guys were hitting on her, but she didn't
look like she was flirting back.  She laughed a few times, but
every time they tried to get real close to her, she backed away.
After a while, she noticed me watching and waved.  I waved back,
and then she turned to them and said something before exiting the
water and walking back towards me.

       "What did those guys want?" I asked.

       "Besides trying to seduce your wife?" she said with a
laugh.  "Young guys like them are so transparent.  But it was
very flattering.  They invited me up to their room, and when I
declined they invited me to take a drive, and when I turned that
down they asked if I wanted to get some weed with them."

       I laughed.  Neither one of us had smoked any weed since
before the kids were born.  "What did you tell them?"

       "I told them I couldn't go anywhere without my husband,
and then I saw you watching so I waved.  When they saw you wave
back they got really nervous so I said goodbye," she told me. 
"The truth is, when they mentioned the weed I began thinking I
could really go for some right now."

       "Really?" I asked.

       "Yeah, why not.  It's been a long time, and somehow it
fits with how lazy we're being."

       "You're right, it does.  I guess I could go for some too,"
I told her.

       The guys hadn't gone far, but they were walking away and
not looking our direction, so we picked up our things and ran to
catch them.  When we caught up to them I saw that they were early
twenties at the oldest.

       Jill introduced us.  Their names were Bill and John and
they said they were there on vacation with their family.  They
were 18 and 20 and their parents had gotten them their own room
in the hotel and pretty much told them to have fun and not get
arrested.  I asked them about the weed, and they said that one of
the hotel staff had given them directions to some guy who sold
the best around.  They had access to a car but had been a little
unsure about going by themselves in an unfamiliar place.

       Jill and I said we'd go with them so we could get some of
our own.  The four of us piled into their rental car and followed
the directions they had received.  We ended up at some little
shack that sold various jerked food on a stick.  Bill walked up
and asked to see Bastian and gave the name of the guy from the
hotel.

       The guy at the counter said he was Bastian, and looking
all four of us up and down asked what we wanted.  There were a
couple other native Jamaicans hanging around outside the shack,
so John looked around nervously and asked for weed.

       Bastian laughed and told us to go to the back of the
shack.  There was a door in the back and he came out with some
bags of weed.  I couldn't believe how much he had and what he was
selling it for, but he said he couldn't sell any to us unless we
all took a hit with him first.  When Bill asked why, Bastian just
laughed and said it was his one rule with vacationers.

       None of us saw any harm, so he lit a joint and passed it
to Bill.  Bill took a few tokes then passed it to his brother,
who passed it to Jill, who passed it to me.  It went around
between the four of us for a while, until I had to sit down. 
There was a folding table and some chairs so I sat.  I wasn't
sure if it was the weed or the lack of sleep the night before,
but I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.

       I vaguely remember resting my head on the table, but that
was all I could recall before waking up some time later.  I was
still sitting at the table, but Bill and John were passed out on
the ground, and there was no sign of Jill.

       I was groggy, but my mind was clear enough to know that
the weed had obviously been laced with something.  I panicked
because Jill wasn't there.  I stumbled to my feet and headed
toward John and Bill, hoping they knew what had become of my
wife.  As I neared them and the shack I started hearing a strange
rhythmic noise that sounding like bouncing springs.  As I got
closer I could hear what sounded like a guy groaning and the
occasional gasps of a woman.

       Even in my fog I knew what that sound was.  Fearing the
worst, I managed to make my way to the shack door and pushed it
open.  Jill was on the bed underneath one of the guys that had
been hanging around outside the shack.  He was slamming one of
the largest cocks I had ever seen in and out of my wife while she
urged him on.  Bastian, and the other guys who had been outside,
were all lounging around naked, their cocks hanging down limply
between their legs obviously already having had a turn with my
wife.

       When I entered Bastian looked at me and said, "Hey mon,
you lucky.  Usually we rob you and dump you back off at hotel. 
But this little lady, she make us change our minds.  She such a
hot fuck, mon."

       I didn't know what to say.  When I first walked in I
wanted to bash their heads in, but after a few moments of
watching my wife get the fucking of her life my dick was as hard
as a rock.  She seemed to be into it too, and had apparently been
having a good time.  Bastian noticed me watching her.  "You go
next, after Adrian," he said.  "Plenty for all."

       I watched the man, Adrian, as he fucked my wife
mercilessly on the squeaky bed.  He was pounding her so hard that
they were both bouncing off the dirty looking mattress.  She was
so into the fuck that she didn't even notice I was there.  I had
never heard her talk so dirty before, as she begged him to fuck
her harder.  The other guys were all watching, and talking too,
as they sat around talking.  I could barely understand what they
were saying, but it seemed to all be in appreciation of my wife.

       With a roar, Adrian finished and filled my wife with his
spunk.  He was still for a few moments before he crawled off her,
his cock trailing a string of cum.  I walked over to the bed and
looked down at her.  There was cum leaking out of her pussy, and
some covering her face and tits.  She saw me for the first time,
and I could tell she was high.

       "I'm sorry Dave," she said, with a giggle.  "We saw you
pass out, and then Bill and John did too.  I passed out right
after them, but then came to with one these guys already fucking
me.  Their cocks are so big, I just couldn't help myself.  Are
you mad at me?"

       In answer I bent down and kissed her while I started to
remove my shorts.  I climbed onto the bed and began fucking her.
She was so wet and wide open it felt like I was sloshing around
in cavern.  I fucked her as hard as I could, but I doubt after
all those other guys that she even felt me inside her.  She urged
me on like she had the last guy, though, and at least acted like
she enjoyed it.

       I didn't last very long, after watching that big dicked
Jamaican fuck her, and soon added my cum to what was already
sloshing around inside her.  When I was finished, I noticed Bill
and John were both awake and sporting erections.  Each took a
turn with my wife.  I thought it would be over then, but some of
the Jamaicans were ready for more action and started fucking her
again.

       After a while Bill came to me and said it was getting
dark, and if they didn't get back soon their parents would start
to worry about them.  I looked over at Jill, still on the bed,
and saw Bastian trying to fit his large cock into her virgin ass,
while she protested it was too big.  I'm not sure how serious she
was because she was giggling the whole time, but I decided it was
probably a good idea to get her out of there too.

       Thankfully, Jill reluctantly agreed to come with us even
though Bastian and the others tried to get her to stay.  She told
them she'd come back before our vacation was over.  When we got
to the car Bill asked if he could sit in the back with Jill.  I
looked at her and saw that she didn't mind so I said, "Ok."  John
drove, while I sat in the front passenger seat.  He had his cock
out before we were even on the road and Jill eagerly gave him an
amazing blow job while I watched from the front.

       After he shot his load down his throat, John pulled the
car over, and the two brothers switched places.  John just
finished filling her mouth with his cum when we pulled into the
hotel parking lot.  Jill thanked the boys with a kiss, and we
stumbled back to our own room without saying a word to each other
about what had happened.

       I didn't wake up until the afternoon, and found Jill still
sleeping deeply.  She was wearing her sundress, but it had ridden
up above her hips exposing her well used pussy.  Dried cum was
all over her thighs, the bed sheet underneath her, and up on her
face and hair.  Despite my blazing headache my dick began to get
hard at the sight of her.  I eased her legs apart and rolled on
top of her.  I was inside her in a second.  She was still very
loose but no longer as wet.

       Jill groggily woke up as I worked my dick inside of her. 
"Oh, honey, go easy," she said, "I'm very sore."

       I slowed down and gently began thrusting in and out,
making slow gentle love to my wife.  We were both moaning and
groaning together.  I kissed her on the mouth, and could taste
the saltiness from the multiple loads of cum she had swallowed
the night before.  That triggered the image of her being taken by
all those men, and before I knew it, I was shooting off inside
her.

       We went to the bathroom to clean up.  I ran a bath and we
both climbed in.  "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," she
said while I was gently washing her back.  "They made me smoke
something else, after I woke up and one of them was on top of me.
 I don't know what it was, but it made me behave that way."

       "You seemed to be enjoying yourself," I said with a grin.

       "I guess I did, after they made me smoke that stuff," she
said.  "I didn't hear you complaining about your wife acting like
a slut."

       We didn't talk about it anymore, and late that afternoon
headed back to the beach to relax.  I was thankful that we didn't
see Bill and John; I wasn't sure how Jill would react if we ran
into them.  After dinner we went back to our room where I
received a surprise from my wife.  She stripped off her clothes,
crawled onto her hands and knees onto the bed, and offered her
ass to me.

       "I want you to fuck my ass honey," she said.  "I wanted it
so bad yesterday, but Bastian was too large to fit."

       I didn't like being compared to him, but I wasn't about to
turn down the chance to take my wife's virgin ass.  My shorts
were off in a second and I was behind her trying to push it in.

       "Be careful, Dave," she said.  "You're going to have to
get something to lube me up."

       I desperately looked around the room for something to use,
and finally decided to try some lotion.  It wasn't the best, but
it worked well enough for me to get my dick in her tight asshole
without causing her any pain.  God, was it tight, and so perfect
feeling.  I couldn't believe it.  I was so excited I came after a
few strokes.  She teased me about having a quick trigger, but I
didn't care; I went to bed satisfied that night.

       In the morning, she let me have her ass again, and this
time I lasted a lot longer.  She even reached her own orgasm
while we did it, and afterward assured me it would become a
regular part of our lovemaking from then on.

       When we went to the beach that day, we did see John and
Bill.  They were out, looking for girls again.  When they saw us,
they stopped by to chat, and Jill surprised me by acting as
cheerful and friendly as ever with them.  I was certain she would
have been angry for what had happened the other day.

       Her attitude had the boys flirting with her again, and I
was willing to bet they both thought they could get lucky and
receive a repeat performance from my wife but I was sure they'd
be disappointed.  They invited us to go with them to find some
real weed and before I could object, Jill agreed to go.

       I reluctantly went along.  This time, the boys had no
destination in mind; they just intended to drive around until
they could find some.  I tried to make it clear that things would
be different this time by getting in the backseat with Jill. 
They seemed to take the hint and didn't pester Jill.  The search
for weed proved to be futile as none of us knew any specific
direction to go, and no one seemed willing to talk to us.

       To my surprise Jill suggested we just go to Bastian's
shack since we knew he at least had some.  I tried to argue with
her, but she said we wouldn't smoke anything he gave us until we
were back at the hotel, and we would all stay outside the shack.
If he refused to sell to us we'd leave.  Bill and John thought
this was a fine idea, and since I wasn't driving there wasn't
much I could do.

       When we got to the shack, Bastian laughed and said he
thought he'd never see us again and asked my wife if she was back
for more cock.  Jill blushed, and told him that she belonged to
me only from now on and that we were just there to buy some weed.
 He laughed again and agreed to sell us some, and this time
didn't give us any shit about having to smoke some first.

       Before we left, my wife surprised me again and asked
Bastian if she could buy some of whatever they had made her smoke
the second time that made her behave like a slut.  Bastian tried
to deny that she had been given anything else, but eventually he
went back into his shack and came back with a little baggy of
some ground up plant leaves.  He told my wife to just mix a
little with the weed before she rolled up the joint and she would
act just like she had before.

       We left after that and during the ride back to the hotel
Bill and John asked my wife if they could come back to our room
to smoke, thinking my wife was looking to have a good time.  My
wife told them that she had bought it solely for my benefit and
not anyone else’s.

       They didn't push it and we parted ways when we arrived
back at the hotel.  When we got to our room my wife rolled us
each a joint, mixing in the stuff Bastian gave her into hers.  We
went out onto the balcony and lit up.  After a few hits I was
feeling pretty good, and Jill started giggling like she had the
other night.  Next thing I know, she's on her knees in front of
me fishing my cock out of my pants.

       It was already pretty dark, so I didn't think anyone would
see, but after a few minutes of the best blowjob I had ever
received, I decided we better head back into the room.  We made
love for what seemed like an hour.  I was exhausted afterward,
but Jill seemed to have more energy than before.  She stroked my
cock, trying to get it hard again.

       We were interrupted by a knock on the door.  Cursing, I
got up and threw on a robe to see who it was.  I tried to get
Jill to cover up, but she just giggled and playfully kept
throwing the sheet off her.  I shrugged, and went to the door to
see who it was.  I asked who it was through the door and heard,
"Room service," in response.

       I cracked open the door, to tell the porter that we didn't
order any room service, but as soon as I poked my head through
the crack the door was shoved all the way open.  I cried out in
objection but was confronted by several Jamaican men.  I
recognized Bastian after the shock wore off.

       "We're here to service your wife, mon," he said with a
grin, as he confidently walked into the room.  There were five of
them; two of them walled me off from the others and forced me to
a chair in the corner of the room while Bastian and the others
approached the bed.  My wife just giggled and said, "Oh good,
more hard cocks."

       I couldn't believe that they had found us, until I
realized one of them was wearing a hotel uniform.  Then I
remembered that Bill and John said they had gotten Bastian's name
from a hotel worker.  I didn't see much point in protesting since
Jill seemed to want what these guys were going to give her, and I
would just end up getting my ass beat.

       Bastian and his two friends undressed and were quickly all
over Jill.  I couldn't believe how big all their cocks were. 
Bastian fucked her first, while she alternated sucking the other
two.  He fucked her hard, while she crossed her legs over his
back to pull him in.

       After about ten minutes of hard fucking Bastian filled her
cunt with his cum and made way for the next guy.  He walked over
to where I was, and seeing that I wasn't making a fuss motioned
for the guys watching me to join the others with my wife.  He sat
in a chair next to mine, still completely naked, with his legs
spread and his now limp cock hanging obscenely down.  I had
gotten hard again, watching him and his friends service Jill, and
he noticed.

       "You like when we fuck your wife," he said, and it wasn't
a question.

       I didn't argue with him as my eyes were transfixed on my
wife and his four friends.  She was on her hands and knees now
while one of them was plugging her from behind and the other
three were forcing their cocks down her throat one at a time.

       "She's only acting like this because of that stuff you
gave her," I told him.

       Bastian laughed and slapped me on the thigh.  "I didn't
give her shit.  Just a spice we use on the jerked chicken.  Your
wife just likes to fuck."

       I didn't believe him at first but realized he had no
reason to lie.  What he said worried me.  If my wife wasn't under
the influence of some drug, what if she acted this way from now
on?  I decided not to tell her, and told Bastian that as long as
he and his friends didn't say anything to her, they could fuck
her as much as they wanted for the rest of our vacation.

       Bastian laughed again and agreed.  The five of them fucked
her for hours in every position conceivable.  I even fucked her
several times myself.  After a couple of hours she went and
smoked another of her "special" joints, saying that she felt it
wearing off.  Bastian gave me a little smirk, but was true to his
word and didn't say anything.  I eventually fell asleep shortly
after Bastian finally forced his big cock up Jill's ass.

       When I woke up several hours later, a couple of the guys
were gone but others had come to take their place.  Bastian was
still there, but he was passed out in a chair.  Jill was still
awake, and two of the new guys were dp'ing her.  She seemed to be
pretty out of it at this point and I wondered if she'd been
allowed any sleep at all.

       It was midmorning and after the two guys finished I
suggested we give Jill a break for breakfast.  The guys were
cool, and let her take quick bath, eat some food, drink some
coffee, and of course have a smoke.  After that she seemed
completely re-energized and was back at it with the guys.

       This was the basic pattern for the rest of our vacation. 
She and I never left the room the remainder of our stay.  There
was never less than four of Bastian's friends in our room, but
they were always coming and going.  Bill and John saw Bastian
come in one time and followed him up to our room.  They of course
joined in once they saw what was going on.  They came and went as
often as they could after that.  One time they showed up with an
older man.  All three of them took a turn.  They never introduced
me to him but I'm certain he was their father.  When the three of
them were leaving I heard him mutter to the two boys that if
either of them married a slut like Jill he'd fuck their wife too.

       Eventually all the guys coming and going from our room
drew the attention of the hotel manager.  He was angry at first,
especially when he saw two of his employees in our room, but Jill
managed to convince him that it wasn't a big deal.  After that,
he visited several times himself.

       As I was packing our bags to leave, Bastian and several of
the others were getting their last piece of my wife's overused
pussy and ass.  I had to pull her away when the taxi arrived to
take us to the airport.  She threw on her sundress and sandals
for the cab ride.

       When we got to the airport, the driver was about to unload
our bags when he saw the puddle of cum Jill had left in his back
seat.  I promised to pay him extra so he could get it cleaned,
but he didn't want money.  Instead, he drove us to the very top
of one of the parking garages where there was no cars and got in
the back seat with my wife.  He gave me the ticket and told me to
go pay the parking fee.

       The fat driver was still fucking her when I got back, but
he had locked the cab doors.  I had to stand outside and watch
through the windows as he fucked her for about twenty minutes. 
When he finished he drove us back to the terminal and then
charged me for the time that he spent with my wife!

       When we finally boarded the plane, I let Jill sit in the
seat next to the window.  She got out a blanket and pillow and
was asleep before the plane even took off.  Everything turned
back to normal once we returned home.  The only thing that has
changed is that we have occasional anal sex.  Her pussy returned
to normal after a few days, and while her ass will never be as
tight as it was that first time, it is still very snug.

       Jill hasn't acknowledged what happened since we got back
and acts like nothing happened.  At first I was content to leave
it behind us in Jamaica, but lately I've been having trouble
getting the image of her taking all those big cocks out of my
mind.  The other day I went to the store and bought some jerk for
chicken just so I could see the list of ingredients.  I've
checked them out and I'm pretty sure I've figured out which one
Bastian gave her.  I stopped by the fast food place I used to
work at and one of the kids I used to work with said he could
hook me up with some weed.

       I'm trying to resist, but one of these weekends I'll
probably take her for a mini vacation to a nearby city and see
what happens.