I haven't read this one....but the title sounded good
Wife Gets Blacked in Jamaica
by Smal4u
My wife and I never talked about it. I'm really not sure how it became a thing with us either. It's possible she saw the porn I always had on my computer. I think years ago she saw some stories that I had printed out and read them. She never acted on them, nor talked to me about what was in them, but if she read them, she knew what I was reading and jerking off to. While I don't think that was the sole reason we went down this road, I believe it planted a seed in her mind that percolated over the years. I'm also pretty certain that she already had a latent desire herself and more and more comments and small actions showed that it was becoming something she was having trouble hiding.
Cuckolding me. Cuckolding me with a black man. That's the unspoken thing between us. I jerk off to that kind of porn.
She has always had a thing for black men. Small comments over knowing someone for 30 plus years; she has never openly commented that a white guy is good looking for example. She has commented many times on how handsome she found several black men and there have been times where she has actually danced with black men when having too much to *******. There have been other times as well where it looked to me that she was openly teasing me with the possibility of going through with, but at the same time, making it just innocent enough that she wasn't doing anything out of order at all. But when you add up the number of times and the number comments and the increasing frequency of those times, it was becoming apparent to me that she was only a short step away from actually going through with it.
For my part, I didn't even need porn any more. A couple pictures of her photo-shopped onto a woman with a similar looking body with a black man and a couple of odd shots we have with her posing with a couple of black men starts me off. Then all I have to do is think about her comments and actions and go from there. I admit that I am obsessed with it. It seems she is as well. I knew all that was needed was time and opportunity. We finally got both when we went to Jamaica.
A long needed vacation on a supposedly very mellow island. I avoided booking at one of the big resorts so we could hang with the locals. I selected a small but well rated hotel that seemed to be out of the way. It was advertised as being very clean, safe and respectable. When we got there, we found that there always seemed to be a mix of guests, locals and ex-patriots from everywhere. In short the place was just what we needed. People openly smoking weed pretty much everywhere and the place had a relaxed atmosphere al the time and a very Jamaican feel.
It took a couple days to for us to seem to mellow out; the weed helping a lot on that account. We spent the first few days lounging on the beach and doing nothing out of the ordinary, except my wife Joyce did seem to be taking a lot of pictures of the locals. She kept on commenting that what she really needed was a good shot of a Rasta to bring home. If you don't know, in Jamaica, there is quite a bit of sexual tourism. While some white men do come and get hooked up with local women, the more prevalent and less predatory version are middle aged white women taking in a local black man, called a rent-a rasta during their stay. When that occurs, the black men usually live and stay with the white woman and she pays for everything while the rent-a- cock rasta just fucks them as much as they can stand. It's actually a pretty simple arrangement.
My wife knew all about them because I made a point of showing her some web sites and printing out some material for her to read about it before we left. I couldn't resist prodding her along. For her part, she told a lot of her friends about it and even asked me to tell people about it when we were together and I knew that now that we were here, it wa definitely on her mind.
Anyway, now for the obligatory description of ourselves. We are both in our early 40's. We married right out of college and started our family right away. Joyce is a sexy brunette, was a great mom and she still has a great body with just a little paunch, but a perfect ass and nice medium sized still firm but not rock solid tits. She is a full bodied woman. She is somewhat old fashioned and has some hair between her legs but it's not an out of control jungle, just a nice little triangle trimmed to be concealed in her bathing suit. She is still drop dead sexy to me and while she thinks she is getting old – I keep on telling her that no one else thinks so. In a couple of rare times when she expressed her wildest fantasy, she has hinted about wanting to be taken and fucked by another man and I have always told her that I would love it.
Now with the ******* finally out of the house – we have time to get away alone, something we haven't done for years. Like I said; time and opportunity. Anyway, after a few days, we were totally relaxed and maybe even a little bored. We hadn't had sex yet on this trip and the truth is that we really hadn't had sex for a long time. Things just kept getting in the way and the couple times she was really horny and let me know that she wanted it, unfortunately was at a time when I had just jerked off so I pretty much couldn't do it for her. Totally frustrated, she actually went off to the guest room mumbling about how bad she needed to get fucked. I lurked outside the door and was positive I could hear her soft moans and figured that she did herself. I sure do wish I could have watched that.
The hotel had a big party on Saturday night. It was actually advertised on the web for having a great party. They always had music and some type of other entertainment, in this case it was a live reggae band that was followed by an African drumming demonstration. It was a typical Jamaican night – 82 degrees and very humid. Even with the ceiling fans cranked up in the outdoor venue, it was hot and sweaty to say the least. We got there early and got a table right in front. I was eager to see the show and it turned out there were a few shows I was interested in seeing that night.
The band came on and was very good. Of course the black rasta lead had my wife's complete attention. Her stare accompanied by her standard comment that "He's so handsome!" started me wondering just how far tonight might go. Would something finally happen or would she stop short as usual?
The African Drummers and dancers were next and to say they were fabulous would be an understatement. They were all black men, big, muscular and handsome, all of them! They wore a sort of short pajama bottom and nothing else. Accompanied by two women dancers also very scantily clad the combined effect was nothing short of primal. The thumping drums and the frenzied dancing of the scantily clad black men and women seemed like an aphrodisiac to most in the crowd.
Joyce was captivated and there seemed to be one of the black men in particular that caught her eye. Whenever one of the African drummers had a lead part – they would step forward and that was when Joyce's camera starting taking video as well as a lot of still shots. I thought I could actually see Joyce squirming in her seat as she watched and took pictures.
It was very loud, but I was certain that I heard her say to me, "That one right there, he's the one I want." When I asked her to repeat herself, she wouldn't and just remained silent, but she was still fixated on him. I had my hand on her back, gently caressing her, but also applying gentle pressure hoping to let her know that she had my permission by pushing her forward and towards him.
For her part, her stare never left him. I think she was trying to get his attention, knowing that if she looked away, he might miss her intent. At one point she commented that there wasn't really anyone in the crowd that these guys would be interested in (it did seem to be an older crowd). While continuing my permissive caresses I whispered in her ear and told her that she was totally hot enough for any of these guys to want her. I don't know what more I could have done short of telling her to go ahead and fuck him!
The show actually was quite long. These guys were working hard and their flawless black skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration. It was like they were working towards a massive group orgasm.
I was just sitting there watching this very erotic display, wishing my wife would understand that I would be happy to let her have this experience. I nuzzled and kissed her neck, all the while caressing her back, letting my hand drift lower towards her soft and fabulous ass. Maybe unconsciously, I was hoping to warm her up, or help in her arousal so that she would either be unable to resist the possibility of mating with this extremely virile black man or that she would simply take the lead and let him know that she could be his tonight. No matter what, my dick was hard as a rock while I sat there.
She finally noticed me adjusting my confined erection and slowly moved her hand into my lap to confirm my excitement. then she turned her head to look at me and search my face for the answers she needed. I just stared at the object of her desire a moment; feeling her eyes upon me, just long enough to make sure she could see what I was looking at and then, before she could look away, I turned to look into her beautiful eyes and smiled at her as she still held my hard little penis in her hand.
No words were needed. She wanted him and she knew that I wanted her to have him. We both returned our attention to him. Our expressions must have changed, or maybe he had watched our brief silent exchange, but one thing for sure, he now seemed to know that she was his for the taking.
For his next solo, he moved directly in front of us. He danced and ground his hips just a few feet in front of Joyce this time and her gaze went up and down his body, but stayed for an extended time on his crotch, and for a good reason. Apparently the only thing he was wearing was the thin shin length bottoms and bouncing against the cloth – down by his left knee!! – was the head of his huge black cock. When Joyce saw it and realized how big his cock must be, gasped and I have to admit that when I saw it, my mouth hung open. Wow – I guess he really IS the one I thought!
For the balance of the show, he made frequent eye contact with my wife and often with me as well. At first I wasn't sure why, until I realized that he knew I was her husband and he was looking to see what my reaction was going to be. I was sure that she was not the first white wife that came to the island looking to fuck a black man and I'm sure that he also knew that I wasn't the first cuckold husband that was here to watch either. He just seemed to want to make sure that I was as OK with this as my obviously aroused wife was.
Once I realized that he needed a signal, I stroked her shoulder and smiled at him, giving him a slight nod. My heart was racing and I was physically shaking. This was happening. This wasn't a fantasy. This was reality. I knew that something could still go wrong and it might not happen, but we had never gone this far down the road before. We had the time and opportunity and unless something changed, I felt sure that this was really going to happen and soon.
Finally the show ended. I saw a lot of couples get up and leave sure that they would be adjourning to their rooms to burn off some of the sexual passion generated by the night. The emcee thanked the audience and told the crowd that the players would remain if anyone wanted to talk with them. Joyce looked at me for one last confirmation of my permission to proceed and I leaned in and kissed her cheek gently and softly pushed on her back to get out of her chair.
She stood up still looking at me. My hand lowered to her round and perfect ass. I caressed her bottom while she smiled at me somewhat nervously. Once again, I pushed at her bottom and then she somewhat reluctantly, started off in the direction of the band, occasionally looking back over her shoulder at me to see if I was following, maybe to see if I would change my mind. She would later tell me that she was still partly unbelieving that I had in fact given her permission to stray from our vows and that is why she kept looking back – she had to be sure that it would be alright to cuckold me, and in a very public way. After all, this was a very small resort and the employees and other guests would almost certainly know that my wife was available and had my permission to get fucked by this native Jamaican black man.
Just an aside on this topic – this happens pretty frequently in Jamaica, especially in the part of the island where we were staying. that was one of the reasons I had picked it. It was so closely integrated with the locals, and with everyone knowing what goes on here, I figured that no one would judge us unfairly for what we were doing. The locals and the guests would be fine with this just as they are fine with many other things that happen down there. Sex between people is as natural as breathing so if anything – people were probably happy that we all would be having fun that night.
I watched my wife saunter away from me – a great view by the way. Her ass swaying underneath her light summer dress, and I knew that she only had her panties and bra on beneath that dress. She walked over to where the musicians and dancer were talking with several guests. At first, she didn't go directly to the one I knew she was interested in, but rather stood on the periphery for several moments. I figured that she wanted to see if he would notice her. What she really was afraid of was that he wouldn't be interested in this middle aged married white mom so she was hesitant. She needn't have been concerned because she was only there a short few moments when he noticed her and with a broad smile came right over to her.
Of course I couldn't hear the conversation, but I could see that they were talking and the way they both were smiling and looking into each other's eyes. AI saw him keep looking over her shoulder at me then back to her and when she looked back over her shoulder at me, I knew that the conversation had turned to what I thought about all this. My previously non-verbal permission had obviously been explained to him by my wife and shortly he stopped and stared at me, with a big grin on his face. Later on, she told me that he had asked what I thought about all this and she told him that it was my idea and that I would be fine with whatever happened. Of course that was true, but I was still amazed that in spite of my obvious nonverbal encouragement, that she would tell him that without us having really talked about it.
I saw the two of them peel off and move away from the crowd and go over to the bar. I was now only a few tables away from them with Joyce sitting on a bar stool with her side to me. The black man was facing her and I could see that her dress had hiked up when she sat down and her legs were pretty exposed. I could also see that the black man had his hand on her bare thigh and was moving it slowly up and down as they talked.
It looked as if they were in deep conversation and he was very close to her, now letting both of his hands roam all over her. I just sat there and watched and felt my dick get as hard as it ever had been. It wasn't long before some of the employees seemed to notice what was happening and that I was just sitting there watching my wife with this black man. I couldn't help but figure they all knew that another married white woman was going to be black fucked that night. It wasn't long after that when some of the other guests seemed to also pick up on what was happening as well, and they kept looking back and forth from me to my wife and the black man she was with and I saw a lot of them smiling or maybe they were smirking at me knowingly. A few of the couples got up and left, probably to go back to their room and fuck..
Joyce had a few more drinks while she sat talking to the black man. I was sure she was doing it to bolster her courage and resolve and I saw her nod when he whispered into her ear. That was when he made the move – the one that said let's go back to your room and fuck; and when she nodded her permission, he smiled and she stood up and turned. He now had his hand around her waist and they started to walk down the path towards our room. I watched them and she stopped, turned around and quizzically looked back at me. The look was, "Are you coming?"
When I quickly got to me feet she had her answer and the look changed to a sly smile. Turning away again, they walked down the path in front of me to what I knew was going to be a new future. Hesitating for only a moment, I blushed when I realized that most of the other guests and workers were now looking at me. There was no doubt in any of their minds that I was going to follow my wife and her black friend back to our room to witness my own cuckolding. I was totally embarrassed and knew that there could be no doubt in their minds because of the way my excitement was confirmed by my obvious erection sticking out in the front of my pants. Red faced, embarrassed but unbelievably aroused I quickly walked out to follow them.
Turning down the path, I slowed as they were walking much slower, I could clearly see that his black hand was now cupping her ass as she tucked into his arm. At first I thought they were just enjoying the moment, but then I realized that I was the one that had the key to the room. They were waiting for me. I had to be an active participant. Opening the door was not just a metaphor for allowing him access to my room and my wife, but it required my active participation. I now realize that was another in a whole series of decisions and points that could have ended the night without him in our bed; and without his big black cock and cum inside my wife.
Realizing what they needed from me, I walked up next to them, actually said excuse me, and went up to the door, unlocked and opened it, turned on the lights and waited at the door for them. Joyce went in first, smiling as she looked me directly in the eyes as she passed and he came next, and when he did, he looked at me with a "I'm gonna fuck your wife" look on his face." It wasn't mean or anything like that, it was just kind of matter of fact. He wasn't judging me I told myself. He knew that my wife wanted a big black cock and that I wanted her to have it and he was just happy to oblige us, although there was no doubt that he wanted it too and so it would be a win - win situation for everyone. I was sure that He probably figured that if I got off on the humiliation of it all, that was fine with him too, since after all, he was going to get to fuck this attractive married white wife, and right in front of her husband! He was going to get to show them both just how great sex with a black man would be.
Once inside of the room, they acted as if I wasn't even there, talking and laughing. Joyce did stop long enough to tell me to make myself useful and to go and open a bottle of wine. The black guy offered her some weed, and she readily accepted and they both smoked. The man was nice enough to hand me some as well when I offered the wine.
I was surprised when the black man took the TV controller, but he quickly punched in the number for a channel that played music = slow reggae and he took her hand and pulled her up off of the couch and they danced closely for a bit. Things sort of seemed to stay like that for a few minutes with Joyce kind of still holding back and not allowing him to pull her in real close while the danced and I realized that Joyce was having either second thoughts or was no longer sure she could do this. I realized that it had been a very long time since another man had even seen her naked let alone having a man that was about to put his cock inside her body and I figured that she was probably suddenly self-conscious about her age and her body.
The black man pulled her close and grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed his lips to hers, but she pushed away saying, "I'm not sure I can do this. I'm too old for you. You can't really be interested in an old married woman like me."
He stopped and then he laughed. Not a mean or sinister laugh, but one of trying to make fun of what she said to let her know just how wrong she was. He told her that she was truly a beautiful woman and that her age had only made her more desirable and that he would rather be with her than the stupid little 20 some-things running around here half naked and ******* out of their minds. He told her that she was lucky that her husband loved he so much that he was willing to allow her to have this experience and that he would never do that if he didn't love and respect her.
When it seemed as if she was still hesitant, he backed her up to a chair and suggested that maybe she should sit down. She sat down and the black man released her hands and backed away from her and then he put his hands into his waist band and dropped his pants to the floor. I was behind him and only saw the reaction on my wife's face to what she was now looking at. I looked under his ass and between his legs to see a massive pair of black testicles and the end of his fat black cock hanging half way down to his knees. I knew that it had to be at least 10 or 11 inches long, much longer and fatter than my little 4 1/2 inch dick.
Before anything could be said, the black man simply looked at Joyce and said "This is a cock that is very interested in you missy!"
I think we both knew that this was decision time. Either she would have to decide to go through with it or forever regret not trying such a big cock and I knew just by looking at her what the choice was. He was indeed a beautiful specimen of a man. His cock was massive and hanging and pulsing right there in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and touch it to show him that she wanted him.
Slowly, as if hypnotized by the sight before her, I saw her hand reach out and take a hold of that big black cock hanging so close. It was already getting hard and engorged with *******, getting ready to penetrate deeply inside her, ready to fuck her married white pussy! It pulsed when she touched it. She could smell him. He was damp and sweaty from his performance. He was musky. She then realized she could smell herself too. She could tell that her pussy was damp. Her panties were soaked and she squirmed on the chair. She wanted, no needed her own womanhood to be touched and to be fucked. Her body had decided long before her mind that she wanted the black man to take her. She wanted to be taken right there in front of her husband by this incredible black man.
Like a moment frozen in time, she held his huge cock, staring at it. Finally, the black man reached out and stroked her hair in a gentle almost loving manner to get her attention; to break her out of her gaze on his manhood.
She looked up at him, still holding the magnificent cock in her hands. He reached out and placed his hands on her upper arms and gently guided her to her feet. She stood still holding him and then he lifted her dress up and pulled it over her head and let the thin garment fall to the ground leaving her standing before him in only her panties and bra. Her face was somewhat flushed with embarrassment at being stripped by this black man and standing in front of him in only her panties and bra, vulnerable and more revealed than she had been to any man since before marrying me.
Wife Gets Blacked in Jamaica
by Smal4u
My wife and I never talked about it. I'm really not sure how it became a thing with us either. It's possible she saw the porn I always had on my computer. I think years ago she saw some stories that I had printed out and read them. She never acted on them, nor talked to me about what was in them, but if she read them, she knew what I was reading and jerking off to. While I don't think that was the sole reason we went down this road, I believe it planted a seed in her mind that percolated over the years. I'm also pretty certain that she already had a latent desire herself and more and more comments and small actions showed that it was becoming something she was having trouble hiding.
Cuckolding me. Cuckolding me with a black man. That's the unspoken thing between us. I jerk off to that kind of porn.
She has always had a thing for black men. Small comments over knowing someone for 30 plus years; she has never openly commented that a white guy is good looking for example. She has commented many times on how handsome she found several black men and there have been times where she has actually danced with black men when having too much to *******. There have been other times as well where it looked to me that she was openly teasing me with the possibility of going through with, but at the same time, making it just innocent enough that she wasn't doing anything out of order at all. But when you add up the number of times and the number comments and the increasing frequency of those times, it was becoming apparent to me that she was only a short step away from actually going through with it.
For my part, I didn't even need porn any more. A couple pictures of her photo-shopped onto a woman with a similar looking body with a black man and a couple of odd shots we have with her posing with a couple of black men starts me off. Then all I have to do is think about her comments and actions and go from there. I admit that I am obsessed with it. It seems she is as well. I knew all that was needed was time and opportunity. We finally got both when we went to Jamaica.
A long needed vacation on a supposedly very mellow island. I avoided booking at one of the big resorts so we could hang with the locals. I selected a small but well rated hotel that seemed to be out of the way. It was advertised as being very clean, safe and respectable. When we got there, we found that there always seemed to be a mix of guests, locals and ex-patriots from everywhere. In short the place was just what we needed. People openly smoking weed pretty much everywhere and the place had a relaxed atmosphere al the time and a very Jamaican feel.
It took a couple days to for us to seem to mellow out; the weed helping a lot on that account. We spent the first few days lounging on the beach and doing nothing out of the ordinary, except my wife Joyce did seem to be taking a lot of pictures of the locals. She kept on commenting that what she really needed was a good shot of a Rasta to bring home. If you don't know, in Jamaica, there is quite a bit of sexual tourism. While some white men do come and get hooked up with local women, the more prevalent and less predatory version are middle aged white women taking in a local black man, called a rent-a rasta during their stay. When that occurs, the black men usually live and stay with the white woman and she pays for everything while the rent-a- cock rasta just fucks them as much as they can stand. It's actually a pretty simple arrangement.
My wife knew all about them because I made a point of showing her some web sites and printing out some material for her to read about it before we left. I couldn't resist prodding her along. For her part, she told a lot of her friends about it and even asked me to tell people about it when we were together and I knew that now that we were here, it wa definitely on her mind.
Anyway, now for the obligatory description of ourselves. We are both in our early 40's. We married right out of college and started our family right away. Joyce is a sexy brunette, was a great mom and she still has a great body with just a little paunch, but a perfect ass and nice medium sized still firm but not rock solid tits. She is a full bodied woman. She is somewhat old fashioned and has some hair between her legs but it's not an out of control jungle, just a nice little triangle trimmed to be concealed in her bathing suit. She is still drop dead sexy to me and while she thinks she is getting old – I keep on telling her that no one else thinks so. In a couple of rare times when she expressed her wildest fantasy, she has hinted about wanting to be taken and fucked by another man and I have always told her that I would love it.
Now with the ******* finally out of the house – we have time to get away alone, something we haven't done for years. Like I said; time and opportunity. Anyway, after a few days, we were totally relaxed and maybe even a little bored. We hadn't had sex yet on this trip and the truth is that we really hadn't had sex for a long time. Things just kept getting in the way and the couple times she was really horny and let me know that she wanted it, unfortunately was at a time when I had just jerked off so I pretty much couldn't do it for her. Totally frustrated, she actually went off to the guest room mumbling about how bad she needed to get fucked. I lurked outside the door and was positive I could hear her soft moans and figured that she did herself. I sure do wish I could have watched that.
The hotel had a big party on Saturday night. It was actually advertised on the web for having a great party. They always had music and some type of other entertainment, in this case it was a live reggae band that was followed by an African drumming demonstration. It was a typical Jamaican night – 82 degrees and very humid. Even with the ceiling fans cranked up in the outdoor venue, it was hot and sweaty to say the least. We got there early and got a table right in front. I was eager to see the show and it turned out there were a few shows I was interested in seeing that night.
The band came on and was very good. Of course the black rasta lead had my wife's complete attention. Her stare accompanied by her standard comment that "He's so handsome!" started me wondering just how far tonight might go. Would something finally happen or would she stop short as usual?
The African Drummers and dancers were next and to say they were fabulous would be an understatement. They were all black men, big, muscular and handsome, all of them! They wore a sort of short pajama bottom and nothing else. Accompanied by two women dancers also very scantily clad the combined effect was nothing short of primal. The thumping drums and the frenzied dancing of the scantily clad black men and women seemed like an aphrodisiac to most in the crowd.
Joyce was captivated and there seemed to be one of the black men in particular that caught her eye. Whenever one of the African drummers had a lead part – they would step forward and that was when Joyce's camera starting taking video as well as a lot of still shots. I thought I could actually see Joyce squirming in her seat as she watched and took pictures.
It was very loud, but I was certain that I heard her say to me, "That one right there, he's the one I want." When I asked her to repeat herself, she wouldn't and just remained silent, but she was still fixated on him. I had my hand on her back, gently caressing her, but also applying gentle pressure hoping to let her know that she had my permission by pushing her forward and towards him.
For her part, her stare never left him. I think she was trying to get his attention, knowing that if she looked away, he might miss her intent. At one point she commented that there wasn't really anyone in the crowd that these guys would be interested in (it did seem to be an older crowd). While continuing my permissive caresses I whispered in her ear and told her that she was totally hot enough for any of these guys to want her. I don't know what more I could have done short of telling her to go ahead and fuck him!
The show actually was quite long. These guys were working hard and their flawless black skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration. It was like they were working towards a massive group orgasm.
I was just sitting there watching this very erotic display, wishing my wife would understand that I would be happy to let her have this experience. I nuzzled and kissed her neck, all the while caressing her back, letting my hand drift lower towards her soft and fabulous ass. Maybe unconsciously, I was hoping to warm her up, or help in her arousal so that she would either be unable to resist the possibility of mating with this extremely virile black man or that she would simply take the lead and let him know that she could be his tonight. No matter what, my dick was hard as a rock while I sat there.
She finally noticed me adjusting my confined erection and slowly moved her hand into my lap to confirm my excitement. then she turned her head to look at me and search my face for the answers she needed. I just stared at the object of her desire a moment; feeling her eyes upon me, just long enough to make sure she could see what I was looking at and then, before she could look away, I turned to look into her beautiful eyes and smiled at her as she still held my hard little penis in her hand.
No words were needed. She wanted him and she knew that I wanted her to have him. We both returned our attention to him. Our expressions must have changed, or maybe he had watched our brief silent exchange, but one thing for sure, he now seemed to know that she was his for the taking.
For his next solo, he moved directly in front of us. He danced and ground his hips just a few feet in front of Joyce this time and her gaze went up and down his body, but stayed for an extended time on his crotch, and for a good reason. Apparently the only thing he was wearing was the thin shin length bottoms and bouncing against the cloth – down by his left knee!! – was the head of his huge black cock. When Joyce saw it and realized how big his cock must be, gasped and I have to admit that when I saw it, my mouth hung open. Wow – I guess he really IS the one I thought!
For the balance of the show, he made frequent eye contact with my wife and often with me as well. At first I wasn't sure why, until I realized that he knew I was her husband and he was looking to see what my reaction was going to be. I was sure that she was not the first white wife that came to the island looking to fuck a black man and I'm sure that he also knew that I wasn't the first cuckold husband that was here to watch either. He just seemed to want to make sure that I was as OK with this as my obviously aroused wife was.
Once I realized that he needed a signal, I stroked her shoulder and smiled at him, giving him a slight nod. My heart was racing and I was physically shaking. This was happening. This wasn't a fantasy. This was reality. I knew that something could still go wrong and it might not happen, but we had never gone this far down the road before. We had the time and opportunity and unless something changed, I felt sure that this was really going to happen and soon.
Finally the show ended. I saw a lot of couples get up and leave sure that they would be adjourning to their rooms to burn off some of the sexual passion generated by the night. The emcee thanked the audience and told the crowd that the players would remain if anyone wanted to talk with them. Joyce looked at me for one last confirmation of my permission to proceed and I leaned in and kissed her cheek gently and softly pushed on her back to get out of her chair.
She stood up still looking at me. My hand lowered to her round and perfect ass. I caressed her bottom while she smiled at me somewhat nervously. Once again, I pushed at her bottom and then she somewhat reluctantly, started off in the direction of the band, occasionally looking back over her shoulder at me to see if I was following, maybe to see if I would change my mind. She would later tell me that she was still partly unbelieving that I had in fact given her permission to stray from our vows and that is why she kept looking back – she had to be sure that it would be alright to cuckold me, and in a very public way. After all, this was a very small resort and the employees and other guests would almost certainly know that my wife was available and had my permission to get fucked by this native Jamaican black man.
Just an aside on this topic – this happens pretty frequently in Jamaica, especially in the part of the island where we were staying. that was one of the reasons I had picked it. It was so closely integrated with the locals, and with everyone knowing what goes on here, I figured that no one would judge us unfairly for what we were doing. The locals and the guests would be fine with this just as they are fine with many other things that happen down there. Sex between people is as natural as breathing so if anything – people were probably happy that we all would be having fun that night.
I watched my wife saunter away from me – a great view by the way. Her ass swaying underneath her light summer dress, and I knew that she only had her panties and bra on beneath that dress. She walked over to where the musicians and dancer were talking with several guests. At first, she didn't go directly to the one I knew she was interested in, but rather stood on the periphery for several moments. I figured that she wanted to see if he would notice her. What she really was afraid of was that he wouldn't be interested in this middle aged married white mom so she was hesitant. She needn't have been concerned because she was only there a short few moments when he noticed her and with a broad smile came right over to her.
Of course I couldn't hear the conversation, but I could see that they were talking and the way they both were smiling and looking into each other's eyes. AI saw him keep looking over her shoulder at me then back to her and when she looked back over her shoulder at me, I knew that the conversation had turned to what I thought about all this. My previously non-verbal permission had obviously been explained to him by my wife and shortly he stopped and stared at me, with a big grin on his face. Later on, she told me that he had asked what I thought about all this and she told him that it was my idea and that I would be fine with whatever happened. Of course that was true, but I was still amazed that in spite of my obvious nonverbal encouragement, that she would tell him that without us having really talked about it.
I saw the two of them peel off and move away from the crowd and go over to the bar. I was now only a few tables away from them with Joyce sitting on a bar stool with her side to me. The black man was facing her and I could see that her dress had hiked up when she sat down and her legs were pretty exposed. I could also see that the black man had his hand on her bare thigh and was moving it slowly up and down as they talked.
It looked as if they were in deep conversation and he was very close to her, now letting both of his hands roam all over her. I just sat there and watched and felt my dick get as hard as it ever had been. It wasn't long before some of the employees seemed to notice what was happening and that I was just sitting there watching my wife with this black man. I couldn't help but figure they all knew that another married white woman was going to be black fucked that night. It wasn't long after that when some of the other guests seemed to also pick up on what was happening as well, and they kept looking back and forth from me to my wife and the black man she was with and I saw a lot of them smiling or maybe they were smirking at me knowingly. A few of the couples got up and left, probably to go back to their room and fuck..
Joyce had a few more drinks while she sat talking to the black man. I was sure she was doing it to bolster her courage and resolve and I saw her nod when he whispered into her ear. That was when he made the move – the one that said let's go back to your room and fuck; and when she nodded her permission, he smiled and she stood up and turned. He now had his hand around her waist and they started to walk down the path towards our room. I watched them and she stopped, turned around and quizzically looked back at me. The look was, "Are you coming?"
When I quickly got to me feet she had her answer and the look changed to a sly smile. Turning away again, they walked down the path in front of me to what I knew was going to be a new future. Hesitating for only a moment, I blushed when I realized that most of the other guests and workers were now looking at me. There was no doubt in any of their minds that I was going to follow my wife and her black friend back to our room to witness my own cuckolding. I was totally embarrassed and knew that there could be no doubt in their minds because of the way my excitement was confirmed by my obvious erection sticking out in the front of my pants. Red faced, embarrassed but unbelievably aroused I quickly walked out to follow them.
Turning down the path, I slowed as they were walking much slower, I could clearly see that his black hand was now cupping her ass as she tucked into his arm. At first I thought they were just enjoying the moment, but then I realized that I was the one that had the key to the room. They were waiting for me. I had to be an active participant. Opening the door was not just a metaphor for allowing him access to my room and my wife, but it required my active participation. I now realize that was another in a whole series of decisions and points that could have ended the night without him in our bed; and without his big black cock and cum inside my wife.
Realizing what they needed from me, I walked up next to them, actually said excuse me, and went up to the door, unlocked and opened it, turned on the lights and waited at the door for them. Joyce went in first, smiling as she looked me directly in the eyes as she passed and he came next, and when he did, he looked at me with a "I'm gonna fuck your wife" look on his face." It wasn't mean or anything like that, it was just kind of matter of fact. He wasn't judging me I told myself. He knew that my wife wanted a big black cock and that I wanted her to have it and he was just happy to oblige us, although there was no doubt that he wanted it too and so it would be a win - win situation for everyone. I was sure that He probably figured that if I got off on the humiliation of it all, that was fine with him too, since after all, he was going to get to fuck this attractive married white wife, and right in front of her husband! He was going to get to show them both just how great sex with a black man would be.
Once inside of the room, they acted as if I wasn't even there, talking and laughing. Joyce did stop long enough to tell me to make myself useful and to go and open a bottle of wine. The black guy offered her some weed, and she readily accepted and they both smoked. The man was nice enough to hand me some as well when I offered the wine.
I was surprised when the black man took the TV controller, but he quickly punched in the number for a channel that played music = slow reggae and he took her hand and pulled her up off of the couch and they danced closely for a bit. Things sort of seemed to stay like that for a few minutes with Joyce kind of still holding back and not allowing him to pull her in real close while the danced and I realized that Joyce was having either second thoughts or was no longer sure she could do this. I realized that it had been a very long time since another man had even seen her naked let alone having a man that was about to put his cock inside her body and I figured that she was probably suddenly self-conscious about her age and her body.
The black man pulled her close and grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed his lips to hers, but she pushed away saying, "I'm not sure I can do this. I'm too old for you. You can't really be interested in an old married woman like me."
He stopped and then he laughed. Not a mean or sinister laugh, but one of trying to make fun of what she said to let her know just how wrong she was. He told her that she was truly a beautiful woman and that her age had only made her more desirable and that he would rather be with her than the stupid little 20 some-things running around here half naked and ******* out of their minds. He told her that she was lucky that her husband loved he so much that he was willing to allow her to have this experience and that he would never do that if he didn't love and respect her.
When it seemed as if she was still hesitant, he backed her up to a chair and suggested that maybe she should sit down. She sat down and the black man released her hands and backed away from her and then he put his hands into his waist band and dropped his pants to the floor. I was behind him and only saw the reaction on my wife's face to what she was now looking at. I looked under his ass and between his legs to see a massive pair of black testicles and the end of his fat black cock hanging half way down to his knees. I knew that it had to be at least 10 or 11 inches long, much longer and fatter than my little 4 1/2 inch dick.
Before anything could be said, the black man simply looked at Joyce and said "This is a cock that is very interested in you missy!"
I think we both knew that this was decision time. Either she would have to decide to go through with it or forever regret not trying such a big cock and I knew just by looking at her what the choice was. He was indeed a beautiful specimen of a man. His cock was massive and hanging and pulsing right there in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and touch it to show him that she wanted him.
Slowly, as if hypnotized by the sight before her, I saw her hand reach out and take a hold of that big black cock hanging so close. It was already getting hard and engorged with *******, getting ready to penetrate deeply inside her, ready to fuck her married white pussy! It pulsed when she touched it. She could smell him. He was damp and sweaty from his performance. He was musky. She then realized she could smell herself too. She could tell that her pussy was damp. Her panties were soaked and she squirmed on the chair. She wanted, no needed her own womanhood to be touched and to be fucked. Her body had decided long before her mind that she wanted the black man to take her. She wanted to be taken right there in front of her husband by this incredible black man.
Like a moment frozen in time, she held his huge cock, staring at it. Finally, the black man reached out and stroked her hair in a gentle almost loving manner to get her attention; to break her out of her gaze on his manhood.
She looked up at him, still holding the magnificent cock in her hands. He reached out and placed his hands on her upper arms and gently guided her to her feet. She stood still holding him and then he lifted her dress up and pulled it over her head and let the thin garment fall to the ground leaving her standing before him in only her panties and bra. Her face was somewhat flushed with embarrassment at being stripped by this black man and standing in front of him in only her panties and bra, vulnerable and more revealed than she had been to any man since before marrying me.
