I watched her as she entered the hut and the black man’s head lifted once he realized he had a customer. I wondered what he would have been thinking upon seeing my wife for the first time, and the bright, white smile that lit up his face as he greeted her offered at least a partial answer. I knew he would be professional – no doubt – and would treat her with respect, as he would any guest of the resort. Still, she was oiled up and standing in front of him half naked, and thinking about what was going through his mind was enough to make my cock harden all over again.
I could see her engaging him in conversation about surfing, and watched as he walked her through the different boards he had in the shop. I knew that Julie had no interest in actually going into the water – God, no – but that wasn’t going to keep her from engaging this handsome stranger. I watched her as she laughed at whatever island charm he was giving her, and at one point she actually reached over to touch his arm as he said something that particularly amused her. And when she turned away to look at his merchandise, I saw it.
I saw his eyes quickly do a full scan of my wife’s nearly naked body.
She turned back to him, motioning to a board he had on the wall and asking several questions. I watched him reach up to remove the board he had placed only minutes before, and I watched as the same chorus of muscles rippled across his body as he took the board down. He began talking to her, his hands gesturing up and down the board as he spoke, no doubt giving her brief instructions. And then he placed the board onto the sand, and I watched as he offered my wife his hand.
Julie stepped on the board, immediately eliciting a wobble and causing her to slip. She put her arm out onto his rigid midsection, steading herself, as he laughed and caught her at the same time. I could see his hand catch her, resting just above her ass as she got her balance on the big board. As quickly as he touched her he removed his hand, and proceeded to give her a brief tutorial on what she needed to know as a novice surfer.
I watched my wife as she bent and turned on the board, right in front of this handsome stranger. Her suit was doing its job admirably but she still had her body precariously on display in front of this alluring, black man. If we were at home, she would never even think of wearing a plunging neckline out in public, for fear of someone catching a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. Much to my delight, here we were on a faraway island, and she practically had her tits right on display in a black stranger’s face.
They continued to talk, and Julie periodically rested her hand on his broad shoulder for balance as she got the hang of standing on the board. I watched him as he touched my wife’s body, with the smooth, practiced hands of a nightclub magician. I wondered about how many vacationing women this man must have fucked at this club. How many horny white wives – women just like my Julie – had this black stud fucked by the light of the island moon? I continued in my daydream, as my wife continued in hers at the hands of the black instructor. And a moment later both of our daydreams were interrupted by another local who came lumbering into the sports hut.
Where Julie’s instructor had clearly been the suave, customer-pleasing employee, the man who now stepped into the hut was clearly the manual labor of the operation. From a distance he looked like he was twice the size of Julie’s teacher, and had the bulging black muscles to match. His size appeared even more impressive by the fact that he had three surfboards balanced effortlessly across one of his broad shoulders.
I watched this new man as he greeted my wife and the surf instructor, place his boards on the floor of the hut and then left. It was an intrusion that was only momentary, but it lasted long enough to break up the cheerful banter between Julie and her new, black friend. I watched as she jumped off the board and spoke again to him, extending her lily white hand to his for a handshake. She then pivoted and hopped away giggling, looking more like a teenage schoolgirl than a mature, albeit sexy, married housewife.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of Julie as she sauntered back to our towel, still giggly from her encounter with the black surf instructor. I could clearly make out the outline of her thick, hard nipples as they poked through the thin fabric of her suit top. I watched behind her as her sexy, black stud started to arrange the newly delivered boards in preparation for new business, and I wondered just how close of a view he himself had gotten of Julie’s hard nipples. My thoughts were still lingering on that – on his open view of my wife’s half naked body – when she returned and sat down on her towel next to mine.
“Well, that it” she said, “I’m done. I’ve done my sexy thing.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “That was it? That was your thing?”
“Yep” she said, as she laid on her side so that she was looking directly at me.
The curve of her hips and the fullness of her breast as she lay next to me was almost too much to take. I thought I had been watching her cock tease the black surf instructor but I was only now realizing she had really been cock teasing me. Her eyes dropped below my waist and I followed, seeing the tent that was openly on display between my legs. She giggled as I looked back up at her.
“That was all I needed to do Tom” she said. “I just needed to prove to myself that I am still sexy, that I can still grab the attention and flirt with a sexy guy. But I think even more than that I needed to prove it to you.”
I thought about what she said. I was suddenly guilty for wanting her to take her fantasy further and likewise for what I envisioned for my own adventure. It had never been about fucking someone else for her. But it had always been about fucking someone else for me. Or at least watching her…
“But don’t worry” she said, mindful of the fact that I had grown silent. “I’m still giving you the open opportunity to go sew your oats. Just because I chose not to make my little fantasy physical doesn’t mean that I expect you to do the same. In fact, I kind of prefer that you go as far as you want to with yours.”
“And you agree to abide by whatever it is I choose?” I asked her, making sure she signed symbolically on the dotted line one more time.
“Absolutely” she said.
Chapter 5
“How do I look?”
I looked across the table at her in the dress she was wearing. Like the blue bikini, it was an outfit she had purchased many years ago when we had been living different lives. And like the bikini, it was something that she would have only felt comfortable now wearing at a place like this, where there was no danger in running into someone we knew. The neckline plunged deliciously low, baring more of her large breasts that would have been appropriate anywhere else.
“You look great” I answered truthfully, before glancing at my watch.
8:25
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” she asked me.
“Nope – only here with you” I told her, half truthfully.
I grabbed the wine bottle from the table and topped off her glass for the fifth or six time of the evening. We had taken a late dinner at the resort’s formal restaurant, and I had made sure to keep the wine flowing as we ate. We were nearing the end of the second bottle, and I knew that Julie was feeling no pain. She had been especially playful after her tryst on the beach with the surf instructor, and I knew after a few glasses of wine she would be completely susceptible to anything I had in mind.
And I had plenty in mind for her...
I knew that Julie had seen me looking at the barmaid, and I knew she expected me to try to fuck another woman on the island as my part of my fantasy. She had certainly felt the allure of the dark skinned lover, and had expected that I would have wanted to fuck one of the chocolate skinned beauties that were walking on the beach.
And up until I saw the hands of the surf instructor on my wife’s body, I had thought that was what I wanted too…
I watched her as she lifted the wine glass to her lips, and a tiny drop of condensation slide off the stem. The drop landed in the heavenly curves of her cleavage, and I watched it glisten as she finished what was
left in her glass. She didn’t seem to notice, or if she did notice then she didn’t care. She put the glass back on the table, and then looked me directly in the eyes before speaking.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to” she said.
My heart skipped a beat as she said it and I was sure for a moment that I was fucked as I tried to answer her nonchalantly.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re trying to get me drunk so you can take me back to the room and fuck the shit out of me” she said, and the slight slur to her speech had indicated that I would have been on the road to success, if that was my goal.
“You’ve caught me – red handed” I said as I raised my hands in the air, catching another glimpse of my watch on the way by.
8:40
I stood from the table and offered her my hand, watching as she swayed as she rose from her seat. I had my arm around her as she stepped from the table, and I led her to the door. The fact that the majority of the male heads in the restaurant turned to look at her as we passed was not lost on me. Julie looked good – as good as she had ever looked – and was succeeding in spilling out of her tight dress.
The fact that she staggered on our way back to the room was reason enough for me to have my hands all over her, although I knew at that point that I didn’t need a reason. We stopped at least once on the way and she had her tongue in my mouth almost before I had managed to wrap my hands around the curves of her ass. But I didn’t have time for kissing on our walk to the room, and I broke the embrace as I hurried her back.
“Ooh you want to get me in that room, don’t you” she cooed. “Are you going to fuck me?”
My hands on her body urging her forward were all the answer she needed. She giggled as I prodded her, and after an excruciating eternity I got her to the room. She stopped, planting her back against the door and waiting for a kiss, teasing me before letting me get her inside. Her giggling continued as I nudged her through the door, giving myself one last chance to glimpse the watch on my wrist.
8:55
She crossed in front of the bed to the far wall, turning on each light to fully illuminate the room as she smiled. It was our inside joke. I usually preferred to make love in the dark, while she would tease me by turning the lights on. But tonight I wanted the light – I wanted to see each and every thing that would happen to her. And I watched her as she started to unzip the dress from her body.
“No!” I said, defying all logic in her mind that I wouldn’t want her suddenly naked. “Let me!”
She smiled as she came to me, the zipper just starting to come down on her dress. I grabbed her with my left hand, bringing her mouth to mine. As much as I wanted her naked, as much as I wanted her tits in my hands, I needed to stall for just a few minutes longer. But I couldn’t help myself from exploring her body at least a little, just to ensure she was ready.
I wrapped my right arm around her, bringing my hand to the hem of her dress. I put my tongue in her mouth, relishing the sound of her moan as I snaked my hand up under her dress. The angle was tight, and only made my hand press against her harder, but I needed to feel her. I fought to get my fingers under the waistband of her panties, and was thrilled to discover she was wearing none.
I must have let out some kind of audible gasp without even realizing, because Julie pulled her head back as she giggled.
“I thought you’d like that.”
It was a rhetorical statement, and I could feel my cock reflecting everything I needed to know about liking my wife without any panties on. But time was slipping away from me, and I still needed to check her. My fingers traveled past the point of her thigh where her underwear would have provided a barrier until I touched the silky smooth hair covering her sex. I could feel her heat even before my fingers touched her, and when they did touch her, they slipping into folds that were warm and moist.
“Oh God” she said. “I need you to fuck me now!”
Had another moment passed, it might have happened. My cock was straining and I was only two thin layers of fabric away from Julie’s wet pussy. But at that moment I heard it – Julie and I both heard it. There came a faint knock on the door, precisely at the moment we had agreed upon, and I pulled away to look at the confused expression on my tipsy wife’s face.
Chapter 6
I had intentionally left the door unlocked for him, and I watched as it eased open and he stuck his head inside. He saw the two of us standing there, Julie in a partial state of undress, and he smiled before coming in completely and closing the door behind him. He was dressed in shorts and a starched button up dress shirt, which had the appearance of formal attire compared to what he had been wearing in the sports hut the first time Julie had met him.
“I’ve asked Thomas to stop by and help me with my part of our fantasies” I said, realizing that Julie’s eyes had not left him since he stepped inside. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Thomas moved closer, closing the distance between himself and my wife, the smile never leaving his face. He was close enough to me that I could smell the cologne he was wearing, accenting the intrigue of another man so close to my partially dressed wife. He stepped closer still, almost parallel to me, and I took a step backwards to give the two of them space.
“Hello pretty Julie” he said in the thick accent of the island. “I’m so glad I get a chance to see you again, you are such a beautiful lady.”
The words rolled off his tongue with the ease of a man who had spoken that way to many women in his time working the island. Julie stood in front of him with her dress partially unzipped, not moving towards him but not moving away. I knew that her pussy was wet and her mind was relaxed, her inhibitions dulled from the wine we had drank. She was drunk and horny yet not sure what to do, but it didn’t matter as Thomas reached out his hands to her.
“Why don’t we start pretty Julie” he said, “By getting this off that precious body of yours.”
The compliments in his thick island tongue were an aphrodisiac to her, I was sure of it. As long as he kept speaking to her like that, she would offer him little resistance – if it ever occurred to her to resist him at all. His hands were at the zipper, tugging as far as the metal teeth would allow, before the dress fell completely open, giving a glimpse of her body beneath. Thomas took the fabric in his hands and pulled it down, and proceeded to help my wife step out of the dress that had been partially hiding her body.
Thomas said something unintelligible, which I realized must have been a compliment in his own native tongue. He continued looking at her as she stood there, her body on open display in front of the handsome, black stranger, until he spoke again.
“So beautiful, so beautiful – let’s have a closer look at you love” he said.
His arms were around her at once, embracing her, while his hands went to the clasp of her bra. I watched as she closed her eyes and gasped, feeling him undressing her further and showing no signs at all of offering him any resistance.
The straps of her bra went slack and in a moment were off her shoulders, freeing her big, beautiful breasts. I watched him strip the bra from her body, tossing it aside as if it were a wrapper he had just torn off a piece of candy. Her breasts were milky white, a sharp contrast to the golden brown of her skin that had been exposed to the sun. They were an even starker contrast to his black hands, and I watched with bated breath as he raised them and palmed each of her big breasts.
Julie gasped at his touch, and I could see her nipples starting to pucker from her excitement. Thomas caressed them slowly, like a man who was all too familiar with how to stroke another man’s wife. His hands toyed with them, pinching her nipples and eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. Thomas then surprised us both by covering her mouth with his and giving her a long, soulful kiss.
I needed to step back from the two of them and sit in the closest chair that I could find. My cock was hard – as hard as it had ever been – and my head was suddenly light. Had I made a mistake? Had I
taken this too far? The thoughts skirted across my mind as I watched my wife, completely naked, being kissed by this dark, island stranger.
“Here love” he said, breaking the kiss and stepping back from her. “Just a little more, yes?”
His hands left her breasts and drifted down her midsection. I could see her big tits heaving, the nipples long and erect. I knew that was a clear signal for what he would find as his hands traveled lower. Her pussy had been wet when I was kissing her – I couldn’t imagine what Thomas would find as his hands dipped below her waist.
“Atta girl” he said, as his long, black fingers dipped between her legs.
He surprised us both yet again by gently stepping her backwards, pushing her against the mattress of the bed. Her body moved back and in a quick, agile movement he had my wife on her back on the big bed. He lifted her legs as he scooted her back on the mattress, quickly positioning himself in front of her on the bed.
“That’s it love” he said, as he propped each of her legs up in front of him.
Her feet were both planted on the bed, and her legs naturally spread open wide in from of him. It was what he had intended – she was shamelessly on display in front of him – her pussy wet and her legs spread open wide. I waited for it, I waited for him to strip and mount her. But I watched as both of his black hands traveled up her thighs, and he bent closer to inspect my drunken wife.
“Oh, yes” he said, as his black fingers traced their way around her wet pussy.
I watched my wife squirm under his touch. Her wet pussy was on display in front of another man for the first time in over a decade, and I knew her mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening. Her breathing quickened as he toyed with her, and when he lowered his mouth to her she began to audibly gasp.
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