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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Ronald Wilson was taking his wife Missy to a remote, tropical island - where he planned to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary in peace, solitude and total nudity. That was until he returned to their shack on day one and discovered his wife being mauled by a group of big, black men. Held captive, Ronald feared for what they might do to his wife as cock after cock was used to abuse her. The question in Ronald's mind was - how did the men get there and what were their real intentions. Things he pondered as his wife responded to the sexual excesses of a lifetime.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [65 KB]
Words: 15065
Reading time: 43-60 min.

CHAPTER ONE

This was going to be one great vacation. I had been working on it for over three months. I, by the way, am Ronald Wilson. My wife is Missy Wilson and this vacation was a combination of just a winter getaway and anniversary of our marriage. Five wonderful years of wedded bliss. Actually that isn't entirely correct. The last six months wasn't all that great. Both of us were working hard at our careers and that was not leaving much time for good times.

Missy is a lawyer and she is on a fast track in her firm. I am co-owner of Wilson-Taylor Advertising. My partner and I have worked our asses off to make the company fly and now it was finally airborne . Wilson-Taylor was flying very high. Robert Taylor and I started our company after a year of working for another ad agency. We had met in college and had been good friends every since. In fact it was Rob who was responsible for Missy and I getting together. Rob dated her a few times in college and when they didn't click I dated her. Missy and I clicked immediately. Right after graduation Missy and I tied the knot and Rob was my best man.

I'll try to describe Missy though it will not do her justice. She is a petite woman. Just a hair over five feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. Missy works out three time a week and she has kept her figure. In fact, she looks better now then she did in college. She is a natural blonde with big tits, that almost look too big for her size. She looks like a sweet little girl next door type. Many opposition lawyers have found out that she is anything but a sweet little girl in the courtroom where she has ripped many hotshot lawyers a new asshole. When we first got married, Missy was a little more conservative than me when it came to sex. She wasn't very willing to try anything new. She has changed some over the years, but not enough for me. That was another reason for this get away. I wanted to get her alone and see if I could get her to loosen up some.

I worked the internet many long hours to come up with the perfect plan. I was near ready to give up and opt for the routine, Cancun or Honolulu or some place like that. I was sure I wanted some place warm. I dreamed of laying on a tropical beach while my friends and my partner were freezing. As I said, I was about to throw in the towel when I ran across Captain Arnie's web site. Captain Arnie advertised that he had the perfect tropical island paradise. We e-mailed back and forth for several days and he did describe the perfect spot for out vacation. Being in the ad game I didn't just take his word for it. I checked him out ten ways from Sunday. Everything I got indicated he was on the up and up so I sent him a hefty deposit. It took some doing, but Missy and I got our schedules worked out and the plans were solidified. We were going to our own tropical island. Just Missy, me, the sand, the surf, the sun and fourteen glorious days of love and lust.

We flew to Miami, connected with a charter plane to St. Croix. We got on an even smaller plane and flew to the Netherlands Antilles where we met Captain Arnie. The Captain was a big man with a big smile and a booming laugh. I would guess his age at about sixty or so and real personable, but his boat looked like shit. I don't know much about boating, but I know a floating dump when I see one.

When I expressed my doubts about the sea worthiness of the boat, Captain Arnie laughed,

"Hey man, she's a good boat. Don't let her appearance fool you. She's got just the right draft to work in close to these islands." He explained that he let his boat look like it did to fool the tax collectors. "These Dutch will rob a man blind if you let them," he said.

Still with some doubts we loaded our things on board. Arnie showed me the engine and it did look like it was in good shape as did the navigational equipment, so I figured I was wrong to doubt.

We left and went south toward the South American coast. I knew from the maps that Arnie had sent me that we were going to an island not far from Venezuela. In fact the islands were we were going to are claimed by the Venezuelan government. I asked Captain Arnie about it.