Antigua Ch. 01

My wife Marie is a slender attractive woman of forty-four. We have somehow been able to make it through twenty years and two children together. She is a stay at home mom, and I am self-employed, so we both work very hard-she, raising our sweet children, and me, trying to keep the family afloat.

We rarely get away alone, but last Fall was an exception. Grandma and Grandpa took the kids to Disneyland (again), and we had four days to ourselves. We seized the opportunity to return to one of our favorite Caribbean hideaways, the Hawksbill Resort on the Island of Antigua.

If you've ever been to the Hawksbill, you know why it's enchanting: It's quite desolate and remote. There are a few cottages, two restaurants, and three private beaches. The third beach is on the far end of the resort, and stretches for miles, off the property, and opens up to the rest of the island. This is the clothing optional beach, and the one we most frequent. I do say there are not many Americans here, but lots of Italians and Swedes.

My wife and I have discussed the prospects of swinging, but have never carried through with it. The reason is simple: Sex with us must be spontaneous. Swinging means you have to plan for it, and trust me, that's not on my wife's agenda. I have also told her that I would love to see her with another man; while I love women, I would love more to see her at her peak excitement and I would rather have her be the center of attention. In short, with my wife enjoying another man in the room, I could scarcely focus on another partner of my own.

On our second night there, one of the waiters, Jawan, took a fancy to my wife. I do confess, he was a tad young, perhaps, twenty or so, and looked awfully sharp. He wore a white tux as our server with a bow tie, and his skin was as black as coal. He was young and nervous and stumbled every time he came by with our food. I knew he was trying to get a look down my wife's blouse.

And yes, she did look pretty that night, as she always does.

"Whew", Marie said, fanning herself with the hankerchief. I knew why she was so happy.

"I know," I said. She raised her foot under the table and started to massage the lump in my pants with her stockinged foot. Yes, I did get laid that night!

The next day we lounged by the pool, and, towards the late afternoon, worked our way down the path to the nude beach. It's a little embarrassing, but only a little, because everyone knows where you're going if you bypass beach one and two. But we really didn't much care.

As we set our towels down on the sand, Marie let her top fall and started rubbing suntan oil over the two of us.

"I have to get my hair wet first," she said. The sea salt would lighten her hair. As I followed her into the water, we dove and frolicked. The warm Caribbean water felt wonderful. She swam over to me and threw her arms around me, my erection pointing into her stomach.

"I wonder how the children are doing," she said.

"They're fine," I whispered. "Look, we have this whole place to ourselves."

The beach was virtually empty. Everyone was getting ready for dinner. I followed my wife out, and we both plaid down naked on our towels in the arm sand.

And then I heard the rhythmic splashing.

"Who is that" she said? Marie covered her eyes. I could barely see myself with the sun setting straight out in front of us. But I did see enough of a small, dark- haired head swimming parallel to the shore across of us.

"Hey".

It was Jawan. My wife waved high and motion for him to come in.

"Where are you going?" Marie said. "Fancy seeing you swimming".

Jawan swam into shore and climbed out of the water. He was totally naked and was totally black except for the pink on the bottom of his feet….and the last inch of his penis.

"Hey, mon," he said, smiling, as he approached us from the water. He was his usual jovial self, and, out of uniform—I mean, really out of uniform—his youth showed. He was dripping wet and plopped down on the sand next to us, my wife's side of course, and then I noticed what my wife had been staring at. As he dropped on his back, he had thick muscular legs and a belly button that protruded. His penis slapped back against his belly, nestled in a soft bush of wirey black pubic hair, and his balls were taught from the water and swim. He was also uncircumsized. Marie had never seen an uncircumsized penis before.

There was not one inch of fat on him.

Marie rolled on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, her long chestnut hair drying over her shoulders.

He asked us where we were from, how long we were staying. His lived with his mother still about ten minutes from the resort and had been working there for two months.

"Oh, wow," Marie suddenly said. I looked over at Jawan who was suddenly embarrassed. He was starting to sport an erection, the large pink head of his penis was poking out of it's skin.

"Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry. That cool wind."

"Please," Marie said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I had just never seen—" She stopped herself short. "Well, you know. Most men in the states don't have a foreskin."

I will tell you by now I was rock solid, and trying to hide my own hardon in the sand. Jawan's penis fully extended, looking like a black nine inch banana. His cock was curved and the large pink head was fully distended.

"Oh, I'm the one that should be apologizing," Marie said.

"Well," he said, looking at her, "I do admit you're an attractive woman."

Marie looked at me. "Sorry, sweetie. I just never—"

I had to seize the opportunity. "That's okay, babe. We're on vacation."

The chance had come. I looked at Jawan, he looked at Marie, and we all started laughing, him laying there with a huge erection, and me with mine buried in the sand. I leaned over to my wife and whispered in her ear, "I want you to touch it."

"Excuse me, " she said!

"Well," I sighed, "you can't let the poor lad go home like that!" Maried laughed and looked at Jawan.

"Would you mind," she said? "I never—"

"Please, ma'am—do not be ridiculous."

Marie's tiny white hand slowly reached over an grabbed Jawan's long black cock. She gently worked the foreskin over the head, back and forth. "That's kind of cool," Marie said, staring at it with complete curiosity. She was more interested in studying the way the skin moved than what might actually happen if she kept her hand movement up.

"I'm here for you, ma'am," Jawan said, his ass starting to rhythmically move up and down in the sand as Marie's hand slowly moved up and down. I was so excited and thrilled, I cannot explain the feeling to you. Jawan laid down with his huge hard on in the air, feeling Marie's hand. I bent over for a better view, and gently kissed her on the back of the head. But her attention was completely focused elsewhere.

"Oops," Marie said. A viscous string of pre come oozed from his tip, which she wiped clean with her forefinger. Jawan was going to let loose any moment.

"And over here we have—"

"Oh, crap, Jawan said "Another bus arrived. The new group of tourists are going to be on this beach any second. Marie's hand stopped it's moving, but clung to his penis.

We all turned to the path, and heard the tour guide. They were still on beach one, but moving this way.

"You better hurry," I said. Was I actually coaking him to come?

"Are you sure," Marie asked, looking me in the eyes for the first time.

"Happy, Birthday, " I said. "I'm sure.

Marie pushed Jawan back and bent over him, taking his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, mon," he said. He was wide-eyed, looking at the path, looking at me for my reaction, and looking at Marie sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. I spooned Marie and kissed the back of her bobbing head as a signal of my approval. I gently rubbed her tummy and slid my hand between her legs. She was sopping.

"Oh, shit"—Jawan thrust up and whinced. Marie cupped his balls. His nipples hardened, and goose bumps covered his skin. Those were the only signs I knew he was ejaculating. Marie had half his cock in her mouth and stopped her own rhythm, gently holding the cock and balls still.

Jawan let out a large sigh and collapsed back in the sand. Marie sat up, and rolled over, just as the contingency of new tourists rounded the bend. The bus driver waved at us, and quickly turned around, with no idea of what he missed.

I stole a glance at Jawan's cock. The large ebony banana was now deflating. The only evidence of his orgasm was one large drop of white and clear sperm oozing out of the head, as it buried itself back in the foreskin.

He picked up Marie's hand and gave her a quick kiss.

"I must go to work, " he smiled. She touched his arm and he went back into the water and swam away.

We waived goodbye again, and then sat there in silence, the two of us.

"I'm very sorry, " Marie said. I touched her chin and turned her face to me. I bent over to kiss her, and only then, as I neared her lips, did I smell the alkaline smell of ejaculate.

"Someone's been a bad girl, " I said. And I leaned over and kissed her. The smell was so intoxicating, I slid my tongue into her mouth. I tasted remnants of his semen and her saliva mixed, and that odor was unmistakable. I was so turned on, I squirted right into the sand. She looked down at the puddle of come in the warm sand, and jacked the last few drops out.

"You're not mad at me?" she said, looking down at the sand to make sure there was none left.

"You've never looked more beautiful, " I said, and kissed her again.