Jamaican Holiday Ch. 05

Another drink at the table and the Black men took over again, moving our wives out to the point that the light barely reached them. I looked around and saw Marianne and Kevin two tables over, sitting with Levon and two other Black men. Marianne was wearing a short red flip skirt and an "I (heart) Jamaca" T-shirt several sizes too large and cut off at her waist, and the dog collar. The Black men were on either side of her and Kevin by himself across the table.

As I watched, Levon took Marianne's hand and led her onto the darkness with the other Black men following, her lush breasts swaying. Kevin remained alone.

After two sets Jaye came back to the table and whispered in my ear,

"Is it all right if I take a walk with Samuel?"

She was glowing. (She had already decided to let him fuck her. Was this going to be it? And I wasn't to see?)

"Uh,....."

"It's just a walk and we won't leave the picnic area!"

"OK, but remember the other rules."

After about 30 minutes she showed up again looking flushed and disheveled and asking to leave. Sheila and Paul were on their last night in Jamaica and elected to stay.

On our way back to the cabana Jaye was obviously upset and I asked her what happened. She said they had gone back to the picnic table and kissed and petted, while Samuel pulled down her top and bunched her skirt above her waist. Then he pulled out his cock and she sucked him for a while.

But then he started to aggressively try to shove it down her throat. When she pushed him off he began to grope her pussy and tried to mount her.

She admitted she liked his take charge attitude, and was going to let him, in spite of Rule #1, but when he tried to push into her without a condom, she panicked and ran back to me.

Things were moving very fast and she wasn't sure if she was really ready and what it would mean to us. Bedroom talk and exhibitionist games on the beach and dance floor were one thing, real fucking was another.

I asked her if she wanted to have sex with him. No, yes, she wasn't sure. She was scared. I told her that as long as we loved each other it was just a vacation fling,

"If you want an adventure before we go back to our regular life, this is the time and place to do it."

I assured her I loved her no matter what happened and promised to look out for her safety if she decided she wanted to go for it, but no more going off by herself.

She said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go any farther.

My heart sank when she said that and I realized how much I wanted to see her fucked by a Black Cock.

When we got to the cabana, I suggested she take a shower and I would go get a bottle of rum.

As soon as I left I ran back to Z'Club, found Samuel, told him why my wife had run off and asked him to come back to the room with me if he'd wear a condom. I felt she was ready but needed a little coaxing.