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Jamaican Holiday Ch. 01

By: jayewatcher



Background: At the time these events happened in 2004, my wife Jaye and I had been married 21 years. At 42, she was 5' 2", 130 lbs (a few well upholstered curves), small A cup breasts just starting to show a little sag but still perky and jiggly, shoulder length dirty blond hair, a nice ass, gently rounded belly and hips from bearing two children, a plump "fat" pussy -- pouting lips and a prominent clit - and long, sensitive nipples which always look like they are erect and cause her to wear a bra for protection against chafing as well as for modesty in our mid-West community. She was embarrassed about her body, feeling her nipples and clit were "abnormal" no matter how much I told her she was beautiful and I loved them and thought them sexy. (Even when not aroused, her clit and hood push out and separate her labia. When aroused they dangle in front of her and the loose hood can be pulled back to reveal about 1 ½ inches of shaft. She was teased because of it in school, and through her adult life had kept a full bush to try to cover it. I only saw it clearly when she was shaved for the birth of our two daughters.) However, body image issues aside, she enjoyed all variations of sex -- oral, vaginal, anal, and bondage/discipline. I was her first, and taught her early on to always swallow and that part of having sex was cleaning off my cock afterward. Jaye is also multi-orgasmic and once she starts into her "Big Bang" will be rocked by hard orgasmic waves sometimes going on for 5-10 minutes. I was also 42, with - for you out there who care - a 7" moderately thick cut cock and a few extra pounds. 

In 2004 we went to Jamaica for a two week's stay at a resort for our 21st wedding anniversary. As with most real couples with lives and kids, our sex life, although generally good, had had its ups and downs, but with the youngest kid just off to college I was looking at trying to jazz it up again. We had fallen into a comfortable rut, usually some heavy petting once or twice a week followed by me eating her out to her Big Bang and then mounting her to ride out and extend her string of orgasms. Now and then we would spice it up with anal or be in the mood for straight quick dirty fucking or the occasional D/s scene. I am always looking forward to a certain look she gets when she is consumed by lust -- eyes vague, eyelids half-closed, jaw slack, breasts heaving and those long nipples hard as rocks. When she gets to that point her clit is so swollen that it sticks out and the slightest caress causes her to shudder and jerk. At that point she will do anything. Unfortunately, as we went through the roller coaster of raising teenagers, it had been a while since I had seen that look. I was hoping that two weeks in the tropics at a beach resort would bring back the passion.

I had done some checking and had read in blogs that a lot of folks went to this resort so the wives could get black cock. My wife and I weren't swingers, and had never been interested in cuckolding or IR sex, although I have had the occasional fantasy. I wasn't really looking for anything to happen along those lines, but thought it might be an interesting vibe seeing what goes on while we had our own fun.

We arrived on Sunday and the first couple of days we just swam, sunned, fucked and sucked, happy to leave behind our everyday existence and the roles of parents -- to regain a sense of ourselves. The place had a "clothing optional" (CO) beach as well as a clothing required one for the families and tourists that hadn't checked the place out. I had steered us over to it on the first day, but she wasn't in the spirit to strip. She's no prude and had gone topless on European beaches years ago. But she -- well both of us -- was a little shocked, not by the nudity, but by the number of naked white women hanging out -- and in some cases making out -- with black men -- sometimes with white men who we assumed were their husbands sitting nearby. 

However, by Tuesday afternoon we had gotten tired of the grandmothers and kids on the clothing beach and were more comfortable with seeing the widespread interaction of white women and Black men -- and occasionally white men and Black women -- all over the resort, so we headed over to the "CO" beach with Jaye wearing a one piece suit ("It's clothing optional and I opt for clothing!"). We moved down toward a less crowded area that only had a few other people, mostly interracial couples, all white women and Black men, but a few threesomes as well. After looking around a little at the full nudity, she peeled down her top, exposing those perky breasts with their long nipples that I love. I was proud of her. Her body is in pretty good shape albeit a little padded and rounded in the belly and hips -- she actually looks thinner and younger naked - and she easily held her own in comparison to the other naked women. She kept on the bottom of the suit, sun hat and sunglasses and avoided eye contact, but said nothing when I started to rub suntan oil on her back. I kept my trunks on partially to support her, but also to hide my erection. I was more turned on as I realized we were getting some curious, and a couple of appreciative, stares. Not only was it erotic oiling her up, running my slick hands over her back and thighs, but doing it in public and doing it to an audience was a real kicker.

Finishing her back, I told her to roll over and sit up so I could get her front. She looked at me curiously but did so. I then had her lean back on her elbows, which pushed her breasts up and out for all to see as I spread the oil over them. She quickly became aware that she had an audience and lay down. Blushing, she pulled her hat over her face and called me a "Pervert!' But she didn't stop me and I continued to oil her up. It was obvious that she was intrigued because as I stroked her breasts the nipples stood up harder and longer and her legs separated slightly. Eventually she commented that her breasts were probably well protected so I continued down her belly and onto her thighs and legs. Working back up her inner thighs, I suggested she remove her suit completely -- there were a variety of totally naked people all around -- but she refused.

We lay and sunned for a while, mindful of the playtime activities of the naked white women and Black men around us. Apparently, sun burn on genitals is a real problem because there was a lot of oiling going on. Black men stroking white women's breasts and crotches, white women oiling up muscled Black bodies and cocks, even some white men oiling up their women in front of the Black men. 

The crowd thinned and after a while there was only one threesome about 15 yards from us. An older, flabby, bald, white man with a shriveled cock and hanging balls was oiling up a large, naked, well-muscled Black man as the woman watched. She was also middle aged with a wide butt, pendulous breasts and a rounded belly, but not gross - sort of Rubens-esque but with bigger boobs. The Black man was reclining back on an elbow, his large Black cock, even though flaccid, laying across his thigh, with his other arm around the naked white woman. Her white husband - I could see the glint of his wedding band -- kneeled in front of them and started to apply the oil to the Black man's thighs. The Black man noticed that we were watching and had the husband move to the side so we could see all three of them. The husband continued oiling the Black man's legs then did his shoulders and cut chest and abs, working his way down his belly to his crotch. 

Both my wife and I were mesmerized watching this play out.

The Black man spoke to the husband who stopped oiling and shuffled on his knees through the sand to the other side of his wife and started to apply oil to her breasts and then between her thighs, for which she spread her legs, giving us a view of her shaved pussy as her husband applied the oil first to her labia, then pushed two fingers into her.

Jaye gasped at that and I looked over to see her breasts heaving, nipples distended.

The Wife started to breathe heavier, I guess, because her boobs started to lift higher as her husband kept sliding his fingers into her.

Then, at a word from the Black man, the husband shuffled back to his master's side and proceeded to apply oil to the Black cock, and very large set of balls, sliding his white hand up and down. The Black man smiled at us and cupped the woman's large breast -- jiggling it at us. She smiled as well and then turned her head and kissed the Black man, obviously sucking on his thick lips and tongue.

The Black cock seemed to grow in length and thickness as the husband stroked it. Eventually it was standing straight up.

My wife let out a moan. "Let's get out of here! Now!"

With that we headed back, my wife topless and seemingly unconcerned as we passed through the pool bar area to our cabana where she peeled off her suit and grabbed my cock, rasping out "I'm so horny! Do me now!!" I pushed her down on the bed and slid my fingers along her crack -- it was juicing freely and her clit was hard. 

Our entertainment on the beach had fired me up as well and I was hard, so I mounted her without my usual pussy eating. She was so wet that when I positioned my cockhead against her pussy lips, it slid in without resistance and I bottomed out hard. She let out a grunt and then, surprisingly, came immediately. I paused to let the wave roll over her but she grabbed my hips and pulled me back in.

"Don't stop!! Ungh! Keep going!! Agghh! God you feel so big and hard! Keep going! Yes!" She is never a dead fish during sex but she had never been this vocal nor come so quickly.

With our excitement levels and her urging me to cum, I banged away for about 3 minutes and another of her orgasms before I came at last with a roar. 

After a quick rest and clean up, we fucked and sucked more slowly, me coming once more, her having a Big Bang, both from my eating her and from my cock. Finally, she said she was too sensitive to continue.

After a nap to recuperate, we headed out for dinner, talking about what we had been seeing. 

Dinner talk

"Why do these white women come for Black guys?" Jaye asked. I offered that it seemed like this was a great place for an adventure -- away from home and moral strictures, a chance to try the forbidden.

"Yeah, but what about the white married women?" I didn't have an answer there, beyond maybe that the adventure thing still held and maybe they weren't getting what they wanted at home.

"But what about their husbands HELPING!" I hadn't figured that out.

Dinner came and we ate a little.

"Would you want me to have a Black guy?" 

I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. I had a real rush oiling you up in public. I was very proud of your poise and how beautiful you are (she sniffed in rejection of the compliment). As to being with another guy, I don't know. Probably not. Maybe. I guess if you wanted to as long as it didn't change our relationship. As an adventure. Here. But I'm not aching for it to happen."

This put the question back on her and I could see she wasn't happy with the answer.

The resort restaurant provided a Caribbean show after 9 PM -- calypso music, steel drums, and Limbo dancing lessons. We had noticed that although the mixed couples were much in evidence at dinner they seemed to disappear before the show, which was lame tourist stuff for the families and oldies. After only two nights it was already stale.

We asked one of the Black waiters about that and he suggested that if we wanted a more "authentic" experience, we should go to "Z'club." It was technically not on the resort so non-guests -- locals -- could frequent it, yet within easy walking distance down the beach. I asked about the French name on an English island and he said it was Jamaican slang for "Zebra Club." "Try it, I tink ya lady really like it - most folk who come here do" he said, giving my wife a long appreciative look.

After he left, a couple at the next table said that they had heard the waiter talking about Z'club. They were familiar with it and were going over about 10pm and would be happy to show us if we were interested. We thought about it for a minute, but Jaye declined and we headed back for our cabana -- fucked out but pleasantly so. We tried the show one more time, but realized we should have gone with them.

Jamaican Holiday Ch. 02



Wednesday

After breakfast we took a tour of a rum distillery, then lunch and a suck-and-fuck. After a nap, I asked her if she wanted to go to the beach. 

"The CO beach?"

"Yeah"

"Uh, I guess so. But I'm not getting naked!" I was disappointed, but said that whatever she felt comfortable with was fine. I noticed, though, that she put on a two-piece suit.

At the beach she picked out an empty spot. I offered to oil her up and she lay on her belly while I did her back and legs. After a while we went swimming. The water cooled us off then the sun warmed us. As we were warming up -- and making out a little -,the Couple and the Big Black Guy (BBG) (as I called them in my mind) walked by, saw us and set up about 10 yards away. We returned their greetings and watched them, laying on our bellies.

The husband removed his clothes, then his Wife's towel, revealing her lush, nude body. Then he removed the BBG's wife-beater and dropped to his knees to remove his shorts. As he did so, BBG Big Black Cock flopped out into his face. (Jaye gasped) He paused a moment and reached for it but BBG said something and he scuttled on his knees to his Wife.

She stood facing us with her legs spread while her husband oiled her ankles, then calves, finally spending a long time massaging her thick thighs.

As he started toward her crotch, BBG again spoke. The husband scuttled off and the Wife dropped to her knees, keeping them widespread and putting her hands behind her head.

BBG walked over to her, his Black sausage almost touching her face. The Wife leaned slightly forward and kissed it.

Jaye let out another gasp.

BBG knelt down and started oiling the Wife's back. Slowly. Sensually.

Jaye let out a low "Oh Hell! Oil my back, B!" It wasn't a request. "And take off your suit!"

"Uh..."

"You want me naked - why shouldn't you be, too? You're not embarrassed are you? You shouldn't be, my stud!" she teased.

While I stripped off my suit she removed her top. I started to oil her shoulders, working down to her butt.

"Just my shoulders and back."

I realized she wanted me to mirror BBG and concentrated on where I thought his hands were on the Wife.

The Wife was watching us and said something to BBG, who looked at us and grinned.

He continued on down her back to her buttocks, his Big Black Cock bumping against her thigh. Now and then he would deliberately rub it against her thigh, and it would twitch and seem to grow, causing Jaye to gasp each time, as if it were her being caressed.

Working on her back, I periodically leaned forward and did the same with my cock. Jaye would give me an "Mmmm" but her eyes stayed glued on the Black man and white woman in front of us.

I couldn't see his hand on the Wife's butt but suddenly there were Black fingers emerging between her legs. Then back under, then out again, as he was obviously massaging her pussy. She moaned and wobbled and he grabbed a large pillowed breast to steady her. Jaye let out a moan as well.

I tried to do her butt by slipping my hand under her bikini bottom, but it wasn't working.

"Do you want to take your bottom off?"

"No!"

Now BBG shifted to oiling the Wife's shoulders and down her chest. He stopped and looked at us then started rubbing the oil into her lush breasts, then stopped again and looked at us expectantly.

Jaye let out another "Aw Hell!" and pushed herself up facing them, placing her hands behind her head, spreading her knees, and pushing out her chest to mirror the Wife.

"Go ahead, B!"

With an internal mental cheer, I started on her shoulders and then her breasts. BBG and I were in control now, rubbing our ladies tit flesh. He would jiggle one at me, I would respond, then I would grasp one of Jaye's long nipples, which were rock hard now, and give it a pull and twist, and he would copy me.

The Wife's eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth. Jaye was also breathing through her mouth, her chest getting red and mottled, but her eyes were fixed on them.

As his hand reached the Wife's pussy again, he grabbed her by her crotch and rubbed his Black cock against her thigh. She let out a moan.

I did the same to Jay, grabbing her bikini-covered crotch and rubbing myself. I was hard instantly, although not near the size of BBG.

Now BBG started to directly massage and finger the Wife. I tried to copy but the suit was again in my way.

"Don't you want to take it off?"

"No! Slide your hand in!"

I knew why she didn't want to take her bottom off: as I stroked her crotch I could feel her engorged clit sticking out like a small cock, tenting her swimsuit bottom.

Evilly, I nodded my head to them to indicate they should look down and stroked her mound with my fingers spread so that the bulge showed even larger and squeezed it with my other hand. She moaned "Please don't!"

Then I slid my hand inside her bottom, stroked her pussy lips to separate them and plunged a finger into her pussy.

Jaye let out a wail and snapped her knees shut. Gasping for breath she grabbed a towel and started back to the resort, still topless with her long nipples pointing at the sun 

"Let's go!"

I tried to catch up to her but she was moving out, leaving me to worry if I had gone too far.

Back at the cabana I found her leaning over the dresser, shuddering and sobbing. I took her in my arms and held her.

"I'm sorry if I pushed you too far, baby." More tears.

"You didn't push me too far, B. I wanted to -- I wanted to go even further! But I was --am -- too scared! What if they laugh at me and call me a freak?"

"They won't, Jaye. You are beautiful! And here, on that beach, with those folks, I am positive is the last place in the world anyone would call you a freak. Relax, go with it -- or not. Whatever you are comfortable with. Just don't stress out over it." 

She had regained some control now. She sniffled and looked up at me.

"Gawd it was erotic, wasn't it?" 

"Wow! I've never experienced anything like it!"

"You're sure they won't laugh at me?"

I knew from the question that she had already decided to go back.

"I'm positive!"

"Then make love to me B, I'm so horny I'll explode!"

I pushed her onto the bed. She immediately pulled her legs up to her chest to give me access to her gushing pussy, and I began lapping her juices and swirling my tongue around and sucking her swollen dicklet.

The Big Bang that followed was, as she said, one for the record books. I hopped on and sank my rock hard cock into her. She was so wet there was very little friction, so I rammed into her harder and harder. She grunted and moaned with the pounding but kept urging me on. In a few minutes I was cumming so hard I was afraid I'd have a heart attack. We were both wiped out and slept until dinner

We looked for Paul and Sheila again at dinner and asked if the invitation to go to the Z'Club was still open. They said yes and we talked for a bit, finding out that they had been here twice before, had arrived this trip the same day we had, and had seen us around.

At 9:45 we met them at the poolside bar. They were in their mid 30s, blond, tanned and fit, from California. He was wearing the male uniform for the resort - a Hawaian shirt, shorts and sandals. She was wearing a brief bikini top which showed off her gorgeous breasts ("Fake!" according to my wife) and very short skirt which showed off her toned legs.

Jaye was wearing her usual lightly padded bra under a knit beach cover up outfit consisting of a boat neck top with ¾ sleeves and an ankle length skirt. I was wearing the same as Paul.

Wednesday Night - The Zebra Club, 1st night

The club was a 10 minute walk along the beach in the moonlight, on the edge of a small village and well off the beaten tourist lanes, down an unpaved track nestled in the palms.

It was mostly a large three sided shack with a bar and some tables. Out the open back was a beaten down dance floor flanked on two sides by more tables and barely illuminated with a string of Christmas light bulbs. There was a steel band and a boom box for music.

The place was pretty full, and it had an interesting mix: mostly Black Jamaicans, but with several tables of white tourists. We sat at one populated by folks I had seen around the resort. Paul and Sheila were well known to them. And then there was a third group: white women in scanty outfits with Black men and a few with Black and white men, - the latter mostly middle-aged, although there were a couple of young guys - who seemed to be buying drinks for the Blacks. There was no interplay between this group of whites and the other tourists.

Whatever the dynamic, the beer was cold, the drinks strong, and the music great. The Calypso dancing here was very different from what the resort put on -- sort of a "Dirty Dancing, Caribbean Style". Lots of grinding of crotches and grabbing of various body parts by both sexes. 

We ordered drinks and watched the show on the dance floor. The Black girls generally wore tube tops, halter tops, or bikini tops with mini-skirts or shorts and were shoeless or in sandals. The Black Men wore wife beaters or T-shirts and pajama bottoms or shorts. Their dancing together was sinuous, sensuous, and with an animal energy, crotches grinding and hands sliding over each other.

The whites generally stayed with what they learned at the resort and looked a little silly, but some of the whites -- usually women -- tried to copy the natives.

Paul and Sheila were in the latter group and doing it well -- particularly after 2 or 3 drinks.

In any event, Jaye was having a ball. We danced several numbers together, trying to copy the locals -- much to their amusement. Eventually I had to quit and sat down to watch.

Jaye is a natural dancer with a super sense of rhythm and the music and rum drinks were really loosening her up. Several young men stopped by to flatter her and offer to teach her "Jamaican style," but she turned them down even though I could tell she wanted to continue dancing. Sheila teased her, telling her to lighten up -- this was just dancing. Jaye answered that it was obvious they thought -- or were hoping -- every white woman was there for sex. Sheila giggled and shrugged, "Of course! Some are just kids trying to get laid, but most of the men here make their living that way! They are called "Renti!" But their interest is real -- and real hard -- even if it's not for your brains! Go with it or not, but have fun! You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!" And with that she grabbed the arm of an athletic young Black man and headed for the dance floor. As soon as they got to the middle, Sheila melted into his arms and started grinding her tits into his chest and her crotch into his groin. The action was so hot that one of her grapefruit-sized boobs popped out. She let him put it back into the bikini top in the middle of the dance floor and continued with her dry humping.

Jaye sat there surprised for a minute, but Paul and I were cracking up, both at Sheila's comments and the look on Jaye's face. It was kind of like watching Samantha and Charlotte in "Sex and the City."

Finally, a young man with a lythe, well-cut physique, dread locks and a goatee shooed off the floaters, introduced himself as Samuel, and, looking Jaye firmly in the eye, told her that HE would teach her to dance. She looked at him for a minute then at me. I told her to go, it was just dancing, and she might as well learn it right and besides, the booze was getting to me. 

Internally, after watching the mixed couples all week, the shenanigans on the beach, and Jaye's question at dinner the previous night, I wanted to see my wife with one of these Black men -- what it would look like and how I would feel.

They danced the first dance side by side with him showing her the moves, not even touching. The second dance they assumed a "normal" dance position with about a half-arm's distance between them, again going through the motions but not touching. The third dance, the band picked up the beat some and he pulled her close to him and put both hands on her ass, telling her to do the same to him. Her head only came to his muscled shoulder so his crotch was pressed into her belly. They started to grind, she hesitant at first, he with natural authority. As the song went on, Jaye's natural rhythm picked up the beat, but she was a little clumsy.

At the end of the set, they returned to the table. Jaye was flushed and out of breath. I ordered fresh drinks while we got to know each other and Samuel complimented her on her dancing. "Thank you Samuel, that was great but I feel so clutzy. It's like I can't move out there."

"It ya clothes, pretty lady. Ja got on too much. Ya legs can't move. Why don ja tuck up ja hem into ja waist so ja legs can move?"

Jaye did so, the tucking revealing her entire leg and thigh to her waist.

Just then the band started again. She grabbed Samuel's hand and they were off to the dance floor. More grabbing of asses and now her breasts through the fabric, and occasionally I could see Samuel's Black hand on my wife's bare thigh and disappearing under her skirt. 

This time she was better, but they returned after two dances.

"I'm still too hot and confined!"

Samuel called a waitress over "Girl, take da pretty lady to de back and help she wid she costume!" 

Jaye looked at me for a minute, unsure, and then thanked him and said the outfit was new and that it was time we should be going.

Back in our cabana, I stripped her naked, pushed her on the bed and started eating her. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?"

'Mmmm, yes! Better than I thought I would."

"I did, too"

As she climaxed, I slid into her wet pussy and caressed her hair as I stroked in and out,

"I thought you looked sexy out there tonight dancing with Samuel. The contrast of his Black skin on yours was really hot. I thought you looked beautiful and I was very proud of the way you moved. You are a hot sexy Momma!"

"Thank you! You weren't jealous?"

"Do you still love me?" 

"Of course I do!"

"Then why should I be jealous? I'm the one having sex with you, not him!"

My orgasm built as I replayed the evening in my mind, especially Samuel's Black hand sliding under my wife's skirt to grab her panty-clad crotch. When I was done, Jaye licked and sucked me clean.

As we drifted off to sleep thoughts kept running through my head: Had he felt her clit? Was it hard when he touched it? She hadn't reacted when he did it or mentioned it later. Why not? What would they look like naked together?



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 03



Thursday

We did some sightseeing in the morning, had a lunch fuck and siesta, and then decided to head for the beach in the late afternoon.

This time no coaxing was needed and we headed for the CO beach, Jaye removing her top as soon as we were around the bend from the resort, and both of us making jokes about what we might see. I noticed Jaye was more relaxed with her nakedness and made some nervous eye contact with admirers as we strolled looking for a likely spot.

We found the Couple and BBG again with a small group of interracial couples and threesomes. The Wife greeted us and waved us close. When we settled, Jaye asked me to oil her up. After I finished her back and legs she got on her knees facing the Couple, and asked me to do her front, shoving her small tits out for all present to see. Again, we attracted polite interest and several other couples assumed similar positions and did the same thing. I was going nuts with the eroticism of what was basically group sex conducted by individual couples. The reality of my wife displaying her tits in public for me to caress, me rubbing her tits in public, and seeing the other couples, Black hands on white breasts and butts, had my mind spinning -- and my cock hard.

I commented to Jaye that she seemed to be the only one there with her bottoms on. "Not ready for that yet....."

After sunning awhile and going in for a swim (I needed the cold water to lower my erection), she asked me to oil her up again. I started with her back and then moved to her front. She wiggled a couple of times and said "My suit is clammy and catching sand. I'm going to take it off. You take off yours, too."

"All right!" I screamed in my head!

With a deep breath, she wiggled out of it and quickly got on her knees facing BBG and the Couple, but kept her legs together. Then she noticed that the Wife was watching with an approving look and nod. The Wife motioned for her husband to shuffle over and oil her up as well.

We husbands kept doing our duty, the ladies watching each other's activities. His hand kept working down her belly to her shaved mound. I followed suit, getting as close as Jaye's tightly clamped legs would let me, wondering where this was going but enjoying the journey.

Suddenly BBG came up behind the Wife and dismissed the husband. Now his Big Black hands were hefting her floppy tits and rolling her nipples between his long fingers.

I shifted my position and did the same, jiggling Jaye's little tits as much as they would and tweaking her long nipples for the watching audience before going back to oiling. Several other couples were watching the show with interest but Jaye was oblivious to them, only seeing BBG running his hands over the Wife. Both women's breathing was quickening.

Our oiling now moved down our women's bellies to their pubic mounds. The long Black fingers dipped between the Wife's bald pussy lips. She shuddered and arched her back, obviously desiring a deeper intrusion.

I tried to copy him, but Jaye's clamped thighs stopped me. Her face showed her struggle.

"It's all right. Do it!" I said in my best Dom whisper.

Jaye blushed deeply and opened her legs revealing her pouting clit sticking out of her bush to the watchers. I think the Wife understood, because she smiled encouragement.

As soon as my wife's legs parted, I continued rubbing the oil down to her mound, but paused at pressing between Jaye's labia, an unspoken question.

Whatever was going on in her head, the scene had her worked up to the point that she was willing to overcome her shame about her clit.

She arched her back as my fingers stroked and separated her labia, then hissed "Oh Yessssss!" and pushed her mound onto my fingers, forcing them inside her.

BBG and I continued to stroke our ladies for the amusement of the audience and their pleasure for several minutes.

Finally Jaye panted, "Let's go back to the room, B!"

I helped her to her feet, gathered her suit up, wrapped a towel around her waist and we headed back.

Nasty fuck

Inside our cabana, Jaye was a mad woman: she dropped her towel, fell to her knees and pulled down my trunks. My hard cock flopped out and she sucked on it greedily for a few strokes then dragged me by it to the bed. She got into a doggie position and begged me to do her hard and quick.

I was in a lust fog as well, but aware enough to realize that the maid had left the window blinds and windows wide open.

"Shall I shut the blinds?" I panted

"No! Just stick it in me -- Now!!

She pulled me down on the bed and straddled me in a reverse cowgirl, facing the open window, then guided my prick back and forth along her gushing pussy before pressing it in.

Soon she was moaning loudly and bouncing up and down, her little tits and stuffed pussy in full view of anyone who passed by.

It didn't take me long to come with a loud groan. As my softening cock plopped out of her, she collapsed on the bed next to me and guided my head to her pussy. 

"I didn't cum, B! Make me cum! Please make me cum! I need it!"

Normally, after I cum she cleans me and then hits the bathroom to clean herself before I start licking her. But today we were both so hot all the formalities were forgotten.

I plunged my face into her pussy. Although I tried to avoid my cum oozing out of her, I got some on my tongue. Somewhere in the back of my mind I noted it tasted good and actually was very erotic.

In a few minutes she was bucking and moaning and her Big Bang hit. It went on for at least 15 waves, and then I sucked on her nipples and brought on a few more until she begged me to stop because she was too sensitive.

As we lay cuddling we talked about how hot the scene at the beach was and how she wanted me there but couldn't let herself go. I asked her about the sex in front of the open window and she said it seemed right - she wanted to be nasty and she wanted everyone to see her, yet she was safe in her own room as opposed to being exposed on the beach. Except for the presence and absence of sand I couldn't see the difference but if it worked for her who was I to argue?

I told her we would have to do this more often, thinking of the exhibitionism. She said she thought that was a good idea, especially me eating her immediately after I came, as she was still at her peak of arousal and wouldn't have to build back up. (Guy logic versus girl logic) Then we drifted off into an exhausted nap.

Thursday - Z Club 2nd Night

We had dinner with Paul and Sheila, who was wearing a gauzy blouse which clearly showed she was naked underneath and a short skirt. I wondered if she had anything on underneath that. She flirted shamelessly with the Black waiter.

After dinner we gathered at the bar to head for the Z'club. Sheila had switched to a skimpy bikini top and an even shorter skirt. Jaye was wearing her beach cover up outfit -- the closest thing she had brought to evening wear. I had pointed out that a bikini top and shorts would have been fine but she insisted.

As we made small talk at the bar, Sheila looked at Jaye and said, "Isn't the weather here so nice? No need to close the windows!" Jaye blushed a little looking at me and agreed, asking her where on the resort they were staying.

"Oh! We're in the cabana across from your bedroom!" Jaye blushed a deep red and her hand shook, but Sheila just laughed and Paul suggested we head out.

We walked over and as we settled ourselves at a table with several other couples, Jaye again brought up the "Why?" and "What do they get out of it?" questions.

Sheila offered that there were as many reasons as there were women. Some (and she illustrated by pointing out several) were taking advantage of the exotic location to try something taboo at home. Some -- and she pointed out a couple of middle aged women -- were getting action they couldn't at home, usually because of looks or age. Then she pointed out a couple of tables of threesomes. Some were into group sex, some were into sharing, some were into the cuckolding thing (Shiela had to explain what cuckolding was) and humiliating their husbands. She pointed out the middle-aged Couple we had played with on the beach. 

"They are an interesting couple: he can't anymore, she still wants it, and they have a kink thing where he services both her and the Bulls if they will let him. Everybody wins!" 

"Why? And how do you know?"

"He wants her to have fun, to see her satisfied, even if he can't do it. He also likes the humiliation part -- kinky. And I know the same way you know them -- from the beach last year and talking to them here. They are really a sweet couple. And they sure put on a show don't they?"

Jaye blushed.

"And your show today wasn't bad either! Good going!"

We both blushed.

Sheila then insisted we go talk to them. The Wife smiled broadly when she recognized Jaye and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips, telling her how lovely she was and how mice it was to have someone to "play" with. They were indeed a delightful couple: the Wife, now in her early 60s, had been a trophy second wife twice, marrying the husband 20 years ago after her first husband died; he,in his 70s, was still in business, but getting ready to retire. They had travelled widely but now visited this resort four times a year.

As I talked to the husband and the ladies chattered, BBG joined us. Jaye was visibly shaken and her hand trembled as we shook hands. He kept hold of her hand while we were introduced and had her sit down next to him while the husband started asking me about what I did for a living. BBG -- his name was Jamal - complimented my wife on her beauty and poise and asked her questions about how we were enjoying Jamaica, trailing his fingers lightly along the inside of her forearm.

Jaye, still nervous, gushed and said she was having a wonderful time. She licked her lips and told him she was discovering so many new things to see and do. 

How did she like the beach? She blushed and told him it was her second favorite thing about Jamaica. 

What was her first? "The time I've been able to spend with my husband, of course!" (Trying to regain control of the situation)

"Is your husband enjoying the beach as well?" She disengaged her hand nervously. "He seems to be."

Just then the music started up and the Wife grabbed Jamal to dance. As he left for the dance floor, he flashed a sparkling white grin at Jaye: "It been a pleasure meeting you in person. Mebe we see you again -- soon!" Jaye blushed deeply.

We went back to our table, Jaye still flustered, and Sheila suggested they go to the "Ladies."

I sat there thinking about the husband wanting to see his wife satisfied part. Jaye is so beautiful when she is in the throes of passion. I would love to see her like that all the time but that of course is impossible. And I have often missed out on some of it because my head is buried in her crotch. Watching her with Samuel last night let me enjoy the view of his hands on her and I wondered again about what they would look like naked together.

But what did that make me?

On her return, Jaye was anxious and obviously looking for someone. Several lads flirted with her and asked her to dance, and to my surprise she tucked up her skirt as she had the night before and accepted, enjoying the dancing and being groped by the young men and giving as good as she got. 

About 11PM, Samuel showed up and again shooed the lads away, sitting next to Jaye and taking charge of her without paying much attention to me.

As they returned from a set, during which his hands were often deep under her skirt, Jaye was again complaining about being too confined. 

"I tell ja last night, pretty Lady, it ya costume! Let Melissa help ya!"

"Uh, OK"

The waitress was again called over and the girls disappeared into the night.

They were gone for about 15 minutes and when Jaye returned and did a pirouette, everyone at the table applauded.

Jaye's ankle length skirt had been cut off at mid thigh. Her ¾ length sleeves were cut to short sleeves, and the top's length was shortened to the end of her rib cage, revealing her bare midriff. 

A quick drink (#4 for her) and Jaye and Samuel were off again. This time they did the full set complete with crotch grinding and Samuel's hands blatantly running all over her exposed skin and under her top and skirt. I was mesmerized as I saw his long Black fingers on her skin and then move under the cloth. This time, there was no question that she could feel him grab her bra-covered breasts and panty-covered pussy. Jaye came back tipsy and glowing.

"Samuel says I'm a natural and light in his arms!' she bubbled. Samuel joined us at the table, again sitting on the other side of Jaye. Another round of drinks showed up while we all made small talk.

By this time it was getting past midnight and most of the resort guests were heading back, so we all decided to leave. 

Back at the cabana, we stripped and showered quickly to get the sweat and sand off, then Jay started to blow me.

"You just keep getting hotter and hotter! Tonight was fantastic! "

"Mmmmm!"

"Did you have fun?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

"I loved watching you dance!"

"Mmmm?"

"Did you like his hands on you?"

"MmmmmHmmmmm!"

"The way you danced with Samuel was so erotic. I loved the contrast. Does that make me gay in your mind?"

"Not based on what I have in my mouth! But the real test is what happens in my pussy!"

She let go of my cock and sat down on it, working her pussy on it, actually sucking it off with her muscles. I came in moments. Afterwards I was still so charged up I again licked her to orgasm without letting her clean her pussy. This time I didn't try to avoid my cum oozing out of her and I again got some on my tongue. On a whim I licked up some of the ooze before focusing on her clit and taking her to her Big Bang. As this afternoon, it was salty and creamy, but tasty in an erotic way. 

We curled up together and fell asleep. 



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 04



Friday

I woke early, thinking of Samuel's Black hands on my wife and her obvious enjoyment. Was it just the dancing? I had always thought of myself as a Dominant, but here I was imagining scenarios of me watching as other men fucked my wife. How far would she go? How far would I go? What would happen to our relationship?

I reached over and started to stroke her body. She came awake instantly and rolled into my arms with a dreamy look.

"Thinking about yesterday?" "Mmmm."

"What part of it? Beach or Club?"

"All of it!"

She rolled me onto my back and bent over me, taking my cock in her hand.

"Tell me what you liked. Then I'll tell you while you eat me" 

As she sucked away and stroked herself, I relived my emotions of her on the beach, exposed, being fingered in front of an audience. At each major point she murmured, sometimes stopping to pant.

Then I told her how I felt pride watching her dance, how good she looked in her white skin being held by Samuel's Blackness, the mixed emotions of arousal and jealousy as he grabbed her butt, breasts and crotch, the lewdness of her sliding up and down his leg. The look of his Black hands on her skin as they slipped up under her top and skirt. How I was sad that she had her bra and panties on. How surprised I was that I wanted him to feel her breasts and pussy and I wanted her to feel his hands on them.

She was working her hand and mouth on my cock and balls and fingering my ass -- something I don't usually care for, but somehow, laying there and telling her about how I felt about a strange Black man feeling her up it seemed right that morning.

And I came. 

After I caught my breath, I got between her thighs and started licking them, working my way teasingly to her slit, then parting the lips, then swirling my tongue around her clit. As it engorged, I pulled back the hood and licked and sucked it.

While I worked my labor of love and lust, she told me between moans how nervous she had been about taking off her bottoms in front of the group, but then felt a sense of freedom. When Jamal and I started fingering them, the sight of his fingers sliding into the Wife and feeling it happen to her excited her more than anything ever had. It was like he was doing it to her -- in front of a crowd. She was consumed by a desire to feel a cock push into her as the crowd watched, but couldn't quite let go that far. That's why she had stopped. 

At the club, she was scared to meet the Couple, which was odd in a way after what we had done in front of them, but performing for an anonymous audience was different from shaking hands with someone who has seen your pussy from the GYN's angle. But then the Wife put her at ease, which was followed by being panicked at meeting Jamal. She was simultaneously drawn to something about him, yet scared. The touch of his fingers was both arousing and disturbing.

And then Samuel had calmed her.

Well, not so much calmed as took charge of her: The music, the dancing, the booze, his hands on her -- and his bulge pushing against her belly as he held her close combined with her memories from the beach. She felt like she was going to burst into flames, that she wanted to rip her clothes off then and there. Not so much for Samuel, or a Black man, or any man, but something welling up out of her from deep inside. Naked at the beach she was free. Clothed she was a prisoner. She had to get naked - or as close as possible.

After Melissa had helped her cut up her outfit, she could move better and give back. Now she could feel his hands and long fingers on her bare skin. Grinding her crotch on his leg moved her panties off her swollen clit and she could feel the muscles of his thigh directly on it. She could also feel his bulge better. She was shocked by the lewdness (same word I used) of her actions, but excited also. 

The memories and my licking, sucking and finger fucking were building her up and she had one of her Big Bang orgasms. I slid my half-erect cock between her pussy lips and massaged them and her clit with it, bringing out more crashes until she said she was too sensitive.

We cuddled and stroked each other. I commented that the atmosphere in Jamaica was amazing, that we had had more sex in the last five days than in the previous year.

"Mmmm?"

"Well, we are having a hell of an adventure!"

"And?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

"What do you think? (She placed my hand on her wet crotch.) How about you?"

"Oh yeah! I'm nervous, excited, embarrassed, jealous, and more than a little scared, but so turned on!.... Do you want to continue?"

"Do you want me to continue?" (Throwing it back on me as she moved her mouth to my cock and massaged my balls)

"You asked me if I wanted you to have a Black guy." 

"Mmmmm?" ( a swirl and a suck)

"I guess it would be OK if you had a Black guy."

She lifted her head off my cock

"So, you want me to have a Black guy?"

"If it happened.....here....as part of an adventure..."

She squeezed my balls rhythmically. "If?"

"OK, I want you to have a Black guy!"

"Oh B, thank you!" 

We lay there, quietly making out for a while as she continued to play with my cock and I gently stroked her breasts and pussy.

I asked her if she was upset that I wanted her to have sex with another man. In answer, she asked if my permission was just bedroom talk or real. I asked her again if she had enjoyed herself enough to continue her adventure. 

She wasn't sure -- she said she had never had any interracial thoughts, hadn't had any interest in other men (fantasies of her and Brad Pitt didn't really count, did they?). But suddenly she had a feeling that a part of her that had been locked up was now free. She saw the world differently. She wanted things. 

"B, forgive me, but ever since I first saw Jamal's ...(she struggled with the word) cock, it's been all I can think about. Every time I close my eyes that huge cock is all I can see." (What?!?)

She went on: Since Tuesday, her pussy had ached for the feeling of a hard cock pushing in and out, the weight and strength of a man holding her, the feeling of cum slamming against her cervix. Her breasts ached to feel Samuel's firm squeezes without a bra. The only relief she got was when I was inside or licking her, but as soon as the afterglow was over, the ache would come back. (Wow! Exciting and shocking "Wow!")

And, with Samuel, there was the added stimulation of a man half her age paying attention to her like she was a queen.

That being said, she still wasn't sure how far she wanted to go and she didn't understand why I would be all right with her having sex with another man -- she felt confusion, some hurt, and anger. But she knew she was hornier than she had ever been and knowing that I was having mixed feelings as well somehow made her confusion seem more acceptable.

Then she kissed me and said, "But I don't think you have anything to worry about." "So you don't want to?" "I don't think so -- maybe - but just knowing that I can is an erotic rush. Empowering, I think the feminists call it. Thank you, B."

She kissed me sweetly, then grabbed my cock firmly and shook it.

"What I do know is that I definitely want to go back to the beach today and dancing again tonight! (Wicked gleam in her eye) So let's get some breakfast -- you are going to need your energy, stud, because until I figure it all out, you need to be stuffing me with this! Frequently!"

We had a big breakfast and did some window shopping, then to the beach for a naked swim and some making out, then lunch. She suggested we pass on our after lunch sex and just nap before we hit the beach so we would be fresher. (She didn't say freesher for what but I hoped I knew.) But neither of us slept much -- we were both thinking of Black cocks sliding in and out of her pussy.Finally, she rolled over and started sucking me hard. When I was, she pulled me on top of her.

"I need it in me!" "Do you want me to lick you first?"

"No! I need it in me now!"

I teased the mouth of her pussy with the first inch of my cock.

"Me? Or Jamal?"

She groaned. 

"Or Samuel?"

She groaned louder.

"Shut up and fuck me! Hard!"

Her legs hooked behind my mine and pulled me into her wetness, then she ground her clit against my pelvis.

It was nasty monkey sex, and I loved it, even though I now knew I was a stand-in for another man.

All too soon I came. She cleaned me off, then herself. When she returned, I brought her to her Big Bang.

On our way back to the beach, Jaye thanked me for not being upset with her admitting her fantasies and desires. She felt more relaxed about things now that it was out in the open. I told her about how my desire to see her in the arms of a Black man had grown into a similar obsession.

"So, is the ache back?" "Oh, yeah!"

Jaye had us set up about 10 feet from Jamal and the Couple. The mother of my children cupped her tits and rolled and tugged her nipples for them before she turned around and bent over to expose her ass hole, pouting pussy lips and dangling clit. When she sat down, the chubby Wife got up, turned her back to us and bent over -- reciprocating with a view of her large butt and shaved pussy lips. Then she knelt beside her Black lover and proceeded to oil up his chest and thighs, working close to but not touching the large Black cock. She looked up at Jaye and cocked her head.

Jaye told me to lean back facing them and started to oil me up mirroring her actions. When she had my front oiled, the Wife started oiling up Jamal's Black cock. Up and down slowly, from base to tip, then back again. Jaye followed suit on me. I was blown away by the eroticism -- two couples, without a word, publicly masturbating.

Soon he was stiff and hard -- and thick. I was as hard as I've ever been -- almost painfully so. Jaye's hand felt so good on my cock, yet I didn't feel close to coming. It was as if my brain was short-circuiting my cock. But it was all great, even though I felt a bit inadequate, staring at his thick sausage.

Then the Wife stood up and spread her legs facing us. Her husband shuffled over and began to oil her, starting with her back. Jaye handed me the oil. Again, I copied the husband.The husband continued until her back was done, then did her legs, working up to but not touching her pussy. I did the same on Jaye.

Reaching her crotch, the husband shifted to her shoulders and then down her chest and tits, stopping to pinch and twist her nipples until she let out a long moan before he continued down her rounded belly. I copied him, pulling on Jaye's hardened nipples until she groaned and her knees shook.

As we husbands got to their crotches again, the wives did a partial squat to give us access. The Wife looked over at Jaye, put her hand on her mound and shook her head, pointing at Jayes oil-soaked bush. Then she made a sign with her finger like a razor all over her mound, indicating that Jaye should shave it.

Finally, she stopped her husband and lay back on her arms facing us, her legs spread open, knees up, to expose her swelling pussy lips. Jamal now began to massage her shoulders, then her breasts, her rounded belly. He worked slowly, romantically, no longer any pretense of applying suntan oil.

Jaye quickly lay back also - but stayed high enough to watch the others - and I now mirrored Jamal. 

I was trembling as I gently massaged her breasts and then cupped one and jiggled it at our mirror images 10 feet away. Now that I knew her feelings about Jamal -- or at least about his Black cock -- I was no longer having fun with my wife or helping her put on an exhibitionist show. I was preparing her for him. And something in me wanted his approval.

He jiggled the Wife's boob as well, then grasped a nipple and pulled it out from her body, then around in a circle. I did the same and Jaye closed her eyes and moaned.

Jamal fixed me in his gaze as if to guide me: his hand came close to her pussy, my hand approached Jaye's. His hand went down her thigh, so did mine. 

Then following his lead, my fingers got to her pussy. I wasn't sure because my fingers were oily, but it seemed like fluid was running out of Jaye and down her ass crack. 

Jaye let out another soft moan.

Now Jamal was stroking the Wife's pussy lips and I followed suit. Lightly at first, then lingeringly. Then just inside the inner lips. Jaye let out a low "Yessss!"

Both women were moaning now. The intensity and speed built up. Both of us soon had two fingers into our partner's pussies, massaging their G-spots.

In and out, in and out. Harder. Faster. Both women had fallen back and raised their legs to give us better access. 

Faster. Harder. The women were humping back and moaning so loud I thought they would attract attention from down the beach, but either no one heard or they chose not to interrupt.

Finally, with a scream, the Wife convulsed and shook. Several strokes later so did Jaye.

As they came back to earth, Jamal grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up. So did the husband. I grinned back.

Jaye recovered first. On hands and knees, she crawled over to the Wife, looked up at Jamal and said "Thank you!" then bent down to kiss her. The Wife reached up and pulled her down in a hug, mashing their breasts together. 

Back in our cabana we took a shower together, then tumbled into bed. I was hard in an instant, rolled her onto her belly and started to take her doggie style -- her favorite position. As we had discovered the last couple of days, quick hard penetration and five or six fast hard strokes brought her to an immediate small orgasm. I continued stroking, more slowly, trying to build her up to another.

"That was amazing, Jaye! You were amazing!"

"Yeah it was pretty - Oh yeah! - wild!" 

"Did you plan that?" "No, but I knew I wanted to be naked on the beach and do something outrageous!"

"You sure as hell succeeded!"

"I'm not done yet! B, fuck my ass!" She rarely talks dirty and almost never uses the "F" word when referring to sex, preferring to reserve it for rude drivers. And she said it with a commanding tone of voice that was different. Big changes in my lady!

Given our warm up on the beach, the ass fuck in front of the open window didn't last long, but she fingered her clit so we came almost together, both of us grunting like pigs.

As we lay catching our breath, Jaye asked, "Am I shocking you?" "Surprising yes, shocking no." "I almost came without touching myself just from your cock in my ass!" That was a surprise: Jaye enjoys anal but has never indicated she could cum from it.

Silence for a while. "Am I going too far?" Her voice had returned to its usual tone. 

"Not so as I notice! Probably get us arrested back home -- maybe even here - but you are exciting the hell out of me!"

"Thank you!.... B...?" 

"Yeah?

"I don't know where this is going, but you are my love. Nothing that I say or do here will change that. And if I go too far, say the word and I will stop immediately. As fun as this is, it's not worth losing you."

"Okay, my love."

After that we napped in each other's arms until it was time to get ready for the evening.

Prior to dinner, she went in to shower, taking a long time. The thought of her douching and giving herself an enema in preparation for me -- and maybe someone else -- fucking her later that night turned me on. Finallly, she emerged and did a "ta da!" but with a sheepish expression. "How do I look?"

She had shaved her pussy! Or tried to. It was pretty ragged.

She said "I know. I just couldn't get the angle for some of it."

"Do you want me to help?" "Would you? If I'm going to do it I want to do it right."

So I laid her down on the bed with a towel under her, and finished the job. I couldn't help but notice she was juicing heavily as I worked my fingers into her pussy lips to better get at the bush. When I was done she was baby smooth and I handed her a mirror to admire our work. She ran her hand over exposed clit hood, sliding it back to expose her dicklet. 

"I've never really looked at it before! It...it is kind of erotic, isn't it?"

"Yes, baby, it is. But it's the woman who makes it beautiful."

Going with the baby smooth thought I massaged baby oil over her mound and lips, eventually sliding two fingers into her pussy and stroking her G-spot while I sucked on her nipples.

She started to breathe heavily then twisted away. "Keep that up and we won't even make dinner!"

"I thought you were aching to be filled?" "Who says I'm not?" She made a face at me and bounced off to get dressed.

Friday Evening -- Z'Club 3rd Night

We met Paul and Sheila at dinner. Sheila was wearing a gauzy near-transparent dress with no underwear of course and flirted with the waiter. After, we changed for the Z'Club. I was mentally supercharged, wondering what Jaye was going to get up to with her bald pussy and new attitude.

When we all met for the walk over, Sheila was again wearing a very revealing triangle bikini top and short skirt. Jaye was wearing her cut down beach outfit, and ever-present bra and panties.

The music was banging and the drinks were flowing but it was obvious Jaye was looking for Samuel even though she danced with and was groped by a few of the boys. During one break, we went over and greeted the Couple and Jamal and again the Wife gave her a lingering kiss and hug. 

Then she introduced us to a young British couple in their late twenties. From what I could tell, under her sundress she had a lush, curvy body and a large rack with no bra. He had a buzz cut and dark rimmed glasses making him look nerdy. The nerd look was enhanced by Bermuda shorts (doesn't everybody look silly in them?), pasty legs and flip flops. She was Marianne and he was Kevin. She said they had seen us at the beach the last few days and wondered if it was all right if they and Levon, (she was holding the hand of a 30-something Black man who was wearing a wife beater and pajama bottoms. He had wild dreads and a sprakling white smile.) set up near us the next time we were there together. Jaye paused a moment, then said they should feel free.

About 1030 Samuel showed up and came over to us with a big smile, again taking his place next to Jaye. But tonight he also put his arm around her shoulder and held her hand. Seemingly I wasn't there -- for either of them.

After a drink, he suggested they dance and she nearly flew off her chair onto the dance floor.

They danced a set -- grinding, bumping, grabbing, their hands all over each other, his often up under her top and of course openly grabbing her crotch or ass. During the slow piece they swayed together, Jaye grinding her pussy on his leg, hands up under his shirt and his under hers.

Returning to the table, Jaye complained she was still too confined. She looked around, saw Melissa and the two disappeared. While they were gone I watched Sheila being groped and also saw Marianne with a young Black man who was sensually grinding his crotch into hers.

In about 15 minutes, Jaye returned. If the alteration last night had drawn applause, this time conversation stopped completely. The sleeves had been removed, the skirt shortened to just below her pussy -- but the big change was that the back of the top was gone, leaving only the neck, shoulder, and arm hole seams to maintain it's shape. Essentially it was a risqué adult version of the sleeved bibs we had used on our kids. 

She plopped down between Samuel and I. Samuel gave her another drink -- kind of overkill because she was already tipsy. One of the women commented that the modification looked great but that her bra was showing now that there was no back.

She giggled. "You're right! Very gauche to display one's underwear! I'll take it off!"

As she reached up and unhooked her bra, one of the ladies exclaimed "You're not going to do it out here are you? Something might show!" Jaye giggled some more.




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 04



"I can do it OK, and if something does show my hubby won't mind -- will you B? He likes it when people see my "stuff", don't you?" I blushed.

Our table mates raised their eyebrows and started private conversations.

By this time she had done that clothing shuffle thing that girls do and the bra was off and out without showing anything except to Samuel and I who were sitting next to her and could see behind her bib. I was concerned and embarrassed, but excited too.

Jaye downed her drink, grabbed Samuel's hand and said "Let's try this dancing thing again!"

This time, her clothing posed no resistance: her legs spread wide as she straddled Samuel's muscled leg, grinding her crotch into it as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. The material of her bib was moved to the left and right but her breasts were pressed so hard into his chest no one saw anything -- although several folks were trying, Now and then he would turn her away from him, bend her over, and pull her ass against his crotch. It was a standard move in the Jamaican dance style, but now the bib would swing away and allow anyone to their sides to see her bare breasts. Then he would run his hands along her sides, grabbing her breasts and using them to hold her to his body while he ground his now obvious hard-on against her.When he did this, Jaye, her hands on her thighs, eyes closed and a dreamy look on her face, would grind back.

She looked absolutely beautiful. Her eyes, when she looked at me, were glowing with lust. The contrast of her white skin and his dark hands stirred me to a surprising extent as did the knowledge that those Black hands were caressing my wife's breasts. Her movements were lithe and sensuous -- basically she was making love to him on the dance floor.

They danced three sets, grabbing a drink between each. Finally, they returned, Jaye again flushed, her braless breasts jiggling, long nipples poking hard into the soft material made almost transparent by their combined sweat. She plopped down between me and Samuel and leaned into him.

This show was making me horny and more than a little jealous and I wanted to get her back to the cabana and fuck her slutty brains out -- drunk or not. I slid my hand under the table to her thigh -- our signal for "It's time to leave" -- but got no response -- she was laughing and Samuel was whispering something in her ear. She was shaking her head "No", but he was obviously persistent.

With her skirt shortened, my hand was on her bare skin, so I slid it up to her crotch, both to get her attention and for a quick feel. To my surprise, instead of her panties I encountered another hand! Samuel was already at her crotch and was finger-fucking her! Without looking at me, Jaye reached down with her left hand, grabbed mine, placed it on to the table and held it tight. Her right hand was out of sight under the table. She leaned away from him and whispered to me, 

"His Cock is so big!" 

Her eyes had that faraway look that comes with arousal, then closed as she leaned back against him. The conversation at the table continued but some were starting to take notice of her body language. 

Her already quick breathing got more ragged. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes were closed and she was panting and her left hand was spasmodically gripping mine. Surely, I thought, she's not going to let him make her cum right here?

Samuel whispered to her again. She nodded her head and pushed away from the table,

"These drinks are getting to me! I'm off to the Ladies!" One of the gals offered to go with her but she said she was fine -- just needed a pause and some fresh air.

After she left, Samuel made some small talk for a minute and then excused himself to go see some friends.

Paul slid over next to me and commented on what a great dancer Jaye was and how sexy her modified outfit. I thanked him and said that the outfit surprised even me. He then leaned in and said,

"Sheila is a little put out. Earlier in the week Samuel was giving her the "Pretty Lady" treatment. I thought they might get it on like they did last year. But now with his interest in Jaye, I guess I won't get to see it again."

"You mean you want them to?"

"Hell, yeah! I like to see my lady happy and nothing makes Sheila happier than a good Black Cock fucking. Revs her up for weeks and I get the bennies."

I looked up to see Sheila grinding with a Black Man toward the far end of the dance floor -- almost into the darkness. It looked as if, once again, her boobs had popped free, but this time she just continued dancing, keeping her breasts pushed into her partner's bare chest, his hands grabbing her ass under her skirt.

I was stunned: first the revelation that Sheila was into more than just interracial dancing and exhibitionism and secondly that he had told me he approved of and abetted it.

"Uh, I don't think Jaye would go that far. She has discovered an exhibitionist streak lately, but that's as far as it goes."

"You never know -- exhibitionism is how Sheila got started. You've seen her outfits at dinner. Tell me, though, what would you do if she did want to get it on with him?"

"I really don't know..." I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had already decided I wanted her to and had told her so.

"Well, you'd better think about it! The time may not be far off! And she'll be in good hands, Samuel is one of the best Renti around!"

"You mean he's one of the guys who gets paid to fuck women? By whom?"

"By you of course! And he's worth every dollar! Like I said, you'd better think about it! The time may not be far off!

At that point one of the other couples pulled us back into their conversation, and we stopped our chat.

Rolling around the new information in my head, I looked for Sheila, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Time went on and I was getting worried that Jaye wasn't back yet. It was almost 1AM and the party was breaking up. Paul and I went to look for the girls, but no sight, so we split up. 

I heard some noises in the trees down by the beach and went to see. There was a full moon, and it was reflected off the white sand to create pretty good illumination. I could see Sheila in a clearing with four Black youths. She was on her knees, her top was off, her skirt was above her waist, and she was sucking the cock of one of the Black men while another moved back and forth at her ass. The other two were jerking off and making comments.

Then a movement caught my eye to the left. In the moonlight, on a picnic bench, were Samuel and Jaye. She was sitting across his lap, her legs spread and her bib flipped up exposing her small breasts. Her arms were around his neck and they were kissing deeply. Her skirt was pushed up, the moonlight glinting off her white belly and thighs, highlighting Samuel's black hand between her wide spread legs. As I watched, her body started to shake and her head fell onto his shoulder -- obviously he was finishing what he had started in the club. 

After a couple of minutes she regained some composure. He was stroking her breasts, and sucking her nipples, urging her to do something, I couldn't quite hear, but she was adamant about not doing whatever it was. However, the pressure of his Black hands on her shoulders slowly moved her down onto her knees on the sand. She reached up and freed his Black cock and he pulled her head forward to suck it.

I stayed in the shadow of the trees watching for a few minutes, when suddenly a wail came from the clearing -- apparently Sheila had gotten her rocks off as well. Jaye started, adjusted what was left of her clothing and headed back toward the club. Samuel was still trying to get her to stay. I headed back by a more direct route and arrived at the table ahead of her just as Paul also arrived.

"I found Sheila! She really hit it big tonight! And for free!" he exclaimed. "And she wasn't the only one! Jaye climaxes beautifully" So Paul had seen her with Samuel as well.

I was excited that Jaye had been publicly groped and fingered by Samuel and somehow proud that Paul had seen her sucking Black cock. And embarrassed at my excitement. My gut was flipping at the memory of her head bobbing up and down on that Big Black Cock. I wanted to fuck her so badly. To reassert my ownership?

A couple minutes later, a very unsteady Jaye re-appeared, apologizing and saying she had needed to walk on the beach a little to clear her head. She was flushed and seemed a little out of it. She grabbed a drink, took a big slug, swirled it around and gave me a big hug and kiss.

Sheila also re-appeared, and a shuttle bus was called from the resort - we were too drunk to make it the 10 minutes along the beach. 

The moonlight sex had obviously improved Sheila's mood, because she was giggly, rubbing her now exposed tits all over Paul while he finger-fucked her - apparently oblivious of us and the bus driver -- or maybe they had seen enough tonight and through our cabana windows that they thought we would be cool with it.

Jaye seemed subdued, but when asked said nothing was wrong, that she had had a great time. I had my arms around her but all I could see was her with herlips around Samuel's Black cock in the moonlight.

The half hour ride (it's farther by road than walking down the beach) and the jealousy and anger generated by the images in my head and sobered me some and I noticed the night clerk leer as we walked through the lobby: Sheila was still on cloud nine and didn't seem to notice that her top was hanging straight down between her globes, exposing them fully, and her skirt was tucked in her waistband in front revealing that she had lost her panties. Paul was also feeling no pain, jiggling Sheila's tit and biting her neck. He was unzipped and Sheila was leading him by his cock.

In my dark mood, I circled my wife's waist with one arm, pinning hers, and with the other tucked her bib into the neckline, giving the clerk and a maintenance man a good view of her naked breasts. She moaned "No, please!" softly. 

Back at the room, I pushed her onto the bed and flipped up her skirt. Her panties were gone. She turned her head away from me as I freed my cock and shoved it into her still wet pussy. As I hit her cervix she cried out and then begged me to fuck her hard. Pinning her hands above her head, I pounded away until I came, not caring about her orgasm, just reclaiming her. To my surprise, she climaxed just as I finished and collapsed on top of her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto my slick cock - she sucked on it hungrily.

When she was done, I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. Or at least I tried to sleep. I kept seeing the look in her eyes as she ground her ass into Samuel's crotch on the dance floor while he groped her breasts. Over and over I relived the scene at the bench, his Black hand in her crotch, her white body convulsing in the moonlight and her sucking his Black Cock. 

She had never looked more beautiful. 

My anger seeping out of her pussy, I began to savor the images, imagining what they had both felt and adding to the story line in my head. Finally, I fell asleep.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 05



Saturday -- 

The next morning, I made some coffee and brought it to her in bed. 

"So, anything happen on your walk?" 

She looked away. 

"Nothing...." 

"Jaye, I saw you dancing. I know what he was doing to you at the table -- everyone there did! And I saw you on the picnic table. (She gasped) On top of that you had no panties on when you got back. 

I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's all right with me if you have an adventure or even an affair while we are here. However, I expect you to return the trust by telling me the truth, not lying to me. Lying is cheating. Is that what you are doing?" 

"No, no B! I'm sorry. It's all so new to me. I was embarrassed, ashamed at what I had done, and unsure of how you would take it. (She looked me straight in the eye) Even though you had told me I could. And I didn't want to say anything in front of Sheila and Paul!" 

"Big deal! First, they know all about it, second, what you are up to is tame stuff compared to what they do!" 

She was visibly upset. 

"Do you want me to quit?" 

"Do you want to?" She hung her head,

"I will if you want me to" 

"I take that as a 'No' -- you don't want to quit.

"Jaye," I continued, "I have been embarrassed by what we are doing. 

I would never have thought I would give you permission to have sex with another man or be as turned on as I am by seeing it start to happen. 

I was also worried about you last night.

I feel cheated on and threatened by you lying.

But I have never been so turned on as the last four days, and I have never seen you more daring, sexy or beautiful. I have fallen totally in love with you again -- and become obsessed with the idea of you with someone else. 

So, yes, I want you to continue. But, if we're going to play this farther, we need some rules."

"Wh.. What kind?" 

"First, no running off by yourself -- it's too dangerous. I want to be there with you or at least close -- that's hard and fast." ("So I can watch," I admitted to myself.) 

"Second, no secrets: if I do leave you alone for any reason, I want you to tell me everything that happens - the truth and the whole truth." 

"And three, if you have sex with anyone other than me, they have to use a condom. We don't need either or both of us to die because of a one night stand. That's hard and fast." 

"If you don't feel you can abide by these rules, then we've gone too far. Either quit or I leave tomorrow and start divorce proceedings." 

Her eyes welled up with tears. 

"I'm sorry B, I should have told you the truth! And yes, I'll follow every rule. I'll even quit now if you really want that!" 

"What do you want to do?" 

"I, I, I...." 

"Then make damn sure you follow the rules!" 

She broke into tears and fell into my arms. I cuddled her, but inside I again felt like someone had hit me in the gut -- I had again just told my wife to have sex with another man! 

After a few minutes, though, my curiosity got the better of me. 

"So, how did Samuel's hands feel on your breasts?" 

Her mood instantly changed from scolded little girl to dreamy. Her eyes partially closed, and as she remembered the evening she softly stroked a breast. 

"Wonderful! So strong and yet not rough! Just like I dreamed! When he would bend me over, I could look down inside my bib and see his Black hands on them! Now I understand why you like to watch us! It's so erotic! And sometimes he would pinch my nipples -- just hard enough!" 

"What was going on at the table?" (The whole table knew, but I wanted to hear it from her.) 

"He wanted me to go outside with him, but I wouldn't. I felt I couldn't trust myself. Then I felt his fingers slide my clit hood back and forth and then push into my pussy! They felt so good! 

But what really turned me on was knowing that this was happening in front of those people and they knew what this Black stranger was doing to me and that I was allowing it. And, that you knew and weren't stopping it. I was excited and ashamed --(she looked at me) and a little angry at you. That was what convinced me to go outside with him: he was bringing me closer to climax and you weren't stopping it." 

"Did you want me to stop you?" 

"Yes. No. I don't know." 

Eyes dreamy again: "Outside, he was soft and gentle but in charge, too. He had me sit on his lap and started fingering me again. I was so horny -- and so drunk -- I was ready to have sex with him and wanted it to!" 

"After he made me cum, he wanted me on the table, but the orgasm had sobered me up a little and suddenly I was scared to actually do it. Then he wanted me to suck him off. I've never sucked any other man's cock except yours. But, he had been rubbing his hard on against me all evening and it felt so big! And then he pushed me to my knees and ordered me to take it out. Somehow, I couldn't refuse any more." 

"I took it in my mouth and started to suck it and then I heard a scream. That broke the mood and I ran back to you." 

Her eyes lost their dreamy look and narrowed onto me.) 

"So I guess I violated Rule #1 but kept Rule #2." 

"Do you still love me, Jaye?" 

"Oh, yes! Do YOU still love me?" 

"Of course!" And we snuggled until lunch. At lunch we talked more about last night, and her eyes became vague and her breathing heavy. She kept one hand under the table.

Finally seh said, "Let's go!" and hurried us back to the cabana, stripping off her T-shirt and shorts as soon as we got in the door. 

She flopped onto her back and spread her legs, jacking off her clit and squeezing a breast. 

"Fuck me, B! Fuck me hard!" 

"The ache?" 

"Worse than last night! Hurry!" 

"Are you wet enough?" 

"I don't care! I need you now!" 

I straddled her head and shoved my cock into her mouth, then grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto and into her pussy, scooping some of it up and spreading it on my cock before i rammed in hard. 

Like last night, I hit her cervix hard, but she kept urging me on, cumming once before I did. Exhauste, we collapsed next to each other.

"You want me to lick you to your Big bang?" 

"No, thanks. I don't want to risk getting too sensitive. But I had to have you in me! Or I was going to rape him!" 

I looked up to see a gardiner standing outside our open window grinning. 

Beach

After a cleanup and a quick rest, we headed out to the beach again. This time she stripped completely as soon as we entered the CO area. Parading her naked body down the beach, she openly flirted with anyone who paid attention to her. 

When we got to "our" area, she walked over to the Couple and Jamal, displaying her shaved pussy and dangling clit. The Wife reached up and slid her fingers over Jaye's bald mound and fat pussy lips, sliding the hood back and forth and tugging on the pouting clit, smiling and nodding in approval. 

Jaye then knelt down, bent over and gave the Wife a hug and full mouth kiss, mashing their breasts together, her pencil erasers pushing into the Wife's pillows. 

Then she got up and stepped over to Jamal and the husband -- pulling up her clit hood to display her former shame in its naked glory. The husband dropped to his knees and stroked it, then, at a nod from Jaye and a word from the Wife, leaned forward, swirling his tongue over and then sucking the long, growing dicklet until Jaye was breathing heavily. 

Finally, she turned to Jamal. He reached up and stroked her mound, then her labia, then tugged on her clit, pulling it gently left and right, causing her to moan. Gently, he pulled her down by it, straddling him until she was sitting in his lap, her hands on his shoulders, her legs splayed on either side, her pink clit rubbing against the thick Black cock she had been dreaming about for days. 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him for a kiss. As the kiss lingered and their tongues dueled, her arms moved from his shoulders to around his neck, pulling her breasts into his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist and their crotches ground into each other. 

"My Gawd!" I thought, "She's going to fuck him right here!" as she ground her hips into him.

After a long spell she broke the kiss and came back to our towels. She was panting and had a red flush on her cheeks and across her chest. She knelt facing them, her legs spread, hands behind her head, which pushed her little breasts forward. "Oil me up, B, and do it nice and slow" 

I proceeded to oil her up, naked on my knees, starting with her shoulders, but Jamal told the Wife to kneel the same way and started immediately on her large, pillowy tits. 

"No B, do my front!"

I rubbed my slick hands over her small breasts, gently tweaking the long nipples occasionally to make them stand up more. My wife squirmed a little and I realized she wanted me to follow Jamal's movements. He was starting at the Wife's shoulders, then pulling his hands heavily down across her tits, making them jiggle. It took me a few tries but I finally figured out what he was doing and copied him.

Jamal gave me a toothy smile and gently slapped one of the Wife's jugs, making it jump and jiggle even more. The Wife looked Jaye in the eye and arched her back for more. He did the same to her other tit. 

I hesitated a moment but Jaye whispered to go ahead. She moaned softly as I came down on her breast and made it jump. Jamal and the Wife nodded. Following the Wife's lead, Jaye offered her breasts again.

Then I repeated the process on her other breast. Jaye's gaze was still fixed on Jamal and the Wife, but her eyes were narrowed and she was breathing through her mouth. 

Four times more on each woman's breasts, harder each time. Color was starting to come up on both of them and I could see a hand print on the Wife's left tit.

Jamal then proceeded to oil up the Wife's tits and belly, working down to her thighs. I followed suit. 

The tit slapping had drawn attention from the few couples in the area, and several drifted over to watch us, then others wandered in from down the beach.

At one point I looked up at the crowd that was gathering and saw Marianne standing between Kevin and a well-hung Black boy. The lad (he looked like a teenager) had his arm around her waist, and her arms were around the two men. Both she and Kevin were wearing what looked like dog collars. 

Kevin was as pale as he had looked last night and his cock was noticeably smaller than the Black teen's. A small tuft of darkish blond hair perched at the base of his cock. I hoped he was a "grower" because he certainly wasn't a "shower." 

I saw I had been right about Marianne's body: she was lush with large, natural, heavy tits, a thick waist, beautifully rounded hips and a shaved pussy. "Built for comfort, not speed," as my Father would have said. She smiled at me, then whispered in the Black boy's ear and he jiggled her tit at me.

Shifting my attention back to my wife, I guess Jaye's anticipation had her primed because by the time I was oiling her inner thighs, there was juice running from her pussy into a large wet spot on our towel, and her clit and inner labia were pushing out.

Now Jamal had the Wife stand up and bend over with her ass facing us, legs spread wide. Jaye did the same, but kept facing them so that she could see. 

Jamal started to oil the Wife's ample ass, running his long large fingers between her cheeks. As he stroked her pussy lips and asshole, the Wife moaned.

I got behind Jaye and did the same, working my way slowly between her cheeks and pressing softly at her anus.

"Ahhhh!"

Jamal smiled big, then slowly slid two fingers into the Wife's pussy. She let out a louder moan and her thick thighs started to quiver. When my fingers got to Jaye's pussy they almost fell in and she pushed down hard on them, squeezing them with her muscles.

In and out a few times, then he inserted one finger in the Wife's ass. A louder moan. 

I did the same. Jaye's sphincter resisted for a moment then yielded to the oil in her crack and her juices on my finger.

"Ohh!"

Jamal pushed a second finger in and used the pressure to walk the Wife half the distance to us.

Again I copied him, duck-walking Jaye until the women's faces were inches from each other.

We started a slow in and out rhythm and almost immediately their legs started shaking to the point that they fell to their knees, holding each other's shoulders for support.

The Wife cocked her head and kissed Jaye on the lips. To my surprise, Jaye not only kissed back, but they kept at it, sucking lips and tongues.

The crowd of watchers had grown.

Jamal now inserted a third finger in the Wife's ass. I did the same, going wild in my head that here I was finger fucking my wife in the ass in front of a crowd of strangers! And what was wilder, my wife was moaning, grunting like an animal and pushing back on my fingers while making out with another woman!

We did this for a while then Jamal suddenly stopped so I followed suit. Both women groaned. He spread his legs and handed the Wife the oil. Still on her knees in front of him she started oiling him up. He looked like a Black Adonis - tall, muscled, with that large, thick Black Cock- bigger than mine and it wasn't even erect!

Trembling, Jaye took the oil from me and started to mimic the Wife on me, but still keeping her eyes on Jamal. I moved close to him, our shoulders almost touching so she could see them better. As I did, I noticed Marianne on her knees as well oiling up her Black companion but watching us. 

When our chests were done the women started on our legs, working up our thighs. My cock was hard, and his seemed to be growing longer as well - if that was possible.

Then, the Wife reached out and touched Jaye on the shoulder, motioning her over. Jaye looked up at me and I nodded, so she shuffled through the sand to them.

The Wife started in again oiling one of Jamal's hard thighs, and indicated that Jaye should do the other.

My wife shot me a look over her shoulder. I made no movement, wanting to see where this would go. She wet her lips, turned from me and reached out her hand to massage his other thigh.

In seconds, both women were busy spreading oil over him, Jaye working especially on his thigh and hard buttocks.

Finally, the only place they hadn't done was his cock. The Wife reached out and slid her hand over it, cupping first the shaft, then his huge ball sack. 

Jaye stopped and started to back off, but the Wife grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. My wife was trembling like a leaf but was otherwise frozen, her white hand unmoving on his Black cock. The Wife guided her hand back and forth along the shaft. Back and forth. The Big Black Cock got even stiffer.

Both women were now stroking his Black Cock and balls, taking turns.

The crowd had moved in closer and I shifted so that I could see Jaye's face.

She had "The Look!" Her eyes were slits, her jaw slack, her breathing ragged, her long nipples sticking out like inch long pink crayons, her entire being focused on the hard cock in her hand. I was positive it was only the second Black Cock she had touched, and here she was, naked, on her knees, jerking it off in front of a crowd!

The Wife put her hand on the back of Jaye's head and gently brought it forward until her lips were less than an inch from the large purple tip which was now leaking pre-cum in a long string. Her lips opened. Her tongue came out. Her head moved forward. Suddenly, somebody in the crowd hollered "Suck it!" 

That broke Jaye's reverie. She looked around like a frightened deer and I moved forward to take her hand and lead her back to the cabana.

As I gathered our things, the Wife lowered her head onto the Big Black Cock. 

Jaye paused to watch and moaned. 

We headed out on shaky legs but we heard the crowd start chanting "Suck it!" and Jaye stopped us to look back in time to see the husband lowering his head onto that huge Black sausage.

I got my wife to the cabana and guided her to the bed. She was still panting.

Flopping down on the bed, she pulled her knees to her chest and spread them obscenely. Her clit stuck out longer than I ever remember. I could see she was still so wet that no foreplay was needed. I kissed her quickly and buried my 7" into her in one stroke followed by three quick repeats and she came suddenly. I continued stroking into her, trying to bring out another.

Her eyes were closed, and she was loudly moaning 

"Yes! Yes! More! deeper! You're so hard!" 

Not sure of who she was speaking to, and not caring, I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head and proceeded to pound into her. She was so wet, I wasn't feeling a lot of friction, and it was my second fuck of the day, so even as excited as I was I felt like I could hold out for a long while. I would support myself on my hands and toes, raising my body until I was almost out of her pussy, then let my weight fall like a pile driver.

This knocked the wind out of her on the first stroke, but she kept urging me -- or Jamal -- on. Finally I came with a shout and collapsed in her arms.

As we caught our breath I realized she hadn't had her Big Bang so I told her I would lick her after she cleaned me off.

In between licks she said that wasn't necessary -- she had wanted my hard cock in her and just cumming in her and feeling my climax was enough.

When she was done we cuddled a while. 

She told me how thick and heavy Jamal's cock was, how smooth and hard-muscled his body. 

He had been leaking pre cum and she felt an irresistible urge to lick it up -- and would have if the clod in the audience hadn't scared her. 

Her pussy, aching to be filled all week, had felt so empty she wanted to shove her fist into herself even though I had fucked her just 90 minutes earlier. She felt she was floating at sea and his Big Black Cock was her salvation but she was afraid to grasp it until the Wife had guided her hand. Even then she still felt scared. She wouldn't be safe until it was buried in her. 

Then the idiot scared her and I took her arm, and suddenly she felt reconnected and safe and knew she needed my cock in her, possessing her, cumming in her. 

She had welcomed my hardness, enveloped it, massaged it, accepted my cum into her and felt strong as I lost control and collapsed onto her -- that she had that power.

"Thank you, B"

We kissed and drifted off into a nap.

Saturday - Z' Club 4th night 

That night for the club Jaye wore a spaghetti-strapped, short, almost see-through sundress, and no underwear. 

When we arrived with Paul and Sheila, the other white couples from the resort seemed cold and let us know the table was full. Apparently the ladies' antics the night before had miffed some of them. 

So, we grabbed a small table and were shortly joined by Samuel, who sat next to Jaye, and two young Black lads from the night before who flanked Sheila. We husbands sat across from them and bought the first round. 

We laughed, drank and the ladies danced with their Black escorts -- Sheila, in her trademark breakaway bikini top, shortly became the crème filling in an Oreo sandwich, grinding on one Black stud while the other ground into her from behind. 

Jaye practically jumped into Samuel's arms and her body fused to him. Moving to the darker edges of the dance floor, his hands were all over her, openly caressing her breasts through the sheer white sundress. When he would turn her around for an ass grind and breast grope -- always facing me -he would flip up her skirt to allow direct contact with her bare ass. 

She would look at me and lick her lips, or offer her breasts to me if his hands weren't already on them. 

Paul and I talked some, admiring our women. 

After two or three sets, the girls came back and I danced a number with Sheila, finally getting my hands on her hard boobs and stroking her bare pussy under her short skirt, while Paul did the same with Jaye, then we switched to our own partners for a dance and grope. 




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 05



Another drink at the table and the Black men took over again, moving our wives out to the point that the light barely reached them. I looked around and saw Marianne and Kevin two tables over, sitting with Levon and two other Black men. Marianne was wearing a short red flip skirt and an "I (heart) Jamaca" T-shirt several sizes too large and cut off at her waist, and the dog collar. The Black men were on either side of her and Kevin by himself across the table. 

As I watched, Levon took Marianne's hand and led her onto the darkness with the other Black men following, her lush breasts swaying. Kevin remained alone. 

After two sets Jaye came back to the table and whispered in my ear, 

"Is it all right if I take a walk with Samuel?"

She was glowing. (She had already decided to let him fuck her. Was this going to be it? And I wasn't to see?) 

"Uh,....." 

"It's just a walk and we won't leave the picnic area!" 

"OK, but remember the other rules." 

After about 30 minutes she showed up again looking flushed and disheveled and asking to leave. Sheila and Paul were on their last night in Jamaica and elected to stay. 

On our way back to the cabana Jaye was obviously upset and I asked her what happened. She said they had gone back to the picnic table and kissed and petted, while Samuel pulled down her top and bunched her skirt above her waist. Then he pulled out his cock and she sucked him for a while. 

But then he started to aggressively try to shove it down her throat. When she pushed him off he began to grope her pussy and tried to mount her. 

She admitted she liked his take charge attitude, and was going to let him, in spite of Rule #1, but when he tried to push into her without a condom, she panicked and ran back to me. 

Things were moving very fast and she wasn't sure if she was really ready and what it would mean to us. Bedroom talk and exhibitionist games on the beach and dance floor were one thing, real fucking was another. 

I asked her if she wanted to have sex with him. No, yes, she wasn't sure. She was scared. I told her that as long as we loved each other it was just a vacation fling, 

"If you want an adventure before we go back to our regular life, this is the time and place to do it." 

I assured her I loved her no matter what happened and promised to look out for her safety if she decided she wanted to go for it, but no more going off by herself. 

She said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go any farther. 

My heart sank when she said that and I realized how much I wanted to see her fucked by a Black Cock. 

When we got to the cabana, I suggested she take a shower and I would go get a bottle of rum. 

As soon as I left I ran back to Z'Club, found Samuel, told him why my wife had run off and asked him to come back to the room with me if he'd wear a condom. I felt she was ready but needed a little coaxing.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 06



Saturday - Consummation

When Samuel and I got back to the room, Jaye opened the door wrapped in a towel and dropped her jaw when she saw him.

"You'll always wonder if you don't." I said. "You can stop at any time. The 

choice is yours."

Jaye gave me a funny look, then asked me, "Are you sure you want this?" 

I nodded, although now that it seemed imminent I wasn't really sure. But the train was moving and it was get on or get off time. Maybe I was the one who would always wonder.

Jaye opened the door and let us in. I mixed up some drinks and then we sat on the sofa, Samuel on one side of her and me on the other. I reached over, turned out the main lights, leaving only the illumination from the bathroom, and hugged her.

"It's just us. No one else in the world – just us." I kissed her and she hugged and kissed me back.

Then I broke the kiss and Samuel curled his arm around her and hugged and kissed her. She hesitated at first, then kissed him back with growing eagerness, sucking 

on his lips and tongue. White on Black.

We went back and forth several times and then I undid her towel, exposing her perky breasts. Immediately, Samuel cupped one and started to suck the nipple, while I did the same to the other one. Jaye closed her eyes, moaned, and arched her back to give us better access. 

We continued this until she was panting and her legs had spread to allow our hands to caress her pussy.

With two mouths on her breasts and two hands massaging her thighs and smooth pussy, she was starting to juice heavily and her moaning was almost non-stop. Her hands were on our crotches, massaging our growing bulges through the material.

I took the next step: "Samuel, why don't you get undressed?"

As he broke contact, I slid three fingers up into her pussy and sucked hard on her nipple. 

"Aghh!"

Lifting my head to see if I had been too rough I saw her eyes focused on the now-naked Samuel and his growing Cock. It seemed a little longer than mine but not quite as thick. It was cut, with a large, almost tan mushroom head, thick veins and 

ripples.

"What do you think, Jaye? Take it in your hand."

She leaned forward and did so, feeling its weight and girth. Then, without urging, she lowered her mouth onto it as she had done last night and earlier that evening.

"Dat's nice pretty lady! Suck me Black cock!"

She continued until he was fully erect with an upward curve, with me finger fucking her after I removed my clothes, until I suggested that we head for the king-sized bed.

Once there we put her on her back where she immediately started sucking on Samuel again and I got between her legs and feasted on her heavily juicing pussy and hard clit. 

After a few minutes, and making sure I didn't bring her off, we switched positions. Her mouth on my cock was like a wet vacuum cleaner, the 

suction only breaking when she would moan and gasp for breath. Samuel was licking her pussy, sucking her clit and fingering her, driving her crazy.

We switched ends again, and this time he pushed her head hard onto his cock as I ate her out. Unlike earlier in the evening, this time she kept on sucking even after gagging once or twice. Finally she came up for air and said she had to have him in her.

I handed him a condom which he rolled on and then moved out of the way as he mounted her, first rubbing the head of his Black Cock around her pussy lips and the opening of her vagina, then sliding it in an inch at a time, backing almost all the way out, then going in a little deeper.

Jaye's eyes were shut tight, her head moving from side to side and she was moaning.

"Oh! Oh!"

Her thighs started to quiver and her hips bucked each time he slid into her. 

Finally, Samuel withdrew again almost all the way, his Black Cock glistening with my wife's juices, and then slid slowly all the way in in one stroke. 

Jaye came immediately – not her Big Bang but a noisy three orgasm burst nonetheless.

I watched them slowly fuck, stroking her hair and holding her hand, our fingers entwined. Her eyes were closed and she was convulsively squeezing my hand as he slid into and out of her. At one point I asked her if it was OK.

"It's better than OK, B.! It ..it's fantastic! Thank you so much. Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaghhh!"

"Then tell Samuel."

"Ahh! Ooh! You feel so good Samuel! So hard! I can feel you filling me! Don't stop! Mmmmm!"

I shifted, cradled her head on my lap so we could both watch his Black Cock sliding in and out of her. With each thrust, her head and shoulders pressed into me – I was feeling him fuck my wife. On the out stroke I could see her juices 

glistening on his Black Cock. On the in stroke I could see her clit swelling up and out of its hood as the spread lips peeled back. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"How do you like seeing another man's cock in your wife?" 

"I think it's beautiful – you're beautiful!"

She sucked my cock briefly then turned her head away, moaning, overtaken by the sensations in her pussy.

He kept up a gentle rhythm for a few minutes, then turned her over onto her hands and knees. Again, starting slowly and almost romantically – reaching under her and caressing her breasts, and pulling gently on her nipples – he then sped up until she was moaning non-stop and begging for release, then stopped, almost all the way out of her. This brought her to tears and she cried,

"No! Please don't stop!"

"Fuck me back, pretty lady!" 

She began humping back onto his Black Cock, her butt making a slapping sound as she slammed back into his crotch.

After 5 or 6 minutes of this he had her change positions again, on her back with one leg held up and him sliding in and out from the side. This allowed her to stroke her clit herself but 

he took her hand away.

"Samuel take care ja!"

He kept up a steady rhythm and in this position she was facing me. I could see his 

Black cock going in and out of her pussy: the lips would seemingly grip it and stretch out on the out stroke. Her large clit was visibly protruding from her labia which were massaging it with the back and forth action.

And I saw something more – "the Look." Her eyes were glassy, lids drooping. She was gasping for breath through her mouth and pulling on her own nipples. Her face was contorted as if in pain and she was moaning with every thrust. She was 

looking at me but I didn't know if she saw me (she told me later she did and her realization of her sluttiness excited her even more.)

He rolled her onto her stomach and re-entered her from behind, straddling her legs. This increased the pressure of her pussy lips on his cock and made him feel even bigger to her.

As her moans increased in frequency and volume he started to pound into her harder and faster until finally, grabbing the sheets in her fists, she shrieked, 

"Aaghh! Aaghh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop!!! Aaghh! AAHH! OMAGAWD!"

That one was her Big Bang and continued for 5 or 6 minutes in waves. After a brief pause, he shifted her to missionary and started on her again, first slow and timed to her spasms, and then he built up speed until he was pounding her. 

She had hooked her legs around his and was humping her hips against him, screaming in time to his thrusts, and they continued like that until, with a shudder, he deposited his load into the condom.

I held her hand and kissed her while she came down, then rolled on a condom myself and climbed on for sloppy seconds. She was so wet there wasn't much friction but just the thought of what I was doing and what had just happened helped 

me get off quickly.

As Samuel started to dress, she asked him not to leave – to do it again, (and then looking at me) but just with him this time. He looked at me and said 

"We doan need ja now"

I went out and sat on a beach chair, jerking off in the moonlight to the sounds of my wife's moans, grunts and occasional screams through the open patio door. Oddly, I was not upset at being relegated to the patio: it was, after all, her night and I had seen what I had been fantsizing about for days. 

It was almost dawn when Samuel came out and told me he would see us on the beach at lunch. It wasn't a question. I was insulted at the presumption but excited at the same time and knew I wanted to be there.

As I entered the cabana, Jaye was sprawled on the now soaking wet bed, legs spread, crying. The light from the bathroom revealed her pussy lips red and swollen. I reached down to stroke her and felt wet cum running down her ass 

crack. 

Obviously the condom-only rule had been violated. 

She opened her eyes and reached for me. 

"I'm so sorry!" 

I told her I loved her, that she was beautiful, 

and that everything was all right because we loved each other. I kissed her and tasted a saltiness on her lips and mouth. My first taste of another man's cum. 

I started to mount her to sink my raw cock into that silky, satiny, cum-filled pussy. She said she was too sore but offered her mouth or ass.

Aside from lust, I felt a need to reclaim my wife. Lubing my cock with Samuel's cum, (The damage had been done – we were both exposed to whatever he may have deposited in her) I rolled her over, and she raised her hands above her head as if bound, offering herself for a punishment fuck. 

In between grunts and growls I made her tell me about the evening as I plowed her. 

"So what happened?"

"Ahh! A little easier, please. Ugh! H-he had me suck his cock and balls until he was hard. Ugh! Then he – Oh! Then he pushed me on my back. Yes! He whispered in my ear how pretty I was and how sexy my long nipples were. Oww! You did that on purpose!"

"Damn right, go on."

"Then he pushed his cock into me and started sucking one nipple while he twisted the other. Ungh! They were so sensitive! It was like an electrical shock was going straight to my clit! Aaghh! He kept that up for a while then started fucking me seriously! Ugh! Every few minutes he would put me in a different position and then start again. Ungh! I came a couple of small ones and then he started to speed up. 

Aagh! Gawd you're hard tonight! 

I told him to put on a condom before he came, but he just pushed into me harder, and told me that Black men don't use condoms when they fuck their women. He asked me if I liked what he was doing. 

(Oh!) I said yes..(Unghh!) He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I was so close to cumming, I would have said or done anything to feel that cock inside me for a few seconds more, so I said "Yes!"! ... (Yes!) 

"Then," he said, "no condom." 

If I 

wanted condoms, he would stop and leave then. 

(Aarghh!) Yes, punish me! Fuck my ass harder!

I begged him to come in me! He made me scream it! And then he slammed into me even harder and I came!! (Aaghhh!!) 

"Yes!! Cum in my ass B! Please!!"

What could I do? I came with a crash. Not much cum as it was the fourth time that night, but the feelings were just as strong as the first.

We cuddled, my cock softening in her ass, while I caught my breath.

She continued, eyes closed, reliving the events, relaxed now that her penance had been paid:

"He came soon after that, his cum hot and hard against my cervix. He lay on me while he softened, then pulled out and pulled my head down to his cock. 

"Well bred white ladies always clean off de Black man's cock afterwards. You been well bred, right, pretty lady?"

"I sucked him clean while he stroked my hair and told me again how pretty I am and what a good lover and how soft my mouth was on his cock and how he loves my nipples and pussy. Then we drifted off to sleep for a while."

"I woke up to feel him stroking my body. He leaned over and kissed me softly, stroked my breasts, sucked and pinched my nipples. He was half aroused already but he pulled my head down onto his cock and told me to make him hard. 

I sucked his cock and balls – they feel so good in my mouth - but I was pretty worn out from the two sessions and was hoping he would leave or at most cum in my mouth and then leave.

I started to raise my head off his cock and he pushed it back down and told me in a stern voice to "Make it hard!" When he was, he rolled me onto my knees and took me doggie style.

My pussy and clit were so sensitive that it wasn't pleasurable and I was telling him "Ow!" a lot. But he kept on stroking away. 

Once he rolled me on my back for a while, but then took me doggie style again. 

And then, as he continued, the burn in my pussy and clit started to turn into something else. They started to tingle, and then I was juicing in spite of myself! I heard a woman moaning and then screaming and realized it was me! And then, 

suddenly I was cumming – another huge one and then they just kept on coming – every thrust caused an orgasm – and a squirt, B! I couldn't stop and he wouldn't stop.

When he finally came in me again, I was exhausted. I checked the clock as he peed – B, he had fucked me for 20 minutes straight!!"

She may have been fucked raw, but she was in awe.

Again I told her I loved her, that she had been beautiful tonight, and took her in my arms. 

I was aware that cum was now leaking from her pussy and ass, but whether from exhaustion or afterglow, she seemed in no hurry to clean either of us up. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 07



Sunday – Ist Day as BBC slut wife

We managed to get up and shower for a late breakfast, and my wife surprised me by not wearing her ever-present bra and panties to the dining room - only a T-shirt and shorts. The waiter, Andre, did his usual flirting,

"Missy, ja look especially good this mahning! (his eyes on her chest) Didja have a fine night?"

She blushed, and I thought her nipples pushed harder against their slight covering.

"Yeah, I did!" she answered.

"A fine Jamaican night, Missy?" he asked with a wink. That brought a bigger blush, but to my surprise she also sat up straighter and pushed her tits out toward him.

"Oh Yes, Andre!"

"Ah, good! I get ja some more orange juice - ja need ja energy!!' and with another wink he was gone.

We looked at each other and giggled. "Do you suppose he knows?" "Well, he does now!"

During and after breakfast we talked about what had happened and what it meant and where we were going from here. I asked her if last night had fulfilled the craving she had for hard cock – Big Black Cock.

She blushed and lowered her eyes. "Forgive me, B – but no. If anything the craving is stronger now that I know what it feels like! Even after last night, although I'm sore, my pussy is still aching to be filled!"

She teared up. "Are you disgusted with me – with what a slut I seem to be?"

I reassured her that I loved her and if she wanted to continue her vacation adventure – actually "our" adventure as I was having one also watching and participating – that was ok by me. I told her again I was actually proud of her. What she had done had taken courage and stretched her from her comfort zone. But I was concerned what she felt about all this (translation: was he better than me?)

She said she loved exhibiting and, yes, degrading herself in front of others. All her life people had told her not to act this way or that. As a 7 year old she loved to run around her back yard naked but the neighbors complained. Each one of our beach adventures had given her an increased feeling of freedom and power. She loved the sun on her bare body – and the eyes of people watching her do things she had been told her whole life that she shouldn't.

She also loved the attention from Samuel and the other young men at the club. They made her feel pretty and sexy in a way she hadn't in the years we were raising the kids. She acknowledged that I often told her all that, but she said that she felt I had to - even if it was sincere – as her husband, but to hear it from strangers was a special boost - especially when their erections proved the compliments were real. The feeling she got by acting slutty was another turn on. She lowered her eyes again as she told me about the flood of emotions and physical feelings as she had given herself to a man not her husband for the first time – felt him possess her body and fill the aching that she had been feeling the last few days: his muscles, his hardness inside her, how he had brought her to orgasms like she had never had before. All while I watched. It wasn't that he was better than me, but the newness, the adventure, the taboo were like a drug. After the rush, there was an emptiness again in her pussy that needed to be filled again. She wanted more. 

There was another aspect also. Samuel was laid back, gentle, romantic and flirty, but there was a darker side of him also that caused her to respond as if she had no control. It was the same feeling she had when we played bondage games, but with an added sense of danger – she knew I wouldn't harm her and she could stop things at any time, which took some of the edge off, but there was a sense of threat in Samuel that kicked the submissive side of her into high gear. She felt she had to submit with no reservations or safety net. Last night he had demanded things of her that she normally would have refused – and did initially – but the look in his eye and his take charge attitude in the bed made her want to do anything he demanded.

"B? One question: If we continue this: what about my rings? Do you want me to take them off when I am with another man?" 

I had thought about that last night when the moonlight glinted off them as she held his cock to suck it. The fact that she asked the question with the word "when" and not "if" told me she intended to continue. The fact that I had already formed an answer meant I wanted her to.

"No, keep them on. In fact make sure everyone sees them when you dance or perform on the beach – or fuck. Let them know you are a married slut. But they are also a reminder of us – a tie between us that no other lover will have with you." She glowed. "Thank you B!"

"I'm a 42 year old mother of two but with him I feel like a teenager just discovering sex!"

But, she assured me, there was no love here. Just athletic sex and some interesting mind games. I was her lover, husband, provider and the father of her children. No matter how carried away she might get here, I should remember that and that she would always be going home with me.

"So, that still leaves us with where we go from here. What do you want to do today?" (A test)

Her eyes dropped. "Samuel told me to meet him on the beach at 12."

"And you feel compelled to go?" I didn't tell her that I wanted to go, too.

A deep blush. "Forgive me, yes"

The die was cast.

So we headed back to the cabana and prepared for the afternoon. I arranged for a picnic lunch and some beach towels, and Jaye took a shower, douche and enema in order to be ready for anything Samuel demanded.

When we got to the beach, we stripped and headed to "our" area. Samuel wasn't there yet and there was no sign of the Couple. Jaye told me to oil her up, standing in front of the couples/threesomes and smiling at them. Gone was her shyness of the previous week. Now she stood proudly, legs spread, bald pussy and dangling clit exposed, hands behind her head to push her little tits out. When I started to do her front, she told me to do it from the side – on my knees – to give everyone a good view.

Then she lay down on her back, spread her legs and told me to oil her pussy and asshole, raising her knees to give me full access and all the onlookers a better show.

When Samuel showed up he smiled approvingly. They made small talk for a minute or two, him clothed, Jaye naked and glistening next to him and me naked on her far side. The dynamic and politics were obvious to everyone in the vicinity. Then he stood and told her to undress him. He was only wearing shorts and sandals so she got on her knees and made a show of taking off his sandals. In this position her ass was presented to any onlookers who wanted a view of her glistening pussy and asshole. Then she slowly unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to the sand. She reached up and pulled down his red briefs, very slowly, kissing his belly and curly pubic hair. When the briefs came down a little more, his turgid cock popped free and hit her in the forehead. She rubbed her face all over it, and it jerked in response.

I was going nuts watching this display, wondering if they were going to do it right there on the beach.

Then he had her oil up his legs and butt. She took what seemed forever, almost tasting his muscled body with her hands, glancing at our audience as if to say "See me!" She was so obviously happy, and I was proud of her confidence. Then, he lay down on our towel and told her to do his back.

Again she took a long time, working the oil into his muscles.

Finally he rolled over on his back and told her to do his chest and work her way down.

On her knees like that, her ass in the air and her little tits jiggling with the effort, she was beautiful. He told her to spread her thighs so she could work lower. The lower position also made it easy for her to draw circles on his chest with her nipples.

This gave me – and the rest of the beach – an improved view of her pussy and anus. I could see her labia beginning to puff up and a trickle of wetness carving a path through the lotion down the inside of her thighs.

When she got to his Black cock, she paused, looking around and uncertain.

"It all right, missy, no one say nuttin. Jus be natural"

With that, she blushed and proceeded to oil his cock and balls. Slowly, reverently, erotically. Hand sliding down his shaft, cupping his balls, and then, as he adjusted himself and she got the message, down into his ass crack.

Then up again. Then down.

In a couple of minutes his cock started to harden and stand up on its own. Jaye was panting now, sweat dripping off her distended nipples, and her butt twitching as her labia and anus pulsed in and out in response to the intrusion she was dreaming of. I don't know if it was sweat or pussy juice, but there was an obvious wet spot in the sand below her crotch. She was now oblivious to everyone else on the beach, her whole being seemingly focused on the 8" Black, heavily veined cock growing and twitching in her hand.

Suddenly he rolled onto his side and told her to lay down next to him. As soon as she was settled, he started to massage her oiled tits, kissing her all the while. Her arms went around his neck and her legs parted without being told, her knees raised in welcome. My wife was long past modesty.

He worked her nipples - rubbing, rolling and sometimes twisting them - again commenting on how pretty they were, then down her belly, then down her thighs, avoiding her dripping pussy. Then up her thighs until almost there, then down the other side, then back. She was mewing and humping up trying to impale herself on his fingers.

Finally, he slid one along her labia and she let out a louder moan, her body jerking. Then again, then two fingers at her pussy mouth.

He worked her like that for several minutes until she was moaning continuously. Finally he slid two fingers into her pussy, then out, then in deeper, then out, around the mouth but avoiding her clit. She was arching her back trying to get them back into her. At that point he jammed three fingers into her, deeply steadily, hard deep. It only took about ten strokes and she came with a squirt and a scream, her belly jerking violently as the spasms consumed her.

As she came down, he broke the kiss. "Ya be Samuel's missy, right?" "Yes! Oh yes! Anything you want!" 

After she regained her composure, Samuel got dressed, and we returned to our cabana. On the walk, he circled her naked waist with his arm and they held each other close, demonstrating their relationship to the onlookers, as I followed, also still naked.

We all showered together with much groping and giggling from Jaye. Then she got a serious look on her face.

"Samuel, you haven't cum yet!"

"Ja take care dat, missy!"

Taking him to the bed she stroked his Black cock to semi hardness, then sucked him fully hard, then mounted him, grabbing his Black Cock and rubbing it along her labia and clit. Unlike last night, she kept her eyes open as she guided it into her pussy, watching as his shaft slid into her. As she set up a rhythm she waved me over and started sucking my very hard cock.

The scene at the beach had primed all of us and shortly Jaye started to moan heavily, her eyes closed. That set me off and as I came so did she. Samuel let her ride a few aftershocks, then rolled her over and took her hard and fast, bareback, of course, triggering another climax in her as he dumped his load deep inside. She sucked him clean, then headed for the bathroom, and then we all curled up together for a nap.

After resting, Jaye asked Samuel to show us around down in the village – not the tourist stuff but real Jamaica.

He guided us for a while but there wasn't really much scenic so we headed over to the tourist area where Jaye went on a shopping spree: Large hoop ear rings like the Jamaican girls at the Z Club wore, an ankle chain with a spade charm on it like she had seen the Wife wearing, small triangle tops and short skirt, and platform sandals. 

She immediately put on the earrings and lifted her leg onto a bench so that the Black salesman could put on the ankle chain – and get a look at her panty-less pussy – then she had him remove it and made me kneel and put it back on. All along she was making a show of her wedding and engagement rings to the clerk and pointedly telling me to pay for each item while she snuggled with Samuel. We walked back to the resort and through the lobby with her arm around his waist and me following.

That night Samuel had dinner with us at the resort and we didn't go dancing – Jaye was hot to trot. After dinner we went back to our cabana. I put on the radio and Jaye started a slow sensual strip for us – or Samuel.

Once she was naked Samuel and I sandwiched her for a long slow dance then retired to the bed where we had another threesome. 

I came in her first (there was no point in condoms any more), then started to switch positions for her to clean my cock while he fucked her. She stopped me.

"B, I didn't cum, will you finish me off with your tongue while I clean you? She had me lay down on my back and positioned herself over my face. As she sucked my cock, big wads of cum slid into my mouth. Then she lowered herself so I had to stay in position and swallow.

"Keep licking, baby, I'm almost there!" 

The combination of licking her clit, sucking her pussy, and sucking cock brought her off, and as she spasmed, it forced out another glob.

"That was fantastic B!."

When she caught her breath and I was done cleaning her, Samuel started fucking her missionary style, with me holding her legs open for him, then shifted her into other positions, fucking her into one orgasm after another for 30 minutes. At that point he put her back on her knees and told me to get under her again. By this time she was so used that she couldn't stay up and just sort of collapsed on top of me. Then he straddled us both, pushed into her pussy and started to speed up to his own release. In that position there was no way I could avoid coming into contact with his Black cock and balls and when he came he kept on stroking into her, faster and faster as she moaned, grunted, and quivered. From my position I could see the cum on his cock being whipped into a froth that collected at the base. When he finally eased his Big Black Cock out it flopped into my mouth. It just seemed natural suck it clean as well as her pussy. It felt rubbery – and kind of nice in my mouth.

When I was done I rolled her over and mounted her, sinking my recovered cock into her cream-slick pussy. It was an amazing feeling.

Around midnight I left them alone and once again listened to the sounds of lust from my chair on the patio. Finally, Samuel called me in. Jaye was already cleaning him. Without being told, I began to clean her. However, she stopped me and told me to finish cleaning him before her. After that it became a routine for me to clean cum out of her cream filled hole, no matter which of us deposited it there, and his cock as well if she was too spent to. When I finished, Jaye roused herself, held me in her arms and gave me a big cum-flavored kiss.

"Do you want some more?" "Are you up for it?' "Not really, but I've never said "no" to you." 

"Let's get some sleep. By the way, you were beautiful tonight – I'm so proud of you!" "Thanks B – for everything." 



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 08



Monday – 2nd Day as BBC slut wife

Samuel stayed the night and had Jaye suck him for a while in the morning, then fucked her in a variety of positions before he came. I cleaned her and she cleaned him, then I climbed on and pushed my cock into her loosened pussy, cleaning her up while he called room service. Then they showered together with lots of giggling while I waited for breakfast to be delivered.

He disappeared after breakfast. Jaye asked me to give her pussy a fresh shave – she didn't want Samuel put off by stubble. 

He reappeared before lunch with a bag of clothes and toiletries, and Jaye informed me he was moving in for the remainder of our stay. She also said that if she was going to do this, she wanted to do it to the hilt so she wanted to devote herself completely to Samuel, since all this would end soon. I was reluctant but gave in when she said I wasn't being cut off, just that she would focus on him and he would have first call on her.

At the beach, I oiled their backs. When I was done with both of them, Jaye got up on spread knees, put her hands behind her head and told me to kneel at her side as I did her front. 

A crowd started to gather. We weren't doing anything at that point that lots of other couples weren't, but apparently word of Jaye's antics had gotten around and folks wanted to see what was going to happen. 

My hands shook as I ran them over her breasts and pointy nipples. I had been doing this for over a week but always as her husband – now I was doing it as a cuckold.

From her breasts I moved down her belly, stopping at her mound. Back up to her breasts, cupping them, pulling the nipples out and stretching her breasts out for the approval of the audience, dragging them down until they jumped free. 

Back down over her belly to her mound. Down one thigh and back up to her mound, then down her other thigh and back up. 

I cupped my hand over her pussy, my fingers spreading the oil over her dangling clit and labia. 

"Do that again, B! And shake it at them!"

I clutched her "package" at it's base and shook it at the crowd, which moved closer to see better. Bringing my other hand around from behind I slid two oily fingers into her pussy. She moaned. I jiggled her clit and hood at the crowd again, then jacked the hood back and forth. 

The crowd had closed in to less than six feet, wanting to watch the obviously married white woman and her Black escort perform in front of her husband. 

I noticed Marianne, on all fours, her dangling breasts swaying, in the front row. A Black man was behind her and it looked, from my angle, like he had his fingers in her pussy.

Jaye's thighs were starting to quiver. 

"Samuel...!" she moaned. 

He moved in front of her and she fell forward, grabbing his hips and burying her face in his crotch. I kept on sliding my fingers into her and jacking her hood while she held his Black cock, showing the crowd her wedding rings, and licked it, its base, his pubic hair, his ball sack – everything short of actually putting it in her mouth.

Her legs quivered more, and she started moaning, then shaking. As her climax hit she finally dropped her head onto his Black cock until her nose was buried in his black, curly crotch hairs, her gagging spurring on her spasms and squirts.

I stopped fingering her when her orgasm hit and moved back. As the final convulsions faded, she fell to the beach towel and kissed his feet. The crowd applauded, and, rather than a bow, she rolled on her back, still panting, and spread 
her knees so they could see her distended dicklet. Her shame had become her glory.

Back in the cabana we showered together, but Jaye and Samuel focused on each other. Then she led him to the bed and melted into his arms.

"How do you want me, Samuel?"

I lay beside them on the bed, just another part of the décor as they flowed back and forth together. After a while, she waived me over and sucked my cock until her orgasm hit. Samuel came shortly after. I cleaned her while she cleaned him. 

We took a short break then Jaye had me mount her doggie style while she sucked him back to hardness. After I had cum she had me lay on my back and lowered her pussy over my mouth while she continued to suck him.

Catching the dripping wads in my open mouth, I shoved my tongue up as far into her used pussy as I could, trying to get out every trace of me, and lickig her clit at the same time. 

When I was done, she crawled up his body, licking her way to his nipples, and lowered her pussy onto Samuel's Black cock. Riding up and down, her hands on his chest, her small breasts flopping, swiveling her hips to grind her clit into his pelvis, my wife was amazing to watch.

Samuel grabbed her and rolled over to missionary position, using that wonderful technique and staying power until she was orgasming – and squirting – freely, then he relaxed and came himself.

By this time, Jaye was a dish rag, so I cleaned them both. Then we all curled up for a nap until dinner.

Z'Club - Monday night

After dinner, Jaye emerged from the bathroom wearing one of her new triangle tops – one she bought in the children's section of the resort's swim shop. The tiny triangles barely covered her long nipples and showed the side and bottom curves of even her tiny breasts. It barely tied in the back, designed as it was for children and 
not an adult woman. She finished off the outfit with a short skirt, no panties, hoop ear rings, and the ankle bracelet. 

Both of us were impressed, and I was shocked and concerned, but Samuel told her to wear one of the adult triangles, which, although small, covered her tiny tits, and panties. He pointed out that, Sheila's performances aside, overt nudity was frowned upon in the club and main dance floor (out back was different). For all their bumping, grinding, and groping, the local Black girls were fairly modest – sluts did not attract good husbands. That was another reason that the local Black men paid so much attention to the white tourist ladies who could be sexually looser since they would leave in a week or two.

We took a table to ourselves and Jaye and Samuel started dancing, grinding against each other's groins, then he would turn her to look at me while he grabbed and twisted her tits while grinding into her ass. Then he would bend her forward, flip up her skirt, and pull her hips into his crotch. During the slow dances, they would melt into each other. After a set, Jaye grabbed my hand and pulled me on the floor for a couple and it was my turn to grope and grind her.

While we were taking a break, several Black Jamaicans came up and asked her to dance. She said no, but Samuel flashed a smile and told them to go ahead and take her onto the dance floor to the darker back section. 

For the next 2 hours – minus rum breaks - she was passed from one Black man to the next and shamelessly groped and fondled. Jaye was glowing, reveling in the attention, straddling her partner's legs and rubbing her tits and pussy on them, or being bent forward while they banged their bulges into her crotch. 

The action was hot, and her top kept slipping off her tits. After the fourth time she just left it ajar, rules or not, her tits exposed for the rest of the number. (I was concerned that she might get herself fucked bare back over there, but Samuel said that about the only law enforced by the club and police was that there be no penetration in the public areas. The locals all knew it and abided by it. Looking at Jaye's face, I could see "The Look" and wondered if she knew it – or cared.)

Finally, she was brought back after a full set as the crème filling of an oreo sandwich – her top pushed to the side and her skirt up around her ribs, displaying her panties pulled so tight into her pussy and ass cracks that they were almost invisible. She tried to adjust her limited covering, but her Black escorts each held a hand firmly as they walked her back across the dance floor and into the light, fully exposed. 

At that point everyone in the club knew what had been happening. Her eyes were glazed, she was panting, her tiny tits heaving. Both white and Black women were looking daggers at her. An assistant manager intervened about midway and asked her to cover up and leave.

We called a cab and between us helped her out front to wait. Jaye had sobered up a bit from the embarrassment of being thrown out, but the combination of booze and sexual stimulation had her still hot. 

"I need cock! I need your hard cock in me now! Please Samuel, put it in me,now!"

She had her arms around his neck and was trying to melt into him. I slid a hand into her crotch from behind and found her panties soaking wet.

"Take them off me, B!"

I did, then held them to her nose so she could smell her juices. This fired her up even more.

I pushed two fingers into her. Her long clit was engorged, pushing completely past her swollen labia. She moaned and ground her hips onto my fingers. Then Samuel pushed two fingers in from the front. Four fingers in her pussy now, sawing back and forth, moaning with the approach of orgasm.

The cab showed up before she got off and we got in. Jaye immediately started kissing Samuel again.

Freeing his Big Black Cock, she bent down and started sucking it like there was no tomorrow, telling me to keep fingering her. About half way back he groaned loudly and came in her greedy mouth, pulling out and shooting his last wad on her face.

We were a sight as we walked past the reception desk: Jaye's top was hanging loose, exposing her little tits that were starting to show bruises from the mauling on the dance floor, her hair was matted with sweat, her mascara running so that she looked like she had two black eyes, lipstick smeared from sucking Samuel and dried cum on her face. She had also cum on the ride home and was in a dreamy state, leaning on him with her arms around his neck. The night clerk sneered at me.

Back in the cabana, we put on some reggae and all got naked. The two of them started dancing as I fixed a last set of drinks. 

She turned to me, held me tight, pushing her tits and groin into me and said she wanted us both. Samuel came up tight behind her, his arms encircling her and his hands on her hips. I could feel from the pressure that he was grinding into her ass.

We swayed together, rubbing against each other. I could feel her hard nipples scraping across my chest. She shifted her hip action to an up-and-down movement which rubbed her swollen pussy and clit against my hardening cock.

I slid a hand between her legs and found that Samuel already had two fingers in her. We both started stroking her very wet pussy to the beat. 

Shortly he pulled out his hand and cupped her breasts from behind, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Jaye moaned, arched her back, and her head turned up to kiss him. With free access to her pussy, I slid three fingers in, making sure to slide them across her clit. She gasped.

She twisted free, pushed us both onto the bed and started sucking us alternately. The one being sucked played with her nipples, the one waiting licked her pussy.

Finally, she grabbed Samuel's Black cock. 

"Please fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need it so much!"

He rolled her over and started to mount her but she put a hand on his chest.

"B, put his cock into me! Stab your slutty wife with it!"

I had never heard her talk this way and never guessed she had such thoughts! What a change in 10 days!

I grabbed his Big Black Cock at the base like a knife and brought it to her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down and bumping her clit with it. I had never held another man's erect cock before (Last night had just been licking him as he softened). It felt hard but silky.

She moaned, "No teasing! Stick it in hard!"

I adjusted my grip and pushed this man's Black cock into my wife. I pulled it out then did it again and again. With my hand at the base there were still 5" to stab her with and she could feel the mushroom head massaging her as it went in and out.

"More! Harder! Please Samuel!"

He told me to let go and thrust all 8" into her, bottoming out, his balls bouncing off her ass.

She came immediately with a wail.

I moved up to hold her hand but she was clutching him to her, her legs wrapped around his thighs, eyes closed, urging him on.

I shifted to the end of the bed for a view of his Big Black Cock sliding in and out of her. Her juices coated his cock and the extra was running down her ass crack and puddling on the bed.

He set up a rhythm – hard and fast until she almost came, then slow, then fast again. 

After 10 minutes she was begging him to let her cum.

"Samuel be your man, missy?"

"Gawd!Yes! Please let me cum!"

"Ja do what your man say?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Pleeeease let me cum!"

"Cum now!"

"Oh Gawd! I'm going to squirt!" She let out a wail and started convulsing, impaled on his Black cock.

He gave her a short pause – then pulled out and motioned me on top of her. 

"Oh yess! Keep fucking me!"

I tried to copy his technique while she sucked him and moaned from hypersensitivity. The technique allowed me to last longer than usual. 

When I came, he hopped on again immediately without waiting for me to clean her. Having already cum, he easily held off his next orgasm. He fucked her continuously for 20 minutes until her burn turned to pleasure and she started cumming on every thrust. I was jerking myself off like a madman. He finally came and told me to hop on again as she sucked him clean. 

With three loads of cum in her there much friction and I went for a while, feeling her quiver continuously under me, her body limp, her head moving from side to side, and her eyes shut. Finally she cried that she couldn't take any more. 

Samuel told me to pull out and jerk off on her face.After a pause, I licked my cum off her, then moved to her now very swollen pussy to clean it. She stirred and said she was too sensitive.

We left her in a puddle of cum and pussy juice and drifted off to sleep.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 09



2nd Tuesday – 3rd day as BBC Slut wife

When I woke, Jaye and Samuel were already intertwined, kissing as she stroked his erect Big Black Cock. They were a beautiful study in Black and white She sensed me and rolled part way from him, but kept on stroking his Black Cock.

"Hi, B! How are you this morning?"

"I feel like the North Korean Army just marched through my mouth!"

She giggled. "Well, I feel like they all gang-banged me!"

She had obviously gotten up during the night and cleaned up because her raccoon mask and smeared lipstick were gone (although her eyes were still bloodshot and sunken). But what surprised me was the number of dark bruises on her tits, thighs and hips. She had had a real working over. Samuel slid his long Black fingers up her thigh and nuzzled her ear.

"I want you, too, Samuel, but I'm sore all over and my clit is still so sensitive it hurts!" 

"Ah, missy, ja don't understand. Dat ain't sore, it's wantin' fo mo!" 

Horny or not, Jaye wasn't buying that.

"Ja doan unnerstand! Many white women come to Jamaica for sex. They have a good time and go home, mebe come back. But a few discover something here. We all natural beings and rational beings. In your white world, women be schooled as rational beings and told to lock up they natural selves. In Jamaica we be natural people: we live, love, sing, dance, make love, have children as easy as the sun floats and the tides flow Some white women, when dey get to Jamaica, their hidden part is woken up. It like dey reborn. I heard about ja missy, before I met ja. Ja was pointed out to me to help ja be born again. How ja feel about last night?"

Jaye closed her eyes, remembering the feelings. "I , I was humiliated, being passed around from stranger to stranger like a whore or piece of meat. But so turned on also – they wanted me. My body was making them hard. I was scared, scared that they would rape me – and yet I wanted them to. I wanted to feel spread open and taken, powerless, and at the same time I wanted the feeling of power that I get when you two cum in me and suddenly become weak in my arms. The knowledge that I did that."

"See missy? Dat how a natural woman feel!"

"But what do I do with the new me? I can't go back to the Midwest and keep doing this!" Tears were welling in her eyes.

"Doan worry, missy! We each need balance in our lives. Yours been so one-sided, ja jus naturally swung way over. Ja'll swing back to whatever your balance point is after you leave here! Dat brings us back to the issue in ja hand. Ja say ja too sore to do what ja want to do. Dat may be some, but dat tickling in ja clitty ain't sore, it tellin ja to keep going. Ja know dat doan ja?" (His eyes narrowed and she seemed to shrink.)

"Y, yes. I have these huge orgasms when you keep going after I beg you to stop. But believe me, it isn't tickling – it burns! But then it changes and it's like my whole body is an extension of my pussy! I keep cumming until I'm so sore I can't move."

"Missy, ja can't know pleasure if ja don't know pain. I agree ja had a work out last night, particularly for a white woman. But dere be tings we can do..."

He had me start sucking gently on one nipple while he did the same on the other and we softly stroked her body, staying away from her pussy. Her eyes closed and shortly her legs opened and her knees raised. I slid one finger down to the bottom of her pussy and felt the wetness.

At this point, Samuel told me to get between her legs and start licking her ass, but make sure to stay away from her pussy and clit. I started to say no, but my wife begged me to do as he said. He moved to her head and fed her his Black Cock while I buried my face in her ass cheeks and started to lick her puckered hole. Surprisingly, it tasted sweet. After several minutes, I felt her sphincter relax and a trickle of pussy juice run down onto my tongue. "She relaxed yet?" "Mmmm" from both of us. "Now stick ja tongue in" I did, hesitantly at first, but almost immediately Jaye let out a moan and raised her knees to her chest to give me better access.

Minutes went on. Her anus was relaxing and tightening rhythmically and she was juicing heavily down her crack and moaning frequently. Samuel told me to change positions with him. Kneeling between her legs he reached up two fingers to her mouth and told her to make them wet. My wife stopped sucking my cock and took them into her mouth. Then he withdrew them and inserted one into her relaxed ass. "Mmmm!" she sighed softly around my cock. Then the fingers went back to her mouth, then back to her ass. The first finger slipped in and then he worked in the second.

Back and forth, in and out. Her hips were rising to meet his fingers.

Now he was sliding his Black Cock up and down her ass crack.

Finally, he told me to take his Black Cock and put it in her. Mesmerized, I held it as I had last night and pressed the head against her hole. She whimpered, but no lube was necessary – my licking had relaxed and wet her sphincter, his fingers had opened her, and her own juices were continually running down onto his Black Cock, keeping it naturally slick.

I pressed harder and watched as the mushroom head went almost all the way in. Now out. Now deeper in. The head popped through her sphincter.

"Aaagh!" 

A pause and then I pulled it out. 

"Ohh!" 

Then back in about 2 inches deeper. She flipped her head back and forth, eyes closed, and moaned. "Oh shit!"

Back out and then in deeper. 

A wait while she processed the feelings. 

I had been fucking her ass for over 20 years but nothing as sensuous as this. 

A few more strokes and he was all the way in. Then he slowly withdrew and rolled her over, re-entering her gently and slowly. She moaned softly as he slid in deep.  In and out, in and out. In, now all the way out. Back in - all the way out. Her ass was gaping now and he didn't need to ease it in anymore.

All the way in, all the way out. 5 minutes of this went by.

Suddenly, her groans turned to cries, urging him on, urging him to cum in her ass. Her breathing was ragged and she was clutching the sheets in her fists.

The cries intensified – and then an orgasm hit! With a squirt! (Jaye had always enjoyed anal – or at least never refused it and sometimes asked for it – but she had never cum from it. This was a first, and with a squirt as well. It occurred to me that she was squirting much more frequently – again, a rarity until we got to Jamaica, but now seemingly a regular accompaniment to her orgasms.) Samuel continued stroking until he came, then withdrew. I bent down to lick the cum leaking from her ass, but he told me to fuck her in her pussy.

"But, I thought...."

"She be ready now. But when ja cum, do it on her face." 

Then he shoved his Big Black Cock into her mouth to suck clean. We had never done ass-to-mouth before but she didn't hesitate. I mounted her and gently rubbed my cock along her slit. She was still having aftershocks and when my cock hit her distended clit her whole body jerked. She tried to say she was too sensitive, but couldn't with his cock in her mouth. "See, Missy? Ja pussy really asking fo mo! Relax and go wid it!"

Her knees splayed out wider and she pushed her crotch at me. I pressed gently in and set up a rhythm similar to what Samuel used. Her orgasms kept rolling over her as I built up speed and force.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out, moved to her head and jerked my cock over her face. "Yessss! Please!" And she opened her mouth to receive my load. When it came I splattered it over her mouth, eyes and cheeks.

As we all caught our breath, Samuel stroked her hair and said, "Dat what you wanted de mens do ta ja last night, ain't it?"

She stretched like a contented cat. "Yes, Samuel, that and more. I'm such a slut! If someone offered money, I'd be a whore!"

We took it easy the rest of the day to let her lady parts heal and skipped the beach in favor of a nap. Jaye stayed naked and curled up with Samuel, her hands and mouth never far from his Black cock. She was like a kid who had discovered candy and couldn't get enough. He spent some time playing with her nipples and had her blow him, but there was no fucking.

After dinner, Samuel told Jaye to get dressed to go out dancing. We both looked at him and asked if we could go back to the Z'Club after having been thrown out. He said this was a different place that didn't have the same rules. Jaye showered, douched and gave herself an enema, then put on her sun dress, without underwear. Samuel told her to take it off and put on her outfit from last night. She paused, but dutifully made the change. I called a cab and Samuel told him where we were going. When the driver heard the address he turned around and leered at Jaye then sneered at me.

The club was in a part of town we hadn't seen, a little way from the port where the cruise ships came in. There was a bar along one wall, tables and a dance floor. The capacity sign at the door said 450 but there were only about 70 there. Near the bar was a DJ station, and there were two platforms with topless Black go-go dancers moving in a bored fashion to the music. Lighting was low, with spotlights on the dancers. The clientele was almost totally Black, the white contingent consisting of Jaye and I, and two other couples, the women sluttily dressed and the men looking thuggish (Russian whores and their pimps, Samuel told me). A few minutes after we arrived, Marianne walked across the dance floor to a table where Kevin and the Black man they had introduced to us as Levon were sitting with two other Black men. Marianne was wearing a crop top so short the bottom of her pendulous breasts were showing and a short skirt. Both she and Kevin appeared to be earing dog collars. She waived hesitantly, but made no attempt to join us. There were a few Black women, but overall, males outnumbered females about 6 to 1.

I commented that things seemed slow and low energy compared to Z'Club. Samuel said that was because there was no cruise ship in town tonight. When the tourists hit, the place was lit up and packed.

A $20 tip (from me) got the DJ to switch to reggae and calypso, and Jaye and Samuel started dancing while I ordered drinks.

She melted into his arms and they started their grinding and caressing. Soon he turned her to face me, a hand on her tit and the other pulling her head up by her hair. She looked straight at me and pushed her ass into his crotch while lewdly sucking on a finger. At the end of two songs, they came back for a drink. Samuel told her to finish it, then took her out again. I looked around and saw both Marianne and the two Russian whores dancing with Black men also.

After 2 sets – and another downed drink – Samuel called the waitress over. "Da lady like to dance." The waitress leaned over, lit a candle sitting in the middle if the table and brought an empty glass. Almost immediately, a fat Black man walked up and told Samuel he'd like to dance with "the woman." Samuel looked at Jaye and told her to go with him. The man put some cash in the glass and took her hand.

As they rubbed and ground on the dance floor, Jaye at first was stiff and hesitant, then got into the rhythm. I asked Samuel about the glass and the money.

"House rules: $2 a dance, 3 fo' $5." So that's what tonight was about: Jaye had said she wanted to be passed around and used as a whore, so Samuel was going to make her fantasies real! My wife was graduating from slut to whore! What was going on here and why was I allowing it? The song ended and the fat man brought her back. Samuel had a drink ready for her. "Samuel, did he pay to have me dance with him?" "Ja. How ja feel about dat?" "Humiliated, but hot in a way. Do I keep on?" "De candle, she mean ja available. Ja doan wanta, blow out de candle."

Jaye paused, looked at me. I said nothing. I was humiliated as well, but also turned on. And, if she had this fantasy, she had to deal with it – live it or leave it.

Just then, another man walked up and put $5 on the table. My wife swallowed, bit her lip, put the money into the glass, and let him lead her onto the dance floor. They ground for the full set, and Jaye rubbed her tits against his chest so hard her top shifted off. Immediately she turned her back to him and placed his large, Black hands on them, grinding her butt into his crotch. He mashed them for a moment, then pulled her nipples out from her body, stretching them before going back to squeezing them. She spun around, straddled his leg and started sliding her crotch up and down on it while sliding her hands under his wife-beater.

When the set was over, he returned her to the table, and she gulped down another drink before another Black man came up and put $5 on the table. This time she ignored it, letting Samuel pick it up, and led the stranger onto the floor. When she returned from this set, again re-arranging her covering, she was glowing from the booze and stimulation of being so openly groped.

"He had a big cock! I think he wanted to fuck me!" 

"Ja want him to?"

"I'm your missy, Samuel! Do you want me to fuck him?" Her tone was lighthearted. She was playing a game. I wondered if she realized he wasn't.

In answer, Samuel called over the manager and the two spoke into each other's ear. Then the manager left, and another Black man placed a bill on the table. Jaye headed off with him. When Jaye returned, Samuel had her down another shot. She was getting tipsy and giggly. Samuel told her to go with the manager and do whatever he wanted. 

"Whatever he want!" Samuel repeated.

The manager took her by the hand and they headed for the back. Samuel leaned to me.

"Go wid dem. Dat way de Russians no try nuttin wid her. Sit in de corner and watch, I tole him dat ja ting. But doan let her back out. When she come back, if she wan' quit, we quit, but make sure she do dis one." I jumped up and followed them out through a beaded curtain. 

Behind the club was another building: one story, cinderblock, windowless. The door was also a beaded curtain, a red light coming from inside. I almost missed the very large Black guard outside the door until he moved as we approached. Inside, there was one long corridor with rooms on both sides and a shriveled old Black lady lugging a bucket. There were no doors, only beaded curtains, and above each entry was a light box with a number. Some were lit with a white light and we could hear moans, groans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh coming from them. The curtains of course were not even a vision block from up close and we could see naked couples in various carnal poses. The music from the main club was being piped in but at a muted volume as the manager walked her to the end and the room marked 5. When we got there, he flipped a switch and the number 5 glowed white.

Inside, there was an iron cot with a dirty mattress, a chair, some hooks on the wall, a sink with soap and a pitcher of water, a bottle of lubricant, and a can of feminine hygiene spray. Under the sink was a bucket. There as a large mirror on one wall paralleling the bed and a smaller one at the head of the bed

The manager told Jaye to take off her clothes. She paused a moment and looked at me, bit her lip and undid her top then pushed off her skirt and thong. The manager started inspecting her body, hefting her small tits, pulling on the nipples, rubbing his fingers along her slit and pushing them into her pussy. It was everything we had been doing to her at the beach for a week, but here in the red light and seedy surroundings it all had a threatening nature. But still erotic. Her eyes were closed and she was grinding her pussy onto his fingers.

He finger fucked her for a minute or so, then spun her around and bent her over the bed, ass in the air. Using her own wetness as lube, he massaged her anus with two fingers, going back and forth from her pussy to her ass until first one, then both, slid in. My wife groaned at the intrusion.

He withdrew his fingers and wiped them off on her skirt, then told her to suck his cock. She dropped to her knees, fished out his Black Cock and started sucking, cupping his balls and kneading them.

Again he stopped abruptly.

"Git ja ass on de bed, white cunt!" She looked surprised for a moment – no one had ever talked to her like that before – but she did it. Stripping, he lay in the middle and told her to keep sucking him. She scampered between his legs and went at it like it was a steak dinner and she hadn't eaten in a month. Periodically he would shove his Black Cock down her throat and hold her there until she would choke, then let her up, then do it again. Sometimes he would grab and twist her long nipples until she would whimper. But she kept on sucking him, massaging his balls, and jacking her long clit. After a while he had her put a condom on him. It took her a minute, but she got it. All the while he was calling her every name I had ever heard and some that were new to me. If anything, the verbal abuse seemed to be arousing her.

Then he pushed her onto her back, poured some lube on his Black Cock, and mounted her, ramming into her hard for several strokes and triggering an orgasm. He kept going for a while and then changed positions.

Over the next half hour, he fucked her cunt in every position possible, then flipped her over, had me bring the lube and repeated the process in her ass. By this time I had figured out that he was testing her, trying to find out what she would or wouldn't do, how she would react to commands and insults – and how good my wife was as a fuck toy.

Finally, having road-tested her mouth, ass and cunt, the manager once again shoved his cock (he still hadn't cum) back into her cunt.

"Time is money, bitch! Make me cum before this song ends!"

Jaye started working her hips under him but he stayed passive. She wiggled and bumped. Finally she pushed him off, got into doggie position and begged him to sink his Big Black Cock into her (He wasn't particularly big but what man can resist that?).

When he did, she started working her cunt muscles and body the way she had on me a few days ago, literally milking his Black Cock, telling him how big he was, how good he felt in her, begging him to ram it into her, begging him to cum. He started moving, faster and faster, pulling her back onto him by her hips and gave out a groan and several final thrusts.

They both collapsed on the bed. The manager recovered first. Standing, he removed his condom and emptied it onto her tits, then dropped it onto her belly. Then he grabbed her by the hair and wiped his cum covered Black Cock all over her face.

"Ja'll do. Dis ja short time room. Turn on de light when ja come in. In 30 minutes it start to blink. Be done by den or de guard come by an move ja out. Turn it out when ja leave. Clean ja nasty self in de sink after each customer. Do ja business in de bucket. Auntie outside empty it after ja leave. " Then, addressing me for the first time, he said in a low voice, "Make sure she stay on de bed."

Jaye looked at me and wondered, "Do you think I'm expected to do that again?" 

"Well, Samuel sent you in here with him and you did it. Maybe you should ask Samuel."

Back in the club, a sign with the number 5 had been placed on our table along with a garter with a badge bearing the number 5 and a box of condoms. I had noted signs on various tables and the bar, some bright, some dim, and several women wearing the armbands. Marianne and the other two white women had them on and I saw Marianne heading through the curtains at the back in company of a Black man.

Samuel explained. "Short time girls get their own rooms and pay a percentage to the manager. De sign and arm band identify who dey be so the customers know who and where to pay. De sign have a switch wid tree positions: Off – de girl ain't working; High (he hit the switch) – De girl available; Low (he switched again) – De girl busy short time." With that, he set the switch on high.




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 09



Jaye stared at the lit sign like a moth at a flame, realization wahing over her.  "Are you whoring me out, Samuel? After I gave myself to you? Is this what you want? B gave me to you and now you are giving me to anyone with money. Is that all I am?" She wasn't being reproachful. Her voice was a monotone.

"If ja my missy like ja say on de beach, den I can do what I wan' wid de gift. But no, I doan whore ja out. Ja doan want to, jes turn off de sign and we go."

My wife stared at the sign, biting her lip.  "I'm not a prostitute! I'm a married woman and mother! This is going too far!" She reached for the switch.

"B, say something! Do you want this? Did you enjoy watching what that man did to me?"

"Jaye, I love you. But this is a decision only you can make. You said something inside you has been awakened and you have been riding the wave. It's your decision how far you ride it. Whatever that decision is, I'll still love you. What you do tonight doesn't change who you are – unless you want it to." 

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "That's just it, I'm not sure who or what I am anymore!" She reached farther toward the switch, then withdrew. Then reached again.

At that point, a Black man walked up and tossed a $5 bill on the table. Jaye looked at it a moment and stood up, put on the arm band, and followed him onto the dance floor, leaving the sign lit. She had made her decision.

While she was gone, Samuel told me to pay the manager $100 as his cut for the room and $20 for the condoms.

When Jaye returned from her dances, the Black man dropped several more bills on the table. Samuel picked them up.

"He want ja mouth an' cunt."

Jaye hung her head. Then she flipped the switch to "Working" level, and allowed the man to lead her to the back. I followed.

From 10pm to 2am I followed my wife to room #5 eight times. They were of all shapes and sizes and fucked her in all her holes. Hesitant at first, Jaye caught on quickly, throwing herself into it, moaning and urging them on. She was able to get most of them off in 15 minutes or less (a couple came almost immediately – "Easy money!" was Jaye's comment). Several chose to cum on her face or tits, and, lacking anything else, she used her thong to wipe it up. Not wanting to expose her cunt to strange cum, she washed the thong out in the sink and left it there. As a result, every time she danced, her bald cunt and swollen bruised clit were exposed.

When we would return, she would flip the switch to "Available", knock back a shot, (Samuel switched her drink from rum to cola to make sure she didn't get sick drunk) and wait for the next man who wanted to use her for a dance or fuck.

After her first three, apparently the word got out there was fresh white cunt available and business was non-stop for over two hours. Once she got over her initial fears, Jaye threw herself into it and actually came a couple of times with her johns (although most of the time she just faked it to speed them up)

After midnight, the tone changed in the club. The short time girls were openly groped and fingered, without even the pretense of Jamaican dancing, sometimes on the way to the back with a customer, always as they returned. I was blown away watching them grab her as she walked across the dance floor, shoving fingers into her to see if she had been fucked in her cunt or ass. She would stop and let them, smiling and grinding herself onto their fingers, or rubbing her tits in their faces, telling them they could stuff more than fingers into her if they came over to her table.

Finally, around 2 am, the crowd had really thinned and there didn't seem to be any more takers. Samuel turned off the light and blew out the candle. He totaled up the money (almost $300 by my estimate) He paid me back my $120, then told me to give the manager an additional $50 tip. He stuffed $50 into Jaye's top and pocketed the rest.

Jaye was spacey and quiet on the trip home, her head on Samuel's shoulder. When we got to the cabana, she begged him to fuck her. He pushed her away and told her to shower and flush her cunt and ass. This caused her to burst into tears. When she emerged, still snuffling, she got on her knees and again begged him to fuck her.

"Why I should fuck ja, whore?"

"I did it for you!"

He grabbed her hair and bent her head back.

"Don't lie to me! Tell B and me why ja did it!"

"I,I , I told you..."

"Don't lie! Ja could have blown out de candle! Ja could have turned out de sign! You chose! Now why did ja do it!"

Full tears and shudders

"Because I wanted to! I wanted to be a whore! I wanted men to pay to fuck me and not have anything to say about it! I wanted to be fuck meat!"

"And?"

"And I loved it! And hate myself for loving it!"

"Ja like it enough to wanna keep doing it?"

"No – but I will if you or B tell me to!

"Well, Samuel doan fuck no used whores!" She wailed and more tears.

"But Samuel be happy to make love to his missy!"

She looked up at him through her tears and a light came over her face.

"Samuel, would you make love to your missy?"

"Sho nuff!" (Toothy grin – his dark persona of a minute before suddenly gone)

"Would it be all right if B made love to his wife, afterward, too?" She looked at me. "If he still wants to."

Samuel grinned at me.

"Happy to, my love."

So for the next two hours, Samuel and I took turns making gentle erotic love to Jaye, giving her back her sense of herself. As dawn broke she had reached the point of continual orgasms, finally laying there like a quivering, limp dishrag. We had to force our cocks into her mouth so she could clean them, but she was past that, and she was too sensitive for me to clean her, so I cleaned him and wiped her with a damp T-shirt. We cuddled her between us as we dropped off to sleep.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 10



2nd Wednesday

We slept, intertwined, until noon.

Over fruit, rolls, and coffee, we discussed the previous night's activities, Jaye naked as usual, curled up with her head in Samuel's lap, stroking his Black Cock.

She told us about her mixed emotions – living out the fantasy, its gritty reality, erotic high, her humiliation from the use of her body and shame at how she loved it. Being sold for dances and groping hadn't really bothered her that much – it was kind of an extension of the night before at Z'club, but she had been shaken by her "interview" with the manager and seeing the conditions so different from her imagination.

She had been scared about what was happening and neither Samuel nor I seemed to care – in fact to her we were encouraging what was happening. She almost turned out the sign, and then the Black man had dropped the dance money on the table. She suddenly realized that there was little difference between the two activities, so why not if that's all we thought of her? 

At the same time, she was also unnerved by how much she had enjoyed being used by the manager. It wasn't lovemaking, it wasn't even athletic sex, her pleasure was not a consideration – she was a fuck toy, an object to be used – and it had stirred the submissive element in her to an amazing extent.

She described how the long walk across the club and dance floor to the exit and the walk back after being fucked (she no longer had any trouble with the word) had embarrassed and humiliated her, advertising as it did what she was doing – but it also aroused her to the point that she stayed wet all evening, ready to receive a 

cock on command. Once her thong was gone, her cunt (as she now referred to it) juices were continually running down her thighs.

Once she accepted her fate, as I had noted, she got into it physically and psychologically, reveling in her status as a vessel for strange Black Cocks, just as she had reveled in being a complete public slut at the beach and Z'club. She 

worked hard to arouse those who danced with her, to get them to buy her, then worked hard to give them pleasure and make them cum in her.

Concurrently though, she felt a self-loathing, a feeling that this wasn't right, that it wasn't "her" and a fear that this might be her future. Shame at her feelings of pleasure, a desire to continue, a fear of continuing, a desire to be rescued by the men in her life, resentment that they were subjecting her to this.

On the ride home, the adrenaline and booze started to wear off and the feelings of pleasure were overwhelmed by the guilt and self-loathing. When Samuel rejected her, her world crumbled. No longer was she a queen bee sex goddess, she saw 

herself as a worthless whore.

And then, when Samuel and I "reclaimed" her, making love, not fucking, holding her to ourselves, she felt re-born, not to mention the wonderful feeling of hot cum slamming into her cervix and us collapsing into her arms – no longer dominants, but enveloped by her femaleness. The continual orgasms were an added benefit.

Samuel pointed out that Jaye's feelings were common, especially among women who were being "re-born." The desire to be a whore was an extreme aspect and he wanted to push Jaye out of the sexual fantasy phase and into reality as soon as he heard it to find how deep the desire ran – to either shock her out of it or see how 

far she was willing to sink. He felt she had done well last night: her little breakdown was a good sign – balance was returning, and she had a sense of who she was.

For my part, I told them the now-familiar story of how I felt humiliated that strangers were sexually using my wife in front of me, and that my wife was drawing obvious pleasure from it. 

On one hand I wanted to stop it, to go back to 

the way we were, but on the other I had never seen her more beautiful than when she was a slut –and yes, a whore. 

I was actually proud of her ease with her sexuality: sitting there as she was openly fondled and obviously enjoying it, watching as she made the "walk of shame" and watching her spread her legs and welcome 9 strange Black men to use her while her wedding ring-adorned hands 

urged them on had aroused me. 

Something had awakened deep within me, too. 

Apparently I also had a submissive streak as I felt powerless to stop it, didn't want to stop it, aroused by her antics, and enjoyment at my secondary status to Samuel and the other Black men. As my wife had said, I recognized it was a part of me I hadn't known existed and was both fascinated and scared by it. 

Jaye listened to my admissions with a thoughtful expression.

Beach 

We wandered out to the beach in the late afternoon and Jaye had me oil both of them. I did their backs first, then shuffled around to do their fronts, beginning with Jaye's shoulders and working down to her tits. Her nipples were already hard and I tweaked and pulled them for the growing crowd. She moaned softly.

Down her soft belly to her mound.

"B! Show them!" 

I jiggled her clit and lips, sliding the hood back and forth as her dicklet grew.

"Suck it!" 

I leaned in, pulled back the hood and licked, then nibbled, then sucked her clit. Several of the audience called out "Suck it!" but unlike last week it didn't faze either of us. My wife was in full exhibitionist mode.

"Now back to the side!"

I shuffled and then slid a finger along her cunt from rear to front and then circled her clit. She moaned.

Then two fingers – rear to front, up and around, and then back to slide into her juicing cunt. My wife moaned louder and her thighs shook a little,

I kept this up for a while, until she told me to do Samuel.

It was the first time I had ever run my hands over another man's naked body. Samuel's skin was silky even before the oil slicked it up, and his muscles were hard. I could understand why Jaye loved to touch and caress him.

I hesitated as I got to his Black cock. The husband had no problem last week, but 

we were in a more remote part of the beach then. Here we had a crowd about twice the size and were closer to the main resort.

"It all right, B, missy take care it. Kneel over dere, wid ja hands behind ja head."

Jaye dropped to her knees and rubbed her face into his crotch before starting to oil his Black cock and balls.

Slowly, lovingly, she stroked him up and down, cupping and rubbing his balls. She took her time and made sure the crowd had a good view by shifting sides every couple of minutes.

I took a quick look at the audience. The few white women without Black escorts were watching as if hypnotized, a couple of them openly stroking themselves. Some of the white women with Black men were on their knees beside their men. 

Two were stroking their Black men, one was openly sucking hers.

I recognized Marianne and, I guessed, Kevin – a male naked on his knees as I was, 

wearing a dog collar, hands behind his head facing her. She was wearing her dog collar from last night with a leash dangling from it and standing with a fat Black man I hadn't seen before. He was gripping one of her lush tits with one hand, his fingers digging into the softflesh. She had a pained look on her face, but was stroking his Black cock which was inches from Kevin's face. The Black man's other had was on Kevin's head.

Samuel was now fully hard, and Jaye flopped down on her back, spread her legs to the crowd, and begged him to finger her while she stroked his Black cock, holding her cunt lips open with her left hand to show off her wedding rings. Moaning, 

writhing, and loudly telling the crowd how she loved his cock, what a good lover he was, how

she would do anything for him, she came to a crashing orgasm.

When we got back to the cabana, Jaye pushed 

Samuel onto the bed and sucked him hard, then mounted him and slowly rode him through two of her climaxes to his, smiling at me and blowing me an occasional kiss. She had me clean her out, then told me mount her doggie style, while she buried her head in his crotch. She didn't cum, so after I licked and sucked my cum out of her, I brought her off with my tongue.

That evening for dinner Jaye wore her transluscent sundress (no underwear)and leaned way forward to ask Andre, our waiter, about the menu items, giving him a good view of her tits.

Back in the room we all stripped down and I got on my knees. Jaye dropped to her knees on front of Samuel, put her hands behind her back, and surprised me by saying,

"Samuel, I know B is paying you to fuck me. But, if you'll have me,from here on out I'm not his wife. I am your..lover, or woman, or slut, or whore. W...whatever you want me to be, whatever you want to do with me. Totally. Without reservations."

Then she turned to me with a wiked look in her eye.



"You want that too, don't you, B? You want to give me to Samuel completely, don't you? So that he can do anything he wants with me? Even prostitute me?" 

Blushing in shame, I admitted I did.

So he did use her, all three holes, bringing her to her Big Bang and beyond until she was limp, her cunt and ass gaping. I tried to participate but she pushed me off.

Late that night as she sucked him hard again, she called me over and fed me his cock to suck. Having already done it after he fucked my wife, there seemed no reason not to do it to get him ready to fuck her. Once again, I marveled at how 

good it felt in my mouth and now understood Jaye's simultaneous feelings of submission and the power of being responsible for its hardness.

She stroked my head then she pushed me farther onto his Black Cock. The thought that we might be prepping for another round of fucking caused my cock to rise. Jaye saw it differently.

"Just as I thought!" She hissed, "A closet gay! You wanted me to explore my "inner desires," 

not for me, but so yos could get a shot at some cock! Well, cocksucker, from now until we leave, all you get to do is lick my pussy and ass when I tell you to, watch a real man fuck me senseless and then lick his cum off both of us! You'll get your cock, but it will be the cock of a real man before or after it comes out of my cunt! I don't care what you do with yours, but it isn't going in me!" In twenty one years of marriage I hed never heard such anger from her.

With my mouth full of Black cock, I had to accept. 

After sucking him awhile, she told me to guide his Black cock into her wet cunt. Then I stepped back to watch the ballet of light and dark, dutifully cleaning them both before we fell asleep, the two of them in the bed, me, at Jaye's direction, on the sofa.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 11



2nd Thursday – 5th day as BBC slut wife, Jaye and her new Master humiliate B. Jaye is fisted in pblic. B submits to his own Master:

After I cleaned up their morning fuck, theyh eaded for the shower together.

My wife smiled sweetly at me and gave my cock a quick squeeze as she passed by.

"Order us room service, B! And ask if Andre (our usual waiter in the restaurant) can deliver it!"

I called in the order. Andre was in early and available to deliver.

I started to get dressed, but when Jaye came out she told me to strip and stay that way - in fact, stay that way for the rest of the time there.  When Andre arrived, Samuel and Jaye were naked on the bed and she was sucking his Black Cock.  Samuel told me to let him in, and Jaye added "But on your knees." I did, blushing furiously as Andre took in the scene of the married white woman sucking Black cock and her husband kneeling and naked.

Jaye lifted her head from her sucking duties.

"Good morning, Andre! I had another fine Jamaican evening and it looks like it's going to be a fine Jamaican day!"

Andre grinned a toothy smile. "Sho look like it, missy!"

"B, tip Andre $20 and bring Samuel his breakfast! A real man needs his strength! Oh, and Andre, if you have a cell phone, would you take a couple of pictures before you go?" 

"Course, missy!"

They got out of bed and walked over to where I was kneeling, Samuel's Black cock softening a little.

"Make him hard again, B!" My wife said as she held it to my mouth. I tried to protest but she pointed out that I had had no problem sucking Samuel's cock the night before – she just wanted a souvenir.  "B.B.But Andre...!" I whined. 

"You had no problem with him seeing me do it. Now it's your turn. Open up and no teeth!" 

I still wasn't happy about it but she held the back of my head and pushed it against my lips. The feeling of the rubbery head on my lips, my embarrassment at being naked on my knees in front of the waiter, and the humiliation of knowing I was about to be photographed flipped submissive switches in my brain. Jaye's pressure pushed Samuel's Black cock past my lips, and my resistance crumbled. I willingly opened my mouth.

"Now do it yourself!" I could hear the camera clicking. Then Jaye gave him the video camera and told me to continue. The thickness of Samuel's Big Black Cock in my mouth was making me salivate and I was starting to drool around it. It added to the humiliation that the longer it was in my mouth, the better it felt and I was starting to want to feel him cum in me rather than just cleaning.

"You're lucky that Samuel only likes to cum in women – especially married white women - or we would have to get a shot of you swallowing his load! Maybe, if you beg him, he'll let you anyhow! Maybe Andre will let you! I think you should pay Andre another $20 for his camera work." 

Andre sneered at me as I paid him, still on my knees.

"You know," Jaye said, "I like that look! Since you seem to feel submissive to Black men, you should stay on your knees whenever a Black person is in the room. It goes with your outfit!"

"Now wait a minute..." I started to refuse.

"But, B! He has the pictures of you like that, and after the rest of the staff sees them they will expect it when they come to see you in person!"

Oh shit! They were going to show the pictures around? How long before I was all over the internet?

"Please don't show the pictures! I'll stay on my knees." I was defeated.

After breakfast, Samuel and Jaye had a long, slow suck and fuck, her hands running over his body as she cooed about how good he felt. How she would do anything he wanted. Afterwards, she stroked my head as I licked and sucked them both clean.

When Samuel and Jaye, wearing her semi-transparent sundress and no underwear, left for lunch together, she squeezed my balls and said,

"B, you'll have to stay in the cabana since you obviously can't go out in public naked. Oh, and since you gave me to him, I don't have to ask if it's alright if I go alone with Samuel, do I?" A harder squeeze. 

"Maybe Andre can arrange for one of the staff to stop by and give you something to suck on!"

They went off to lunch together, leaving me naked and alone in the room. The maid showed up, and I pulled on shorts to let her in. She entered and fixed me with a hard stare.

"I heard ja supposed to be naked on ja knees when Black folk present!"

I was taken back and muttered something about not always and actually that was for Black men. She sniffed and picked up the phone, calling housekeeping to report a plumbing problem. Then she just stood there glowering.

In about 5 minutes, a large (about 6' and 275 lbs) Black man with a tool box showed up at the door.

"What de problem?"

"Dis de white boi Andre talk about! He say he doan have to be naked on his knees for Black folk – only Black mens!"

He fixed me with a stare. "Wuz ja tole to be naked on ja knees when Black folk around?"

"Uh, I guess."

"Who tole ja to do it?"

"Uh, Samuel" It occurred to me I didn't know his last name.

"And who Samuel?" The maintenance guy was looming large over me.

"Uh, he's my wife's...Black..." I realized I had never put a name on the relationship.

A part of my brain was on the other side of the room screaming that things were getting out of hand. I may not have been as big as this guy, but I have certain skills and don't take bullying in any form from any one. Why was I standing for this?

"Samuel fucking ja wife, right?"

"Uh, yes"

"He a Renti, right? Ja pay him ta fuck ja wife!"

"Yes."

"Anybody else fuck her?"

"Uh, yes," I hung my head. With that he removed his tool belt.

"Dey all Black?"

"Y,,yes." I felt like a fog was starting in my brain.

"Ja fucking ja wife?"

"No."

"So ja pay Black men ta fuck ja wife and ja suckin Black men! Doan lie, we all seen de pictures!"

"Yes." I was broken.

With that final admission, he dropped his shorts, fished out his Black cock and started to stroke it. I watched it grow, mesmerized.

"Den ja just a cocksucking sissy! Git on ja knees when ja betters in da house!

His words were still upsetting me, but his attitude and my shame had stripped me of any will to resist. Here he was in my room stroking his Black cock and making me admit what a wimp I was. He expected me to service him. And as I watched his Black cock harden, that's all I wanted to do.

My knees buckled and I dropped to the floor, mouth open.

"Naked, boi!"

I scrambled to shed my shorts and resume my position.

"Ja wanna lick, Honey?" he asked the maid.

"Na, I be behind on my time. But dese folk go trew so many sheets a day I get a chance later, mebe. Ja go on!" 

The Black man looked back at me.

"Git on it boi! Ja know ja wanna, ja know ja gonna! I got rounds ta make!"

Bending my head slightly to get to his Black cock under his round belly, I lifted it gently and swirled my tongue around the fat mushroom head before slipping it into my mouth. He'd been working in the tropical heat and his crotch was sweaty, smelling like tobacco. There was something arousing about it.

He moaned and the Black cock that had suddenly become the center of my life twitched and swelled more. That made me moan and I started to suck in earnest, gently massaging his balls the way I'd seen Jaye do it. 

The maid finished up and left.

He pulled my head deeper onto his cock. I gagged a little and he pulled out. Suddenly scared he would stop, I gasped some air and forced my head back onto him, wrapping my arms around his thighs.

Time seemed to stand still and then I felt his Black cock seem to swell even more in my mouth and he grabbed my head and face-fucked me furiously. I concentrated on keeping my mouth sucking and my teeth off that marvelous cock. 

Suddenly he stopped still and groaned, filling my mouth with hot, creamy, salty cum! I swallowed as fast as I could but some dribbled out of the corners of my mouth onto my chin. He pulled out of my mouth and wiped himself off on my face. Then he pulled up his shorts, and started to leave. 

Just then Jaye and Samuel returned from lunch.

"What's going on here?" She asked, giving me a questioning look as I knelt there, hoping she wouldn't notice the drying cum on my face.

The maintenance man told her that it was just some preventive maintenance on the plumbing. Jaye looked at me quizzically and ordered me to tip him $20. He took the money and leered at me, then left.

Beach – 

For our afternoon trip to the beach, Jaye had me wear one of her bikini bottoms for the walk through the public area. It was ridiculously small, only just going half over my hips with great effort. The back went into my ass crack like a thong, and my cock threatened to squeeze out at every step. I had to mince through the common pool and bar area. Jaye was wearing only a towel but actually looked modest. 

As soon as we hit the CO beach, she dropped the towel and made a show of undressing Samuel, making sure her face rubbed his Black cock in front of the onlookers. They told me to stay in the embarrassing bottom.

As they walked across the sand, arms around each other's waists and me mincing along behind them, my cock finally did squeeze out, making me look even more ridiculous. Jaye told me not to touch myself so I hadto walk in front of everyone that way. 

Samuel chose an area that was pretty populated, and told me to put down the gear, and Jaye to kneel with her hands behind her head, legs spread wide.

He then told me to oil her cunt and ass hole from the side so everyone could see. 

When I was done and shewas breathing heavily, he told me to assume the kneeling position and stay there. Then he told my wife to lay down and spread her legs while he started to finger her, slowly adding one finger after another and pushing deeper.

She was soon moaning and her legs quivering. Finally he had his whole hand in her, then fisted her as a crowd gathered. He kept up a slow rhythm for several minutes, which had the double effect of allowing her cunt to stretch to accommodate his fist while the crowd grew and closed in. Her body twisting and contorting, she humped his fist even deeper, squirting occasionally. 

Suddenly he stopped and withdrew slowly, leaving her there quivering. In front of the crowd, she begged for more, begged for it deeper, begged him to fill her hungry cunt. He did nothing, and she started begging the crowd, but the men seemed nervous about approaching her. She started to put her own hands in her cunt , but Samuel told me to hold them abover her head. SHe wailed, her legs and hips flailing.

Finally, a naked white woman – Marianne, again wearing her collar and with her heavy tits as bruised as Jaye's and striped with welts - knelt between Jaye's legs and tentatively slid several fingers into her as a test. Then she rubbed her hand over Jaye's sloppy cunt for lubrication and slid her hand in. Samuel's hand was larger so she met little resistance. When her hand was all the way in, she made a fist and slowly pistoned in and out. Jaye moaned. 

Confident now, Marianne pulled out almost all the way then pushed in. Again she pulled out, this time all the way clear, then punched in. Jaye was yelling now, begging for it harder and deeper, body squirming and twisting, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her stretched cunt gaping open at every withdrawal for the crowd to see and squirting hard at every punch in. Marianne punched in and out harder and harder. Suddenly, Jaye screamed and came so hard her body jackknifed around the fist in her cunt and she squirted like her bladder let go.

We let her lay there on the soaked towel, legs spread wide and quivering, cunt gaping and sloppy, as people passed by and stared, until she was recovered enough to close her legs and go back the room.

After a shower and nap, Samuel asked if she wanted more.

"B, come over here! My man wants me but my cunt is too sore. You did such a good job loosening my ass hole yesterday, get me relaxed so his Big Black Cock can slide right in without that nasty lube!"

She kept me at it for ½ hour, while she sucked his Black cock and balls hungrily, until my tongue was sliding into her ass with no resistance as far as it could extend. 

Jaye had me lay underneath her and suck her clit as Samuel fucked her ass, then I cleaned off his Black cock. By the time I was done, his load was leaking out of her ass and I licked that up. Jaye made sure I swallowed her ass cream.

They curled up together for a nap. I curled up on the sofa, remembering my first load of cum from the maintenance man.

After the nap, they went to dinner, once again leaving me behind. Other than bread and fruit for breakfast, the only thing I had had to eat all day was cum.

They had only been gone a few minutes when the door clicked open and in walked the maintenance man.I looked at him and dropped to my knees. He grinned, sat down, and told me to bring him a beer.  As I shuffled on my knees across the room to give it to him, he fished under his gut and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly and shaking it at me. Once again I couldn't take my eyes off it.  He took a long swig on his beer and looked at me. As at lunch, his expectation that I would service him tripped my head switches.

"Well?" Without hesitation I lowered my head into his crotch, again savoring the smell, and started sucking. This time the head trip was even better, and I totally gave myself to worshipping the rubbery hardness in my mouth.

He had me work up and down his shaft and bathe his balls. He even pushed his ass at me and I licked it,

too. But mainly he wanted a blow job and that was fine for me. After a while my jaw started to get stiff, but just when I thought I would have to quit, he tensed and flooded my mouth again. This time I swallowed it all. He wiped his Black cock on my face, stood up, put his cock away and said, 

"Ja forget somting? Like mebe ma tip?"

"So you won't tell anyone?"

"No, sose I come back!"

I scrambled on my knees to my wallet and handed him $20. He pocketed it with a leer and walked out, turning at the door and saying, "''Til next time!"

I found myself looking forward to it. Now I understood why Jaye's submissive side was turned on by Samuel – the sense of having no choice, the desire to be used, the humiliation, the desire to do it again and again.

When they got back from dinner, Jaye changed for the Z'club, wearing her cut down beach bib from last week and the short skirt and a thong. Then they left me.

Within minutes, my Man, as I had come to think of him, let himself in. I was on my knees as soon as I heard the door open.

"I seen ja lady and her man leave. Dey be gone long?" "Until well after midnight, probably." "Git on it!" 

This time was even better than before. I was floating in minutes and lost track of time and space until suddenly my Man groaned and pulled my head hard onto his Black cock, flooding the back of my throat with his creamy load. I really wanted it in my mouth, but the feeling was still wonderful and I gently sucked his cock as it softened.

He stood up, dressed, I got him his money and thanked him. As he was leaving, the maid came in, telling me she was there to put on fresh sheets so our Renti wouldn't have to sleep in a dirty bed. This time I stayed naked on my knees while she worked. When she was done, she sat in the chair my Man had used, pulled up her skirts and spread her thick thighs.

"Git on it, sissy boi!"

I lowered my head into her sweaty, hairy crotch and started licking. Soon she was moaning and humping her cunt against my face, holding my head there with one hand while she squeezed a large tit with the other. The smell and humiliation turned me on and I wanted to please her. Finally, she stiffened and came. I thanked her and gave her $20.

Jaye and Samuel returned about 1:30 am, Jaye's hair matted, her makeup in shambles, her bib covered with obvious stains. Her face was coated with dried cum – she looked like a day-old glazed donut. And she was glowing and giggling, obviously more than a little drunk.

She patted my head as I knelt in greeting.

"B, we had a wonderful night! Samuel is such a wonderful dancer and I love his hands all over me! And the way the other people look at us - so jealous! Poor dears! It sucks to be them! (giggle) Actually, I guess I'm the one who does the sucking! The club was full tonight, lots of people! And so many Jamaican men alone! What a shame! So Samuel gave me to anyone who wanted to dance with me! Too bad you couldn't see it! What a work out!"

She removed her top and looked at her tits.

"I think they're going to be black and blue tomorrow, and my crotch is as bruised as it was Tuesday from their slamming it with their Big Black Bulges!"

She rubbed her stained bib against my face. The smell of cum was unmistakable.

"And you know what else? Of course not – you weren't there! Anyway, after Samuel and I had danced awhile, some of the Black men started coming up and asking me to dance with them. I recognized some from the club and a few from the beach – I think I'm getting fans! (Giggle) Samuel told them they could, but to keep to the club rules – we didn't want to get thrown out again. So they took me to the back corner and we started. I felt like a fairy tale princess at a fancy ball, with everyone wanting to dance with me! Except my partners were all Black and muscled and hard, with magic fingers that managed to touch me everywhere in spite of my clothing, and hard bulges that rubbed on my belly and banged into my clit and pussy and ass when they bent me over! 

No, that's not right, is it? Good little wives have pussies and breasts, sluts and whores have cunts and tits and after last night I'm a slutty whore, aren't I hubby?

Anyway, there I was, a Princess – no, Queen or maybe a Goddess with my worshippers surrounding me and me letting them touch me and caress me as a reward!

At the end of the set there were more men around the table wanting to dance with me, and Samuel again told them they could have me.

By the end of the 4th set, my tits and nipples were aching and swollen, my bib was soaked with sweat and was transparent over my nipples, my thong was soaked and cunt juice was running down my legs, my skirt had a big wet spot, and my clit and cunt were so swollen and sore I was walking funny!" 

Her eyes were closed, her hips were swaying - she was obviously reliving the scene in her mind while she continued to rub my face with the bib.

"The men at the table were really pressuring Samuel to let them take me out back where the club rules aren't enforced – you remember that, don't you B? He kept saying "No" until they offered him $20 a dance. At that he looked at me and said I should go with them if I wanted to. I wasn't sure at first – your rules about not going alone, and all. But, you had given me to Samuel, so it was really his call and He would be there to protect me (she looked me in the eye), and in any case, if they had asked you, sweaty the way they were and with hard bulges, and you naked on your knees, you would have said "Yes" anyhow, wouldn't you? So off we went!

The moon wasn't as bright as last week but it still softly lit the open space around the picnic table.  The music was a little muted by distance and the trees, but the steel drum rhythms seemed to move through the ground. It gave the music and the scene an ethereal, magical quality."

"As you know from when you watched me suck Samuel the first time, no one enforces any silly rules out in the back and we were free to dance truly Jamaican! The men formed a group around me and one bare-chested man stepped forward. I reached up my arms but he removed my bib first. At the same time another came up behind me and pulled off my skirt and thong. There I was naked in the moonlight with all those men! The first man took me in his arms then and we began to dance a slow one. The feeling of my bare tits mashed against his sweaty bare chest and the roughness of his shorts grinding against my swollen clit while we danced was amazing! His hands felt so good on my tits and on my skin as they went down to my ass and cunt! Then he spun me around and bent me forward like you like Samuel to do to me and he ground into my ass! And you know what happened? Just like my tits pop out of my top when I rub them on Samuel, his Big Black Cock must have popped out of his pants because the next thing I knew I felt it poking at my cunt! Well, I knew your rule about condoms only so I wiggled my hips to get away from him, but you know, I was so wet that the wiggling only let him in deeper! I was worried about there being no condom, but then I remembered that you had given me to Samuel to do whatever he wanted with me, and anyway, if they had stood in front of you kneeling there naked and asked you, with their cocks hard in your face, you would have said yes anyway! Wouldn't you? So I just relaxed and pushed back until he was all the way in me! Besides, he'd paid $20 for me and that was a lot for just a dance."




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 11



"Do you know how fantastic Jamaican dancing is with a cock buried in you? Maybe you should try it!"

I moaned.

"I,I thought you didn't want to be a whore!"

"I don't want to be MADE to be a whore! But I was so horny and my Man (she looked at Samuel, who was reclining on the bed and stroking his Big Black Cock as he watched and listened) wanted me to, and you don't have a say anymore, so why not relax and enjoy it!"

"Oh! I'm forgetting myself! Samuel said I should bring you something!" 

She motioned me up and led me by my cock to the bed, lay down on her back and flipped up her skirt. 

There was something black stuffed in her cunt. She pulled my head down between her thighs and the smell of sex was overpowering. She pulled it out and I saw it was her thong. And it was dripping wet. She rubbed it all over my face.

"That's not your gift! I just used it to keep your gift inside me! Get your tongue down there and clean your whore's cunt!"

Samuel slid over and her head was in his lap. In between sucking his cock and moaning she continued her story:

"So there I was dancing in the moonlight with a beautiful Black Cock in me. I looked up and all the men were naked! One came up and shoved his Black cock into my mouth! I wrapped my arms around his tight butt for support and sucked while the one in back thrust into me! After a few minutes, the Black man in my cunt said he was going to cum, but Samuel was there to protect me (she paused and jerked my head up by my hair to look me in the eye) and told him – all of them - to cum on me, not in me. The Black man in my cunt pulled out and came all over my back and another took his place. Then the one in my mouth started to shake and came with such a big load it came out of my mouth and down onto the sand! Another Black cock pushed into my mouth. Somewhere in the middle of this second pair, I came and my legs gave out so they put me on my knees in the sand and they all fucked my mouth and throat, cumming in my mouth and on my face and tits and hair. 

I felt so bad, B! They had paid to dance and I couldn't. So it seemed the least I could do was let them use my mouth! I came three more times, once without even touching myself!"

"Very good, B! I'm almost there! Suck on my clit a little more! It hurts so good, keep going! I want to be cumming continuously when my Man fucks me again!"

"Finally, they paused. Samuel bent me over the picnic table like he tried on our first night and fucked my cunt for what seemed like forever! The other men were cheering him on, squeezing my tits, twisting my nipples and shoving fingers into my ass and mouth. It felt so good! And then I came hard and squirted all over the ground! I would have collapsed but they held me up until Samuel came - and came and came! Then they put me up on the table on my back and wanted to see his cream run out of me but Samuel told them that that was for my husband and stuffed my thong into my cunt to keep it there!  Then they all gathered around and jerked off on my face and tits one last time as a good bye!"

She was panting heavily now, her eyes unfocussed, a look of pain on her face, rapidly jerking Samuel's hard Black cock as my tongue brought her closer.

Suddenly she let out a scream and her body jerked and she squirted. I kept licking and now she was having an orgasm with each lick, her legs spasming.

She pushed my head away and Samuel mounted her, keeping it going – one thrust one orgasm – until she was weak and lay there limply. He rolled her on her belly, slid a pillow under her and pounded away until he came.

When she caught her breath I buried my face once again in her gooey crotch, happily swallowing another of Samuel's loads. When I was done she curled up with Samuel and sent me back to the couch. I lay there for a while, my thoughts shifting between Jaye dancing in the moonlight with a Black cock in her and the maintenance man coming in my mouth.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 12



Last Friday – Two Black Cock Sluts

I woke when Samuel called me over to the bed. Jaye had his Black cock down her throat and was drooling heavily.

"Get missy ready!"

I got down between her spread thighs, washing out her cunt with my tongue until the smell shifted to "Woman in Heat."

She was starting to moan regularly and her juices were flowing when she pushed me off and headed for the bathroom to pee, telling me to take over on Samuel's Black Cock and keep him hard.

As I crawled up to his crotch, he fixed me with a hard stare and grasped his cock at the base. That was all it took – I needed that Black cock in my mouth! I opened my mouth to suck it, but instead he slapped me in the face with it, back and forth. I stayed there on all fours, my mouth open, then he grabbed my head and brought it down onto himself. I started bobbing my head up and down on it, going faster as the desire in me built.

But he slowed me down, told me to take my time. I held his Black cock to his belly and licked the shaft down to his balls and back up, then repeated. On the third trip I stopped at his balls and tried to suck them, but they were too big for my mouth and I had to do one at a time. Then back up his shaft to the tip and slide it into my mouth as deep as I could take it. There was something calming about this routine and his soft words of encouragement and I found my entire being focused on the cock in my mouth. I had totally slipped into subspace and didn't care if I ever came back. 

All too soon, I felt Jaye pull my head off that beautiful Black torpedo.

"You are supposed to get me ready, cocksucker!"

Reluctantly, I resumed my duties at her cunt and ass while she gobbled the Black cock that had become the center of my existence. I felt empty and abandoned and realized how Jaye had felt all week whenever there wasn't a cock inside her.

I kept sucking and licking until her Big Bang hit, then she pushed me away and mounted Samuel in a reverse cowgirl facing the open windows. In this position, anyone passing by on that side of the building could have a great view of her cumming, her tits flopping. She told me to kneel in front of her, and lick her clit as she bounced and shook. I had just swirled my tongue around it and his Black cock going in and out of her when I got a squirt in my mouth, so I stayed there, mouth open while a series of squirts flooded my face.

Samuel moved her to doggie position and stroked into her, matching his tempo to her waning orgasms. When she was done, he rolled her onto her back and fucked her at an even speed for 5 minutes, while she begged him to cum in her and screamed when he did. 

On my knees at the side of the bed, her squirt juice running down my face, I tried to process what had happened to me. Nothing had ever affected me like these Black cocks. Was I really gay? 

I was pulled out of my reverie by Jaye pushing Samuel's cum-slimed cock between my lips. I licked and sucked like it was my mother's nipple, happy to have it in my mouth once more, wanting the feeling back.

All too soon he pulled out and by that time his load had made its way to Jaye's cunt lips. Well, maybe I was only Bi, because as I buried my face in my wife's used cunt I had an overwhelming desire to fuck her and my hard on backed me up. However she wouldn't let me enter her, telling me to kneel there and jerk off but not cum.

Breakfast was room service again, with me naked on my knees jerking off in the presence of a different Black waiter. He said the staff was talking about how Andre had taken pictures and asked if he could take some. Jaye told him to go ahead. She posed me kneeling, legs spread, hands behind my head, my cock shriveled in shame, then had him take a few of me sucking Samuel, then a few more of both she and I licking his Black cock together, and finally several of her feeding his Black cock into my mouth while she kissed him and showed off her rings (tough to pose, but they did it).

When the waiter was done, Jaye had me tip him $40 – $20 for bringing breakfast and $20 for taking the pictures.

While this was going on the maid came in. Samuel told her to stay and do what she had to do. He and Jaye headed off to the shower and as they giggled and splashed, I caught her eye a few times and she was sneering at me.

Again they went off to lunch together, leaving me naked and alone in the room. 

I grabbed a beer, set it on the coffee table and got on my knees in the center of the room, waiting expectantly. Sure enough, within minutes of the departure of my wife and her Black Master (I now had the right words), the door clicked open and there was my Man.

He had me get his Black cock out and hurry – he had calls to make.

He had been fucking my mouth for several minutes and I was drooling uncontrollably, my hands on his butt cheeks pulling him into me when suddenly I heard Jaye exclaim "What's going on here?"

She and Samuel were standing in the open doorway taking in the sight of me naked on my knees avidly sucking the Black cock while its owner's belly hung over my head. Instinctively I pulled off the Black cock and looked ashamedly at them. They came in and walked around the two of us. 

"So this is what you do when we leave you alone! Don't let us stop you!"

"Teachin him to serve the Black man proper!" said the maintenance man, grinning at them.

"Git on wit it den! He need de practice." said Samuel.

Jaye came over and grasped his dripping cock with her left hand so that I could see her rings and fed it into my mouth, pushing my head onto it with her other hand.

"I thought you were just doing it for the adventure! Maybe it's really your thing?"

I cringed at the contempt in her voice, but the influence of the cock in my mouth was too strong and I lost myself to it again, only dimly aware that my wife and her lover were sitting on the sofa watching us while she stroked his Black Cock with one hand and jerked off her clit with the other.

Time seemed to stand still and then I felt his Black cock seem to swell even more in my mouth and he grabbed my head and face-fucked me furiously. I concentrated on keeping my mouth soft on that marvelous cock. Suddenly he stopped still and groaned, filling my mouth once again to over-flowing. Jaye and Samuel heard the groan and she came over and scooped up the cum on my chin and fed it into my mouth.

When he had recovered some, he pulled up his shorts, thanked Samuel and started to leave. Jaye asked him to wait and ordered me to tip him $20. He took the money and leered at me then left.

As soon as the door shut, Jaye stripped off her dress and the two moved up to the bed.

"Fuck me Samuel! Any way you want, I need a real man's hard cock inside me!" 

As they fucked, I just knelt there until they were done and called me over to clean them.

That afternoon they made me wear a towel for the walk through the public area – normal looking but I was naked underneath it. Jaye was dressed the same. She had wanted me to wear her dancing skirt but Samuel thought that was a little too much. On the way out at the beach, she made a point of stopping at the gift shop and picking out hoop earrings, making sure the clerk heard her talk about piercing my ears later that evening.

At the beach, Samuel trolled his naked white wife trophy and her naked husband through a crowded area but moved on to a quieter one with no views from the resort. Jaye, of course, was smiling and flirting, waving to her fans.

Setting up, I oiled both of them. Several folks had followed us in expectation and were watching the show.

As I got to Samuel's crotch, Jaye said in a loud voice,

"Do his Black cock too, cuckie!"

Several cat-calls came from the crowd.

When I was done, Jaye gave Samuel a body massage, then he told her to lay down and started on her. As her legs raised and his fingers slid into her cunt, they closed in for a better view.

She raised her head and told me in a loud voice to suck Samuel. I hesitated, but the crowd closed in even more. Marianne appeared and knelt down, her full, bruised, pear-shaped tits swaying, and guided my head to Samuel's Black cock. When I was 6" from it, all resistance faded. My mouth started watering and it was all I could see. On a whim, I put my hands behind my back, only using my lips and mouth, and started gobbling as the crowd began to chant "Suck it!"

Jaye was getting more aroused and moaning loudly as Samuel now had three long Black fingers in her cunt and was working them steadily, her knees splayed as wide as they would go.

I looked up at one point to see her face contorted and her head rolling from side to side, her hands twisting her bruised tits and nipples viciously. I also saw that several white women were being openly fingered by their Black escorts. Marianne and two or three others were on their knees sucking Black cock. Kevin was on his knees beside her and looked like he was waiting his turn. The object of their attention was yet a different Black man who was holding leashes attached to both their dog collars 

A few more minutes and Jaye told me to shift. She started sucking Samuel and squatted over my face to keep me licking her. 

Eventually, Jaye came with a shout and a squirt into my face. The crowd cheered. Once she calmed down we went back to the room, where Samuel fucked her into a Big Bang.

After a nap, they went to dinner, once again leaving me behind and hoping for my meal of cum.

They had only been gone minutes when the door clicked open and in walked my Man. I was waiting on my knees. He grinned, sat down, pulled out his cock and started stroking it, and told me to get going. 

Without hesitation I lowered my head and started sucking. Since Jaye already knew, the resort staff already knew, and a good number of the resort guests now knew, I didn't have to worry about being caught and totally lost myself on the rubbery hardness in my mouth.

He had me work up and down his shaft and bathe his balls. He pushed his ass at me and this time I licked it enthusiastically, running my tongue around the rim and even pushing it into his puckered whole. But as before he wanted a blow job. After a while, he tensed and flooded my mouth again. This time I swallowed it all. He wiped his Black cock on my face, stood up, put it away and said, 

"Clean out ja man-pussy for tonight!"

I scrambled on my knees to my wallet and handed him his $20 and he left. 

Samuel and Jaye came back from dinner and Jaye announced they were going to the club down by the port – alone.

I asked her why there.

"Tomorrow night we are staying in so this is my last chance to whore before we go home. And you've been telling me to go with the adventure! Besides, this is Friday night and there are two cruise ships in town!"

She showered, douched and flushed out her ass, then had me shave her cunt smooth and lube her anus. Hoop ear rings, short skirt with panties ("More material for wiping up," she pointed out), triangle top, ankle bracelet, high heel sandals and heavy make-up and eye liner completed her outfit.

After they left, I rushed into the bathroom for an enema. When everything was clean, I lubed my virgin hole heavily to where I could get two fingers in.

I was barely done when the door opened and in came the maintenance man – and another Black man! Immediately I dropped to my knees.

"We off shift an ja wife and her man look they be gone awhile, so we doan gotta rush! Watch dis Leon!"

He fished his Black cock out of his shorts and rubbed it in my face. I immediately opened my mouth and started to suck it.

"Real slut huh?"

He pulled out of my mouth and told me to get them beers. I scampered on my knees to get them, and by the time I arrived at the couch they were both naked and stroking their cocks.

"Git started boi! Don't rush and make sure no teeth!"

I started sucking him, slowly, lovingly, quickly drifting into subspace. I loved his Black cock and his big belly and especially his attitude. He was my Man. When he was mostly hard he told me to suck Leon. 

For the next ½ hour I alternated between them, then my Man grabbed my head and started to face fuck me faster and faster. Finally, with a groan he unloaded into my eager mouth. Whether from hunger or lust, it was the best thing I ever tasted.

Immediately, Leon pulled me over and started the same action until he unloaded. I savored the taste of his cream, too.

They demanded another beer and sat and watched a soccer game while I licked and sucked their balls and assholes.

The maid came by to put on new sheets, but my Man told her to come back around midnight.

Then we started Round #2. My knees were hurting and I asked if I could serve them on the bed. While I sucked my Man back to hardness, Leon twisted my nipples and shoved a finger in my ass. I yelped in surprise.

"Ja all liked dat dint ja!" Not really, but I felt like I would put up with almost anything just to keep a cock in my mouth.

Leon discovered the lube and I felt a wet pressure on my ass hole. He went around in circles and I felt my sphincter relax. It was feeling good now and when a finger invaded I pushed back, enjoying the new sensations as he massaged my sphincter from the inside. Soon his whole finger was in, then two, then three. I was moaning around the beautiful Black cock in my mouth. This was a replay of what we had been doing to Jaye, but now I was the bitch in heat.

Then I felt a blunt pressure at my ass. Harder. The reality of what was going to happen hit me and I panicked for a second. I tried to move away but my Man kept me attached to his cock. I could feel my ass relaxing and tightening, and Leon timed his penetration to the relaxed periods - Pressure, release, pressure, release. Then he pushed hard. I opened my mouth to protest but my Man pulled my head way down on his Black cock, forcing it into my throat. I couldn't breathe and my body bucked which resulted in the Black cock in my ass bottoming out in one stroke.

My Man let me up for air and to process the feelings, then he and Leon established a rhythm. I had never felt anything like this and wanted to float but with my last piece of sanity I begged for them to use condoms in my ass. Leon did, adding more lube, and pushed in with no resistance.

From that point on I was in la la land. Leon came first. (My Man was well over 40 and had already cum in me three times today). He pulled out, removed the condom and stuck his Black cock into my mouth as my Man shifted around, rolled on a condom, and sank his tool into my stretched hole.

It felt so good to feel him enter me. The nervous virgin was gone. I knew my role now and welcomed him in, groaning around the Black cock in my mouth, and pushed back. At the end of each stroke I could feel his belly on my ass. When he finally came he collapsed over me and it felt like his bulk was enveloping me, that I was his and taken care of.

They continued the Round Robin until after midnight when the maid showed up, then got dressed to leave. My Man paused.

"Well?" 

I scooted over and got out $20 for each. My Man gave me a hard stare.

"We each cum in ja mouth twice and in ja ass twice. Mouth be $20. Ass be $40. But since ja a sissy, we call it pussy rate - $30. Dat be $100 each!" "I, I, don't have that much cash!" 

My Man pointed out that there was a cash machine near the pool bar. I started to reach for my clothes but he stopped me. I begged them not to make me go out there naked. Leon found Jaye's cut off knit skirt and cum-stained bib and tossed them to me. He also found Jaye's lipstick and did my lips heavily. Then my Man produced some electrician's tape from his tool bag and tightly bound my balls and cock. The result pushed up the short skirt in front as if I had a hard on. (Which I did) Then he slipped one of my belts around my neck like a leash, handed me my money card and said,

"Let's go!"

As we made our way to the pool bar in the moonlight, I was terrified that someone might see me. And yet I was excited and hoped someone would – that my submission to this large Black man would be seen. My cock and balls were throbbing from the constriction and arousal.

But at that time of night whatever partying was going on had moved into the club disco and there were only a few drunks left in the pool bar. We skirted the edge trying to stay in the shadows. I got the money without seemingly being noticed and we headed back. At the edge of the bar area, my Man stopped, removed the leash from around my neck and cinched it around my bound balls. The skirt now did nothing to hide my package so they had me take it off. He then paraded me back to the cabana, jerking on the leash every few steps. This time we did pass two white couples who stared at the naked white man being led by the balls by two Black men. Humiliated at first, I actually felt proud they had seen me. Back at the cabana, I got back on my knees and was told to kiss their cocks and assholes in thanks before they left.

The maid had made up the room while we were gone and was waiting for her "lick" when we got back. After the men left, she got on the sofa and hoisted her skirt and once again I found myself submerged in the smell of her hairy cunt. This time she also had me rim her. At the end, I paid her $20 and kissed her ass hole as I had the men. 

Samuel and Jaye got back about 2 am. Jaye hadn't really had a chance to whore: the cruise ship crowd was mostly white and brought their own women, and the Black men could get all the white pussy they wanted for free. Under Samuel's watchful presence, she even tried street walking but only managed to attract one customer for a quick blow job in an alley.

"By the way, you owe Samuel $120 for the room and condoms. I didn't earn enough to pay him back and had to give the manager a freebie."

She had me lick and suck her to a Big Bang and then Samuel fucked her while I jerked off.

After cleaning them both I went to sleep on the couch, dreaming of my evening as a Black Cock Slut.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 13



Saturday - Last Day.

I woke up to see them fucking – or, more accurately, making love. My wife's eyes were closed and her body was moving in smooth rhythm to Samuel's gentle penetration. He lowered his head and their lips and tongues met as her hands roamed over his body. Although aroused, she didn't seem to be moving toward orgasm – no need to, that's what my mouth was there for. She was just receiving her lover and enjoying him while giving as much pleasure as she could.

For his part, Samuel wasn't trying to stretch things out, nor trying to get her off. He was just enjoying himself and her.

They kept up their unhurried rhythm for several minutes and then he groaned and started to speed up. Jaye wrapped her legs around his muscled thighs and urged him to cum in her.

Finally he groaned again and stiffened which brought Jaye to a small orgasm, and she used her legs to pull him deeper into her and hold him there until he was done shooting into her.

They lay together and slowly recovered, stroking each other and sighing, then she shifted down and sucked him clean.

When he went to the bathroom, she waved me between her legs to clean the cum running down her crack.

"Go gently and don't hurry." 

I took my time, starting with the cum around her ass hole and working my way up to her cunt, then going as deep as I could with my tongue. She sighed softly at first then started moaning as I brought her to her Big Bang.

Breakfast was room service again. Jaye kept sucking Samuel while Andre delivered it. She had me suck Andre until he dumped his load in my mouth and then tip him $20.

Then Samuel left, telling us to be ready at 8 PM for a goodbye party.

Once he was gone, Jaye had me come up on the bed. She started stroking my cock and asked if I was enjoying my adventure. 

"No, I don't like being a servant, and I don't like the way you are treating me. It's like you have lost all respect for me. For over 20 years I've been the dominant - being in the lead is part of my personality and necessary for the way I earn my lining. I now know I have a submissive streak, but it's mostly centered on seeing you having sex and enjoying it (Not totally true). I'll prep and clean you – both of you - but I don't like being excluded and belittled. And what's this crap about you belonging to him? I don't like being replaced as your "Man," even if it's just for a few days! It doesn't trigger any of my submissive switches – just pisses me off. (Not the full truth) I'll play it out while we are here, but don't expect to carry it over when we leave or we will have problems." (I didn't mention humiliation at the hands of Dominant Black Men and what that did for me.)

She responded with a deep sigh,

"Thank God! I was afraid you were really into it, and I was afraid of what was going to happen when we left! I need my real man to be a real man!"

"Then why the denial and humiliation stuff?"

"Like everything we have experienced here, multiple things: First, anger and resentment that you wanted other men to fuck me. I know you set it up to look like each step was my decision, but I knew you wanted it and weren't stopping it, particularly Tuesday night, and that was the final decider in each case. 

Except for the games at the beach – those really were my idea as I felt more freedom and confidence. 

But, I couldn't understand why you would want your wife to be fucked by others and pay them to do it. You are supposed to protect and treasure me. I still don't understand, fully, but I have to admit that it is fun. But I was and am angry, too.

Second, just as Samuel wanted to push me when he heard about my whore fantasy, I wanted to see just how far you would go – how much a part of you was this submissive, cocksucking B. 

Third, it was interesting to take the dominant role. Again, a fun experiment, but not something I want as a lifestyle – I prefer you in charge, or at worst 50/50. 

Finally, truth be told, we are leaving soon and I just wanted as much of Samuel and his cock as I could get. But I don't want a sissy doormat as a life partner!"

"So, what now?"

"Like Samuel said, balance is the key. I'm an exhibitionist, you are a voyeur. So far a good match. Apparently I'm also a shameless slut who craves to be publicly debased, and you get off on setting it up and letting the world know it. Still a match. And I also like being in charge now and then. You like being submissive now and then. We have to work on the limits there. 

But you are still my husband and protector, not my servant. The last couple of days has been testing your limits as you tested mine. You haven't lost my respect and won't if you stay as you've always been. OK?"

And with that she started sucking my cock. When it was hard, I rolled her on her back and for the first time in three days slid into her wet cunt, starting the rhythm I had learned from watching Samuel fuck her so that I could last longer and bring her closer.

As we built up, she rolled over on top and whispered to me as she worked her hips down onto my cock,

"There were some things you liked about the last couple of days, weren't there?"

"Yeah, I have to admit."

"Sucking cock is wonderful, isn't it?"

"Yes!" I groaned.

"And you like the taste of cum, don't you?"

"Yes!" I groaned again.

"And we haven't finished our adventure here yet, have we, my cum eating cocksucker?"

She was milking my cock with her cunt muscles and making her tiny tits bounce.

"No!"

"B. I'm not going to cum now. I want to feel you shoot into me, because you are my man. And then you are going to clean my cunt and lick my sensitive clit to another Big Bang so you can hear me scream!"

We were back together . Afterwards, we cuddled and talked about what we had learned about ourselves in the last two weeks.

Our mutual love of her exhibiting herself was of course high on the list. 

Another was that she liked being taken and used. Gag-fucking took her to a special,submissive, slutty place and started her juicies flowing.

Our "traditional" routine of me eating her to Big Bang and then mounting her was OK, but she wanted to reverse it more often. Besides the timing aspect, it was erotic to know I was sucking cum out of her cunt.

A deeper and unsettling insight was the effect that certain men had on her psychologically: Samuel, and a few of the others, projected a sense of power and threat that reduced her to a puddle of cunt juice with no will of her own. She felt she would do anything demanded when she was in their presence and that worried her. Prior to Jamaica, she had encountered men who had disturbed her but she didn't know why and was able to set up a defensive wall of herself as a married house wife/mother. After the last week she was worried that, when faced by such men again and knowing what would happen, she would willingly submit. 

That was another reason she wanted me strong and in charge. Just thinking about the way Samuel looked at her made her cunt ache and twitch. She needed to know that I would protect her from them – and herself. Sometimes.

I assured her I would, even if I had to put a dog collar on her and lead her around. She snuggled in and purred, 

"That sounds like fun! Any time you want!"

"Since we are talking, what about you and the girls – the Wife and Marianne?" 

She didn't really know – girls didn't interest her sexually, but tit-rubbimg and making out with the Wife just sort of seemed the natural thing to do at the time. 

As to Marianne fisting her, she was so far gone in lust that she wasn't aware who had finished her off until we told her.

Then she looked at me seriously and asked me about my cock sucking. She had thought I was doing it as part of the adventure and felt it was actually kind of hot, but when they had come back from lunch to find me sucking the maintenance man and eagerly taking his load, she had been shocked and worried.  I explained that I had fallen into sucking Samuel and the waiters as she said – part of the game. It wasn't gross and kept me involved and excited my sub feelings, but wasn't a real part of me. 

But then, the maintenance guy had walked in and taken complete control of me. Something snapped in my head. Then he shoved his Black cock in my face and I had to suck it, not just because he told me to but because something deep inside me forced me.

I admitted that he had been back several times since and I serviced him with my mouth and the final time with my ass as well (That upset her, but she told me to go on). It seemed so natural to have his cock in me and I was so happy when he would cum, then sad because he was done. . "Seeing all the other cocks we have for the past two weeks had no effect on me, no desire. Even Samuel only triggered this reaction once – any other time I sucked him or the waiters was just part of the adventure. Pleasant, but part of the game. 

But this guy was different. If he walked in here now and pointed his cock at me I'm not sure I wouldn't drop to my knees and suck it. I still prefer girls, but stick a Black cock in my face and ...."

"Sounds like we have some traits in common. But no more taking it in the ass and,like you told me, no secrets. So, you protect me from myself and I'll protect you from yourself. 

Only, don't protect me until we get home. 

Anyhow, we probably won't ever do this again. (Something about her tone made me sad.) 

Why don't you get dressed and take me to lunch? That way you won't be here when the maintenance man comes back." 

I slipped on shorts and a T-shirt and Jaye grabbed a T-shirt and dance skirt – no underwear - and we went for the best snapper sandwich I've ever had.

Last Evening

For our last night in Jamaica, I gathered in some food and booze for a final fling with Samuel. He'd been gone all afternoon, and when he came home at 8, he had a friend with him! Jamal!

He gave a quick smile. "It be a surprise. Play along, Mon – ja both will enjoy."

Jaye came out of the bathroom gorgeously naked: she had had her dirty blond hair done in cornrows that afternoon and had had her cunt waxed. Her cunt lips glistened, but I wasn't sure if it was from expectation or lube. Topping off her self-described "Black Cock Whore" look were the large hoop earrings, heavy eye makeup, lipstick, ankle bracelet, and the high-heeled sandals. 

She was stunned for a moment to see Jamal, the bood draining from her face. But it was a testimony tohow much she had changed in our two weeks in Jamaica that she only paused a second.  She just melted into Samuel's arms and gave him a deep French kiss, grinding her mound into his crotch. Then Samuel gently guided Jaye to Jamal and she gave him a kiss and crotch grind also.

As I've said, Jamal was a big man – about 6'3" – early thirties, well-muscled. Bearded, he was shirtless yet had on one of those knit caps the Jamaican's wear to cover his dreads. His presence filled the room. It was obvious that the Master was in the house. I just stood there.

Realization of what his being there meant and what was about to happen hit Jaye. She looked at me for guidance and I nodded my head.

Samuel spoke up. "Jus relax. Like da song say "Evry ting gonna be all right!" Ya'll like it jus fine and we send ja home wid memories of real Jamaica!"  Jamal grinned,

"Samuel tole me lots about ya missy. An' seems it all be true. Ja come along real good." 

She smiled and visibly relaxed.

He stared appreciatively then told her to turn around, keeping her hands at her sides. He wanted to inspect her close up. When she had completed her pirouette, he hefted her tits.

"Small but nice1"

He thumbed her nipples and she closed her eyes and moaned gently, arching her chest toward him.

"Nice big nipples. Pretty."

Then he took a nipple in each hand and gently tugged and twisted. Jaye moaned louder and bit her lip.

"Sensitive, too." 

"Open ja legs!"

He slid one of his large hands between her legs and ran his long fingers over her labia. Then he unceremoniously shoved two fingers into her cunt.

"Aagh!"

In her spread half crouch I could see her clit already sticking out. He did too, and pressed it between his thumb and forefinger. Jaye let out another cry and her legs quivered but she held her position and kept her eyes closed, biting her lip even harder.

"Already juicy and dat big clitty askin to be banged. She a right slut, Samuel, I tole ja she be a good one!"

With that he walked behind her and told her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks. When she had done so, he wet his finger in his mouth and probed her anus. More moans but again she held position.

"Already lubed!"

He told her to stand up and stuck his probe finger in her mouth. "Clean it off!' She sucked like it was her favorite ice cream.

This was all so erotic and pushing so many buttons in my head I wasn't even hard – just awestruck at his control over my wife and the situation.

"Why doan we get acquainted? Get us some drinks, boi!" 

He took her by the hand and sat down on the sofa. Samuel sat on her other side. 

Jamal turned her head toward him and kissed her – long and wet – and she returned it enthusiastically. At the same time, he parted her thighs and started massaging her cunt. 

Samuel started massaging one tit and sucking on the other nipple. Jaye put each of her thighs over one of theirs, opening her cunt completely. From my position across from them I could see the wetness glimmering and that her labia were puffing up, her clit starting to emerge even more. She also started to massage their growing bulges through their pants.

I brought their drinks and Samuel pulled out makings and rolled some joints then lit one each for Jamal and himself. Jamal sucked on his joint and offered it to Jaye.  She surprised me by taking a long drag on it – neither of us smoke – and then started coughing. That made the guys laugh and Jamal tilted a glass of rum down her throat.

Jamal resumed the kissing, sucking on her lower lip, and they both were using their hands on her cunt. This went on for several minutes. Jaye was moaning steadily and her hips squirming.

Finally, Jamal broke a long kiss. Jaye was panting, her chest heaving.

"Samuel tell me lots about ja. He say ja like to suck Black cock. Dat right?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Git on it!"

And with that he pushed her down to her knees on the floor in front of him. She immediately pulled down his pajama pants and shorts, revealing a flaccid cock that was longer and thicker than mine when I am hard. I had seen it at the beach from close range, but here in the cabana I saw how big it really was. 

Jaye grabbed his cock in both hands and there was still almost 3 inches left for her to suck. She slid back the foreskin and started, first working the head lightly then all of the head into her mouth, then working the shaft. As he started to grow hard, (he didn't get longer, just thicker and stiffer) he pushed her hands off his cock and pulled her head farther and farther onto it. 

At one point she gagged and he released her head but as soon as she got some air she dove back on it, going as deep as she could, trying to deep throat the Black sausage, its girth stretching her mouth. Again and again he pulled her head deeper down on his cock, holding it there a little longer each time as she gagged, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held her like that until she started convulsing and her eyes rolled up. Then he pulled her off, tears and make up running down her face and long streams of pre-cum and saliva hanging from her mouth, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her back up to the sofa.

He grabbed his stiff cock, and told her to straddle him. Jaye eased herself down onto his thick sausage. As she got the head into her cunt, (Oh, gawd,! He's big!") he let go of his cock and started to play with her nipples, lifting and twisting her tits with them. Her eyes were clenched shut and she was moaning, but she reached down and guided his cock deeper into her. She worked it slowly, adjusting to its girth, and had it about half way in when he nodded to Samuel, who took her by the shoulders and pushed her all the way down.

"Garghowww!" It was a noise that was part pain, part surprise and part orgasm.

Jamal gave her a minute to catch her breath then told her to start moving, yanking up on her nipples until she raised up a few inches, then down to bring her all the way down again. She got the idea and placed her hands on his shoulders and started bouncing.

"It feels like he's coming out my throat!"

As she became accustomed to his girth and length, Jaye started working her hips,finding the best angle and speed. Jamal grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted and dropped her, each drop bringing out another yelp. But she didn't slow or ask to stop. 

Samuel got up on the back of the couch and stuck his cock in her face. She grabbed it without hesitation and started to suck it.

After a few minutes, Jamal told her to get off and turn around, then he pulled her down in a reverse cowgirl. He ordered me to kneel in front of them. From that position I could see his sausage pumping in and out of her, her cunt lips stretched obscenely. It looked as if her cunt was being pulled inside out on each stroke. He told her to speed it up and she started bouncing up and down, her small tits flopping, thick Black cock going in and out. Jamal told me to lick her clit and his cock as it went in and out. 

After some more time, Jamal came, and Jaye as werll, squirting a stream into my mouth. Cum spurted out of her stretched cunt and Jamal had me lick it up, then lay on the floor. 

Samuel lifted Jaye off him and had her squat over my face. Big gobs of Jamal's cum from his huge load streamed into my mouth as I cleaned her up.

Then Samuel took her to the bed where she sucked his cock like no tomorrow while Jamal had me clean him off.  Once I got him hard again, he got on the bed and spread his legs. Jaye shifted from Samuel to Jamal's cock and Samuel started to fuck her doggie style.

As she grunteds and moaned, tits flopping, Jamal grabbed her nipples. Her motion caused them to stretch and she groaned.

Samuel came and she let go of Jamal to clean him while I cleaned her again.

Then she grabbed Jamal's Black cock in both hands and jammed it down her throat, gagging hard.  After a few minutes, Jamal removed his cock from her mouth and told her to suck his balls, shifting himself up over her head.

Samuel was still recovering, which left her cunt empty. She slipped one hand down and pushed two fingers in, moaning louder. Samuel grabbed her hand away.

"Not so quick, missy." He shoved two fingers into her ass and jerked off her distended clit with his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and moved her hands up to Jamal's hips.

Jamal shifted again so that his asshole was over her mouth. 

"Lick it white bitch!" She did with abandon.

"Now stick ja tongue in!" 

From where I was at her crotch I had a perfect view as, without a pause, she stuck her tongue into his ass as far as she could, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him closer. This was driving me crazy and I watched as Samuel pushed a third finger into her ass.

Her moans got louder and faster and her body started to squirm and then she came!

From tongue fucking a Black ass and being finger fucked in her own ass!

As she caught her breath from the orgasm Jamal stuck his Big Black Cock back into her mouth again.

Samuel had stopped pumping into her ass when she came. Now he positioned himself between her legs and started rubbing his purple cockhead up and down her wet puffy cunt lips, and around her clit. Sensitive from her third orgasm, she started mewling and twisting her hips away.

Jamal's response to her feeble protest was to shove his big Black cock deep into her throat, gagging her. Samuel grabbed her hips and slid home.




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 13



I started to move forward and say something, but Jamal let her up for air and she waved me off.

"Sokay B.! Sokay" (The LOOK) 

Then Jamal started to throat fuck her again and as Samuel started to pick up his rhythm in her cunt, all she did was gurgle and quiver for the next 10 minutes, during which she had another orgasm which neither Black man took note of.

Jamal kept gag-fucking her and Samuel pounded away at varying tempos until, with a groan, Jamal unloaded in her throat and Samuel in her cunt.

Jaye's face turned red, her eyes bugged open. Gagging and choking even as she tried to swallow, cum came out of her mouth and even her nose. The spasm also caused Samuel's cum to shoot out her cunt.

I was afraid she would drown, his load was so massive and thick. She gagged again even harder and coughed, Jamal's cum and vomit spewing out, running down her face. He pulled back and let her breathe then, and told me to get a rag and wipe her off.

I took the opportunity to ask if she was all right. Between tearful sobs, from somewhere far away she mustered up a weak, 

"Yes, I'm fine." 

They broke for an hour for some drinks and pot, while I cleaned her again. Once Jaye recovered, they tried her on the pot again but wound up giving her more to drink. After a while they had both of us suck them.

Then Samuel pushed her to her hands and knees, and again sank his cock into her from behind. Setting up a slow but increasing tempo, he fucked her relentlessly. After a while her arms collapsed and she lay with her face in the sheets, gasping and mewing, her little tits flapping with each thrust, her hands clutching the sheets.

After a while (they had each cum several times in a short period) Jamal told him to wait a minute, then lay on his back, amazingly hard again, pulling Jaye on top of him. She was exhausted. Samuel motioned me to help him lift her up, then had me lube Jamal's Black Cock and guide it into the opening of my wife's now-sloppy cunt. I could barely get my hand around it. As soon as we let go, her body fell and impaled her to the hilt on that thick cock.

"OOOwff!" came out of her mouth and she slumped forward onto Jamal's chest.  He wrapped his big arms around her – partially comforting, partially pinning her.

"Ja was right Samuel, she a fine white whore! Almost a shame to wreck her tonight! Ja ready to be wrecked missy?"

Jaye babbled something incoherent. Jamal grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, turning it to face me.

"Say it so ja boi can hear ja!"

And then my wife of 21 years said in a loud, clear voice, "Yes! Please wreck me! Do anything you want to me!"

"Tell ja boi ta get ja some lube. Ja gonna need it."

Jaye gasped "B get Jamal the lube!" Not a hesitation, not a question. A demand. I brought it to him. He sneered at me and told me to lube her asshole and use a lot, as he casually tweaked her swollen nipples.

"Oh yessss!" Jaye moaned as she felt the first touch of lube, and tried to raise her butt to give me access to her anus.

"Keep putting on the lube boi. Work a couple fingers in. Ja need to make her ready for Jamal's Big Black Cock!" cheered Samuel.

Dutifully, I slid one finger into her and she moaned again.

Jaye was moaning steadily now as I worked a second finger in, then a third, feeling the hardness of Jamal's Big Black Cock in her cunt through the membrane.

Jamal started to work his cock in and out of her cunt from below, and I timed my three fingered fucking of her ass to his motions. I had used a ¼ bottle of lube and, as stretched as her ass was, my fingers were sliding in and out without resistance.

Samuel pushed me away, got between their legs and positioned his cockhead at her anus for the second time. With an evil grin at me, he said,

"Ah hopes ja lubed her real good. If not ja gonna need a wheel chair at de airport tomorrow. Missy (The Wife) did!"

With that, he leaned forward and slowly pushed his cock head into her well-lubed ass. Jaye let out a long wail.

"Oh! Noooo! Please! No! Not both of you at once! You guys are too big!"

Jamal started a slow fucking of her cunt, while Samuel alternated strokes into her ass. From my position at the foot of the bed I could see the Black Cocks alternate in and out, pulling her labia out on the outstroke, then in, and what looked like her ass hole being pulled out, trying to hang onto Samuel's cock as he withdrew.

"Owww! Aargh!"

This went on for some time. The obscene Oreo sandwich heaved and writhed. 

Jaye was moaning, crying uncontrollably and begging for them to stop one minute and for more cock the next, though most of it was babble. Somewhere in there she also came again.

They paused for a moment and changed Jaye's position: Samuel and I picked her up off of Jamal's stiff cock, and turned her around so that her back was to him.  They had me hold Jamal's cock and ease it into my wife's stretched ass hole. Even so, Jamal's Black cock was so thick she let out a scream and grunt as his Black cockhead pushed its way into her bowel.

"Gawd, you're too big!! You're tearing me apart!" she screamed.

Jamal's response was to buck his hips, ramming deeper into her. She screamed again. I started to move to her defense but Samuel stopped me,

"It be all right in a minute!"

Once he hit bottom, we laid her back on his chest and spread her legs, letting her adjust. The sight of that thick Black cock stretching her ass hole so much stunned me.  I couldn't understand why she didn't rip - and was afraid she would.

Now Samuel got between their legs and pushed his cock, fresh from her ass, into her equally stretched cunt. Her clit was standing out like a small cock and every stroke into ass or cunt caused the labia to massage it like a glory hole hand job. Plus, Samuel's pelvis was banging it on every down stroke.

He paused for a moment, withdrew and then went all the way in in one, long, slow, inexorable stroke. Jaye screamed as he hit bottom.

And then their machine started again, slowly until they got their rhythm, then faster.

Jaye had reached the point where she was having an orgasm and squirting with each stroke. She was no longer moaning or egging them on, she was trying to hang onto consciousness, cryinggrunting and screaming like an animal in painful heat.

I thought she was the most beautiful I had ever seen her. Face gaunt, eyes unfocussed, eyelids drooping except when one of them rammed into her hard – then they snapped open and her eyeballs would roll up showing only her whites.

Her chest was red and her legs were spasming uncontrollably in the orgasms and just limply hanging in between. As she hugged Samuel, the light glinted off her wedding rings. Then her arms fell away.

After another few minutes, their tempo increased. Samuel came first, and rolled off them, his cum gushing out of her stretched cunt. Jamal continued pounding into her from below, finally coming with a yell. Still, he kept on pounding for a minute or so, long enough for his load to coat his Black cock and come shooting out of my wife's ass. At that he lay still.

They were apparently done. Jaye was only semi-conscious and not capable of moving, and they each had to stuff their cum-coated Black cocks into her stretched mouth. She sucked automatically, like a baby at its Mother's nipple.

After that, they got dressed, collected their money, and left, wishing us a safe trip home and hoping that we had enjoyed our "taste of Jamaica."

After they left, I knelt to clean her and was treated to an amazing sight: her labia were redder and more swollen than I had ever seen, the inner lips red and puffed out way past the outer ones, which were also swollen and purple. Her cunt had gone from gaping to so swollen I could barely get my tongue into her and she cried from the intrusion. Below, her ass hole looked like it had been ripped inside out – red, swollen and extruding from deep inside her.

I washed her with a pillow case soaked in warm water – a washcloth would have been too rough – and held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep in the soaked bed.

Sunday - Departure

At dawn, I called for room service – there was no way she could walk to breakfast – and helped her into the bathtub for a warm soaking. Breakfast arrived as we came out and she collapsed on the bed as I let in the waiter. He got quite a view as her hips were so stiff and her cunt so sore she couldn't close her legs.

She wore only a T-shirt and skirt for the trip home because her bottom and tits were too sensitive for underwear, and I had to help her walk to the plane and get her a pillow to sit on. In addition to her raw cunt and asshole, her throat muscles were bruised, and her cervix as well. Her entire abdomen was sore from the spasming of her gut muscles. 

My slutwife was in serious discomfort. But glowing and purring like a cat.

After a nap on the plane we started talking about the vacation and especially about the last night. She admitted she set it up with Samuel as a last fling. She told him she wanted to have no control – to be used totally. Jamal was a surprise from Samuel.

She was leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Did you like our adventure?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Wanna do it again?"

"Not any time soon, that's for sure!"

I don't know if my face showed it, but my heart sank.

(Author's note: The Jamaican Vacation was not our journey to being Black Cock slaves – it was only the psychological and sexual awakening that made it possible,six years later, for us to kneel before our Bull and give ourselves to Him without reservation. The rest of the journal is in final preparation. If anyone wants to read it, let me know.)



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 14



Aftermath

This brings us up to Dec 2010 and our most significant event - and introduces Robert, our Bull and future Master

Dec 2010 -- 

It's been 6 years since that vacation to Jamaica. When we got back we intended to return to our normal Vanilla existence. But we couldn't -- too much had happened. As Jaye put it, the door had been opened to something deep inside both of us and it couldn't be shut.

The first few weeks were exciting, as memories of Jamaica filled our heads and fueled our bedroom activities, just as Paul predicted, but then things slipped back into routine - too routine. And then, one night things got better. After a particularly athletic session, the reason hit me.

"You were re-living Jamaica weren't you?" 

"Yes." "So was I."

"I thought so. You were pounding me!"

"Did Samuel enjoy it?"

She grinned.

"Samuel had to work. Jamal was shoving his Big Black Cock up my ass while you fucked me and people watched."

"Those were wild times!" "Well, then, do what you did there!" 

Her tone was mock serious and light-hearted. She spread her legs and pulled my head down to her cunt. 

"Clean me, boi! And clean up Jamal's cum from my ass, too!"

I took my time, swirling my tongue around in my cum for the first time in weeks, starting from the outside and working in as deep as my tongue would go,then swirling around her clit and fingering her G-spot. 

Her breathing quickened and she started moaning. 

She pulled on a nipple with one hand and peeled back her clit hood with the other.

"Suck it!"

Lovingly, I closed my lips on her dicklet and moved up and down on it, remembering the maintenance man's Black cock in my mouth, while I used two fingers to massage her G-spot.

That effort brought her to another climax, and then I rolled her over and took her ass to the tune of grunts and squeals until I came again, while she fingered herself to a third orgasm. 

After we cleaned each other, we talked. 

"What are we going to do?"

We agreed we didn't want a full up swinging or cuckold (we now knew the term and its implications) lifestyle -- we had other responsibilities and interests -- but that Jaye being fucked by other cocks spoke to a part of each of our psyches. 

Something deep inside her had broken free in Jamaica -- a side of her that she had never wanted to acknowledge to herself or to me for fear that I might lose respect for her. But under the control of Samuel and Jamal, and with me in a supporting and protective role, she was free to just be that darker creature. She didn't want me to be permanently submissive nor did she want to be a full time whore, but she didn't want to be Mrs Mid-West Housewife again either. 

And it wasn't just exhibitionism or submission - she also felt a sense of power feeling the man inside her approach climax, knowing she was responsible for that, and then, after he came, his reduction to a child in her arms, if only for a few minutes.

For my part, in the months since our return I had analyzed my emotions and reactions a lot. I had been excited by the feelings that Jaye's behavior and experiences with Samuel and the others had triggered. I loved watching her in the throes of passion. I loved seeing her white legs wrapped around a Black body and a hard, Black Cock sliding in and out of her cunt, mouth, or ass. 

I had also realized there were differences in humiliation: Jaye receiving another cock was joyful - the humiliation of "another man fucking my wife" was somebody else's label; being replaced as the main man in her life and belittled was hurtful.

Additionally, there were aspects of it that had been very pleasurable - like a hard cock in my mouth - but there was also an uncomfortable feeling. I hadn't liked the feminine domination and hurtful humiliation stuff, although I now understood she was trying to provoke me into saying "Stop!" and reclaiming my role as protector and leader. "Submissive cuck" may have been part of my personality, but it wasn't all of it. The Dom side was still there and much more effective a role for other parts of my real world life.

So, we decided that once or twice a year we would have special "Adventures" where we would indulge the "darker" regions of our beings - but with clear boundaries - and live the rest of the time as "Vanillas." Well, "flavored Vanillas" -- the ropes, clamps and floggers were still in the closet.

We also agreed we weren't looking for romance - just athletic sex.

We both started to work out and lost 10 lbs and built up our stamina, though Jaye retained a bit of a tummy -- not unattractive in a mature woman.

Then we chose vacation spots or getaways where a large Black population could be expected, and we would look for partners for Jaye. That approach had mixed results and got us into one or two dangerous spots, so we had considered not trying again and letting Jamaica remain an erotic memory.

Early in December of that year, a DVD with a Jamaican return address arrived at the house. Inside was a note from Samuel that wished us happy memories and hoped we had found "balance."

We popped it in. 

The title was "Jamaican Memories," and opened with the standard Jamaican tourist intro: white sand beaches and happy couples. 

Then the scene cut to Jaye being fisted on the beach, first by Samuel (no face, just his Black arm buried past the wrist in her cunt and Jaye's contorted face urging him on), then her begging for more and the naked white woman finishing her off.

We sat there speechless.

That scene dissolved to shots of Jamaican party night life which melted into Jaye whoring in the short time room. Apparently the mirrors were two-way with cameras. The DVD showed highlights of her servicing each of her Black customers and me sitting, watching,and jerking off. 

I noticed that she was stroking her cunt and breathing heavier as we watched.

The next segment was night vision recording of her last night at Z'Club with Samuel fucking her bent over the picnic table and the men jerking off on her face and tits.

The final segment showed the cabana details, dissolving to Jaye feeding me Samuel's Black cock, then both of us sucking him, and finally the maintenance man coming in my mouth.

When it was over, we sat there, stunned.

"Do I really look like that when I'm being fucked?"

"Yes, but even more beautiful in person."

"No wonder you enjoy watching me! I'm even turned on!"

She reached for me. For the next two hours we copied everything on the DVD. I ate, then fucked Jaye in avery position I could think of, then fisted her to her Big Bang, after which I ate her through to the continuous orgasm stage. Thanks to what I had learned from watching Samuel fuck my wife, I was still able to fuck her swelling cunt at the end. Exhausted, we lay in each other's arms.

"I can't believe how many orgasms I've missed by thinking I was too sensitive! B?"

"Yeah"

"We have to keep trying! I need the thrill, the humiliation, the sense of power! And as great as you are and as much as you mean to me, I now realize I need more than one man to get me there! Please? Can we keep trying?"

I liked the idea of being able to watch her perform again, but I emphasized we would have to watch over each other more if we did, 

"You know I love being watched!" she giggled 

And no more femdom stuff.

"As long as you stay my man and protect me from myself - within limits - there's no need for femdom."

We spent the rest of the night on the internet finding sites to contact Black men, and the rest is history.

So much for just having an adventure and then going back to the way we were.

(Side bar: Our younger daughter came across the DVD on a trip home from college while searching for what she called "vintage" (little shit!) rock music. After confronting her mother with it, she started dating Blacks and continues to do so. She also shared it with her older sister. Mother and daughters have had several giggly sessions behind closed doors while viewing it, punctuated with moans and the hum of vibrators.)

Once or twice in those early trips we tried white guys when we were unable to find Black men. Jaye felt no connection, though. Her psychological switch can apparently only be flipped by a Dominant Black Man. Cock size isn't the factor (although it doesn't detract) -- some of her Black men have been smaller than me. It is the way some of them EXPECT her to service them that releases her inner slut -- that and their staying power. (Most myths about Black Cock size are BS -- they come in all shapes and sizes - but in general, regardless of size, our experience is that most do seem to have great staying power.)

Using the internet to find prospective partners and arrange to meet them at the party place worked out much better, and over time we have "collected" a variety of partners who are fairly regular. But we still cruise Black clubs with our escorts wherever we go and have had some outstanding chance encounters -- several of whom have since joined the "collection."

Play had to change though: if we were going to find chance hookups -- and even internet matches - condoms had to be a hard rule, at least in her cunt and ass, and if she was giving a blow job she had to take it on her face or tits. (I know, we said that before, but this time the novelty was over and we were both in better control of ourselves.) This lost us some contacts, as Samuel had been right - Black Men hate condoms. But her joy at feeling the hot blast of semen and my joy at sucking it out of her swollen cunt weren't worth an STD or AIDS. So, my cleaning days have pretty much been confined to my own cum -- until recently. More on that later.

While Adventuring, Jaye is free to be as slutty as she wants and treat me any way she wants (subject to a punishment session when we get home), depending on the mood or theme of the meet. However, I must be with her at all times.

My persona is kinky husband (if there is only one Black man and he is amenable), voyeur husband, or submissive cuck, depending on the mood of the Black men, which leaves me out of the action and free to perform my true role which is to watch over and protect her and enforce the condom rule.

The morning after, we have a long talk session, comparing notes and feelings, which also helps us re-set to married couple.

Other changes: At first, Jaye tried to re-create her dress styles from Jamaica -- partly to enhance the mood, partly as advertising her availability: Large hoop earrings, corn-rowed hair, very revealing clothing and high heels. Along the way she picked up a BBC charm to add to her Queen of Spades anklet, "BBC" dangle ear rings, one year at Fantasy Fest in Key West she had two T-shirts made: "Hubby Likes to Watch" for her and "I'm Hubby" with eyeballs in the "b"s and the stems of the "b" curved into horns. She also picked up a "Hubby (Heart)(Chocolate) Cream Pie" T-shirt. At various times she has sported temporary "Queen of Spades," "BBC Slut,""BBC Only," and "BBC Whore" tattoos.

Her cunt - wives have pussies, sluts and whores have cunts -- is now always clean shaven (my job).

However, over time we both realized that some of it was too over the top. In a dimly lit Black club, no one can see -- or gives a crap about -- an anklet. The revealing clothes got us thrown out of one or two places. And we found that most Black men don't care if she is naked or not -- they just want access to her tits and holes, which is fine with her as long as she can do some showing off.

So, now her "Adventure gear" is a satin or silk button-up-the-front blouse, a mid-thigh black skirt - both of which allow ready access but also look classy enough if we have dinner somewhere with lights - high heels, hoop ear rings, and a neck chain with a Queen of Spades medallion on it. And of course her wedding and engagement rings. Hairdo and color changes with her mood -- slut or not, she is, after all, a woman. Of course, no underwear.

In our first adventures, we were just trying to find her some Black cock. Then the goal became to get her Black fucked every night of the trip. Then we set a goal of getting her fucked in her cunt, mouth and ass at least once during the trip. Last year the goal was to get her fucked in her cunt, mouth and ass each day. This coming year (2011) the challenge is for her to be fucked in cunt, ass and mouth every day but by a different cock in each hole. Only the first cock in each hole counts: that is, if a Black man wants to fuck her in mouth and cunt -- of course she must, but only the first hole he uses counts (in this case her mouth). She must welcome another Black Cock into her cunt for it to count. So, a minimum of three different cocks each day and potentially many more. 

Additionally, over the years we have developed a ritual: As soon as we hit our local airport and go through security, she is a Black Cock Slut until we return through the arrival gate. Jaye must offer herself to any Black Man who speaks to her, and must do anything they want, time permitting. This started out as a challenge in a Black club in Atlanta, but was so much fun we have continued and expanded it. It has resulted in some wild adventures, but not as many as you would think. Black men are, after all, men. Some may be Bulls, players, or thugs, but others are romantics, family men, or outright shy losers and/or geeks. Some of the looks she has gotten after offering her pussy or a blow job to a clerk at an airport newsstand just for thanking her for her purchase have been hilarious, as have the reactions of the bystanders. A tip - the shoeshine boys have access to back hallways and always seem up for a BJ or quickie from a white woman. Jaye boards many flights with a freshly fucked cunt or mouth. And my shoes have never looked better.

One might ask if, at 48, she is getting fucked out, her cunt and asshole gaping and sloppy.

No. 

First of all, we do this only a few times a year (albeit more and more often). Yes it was supposed to be twice a year and was eight times in 2010, but still she has lots of recovery time between. 

Second, use does not make a cunt sloppy. Right after a gangbang it may gape, as does her ass hole. But in a few minutes they tighten back up. Both are muscles or muscle groups and react well to exercise (granted child bearing can make a pussy sloppy, but that involves extreme stretching).

Rather than getting sloppy, the regular activity --along with some toning exercises and a dildo (Black of course) in our Vanilla periods -- have actually strengthened her cunt and ass muscles. Her cunt lubricates easily -- if not all the time -and accommodates any size or shape Black cock in a sensual squeeze. She can relax her ass hole almost at will, needing much less lube and preparation.

Basically, a Black Man just has to say "Spread, Bitch!" and she is ready. Additionally, she uses dildos as a training aid for deep throating and loves to be gag-fucked.

Robert

Anyway, you aren't reading this to learn about her exercise regimen. Let's get to the good stuff:

About four years ago we met Robert on-line. He is 36 now, shaved head, about 6'2", 270 lbs, broad shoulders and big chest tapering to narrow hips and tight buns, a rounded belly and small man boobs, 9" very thick uncut Black cock and a large pair of balls that produce an amazing amount of cum. 

But most importantly, he understands Jaye's head and is a master at combining romance and Dominance. 

He is also a Dominant Bull to two other white couples, so is very careful about STD and HIV. Prior to Thanksgiving, we had been together about 10 times (more and more often) and he brought a recent blood report and condoms every time. 

Several weeks ago at Thanksgiving, after much prior discussion, we (actually I) gave ourselves to him completely, so now he uses both of us as the mood strikes him, his sons, or his friends, which puts me back in the cleaning business. (The boys and his friends must still use condoms.)

Two years ago I got caught up in some last minute business and let her go alone to Robert. He took her to Vegas with some friends and sent her back to me with gold rings from each of them: one in each nipple and cunt lip, and a triangle piercing from him. 

Initially it pissed me off. I couldn't fuck her cunt or play with her tits or cunt lips for a couple of months until they all healed. 

I told her we were through with Robert, but she begged me and pointed out that it was only for a few weeks. I was adamant at first, but as the days went on I enjoyed her begging and the things she was offering to do if I said yes. Finally I relented, but made the point to both of them that I wasn't happy and there would be no more Adventures without me. Both acquiesced.

However, the piercings made it necessary to find a new GP and OB-GYN for Jaye - there were already too many questions from the white doctors in our small hometown about out frquesnt requests for STD and HIV testing. 

We found two Black doctors in the metro area near us. The OB-GYN, after hearing the story of how the piercings got there, her relationship with Robert -- it was the first time I heard her refer to him as her "Master"- and my role, schedules us each month as his last appointment of the day, straps her legs into the stirrups, and performs a full-fisted manual examination followed up with an energetic ass-fucking (apparently fucking her cunt would not be ethical!?!). In order to make sure Jaye doesn't move too much, and to muffle her screams, the Black nurse removes her scrub bottoms and panties and restrains her by pushing her hairy cunt onto Jaye's face and pinning her arms while Jaye eats her. 

The GP also schedules us last for our monthly blood tests and follow ups (Jaye cleans her partners' Black cocks after the condom comes off. Research has indicated that while this is considered risky, it's not as dangerous as barebacking, but we check monthly to be safe) and expects either a BJ or anal. I am naked on my knees at both doctors.

But the bars in her nipples (we replace the rings except when we are Adventuring) seem to keep them aroused all the time and the triangle piercing rubs her clit as she moves so she stays reminded of her femininity -- and horny. 

When we play bondage I hang weights off the rings trying to stretch her cunt lips even more. Seems to be working and Robert approves. 

Robert had the triangle piercing soldered shut so that it can't be removed. This makes for fun at the airport sometimes. The Black TSA agents, male and female, at our local airport are familiar with us now and enjoy taking us to the interrogation room and manually inspecting her when we pass through security.

Back to Robert

As I said, We met Robert on-line several years ago in a cuckold chat room. Although younger than we, the way he presented himself intrigued us both and over the next two months we began a regular virtual friendship, telling him about Jamaica and our thoughts and how it had changed us. We invited him to our next adventure and he stole the show from the other Black studs we had lined up. 

At dinner with him the night before there was an immediate connection between he and Jaye, and he and I got along well also. We were on a seeming equal footing -- no Bull and cuck stuff although he clearly assumed control of Jaye. After dinner, we adjourned to our room for a get-acquainted fuck. He participated in the gangbang Saturday night and we asked him to come back Sunday for another threesome.

At the threesome, he took control over Jaye masterfully. It was obvious that he had listened to everything she told him and connected the dots psychologically.

After gag-fucking her for a while he pushed her into a doggie position and had me guide his thick Black cock into her. Then he took her fast and hard, pulling back on her hair to arch her back, and bringing on an orgasm. He had me face fuck her while he continued to pound her to another climax, then flipped her over for some slow, gentle, missionary fucking while he sucked and chewed on her nipples. 




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 14



For the next hour he kept changing position and pace, talking to her all the time, telling her alternately how pretty she was, how good her body and tits felt, what a good fuck and what a good whore she was. 

Periodically, he would pull out and have her suck him or slap her distended clit with his Black Cock. 

Finally, after bringing her to a screaming climax that stretched out for what seemed forever and left her limp, he ordered her to beg him to fuck her some more, which she did weakly. 

He rolled her onto her belly, had me shove a pillow under her hips, then straddled her and again had me insert his Big Black Cock into her swollen cunt. He started then in earnest, pounding her and rabbit fucking while she mewed and cried until he came with a roar into his condom. Then he had us both clean him off and thank him. 

From that point on he has pretty much owned her although not formally until this Thanksgiving.

He is married with two sons, each by different women. He thinks there may be others and knows one of his other white sluts is pregnant by him. At our 3rd meeting he brought his oldest son James -- now 22, 6'4", bearded, with a linebacker's build, 10" cock, thick like his father's. Richard has also made her available for the last two years to his younger son. D'arnell (his mother's choice of names, Robert ruefully points out) is 5'11, just turned 20, and has a swimmer's slim muscular build with an 11" cock but thinner than mine.

Robert likes to take Jaye out to Black clubs and show her off, sometimes lets others use her in the club bathroom or parking lot, then brings her home for some long lovin'. 

Jaye glows whenever she is with him.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 15



2010 Memoir 1st Meet with Robert

i have been chronicling the history of how my wife and i went from Mid-West Vanilla couple to willing Black Cock slaves since an anniversary vacation to Jamaica in 2004.

Our Bull and Master is Robert -- 32 when we met Him in 2006, about 6'2" tall, 270 lbs, with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, powerful arms and chest, a rounded belly and small man-boobs, and a 9" uncut very thick Black Cock backed by a massive set of balls. More important, He has a very Dominant personality and an innate understanding of how to manipulate submissive personalities. Several readers have asked for details about our first meeting with Him and this is it, with His permission:

We had posted an ad advertising my wife's availability on a site that specialized in hooking up white married women and Black men. Robert responded and, unlike many of the others, was low key, friendly, and respectful. We answered back and a running conversation developed. In a month, we were e-mailing almost daily, with us telling Him all the details of Jamaica, how we felt about it, and even sending Him a copy of the DVD Samuel had sent us. After another few weeks we decided we wanted to meet Him.

At the time we had been "Adventuring" for about 2 years, and had developed a process for meeting new playmates. We set things up in Robert's home city and met Him for dinner at an upscale hotel restaurant on the Friday night. 

Jaye (my wife -- then 44 -- for those of you who are new to our saga) was wearing a light cardigan over a linen camisole, her above-the-knee black skirt, garter belt and stockings, hoop earrings, Queen of Spades pendant, and 3" high heels. Of course, no bra or panties -- which is why she had the cardigan: to distract from her long nipples tenting the cami.

Robert showed up dressed in a classic blue blazer over a black silk T shirt which (as soon as He removed the blazer) showed off His large biceps and chest, expensive slacks and Italian shoes (Jaye's observation. i neither know nor care about men's shoes). He was impressive and as He moved through the restaurant He drew the attention of many of the patrons.

He came up to our booth and greeted us as old friends. i rose to shake His hand and we did a guy-style-semi hug. Then He sat down next to Jaye and kissed her on the cheek. She glowed. i sat down across from them.

We chatted until the food came, then gave Him a rundown on the plans for Saturday night -- there would be two other Black men, we would provide the food, beverages, lube and condoms. The festivities would end when either the Black men were sated or Jaye was exhausted, whichever came first. He nodded and presented us with a recent blood test showing Him free of STD and HIV negative, but agreed when we insisted condoms only.

Then we told Him how glad we were that He could come, how impressed we were with His first response to us and how we enjoyed our subsequent conversations with Him.

He responded that He was intrigued by us as well --not just about what we had done and wanted to do, but how we thought and felt about it, in particular Jaye's admission of her need to be submissive to strong Black men and my willingness to give her to them. This was interesting because our ad was for "adventurous" partners and had never mentioned submission, and we had also avoided the term in our e-mails to Him. He had obviously read between the lines and connected the dots. 

"Is that right, Jaye?" Jaye looked at me quickly. This was different -- our chosen partners were high on the macho scale, but generally were focused on the sex. Robert was probing and playing much more of a head game. i nodded and she turned to Him.

"I guess so -- sort of." She said lightly.

"Don't guess, Jaye. Yes or no?" She looked at me again then down at her hands.

"Yes" A little girl admitting that she had broken a lamp.

"Good girl!"

Then He commented that Jaye was prettier in person than her pictures. Was it true that she wasn't wearing a bra? Although we had been at this for several years, Jaye blushed and nodded. "Take off your sweater."" Jaye moistened her lips and did so. The tension in the air was electric -- this wasn't a Black club but a hotel dining room. Her long nipples were very visibly swelling against the material.

"You look thirsty. Have some water." 

She started to reach for her glass. 

"No, mine. And reach for it with your far hand." 

The motion caused her to lean across Him and twist her body so that He could look down the camisole at her tits. He had seen her naked on-line, but was testing her, and we all knew it.

Was she wearing panties? Again, no. 

"Show me." 

The tone was conversational but His hard eyes left no doubt that it was an order. Jaye looked a little panicked -- in a Black club she would have stood up and lifted her skirt for anyone to see, but did He expect that here? It seemed He was pushing things for a first meeting. 

"Take my hand and show me." 

Shaking a little, she took His hand and moved it under the table.

"And what do you like strange hands to do when they touch you here?" 

She started a movement that i interpreted as stroking her clit and cunt lips with His hand.

He turned to me and started talking about college football and our favorite teams' chances for the next season. Jaye stopped stroking.

"I didn't tell you to stop." A hint of menace. 

She started stroking herself with his hand again, and almost immediately gasped as He pushed two of His thick fingers into her now wet cunt, then slid down a little to give Him better access.

Our football conversation continued until the waitress came by to ask if we wanted desert. Jaye tried to sit up but Robert told her to continue and ordered for them. The waitress looked at Jaye, slumped in her seat, panting, eyes closed, her arm moving as if she was masturbating, then at Robert sitting next to her with His arm under the table, then at me, and smirked.

When desert arrived -- vanilla ice cream with chocolate cookie sticks, 

"That's enough. Sit up. Don't eat all your desert." 

We finished, i paid, and suggested we adjourn to our room for drinks and to get better acquainted. As we were starting to get up, Robert stopped us.

"Jaye, swirl the cookie sticks in the melted ice cream, then slide them into your cunt."

She looked around nervously, then sat back down and pretended to be searching for something in her purse as she did it, gasping as the cold ice cream hit her warm cunt. I was impressed with Robert's control over my wife and her willing compliance. 

"In and out!"

When she had done it a few times He told her to give them to me.

"Have a snack, B!" He said with a grin. 

i licked, then ate them. The taste of her cunt on the chocolate was delicious.

Having now established that He was in total control of my wife, we walked out of the restaurant, Jaye a little shaky and holding on to Him while i walked behind. In the elevator, Robert said that He had pushed things, (He never apologizes) to see if His assessment of her was accurate. She had done very well and pleased Him very much. He complimented me as well for having a sexy wife and making her available to be appreciated.

In the room, they sat on the sofa with His arm around her making light conversation while i got drinks. 

After a sip, He set down His drink, and took hers away.

"B, you don't mind if I kiss your wife!" (It was a statement, not a question. Now He was testing me.) 

And with that He gathered her to Him and kissed her. The kiss started soft and gentle, then became more passionate with tongue action and lots of lip sucking, then His hand came up and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back as His tongue forced its way into her mouth.

Jaye responded, giving as good as she got and a little moan as her hair was pulled.

Then He let go of her hair and started to massage her tit through the cami. He started the kiss again, soft and gentle then getting progressively harder -- but now His hand was copying the kiss: softly stroking, then massaging, then mauling, then pulling and twisting the nipple as He bit her on the neck, leaving a hickey ("Marking her." i thought). As before, my wife responded, pushing her chest into his hand and stroking His head while she sucked His big lips.

As the nipple twisting became more violent, she moaned through the kiss and reached down to pull up His T shirt. He stopped to let her remove it, then told her to remove the cami, and started in on her tits and nipples again. She ran her hands over His torso and did some nipple-pulling on Him as well.

Robert said, 

"B, why don't you have another snack?"

i got on my knees and reached to remove her skirt but He stopped me, so i flipped it over my head and brought my lips to her chocolate-smelling crotch. Above me i could feel and hear my wife move in the embrace of this large Black man, moaning as He deliberately tried to hurt her to see what and how much she would take.

I heard a zipper and then "Omigawd!" I pulled out from under the skirt and saw my wife holding Robert's Big Black Cock in her hand. She had already rolled back the foreskin to reveal a large mushroom head which was actually dwarfed by a thick shaft which expanded even more at the base. It wasn't fully hard and yet she could just barely get her hand around it.

"You like it, Jaye?" 

"Oh yesss!"

"You can suck it if you want." An offer, but also a command. 

In response she shifted her body, gave me a big grin, and plunged her head down on it. He had her get on her knees on the couch so that He had access to her cunt while she sucked and licked Him.

"Get undressed, B, while I get to know your wife."

He stroked her cunt lips lightly. She was already wet and a little puffy from my licking, and moaned softly as His long thick fingers caressed her hanging labia and clit. 

Jaye's cock sucking picked up speed and so did His fingers, parting her labia and dipping into her juices to lube her clit. In minutes her clit was sticking out like a mini cock and two, then three, of His fingers were going in and out of her cunt. i could tell from her moans that He was massaging her g-spot.

She was working His cock and big balls energetically, and He was sliding down a bit to give her better access. Even so, she could only get about a third of His Big Black Cock into her mouth and had to grip the thick Black shaft in both hands.

i started to move behind her but He waved me away. He wanted to be the one who made her cum and wanted her to know it.

Then He pulled her head slowly down deeper on His Black sausage. She would gag, He'd let her up for air then pull her down again deeper, all the while ramming the three fingers into her cunt. With about half of it in, it was obvious that it was firmly lodged past her throat and her eyes rolled up. Suddenly she started to moan and shake and then with a wail her body jerked hard. She tried to come up off His thick Black Cock, but He held her head on it as her climax rolled through her several times.

Finally He let her roll off and collapse onto the floor as she slowly recovered.

"That was very good, Jaye. You pleased me. Now take off your skirt and get on the bed. B, I think she's primed. Let's have some fun! Head or tail?"

i moved up to her head. She grabbed my cock and started sucking energetically. Robert moved between her legs and rubbed His mushroom head along her engorged labiaand clit, then pressed the tip into her cunt opening. She moaned around my cock. 

Slowly He eased His way in, an inch or so at a time. At the halfway point she had quit sucking me and was moaning about how big and hard He was. He paused, but she wrapped her legs around His thighs and pulled Him in deeper. He pulled out again, and when she pulled Him back He sank all the way in, hitting bottom with some to spare.

"Omigawd!" she screamed.

In a moment or two she resumed sucking me while He gently slid in and out. We went on like this for a while, then He told me to switch.

She got up on her knees and lowered her head onto the Big Black cock, wiggling her hips at me. i mounted her doggie style, but my cock just slid into her stretched cunt and seemed to wave around. It was warm and wet but little friction. That was OK by me because i didn't want to cum too soon.

After some time we changed again, keeping her on her knees. After a few minutes of His Big black Cock in her, she wasn't really sucking me so i had to face fuck her, holding her by the hair and pulling her onto my cock.

Her moans were coming louder and she was pushing her ass back onto His thick Black pole.

After a few more minutes, i dumped my load in her mouth and pulled her head off my cock. Her face had "The Look."

"You can finish her off any time," I told Him.

He pulled out and had her mount Him in a reverse cowgirl, then started pulling her down onto Him by her hips. She was working with Him, bouncing up and down and crying out as He hit bottom.

i knelt there watching that thick Black cock stretching her hole and listening to her, marveling once again at the eroticism of Black going into White and the sheer beauty of seeing my wife getting fucked and enjoying it so much.

Suddenly she yelled "Omigawd, he's going to make me squirt!" 

i moved my head in close. He speeded up and pounded her from below even harder. She began to babble incoherently and then, as her Big Bang hit, she let go a spurt into my face. Then another and another.

Finally, she fell forward as the waves continued to roll through her.

Robert gave her a minute, then pulled out and mounted her missionary style and proceeded to fuck her to His climax, starting slowly and softly at first, then speeding up and banging her hard, which brought out more moans. Finally, He came with a groan and collapsed on top of her. 

When He had recovered a little, he pulled out, pulled off the condom -- which He handed to me as if it was understood that i was his servant -- and pulled her head over to clean Him.

We all rested for a while, Jaye almost purring, her head on His groin, softly licking his Big Black Cock. He asked if she wanted a second round. She chuckled and said "Yes, but if we do I won't be in any shape for the gang bang tomorrow," so we agreed to call it a night and He left.

When He had gone i started to stroke her in preparation for another go at her stretched cunt, but she said she was satisfied.

"But you know I'll never say "no" to you, B. If you want some you can have my ass."

After i cleaned my cum from her hole and she cleaned my cock, she stroked my head.

"Gawd he's hung! And he knows how to use it too! 

(More seriously) "....And how to use me! If you weren't such a good cunt licker you'd be in trouble! Tomorrow is going to be wonderful!"

We kissed deeply and fell asleep with our arms around each other.

Sat evening Gang Bang -- 

At about 9pm, the three Black men arrived. Jaye, naked except for hoops, Queen of Spades medallion, wedding rings, the garter belt, stockings and 6" heels, met each at the door with a big kiss, grinding her mound into their crotches. 

We had music on a player and Jaye started to dance for her audience, moving from one to the other and rubbing her tits, cunt or ass against them. Sometimes she would get on her knees and bury her face in their crotches, wiggling her ass, sometimes she would sway sensually while she jacked her clit or pushed her fingers into her cunt while she pulled and twisted her nipples. Eventually she dropped to her knees, freed one black cock and started sucking it. The others took that as their cue to strip. 

She guided one Black man behind her to start the fucking as she jerked off me and the third Black man - a Queen Bee directing the action. 

We had partied with the other two Black men before and they were fine with me joining to make it four on one, but after a while (and getting my rocks off) i just watched the beautiful ballet. 

There seem to be two general male approaches to gang-bangs: fuck the birthday girl until they climax and then take advantage of the longer staying ability for later fucks, usually used by younger guys who can get it up often; and fuck until they get close, then tag out to the next guy, which gives less down time, and holding off dumping their load until later in the evening, which is usually used by older guys. Both techniques were in use that night.

Slowly, as the action got really hot, Robert took over as Emcee, telling Jaye what position to assume and later who should do what to her. By the time they had each cum in her mouth, cunt and ass, she was a limp, obedient fuck puppet. 

As they started to leave, Jaye whispered to me to invite Robert back for a get together in the morning (We liked to spend time post-gang bang just re-connecting as husband and wife so we didn't normally invite bangers to stay the night and as we were not leaving until Monday, Sunday was open.)

Sun AM final fuck -- 

Robert called at about 9 AM to inform us He had ordered breakfast sent to our room and that He would be by in a few minutes. And that we shouldn't get dressed.

He arrived shortly after -- with flowers for Jaye! Over eggs, bacon and coffee, Him dressed, us naked, He told us again how much He had enjoyed the last two nights, complimenting Jaye on her loveliness and passion for cock. She glowed. 

When the second cup of coffee was done, without asking permission, He removed His clothes and sat on the sofa with His legs spread, telling me to get the lube and lay down on my back in front of Him. Then He told Jaye to straddle my head and suck Him hard while i prepped her cunt and ass with my mouth and the lube.

After gag-fucking her and twisting her nipples for a while He moved us to the bed where He pushed her into a doggie position and had me guide His thick Black cock into her. Then He took her fast and hard, pulling back on her hair to arch her back, and bringing on an orgasm. He had me face fuck her while he continued to pound her to another climax, then flipped her over for some slow, gentle missionary fucking. 

For the next hour He kept changing pace and position, talking to her all the time, telling her tenderly how pretty she was, how good her body and tits felt, what a good fuck and what a good whore she was. 

Periodically He would pull out and have her suck Him or spank her engorged clit with His hand or Big Black Cock. 

Finally, after bringing her to a screaming climax that stretched out for at least 5 minutes and left her limp, He told her to beg Him to fuck her some more, which she did weakly. 

He rolled her onto her belly, had me shove a pillow under her hips, then straddled her and again had me insert his Big Black Cock into her swollen cunt. He started then in earnest, pounding her and rabbit fucking while she mewed and cried until He came with a roar. 

After catching His breath, He had me remove the condom and had us both clean Him off and thank Him. 

With a shower, a lingering tongue kiss and a niple twist for Jaye, a handshake for me, and a "Til next time!" he was gone.

Jaye was exhausted, and deep in afterglow, but she hadn't cum during the final pounding. i asked if she wanted me to lick her to orgasm. Stretching like a cat, her eyes closed, she said no, she really was too sore, and she just wanted to bask in the feeling of being totally fucked and used.

Was i still horny? If so i could have her ass if I was gentle -- it was sore from the night before. But she had just had the best fucking - mentally as well as physically -- since Jamal and she just wanted to focus on the feelings in her cunt and clit.

I admitted I had jerked off twice watching them and my offer was to make sure she was satisfied. She said that if I wanted to please her, she would like to watch me jerk off on her mound and lick it off. She stroked my head as I did.




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 15



After, we cuddled and talked about the weekend, agreeing it was the best to date and that we had to (her words) keep contact with Robert. 

"He's the first one in a long time where you might have to protect me from myself."

Before we went to lunch she had me write Him an e-mail, thanking Him for using her so well and telling Him that He was welcome to have her again, after which she wrote something, but to this day has never let me see the contents.



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 16



December 2012 - What Happened in Vegas or Jaye is broken

If you have been following my ongoing narrative of how my wife and I transitioned from Mid- West white married couple to Black-owned sex slaves, you have seen references to the trip to Vegas my wife Jaye took with Robert, our Bull, about 4 years ago. When I first wrote it up based on her reports, it was a 4-day fuck and suck trip with 5 Black men that wound up with her being returned to me exhausted and with gold piercings in her labia, nipples and clit hood. 

Over time, and as Robert has taken on a more dominant role in our lives, more pieces of the story have come out. Here it is below. 

WARNING: This chapter goes places that may be offensive to some readers. B was not there to act as protector and the principle characters were on their own in the "fantasy world" of Las Vegas with no "adult supervision." But what went on there had an effect on the rest of this story.

We had planned a 4-day "Adventure" -- our term for an away trip where my wife would be publicly exposed and fucked by Black men -- with Robert, a Dominant play partner we had scened with several times over the previous two years and who has an uncanny understanding of the workings of my wife's psychological and physical "buttons." He is a large, imposing man with a 9" very thick uncut cock backed by large, seemingly inexhaustible balls and great staying power.

At the last minute, I had to work and had to cancel. We talked it over with Robert and, at Jaye's urging, and much to my uneasiness, decided to send her to him alone. We had never done this before -- one of our hard rules was that I had to be present or at least close by -- but Robert was persuasive, he had been very protective of Jaye in our previous sessions with him, and Jaye really wanted to go (it had been three months since our last adventure -- coincidentally with Robert -- and she was openly horny for Black Cock). Jaye was met at the arrival airport not by 

Robert alone, but also his two sons, James (20) and D'arnell (18), Robert's brother, and the brother's 20 year old son. After quick introductions, they whisked her away to another gate and boarded a plane for Vegas.

After checking into their room, Jaye was felt up by the whole group, then pushed to her knees where Robert ordered her to start sucking him off. At some point one of them flipped up her skirt and proceeded to fuck her doggie style as Robert held her head on his Black cock. As soon as the first Black man was done, another took his place until all four had fucked her and Robert and D'arnell had come in her mouth. During this Robert called me on Jaye's cell phone and allowed her to lift her head off his Black cock to tell me about the change in venue and what she was doing. After that they texted me a video of her with Blck cocks stuffed into her at both ends.

Since they had been up all night, they rested for a few hours. Jaye's clothes were taken away, leaving her with only her wedding rings, Queen of Spades pendant, and hoop ear rings. About 4PM Robert ordered her to start sucking again. Sucking progressed to fucking and as the evening wore on they sent out for pizza and beer. When the delivery boy arrived, they let him in to see two Black men spit-roasting a white woman. The one in her mouth pulled her head off his cock and asked the delivery boy if he wanted a tip, but the kid was too surprised to take him up on it.

About midnight, they had her put on heavy makeup and a bathrobe and took her out clothes shopping. They found a sex shop in a rougher part of town and had her try on outfits naked in front of anyone in the store until they picked out a cowl-neck top, a very short skirt, and 6" heels she could only lurch in. From there they went to a strip club.

At the club the crew felt her up while they watched the dancers. Eventually, they selected one for a lap dance and went to the VIP area. There they had the stripper give Jaye a lap dance, rubbing her tits into my wife's face and jerking off her long clit as if it was a cock. 

Jaye was initially shocked and embarrassed, as at that time she had never done anything with another woman other than the incidents on the beach in Jamaica and they were mostly just kissing and a little touching. 

Then the stripper did her act for James and Jaye was ordered to do what she had just learned for Robert. 

After this, they found a Black club where again Jaye was made to demonstrate her new dance moves and get exposed to and felt up by the Black patrons. Back at the hotel they took a nap until the stripper came by after work. The two women were told to make out, then 69 for the 5 men. Again, Jaye was nervous at first but as the stripper licked her professionally, and with the excitement of being watched by an audience, she got into it pretty heavy. At one point, as the women licked each other, two of the men stepped up and started fucking each in the ass. Then both were gang-banged until after dawn.

They slept in until after noon, then the men went off in pairs to gamble and sight see, leaving a well-used and sore Jaye alone with Robert. He had her suck him hard and fucked her ass, then took a nap. As the men floated in and out they would have her suck them off or fuck her. About 10 PM, they allowed her to dress in the outfit from the previous evening and headed for some Black clubs they had heard about. As usual, she danced with the 5 and any other Black men who wanted her and was publicly felt up and exposed. 

Jaye was having a pretty good time as the center of attention, and being continuously felt up in public was keeping her on the edge of an orgasm.

Around midnight, Robert took her into the Men's Room and handcuffed her to a pipe by the urinals to give blow jobs to several of the patrons who had asked. Here is Jaye's description -- which she only revealed to me last Fall:

"At first it was great fun like Fantasy Fest -- on display in a forbidden area, being groped and made to suck cock. D'arnell was supposed to watch over me but got distracted on his cell phone. I had sucked a couple of cocks when a guy came in, looked at me squatting there and just peed on my face and body. Seeing that, so did another. Robert came in a little later and saw what a mess I was. He made me strip off my wet clothes and wash them in one of the toilets, then they made me wash myself off in the toilet, put me back in my wet clothes, and walked me through the club. I felt so scared, humiliated, alone and vulnerable! ... Robert took charge and held my hand through the club. I clung to him physically and mentally for dear life! In the parking lot he wouldn't let me in the car dripping wet so he had me strip and made me give blow jobs and be fucked over the hood until I was dry. 

Then they said I still stank and put me in the trunk to go back to the hotel, shower and service the five of them some more.

The next day, we did a round robin DP session with everyone drinking lots of beer. When we stopped for a break, I said I had to pee. They followed me into the bathroom and made me pee in the tub on my knees, not squatting, joking about the night before and how I must like it. I started to cry. Then Robert had me lay down in my pee in the tub and they started to pee on me. The first one peed on my face, hair and tits. The second one commented that my cunt and ass were still gaping from the repeated DPs. He tried to piss into my cunt, but the angle was off or something and his stream hit my clit which was still swollen. The force and warmth of it felt amazing! Soothing and stimulating at the same time. I don't know why but my knees snapped open and pulled up to my chest so he had better access to my clit even though I was still crying. 

That convinced them that I was really into it. Robert saw this and told the other two to piss on my clit as well. They did and I became more aroused, squirming around in the puddle of piss, feeling an orgasm building. Robert pissed on me last. His stream was very strong and he really had to go, because he just kept massaging my clit with it. I felt so humiliated and aroused at the same time! Suddenly, I came! The others all thought that was funny and called me a piss slut. 

But Robert was serious. He kneeled at the edge of the tub and grabbed my hair.

'Do you know what Alpha dogs do to claim their territory?' he asked. I was suddenly scared and shook my head. 

'They piss on their mates and weaker pack members! If they resist, they either leave the pack or a fight breaks out. If they accept it, they submit totally to the Alpha! You're not fighting and if you leave you go just as you are --but you seem to have enjoyed it. So you now belong to me!"

Later that day one of them bought one of those metal spreader things the Gynocologist uses and they had fun using my mouth and cunt as a urinal in between fucking. One had the idea to open my ass and use that as a urinal too, but 5 guy's worth of pee acted like an enema and the mess put them off. After that they satisfied themselves with fucking me.

All except Robert. Every time he pissed, he took me to the bathroom and made me kneel in the tub with my mouth open. One time, he stuck his cock in my mouth, told me to keep it there, and let go, nearly drowning me. 

His piss was shooting out my mouth around his cock, out my nose, and down my chest! I was choking on the stuff running down my throat and finally gagged and threw up all over myself.

All the while he kept telling me that I truly belonged to him now, because no one else would want a filthy slut like me and I was only good for whatever he wanted to use me for. He said I should be grateful he would look after me. I was crying -- and feeling that he was right. And I came again, without being touched."

On the last night, they took her to a piercing parlor where she was tied down and gold rings were inserted in each nipple, each of her inner labia and under her clit -- reminders from the 5 men of their mastery of her. The one under her clit was soldered shut, making it permanent -- that was from Robert. Afterward they made her suck off the piercer.

Then they took her back to the room and used her mouth and ass until it was time to leave. They gave her an oxycodone and several shots of Jim Beam and put her on a plane to our airport still dressed in her Las Vegas whore's clothes -- and that's how I found her.

As she came through the gate she saw me and burst into tears. I tried to hug her but she asked me to be gentle, she hurt everywhere. I asked her what happened, but she only replied that it had been a four-day adventure and she was exhausted.

When we got home I gave her a few minutes to unwind and then took her in my arms. She winced and pulled back.

"What is going on?"

In tears again, she removed her top and dropped her skirt, revealing the bandages and then gingerly removing them. I was expecting bruises on her tits and probably other parts of her body, but the piercings stunned me.

"What...? Why...?"

Jaye was trembling and crying. 

"I...They...I had to...."

I took her in my arms as gently as I could. Between sniffles she told me about the round robin fucking and the evening with the stripper, culminating in them taking her to the piercing parlor and holding her down, but leaving out the pissing part.

I was getting angry and she tried to calm me and not blame Robert. It had been a booze and sex filled weekend that got out of hand. She could have said something about the piercings but was in submissive slut mode and didn't really notice as her labia were pierced (it just felt like the alligator clamps I use on her). She came awake quickly as the needle went into her nipple. But by that time the damage was done.

I told her we would remove the rings and we were done with Robert, but she asked me to wait and calm down. Besides, they would be expecting the rings when they saw her again.

"Big fucking deal!" I said, "We're not seeing any of them again!"

"B, please! Calm down. Let's sleep on it. My nipples are too sore to take the rings out right now. And besides, this one under my clit (she winced as she lifted up her clit to show it) is on permanently -- we'll have to have it cut off. Do you know anyone in town you want to have me spread my legs for so they can cut your wife's clit ring off?"

I had to back off at that one. Word would be all over town in hours.

Finally, we crawled into bed -- Jaye very gingerly after re-bandaging her piercings.

"Do you want my mouth or ass, B?"

"I'm not really in the mood!"

"Punishment fuck?"

"Too angry"

"I understand. Robert said you would be."

"I'm never allowing you to go out alone again!"

"Thank you, B! I wish you had been there and been the one who saved me!"

"Well, it's done now!"

"Yes, my love, it is."



Jamaican Holiday Ch. 17



The deed is done

December, 2010

This Thanksgiving things changed. Well, actually before Thanksgiving. 

We have been partying with Robert almost every month for most of the year. He is our preferred play partner for her, and we have modified our Adventuring schedule to coincide with his availability -- in fact, we have dropped contact with most of our "collection." Jaye e-mails him nightly, and talks to him on the phone several times a week -- sometimes both of us on speaker, sometimes she takes the phone into our bedroom. An hour later she calls me in. There on the bed or stuffed into her cunt or ass is the big Black dildo. Her face and chest is flushed, her eyelids drooping, nipples and clit swollen. We have some great fuck sessions after his phone calls. And, I was talking to him at least once a week. He and I had an easy going friendship but it was obvious that He was lead dog.

One evening as we lay in bed and she stroked my cock, Jaye pointed out that Robert always made a point of taking health precautions for our Adventures, always showed up with a recent blood test to prove he was STD free, and he never complained about our rule to use condoms like some of the others. I pointed out that with two other white couples in his "stable" he had a real incentive to be safe. 

Jaye agreed and then surprised me by suggesting that we could probably allow him to bareback her. I looked at her. She said she knew the rules and would not break them if I said no, but Robert seemed safe and she loved feeling a man cum in her - the simultaneous feeling of submission and power. 

Then, as she continued to stroke me, she pointed out that I liked to clean her and hadn't had a chance for years except my own because of the condom rule.

Her hand speeded up on my now-hard cock.

"I've seen how you look at Robert's and James' Black cocks. They're as thick as Jamal's. You're thinking about having one in your mouth, aren't you? And don't lie -- your cock is giving you away! Maybe you want it someplace else, too! (giggle)"

With that I pushed her off and rolled her into a doggie position, sliding my rock hard cock into her fast and hard. She came almost immediately. When I had come, she rolled over on her back and I cleaned her, bringing her to her Big Bang.

After we were done we talked. I asked her if she was serious about bare-backing Robert and she said yes. 

What about James? She wasn't sure. She knew Robert was faithful in his way to his women and careful but James was younger and she wasn't sure how safe he was.

D'arnell? No. He was too young and she was sure he fucked around too much.

What about other guys? No. She was sure. Just Robert.

I wasn't sure even about Robert. There was an intimacy in bare-backing that we had steered away from in addition to the health and safety aspects.

A few nights later, she brought it up again. I reminded her that we had promised to look out after each other, knowing our weaknesses for certain personality types. Plus, she had remarked several times about Robert's effect on he and how she needed protection. Ever since I had forgiven them about the Vegas trip, she had me present, at least watching, whenever they were together.

"I don't think I want to be protected from Robert anymore. I like being submissive to him. I feel safe. He knows how far to take me and when to pull me back. And you would still be there as my ultimate safety. Besides, after what we have been through with him in the last couple of years, there isn't much to save me from." 

She flipped the ring in her clit hood to emphasize the point. But the ring also reminded me that I hadn't always been there as her ultimate safety with Robert -- at her urging.

A week later, she brought it up again, and as we talked, she was stroking and sucking me again, bringing on an erection, playing softly with my balls. She would bring me close to cumming and ask me if it was all right to let Robert bareback her. I would say no and she would back off, then bring me closer and ask again if she could have Robert cum in her. 

After a while I wasn't sure of anything much except that I wanted to cum. 

Again and again to the brink, telling me how much she would enjoy it and how much I enjoyed seeing her enjoy. 

"No..." again - but weaker. 

She speeded up and kept talking about how I would love eating the tons of cum he shoots, and how I would clean his cum-coated Black cock.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Sucking his thick Black cock and tasting his cum and mine, feeling the thickness and weight of his Big Black Cock in your mouth?"

"Yes!" I shouted and she increased her jerking on my cock, then shoved her finger up my ass hard. 

I exploded.

"So, it's settled then!" She said as she scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me. 

Barebacking wasn't what I had agreed to, but... Actually, I had had similar thoughts for a while, but had been scared by the implications.

She e-mailed him that night and told/asked him. He called her back on the phone and was delighted, then made her put me on and tell him it was OK with me.

When I said yes, he told me to shave my cock and balls as part of getting ready for our Thanksgiving meet.

We arrived at the airport, Jaye glowing from being fucked by a bootblack during our two-hour Chicago stop-over. She hadn't cum and the fuck just made her hornier. 

After landing, she headed straight for the Ladies while I looked for Robert and James. Robert had told me to come with only the clothes on my back and shaving gear. Jaye had been told to bring a few more things but it all fit into one large purse. 

My wife came out of Ladies, dressed in a button-down-the-front blouse, mini-skirt that ended just below her crotch, the usual hoop earrings, Queen of Spades necklace, 6" high spike heels, heavy mascara, eye liner and lipstick. 

She ran over to Robert and gave him a huge sloppy wet kiss while she rubbed her crotch into his. Then she did the same to James. Each time, the skirt rolled up, revealing her bare ass to everyone at the airport baggage area. 

We went out front to the car, which D'arnell was driving. Robert and James sat in back on either side of Jaye, me in front looking back. 

Their hands were all over her, and they had her skirt flipped up and blouse unbuttoned before we even left the airport -- a great view for the guy in the toll booth.

I asked where we were staying and Robert said we were going to his house. This was different. Usually we stayed in a hotel and gave them keys. 

On the ride over, Jaye came twice from them fingering her cunt and ass. She sucked both men but not to completion, and tried to slide her crotch onto both cocks but there wasn't enough room in the car. 

Jaye arrived flushed and horny. We walked in and were greeted by his wife, Maggie. Jaye was a little awkward: the anticipation of getting Black banged again - and bare-backed by Robert -- and the foreplay on the way over had caused her to forget that if we were at Robert's house for Thanksgiving, his wife would be there too. Now here my wife was, hair messed up, whore make-up smeared, her blouse open and revealing a bare tit decorated with a gold ring in a very long, very aroused nipple!

Maggie, a well-upholstered (large breasts and hips), late 40s-something, tall - 5'10" - beautiful Black woman made light of it, welcoming her into her home and giving her a big hug. 

Sensing Jaye's awkwardness, she laughed, 

"Lawd honey, don't feel strange. I know all about ya and my man!" 

"And you are all right with this?"

"Sure, honey! I saw a long time ago that Robert was too much man for any one woman! His first two baby mamas didn't understand though, and that's how I got him! He pays the bills and takes care of me, if you know what I mean, and I don't care where the extra goes!" 

She winked, 

"Sometimes I get a little attention from the men sniffing around for his bitches."

"I gotta say though, you are the first he has brought home! Let's have a look at ya!"

And with that she pulled open Jayes' blouse and hefted her tits. 

"Small, but nice, particularly for her age Robert." 

Then she rolled the long nipples in her fingers and pulled on the rings as Jaye moaned.

Maggie looked at James.

"This the one you gave her?" "No, mine is in her cunt!" 

"Spread ya legs honey!" 

With that Maggie pulled up Jaye's skirt, stroked her cunt lips and tugged on her rings. Jaye bit her lip, let out a moan and her knees sagged. Wetness glistened down her inner thighs.

"Well she sure is hot to trot! You guys must have worked her over real good on the way home!"

Finally, Maggie hooked her finger into the clit ring. "And this is yours, Robert?" "Yep!"

She pulled it gently but firmly, drawing a weak wail from Jaye and causing her to step forward, led by the ring. Then she pulled up on it causing Jaye to rise up on her toes and wail louder.

Maggie grabbed Jaye by the hair with her free hand and tilted her head up while still pulling on the clit ring. 

"Two things to remember, white bitch: First, Robert is mine and nobody tries to take him away; second, we are partners - everything he owns, I own, too! Got that?" 

My wife whimpered "Yes, Ma'am!" 

(If all this sounds reminiscent of Jamal in Jamaica, it should. As I said, Robert had heard the full story and how we had reacted to it. He told me later that he had arranged the scene with Maggie. But I think there was as much real as there was play-acting on her part.)

With that, Maggie let go and took Jaye in Her arms for a big hug. 

"She's wonderful, Robert! Welcome to our home, Honey! D'arnell! Bring out those snacks! Honey, it's almost midnight and I have a million things to do tomorrow so I'm going to bed. You came here for some hot dickin so I'll let y'all get on with it! 

(She looked at me for the first time) 

"I hear you like to watch and do what you're told?"

"Yes Ma'am! -- and play." 

"Well, I imagine you'll get your fill of all three this weekend! Don't play with yourself too much, though....you might need your strength!" 

And with that she gave us both hugs (and squeezed Jaye's tit) and kisses and headed off to bed, telling us where the bathroom was and which towels were ours.

The room fell silent. And then my wife said 

"Gaawd I need some cock!" 

With that James and D'arnell pulled her over to the couch and bent her over, exposing their Black cocks, longer than mine even though still soft. D'arnell plopped onto the couch and pulled Jaye's head forcefully to his Black cock. 

"I want some of what you were given out in the car, bitch!" 

She opened her mouth wide and plunged her head down onto it, then up, then back down, wetting it and taking it deeper each time, putting to good use the practice she had been doing with the 12" Black dildo. 

At the same time, James had flipped up her skirt and positioned that sausage of a Black cock at her cunt. He rubbed it for a moment, then paused to put on a condom, and pushed in hard.

"Oh Gawd! I've been dreaming of this all week! Give me that big cock, James! Pound me! Hurt me!"

And he did.

"Yes! Yes! Ugh! Yes! AhhowwYes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled as she came.

D'arnell then grabbed her head and pushed his long, skinny Black cock slowly as far down her throat as he could. He held her like that for a moment while James stroked hard and deep into her cunt until she started to choke and convulse, whether from orgasm or asphyxia. I had seen her do this many times, and knew she loved it, but the sight always blows me away.

Between the two of them they fucked her hard and fast, not even taking her clothes off. When James came, he changed places with D'arnell, who began to pound her cunt. James removed his condom and poured his cum all over his cock for Jaye to feast on and clean up. Her moans were punctuated at times with "Oww!"s as D'arnell in his excitement would occasionally push his long Black cock too far and bang her cervix. However, when he would pause she would urge him on again.

Somewhere in the course of her spit-roasting, she had a Big Bang, and collapsed to her knees, but they only paused a moment and then continued until they were sated.

When Jaye had sucked them both clean they gave her a swat on the ass, handed me their used condoms and left, telling her they would see her tomorrow for a serious fuck session.

After they left, Robert led her into the bedroom, and I followed. It had a queen bed, a cot, and a bench type arrangement that would allow Jaye to kneel at its side, presenting her ass, cunt and mouth in doggie position, or be mounted on its padded top either belly down or belly up. Robert called it a breeding bench. Additionally, there were several camera tripods and movie lights positioned around the bed. The bed had a rubber sheet and there were plastic tarps all over the floor: Robert was apparently expecting a lot of squirting.

He turned on the lights and cameras then stood there silently. Jaye's demeanor became quieter. She embraced him, and he took her into his arms for a long kiss. Finally he stepped back.

"Get naked, B! Then undress her!!" 

I obeyed, a little embarrassed about my shaved cock and balls, then removed her blouse and skirt. I knelt at the end of the bed. 

Jaye melted into his arms and kissed him again, long and wet.

After returning the kiss, he had her remove his clothes and kneel next to me.

Looking up at him, even I had to admit he was gorgeous in a primal way: Over 6 feet tall, broad shoulders tapering down to narrow hips, huge biceps - one with a barbed wire tattoo encircling it, the other with his college fraternity brand burned into the flesh -- ending in large hands with long delicate fingers (this was added by Jaye - fingers don't do it for me), a rounded belly, small man boobs, tight round buns, and solid, highly muscled thighs. Between them hung His Black Cock -- not the largest -- 9" or so when erect - but very thick, and wider at the base, topped by a rounded, un-circumsized mushroom head and backed by a huge set of balls. He was the human version of a Silverback Gorilla -- power emanating from him.

"Hands behind your backs!"

He stood in front of Jaye and started stroking his Black cock in front of her.

"What do you want, Jaye?"

"I want to be fucked!"

"By whom?"

"By you!"

"How?" Jaye was starting to understand that the tone had changed from lusty gangbang to submission session.

"Any way you want, Sir"

"Any way?"

"Yes Sir, any way! And bareback, please. I want to feel your cum shoot into me!"

"So, you want to be my bitch?"

"Sir! I AM your bitch!"

"If you're my bitch, I must be your Master, right?"

"Yes, sir! You are my Master!"

(What? This was going way past, "You don't need to use condoms!")

He grabbed her hair and pushed his Black cock into her mouth.

"I don't give a crap about what you want! You knew before you came here with your cunt shaved and ass flushed out that you were here to serve me for the next 4 days. The only thing a bitch wants is to please her Master!"

She reached for his Black cock.

"Keep your hands behind your back, bitch! You don't touch your Master's Cock unless he tells you to! And even then you have to earn it!

She complied instantly. He pulled his Black cock out of her mouth and stood there, slowly stroking himself inches from her face, getting harder, letting the situation sink in on us.

"Now if you want me to bareback you don't you think you ought to tell your husband that's what you want?" 

"Yes Sir!"

"Tell him!"

She turned her face to me.

"B, I want Robert to fuck me bareback and use me all weekend!" 

Of course, we had been over all this on the phone and in e-mails, but Robert was playing it out for full effect -- and the realization that we were entering into a very different relationship was sinking in on both of us. And being recorded.

(Again, he paused. His Black cock was hard now.)

He turned to me, his thick Black cock almost touching my lips, and started stroking it faster.

"You all right with that B?" 

"Yes, Sir!" (I was a little surprised how easily I was falling into the submissive role and how right it felt. It had been years since the maintenance man in Jamaica, and although Robert had always been the lead dog, it had never been a Master/slave thing.)

"You want me to dump my cum into her?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"You know I'm gonna use this slut's cunt, ass and mouth all weekend?" 

"Yes, Sir!"

He moved his thick, hard Black cock closer, softly stroking my face with it, sliding down to graze my lips, then moving on. My jaw fell open at the silky caress.

He pulled back away from my face, still stroking his Black cock. My eyes focused on it like a mouse mesmerized by a snake -- it was all I could see. All I wanted.

"I'm gonna loan her out, too. Maybe even sell her mouth and ass as well as her cunt! You all right with that, too?" 

"Y.Y.Yes Sir!"

A drop of pre-cum emerged from his cock slit. I licked my lips, and leaned toward it. He pulled back.

"You want me to whore her out, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."

He moved close again and touched my lips with the tip, wiping the pre-cum onto them. (A reward?) Then he moved away.

"And you want to lick up my cum from her holes, don't you?" 

"Ohhhh! Yes, Sir." 

He continued stroking that magnificent Black cock - moving it toward my lips and then pulling away. 

More pre-cum emerged. He squeezed it out onto my cheek and used the tip to rub it into my face. Another groan. (Where was Jaye? Why isn't she doing something to save me? She knows my weakness. We are supposed to protect each other from ourselves. Gawd! I want this Dominant Black Man to control me. I want His Big Black Cock in my mouth and ass!) 

"And you know it's gonna be that way between us from now on. Not just this weekend. Up until now you two have been swingers and kinky sex freaks. From now on, I own her. Whenever we get together, no more of your rules, no more threesomes with you, no more you fucking her before or after me. You only touch her when I say so and you don't fuck her cunt at all when I am around!"

"Y,y,yes Sir." 

"And you want it that way, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir!"

Another drop of pre-cum. This time He let it drop off the tip, making a long, thick ribbon that fell on my waiting tongue. Then He rubbed the leaking tip over my lips. Definitely a reward.

"If that's what you want, shouldn't you ask me?"

"Please, Sir fuck my...." 

"NO Fool! BEG ME!"

Suddenly something in my brain flipped! In a pleading voice I said

"Please Master, please fuck my wife bareback! Shoot Your cum into her! Please use her -- use both of us - any way You want! She's yours! We both are!"

Next to me, Jaye gasped.

i had never thought i would ever do something like this! i was not only handing over control of my wife but of myself too. This wasn't adventure role playing in Jamaica. It was real life.

"Open your mouth!" 

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me on and off His Black Cock several times.

"Too late, boi! Like you heard, she's already my bitch! Has been for 2 years! But now you are, too!"

Leaving me alone in my shame, He pulled out and dragged her to her feet by her hair, held her in His big arms and gave her a long wet kiss which she returned, grinding her naked body into His. 

Suddenly the mood changed again - from D/s to romance. 

She melted her body into His and they kissed again, their hands were all over each other. Softly, lovingly. She dropped to her knees in front of Him. 

"What do you want?" (Spoken gently) 

"Please let me suck your cock, Master!"

"What will you do to earn it? Eat my ass?"

(Snap! Back to D/s - Jaye's eyelids were starting to droop and she was obviously breathing through her mouth)




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 17



"B, beg me to let her eat my ass!" 

"Please Sir, let her stick her tongue up Your ass hole and lick it!"

"What about you, bitch?"

"Yes Sir, please let me eat your ass out!" (Jaye had done the act for the first time in Jamaica, and a time or two since, but it was rare)

He lay on the bed and raised his legs. My wife moved her head between His ass cheeks and started to lick and suck.

"Make your tongue hard and push in!"

"Deeper!"

"B, push her head in right!"

i placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed my wife's face into His Black ass, released and did it again until she got the rhythm.

After a while He told her to move up to His huge balls -- she happily gave them a tongue bath, licking and sucking them individually into her mouth. Finally, He gave her permission to suck His semi-erect cock. But no hands.

After several minutes, He pulled her up to Him and they kissed deeply (back to romance mode). 

Gently, He rolled her onto her back. She automatically splayed her knees as wide and high as she could, giving Him full access to her juicing cunt. He got up on His knees in preparation for mounting her and called me over.

"B, stick My cock into your wife's cunt!"

Master's Big Black Cock was hard now and heavy, with veins bulging. My fingers barely encircled it. 

With one hand i spread Jaye's cunt lips and with the other i grasped Him at the base, which left 5 to 6" of thick sausage sticking out, and rubbed the mushroom against my wife's cunt lips, gently separating them and easing past the cunt and clit rings emplaced as trophies by Her Black masters.

"By the way, it's not your wife's cunt anymore! She's not your wife, she's my bitch and I own her cunt!" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"And you want it that way, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" (The submissive side of me had taken over completely. The Dominant side seemed to be locked in a closet where it could see what was happening, but was powerless to control anything.)

i pressed the thick Black rod between her cunt lips about half the depth of the mushroom, then out, spreading the juices around her cunt mouth. Then in deeper, then out, then in deeper.

When i had Him inserted up to my hand, Master (as i now thought of Him) told me to move away, and started a slow, gentle rhythm. Her eyes were closed now, her arms around His thick body, moaning softly about how wonderful He felt.

Primed by the boys and with her head in full submissive slut mode, she was soon moaning louder, eyes closed, mouth slack, her white body softly undulating under His rounded Black belly, her legs wrapped around His massive thighs, arms around His neck, pulling Him deeper into her. 

The light glinted off her wedding and engagement rings. The force of His thrusts made her small tits jiggle and the nipple rings bounce. i don't think i had ever seen her more beautiful.

Then He flipped her onto her belly and started pounding into her. The sight of His massive Black body enveloping her, and her white skin contrasting with His Blackness, moaning and urging Him on, was so beautiful, i was in awe for a moment, then started jerking my cock in time with His thrusts.

Finally He pulled her to her knees and told me to get underneath her in a 69. In this position i had a view of His thick Black Cock sliding into her cunt only inches from my face. She grabbed my cock and started to suck but He told her not to and as soon as He started His rhythm, she just held on and moaned about how good He felt.

His tempo increased and so did her moans urging Him on, to fuck her, to cum in her. Suddenly He growled and stiffened and she let out a yell.

"Oh gawd! I can feel him shoot into me! So hard! And it's so hot!"

He slapped her ass and told her to talk only to Him, her Master.

Underneath them i could see His cock and balls pulse time and again and felt Master's bitch squirt onto my face.

After a short pause, He started to bang away at her again. Faster and faster. Then i saw it -- His cum mixed with her juices whipped to a froth and pushed out of her cunt along His Black shaft. 

Her Big Bang approached and she begged for permission to cum. After it hit, Master rode it out, pulling more orgasms from her, then stopped and withdrew.

As He did, His now-softening 9" of very thick Black cock covered in white foam flopped onto my face. i quickly opened my mouth and sucked on what i could reach.

She was hit by another spasm, and then another, which resulted in gobs of cum being pushed out to fall into my open mouth. Again i swallowed and started to clean, but she was too weak to stay on her knees. She flopped on her back and i gently continued to bathe her cunt with my tongue while she licked and sucked our Master clean.

After one or two more spasms from my tongue while they cuddled, Jaye said she was too sensitive and needed to rest to be ready for tomorrow.

Master grinned and wished us a good night, turned off the cameras and lights, and left for His bedroom and Maggie. On the way out, He told me to sleep on the cot.

Jaye rolled over and hugged me. 

"Thank you so much for this, B. But you haven't had any yet! You can't have my cunt, but I'll jerk you off if you want!" 

So i took her up on a slow, gentle hand job. When i came she directed my cum over her tits and cradled my head, cooing like a mother to a baby, as I licked it off. 

"What was that about you giving both of us to him? What happened to my man being my man? And protecting me?"

"I thought you didn't want to be protected from him."

"Not from him, but there are other aspects. You can't look after me if you are his slave! What's going on in your head?" 

"I don't know. The feelings and words just flowed out. You didn't stop me. But, it's just for the weekend, right?"

She lifted my head off her tits and looked at me for a long moment then hugged me to her breast again.

"We'll see."

We cuddled a little more, then she told me to go to the cot, where i ran my mental video of the evening over and over until i fell asleep.

Thanksgiving Day:

i woke up to piss about 6AM. Master's bitch was gone. 

On my way back i passed by Master's and Maggie's bedroom. The door was half open and i could see Master, doing Maggie doggie style, Her ass cheeks rippling with the thrusts and Her large boobs swinging wildly. 

But the startling thing was that Master's bitch was underneath Maggie in a 69 as i had been last night (i couldn't see her face because of Maggie's heavy thighs, but her wedding rings were visible as she gripped Maggie's hips.)!

As i watched, Maggie came, moaning. He looked up and told me to come in.

"Clean up your Mistress!" 

He ordered as He rolled off. Master's bitch moved out from under Mistress and commenced to lick His deflating cock.

i approached the bed and lowered myself between Mistress's wide spread thighs and thick bush. There was cum all over.

"Get to work boi! I got a dinner to get ready!"

So i commenced to lick and suck Master's cum from Her hairy snatch through a massive orgasm while Master's bitch cleaned her Bull. (This became our morning routine: Master would service Mistress with his cock and Jaye and i would service Them with our mouths)

While i was working on Mistress, Master and His bitch left the room. When i was done and She was coming down, i started to head back to our room, passing by Their master bath on my way out. 

Through the partially open door i could see Master at the john, His bitch kneeling next to him and holding His Big Black Cock while He pissed. When He was done He shoved it into Her mouth to lick off and swallow the last drops. i was shocked -- but she wasn't hesitating. Quietly, i headed back to our bedroom.

After breakfast, Master and i set up the cameras and computers in our bedroom while Mistress and Master's bitch made dinner, calling bitch in from time to time to strip down to check focuses, lighting balances and angles.

Dinner was just the 4 of us -- D'arnell was at his Mother's, James was with his baby momma and kid. Mistress and Jaye then laid out a spread for evening sandwiches, while Master and i set up the keg and hard liquor.

James and D'arnell showed up about 2 and Mistress left to spend the rest of the day and evening with Her Mother and sisters. 

As soon as She left, Master told His bitch and i to strip, and after feeling her up until she was squirming, the boys took her into the bedroom. i followed, turned on the cameras, and buried my face in her cunt and ass, licking her until she was sopping wet and ready for them, while she sucked them in turn and they played with her tits and nipple rings. 

Then they started to fuck. i checked the cameras again to make sure everything was running, then went out to Master. The scene in the bedroom, besides being recorded, was being piped into the big screen TV in the den.

i watched. As usual, it was beautiful and stirred something in my psyche, but I was thinking of other things. i asked Master about last night -- had it been role playing or real? 

"Does it matter? Either way the result is the same for the rest of the weekend. But, you and Jaye are a special couple. If I tried to enforce total control on you two, you would leave. Then we all lose - I lose her as a submissive slut to dominate, she loses a source of safe Black cock and the threatening situations she gets off on, and you lose the ability watch her get fucked and to suck my cum out of her - and periodically to suck my cock. All could be replaced in time, but we have a great thing going right now. I'm satisfied with total control while we are together.

So again -- it doesn't matter if it was for real or role playing -- the result for all three of us this weekend is the same. Jaye is up for playing it out 100%. How about you?"

"i guess so" 

He fished His Black Cock out of His sweatpants and started to jack it off.

"Come over here." 

i got on my knees and shuffled over to His spread legs, my eyes once again fastened on His sausage. He peeled back the foreskin and kept stroking until He saw me lick my lips.

"Don't guess. Be sure."

i was sure. i had thought about it for hours last night as i lay on the cot. This was not role playing for a weekend. Jaye had made her decision. This was to be her life. And although part of me tried to fight it, i knew what my decision had to be. i could only hope Jaye would accept me in a submissive role to Master. An emerging drop of pre-cum from Master's Black Cock sealed the deal.

"Yes, Master, i'm sure. 100%"

"Good, then prove it by sucking on my Big Black Cock, pussy boi, so I can fuck my bitch with it!"

Pulling down His sweat pants, i freed His thick Black cock and hefted it, then lowered my head onto it, pushing my tongue into His pee-slit to capture the pre-cum. The rubbery head felt so good in my mouth. 

Although i had fluffed or cleaned a couple of cocks during our Adventuring over the last 5 years, the situations had always required that i hold back control for our safety. Between Master's legs, i felt totally safe and just let go as i had in Jamaica.

i swirled my tongue around it and then gently closed my lips and started sucking. Copying my wife, i lowered my head further on each stroke, making sure to keep my lips soft and wet. Wet was no problem: after a few strokes my saliva was running freely down His Big Black Cock.

As He began to harden and lengthen, and my mouth stretched to engulf it, i slipped even deeper into sub-space. The Big Black Cock in my mouth was the only thing in my world. So much so that i was not aware that the scene in the bedroom had ended and Master's bitch and the boys were standing there watching us.

"I thought so!" His bitch exclaimed. 

"You didn't waste any time, cock sucker!"

i started to lift up but Master pushed my head back down on His meat.

"Remember, he gave both of you to serve me any way I wanted if I would bareback you. Not a bad deal -- for me. Right now he's getting me ready to give you another load. Did you loosen her up boys?"

They said they had, all three holes, and Master's bitch confirmed that she was primed.

The three of us headed for the bedroom. Jaye finished stripping Master and once again melted into His arms, kissing Him like it was their wedding night, their hands all over each other. He lowered her onto the bed, spread her legs, and told me to check if her cunt and ass were ready. 

Eagerly, i pushed my tongue into both holes. There was no resistance.

Again, He had me guide His Big Black Cock into her cunt a little at a time. She wanted it harder and kept arching her back trying to impale herself. He told me not to let her, so i held her down with one hand while i pushed His Black sausage into her. She groaned at the teasing. Finally He was in and told me to kneel at the side of the bed, hands behind my back. 

He started to stroke into her slowly, building up speed and a rhythm. She was undulating her body underneath Him, receiving his thickness deep into her, covering it with her juices.

Suddenly, He stopped and withdrew. She cried out and wrapped her legs around His hips to pull Him back in.

He held her legs back and told me to push His cock into her ass. Once again i grasped that thick club but this time rubbed it around her anus. It was stretched from her earlier session with the boys and His Big Black Cock was wet from her cunt so the head went in on the first push. Then out, then i pushed it in harder.

"Yessss! Oh yesssss!" Hissed the slut underneath Him. 

i jammed His Black Cock deeper in several more times. She whimpered a little and I took perverse delight in her discomfort. At about half way, He waved me away.

He started a rhythm -- slow, pause to let her process, then a little faster. i could tell from her moans and encouragement that she was truly primed and He could have gone faster and harder, but He was making a point: He was in control. 

She reached her hands down to play with her clit and he slapped her face. Another proof He was now in control -- He had never hit her in the 4 years we had been playing together.

Long strokes all the way in ("AAGH!") and back out, finally all the way out, then back into her gaping ass until He could go in and out totally without stopping. 

His bitch was urging Him on, telling Him how good it felt and how she wanted to feel His hot cum in her ass.

On one outstroke, He shifted and pushed His Black cock into her mouth. She gagged. He stroked a few times then withdrew and went back into her ass in one hard stroke. 

Now He was alternating: ass, mouth, ass, mouth. His bitch was grunting and moaning, her head snapping back and forth, her nails raking Master's back. It occurred to me that James and D'arnell were getting a real show on the TV.

He speeded up, but still kept up His alternation between her holes. Finally, He came with a series of grunts which triggered another orgasm in her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! It feels like a stream of hot water up my ass!"

He lay on top of her awhile while He stroked her hair and played with her nipples. She was cooing and stroking His chest. i could tell she hadn't cum but she obviously didn't mind. After a few minutes, He rolled off her, and told me to clean the goo that was starting to ooze out of Her stretched asshole.

She was sucking His Big Black Cock clean of her cunt and ass juices and His cum, but guided my Head to her cunt first, an unspoken order to bring her off. i alternated between holes until she was clean and had Her Big Bang.

As she came down, Master took her hand and led her to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. In a couple of minutes, i heard the shower running and figured He wanted some private time, so i made sure the cameras were ready for the next events. 

Shortly after, Master's brother and nephew arrived. They were the other two of the five who took Jaye to Vegas. 

He introduced us by our new names -- bitch and pussy boi -- and had me serve them drinks on my knees and then suck His brother and the boys hard while they took their turns fucking His new bitch.

Over the rest of the afternoon and evening 8-10 guys wandered in and out to see Master's new bitch. In between being taken into the bedroom by the "family," bitch proudly paraded around naked, being groped and pushed to the floor for cock sucking and ball and ass licking to the laughter and jeers of whoever was there. 

During the bowl games, the TV was shifted to them. Bets were made on each quarter and bitch had to perform whatever act the winners wanted. i was kept busy serving drinks and licking balls and assholes, and again taken into the bedroom to suck Master hard so that He could shoot into His bitch.

Mistress came home around 10 and the remaining guys left. Master took His bitch and i into the bedroom where we both sucked Him hard and then He fucked her on the soaked tarp. She had been fucked 12 times, six of them in her cunt, and it was getting raw. This last one i could tell wasn't pleasurable for her but He wanted it so she did it. i cleaned up and He left us.

About an hour later, Master called us to His bedroom.

"Your Mistress wants some. bitch, you get Her ready and pussy boi, you get Me hard!"

In a few minutes, both Master and Mistress were ready and Master administered a long, masterful fucking which brought Mistress off twice, while bitch licked Her clit and i knelt at the side of the bed. When They were done i cleaned Mistress and bitch cleaned Master, then we were dismissed for the night. Back in our room, Master's bitch reminded me that my place was on the cot. She didn't offer to get me off. 

Friday and Saturday were more of the same: both of us servicing Master and Mistress in the morning, Master cumming in bitch 3 to 4 times a day, and bitch taking any Black visitors in between. 

My duties were mostly to clean His cum from her cunt and ass, firmly fixing my slave name as pussy boi, although one time Mistress grabbed me by the cock and dragged me into Her room while Master and James were busy with bitch. As i licked Her hairy snatch, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up on top of Her.

"Never had a white cock before! Show me what you got!" 

It was the only time I got to sink my cock into a woman all weekend.

Friday was light, but Saturday, with more bowl games, was almost as busy as Thanksgiving. Additionally, Friday and Saturday nights we all went to some Black clubs. 

Master's bitch was dressed in her short skirt, see through blouse, hoop ear rings, high heeled shoes, and whore makeup. Master let it be known that she was available and she was passed from partner to partner who openly felt her up. 

Mistress flirted with the Black men who were waiting a turn, finally latching onto one short, skinny guy. 

Most of bitch's partners wanted more than dancing. Master had her give several hand jobs, making sure she let them cum on her blouse, then get under the table and give blow jobs, making sure they came on her face. Several wanted to take her out back and fuck her, but Master said no until, on Saturday evening, one large Black man peeled off $100. bitch was sitting by Master's side and looked at Him. Looking straight into her eyes, Master said, 

"OK, go fuck her. But it'll only cost $50 -- she's a cheap whore!"

Without hesitation, bitch took the stranger by the hand, looked around the table and asked, 

"Anybody want to come watch a cheap whore get fucked?" 

We all headed for the parking lot, except Mistress - she was on the dance floor with her "mouse", pulling his head deep into her lush cleavage. 

At his car, the john pulled open bitch's blouse and proceeded to maul her tits and finger her cunt for the small crowd. Then he pushed her into the back seat and stood there while she sucked him hard. Finally, he pushed her back onto the seat, put on a condom, shoved his Black cock into her and started to fuck her hard. 




Jamaican Holiday Ch. 17



After a few strokes, he rose up and slapped her face and tits.

"Make some noise, bitch, this is some good Black Cock you're getting! Show some appreciation!"

i moved forward to protect her, but Master stopped me and told me to get on my knees.

"Whores need reminding sometimes."

Master's bitch started to moan, telling him how good he was, how big, and urging him to fuck her harder.

When he was done, two others paid for and took her in succession, also slapping her face and tits for the fun of it and knowing they could. bitch had an orgasm with the third one, which made the crowd applaud and jeer.

We went home after that, where Master scolded bitch about how to behave as a whore, punctuating His points with slaps to her face, tits and cunt. bitch cried and promised not to disappoint Him again. Then He had me prep her and fucked her. By the time He was done, Mistress was already asleep so He stayed with His bitch while i went to my place on the cot.

Sunday after breakfast and a morning cum deposit, Master had arranged that a tattoo /piercing parlor would be open. His bitch's nipple and cunt lip piercings were opened up to take 8 gage rings and two more were added to her cunt lips. Opening up the existing holes was merely uncomfortable, but going direct to 8 gage on the new piercings really hurt. 

After the bleeding stopped, Master had bitch give the piercing guy a blow job. An interesting aspect was that the new rings are so large and heavy they won't stay folded up into her cunt. Without panties, which she hasn't worn since Jamaica and is now formally forbidden except in special circumstances, they fall out and hang down. A great visual.

They folded them up as best they could, covered the assemblage with a maxi-pad and had her put on a bikini bottom to hold everything tight. An oxycodone and two shots of Jim Beam and we headed for the airport and a private screening with the Black TSA agents. 

Jaye (Master was no longer present)was in serious discomfort so we skipped our usual games in Chicago.

Jaye was quiet and distant both on the trip and for a couple of weeks after, only perking up when Master would call her. i tried to draw her out, but she would evade. 

Finally, as i pressed again, she told me that she was upset about my submissiveness and giving myself to Master. i countered that she had, also. She said that was different. We talked for a while and made love later that night and things seemed to get better.