Island Man

The dress fit so snugly around her hips and waist that I could see the line of her g-string panties, she had bought them special for tonight. She smacked my hand away earlier when I watched her slide them up her long legs. I so badly wanted to make love to her but she said we didn't have time. They looked so sexy and delicate framing her ass perfectly. I couldn't wait to peel them off of her later when she got home.

The two of them made a very attractive couple as I looked at them standing together. Mose was very tall and dark complected, compared to my busty yet petite pale white wife. He just had so much confidence and swagger as they posed for a few pictures they had me take.

I could see my wife swoon by her subtle body language and not-so-subtle ogling. Of course, I could see that she was incredibly turned on by not only her hard nipples but her flushed skin and dilated pupils. I could practically smell her pheromones in the air. I knew for certain that my wife was ovulating.

I couldn't blame her for swooning as her date looked quite strikingly handsome. Mose wore a tailored blue suit that fit him perfectly. As I took the pictures I could feel the sexual tension building up between them. I was starting to have second thoughts about agreeing to this, especially when they had me take pictures of them kissing.

Mose said he wanted to make his ex jealous and Carrie assured me that it would be ok and I had nothing to worry about. This was despite her hard nipples straining against the soft fabric of her dress. Plus, this wasn't the first time I had caught them kissing.

Watching them walk out to the car together I couldn't help but admire my wife. The workout and nutrition program worked wonders, and my wife's thick ass was looking better than ever. Mose had his big paw on it the whole time. He gave me that famous big toothy grin after he let my wife into his black Escalade. Visions of my failed erection that morning came back to haunt me as I waved at them when they drove away.

I looked at the pictures of them on my phone and confirmed what I had suspected. Zooming in on the well-dressed hunk I could see a very significant and large bulge in the crotch of his pants. He was sexually attracted to my wife as any red-blooded man would be. I could almost see the outline of his heavy shaft traveling down his left pant leg.

I'm not proud to admit it, but I ended up jacking off to that picture just a few minutes after they left. I couldn't help myself and I came so hard that I was breathless. I ended up watching some porn on my computer and jacking off two more times.

My penis wasn't even hard for my last orgasm. I had the crazy ability to cum even when I was soft. My nuts were aching after I was done. Hopefully, I could put my wife off for another day since there was no way I was going to get another erection that night.

The picture I posted of them became one of the highest-rated entries on my profile. The comments and accolades came pouring in. I had dozens of people offering money for more pictures of them, they especially wanted to see them fucking. It was a great fantasy that I rather enjoyed.

My wife never did come home that night. It wasn't until later the next day that she explained that she and Mose had overdone it a bit with the wine and cocktails. They ended up getting a room in the same hotel where the party was. Unfortunately, Carrie ended up losing those sexy black panties that night. She said she must have lost them when she took a shower the next morning.

I was a little worried that maybe something happened between them. I trusted her completely and knew she would never cheat on me. We tried to make love, but my penis was very sore from jacking off so much the night before and again that morning. Carrie didn't seem to mind, despite her pussy being as wet and creamy as I had ever seen it.

My wife was so horny, she insisted that I go down on her, something that I loved to do. The smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating as she came on my nimble tongue. She must've filled my mouth several times with her plentiful and thick cum.

Ever since Carrie started working out with Mose her pussy was extra wet. It would normally soak her panties if she was wearing them. I would often find them buried in the hamper. It had become a bit of a habit to fish them out and smell them. The strong musty smell of her pussy never failed to excite me.

I would then add my cum to the sticky mess that looked very similar to my own. The goopy white stuff was much thicker and more plentiful than my own. I knew it couldn't be Mose's cum for two reasons: one, Carrie would never cheat on me, and two, Mose had a vasectomy and was incapable of producing sperm.

I also heard that you can't get hard again, but I think that was just an old wives tale. This was proved wrong by the night we spent in the hot tub and the many times my wife would tell me about seeing him change. I knew they were quite comfortable around each other and would often strip down naked in front of each other.

Carrie would tell me that he was simply assessing her body to understand what needed to be worked on. I knew Mose was a perfectionist and would stop at nothing to provide the best advice for his clients.

That's why I didn't see Mose as a threat and encouraged Carrie to spend more time with him as she always came home in a great mood after their workouts. I wondered how she was going to survive without her personal trainer and intense physical training now that he had moved away.

I was, proud to have Carrie as my wife and I knew just about every man would kill to be me. Here we were at a beautiful resort, I could tell that all those hours in the gym and time spent with Mose had not only built up Carrie's body but her confidence too. I doubt that she would have ever considered wearing such a scandalous dress or bikini before meeting the Moorecock brothers.

The high-waisted thong bikini made her toned legs look long and lean. That image paled in comparison to the sight of her oversized tits straining the strings of the tiny top. The triangular-shaped cups were barely covering her at all. My wife was completely exposed, for all intents and purposes.

Carrie knew that she looked good and was damn proud of it. She was so elated the day when she developed visible veins on her emerging abdominal muscles. Now, her six-pack is well established and she couldn't be happier.

While lying out in the sun, we noticed several white women paired with black men. It seemed like most of the guys weren't guests, but locals, just as Grant mentioned. The guys all had matching Speedo-type trunks that showcased their incredible physiques.

One guy after the next would walk by us, peacocking for my wife's attention. I couldn't help but note that many of the men were sporting incredible bulges, not unlike what Mose and Grant were packing back home. Carrie of course mentioned it too and said something to the effect that she believed the myth about black men to be more true than ever.

I was well aware of my wife's infatuation with black men with big cocks and interracial sex as it had become a major factor in our lovemaking. Carrie would make little comments about how much bigger Mose was than me and how he wouldn't have trouble getting excited for her. She loved to tease me by hanging all over the big stud when he came over.

It didn't help that Kelly was constantly bragging to Carrie about her own amazing sex life with Grant. She would describe in detail how much better sex was with her black lover than it ever was with her wimpy ex-husband. Carrie and I were also keenly aware of Grant's prowess in bed as we listened to them fuck regularly when we hung out.

Now that I finally had her alone we could finally focus on each other. Carrie was primed and ready to be bred, I was looking forward to reaping all the benefits. Hanging out by the pool it seemed my wife was focused on the well-hung island men. I kept trying to get her attention but the stream of energetic studs kept me mostly on the sidelines.

Carrie commanded a small entourage when she swam out to cool off in the pool. My sexy wife was the center of attention as the men positioned themselves for her sole attention. One guy in particular was clearly my wife's favorite. She spent the most time with him and even brought him back to sit in my chair when I got up to use the bathroom.

I ended up just leaving them alone to go back to our room. I was feeling pretty tired from the long day of traveling. Carrie joined me a few hours later and slid naked under the covers with me. My wife was so horny she practically attacked me in bed. Just like usual, she was extremely frustrated when I accidentally came into her hand when she was about to start blowing me. I promised to make it up to her later that night.

We had plans for a fun night. My wife made me promise to take her out dancing, she was excited to check out the local nightlife. I was hoping to just hit a club or two and get back to the room at a decent hour. I wanted to get to bed a little early because we had a busy day scheduled ahead of us.

We walked around and checked out a couple of places and had a few drinks. The bars were heavily geared towards tourists and felt a little phony. My wife was looking for something a little more authentic and off the beaten path.

We ended up hailing a cab to go out a little further from the resorts. Carrie asked the taxi driver to take us to a local hangout she'd heard about earlier out by the pool. She thought it was called "Reina de Espadas," or something.

The driver eagerly agreed as I watched him eye up my lovely bride. Carrie was looking very tasty in a short little sundress that showed off her great figure and ample cleavage. The driver who took every opportunity to check Carrie out, said he was familiar with the infamous nightclub.

"Mees, I'm sure you will love that place, but I'm not sure about you, mon," he said with a wink and a smile that exposed his crooked and missing teeth.

"I don't know hon, let's just go back to the room. Maybe we can go some other night," I patted my wife's leg, getting an eyeful of her supple thighs.

"Don't be such a wimp! I'm going to go with, or without you," she and the sweaty cabbie made eye contact and shared a smile.

"Ok... well, maybe just for a drink or two..." I said softly. With that, we zoomed off into the night towards our next adventure.

I was still feeling a little queasy from the perilous ride in the cab. I paid the guy at the front door. I wasn't all that impressed, the bar was rather small and dark. The room reeked of marijuana and cigarettes. We found a small table by the bar and sat down. It was so loud that we could barely talk.

We ordered drinks and settled in as our eyes adjusted to the dim light. I instantly noticed that I was the only white guy in the place. Every man in the place was dark-skinned and well-built. There were quite a few local women too, I was captivated by their exotic beauty. I had never seen girls dancing like they were.

We weren't the only white people in the bar either. There were quite a few white women paired up with the local men. I recognized the black rooster symbol on their shirts as the same one that had been on their bathing suits. Many of the men had it tattooed on their bodies too.

I later found out it was a place where tourist women went for some native sexual adventures. Right next to us in a booth was a young petite redhead, who was getting mauled by a brutish Rastafarian-looking man. Based on the way she was grabbing him, she was loving every minute of it. Carrie was facing their direction and was getting quite a show.

"Honey look at those two," my wife shouted excitedly over the thumping bass line. "I think she's going to fuck him right here. She just unzipped his... and... oh my God! He's huge," Carrie said, gulping down her drink.

I couldn't see anything from my angle, but I was curious.

"Get me another cocktail and come watch the show!" Carrie shook her empty martini glass at me. She was already on her fourth drink. I knew she had to be feeling no pain.

I got up to get another round and finally got a better look at the amorous couple behind me. I positioned myself to get a better angle before heading to the bar. Carrie was right, the guy was big, but not quite as big as Mose, or even Grant for that matter. The redhead had her right hand curled around his thick shaft and was pumping away.

"God damn, he is big! I think she's going to have some fun with him," I kissed my wife on her head and quickly ran off to the bar. The line was pretty long so I had to wait a few minutes before finally getting the busy bartender's attention.

Once I ordered our drinks, I turned around to see a tall black man at our table talking to my wife. I immediately recognized him as the guy that we had met at the pool earlier. Carrie mentioned his name, but I was having trouble remembering it. I was walking back with our drinks when he offered his hand. Carrie happily took it, following him onto the packed dance floor.

They danced one fast, then a slow number. During the second dance, I could tell he was holding Carrie close to his body. The man was about a foot or more taller than my wife. I only had an inch or two on my wife, in fact, tonight she was taller than me in her spiky heels. Her dance partner had to be six foot eight and easily weighed 275 pounds. He looked like an NFL linebacker.

The huge black guy dwarfed my tiny white wife, something I knew she loved. Carrie was melting into his body as the two of them danced slowly to the romantic song. I broke my attention away from my wife momentarily as I watched the redhead lean down and start sucking on her date's thick eight-inch cock. The guy looked over at me and winked. My cheeks flushed red from getting caught gawking.

I searched the dance floor once again to see my wife and her new friend still swaying to the beat. When they turned to the side I saw his two big hands firmly planted on my wife's ass. Carrie did not seem to mind one bit as she laid her head on his barrel chest.

I'm not the jealous type and thought nothing of them being so close. I've seen plenty of guys hit on Carrie and if anything I have always found it strangely exciting.

When the song was over Carrie came rushing back to our table while her new friend headed to the bar.

"Looks like you two were having some fun out there!" I had to yell just to be heard. My wife took a big drink of her vodka martini.

"You could say that," she smiled wickedly before taking another large gulp of liquor.

"So is he as big as him?" I gestured towards the redhead who was now kneeling on her knees worshiping the black cock.

"Oh my God! She's so lucky!" Carrie bit her bottom lip as she watched the sexy woman licking and sucking the oversized shaft. "Actually, I think he might be bigger!" My wife held her hands about ten or eleven inches apart.

"Oh my God, really?"

Carrie was nodding emphatically. "He kept rubbing it up against my ass, and he even put my hand on it once. He might be bigger than Mose!" Carrie looked so happy, like a kid in a candy shop!

"Babe that's so crazy! I bet he'd love the chance to fuck a sexy white woman like you!" I teased.

Carrie was telling me in detail all about dancing with the energetic and massive black man. I could tell she was extremely excited about the encounter.

Suddenly the giant man returned, this time with a fresh drink for my wife and a couple of shots for us to do together. We tapped our shot glasses together and threw back the strong-tasting alcohol.

The guy signaled to the bartender for more after he saw how much we had enjoyed his generous offering. I was already feeling pretty drunk and I knew Carrie was well past her limit.

The two of them were talking as I stood by watching. I couldn't hear a single word they were saying but my wife looked very happy. A few minutes later a waitress 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.

"My name is Samuel by the way, do you mind?"

"My name is Kevin, and you know my wife Carrie!" I yelled. "Please join us, thank you for the shots!"

"Let's find a place to sit that's a little more quiet," once again Samuel offered his hand to my wife and she happily took it as we followed him away from the noisy dance floor.

We found a table in the back of the dark room. The three of us made small talk for a while. I could feel the sexual tension between them as Samuel did little to hide his attraction to my beautiful wife. He was constantly touching her and making extended eye contact with her. He even insisted that she sit on his lap for them to talk.

As I mentioned before, my wife is a stunner, and Samuel couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of her. Carrie at the same time appeared just as fascinated by the enigmatic stud. She was staring at Samuel while he spoke and was enthralled with his every word.

She too was having trouble keeping her hands to herself and I could see her touching him below the table. I was trying to drop hints that it was time to leave but she kept waving me off. After a couple more shooters, the two of them ran off to the dance floor once again.

I could tell Carrie was wasted from all the drinks she had. For some reason, she was oddly energetic and her pupils were huge. I figured by now she would have passed out, or at least close to it. Carrie can be quite the flirt when she has a little too much to drink, but this seemed odd. Samuel didn't mind one bit and was quick to take advantage.

I still remember that late night in the hot tub with Mose when she was so drunk that she had stripped down naked in the bubbly water. The next day she had no recollection of what happened the night before and frankly neither did I.

The first song was another fast number and by the time the song was over Samuel had pulled my perspiring wife in close to him. The bid man effortlessly tossed her around like a rag doll. He had his leg pushed up against Carrie's panty-covered cunt and was grinding away to the beat of the music.

I knew my wife was turned on as she opened her legs while they danced. I probably should have interrupted, but I was so intrigued by what I was witnessing. I was also feeling very warm and fuzzy like time was moving in slow motion. I wasn't sure I could get up even if I wanted to.

During the next slow dance, Carrie's eyes were closed as she rested her head on his chest. I was starting to get a little alarmed as Samuel let his hands drop to her butt. He was pulling down her blue thong panties. I expected Carrie to stop him, but instead, she lifted her legs allowing him to remove them completely. I watched as Samuel stuffed them in his pocket as he once again put his hands on my wife's now naked ass.

I could see that Samuel was whispering something to Carrie. She kept nodding yes and would hold him even closer. They shared a small kiss that led to an even bigger one. Samuel still had my wife's dress flipped up as he fondled her exposed ass.

I wanted to go over and stop them, but I still couldn't move. When the song ended, the crowd dispersed and I lost the two of them in the mix. The last I saw of my wife, Samuel was leading her the opposite way from our table, towards the front exit of the club.

I just hoped and prayed that they might return soon as I waited patiently. After five or ten minutes I decided to go look for them. I somehow found the energy to get up as I willed my body towards their direction. They weren't at the bar as I kept searching.

In the corner of the club was a large mahogany door. It suddenly opened and the slutty redhead and her date emerged from it. She was walking quite gingerly but she looked extremely satisfied.