Nick and his friends stepped out of the limo and let out a collective, primal scream. This is how they knew they had made it – vacationing in the Caribbean, limo rides from the airport, and the hotel manager greeting them at the door with glasses of champagne. The *white* hotel manager greeting them at the door with glasses of champagne.
Technically, Nick wasn’t a professional basketball player yet. He had been drafted, he had signed a contract, but he didn’t need to report to training camp for another month, so he took his friends on a celebratory trip. There was Raj, his best friend and college teammate. They had agreed to go to the same college after getting scouted in high school together. Raj busted his ankle and missed this year’s draft, but with a year of eligibility he would hopefully be joining Nick in the NBA next year. And then there was Antoine, a childhood friend who couldn’t even make free throws reliably, but they had been the only two black kids in their elementary school, so they stuck together through the years.
There were some fine looking women at the establishment, way better than the dirty sluts he banged in college. He whistled appreciatively at a particularly striking woman in the lobby – a brunette in her mid-30s wearing an orange bikini and sheer white cover. She had big sunglasses and all the trappings of one of many rich, white, married women on the island, but she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.
“Hey beautiful, what brings you to the island?” Nick ventured.
Kerri put her hands on her hips, and smiled. “I’m on my honeymoon … alone!”
Nick put on a melodramatic frown. “Oh, that’s not right. That’s not right at all. But don’t worry, you’re never alone here. Whenever you want, whatever you want, you can give me and mine a holler.” He waved over to the server. “This fine woman drinks on my tab tonight,” he explained.
Finally, he got around to introducing himself. “I’m Nick.”
Kerri offered her hand. “I’m Kerri. Nice to meet you, Nick. Have I seen you someplace?”
Nick smiled arrogantly and pointed her towards one of the couches by the bar, where he sat next to her. “You ain’t seen anything yet. I’m on TV, sometimes, but I’m about to be on TV a whole lot more.” He reached up and pretended to shoot a basket. “Power forward. I used to play point guard in high school, but I really bulked up and they just needed more strength in the front court.” He offered his bicep for her to feel. “What about you? Why are you on a honeymoon alone?”
“Well,” Kerri laughed, “it’s a long story, but it started when my friend caught my husband – fiance at the time – checking into a hotel with a prostitute. We were in the middle of negotiating the pre-nup, so, my lawyer ended up putting in an infidelity clause and somehow they miss the part where infidelity is defined as anyone he’s had sexual relations with since we started dating, rather than since we got married. Basically, once we signed the pre-nup, at any point I could have walked away with a bunch of money, and once we got married, I could walk away with half of his very substantial fortune.”
“I still loved him, and I didn’t want to just walk away, so I just turned a blind eye at first. But the asshole seemed determine to fuck every single hooker in Manhattan – I hired a PI to track him, and he hooked up with at least 11 escorts in the last 2 months of our engagement. I married him, and dropped the photos on him right after we consummated the marriage last night. I flew to the airport and took our chartered flight to the honeymoon; he ran off to meet with his lawyer to scour the pre-nup for loopholes.”
“Damn, girl, that’s cold,” Nick said, cringing.
“Well,” Kerri said, with nothing but smiles, “He shouldn’t have made promises he couldn’t keep. I would have let him have his whores if he let me have my black cocks.” She reached over and brazenly grabbed Nick’s cock through his shorts, cooing as she felt the entire outline.
For the first time since he heard his name announced in the draft, Nick had absolutely nothing to say. He just watched her deft fingers trace the outline of his cock up and down, moaning gently as she squeezed his rapidly expanding member.
“Come on up to my room,” Kerri said. Looking over at Raj and Antoine, she licked her lips suggestively. “You guys too. Unless you’re shy.”
Kerri’s “room” turned out to be the honeymoon suite, a massive 2,000 square foot mansion with a 270 degree view of the beach and ocean. But the main attraction was Kerri herself, kneeling on all fours at the edge of the bed, begging for cock. Nick obliged, letting her engulf his dick in one swoop. Meanwhile, Raj and Antoine pawed at Kerri’s clothing, pulling her bikini top down to expose her perfect, 36C breasts, and pulling her bikini bottom aside to finger her already-sloppy cunt.
Nick grabbed a handful of her hair in each hand and pulled her face onto his dick, fucking her as she moaned onto his dick. Meanwhile, Raj had managed to get his pants undone and knelt behind Kerri on the bed. He positioned himself carefully at her moist opening, and then slowly pushed in. Kerri backed onto him, letting his brown dick all the way inside of her, and then rocked forward, pushing herself onto Nick’s cock. The three of them built up a rhythm, while Antoine just lay on the bed, pinching her nipples with one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
After a few minutes, Kerri felt bad for Antoine, so she let Nick slip out of her mouth, and then turned around to straddle Antoine. Raj angled a little so she could keep sucking him as Antoine got his taste of her magnificent, married pussy. Kerri gesticulated wildly at her suitcase, and Nick walked over to find a pack of condoms and a giant bottle of lube. Smiling, he returned, squeezing a generous dallop of lube onto her upturned ass, rubbing it all over her ass cheeks and crack. Meanwhile, Kerri was slamming herself down on Antoine’s girthy cock, and grinding down onto his pubic bone. She shuddered, and let out a high pitched squeal as she came.
Nick put another ball of lube on Kerri’s asshole, and sunk his finger in, feeling his best friend in the next canal over. Kerri paused for a few seconds, panting as best as she could while Raj was still in her mouth. Putting on a condom, Nick carefully positioned himself between Antoine’s legs hanging off the bed, and positioned the tip of his dick at Kerri’s asshole. He pushed forward and Kerri relaxed her sphincter, allowing him to slide the tip in.
Kerri began pushing backwards in small increments, trying to find a position that would allow her to push against both cocks inside of her. But all the shuffling was too much for poor Antoine, who found himself pumping his load into Kerri only after a few minutes. His softening dick did make a little more space for Nick, though, who began fucking Kerri’s ass with deeper and deeper strokes. Raj also couldn’t stand much, and he pulled out, jerking his sperm all over Kerri’s face as he watched Nick continue ass-fucking her.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” Kerri panted. Nick nodded enthusiastically, and Kerri hopped off of Antoine’s limp cock and knelt on the floor in front of Nick, looking up at him with cum-covered eyelashes. Nick pulled off the condom and slipped his dick into her mouth again, letting her massage the whole shaft with her hands as she milked it. With an extended grunt, Nick unloaded a giant load into her mouth, which she gratuitously showed him before swallowing.
Giving each of them a quick kiss on the cocktip, Kerri said, “Alright, boys, 30 minute rest, and then we’re going again.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uhtp6m/honeymoon_for_one_mmmf_ir_anal_cheating