Pat and Mike #1
Pat and her husband Mike were finally going on that long awaited vacation, that
they both had been looking forward to.
Mike needed to get away from the construction job, that he spent way too much
time on, and she had read of a beautiful beach on the island of Curacao. So it
had been decided that Mike was just gonna have to let one of the other men
supervise the job for a couple weeks, while they escaped for what they figured
would be like a second honeymoon.
That second honeymoon remark by him had put a smile on Pat's face, as she
remembered what a great time they had at Niagara Falls on their first honeymoon.
It had been a weekend of sex, sightseeing, more sex, buying little trinkets, and
even more sex. They had both been worn out when they had returned home, and had
made plans on doing it again. But you know what they say about the best laid
plans....
Mike got promoted to foreman, and with the increase in pay, came the increase in
hours spent at work.
This had gone on for ten years now, and it affected them in many ways....
including sex. What used to be wild sex after their honeymoon, had turned into
once every 3 or 4 days, and over a period of time had turned into a couple of
times a month.
They both knew what the problem was, and this helped make up their minds about
taking the vacation. Pat had gone out and bought several outfits, including a
skimpy bikini that had raised Mike's eyebrow when she had tried it out for him.
He made some remarks about how he would have to fight of the men when they got a
load of how good she looked. She had noticed the smile on Mike's face, when she
had told him that maybe he better keep her satisfied, cause she had read in the
magazine the a lot of women went to the nude beaches of Curacao and got picked
up by the local black men there.
Over the next few days leading up to the vacation, sex had again started
becoming more frequent, with both of them talking during sex about what all they
would be doing while down there. Pat mentioned all the shops she wanted to
visit, and Mike mentioned all the sex they would be having again.
Pat had asked Mike if he was gonna be as jealous this time, as when they had
been at Niagara Falls.
Mike had said that if other men wanted to ogle his wife, then he hoped that she
would enjoy it.
"And what if some of them come on to me?" she had said in a mocking voice.
Mike had hesitated for a brief moment, and said that "whatever she wanted to do,
he was okay with".
Pat had raised an eyebrow at that remark, and had said "really?"
"Sweetheart, if you want to have fun with someone else while were down there,
then as long as your careful, i don't see it as a problem"
That had sealed it for the both of them, and she had fucked his brains out that
night.
When they got on the plane, they found a black man sitting by the window seat,
which is where Mike was supposed to sit. They had told him to stay seated, as
Mike had this problem of having to go to the bathroom a lot, and so he took the
isle seat.
The flight down to their stop over in Atlanta went fairly smooth, but when they
landed to let some passengers off, they noticed that it was snowing quite hard.
The 35 minute layover was extended to a 3 hour layover because of icing
conditions. The airline had broken out the drinks to placate the passengers,
and everyone got their share of those "little bottles" that they served.
When the plane finally took off again, it was getting close to midnight and the
plane that had been pretty full now had many empty seats in it. As they
settled in for the short flight from Atlanta to Curacao, the lights were dimmed
as most people took a nap.
It was during this part of the flight that they found out that the black man was
in fact staying at the same hotel where they would be staying. As they talked,
Pat got excited when the black guy mentioned the nude beach that was not too far
from their hotel. He had said that many white couples went there, and after the
first day or two would end up going naked like most of the islanders did.
Mike could see that Pat was getting chummy with the black man, giggling at the
mention of the nude beach, and letting out a laugh when the black man had said
that it would be a pleasure for him to get to see her while they were there.
Mike had made one of his many trips to the bathroom, and upon returning he
noticed that the black man had a blanket over his lap, and Pat's left hand
seemed to be on his knee...... under the blanket.
As he sat down, she turned to him and winked, and went back to talking with the
black guy. Mike had a hard time hearing what was being said over the noise from
the plane's engines, but he had distinctly heard the guy say that he thought Pat
had better watch out, cause all the guys would be trying to hit on her.
Mike noticed Pat's hand was now stroking higher and higher on the black mans
thigh, and Mike quickly looked around and noticed that everyone seemed to be
dozing off. As he leaned closer to her, he whispered that no one was looking,
and if she wanted to get a little bolder he would kind of block the view of the
adjoining seats.
Pat hesitated for just a second, before she sought out the black guys cock.
From the guys sharp intake, Mike guessed that she must have found it. There was
a little bit of rustling around, and Mike knew that she must have fished his
cock out, because he could see her fist under the blanket going up and down in
the guys lap.
This went on for several minutes, before the guy leaned over and kissed Pat
square on the lips. This was not just a quick peck, cause the kiss lasted for
several minutes, and the way that Pat was squirming in her seat, he knew that
she must have been getting quite excited.
When they broke their kiss, the guy put his right arm around Pat, and he looked
over at Mike and give him a big smile. When Mike returned the smile, the black
guy brought his hand up to Pat's neck and started to draw her down to his lap.
Pat didn't even attempt to see if anyone was looking at her, cause in an instant
her head ducked under the blanket. The black mans smile turned to more of a
tense look on his face as Pat was evidently doing a good job on his cock.
Mike needed to go to the bathroom again, but no fucking way was he going to
leave with this going on. It wasn't that he needed to pee again, as much as he
wanted to take his hard cock out, and masturbate while his wife was sucking this
black man off.
Her head had been going up and down under the blanket for about five minutes,
when all of a sudden the lights came back on, and the speaker announced that
everyone should buckle up their seat belts, prior to landing.
It was at that exact moment that the black man let loose with a shot of cum that
caught Pat by surprise. It had happened so fast, that she gagged and some of
the cum had come back up through her nose.
Her head came out from under the blanket, and she reached for her purse to find
some tissues to wipe her face off with.
Mike had cum at the same time the black man had cum, so he knew he had one big
mess in his pants.
He didn't know how the hell he could walk off the plane and through the airport,
with the big wet spot that was starting to appear on his pants.
They had exchanged names quickly and as they disembarked, they passed the
stewardess who had a sly grin on her face, and winked at Pat as they went past
her.
A vacation with sex, tanning on the beach, more sex, lots of shopping, and still
more sex. What a way to spend another honeymoon..........
they both had been looking forward to.
Mike needed to get away from the construction job, that he spent way too much
time on, and she had read of a beautiful beach on the island of Curacao. So it
had been decided that Mike was just gonna have to let one of the other men
supervise the job for a couple weeks, while they escaped for what they figured
would be like a second honeymoon.
That second honeymoon remark by him had put a smile on Pat's face, as she
remembered what a great time they had at Niagara Falls on their first honeymoon.
It had been a weekend of sex, sightseeing, more sex, buying little trinkets, and
even more sex. They had both been worn out when they had returned home, and had
made plans on doing it again. But you know what they say about the best laid
plans....
Mike got promoted to foreman, and with the increase in pay, came the increase in
hours spent at work.
This had gone on for ten years now, and it affected them in many ways....
including sex. What used to be wild sex after their honeymoon, had turned into
once every 3 or 4 days, and over a period of time had turned into a couple of
times a month.
They both knew what the problem was, and this helped make up their minds about
taking the vacation. Pat had gone out and bought several outfits, including a
skimpy bikini that had raised Mike's eyebrow when she had tried it out for him.
He made some remarks about how he would have to fight of the men when they got a
load of how good she looked. She had noticed the smile on Mike's face, when she
had told him that maybe he better keep her satisfied, cause she had read in the
magazine the a lot of women went to the nude beaches of Curacao and got picked
up by the local black men there.
Over the next few days leading up to the vacation, sex had again started
becoming more frequent, with both of them talking during sex about what all they
would be doing while down there. Pat mentioned all the shops she wanted to
visit, and Mike mentioned all the sex they would be having again.
Pat had asked Mike if he was gonna be as jealous this time, as when they had
been at Niagara Falls.
Mike had said that if other men wanted to ogle his wife, then he hoped that she
would enjoy it.
"And what if some of them come on to me?" she had said in a mocking voice.
Mike had hesitated for a brief moment, and said that "whatever she wanted to do,
he was okay with".
Pat had raised an eyebrow at that remark, and had said "really?"
"Sweetheart, if you want to have fun with someone else while were down there,
then as long as your careful, i don't see it as a problem"
That had sealed it for the both of them, and she had fucked his brains out that
night.
When they got on the plane, they found a black man sitting by the window seat,
which is where Mike was supposed to sit. They had told him to stay seated, as
Mike had this problem of having to go to the bathroom a lot, and so he took the
isle seat.
The flight down to their stop over in Atlanta went fairly smooth, but when they
landed to let some passengers off, they noticed that it was snowing quite hard.
The 35 minute layover was extended to a 3 hour layover because of icing
conditions. The airline had broken out the drinks to placate the passengers,
and everyone got their share of those "little bottles" that they served.
When the plane finally took off again, it was getting close to midnight and the
plane that had been pretty full now had many empty seats in it. As they
settled in for the short flight from Atlanta to Curacao, the lights were dimmed
as most people took a nap.
It was during this part of the flight that they found out that the black man was
in fact staying at the same hotel where they would be staying. As they talked,
Pat got excited when the black guy mentioned the nude beach that was not too far
from their hotel. He had said that many white couples went there, and after the
first day or two would end up going naked like most of the islanders did.
Mike could see that Pat was getting chummy with the black man, giggling at the
mention of the nude beach, and letting out a laugh when the black man had said
that it would be a pleasure for him to get to see her while they were there.
Mike had made one of his many trips to the bathroom, and upon returning he
noticed that the black man had a blanket over his lap, and Pat's left hand
seemed to be on his knee...... under the blanket.
As he sat down, she turned to him and winked, and went back to talking with the
black guy. Mike had a hard time hearing what was being said over the noise from
the plane's engines, but he had distinctly heard the guy say that he thought Pat
had better watch out, cause all the guys would be trying to hit on her.
Mike noticed Pat's hand was now stroking higher and higher on the black mans
thigh, and Mike quickly looked around and noticed that everyone seemed to be
dozing off. As he leaned closer to her, he whispered that no one was looking,
and if she wanted to get a little bolder he would kind of block the view of the
adjoining seats.
Pat hesitated for just a second, before she sought out the black guys cock.
From the guys sharp intake, Mike guessed that she must have found it. There was
a little bit of rustling around, and Mike knew that she must have fished his
cock out, because he could see her fist under the blanket going up and down in
the guys lap.
This went on for several minutes, before the guy leaned over and kissed Pat
square on the lips. This was not just a quick peck, cause the kiss lasted for
several minutes, and the way that Pat was squirming in her seat, he knew that
she must have been getting quite excited.
When they broke their kiss, the guy put his right arm around Pat, and he looked
over at Mike and give him a big smile. When Mike returned the smile, the black
guy brought his hand up to Pat's neck and started to draw her down to his lap.
Pat didn't even attempt to see if anyone was looking at her, cause in an instant
her head ducked under the blanket. The black mans smile turned to more of a
tense look on his face as Pat was evidently doing a good job on his cock.
Mike needed to go to the bathroom again, but no fucking way was he going to
leave with this going on. It wasn't that he needed to pee again, as much as he
wanted to take his hard cock out, and masturbate while his wife was sucking this
black man off.
Her head had been going up and down under the blanket for about five minutes,
when all of a sudden the lights came back on, and the speaker announced that
everyone should buckle up their seat belts, prior to landing.
It was at that exact moment that the black man let loose with a shot of cum that
caught Pat by surprise. It had happened so fast, that she gagged and some of
the cum had come back up through her nose.
Her head came out from under the blanket, and she reached for her purse to find
some tissues to wipe her face off with.
Mike had cum at the same time the black man had cum, so he knew he had one big
mess in his pants.
He didn't know how the hell he could walk off the plane and through the airport,
with the big wet spot that was starting to appear on his pants.
They had exchanged names quickly and as they disembarked, they passed the
stewardess who had a sly grin on her face, and winked at Pat as they went past
her.
A vacation with sex, tanning on the beach, more sex, lots of shopping, and still
more sex. What a way to spend another honeymoon..........
8 years ago
Thanx for the story