Antigua Ch. 02

In a way, sex is a funny topic. Funny, I say, in the sense that it never wears dull. We have been having sex since the dawn of time, and yet still, it is the sexuality of women that drives us crazy. Their bodies, their warmth…..a man will never have the true power a woman has.

But what drives us more wild is their knowledge of us: Of how to touch us. Women seem to know the secrets of men's sexuality more than we know their dirty little secrets, and the essence of sex is that: They know us.

Virtually every couple that has been together a long time has discussed swinging and swapping. If they haven't discussed it, they at least thought it to themselves. If they haven't thought it to themselves, they are dull and boring and give themselves far more credit for extravagance than they deserve. Every long term relationship mandates fantasy.

And so, this brings us to part 2 of our tale in Antigua. So interesting in the responses I have received! Oh, you write well, one said—but I can't stand the subject matter. Then why comment?

But I will tell you something else: Marriage demands change and open-mindedness. If you like to hang out at the pool hall having a beer, or watching football while you're wife is in the kitchen, thinking she's content, the joke is on you. Women love the attention of two men; nature practically demands it to assure conception. But as a husband, if I am going to wander, my wife gets the same chance. That's why we've been together so long. It's called fairness—not cuckoldry. Cuckoldry is when you're dominated. I'm not dominated in this story; I 'm watching my wife have fun, and enjoying watching her have fun, sharing it with her

The difference between me and you, then, is that I'm having fun with my wife. Your wife is having fun without you. Which is better?

That night we went home and had sex like crazy. We showered and hit the sheets and made love twice. Every time I kissed my wife I had all these rampant images going through my mind. More particularly, I noticed a difference in her: She was vivacious and sexy and just seemed more open.

"Are you sure you're not mad at me," she asked once more.

"I swear", I said. She kissed me on the cheek.

"You're a very special husband."

"Sweetie, " I said. "I'm a whole lot happier you're having fun in front of me than behind my back."

"Really?"

"I've never cheated on you. I don't think you've ever cheated on me. It was fun watching you—you were so totally sexual. It was a side I never saw, but do hope I see again."

"Oh, sweetheart."

"Can I make a confession, " I said, tracing my finger up the hair from her pubic bone to her belly button. She giggled. "I wouldn't have minded if you fucked him."

"What?" She pushed me away. "You'd hate me for it."

"Listen, " I said—"Fess up—would you have?"

Marie looked down at her crotch. "Probably."

"I'm not going to lie," I said. "A lot of men have a fantasy about seeing their wives get fucked."

"Really?"

"Really. We're almost forty five years old. How many great years of fucking do we have left? We've been together. Our marriage can stand it. What do you say?"

"You're nuts! How?"

"Answer me now," I said, grabbing her arm. "Don't you have this 'two cocks at once' fantasy?"

"Sweetheart," Marie said, rubbing my arm. "I love you. What if you don't like it? Once we go there, there's no going back."

"You looked beautiful back there, Marie. You were so erotic. You had such control over the situation."

Marie shifted her legs and slid a finger into her vagina where I just came twice. Her finger glistened with our juices and she placed it on the tip of her tongue.

"Prrrrr", she said, and turned off the light.

The next morning at breakfast we acted as if nothing happened. Marie wore a red floral sun dress, and the Caribbean wind was blowing her auburn hair over her shoulders. We had our breakfast and headed down to our usual place on the beach. We had to fly out tomorrow, and if Marie was going to have the time of her life, it had to be today.

And sure enough, as if by clockwork, Jawan went swimming by us again, his small dark head bobbing in the waves. This time he swam right by us, to the next pier. Marie was almost insulted, I could tell, with her, "Where's he going?" But after Jawan touched the pillars a few hundred yards down, he stopped in the water across from us, all out of breath.

Marie sat up, her pink breasts glistening with lotion. "There you are."

Jawan crawled up on the beach, naked as a jaybird, and collapsed next to her on an empty towel. He was laying on his stomach, his ass in the air, and his long flaccid cock poking out from under his stomach. "Hey, mon," he said, his dreadlocks dripping water. He gave me a hi five.

"I have bad news", Marie said, shifting nervously. She had that little cat-like grin on her face, and stared at me.

"What's the matter," Jawan said?

"We leave tomorrow," Marie said.

Jawan sighed. "Oh, I thought you were mad over yesterday."

"Please," Marie said. "I'm mad we don't have more time to spend together."

Jawan, all but nineteen, shifted nervously and smiled at Marie. He looked to the side and noticed his face was almost perfectly in line with her auburn bush. Marie shifted her legs open and said, "Why don't you have a little snack. You look so hungry."

Jawan looked at me and I nodded my head. He leaned over and gently started sniffing my wife's cunt and parting her lips with his broad nose. Marie closed her eyes and moaned, turning her face up to the blue sky. "Oh, dear, that feels good."

Jawan got into it, climbing between her legs, never missing a lap. He had a full blown erection now, and Marie kept grinding her pussy into his face. Without warning, she grabbed him by the ears, bucked hard, and came on his face. Jawan looked up, his face wet with her pussy juices, and tried not to laugh.

"You like that, ma'am?"

"Whew!"

Jawan, anticipating it was his turn, started to roll on his back for another blow job.

"No," Marie said, grabbing his arm. "I want you inside me this time."

"Ma'am?"

"Fuck me."

Nervously looking at me, Jawan climbed between my wife's legs. Marie bent her knees to the sky, keeping her feet on the ground, and guided his long black erection. First the large pink tip spread her vagina open, and then he slid in. She looked so beautiful, I cannot tell you. She reached out and touched my hand and tried to grab my prick. I bent over and gently sucked her nipples. And Jawan treated her just like a proper lady, caressing her thighs and kissing her neck while his black ass cheeks pumped away between her legs. Every time he stroked into her, her breasts moved away from my mouth with his rhythm. I kissed her, nearly knocking heads with him. Her skin was flush. I slid my hand down, massaging her clit, and I felt his shaft touching the tips of my fingers as it slid in and out of her. Marie kept her eyes closed, sweating in the hot sun, as Jawan pumped away.

When I heard him start to breath heavy, I knew he was going to come. Would he be mad? I didn't think so. He pressed Marie closer to him, and I slid my hands further down, finding his scrotum. It had thin wirey hairs on it, and his balls were taught inside. It was very cool to the touch. Cupping his scrotum, I used my fingers and massaged the muscle between his balls and his anus. He kept thrusting.

"Give it to me," Marie said.

Jawan grunted, stopped moving, and I felt the large muscle behind his balls start to pulse. After about 7 or 8 times, it stopped and he collapsed on Marie.

I rolled back, watching him hold her, his black body intertwined with hers. Her legs still propped up, her hands rubbing his back. He whispered something, she laughed, and suddenly I felt like a third party. Marie's chest and face were flush with red.

I'm actually happy he was acting like he loved her. If it was a cheap use, I would not have been happy.

And after Jawan left, swimming home, Marie stayed there, her legs in the air, her elbow crooked over her eyes blocking the sun, enjoying the good screwing she just had.

"I think you're forgetting someone," I said. I still hadn't come.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said, pulling me on top of her.

As I started to mount her, she stopped me. "Baby," she said.

"Yeah?"

"You do know he came like a bastard, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"I let him squirt inside me."

"Oh, I know."

"Will that bother you? Feeling another man's sperm in there? I can go take a quick swim."

"Don't be silly," I said, and slid in.

I can't tell you—the feeling was incredible. Her insides were so wet and warm. And she was right—Jawan squirted a huge load in her. In a way, it felt odd; in a way, it felt fantastic.

"This is sloppy seconds," I said to her.

"It's missing one thing," she said, trailing a finger down my ass. "You're sperm, too."

And with that, I exploded.

That day changed our lives. We sat by the pool, lounged on the beach, drank pina coladas at the bar, and we had one dirty secret no one else knew—Marie was sitting there with the semen from two different men in her. An oddity? A fluke?

I will never look at my wife again. She has changed—or I just discovered her, for sure. We will never know our wives until we see them in their full sexual peak.

And we can share it with them.

Or they can do it behind our backs.