10 comments/ 52941 views/ 3 favorites Antigua Ch. 01 By: Rich447 My wife Marie is a slender attractive woman of forty-four. We have somehow been able to make it through twenty years and two children together. She is a stay at home mom, and I am self-employed, so we both work very hard-she, raising our sweet children, and me, trying to keep the family afloat. We rarely get away alone, but last Fall was an exception. Grandma and Grandpa took the kids to Disneyland (again), and we had four days to ourselves. We seized the opportunity to return to one of our favorite Caribbean hideaways, the Hawksbill Resort on the Island of Antigua. If you've ever been to the Hawksbill, you know why it's enchanting: It's quite desolate and remote. There are a few cottages, two restaurants, and three private beaches. The third beach is on the far end of the resort, and stretches for miles, off the property, and opens up to the rest of the island. This is the clothing optional beach, and the one we most frequent. I do say there are not many Americans here, but lots of Italians and Swedes. My wife and I have discussed the prospects of swinging, but have never carried through with it. The reason is simple: Sex with us must be spontaneous. Swinging means you have to plan for it, and trust me, that's not on my wife's agenda. I have also told her that I would love to see her with another man; while I love women, I would love more to see her at her peak excitement and I would rather have her be the center of attention. In short, with my wife enjoying another man in the room, I could scarcely focus on another partner of my own. On our second night there, one of the waiters, Jawan, took a fancy to my wife. I do confess, he was a tad young, perhaps, twenty or so, and looked awfully sharp. He wore a white tux as our server with a bow tie, and his skin was as black as coal. He was young and nervous and stumbled every time he came by with our food. I knew he was trying to get a look down my wife's blouse. And yes, she did look pretty that night, as she always does. "Whew", Marie said, fanning herself with the hankerchief. I knew why she was so happy. "I know," I said. She raised her foot under the table and started to massage the lump in my pants with her stockinged foot. Yes, I did get laid that night! The next day we lounged by the pool, and, towards the late afternoon, worked our way down the path to the nude beach. It's a little embarrassing, but only a little, because everyone knows where you're going if you bypass beach one and two. But we really didn't much care. As we set our towels down on the sand, Marie let her top fall and started rubbing suntan oil over the two of us. "I have to get my hair wet first," she said. The sea salt would lighten her hair. As I followed her into the water, we dove and frolicked. The warm Caribbean water felt wonderful. She swam over to me and threw her arms around me, my erection pointing into her stomach. "I wonder how the children are doing," she said. "They're fine," I whispered. "Look, we have this whole place to ourselves." The beach was virtually empty. Everyone was getting ready for dinner. I followed my wife out, and we both plaid down naked on our towels in the arm sand. And then I heard the rhythmic splashing. "Who is that" she said? Marie covered her eyes. I could barely see myself with the sun setting straight out in front of us. But I did see enough of a small, dark- haired head swimming parallel to the shore across of us. "Hey". It was Jawan. My wife waved high and motion for him to come in. "Where are you going?" Marie said. "Fancy seeing you swimming". Jawan swam into shore and climbed out of the water. He was totally naked and was totally black except for the pink on the bottom of his feet….and the last inch of his penis. "Hey, mon," he said, smiling, as he approached us from the water. He was his usual jovial self, and, out of uniform—I mean, really out of uniform—his youth showed. He was dripping wet and plopped down on the sand next to us, my wife's side of course, and then I noticed what my wife had been staring at. As he dropped on his back, he had thick muscular legs and a belly button that protruded. His penis slapped back against his belly, nestled in a soft bush of wirey black pubic hair, and his balls were taught from the water and swim. He was also uncircumsized. Marie had never seen an uncircumsized penis before. There was not one inch of fat on him. Marie rolled on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, her long chestnut hair drying over her shoulders. He asked us where we were from, how long we were staying. His lived with his mother still about ten minutes from the resort and had been working there for two months. "Oh, wow," Marie suddenly said. I looked over at Jawan who was suddenly embarrassed. He was starting to sport an erection, the large pink head of his penis was poking out of it's skin. "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry. That cool wind." "Please," Marie said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I had just never seen—" She stopped herself short. "Well, you know. Most men in the states don't have a foreskin." I will tell you by now I was rock solid, and trying to hide my own hardon in the sand. Jawan's penis fully extended, looking like a black nine inch banana. His cock was curved and the large pink head was fully distended. "Oh, I'm the one that should be apologizing," Marie said. "Well," he said, looking at her, "I do admit you're an attractive woman." Marie looked at me. "Sorry, sweetie. I just never—" I had to seize the opportunity. "That's okay, babe. We're on vacation." The chance had come. I looked at Jawan, he looked at Marie, and we all started laughing, him laying there with a huge erection, and me with mine buried in the sand. I leaned over to my wife and whispered in her ear, "I want you to touch it." "Excuse me, " she said! "Well," I sighed, "you can't let the poor lad go home like that!" Maried laughed and looked at Jawan. "Would you mind," she said? "I never—" "Please, ma'am—do not be ridiculous." Marie's tiny white hand slowly reached over an grabbed Jawan's long black cock. She gently worked the foreskin over the head, back and forth. "That's kind of cool," Marie said, staring at it with complete curiosity. She was more interested in studying the way the skin moved than what might actually happen if she kept her hand movement up. "I'm here for you, ma'am," Jawan said, his ass starting to rhythmically move up and down in the sand as Marie's hand slowly moved up and down. I was so excited and thrilled, I cannot explain the feeling to you. Jawan laid down with his huge hard on in the air, feeling Marie's hand. I bent over for a better view, and gently kissed her on the back of the head. But her attention was completely focused elsewhere. "Oops," Marie said. A viscous string of pre come oozed from his tip, which she wiped clean with her forefinger. Jawan was going to let loose any moment. "And over here we have—" "Oh, crap, Jawan said "Another bus arrived. The new group of tourists are going to be on this beach any second. Marie's hand stopped it's moving, but clung to his penis. We all turned to the path, and heard the tour guide. They were still on beach one, but moving this way. "You better hurry," I said. Was I actually coaking him to come? "Are you sure," Marie asked, looking me in the eyes for the first time. "Happy, Birthday, " I said. "I'm sure. Marie pushed Jawan back and bent over him, taking his cock into her mouth. "Oh, mon," he said. He was wide-eyed, looking at the path, looking at me for my reaction, and looking at Marie sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. I spooned Marie and kissed the back of her bobbing head as a signal of my approval. I gently rubbed her tummy and slid my hand between her legs. She was sopping. "Oh, shit"—Jawan thrust up and whinced. Marie cupped his balls. His nipples hardened, and goose bumps covered his skin. Those were the only signs I knew he was ejaculating. Marie had half his cock in her mouth and stopped her own rhythm, gently holding the cock and balls still. Jawan let out a large sigh and collapsed back in the sand. Marie sat up, and rolled over, just as the contingency of new tourists rounded the bend. The bus driver waved at us, and quickly turned around, with no idea of what he missed. I stole a glance at Jawan's cock. The large ebony banana was now deflating. The only evidence of his orgasm was one large drop of white and clear sperm oozing out of the head, as it buried itself back in the foreskin. He picked up Marie's hand and gave her a quick kiss. "I must go to work, " he smiled. She touched his arm and he went back into the water and swam away. We waived goodbye again, and then sat there in silence, the two of us. "I'm very sorry, " Marie said. I touched her chin and turned her face to me. I bent over to kiss her, and only then, as I neared her lips, did I smell the alkaline smell of ejaculate. "Someone's been a bad girl, " I said. And I leaned over and kissed her. The smell was so intoxicating, I slid my tongue into her mouth. I tasted remnants of his semen and her saliva mixed, and that odor was unmistakable. I was so turned on, I squirted right into the sand. She looked down at the puddle of come in the warm sand, and jacked the last few drops out. "You're not mad at me?" she said, looking down at the sand to make sure there was none left. "You've never looked more beautiful, " I said, and kissed her again. Antigua Ch. 02 In a way, sex is a funny topic. Funny, I say, in the sense that it never wears dull. We have been having sex since the dawn of time, and yet still, it is the sexuality of women that drives us crazy. Their bodies, their warmth…..a man will never have the true power a woman has. But what drives us more wild is their knowledge of us: Of how to touch us. Women seem to know the secrets of men's sexuality more than we know their dirty little secrets, and the essence of sex is that: They know us. Virtually every couple that has been together a long time has discussed swinging and swapping. If they haven't discussed it, they at least thought it to themselves. If they haven't thought it to themselves, they are dull and boring and give themselves far more credit for extravagance than they deserve. Every long term relationship mandates fantasy. And so, this brings us to part 2 of our tale in Antigua. So interesting in the responses I have received! Oh, you write well, one said—but I can't stand the subject matter. Then why comment? But I will tell you something else: Marriage demands change and open-mindedness. If you like to hang out at the pool hall having a beer, or watching football while you're wife is in the kitchen, thinking she's content, the joke is on you. Women love the attention of two men; nature practically demands it to assure conception. But as a husband, if I am going to wander, my wife gets the same chance. That's why we've been together so long. It's called fairness—not cuckoldry. Cuckoldry is when you're dominated. I'm not dominated in this story; I 'm watching my wife have fun, and enjoying watching her have fun, sharing it with her The difference between me and you, then, is that I'm having fun with my wife. Your wife is having fun without you. Which is better? That night we went home and had sex like crazy. We showered and hit the sheets and made love twice. Every time I kissed my wife I had all these rampant images going through my mind. More particularly, I noticed a difference in her: She was vivacious and sexy and just seemed more open. "Are you sure you're not mad at me," she asked once more. "I swear", I said. She kissed me on the cheek. "You're a very special husband." "Sweetie, " I said. "I'm a whole lot happier you're having fun in front of me than behind my back." "Really?" "I've never cheated on you. I don't think you've ever cheated on me. It was fun watching you—you were so totally sexual. It was a side I never saw, but do hope I see again." "Oh, sweetheart." "Can I make a confession, " I said, tracing my finger up the hair from her pubic bone to her belly button. She giggled. "I wouldn't have minded if you fucked him." "What?" She pushed me away. "You'd hate me for it." "Listen, " I said—"Fess up—would you have?" Marie looked down at her crotch. "Probably." "I'm not going to lie," I said. "A lot of men have a fantasy about seeing their wives get fucked." "Really?" "Really. We're almost forty five years old. How many great years of fucking do we have left? We've been together. Our marriage can stand it. What do you say?" "You're nuts! How?" "Answer me now," I said, grabbing her arm. "Don't you have this 'two cocks at once' fantasy?" "Sweetheart," Marie said, rubbing my arm. "I love you. What if you don't like it? Once we go there, there's no going back." "You looked beautiful back there, Marie. You were so erotic. You had such control over the situation." Marie shifted her legs and slid a finger into her vagina where I just came twice. Her finger glistened with our juices and she placed it on the tip of her tongue. "Prrrrr", she said, and turned off the light. The next morning at breakfast we acted as if nothing happened. Marie wore a red floral sun dress, and the Caribbean wind was blowing her auburn hair over her shoulders. We had our breakfast and headed down to our usual place on the beach. We had to fly out tomorrow, and if Marie was going to have the time of her life, it had to be today. And sure enough, as if by clockwork, Jawan went swimming by us again, his small dark head bobbing in the waves. This time he swam right by us, to the next pier. Marie was almost insulted, I could tell, with her, "Where's he going?" But after Jawan touched the pillars a few hundred yards down, he stopped in the water across from us, all out of breath. Marie sat up, her pink breasts glistening with lotion. "There you are." Jawan crawled up on the beach, naked as a jaybird, and collapsed next to her on an empty towel. He was laying on his stomach, his ass in the air, and his long flaccid cock poking out from under his stomach. "Hey, mon," he said, his dreadlocks dripping water. He gave me a hi five. "I have bad news", Marie said, shifting nervously. She had that little cat-like grin on her face, and stared at me. "What's the matter," Jawan said? "We leave tomorrow," Marie said. Jawan sighed. "Oh, I thought you were mad over yesterday." "Please," Marie said. "I'm mad we don't have more time to spend together." Jawan, all but nineteen, shifted nervously and smiled at Marie. He looked to the side and noticed his face was almost perfectly in line with her auburn bush. Marie shifted her legs open and said, "Why don't you have a little snack. You look so hungry." Jawan looked at me and I nodded my head. He leaned over and gently started sniffing my wife's cunt and parting her lips with his broad nose. Marie closed her eyes and moaned, turning her face up to the blue sky. "Oh, dear, that feels good." Jawan got into it, climbing between her legs, never missing a lap. He had a full blown erection now, and Marie kept grinding her pussy into his face. Without warning, she grabbed him by the ears, bucked hard, and came on his face. Jawan looked up, his face wet with her pussy juices, and tried not to laugh. "You like that, ma'am?" "Whew!" Jawan, anticipating it was his turn, started to roll on his back for another blow job. "No," Marie said, grabbing his arm. "I want you inside me this time." "Ma'am?" "Fuck me." Nervously looking at me, Jawan climbed between my wife's legs. Marie bent her knees to the sky, keeping her feet on the ground, and guided his long black erection. First the large pink tip spread her vagina open, and then he slid in. She looked so beautiful, I cannot tell you. She reached out and touched my hand and tried to grab my prick. I bent over and gently sucked her nipples. And Jawan treated her just like a proper lady, caressing her thighs and kissing her neck while his black ass cheeks pumped away between her legs. Every time he stroked into her, her breasts moved away from my mouth with his rhythm. I kissed her, nearly knocking heads with him. Her skin was flush. I slid my hand down, massaging her clit, and I felt his shaft touching the tips of my fingers as it slid in and out of her. Marie kept her eyes closed, sweating in the hot sun, as Jawan pumped away. When I heard him start to breath heavy, I knew he was going to come. Would he be mad? I didn't think so. He pressed Marie closer to him, and I slid my hands further down, finding his scrotum. It had thin wirey hairs on it, and his balls were taught inside. It was very cool to the touch. Cupping his scrotum, I used my fingers and massaged the muscle between his balls and his anus. He kept thrusting. "Give it to me," Marie said. Jawan grunted, stopped moving, and I felt the large muscle behind his balls start to pulse. After about 7 or 8 times, it stopped and he collapsed on Marie. I rolled back, watching him hold her, his black body intertwined with hers. Her legs still propped up, her hands rubbing his back. He whispered something, she laughed, and suddenly I felt like a third party. Marie's chest and face were flush with red. I'm actually happy he was acting like he loved her. If it was a cheap use, I would not have been happy. And after Jawan left, swimming home, Marie stayed there, her legs in the air, her elbow crooked over her eyes blocking the sun, enjoying the good screwing she just had. "I think you're forgetting someone," I said. I still hadn't come. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, pulling me on top of her. As I started to mount her, she stopped me. "Baby," she said. "Yeah?" "You do know he came like a bastard, don't you?" "Huh?" "I let him squirt inside me." "Oh, I know." "Will that bother you? Feeling another man's sperm in there? I can go take a quick swim." "Don't be silly," I said, and slid in. I can't tell you—the feeling was incredible. Her insides were so wet and warm. And she was right—Jawan squirted a huge load in her. In a way, it felt odd; in a way, it felt fantastic. "This is sloppy seconds," I said to her. "It's missing one thing," she said, trailing a finger down my ass. "You're sperm, too." And with that, I exploded. That day changed our lives. We sat by the pool, lounged on the beach, drank pina coladas at the bar, and we had one dirty secret no one else knew—Marie was sitting there with the semen from two different men in her. An oddity? A fluke? I will never look at my wife again. She has changed—or I just discovered her, for sure. We will never know our wives until we see them in their full sexual peak. And we can share it with them. Or they can do it behind our backs. Antigua Ch. 03 A light rain starting that evening. After dinner, I held Marie under my arm and wrapped her in my suit to keep her dry. It was a warm Caribbean rain, the kind we could have frolicked in if we weren't in dress clothes. I still found it titillating that Marie had sex with two men that day. That she sat there at the dinner table, her long slender legs crossed, enclosing the warm semen of two separate unions. It was so sexy, I cannot tell you! Unfortunately, the plane was leaving in the morning, and tonight would not be a party night. We had to pack and get to bed early for the taxi to the airport. After we worked our way back to our cabin, Marie lay on the bed and I went to the closet to take off my shoes and tie. I saw her reflection in the mirror, the long red gown parted just above her tan stocking thigh, the auburn hair propped up on one elbow looking at me. She had a slightly different look in her eye—perhaps the look of a woman that cheated? "Sit next to me," she said, tapping the bed spread. I kicked off my last shoe and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her tummy through her dress. She looked absolutely stunning, and her hand rubbed her own tummy in a slow circular motion, perhaps wondering the same thing I was wondering. "This was an interesting day," Marie said. I bent over and gave her a slow kiss, our mouths interlocking. I leaned back and gazed into her eyes. "This has been an interesting vacation," I said. Marie smiled and let her head fall back on the pillow. I gently parted her thighs, and she accommodated me by opening them. I slid my finger tips underneath the top of the stocking, underneath her underwear, and gently started massaging her full auburn mons. "Listen, sweetie", I said. Her hips lifted to dry hump me. "What happened down here stays down here." She nodded. "Will you still love me when we get back? Will this change us?" "Of course I'll still love you. Did this change us? Of course it did. I'm not exactly sure how. Maybe this is something that will continue. Maybe it was just a fantasy, and it'll be like it never happened. But yeah, we changed. We've been together a long time, babe. I'm not leaving you now." I extended my middle finger and slid it down further, slowing parting her labia, starting at the clitoris and inching downward. She was very wet. Her pink thighs parted further and I slid my finger all the way in her, feeling the mixture of semen and her juices. I slowly pulled my finger out and it glistened under the light. I held it up her to her lips, and she inhaled. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted and I slid the finger between her lips. She gently sucked the come off of it. "I've never been so turned on," she said, and she leaned over and grabbed my erection through my trousers as I bent over and kissed her. And then there was a knock on the door. "Oh, my God," she said, and closed her legs tightly. I sat up straight and tried to hide the bulge in my pants. We composed ourselves and I walked to the door, opening it a crack. There was a young black woman, about twenty, standing at the door in her housekeeping uniform. "Our bags aren't ready yet," I started to explain. The girl was beautiful Her skin was black and shiny, and her hair laid over her shoulders in braids. She smiled. "May I come in?" she said in her heavy Caribbean accent. I looked at Marie. She shrugged, and I opened the door. "May I help you," I said. The girl stared down at her shoes nervously and smiled. "My name is Carly." "Hi Carly. We didn't pack the bags yet." "I'm not here for the bags, sir." "Okay--?" Carly looked up and slowly undid the top zipper of her uniform, all the way down to the bottom, and let it drop down to the floor. There she stood, completely naked in front of us. Her skin was dark brown, and completely smooth and flawless. Her young supple breasts were perky and topped by two lighter brown nipples. She had a small gold chain around her neck. "You are absolutely beautiful." "Thank you," she said. Jawan sent me here. He said you and your lady treated him nicely and he owed you one." I looked back at Marie, who stared completely bewildered and taken back. We made eye contact, and she gave me a smirk and nod of approval. I undid my pants and my erection stuck out in front of me like a diving rod. I walked over naked to the young black girl and held her tightly. Her skin was soft and smooth and warm, and my erection pressed sideways between our bellies. She smelled like warm coconut as I buried my nose in the nape of her neck. "You smell beautiful", I said, kissing my way down her chest until I reached her nipples. I bent down on one knee, finding the wirey patch of pubic hair. The coal skin on her abdomen was streaked with a line of pre-cum where our bodies were touching. I bent down, and parting her moist bush with my nose, buried my tongue deep inside her pussy. She shuddered and stood up on her toes, while pushing down on both my shoulders with her hands. "You taste beautiful," I whispered, her warm thighs starting to clutch my head. She gently touched my head and pushed me back, looking at Maria—now fingering herself on the bed. "Your wife," she said. "Does she like women?" She didn't wait for an answer and pushed passed me, kneeling on the floor, and buried her own face between Marie's legs. The girl's firm small ass stuck in the air, as her head bobbed up and down. Marie grabbed her by the hair and gently rocked and moaned, enjoying her first experience with a woman. I walked over to the girl, doggy style, and instead of entering her from behind, gently pushed her forward so she was lying on top of Marie. They kissed deeply, Marie on her back, the girl on Marie's stomach, their two pussies facing me. Kneeling between them, I slid my cock into Carly, her soft pink lips glistening with moistness and welcoming me. I took three long, slow pumps in and out, listening to her moan, and withdrew. Pointing my cock slightly lower, I found Marie's pussy, and slid in, while fingering Carly. There I was, with two beautiful pussies in front of me, switching from one to the other. But I did have to come, and soon. I pulled out of Marie, and fucked Carly doggy style. Marie held my hand while I pumped Carly, knowing I had to make my mark in the beautiful young Caribbean girl. When I started to breathe hard, Marie's hand reached under and grabbed my testicles. She whispered. "Give her your come, baby." I pressed forward, holding Carly around the waist, and squirted deep inside her. When I was done, I was still hard. Carly quickly spun around, and she and Marie sixty-nined each other into earthquaking orgasms of their own. After they kissed one last time, Carly got up and put her uniform back on. Zipping it up, she bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left as quickly as she appeared. I laid on my back, my erection pointing to the ceiling, and Marie rolled over looking at it. "So that's what a hot, young black babe does for you, huh?" "One more time, please?" I said, pointing at my erection. "Are you nuts, you just stuck that in someone else!" "Pllleeease?" Marie bent over, and slid my erection in her mouth, still wet with Carly's juices. She pushed down hard, her head bobbing, massaging my balls, until I came in her mouth. "Hmm," Marie said. "That tasted pretty good. What have you been eating?" I rolled over, spooning her, turning off the light. "It's all that coconut, babe." And we drifted off to sleep.