Jamaica Mistaka

We shook hands as we parted ways.

"Thanks for your time, I had a blast. Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow! Enjoy your day!"

I dragged my board back to the shore, leaving it at James' bungalow, and headed towards my wife. I laid down in the cool sand next to her, every muscle in my body aching.

"How was it? You looked so cool, surfing the waves! I took a few pictures," Amy said enthusiastically.

"You mean the whole minute I've stood on the board over the past three hours, you mean."

"Ah, you did great for your first time!"

"I guess, but James makes it look so easy though. There, look at him go!"

We watched James surf past us, effortlessly gliding across the clear-blue sea like he was floating on the clouds. He waved at us, smiling broadly. His dark, chocolate skin glistened in the sun, illuminating every toned muscle in his defined body. If he wasn't such a classy, friendly guy, I might have gotten jealous of that hunk. My belly had grown a little bit every year, and I hadn't looked as fit as him in well over a decade.

"How was he?"

"He's a great guy, actually. He spent a semester near us, actually. And get this, he's been to an Eagles game as well!"

"No kidding! That's quite a coincidence."

"Yeah. See, if you had bothered to come to the game with me, you might have run into that stud a year ago," I quipped playfully.

Amy laughed, a beautiful, warm sound. "Why would he be interested in me? Look at him, he's got the body of a Greek god!"

"You'd be surprised," I said mysteriously.

"What? Have you two been gossiping about me, is that how it is?"

"A gentleman never tells."

"Come on, spill it!" Amy said as she tried to tickle me. "You can't tease me like that!"

"What, I've done nothing wrong," I laughed. "He said I should be proud to have such a gorgeous wife, that's all."

Amy's eyes twinkled like a star in the nights sky as she smiled back at me.

"Nonsense. You're making this up," she said, her cheeks a fiery red.

"If you say so. Ask him yourself."

"Maybe I will."

"If you can tear your eyes away from that dark, chocolate skin of his for a second, that is," I teased.

"Hey, a girl can look, can't she?" Amy grinned cheekily.

"She certainly can."

***

We headed back into town that afternoon to pick up a few tacky souvenirs. Amy loved to collect fridge magnets from every city we visited, so we visited the standard tourist-trap-shops.

As she sought one to her liking, I was wandering around aimlessly, browsing the store, until a rack of swim-wear caught my attention.

The shop had an extensive selection of exceptionally tiny bikinis. The thin straps of cloth left very little to the imagination. Perfect for someone who wants to get a full body tan, without being completely nude. Though, wearing such a tiny garment, you might as well have been.

Immediately, I couldn't help but picture Amy lying on the beach, just like she did this morning, wearing that tiny piece of cloth. Her whole pale, round butt would be visible for all the world to see, her cheeks finally seeing the light of day.

And if she decided to lay on her back, the top would cover little more than her nipples, while the bottom piece would cling to her pussy lips, the rest of her body completely exposed.

James would get to see everything he was missing out on...

Blood rushed to my cock at that last, wicked thought. I could show up late, leaving the two alone... who knows what would happen? They were brimming with lust for one another, and I was the only thing standing in the way of my wife getting her much-needed fill of thick, dark, Jamaican cock.

Ever since I had that wicked dream that ended with Amy getting doused with seed, I couldn't get the thought of sharing her out of my mind. It was so sinful, so wicked... so fucking hot. We were out here, over a thousand miles from home... what happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica, right?

I was compelled to buy it.

I never thought she'd actually wear something so daring, so naughty, but even if I just got her to wear it in the bedroom for me the purchase would have been more than worth it.

"I got you something," I told her as I handed her the bag holding her gift.

Her face lit up, a smile spreading on her face. "What is it?"

"Take a look."

She fished into the bag, clutching the minuscule piece of fabric in her hand.

"What's this? You got me a... thong?" She said, furrowing her brow.

"Correction. A bikini."

"A bikini? This is a bikini?"

She held up the small piece of swim-wear, studying it intensely.

"If I were a toddler, maybe! If you think I'm wearing this to the beach, you've got another thing coming!" She huffed.

"Come on," I said, trying to sway her mind. "You've been ogling James so much, it's only fair if you give him something to look as well, don't you think?"

Her eyes narrowed, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Don't dare me," she said with a good-natured grin. "I'll parade around in this sorry excuse for a bikini all week long if I have to!"

"I'd like to see you try."

She put the two piece back in the bag, her cheeks rosy with excitement. Even though she had brushed me off, I could tell the thought excited her.

We had dinner down-town that evening, chasing down the tasty soul food with our fair share of delicious Mojitos and Caipirinhas. I took a shower to cool down back at our bungalow, and I was happily surprised to find Amy lying on our bed, wearing the tiny bikini I had gotten her.

"Happy now?" She said, smiling wickedly at me.

I was more than happy — I was delighted. The piece was more revealing than I had dared to imagine. From behind, she looked completely naked. Her round, white bubble butt was completely visible. Her big butt swallowed the tiny, tiny piece of string whole, and it just barely covered her pink pussy lips and rosy asshole.

She turned around and motioned for me to join her on the bed, and I saw the top was every bit as minuscule as the bottom. The blue cloth barely covered her areoles, her full, luscious breasts nearly completely bared.

I dropped my towel, revealing my throbbing hard cock to my wife. She looked so good, I wanted to eat her whole.

"Mm, what do we have here," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around my erection, giving it a playful squeeze. "If I knew you wanted me to show off my body this much, I'd have done it years ago."

She engulfed the head of my cock with her hungry mouth, wrapping her hot tongue around my sensitive knob, bobbing her head up and down.

I was in heaven as my wife sucked my cock. My eyes were glued to her body, and all I could think about was how fucking sexy she looked. If she wore this outside, on the beach, everyone could see her beautiful, full ass. My wife's, my bride's ass, on display for everyone. It was so lewd, so wanton, so fucking hot.

My muscles still ached, however, and I was afraid I wasn't up to giving her the hard pounding she so desperately craved. If only James was here, a voice in the back of my head nagged. He'd give her what she needs.

"Oh fuck," I moaned loudly as Amy cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing the pair as she took my cock as far down her throat as it would go.

"Slow down, or I'm going to cum right now," I wheezed, the excitement getting to me.

Amy smiled up at me, slapping the engorged, purple head of my dick against her outstretched tongue.

"What if that's what I want?" She whispered in a sultry voice.

"I want to swallow your cum, to taste your seed, baby... I mean, look at me. What do I look like?"

She wiggled her bottom, and my cock grew even harder.

"Mmhm, you really like this, don't you? Can you just imagine me wearing this tomorrow? You'd be out in the water, far away, catching only glimpses of me every now and again... while I'm all alone on the beach, surrounded by hot, dark studs on all sides, begging me to let them oil me up, to let their strong, black hands glide across my nearly naked body... should I do it baby? Should I let them touch me?"

My heart was damn near beating in my throat as Amy expertly edged me closer and closer to orgasm. Her hands were wrapped firmly around the base of my cock as she gave me slow, hard strokes, pulling me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, yet never quite crossing the barrier.

"Is that what you want, baby? For everyone to see me like this?"

I nodded, my skin pricking with fire. "Yes," I said, my voice raspy and raw.

"I'll do it, you know," she added with a wicked smile. "I'll wear this piece of nothingness, show off all my curves to whoever is looking... let James massage me."

A guttural moan escaped my lips involuntarily. James, that big bulk of muscle, that ripped, ebony giant, massaging those strong, firm, black hands of his into my wife's soft, pale, skin... Holy shit.

"That's what you want to see, right? James, touching my skin, rubbing my ass, his fingers expertly finding their way between my legs..."

"Oh shit," I uttered, the cum boiling up in my balls. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Tell me that's what you want, and I'll do it! Tell me right now!" Amy demanded as she felt my cock swell up, her eyes burning brightly with desire.

"I want to see James touch you," I said, gasping for air. "I want to see his blank hands on you, feeling every inch of your body, to grab your ass and squeeze your tits," I rambled on.

"Yessss," Amy hissed as I divulged my biggest fantasy. My cock was bigger and harder than it had ever been, my orgasm only a fraction away.

I locked eyes with my wife, my head swirling with lust.

"I want to see you suck his dick," I told her. She nodded, begging me to go on. "I want to see that big black dick of his fill you up!"

Amy stroked me as hard and fast as she could, her hands a blur as she jacked me off into her mouth, her tongue stretched out and waiting for her prize.

"I can't wait to be completely stuffed with big, black cock, baby," she said, a wanton look on her pretty face. "I'm going to fuck James and let him cum inside my pussy!"

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Cum for me, baby! I want your cum inside my mouth as James cums inside my cunt!"

"UGGGGH," was all I could groan as my cock exploded, ropes and ropes of my pearly white cum covering my pretty wife's face, a few strands shooting down her throat while the others hit her cheeks and chin, completely dousing her face in my cum.

"Ah yes, cover me baby, cover my slutty face," Amy moaned, her eyes closed and a wicked smile on her lips as she coaxed every last drop of cum out of my throbbing cock.

She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking and licking, her hands still stroking me up and down. She swallowed my load and smiled up at me. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen — her face was absolutely dripping with cum.

"I'm such a cum slut," she whispered as she licked her lips, tasting more of my seed.

"Damn right... holy fuck, what did I do to deserve that?"

"By being the best hubby in the world," Amy smiled as she kissed me right on the lips. "You know I was just kidding right? I don't really want to be fucked by a big black dick."

"I'm not so sure you were," I winked. "You were awfully into it."

"As were you, mister, I've got the evidence all over my face," Amy laughed. "I never knew you were so kinky though."

"Neither did I," I admitted. "I think we should make the most of our time here on the island... lord knows when we'll go on another vacation like this."

Amy laid down on her back, smiling blissfully with her eyes closed as she thought my words over. I cuddled up next to her, sliding my hand into her bikini bottoms. Her pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it, completely drenched with juices.

"Don't you agree?" I whispered into her ear as my fingers rubbed her swollen clit. A lewd moan escaped her lips as I played with her sensitive nub.

"What do you mean?" She asked me, her voice raspy. "I can't fuck James... can I?"

Her voice was thick with desire. I kissed and nibbled on her earlobe as I brought her closer and closer to release. Even though I had cum moments ago, my cock was already coming back to life.

"We're so far away from home, no one will ever know... so why not?"

Amy breathed in sharply, a low, guttural moan leaving her body. Her body was trembling and she tried to close her legs and push my hands away from her sensitive clit, but I pushed her legs open and easily slid a finger right into her dripping wet cunt.

"Or, you could just ask him for a massage, let his expert hands roam your body... that's innocent, isn't it?"

"B-but baby," Amy moaned, her voice begging me to go on.

"Yes?"

"I-if I let him t-touch me, I'm not s-sure I..."

Amy's voice shook, her entire body trembling with pleasure. Her orgasm was only a hair away now.

"Then what?"

"I-I can't p-promise I won't... f-FUCK him!"

I kissed her ear, my fingers plowing into her sopping wet cunt, my thumb brushing against her clit. She was like putty in my hands.

"As s-soon as he t-touches me, I'll do w-whatever he wants, baby! If he pulls down my b-bottoms and slides that big black cock right into my cunt, I c-can't promise I won't let him f... f-fuck me right there!"

"Then let him," I growled into her ear. "Let him cum in your cunt, you slut! Let him use your body, fill you up with seed!"

"Oh yes! I will baby! I'll let him f-fuck me, I'll let him fuck me b-bareback, and cum deep inside of me! OH YES!"

Amy's legs clenched together as her body trembled in pleasure. I kept plowing my fingers into her, my thumb flicking against her swollen, red clit. I whispered dirty, filthy words into her ear, about what a black cock loving, cum guzzling whore she was, and that I was going to share her with every fertile black man on the whole goddamned island.

"Oh yes, ohhhh oh yes, yes yes YES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her core exploded with pure pleasure. Her body shook and trembled, her moans reduced to pure gibberish as the most powerful orgasm of her life rocked her entire body. I had made her cum before, but never like this. She thrashed and moaned lewdly, and I knew she was more into this fantasy than she was willing to let on.

"Holy shit," she sighed deeply after a few minutes of heavy, labored breathing. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life."

"Me neither. Who would have guessed my wife turned out to be a black cock loving whore?"

Amy turned to me and kissed my forehead, her skin still aglow.

"I'm your cock loving whore, baby, you know that, right?"

"I know," I chuckled. "It's just dirty talk."

"Promise me you won't get mad?"

"I promise," I said sincerely. I wasn't about to shoot this thing down — finally we were having some real, crazy, dirty sex. I wasn't about to let a few pangs of doubt and jealousy get in the way of that.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to throw this in my face when you're not hard anymore..."

"I'm absolutely sure, honey," I said, gazing into my lover's deep-blue eyes. "I love you. I'll always love you. No matter how many black cocks you've sucked in the past, or will suck in the future," I joked.

"Good," Amy said, smiling wickedly at me. She climbed on top of me, lining my hard cock up with her dripping wet slit.

"Because I need another load of cum deep inside of my pussy right now, and if you're not up to the job, I'll have to go find James and let him tear apart my tight, little white pussy... and that would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

She grinned the whole time, a mischievous smile on her lips, as she lowered her ass on my cock. My dick slipped in easily, her pussy wet and juicy. I couldn't believe how dirty her dirty talk was — the island air must have done her good!

Amy closed her eyes, squeezing her own tits roughly as she bounced up and down on my white cock, all the while gushing about her curiosity for big black cocks.

"I've always been curious, y'know, about black cocks... I never told you because I didn't want to upset you, but now that we're here..."

My mouth got dry and more blood rushed to my cock. Even though I had cum only a few moments earlier, my dick was painfully erect, and ready for more action.

"Why is that?" I heard myself say. We had gone this far, why not take it all the way. "Is it their size?"

Amy smirked, the corners of her mouth being pulled upwards. "What do you think?" She said, her voice thick with lust. "Do you think I deserve a big cock?"

I nodded, my erection throbbing.

"Bigger than yours?" She said, opening one eye to see my reaction.

"Y-yes," I wheezed. "You deserve only the biggest, blackest cocks."

Holy shit, did I just really say that?

Amy rocked her body back and forth, fucking herself on my pulsating cock. She pinched and tweaked her nipples as she rode me.

"I agree," she said, her voice low. "I deserve the biggest, blackest cock we can find on the whole island. There's just one thing, though..."

"What is it?" I gasped, hungry to hear more.

"I don't think black men use condoms."

My eyes shot wide open, and a rush of blood surged to my cock.

"Mmhm, you like that?" Amy asked, obviously feeling my cock swell up inside of her. "You like the idea of your wife fucking a big black cock bareback? Of me being filled up to the brim? They're so fertile though, I might end up with a little black baby in my tummy."

Amy reached back and squeezed my balls with one hand, coaxing me to shoot my load inside of her.

"Everyone will know your wife has been blacked when they see my little black baby... everyone will know what a cuckold you are, that your wife is addicted to black cocks..."

I couldn't hold back any longer. Amy was pushing buttons I didn't even know I had. To imagine her being pregnant with other man's baby, and a black man's at that, got me harder than I had ever been before.

I let out a low, guttural moan as I blew my load inside Amy's wet cunt.

"Yes, yesss, fill me up, do it baby," Amy hissed as she felt my cock explode inside of her. "Give me your cum, I'm made to be filled up!"

She rubbed her clit with one hand, and she gave herself an orgasm with only a few gentle strokes, which proved how turned on she was as well.

She collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her, both of us exhausted. I was beyond satisfied, but this was only the beginning...

***

That night we both slept like babies, exhausted from our wild, kinky romp. I had to get up early for another surf lesson, but Amy was still sleeping like a log. I left her a note by her bedside table and headed towards the beach.

James was waiting there for me, board at the ready. All I could think about was all the dirty things my wife and I had said to each other concerning him! If he only knew..

"I've got good news for you, today you're going solo!" James said cheerfully.

"What? Why is that?

"You're not going to believe this, but, I pulled my ankle doing the limbo last night!" He laughed heartily, and I couldn't help but grin along. It was hard to believe, such a strong, virile man as himself, being felled by such a silly dance as the limbo.

"Sadly, it's true. I need to take some rest, so I won't be assisting you in the water today. Don't worry, I'm only charging you for renting the surfboard. Luckily, you're good enough that you don't need my help no more."

"I, well... you think?"

"Of course! Get out there, do as we did yesterday. You know all the basics, now it's just a matter of doing, mon."

"If you think so," I said, my voice filled with doubt. I had been looking forward to hanging out with James all morning, and now that plan was out the window.

"I'll be right here, watching, and if you have any questions, just swing by. But trust yourself mon. You've got this, Mikey. Know yourself, ey. Catch those waves!"

"Alright, alright," I answered, feeling pumped up. He was right, I didn't need any help. I got this!