To celebrate our seven-year wedding anniversary, my wife and I booked a trip to an all-inclusive resort in Aruba. Between the sunshine and the palm trees, it didn’t take long before the miserable winter weather at home was a distant memory. Along with the warmer temperatures came much less clothing … and along with the unlimited alcohol came fewer inhibitions. When we visited the on-site club on our first night, I was qui...

I’d assumed that the person who’d just swallowed my middle-of-the-night orgasm was my apologetic wife … until I heard the voice that was attached to the pleasure-inducing mouth. As I alarmingly peered under the sheets to identify who it actually was, she said, “By the way, my name is Katrina. I borrowed your wife’s room key so I could keep you preoccupied while she’s fucking my boyfriend. We just love to share each other!...

The only reason that I’d allowed my married cock to wander adulterously into Katrina’s (admittedly marvelous) vagina was because of her report that my wife was fucking her boyfriend. Her amended revelation had upended everything. “Wait – so my wife is NOT screwing your boyfriend?!?” As Katrina guiltily shook her head no, there was more knocking on the hotel room door. Through clenched teeth, I whispered desperately: “What...