My husband Richard and I were both in our mid-40s and had been married for 20 years when we decided to celebrate our anniversary by taking a romantic two-week vacation in the Caribbean, staying at a plush resort on one of the beautiful islands and going deep-sea fishing during the day.

The captain of our chartered fishing boat was a young man named Alexander. He was 22 and very athletic-looking, and from the first day I could see that he wanted me. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off my body, which was usually encased in one of the skimpy bikinis I had bought especially for this vacation. Not that I minded much; he was young and attractive and I actually had the hots for him myself. But though I do occasionally stray (usually with my husband’s knowledge and permission), this was a special occasion for Richard and me, and I wanted to keep it that way, so I kept my desires in check.

Alexander came down to the galley one day while I was there fixing Richard a snack, sneaking up behind me and slipping his arms around me to put his hands over my full breasts. I thought it was Richard at first, so I closed my eyes and leaned back against his hard body. When he made a little sound, I instantly knew it wasn’t my husband. Grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away, I spun around and angrily asked him what the hell he thought he was doing.

He looked surprised. “Hey, I’m just doing what your eyes have been saying you wanted me to do,” he said, with a slight grin. “I’ve seen you checking out my package, and I’ll bet your pussy is soaking wet right now.”

He wasn’t far from wrong, but I summoned up all the indignation I could muster. “You listen to me, mister,” I told him. “I’m a married woman, and I love my husband, and I’ll thank you to keep your hands off me and get out of my way before I call Richard down here to castrate you!” And with that I grabbed Richard’s snack and rushed up on deck, leaving Alexander there with a hard-on.

I didn’t say anything to Richard about what had happened, but I told him I was getting bored with fishing and was just going to hang out around the resort for the rest of the time we were there. This wasn’t so much because I didn’t trust Alexander; it was myself I didn’t trust.

I found myself thinking about Alexander a lot the next few days, and even masturbating occasionally, thinking about how big and hard his cock had felt as I leaned back against him, imagining him mounting me and slipping that big dick up my slippery cunt. When Richard came home each night I would be so horny I would fuck him nearly to death. He enjoyed it, of course, but he wasn’t fooled. He had seen right away that I was attracted to Alexander, and like the loving husband he is, he decided to do something about it.

On our last night on the island, Richard dropped a bomb just as we were about to go out to dinner. I had chosen to wear my sexiest new dress. It was cut very low in front and stopped several inches above my knees, and it was slit high up the left side, revealing the lacy top of my stocking, as well as a hint of nearly sheer light blue panties. Richard smiled when he saw me, saying, “Alexander is going to go nuts tonight when he sees you looking so hot. Oh yes,” he added as I stared at him, “I invited him to have dinner with us.”

I immediately said that in that case I was going to change into something more conservative. But Richard stopped me. “No,” he said, grinning. “I want him to see it. I want you to leave that boy with blue balls tonight. I’ve seen the way his mouth waters when you’re around, and the poor guy was lost without you on the boat these last three days. Let’s give him something else to remember after we’re gone.”

I suspected right then that teasing Alexander was not all he had in mind. But I went along with him.

From the minute we met him at the restaurant, it was obvious that Alexander couldn’t stop staring at my exposed upper thigh or the deep cleavage between my breasts. I could also see that my husband was enjoying his obvious discomfort, not to mention mine. After dinner we went into the dimly lit lounge for some drinks. Our table was very small, and as I sat between the two men my thighs touched theirs on either side, which got my juices flowing until I was sure I could smell my aroused pussy.

When Alexander excused himself to use the men’s room, I told Richard we had to put an end to the evening so he and I could go up to our room and fuck our brains out. Richard smiled at me and asked me if I wouldn’t rather do that with Alexander, while he stayed downstairs and gambled for a few hours.

I just looked at him for a long minute. “Look,” I said then, “I admit I’m attracted to that young man, and I love you for giving me — both of us — the opportunity. But this is our anniversary trip, it’s a special time, and I think it should be just you and me, don’t you?”

Richard smiled again. “I love you too, babe, and you know I want to make you happy,” he told me. “And you also know that it makes me happy to think of you with another man sometimes. In fact, it excites me. So stay with him tonight — all night, if you want — and believe me, our celebration will be all the better afterwards.”

I kissed him then, a long passionate kiss, sticking my tongue in his mouth. Then I leaned back and smiled. “Who’s going to tell Alexander?” I asked.

Richard said he would tell him when he came back, and that I should go up to our room and wait. Which I did. Fifteen minutes later Alexander knocked on my door, and I let him in.

He reached for me right away, but I stepped back, asking him with a teasing smile if he was sure he wanted to get involved with a married woman who was 23 years older than he was. His reply was that he didn’t want to get involved with me, he just wanted to fuck me, and he was damn sure, especially after talking to my husband, that I wanted that too.

Before I could say anything more, he had me locked in a passionate embrace, pressing his lips to mine and giving me a tongue-twisting, open-mouth kiss that lasted for several minutes. His quick hands were at my dress, unfastening it with surprising dexterity and slipping it off, quickly followed by my bra and panties. Before the kiss ended he had me naked and on my back on the bed, and the next thing I knew he was slipping his hefty cock all the way into my slick pussy.

He was better endowed than my husband, his thickness stretching me excitingly as he stuffed my pussy with the full length of his rod. I spread my legs as far as I could to allow him deeper penetration.

After pausing for a long moment with his dick buried in my clutching cunt, he kissed me again, then continued to kiss me as he began to move slowly in and out. After about a minute he groaned into my mouth as he erupted, spewing spurt after spurt of his copious semen deep into my body. I hadn’t yet climaxed, but his cock remained rock-hard after he finished shooting, and he simply went for sloppy seconds, this time fucking me soundly for another 15 minutes. I reached orgasm twice by the time he reached his second peak, again pumping a seemingly endless amount of warm come into my spasming love chamber.

We collapsed and rested for a while, with his shrunken cock still embedded in my body. Satisfied though I was, I had a sudden urge to taste that cock, to stuff as much of it as I could into my mouth and suck on it until I was able to swallow some of that young male come.

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered into his ear. “I want take it down my throat and choke myself on it until you shoot your sperm down my gullet. Would you like that, baby?”

He didn’t have to answer; I could feel his cock already getting hard again inside me. I told him to pull out and lie on his back, and when he did I moved down in the bed and crouched over him to tease him with my lips and tongue. He moaned as I let my long dark hair brush over his tumescent pole, and his lovely large lance was soon as hard as ever.

As it turned out, he was too big for me to actually take him down my throat, but I got him off by sucking and licking, finally receiving a good mouthful of gooey semen, which I happily swallowed. Alexander then said he wanted to do the same to me, and he turned out to be surprisingly good with his mouth and tongue, making me come three times before I stopped him. It got him hard again, the dear boy, and when he said he wanted to fuck me all night long, I began to think he probably could.

It was nearly one in the morning when Richard called from downstairs, asking if it was safe for him to come up yet. I told him that Alexander was fucking me at that very moment, and didn’t show any signs of slowing down. I then put the receiver on the night table and let my husband listen to my moans and gasps and cries as another orgasm burst over me.

“Jesus,” Richard said when I picked up the phone again. “Okay, I’ll get myself another room for the night, but I want you to tell me all about it tomorrow. Every fucking detail.”

“Of course, darling,” I said. “Don’t I always?”