Jamaican Holiday Ch. 04

"I can do it OK, and if something does show my hubby won't mind -- will you B? He likes it when people see my "stuff", don't you?" I blushed.

Our table mates raised their eyebrows and started private conversations.

By this time she had done that clothing shuffle thing that girls do and the bra was off and out without showing anything except to Samuel and I who were sitting next to her and could see behind her bib. I was concerned and embarrassed, but excited too.

Jaye downed her drink, grabbed Samuel's hand and said "Let's try this dancing thing again!"

This time, her clothing posed no resistance: her legs spread wide as she straddled Samuel's muscled leg, grinding her crotch into it as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. The material of her bib was moved to the left and right but her breasts were pressed so hard into his chest no one saw anything -- although several folks were trying, Now and then he would turn her away from him, bend her over, and pull her ass against his crotch. It was a standard move in the Jamaican dance style, but now the bib would swing away and allow anyone to their sides to see her bare breasts. Then he would run his hands along her sides, grabbing her breasts and using them to hold her to his body while he ground his now obvious hard-on against her.When he did this, Jaye, her hands on her thighs, eyes closed and a dreamy look on her face, would grind back.

She looked absolutely beautiful. Her eyes, when she looked at me, were glowing with lust. The contrast of her white skin and his dark hands stirred me to a surprising extent as did the knowledge that those Black hands were caressing my wife's breasts. Her movements were lithe and sensuous -- basically she was making love to him on the dance floor.

They danced three sets, grabbing a drink between each. Finally, they returned, Jaye again flushed, her braless breasts jiggling, long nipples poking hard into the soft material made almost transparent by their combined sweat. She plopped down between me and Samuel and leaned into him.

This show was making me horny and more than a little jealous and I wanted to get her back to the cabana and fuck her slutty brains out -- drunk or not. I slid my hand under the table to her thigh -- our signal for "It's time to leave" -- but got no response -- she was laughing and Samuel was whispering something in her ear. She was shaking her head "No", but he was obviously persistent.

With her skirt shortened, my hand was on her bare skin, so I slid it up to her crotch, both to get her attention and for a quick feel. To my surprise, instead of her panties I encountered another hand! Samuel was already at her crotch and was finger-fucking her! Without looking at me, Jaye reached down with her left hand, grabbed mine, placed it on to the table and held it tight. Her right hand was out of sight under the table. She leaned away from him and whispered to me,

"His Cock is so big!"

Her eyes had that faraway look that comes with arousal, then closed as she leaned back against him. The conversation at the table continued but some were starting to take notice of her body language.

Her already quick breathing got more ragged. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes were closed and she was panting and her left hand was spasmodically gripping mine. Surely, I thought, she's not going to let him make her cum right here?

Samuel whispered to her again. She nodded her head and pushed away from the table,

"These drinks are getting to me! I'm off to the Ladies!" One of the gals offered to go with her but she said she was fine -- just needed a pause and some fresh air.

After she left, Samuel made some small talk for a minute and then excused himself to go see some friends.

Paul slid over next to me and commented on what a great dancer Jaye was and how sexy her modified outfit. I thanked him and said that the outfit surprised even me. He then leaned in and said,

"Sheila is a little put out. Earlier in the week Samuel was giving her the "Pretty Lady" treatment. I thought they might get it on like they did last year. But now with his interest in Jaye, I guess I won't get to see it again."

"You mean you want them to?"

"Hell, yeah! I like to see my lady happy and nothing makes Sheila happier than a good Black Cock fucking. Revs her up for weeks and I get the bennies."

I looked up to see Sheila grinding with a Black Man toward the far end of the dance floor -- almost into the darkness. It looked as if, once again, her boobs had popped free, but this time she just continued dancing, keeping her breasts pushed into her partner's bare chest, his hands grabbing her ass under her skirt.

I was stunned: first the revelation that Sheila was into more than just interracial dancing and exhibitionism and secondly that he had told me he approved of and abetted it.

"Uh, I don't think Jaye would go that far. She has discovered an exhibitionist streak lately, but that's as far as it goes."

"You never know -- exhibitionism is how Sheila got started. You've seen her outfits at dinner. Tell me, though, what would you do if she did want to get it on with him?"

"I really don't know..." I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had already decided I wanted her to and had told her so.

"Well, you'd better think about it! The time may not be far off! And she'll be in good hands, Samuel is one of the best Renti around!"

"You mean he's one of the guys who gets paid to fuck women? By whom?"

"By you of course! And he's worth every dollar! Like I said, you'd better think about it! The time may not be far off!

At that point one of the other couples pulled us back into their conversation, and we stopped our chat.

Rolling around the new information in my head, I looked for Sheila, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Time went on and I was getting worried that Jaye wasn't back yet. It was almost 1AM and the party was breaking up. Paul and I went to look for the girls, but no sight, so we split up.

I heard some noises in the trees down by the beach and went to see. There was a full moon, and it was reflected off the white sand to create pretty good illumination. I could see Sheila in a clearing with four Black youths. She was on her knees, her top was off, her skirt was above her waist, and she was sucking the cock of one of the Black men while another moved back and forth at her ass. The other two were jerking off and making comments.

Then a movement caught my eye to the left. In the moonlight, on a picnic bench, were Samuel and Jaye. She was sitting across his lap, her legs spread and her bib flipped up exposing her small breasts. Her arms were around his neck and they were kissing deeply. Her skirt was pushed up, the moonlight glinting off her white belly and thighs, highlighting Samuel's black hand between her wide spread legs. As I watched, her body started to shake and her head fell onto his shoulder -- obviously he was finishing what he had started in the club.

After a couple of minutes she regained some composure. He was stroking her breasts, and sucking her nipples, urging her to do something, I couldn't quite hear, but she was adamant about not doing whatever it was. However, the pressure of his Black hands on her shoulders slowly moved her down onto her knees on the sand. She reached up and freed his Black cock and he pulled her head forward to suck it.

I stayed in the shadow of the trees watching for a few minutes, when suddenly a wail came from the clearing -- apparently Sheila had gotten her rocks off as well. Jaye started, adjusted what was left of her clothing and headed back toward the club. Samuel was still trying to get her to stay. I headed back by a more direct route and arrived at the table ahead of her just as Paul also arrived.

"I found Sheila! She really hit it big tonight! And for free!" he exclaimed. "And she wasn't the only one! Jaye climaxes beautifully" So Paul had seen her with Samuel as well.

I was excited that Jaye had been publicly groped and fingered by Samuel and somehow proud that Paul had seen her sucking Black cock. And embarrassed at my excitement. My gut was flipping at the memory of her head bobbing up and down on that Big Black Cock. I wanted to fuck her so badly. To reassert my ownership?

A couple minutes later, a very unsteady Jaye re-appeared, apologizing and saying she had needed to walk on the beach a little to clear her head. She was flushed and seemed a little out of it. She grabbed a drink, took a big slug, swirled it around and gave me a big hug and kiss.

Sheila also re-appeared, and a shuttle bus was called from the resort - we were too drunk to make it the 10 minutes along the beach.

The moonlight sex had obviously improved Sheila's mood, because she was giggly, rubbing her now exposed tits all over Paul while he finger-fucked her - apparently oblivious of us and the bus driver -- or maybe they had seen enough tonight and through our cabana windows that they thought we would be cool with it.

Jaye seemed subdued, but when asked said nothing was wrong, that she had had a great time. I had my arms around her but all I could see was her with herlips around Samuel's Black cock in the moonlight.

The half hour ride (it's farther by road than walking down the beach) and the jealousy and anger generated by the images in my head and sobered me some and I noticed the night clerk leer as we walked through the lobby: Sheila was still on cloud nine and didn't seem to notice that her top was hanging straight down between her globes, exposing them fully, and her skirt was tucked in her waistband in front revealing that she had lost her panties. Paul was also feeling no pain, jiggling Sheila's tit and biting her neck. He was unzipped and Sheila was leading him by his cock.

In my dark mood, I circled my wife's waist with one arm, pinning hers, and with the other tucked her bib into the neckline, giving the clerk and a maintenance man a good view of her naked breasts. She moaned "No, please!" softly.

Back at the room, I pushed her onto the bed and flipped up her skirt. Her panties were gone. She turned her head away from me as I freed my cock and shoved it into her still wet pussy. As I hit her cervix she cried out and then begged me to fuck her hard. Pinning her hands above her head, I pounded away until I came, not caring about her orgasm, just reclaiming her. To my surprise, she climaxed just as I finished and collapsed on top of her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto my slick cock - she sucked on it hungrily.

When she was done, I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. Or at least I tried to sleep. I kept seeing the look in her eyes as she ground her ass into Samuel's crotch on the dance floor while he groped her breasts. Over and over I relived the scene at the bench, his Black hand in her crotch, her white body convulsing in the moonlight and her sucking his Black Cock.

She had never looked more beautiful.

My anger seeping out of her pussy, I began to savor the images, imagining what they had both felt and adding to the story line in my head. Finally, I fell asleep.