My Trigger

MY TRIGGER & HOW IT ALL STARTED

The story I am about to tell here is based on an actual events that happened years ago in the spring of 2006. I have not given any conscious thought about any of it until recently.

Several months ago I had quadruple heart bypass surgery. Now this being a major surgery I was under heavy anesthesia for an extended period of time. When I finally came out from under the effects of the anesthesia, I was given regular doses of fentanyl for the first 24 hours. The result of which caused me to have memories of things that I had not previously remembered and now realized I had most likely suppressed. This prompted me do a little research. I found that combat veterans who have PTSD, frequently suffer from these same sort of, "flash backs." Suppressed memories, that come flooding back from the past after having been under an anesthesia. I believe that this is what has happened to me as I now recall snippets of my past experiences. They are best described as short lucid dreams that are inserted within other dreams that I have been experiencing since the surgery. I will also make note of the fact that I was diagnosed five months ago with severe sleep apnea and afterwards being prescribed a CPAP machine by a sleep doctor. Not only do I now have great sleep but I no longer snore and I have vivid dreams. In and of itself that may sound silly. But before CPAP I had not dreamed in several years.

In recent months my dreams and memory recall has been centered on a time almost 17 years ago. I was 48 and my wife Annie was 43. We had been married for about nine or ten years and given the stress from our children and careers, we were both in need of a distraction. That would come in the form of a much needed vacation to Bermuda. I had been there some 15 years before so I knew the island and the culture well enough to know what to expect. Having been a former British colony, the people are pretty conservative by nature.

We would be staying in one of the many large resort hotels. The hotel featured a couple of bars, one that offered dancing, two beaches and a couple of restaurants. Our room was a suite that was on the ground floor and had a patio off the rear overlooking a bayside that was buffered by a marsh between us and the bay. On the other side of the bay lay a few large resorts and bars.

We had a lovely week that was interrupted with springtime showers and rain but we were able to still get out and enjoy the local restaurants and bars as well as the attractions in the area. Each day out was followed by dinner and a night of love making in our suite. Although we had been together for about ten years at that time in our marriage, sex was frequent and spicy, at least for me. Annie, although 6 years younger than myself, had a lot more experience than I did. I was very much inhibited, in part by my inadequacies and also by my lack of physical endowment and appearance. Annie on the other hand was very confident about her sexuality and comfortable in her own skin. As a result she enjoyed a much more adventurous youth and had experienced more of what I had only fantasized of. I talked game but my lack of confidence and experience often left me incapable of being in the moment.

It was in fact, that my now wife was teaching me everything that I know now. She gave me what little confidence that I have now. I had married the first time right out of high school. She had been my only experience and not a good one. My wife Annie had left home at an early age and had roommates and coworkers who were also very young and influential. At 5'4" and maybe 105 pounds, she was extremely beautiful with soft brown eyes, blond hair and a much tanned body. Her 34C breasts were perfect (and still are). They have these dark sexy nipples that when erect are nearly a half an inch long. Annie's long tan legs go all the way up to her very firm ass and very tight pussy that is blessed with long labia that are perfect for sucking on. She has an incredible clit that when erect is about the size of a long pencil eraser.

Annie reluctantly had shared with me several of stories of her experiences with lovers when in her twenties but I always felt she withheld the juiciest parts so as not to bruise my ego and for her not to sound like a slut. I pressed for more details but was always told she forgot or that that was all there was. I strongly felt the best parts and the feelings she had about them she kept for herself. She did share that she had a threesome once with a friend and her boyfriend but downplayed the entire situation.

Annie has always been a sharp and sexy dresser. Working within the fashion industry she often wore short skirts and snug fitting blouses that accentuate her body. Seldom in stockings because of her dark tanned skin but when she does is it usually with garters and occasionally without panties. Most often she wears thin thongs that barely cover her neatly trimmed bush. She has always been the woman that men sought after. Unbeknownst to either of us during this trip she was wanted so much that three strangers would collaborate to act on it.

We had met a number of other couples and travelers that week and even went out to dinner with several. One couple in particular was quite the unique pair. He was a dentist and she a model. Both had outgoing personalities and where she was tall and pretty, but as with most models not as beautiful as she thought herself to be. None the less they were entertaining and enjoyable company. We also struck up a friendship with a couple of older women traveling together from Canada. They provided great conversation and were our dinner companions several times.

During the week we were able to take in the beach a couple of times in spite of the rainy days. On one of those days we spent most of the day lying in the sun and enjoying the beautiful view. At the time there was a European circus on the island. Some of its members were staying in the same resort. That day after lunch, a particular trio was doing gymnastics on the beach near where we were. There was a taller lean black man doing a little routine with a shorter but extremely well built white guy. Along with them was a quite pretty female with strong features and whose short blond hair and lean muscular body gave her the appearance of possibly being butch.

Sometimes you see people that just capture your attention. These three certainly fit that description. When we got up and went to the beachside bar for a light lunch and drinks, I couldn't help but notice that we, or Annie had captured there attention as well. I always garnered fantasies of Annie with another woman ever since she had told me of her past threesome. It was something that went through my mind but that's the way with fantasy, it is in the mind. We both noticed them, and spoke about them, but then again I expect everyone else noticed them as well. We didn't see them again until the last evening of our vacation.

Over the next couple of days we enjoyed several dinners with our new friends and a day in town of shopping. The last night of our trip we enjoyed a wonderful meal at an exceptional restaurant with the dentist and his model wife. After dinner we returned to the hotel and sat with the ladies from Canada and shared conversation and a number of glasses of wine along with some dancing with my Annie. When I went to the bar to get the last round, the trio was sitting at the bar. It was obvious that they recognized me from the beach. I wasn't sure but it sounded like they were speaking German. I returned to the ladies with their glasses of wine and went back to the bar to retrieve Annie's glass of wine and my rum and coke. The trio gave me a friendly nod as I signed the tab and went back to my wife. The next hour we danced a couple of more times and said our goodbye's to the ladies.

As we walked back to our room, Annie said she was feeling very dizzy. I felt at first she had too much to drink. The last two hundred feet from our room she could barely stand and was having difficulty walking at all. As we approached the walkway in front of our building, the trio suddenly appeared and although there was a language barrier they insisted on helping me get my wife back to our room.

Everything up to that point I have always been able to remember. What I am writing from this point forward had been mostly blocked from my memory, and while I had remembered certain details, none of it otherwise made sense, or I thought was just my imagination. Until my recent experience with anesthesia, followed by the vivid images, sounds and smells that now permeate my mind. For example, I recently had an eye appointment and the clinician put his hands near my face. His cologne combined with his ebony skin tone triggered an image of someone who I will later describe as Jean, standing next to me with his hands on my shoulders, keeping me seated.

Everything from that point on was a blur. For several years after that night, I didn't know if the things that I recall actually happened or possibly it was just a dream.

The two men apparently understood English but didn't speak it. The woman however did saying that her name was Greta. She told the white guy whom she called Rolf to help her with Annie. The other man must have been French as she called him Jean. As we got to the door I used the key card to open the door, as I did I realized something was very wrong. I too was suddenly very wobbly and the room was beginning to feel like a tunnel. Greta and Rolf laid Annie on the bed and Jean sat me down in the chair in the corner of the room facing the bed. He remained beside me with his hands on my shoulders keeping me in the chair. The next thing I remember was Rolf locking the door. I must have blacked out for a few minutes. The next thing I can recall was my wife getting off the bed dressed only in the blue satin brocade corset and her thong. Her long black pants and high heels were on the floor and she was walking out the sliding door to the back and looking across the bay at the light of hotel on the other side she was saying, "I want to go to the party!" Greta, taking her by the arm was saying, "We can all go to the party. Come with me and we will all go together." The next thing I can remember for sure is I was back in the chair but I couldn't move or speak.

As mentioned earlier, I recently had a major surgery that required anesthesia. As I came out from the effects of it, I had flash backs. Memories that were being recalled came back, some as I was half sleeping over the course of the next couple of days. I began having flashbacks to the time when we were in Bermuda. I had never told my wife of these things because I was uncertain of what was real and what was imagined. That is until recently. Recently I have been recalling these snippets of our past.

The best I can put together now is that; I was tied to the chair by my arms. I recall Greta taking her clothes off and begin making out with Annie. She laid Annie back on the bed and began gently kissing her mouth and neck. Next she undid her corset and started kissing her breasts and gently sucking on her nipples. She slowly worked her way down and had hand inside her panties. She began fingering my wife's pussy and Annie was reciprocating. Greta slowly moved herself into position and they began grinding there pussies together. After several minutes Greta began to spin herself around into the sixty-nine position. After about 10 minutes she came hard and trembling on my wife's mouth. Next she rolled Annie on top of her.

It was at that point Rolf moved over to the bed and at first it seemed he was going to start fucking Greta, instead he lifted my wife's head up and she took his hard cock into her mouth. He was considerably longer than I am at just shy of six inches. Several minutes later he repositioned himself behind my Annie. As he did it was obvious he was going to fuck her from behind. I was positioned to an angle and could see the head of his cock rubbing up and down her slit. As she became more aroused he slowly started pushing his head inside her very glistening wet pussy. Momentarily she lifted her head making direct eye contact with me. Our eyes were locked as he entered her. Annie's eyes rolled back and as she smiled she let out a deep sigh of pleasure.

Greta sliding out from under Annie came over to where I was sitting. She then undid my pants and slipped them down around my feet. It was then I realized that my shirt was off and Jean was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders holding me down. Greta placed her lips next to my ear and said, "Do you like watching my friend with your wife, do you see the pleasure on her face?" She then slid her hand down taking my cock in her hand. She gave it a strong squeeze and then she said, "You're hard. Your cock is leaking and you're turned on. Your enjoying your wife being fucked by another man aren't you?" She began to slowly stroke me very gently. She then wiped her wet pussy with her other hand and held her fingers up to my nose and lips. Putting her wet fingers to my mouth she said, "Lick".

Rolf then stopped and pulled out only to turn Annie over and around. He then moved between her open legs. She took his dick and guided into pussy. She then lifted her legs up and I had a perfect view of him pumping his cock into her tight wet pussy. His balls were slapping against her little asshole which is a major turn on for Annie. She was getting frothy having cum at least once. I saw her point her outstretched legs up in the air, her toes pointed and her hands on his athletic body pulling him into her. "Cum for me, cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me." With that he picked up to a furious pace and with a loud guttural sound, I watched as he shot his load in my wife, filling her womb with his sperm. Collapsing into to her, she kept rolling her hips. "No, don't stop I want more. Fuck me damn it! I want more!"

I had never before seen my wife that turned on before. I heard words coming from my wife's mouth that I had never heard before or since. Jean took his hands from my shoulders and I remember thinking that I was not able to move. As I looked on, I realized that my arms were bound to the arms of the chair. Greta continued slowly moving her hands over my erection. Jean then said something that I could not understand and tapped Rolf on the back. Rolf slowly withdrew his spent dick and I could see his jizz oozing from my wife's swollen vulva. When Rolf got up, Jean immediately moved in to take his place.

"Do you know if you wife has ever had a black cock before?" Greta whispered. As she did, she stopped moving her hand and just held on to my much smaller penis. "Your wife is about to get the best fucking of her life." As Jean began to get on the edge of the bed I could see his cock was thick as a baby's arm. About nine inches long, it was the biggest dick I had ever seen. The head was like a large, smooth purple plum. "Purple," is my wife's favorite color. As he positioned himself above her, the head sitting against her already stretched lips. Already soaked from the semen leaking from her pussy, Jean slid the head up and down between her lips. Slapping her open pussy with his huge dick made Annie squeal. I had never heard her do that before.

Placing the plum sized head at her entrance, she began thrusting her hips forward, as his manhood began too entered her she said, "Please go slow and let me get used to it." Jean slowly fucked my wife easing into her a little deeper with each stroke. It looked as if she was being completely stretched and was struggling to get the entire thing all the way inside her.

With his balls resting against her ass, he just gently moved a little. His testicles where the size of two small potatoes. After what seemed like an eternity he started moving in and out of her. Annie was involuntarily moving her hips to match his thrusts. After about five minutes she came a third time. His black dick shining in the light, coated with my wife's cum. She wrapped her legs around his and began repeating something I never thought I would ever hear. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big dick! Oh my gawd don't stop. Fuck me with that monster cock. Own my pussy! That's it fill me up." In spite of his size, both physically and endowment wise. He was quite gentle but very much in control. He kept a steady pace, slowing down to make things easy for my wife but also to last longer before cumming. After what seemed like 15 minutes, he pulled out, slid Annie across the bed so she was on her right side facing me. Jean then lifted her left leg by holding her ankle in his left hand and entered her so that he made certain I could see everything. My wife was looking me eye to eye, no more than five feet from me. Her face was bathed in erotic lust. I had never seen her look so turned on and haven't seen her look that pleased since.

Greta began milking my dick like one would milk a cow slowly. As she did she again leaned in and whispered, "Have you ever seen your wife this turned on before. Your little cock could ever please her like that. After tonight she's going to be forever wanting to be fucked like this. Do you see the pure lust in her eyes?" At that point my wife began cumming for a fourth time. Her breathing was hard and fast. Her entire body was trembling and her groans animal like. At the same time I felt my own climax erupting, as it did, Greta had placed her other hand in such a way as to catch my ejaculation, Releasing my spent penis from her left hand, she took my head by grabbing a fist full of hair and holding it tight, she lifted her hand full my cum and put it to my mouth. I tried to resist but she was not about to be deterred. "Lick it! Swallow every drop bitch." I twisted my head again and she grabbed my balls with her free hand. Squeezing hard enough that I was about to cry out but as my mouth opened she filled it with my spent cum. "Get every drop!"

Moments later, Jean picked up his pace and started furiously plowing away at my wife's pussy. As he climaxed releasing his own enormous load into my wife, my wife gazed at me with a look of shear ecstasy mixed with utter bliss. Jean did not pull out but he just kept his massive endowment buried deep inside my wife. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out slowly and as he did my wife's pussy was like a vacuum holding onto him. As the head came out it made a "pop" like someone would do with their mouth being popped by their finger. She was so stretched out that it looked as if she had just been fisted. Copious gobs of semen began oozing from deep within her. Jean then pulled her around so that her head was once again facing the head of the bed and her feet towards me. Her legs were splayed open for me to see. I was thinking who was going to have her next.

At this point Greta had Rolf untie me and help her lift me up out of the chair leading me to the bed. Dragging me onto the bed and between my wife's legs, Greta once again took me by my hair and forced my head between my wife's thighs. "Clean her up!" Pushing me down by the back of my head and pulling me up by my testicles. She placed my mouth on my Annie's swollen lips and ordered me to start licking her lips and stretched pussy. "Lick up all that cum. You're going to clean up every drop. As I did, I thought I was going to vomit. I felt violently ill but her hand was still squeezing me by my balls. As I began licking more, my wife laced her fingers gently around my head and her legs went up and around my shoulders. As she did she cooed my name. As I continued to lick my wife's pussy out, profuse amounts of cum drained from deep inside her womb. I backed away just a bit when suddenly I was struck on the head with something that could have been a shoe our possibly a fist. "You don't stop till I tell you to stop, you understand?" I just surrendered myself to keep going and not fight back. I do recall having a knot on the back of my head the next day and thinking I had maybe fallen.