We were spending our third wedding anniversary on this sun-drenched Caribbean island. It was wonderful— sensuous moonlit tropical nights with the surf lapping at the shore; days around the pool and hanging out at the beach bar. It was intoxicating.

Now we were in our cottage with the stranger that we had met at the bar. John, my husband, and I had become acquainted with him when we were enjoying our rum drinks and found him pleasant and charming. We invited him to join us for dinner, and he readily accepted.

While we were showering and dressing for dinner, John remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said not really but that wasn’t quite true, as he was quite handsome.

After Keith joined us, we had a delightful island dinner, followed by music provided by a steel drum band. We had more drinks, and soon the men were taking turns dancing with me. As the evening wore on, I found that Keith was holding me closer as we danced, close enough that I could feel his thighs pressing against mine, and close enough that I could feel a beginning erection.

It was exciting, feeling the desire in this handsome stranger, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the rum drinks and enchantment of this island was having an effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband.

When it was time to leave, John invited him back to the room for a nightcap (as if we didn’t have enough already), and I wondered why he invited him this time of night. He readily accepted, and now the three of us were lounging around in our cottage enjoying another drink. John was leaning back in an armchair, appearing sleepy but still aware, and Keith was sitting beside me on our bed.

My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the lights so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. No response from John, so the stranger kissed me again. I was sure that he was aware of what was happening, so why didn’t he say something?

After another kiss, he swung me around so that I was lying flat on the bed with this stranger beside me, holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards John—I knew he could see, even though we were in shadow, but he said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to find out.

When he began to unbutton my blouse, I did nothing, and I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra, which opened in the front. I allowed another long kiss, and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. I was flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events. I looked at my husband again—I could see his eyes, but I couldn’t see his expression. I couldn’t believe this scene that was unfolding, and I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t saying anything. Did he want this stranger to make love to me?

Everything about this island, this setting, the distance from home, and the drinks we had consumed lent itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be getting to all of us. The stranger was caressing my nipples with his fingertips till they stiffened, and then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts, and I was becoming more and more aroused.

I wondered if my husband had an erection—the stranger certainly did—I was very aware of the pressure against my leg.

His fingers dipped down to my knees, sliding under my skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my slip and skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart, his hand now between them, stroking and caressing them, finally pressing against my panties.

I felt myself moistening, becoming more aroused as his fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, finding my moistness. I moaned softly when his finger moved in me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again when his finger found my clitoris.

I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his trousers and underwear, and I thought now John is going to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to him, “Don’t strip me.” But he whispered back, “I’ve got to take these off,” meaning my panties.

John was leaning forward trying to hear what we were whispering. Did he want us to go ahead? Did he want to see this stranger doing it to me? I could feel his very hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close to doing it with this man-being penetrated by him.

I raised my hips to allow him to pull my slip and skirt up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waistband of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off, and now open to him.

He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light, now pulling his chair closer to us.

There was no way now that we could stop, and I lifted and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed the huge head of his cock against me, moistening the tip before beginning to push. I felt myself opening to the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. At that moment I came, trying to stifle my groans as I shuddered.

He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me, gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully impaled on this huge cock, giving a hoarse cry. It was done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering me—I wish I could see if he was as hard as this stranger, but I knew he wasn’t this big.

He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me, finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling out each time, then thrusting in me, pushing against my cervix and uterus.