A Dirty-Thirty Birthday Ch. 02

As I sat eating my late breakfast I tried not to think of my wife, and her most recent dalliance. We hadn't even been in the Dominican for a full day and she'd already slept with another guy. My appetite was diminishing as I recalled the sight of my stiff cock – coated with semen, as it pumped in and out of her sloppy-second pussy. April's sexy words echoed through my head. "I want a dirty-thirty birthday. – I want to spend our vacation fucking other men."

I tried to choke down some eggs, but my stomach was in knots and my dick was hard which curbed my appetite to say the least.

Nothing turns me on more than when my wife has sex with other guys, and the previous night a stranger named Tom became the forty-seventh cock that April has had since we were married five and a half years ago. That sounds like a lot, but it really is on average less than one guy a month – and it is certainly less than she used to do before we met.

With my desire for food completely gone, I pushed the rest of my breakfast aside. I sat and wondered how I could kill a few hours before sufficient time had past and I could go wake April. I couldn't wait to stick my tongue, and my cock in her worn-out pussy again.

Just as I was on my way out the door, I overheard a group of guys talking about going deep-sea fishing. It had been one of the activities that I had wanted to do since I started planning our trip. I needed something to take my mind off of my promicuous wife, so I stopped and asked them if they had room for one more.

One of the guys shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."

I introduced myself, and learned that their names were Mark, Jake, Scott, Todd, and Aaron. They were all about the same age as me – maybe a couple of years younger, Mark and Jake were black and the rest of the guys were white. Mark said that they were leaving in ten minutes and I replied that I'd meet them in the lobby.

I quickly made my way back to our room in order to grab my wallet and sunglasses. I opened the door to see my wife sleeping on her side in the fetal position. She didn't have any covers on, and I could see her plump pussy – swollen and wet between her legs, still leaking semen.

Seeing her like this made me hard again. I had the urge to stay and fuck her, but I knew that I'd better be going.

I grabbed my stuff, wrote April a quick note to let her know where I was going, and promptly went back downstairs.

The guys were waiting for me and we wasted little time getting ourselves down to the marina. Once there we bought some beer and found a captain of a small fishing boat willing to take us for a reasonable price.

For the next several hours we fished, drank plenty of beer and smoked fine dominican cigars. The guys reminded me of the friends I have back home and we got along great. I really liked them and it felt as though I had known them for a number of years.

By the time we got back to the hotel it was four-thirty in the afternoon and all six of us were half-panned. The guys said that they were going to meet their friend Anthony at the pool-side bar for a few beers before supper. I said that I would meet them as soon as I dropped off two of the fish that we had caught at the kitchen and found my wife.

After making arrangements with the head chef, I went up to our room and wasn't surprised when April was not there. I left her another note, then quickly showered, changed my clothes and went back downstairs.

When I got to the pool I was amazed to see my wife already sitting with the guys I had spent the afternoon with, plus one more black guy whom I assumed to be Anthony.

April was sitting beside him. She was wearing her bikini with a sarong tied around her waist looking sexy as hell. He was just in swim trunks and I couldn't help but notice that he was slightly better built than me. I felt a slight pang of jealousy course through me when I saw his large hand on April's bare thigh.

Jake saw me and gave Anthony a nudge. As I approached Anthony pulled his hand off of my wife.

"You must be Anthony." I said, pretending that I had not seen his hand stroking her thigh.

"Yeah, and you're Gregg." He replied shaking my hand.

I then turned to April and said, "How did you meet up with these creeps?"

Everyone laughed. April explained how she met Anthony on the beach, and how they came to the conclusion that I was fishing with his friends.

So the eight of us sat, drank a few more beers and talked. Upon April's suggestion we made plans to go to some of the clubs near our hotel after supper.

Nobody seemed to notice that April and Anthony were sitting far too close, except for me of course, and I wondered were this night would lead. Once again her self-indulgent words repeated through my head "I want to be a bad girl, the badder the better."

I could tell that my wife was interested in Anthony. The reasons for her attraction were obvious. He had a handsome face, large, well defined muscles and a confident demeanor. I later found out from Todd, that Anthony has a reputation for the abilty to pick-up just about any girl, any time, anywhere.

After we all had a couple more drinks one of the hotel staff approached us to say that our fish would be served in an hour. Everyone decided to head up to their respective rooms in order to change clothes before dinner.

As soon as April and I were in our room alone I asked her what was going on with her and Anthony. I mentioned that I'd seen his hand on her thigh.

April giggled. "Does it make you jealous?"

"A little, yeah."

"I'm sorry, babe. I don't want you to be upset, but I'm probably going to fuck him tonight."

April's words cut deep, but also served to turn me on. "Just how do you plan on doing that?" I asked. My voice was shaking with arousal as well as jealousy at the thought of that muscular, black stud between my wife's thighs. "Anthony is staying in the same room as Mark and Jake, and unless I'm mistaken, this room is occupied as well."

"Well, I was kind of planning to leave the bar early with him. We'd come back here while you stayed with the rest of the guys."

"To our room?!"

"Uh huh." She said, stepping closer until her mouth was inches from mine and her hand could trace my rapidly stiffening member through my shorts. "Just think, Gregg, by the time you get back, my pussy will already be stretched out and full of his cum. You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? You could have his sloppy-seconds as soon as you walk through the door."

"Oh god, April!" I moaned. Pre-cum was dripping down my leg. "I love it when you talk like that."

"Yeah, you can't wait to slide your cock in my pussy after Anthony's already been there, can you? Mmm... he's gonna leave it so loose and messy for you, baby. Did you see the size of his hands? My pussy's gonna get a big, black cock in it tonight!"

And with that she turned and went into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned-on. My wife had given me a raging erection and she knew it.

April loves to tease me this way before one of her big nights. I remember a couple of years ago when she went to visit her friend, Tracy in New Orleans. For three weeks before her trip she tormented me by talking about how naughty she was going to be, and how many guys her and Tracy were going to fuck.

Tracy is the only person that knows about our half-open marriage. She is almost as hot, and just as much of a slut as my wife is. I had no doubt that they'd encounter some studs willing to stick their dicks in April and Tracy's god forsaken pussies, and I was right.

By the time she got home late Sunday afternoon I was ready to explode with curiosity. As soon as April came through the door she unbuttoned her shirt to show off all of the bite marks on her breasts.

"It's a good thing I don't have to hide this from you eh?" April kidded. She then lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and showed me that her pubic hair was tangled with dried semen.

I immediately dropped my pants, picked her up, and slid my rampant cock into her engorged sex. As I fucked her, April explained that the cum all over her snatch was from two different guys that her and Tracy had spent the weekend partying with, and that she had fucked another guy on Thursday. I wound up banging her against the door of our home while April gave her accounts of what – and who she did while on her short vacation in New Orleans.

My hands were still trembling as I waited for April to change. My imagination was filled with images of her and Anthony rutting in our bed. I couldn't belive how much I was looking forward to later on when I would come back to our room and find her post-coital cunt waiting for my tongue.

I hoped his cock would be as big as April said it would. I know that she prides herself on her ability to discern who has a big dick and who doesn't. She's almost always right, and of course there was the fact that he was black...

When we first began talking about my wife's sexual history, April had told me that the rumors of black guys and their big dicks were true. She explained that she'd slept with at least thirty black guys and not one of them ever had a small dick. April claimed that if cauccassian men averaged five to six inches when erect – then black guys averaged more like seven or eight inches – and one out of ten were absolutely huge.

When my wife finally emerged from the bathroom I just about died. She was wearing one of those micro mini-skirts that barely covered her ass. Her top was a sleevless button-up that show-cased her substantial cleavage. All I could think of to say was "Wow!"

April grinned. "What do you think?" she said, twirling around. As she spun, her skirt lifted, and I could see her G-string panties. "I bought it two days before our trip."

"I think I might want to keep you all to myself." I replied, half serious.

"Sorry, Gregg. Anthony gets me first tonight. You can have what's left-over after he's done."

I could only groan in anticipation.

When we arrived at our table the rest of the guys were already there. I almost laughed when I saw the looks on their faces when they saw what April was wearing.

During the meal the guys were constantly flirting with my wife and she was flirting back. The only time I felt any sort of jealousy was when Anthony and April would exchange prolonged glances. I could see that my wife was deeply attracted to him and it bothered me a little.

It reminded me of a certain night several years ago when April and I went to a rock show together. She had dressed in a similar outfit, only instead of a short skirt she wore a very skimpy pair of cut-off shorts and a tight tank-top. She looked smokin' hot and I was not surprised at how many heads she turned. We had just got a couple of beers and found a spot about twenty feet from the stage when the band made their appearance.

Now these guys aren't exactly U2 or anything. You won't hear their music on any radio station that I know of, but they are quite talented. This band has a large fan base in Canada and parts of the United States so it's not like they're a bunch of hacks, I just think that they would rather have nothing to do with mainstream.

Anyway, April and I drank beer and enjoyed the show for about ten songs. Then my wife turned to me and said that she wanted to get closer to the stage. I nodded and we began making our way through the crowd of people. Just then the band broke into one of their most popular songs and there was a sudden rush of fans onto the floor. April and I were separated. I tried to get to her but it was no use. There were just too many people.

I had made my way to the foot of the stage but on the far right. April did too, but about thirty feet to my left. She was standing directly in front of the bass player.

Now, let me explain. The bass player in this band is considered by all females to be very good-looking. There wasn't a single woman in that place that wouldn't have done just about anything to sleep with him – including my wife.

I felt my stomach turn as I realized that she had let go of my hand on purpose. She had deliberately let go so she could be closer to this guy without me cramping her style.

As the rock show continued they were making eye contact the whole time. I knew that from his vantage point the bass player had a great view down my wife's tank-top.

I had a tough time concentrating on the music while my wife stood thirty feet away, looking as though she was attempting to seduce some rock and roll stud.

I couldn't figure out why it bothered me so much. April and I had been married for three months at this time, and she'd already fucked two other guys – both with my knowledge and approval. This was different though. This guy was too good-looking and too desirable. He was a threat to my man-hood. Just like Anthony...

After the band pounded through their last song, the crowd began to dispurse. I stood near the back and waited for April, but she was busy talking to the bass player.

They talked for a long time and just as I was about to go over and retrieve my wife, when she turned and came towards me.

April was positively glowing. "Guess what, baby! Corey invited me to go back-stage and party with him!"

"That's nice."

"I can't believe he picked me! This is so awesome!"

"You're not actually going to go are you?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" She said, looking at me like I was crazy.

"'Cause he wants to fuck you."

"Of course he does! I thought you wanted me to fuck other guys!" she said, loud enough for the people around us to hear.

"April! Keep your voice down!" I snapped, noticing the criticizing looks we were getting.

"Look," she said, with less volume, "Corey could have chose any girl here tonight and he chose me. If he wants to fuck me, then I'd be insane not to do it. It was your idea for me to sleep around in the first place, now you're going to have to deal with the consequences. Look, Gregg, I'm sorry, but I'm going back-stage, I'll see you at home later."

With that my wife left me and went with Corey. I can't remember ever feeling so humiliated. Ignoring the looks from some of the people that overheard us, I left immediately and drove home.

I was shaking with anger for over an hour. There was no way that I was going to fall asleep knowing where my groupie, slut for a wife was. I paced around our house, for some time before finally going downstairs and pounding on the heavy bag.

Afterwards I began to calm down a bit and went to bed. Images of April sucking and fucking that rockstar began to flood my mind. Although I was still upset with my disobedient wife, I began to get hard. I tossed and turned, I tried to sleep, but the more I pictured them together the more aroused I became.

It was just after five a.m. when a cab finally pulled into our driveway. I looked out the window and saw my wife getting out. As she came into the house I turned on the bedside lamp.

Not a word was said as April undressed and got into bed beside me.

After about a minute I broke the silence. "So, did you..."

"Fuck him? – Yeah. Are you mad?"

"No, not anymore. I'm still a little jealous, but I think I'm mostly just turned-on."

April's face broke out into a devilish grin. "Does that mean you want to fuck me? Corey didn't wear a condom and he left my pussy stretched out and full of cum – just how you like it. You could even lick it first if you want." She said peeling the covers aside and spreading her legs.

I couldn't help but moan with approval as I took in the sight of my wife's used pussy, sticky and bloated from being pumped full of another guy's semen. Locked in her power I slid down between her steamy thighs and gazed at her well-worked cunt.

April was right. Her pussy was swollen and gaping open. The smell of sex made me want to eat her all the more.

I couldn't belive it. Four hours ago I wanted to knock Corey's teeth down his throat, now, I couldn't wait to slurp his spent jizz from my wife's creamy fuck-hole.

Needing no further encouragement I ran my tongue up through the soft folds of her succulent snatch. I could taste Corey's semen – it was delicious.

"So I partied with the band and their roadies for about an hour back-stage before Corey took me into his motor home." She said between gasps as I worked my tongue over her inflamed clit. "We made out, and I sucked his cock. It was big – really big. I don't think I've fucked a guy with a cock like that since Dan." She said, refering to one of the more well-endowed black guys she slept with before meeting me.

"The first time he fucked me hard and fast and he came in my pussy. He didn't ask if I was on the pill or anything – he just knew that I wanted his cum inside of me."

"Afterwards we shared a joint, and then I sucked his big cock some more. Baby I'm sorry, but I just loved sucking him, he had such a good cock. He fucked me twice more and blew his load in my pussy both times."

"Did he make you come?" I asked between licks.

"No, but if you keep doing that I'll come in your mouth. Oh god, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Keep sucking my clit... oh fuck... I'm going to cum!" My wife ground her soaked pussy on my face. "Oh fuck I'm cumming in your mouth!"

I gave her quivering snatch a few more licks before I lined my throbbing erection up with her vagina. As I sank my eager prink into April's pre-fucked pussy I couldn't help but notice just how slack she was.

"Oh, April," I groaned, "your pussy's never felt this loose before!"

"That's because a big cock just finished fucking it, baby!" She gasped. "It was so good! I'm sorry, but he really was an unbelievable lay, Gregg. Even if you took away the fact that he is talented, famous, and extremely good-looking, he would still be one of the best fucks that I've ever had."

The sensation of fucking my wife's pussy after it had been stretched by a larger phallus was indescribable. Although I felt very little friction, I knew that I was about to have the biggest orgasm of my life. April kept twisting and moaning beneath me as I rutted in her sloppy, wet cunt. Corey's semen was leaking everywhere.

"Oh god," she gasped. "I just love getting fucked by two guys in one night! It makes me feel so dirty – going from one cock to another like this!"

Hearing those words sent me over the edge. With a huge gutteral moan, my prick started spurting uncontrolably into my wanton wife. Never had I ejaculated with intensity such as this. It felt almost like I was having two orgasms at the same time.

Later, as April and I cuddled, I admited to her that I was glad she had disobeyed me and fucked Corey. That is why I didn't object to the thought of her and Anthony together now – I knew the pay-off would be worth it.

Following supper we smoked some fine Dominican tobbacco and enjoyed some after dinner drinks before heading to the bar.

After about an hour at the club April was clearly drunk. I could tell that the night was starting to veer out of control. She was dancing like the most abandoned of sluts – grinding her ass and tits against whomever her current dance partner was at the time. Due to the fact that her skirt was so short, everyone could see her panties and most of the guys that danced with her returned to our table sporting obvious bulges. At one point I saw her kissing both Mark and Anthony as they sandwiched her on the dance floor. It made me feel uneasy to see her do that in front of everyone, but at the same time I wanted to see more.

A few minutes later I was in the washroom when Anthony and Mark walked in. At first they were loud and boisterous, but when they saw me they went silent.

Anthony went over to a urinal and took a piss. Mark turned to me and stammered, "Uh, listen, man... if we're out of line with your wife earlier then we're sorry."