My husband and I touched down in Jamaica on a sunny Sunday afternoon in March, to begin our spring vacation.

Pat had surprised me a month earlier, when he had taken me out to dinner and showed me the plane tickets. Before that he’d been telling me that things were too piled up at work for him to get away this year, so of course I was delighted. I can assure you that he got some quality head on the way home, and a thorough workout in bed deep into the night.

Pat had chosen one of the more elite resorts, with a golf course and a lovely private beach, along with a couple of huge pools and numerous bars and restaurants open 24 hours a day. It was the perfect place. On that first day, after settling into our bungalow and unpacking, we decided to put on our swim suits and take a walk on the beach before dinner.

Pat whistled at me when I emerged from the bathroom wearing one of the scandalously brief bikini swimsuits I’d bought especially for this trip, knowing that nobody we knew would see us. I’m damn proud of my curvy 33-year-old body. I take good care to keep it in shape, and I kind of like to show it off. Also, I know that my husband enjoys seeing me catch men’s eyes and give them hard-ons wherever we go.

The bikini consisted of just two tiny patches of fabric covering my large nipples, and a miniscule thong that barely concealed the little landing strip of dark cropped hair just above my pussy, then ran through my crotch and disappeared between the cheeks of my tight ass. The strip covering my cunt was so narrow it struggled to contain my long pink labia.

The private beach was not very crowded, but I saw a number of young black men, most of them very good looking, who I took to be employees of the resort. They took notice of me too as we strolled past them. I could feel their eyes on every part of my body, and it made me feel fantastic, not to mention horny.

When we spotted a group of palm trees that created one of the few shady places near the water, we went over and spread out our large beach towel. At that point the only other people in sight were two black men who appeared to be sleeping on towels of their own.

I stretched out while Pat anointed my body lavishly with sunscreen before we enjoyed our first dip in the surf. The water was soothingly warm, and felt so relaxing I could have swum for hours, but I was afraid I would get sunburned if I stayed in too long, so after a little while we headed back.

The two young men were awake and sitting up when we emerged from the water, and they stared at me as we approached our towel. I lay down on my back in the shade to let the warm breeze dry me off, while Pat went to get us some drinks from a nearby beach bar.

After a moment the two men got up and walked over to me, standing quite close to my recumbent body as they introduced themselves as Nate and Leon. I told them my name and started to get up, but the one called Nate told me not to bother, because they had to go report to work. I relaxed and leaned back on my elbows as I saw Pat coming with our drinks just as my new friends took off.

Pat grinned as he handed me my drink, saying, “Wow, you really gave those guys an eyeful!” I asked him what he meant, and he said, “Your left nipple is uncovered, and you should check out your crotch.” I quickly tugged the suit back over my nipple, and then saw that the strip of thong was wedged between my fleshy cunt lips, leaving them hanging out on either side. Damn, I might as well have not had any bottoms on at all! I tried covering my protruding snatch, but the wet fabric continued slipping back into my crack. I had to wrap our beach towel around myself for modesty’s sake as we walked back to our bungalow, where Pat proceeded to fuck me senseless.

When we went to dinner at one of the restaurants that evening, we found that Nate was the bartender, and Leon was our waiter. They were both very polite and attentive to our needs. Neither of them mentioned our encounter that afternoon, until I introduced them to my husband, telling him I’d met them on the beach. When we got back, Pat grinned at me again and said he thought I might end up getting a little black cock on this vacation. I told him I’d rather get a lot of it. We then made sweet love until we fell asleep.

The next morning Pat decided to go off and play a round or two of golf with some men he had met. I was happy to spend the morning relaxing on our shady patio with a good book. I was wearing tight cutoffs and a short cropped top with no bra. My large nipples were quite noticeable against the tight top, but then I wasn’t expecting any company.

I had just come to the end of a chapter in my book when Nate walked up, saying, “Well, good morning, pretty lady. It’s so nice to see you again.” I said hello and started to make some remark about the weather, when he interrupted me and asked me if I was as horny as he was.

I was so surprised by his forwardness that all I could say was, “I’m a married woman!”

He smiled. “I know that,” he said. “But you’re hundreds of miles from home, and your husband just teed off on the golf course and will be gone for a good four hours. Wouldn’t you like to change your luck and have a good time with a black brother?”

Well, of course I had been telling my husband just the night before that that was exactly what I would like. So what the hell, I thought, this guy knows I’m married, so what would be wrong with a little no-strings sex with a handsome stud, who was probably at least 12 years younger than I was? And I knew damn well that Pat wouldn’t mind. And when I checked out the impressive bulge in Nate’s loose-fitting shorts, that clinched the deal.

“You know,” I said, standing up, “I was just about to go in for a cold soda. Would you like one?”

Once inside the bungalow Nate didn’t waste much time. As I brought out a couple of cans of soda he quickly stepped up to me, saying, “Damn, lady, I haven’t been able to get you off of my mind since I saw you on the beach yesterday.” Before I could respond he pulled me tightly against his body, planting a searing kiss on my lips and pushing his tongue between them to insistently probe my mouth. The kiss was so intense it took my breath away, and I melted into his embrace like a virgin on prom night. Both sodas dropped and rolled across the floor. Fortunately they were unopened.

Moments later Nate had one hand under my top, gently fondling my breast while the other wormed its way between my legs, which I instinctively spread to give him easier access. I could feel the bulge in his shorts quickly uncoil to become a long rigid pole pressing against my tummy. He lifted me slightly off the floor to hold my mound against his cock, while his tongue continued to explore my mouth, dueling with mine and driving me wild with burning need.

Our lips parted as he carried me over to the sofa. “No,” I panted. “No, Nate, take me to the bedroom.” He did so, standing me next to the unmade bed as he pulled my top over my head to feast his eyes on my full firm breasts. He bent his head to them, kissing my nipples, then giving them each a short strong suck before burying his face between my soft mounds. He nuzzled at them as he unsnapped my cutoffs, then pushed them down my thighs until they slid freely to my ankles, and I kicked them away. He kissed me deeply again, pressing his thick lips to mine as our tongues tangled as before, sending delicious pangs of desire throughout my body and absolutely drenching my panties.

He eased me down onto the messy bed then, looking into my eyes as he reached to grasp the waistband of my panties. “You don’t know it,” he murmured, “but I saw your fine pussy lips hanging out of your bathing suit back there on the beach. I told Leon then I’d have blue balls until I got into your cute little panties, and now I’m about to do just that!”

“Yes, do it,” I moaned, drawing my knees up and raising my hips to make it easier for him to tug the panties down. As he slipped them off my feet I let my knees spread slowly open. His eyes traveled down my now naked body, past my breasts, across my taunt tummy, over the narrow strip of pubic hair to the fleshy pink folds of my flowering cunt.

I expected him to fuck me at once, but he surprised me by diving face first into my open crotch, no doubt getting a taste of the semen my husband had left there a few hours earlier. He licked me from my asshole to my clit before driving that long hot tongue up my love canal, further than any other man had before. Oh my God, could that man ever move his tongue! I’ve been tongue-fucked many times, but never like Nate did it. It was like having a hot velvety eggbeater in my dripping pussy, and it sent me spiraling into a series of orgasms, one quickly succeeding another, which left me gasping for breath.

I wasn’t aware that he’d removed his shorts until he moved up over me, using one hand to guide the large bulbous head of his cock between my splayed labia and into my pussy. He pushed about six inches of his dick slowly into my body and held it there as I gradually adjusted to his extremely thick girth. “God, that feels so good!” I moaned, and started pumping my hips up and down, taking in more and more of that huge tool until I could feel his heavy balls pressed against my ass.

I told him breathlessly that I loved the way his cock stretched my pussy, and that it felt marvelous to be so full of his hard meat. “Fuck me, Nate,” I said then. “Fuck me the way I need to be fucked!”

And Nate proceeded to do just that, pounding me so hard he drove me up on the mattress a little with each powerful thrust, until I had to reach above my head and brace myself against the headboard, to keep from bumping into it. He rammed me for about 10 lovely minutes, driving me to another orgasm seconds before he shoved into me as deeply as he could, his balls tight against my ass while his cock jerked and spewed his hot semen into my convulsing pussy.

I was more than satisfied, but I still felt a sense of loss when I felt his shrinking cock slither out of my ravished cunt. But I needn’t have worried; after kissing me a few times, and running his hands all over my body, he quickly got hard again, and to my delight was ready to go a second time. This time he fucked me for half an hour, bringing me to climax twice more before blowing his second load into my love box.

After that Nate said he had to get to work, and I told him I hoped we could get together again, because I really loved his big cock. Nate grinned and told me that if I thought his cock was big, I should check out Leon, who was hung like a horse. I said I would love to do that, but that if he was too big I didn’t know if I could handle him. Nate said they would watch for my husband to leave, and slip in to see me while he was gone. I told him I couldn’t wait.

What I didn’t tell him was that I was planning to tell my husband all about this at the first opportunity. I knew he would be thrilled to hear how Nate had fucked me with his big black dick, and how his friend with an even bigger cock was waiting in the wings. And of course I was right. When Pat came back he was so excited to hear about my visitor that he hustled me into the bedroom to examine my vagina before adding a load of his own semen to mix with what Nate had left.

The next morning Pat suggested that we rent a car and spend the day exploring the island and seeing the sights. We had a great time, touring the interior and checking out several out-of-the-way places, returning just in time to have a nap before getting ready to go out to dinner.

I put on a light blue body-hugging sheath dress that I rarely wore because it revealed every line of my underthings, so on this occasion I chose to wear it with nothing underneath but me. I didn’t even bother with stockings. Pat took one look at me and knew instantly that I was naked beneath the dress. I turned slowly around in front of him and was delighted to see that he he’d developed a lovely erection. He wanted to put it to use right away, but I told him he had to wait until later.

Nate and Leon had changed places this time, with Nate acting as bartender and Leon as our waiter. As before, the service was excellent. I could see Leon furtively checking out my breasts and my puffy nipples as they strained against the bodice of my dress. The fact that he stared openly at my legs whenever he was out of sight of my husband was not lost on me either. My naughty exhibitionist instinct led me to spread my legs several inches apart under the table, causing the hem of my dress to ride up and giving him a partial view of my nearly hairless treasure box. He noticed immediately, and winked at me as my husband studied the menu.

By the time we had finished our meal my hemline was nearly up to my crotch, and when Leon approached with our after-dinner wine I looked straight at him as I spread my legs still further, clearly exposing my long pink pussy lips below my patch of dark public hair. He nearly dropped the wine before delivering it safely to our table.

Although Pat couldn’t see what was going on under the table, he was perceptive enough to know damn well that I was teasing Leon with my body, and I could see that he was enjoying it. As he called for the check I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room, and when I returned he was ready to leave. Outside the restaurant we exchanged several heated kisses. His cock was very hard against my belly, and I could feel my juices tricking down my thighs. I couldn’t wait to get back and fuck him, and he obviously felt the same.

Inside the bungalow he again passionately embraced me while unzipping my dress and working it off my shoulders, so that when he released me it slipped to the floor, leaving me naked. He turned me around then, embracing me from behind, pressing his hard cock against my ass as he fondled my breasts with one hand, the other sliding down to cup my slippery pussy. I was thus locked in his grasp when there was a soft knock on the door, and then I was astonished to hear Pat call out, “Come in!”

I was both shocked and pleased when Leon and Nate stepped through the door, just a few feet from where I was standing naked in my husband’s arms. I could hear the excitement in Pat’s voice as he explained, “I spoke to our friends while you were in the ladies’ room, darling, and invited them to come and help me pleasure you tonight. I knew you’d love to be sexually serviced by all three of us.”

Well, I would have to write a book to describe everything that happened that night, so I’ll just summarize it by saying that once the guys got naked we all piled onto the large bed, and I was deliciously ravaged by three hot mouths, six hands, and, oh yes, three of the hardest cocks a woman could ask for, coming at me again and again. I lost track of how many times they nailed me, but Pat counted a combined number of 16 times. However, there were several occasions during the night when I took on my two black studs while my husband was sleeping, so the real number is probably more. And by the way, I also found out that Nate had been right about Leon’s cock; it was the longest and thickest dick I’ve ever seen, before or since. It took me a while to get used to it, but it was well worth the effort.

When the guys left at noon the next day, Pat told them they could have my body any time, as long I was willing. After that I didn’t go longer than a few hours without having a man between my legs for the rest of our vacation, whether it was one at a time, or two or three at once. But when Nate and Leon asked if they could invite some of their friends over for some choice white pussy, Pat drew the line, saying that he wanted me to have something to look forward to when we came back next year.

I can hardly wait.