Only once was the good time marred. David and I were about fifty feet behind them when leaving the beach. Two guys in their late teens were following ...he two but were close to us. One said, "I heard she has Abo blood."The other said, "That makes her fair game for anyone."I'm not sure what else they may have said but David grabbed each by a shoulder and spun them around. He said, "My wife is pure Aborigine. Why don't you try something with us?"I'm glad David said something because I was going to. Dave talked briefly about the evening and how great it was while my wife stood at his side looking utterly delicious. My wife had her arm around Dave as he talked, it was apparent he was excited about the evening from the way he spoke. My wife finally interrupted him as she kissed him deeply on the lips in a kiss and embrace that lasted close to a minute. As she parted lips, she softly remarked, "Your so sexy."I got us all a shot for Dave's birthday, and both my wife and Dave giggled together. Once again she dismissed the thoughts from her mind although lying in bed that night she played with herself and it was David she was imagining lying between her legs.The next morning Helen announced she was off into the village to do some shopping and although Rose offered to go with her, she insisted she stay at the house to relax. However Caroline also seemed quite keen to go so the two of them cycled off leaving her and David at the house. David looked quite disappointed as Caroline. The first blast hit my lips. The second left a line from my forehead to my chin. The third splattered in my eye. Jizz oozed off my face. I was covered in it. A roar went up from the crowd. "Hey Pete, how many cocks you reckon she can take?" Ricky asked. "I don't know," Pete said. "Who here reckons we ought to find out?" A chorus of wild whoops and hollers filled the room. Ricky ran out of the room and came back with a margarita glass the size of an oil pan on a 1970 Camaro. "You just hold this.