mind_the_gap
Really Experienced
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My wife and I had a number of rather happy and harmonious years behind us. But there came the time when we just felt a need to spice things up in our bedroom. So we tried cuffs and chains, spankings and all that, but still the whole atmosphere remained kind of unimpressive in our bedroom. So we experimented a bit more with different toys, mirrors on the wall, huge LCD screen in our bedroom with wildest porn shows on it, but still we missed something.
One day we decided to go and have a vacation on some exotic islands where we could fuck on the sandy beaches in warm tropical nights... at least that’s what the tour operator promised us. We went for a weekend in Jamaica. We could have never foreseen what was going to wait for us there.
We got ourselves a nice cozy room in a fine hotel. We brought our stuff in, a bit tired from the flight. The fresh air and the sound of the Caribbean sea were coming in from the outside through the big open doors that led to the beautiful terrace. We were rich Callifornian mother fuckers we could afford such luxuries.
My wife took off her clothes and went to take a shower. I just chose to lay there on the king size bed and just enjoyed the comfort of it. Suddenly I heard knocking on our door. The voice from the corridor, in a strong Jamaican accent, said “room service”. I told the boy to come in. a young black kid opened the door and asked me whether me and my wife need anything. I told him we were fine for now. He excused himself and as he was going to leave he noticed my wife’s panties on the floor. I noticed him staring at them big time. It was just the regular g-string, but I guess they fell on the floor so nicely that they pushed some blood through that boy’s body. I though it would be funny to give them to him.
“if u get me a fine cold beer u can get those as a tip.”
“are u serious mister?” he asked with his big fully focused eyes now turning onto me.
“why not? it’s a fair deal, don’t u think?”
“u’ll get your beer right away sir!” he replied and ran out.
As he closed the door, my wife came out of the shower.
“Who were u talking to?” she asked.
“Heheh, I just promised your panties to this young room service boy if he brings me a cold beer.”
“yeah? Is that the price u put on my panties?! Well thank u dear, I didn’t know I mean that much to u”
I could have expected her being sarcastic about the whole thing. But before she went any further another knock came.
“Come in” I said, expecting the young boy. However, inside came this huge man with strong muscled arms and legs, abdomen hard as a wall and shoulders wide as a LA boulevards. He had only his beach shorts on and a huge cigar in between his big fat lips.
“Who are u?” I asked.
“Is u the man who did business with me little Brother Sean?”
“U mean the room service guy?”
“Yes man.”
“hm, yeah, I ordered a beer”
“We are out of beer man, but still I’d like to collect those panties in the name of me brother”
“What about my beer?” I asked.
He didn’t bother to answer my question, he just stared at my wife, who stared at him in return. Actually she stared at his crotch, and he stared at her body wrapped into that small towel she got from the bathroom. As the mutual staring went on, his thing rose. I couldn’t’ believe when he just tore off his shorts. If he wasn’t as huge and strong I guess I would yell him out of the room, but, I just had to keep my senses.
Even more unbelievable and surprising for me was the size of his cock! He held the front part of it like a Texan holds a big caliber rifle. He pointed it straight into my wife. And that thing was huge! Plus it seemed as it was about to go wild.
“Is this your woman man?” he asked me without looking at me.
“Yeah” I responded, scared as shit I must say.
“Woman what are u doing with that towel still on?!” he yelled at my wife. She didn’t say anything, she just lifted her arms a bit and the towel fell off.
He stepped towards her. Slowly. He let go of his cock and started clapping his hands expressing his dedication to what he was about to do.
“Hey!”
I finally said something, trying to protest this whole situation. He turned towards me and gave me a look that said clearly “u better keep your mouth shut man. I’m gonna fuck your wife and u better not try to stop me!” – I was paralyzed in fear. He turned back to my wife Stacy and said “turn around woman, lay on your belly, I wanna see your ass!” – she did as she was ordered.
“honey…” I called to her. She looked at me as if she wanted to calm me down.
“shut up man!” he yelled at me.
I don’t know how, but I actually gathered some balls and stood up, looked him straight into his eyes and said: “now listen mister…” – “Man!” he cut me right there and yelled in that strong Jamaican accent that now sounded so scary, “I’m gonna fuck u too if u don’t shut up!”
Shit! As much as I loved my wife, in that very moment I realized that deep inside I am a very selfish person. I would just not put down my ass for my woman. I sat in a corner and kept myself quite.
She called me, saying “honey, it’s alright! I’m gonna take one for the team, don’t u worry...” The only thing she managed to say after that was a loud cry that tore the air in our room. “AAAUUUUUCH!”
He entered her from behind with no warning. He just rushed in like hurricane over Florida during tornado season. I could actually see the tears of pain flying from my wife’s eyes. He started fucking her for real. First slow, and than fast. Fast like those Jamaican sprinters run the Olympics.
And she… my baby… she was so brave! After the first shock she came back to her strength in a matter of seconds. She just wouldn’t back down, she actually moved her hips letting him now that her ass can take him, that her pussy is not afraid of his horse-sized dick. Yeah, my wife’s ass was an Olympic material as well and I was so proud of her. That was my girl!
Each time he would pull his monster out she would not try to hide nor would she just passively observe the situation, she would actually lift her ass up high letting him know that her spirit still isn’t broken. She fought that battle like a true American!
And he, he was just pumping! If there were scientist around they could probably sum up the tones and tones of power that hit on my Stacy. But she took them all and overcame each and every one of his powerful strikes. Pretty soon it became obvious that he will deliver.
“Oh bitch, u’re such a bad squeezer! U’re gonna squeeze every single drop from me balls!”
Sooner than expected he stopped moving! He surrendered completely. My wife’s ass was the only thing still moving and rocking out there on that battlefield. And how wild she was moving. Omg! I never saw her like that. His sperm started pouring down his cock, out of Stacy’s pussy. There was gallons of it. The sticky white fluid covered the blanket and ran down to the floor. My wife’s ass was still moving when his cock fell out, all soft and hanging. It was still huge and scary, but somehow, it looked so defeated.
The man slapped my wife’s ass, picked up his cock, stepped back, took his shorts from the floor, and went to the door. Before leaving he turned to me and said “the slut is yours man!” and out he went.
“honey how are u?” I asked from the corner.
“baby, go get me that beer would u?”
I brought her the whole six-pack. That’s was the least she deserved!
One day we decided to go and have a vacation on some exotic islands where we could fuck on the sandy beaches in warm tropical nights... at least that’s what the tour operator promised us. We went for a weekend in Jamaica. We could have never foreseen what was going to wait for us there.
We got ourselves a nice cozy room in a fine hotel. We brought our stuff in, a bit tired from the flight. The fresh air and the sound of the Caribbean sea were coming in from the outside through the big open doors that led to the beautiful terrace. We were rich Callifornian mother fuckers we could afford such luxuries.
My wife took off her clothes and went to take a shower. I just chose to lay there on the king size bed and just enjoyed the comfort of it. Suddenly I heard knocking on our door. The voice from the corridor, in a strong Jamaican accent, said “room service”. I told the boy to come in. a young black kid opened the door and asked me whether me and my wife need anything. I told him we were fine for now. He excused himself and as he was going to leave he noticed my wife’s panties on the floor. I noticed him staring at them big time. It was just the regular g-string, but I guess they fell on the floor so nicely that they pushed some blood through that boy’s body. I though it would be funny to give them to him.
“if u get me a fine cold beer u can get those as a tip.”
“are u serious mister?” he asked with his big fully focused eyes now turning onto me.
“why not? it’s a fair deal, don’t u think?”
“u’ll get your beer right away sir!” he replied and ran out.
As he closed the door, my wife came out of the shower.
“Who were u talking to?” she asked.
“Heheh, I just promised your panties to this young room service boy if he brings me a cold beer.”
“yeah? Is that the price u put on my panties?! Well thank u dear, I didn’t know I mean that much to u”
I could have expected her being sarcastic about the whole thing. But before she went any further another knock came.
“Come in” I said, expecting the young boy. However, inside came this huge man with strong muscled arms and legs, abdomen hard as a wall and shoulders wide as a LA boulevards. He had only his beach shorts on and a huge cigar in between his big fat lips.
“Who are u?” I asked.
“Is u the man who did business with me little Brother Sean?”
“U mean the room service guy?”
“Yes man.”
“hm, yeah, I ordered a beer”
“We are out of beer man, but still I’d like to collect those panties in the name of me brother”
“What about my beer?” I asked.
He didn’t bother to answer my question, he just stared at my wife, who stared at him in return. Actually she stared at his crotch, and he stared at her body wrapped into that small towel she got from the bathroom. As the mutual staring went on, his thing rose. I couldn’t’ believe when he just tore off his shorts. If he wasn’t as huge and strong I guess I would yell him out of the room, but, I just had to keep my senses.
Even more unbelievable and surprising for me was the size of his cock! He held the front part of it like a Texan holds a big caliber rifle. He pointed it straight into my wife. And that thing was huge! Plus it seemed as it was about to go wild.
“Is this your woman man?” he asked me without looking at me.
“Yeah” I responded, scared as shit I must say.
“Woman what are u doing with that towel still on?!” he yelled at my wife. She didn’t say anything, she just lifted her arms a bit and the towel fell off.
He stepped towards her. Slowly. He let go of his cock and started clapping his hands expressing his dedication to what he was about to do.
“Hey!”
I finally said something, trying to protest this whole situation. He turned towards me and gave me a look that said clearly “u better keep your mouth shut man. I’m gonna fuck your wife and u better not try to stop me!” – I was paralyzed in fear. He turned back to my wife Stacy and said “turn around woman, lay on your belly, I wanna see your ass!” – she did as she was ordered.
“honey…” I called to her. She looked at me as if she wanted to calm me down.
“shut up man!” he yelled at me.
I don’t know how, but I actually gathered some balls and stood up, looked him straight into his eyes and said: “now listen mister…” – “Man!” he cut me right there and yelled in that strong Jamaican accent that now sounded so scary, “I’m gonna fuck u too if u don’t shut up!”
Shit! As much as I loved my wife, in that very moment I realized that deep inside I am a very selfish person. I would just not put down my ass for my woman. I sat in a corner and kept myself quite.
She called me, saying “honey, it’s alright! I’m gonna take one for the team, don’t u worry...” The only thing she managed to say after that was a loud cry that tore the air in our room. “AAAUUUUUCH!”
He entered her from behind with no warning. He just rushed in like hurricane over Florida during tornado season. I could actually see the tears of pain flying from my wife’s eyes. He started fucking her for real. First slow, and than fast. Fast like those Jamaican sprinters run the Olympics.
And she… my baby… she was so brave! After the first shock she came back to her strength in a matter of seconds. She just wouldn’t back down, she actually moved her hips letting him now that her ass can take him, that her pussy is not afraid of his horse-sized dick. Yeah, my wife’s ass was an Olympic material as well and I was so proud of her. That was my girl!
Each time he would pull his monster out she would not try to hide nor would she just passively observe the situation, she would actually lift her ass up high letting him know that her spirit still isn’t broken. She fought that battle like a true American!
And he, he was just pumping! If there were scientist around they could probably sum up the tones and tones of power that hit on my Stacy. But she took them all and overcame each and every one of his powerful strikes. Pretty soon it became obvious that he will deliver.
“Oh bitch, u’re such a bad squeezer! U’re gonna squeeze every single drop from me balls!”
Sooner than expected he stopped moving! He surrendered completely. My wife’s ass was the only thing still moving and rocking out there on that battlefield. And how wild she was moving. Omg! I never saw her like that. His sperm started pouring down his cock, out of Stacy’s pussy. There was gallons of it. The sticky white fluid covered the blanket and ran down to the floor. My wife’s ass was still moving when his cock fell out, all soft and hanging. It was still huge and scary, but somehow, it looked so defeated.
The man slapped my wife’s ass, picked up his cock, stepped back, took his shorts from the floor, and went to the door. Before leaving he turned to me and said “the slut is yours man!” and out he went.
“honey how are u?” I asked from the corner.
“baby, go get me that beer would u?”
I brought her the whole six-pack. That’s was the least she deserved!
