To be honest I was having real misgivings, my new wife Melody and I were on our honeymoon in the Caribbean, there was a nudist beach near by and she wanted to go.

“Look Mel I really don’t want to go, I know you say there’s nothing wrong with me, but I’m not that well endowed, it will be really embarrassing”, I begged in a desperate attempt to get Mel to change her mind, knowing I was only 4 inches when hard, and 1 ½ inch when soft.

“Nonsense your just average I’m sure there will be lots of other men smaller than you”, replied Mel in a determined tone of voice.

Arriving at the beach my worst fears were confirmed, just about every guy there was bigger than me, and they were just the white guys. At one end of the beach there was a large group of local black men, all of whom were very muscular and well hung.

“Lets go and lay by there” Mel said pointing directly where the black studs were fooling around playing volleyball with a group of white women.

Was this going to be embarrassing I though, the black men all had huge cocks swaying menacingly between their thighs, whilst my little shrivelled dick only hung down 1 inch. Taking her place on the sand Mel looked stunning, with her blonde hair. Long slender legs, and full 36D bust, she really stood out amongst the crowd.

Needless to say it didn’t take long for one of the black men to notice her. Swaggering over arrogantly, a huge ebony stud made his way to where we were laying, his huge fat penis swaying threateningly with each step.

“Hi, I’m Dwayne, haven’t seen you around here before, would you like to join me and the guy’s in a game of volleyball”, he boomed in a deep many voice, completely ignoring me as he spoke.

“Thanks for asking, we’d love to” replied Mel, her eyes transfixed to his big cock.

“I’m afraid the invitation was only open to you, but this wimp laying next to you can come along as well, he can help the other white boys fetch the ball for us”, Dwayne again bellowed in his now familiar manly tone.

“Did you here what he called me, he called me a wimp, and he referred to the white men as boys” I whispered as we made our way behind Dwayne towards where the game was taking place.

“Oh be quiet, your to sensitive, he was only making a figure of speech, he probably calls all white men boys”, replied Mel angrily.

Arriving at the spot where the game was being played Mel took her place with 5 other women on one side of the net, Dwayne took his place with the other coloured men, whilst I stood with another 3 white men on the sidelines waiting to catch the ball if it got hit to far.

“Oh you must be mad, bringing your wife here, once the black men get hold of her she’ll be theirs for good” whispered a poorly endowed white guy, with no pubic hair, called Mike who was standing next to me.

“It will be ok, me and Mel have only just got married, she’d never do anything like that to me”

“look at him flirting with your wife, its too late, there’s only one cock she’ll be having for the rest of her honeymoon and it not going to be you little white one” he sighed. “See that blonde next to your wife, that’s my wife Julie, we’ve been here over a week, and she’s had black cock every day since we got here, I haven’t fucked her once since we stepped off the plane” said Mike.

“Why don’t you stand up to them, and put a stop to it”, I exclaimed in a now worried voice.

“look at them their huge, everyone one of them is over 200 pounds, and look at us we look about the same size 130-140 pounds how can we stand up to them. Look at their cocks, we look like little boys next to them, how can we compete” Mike sighed dejectedly. “And look what they’ve done to us, the black bastards have even made us shave of all of our pubic hair” added Mike pointing to himself and the other two white men standing on the other side,

For the next hour I stood there with Mike and the other white men catching the ball whenever it was it to far. My wife Mel, and the other white women seemed to be having a fantastic time, laughing and cavorting with Dwayne and the other black men, as we their husband looked helplessly on.

“Catch the ball boy, I don’t know how you women put up with these white boys, fucking useless the lot of them” cried Dwayne as the ball hit me in the face.

Eventually tiring of their game my wife, and the other women she’d been playing with returned to sunbathing with their coloured gentlemen friends. Highly embarrassing for me, Mel continued to flirt outrageously with Dwayne in full view of all

Everyone could see what was going on, smirking and openly laughing as they made their way past the 3 of us as we lay on the sand. Much to my shame I was relegated into no more than a gofer, fetching drinks and the like for Mel and Dwayne, at their beck and call.

Finally around 4 o’clock everyone began to dress and make their way from the beach. Oddly Mike and the 2 other white men began putting on women’s clothes. All 3 wore short skirts, effeminate tops, and high heels.

“Oh my god, look what their wearing” I gasped.

“They must be some kind of TV’s” answered Mel.

LATTER THE EVENING.

“ I don’t see why we have to go” I moaned.

“Now come on Dwayne was nice enough to invite us to the party at his friends house, its only right we don’t let him down. And by the way don’t show me up like you did this afternoon, and watch your manners when the black guys are around” Mel scolded at me.

“You wont do anything will you, that men I was talking to on the beach today said his wife was being fucked by one of the black men” I enquired nervously.

“Ah there you go again, always on about something” replied Mel, not answering my question in the slightest.

 

 

ARRIVING AT THE PARTY.

The house where the party was to be held turned out to be huge. It was on its own, perched on a secluded cliff top, with its own private beach below it.

“Dwayne told me its owned by this really rich black guy called James, apparently he’s only just got out of jail for drug dealing or something” explained Mel.

Feeling really nervous I knocked on the door, and was invited in by a large breasted black woman in her late 40’s.

“Hi you must be Mel, I’m Mary, Dwayne is waiting for you in the Ballroom” she announced, adding aggressively “ and you must be her husband, follow me”

Like a sheep I followed her upstairs as Mel made her way into the Ballroom.

“Where are we going”, I enquired.

“I’m taking you to where Mike, Dave, and Paul are waiting for you” was her mysterious reply.

Entering the room I almost fainted with shock there stood Mike and the 2 other men from the beach all dressed in tiny French Maids costumes.

“ Help him get dressed and report for duty in 10 minuets” bellowed Mary.

“I don’t understand what’s going on” I stammered.

Stunned, I listened as Mike told me that for the past week, he and the other 2 men had been forced to dress as Maids each night and serve their wives and the black men.

“Its been like a nightmare, the black men pick on attractive married white women, who’s husbands have small cocks. They turn the white women into their sluts and force the husbands to become sissy Maids” exclaimed Paul. Adding “ And now your going to join us”

“I wont do it” I cried.

“You don’t have any choice they will beat you up and make you dress like this anyway” sighed Dave.

“Come on now we’ll help you dress, or we’ll all be in trouble” said Mike, holding up my Maid’s costume as he spoke.

Like a rabbit caught in the headlights I meekly stood there as the 3 men dressed me in a manner similar to themselves. Humiliatingly I was clad in a black Basque, stockings, 5 inch high heels, panties, and a tiny silk Maids costume complete with white apron and cap.

Within minuets Mary was at the door, and one by one we followed her down stairs to where or wives and the black men were.

Embarrassed beyond words I and the others entered the large Ballroom, my legs trembling with abashment Mary gave me a drinks tray, and I slowly began to make my way around the room.

“You address the black men as Sir, and all the women as Miss, including you own wife”, Mary instructed me as I made my way.

Nervously I made my way towards where Mel was standing with Dwayne by her side, his left hand cupping one of her breasts.

“Would you like a drink Sir, Miss” I stammered.

“Pathetic look at you, dressed like a sissy and to think I actually married you” hissed my wife.

God I felt so ashamed there I was dressed as a sissy Maid being humiliated by my wife as Dwayne looked smugly on.

Thankfully Mary turned up at my side and informed me “as its your first night, your to allocated to clean up duties”, she announced.

Little did I know what she meant, I was just glad to get away from my wife’s side. Following in Mary’s footsteps I made my way upstairs and was told to wait on the landing outside 6 doors each of which lead to a bedroom. “Wait here until your called for” she instructed. From the sounds emanating from each room there were clearly couples inside having sex, I wonder what I was going to have to do, I thought to myself.

Quite quickly I found out as a deep voice called out for me to enter one of the rooms.

My legs like jelly I obeyed the command, and to my shock I discovered Mike’s wife Julie strewn over the bed her legs wide apart, her black lover laying by her side.

“Well boy don’t just stand there clean her up, she‘s not on the pill for her husbands sake you don’t want to see her pregnant ” bellowed the black guy pointing to Julie’s spunk filled cunt.

“No sir” I replied as I made my way onto the bed and began the task to licking away all of the black mans cum.

And so began my clean up duties, for the next few hours I carried out this task on over a dozen women, including both Dave’s and Paul’s wives. Finally with my stomach awash with black man’s cum I was summoned one last time by a deep many voice, a voice I knew only to well, it was Dwayne.

“Oh god” I cried as I entered the room there lay Mel her cunt dripping with cum.

Meekly I lay on the bed as I’d done so many times that evening and began to lick away the spunk, only this time I licked with more purpose remembering that Mel to wasn’t on the pill.

How was this happening I thought, and how much worse could it get I thought to myself.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING.

Awaking back at our hotel ,with Mel laying by side, the events of last night seemed like a distant bad dream. It had eventually been 3 in the morning when we’d both left, by which time Mel was well fucked.