haven't read all of this but looked good
Our vacation started almost like a lot of others. After 19 years of marriage, my wife and I were looking forward to getting away to relax and get some sun, but we also were looking for a change of pace from the past . . . she said she wanted some kind of adventure and we sure did find it!
As I already said, my wife Joyce and I had been married 19 years. She was 37 and I was 41. We met in grade school and dated all through high school and married when she was only 18 and although we never had children, we enjoyed a good life.
Our first day on vacation in Jamaica, we lay out by the pool. Joyce had on a bikini that really accentuated her great figure. She is 5'5", about 145 pounds, has long brown hair and a full figured body that I just love. Joyce's breasts are only a 36C, but they are still more than a handful, with thick dark nipples and she has a really nice full ass. Her measurements are 36C-30-39 and for her age, she really looks great.
The particular resort we were at in Jamaica was one that Joyce had found on the Internet. When we got there we found the place a little run down, but it was also pretty inexpensive compared to a lot of the others she had checked into, so we weren’t too disappointed or upset.
While lying out at the pool that first day, we noticed a number of white women, who it appeared had hooked up with local black men. Most of the native men wore very tight bathing suits and it was obvious that they were sporting really incredible bulges which at one point drew a remark from Joyce, something to the effect that it looked like the myths about black men certainly did appear to be true.
That first night we decided to leave the resort for dinner and then wanted to so a little bit of clubbing. We had a nice dinner and had gone to a couple places close to the resort where we had a few drinks and were feeling a little buzzed but the places were nothing special with anything much going on. On the way out of the second bar, there was a Taxi outside and Joyce asked the taxi driver if he could take us to a club where there might be more action, and she said maybe we should go to someplace that the local's hangout. Joyce was wearing a short little sundress that showed off her great figure and ample cleavage at the time and the Taxi driver took every opportunity to check Joyce out before saying, “Well Mrs, I could suggest a rather small club that is not too far away by Taxi and I'm sure you will like the place, but I’m not too sure about the Mister," he said with a wink and a smile that exposed a gold tooth.
As I said, we both were buzzed, and Joyce looked at me and said she felt adventuresome, so we agreed to have him take us the place. When we got there, the driver was all smiles and told us to enjoy ourselves. When we walked in, the first thing we noticed was that the place was somewhat small and pretty dark. We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks and as our eyes adjusted to the light it became apparent that I was the only white guy in the whole place. On the other hand there were several white women in the club, and all of them were with black men.
I later found out that this place was especially known to be mostly for tourist white women who wanted to go native and experience sex with black men.
In fact, right next to us in a booth was a redhead, who looked to be a little younger than my wife, who was getting mauled by the black man she was with but based on the way she was grabbing him back, it was pretty apparent that she was loving every minute of it. I couldn’t help but notice that the white woman had a wedding ring on her finger, not that it seemed to inhibit her any.
My wife, Joyce was facing their direction and was getting quite a show. "Barry, I think she's going to fuck him right here. She just unzipped his pants and is taking….. oh my God he's huge. I’ve never ever seen a penis that big" Joyce said, gulping down her *******.
I got up and went to the bar to get us another round and while I was there, I turned to get a better look at our amorous couple and quickly found out that Joyce was right, The guy’s cock was huge. The redhead had her right hand curled around his shaft and was pumping away on it while they were kissing and he was playing with her breasts right out in the open like no one was around.
I ordered our drinks, and turned back to our booth just in time to see a tall black man standing at the table talking to Joyce. It wasn’t long before I saw him offer his hand and was surprised when I saw my wife take it, and follow him onto the dance floor.
I returned to our booth and watched as they danced one fast dance, and then a slow number came on and during the second dance I could tell he was holding Joyce very close to his body. The dark skinned black man was about 6'5" and seemed to tower over Joyce by a foot maybe more. I told myself that it was nothing, just a dance and that I shouldn’t be jealous or worry. In fact, over the years, I've seen lots of guys hit on Joyce and if anything, I’ve always found it strangely exciting.
When Joyce returned to the table I jokingly asked if her new friend was as big as the black man in the next both and was surprised when she said "Believe it or not, I think his might even be bigger.” She then went on to tell me that she could feel his cock rubbing against her while they slow danced and she said that it was very hard and very . . . very large. My wife seemed really excited as she described her dance with the tall black man. I was about to ask her if he had turned her on, when the waiter walked up with a couple of shot glasses and he pointed over at my wife’s new friend who was now standing at the bar and he told us that the man had just bought us a round.
Joyce quickly took the shot glass in her hand and lifted her glass to him, gave him a big smile and then quickly swallowed the shot down. A few minutes later her new friend walked up with a couple more shooters. "Since you enjoyed the last ones, I thought why not a couple more," he said in a deep voice. He introduced himself to me as James, and with a big smile on his face, he asked if he could sit down.
Joyce was quick to agree and insist that he join us and he sat down beside her in the booth. We made small talk for a while and during that time James did little to hide his attraction to Joyce. As I said, my wife is a very sexy woman and James never took his eyes off of her. Joyce at the same time appeared mesmerized by him, staring at James and listening to everything he said and seemed totally enthralled with him.
After him ordering a couple more rounds of shooters, he asked Joyce to dance again. I kind of thought it would have been more appropriate for him to ask my permission but he pretty much ignored me. I could tell Joyce was tipsy from all the drinks she had but she still reached her hand out and James led out to the dance floor. She swayed a little as she walked and I assumed it was from the ******* but I also knew that Joyce can be quite teasing when she has a little to ******* and James was quick to take advantage, sliding his arm around her as if to steady her.
The first song was a fast number again and by the time the song was over, James had pulled Joyce close to him again and I noticed that James had his leg pushed up against Joyce, and it looked to me like it was resting against her cunt and I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be grinding away on it to the beat of the music. I knew Joyce was getting turned on by the way she pressed her body against the black man as they danced again to the next slow song and I knew that I probably should intercede, but the truth was, I was getting pretty excited by what I was witnessing.
During the next slow dance, I noticed that Joyce's eyes were closed as she rested her head on Jame’s chest and I started to get a little alarmed when I saw James hands drop down and caress her butt. I expected Joyce to stop him, but if anything she just seemed to push her body even closer.
As I continued to watch them, I saw James saying something to Joyce, and he would from time to time, nuzzle her ear and it was obvious he was continuing to whisper in her ear. When the dance ended they were at the back of the dance floor and I lost track of the two of them in the crowd as people were moving around. When I last spotted them, it looked as though James was leading her away from our table, and towards the other end of the club and I wondered what was going on but I decided to wait a few minutes before panicking.
After five minutes I really began to worry and I decided to go and look for them. I noticed there was a rather dark hallway at the back corner of the club in the direction I thought they headed the last I saw them and I headed for it. I entered the hallway and as my eyes adjusted to the even dimmer lights there, I could make out a couple leaning against the wall in the far corner of the hallway. The man, who was black, had his back to me and his shoulders prevented me from seeing the woman's face that he was with but I could tell she was white because I could see her tanned shoulder and part of her breast because the top half of the woman's dress had been pulled down around her waist.
I could see that the man was leaning over the woman and was sucking on her tits and the white woman seemed to be working on his pants in a rather frenzied manner. The man's one hand was between the woman's legs, and all of a sudden, I saw his hand move rapidly and I realized that he had tore her flimsily panties off, discarding them on the floor behind them. I then saw the black man as he crouched down a little and saw the woman lift her left leg high in the air as the man dipped, and then I saw him ease his hips forward and move his body up into hers and I realized they were about to fuck right there in the club hallway. It was apparent to me that this woman was wild with lust and I had never seen my wife as excited as this woman seemed to be so the thought never entered my mind that the woman could be my wife.
My dick was hard as I watched the man lift the woman effortlessly off the ground and I realized that he had slipped his cock into her. In the dim light it was difficult to see just how large the guy's cock was, but there was no mistaking the pleasure it gave the woman when it entered her as she let out a loud moan followed by her words of passion “Oh yes, that feels so good!” As soon as I heard it, I recognized that it was my wife’s voice.
"Oh god James, that big black cock feels so good in me," the women continued as she moaned out loud. Oh yes…..yes……oh fuck yes....that big cock feels so good! Fuck me with it….fuck me with your big black cock," I heard her exclaim. I had never heard Joyce talk like this before.
I continued to watch as James lifted Joyce off the ground easily all the while pumping his cock in and out of her married white pussy. Joyce's moaning increased, announcing her first orgasm and James moved with even more powerful strokes as he continued to fuck my wife, bringing her to an incredible first series of body shaking orgasms but still continuing to pound his cock in and out of her. Every now and then he would stop, almost teasing Joyce to make her ask for more which she willingly did. "No.....oh no….please…..don't stop James, please, it feels so good….so fucking good," I heard her say.
The scene was so erotic that suddenly I felt my dick start to spurt without me even touching it. I tried to keep myself from cumming by grabbing my dick and squeezing it, but I still came, and it was if it wouldn’t stop. Cum kept spewing from my dick, spurt after spurt and it was soaking the entire front of my pants as I continued to watch them.
Meanwhile James had brought Joyce to another series of screaming orgasms as I heard her pleading voice again saying "Oh fuck…so good….so fucking good….please…please don't stop, fuck me, keep fucking me! Oh your big black cock is so good!" she kept repeating, over and over.
After this had gone on for at least 10 minutes, I noticed that James movements began to quicken and I knew he was getting closer to cumming. "You like this big black cock don't you Joyce? Tell me the truth!" James demanded.
"Oh fuck yes…yes, fuck me, oh yes you’re soooo fuckin good. I love it…I love that big black cock." Joyce moaned and slurred as she came on his black cock still once more.
Suddenly, James bellowed and he slammed Joyce against the wall still impaled on his cock. His strokes became short, quick jerks, and then I saw him shove his big cock in deep and hold it there and I knew that he was shooting his hot cum into her cunt. All of a sudden it hit me and I wondered if Joyce had made him use protection. She wasn’t on the pill because she was allergic to it and could never use it and I used condoms whenever we fucked which wasn’t all that often. I doubted that she was sober enough to remember to insist that he use a condom and I was sick to my stomach as I realized it was too late to change things now, as I watched James continue to pump my wife full of his black man seed.
My mind reeled with what I had just witnessed. Confused and embarrassed and not wanting to be seen, I hurriedly went to the men's room where I tried to clean up the mess from the cum I had shot inside of my trousers. Despite several attempts, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to hide the large stain on the front of my pants so I decided to just hurry back to our booth.
When I returned to the table, James was already sitting there and when I looked at him, he got this sly smile on his face before saying "Your wife is in the ladies room, freshening up Barry. I hope you didn’t miss us but we decided to go outside for a little air.
I thought it odd the way he said it, since it really pretty much seemed that he didn’t have the least bit of a concern if I cared or not. I just mumbled that it was okay, and he again go this sly grin on his face. For the first time on the island, I was a little frightened, especially by his demeanor and the way he was acting now.
Our vacation started almost like a lot of others. After 19 years of marriage, my wife and I were looking forward to getting away to relax and get some sun, but we also were looking for a change of pace from the past . . . she said she wanted some kind of adventure and we sure did find it!
As I already said, my wife Joyce and I had been married 19 years. She was 37 and I was 41. We met in grade school and dated all through high school and married when she was only 18 and although we never had children, we enjoyed a good life.
Our first day on vacation in Jamaica, we lay out by the pool. Joyce had on a bikini that really accentuated her great figure. She is 5'5", about 145 pounds, has long brown hair and a full figured body that I just love. Joyce's breasts are only a 36C, but they are still more than a handful, with thick dark nipples and she has a really nice full ass. Her measurements are 36C-30-39 and for her age, she really looks great.
The particular resort we were at in Jamaica was one that Joyce had found on the Internet. When we got there we found the place a little run down, but it was also pretty inexpensive compared to a lot of the others she had checked into, so we weren’t too disappointed or upset.
While lying out at the pool that first day, we noticed a number of white women, who it appeared had hooked up with local black men. Most of the native men wore very tight bathing suits and it was obvious that they were sporting really incredible bulges which at one point drew a remark from Joyce, something to the effect that it looked like the myths about black men certainly did appear to be true.
That first night we decided to leave the resort for dinner and then wanted to so a little bit of clubbing. We had a nice dinner and had gone to a couple places close to the resort where we had a few drinks and were feeling a little buzzed but the places were nothing special with anything much going on. On the way out of the second bar, there was a Taxi outside and Joyce asked the taxi driver if he could take us to a club where there might be more action, and she said maybe we should go to someplace that the local's hangout. Joyce was wearing a short little sundress that showed off her great figure and ample cleavage at the time and the Taxi driver took every opportunity to check Joyce out before saying, “Well Mrs, I could suggest a rather small club that is not too far away by Taxi and I'm sure you will like the place, but I’m not too sure about the Mister," he said with a wink and a smile that exposed a gold tooth.
As I said, we both were buzzed, and Joyce looked at me and said she felt adventuresome, so we agreed to have him take us the place. When we got there, the driver was all smiles and told us to enjoy ourselves. When we walked in, the first thing we noticed was that the place was somewhat small and pretty dark. We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks and as our eyes adjusted to the light it became apparent that I was the only white guy in the whole place. On the other hand there were several white women in the club, and all of them were with black men.
I later found out that this place was especially known to be mostly for tourist white women who wanted to go native and experience sex with black men.
In fact, right next to us in a booth was a redhead, who looked to be a little younger than my wife, who was getting mauled by the black man she was with but based on the way she was grabbing him back, it was pretty apparent that she was loving every minute of it. I couldn’t help but notice that the white woman had a wedding ring on her finger, not that it seemed to inhibit her any.
My wife, Joyce was facing their direction and was getting quite a show. "Barry, I think she's going to fuck him right here. She just unzipped his pants and is taking….. oh my God he's huge. I’ve never ever seen a penis that big" Joyce said, gulping down her *******.
I got up and went to the bar to get us another round and while I was there, I turned to get a better look at our amorous couple and quickly found out that Joyce was right, The guy’s cock was huge. The redhead had her right hand curled around his shaft and was pumping away on it while they were kissing and he was playing with her breasts right out in the open like no one was around.
I ordered our drinks, and turned back to our booth just in time to see a tall black man standing at the table talking to Joyce. It wasn’t long before I saw him offer his hand and was surprised when I saw my wife take it, and follow him onto the dance floor.
I returned to our booth and watched as they danced one fast dance, and then a slow number came on and during the second dance I could tell he was holding Joyce very close to his body. The dark skinned black man was about 6'5" and seemed to tower over Joyce by a foot maybe more. I told myself that it was nothing, just a dance and that I shouldn’t be jealous or worry. In fact, over the years, I've seen lots of guys hit on Joyce and if anything, I’ve always found it strangely exciting.
When Joyce returned to the table I jokingly asked if her new friend was as big as the black man in the next both and was surprised when she said "Believe it or not, I think his might even be bigger.” She then went on to tell me that she could feel his cock rubbing against her while they slow danced and she said that it was very hard and very . . . very large. My wife seemed really excited as she described her dance with the tall black man. I was about to ask her if he had turned her on, when the waiter walked up with a couple of shot glasses and he pointed over at my wife’s new friend who was now standing at the bar and he told us that the man had just bought us a round.
Joyce quickly took the shot glass in her hand and lifted her glass to him, gave him a big smile and then quickly swallowed the shot down. A few minutes later her new friend walked up with a couple more shooters. "Since you enjoyed the last ones, I thought why not a couple more," he said in a deep voice. He introduced himself to me as James, and with a big smile on his face, he asked if he could sit down.
Joyce was quick to agree and insist that he join us and he sat down beside her in the booth. We made small talk for a while and during that time James did little to hide his attraction to Joyce. As I said, my wife is a very sexy woman and James never took his eyes off of her. Joyce at the same time appeared mesmerized by him, staring at James and listening to everything he said and seemed totally enthralled with him.
After him ordering a couple more rounds of shooters, he asked Joyce to dance again. I kind of thought it would have been more appropriate for him to ask my permission but he pretty much ignored me. I could tell Joyce was tipsy from all the drinks she had but she still reached her hand out and James led out to the dance floor. She swayed a little as she walked and I assumed it was from the ******* but I also knew that Joyce can be quite teasing when she has a little to ******* and James was quick to take advantage, sliding his arm around her as if to steady her.
The first song was a fast number again and by the time the song was over, James had pulled Joyce close to him again and I noticed that James had his leg pushed up against Joyce, and it looked to me like it was resting against her cunt and I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be grinding away on it to the beat of the music. I knew Joyce was getting turned on by the way she pressed her body against the black man as they danced again to the next slow song and I knew that I probably should intercede, but the truth was, I was getting pretty excited by what I was witnessing.
During the next slow dance, I noticed that Joyce's eyes were closed as she rested her head on Jame’s chest and I started to get a little alarmed when I saw James hands drop down and caress her butt. I expected Joyce to stop him, but if anything she just seemed to push her body even closer.
As I continued to watch them, I saw James saying something to Joyce, and he would from time to time, nuzzle her ear and it was obvious he was continuing to whisper in her ear. When the dance ended they were at the back of the dance floor and I lost track of the two of them in the crowd as people were moving around. When I last spotted them, it looked as though James was leading her away from our table, and towards the other end of the club and I wondered what was going on but I decided to wait a few minutes before panicking.
After five minutes I really began to worry and I decided to go and look for them. I noticed there was a rather dark hallway at the back corner of the club in the direction I thought they headed the last I saw them and I headed for it. I entered the hallway and as my eyes adjusted to the even dimmer lights there, I could make out a couple leaning against the wall in the far corner of the hallway. The man, who was black, had his back to me and his shoulders prevented me from seeing the woman's face that he was with but I could tell she was white because I could see her tanned shoulder and part of her breast because the top half of the woman's dress had been pulled down around her waist.
I could see that the man was leaning over the woman and was sucking on her tits and the white woman seemed to be working on his pants in a rather frenzied manner. The man's one hand was between the woman's legs, and all of a sudden, I saw his hand move rapidly and I realized that he had tore her flimsily panties off, discarding them on the floor behind them. I then saw the black man as he crouched down a little and saw the woman lift her left leg high in the air as the man dipped, and then I saw him ease his hips forward and move his body up into hers and I realized they were about to fuck right there in the club hallway. It was apparent to me that this woman was wild with lust and I had never seen my wife as excited as this woman seemed to be so the thought never entered my mind that the woman could be my wife.
My dick was hard as I watched the man lift the woman effortlessly off the ground and I realized that he had slipped his cock into her. In the dim light it was difficult to see just how large the guy's cock was, but there was no mistaking the pleasure it gave the woman when it entered her as she let out a loud moan followed by her words of passion “Oh yes, that feels so good!” As soon as I heard it, I recognized that it was my wife’s voice.
"Oh god James, that big black cock feels so good in me," the women continued as she moaned out loud. Oh yes…..yes……oh fuck yes....that big cock feels so good! Fuck me with it….fuck me with your big black cock," I heard her exclaim. I had never heard Joyce talk like this before.
I continued to watch as James lifted Joyce off the ground easily all the while pumping his cock in and out of her married white pussy. Joyce's moaning increased, announcing her first orgasm and James moved with even more powerful strokes as he continued to fuck my wife, bringing her to an incredible first series of body shaking orgasms but still continuing to pound his cock in and out of her. Every now and then he would stop, almost teasing Joyce to make her ask for more which she willingly did. "No.....oh no….please…..don't stop James, please, it feels so good….so fucking good," I heard her say.
The scene was so erotic that suddenly I felt my dick start to spurt without me even touching it. I tried to keep myself from cumming by grabbing my dick and squeezing it, but I still came, and it was if it wouldn’t stop. Cum kept spewing from my dick, spurt after spurt and it was soaking the entire front of my pants as I continued to watch them.
Meanwhile James had brought Joyce to another series of screaming orgasms as I heard her pleading voice again saying "Oh fuck…so good….so fucking good….please…please don't stop, fuck me, keep fucking me! Oh your big black cock is so good!" she kept repeating, over and over.
After this had gone on for at least 10 minutes, I noticed that James movements began to quicken and I knew he was getting closer to cumming. "You like this big black cock don't you Joyce? Tell me the truth!" James demanded.
"Oh fuck yes…yes, fuck me, oh yes you’re soooo fuckin good. I love it…I love that big black cock." Joyce moaned and slurred as she came on his black cock still once more.
Suddenly, James bellowed and he slammed Joyce against the wall still impaled on his cock. His strokes became short, quick jerks, and then I saw him shove his big cock in deep and hold it there and I knew that he was shooting his hot cum into her cunt. All of a sudden it hit me and I wondered if Joyce had made him use protection. She wasn’t on the pill because she was allergic to it and could never use it and I used condoms whenever we fucked which wasn’t all that often. I doubted that she was sober enough to remember to insist that he use a condom and I was sick to my stomach as I realized it was too late to change things now, as I watched James continue to pump my wife full of his black man seed.
My mind reeled with what I had just witnessed. Confused and embarrassed and not wanting to be seen, I hurriedly went to the men's room where I tried to clean up the mess from the cum I had shot inside of my trousers. Despite several attempts, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to hide the large stain on the front of my pants so I decided to just hurry back to our booth.
When I returned to the table, James was already sitting there and when I looked at him, he got this sly smile on his face before saying "Your wife is in the ladies room, freshening up Barry. I hope you didn’t miss us but we decided to go outside for a little air.
I thought it odd the way he said it, since it really pretty much seemed that he didn’t have the least bit of a concern if I cared or not. I just mumbled that it was okay, and he again go this sly grin on his face. For the first time on the island, I was a little frightened, especially by his demeanor and the way he was acting now.