A plume of thick fog rolled out of the sauna when I opened the door. My wife, Tiffany, and I had taken a trip to Myrtle Beach. It was just after eleven o’clock when we ventured down to the swimming pool. After spending the day on the beach, watching men and women alike flirting with Tiffany, I was eager to claim what was mine.
We stepped into the sauna and found that the steam was so thick, we could barely see our own hands in front of our faces. Never knowing how large the room might be, we tiptoed around until we found the bench. Silence soon filled our ears as we sat back and enjoyed each others company.
“What are you doing?” Tiffany asked when she felt me untying the strings of her bikini top. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Just…making you a little more comfortable,” I said. Tiffany snatched the top as I was pulling it free of her tits.
“Give me that!” she spat playfully, tugging on it. “Someone else could be in here!”
We both looked into the fog. If there was anyone else with us, I certainly couldn’t hear them.
“C’mon, Tiff!” I prodded her. “Live a little! If we’re not alone, it ain’t like they can see your tits!” She scowled at me at first, but it was soon replaced by a wide grin.
“You’re such a whore!” she said.
Sweat was rolling down my skin. I guess it has always been sort of my fantasy to have sex in a public place. Not necessarily in front of others, but doing something nasty and putting yourself in such a predicament, that discovery is almost certain. Scooting closer to Tiffany, I took her wet tits into my hands and licked the sweat off her hard nipples. For a moment, she seemed to lose her inhibitions and held my head to her chest. She began moaning softly when my fingers dipped inside her wet cunt.
“Honey, honey….someone’s gonna walk in!” she protested. But I was already off the bench and had her bottoms off.
“What are they going to do? Alert the desk that a married couple is fucking in the sauna?”
I pulled her ass to the edge of the bench. Knowing that she was as horny as I was, I applied sufficient pressure to her knees and opened her legs wide.
“Well, let’s not make it very long, okay?” Tiffany pleaded. She held my head with both hands while I kissed and licked her inner thighs all the way to her moist pussy.
For the twenty minutes or more that I feasted on her sex, Tiffany tried several times to get me to stop. It’s always a futile attempt. Now, I’m not saying that I’m that great at eating pussy, which I think I can hold my own, but Tiffany loves it! Usually, it involves her cussing like a drunken sailor, declaring that I stop, and then wrapping her legs around my head. Whenever I choose to stop, her inhibitor level is so low, I can pretty much do what I want, like accidentally put my cock up her ass hole.
“Don’t you want me to suck on it?” Tiffany asked, somewhat bemused when I squatted between her legs.
“No. I just want to fuck you senseless!” I said. Lifting her legs high, I delivered several kisses to her sweaty feet and plunged my cock deep inside her.
She moaned in ecstasy and grabbing my hips, pulled me deeper and harder inside her. Our bodies were slapping viciously together and the tile floor and walls made for great acoustics for her vocalizations. Sweat was pouring from my body. I love to sweat during sex. It just adds another element of nasty to the affair.
“Oh, God! I’m gonna cum on your dick! Holy shit! That feels so fucking good! Fuck me like a cheap slut!”
“Are you a cheap slut, baby?!” I asked, leaning forwards. With her feet pinned up on my shoulders, her body was basically shrouded by mine.
“Fuck yeah, baby! Cum in my pussy! Get me pregnant, stud! Give me that baby!”
“You want me to knock you, slut?!” Tiffany looked down through the haze of the fog and watched as my cock rammed deep like a piston.
“Yes! I want another baby from you! God damn! I’m gonna cuuuum!”
Suddenly, her pussy exploded and showered me in her juices. It was a massive squirt-fest as several ejaculations splashed on the floor. Normally, in such a heightened state of arousal, I would cum quickly after her. However, with the heat of the sauna and my body’s water supply fast diminishing, I was no closer to cumming than when I started.
After several minutes, I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bench next to her. We were breathing deep, trying desperately to recover. It wasn’t uncommon for me to have difficulty in achieving orgasm. At times, Tiffany would have to suck me off, and other times, it was like a vendetta: I was going to fuck her til I got mine and it didn’t matter where we were. Reaching over, she took hold of my hard root.
“Oh, dear God! Another one of those times?”
“Why don’t we go back to the hotel room and finish this?”
“Because I want to cum inside you right here!”
Tiffany got up and straddled my lap. Sliding down my shaft, she went slower this time, careful to conserve energy. My hands roamed all over her body and I relished her slick skin. I was at the height of my glory! On vacation, i was having sex with my beautiful wife in the sauna. I didn’t care if someone else walked in and caught us.
After I regained some energy, I stood. With my left hand, I locked her arms behind her back like a chickens wings, and with my right, I took hold of her curly, brown hair and yanked her head backwards. I wasn’t pounding her as hard as I was earlier. At that moment, my main concern was getting remotely close to orgasm.
And then, like an ominous figure you see in one of those horror flicks coming through the fog, I saw the silhouette of a large man walking towards us. My heart thundered in my chest as I continued to fuck her. Tiffany was moaning loudly and I guess her eyes were closed. Otherwise, she would have flown through that door, naked or not.
Before I could say or do anything, her moans were muffled. It was impossible to discern one thought from another. What was happening? Why was I still fucking my wife while another man’s cock was in her mouth? Why wasn’t she struggling to get free?
I slowly let go of her hands and her hair. Watching in astonishment as her hands went to his phallus, I rammed my cock deeper and harder inside her. Like I said before, when Tiffany is incredibly horny, her inhibitions are nonexistent.
Did she really want me to get her pregnant again? When we would wake the next morning, would she feel guilty for sucking another man’s cock?
The stranger didn’t say anything. He breathed deep and simply placed his hand on the back of her head. She was cumming again and her muffled cries echoed off the walls. If she didn’t have any trepidation of what she was doing, maybe I shouldn’t be so upset, I thought. It was our vacation, after all.
I closed my eyes, held onto her hips, and fucked her as hard as I could. Every muscle in my body ached and cried out in agony. Tiffany was licking his long, thick shaft and the bulbous head. I didn’t say anything to her. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back and just let go.
Sitting exhausted on the bench, I watched as she knelt before the man, lavishly sucking his steel. Every muscle felt as though it had a constant dose of electricity flowing through it. I was paralyzed. Tiffany’s heart shaped ass stared back at me. I had placed my seed as deep as I could get it.
As the stranger helped her to her feet and took her to the opposite end of the room, I wanted to say something, but couldn’t. I wanted to cry out to Tiffany for her to remember who she was and to whom that pussy belonged to. I wanted to plead with the man not to fuck my wife.
But I couldn’t. I was exhausted.
“Just take it in a little at a time,” I heard him say. I could only picture him sitting on that bench, while Tiffany straddled his lap and impaled herself on his cock. “You’ve got some great titties, baby!” She let out a high pitched squeal.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this! Oh, God! I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this!”
Soon, the sauna room was once again filled with the luxurious sounds of Tiffany moaning and crying in pleasure. I could hear the slurping and smacking of wet kisses. Finally, I was able to summon the energy to get up from my seat and I joined them at the other end of the room. My cum, combined with her juices and the friction of their coupling, had created a frothy foam on his black phallus.
He was meeting her thrusts; his ball sack slapped her ass with a wet plop! Tiffany’s labia was swollen outward to accommodate for his girth. With her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her tits were shoved in his face.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit! I’m so fucking…I can’t believe I’m doing this…I’m so fucking tired!”
“Think you gonna squirt on my cock, baby, huh?! You gonna cum for Big Daddy?!”
Sitting there on the adjacent bench, my cock at half-mast, I couldn’t believe it either. My spectacularly beautiful and thick wife was bouncing up and down on the lap of another man. Each time her ass came down on his thighs, her cheeks would ripple and shake. Tiffany’s pussy had become a splashing mess and her juices poured out onto the floor.
“Oh, yes, baby! Big Daddy likes that! You like having sex with me?!” I think Tiffany was hesitant to answer. Her crying had become so loud, that if there was anyone beyond the door, keeping secret what we were doing had become next to impossible. “I said, ‘do you like having sex with Big Daddy?!'”
He latched onto the nipple of her right breast and clenched it tight in his teeth. Pulling his head back, her nipple stretched. Big Daddy began a scissor motion with his teeth and Tiffany cried out in pain. She went to pull her pink nipple from his mouth, but hesitated.
“Fuck! That hurts! Please…God damn it…I like having sex you!”
Big Daddy immediately released her nipple and their bodies came to rest together. They both were breathing heavily and Tiffany continued crying. I was a plethora of emotions. It wasn’t until they came to rest that I realized that I had been stroking my cock. I loved the eroticism of the moment, and I hated myself for letting it happen.
“Is that your husband over there?” Big Daddy spoke softly in her ear. He was squeezing her ass and pulling her cheeks apart.
“Do you love him?”
“Yes! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, honey! I’m sorry!”
“Shhh,” Big Daddy soothed her like a mother would her child. “Don’t feel sorry for having sex with me. If he didn’t want you to, he would have stopped us.” Big Daddy shifted on the bench and laid her out with her head closest to me. “And don’t you feel bad about this either, dude! Thank you letting me have sex with her. It’s a pleasure fucking such a beautiful lady!”
I was dumbfounded! What else could I say besides you’re welcome?! With her right leg up on his shoulder, he held her left leg out wide, and began a slow stroke. Tiffany’s moans were softer now and she reached down to feel his shaft disappearing inside of her.
“Have you cum yet?” I asked.
“Not yet. But I’m close. Have you ever fucked a black man?” Big Daddy asked her.
“Then I won’t cum very deep inside you!”
“No! Please!” Tiffany hit the panic button. She tried pulling his cock out. When that didn’t work, she tried scooting away. Big Daddy place one of his large hands on her shoulder and held her in place. “Please! I dont want to get pregnant by you!”
“You ain’t gonna get pregnant by me, baby! You were a black cock virgin! Now you need black cum inside you! Don’t worry, baby! I ain’t gonna cum deep!”
Tiffany was struggling with his cock that was penetrating deep and with her own orgasms. She was enjoying the sensation his cock was giving her, but she was terrified of him cumming inside her. I swear it was the eroticism of the moment that compelled me to make another concession.
“Would you settle for just keeping the head in?”
“I can do that,” Big Daddy said. His strides had become shorter and faster. “Stroke my cock while I cum, baby!”
“Oh, my God! I can feel it!” she cried, pulling on his shaft. Big Daddy grunted loudly as he emptied his seed into my wife.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“Shit! That’s a lot of cum. My pussy feels full!”
Big Daddy pulled out of her and welcomed me to come take a look. Tiffany’s pussy looked mutilated. I was staring into the gaping hole of where his cock had been. Her cunt was still contradicting and a long, white pearl oozed from her. It ran down her crack and deposited on the bench. I looked up and saw that she was sucking his cock.
“This is some lady you have here! How do you feel, sweety?!”
Tiffany let go of his cock with a loud pop. “Like a cheap slut,” she said. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around me and held me close. “I’m so sorry, honey. I…”
“It’s all right,” I said. I couldn’t be mad at her. “It is our vacation, after all.” We shared a brief laugh and stood.
“We had better get out of here before they wonder what’s up,” Big Daddy said, handing us our swimsuits.
Taking a quick dip in the pool to wash off the sweat and the sex, the three of us headed back to our rooms together. Tiffany and I were surprised to find that he was only a couple of doors down. We walked in silence, too embarrassed by what we had done.
“May I make a suggestion?” Big Daddy said, turning around to face us. “After you shower and stuff, if you have any energy left, make love. Tonight was just fun. I’ve had plenty of experience cuckolding and I can tell that you two are madly in love.” We looked at each other bashfully. “I’ll be here for a week or so, so if you guys want to get together again, let me know. If not, best wishes.”
“I don’t know about you guys, but I am too tired for sex tonight,” Tiffany said, laying her head on my shoulder.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Bryce,” he said, extending his hand. I took it in mine. “And you are?”
“Nathan and Tiffany.”
“This might sound strange to say, but thank you for having sex with her.”
“Yes, thank you!” she said with a weary smile and a chuckle.
“My pleasure. She’s a beautiful lady.”
“I guess I will have to look up this cuckolding thing?”
“Yes, please do! You might find some things that interest you. Nathan, I shook your hand, would you mind if i kissed your wife goodnight?”
Kissing was one of the few things I hadn’t seen them do. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with her.”
Bryce took her into his arms and their mouths came together. Tiffany moaned appreciatively while he caressed her back. Eventually, his hands roamed down to her ass. Their kiss lasted longer than I had expected. Soon, they parted and we went into our respective rooms.
Tiffany and I were too exhausted for a shower, let alone sex. We stripped off our swim wear and downed a glass of water.
“I love you,” she said when I curled up behind her.
“I love you, too.”
Seconds passed and we both drifted off to sleep.