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"What is it?" Chad asked, taking his glass and giving it a sniff.
"A special, local concoction. We call it the 'Caribbean baby maker", he said, chuckling.
"I don't want that!" Taylor cried out, pushing her glass away.
The bartender pushed it back, looking her in the eyes and smiling. "One is safe. Two is the best night of your life. But three? Baby!"
They all laughed. "You're not going to make us drink alone, are you?" Taylor instigated, sniffing her own drink.
The bartender looked left and right. The resort was deserted and quiet. "I...We aren't supposed to drink on the clock."
"You just said you were closing up. So pour yourself one, and join us. There must be some lucky lady on this island who would enjoy."
The bartender laughed, checking the area around again, and filling a glass for himself. They all clinked their glasses, offering a 'cheers,' before taking a first sip.
The first sip, and Taylor felt her lips tingle. A second, and she swore she could feel her breasts swell in her dress. A third, and all of her was tingling.
Looking at the bartender, she suddenly realized how attractive he was. She wasn't typically attracted to black men, but he was gorgeous. Tall, strong, muscular. Some lucky lady indeed.
Taylor leaned forward, twirling her empty glass for more. The bartender laughed. "Be careful," he said, "you won't be able to control yourself." He refilled all three glasses, before putting the bottle away.
"So what lucky lady will be the recipient of all this?" Taylor asked. The bartender shook his head.
"No lucky lady. I'm early shift tomorrow. I'll be staying on-resort."
"Do they give you a room?" Taylor asked.
"Not a room, exactly. We have a dorm. More like a hut. It gets the job done."
"Poor baby has no place to stay," she teased, before continuing to drink her drink.
They chatted for a while longer - the bartender wasn't from the island at all, but was a college student from New York, pouring drinks for tourists to make some tuition money. His name was Bryce.
Eventually, he excused himself to run some things up to the main bar. The instant he was gone, Taylor turned to her husband, placing her hand on his knee.
"What do you think?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
Chad returned the gaze, his eyes hazy. "He's very funny. I like him."
"I know," Taylor said, her inhibitions eliminated by the mystery booze, "but what do you THINK?" she asked again.
Chad looked confused, until suddenly it hit him. "OH! You mean..."
"Yeah," Taylor said, stroking his leg. "It could be fun. Don't you think? It's been a while, and we had so much fun last time."
She studied Chad's eyes, his drunken brain working through the question. He was just about to speak, when the bartender reappeared.
"Bryce, sweetie, I just can't stand the thought of you sleeping in some shitty dorm."
Bryce waved her away. "I do it all the time."
"We were thinking," Taylor stared, undeterred, putting her hand back on Chad's leg, "you might join us for a night cap."
Bryce paused for a moment before responding. "The bars are all closed."
"No, back in our room. Our SUITE," she replied, emphasizing. "We have one of the emperors suites, way off and private."
"We really aren't allowed to do that," Bryce said.
"We can walk along the beach. It's empty. They'll never know."
"Well aren't you the naughty one," Bryce teased, before stealing a glance at Chad.
"You should join us," Chad said. Taylor felt her body tingle as he did.
Bryce stood quietly for a moment, before nodding. "One drink," he half-protested, giving in.
Taylor clapped, slamming back the rest of her drink. "Let's go!"
A moment later, the bar lights were turned off, and they were making their way, the three of them, down the empty beach.
*****
The emperor suite was its own little building, way down at the far end of the resort. Palm trees lined the far side, a tall wall shielding the walk-in, private pool from anyone's view. It was truly private, with a perfect view of the beach and sea. As they arrived, Chad pushed the door open, holding it for all.
Taylor led them into the room, clicking on the lights.
"I've never been in one of these," Bryce mumbled, following her.
"Babe," Taylor called out, "pour us a drink, would you?"
Chad swept behind the bar, pulling a bottle of whisky out and pour three aggressive glasses. Moving to the living room, he handed one to Chad. Turning, he couldn't find his wife.
"Where'd she..." Chad asked.
"I don't know. Disappeared." Bryce replied, taking the glass and grimacing as he took a sip.
"Gonna be weird, just the two of us," Chad laughed, trying to defuse the awkwardness.
Taylor reappeared. Standing in the doorway, her hips cocked to one side, she was dressed in a tiny, emerald green bikini.
"Boys," she said, soaking in the silence of their silent reply. "How about a little dip?"
She walked past them wordlessly. She could feel their eyes on her ass, as she passed, sliding open the patio door and slowly descending, glass in hand, into the pool.
"I don't have a suit," Bryce replied, unconvincingly.
"Underwear is the same, isn't it babe?" Taylor prompted.
"Sure is," Chad replied.
Bryce stood up, tentatively. Turning to Chad and getting an encouraging nod, he pulled his shirt over his head. Sitting back down, he pulled off his black slacks, moving in his black boxer briefs into the dim light of the patio.
It was illuminated in a soft blue, just the light from the pool. Slowly, he moved down into the pool, Taylor backing up to give him room.
She took a long pull from her glass, locking eyes with Bryce. He towered over her.
"I'm not sure we actually need these," she said, striding forward confidently and taking his glass from him. Setting them on the wall of the pool, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him in.
He was tentative at first - she could feel his confusion - but before long, they were kissing passionately. His lips were different than any she'd ever felt. They were firm and thick, but his kissing was expert. She felt herself getting extremely turned on.
They made out for a while, until Taylor felt a little guilty Chad couldn't see. Pushing her way past Bryce, she took him by the hand, leading him back out of the pool and into the living room.
Chad and turned down the lights, and the room had a romantic glow. Pulling Bryce by the hand, she took Chad's hand as well, and led them both into the bedroom.
The bedroom was enormous, with a large king sized bed in the middle of the room. Taylor released Chad's hand, and led Bryce to the bed. She turned and pushed him back down onto the edge of it, where he sat tentatively.
"You ok, babe?" she asked, not looking at her husband.
"Have fun," he replied, from somewhere across the room.
Taylor stayed facing Chad, reaching behind her and untying her top. It fell off, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were perked up from the pool, pointing right at Bryce.
She watched him gasp, as she moved forward, straddling his legs and sitting down on his knees, facing him.
He stared at her tits, reaching up and gently touching them. Looking nervously at Chad for a moment, he went back to them. Leaning forward, he put his mouth on one, sucking on her nipple.
Taylor moaned, encouraging him. He sucked on her tits so nicely, she found herself grinding on his lap.
She stopped him, pulling his face to kiss her. He shifted below her, moving her forward on his lap. Leaning back, she showed him her tits again. He continued to play with them.
Glancing down, she noticed the bulge in his wet shorts for the first time. She had to see it.
Sliding off his lap, she moved down to the floor. On her knees, she moved between his, leaning forward and kissing his six pack abs. He ran his hands through her hair, as she kissed up and down his body.
Taylor looped her fingers into the band of his shorts. She looked up, and watched as Bryce again looked nervously at Chad, before lifting his hips. She pulled his shorts down.
What was left behind made her gasp.
"Baby," she said tentative, almost scared. She'd never seen anything like it.
Wrapping her fingers around it, she pulled it up to examine. "I thought they were only this size in the movies," she said, more to herself than anyone else.
Slowly, she stroked it, watching as it grew thicker and fuller. Her hand couldn't even fit all the way around it. She was transfixed by its size. By its girth. By its black as night color.
"Baby," she said again. "Can you see it?"
Chad mumbled from across the room.
Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up his shaft. He tasted different than anyone she'd known before. Licking the tip, she wrapped her lips around it.
She could only take the smallest amount. It was too much for her mouth. But she tried her best. wrapping her hand around it and jerking it into her mouth.
Bryce moaned softly, as she licked back down the shaft, sucking on his balls, and then returning to the head. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her.
"Spit on it," he commanded. Taylor removed it from her mouth, looking up at him, and then spitting on the tip. Using her hand, she smeared it all over him, before returning to sucking on him.
She continued to blow him for a while, enjoying the sensation. Then she stopped, stroking him as she looked up into his eyes.
"Do you have a condom?" She asked.
Bryce shook his head no. She felt her heart drop.
"Babe, do you?" She asked.
"Why would I..." Chad said. She thought he sounded disappointed, too.
Taylor sat back, disappointed. "Babe," she said, pouting. Staring up at Bryce, still rock hard, she wasn't sure what to do.
But then, she had an idea.
"What if," she said, turning to her husband. "What if we just don't put it in?"
Chad sat still for a moment. "I think...I think that would be ok."
Taylor rose to her feet. "Perfect," she said, locking eyes with Bryce, Untying her bottoms, she dropped them the floor. She watched as Bryce looked down at her shaved pussy, glistening and wet.
She took a step forward, putting a hand on each knee. Slowly, she slithered up his body, putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back onto the bed.
Bryce laid back, as Taylor climbed atop him. Sitting back, she felt his huge cock press against her pussy. She moaned as she sat up, using it to separate her lips. Slowly, she started grinding back and forth on it.
His cock was so warm and thick, it fit between her lips perfectly. Pressing forward, she ground her clit into it, using it to pleasure herself.
Bryce groaned as he held her by the tits, then grabbing her hips and pushing her down onto him. Her clit was just against the tip of his cock.
Her hips bucked against him, moving faster and faster.
Puling herself up and leaning forward, she laid down onto his chest, kissing him. She felt Bryce adjust himself, pointing his cock into the air, and grinding it against her slit. She moaned loudly as he moved it up and down.
Each time he pushed down into the bed, she could feel the tip against her hole. Her body was desperate. She knew she was losing control.
Breaking their kiss, she reached between her legs, grabbing ahold of it. She turned to look at Chad.
"Baby," she said. He was across the room, naked, stroking himself.
"Baby," she said again. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he replied, continuing to stroke his cock.
She kept looking at him, grasping Bryce with her hand. "Baby, I'm sorry."
Taylor pushed the tip against her body. Like a miracle, it slid right in, her dripping wet, desperate pussy stretching to take him.
"FUUUCCCCKKK" she cried out, as her body accommodated his massive size.
Bryce put his hands on her ass, guiding her as she started to slide up and down his rock hard cock. She could feel herself coating him, covering him in her juices. They fucked slowly, the warmth of his unprotected dick feeling so nice inside her.
She started to moan louder and louder as she took more and more, until she was able to sit upright, his cock buried in her pussy. Adjusting to squat, she bounced on him, up and down, her tits jumping up and down.
Taylor screamed out as her pussy clamped down on him, her body shaking in a thunderous orgasm.
"Baby, so big...it's so good," she cried out.
Bryce lifted her off of him, tossing her to the side. Obediently, her body still shaking, she climbed up onto all fours. Turning to face her husband, she stared at him as Bryce reentered her from behind.
"Oh fuck. Too big!" she screamed, as he slid in.
Bryce started to fuck her from behind, forcing her to take more with each thrust.
"Baby, I love his cock. It's so big and thick," she moaned, before collapsing forward and burying her face in the sheets. Grasping the bed desperately, she held on as he fucked her from behind.
"Use me," she gasped, her body shaking. "Take it all. Fuck my pussy so good."
Bryce held her by the hips, their bodies slapping together with each trust deep into her. He moaned, pulling himself out, slapping his dick on her puckered asshole.
"Roll over," he commanded, tossing her onto her back.
Climbing atop, he put her legs on his shoulder and bent them back, plunging himself into her.
Taylor moaned louder and louder, crying out as he jackhammered into her, his perfect body rising and falling above her. She grabbed him by the neck, pulling him down towards her.
"Give it all to me. Use me to make yourself cum," she cried out.
"Do you want me to fill you up?" Bryce grunted, his face starting to twist.
Taylor shook her head desperately. She suddenly realized how vulnerable she was. She suddenly realized how out of control she was.
She suddenly realized another man could breed her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Bryce grunted, pulling himself free and stroking his cock. With a loud moan, he erupted all over her stomach, her hips, and directly onto her pussy. The bright white cum coming out of his black cock was one of the most erotic things she'd ever seen.
He sat back on the bed, panting and gasping for air. She felt a pair of hands on the side of her head, pulling her to the side. Chad was perched over her, practically shoving his cock into her mouth. He reached down, playing with her clit, then putting his fingers in her well-fucked pussy.
Taylor felt herself start to climax as he massaged her g-spot, his cock hard and full in her mouth. She moaned into him, her pleasure muffled by her husband's cock.
She felt his swell, just as she was starting to cum. Incredibly, they orgasmed together, her pussy soaking his fingers, her body shaking, as his cock pumped a huge, thick load into her mouth.
It felt like the both climaxed forever. They cried out in married unison, their bodies shaking.
Finally, he fell back, his cock growing limp and it fell from her mouth. Taylor panted, her heart still racing, her body electric from what she'd just done.
Looking left and right, she realized Bryce was gone.
"Babe?" she asked.
Then she saw him, his clothes gathered up, hustling past the door to the bedroom. A second later, they heard the door open and close. He was gone.
Taylor fell back, into her husband's arms. Their vacation was off to the perfect start.
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