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Not too long ago, my wife and I were in sunny Italy by the sea. We enjoyed the sunshine and salty water during the day, and in the evenings, we wandered along the beach and visited bars. One evening, we decided to just sit in the hotel restaurant.
There were a few people there, so we ordered cocktails. Since there wasn’t much to do or observe, we agreed to play Scrabble. I went back to the room to fetch the game—it took me a while to find and dig it out. I also took a quick bathroom break, so I ended up being delayed just a bit longer than expected.
When I returned to Emily, I was somewhat surprised to see she wasn’t alone. A slender, cocoa-brown Black man was keeping her company. He kept murmuring something to her, and it was clear she was a little flustered. I sat down, and Emily introduced us—his name was Samuel.
He said he was from France and was here to enjoy the summer. Quite bluntly, he told me he found my wife attractive and would love to sleep with her, asking what I thought about that. His tone was slightly teasing; he winked at me and laughed. I hesitated for a moment, then replied with the same nonchalance: “Why not, if she wants it and I can be there to watch…”
When I finished speaking, Emily stiffened slightly. She looked at me and asked in French so our companion wouldn’t understand: “Are you serious?” I confirmed I was—that it sounded like a great idea where everyone could enjoy themselves.
Emily thought for a moment and said, “And you won’t get jealous?”
“No, the idea turns me on… so, what do you say?” I replied.
“Alright,” she concluded in our native language.
Samuel watched our exchange in confusion. I smiled at him and said we agreed. He stared at me in disbelief. Emily and I stood up; he shook his head, slowly rising to follow. On the way to our room, he repeatedly checked if we were serious and if he’d understood correctly.
In the room, I gestured for Samuel to go to the bathroom. Without hesitation, he disappeared inside. Before I could say “blueberry pie,” Emily slipped through the door behind him and locked it.
I was a little taken aback. I sat in an armchair, listening and waiting. I heard whispers, laughter, and the shower. Soon, the door opened. Emily was in a robe, and Samuel wore only a towel around his waist. She took his hand, led him to the bed, knelt before him, pulled the towel from his hips, and sat him on the edge.
I stared at Samuel’s cock—it wasn’t fully hard yet, but even so, it was truly gigantic. Emily turned to me with a faint smile at the corner of her lips. She let her robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her breasts, and began stroking that enormous shaft. Samuel started breathing heavily, leaning back on his elbows to watch her work him. His tool grew harder by the second.
Emily held it with both hands, rubbing his glans, sliding it between her breasts, teasing her nipples with it. Then she leaned down and licked it. Samuel groaned. She began licking and sucking, never stopping her hands, flicking her tongue over his frenulum, swirling around the base of his glans.
She nuzzled his neck and cheeks, then opened her mouth wide and took him in. Only the head and a bit more fit inside; the rest she stroked with both hands, unable to wrap her fingers around its girth. And that damn thing kept growing, hardening, until it stood at full mast—at least thirty centimeters long.
Samuel reveled in her attention, lying on his back at the edge of the bed, legs spread, my wife between them playing with his magnificent cock. He moaned and gasped, propping his head up to watch. Emily was clearly aroused, thoroughly enjoying herself. She took him deep into her throat, slapped him against her breasts and lips, then pressed him between her cleavage, squeezing her tits together and sliding him up and down.
Each time his glans neared her face, she took it into her mouth. Samuel roared with pleasure. Just when he seemed close to finishing, she’d stop, switch techniques, and start again slowly.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was unbearably turned on, hard as a rock. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled myself out. Touching myself in that state would’ve made me come instantly, so I just gripped the base, aching to thrust. Emily stood, let her robe fall, and straddled Samuel’s thighs, her wet pussy hovering over his cock.
She took him in hand and rubbed him along her slit, occasionally rocking her hips to let just the tip slip inside. Samuel groaned, trying to grip her hips and push deeper, but she teased them both, denying him. Finally, she knelt over him and slowly sank onto that monstrous shaft, whimpering as she took him inch by inch.
Even fully sheathed, part of him remained outside. She began riding him, her breasts swaying with each movement. His cock glistened with her arousal. She’d lift almost all the way off, then drop back down, both of them moaning. Sometimes she’d pause, prolonging the torture.
The sight was unbearably hot. I decided to join and slipped into the bathroom. When I returned, the room echoed with Emily’s cries and Samuel’s grunts. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, Samuel kneeling between them, pounding her relentlessly.
Emily screamed, her face a mix of pain and ecstasy, tears streaming as she matched his thrusts. His balls slapped against her ass, her soaked pussy glistening, tits bouncing wildly. Her hands clawed the sheets. Her screams turned into a drawn-out wail as she came, gripping her hips to force him deeper. Their orgasm was a long explosion—both trembling, gasping.
Samuel collapsed beside her, still hard. Emily lay panting, legs splayed, his cum already leaking from her. I couldn’t resist; I buried my face between her thighs, licking her from ass to clit. She whimpered, oversensitive.
I shoved my throbbing cock into her well-used hole and started fucking—more like using her to get off. I barely felt anything, sliding effortlessly in her sloppy wetness. Desperate for release, I hammered into her, hearing the lewd squelches, feeling his cum drip down my balls. Emily barely reacted.
Behind me, Samuel showered. I kept going, gripping her under the knees like he had, slamming into her with all my strength. Her breathing quickened; she wrapped her legs around me, clutching my ass, lost in pleasure again.
Samuel returned. He knelt by Emily’s head, draping his cock over her lips for a blowjob. Distracted, she tossed her head to shake him off. But I was beyond turned on. I grabbed his dick, stroked it a few times while still fucking her, then tugged him toward me.
Samuel moved over Emily, spreading his legs so I could suck him. I took him into my mouth, licking, sucking, fondling his balls—like I wanted to drain him dry. To my surprise, he hardened fast. Was I that good of a whore? I teased his shaft, slapped it against my tongue, never stopping my thrusts into Emily. Samuel gripped my head, forcing his cock deeper.
It was uncomfortable but thrilling. He fucked my throat until I gagged, pulled out briefly, then shoved back in. Emily came again beneath us.
Samuel yanked himself free, pushed my head onto Emily’s tits, then knelt behind me. I knew what he wanted. I arched my back, asking myself what the hell I was doing—but I wanted it. Emily helped, spreading my cheeks. Samuel spat on his cock and my ass, rubbed it in, then pressed against my hole.
The pressure was immense, unrelenting.
Slowly, he pushed inside. I thought I’d tear apart.
Finally, he was fully sheathed, stretching me unbearably. He grabbed Emily’s hips and started fucking us both. I moaned in pain and arousal; Emily and Samuel matched his rhythm. The pain faded, replaced by a strange fullness. He pulled out, spat again, and plunged back in. Soon, he moved smoothly, pistoning into me while I fucked Emily.
I’d never felt anything like it—my cock buried in my wife, a Black man’s massive tool filling my ass. I was lost, screaming encouragement, my voice foreign to my own ears.
Climax hit like a freight train. My cock pulsed inside Emily, unloading in thick spurts as Samuel flooded my bowels with his heat. Emily shuddered beneath us, overwhelmed. Exhausted, we staggered to the shower—sticky, sore, and spent. My ass burned, his cum dripping down my thighs. I think we all had one hell of a good time.