“Okay, honey. Get closer to him . . . closer. Okay, that’s better. Now, smile.”
My darling husband was up to his usual tricks. I knew what he was doing, and I knew he knew that I knew. But that’s the fun part — him directing me to position myself against any capable man he desperately wants me to ensnare.
In this case, it was an islander whom we had met the day we arrived at the hotel resort in St. Lucia. He was handsome, young, and he had a cute accent. To our surprise, he was here on holiday too. John and I were pleased to make his acquaintance at the resort swimming pool and since then we had been on the lookout for him.
You might find this weird, but we weren’t the only couples around on the prowl. Ever since John introduced me to the joys and pleasures that come with getting fucked by a black man, my horniness seems always to be one step ahead of myself. But it’s hard finding viable lovers back home, especially when you have a houseful of *******, neighbours and a 9–5 job to take over your time. It was a relief when months ago John said we would make this trip, no matter what. I never thought we would ever make it happen, but . . . here we are. And now we’re here, I’m free to mingle and free to be whatever sort of wife John demands of me.
“Move closer, Abe,” I said to my islander friend. His full name was Abraham, but I preferred calling him Abe; he didn’t seem to mind.
His hand slid around my back to stop at my massive jugs. His hands grabbed a handful of my tits behind my swimsuit. It felt good feeling his touch; I couldn’t wait to experience what the rest of him felt like though. Naughty me, I know. I can’t help myself sometimes.
“Go ahead, darling,” I hollered at John, laughing while I did. “Take the fucking picture.”
“Are you sure, honey?” John was teasing me, I knew it, and he knew that I knew. Already he was sporting a bulge in his khaki shorts that earlier hadn’t been there. “Why don’t you two dig in a little closer,” he gestured with his hand. “Go ahead, Abe. Grab hold of her tight.”
“For sure,” Abe agreed.
He turned me half towards him and now had both hands cupping my butt. I raised my knee slightly to his groin region. Yes, like my naughty husband, he too was hard underneath.
“Okay, smile,” said John.
We both smiled as he took repeated snapshots of us. Abe never let go of me even when John was supposedly done taking his stupid photos. I knew what he intended doing with them afterwards.
As for me, well, I couldn’t resist wanting to get to know Abe more. I was all laughs as I wrapped my arms around his neck and then our lips suddenly met in a kiss. Once we had that first kiss, it was as if the floodgates came open. I kissed him a lot stronger the second time, letting his tongue swirl in my mouth while his hands went on squeezing my ample buttocks. I noticed John taking more snapshots of us; he was so excited I could tell he couldn’t restrain himself.
As it turned out, we were high on a sandy bluff overlooking the beach. There were few people around, which was part of why John had suggested we come this way, so in case I had the urge to play with Abe, here would be an excellent place to do it without any person strolling in to interrupt our privacy.
John had brought a blanket with him which he unfurled while Abe and I were still locked in kissing and spread it beside our feet. Abe and I moved onto it, taking our feet out of our sandals. My hand was busy caressing the protruding bulge in his swim trunks. He loosened my bikini panties to grasp his palm upon my soft flesh.
“I’d love to see how big you are,” I pleaded.
I dropped to my knees with the sun in my face.
His cock hit my chin, then into my mouth it went.
John went and propped himself on a molehill acting as a look-out for us while simultaneously watching us. Abe was so confident in his stance; all he cared was what I was doing with his cock, rolling my studded tongue over the tip of his prick, moaning as I sucked on his testicles while a strong gust of wind blew around us. He leaned over to slip past my bikini bra to dig out my huge jugs. His thumb and forefinger caressed my nipples to erection, making me gush with wetness.
Abe gently pushed me backwards and my mouth let go of his cock with a ‘plop’ sound. He knelt beside me and licked his fingers then brought them to my pussy. I hissed from his touch.
Abe’s fingers probed my cunt, frantic.
My pussy responded by squirting over his fingers.
He brought his fingers to my lips and I sucked each one.
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