The flight out had been shit... it had taken longer than anticipated, but then we had been delayed because of the fog, which meant we missed the connecting flight and had to wait for another flight to become available. We managed to get a couple of seats on the Milk Run... which took a lot longer than the normal flight... but heh, at least we arrived, a few hours late, but we were here in Honolulu. My husband John and I had been a couple of times before. I know some of our friends did not like Honolulu as a destination, but it suited us... we liked it, liked the people and the atmosphere.

Bed and a sleep, would have suited us after arriving, but not wanting to waist a minute of our time we managed to keep going... plenty of caffeine. By eight that evening I was starting to flag and said to John I was quite happy to stay in the hotel, and relax, maybe have an early night and get a fresh start in the morning... bright eyed and bushy tailed.

"I might have a couple of drinks at the bar then come and join you honey" he said.

"Sure why not... come up when you're ready sweetheart" I replied, not wanting to spoil his time whilst here. He was more resilient than I when it came to staying out late.

I tried sleeping, but found I was probably past the sleep stage as I tossed and turned, continually thumping and puffing up the pillow, trying to get comfortable. Giving up any attempt at sleep, I propped myself up and turned on the TV... flicking though the many channels until I found a suitable program. As the time passed, I knew John must have found someone at the bar to talk to, otherwise he would have returned by now. He was definitely a night owl... but come morning our roles were reversed.

The sound of voices, then the security lock being operated, had me sitting up... alert. Who the hell is he bringing back with him at this hour? I was annoyed... bloody annoyed... not tonight of all nights. He could have waited until tomorrow. I would be more receptive to meeting his new friend or friends then... not tonight. God he could be so inconsiderate at times.

"Oh hi honey... I've brought Terry up to meet you... I met him down at the bar... was keen to catch up with you" he said, with a supercilious grin on his face. I could tell he'd been drinking, drinking more that he should have, certainly after the long flight and long day we had just had... the alcohol would have affected him even more.

Terry turned out to be a good looking colored guy, athletic in appearance, with a charming pearly white smile.

"Hi there Mrs Walker... John told me so much about you I just couldn't resist the invite to meet you"

"Well first up call me Laura... Mrs Walker is a little too formal"

"Ok, Laura it is... and you're right the Mrs part is a little stuffy... especially once we've got to know each other a little better" He said. It was the smile on his face that had me wondering, but just as quickly I discarded it.

"Ok... who's for a drink" John asked.

"Not for me love... I prefer not to" I replied

"Oh no... come on you've got to join us... don't be so inhospitable my love... perhaps a fruit juice eh?" he seemed very insistent that I join them.

"Ok, a fruit juice will do fine" I said

Taking three bottles of drinks from the mini bar he proceeded to prepare them. Terry was sitting on the other single bed next to mine, turning his attention to me.

"John tells me you've been to Honolulu before"

"We come when we can... it suits us... suits our needs" I said

"Well... I'm sure you're going to enjoy you're stay this time Laura" he said, looking me over from top to bottom, like he was looking over a prize of some description. It was the look and smile on his face that had me feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Here we go everybody" said John, handing us each a drink.

"Well, cheers... bottoms up" he said taking a gulp of his own drink. I followed, taking a smaller amount of my own.

Terry's attentions were concentrated on me as he asked question after question.

"Well let's have a toast to Laura, eh" he said, and again I joined them in their toasts, my drink almost all gone by now.

"Whew!... is it hot in here... or is it just me" I asked, whipping my hand across my brow.

"Oh... I don't think it's too bad Laura" said Terry, and I noticed the nod of his head toward John.

I was starting to feel... well feel different... there was a stirring in my loin region... I was wanting... well wanting to do things that were meant between John and I... I was suddenly feeling very sexually charged.

"Here... finish your drink honey" It was Terry, who said it, calling me honey. "May help cool you down a little eh?" handing me my drink and making sure I drained the glass. It only made me feel worse.

"Oh god... I feel... I feel strange" I said.

"Oh don't worry too much Laura... that's how you're supposed to feel... everything is going to work out just fine... just try and relax a little" said Terry, and proceeded to sit on the bed next to me.

There was a numbness running through my body. Terry's hand felt warm and heavy through the material of my dress as it came to rest on my thigh, a cocky self assured grin on his face. "You feel nice Laura... real nice"

God what's he doing with his hand on my thigh. I should stop him, he shouldn't be doing this. I'll tell him to stop... well maybe a little later... yes I'll do just that, later though, not right now.

Meeting no resistance to his efforts thus far, confidence was growing in Terry... it was all going just as he said it would. When he conferred with his new friend John in the bar, he'd told him then that within a short time of being introduced to his wife he would be fucking her. John had just laughed at the suggestion, saying it was impossible, that there was no way on this earth was he, a total stranger going to be able to fuck his wife this evening... never... never... never. Well who's laughing now... the $100 bet was looking pretty secure right now? Whow! Wasn't that a laugh, I get to fuck his wife, he gets to watch and pays me $100 for the privilege... shit I love this life... these tourists are so gullible. John was complicit in her demise. He's the one that had administered the drug to her, he'd done exactly as Terry had instructed and now here he was on his way to fucking her... god life doesn't get much better than this. Terry pushed her skirt a little higher, high enough so that he could see those beautiful bare thighs and blue undies, not long now.

God what's he doing now; he's got my dress up around my midriff. Oh no, he's going too far... but it feels so sensual, so sexy... I really must tell him to stop!

My legs part a little as his hand makes its way down the front on my panties. Fingers strolling over my pubic hair, touching my slit, a slit that is becoming wetter with each move, each touch he makes. First one, the two fingers are inside me, gently thrusting in and out as he finger fucks me. My pussy opening up for him, warm, pink and inviting. "Oh... no... no... please, oh... oh... oh..." I gasp. My hand grabbing hold of his hand, not to stop it doing what it is doing, but to make sure he doesn't take it away. I hold on tight, pushing his fingers ever further into my pussy.

"Ho yes you like that Laura... don't you... this gets you all worked up doesn't it" he said

"Ohhhh... ummmm..." I moan, holding ever tighter, to his hand.

John is now sitting on the edge of his seat, opened mouth, fully concentrating on the action unfolding before him, seeing but not believing it is actually happening.

"Here... let me take your pants off Laura... we'll get on better without them... will you let me take them off for you Laura" He asked, a broad smile across his face.

"Mmmmm... yes... yes that would be good... I'd like that" I purred in reply. God what am I saying, this is lunacy, letting this guy take my pants off. His hands tugged at my knickers, pulling downward. I raise my hips allowing them to be removed unrestricted. Down over my hips, past my thighs, past my knees, ankles, then free, to be thrown with reckless abandon across the room.

"Oh Laura... that is one fine looking pussy my dear... one fine looking pussy" His fingers once again taking up residency, where they had been only moments ago. Thrusting, plunging, deep inside, his finger and thumb twirling and playing with my love nub.

"Oh god no... no... please don't Terry... please don't" I moaned. Of course neither of us wanted it to stop... certainly not me, and certainly not him. His fingers continuing to do their magic.

"You know where this is leading... what he's going to do to you Laura... don't you" a little voice was saying in my head.

"What do you mean... what's it leading to" I replied.

"Why honey... he's going to fuck you... that's what this guy is going to do"

"Oh god no... no he can't"

"Would it really matter honey... no one is going to stop him... look at John he's as excited as anyone just watching it happen... and let's be fair I think you would like him to fuck you honey... wouldn't you" said the voice.

"God yes... yes I would"

"Well just lay back and let it happen... just enjoy it... as they say when opportunity comes a knocking... just go with the flow, honey... just go with the flow" I moaned softly and sank back on the bed, completely enveloped in the euphoria of his fingers.

"Now honey let's get you out of that skirt, it's only going to complicate things... isn't it"

I undo the zip, he makes a grab for it, pulling, tugging. Once more I raise my hips not wanting to impede its removal. Then he's tossing it in the direction of my panties.

"Hey... Laura... you know something... I think beneath that top you're wearing, lurks a beautiful pair of breasts... do you think I could help you out of it and your bra... I'd love to play and fondle those tits of yours honey... maybe even suckle them... can I do that... eh?"

"Oh yes... yes... please do" I replied. His hands now tugging and pulling at my top. I lift my arms above my head, as the top is pulled clear, only my bra to go. A quick expert tweak with finger and thumb and it's free. My bra and top joining the rest of my cloths on the other side of the room. My breasts stiffen, as his hand, cups, squeezes and starts to massage them. His mouth finds a nipple and is suckling upon it. Fingers are delving inside my warm, wet love tunnel. I'm gasping, whimpering, moaning.

"Oh dear me Laura... I think we both know what it is you want my love... don't we" He asks, all the while smiling down at me. I return his smile and nod my head. "Yes... yes... very much so, Terry" I purr.

"I think it's time for me to undress" and he proceeds to discard his clothing. Shoes, socks, shirt, pants and eventually his slips his undies off and throws them toward the rest. Our bedroom now covered with abandoned pieces of eagerly discarded clothing.

Oh god... I'd not really been prepared for the size of this mans penis. To me right then it looked a formidable piece of thick black, hard flesh and I knew where it was going to end up... between my thighs. I was suddenly covered in goose bumps as an excited shudder ran through my body at the thought of it.

He had a firm grip on it, stroking it, wielding it for me to see and admire. Admire it I did, I wanted so much to reach out and touch it, feel it warm and pulsating in my hand as I slowly stroked it for him. He gave a little laugh as he saw both hunger and delight in my eyes.

"Oh don't worry honey... tonight it's all yours... it's going to give you immense pleasure... pleasure you have never experienced" he said as he slowly walked to the bottom of the bed. My eyes never straying from his hard manhood. I felt my legs being prised apart as he placed them in the position he wanted.

He gazed longingly, lustfully at my open slit, a slit willing and eager to receive that beautiful manhood of his.

"Oh sweetheart you have a wonderful pussy a pussy that's good enough to eat" he said and having said it, he dropped quickly between my open legs and started to feed upon it, like a savage hungry animal. I couldn't help myself. I just let out a scream of sheer delight and pleasure as he continued his feast, lips kissing, tongue delving. I raised up my hips, forcing myself further into his mouth and tongue, then my legs closed, clamping his head firmly in place. As his mouth gorged, his hands reached up and took hold on my breasts, squeezing, massaging, finger and thumb tweaking my nipples. I was now lost, lost to this man... this man who could do anything he wanted of me... I was his.

John sat and watched open mouthed, he just could not believe this was actually happening, right before him, this guy was actually making love to his wife. He also realized that in a moment or so, he would be watching this same man, the man he told it would never happen... this man would be fucking his wife. If he failed to believe it before, he certainly believed it now.

I never wanted this perfect euphoria to end. I wanted more, much more from this man called Terry. I wanted to feel that magnificent piece of manhood inside me. I wanted him to take me to new heights, heights I'd never before been to.

The feeding frenzy finished. Terry looked at Paula, smiled and said. "It's time my dear, time for what you have been wanting, desiring above all else... you know what I mean, don't you my love"

Oh I knew alright, I knew the moment I'd set eyes on it what I wanted him to do with it. I smiled, nodded and said yes.

"Good then let's get it inside you... eh honey" he said, again I nodded my blessing for him to do so.

John was suddenly alive and off the chair. This he wanted to see, see the moment it was inserted, and watch it as it vanished inside her.

Terry shuffled and positioned himself between my legs. His hands felt hot as he spread my legs further apart. The hard shaft felt good as it brushed my thigh. He gently laid it against my wet pussy. "Oh god... oh god..." I was whimpering almost crying with joy and delight.

I was a little afraid, afraid of the sheer size of it. I tried to push away from it. "Oh god no... no... no" I cried, panic starting to show. There would be no escape. I was trapped by the head board. I could go no further. "Hey honey... relax... just relax its ok... everything is ok" he said, trying to reassure me. It was like a slow motion movie as the head spread my pussy lips apart and we all watched, transfixed to what was happening. I both felt and saw the head enter, then the shaft slowly vanish, my pussy swallowing it, inch, by beautiful inch. "Oh god... look at that" said John, his eyes popping out of his head.

A sigh of both relief, and pleasure escaped from me "Ohhhhh... ahhhhhh" I felt stretched and full as our pubic hairs caressed one another. There was nothing left to give or see. I was about to be fucked. I shivered a little as I watched the first dozen or so strokes, Terry's ass swayed back and forth, his black cock now wet and shiny from being immersed in my own body juices. I whimpered, moaned and cried, as the great shaft slithered in and out. John giving me a brief smile and blowing me a kiss, then his attention returning to the action. I was his wife, Laura and he was watching his new found friend Terry fuck me, something that gave him great pleasure and delight. Terry's hands returned to feeling, squeezing and massaging my breasts as he continued to thrust into me. Thrust... thrust... thrust a nice steady rhythm. My hands clawed at the bedcover, at his arms. My fingers digging into his flesh as I cried screamed and begged him for more.

John's eyes were big as door stops, his mouth wide open as he gaped at the scene before him... he had a hard on... a very large one... bulging, straining to free itself from his pants.

Terry himself was enjoying the euphoric feeling, his sensitive nerves tingling with each and every thrust. God she was good to fuck.

"Can you see it John, does it excite you John... watching me fuck your wife... look John... look" he said raising himself clear, giving John the perfect view. "Oh god... oh my god" was all he could say, little more than a whimper.

"Yeh John... it's good to watch isn't it... she's a good fuck you know... men would pay good money to ride a fine filly like her... you realise that don't you John"

"Eh... what do ya mean... pay good money" asked John.

"Men... they'd pay good money to fuck her John... would you let men fuck her for money?" he asked.

"Oh... I don't know... I don't think she would... I... I..."

"Come on John... you said I'd never get to fuck her... what am I doing now John... if this is not fucking her what is?"

"Oh shit... oh shit... I mean how much would they pay... you know to fuck her"

"I could get $500 a time for her... $200 for me of course... that's still $300 for you... good money eh John?" he said.

"Yeh... yeh... very good money" John replied.

"You could have your whole trip paid for before you went home... just think about it?"

"Do you think it would work Terry... really?"

"Yeh I do... leave it to me" he said, his ass still rising and falling between Laura's legs, his hard shaft still plunging, time after time. Laura's screams, and shouts still loud and clear. "You got a camera John... a digital"

"Yes... yes I have"

"Then get some good shots of Laura and me... like now... real good ones"

Terry smiled to himself, he was pleased with himself, he'd achieved what he had set out to do, he'd snared both the husband and more important the wife. The details he could leave until later, right now he had some serious fucking to do.

Laura just couldn't get enough of Terry as he twisted and maneuvered her body from one position to the next. Her tits swayed, her flesh rippled and trembled in response to his thrusts. Her moans, sighs and screams said it all. She loved his cock and what he could do with it. She looked into his face, at times a frightened look, like a young schoolgirl getting it for the first time, then the smile and the look of shear delight and ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her. Now he was fully on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his body, holding him tight. It was time to go for the finale... he could hold back no longer... he had to cum and cum soon.

"Hey John... can I cum inside her... can I just let it all go?" he asked

"Er... yes... yes... I guess so" said John

"Oh honey... I'm going to be cuming real soon... when I unload, it's going to be a big one, your tight pussy is going to know what its like to be filled"

The thrusts were now fast and at the critical stage. Faster... faster... faster, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh, slap... slap... slap, then, one big final deep thrust and three pulsing moments later and Terry's warm sperm was filling Laura's warm, wet pussy.

Terry now spent and a little exhausted, collapsed on top of Laura. Laura's legs still tightly wrapped around Terry's body.

Terry had disengaged himself; he was now standing at the foot of the bed looking down at Laura, her legs still apart, cum now starting to dribble from the pulverized slit. He turned to John.