Restricted Travel Pt. 1


   Until a little while ago I would have described my life as average. 
Good, but maybe not great.  My name is Theo Miller and my lovely wife is
Dot Miller.  Before, I would describe our marriage on the plus side of
good. Maybe, even very good.



   I work at a company in upper management and I make a good living.  Dot
works at home as a computer design specialist for a major company.  Dot and
I have no children and we live a frugal life so we have some money in
savings and some in stocks.  Not too shabby for a couple in their mid
thirties, huh?  We've been married nearly ten years.



   I thought she was a knock-out the day I met her, but Dot has just gotten
better looking with age.  Dot works to keep her girlish figure and has
browbeaten me until I also workout and watch my diet.  We usually take a
run in the morning before I go to work and go to the gym at least one night
a week.



   Our sex life has always been great.  Dot is an adventurous lady and I
haven't found any aspect of sex that she wasn't ready for.  She will
happily suck me to completion and swallow my cum.  Often she will instigate
anal sex.  She is a little bit of an exhibitionist and loves to were sexy
clothes.  That works out well for me because I love to show her off.  Her
thirty-six C breasts always catches a lot of attention because on her five
foot-four frame they look almost too big for her.  They are natural, by the
way.  Her nipples are puffy with big areolas and are super sensitive.



   We did the wife swapping thing a few times, but I didn't really care
much for it.  Dot and I found that we preferred male-male-female
threesomes. Not that we did that very much because of the risk of someone
talking out of turn, but I always got a thrill out of watching Dot please
another man and then joining in on the fun.  By the way, I'm not the least
bit gay or even bi.  I don't have any objection in touching another man in
the course of fucking my wife, but that's it.



   For Christmas last year my company had a big party and one of the
door-prizes was a vacation trip for two to Lembagos.  It's a small island
in the Caribbean that's a bit off the beaten path.  They drew Dot's number.
Honestly I wasn't that thrilled, but one shouldn't look a gift horse in the
mouth.  It also came with two weeks off that didn't count against my
vacation time.  I got on line and tried to find out something about
Lembagos.



   There wasn't much information available, but what there was sounded
pretty good.  The photos indicated it was a tropical paradise.  The idea of
leaving ice, snow, and cold wind in favor of warm tropical beaches didn't
sound so bad.



   Lembagos is an independent country and actually consists of five larger
islands and a host of smaller ones.  According to what I could find the
leader is called president, but is actually a dictator.  There was one
disturbing note.  The State Department's site tag a warning that travel
should not be made to Lembagos.  I wondered about it, but finally decided
that my company wouldn't send us on vacation to a dangerous country and
that the warning must be old and just not resented.



   Anyway, we decided to take off in January when the winter weather was at
it worst.  I got a funny look when I applied for our visas.  The guy at the
desk asked me twice if I was sure I wanted to go to Lembagos.  I assured
him that it was exactly where I wanted to go.  He shook his head and
finished up the paper work



   It took a total of six airplanes to get us to Lembagos.  The last two
were little puddle jumpers, but we arrived at Lembagos International
Airport.  A pretentious name for a run-down terminal and one east-west
runway.



   We were greeted, if I can used the word, by a surly customs agent.  The
customs agent demanded to know why we were coming to his island and looked
shocked when I said we were on vacation.  He stamped our visas and bid us a
good day.  Actually he just snarled at us while giving my wife a blatant
lewd stare.



   The taxi that took us to our hotel was a vintage Ford station wagon. 
I'm guessing late fifties or early sixties model.  The driver didn't
understand enough English to tell me.  He may not have known, but it was
older than the driver by several years.



   The hotel desk clerk, an older man, looked shocked when we approached
the desk.  After an exhaustive search he found out reservations, but still
looked surprised that we actually showed up.



   The five story hotel was fairly new.  Not more than four or five years
old to my untrained eye.  Our four room suite was huge and well furnished.
We had no more than shut the door when the manager, Mister Hugo, arrived
bearing gifts.  A big basket of fruit, two bottles of local wine and a big
bottle of rum.  Those gifts made him welcome for sure.



   Like everyone else we had seen on the island, Mister Hugo was black.  He
seemed curious as to why we picked Lembagos for a vacation.  I told him we
won the vacation as a door prize.  I don't think he understood even though
he spoke excellent English.



   I think Mister Hugo was perhaps distracted by Dot.  He couldn't take his
eyes off of my beautiful wife and I certainly couldn't blame him at all. 
After about fifteen minutes of making us welcome, telling us about the
island and other local lore, and mostly ogling Dot, he left us telling us
to enjoy our stay.



   "Nude beach?" Dot said after he left us.  "This just gets better and
better, doesn't it?" She had a twinkle in her eye.  "Lets go exploring."



   The advertisement I saw in the internet said Lembagos was the pearl of
the Caribbean.  Maybe it was diamond.some jewel, anyway.  They were not
kidding.  It was beautiful.  The sand was white, the sky cobalt blue, and
the water was as clear as crystal.



   One thing we noticed on our venture was the lack of European and North
American visitors.  There were a lot of South Americans of all hues from
very dark to a light coffee color.  It was interesting to notice that the
men all seemed to be a lot older then their companions.  Dot remarked that
it was nice of the men to bring their young daughters with them.  Somehow I
didn't think that was the case.



   We found a spot on the beach and before we could sit down a young black
man delivered two beach chairs for us to use.  Another young man brought
two tall drinks.  They were some kind of tropical punch and were potent but
delicious.



   Dot and I were overdressed for the beach so we removed out shorts and
shirts and lay back to enjoy the sun.  We had hardly got undressed when one
of the two beachboys brought sun blocker.  He warned us that the sun and
reflections could cause a severe burn.  He seemed disappointed that I put
the blocker on Dot instead of him.  Apparently he was concerned that I
wouldn't do it right because he stayed to watch me coat her beautiful naked
body.



   Not being used to the bright hot sun we didn't stay on the beach long.
Back in our room we showered, took a nap, and then got ready for dinner.



   It soon became apparent that the predominate language was Spanish so it
was a good thing that Dot was fairly fluent.  One of her college roommates
was from Mexico and she picked up the language from the roommate.  She was
a little rusty, but was soon back in the swing.  I'm only good in Mexican
restaurants where they are tolerant of my feeble attempts.



   Dot and I got a lot of curious glances from the other people in the
dining room.  I suspected that it was because Dot was stunning and I was as
pale as a ghost.  The waiter asked Dot if we planned to stay for the
festival and after learning that it was coming up the next weekend she told
him we planned be there.



   The next morning Dot and I went down to the beach.  Dot took a beach
blanket and she lay on the blanket beside me.  I was aware we had a visitor
when his shadow fell across me.  I opened my eyes to see a naked, large,
light skin black man staring at Dot.  He started talking to her and I could
only understand a few words.  When she answered he smiled and knelt down
beside her.  I asked Dot to tell me what was going on.



   "His name is Raul," she said.  "He's a guest also.  He said my breasts
are works of art," she added with a giggle.  "Should I tell him I think his
dick is a work of art also?"



   I don't know if I would consider his cock art, but the damned this was
big enough to have guts of its own.  I'm not a short dick man, but around a
cock that size I could easily be made to feel that way.  I sport six and a
half inches and Raul's cock had to be at least another two inches longer
and it wasn't even hard.



   "Only if you see something you like and would like to have," I said. 
Raul seemed to be following out conversation so I suspected he understood
English just fine.  "Talk to him in English," I suggested.



   "Raul," Dot said, "How long have you been on the island?"



   "Only a few days," he responded in a heavy accented, but understandable
English.  "I will stay through the festival for sure.  Maybe longer," he
added with a shrug "You are from the States?" Dot told him we were and told
him a little about where in the States.  "I have been to Miami and
Chicago," he said.  "I like the States." He looked at me.  "You have the
most beautiful women in America.  It is good." He looked back at Dot.  "You
are the most beautiful of all." He then said something in Spanish.  I
looked at Dot waiting on a translation.



   "He said I have a beautiful pussy," she said with a giggle.  Well, I
couldn't argue with that.  Her hairless pussy was beautiful.



   "Please, may I touch it?" Raul asked reaching out to caress her mound
letting his finger slip into her fold.  Hell, I thought he could have at
least waited on an answer to his question.  Dot's moan of pleasure probably
encouraged him to dig a little deeper.



   "Your woman is very tight," he said to me.  "I think I shall fit into
her very well, but first I must taste her." He pushed her legs father apart
and literately dove on her pussy.  Apparently nude bathing wasn't the only
thing allowed on the beach.



   Raul's cunt lapping attracted some other people.  When I managed to tear
my eyes away from him eating my wife, I saw that there were six or seven
other people watching Dot get eaten.  Most were men, but a few were women.
One of the men, a blocky black man came and knelt down beside me.



   "Is he going to fuck her here?" he asked in passable English.  I
shrugged trying to convey my ignorance.  I felt as if it were a pretty good
bet the way things were going and the fact that Dot was thrashing around
like a woman possessed.  We didn't have to wait for an answer very long.



   "I will fuck you now," Raul said lifting his wet face from her pussy. 
"Would you like that?"



   "Yes!  Please do!" Dot answered, tugging on him to reposition.  He got
between her spread legs and put the tip of his now very hard cock to her
pussy.  She was guiding him into her and lifted her hips up to help him.  I
had to relocate to see his black hard cock disappear into her white
hairless cunt.  Of course I had seen other cocks in Dot, but this was the
first black one and by far the largest one.



   It was totally unreal.  A black stranger was fucking my wife while a
bunch of other strangers watched.  The crowd had grown considerably and
some were shouting instructions or encouragement to Raul.  He was fucking
her hard and fast and she was also yelling encouragement.



   He came with a mighty groan and his cum leaked out around his still
embedded cock.  He slowly withdrew his much softer cock and rolled off of
Dot.  I was thinking I might mount her, but I was too slow.  The man who
asked me about the fucking jumped on her, shoving his hard, but much
smaller cock in her.  The unknown number two man fucked her hard and fast
and when he came he was replaced by a third.



   Before Dot complained of being tired a total of seven men fucked her. 
It took me and one of the beach boys to get her to our room.  We got some
amused looks as we half carried Dot to the room.  The lad and I put her in
the shower and let the cold water cascaded over her.  He had been one of
the fuckers so a tip wasn't really necessary, but I did anyway and
dismissed him.



   "Oh my God!" Dot said when I went back into the bathroom.  "What kind of
place is this?  I love it!" I got the cum and sand washed off of her and
left her to do the internal cleaning.  That beach gang-bang had been the
wildest thing I had ever witnessed in my life and all before lunch.



   Apparently getting gang-banged on the beach was good for the appetite,
because Dot ate with a robust appetite.



   "How was your first gang-bang?" I asked her when she was through
consuming every morsel of food from both our plates.



   "How many were there?" she asked.  I told her that I thought it was
seven, but I wasn't sure.  "The first four or five were great," she said.
"After that it wasn't as much fun.  I'll tell you that getting sand in your
twat ain't no fun." She laughed.  "Now, I'd like to go shopping."



   "I guess that would just top the morning off," I said as we walked down
the sandy road to the village.  "How was your first black dick?"



   "Good," she answered.  "In fact very good.  I wouldn't mind having Raul
again someplace other than the beach.  Like a nice soft bed.  Where were
you while I was getting fucked?"



   "I was watching and trying to stay out of the way," I told her.  "There
wasn't room for me in the mix." She squeezed my hand and assured me that I
could have some pussy later, but not on the beach.



   Dot and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping in the hundreds of
small shops designed to separate the traveler and his money.  Since it was
late we decided to eat dinner in one of the restaurants in the village. 
That was where we met Harold and Rita.



   Harold and Rita Milligan were British expatriates now living in
Colombia. They offered to let us sit with them in the crowded restaurant.
Harold looked to be fiftyish and Rita somewhere north of forty.  They both
looked fit and Rita had an impressive chest even beside Dot.



   "Americans?" Rita asked.  "I thought travel was restricted for you
Yanks."



   "No, I guess not," I answered.  "We applied for a visa and they gave
them to us."



   "I'm sure glad they did," Dot said.  "This is a wonderful place.  I love
it and I'm surprised that there aren't more Europeans and North Americans
here."



   "Frankly, my dear, your government and the Lembagos government don't
exactly see eye to eye.  I dare say you and your husband are the first
Yanks in over twenty years to visit.  Have you met President Luis?" Harold
asked.



   "No, we don't exactly run in presidential circles," I answered laughing
at the ridiculous idea.



   "If you stay long enough your beautiful wife will attract him," he
responded giving Dot a careful appraisal.  "Rita was invited to a party at
the Government House our first year here."



   "Yes indeed I was," Rita stated proudly.  "Don't pass up the opportunity
if it comes your way," she said to Dot.



   "I dare say you'll enjoy it also, Theo," Harold said with a smirk. 
"Jolly good fun for all.  President Luis fancies white women and there are
precious few on this island."



   During our conversation we learned that the government owned the hotel
and most of the shops in town.  We also learned that most of the guest came
from drug producing countries in South America.  I read between the lines
and figured out that President Luis turned a blind eye to ill gotten gain.
Probably even put some into his own bank account in the government owned
bank.  That alone would make him a State Department undesirable.  Suddenly
I wasn't too sure we should stay there.  While I was considering these
things Harold and Rita were inviting us to join them at a special club that
night.



   "What kind of 'special' club?' I asked, trying to catch up with the
on-going conversation.



   "It's special because there are no restrictions," Rita said.  "Good
music and there is always a show.  The shows are usually unplanned."



   "You would call it an 'anything goes' place," Harold offered.  "A sex
club would accurately describes it, I think." I wasn't sure about it, but
Dot wanted to go so we agreed to meet the Milligan's later that evening.



   The club was simply called Club and another vintage taxi took us there.
Rita and Harold were waiting for us at the entrance and escorted us to a
nice table near the stage.  A rock group was hammering out some really bad
rock music.  The interior of the club was nice.  It looked like any one of
ten thousand clubs around the world.



   The waitress' were all young pretty Latinas and all were nude or at
least topless.  The customer base was mostly men with a sprinkling of
women. Rita and Dot were the only two women who weren't dark skinned. 
Harold and I were the only two men with light colored skin.



   From what I could tell over the racket the band was making the
predominate language was Spanish.



   For the first hour or so there was little going on.  The first band was
replaced by another that was a little better, but not much.  There was a
strip tease that seemed out of place with all the naked or near naked
waitresses.  It was about ten o'clock when things got down and dirty.



   A low bed of sorts was brought out on the stage and a young couple came
out and fucked without a lot of enthusiasm.  Next there were two women who
staged a lesbian show.  It wasn't bad but still was lacking in enthusiasm
or passion.  Over the next two hours there was a variety of sex shows.  One
with two women and a man and a couple with two men and a woman.



   "I heard you put a show on the beach this morning," Rita said to Dot
during a lull.  "That should get the president's attention.  I don't care
for fucking in the sand, myself.  There's just no way you can keep the sand
out."



   "I'm not a fan either," Dot said laughing.  "Not after this morning
anyway."



   About midnight things really cranked up.  There was a deep throbbing
drum beat and a giant black man walked out onto the stage, stopped, and
posed showing off his unnaturally big cock.  It was hard and jutting
straight out from his huge body.



   "That's Zeno," Rita said in a hushed tone of voice.



   "I give up," I said.  "What the hell is a Zeno?"



   "I don't know for a fact," she confided.  "I heard that he works for
President Luis.  Body guard or some such.  My God, he's big!"



   Two men led a coffee colored woman to the stage and lifted her up.  Zeno
took her and lifted her the rest of the way onto the stage.  The woman
barely came up to his chest and she looked terrified.  Zeno, without a
change of expression, ripped her simple dress from her and made short work
of her underclothes.  Naked, she looked even smaller.  When she was naked,
he picked her up as if she were weightless and put her on the bed.



   "Surely he isn't going to put that monster in her, is he?" Rita asked. I
didn't answer, but I was pretty sure that was exactly what he was going to
do.  The giant got on his knees and put his face to the woman's pussy. 
Even from several feet away I could hear her gasp as the big man started to
eat her cunt.  I glanced at Dot who had her eyes glued to the scene.



   The big black man brought the woman to a screaming climax with his mouth
then he mounted her.  It took him nearly five minutes to get all of his
huge cock in her, but he persevered.  The woman was screaming and thrashing
about under the weight of the man as he relentlessly fucked her.  If she
had wanted mercy, she didn't get any.  He fucked her on top then switched
to dog fashion.  By that time the woman was constantly moaning as the big
black cock hammered in and out of her.



   We could see cum leaking out of the woman's pussy with every thrust and
parry of his black rod.  Whoever the woman was, she was getting a royal
fucking.  When Zeno pulled his cock out, a gush of his seed followed.  The
woman lay, totally spent, her legs sprayed open.  Zeno gave her a glance
and strutted off the stage.  Two women came out and helped the poor woman
off.



   Harold and I discussed the spectacle, but both Rita and Dot were
strangely silent.  Both of the women were flushed and were sweating. 
Finally Rita broke their silence.



   "How large was that thing?" she asked "It had to be at least twenty-five
centimeters." I could see Dot converting that into inches and then nod.



   "Yes, ten inches at least," she agreed.  "And thick as my wrist," she
added.  She started to say something else when she stopped and looked up at
the spiffy dressed man who stood by our table.



   "Hello, I'm Carlo.  I'm a special assistant to President Luis.  I am, at
his bidding, inviting you, Mister and Mrs.  Miller to the Government house
tomorrow afternoon.  A car will come for you at two o'clock.  The President
would be most distress if you didn't come." He turned and strolled away.



   "Damn, you're in," Rita said unable to hide the envy in her voice.  "You
are in for a treat, Dot.  A real treat.  Just do not anger Fritz."



   "Who's Fritz?" Dot and I asked at the same time.



   "He works for the president.  body man or something," Harold said
touching a small scar beside his mouth.  "To not piss him off is very good
advice."



   "What should we expect?" Dot asked.



   "I certainly don't want to spoil the surprise," Rita said with a big
grin.  "I'll just say this much.President Luis is a hedonist of the first
water.  Too much is just not enough for him.and his collection of people.
My advise is to get lots of rest before you go to the Government House and
be prepared for a long afternoon of sexual escapades.  We keep coming back
hoping to be invited to the Government House," she added wistfully.  Harold
patted her hand and told her that her time would come again.



   Later, back at the hotel, I mentioned to Dot that I wasn't sure about
accepting the invitation from President Luis.  She laughed at my
reservations and told me we couldn't snub the president.

   ***



   The car that came for us was newer than the taxis we had encountered. 
It was a Mercedes a couple years old, but in excellent shape.  The driver
was a smallish dark skinned man who spoke little, but smiled a lot.



   It was called Government House, but it was actually a palace.  Just no
other word for it.  Not as grand as some of the oil rich potentates, but
mighty close.  The driver drove slow up the long sweeping drive so that we
could be suitably impressed.  Hell, I would have been impressed with a
photo of the place.



   Inside was just as impressive.  Apparently nothing was too good for
President Luis.  Dot and I were escorted to a huge room.  There were pool
tables and other games things.  Several leather couches and chairs were
scattered about and there was a long bar along one wall.  We were in the
den, I assumed.  A short dark man wearing white pants and a white shirt
opened to his belly approaching us with his hand outstretched.



   "Ah, Mister and Mrs.  Miller," he said taking my hand briefly and
dismissing me from his attention.  "How good of you to come.  " His English
was heavily accented, but understandable.  Of the various skin tones on the
Island, President Luis was of the lighter variety.  "I am Andres Luis, but
you should call me Andy.  All of my friends do.  We are going to become
good friends, are we not?" Again he briefly included me in his speech.  It
didn't bother me very much.  I'm used to being glanced at while Dot is
being stared at.  Just goes with the territory I guess.



   "Come and meet my other guests," he said taking Dot's arm.  There were
four other men in the room.  The first one was introduced as Simon
something.  The next one was Gustavo Trujillo, I think.  The last man was
the blackest man I have ever seen.  His name was Fritz.  Black and big and
he stared at Dot like a snake spotting it's prey.  I felt a tremor of
apprehension wash over me.  President Andy said Fritz was the Minister of
Entertainment.  I don't think he was joking.



   Dot didn't seem to have any apprehensions about anything.  She smiled
and took Fritz's hand when he offered it.  He held on to her hand longer
than the other men had.  President Luis guided us to the bar and handed us
both a glass of some kind of fruit punch.  It was good, but when I
finished, my mouth was slightly numb.  Fritz moved behind the bar and
refilled out glasses.



   "Are you enjoying your stay in our country?" President Andy asked Dot.
She gushed about the beauty of the island and how nice the people were. 
"Good," he said.  "I understand you have taken advantage of our
unrestricted beaches.  Did you enjoy your encounter yesterday morning?" It
seemed like longer ago that Dot had been gang fucked on the beech.



   "Yes," Dot said with a slight blush.  "It was, ah.interesting.  How did
you know about it?"



   "There's very little going on in my country that I don't know about
sooner or later," Andy said with a laugh.  "Everyone is on the alert for
interesting people.  I reward their diligence.  They know that I'm always
eager to learn of fun loving women," he turned to me.  "And of course their
husbands.  Did you also enjoy the encounter, Theo?  May I call you by your
first name?" He didn't wait for permission and I got the impression he
never waited for permission.  "I also like to see a woman being given
pleasure.  I especially like to see a very white woman being pleasured by a
black man.  Does that thrill you, Theo?"



   I don't know why he asked me questions because he didn't wait for an
answer.  He turned back to Dot and took the hand that wasn't holding the
glass of punch.  He let his eyes roam up and down her body.



   "You are a very beautiful woman, Dot," he said, taking the glass from
her and sitting it on the bar.  "Please stand and let me look at you." Dot
got off the stool and stood beside it.  She was wearing a simple sun dress
that buttoned in front.  Simple, but expensive.  Since I watched her get
dressed I knew she was wearing a set of tiny white lacy panties and a sheer
bra.  President Andy deftly unbuttoned the dress and slipped it from her
shoulders.  "Magnificent!" Andy said when she was down to the panties and
bra.  "Absolutely breath-taking, my dear." He was one hundred percent
correct.  Dot was indeed breath-taking.  Her thirty-six C breasts were
almost visible through the sheer material of her bra.  The outline of her
nipples was clearly visible.  "Show us your wonderful tits, Dot," he
commanded.



   Dot glanced at me and unsnapped the bra releasing her breasts.  I could
tell from her harden nipples that she was aroused.  She didn't wait for the
command to remove the panties.  She slipped them off and stood naked and
proud before the staring men.  I freely admit that watching my wife strip
in front of these dark skin men was a real turn-on.



   "Fantastic!" the guy called Simon said coming closer to Dot.  He was
also light skinned and obvious Hispanic.  The man called Gustavo nodded in
silent approval.  He was Hispanic also, but a little bit darker than either
Simon or Andy.  Fritz rearranged his face into something that could have
been a smile.  Maybe it was just a leer.



   I looked back to see that Simon and Gustavo were both sucking on Dot's
tits while Andy played with her pussy.  It only took a few minutes of that
to get Dot shaking and moaning.  She had to hold onto Simon and Gus to stay
upright.



   "She is wet," Andy announced giving fritz a nod.  The huge black man
came from behind the bar removing his shirt as he did.  He came to where
Dot was still being suckled by the two men.  He dropped his pants and
stepped out revealing a huge cock.



   "Are you ready?" Andy asked Dot.  She looked at him and nodded her head.
"Are you ready to be fucked by a large black cock?" Again she nodded
wordlessly.  "Then you shall be fucked.  Look at what Fritz has for you."



   Dot's eyes widened when she saw the big man stroking his huge black cock
and grinning at her.  If the Zeno dude at the club had a ten inches, then
Fritz was equal if not bigger.  Dot swallowed a couple of times unable to
tear her eyes from the sight.



   "Theo," President Andy said turning to me.  "I must warn you that Fritz
does not take kindly to interference.  He is going to fuck your wife for
our enjoyment and should you attempt to stop him you will be hurt.  Do you
understand me?" I told him I understood and took a sip of the potent punch.
I remembered Harold's scar.



   "She is ready, Fritz," Andy said.  "Fuck the bitch." Fritz literally
jerked Dot away from the two tit sucking men and lifted her up
effortlessly. He carried her to a padded table in the center of the room.



   Fritz sat Dot down on the edge of the table and pushed her roughly back
lifting her legs as he did.  He spread her legs even farther apart.  Her
moist glistening pussy was aligned perfectly with his jutting black cock.



   He eased the tip of his ebony rod to the entrance and pushed about an
inch of it into her.  He asked her in Spanish if she wanted more and she
answered yes.  He gave her another two inches and paused asking her again
if she wanted more cock.  She demanded more and he pushed another few
inches into her cunt.  I could see that he had about half of it in her and
she was demanding more.  I had to move to see because the three Hispanic
men were in my way.  I got into position just in time to see Fritz ram the
rest of his massive cock in her.  Dot let out a loud whooshing sound when
he hit bottom.



   Fritz pulled about half of his cock out and shoved it back in causing
Dot to screech loudly.  I could see the cords in her neck as he withdrew
and rammed his cock back in.



   "Oh God," Dot said.  It was only the few words I could understand.  She
was speaking in a loud gibberish as he plowed in and out of her.  Fritz
fucked her nonstop for nearly fifteen minutes.  Dot was bucking and
thrashing wildly while he fucked her.  There was a white lather all around
her cunt and the black cock was just a dark blur.  Suddenly Fritz groaned
and became still while he emptied his cum in my wife.



   When Fritz pulled out there was a gush of his cum from Dot's pussy. 
Andy called out and a young dark skinned girl cam and helped a near
comatose Dot to her feet and out of the room.



   "Come, let us go out onto the patio for some refreshments," Andy said.
"My staff will get your wife cleaned up while we do."



   I and the others followed him outside where there was a buffet of fruits
and snacks.  I foolishly thought we'd have a bite and I'd take my well
fucked wife back to the hotel and help myself to some of her pussy.  Little
did I know.



   Dot came out and joined us after about half an hour.  She had showered
and looked refreshed.  She was wearing a flowing semi-transparent robe. 
Andy made a place for her beside him and Simon.  He and Simon took turns
feeding her bits of tropical fruit.



   "Did you enjoy Fritz, my dear?" Andy asked her.



   "Yes, I did," she replied.  "It was very intense."



   "I like it when a woman has a lot of orgasms," Andy said.  "How many did
you have?"



   "I lost count," Dot said with a laugh.  "A lot, I know that." She looked
around.  "Speaking of him, where is he?" Fritz had left just before she
arrived on the patio.



   "He is getting ready for your next performance," Andy said.  "I do hope
you are not a virgin in your ass.  That's next, my dear.  Fritz will fuck
your ass." At Dot's look of alarm he said smoothly, "Don't you worry, Dot.
Someone with a smaller cock will open you up first.  Gustavo and Simon will
decide among themselves who that will be.  Have some more punch."



   I don't know how they decided, but apparently Gus won.  He had a dick
that Dot could take in her ass easily, but they still put a lot of lube on
and in her anus.  Simon had no staying power and he was through after five
minutes of hard ass fucking.  Then came Gus.  Gut was about the same size
as Simon and he lasted a little longer.  Then it was Fritz's turn.



   He had Dot moaning and yelling for him to go easy before he had half of
his monster cock in her ass.  By the time he got all of it in her, she was
strangely quiet except for an occasional grunt or groan.  From the look on
her face I didn't think she was enjoying having a log shoved in her ass.



   When the three men were through ass fucking Dot, they sent her off to
clean up again.  And it still wasn't over.  When we got back to the hotel
it was dark.  I practically carried Dot to the room.  She was totally wiped
out because she had been fucked by Simon, Gus, and Fritz several times. 
She had given all of them, including El Presidente himself, several
blow-jobs, and she had taken two men at once on more than one occasion.