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Introduction:

This is a work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. Race is a tricky subject, but like any other fantasy it can explored between consenting adults and all characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy this third chapter of a couple’s explorations into the cuckold/ black-breeding fantasy. It explores many fantasy’s such as black cock, pregnancy, cuckolding, submission and cross dressing.

The plane touched down in Mauritius and taxied to a stop, the doors were opened as the buses arrived to ferry the passengers to the terminal, and the heat rushed in. We stood up to make our way out of the plane, Leanne was holding hands with Darrell and I followed behind. The bus to the terminal was crowded with standing room only with hanging handholds for passengers however, Leanne didn’t use them instead she clung around Darrell’s waist. They were kissing in front of everyone and it was obvious that Leanne was rubbing her breasts against him. One of the passengers next to me said “I hope I don’t have a room next to them, not sure they’ll be doing much sleeping all holiday!” I just laughed.

We arrived at the hotel by taxi, Leanne and Darrell left me to collect the cases as they went inside. As I got to the check-in desk the clerk told me that they had already gone up to their room and asked if I was sure that I didn’t want a porter to help with the cases, they said that you could manage but you are on holiday. I can guess that they wanted me to struggle, so I refused the offer.

“Very well, you have the room next to theirs” he said as he gave me a key card. I let myself into the room and set on the single bed, after a minute or two’s rest I stood and went to the balcony to look at the view, as I opened the door, I found that the two rooms shared it and Darrell and Leanne were already in the loungers and Leanne was topless.

“Finally,” she said “I’ve been waiting for the cases, go grab the sun cream you wouldn’t my little white breasts to burn, would you? Quickly now”

As I returned with the lotion, she told me to put it on her. I squirted some into my hands and began to rub it over her breasts, stomach and shoulders, her nipples hardened. “That will do sissy, who do you think you are, my husband! You may go and unpack”

As I opened the cases, they were full of brand-new dresses which I hung up in the wardrobe, I also hung-up Darrell’s trousers and shirts next to them. There was lots of bikini’s that I wasn’t sure would actually cover anything and some swim shorts of Darrell’s, along with underwear for them both. What I didn’t find was anything of mine, all I seemed to have was the clothes I was wearing.

After I had put away all of their clothing I asked where my clothing was

“Oh, I was trying to be nice to you and not making you carry it all, so I posted yours to arrive today, but unfortunately it seems that they haven’t arrived yet. It’s a shame because you couldn’t possibly go out wearing those clothes, so it will have to be me and Darrell that go out for dinner and you will have to stay here and order room service. And without even any beach shorts you’ll have to stay here if they don’t arrive tomorrow, but I am sure they will.” She said with a smile and a wink. “Now how about you discover the mini-bar and make us some drinks, we are only honeymoon after all.” I made us all some G&T’s and took them out to the balcony where Leanne was rubbing sun cream over Darrell’s naked chest with her hands and breasts, not sure what good it was doing however, they both seemed to be enjoying it.

As the sun went down, they showered and got ready to go out for dinner Leanne suggested that I order some room service for my dinner and while I was at it, they had drunk the mini-bar dry so I should order them some cocktails.

When there was a knock at the door, Leanne was sitting, still topless, doing her makeup. She told me to open the door as it was bound to be the room service, not worrying to cover up. It was and a young black man wheeled in a trolley with my meal and the drinks. He looked at me and I thanked him and he left with a shake of the head.

“You fool, you forgot to tip him!” She grabbed my wallet from the side table and opened the door and went out into the corridor and chased after him. She came back into the room, blushing “I had to give him a kiss in the way of apology. You can forget to tip again!”.

So, I spent the rest of the evening alone, while they went out as a ‘couple’ for dinner. They didn’t roll in till the early hours and by then Leanne was drunk and horny, not a great combination if you happen to have a room next door unless of course you happened to be a pervert like me who loved the sound of his wife being fucked ragged by a much better man. We had a door that connected the two rooms, but they closed it so all I could do was listen to their rampant sex. They did however open the door in the morning to allow me to bring them coffee. But a knock at the door was most welcome as it was my case of clothes, so I was allowed to join them in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The rest of the day was to be spent exploring and enjoying the beach. We set off mid-morning, well they set off hand in hand, I just sort of followed after. After a wander around the town, we headed for the beach and there we found a space in a crowded part. There, Leanne lost no time in stripping down to her bikini bottoms to the amusement of a group of who we presumed to be a group of local college lads. “Think I will need to have sun creamed applied” I quickly grabbed the bottle but Leanne said “no, you got to do it last time, give Darrell the bottle. I of course did as I was told and jealously watched as he ran his hands all over her back and breasts, and they made sure the lads got a great view as he played with her nipples as she leaned back against him. She then decided that she fancied a dip in the sea, Darrell said that he was going to just sit and enjoy the sun. I offered to go with her, but she said no she was fine going in alone. She chose not to wear her top, and made her way to the sea shore. And she made sure she passed very close to the group of lads, two of who got up and followed her to the sea.

From our place on the beach, we could see as they flirted with her, and also that she was thoroughly enjoying the attention. But she shocked us both when she took them both by the hands and lead them to a sheltered spot behind a rock outcropping hidden from prying eyes. When she hadn’t returned 30 minutes later Darrell said that if I was a good husband I would go and rescue her.

I got up and followed where they had gone and when I found them, I could not believe the sight of her on hands and knees being fucked by both of the lads. The young black man thrusting behind her hand hold of her hips and was pulling back hard on them as he pounded her pussy as she came over and over again, this was where she would usually be talking filth about how she loved big black cock but she was prevented from talking at all as the other black lad was fucking her mouth just as rigorously as his friend. He had her head in both hands as he thrust his cock balls deep into her mouth and throat, her eyes were watering and drool was hanging from her chin. The sight shocked me, and my instinct was that she was being forced so I rushed to help her, but just as I did so I was grabbed from behind by others from the group that followed after me. Her mouth was given a moments rest as she used it to tell them to make me watch, so they allowed me to get closer then forced me to my knees as she was used solely for their pleasure. Her soft white body was used relentlessly by these strong young black men and the sight turned me on, the contrast between their black skin and her lily-white body was truly beautiful. As the lads restraining me realised that I wouldn’t try to stop it, they let go of my shoulders and began pulling out their black cocks and began stroking to the erotic vision. As the two lads fucking her told her they were close to cumming, she begged them to cum over her body and not just those two but all of the lads. She was quickly sat back on her knees and was surrounded by the group all who were wanking their big cocks all directed at her. It wasn’t long before the first lad reached his end and grabbed her head, she turned her face to him and started to cum over massive amounts over her. After the first one orgasmed it seemed to cause a chain reaction and all began to cover my wife with their black cum. After they had all emptied their balls they were laughing and high-fiving each other as they left her sitting in the sand covered in their cum. It covered her face, was in her mouth and eyes. Her hair was slick with it and her breasts were also covered and dripped off her nipples. But she looked truly satisfied, we were both startled by chuckling behind us. We turned to see Darrell standing there, I was worried he would be angry at her sharing herself but it seemed that I shouldn’t have worried. He simply said “I think it best you accompany your wife to the sea so that she can clean herself up or perhaps you want to clean all that up with your mouth”

I offered her my hand and lead her to the sea, when we were waste deep in the water, she leant back against me as I rinsed the cum from her body and hair, as I did so she was telling me how amazing it was to be filled from both ends and she had thought of letting them fill her with cum but desperately wanted Darrell to be the father of her first. I admitted that I had initially thought that she was being raped, but could nothing to help her.

“Oh, I don’t think they gave me much choice, but I was more than willing, though I must admit that it turned me on the way they just used me. And the fact there were so many black cocks all for me, you will need to get used to seeing me surrounded by strong black men all lining up to use me for their pleasure. And don’t feel bad that you are too week to protect me, you have to acknowledge that you are just a sissy white submissive with no hope in stopping superior black men from taking what is theirs by rights. You have to understand that I will allow them to do anything they want with me, I will never deny a black man. They don’t even have to ask; I am happy for them to just force me to the ground and take me like the bitch I am.” Her talk was having an effect of me and after cleaning her of all the cum, we walked back to where Darrell was waiting with my little erection obvious to everyone.

The rest of the week was all about Darrell and Leanne as a couple and I was very much the third wheel, and they just let me follow them around like a lost puppy. We would go out for dinner, and they made no secret that they were lovers and that I was her husband, always making me pay at the end of the meal. Leanne gave me no more opportunity to cum and the hornier I got the more submissive I became, by the end of the week I was ready to anything they told me and that thought just increased my willingness to keep them happy. Though I wore panties every day, we found no other opportunity to cross-dress any further as much as I wanted too. I confessed that I had hoped to try being exposed as a pantie wearing slave, with the reassurance that we would never see anyone here again. Leanne just smirked warning that I may have wished I hadn’t told her that.

On the last night, I was informed that they would go out alone as it may be the last opportunity for them to just act as a couple without repercussions from friends and family seeing them, but I wasn’t to be forgotten. As we sat on the balcony and watched the sun set for the last time in Mauritius before we returned home, we sat and enjoyed some pre-dinner drinks.

As they begin to get ready for their evening out, they told me I was also to get ready. Leanne handed me a pink set that included panties, bra both of which were lacy and matching holdup stockings. When I had shed my clothes and dresses in the sexy underwear, I looked at myself in the mirror and though I liked what I saw you could see the light hair on my legs and chest and the bra cup size was too large, but I felt a weird combination of sexyiness, fear of being seen and a large dose of humiliation. I liked the feeling.

Before leaving me alone they told me to lay on my bed Darrell then tied my hands and feet to the bed, he had tied the restraints tightly there would be no way I could have undone them myself. Satisfied that I would remain spread-eagled until they returned to release me, Leanne hoisted up her short skirt and sat on my face with her pantie-less pussy. My mouth went immediately to work on her clit and soon she was dripping into my mouth, and then rubbed her self all over my face so that her scent would keep me horny until they returned. When she was happy that my little dick was throbbing and leaking, leaving a wet patch on the front of my panties, she got off my face and put earbuds in my ears, fake breasts in my bra and a blindfold covered my eyes. “Enjoy your evening my weak sissy husband, I know I will!” And with that my ears were filled with the sound of a sissy hypnotism track, instructing me on how to be a better sissy, and that I should submit to men. That I should always visualise cock whenever I was permitted to wank, and immediately drop to my knees in front of strong black men. Over and over, it repeated in my head, and I began to imagine Darrell’s cock and those of the group of black men that had abused Leanne on the beach. My dick had remained hard and leaking, and the dirty language of the soundtrack only increased my horniness. As I squirmed on the bed, I could feel the stockings on my legs, and the weight of the silicone breasts on my chest. I had no idea where they had come from, and I had no way of knowing how I looked with them in my bra but I hoped this wasn’t the last time I would use them.

I don’t know how long I lay there but I was listening to the hypnotism track for the fourth time and I guessed that each time was about half an hour. I couldn’t get the thought of cock from my mind, I guess the hypnotism was having an effect, when I felt a hand on my pantie covered cock. They were back sooner than I had expected, especially seeing that it was our last night before returning home. The hand slid up and down my stocking legs and another began to fondle my silicone breasts, my heart began to race and my little dick began to jerk in my panties. I felt her weight on the bed between my legs as both hands slid up my legs to the top of my panties and gently pulled them down so that my cock and balls were exposed, I then felt her tongue on the base of my balls and then lick all the way up my cock. This happened several times and I could feel the precum dripping from my dick then stopped, my back was arching as I was close to cumming. Then I felt her mouth enclose my end and slowly slide all the way down until all of my little dick was inside, which she must have found easy after the black cocks she had taken down her throat. As she reached the base, I felt a roughness on my balls, but at that moment I came, my whole body shaking as I tried to empty my soul through my little dick. As I came down from my orgasm one of the earbuds were removed and a very male voice said “nice cum, us sissy have to stick together don’t we” and with that the earbud was replaced and I was once again assaulted by the sissy soundtrack.

My mind was in turmoil, what had just happened? Had she sucked me off in front of a stranger who had seen me dressed in pink lingerie or had I just really just cum in another man’s mouth?

I hope you enjoyed this third chapter; I think I have at least one more chapter in my mind, but please comment on what you would like see happen.

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