[Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. There are strong cuckold themes in this story. This story has substantial male/male sexual contact. If these themes don't please you, move on and don't comment about it, it will just be deleted. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

[All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.]

Hi, I'm Matt, and no, this isn't an A.A. meeting. It's actually Matthew Truco. Yes, I'm Hispanic and I live in the Southwest. Third generation Mexican American, from European Spaniards, not Mestizo Indian cross breeds. Some people tell me I look like a young Antonio Banderas, and many women in my early college years did throw themselves at me. I still insist they were drunk at the time. This story is about love and loss, about how the love of my life was taken from me twice, and how the love of your life will be taken from you.

This is a true story. It happened several years ago, after the pandemic. I know the world is different now. Because of the drugs in the water supply you won't remember, at least if you are not the home to a Y chromosome. It started with Burwell v. Hobby Lobby, where it was held the business you work for can determine your access to contraception. But after the pandemic, that reasoning went further.

It was called section 432. A rider attached in the dead of night to a bill that could not be allowed not to pass. That rider never would have seen the light of day under regular order, and they had to take a special voice vote to waive the rules requiring 72 hours notice, because the bill had to pass. It passed on a voice vote in both the House and Senate, because no one wanted their name on it. It was followed later that year, before the Supreme Court could hear the resulting cases (especially Wiley v. Roadrunner Industries LLC, 101 F.4d 297, 5^th Circuit). They held that contraception is the same as conception, and in fact all conception was also at the discretion of the employer, with a set of Constitutional amendments, the "second bill of rights" according to men's rights activists. States piled on and the two thirds of the State's requirement was satisfied in weeks.

It is heresy now to even describe the world back then. AI has scrubbed the record, and rewritten history. The old physical archives have been quarantined ('due to the pandemic'), locked away so that people cannot know the truth. More than half of humanity is enslaved, and I am partially responsible. Despite giving me a position of high honor, I would end up with a bullet in my brain after my arrest before I made it to the police station if the AI ever got a copy of this story. Luckily, my word processor isn't connected to the Internet. How it ended up in your hands I don't know.

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She was my wife, she was my everything.

We met in college. High end biomedical research tends to produce people more focused on work than they are on other people. I don't know if you can understand how hot a woman has to be to make a lab coat look hot, but she could and did. Searingly hot intellect, very fact based, very intolerant of bureaucratic obstacles and bullshit.

Even as a grad student in Dr. Miner's lab, she outshined the postdocs both in the work she produced, and her ability to explain it so the entire public could understand it. I became her lab partner, I must have a lucky horseshoe up my ass or something. She lavished praise on my work, lavished her attention on me. We started eating dinner together, then having a drink after our late nights, then sleeping at each other's place, then having only a single place. It was right around this time I realized she was in love with me.

I had been in love with her since the first day she covered a lecture for Dr. Miner. Striding to the podium in high heels, very elegant dark hose, a black lace dress with a plunging bodice, all covered up from sight by that lab coat. I watched her pretty French Canadian face for an hour, yet the only thing I learned was her name, Anna Marie Chabert. I would later reread the online notes from that lecture for a week to get it all into my head. I wanted to know deeply everything she knew, and I wanted to know her even more deeply. Call me sapiosexual, her mind turned me on something fierce.

I passed her one morning while running. The mornings are almost always cool enough to run. I didn't recognize who she was, but the woman I just passed had the most incredibly sculpted body. Sturdy but elegant legs, very well muscled and toned. Ass that could crack walnuts with a single clap of her cheeks, barely wider than my outstretched hand that I used to measure it. If I did not pass her, all of my blood would have flowed to my penis. So I mentally took several pictures for my spank bank and flowed past her. I used to run track in high school, so my 'passing gear' works pretty well.

Well it worked for a few seconds. She passed me, put the ass in gear that must have been God's gift to mankind, right back in front of my face. That ass told me He really did love me. So I put my ass back in passing gear.

That exchange happened six times. The only reason it didn't happen seven was we arrived at the lab. As we paused to get our breath back and did our stretching exercises, her hoodie fell down. It is like a Star Trek phaser stun blast, the perfect ass belongs to the perfect face of the perfect woman. Luckily I didn't need to say anything. Our heavy breathing led me to conclude she is really turned on, from her scent alone. Impossible to mistake the scent of hot wet pussy.

In another few seconds I would have been rendered speechless anyhow. She took off the hoodie, revealing a thin white t-shirt without a bra. She has pointed C-cup breasts, and they are stiff from rubbing against her shirt fabric while running. Nipple disks the size of fifty cent pieces, nipples the size of the tip of my pinky finger.

"I do this every day. I'd love to do it every day with you." Anna says in that flirty movement high school girls do where they twist their torso back and forth to show they have boobs. When you have C+ cups like hers, that's an entire milkshake.

"I'd love to do it with you every day. I'm Matt." I offer my hand.

"Anna. Take that hand away right now, or I'm going to demand you do things with it that are quite inappropriate at this stage of our relationship." Anna says very firmly.

"So we are in a relationship?" I chuckle, not believing my luck.

"A very inappropriate one, it seems. I do look forward to that." Anna teases as she says "CIAO!" and sprints off.

The next day after running, we are doing the after run cool down, and the Inquisition begins.

"So Matt, have you been thinking about the inappropriate things you can do with your hands to my body? My body is craving some good answers." Anna says hotly.

"I have, Anna." I say.

"You can't keep them inside and have them be inappropriate, that's impossible. If you thought about doing it, of course you'd like to do it and think it was appropriate, maybe even hot. So the only one that can actually consider it inappropriate is me, and you have to tell me so I can decide. Give me one example, an easy one." Anna teases.

"I would love for my hands to fondle and tease your breasts and nipples while kissing you for at least five minutes." I say as I can see her already stiff nipples stiffening further.

"I fail to see how fondling me, since we are in a relationship, much less kissing me could be inappropriate, unless you are terrible at it. So judgment is out on that one until you prove you can actually perform." Anna teases, questioning my romantic skills, but before I can object, she continues.

"Since you are such a lightweight, we are going to do that test, right here, right now. Slide your hands under my t-shirt and get your hands on those beauties and make them feel good. I will hug you and kiss you like I want. Setting five minute timer on my phone -- Now!" Anna says as she lifts up her shirt with one hand, like she is going to flash the whole quad, puts my hands on her tits with her other hand one by one, then crushes me in a hug to cover up her exposure. She also squeezes my ass and purrs.

Still, I have her naked boobs in my hands and she is kissing me hotly, tongue probing deeply and passionately into my mouth, in public no less. I don't know what I did for God to bless me so, but I'm gratefully accepting all blessings. I am thinking what a fool I was not to include her ass, then I remember she said all fondling was appropriate. So I pull my hands off of her breasts and push them down past the waistband of her running shorts, squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. She actually moans in my mouth, and all too quickly, her phone alarm goes off.

"Extra fucking points for the ass grab! You are going to make a great fucking boyfriend. I have to get going in a minute, but I'm going to give you one more chance to be inappropriate with me. Blurt it out. Don't hold back or I will make you do it, right here, right now." Anna teases.

"Fuck me bareback, both of us naked, my hands on your ass, right here on the Quad." I blurt out the fantasy that I have stroked off to since the day I met her.

"Fuck that's hot! Having you get me to show my boobs off to everybody was hot enough, but going starkers in front of the whole quad? The pervert is strong with you, my son. I need some more clit bait for tonight. Two more inappropriate uses of your hands, please." Anna demands with a hot stare.

"I put Dr. Tim Miner's cock into your tight pussy with my own hand while using the other one to pull your head to blow me." I tease her right back, knowing the way she looks at him, with reverential lust.

"Presumes facts not in evidence. You have no idea whether your cock is too big for my channel, or a baseball bat is not enough. You are correct I don't care what size Dr. Miner's cock is, I just want a shot at having his babies, he is that fucking sharp. So that one doesn't count until and unless you have evidence to support your tight pussy theory." Anna teases hotly.

"Right here, right now." I say as I grab her and push her up against the wall of the building.

"Not here. Further along the wall. I want people to see your hand in my pants. I want them to know I am yours. Oh, FUCK! I can't believe I slipped up and fucking said it out loud!" Anna is upset with herself.

I slide her down the wall to where anyone walking in the building can see us. Then I slide my hand into her shorts, inside her lacy panties.

"This pussy? This pussy so tight I can barely get a finger all the way inside? This pussy is mine!" I say as I kiss her and her hips start bucking. My middle finger feels like her pussy is sewn around it. I'm going to be sniffing that finger all day, and may not wash it for a week in honor of it's service to me today.

"This clit? This clit is so hot I barely brush it with the tip of my thumb and it makes you cum? This clit is mine too. All your body parts are mine. You are mine. No matter how inappropriate claiming your pussy in public where everyone can see might be." I kiss her hard as her hips thrash against me and her body goes slack. I hold her body up against the wall by the pussy as I continue to play with her soaking wet cunt, just happy to have made it safe to third base.

"Objection overruled. So tell me the second one, the inappropriate use of your hands that I can 'Jill off' to when we are not able to fondle each other." Anna looks at me, her eyes shining in adoration and love.

"Simple. It is holding your head down with both hands." I tease.

"Let me guess, sucking the full length of your cock." Anna guesses.

"No, this happens long after that. It is my hands holding your head down onto Johanna Allende's clit, as the two of you soixante neuf while your hands guide my cock into her tight pussy." I taunt Anna.

"Assumes facts not in evidence. You have absolutely no idea whether she is as tight as I am, or if she needs the proverbial baseball bat. Besides, also, even -- JoJo is as lez as the day is long. Once my head was between her legs that's all she would let happen until she turned me lez too." Anna objects.

"What you don't know is that six foot tall Amazon with the ruby red hair, including her bush by the way, was my housemate while I was undergrad. We used to Jack and Jill each other off while watching porn together. I know her pussy is exactly as tight as yours, and that she is as Bisexual as the day is long." I argue.

"As for her turning you lez, I'm betting that with the two of you resurrecting my cock, so that my cock completely satisfies both of your tight pussies, you are going to find out you are as Bi as she is. She promised me if I brought her an offering of sushi, that I could ravish her an entire weekend." I inform Anna.

"Benihana and Japanese Kitchen both deliver. You could have her this weekend." Anna teases.

"Not that kind of sushi, and you know it. Fresh hot pussy fish. She knew I would only bring someone who really mattered to me, in case the three of us hit it off. She and I are still close friends." I object, since I know Jo-jo better that almost all her friends put together, and most of her lovers, even the women.

"Could you do what you did before and whisper that it is Jo-Jo touching me?" Anna pleads, noting with a glance I still have my hand in her pussy.

I bend my head to her ear and whisper "This is Jo-Jo. He said I could touch you. He said you were his and he could do whatever he wanted to do with you. So he gave you to me for tonight. A beautiful plate of fresh hot sushi. I'm just going to stir up a froth of hot bearded clam sauce, so when my tongue gets to your pussy, I'll have an excuse to eat you all night."

Anna's pelvis thrashes against me, with her crying out into my mouth as I kiss her hard. Again her body goes slack. I hold her body up against the wall as I continue to play with her soaking wet pussy. Anna's phone alarm goes off, and she stirs, picking up her phone.

Shrieking "I'm late for the lab!" she runs off.

That night she calls, asking me out for dinner and a movie, her treat. Things must be getting serious for her if she wants more than a quick fondle in the morning. I'm happy to make them as serious as she wants to make them, up to and including a lifetime commitment. My Dad told me never to let a good one go, you will regret it forever. She tells me to pick her up at the bio lab.

When I arrive, she is there in her lab coat, with her high heels, hose, lace dress with the plunging neckline, and her sexy lab coat. She hangs the coat on the rack by the door and all the sexiness of the coat disappears, so I finally (duh!) figure out it isn't the lab coat. Then I made the mistake of looking into her cleavage. The fleshy abyss swallows me whole until Anna starts shaking me.

"You've already got a license to fondle them anytime and anywhere, yet your mind goes blank when you look at them. What is it with men and boobs?" Anna laughs.

"Hardwired glitch I'm afraid. I get lost in your perfection. You are so beautiful it takes my breath away. I am so grateful you have given me complete access to your body. I want to parlay that into access to your heart so I can keep you forever." I gush.

"You are such a fucking fantastic boyfriend and someday soon you are going to be a fucking fantastic fiancee. There are just a couple of inappropriate things my hands want to do to your body first. One of them is a Jill off fantasy I've had for almost a decade, but I could never see his face -- or hers -- until now. The other is something I have never admitted I wanted to do to anyone, but again, your face pops up whenever I Jill off to it." Anna admits as we get near the center of the quad.

I remember I used to come out to this spot in the middle of the quad, early in the morning when it was still cool, and make all the people disappear. There are rolling hills sculpted into the park here, easily three or four feet taller than the valleys between them. Anna turns and moves my hands to her ass under the dress. We are just two college kids kissing in the moonlight as far as anyone else can tell.

Anna pulls away and says "I will tell you the second one first. I pull your cock out of my pussy, one hand on your balls, one hand stroking your cock. While my mouth closes over the tip, you are spurting into my mouth and I am drinking all your cum. I never want to stop. I want you to cum in my mouth every single day we are together, and I want you to tell me something inappropriate you want to do with me every morning, while I tell you something inappropriate I want to do with you every night. Please let me be yours forever."

Anna pulls the dress over her head and lays it on the grass.

"Are you crazy, right here in the quad? They will arrest us!" I try to convince Anna of the insanity of it all.

"No, Master. You want to fuck me bareback right here in the quad, your hands on my ass. You told me so. You need to get naked, right now, for that to happen. I stand waiting to see your cock in the moonlight, or until they come to arrest me, whichever comes first." Anna goes all iron-willed submissive on me. Better not tell her any fantasies I'm not willing to come true. That observation (a little too late already) would later come back to bite me in the ass -- hard.

I take my clothes off as fast as I can. I can see clearly in the moonlight, as can Anna. She strides over to me, grabbing me by the cock, as her hips do little hula hoop like circles. This causes her stiff nipples to rub on my chest.

"May I suck Master's cock? Just long enough to make sure he is fully hard to enter his over heated, over engorged, over tight pussy?" Anna begs with a smile a mile wide.

"Of course. Whenever you think Master needs it." I offer graciously.

Anna lays me down on her dress, kneeling by my head, then reaches forward to grab my stiff cock and rub her stiff nipples on my belly. I want to pick up her ass and drop her furry mound on my face. Anna has other plans, for a slow, sensual blowjob. It feels like heaven in her mouth, love made flesh, made manifest in the world. I start swatting her rump playfully, then suddenly I am playing the bongos on her butt as I get into it.

"Harder, please! You cannot hurt me Master, no matter how hard a blow you strike. My ass is made of unobtanium armor. Punish your slut for misbehaving. Punish your slut for failing to please you. Punish your slut because it is a day ending in 'Y'. Punish me because I have not offered up my cunt to you. Punish me because I have not yet given my virgin ass to you. Punish me because your slut comes on her own fingers whenever you tell her you want to use her to please others, to share her with others. But do not ever stop punishing me because you think I cannot take it. I can take anything for you." Anna gushes as her hands continue to stroke my cock.

Spinning around, guiding my cock to her entrance, Anna says "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your cock. I don't deserve your love. I will try to be worthy. I will try to give you anything and everything. Just never stop fucking me. You own this cunt. Use her."

Anna slams herself down onto my length in a single stroke and shrieks in pure orgasmic rapture. She is in climax before my cock even hits bottom inside her. I am holding her fabulous ass, pushing up into her. My strokes aren't very long, as her tight pussy is like silly putty, it won't let go of even the smallest portion of the surface of my cock. There is a gush of wetness as she shudders, and it is easier to move, then Anna is back doing the slam dance on my cock. Almost all the way out, then slamming down as hard as she can. I'm not going to last very long this way.
I'm not proud of what I did. I grabbed her nipples hard, and refused to let her move, while her hips wriggle on my cock. I start using her nipples to guide her rhythm, to something I can handle for more than a few seconds. Now her hot mouth comes for me, insistent, hungry, playful. I move my hands back to her hips and guide her pace.

We kiss as we fuck. Anna has always been a great kisser, but her fuck kisses are truly special. It is like she inhales and exhales the fuck, while using her tongue and lips to express how much she craves it. I am so lost in the rhythm and her kisses that I do not feel my own orgasm coming until I am too close to stop it.

"Cunt, Suck my cock until I stop spurting!" I cry out.

Anna basically leapfrogs backwards, so her mouth and hands end up where her pussy was less than a second ago. Her mouth swoops down the length of my shaft, as she senses immediate oral first aid is required. One hand tests my balls, all drawn up and tight, orgasm is imminent. The other tests my shaft, hard and ready to pump. She quickly moves around, rotating, so she can give me what I want -- her drooling spasming box lunch for a midnight snack. My hands come down in long arc at high velocity, and her ass shakes like jelly with every impact.

Anna is going wild as my cock starts spurting into her mouth, her cunt starts spraying me right in the face with girl goo, and we are coming simultaneously in what is the greatest orgasm each of us have ever experienced up to that point. We are shuddering and shaking together, as both our bodies continue to expel fluids. Both our orgasms have aftershocks that go on for several minutes. There are people clapping on one of the nearby hills, we had an audience! Anna climaxes again, one of her fantasies (fucking in public with an audience cheering her on) coming true, just overwhelms her.

We became permanent staff, lab partners in Dr. Miner's lab, working on cyanobacteria. They have attracted considerable interest as pioneer organisms that produce oxygen and convert CO2 into foods, fuels, and polymers. We had a Navy grant for air recycling and a DOE grant for fossil fuel replacement with carbon neutral fuels. While the cyanobacteria were interesting and led to many papers, it was the gene splicing and viral insertion techniques that would make our work essential later on.

The government changed. We got married in a civil ceremony, and Dr. Miner's wife died right before that. Tim was inconsolable, and Anna was terrified he would commit suicide if we left him alone. We booked our honeymoon vacation in Hawaii, and took him with us because he couldn't concentrate on work. It was Christmas break anyway.

That first night, after we arrive in Los Angeles, he is very surprised when we enter our hotel room, with two king beds. I tell him it is all that was available, which is true. That story holds up like tissue paper when Anna comes out of the bathroom in her wedding night lingerie and sits on his lap.

"Tim, the only reason Matt and I are together is you. You brought us together. You saw that even while romantically involved with each other, we had a professional respect and personal chemistry that allowed us to work well together in the lab. It is so unfair for us to share such great joy while you are so sad." Anna says as she gently rubs his chest.

"I belong to Matt, utterly and completely. I can deny him nothing. He has decreed he will share his cunt, his slut, with you. I am ecstatically happy about that. I fell in love with you before I fell in love with him, and never stopped loving you. Let me show you what that love means." Anna says passionately.

Anna guides his hands to take off her lingerie, as she takes off his shirt. He finally removes her bra, burying his head in her bosom, sobbing tears of mixed grief and joy. My pretty wife sitting almost naked on the lap of an older, white haired, slightly balding man in a permanent salt and pepper hair sweater is etched into my memory forever.

Anna asks him to take off his sweater, he is of German ancestry and as hairy as a half-ape would be. We all have a good laugh. Anna uses the light hearted moment to stand before him, in only her lacy bridal panties, hooking his thumbs in her waistband.

"Are you sure? These rightfully belong to Matt." He protests.

"Tonight and every night after this, if you want to pull my panties down and have your way with me, you have Matt's permission, and you have mine. But either way, take the panties or don't take the panties, I'm going to get laid tonight!" Anna teases.

"Take the panties." I urge as the grief flees from his face, replaced by a look of childlike wonder.

Tim pulls Anna's panties down and dives right in to licking her pussy like a dying man with his last meal at the two minute warning to his execution. I slip behind Anna, nestling my cock in the crevice of her ass. I pinch and pull on her tits as I bend her head back to kiss me.

I whisper in her ear "I told you before we ever fucked I would put his cock into you with my own hand."

Anna's resulting climax leaves her shaken, so I hold her woozy weak in the knees body up as Tim gets up to remove the rest of his clothes. He may not have a huge cock, but it is at least twice as thick as mine and he isn't even fully hard yet. Anna comes back to full consciousness, getting on the bed on all fours. Her hand goes to her own clit, knowing she is going to need to be fully lubed without even knowing why.

I so want to claim her ass tonight, but with Tim taking her doggy, the likelihood of that actually happening is getting smaller and smaller. But staring at Anna's fantastic tight ass and even tighter pussy has done wonder's for Tim's dick. No woman ever called him 'Tiny Tim', because while he is my same length he is very thick, maybe easily twice as thick. Anna is going to get a real thrill.

Reaching for his cock I tell him "Tim, I'm going to help you get into Anna. I'm not into guy-guy stuff, but just the fantasy of having me put your cock into her with my own hand has given her countless orgasms. I'm doing this for her, not for you or me."

"Please, go ahead. You can always touch my cock if you are doing it to put it in your gorgeous hot wife." Tim says gallantly.

So with the negotiations out of the way, I grasp his rock hard cock. Damn thing is as solid as a billy club, so much for the myth of older guys having weak erections. I stroke it up and down Anna's slit as she moans. I then line his bulbous tip up with her tiny cunthole. I push on his ass to move him forward, and once the tip has pushed inside, I start diddling her clit.

"Oh fuck that's big." Anna cries out.

Tim laughs, saying "I don't think I've ever hear you curse before."

"I only curse when someone is shoving a baseball bat up my cunt and telling me it is his cock." Anna objects playfully.

"I saw it with my own eyes and I put it in your sweet little pussy with my own hand. It's Tim's own real fat fucking cock." I vouch for him as we chuckle together.

"Now that my boner-fides have been established, fill her mouth with your cock. She needs to thank you for letting me fuck her. There is no way I can ever thank you enough, so just forever consider me in your debt. Put your cock in her throat as deep as you can. Once you gets used to the rhythm, pull back out and let her get some air. She's going to need it." Tim claims he can fuck Anna senseless.

His firm grip allows him to do just that. Anna is dripping lube like a juice machine gone haywire, as he pistons faster and faster in and out of her tight cunt. Anna is about to tilt over, I lean over her back so that I can take over clit diddling duties. She can now get back to a four point stance to take the pounding from Tim's thick cock. Tim drops down a gear, to pound her pussy even harder and faster.

Tim fucks her harder and faster than guys half my age could, and I'm half his age; he must be almost seventy. Anna is making a 'whoo-whoo-whoo' sound as her ass is getting pounded by his thrusts. I start swatting her ass cheeks with my other hand, forcing Anna into a long chains of orgasms. I've only seen her come this hard this long with her Magic Wand and a big vibrator stuffed up her snatch. I spank her harder, she isn't cumming enough.

Her attention to my cock is faltering, so I shove my full length back in her mouth. She is now fully taken at both ends, being spanked and diddled. He body does the only thing it can, it explodes in a giant writhing climax. It shakes her like a rag doll as Tim is grunting his cum into her cunt. I pull back out so she can breathe, but all her body can do is shudder and writhe, thrust and hump, moan and twitch.

After about an hour of post coital conversation and a couple of mixed drinks, Tim leaves us for the other bed. We get into our bed, and Anna uses one hand to pull me down to whisper in my ear, as her other hand strokes my cock.

"I'm not on the pill. Haven't been for a while. So your job, knowing this is my most fertile time of the month, is to get the foreign invasive sperm out of my body, and get your sperm in. Maybe Tim's sperm is too old to do anything, I don't know. What I do know is I want your baby, not his." Anna confides in a husky whisper.

"So fuck me unconscious, wake me up to fuck me, make me suck you hard until even I can't get you up. I know you brought the lube, so fuck my ass if you need that to get yourself fully hard, ready to cum, but make sure you pull out, and clean off before you dump your sperm in my cunt. Take the enema bag and rinse me out. Take your tongue and lick me out, I don't care what it takes. Just get it done, get me pregnant. I want to be the mother of your children, not his." Anna says in a soft whisper, as her face changes and it is clear she has changed her mind.

"I'm going to go douche out my cunt and my ass. You better have a hard cock waiting for me when I get back or I swear I will beat you with your own belt." Anna says hotly as she stomps off to the bathroom and closes the door.

I am on the bed, using the tube of lube from my shaving kit. I can't find the AstroGlide anywhere, maybe Anna knows where it is. I know she planned to give me her virgin ass tonight, so she undoubtedly has it squirreled away somewhere.

All of my fantasies revolve around our threesome with Jo-jo, as yet unrealized. The lure is in the water and Jo-jo can smell the fresh sushi, she was one of the witnesses for our marriage license. But as always with her, it is on her terms, on her timing, at the right alignment of the stars (she is very into astrology). I've tasted her pussy before of course, just like she's already tasted my cum.

We were Jack-off and Jill-off buddies before it was cool. I used to love seeing her naked, big tits for a big girl, big meaty pussy with lots of roast beef between her inner lips. She used to stroke me to climax, then rub her hands on my cock and cum, only to slowly lick them off. What a fucking tease! I am stroking off to that memory when the bathroom door pops open.

My wife is back in her lingerie, eager to give me the wedding night we both had hoped for, as she mounts the bed and pulls down her panties to mount my cock. I find the clasp and remove her bra. We go at it hot and heavy. It is always doggy style, with her head on the pillow, so the sperm runs downhill to her uterus, the 'most efficient' pose to get pregnant according to Anna. At least two of the seven times I climax in her pussy I have just been in her ass, cleaned off my cock, and returned to her pussy to fill her with my cum. The last climax is painful because my balls have nothing left to give.

When I wake up the next morning, neither Anna nor Tim are in the room. A note says "Meet us in the hotel breakfast area."

When I get there, Anna has already finished, and Tim looks chipper as I get my coffee. Anna leaves me with a sweet kiss to go pack, so it is just Tim and I.

"We need to talk." I say quietly.

"Indeed we do. As my cuckold, your place in your own marriage has changed. You are now second fiddle, second string. There is really nothing either one of us can do about that, even if we want to do so. What is done is done. The bigger cock owns her pussy, until she gets an even bigger one. So we will train you in your new duties." he says as if he is in his own lecture hall, yet spewing insane bullshit.

"It begins with you accepting the only role you have is to increase her pleasure, licking her out while I fuck her. I will fuck her whenever I want. You will learn to clean up after that, first her, then me. I've done this hundreds of times over the years. You will never own her pussy again. It will always be someone else. The bigger cock always wins, it is the way of the world." Tim explains how he thinks things will go, as he smiles at me.

"NO. You will never touch her pussy again. I will never be your cuckold. She and I will have our children together, not yours. You will just be a dirty old man who was once our friend." I say as I stand up to leave.

"Matt, I had your wife before you did on you goddamn wedding night! You chose to put my cock into her cunt with your own hand! You are my cuckold by those facts alone. I have the bigger cock. And no matter how many times you fucked her last night trying to reclaim her, she never once cried out like she did on my cock. Now you better go walk this off, before you say something, or do something you will regret." Tim says pointedly, but I don't move away, so he continues.

"It isn't her fault. It isn't your fault. It is just nature's way of programming the genitals. Bigger men meant better survival. Bigger orgasms weld people together more strongly. Natural selection enforces that, survival of the fittest. My cock will always own her pussy until and unless it is replaced by a better one. Perhaps a young black man she dances with at a party." Tim tries to implant a seed of fear and doubt, and he succeeds.

"But you will never own her again. Every moment of your life will be filled with doubt about who she is with and what she is doing. Always asking yourself, Does he have a bigger cock? Is he a better lover? That's not going to stop until you accept you are a cuckold. She has the God given right to take as many lovers as she wants that are better than you are. You are my cuckold now, and her cuckold forever." Tim spun me up and I had to walk away, my hands clenched in rage. The intensity of my emotion burned his words into me forever.

It took me about a half hour to walk off my snit. Then I realized I am hungry and just make it back before they quit serving breakfast. The things Tim said rattle around in my head as I try to debate them, and fail miserably. I still have plenty of time before our flight needs us to be at the airport, so I go back to our room to see if Anna wants to spend some time lounging by the pool.

I can hear them in the hall. I can hear her keening cries of orgasmic satiation, and I know the bastard is fucking her again! I am ready to go in there and do one of those neck snaps you see in movies. The 'bleep-bleep' of the keycard in the door removes my element of surprise. The fantasy execution of my friend and mentor evaporates like a puff of smoke. My anger at him is still fully erect.

"Matt, my good man! Anna needs you under her, licking her pussy while I fuck her. Anna told me she wants to suck you while you do that." Tim says as if his lecture downstairs was fully agreed to by me.

"Yes, please, please PLEASE, Master! Let me suck your cock while you lick me!" Anna says, still role playing our happy threesome fantasy.

Of course this was Tim's plan all along, Spin me up so he could be alone with her, get her in bed, fill her head with his lies, fill her pussy with his cock. Then make it all seem like we both agreed to it. I remember he said my only role is to increase her pleasure. At least this time he would let her suck my cock along the way. I fold, beaten.

I move onto the bed, kissing my wife, almost kissing her goodbye forever in intensity. She lifts her arm and I slide underneath her. Her mouth swoops down on my cock as I groan, then tilt my head to lick her clit, trying to ignore his fat fucking cock is still in it.

Tim has obviously already cum in her at least once. The cum dribbles out of her cunt, down the shaft of his thick fucking cock, onto his hairy balls, and then those same balls travel from my forehead to my nose. With every stroke, he smears the mix of their cum on my face, painting my face with his jism covered balls. My entire field of view is nothing more than his big cock stretching her formerly tight cunt, and his balls dripping their cum on my face. I am humiliated.

Then he pulls all the way out, releasing a torrent of cum into my face. My choice is to open my mouth and tilt my head back, or take it up my nose. The bastard is chuckling, he has done this before. I have a split second to make the decision, and I open my mouth.

As disgusted as I am, the combination of Anna's sweet cunt juice and his hairy ball juice isn't half bad, certainly nowhere near as noxious as I expected. He pauses just a little longer than he should, to put the fear of his shoving his cock in my mouth in my mind. But he plunges back into my wife's dripping snatch to a happy "OOOH!" from Anna.

Anna is coming hard all the time now, as he rotates his hips on each stroke to rub her g-spot with the tip of his cock. I am happily sucking, licking, and humming on her clit. My cock is in her mouth, but her attention is clearly elsewhere. Tim is changing up the rhythm, plus the depth of his strokes. It is a master class on how to fuck my wife, right in my face. Another humiliation.

This has been a long fuck for the two of them, and he starts picking up the pace. I start licking faster, and sometimes with the bouncing, there is inadvertent licking of his cock. His balls are tight, and the slap-slap of him pounding into Anna's ass with every stroke tells me it won't be long before he cums in my wife again.

Anna starts bucking her hips in a writhing, squirting climax full of orgiastic shrieks. His balls are pumping into my wife, and I know what comes next. He holds his cock inside her, making me wait for it.

His cock pulls out and my mouth seals Anna's cunt as it drains into my mouth. I drink his ball juice secondhand, as I wonder how long it will be before he makes me drink it straight from the tap. My tongue works it's magic on her pussy, as Anna writhes in climax, from the sensation of my tongue fucking her cunt, or from the idea of cleaning out another man's cum, or both. My own cock is spurting into Anna's mouth, as she writhe's in another climax. I pull off of her to breathe. I feel like I am having a panic attack.

Then Tim shoves his cock in my mouth. I lick, sucking his cock to clean him and then to get his balls clean. I never fought or struggled, I guess I knew he would do this and just subconsciously accepted it. I can now add 'cocksucker and ballsucker' to my resume.

Tim pulls back, off of the bed, saying "We really should take a quick shower and head to the airport." We have late checkout, so we are still OK.

Our flight isn't until three, which means we have to be checked in before two. Thank goodness our hotel isn't far from the airport. The three of us are polite but distant. If Anna wasn't so physically conversational, giving us both hugs and snuggling on the Lyft ride, you might have though we were strangers instead of lovers who just had each other's genitals in our mouths.

I want to scream inside the entire time. My new title is not Permanent Lab Assistant, but Cocksucking Cumdrinking Cuckold. I can't even hate Tim the way I want to, it is self loathing that has me in it's grip. My choices led me here.

Why did I propose a threesome with him, putting his cock into her cunt with my own hand, as one of the very first inappropriate (actually the third) uses of my hands? Was it just a quid-pro-quo offering to trade for my long term intimate crush on Jo-jo? It feels so very inappropriate right now. Then how did the idea of bringing him on our honeymoon to cheer him up get started? Was that my idea or Anna's? I'm so mixed up I can't even remember. I do know Anna cracked a joke about our trip being perfect for a long threesome before we got to the airport. I did not laugh at that joke.
I see men at the airport, some with obviously large penis packages in their pants. Would Anna crave them too? How many men's cock's do I have to suck in our brave new world? Are some of them too large for me to even handle, yet so large that Anna cannot say no to them? What about when we get to Hawaii, where everyone wears speedos and the tiniest bikinis? Will she find a cock to replace Tim, or am I stuck with him? Or worse, am I stuck with all of them?

I decide I need a new research project. I decide to start learning everything I can about Stag/Vixen cuckolding. It is where the cuckold does not just watch and get humiliated, but also participates. Sometimes Stags have relationships with other women too. I may now be bisexual like Jo-jo, but my preference is still for women. I don't think that is going to change.

I stop to consider Jo-jo's preference is probably for women too. Am I her Tim, the thing she puts up with to be with Anna? Because I no longer have any doubt Tim was right about his cock owning my wife's cunt until a bigger better cock comes along. I saw it up close.

It is a long flight from LA to Maui, even the non-stop flight we are on is over five and a half hours long. A blanket and a snuggle then Anna is out like a light right after takeoff. I continue my research on my laptop, turning to erotic writing websites to satiate my curiosity.

Some of the stories make me hard as a rock, some are just abuse in disguise. Tim is somewhere else on the plane, his airplane ticket and hotel room rental only got purchased at the last minute. I don't have to see him to see his cock, all I have to do is close my eyes. It is seared into my mind, fucking my wife up close, right in my face.

I wake Anna for the in-flight dinner. We have drinks together. Everything seems normal. Anna wants to talk.

"Are you sorry we brought Tim? Things seem to have gotten a lot wilder than I'd imagined." Anna says softly, clearly wanting to keep this a private conversation.

"Your imagination is pretty wild. How was it different from what you expected?" I probe in my thirst for knowledge, wary of landmines.

"To be blunt, I didn't expect you to offer me to Tim before taking me first, especially on our wedding night! Then this morning, I didn't expect you to run off and leave me to try to say no to his delicious thick fucking cock. Which for the record, I may not ever be able to do. I didn't think the threesome would be permanent, much less that you would get off on drinking another man's cum from my pussy. Then to top it all off, you suck his cum covered cock like it is the most natural thing in the world, no objections at all. Are you bi?" Anna asks me pointedly.

"Based upon my actions today, I have to agree with you. I've spent most of today questioning my own sexuality. But as Dr, Miner points out, no crying over spilt cum, just get in there and lick it up, cuckold boy." I say bitterly.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby. So good to know this is as new to you as it is to me. Tim said all these things this morning, about how his cock owns my pussy until a better one comes along. About how you were my cuckold until the end of time. I have the power to humiliate you and grind you down, or to accept this is who we are and do it lovingly." Anna says as she caresses my face.

"I choose to do it lovingly. We can't avoid him on this trip, and frankly, I don't want to do so. We fell through a trapdoor into this cuckold universe, and I want to see who we are here. Tim has his ideas about how this will go, he has been right in many ways so far." Anna observes as she softly kisses me for a minute or so.

"So we just spend a week with him fucking you whenever he wants? A week where he determines my access to my own newlywed wife on my own fucking honeymoon? I don't think so, Tim!" I get a little heated, so Anna has to shush me, as some other passengers turn around to look at our commotion.

"Nor can we just cut him out of our lives at this point either. I don't want to do so, and if you are honest with yourself and with me, you don't want to do so either." Anna lays out the truth, all naked and wanton, thrusting its hips up at me upon the tray table. The fact my wife thinks I already crave his cock makes me feel sick inside, like I want to throw up.

"There has to be a middle ground. There has to be some way to keep this from spinning out of control. But as long as Tim drives the bus, we will always be crashing through the guardrails. I don't want this to be the death of our marriage, to be replaced by some Dick-Tator. That's what Tim told me is going down. I have so much anger at him right now. He would say it is anger at him revealing who I really am. There is just so much that he has said to me that you don't even know about." I confide in Anna, then try to explain myself.

I repeat the breakfast conversation with Tim as best I can, so much of it is burned into my memory. How he manipulated us to get her back into bed with him this morning, how he manipulated me into drinking his cum from her pussy, and cleaning their cum from his cock with my mouth. I tell her about my questions, and she tries to answer them as best as she can.

"Will I crave other big cocks too? If the answer is that they do what Tim's cock does to my pussy or even more, unfortunately the answer to that question is yes. How many men's cock's will you have to suck in our brave new world? That is entirely up to you. I doubt you can say no to Tim at this point. The real question is, since he has you over a barrel, will he take your ass too?" Anna looks at me as I blush in shame with a prospect I hadn't even considered.

"Are some of them too large for you to handle? Don't know until we try, I guess. You can practice with different size dildos, I did that before I sucked my first cock. What if you can't take them but I can? Then I guess you get to watch. Can they be so large that I cannot say no to them? I guess at some point the pain is more than the pleasure. I don't want my tight little coochie all stretched out." Anna wrinkles her nose before she continues.

"What about when we get to Hawaii, where everyone wears speedos and the tiniest bikinis? Well since we have an open marriage, Stag/Vixen if I understand right, we can look at the cocks, look at the tits and ass, and share if we think we might be interested. Doesn't mean it is going to happen. But we need to know what turns each other on, and how to use that to increase our own intimacy." Anna proposes.

"Will I find a cock to replace Tim, or are we stuck with him? If you want me to find a better cock than his, I will. But right now he is the Devil we know, and that provides us a lot of safety. For right now, I think a rule we don't play separately keeps us in the safe zone too. But that safe zone has Tim inside it, and we are both going to have to adjust to that, learn how to deal." Anna says firmly.

"Agreed. No more fucking Tim when I'm not there. We don't play separately. We need to find a balance between him telling us what to do and our own desires. That has to come from you, babe. Be aware of his manipulations, he has played us like marionettes so far. He gets to fuck you all week long as a result, which I'm sure he considers a win. Just make sure I get as good or better, so it remains win/win." I propose.

"Deal." Anna says as she kisses me, like the passionate newlyweds we were before last night, and seem to be again.

We catch up to Tim at the baggage claim, calling for a Lyft from Kahului airport to the beachfront hotel outside Lahaina. It's a half hour trip, Kahului is on the North shore of the island, and Lahaina is on the West, plus you have to go down the valley in the middle of the island between the two volcanic cones, then come back up to Lahaina.

We aren't even out of the airport before Tim is dragging his hand up her thigh, pulling her light yellow summer dress up very slowly. I catch on, and do the same on her left thigh. He hooks his thumb under the band of her panties, as I do the same. We both pull them down to her knees, leaving them there It is sexier that way, her holding her knees spread wide, her panties showing her pussy has been captured by the opposing forces, like a white flag of surrender.

I start fingering her pussy proper, three fingers easily fit now, it used to be two. Tim fingers her clit. I kiss her deeply, passionately. Then we switch, Tim kissing her while I diddle her clit. He strokes two thick fingers in and out of her squelching pussy. Anna is watching the driver's face in the rearview mirror which should now be called a pussy view mirror. He manages to avoid killing us or running any red lights. I don't know how, because his eyes never left what our fingers are doing to her pussy.

We get to switch several times before we make it to the drop off at the hotel lobby. Anna is a pussy puddle. We pull her panties back up just as we pull in front of the lobby doors.

The driver says as he hands Anna her bag "Normally Miss, I have to wish my female clients will have a good time. With you, I KNOW you will have a good time!"

"You are so sweet! Thank You!" Anna says as she kisses him gently on the cheek.

"As for you two", he says as he looks at Tim and I as he hands us our bags from the trunk, "I just pray to God you survive!", he says with a chuckle. Tim gives him a big tip.

Check in is effortless, just picking up our keycards and directions to our rooms on the seventh floor. Tim's is several doors down, we go back down to ask if there is any way we can have adjoining rooms. The one next to Tim's is open, so we exchange our keycards and off we go.

Both rooms have balconies (called lanai's), so the view of the beach and ocean is stupendous. I pick Anna up, twirling her around. Tim knocks on the door between the rooms, I open ours and we lock them both open, making our two rooms into one. That is a symbolic gesture not lost on me, as we take turns kissing my wife.

"Just to be clear, Tim. Matt and I don't play alone. We play together or we don't play at all, and I will look for a nice thick cock to replace you. Clear?" Anna states firmly.

"Clear. I understand and will respect your wishes." Tim says firmly, although I don't believe him for a second. His whole shtick is that he is the dominant one, not an equal partner in the threesome.

Anna demands we go down to the beach, so we all change together. Getting naked at the same time seems natural now, and there is no queasiness as I briefly glance at Tim's flaccid cock. Will he make me suck it tonight? Even that thought no longer makes me queasy.

Anna's best bikini is old and dated, threadbare. She goes to the bar in the pool area to get our drinks, drops her keycard, and bends over to pick it up. Her bikini top explodes, the old fabric and clasp giving up the ghost. The bikini slips to the ground as Anna stands up, keycard in hand, boobs on full display, blushing a deep red that goes from her cheeks all the way to below her breasts.

Applause breaks out from the bar and pool area as everybody looks at my wife's rack. She does not attempt to cover up, but instead takes three bows. She doesn't even try to pick up the dead bikini top, but does bring us our drinks, holding them to the side to keep from obstructing anyone's view.

Anna grabs us both by our cocks through the swimsuits, "Fuck. NOW!" she says as she strides towards the building at a nonchalant pace. One of the hotel managers moves in front of her and interrupts her stride.

"Excuse me ma'am. If you are looking for topless sunbathing, may I suggest Baldwin Beach on the North shore. If you are looking for fully nude sunbathing, I suggest Little Beach on the South shore. Unfortunately, hotel policy does not allow either one on the premises, as it is technically illegal. Just letting you know ma'am." he says, staring at her tits without ever looking at her eyes.

Twirling her hair with one hand, she lifts his chin with the other to look her in the eyes, saying "Gary. My bikini broke. I'm sure you can find it over by the side of the bar where I left it. Keep it as your trophy to sniff and jack off upon. I have no intentions of violating hotel policy. I will go and get something to cover up my magnificent breasts, as my husband right there calls them, or my astounding breasts, as my lover right there calls them. That's what we were doing when you stopped us." she lets him know she has witnesses.

"Since you will not stop looking at them, I assume this unintentional violation of hotel policy can be let go with the stern warning you have already given me, unless you want to come to our room and help me go airtight for the first time tonight. We're in 707. If you want a good feel of the tits you can't take your eyes off of, stop by before midnight. Is there anywhere in town where I can get a replacement bikini? Maybe an almost naked bikini?" Anna teases.

"There is a store in the mall in downtown Lahaina which sells Wicked Weasels and Brazilians, the smallest street legal ones. There have to be ten to twenty stores that sell micro-bikinis down there. It seems to be the most popular clothing choice for women here. I don't know which specific store carries them, but someone at the mall will. I think the mall is open until 9pm." Gary says, rather nervous.

"Thank you Gary. You have been most helpful in informing me of the hotel's policies and the local shopping alternatives. I will write up a glowing review for you. Can we count on you to join us tonight in room 707?" Anna says huskily.

"Hotel policy is that we do not fraternize with guests, but when I'm off duty it is my time to do what I choose, right?" Gary looks up hopefully at Anna.

"I like the way you think Gary! Now I have to stop violating the 'No Topless Sunbathing' rule, and go get myself an eye popping bikini I can strut around in. I thank you again, and I really do look forward to sucking your cock tonight." Anna says as she sashays around him. I notice his hard cock is not very big, not even as big as my own. No doubt that led to Anna's suggested placement in her planned orgy.

There was no way in hell he was going to miss his 'date' with my wife tonight, maybe the only chance in his life to be with a woman that hot and that good looking. I am surprisingly turned on by the thought of sharing her with him, maybe because he poses no threat to me.

Anna puts on her yellow dress, no bra, no panties, So Tim and I just throw on t-shirts and we are off on our shopping trip. Tim and I are right back on Anna, but this time she retaliates, her hands down in our trunks. We retaliate by pulling down her straps, exposing her breasts. We kiss and fondle her, she kisses and fondles us. It is a much shorter trip, but we are all panting by the time we are dropped off at the parking lot in back of the mall, near the movie theater entrance. We ask the ticket seller in the booth where the Wicked Weasel bikini store is that also sells Brazilians, and she points us upstairs to a shop. Tim slips her a ten just for being helpful (and cute). He can be a nice guy when he isn't all about fucking my wife.

The woman in the shop is a petite little thing with curves that just don't belong on a body that small, wearing a Brazilian so small I have become Helen Keller and can read her lips. Instant boner when I think of Anna wearing that suit, prancing around in front of everyone. Anna finds two Wicked Weasels she likes, in white and black, plus two Brazilians, both flesh toned.

Every time the shop girl passes by me, even with my back against the clothes racks to give her the most room possible, she rubs her thick round ass slowly over my crotch. She does the same thing to Tim. It is amazing there are any bikinis left in the store, because we want to buy every single one for Anna. But Anna hasn't yet found everything she wants just yet.

There are whispered conversations between them that neither Tim nor I can hear clearly. Then Anna pulls back the curtain on a dressing room to show her and Koko kissing. They go back to kissing and fondling each other, then Anna closes the curtain.

Giggling ensues, and then the curtain opens to show them fingering each other while they kiss. One hand on each others pussy, one hand on each others tits, they fondle each other for our erotic titillation, while their bikinis hang from a hook behind them.

That goes on until the shop bell rings, as two young college age women with hard, toned bodies come in. They have been here before, they are doing the same rub their asses on our cocks routines as they travel back and forth in the store. Their asses are much firmer, toned, muscled.

It is like every time they see something they like it is on the opposite side of the store, so they have to rub their delicious asses on our hard cocks. They talk excitedly through the curtain with Koko and Anna, then they all four kiss and shake hands.

Anna waves us over, introducing us to Koko, the shop girl, who gives each of us a soft kiss on the lips, with tongue. We pay for our purchases and leave. It is only then I notice the Brazilian Anna is wearing has red dots from a red sharpie where her nipples should be, and a red gash where her gash should be. From ten paces away you cannot tell she is not naked.

She tells us we now have plans. Tomorrow (Tuesday) is a trip to Baldwin beach with Gina and Madge, followed by bar hopping on the North Shore, with John and Koko. Wednesday is dinner with Koko and her boyfriend, John. Thursday is the luau. Friday is a party with Gina and Madge, but again John and Koko will be there too. Saturday is a trip with Gina and Madge to Little Beach.

But first my little exhibitionist needs an audience. So we went back to the hotel, where Anna changes into her black Wicked Weasel. First we go down to the beach and watch the sunset. Then we come back to the hot tub. We order drinks, Anna has to go all the way down around to the other side of the bar to order them.

She spends a couple of minutes chatting up the good looking bartender, then taking the long way around to come back to us. Maximum advertising. Then she has to go back to order, then to pick up, our finger food.

After we finish our food, two tall people, a balding man and a busty red haired woman approach us. His speedo is very tight and he has to be every bit as thick as Tim. Her bikini is the same micro-bikini Anna is wearing, but in red, and she is at least two cups larger with an absolutely stunning ass. She is lean, like a beach volleyball girl. Turns out she is a volleyball coach, here for a tournament.

"Mind if we join y'all? Ron and Jen, from Texas." He says brightly.

"Matt, Anna, and Tim. Welcome neighbors, we're from New Mexico."

"Nice to meet you." Jen says as she bends over to smother each of us one by one with her majestic cleavage. Ron settles for handshakes.

"Are you guys here for business or pleasure?" Anna asks eagerly.

"Why can't it be both?" Jen answers quickly, with a smile.

"We're on our honeymoon, so it is all pleasure." Anna proposes.

Jen spits out her drink in laughter "So you three are married?"

Tim quickly answers "Only in the bedroom." More laughter ensues.

"We are Vixen and Stag ourselves. I don't think Ron could pass up a bride on her honeymoon. You sure as hell don't want to pass up his uncut eight inch wrist thick cock, either." Jen gushes.

"I've never had an uncut cock." Anna says with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Then you are in for a real treat." Jen says as she puts an arm affectionately around Anna.

"How about you? Stag or cuckold?" Ron says, looking directly at me.

Tim answers "He's a Stag. They don't play separately. I do. Seven and a half inches wrist thick as well."

Jen moves over me, putting her hands on the edge of the hot tub to shake her tits right in front of my face. "What about you, hot Hispanic hearthrob?"
"He's seven inches of solid man meat that can fuck you eight times a night if you're willing to give up your ass a couple of times. Plus his pussy licking is just to die for and he doesn't care if there is someone else's cock inside, either. He was trained to lick pussy by a bisexual girlfriend of ours." Anna says way too much as far as I'm concerned, but Jen licks her lips, as I blush.

"So long lasting and cock friendly. Does he eat the slush?" Jen probes.

"Like a champ." Anna says hotly, turned on by the erotic conversation.

"Just like my Ron. Does he cleanup and fluff?" Jen probes deep in my ass.

"Cleanup yes, fluff no, at least not so far. In the right situation he's probably open to it, right baby?" Anna turns everybody's attention on my beet red blushing face.

I am being asked by my wife whether I will suck a soft cock hard so it can fuck her again, something Tim must have told her was next on his list of bisexual degradation's for me. Ron answers before I can.

"There's nothing shameful about it. Jen and I are both fully bi." Ron looks at my cock and winks.

"I've been told I will eventually become fully bi myself. But this is all so new to me, it's only been a few days. Hard to wrap my head around wrapping my lips around a cock that doesn't have her cum on it. Much less taking said cock up my ass." I plaintively plead.

"Well you've taken those big first steps of licking her out to enhance her pleasure while someone else fucks her, licking out the slush when he's done, and putting a cock in your mouth to clean it up. That's damn fine in my book, so I'd be proud if you would take me as a lover." Jen urges huskily.

"He's mine, and I belong to him. But you can borrow either one of us as much as you want, so long as we all play together." Anna answers hotly.

Jen just attacks Anna with her lips and hands, kissing her passionately, grabbing and squeezing Anna's tits hard. They are panting in seconds, then each snakes a hand down to the other's pussy.

"I think it's time we took this upstairs." I observe.

"Just be careful pulling them apart. Jen bites." Ron chuckles.

When we get to the room, bikini's are tossed on the floor as the bedspread is rudely tossed to the floor as well. Nothing is going to stop these two women, laying facing each other's pussies, from getting their tongues into each other's snatches at the earliest possible instant. Jen starts marking Anna's thighs with hickeys. Anna returns the favor. Hickeys are a theme the rest of the night.

Tim, Ron, and I are standing watching, as Ron grabs each of our cocks in one of his hands. Tim and I are instantly hard. So I take one for the team, caressing Ron's balls with one hard, stroking his cock with the other. He never lets go of my hard dick until the women are ready.

"I claim the brunette first." Ron says gleefully, looking at my wife's wet drooling cunt.

"I claim the redhead first." Tim says before I can get a word out.

"Sloppy seconds or DP?" Ron asks, rubbing his thumb over my glans, forcing a sharp inhale of breath on my part.

"I want to help DP the brunette. After all, I did take her virgin ass on our wedding night. That ass is damn special to me." I gush.

Tim is up by the headboard, sliding into Jen very slowly. Ron and I are near the bottom of the bed. Ron slides one leg under Anna's and one over her other one, so he can scissor her legs closed for maximum pussy friction. I am busy lubing up her ass and my cock with the Astroglide, so she has to bend her legs forward just a touch. Jen's head is still between Anna's legs, taking turns licking her pussy and her husband's big cock. He is waiting with just the tip inside Anna, making only small strokes to tease her plus keep himself hard.

I start fingering Anna's bunghole, lubing her up, stretching her out. I get the head of my cock inside her sphincter. Ron and I both very slowly push in, while Tim is already slam dancing on Jen's twat, pounding her ass in his trademark hard, fast thrusts. Anna calls it his 'dick machine gun' technique.

Ron and I are slowly fucking Anna, while his wife feasts on my wife's pussy. Anna is making her 'Whoo-Whoo-Whoo' sound as her cunt is getting pounded by Ron thrusts, as we both pick up the pace.

Then there is a loud knock at the door.

Tim gets up to answer it, putting a towel around his waist, which juts out obscenely due to his rampant raging erection. It is Gary.

"Is the lady of the house available?" He asks meekly.

"Can I say who is calling?" Tim is very polite, even though he knows who he is and why he is here.

"Tell her Gary. She asked for me to cum." He says as he stares at the obvious bulge in front of him.

"Send him in, but he has to get naked." Anna requires.

Tim pulls Gary in the room, closes the door, and drops the towel. Gary closes his eyes and prays. Whether it is for Tim not to push him to his knees, or for Tim to push him to his knees to pull his mouth to Tim's cock, I never asked. But even with his eyes closed, he still obeys Anna and takes off his clothes.

Anna has Gary sit behind her, wanking his cock as his other hand fondles her tits while he moans. She schemes up a plan to meet her goal of being airtight, but needs some co-operation to put it into action.

"Listen up everybody! Gary here is going to lick Jen if there are no objections, while I go airtight by sucking on his cock. That means Jen and Tim need to move towards the wall, and Gary has to lay down with his back to the headboard. Gary, let me suck your lovely little cock." Anna says, without meaning to be cruel.

But with everyone else having bigger thicker cocks at least two to three inches longer, it smashed his dick ego and he went soft. Five inches and thin, Anna wonders how his wife manages. Maybe she doesn't know what she is missing. So Anna has a plan to fix that.

Her blowjob certainly solves his dick ego problem temporarily, and Jen seems pleased enough with his pussy licking. But Anna has given no thought about what will happen once everyone gets their rhythm back. It takes a couple minutes for everyone to get adjusted to the new positions before everyone lets loose.

Jen is screaming obscenities into Anna's muff, as the Slap-slap-slap of Tim rhythmic fucking drives her right out of her mind. Anna is trying to scream around Gary's cock, but the sound is both muffled and corrupted, so it sounds more like "moo-moo-moo" which starts Jen and Ron into a fit of laughter.

I'm still a butt pirate working Anna's dark seam, even though I am laughing too. A round of orgasm shots for everyone is ordered, the women slurp theirs first, then Tim, then Ron, then me. Gary tries to make some excuse so he can leave, but Anna pulls him back to have him fill her cunt while Ron's jism is still inside. Gary didn't last two strokes before he spurts into her cum filled wet pussy.

"Are you a good pussy hunter, Gary? Do you eat what you shoot?" Anna taunts.

Jen pulls his head down to kiss him, then has him join her in thoroughly licking Anna out. Then the big one, she has him help her clean up Ron, licking and sucking him together, until it is just Gary sucking Ron hard, fluffing him for another round. I know what is cumming the next time I clean Tim and I curse Jen in my mind for showing Anna how to do it to me.

Jen and Anna never suck him or fuck Gary the rest of the night. Gary is relegated to pussy licking, tit fondling or sucking, and cock sucking duties. Tim, Ron, and I take turns making either Jen or Anna airtight, while Gary gets to become an expert at face sitting reception. He literally has cum cumming out his ears.

I almost always get the ass end of the deal, while Ron and Tim trade off, so that Ron is always in Anna's pussy, while Tim is always in Jen's. Their fabulous asses belong to me. It is strange to clean the ass taint off my cock to have a guy fluff me, but somehow I skipped the ominous portents of my future shown by Gary's acceptance of his role. I don't think six people on Earth have ever been happier than we were that night. It is fucking fun for us.

Anna tells Gary we have pictures from hidden cameras, including video, so he has to bring his wife Keilani back on Sunday or we will send them all to her. Better for her to have her own pictures and think it was his idea to please her. He can only have one picture for himself, so he has to pick his favorite moment, as a prize for getting her to cum. He says he has Sunday off and it will be no problem.

I can tell the dude is scared shitless, but his cock is hard as a rock. Tim has boosted his license, so we show him we even know where they live. He is no longer scared, probably decided to do it Anna's way, but he is still hard as a rock. We have drinks and say goodbye, yet his cock is still hard. I wonder if he will have that same hardon until Sunday.

Jen and Ron kiss us all goodbye, and it is really strange to give another man a passionate goodbye kiss, but strange is the new normal for me. Anna invites them to join in our now crowded weekly schedule. Ron has business meetings, but Jen thinks spending the week with us is ideal. Great, just what Anna needed, a competitor in the exhibitionist of the week slut queen contest. Jen invites the three of us to Houston for a week. Anna accepts without checking with Tim or me first. We go to bed and Tim goes back to his own room.

Madge and Gina join us for breakfast. Jen gets there right at the same time, also wearing a white Wicked Weasel and a coverup. Jen and Anna are both covered in hickeys, neck, tits, thighs. Which will only get more obvious the next few days.

Madge sees them first and shrieks "Oh My Fucking God, what did the two of you do last night? Did you gang bang an entire squad of Marines?"

Anna and Jen start laughing, which is infectious, so we all join in for a moment.

Jen confesses "Just three exceptional guys and a less than average dude. But we were airtight all night."

Anna adds "Yeah, but little dude got completely cuckolded out by Jen and her husband."

"I recall your husband getting his cock sucked many times and your lover's cock getting sucked many times by the little cuckold fluffer." Jen teases, pointing out she and Ron were not the only sources of Gary's degradation.

"He wasn't half bad for a dude." Tim observes.

"So you have lots of experience getting blown by dudes?" Gina teases.

"Not so much. But compared to Jen or Anna, he was a complete blowjob lightweight." Tim defends himself from the undercover gay charge.

"Obviously." Jen says.

"Obviously." Anna agrees.

Neither Tim nor I got another word in for at least the next half an hour, as the female side of the conversation went into turbo mode, while we waited for the van to Baldwin Beach. We learned Gina and Madge are here for the same volleyball tournament as Jen, semi-pro. They are staying at a hotel in Kaanapali, where the tournament is being held. It makes sense they came to our hotel, it is on the way.

When they get in the van, I have a chance to check them out. They have smaller tits than Anna or Jen, B+ maybe. Madge is bustier than Gina, but not by much. Their asses are gorgeous, firm and thick, all muscle. Gina has proposed to Madge, but Madge hasn't accepted yet. They are both bi, but Gina is more fem/bi while Madge is more guy/bi. Both Jen and Anna agree they are more guy/bi.

Gina is still curious about the airtight orgy last night and how they can arrange another one. Gina says she really loves sucking cock to completion. Madge does too. Gina says she would love to be the fluffer and cum cleaner at an orgy. Madge says don't say that around John and Koko or your wish will cum true.

Anna is curious about John and Koko, asking Madge about information on the whole group of like-minded people they hang around with. So they push hard for details.

"John is a professional musician and a professional surfer with three titles. The way his muscles ripple practically gives me an orgasm when I see him, it damn sure makes my pussy flood with wetness. Koko is a recruiter and sniper for John." Madge confides conspiratorially.

"What does that even mean? Sniper and recruiter?" Anna is puzzled.

"Recruiter and sniper. Get the order straight. A recruiter is a woman who is in love with John's cock, for good reason. It is said many women see God the first time they are on his cock, I know for me it was indeed heaven. Ten inches, wrist thick, and can fuck you all night long and again the next day too. You will never be able to get enough of his cock once you have had it. So the recruiter seduces other women to offer to John. He likes his women bisexual. You have to make another woman cum in front of him, or you don't get any dick." Madge explains, as she winces at the end. There's a story there, but she doesn't tell it.

"At the party, when the wife or girlfriend is being tested, the sniper takes out the husband or boyfriend by giving them everything and anything they want. Once John starts fucking their significant other, technically they can bail, but John prefers them to leave their victims unconscious, fucked to death as it were. Their body is their bullet, and they go round after round after round until you are taken out. Koko is both a recruiter and a sniper. That's why she is John's number one girl." Madge confides.

"What about a situation like Anna's, where she already has a lover and a husband? Do they send two snipers?" Jen is very curious.

"I know for a fact that is what they have setup for Anna. Koko will take out Tim, his best for her best. The other one he keeps hidden, her name is Tamara, almost everyone calls her Tam. She is his heart, and she will take out your heart. So if you see a hot black woman dancing with your husband, all you have to do is eat a hot plate of sushi. Then John will take you to heaven, and your pussy will itch for him forever. You will be one of his minxes, and John may call upon you to recruit someone or to be someone's sniper." Madge answers carefully.

"What happens if you say no?" Anna is curious.

"If you say no to either one, you get blacklisted, and are persona non grata at all of his parties. If you say yes and succeed, you move up in the queue. You are entitled to your choices, but it is John's way or the highway." Gina answers this one.

"What does moving up in the queue mean?" Jen is curious.

"Minxes are day fuckers. If the target stays, they get to share her with John. If the target is stupid enough to leave, the mixes get him all to themselves. But after all the squabbles over who got that privilege, John set up a system where the two top minxes with the most points get picked each night they are sharing John for the next day." Madge frowns for a second as if remembering something.

"If everybody has the same points, then it is next in line. If you aren't available when he calls, your points go away and you have to start over. There is one other way to get points, which he calls 'community service'. Basically that means you are a sniper for the guys in his band, but you can only get one community service point per week. Makes me want to be their groupie." Madge says as she blushes.

Baldwin Beach is fairly busy and very busty. There are tits of all sizes everywhere. Madge and Anna, Jen and Gina run off to play in the surf. Tim and I walk along the beach, as he suggests he have 'the talk' with Gary before Sunday. I suggest after things are done on Sunday, maybe wait to Monday morning. Let us fully stuff his wife before we describe his new life. Tim admits there is some wisdom to that. Our relationship as friends seems to be back on course, now that we are scheming to cuckold someone else.

We watch the girls kissing and fingering each other in the surf, changing partners, making sure everyone gets a public taste of each other's sushi. It's four on two and the girls are wound up, looking to score. We catch another van back to the hotel.

We go back to the pool bar to get some sandwiches and drinks, but the real purpose is for the girls to parade around. They get more attention than they did at Baldwin Beach, because there is a lot less competition of their quality here. After suitably displaying themselves, even with their tops on now, they are hotter than pistols and the stairs are too slow, we have to take the elevators this time.

Jen and Madge take me arm in arm, Gina and Anna with Tim. Tim and crew peel off into his room, Jen and Madge into mine. Gina starts blowing me practically the instant they throw me on the bed, all swimsuits thrown on the floor. Jen rides my tongue like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby, while Madge is so cock crazy her slam dance almost breaks my boner.

I can hear a 'whoo-whoo-whoo' in the other room, but lower in pitch than Anna's. Gina must be getting the cock ride of her life from Tim. While technically violating our 'play together' pledge, I know Anna will tell me everything. I no longer worry about Tim and Anna. I worry about recruiters and snipers, and big big John.

When I cum in Madge, I send her over to Tim. When he cums in Gina, he sends her over to me. Jen has taken residence on my cock shaft. Gina's wet pussy full of Tim's cum tastes different, more tart. I know Tim is fucking Anna now, her 'whoo-whoo-whoo' is as clear as if she is next to me.

It makes my dick so hard, I forget what I'm supposed to be doing for Gina's pussy, and she starts grinding herself over my tongue. I finally wake up and add some g-spot stimulation with my fingers, playing coochie-coochie-cooze until she responds by spraying my face with her girl cum. She is absolutely fucking delicious, the best tasting pussy of my whole life so far.

Anna cums to me, holding the cum inside her, unwilling to waste a drop. As the first drop hits my tongue, I come so hard inside Jen I see stars. Jen makes little squealing happy noises and heads to the other bedroom. Gina is sucking my cock but it is still hard, the flow of Tim's cum into my mouth from Anna's cunt is so fucking erotic to me. I love them both and I love the combination of them.

So Gina hops on my cock and it is off to the races again. Her tight pussy is a joy, and I have to wonder how tight it was before Tim resized it. I get a 'whoo-whoo-whoo' from her, but in all fairness, Anna was licking her clit at the time. I suddenly realize that was true for her ride on Tim's cock too. I gain back a few dick ego points, plus a few self esteem points. Maybe this Stag life isn't so bad after all.

After fucking the afternoon away, we end up hungry. We have tired of the food selection at the hotel, so we decide to shower, dress, and head into Lahaina. With two people per shower, and two showers, it went pretty quick. Tim and I put on T-shirts and trunks, the women wore their barely there bikinis like it was formal wear. We ate, we drank, we danced. Ron joins us and we have a great time. When Koko shows up around 9:30PM, we know John will not be far behind.

Some men make an entrance. Some men have poise. Some men have charisma. Some men are sexy. Some men are handsome. All of those things can be said about John and they are all insufficient. He is a presence, like a disturbance in your body's electrical field. Six foot three of blond sunburned surfer, his body is carved to wire images directly to the erotic impulse center of women's brains. Gina says even her totally lesbian friends feel it.

He is talking with the musicians during their break. He is known by all the bartenders. The women all act like a school of fish, always pointed at where he is in the building. The pilot fish, Koko swims to my side, as my wife takes hers at his side. You can feel the sighs of dozens of women as they know his choice has already been made.

Then John is at our table, paying attention to each of the women. Gina kisses Madge hard, right in front of everybody, and that gets his attention. He is still trying to figure out the social network between Anna and her girlfriends, where the flies in the ointment are for his snipers. Anna kisses Jen hard, as they trade kisses with John. Koko is on me like white on rice, then on to Tim. I love the contact with her lush curves, but it is all to brief, just a tease.
John is a pheromone super spreader. The women respond to his pheromones, then the men respond to the women. Pretty soon it is wet pussies and hard cocks everywhere. Jen and Anna are rubbing themselves all over John, like cats on a big ball of catnip. John snaps his fingers, spins his hand in the air, and everybody stands up, trying to make themselves presentable.

We are off to Kahului, just like that. John has his own van, and the shotgun seat is given to Anna. There are so many of us Koko has to sit on my lap and Jen on Tim's. We hop from bar to bar. Each time it is the same. He knows the schedule, so he hits each bar just in time to talk with the musicians. Then he comes back to flirt with Anna and her girlfriends. Then his pheromone bomb finally detonates, and all the pussies get wet. All the dicks get hard, and before we can act on it we are off to the next bar. It is just a big tease to keep us from nursing a single drink all night, but to get us hammered with eight or nine.

Then at the last bar, she is there. A lushly curved petite black woman in a barely there lace dress. There is no break for the musicians, it is the last set. John wraps himself around her like she is heaven itself. She is a female pheromone super spreader, he is her male counterpart. They dance together at every song. Our women are so turned on they can't see straight. John, once he is in Tamara's arms, doesn't leave them. Lust comes from wanting, and every woman wants to be Tamara in that moment, even Gina. Madge is little more than a puddle of drool and girl lube, since she has been there.

It is like the end of a Rom-Com just before the couple reunites. The women are so needy they are sobbing. John escorts Tamara to our table, introduces us, tells us a van is outside to take us back to our hotels. Then the kissing begins. Tamara kisses everyone, deeply and passionately, saving me for last. You get the innate sense that is how she lives her life. When she gets to me, I fondle her lush petite body like it is my own wife's. She is built on the same basic body plan as Koko: petite with big tits and booty, very hairy pussy, pretty face with big soft lips.

Tam uses those lips to softly whisper in my ear "Do you want to watch my husband take your wife? Nod if you do."

I nod yes.

Tam then softly asks me in another whisper "Do you want to share cleanup duties with me? Nod if you do."

I nod yes.

"When I come to dance with you, be ready. We will be servants, not masters. Nothing that happens will be within our control. If you accept those terms, I will make love to you every bit as intensely as he makes love to her. You can nod yes if you do not dispute any of the terms I have given you." Tam says as she kisses me, undoubtedly to keep me from seeing something John is doing with Anna. I really don't mind, her kisses are that good.

When she releases me, I nod yes.

"Do not discuss any of this with her. If you do, John will give her a taste and then reject her. She will be crushed. All he wants is a passionate fuck from her a couple days per year. She will bring him hot new girlfriends and they will bring me hot new men. He is my Stag. I am his Vixen. I sense you are the same with her. Think of it as a dick tax you must pay. I hope the price of making love to me is not too high for you to bear." Tam says as she finishes with a searing passionate kiss.

When we get in the van, Anna jumps on Ron, Jen jumps on me, and Madge jumps on Tim. Gina is under some dude I don't even know. The driver just grins like he has seen it all before. When we get back to the hotel, an elevator full of very horny people pour out onto our floor. We pour into the two rooms, dragging the two mattresses off the beds to make one big space for fucking. We pile in together and have a true orgy. I have heard them described but never participated in one before. The long and the short of it is we all had sex with everyone (well oral at least) until we passed out.

Wednesday morning is a pile of bodies that smell exactly as if they have been fucking all night. I go to take a shower, get joined by Gina, who blows me hard only to bend over, hands on the wall, to give me her ass. I fuck her slowly as she diddles herself. It isn't a 'whoo-whoo-whoo' climax, but we are both very satisfied. We wash off and return to the mattresses.

Anna is being fucked doggy style, face down, by Tim. I'm very put out our entire 'spend the honeymoon getting her pregnant' by me plan is right out the fucking window. But I still slide underneath her to lick her. Tim pulls out every few strokes to push his big thick cock into my mouth. It doesn't even bother me anymore, it almost seems normal to be sucking the cock of the man fucking my wife.

I do my best to suck him as well as Anna is sucking me, but at least she is horizontal instead of pooling his cum at her cervix. Anna is cumming which triggers Tim. Anna tilts her hips, dumping his cum load right in my mouth. Tim makes me clean him off and fluff him hard, he has another target to fuck. This became our morning ritual the rest of the trip when we were together.

Ron slides in, doing the same thing. I suck, he fucks. I suck, he fucks. Every time I suck he fucks her harder, and then every suck is a little longer. So the inevitable happens. He lets go of Anna's ass to hold my head and cums in my mouth. Spurt after spurt, no sweet Anna girl cum to dilute it. I find it has a very sharp taste.

Then the un-named dude is pushing his thick short cock into my wife, pulling out to fuck my mouth too. It is so thick it is almost a jawbreaker. I somehow manage to suck him, while Anna has another 'whoo-whoo-whoo' orgasm. He keeps fucking her, making me suck him every few strokes.

I am so turned on to be an anonymous cocksucker that I am climaxing in Anna's mouth, who climaxes on his thick hairy cock, so he comes in her hot gushing pussy. He pulls out, dumping the mixed cum all over my face. Then he scrapes his cock over my face to bring the cum back to my mouth to lick and suck it off his dirty cock. It takes a long time to get all the cum this way, and he is hard again. So he starts fucking Anna and making me suck him all over again. When he finishes, I get out from under Anna, dumping his cum on the mattress and leaving his cock dirty with their cum.

Everybody showers again and we go to lunch. We spend time laying on the beach and playing on the surf. Madge is spending all of her time giving tips to Anna about being with John. Then the girls go shopping to get lace dresses, hose, and pumps like Tamara's. Apparently beachwear is not allowed at the restaurant we are going to tonight. Madge is going to get points for recruiting Jen and sniping Ron, plus a community service night tonight with John's band. She and Gina are going to be here for two weeks, so she hopes to get her day with John before she leaves. What she doesn't know is Gina plans to get a night with him before they leave as well.

In the early evening, John, Tamara, and Koko arrive. Tim, Anna, and I get into his van. John is dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. Tamara is wearing a stunning white dress so bright you have to look three times to see she is not wearing a stitch of underwear. Koko is wearing a hot red dress that makes me jealous of Tim tonight. My luscious Anna is in a purple lace dress that is vacuum packed to her body, making it seem like a push up bra and a push up butt supporter. Tim and I are in casual slacks and golf shirts. The restaurant faces a golf course, so it makes sense.

The Plantation House Restaurant is at the NW corner of Maui, with views of the golf course and the ocean. John sits with Anna, Tamara with me, and Koko with Tim. John's left hand is between Anna's legs the moment we sit down. I do the same for Tamara, finding her already wet. I know Tim found the same with Koko because I heard the squish as her pussy eagerly ate his fingers.

So we eat and drink one handed, the women with their left hands as they slowly jack us off with their right hands, napkins on our laps for modesty. The food and drinks are spectacular, the conversation iridescently erotic, full of innuendo and subtext. A kissing game begins, and it quickly escalates into a betting game. I no longer can keep track of winners and losers, I'm getting buzzed. We all must be.

Just like that, John's hand is in the air and we are heading out to the van. One of his groupie's husband is the designated driver, while John and Anna make out in the back seat. Tamara is all over me, rubbing her pussy on my leg, wet smears all over my pants. Koko and Tim are doing the same. I'm really bugged I can't see what Anna is doing with John, until I hear the 'Guk-guk-guk' of Anna sucking his cock. I turn to try and see, but Tamara kisses me hotly.

"This is not your time to watch. This is your time to seduce me. Make me yours. Take me from Him. There will be plenty of watching them together, believe me. But do you want to do that solo, masturbating in a chair, or with your cock taking His woman? Make this fun for me too. I promise you will never have a hotter woman, until you reclaim your wife from him and you realize nothing has been lost, only gained." Tamara proposes hotly.

The trip back to the bar John's band is playing at takes about an hour. During that trip, Tamara and I exchange places several times, since she informs me we can't fuck until we get to their house, only oral. I love her very hairy pussy, with it's thick outer lips, just enough roast beef to play with, and a big thumb sized clit perfect for sucking.

Tamara is of course an expert at deep throat, giving me long, slow, full length sucks as her left hand either strokes my shaft or plays with my balls. She tests my balls to see if I am close to cumming, if so, she makes us switch. I give her no such mercy when I am feasting on her pussy and clit, fingering her g-spot and sucking her big clit until she squirts her girl goo all over my face. During the ride there, Tamara comes three times, begging me to never stop eating her pussy.

I have to help her out of the van, which is true for Anna and Koko too. Tim's face is as glazed as mine, so is John's. We go into the bar, John's reserved table is waiting for us, as is Madge, in a black lace dress. She is here to serve the band.

"Wish me luck!" Madge says as she heads off to the 'Green Room'.

Tamara explains what is going on as she strokes my cock just to keep me hard and kisses me. The 'Green Room' is a little storage nook the band gets to call their own, while it's real purpose is to store food and drink needed for the restaurant. In this case, Madge's drink of choice is cum, as she takes off her dress to spend the rest of the night nude on her knees. She blows every member of the band, including John, round robin, until they are pumped enough to perform. Then she waits, naked on her knees, until the next break, when they can use their groupie as they see fit.

Tamara says "I have never had a man who has ever made me cum that hard from eating my cunt, not even John himself! You should be proud of your skills. I bet your lovemaking skills are every bit as wonderful as your oral skills. To win a woman like Anna, much less keep her, they have to be. John will play only one set tonight, then we will dance one set. Then I will try to fuck you to death until dawn. I hope you will extend me the courtesy of doing the same to me."

Koko chimes in "I hope whatever Anna does to them is infectious, because her men are fabulous pussy lickers!"

Then the band is playing, John on the keyboards, and everybody is up and dancing. Anna goes to dance in front of the stage. The girls excuse themselves to go to the restroom.

When they come back, Tamara extends her hand to me, saying "Dance with me, please?" in a pleading tone.

I know what this means. Tonight is the night that John fucks my wife. My hardon gets stiffer, which I did not think is possible. Yet I do not hesitate. I accept Tamara's outstretched hand and lead her to the dance floor. She rubs her ass and tits on me during the fast numbers. She guides my hands to her pussy, tits, and ass during the slow ones.

Then it is the break and John is schmoozing the crowd, Anna at his side, as he bends her across each table to shake hands and display her cleavage. Plus from the dance floor side, her tight ass and cunt.

Tamara is at the bar getting us fresh drinks, so I head to the restroom, walking by the Green Room. I see Madge on her knees, two cocks in her mouth, two cocks in her outstretched hands, and one guy blowing a load into her hair. Her eyes look happy. I flash forward to the day when that will be Anna, trying to earn Minx points to get back into John's bed for a day.

I go back to the table and Anna is sucking John's cock under the table. I extend my hand to Tamara, as the band starts back up.

"May I please have this dance? Dance with me please?" I ask hopefully.

"Nothing could make me more happy than to be in your arms tonight." Tamara says proudly, with a wink in John and Anna's direction.

We dance as before, then during one dance, Tamara taps John on the shoulder and he hands Anna to me. Her eyes are wide. She is panting, and I can smell her excitement. Probably everybody in the bar can smell her excitement, it is running in rivulets down her legs.

"So are you having a good time? Ready for the biggest cock of your life?" I ask the love of my life be whispering in her ear so no one else can hear.

"I'm glad he didn't ask me to kill you to sleep with him, as turned on as I am right now, I probably would have done it. Instead, he asked me to make love to Tamara's pussy with my mouth before he will put his cock inside me. Do you have any idea how much I want to just grab her and bury my face in her snatch right the fuck now?" She tells me in a very husky whisper.

"Do you have any idea how much I want to bury my face in her snatch right now? If I read them right, we will get the chance to do that together." I whisper back with a chuckle.

"Fuck her. Fuck her mouth, cunt and ass so good she will beg John for us to come back. No holes barred, for either one of us. Swear to me you will do that and swear to me you will reclaim my mouth, pussy, and ass tomorrow, no matter how stretched out they are. Please. Please." Anna whimpers.

"I swear." I promise my young beautiful wife.

"I swear too, that I am yours, no matter what." Anna says as she kisses me passionately.

Tamara slides her arm in between us, as John pulls Anna away. "It's time." Tamara whispers into my ear.

John does his hand spinning in the air signal, says a quick goodbye to the band who is just going on break. "Madge will be airtight before we get out of the building." Tamara whispers to me, then laughs.

The ride to their house is short, compared to the ride from the restaurant, Tamara kisses me passionately all along the way. It is a pretty big place that they live in, a remodeled plantation house, with a pitched roof open design and Jalousie windows. The central room of the house has a raised area with four pillars and a huge bed on it. Each side has a king size bed on the floor. Geckos are hanging everywhere, and there are vines and foliage of all kinds. Especially flowers. Lots and lots of tropical flowers.

John carries Anna from the van to the bed, pulls off her dress, and removes his own clothes. Then he starts kissing her, and fondling her body, while the rest of us stand and watch. Tamara stands in front of me, as Koko stands in front of Tim.

"You will not touch either one of them until tomorrow morning unless and until instructed by John. You will not speak to either one of them unless instructed to by John. Since you have agreed to assist me is cleaning them, you will do as he instructs. He is the God of this house, we are his worshipers. Remove your clothes, we serve our God naked." Tamara and Koko intone together, a ritual I'm sure they have performed many times.

"A question please." I ask gently.

"Question is granted." John responds.

"I have some pads to collect sweat samples from you and Tamara, and two small vials to collect cum samples from both of you. I believe you are both very special, with very strong sexual pheromones. I want to study these fluids, they could help all of humanity to live as the two of you do, in lives full of love. Will you permit this?" I ask gently.

"The purpose of this is to make better lives for people, not money, Correct?" John challenges me.

"Yes, John." I answer honestly.

"Then you may take your samples, as long as they don't otherwise interrupt us. Take your sweat samples now, and our cum samples when we are ready. I presume the first samples are the best. Thanks to your own skills, that ship has sailed for Tamara." John laughs.

I climb up on the dais to take his samples, and go back down to take Tamara's sweat samples. I put the samples into two pre-labeled plastic bags, then swab my fingers into Tamara's pussy several times and dump the pussy lube into the small vial, filling it. I tuck the samples into the pocket of my shorts. Now all I need to do is get a sample of John's cum. I think my wife is going to help with that.

Tamara moves up onto the dais, to a backrest near the head end of the bed, spreading her legs, fingering her pussy, and pinching her nipples.

"I require that all sluts craving my husband's huge cock must make me cum with their mouth and fingers on my cunt before they can be fucked by it. Is there such a slut here tonight?" Tamara challenges firmly.

"Yes. I am that slut. I am my husband's slut, and by his command, I am your slut. I obey my Master and Mistress." Anna says proudly.

"Then you should do a better job than your husband, because he is a damn good pussy kisser. Make me cum, cunt slut." Tamara motions for Anna to move between her legs.

"Yes, Mistress." Anna says happily.

Anna finds Tamara already wet, so she plunges two of her slender fingers in to find her G-spot, while using long flat licks on the tip of Tamara's clit with the full length of her tongue. Alternating between sucking on the big clit and licking the sides of it, Anna quickly makes Tamara climax. Tamara squirts right into her face.

"Now, give your pussy to my face, so that I can test to be sure you are sweet enough to deserve his cock, while you try to convince my pussy to fuck your husband while mine fucks you." Tamara orders.

"Yes, Mistress." Anna replies as she moves into the classic 69 position for a mouth to muff and muff to mouth conversation.

What follows is more like a catfight in an alleyway than a tender pussy kissing between two women. Tamara scrapes Anna's clit with her teeth, so Anna digs the claws of her right hand into Tamara's. In retaliation, Tamara pinches and twists -- hard -- Anna's nipples. She then pulls her other hand out of Anna's pussy, abandoning softly rubbing her g-spot, to instead fire her own claws deep into Anna's ass cheek. The claws almost drew blood and did leave marks.

The way out was the way in. Anna scrapes Tamara's clit - lightly -- with her teeth, alternating with sucking on Tamara's clit. Tamara returns the favor. Anna caresses Tamara's g-spot with her fingers, as she strokes them quickly in and out of Tamara's pussy. Tamara does the same, using her other hand to lightly pinch, then lightly tease Anna's teats. Anna responds in kind. Just like that, the alley cat war of the pussies is over, and they both climax -- hard. Squirting, humping, writhing on the bed, they are a living, breathing advertisement for the joys of lesbian sex.

John peels Anna off of Tamara, putting her on her hands and knees. His hard cock is huge, about the size of my forearm. He starts pushing the head into Anna's pussy. Tamara slides underneath them, licking Anna's pussy to produce the extra lube she needs to take John's giant fuckstick.
"Oh my God!" Anna screams out as he pushes his cock slowly into her.

"Tim, give her throat something to suck on." John demands.

"Yes Sir!" Tim says as he feeds his hard cock into Anna's mouth.

John is able to slowly stroke about half of his length into Anna, getting a little deeper each stroke. He pauses to spank her ass -- hard. Tamara pulls out from underneath her, so he starts lightly pinching Anna's clit and rubbing it with his knuckle.

"Yes, yes, yes.... YES!" Anna cries out as John fills her channel deeper and wider than any man before him.

Tamara lightly pats him on his shoulder, saying "Be careful. This one can fuck you to death. She gives as good as she gets."

Tamara comes to me saying "I know you will understand if I beg you to kiss my pussy all night long. You are just too damn good at it. So here's my offer. Fuck me as much as you want, and let me blow you back to hardness. Do that over and over until you can't do it anymore. But while I blow you, kiss my pussy and remind me of what it feels like when you take me to heaven."

Tamara gets down on her hands and knees, facing the dais so we can watch John fucking Anna. I have no problem sliding the full length of my cock into her, like a hot knife into even hotter butter. Surprisingly she is still able to grip my cock tightly, squeezing me with her muscles. I stroke into her, but her milking of my cock brings me too close to the edge, so I stop stroking in her at all and pull out.

Tamara chuckles "Yeah, John can't take too much of that either. Best pussy trick I ever learned. Because you are so good to me I will teach it to Anna."

I look over to see Koko with a mask of bliss on her face as Tim machine guns her pussy with his fast thrusts. I see how hard he has to work to do that, the sweat pouring off of him. It is a loving, caring side of him, doing something for someone else that I never would have suspected if I didn't see it firsthand.

Tamara and I fall in love with each other. I love the taste of her pussy, she loves the taste of our cum on my cock. We take turns licking out Anna while the other one sucks John's cock. I have found the cock which is too big for me, I can barely get the head into my mouth. I have to lick the sides to clean him in long strokes that remind me how big a cock my wife can take. It is humbling.

Tim and Koko join us, and we swap partners. Tim is able to take more of John's cock than I can, while Tamara and Koko can take him all the way to the balls. Koko is also surprisingly tight. She milks my cock with Tamara's pussy trick, using it to taste my cum directly, making me pull out to plunge into her mouth. Being able to make these two women cum at will with my oral skills is a profound boost to my ego, while I listen to my wife writhe, scream, and beg on John's cock as he fucks her. Cock like a donkey and can fuck all night long, no wonder he has women lining up to be fucked by him.

Tamara kisses me with Tim's cum in her mouth, but she knows that isn't a deal breaker for me. Our little foursome devolves into an orgy, only breaking up temporarily when John and Anna need servicing. I end up blowing Tim hard when the girls are cleaning and fluffing John and Anna. Tim returns the favor, and son of a bitch, I am in my first gay 69. Cock to mouth, mouth to cock we suck each other off.

The girls pry us apart, inserting themselves between us, as they lick each other out. I get the lube, sliding into Tamara's ass. She goes wild, spasming while having her pussy licked while she gets fucked up the ass. Same result for Tim and Koko. This becomes their go-to position for the rest of the night, as Tim and I switch between them.

Near dawn, even the Energizer bunny would be knackered, as all six of us are. Anna triumphantly leaves John snoring, as I go to the restroom to clean up. Tim follows me, and when we get back, the three woman are in a daisy chain. I slide into my wife, as Tim slides into Koko. Anna is sloppy wet and stretched from her long night of fucking, but she is still my Anna. I softly, loving kiss her, alternating with licking Tamara's pussy, as I empty my eighth load of the night into my hotwife.

I awake to find Tim sucking my cock hard. He slides under Anna, licking her pussy into orgasm after orgasm as I slowly, lovingly fuck her. When I come, he takes our combined load, then cleans my cock and fluffs me for Tamara, who is standing and waiting.

Madge comes flying into the room, diving onto John's cock, sucking on it like it is life itself. Koko brings John some coffee with his breakfast, which is really lunch considering how late we all slept. Madge keeps sucking on his cock, and he pets her hair to let her know he likes her and what she is doing for him.

"Shhh... I have breakfast for you." Tamara says as she lowers herself on top of me, lowering her wet biscuit onto my tongue, while her mouth verifies my shaft is ready to make love to her.

Tuning around, she lowers herself on my cock, using her muscles to milk me without mercy. I kiss her, tongues dueling in our mouths, as I reach up for her full breasts, playing with her nipples gently, since they are still sore from the thrashing Anna gave them last night. She refuses to give me any respite from her cunt muscle cock milking, and I am spurting into her. Another mouth closes on my cock, a busty blonde woman I'd never met before, who I later found out was named Janice, the other Minx besides Madge. She waits her turn like a good minx, but as soon as John's mouth is free her pussy is on it.

I am treated like a God. Women feed me food and coffee, while other women either suck my cock or ride it. The one riding me usually has another woman licking her pussy. I later find out this is all Tamara's doing. Anna, Madge, and Janice rotate atop John, the odd one out rotating atop Tim and I with Koko and Tamara.

By the middle of the afternoon, Anna and I are done, feeling like we have fucked more in one night than the rest of the most frenetic fucking week of our lives. Tim thought he could last a little longer, but even Tamara could not resurrect his cock. We put on our clothes and said our goodbyes.

John says to me "You are welcome anytime. No recruiting, sniping or community service required.", with a broad grin.

"But I can still do those things if I want, right?" Anna teases.

John laughs and picks her up, spinning her around, saying "You are a joy, one of a kind!"

Tamara pulls me to her, kissing me passionately, then says "Come back to me lover. Do not make me wait too long. I don't think my heart could bear it. I am yours whenever you come back to me."

Madge, Janice, and Koko all have their turn, and then John and Tamara take another round.

"Thank you for sharing your wife with me. There are no words to express how profoundly grateful we are. Please let us know when you are coming back, we will clear our schedule for the week." John offers.

"You do realize you will be in serious danger of Tamara and I fucking you to death?" Anna teases.

"I live that danger every day with her alone. If so, I will die a happy man. Having a woman like her, a woman like you, even once is a miracle. I'm just grateful. It would be a good way to die." John chuckles. We exchange contact information so we can keep in touch.

We are basically unable to process sexual thoughts anymore. We do tourist things, like Iao Needle, and the Kula Botanical gardens. We go back to the hotel and take a nap. Then off to the luau. Ron and Jen are on their date night with Tamara and John, with Madge playing sniper. Gina is a third wheel, just like she was the first time Madge was taken by John, so she joins us as Tim's 'date'. We go to the Luau and have a great time, except for the poi, which tastes like glue mixed with turnips.

When we get back to the hotel, Gina wants to hear everything about our experiences with John, Tamara, Koko, Janice, and Madge. We trade shots of Bailey's. We end up having Anna and Gina 69 all night, while Tim and I take advantage of them. But unlike most of the last couple days, this is not just fucking, but lovemaking, slow and tender, deeply sensual and erotic lovemaking. We fall asleep in a pile on the same bed.

Friday morning I have a breakfast of wet fish as Anna sucks my cock hard. Tim fills her, then we do the fuck/suck, fuck/suck where he gets to fuck my wife and I get to suck his prick. He comes in Anna, I move in to feast on her wet cum filled snatch, while Gina peels Tim off to clean and resurrect his cock. Gina and I shower, leading me to marvel at how Gina can still be so tight after all the big thick cocks she has taken the past few days. Tim and Anna shower in his room, a lot longer than Gina and I.

Our breakfast is delicious, just the orange juice is orgasmic with tropical fruits added into it. Tamara calls, as she reports things with Jen and Ron went perfectly, Madge is the perfect recruiter and sniper, plus she did community service. Tamara wants to know if we have any other friends to recommend to them, and I tell her about Gina, as I watch her and Anna do bump practice with a volleyball on the beach at the hotel.

"You know you have made me fall in love with both of you. John feels the same way. Send us your friends, your lovers, they will go to the head of the line." Tamara promises.

"That's good, especially for Gina. She was already in love with Madge the first time John took her last year. She couldn't be there, because you have a reasonable and sensible policy of not letting women just add on their girlfriends unless they are married. It caused quite a rift between them that has taken a year to sort out. Now she has asked Madge to marry her, but has also found out she enjoys cock as much as Madge does. So it would be a kindness." I urge.

Tamara says "I will have a talk with Madge before she leaves. If she accepts Gina's proposal and wears her ring, John and I will welcome her back into our bed tonight and tomorrow. This will be a first for us. Thank you for being such a loving, giving person. Come back to me my love, and cum in me, my love." Tamara says wistfully as she hangs up.

I tell Gina she is John and Tamara's date tonight, plus my guess is that Madge will be joining them. Volleyball girls can really jump, as Gina demonstrates over and over in her excitement.

That night, we go to the party for Gina and Madge. Gina gets down on her knees for Madge and proposes again, but in front of everybody Madge accepts. The party goes wild, I am stripped of my trunks as Anna is stripped of her micro-bikini. Madge and Gina leave for their date with John and Tamara. I am swallowed in a very wet deep sea of poon. Anna is here somewhere in the rugby scrum of bodies, so I stay hydrated and try to give as good as I get. All that is left of the clothes when we get up is a speedo and a Brazilian bikini.

Come Saturday morning, I'm going away with my friend, my lover, my wife. The buffet at Gina and Madge's hotel is quite nice, but hardly compares to the one John and Tamara serve at their home. Many women I do not recognize kiss me and thank me. Many more also kiss and thank Anna. There are even volleyball dudes who do that (with Anna).

Tamara calls, saying she is sorry she and John didn't get to go to the party, or witness the acceptance of Gina's proposal, but she hopes we had as good a time at the party as they did at their house last night. Most of John's band mates stopped by, so Gina and Madge were airtight all night.

"Whenever their cocks were in my pussy, I dreamed it was yours. Whenever some one licked my clit, I remembered you doing it. Whenever I sucked a cock, it was yours in my mind. I am addicted to you. I am hardwired to be your slut now. I crave you in ways I have never craved anyone except John. Can you forgive me?" Tamara says huskily.

"Whenever I was buried under some other woman last night, I pretended her pussy was your sweet snatch, her clit was your big clit. I did this so I could last, because the one woman I would not allow myself to fail is you. I crave your sweet pussy and it's nectar of the Gods." I gush in return.

"Come back to me my love, come in me my love, then feast on our love. Promise me. Swear to me." Tamara demands with enough Joules of heat in her voice to melt my phone in my hand.

"I promise. I swear." I say firmly.

"I swear I will make you do that. I swear I will hold you to that promise -- soon." Tamara says as she cuts the connection.

We had not heard from Gina or Madge by lunchtime, but Ron and Jen run into us down by the hot tub where we first met. We have lunch together, and they decide to join us on our trip to Little Beach.

We are comparing notes on our experiences with John and Tamara when his van drives up. Gina and Madge pop out, and everyone has to see their rings. John and Tamara shuffle over, except hers is more the attack of a lioness, and I am her prey.

"I promised it would be soon." Tamara says as she kisses me, her soft lips full of passion, her tongue eager and insistent in it's probing.

Gina wraps herself around Tim, while John envelops Anna. Madge is all over Ron, as Jen makes John and Anna a threeway with herself. John makes a call to a band mate to meet us at the beach parking lot.

It takes about an hour to drive to the beach. You can't actually drive to Little Beach, you have to park at Big Beach, take a hike down to the beach, then over the lava flow that separates the two beaches. No cameras are allowed. Which is not surprising, since you don't want to scare the wildlife on the beach out of their bikinis.

Anna is wearing her stolen Brazilian string bikini, while I am still wearing the stolen speedo, to hot looks for both of us from the other women. Anna rides shotgun on Johns lap, kissing him the whole way while Tamara drives. Jen rubs her ass on my lap as she fingers herself after guiding my hands to her nipples under her micro-bikini.

Jen does that the entire drive so I have a raging erection before getting out of the van. Madge and Ron have a long makeout session on the left hand side of the back seat, while Gina is dry humping Tim in the middle of the back seat. No one uses the other back seat for anything except beach bag storage.

Once we get to Little Beach, Tamara collects the swimsuits into her beach bag. We find our spot on the beach, which is already crowded. Jen returns to her adoration of John, as she helps Anna rub lotion all over his body, one spot in particular. He makes sure the parts normally covered get lots of sunscreen too.

"Fondle me with the lotion. Tell me how much you love me with your hands." Tamara says as the others walk away to walk the beach.

We are tasked with holding down the fort, so Tamara lays atop me, twerking her ass on my cock, rubbing herself on my prick like a big black cat in heat. She squeezes my cock with her butt cheeks. I fondle her breasts and her pussy more than the rest of her. She pulls each leg up straight in the air so I can lather them. We get a lot of looks when she does that.

I start fondling her breasts to make sure they don't burn, as she turns to kiss me. It is like the heat of the sun increases a thousand fold, emanating from her mouth into mine. I have a raging erection.

"Slip into me. No one can see. Don't try to fuck me, just let my pussy milk your cock until you come inside of me." Tamara explains.

We are there, fucking in broad daylight on a heavily populated beach, and no one seems to pay any attention. Everyone is focused on the tight circle of women standing around John, as woman after woman kneels in front of him to blow him and stroke his big cock, yet blocking anyone not standing in their little blowjob club circle from seeing what is going on.

Tamara rubs her clit quickly as she can feel I am going to cum inside her. Cunt milking turns to cunt spasms as she squirts. I am right there with her, pumping my cum into her. But she does not move. She just keeps milking me with her cunt muscles, and I never really go soft. I have the thought she can do this all damn day if she wants, and as John said, I will die a happy man.

Another circle forms next to John's, as Anna stands and gets serviced by some other woman. John's circle had gotten too big, so it made sense. As the women got too hot from watching his big cock get sucked, they could get themselves licked to heaven. It was great good fun until we saw a park ranger in khaki shorts and Ranger hat heading down from the top of the beach. Someone blew a whistle, and the circles split up and walked into the surf.

Tamara squeezes out another climax, then brazenly turns around and mounts my mouth. I enjoy the butter creamed fish she is serving for lunch, as she crushes and pinches her own tits. She is facing away from the beach, so less likely to draw attention. Her climax knocks her to her hands and knees, making her even less likely to draw attention. Her gush of fluids over my face, both from her cunt, my cum, and her squirting, leaves me drenched. She laughs, pulling me up to run down to the warm water. Once we are in up to our waists, she kisses me, splashing water in my face playfully to clean me.

Anna and John join us, mixing up our kisses. I am very surprised when John kisses me. I thought he was only passive bi, letting the men like me that he cuckolded suck his cock. Our hands stroke each other's cocks in the surf as our wives make out beside us. He pushes me back uip toward the beach until our cocks are out of the water and moves to suck my cock. I instantly cum in his mouth. He kisses Tamara, then Anna. I suck the tip of his cock as I stroke his big shaft with both hands, and he spurts blob after blob after blob of jism into my mouth. It is tart but creamy, sharp but smooth. I save it all to share it in kisses with my wife and Tamara.

"Do not ever question that we both love both of you." John says as he kisses Anna deeply.

We call it a day at the beach. John's friends finally show up, so the band is back together. They get a swirl of attention from the women, but John wants us to go to a little bar and restaurant he likes in Lahaina. We march back up the hill to the parking lot after putting our swimsuits back on, not that there was all that much difference for the women given the tiny size of their micro-bikinis, basically only hiding clits and nipples.

We pop back to the hotel first, for Jen and Anna to change out of their Brazilian strings into their Wicked Weasels. I see my sample kit there and realize I have a golden opportunity. I take it with us, and John gets everybody to agree to provide samples, before, during, and after. The guys step into the room and the women blow them, collecting their first cum of the night for everyone except John and myself, it is our second, or even third. We guys get to return the favor, collecting vials of girl goo. I get sweat swabs, and the first data set is complete. Everything gets packaged up in sealed vials and sealed plastic bags.

"I love sucking cocks for science!" Anna squeals in glee.

We eat, we drink, we dance. The pheromone bombs explode and we collect another set of samples in the men's room. Everybody is ready, eager, and willing to fuck. The only question is where. John wants to give Gina the full experience at his house. Tim wants us to go back to our hotel, which is closer. Closer wins.

The orgy has too much chaos to even come close to describing, with the exception of Gina and John, sometimes joined by two of his well hung band mates to make Gina airtight, sometimes joined by Madge in a threesome and to clean them both. Tamara and I are the same, sometimes joined by Tim and Ron to make her airtight, sometimes joined by Anna to clean us up. More samples are taken and then we all end up in an orgy pile like at Gina and Madge's party. Tamara is always in touch with my mouth or my cock, she never left me.
Sunday is the day of rest. We wake up around noon, sort out showers and clothes. Tamara escorts me down to breakfast, spooning in my lap as I hold her and we eat. Everybody eventually filters on down. We spend the day in lazy cuddling, first two at a time, then three or four, then five or six. Finally it is dinner time, where we get dressed up like we did for the Plantation Restaurant and head to the Grotto Bar and Restaurant at the Hyatt Regency. Gary and his wife Keilani meet us there.

Keilani is a very round, rather short woman, maybe five foot two to five foot four. She is thick, with G cup tits and a G cup ass, pudgy hands and feet. She has the dark haired native hair and caramel skin. Even in her lace dress, I can see tattoos from the tops of her breasts up over her shoulders and down her back to her waist. Her breasts, arms, legs, and ass are unmarked. She has a soft, pleasant face, with a quick wit, easy to tease and smile.

"I hear we are going to have a sex party after dinner. I've never been to a sex party before. I think it will be fun. Have you ever been to a sex party before?" Keilani asks Anna as she scans Anna's body, nervous but clearly excited.

"Several times this week. In fact every single day this week." Anna chuckles as she reviews how big a slut she has been all week long.

"Did you have sex with these handsome men? Did you have sex with these beautiful women?" Keilani asks Anna with a lusty growl in her voice.

"Yes and yes. Basically every single one of them, most of them multiple times." Anna gushes as she feels the heat radiating from Keilani's pussy a chair away.

"Did you get to suck their cocks? I love to suck cocks. Sucking cock is one of my favorite things to do with my husband. Do you think they will like the way I suck their cocks?" Keilani is so excited she can hardly stop long enough to get the answers she craves.

"Yes, I have sucked all their cocks, most multiple times. I love to suck cocks too, just like you. We are sister cocksuckers. I know they will love how you suck cock, and you might learn a few new tricks if you want to do so." Anna tries to be soothing to Keilani.

"Cock sucking sisters! I love that! Do you kiss pussies too? Would you kiss my pussy? I try to get Gary to kiss my pussy, but he makes me give him four blowjobs for every pussy kissing. I cum so hard when he kisses my pussy!" Keilani leaves whatever shyness she had far behind her in the dust of a South Maui dirt road.

"Yes, I kiss pussies too. I would love, love, love to kiss your pussy too. Plus I have a special trick to get Gary to kiss your pussy as much as you want. It's a trick you are going to love, love, love." Anna teases Keilani.

"Please, please, please teach me the trick to get Gary to kiss my pussy every day! I will kiss your pussy as much as you want! I've never done that before, you'll have to teach me. But I swear I'm a quick study, and my tongue is very versatile." Keilani promises.

"Let me be the judge of that." Anna says as she kisses Keilani.

Keilani is startled, but quickly responds to Anna's kiss. Anna fondles Keilani's soft body, as Keilani figures out she should do the same. Anna takes her time, softly arousing Keilani's passions until probably the entire restaurant can smell her arousal.

"Your tables are ready." The Maitre-d says as he chuckles at the two women, then adds "Perhaps some time in the grotto to cool off first. Do you want me to hold them?"

I step up "We will take the tables now. I will attempt to control my wife, but no promises."

John slips him a twenty, and the Maitre-d says "None required sir. They are quite erotic together, I expect you will have a fun night."

Our server is right there with menus, takes drink orders, and Anna goes right back to kissing Keilani. Tamara takes offense at this, bumping Gary out of his seat as he moves over to hers. Tamara then joins into kissing Keilani, then kicks it up several notches to her fuck kiss intensity. She is literally giving super pheromone shotgun blasts directly into Keilani's face, until Keilani is little more than a big soft puddle of girl cum.

Always loving and giving, she sits on Gary's lap facing him, guiding his hands to fondle her breasts, as she kisses him every bit as intensely as she just kissed his wife. John sees an opening, taking the chair Tamara just vacated, pulling Keilani atop him. He pushes her dress up to her waist, pulling down her tiny lacy panties to finger her pussy gently while he kisses her. Using his other hand to play with her nipples.

The server returns with our drinks, and everybody scrambles back to their original seats because servers are positional, and they want to make it easy on her. She doesn't care how long it takes, her eyes never leave John and his incandescently hot wife.

Keilani reaches for her husband's hard cock, just to verify her conclusion that anything goes tonight. She reaches below the table, pulling her panties off and handing them to John, while she pulls Gary's hand to her pussy. Everybody at the table hears the squish of his hand being shoved into her pussy.

"Anything goes tonight with anyone my love." Keilani says firmly as she looks deeply, lovingly, but with a very turned on stare at Gary.

"Anything goes tonight with anyone my love." Gary repeats as he looks deeply in her eyes and then softly, romantically kisses her. Everybody at the table goes 'Aw-w-w-w-w' in admiration.

We go back to our hotel. We put a blindfold on Keilani, while we line the guys up against the wall in smallest to largest cock size order. Not surprisingly, Gary is the smallest and John the largest. We line up the gals in smallest to largest tit size, so Gina gets to go first, laying down with her head under Keilani. As Gary gets blown, Gina kisses Keilani's pussy. She starts moaning immediately. Gary cums in her mouth in much less than the two minutes allowed, so he gets to fuck his wife first. Gina keeps on licking and Keilani's continuous cunt spasms make Gary's second climax almost as quick as his first.

Anna kneels so she can whisper in Keilani's ear, "As each man fucks you and cums inside you, your loving husband Gary will lick you out until you are clean for another woman to lick you. You will serve us all and he will serve you. He craves this, and will do it anytime you want. He will watch you get fucked by a bigger cock and then clean up the mess. Thank him with a blowjob at the end of the night and he will be your cunt slave forever."

Everyone enjoys themselves, especially Keilani who is cumming her brains out, spitroasted on two different cocks. She knows her husband is licking their cum out of her, but she does not yet know he is sucking them clean too. When she gets to Ron she has to use her boobs to help grip his shaft as she uses her hands to stroke him while she sucks the tip. The combo titjob/blowjob is a big hit with the guys. Ron fucks the stuffing out of her as Jen licks her to kingdoms of cums.

The musicians are all well endowed, between Ron and John in size. Keilani is like a kid in a candy store. Gary is too, getting all those sweet candy cum covered canes into his mouth. Ron says Gary's cocksucking is getting much better with all the experience he is getting. You can see Keilani's ears perk up if you are watching closely.

Then John's massive fuckstick is in her face and she pulls off the blindfold, certain they have a gag, like an oversized dildo, not a thick throbbing cock attached to a living breathing man. Her titjob/blowjob is frantic, she wants to make him cum so he will last longer, not realizing he gets two minutes either way -- unless he is John. John gets to fuck her as long as he wants tonight, and his stamina is legendary, having seriously been tested this week already.

So when his two minutes is up, Tamara steps in front of Keilani and says "If you want that big cock of my husband to fuck you, then you have to lick my cunt and make me cum. I'm going to be the last woman you get to lick for quite a while tonight, until the guys have finished making you airtight. That means fucking your mouth, your cunt, and your ass at the same time. If you want all of that, start licking my clit and pussy. If you don't then we stop right here."

Keilani attacks Tamara's clit so fast it makes her laugh, as John slowly slides the majestic fuckstick into her. Gary is under Keilani, licking her clit to provide interior lube, thoughtfully licking John's shaft and balls to make it easier to slide into his wife.

"Go get the lube to make what happens next fun for you and your wife." John instructs Gary, who takes off like he'd been hit with a cattle prod.

John slides underneath Keilani, reinserting his cock in her slutty cunt and driving it home in a single hard thrust. Tamara gave Gary a lipstick vibrator, told him to lube it up and make certain not to lose it in her ass. When Keilani is purring with the vibe in her ass, Tamara blows Gary to make sure he is fully hard, lubes him up, then replaces the vibe with his cock.

Gary cannot believe how hot and tight his wife's ass is, as Tamara holds his balls in a grip of steel to keep him from stroking. When she sees Keilani's ass has adjusted to his larger cock (the first time that was ever true in Gary's life), she starts using his balls like a handle to push him forward and drag him back.It is still uncomfortable for Keilani, as Gary cums and quickly pulls out.

I squirt a bunch more lube in her ass and lube the shaft of my cock, putting it at Kelilani's sphincter and slowly pushing it inside. Keilani moans, her ass now producing more pleasure than pain. Tim steps up in front of Keilani, and she goes airtight for the first time in her life. Just that thought alone makes her climax, as open season on fucking her in all three holes opens.

Keilani was airtight all night. Everyone else ended up in two piles on the floors of the two rooms. I spent almost all of that time with Tamara. Anna joins us from time to time. Tim joins us from time to time. Ron and Jen joined us for a very hot foursome. But I fell asleep with my cock inside my lover, a hand possessively grabbing her tit. I was lucky enough to snag a pillow for us.

That morning we had breakfast with Keilani and Gary, explaining Tim's philosophy of Stag/Vixen cuckolding. More and more people join us until the kitchen of the hotel is backed up just taking care of our group.

We packed, we had an early flight. John and Tamara drove us to the airport. Tim went in a different boarding group at the gate, and we didn't see him until baggage claim on the other side. Anna didn't feel comfortable talking about everything since the plane home was so crowded and there were children all around us. So we napped.

* * * * *

After we got back from Hawaii, things were different. We gave up our place and moved in with Tim. We quickly found out Anna had gotten pregnant on our honeymoon. She miscarried a month later, spiraling into a depression. DNA analysis showed it was mine. We arranged that threesome with Jo-jo to help pull Anna out of her depression, and Jo-jo moved in with us, rather taken with Tim's cock and Anna's pussy licking skills. Hell, all of our pussy licking skills. People thought we were two couples when we were one foursome.

That spring our grants and contracts all got canceled. The government no longer wanted carbon neutral fuels, or ways that could be used to remove carbon dioxide from the air. After that, it was two hard years of surviving on less than we used to make in a month.

If it wasn't for Dr. Miner's salary and pension we would have been begging on the streets. Yet surprisingly, our work flourished. With no one to tell us what to do, we did the things we were interested in. We developed new techniques that interested us, we did projects others had never been interested in funding. We collected the data using a mass spectrometer from the samples, but had no idea what the wide variety of compounds found meant.

Then the pandemic came for all of us.

It was obvious from the start that our new techniques had direct applicability to vaccine creation and production. We were approached by an arm of Big Pharma, to join their team as leads in our respective specialties, Anna as Section Chief. Tim gave us his blessing, and we moved to Canada to do the work. That turned out to be a very smart move, based upon how badly the US did in the early stages of the virus, then the catastrophe of the reopening.

Our team's vaccine was not ready when the US government wanted to move on mass distribution, and their candidate was rushed through. Right about this time is when Dr. Timothy Miner died, one of the statistics on that day's massive list of the dead. We found out his house plus estate, including about 300,000$US in stocks, bonds, and cash had been left completely to us in his will. We never heard from Jo-jo again, never found out what happened to her.

You know the next part of the story. "C-Star (C*)", as the first vaccine was called worked -- for about two months in males and up to four months in females. Unfortunately, that was a bell curve distribution, with a high skewness to the lower end. For almost 50% of the population, that meant they were safe for only a month. Worse yet, it damaged the mechanisms of the bodies defenses. So the mutations that exploited the damage became the new, extremely hostile virulent version of the virus that swept through the people returning to 'normal', in a horrific repeat of the failed 'reopening'. They thought they were safe, immune. They weren't. Covid-21 became the mass murderer of hundreds of millions worldwide.

Anti-vaxxers died first. Without any protection at all, they went about their lives as the virus cut them down like a scythe in fields of wheat. Those who took the first vaccine were next, as their corrupted defenses fell prey to a cold, almost alien, implacable enemy. Remdesivir and Dexamethasone still worked as treatments, but they didn't prevent infection and the extremely rapid onset of symptoms usually killed them before they could even make it to a hospital. It took us three more months to be certain our vaccine did not have the fatal flaws the first one did. Hundreds more millions worldwide died each month.

Our names were 5^th and 6^th on the patent, Anna Marie Truco, Matthew Sylvester Truco. The world however was still spinning out of control, and the loss of such a high proportion of men, up to 75% of the male population in some areas, left a power vacuum that would be filled. Nature abhors a vacuum, and will always fill it if possible. Politicians swear out holy war on a power vacuum, and God help anyone standing in the way.

The first version of Section 432 was quietly slipped into the yearly funding and debt limit increase bill. It had a number of very progressive features. Sex crimes, relating to sex between two or more people, were forbidden by federal law. Crimes of violence, such as rape of an adult or rape of a child, became federal crimes, superseding all state laws. There were ten constitutional amendments, which were either the best thing since sliced bread, or the triumph of the Devil over mankind, depending on who you talked to about it.

1. No woman may participate in political, legal, professional, or financial matters without the consent of a man who vouches for her compliance with the law.

2. No person shall engage in conception, contraception, or sexual congress without the direct or indirect approval of the person who vouches for their compliance with the law, and their ability to choose the form of that engagement, including access to conception, contraception, abortion, or sexual congress shall not be abridged by any law.

3. No person employed or contracted by the government, or any officeholder under the Constitution, shall be able to claim immunityfor for any act which is unethical or a crime under the laws and treaties of the United States. Such acts are Ultra Vires, and no office orfor immunity shall protect them from investigation, indictment or prosecution. Impeachment is a matter separate from criminal prosecution, and no officeholder, whether in the Judiciary, Legislative, or the Executive branch is immune from either prosecution or impeachment while holding any office of trust by and for the American People.

4. No fictitious or virtual entity shall participate in any political matter whatsoever, as they are not people and have no right to vote.

5. No matter of Impeachment before the House or the Senate shall require more than a majority vote at any stage of the proceedings.

6. No removal of an officer of the United States, including a cabinet secretary, agency head, inspector general, or U.S. attorney shall be allowed except for good cause shown and approved by a court of competent jurisdiction.

7. No case before the U.S. Supreme court shall be dismissed for lack of standing, as all cases and controversies end up there for an actual decision. All cases before the Honorable Court shall have written decisions upon the merits of the case.

8. All persons before the courts of the United States have a duty of truth and candor to the tribunal. All persons before the legislature of the United States have a duty of truth and candor to that body. All persons dealing with the executive branch have a duty of truth and candor in their representations to officers of the United States. The judicial branch, the legislative branch, and the executive branch shall each have access to swift, meaningful, and effective compulsory process consistent with their duties to discover and verify the truth.

9. No person may violate a public health order without being subject to prosecution. No person may substitute argument in place of verifiable facts to oppose a public health order without being subject to prosecution. No officer of the United States may make an uncorrected public statement within the scope of their duties which is contrary to the established facts without being subject to prosecution and/or impeachment.

10. No political subdivision may be drawn or distinction made with reference to any federal office to the advantage of a particular political party, ethnic group, or economic interest. The boundaries of any federal office are subject to swift, meaningful, and effective judicial review for political, ethnic, and economic disparities with an order correcting them. Such order shall minimize the surface area with respect to the center of each district.

The amendments were passed in the House and Senate on voice votes under unanimous consent requests, and within two weeks they were ratified by two thirds of the states before anyone even knew what they were. Most people were dealing with bigger issues like being able to breathe at the time.

The massive reshaping of the laws with regard to sex meant that prostitution was no longer illegal, so since companies had the right to determine who you had sex with, they could sell you as an escort as part of your work duties. Husbands objected, and wives objected, but the law was clear -- the company had the right to do it. They may not be people, they may not be able to vote or manipulate political campaigns, but her boss has the right to make your pretty wife get down on her knees and blow him. Or do that for a client. Most States passed 'conjugal visit' laws requiring at least monthly sexual congress be allowed between spouses.

In short, Uncle Sam cuckolded every man and cuckqueaned every woman.

Since there was massive competition for men, women were pushed to the sluttiest edges of their behavior. Access to cocks became an essential part of every hiring package -- the so called 'dick benefits' clause. Companies like Hobby Lobby quickly found out their 12^th century model of relationships did not match the realities of the 21^st century. Other companies could have their salespeople in lingerie that would not have been street legal the year before, eager to perform a wide variety of sex acts for their customers, even in public, all perfectly legally.
I knew that slippery slope from my own experience. Yet I was tempted to work on some new projects for my Big Pharma buddies. The super pheromones I'd collected from John and Tamara held the key to making the uncomfortable easier for the men and women who had to obey or go to prison to be raped for ten years.

Some fairly specific memory chemical triggers had been discovered at Johns Hopkins, they were keyed to various expressions of the limbic system, the paleo-mammalian cortex, the so called 'old mammal brain'. It supports a variety of functions including emotion, behavior, motivation, long-term memory, and olfaction. Emotional life is largely housed in the limbic system, and it critically aids the formation of memories. Even more critically for us, arousal.

Another set of proteins, known as 'zip codes for tissues' had been discovered at UNM, originally for cancer therapies. This meant you could set a drug to only bind to a specific type of organ, or even a part of an organ, reducing side effects to near zero. Whatever wasn't used washed out harmlessly in the urine.

There was huge potential for misuse, but that potential only existed if the concept worked in the real world. It could also be keyed to gender, X versus Y chromosome. There is a specific gene called SRY, so you can turn it on for men or off for women, or vice versa.

I had access to the Big Pharma AI and modeling. I could finally (with a lot of AI help) figure out what the story those samples collected years before told us. Basically the reason pheromone systems were not well known is because they are a 'call and response' system.

John's pheromones call for a response from women's pheromones. As more women respond, the response gets stronger, something seen at the concerts of pop stars with teenage girls. Exposing a single woman doesn't turn her on that much. Exposing a whole group of them turns them all on a whole bunch. Tamara's pheromones work the same way, weak action on one person, huge amplification on a whole bag of dicks.

We'd unlocked a whole new understanding of human sexuality. That became a weapon in the hand's of the AI, in combination with the limbic information and the targeting organs information. They could do short term memory blocks or prevent long term memory storage and recall, based upon any of the standard limbic cues. They could give your wife a pill that would turn her into a slut for a specific period of time, and either make her forget it ever happened, or store it as an erotic trigger for her arousal.

Anna came into work one day, and Dr. Gardner said he had to talk to us. He said the lawyers had informed him having a woman as a section head was against the law. She could still work here, but I would be the new section chief.

A few weeks later they said she could not work as a professional, and stripped her of her lab coat. A few weeks after that she was told that she could still assist me, but she was officially being transferred to the 'Entertainment Division'. Then they said her new uniform was a black lace dress that showed more than any of the ones she wore on our honeymoon. They started giving her 'Marchon' every day, which turned her into a sexual pheromone super spreader, while lowering her inhibitions to sexual situations, which were pretty low to begin with. Dr. Gardner started calling her to his office for longer and longer amounts of time, especially when my workload was highest.

I walked in one day to find her on her knees, naked, sucking his thick swarthy cock. He pulled her up and bent her over his desk and proceeded to fuck her while we talked. He laughed at me when I got hard watching him fuck her. So he started having her attend meetings in an even more skimpy lace dress, passing her around as a bonus to whomever had pleased him the most that week, or just that day, always pointing to my erection and laughing. He always offered me sloppy seconds. One day I caved, and I knew the bastard owned me. But it was nice to fuck my wife more than once per month. I still loved her.

One day Anna was just gone. Dr. Gardner said she'd been transferred for hypnotherapy training. Since they have discovered her adventures as a slut pre-pandemic, she is being promoted to being a general in the new Slut Corps. I asked about the monthly conjugal visits, and he chuckled, saying that was State law, not federal or interstate, plus likely to be struck down any day due to the 'their ability to choose the form of that engagement, including access to conception, contraception, abortion, or sexual congress shall not be abridged by any law' clause. Anna is the property of Big Pharma, as am I.

I saw Anna one more time, across the room at a holiday party, her big belly full of my son, legs spread to accept those men with a preggo fetish. I took several of the most attractive women home with me. In the morning they fed me breakfast and sucked my cock, then took turns riding me with their tight pussies. I kept them for a few days, then traded them in for some new ones. A few weeks later I received the notice of the birth of my son, Matthew Sylvester Truco Jr.

I felt hollow, like the soul had been sucked out of me. I can have all the sex I want with the men and women of my section, but not with my own wife. I have no right to see my own son, or even know where he is. I am wealthy beyond my wildest dreams, and have nothing of value. I have everything I ever wanted, without anyone to give any of it meaning. What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?