Message-ID: <59025asstr$1243055403@assm.asstr.org>
From: Delta Venus <delta_venus_x@yahoo.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 22:42:01 +0000 (UTC)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: c36g2000yqn.googlegroups.com; posting-host=70.212.133.157; 
	posting-account=-XUPjAoAAACnaV8WjOntejUfQ3-eP-Qw
User-Agent: G2/1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Jamaica Baby by Delta Venus
Lines: 173
Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 01:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

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 one 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!


         DV


http://deltavenus.smutisp.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+