4 comments/ 91202 views/ 21 favorites While in Jamaica By: Sean33 It had now been over a month since our first and only incident of sharing my wonderful and sexy wife Michelle with another man. Although we may have both been a little reluctant to actually plan an evening like that again, since then we have had the hottest and most erotic sex in all our years together and each time we made love we would always tend to relive the exciting details of what happened that night. We did this virtually every time we've had sex since that night. There was no doubt in both our minds that the evening she spent with Sean had opened a whole new world for us in eroticism we never experienced before and we were enjoying it together. Our sex was hotter and better than ever and the really nice thing is that we wanted each other more. We had never been so hot for each other. Now we were off to our much anticipated and very needed romantic getaway trip to Jamaica. I knew deep down that something would happen again but I just wasn't sure what, when, or how and wondered if this might be the venue. We had only casually mentioned maybe doing something while we were there. Michelle bought some new clothes and a wonderfully revealing swim suit that I was pretty sure was just for the occasion. The possibilities were starting to get exciting. We flew from Miami to Montego Bay and then a drive out to the resort in Negril which was built on cliffs overlooking the turquoise colored waters of the Caribbean. The water was so clear that it seemed the farthest you could see out you could also see the bottom of the ocean. We had a beautiful bungalow on a cliff. The huge bed was draped in flowing white sheer cloth and a huge rotating fan was over it. The huge shower had a sexy open roof where you could look up at the stars as you stood there naked taking your shower and if it rained it was really fun. Down below us to the left was a very private area for sunning and where they would occasionally give seaside massages. We both took a shower together refreshing ourselves from the travel. We washed each other and other than me getting hard we only kissed leaving any excitement to be satisfied later. Michelle brought out her new aqua colored bathing suit that fit her beautifully and showed off her assets so nicely, especially her sexy ass. Although it wasn't a thong it still showed a nice portion of her firm ass cheeks for anyone's eyes that cared to enjoy the sexy sight. Finally she put on a short and extremely sheer cover up that did nothing more than give any admirer the image of sexy lingerie. "I'm going to go down and lay out for awhile. Do you want to join me?" "No, actually I'll just stay here I want to start this book I brought with me, but I'll keep an eye on you," I told her. "Ok, suit yourself," She said as she gave me a quick kiss and grabbed her towel, sunglasses, phone, and sun tan lotion. I watched her ass sway as she walked away. I thought to myself that it almost seemed like she even walked with a new sexiness since our night with Sean. It wasn't quite the same sway she had done while walking away from me and into Sean's arms, but it was close. She also had sandals on that had a little heel that helped push her bottom out as she walked and also gave those sexy clicks on the pavement. A few minutes later I looked down and I saw her lay down on a lounge chair near the adult pool. She arched up and waved up at me and I waved back. At first she was the only one there but soon a good looking and young guy came in from the other direction and laid out as well. I noticed him checking her out a few times and sat back to enjoy watching any possible show. I thought of an idea that might get us both going for an erotic evening tonight and picked up my cell phone. I dialed her number and saw her pick up as she briefly looked up at me. "Hey, what's up." "Oh nothing, I'm just sitting here enjoying watching a good looking guy watch you." "What? Where?" She quickly asked. Don't turn around I told her, but she apparently couldn't wait and looked behind her. Luckily he was looking the other way and he didn't notice her looking at him. "Ohhh, She whispered. I didn't know I had an admirer." She said teasingly. Then I lowered my voice and said, "He looks like a nice enough guy why don't you be nice and give him a little thrill and reach back and unsnap your bra as if you wanted to avoid any tanning marks?" At first she was silent but then said, "Just unclasp it? No more? Hmm, OK, I think I can at least do that." She put the phone down and then seductively reached back and slowly unclasped her bra letting the straps fall to each side but making sure she kept her chest securely pressed to the chair. I saw him looking and I told her. "Ahhh, that got his attention. I think he liked that honey. That was so nice of you babe, you made us both feel good" I said. "Good, I hope you liked it," She cooed. "Oh I did but now you have us both admiring you, and we want a little more." "What do you mean by more?" She asked. Then I whispered my plan to her. "Well, he doesn't know that you know he's there so why not pretend your texting in your phone and raise up, just a little, on your elbows so he can at least get a glimpse of the sides of your beautiful breasts." "Again she was silent at first and then she said, "I don't know babe, do you really want me to do that? Already?" "Yes," I immediately answered. "Come on, it's only the sides of them babe, anyway this is a perfect tease and it's so innocent too." After another silent moment she said, "OK, just a minute." She put the phone in front of her and as she did she raised herself up on her elbows just enough to leave the tips of her breasts in their cups but enough for our friend to get a good look at the creamy sides of her full tits as they so seductively hung down. She put the phone back to her ear and I told her, "Oh my God babe, that was so erotic. He was totally transfixed on getting a look at their sides." "Really? That's nice to hear, she whispered back but that's enough, OK? I mean your bringing out the exhibitionist in me and it's starting to get to me too." "Oh no I told her, come on, you've brought us this far now you have to finally satisfy our curiosity. You don't want to be known as just a cock teaser do you. Come on, just one last thing, you owe it to your two admirers." I could see her smile and she timidly asked "What now?" "Now, we both want you to somehow raise up high enough so that they leave your bra cups and we get just a glimpse of those wonderful and sexy nipples of yours." "Oh babe, no that's too much now, come on." She said. "Now now, come on hon, he's really getting excited and so am I. Just a short look. It's so innocent and this is the place to do it, besides it'll get us both in the mood for a wonderful romantic evening together," I now pleaded with her. Then I heard only silence for what seemed like a full minute. I thought I may have pushed her too far and then finally she said, "You are so bad, but then she added, is he really watching me?" "Honey, yes, he is excited right now, honest and there's no better time than right now and right here in this beautiful romantic oasis." I said. I waited. Would she really do it? Finally, she put the phone in front of her and raised up on her elbows as if texting. She did this for awhile and I was sure she had decided she wouldn't go any further. Then it happened, slowly she raised her upper body up more allowing those sexy breasts to hang down. Now the sides of them were easily seen again. She did this for a minute but then, finally, she actually arched her back more and rose up high enough for her breasts to finally leave the confines of her bra cups that stayed back on the chair. They hung there motionless now with their dark and hardened nipples exposed for both our eyes, in plan view looking so sexy and so damn desirable. Our friend who was less than 20 feet away was really enjoying the view. I could even see him moving around a little to get a better look. Then she did something that blew me away. With her right hand she actually reached back adjusting her bottoms and as she did she momentarily exposed her right cheek and then actually turned the upper part of her body to the right and in his direction. The move now allowed him to see her entire right breast. My God her nipples were hard, firm, dark and proud pushing out. Then slowly she placed her chest back down on the chair signaling the end of our entertainment. "She did it," I actually heard myself whisper. She then put the phone to her ear and I heard her whisper, "Well, was that ok?" "Oh my God babe I said, that was so hot and so erotic. I love you. Now get back up here. I need you." "Easy there Tiger, she teased. I got about another 30 minutes of sun. Go ahead and think about what just happened and what we might do tonight. I'll be up soon. Oh and who knows, maybe now I'll have a chat with my good looking friend down here." "Ok, I said. You are so hot." "Why thank you sir, be up soon," she said, and then pushed end on her cell phone. I went inside so I'm sure she thought I was gone but I continued to watch through the window. I was now a voyeur for my wife and couldn't help it. Sure enough as he got up to leave he walked by Michelle and stopped to briefly talk. She smiled and leaned up to shake his hand as they spoke. She didn't raise up as high as she did earlier but she still had her bra unclasped. He stooped down and they talked for a few minutes and then they waived goodbye to each other. After he left she reached back and re clasped her bra and got her things and then got up to leave. When she came back in the room I again told her how hot it was watching her show herself to him like that. We kissed and she mentioned it was a little uncomfortable but that she knew I liked it and she would even try to do more of it for me while we were there. Then she said, "I'm feeling more comfortable actually now that I truly know you enjoy it and don't think badly of me. Honestly it was kinda fun letting Mike see my breasts a little, and I wanted to make you happy honey." "Mike?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, yes, that's his name, it's nice cause he's from Florida too. He's here alone, but he's married," she now said almost sounding disappointed. Then after a moment she quickly added, "But he did say they are separated right now. It's kinda sad, I guess she's leaving him for some guy with lot's of money. I felt a little sorry for him, you know, here all alone." I smiled at her concern and then brushed her hair back a little with my hand and asked, "Did you like him? Then I thought that question may have sounded like I was suggesting something she may not be ready for right now and quickly added, "I mean, you know, when you two talked?" "Oh when we talked? Yes, he seemed really nice the little bit we were able to talk, a little young, but really very nice." I took note of her answer, "A little young". It was an interesting comment and I couldn't help but wonder if the thought of letting him do more than just see her had crossed her mind. Feeling bolder I asked "So good looking? Nice body?" "Oh yes, very nice, both actually." She answered softly and truthfully. She seemed to know where I might be going with this and she didn't seem to mind at all. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Then I looked down into her eyes and whispered, "I'm curious, was he nice enough and good looking enough to let him fuck you?" "What? No, of course not," she quickly said but then she must have realized she was reverting back to her old ways, the way a committed and loving wife was 'supposed' to act. She looked up at me a little surprised and searched my eyes to see if I was really serious with that question. She must have realized I was serious. She was silent for awhile and then said, "Oh honey, I don't know about that just yet. I mean it's still early, you know we only just got here." I understand I told her, it is early, I guess I was just curious if you thought that he was nice enough and good looking enough that if the circumstances were right that he would be a guy you would maybe let, fuck you. I really wanted her to tell me the truth so I said, "Honey, it's just that I'm still learning about my wonderful sexy hot wife and I really just wanted to know if he'd be your type, you know, to let something like that happen, that's all." Normally she would laugh this sort of thing off or call me a pervert or quickly change the subject, but not now. Now she was more comfortable both with herself and with us. She knew I was only asking her a question about her taste in a man and only wanted a truthful answer. She now also knew deep down that any answer she would give would not upset me. It could even be a turn on. She looked up at me, hesitated only a moment, and then answered truthfully and confidently, "Well, OK, yes, he did seem very nice and he was good looking and had a really nice body. "And?" I questioned. Finally a soft smile came to her face and she said "Well to answer your question, ok yes, I think he is the kind of guy that I would let, you know, let fuck me." I didn't even let her off on that response. I kissed her and then said "Come on, you think?" She moved closer and gave me a brief kiss back and then looked into my eyes and boldly said, "Yes, actually I'm sure I would let him fuck me baby." "Elaborate," I asked. "Ok, he's the type of guy I would let do that. To let have me. He was young and sexy and truthfully, I even imagined his cock. I saw it in his bathing suit and I think it was kinda big and even a little hard." "Hard, because of you, and for you." I said. "I know, I thought of that too," she said. "Did it look as big as Sean's?" I asked. "Well no, not that big, but still big." . Let me ask you a question, "If you two did get together, just a hypothetical, did you think at all about where would it be?" Well, maybe in our place, you know, where you could watch him take me, but also, well, maybe I would even go to his, you know, alone with him, while you waited back at our place." This was the second time she had introduced the idea of me not being there with her as she let someone fuck her. I wondered if she really would be more comfortable if the next time it happened like that. It would be hard for me but I also knew I could handle it. Especially if it was better for her. So I went ahead and asked her, "Babe, do you think it would be easier If you went alone and I waited? I mean would you be more comfortable and maybe be more willing to let yourself go a little more?" She looked at me lovingly and said, "Well, I'd want it to be good for you too." I knew right then that she would be more comfortable and probably let herself go a little more if she went alone so I said, "Oh babe, It would still be wonderful for me. I'd be so excited wondering what you two might be doing." She smiled upon hearing this and quickly said, "Really? You would? I'd promise to tell you all about everything that happened and I would take such good care of you when I got back, I promise." "I know you would babe, and you'd probably even be better for him I would think." "Well, yes, I think so too." she said. Then I kissed her again and whispered in her ear, "He saw your breasts and I know he saw your hard nipples too." "I know, I did that for you honey." She whispered back with a hint of a smile. I kissed her again and then took her by the hand and sat her down on the nearby couch. I looked into her eyes and whispered back, "Yes, you did do it for me, and I loved that you did, but you also enjoyed doing it, and you did it for him as well. You did it so he could enjoy it too, didn't you?" She knew I was right and admitted, "Yes, honestly I did it for him too, your right." Then I asked her, "Then I want you to be honest with me and to yourself and I want you to tell me that you did it for him as well. You let him see you so that he could enjoy looking at you and seeing your naked breasts and their sexy hardened nipples. You did it for him so he could enjoy the pleasure that a man gets when he looks at a sexy woman like you, especially when she let's him look at her. You did it so he would become sexually excited and would feel good." She was a little hesitant to admit to all this so soon but she knew I was right. She loved doing nice things for people and this was surely a nice thing. She searched my eyes and finally she got her courage and said back to me in her soft voice, "Yes, I did, I let him see my breasts and my nipples too. I did it so he could have pleasure in seeing them, so he could get sexually excited, aroused, and hopefully, well, maybe even hard for me." I could tell all this talk was turning her on too. Her nipples were now standing out so hard and proud in her tiny bathing suit top. I smiled at her and kissed her and said, "There, that was being honest and I love you for saying that. You made us both happy today and you got us both feeling good and excited." We both took a shower in the open roofed shower stall. I was still excited from everything that had happened and couldn't get rid of my hard on. She noticed and she dropped to her knees and gave me fantastic blow job. She had me leaning up against the wall as she worked my cock in and out of her warm mouth as the water cascaded down her naked back. She probably knew I wouldn't last long and was already close to cumming. She told me once that a woman knows it's almost time when the cock, and especially it's head, starts to swell and sometimes even twitches. She took my cock out of her mouth and looking up at me as her hand pumped my shaft she asked, "Baby, did you see when I turned my body towards him and I let him see, everything? My whole breast and it's hard nipple?" Then she put it back in and really went to work sucking. That did it, I couldn't help it and I started to cum. She took the first shot in her mouth but then took it out so she could actually see my ejaculations and aimed it over her tits. She quickly swallowed the cum that was in her mouth and then licked her lips. As I shot spurt after spurt she would encourage me by saying things like, "Ohhh, that's it, come on. My husband got so excited watching me show my tits to another man didn't he?" "That's it baby show me how excited that made you, give me all that wonderful warm cum, come on, shoot it, all of it." I came so hard, it was fantastic. After a minute my cock stopped shooting it's cum and I let out a gasp. Now this is when most woman would feel their done performing and they would get up and go clean themselves off, not Michelle, not anymore. That's maybe what she would've done prior to our sharing her with Sean as well but since then she's become so much more sexual. When I was shooting my cum she was so intensely watching how each spurt left the tip and shot over her tits. She really enjoyed watching me cum. She was like a schoolgirl seeing her first cock shoot it's cum and that look was such a turn on. Now, while I was still partially hard, she went into part 2 of her new fabulous technique. Shortly after the last spurt she would gently cradle and softly massage my spent balls with her left hand as she softly squeezed the shaft with her right literally milking it forward drawing, what she knew would be, one last drop to the tip. Then when she saw it, the pearl drop glistening at the tip, she looked up at me to make sure I was watching and she so slowly with her tongue licked the tip making sure I could actually see the drop of cum go on her tongue. Then while watching my eyes she slowly swallowed it and let out a satisfied "Mmmm and then said, Thank you baby." While in Jamaica Ch. 02 She reached her soft hand out and the bartender took it and they shook hands. It wasn't the shy conservative Michelle I knew and married that so easily introduced herself to the bartender, but actually I loved it. She had opened up and relaxed more around men at my own encouraging. He came over and introduced himself to me as well. His name was James. We chatted the usual stuff, where you from? How long are you here for? She asked him where he lives and he told her, "About a quarter mile down the road from here." "Ohhh, she said, is it on the ocean too?" He told her yes but it was just a one bedroom cottage because it was only him. She mentioned it must be beautiful. "It's so close, you can easily stop at home for lunch." she said. "I do actually, I have a dog I go home and take out." He told her. "Ohh, what kind?" She asked, as she absolutely loves dogs. "Labrador," he mentioned and she squealed with delight as she loves Lab's. "He's just a pup," he told her. "Oh my God, I love Lab's and puppys are even better. I have to see him." She said. "He wasn't sure what to say with me sitting there so he just smiled and said, "Sure, anytime you want." She smiled back at him and said, "Thanks, I'm taking you up on that." He went back to bartending and I casually asked her if she thought he was nice too. "Oh yes, I like him, everyone seems to be so nice here. I have got to see that puppy of his too." she said. "I knew that as soon as he said he had a Lab pup." I told her. Then I added, "And he's so close too." "I know, she said sounding excited. I could walk there. I'd love to see his place too, she added. This place is fantastic." "It is a beautiful place," I said as we both turned on our barstools to look out at the ocean and the nearby pool. Then with a smile on her face she looked out and said, "Oh honey look, there's Mike from the pool from earlier," and she waved at him. Mike had also noticed and gave a short wave back. I casually asked her how long he was here for. She looked in deep thought and then said, "Wow, I don't know. I totally forgot to ask him that." "Honey, you might want to know that, I mentioned. I tell you what, I have to use the restroom so if you want, go on over and find out and I'll meet you back here at the bar." "Oh, ok, I'll meet you back here," she said as she quickly got off the stool and walked away while smoothing out her hair with her hand. I went to the rest room and came back and sat down. I couldn't see them from where I sat now but assumed they had just maybe walked temporarily out of site of the bar. I nursed my drink and looked at my cell phone and realized it had now been over 15 minutes that she was away. Finally after another 5 minutes she came back and sat down. "Hi, well, he said he's only here for another 3 nights." She said. "Ahhh, that's too bad and we're here another 6 nights." Then she just answered, "I know." She then fell silent looking in deep thought. I looked her over and couldn't believe how sexy she looked. She seemed so much more proud and confident now and that in itself was sexy. Her shelf bra pushed the tops of her breasts up and out on display so nicely. She was looking at her cell phone and I wondered if they had maybe even exchanged numbers. I thought again about her seeming to be interested in something happening without me being there like I was with Sean and her. I decided that I could do it; I also decided she deserved it. "You were gone quite awhile, what else did you talk about." I asked. "Oh nothing really, let's see, he said he's staying here tonight and just going to the Blue Martini, the cocktail lounge downstairs in the resort. Oh, and he pointed out his bungalow to me, it looked really nice like ours, maybe a little longer, then she caught herself and laughed and said, I mean bigger, up on the cliff as well." "Did he show you? Did you go there with him?" I asked. She looked quickly at me, "No, of course not, there wasn't enough time for that." "OK, but did he ask you to go there?" I smiled and asked. She looked at me now with an expression like she wasn't sure what to say, and then, somewhat cautiously, she answered, "Yes." I thanked her for being honest and told her it was really ok. I also told her I thought that he might have and then I added, "It shows he's got wonderful taste. So, if you didn't go how did you get out of it without offending his invitation?" I asked. She became more quiet now and serious, "Well, I just told him I didn't have time to go with him and see his place." She was being a little evasive which made me want to learn more so I pushed the subject. "Well, that would have let him know 'why' you couldn't right now, but do you think he got the impression you would like to if you did have more time?" "Yes," she answered lowering her voice almost to a whisper as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Why is that?" I asked. Now she looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "Because I told him." "You told him?" I asked. "Yes, I told him I would like to, but that I couldn't." I smiled and put my hand on her thigh and whispered back, "I understand, this way he won't feel like you were rejecting his offer and have to feel bad." "I know, I guess that's kinda what I thought too. Your not upset I did that are you? I know it gave him the impression I want to, but I really didn't want him feeling badly like I rejected him." She said. "Of course I'm not upset babe, I know it might have been naughty and fun to go with him to his bungalow. In fact, honestly, I've been doing some thinking. You know, about the thought that if something happened that you could go alone and I would stay home and wait for you." "Yes?" she answered, tilting her head not knowing where this was going. "Well, I decided that actually, I'm OK with it. It'll be hard for me not being there to watch but it's something that I want you to be able to do." A soft smile came to her face and she said, "Really? You do? You wouldn't mind waiting back, you know, while I went with someone?" I had to be honest and said with a smile, "Well, I would mind, a lot. In fact it would drive me crazy, but then I realized it would drive me crazy with lust for you." She laughed a little at that but then said, "Wow." Then she whispered so nicely, "If we ever did do something like that I promise I would tell you everything that happened when I come back, honest." "I know you will," I now said, realizing fully that I had now made it as if it 'will' happen rather than it 'might' happen. Then I explained to her, "After I thought about it awhile I realized that it would 'have' to be more comfortable for you if I wasn't there. I love you and if we do this I really want you to enjoy it fully and I just think you'd be able to let yourself go a little more without me there." She looked at me so lovingly and whispered, "God I love you, and yes, honestly, I guess I would be more comfortable and I'm sure I could let myself go, even more." Then she quickly added, "But that would be good for whoever I'm with too, wouldn't it? I mean for me yes, of course, but I'd be so much better for him as well, right?" "Exactly, I know I said. I'm glad we got that out of the way. I love how open and honest we can talk now. Honestly? With Mike, I probably should have suggested that you both exchange cell numbers, you know, so you can both text or call each other if you wanted to. I'd be OK with it." She looked at me a little surprised and said, "Well, actually, I'm glad you said that because we did honey, he's got mine and I have his." I knew it I said to myself. She was turning into a little sexy minx and I loved it. Just then James the bartender came by and asked us what we were doing later and Michelle quickly volunteered, "We might just be going to the Blue Martini later". I casually said, "Well she might be, I'm feeling a little tired already from our trip. I might just lay low tonight." I'm sure James took note of that and we paid our bill and left with James saying, "see you later". Back in our room I opened a cold Red Stripe from the fridge and sat down on the couch near the ocean. Michelle removed her shoes and sat down next to me and we kissed. Then she asked, "Honey, are you serious about not going out tonight?" Before I could answer her cell phone made the little sound of an incoming text. She turned away, glanced at it and set it down and turned back to me not saying a word. I looked at her and she let out a little smile and asked, "What?" "I just wondered if maybe that was a text message from Mike already, that's all." "It was." she said. "Come on, let me see babe." I asked. She reached for the phone and gave it to me and I looked. It just said hi and asked if we were going down to the Blue Martini soon as he was on his way. "Well, what are you going to tell him?" I asked. "She looked into my eyes trying to read me and said, "I, ... I don't know, what do you think I should tell him?" "Honey, honestly, I am a little tired. Also you were tremendous with me in the shower earlier so I'm still so well satisfied. You know, you did mention you liked Mike and that you thought he was nice. "Yes, I know I did." she said while blushing slightly and looking down. She was being shy so with my fingers under her chin I raised her head up so she could look at me and I looked into her eyes and said, "Babe, you also admitted to me that he even seemed like the type of guy, you know, that you would let fuck you." "I know but......., she started to say but I cut her off. "Babe, then I leaned over, smiled and kissed her as warmly as I could and softly said, "Honey, it's ok, really, why don't you go ahead and tell him you'll meet him there? Then just go and have a nice evening together and whatever happens it's ok." She sat back silently and searched my eyes again trying to make sure I was serious. She seemed a little flustered and just whispered, "Really? I mean, do you want me to? Are you sure?" I reached for the phone and picked it up and she watched as I slowly typed, "Yes, I'm coming, alone, wait for me. I just want to put on something a little more appropriate for tonight." Then I gave her the phone back, kissed her again and said, "Now, go ahead and push send." She hesitated and said, "But if something happens I want it to be good for you too, not just me. Tell me it'll excite you if I go to him." I smiled and said, "It'll excite me. I'll be going crazy here alone but at the same time so anxious and excited to eventually hear about what might have happened with your evening too." She then leaned into me, kissed me deeply and we both then looked down at the cell phone for a few moments. She looked at me with the last bit of hesitation and then, slowly her tiny finger moved over to the send button and, she pushed it. She then threw it to the side and kissed me hard and deep. I couldn't help thinking it was again that wonderfully symbolic kiss goodbye to a loving husband for the evening. "Now go, get yourself ready. Put on some nice sexy clothes. I want you to make sure that Mike, or actually any man that sees you tonight, will want you for his own. Make me proud." I said. "Ok, I will, she said while finally giving me a little smile. I promise I'll make you proud." She got up and practically skipped to the shower room. She was now starting to get excited. She went in and showered and then slipped on her sexiest thong panties, a pair of heels and a shelf bra that held her breasts up and out on display so nicely. It didn't even cover her nipples but would leave them exposed underneath her top. Then she did something especially for me. She stepped out from the dressing room to let me see her and as she stood their for my eyes she said, "I'm going to wear these panties and this bra tonight when I go out." "Do you think they look ok?" She asked me this while running her fingers lightly over each piece and then turning around for me to see how well her panties looked on her sexy ass. "Oh yes, damn babe, they look great on you, everything's absolutely perfect. You look so hot." I said. I realized that she had wanted me to see what she would have on underneath, before she put the rest of her clothes on. I'm sure it was so I would know and so I could better imagine her while she was away. She wanted me to be excited tonight as well, and I was. Then she slipped on a sexy short little dress that showed her legs and her ass off so nicely. Then the perfume in all the right spots. While she was applying her perfume I had an idea and went into our suitcase and I took out the sexiest little sheer baby doll outfit that she had brought with her along with a sexy pair of nylons. They were small enough to fit into her purse and I slipped them in. I also quickly scribbled a little note saying, In the event I don't see you until morning, relax and enjoy, I love you. I got everything in her purse just in time. She came out, did a little twirl and asked, "How do I look?". "Wow, you look fabulous, he'll surely want to eat you.... up," I said. She let out a little laugh and said, "I hope so, you know I'm still a little nervous going out without you like this, and meeting another man too." Would it help if I told you that I was already excited? That seeing you get ready to meet him, and now you about to leave to go to him has me hard? A soft smile came to her face and she looked down to see if I was telling her the truth. My hardness was obvious and seeing it she gave me a warm smile and whispered back, "Oh baby, you are hard. Yes, knowing that does help, it helps a lot." "Good, ok, now please, go, and have fun. You can text me if you like but I'll be fine." We kissed and said we love each other and she said she'd text me if she was late. Then she opened the door and was gone. I could hear the clicking of her heels as she walked by the side of our bungalow out to the walkway that led down to the Blue Martini lounge. This could be a long night. While in Jamaica Ch. 03 After I could no longer hear the sexy clicking of her high heels on the outside walkway I grabbed myself a cold Red Stripe beer from the fridge and went outside. I looked out over the ocean which still showed a deep turquoise color from the full moon overhead. I was alone, and she was with him. She wasn't gone 10 minutes and I kicked myself for not insisting that she text me periodically thru out the evening. Finally, after almost an hour I heard the little sound indicating a text came in and I quickly looked. There it was, her first communication of the evening to me. It was simple, but at least it was something. It read, "My feelings were right, he is very nice honey. We're having fun." That was it. Ok, I was a already a little jealous but also starting to get turned on as well. I wondered, did they kiss briefly when they met? Did they dance yet? If so, how did they hold each other? What 'kind' of fun are they having? Had they discussed anything about going to his place? I wanted to know everything but just sent back a text saying that I love her keeping me up to date on everything and also that I, kinda needed her to. A grueling 30 minutes went by and finally another text, it read, "Honey, it was so sweet what you put in my purse, and your note, thank you, I love you." I just sent back something stupid like "Glad you liked it." Then about 10 minutes later I got another and it said, "Babe, he saw everything you put in there. Kinda makes it hard to say I didn't plan it." I didn't know what to say to this and took a swig of my beer. I realized I was getting nervous but also excited. She was right, I hadn't thought about the position I could put her in if he saw these items early in the evening. I hesitated and couldn't think of how to respond. Then, I guess she couldn't wait and I got a short and to the point text. "Are you sure?" Now I was absolutely going crazy. Why did I do that. By him seeing the items I put in her purse it put her in a position that actually would make it difficult for her 'not' to spend the night with him. Also what if he saw the note? Dammit! What if they both read it at the table together. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be more of just a tease, a fantasy, but I may have placed her in a position where if she didn't go to his bungalow, have sex, and stay thru the evening it would have actually been awkward. And now she was asking me if I was sure. That must mean they had gotten to the point of discussing it, or at least the idea of going back to his place. I wanted her to make the decision, not me, but the decision seemed now to be mine. I took the easiest road I could think of and text'd back. "Honey, if that's what you want, then yes, I'm sure." A minute later the phone rang. I answered and it was Michelle. "Honey, he's in the mens room right now. Baby, he saw everything you put in my purse and he even had me show him your note. I need you to tell me what you want. He asked me to come back to his place." "He also saw the baby doll outfit and nylons so he thinks that's what I was planning to wear for him if he does get me there. I'm sure he feels he'll probably be able to have sex with me if we go there too. What should I do? It would be so hard to tell him no at this point. You have to tell me." I could hear the music in the background. I was confused, excited and by now, very hard. "Honey, it seems I put you in this position when I put those things in your purse, so, yes, I guess you should at least go back to his place with him." "Really?" She said trying to sound serious, but I thought I could also hear a little excitement in her voice when she asked that. There was silence as I struggled to think of what to say next and then she just simply asked, "And I should let him, fuck me?" Damn, why was she doing this. Making 'me' spell it out for her. She was making me be the one to ask her to go back to his place and let him fuck her. "Yes, ......................and fuck him." I finally relented. "Everything?", She still wouldn't stop and kept making me say to her that this is what I wanted. "Well, yes, everything that you two want to do together." I said. "All night too? If he wants me to stay all night?" "Yes, yes, that's ok too, all night." I answered. "Ok baby, gotta run, he's coming back, goodnight." Then she just hung up. That's all? I asked myself. "Ok baby, goodnight? What would happen tonight now seemed inevitable and I had been the one to make it this way. I would have to accept and live by anything and everything that happened tonight. My mind was in amazing and erotic turmoil and their night was just beginning. I wondered if there'd be anymore communication from her tonight but resigned myself to not getting any. I had another beer and tried to drift off to sleep with the phone on and right on the nearby night table in case she sent a text. Somehow I doubted she would be sending any from this point on. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well. Each time I would wake up I imagined either her on top of him fucking him or underneath him being fucked. I awoke and looked at the clock and it was now after 3am so I knew, deep down, that Michelle had let him fuck her. It had to have happened. How could it not have? Finally, I drifted off to sleep and the next thing I knew it was after 8am. I showered and made some coffee and was standing in just a towel wrapped around me pouring my first cup when I heard her key in the door. The door opened and there she was. I knew immediately that she had sex. I also could somehow tell that it was more than once since she'd left me last night. She stopped briefly at the open doorway and looked at me. I looked at her and it seemed neither of us knew what to say. She tried to put a soft smile on her face and whispered softly, "Good Morning." "Good morning." I said. Then she started slowly walking towards me as she tossed her purse on the bed and came into my arms and held me tighter than I ever remember. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and just said, "I'm sorry, I feel so guilty today." I was mad, I was jealous, but I was also so damn excited. All these emotions rolled into one. I was holding my loving wife after she returned from being with another man. I was doing this yet I felt like I had to let her know that everything was ok. Still, It was so good to have her back home and in my arms. I stroked her soft hair. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes and asked, "Do you still love me?" "My God, of course I do baby, I said, I'm just glad to have you back." "Honey, I know you want to talk. Let me take a quick shower while you pour the coffee and I'll meet you on the couch, ok?." She said. "Ok, sure, sounds good" I said. I wanted so much to hear about her evening but didn't want to seem over anxious or excited either. When she finally came out she looked like a sexy dream. She had actually put on the same sexy sheer baby doll that I had put into her purse just last night. The same one I was quite sure she had worn with him, but I needed to know. "My God babe, you look fantastic." I had to ask, "Did you wear that last night too?" She hesitated answering as she searched my eyes for my reaction. Seeing that I was more curious than upset she answered sweetly, "Yes." Then she continued and gave me some of the details she knew I must desperately need to hear. She lowered her voice and said, "I wore it at his place, for him, but with him I wore the nylons too. I hope you don't mind that I don't wear them for you, their a little messy." Then she did a little turn so I could look her over. Maybe it was so I could see that it was still her and her sexy little body and that physically nothing had changed. She was still my sexy little loving hot wife. She was now back and she was mine. Everything was fine. I told her, "Babe, I was worried, that's all. Are you, OK?" "Yes, I'm ok, but more importantly, are you?" She asked looking up at me as she came slowly into my arms. "Sure, I'm ok, it was a long night though." I told her as I handed her a cup of coffee. She let out just a little laugh probably imagining for the first time what I was doing as I waited thru the night and then whispered, "Yes, I imagine it was." I then took her hand and my coffee and walked her over to the couch and we sat down together. I couldn't help looking her over. She sat up straight with her shoulders back. The outline of her full round breasts could clearly be seen under her sheer top and her nipples pushed out and showed thru the sheer fabric so beautifully. They also seemed hard and darker than normal as if she was turned on by all this. Maybe it was from the eroticism of what she was just about to disclose to her loving husband. She noticed me looking at her breasts and her darkened hard nipples pushing outwards. When she saw where I was looking she slanted her head a little to the side and let a warm smile come to her face no doubt feeling more comfortable that I seemed still interested in her sexy body. She no doubt knew how excited I must be and seemed to like me that way. I was so anxious to hear of her night with him. I desperately needed to get her talking about last night and to hear the details. I looked at her and gave her a warm smile as I asked, "I just want to make sure you had a good time, tell me, did you?" Before answering she made me wait while she took a sip of coffee. Her eyes went up to mine and she slowly answered, "Yes, It.....was nice. He treated me good babe." She was being vague and it was driving me wild. I brushed her hair with my right hand a little as I whispered, "Good, I'm glad," but I desperately needed to hear more. I was so hard underneath the towel, it was difficult to hide it, but I tried. "Then you,"..........I hesitated, for some reason finding it difficult as her husband to ask what I knew in my heart had happened. I gave her a soft kiss to reassure her that she could tell me things, damn, I had to hear. Then I completed my question, "Then you both had sex?" She could immediately tell in my wavering voice that it was hard for me to ask. She looked into my eyes searching desperately for my feelings and then she ran her hand up my thigh. I knew what she was doing and searching for. She wanted to see if I was hard, that would tell her all she needed to know. She looked down to see if she could tell and softly ran her hand close enough to find out. There it was, she could feel it's hardness. When she finally knew that I was hard she smiled and then ran her fingers so teasingly up along the shaft. She looked up at me again and then finally whispered, "Yes honey, we had sex." "Last night?" I asked. "Well Yes, ......more than once last night." Then she leaned into me and gave me a soft reassuring kiss and added,............"But then, again this morning too." I almost came from her confession but softly stroked her hair. Finally she said, "Hon? Can I tell you everything later tonight? Right now I'm a little tired, but first, I need to know your ok with everything." Then she took my hand and brought it so sensuously up along her sexy thigh. She slowly leaned back a little and slid her hips down as she opened her legs. Then she slid my hand up to her pussy and just over it. I was almost shaking with excitement. "You'll tell me everything that happened later on tonight?" I asked. A soft smile came to her and she only slowly and seductively nodded her head. "Yes, everything, tonight, I promise. I want to, I want you to know." Then looking deep into my eyes she held my hand against her warm pussy and blew me away when she whispered softly, "Honey, I showered on the outside, ...........................but he's still very much inside of me." I was now going crazy and I barely got the words out of my mouth without stuttering, "You mean, .....his cum?" Now she was sure I was excited and she also knew just what to say. She slowly nodded her head, "Yes, his cum. Honey, there was so much. I've never seen a man cum like he did." Then she reached down and looking into my eyes she slowly pulled her panties aside for me. Then with her legs spread wide she asked, "Honey, here look, you can probably see it." She saw me trying to look and then she softly took my hand and moved it to her swollen, warm, and still open lips. "Here, ..................slip your finger inside, it's ok, go ahead, do you feel it? Do you feel his cum in me?" My finger slipped so easily inside. She was driving me wild and she felt so warm and full. I felt like I was in a trance and only could nod my head, yes, I could feel it. She must have felt comfortable now that everything was ok with me. That I wasn't upset or overly jealous and that she was even turning me on by all this. She looked deep into my eyes and then softly whispered, "That's his." I finally slipped my finger out of her and it glistened with what mostly must have been his wetness. She watched me intently as I looked at it. I was now finally and fully realizing what had happened last night. Then, slowly, with a soft smile she took my wet fingers in her tiny soft hand, looked into my eyes and with her lips she softly kissed my wet finger tip. Some of the pearl white wetness was on her upper lip and as she looked at me she licked it off, then as I watched, she swallowed. Then slowly she raised my own fingers upwards to my mouth as she whispered so slowly, "Show me? I really need to know your ok with everything that happened, that you still love me and your not upset with me. Then she moved it to my lips and continued to whisper, "Please? This is how I'll know for sure, ....lick your fingers. Lick them clean, I want to watch you do it." How could she be asking me to do this? I did want her to know it was ok. I wanted her to know and to really feel it because I knew then that she would share all the nights details with me, if she was comfortable. It seemed the only way she would truly believe me and the only way she would open up about last night. I hesitated briefly, but then, slowly I licked the sides of my finger and then I even sucked my finger clean as she watched me. I couldn't believe it, but I did. When she saw me actually do it she smiled and said, "Oh honey, Yes, that's it, I love you, so much." Then she leaned into me and kissed me deeply. She then lovingly reached down and slowly separated the towel around my waist letting my hard cock stand up and out. She gazed down at it and I couldn't help wondering if she was comparing me to Mike's own cock. I had already learned so far that she admitted to having been fucked by his at least three times while she was with him last night so now seeing mine it made sense for her to maybe compare. "Oh baby, your's is so hard, are you excited? You are aren't you? Honey I'm tired and a little sore but I know you must need some release. Now, come, I want to feel my 'husband's' in me. I want you to make love to me too. I want you to cum in me too." "You do want me now don't you?" She asked as she took my hand and walked me over to the bed. "More than I ever have." I answered. I knelt before her and reached up and slowly slid her thong down over her hips, down her thighs and finally helped her step out of them. When her pussy came into view I even leaned forward and kissed it 4 or 5 times. I noticed the lips were still swollen and even a little open. I could tell he must have been considerably larger than me, but I wouldn't ask, not now. She would tell me all about that tonight, I was sure. Then I took her to bed and positioned her on her hands and knees as I pushed two pillows under her hips. She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled and said, "Ohhh, you want me from behind too baby?" Then she rested her head on her arms on the bed as she arched her back and pushed her sexy ass up high for me. I put my hands on her hips and wondered if Mike had her like this too. Is this what she was telling me, that he had her like this too? I just had to know and as I moved up behind her I casually whispered, "Michelle, are you saying that Mike had you like this too?" I heard what almost sounded like a brief laugh, then silence and then she raised her head and turned back at me and I saw that she was indeed smiling as she answered me, "Yes, this morning he took me like this too." "So, I'm the second one this morning to have you like this?" "Yes baby, your the second this morning to take me like this." she answered. Oh my God I thought, I can't take anymore talk I needed release. I was her loving husband and needed her so badly, but for that brief moment she had made me feel like I was nothing more than 'the next guy' to put his cock in her like this. It didn't bother me, in fact, somehow it made it even more exciting. Then she moved each leg outward a little as she lowered her hips which caused her pussy to open for me in anticipation. The movement brought me back to realty. She was eager, ready, and waiting for another cock to penetrate her. I couldn't wait and buried myself deep in her with one push. She never gasped or even moaned. She just took it as if I had moved up in line and was merely the next guy to have her. I then held her hips and fucked her like never before. I only lasted a minute but I came as hard as I ever have. She was back home. My loving and very hot wife was back in bed with me and in my arms. Afterwards we both drifted off to sleep as I imagined finally hearing about her evening with Mike later today. While in Jamaica Ch. 04 When I finally awoke it was almost noon. I looked up at the ceiling and recalled the events of last night, and this morning, and then I looked over at my sleeping sexy wife next to me and found myself smiling. Everything was ok I thought to myself, we had 'experimented' with our sex life once more and it turned out extremely erotic this time as well. It had been a bit more frustrating for me this time having to wait back at our place while she went with him, but at the same time it was also unbelievably exciting. I had yet to even hear the details of what happened last night and I needed to badly. I also couldn't deny that she was so much more 'attentive' to me when she would be feeling a touch of guilt inside. Just then Michelle woke up herself and raised her arms as if reaching for the ceiling and let out a deep breath which caused her breasts to rise up nicely stretching her top. I leaned over and we kissed. She smiled and said, "Good morning sexy, it feels good to be back in our bed again." I looked at her and gave her left breast a little feel as I asked, "You mean you didn't like Mikes bed?" She smiled and slapped my arm and said, "You bad boy, no, I didn't exactly say that." It was a little levity, but with those comments we had already acknowledged that we were both comfortable with what happened last night. As two loving, married, and sexual people we had let ourselves actually enjoy what was probably the most trusting and erotic sexual experience a loving couple could ever have together. We showered, dressed, and went and had a relaxing lunch by the water. I tried to get some details but she would only give me 'tid bits' and would tell me that 'later' we can talk. She would blush so sweetly when I would try to bring anything up about last night. She told me that she still felt a little guilty about the 'things' they did together while I was back in our room alone. She asked me again if I was ok with everything. I told her I was. We relaxed, Michelle laid out by the pool in her black bikini while I read most of the day. I enjoyed being the voyeur of my sexy wife once again as she lay with her top undone in back. Mike did stop by and talk to her. I watched as I saw them talking and laughing together. James, the bartender, also stopped by and brought her some cool drinks a couple of times during the day. He sat down on her lounge chair and they talked. At one point he even put lotion on her back. The beautiful day went by so quickly and before we knew it the sun was going down. Michelle finally came back to the room and I noticed she was starting to look so tan. We showered again and both decided to stay in tonight and have some drinks from our fridge and maybe order room service later. She knew it was time to 'show and tell' and asked me what she should wear. I told her just a sexy pair of thong panties and the sheer matching top would be fine. She changed and came out and showed me she was wearing the sexy 'hot wife' ankle bracelet I had bought for her on her night with Sean. I mentioned that the anklet was becoming even more appropriate now and she was my beautiful and sexy hot wife. We got ourselves a drink and sat down on the couch and with the gentle sounds of the ocean waves in the background she slowly began to finally tell me about her night. When she sat down next to me she took my hand in hers, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Honey, I love you and as your wife I still feel guilty about the things I did and spending the night with Michel. I know you said your ok with all this but tell me, does it really turn you on as well?" "It does, it really does, I told her. It's hard to describe but my God, thinking about you with him last night and what you two might be doing was unbelievably erotic for me." "Then me now telling you things we did together will excite you?" "Yes, it will," I told her. "And I should tell you everything? Even if some things may be hard for you to hear?" "Yes, everything. If there's things you think might bother me it's all ok. Just be truthful that's all." She finally smiled looking relieved. Then with her hand she brushed the side of my face and said, "Well, ok." Then she began her story. "When I left you and got to the Blue Martini bar Michael had already gotten a booth for us. We kissed briefly, sat down and he bought me drink. He told me I looked great, which was nice to hear because I really wanted to look nice for him. We danced twice and it was soon after that when I discovered the baby doll and nylons you had put in my purse and sent you a text." She said. "Was he there with you when you saw it?" "No, not then, but I guess I didn't close it all the way and he noticed part of it showing just a little later." "So he knew what it was right away?" "Well no, not exactly, I saw him looking and, well, you have to remember we had danced a little by then and I think we were both a little turned on about where the night might lead us." "What are you saying? He didn't know what it was? So how did he come to find out what it was?" I asked. "Well, I didn't mention that earlier he asked me about how I was able to meet him there, you know, without you. So we had been talking a little about, you know, things you like me to do sometimes." It was becoming clear that this was no accident and I came out and just asked. "Honey, are you saying you showed him?" She hesitated and then whispered, "I guess so, yes." I realized then that she must have already decided that she would go with Mike. She also may have already decided to spend the night with him. "So he knew that your husband put those things in your purse in case you spent the night with him, that's a little embarrassing you know." "Oh honey, I told you I thought it was so sweet and he only found it exciting, believe me." "Still, I imagine you two talking about me doing that. Ok, what happened next?" I asked. 'Well, I remembered how nice he said his place was and asked him about it. That's when he asked me to go there with him." "Is that when you called me?" I asked. "Yes, just before we left and he was in the men's room. After talking with you we left and went to his place. It was a beautiful place and he showed me everything while his arm was around me. Then in the huge master bedroom he showed me the bathroom and then I think he kissed me and he said that I could 'change' in there." "He asked you to change and already he wanted you to put those things on for him? "I know, I thought it was a little forward of him to expect me to do that so soon too." "But, you did?" I dared to ask feeling like I already knew the answer. "Well, yes, I guess I did. Oh honey things were happening that are hard to explain now. I mean he was so nice and we did talk about this plus he did buy me those drinks. I guess, in some way thought I should." "Honey, that baby doll is so sheer, and to let him see you in that so early in the evening. Surely when you came out after undressing and putting those things on he must have easily seen, well, everything." "I know, I mean I did hesitate a little before coming out being that it showed so much of me, but he also had turned down the lights down a little so it wasn't so bad." "So, tell me, how was he when you came out?" "Well, I stayed in there quite awhile. "Why, because you were nervous?" I asked. Well, no, not really. I guess I really wanted to look nice for him, I mean this would be the first time with someone else without you being there. When I thought I looked good, well sexy, I finally came out and he smiled and said I looked really hot. Honestly, when he said that it made me feel much more comfortable dressed like that in front of him. I could really see in his eyes that he liked seeing me the way I looked, so that felt good. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I had even taken the time to put my heels back on for him too." "That was good, you really wanted to look sexy and you know men like women in heels when their wearing lingerie. Were you feeling shy at all?" "Well, surprisingly no, not really. I even walked up to him and as I did I 'let' him look me up and down. His eyes literally went from my breasts and their nipples, down between my legs, and then back up to my breasts again. Then, I think I even turned around for him to see, you know, my backside too." "So you even modeled for him. Baby, he must have been able to see everything. He must have been able to see your breasts and their nipples and even the 'landing strip' on your pussy too." "Oh, he did, I'm sure, I knew he could see. Do you want to know why?" "Why" I asked. "Because, I asked him if he could." "You actually came out and asked him if he could see everything ok?" She looked a little embarrassed at my question and let a little smile come to her face as she said, "yes, I did, I guess I just wanted to hear him say that he could, you know, see everything ok." "Everything? I asked. Then I told her to say it, to tell me what 'everything' was. I told her I wanted to hear her say it." "Come on, you know, everything," She smiled. I looked at her letting her know this was turning me on and whispered again, "Say it." She looked down briefly showing a hint of shyness, then back up and whispered back, "babe you know, my tits and my nipples." Then she hesitated and finally continued, "and my pussy, and my ass." "That's better," I told her. Babe, it really sounds like you were ready and excited to have sex with him. Were you? Tell me, were you ready to let him fuck you?" "Yes, I think I was. Remember I mentioned I might be more comfortable without you there watching and I guess it really came out that I was." "Then I guess it was good for both of you that we let you go alone this time. What happened next?" I asked. "Next, he came and put his arm around me and walked me to the couch. When we sat down we both started to make out on the couch and I felt his hands starting to, you know, feel me up." She said. "So you didn't try to stop him or anything." I asked. Looking almost irritated at my stupid question she looked at me and said, "no, of course not honey, I wanted his hands on me, to feel me. Babe, I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted to let him fuck me. Anyway, we had talked about this." She must have felt it was time to turn me on before she tells me anymore. Her hand went down and opened my shorts and let my hard cock out. When she saw that I was in fact hard she smiled a devilish smile and asked me if her telling me all this was turning me on. Then she got off the couch and knelt down between my legs. She then reached up and said, "raise your hips for me, I want to take these off so I can see everything better." I raised up and then she slid my shorts down and finally off. She threw the shorts to the side and pushed my legs further apart and looked at me. She was looking me over like a curious schoolgirl seeing her first hard cock and for some reason I found that very exciting. Finally, she looked up at me, lowered her voice to almost a whisper and started to give me a vivid description. "The first time that he had me, he just turned me around, pulled my panties part way down to my thighs, and then just bent me over the couch and 'took me', just like that. I couldn't believe how good it felt when he pushed it in. Then later we fucked again with me on top as he sucked both my nipples." "Oh my God babe," I moaned. "Then, this morning, just before I came back to you, he wanted me again and he took me from behind. He did it while I was down on my hands and knees on his bed." She knew what this was doing to me and kept glancing at my cock as she would talk. Then she softly slipped her left palm under my balls as she lightly lifted them and started to gently caress them. She seemed in deep thought. She did this for a long while just watching my reaction. She'd look at my balls in her soft hand then her eyes would go up to look at my reaction and then back down again. It was then that she looked at me and blew me away when she said, "These feel so much different." "Different? I could barely ask. She watched my expression as she slowly said, "Yes, they'll much smaller." She knew this would drive me crazy and continued her torture as she said, "Honey, you weren't there this time so I want to describe how different he was then you. I need to tell you that, you don't mind do you? Can you take me telling you about his cock?" By this time I could only mutter a faint, "Yes, it's ok." Then she continued, "Good, ok, he had such beautiful cock and balls. It was all so different then yours, but all in a good way. These, the balls, were like huge eggs on him, while I guess yours are more like marbles." I raised my hips and let out a moan and she knew this teasing was driving me mad, yet she continued. She saw me squirming and whispered, "Honey, are you ok?" "Yes, it's ok, go ahead," I moaned. "OK, well they were so nice and big so when he would cum, there was so much more, you know, then when your cock shoots it's cum. Oh, but my favorite was the head, and, well, of course the shaft itself. My God the head was huge, like a huge mushroom, not like this." Then she took her fingertips and lightly squeezed the head of my own cock. Then she looked up again and said, "Honey?" "Yes," I moaned. "I'm not sure if I ever told you but with a bigger head on a cock, it feels so much better for a woman, you know, when it pushes past the lips and slides inside." She was driving me wild and she knew it. Then she slipped her tiny hand around my own shaft and slowly started to stroke me as she continued. "Oh honey, his shaft, on his cock, damn, it was probably twice as thick as this one. That made such a difference when he would drive it into me. Well I might as well just say it, when he would 'fuck me' with it." Her talking and her stroking were taking me to the edge. I would raise my hips up and down signaling my excitement to her which only made her smile and drove her to be even more vivid. Even with the air conditioning on I was wet with sweat. Then, one time when I raised my hips up off the couch while her left hand was on my shaft she pulled me up by my cock even a little higher. Then, she started to slowly slip the middle finger of her right hand into my ass. Once it slipped in she ever so slowly started fingering me there while she continued to stroke my hard cock and talk. "Honey, I'm sorry, but it felt better in me then yours, 'much' better actually. I wish I could say I thought about you and your cock while I was with him, but I didn't, I couldn't, not with his beautiful cock thrusting into me." I started to lose it and raised my hips even higher showing I was about to cum. She continued. "The second time we fucked each other he even came out and asked me if he was better, better at fucking me. Can you believe that? He actually wanted to know if fucking was better with him. He wanted to know if he fucked me better than my own husband does, better than when you fuck me. It wasn't fair because he asked me while he was thrusting deep inside me. I even told him that. "Oh honey, I'm sorry, it felt too good, and it 'was' better. I tried not to embarrass you and tell him he was better then you, I really did, but honey, I did tell him." "I even went as far as to tell him that there was really no comparison. I told him while he was thrusting into me that his cock felt so much better than my husbands tiny cock. I'm sorry honey, I couldn't help it, I had or else he might have stopped, but it was also true." That did it, the first shot came out and she quickly moved up and engulfed my cock with her mouth. Then she tightly sealed her lips around the shaft. She had never done this before when I came. She continued her stroking with her right hand as her left softly squeezed my balls. She wanted to make sure they would surely empty all their contents. With each shot of cum I would moan and with each moan I could hear her as she swallowed. My God she was literally milking me, draining me. She continued long after I was done until finally I was losing my hardness, then she finally let my cock slip from her mouth. I fell down sideways on the couch totally exhausted. She moved closer and then leaned over me as she softly sucked each of my nipples leaving them standing up hard and glistening. Then, she moved up, looked down at me and smiled the sweetest smile as she leaned down and gave me the most passionate and deep kiss, purposely, pushing her tongue deep within my mouth so I also could taste myself. Then she whispered, "Damn, I love you." I had to ask and whispered up at her, "Tell me, was he really that good? Did you really tell him all those things?" She looked down at me and gave me the warmest and sweetest smile but only whispered back, "Shhhhh, let it go honey. It's ok, rest now, let's take a nap." "Please, I need to know, just tell me the truth, tell me, ... yes or no." At first she didn't know what to do, after all, she really didn't want to hurt my feelings. Normally she would have laughed it off and told me "of course not," but not now. Now we had both realized how wonderfully erotic these encounters have made in our own love life. Neither of us wanted to risk causing any insecurity that the other was not totally truthful. We had made a promise to each other right from the beginning. She looked down at me, brushed the side of my face and gave a soft smile. Then, her smile disappeared as she looked deep into my eyes and whispered so softly, "Yes." We would relive this for years to come. The End While in Jamaica Finally. she took my now spent cock, almost reverently, in her tiny soft hands and put it back deeply in her warm mouth as she softly sucked it and cleaned it off letting it bathe in the soothing confines of her wonderfully warm and sexy mouth. While in her mouth she would softly swirl her warm tongue around it, cleansing it from any cum until it finally went soft in her mouth. Only then did she finally take it out and as she gently patted my now empty balls she kissed it 3 or 4 times and looked up and asked, "God I loved that, was that good for you too?" I looked down smiling and answered, "It was unbelievable baby." "Good" she said. "Now I guess we should get dressed and ready for tonight." We both got dressed. I watched her as she put on some of the sexiest clothes I've seen her wear since the evening with Sean. First she put on a tiny thong panty with a very sexy looking white shelf bra. Then she slipped on a pair of tight little white shorts and a loose and kinda sheer turquoise colored blouse. Then she put on her new open toed sandals which showed off her manicured nails so nicely and had 3-4 inch heels with straps going halfway up her calves. She looked so hot and so sexy and I told her she did. "Thank you, she said, I want to look sexy for you." I told her, "I want you to look sexy for me too, I really do, but I also want you to look sexy to any guy that looks at you, or who might meet you tonight, OK?" I asked her. "Yes, it's ok, I do too babe." She now said it so honestly and sincerely. "I want to look sexy for you, but I also want to look sexy for other men too when they see me. I want you to be proud of me and I know you are when other men look at me. I also know you especially like it when they look at me with desire." "That's right, I answered. That doesn't bother you does it?" "Bother me? No, of course not, not anymore. How could I be offended by my husband looking at me with desire and wanting to show me off and to watch other men looking at me with desire too?" We kissed deeply and passionately then left the room. We went down to the small intimate bar and when we walked in the bartender looked up hearing her clicks from her heels. He smiled and welcomed us and it was quickly obvious he was pleased with what he saw. We sat down and had a drink and we talked. The bartender was a handsome young guy and I occasionally saw him looking at her cleavage more than once as he would serve us or walk by. Eventually I just openly asked her if she was aware of his eyes and where they were looking and she said, "Yes, I know, I saw him trying to look at my breasts. A girl can tell, but it's ok, right? Your not insecure and jealous and he's certainly not hurting anything and it might be making him feel good. I guess I'm learning to relax and just take it as it truly is, a nice compliment." I looked at her and smiled and said, "I am so proud of you baby." We talked so wonderfully openly about everything now. We even briefly relived the incident today and she no longer seemed shy talking about these types of things. Inside I was still so well satisfied sexually by our activity in the shower but I then realized I was the only one that came, Michelle herself hadn't been satisfied sexually. I even felt a little concerned that I might not be up to the task tonight. I'm sure she would need a good fucking after everything that happened today. More importantly, she deserved it. I had an idea. It may hopefully only be a back up but I wanted to do this. I ordered us another drink and then I reached into my pocket and took one of the two keys to the room I had and put one in front of her on the bar. I softly and sincerely as I could said to her, "Here, take this, just in case something happens and someone better gets to take you home tonight and enjoy you." She looked at me with loving eyes but also questioning ones and said, "Oh baby, that's sweet, but I really think I'll be going home with you tonight." I looked at her and said, "That maybe true but just take it babe. I smiled and said, "I don't know, maybe it's just a fantasy but you have to remember, your sitting here with a lover that you've already made cum just a little while ago, and you still haven't yet." "Ohhhh, that's right," She said looking serious. Then she let a soft smile come to her face. We may have been just making some good sexy fun out of this thought but deep down I think we both knew that there actually could be a possibility of something happening tonight. She smiled at my logic but then I slowly saw her hand moving towards the key. She finally reached out and picked it up with her left hand and as she did I noticed the sparkle of her wedding ring that for some reason added to the naughtiness. Then she said, "OK, I'll take it, but it's only just in case, ok?" "OK, good I said with a smile. She had been sitting sideways facing me and then she turned her body back to the bar and took a sip of her wine. As she did she noticed the bartender just to her right, who was looking at her chest all night. He had watched her put the key in her purse. He looked a little embarrassed knowing he was caught listening and looking and tried to look away but Michelle came to his rescue and looked at him, smiled, and said so sweetly, "Hi". I'm sure she was being nice and said it so he wouldn't feel awkward, but then she added sweetly, "By the way, you have very good Merlot here." "Ahh, well, thank you," he said finally letting out a smile. Then she added, "Hi, my name's Michelle."