by Derrin Hart
Before Dokku made himself scarce, he said, “All de while do u ting, mi tell u, me brodas are all here.” I had no idea what he meant—neither did Cat—but we nodded and smiled. Catherine, as usual, got wasted in no time. She had always been a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
We made way down the cliffs and back to flat land. There two other local Jamaican men waited for us.
Dokku greeted them and pointed to us … to my wife.
“Ahhh,” one of the locals said, “beat dem bad, eh?”
I looked at Cat but she only shrugged her shoulders. Dokku said, “Okay mon, mi tell u, do outing … go ahead.”
He gestured to Catherine to come forward and she giggled and almost tripped over a coconut. The guys brandished a machete and came toward us. I closed my fists, prepared to fend them off, but my panic was unfounded. The taller of the two, who had almost no hair on his head, picked up the coconut and gave it a fierce chop. Then he split it open and dug the white out.
His pal, the stockier of the two, came over too. All three men slid their shorts down to proudly display their cocks. Our boat driver invited Catherine to suck them and perhaps fuck all three of them. I was in shock. Cat was silly and full of it and actually stroked one of the guys right then and there. One took a blanket and spread it out on the sand. Before long my wife was sucking the penises of three local Jamaican guys. She was having a ball. I saw another two small boats pull up onto the shore. More local black men joined us, and before long, there was an entire group gathered to watch my wife.
She was out of her bikini and bare-assed in no time. Soon she was spread-eagled on the blanket while these fisherman locals took turns fucking her pussy. Sand was getting everywhere.
The men watching pulled down their shorts and began to stroke their cocks as they watched my little wife fuck their buddies. They were all small in stature, but no one had any fat on their bodies. A few sucked on sugar cane sticks and chatted about my slut wife. Some were too scared to approach, while others crept closer. I looked on in stunned amazement as Catherine, naked on the sand, took each guy’s cock in her mouth as he pulled up in front of her. A few lowered her to the ground and pumped into her. They were all wild for her older, sexy white pussy. I heard remarks like, “Oh yeah, mon, de white gal she like to fuck de broddas.”
On her back, Catherine took a total of seven hard black Jamaican cocks. None lasted longer than a few minutes. Jism was sprayed all about her body and every so often she got up to wash off in the nearby stream. Then it was back to the blanket to be fucked doggy style and suck more strange dick. I was in awe. Wine had always made her less inhibited but this was crazy.
More boats came to shore carrying more guys, but I had to put an end to it. I grabbed my wife, demanding to be taken back to the main isle and the resort area. Dokku got us safely out of there and, on the boat ride home, enjoyed Catherine one last time. She sucked his long cock and made him fuck her as she leaned over the side of the boat.
The trip had ended with bang. I was worried about all the strange dong she had messed with. She said she would get tested right away. We flew back home and reality was about to set in. Overall it was one hell of a Caribbean getaway.
The tests came back negative and things were okay. Life went on. In fact she needed a break and so did I. We stopped all activity for a while. I spent time doing the things that made me worthy of such a lovely bride. I mowed the lawn, fixed the cars, did yard work, remodeled the kitchen, and made lots of money with my computer business. Catherine was good to me when I was a good boy myself.
We tried to have a normal sexual life, but it was a joke. I had become more and more impotent and she was now way past the point of normal husband and wife sex. A few minutes here and there, lots of oral sex, and toys were all we could manage. It was a good time to focus on family stuff. My relationship with her daughters improved and my own kids got me more often on off weekends.
Catherine started to miss Charles and I knew it was just a matter of time before it started up again. I found the chastity device in a drawer and examined it closely. It was an altered version of a more popular one sold online. The plastic part covered my small penis and the tube fit nicely. A round circular part encased my nuts and the padlock locked it all into place. The small ring on the bottom looped into the front of my penis and kept me from cheating.
The thing was, my piercing had all but grown over by now. I thought about wearing it again just for fun. It did work and kept me from jacking off. It made me ultra horny for Cat and whenever I could be milked and set free I was in orbit and wild to satisfy her. But I still hated the darn thing.
It was no surprise when Catherine decided we would attend the next Mandingo party. The entire week after mentioning it, she treated me like royalty. I got massages, lots of verbal strokes such as “You’re such a good father” and “We have a great family,” and plenty of cuddling.
The party was called “A Key Swap Affair.” The couples would arrive alone, as would the black men. Each Mandingo brother would put a key into a box. The key the couple picked from the guys’ box would be their date for the evening. The women were also asked to make it a sexy schoolgirl night, dressing the part with pleated skirts, thigh-high stockings, and all. I had begun wondering if these events were really organized mostly for the benefit of the brothers, but it did not matter. Cat was ready to play.
Chapter Twelve
Catherine went all out with the outfit for the big night, choosing a green and white plaid ultra-mini skirt, white garter belt and stockings, a cropped, white button-down shirt, matching green bra, and black platform shoes. She looked like a sexy Mary Jane from Gilligan’s Island. She caught her hair up in messy bun with strands of blonde locks curling about her face and down her neck. You could see the darker brown shade under the blonde locks.
I watched her bend over to get her purse and noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. “Ah, babe, did you forget something, honey?”
She straightened up and smiled. “Nope, going commando tonight, my love.” She had a little hop in her step as we made our way downstairs.
We were tempted to leave Jenny with Julie now that Jules was getting older but overnight was too much. We got a sitter who could sleep over and that was that.
Catherine kept me entertained while I drove us to Boston, keeping up a stream of chatter that made us both laugh. The city was hectic as usual but the hotel was easy enough to locate, right off Commonwealth Avenue.
We checked into our room and had a little time to chill. “So, hun,” I said, “do you think Charles will be at the party?”
Catherine beamed and said, “God, I hope so! It’s been too long.”
To my surprise she came over and dropped to her knees, unbuckling my pants. She took my cock out and blew me then and there. I got semi-hard and she slurped my dick until I announced I was about to unload; then she creamed me in her hand. With a smile she rose and fixed her skirt. I thought, Wow, what a nice surprise!
We headed down the elevator and gathered in the hallway below. As with the first party we’d attended this one was not at the hotel itself, but at a private home. We met a few couples we knew from before and waited for further instructions. Soon enough Freddy and Bianca, the main hosts, showed up and we followed them to the new location.
At the party house we ran into Dirk and Sether. She was as usual stunning with her red pixie cut, petite hard body and beautiful complexion. She wore a black leather micro mini, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. Her top was fully see-through mesh and her nipples stood out from her small but firm breasts for all to admire. Dirk and I had a pleasant conversation. The women said hello but there wasn’t much of a friendship there. I wondered if Sether had any idea what Charles had been up to in Jamaica. Sether wanted Charles and his charm and big fat dick all to herself, while Catherine was thinking the same thing.
We had all entered through the main hall. The guys were there too. We saw Sam, Barry, Charles, and others. These guys cracke
d me up. They lived for these hotwife parties. All of them dressed well, at least, and the women were also looking fine. Catherine and Sether stood out in my mind as the hottest women there.
The keys were in place and it was time for the couples to try their luck. Sether reached in the box and drew first. The key belonged to Marcus. Sether looked mad, yet Dirk grabbed her and they whisked Marcus off to a private bedroom. Marcus was the shortest of all the Mandingo men, yet he was handsome and polite. He was the most casual too. Wearing sandals at a party like this one was rare. Others chose their keys and no one had gotten Charles yet. Only two were left—a Maine couple and ourselves. Jerry and his girlfriend Pam would pick last. We were next and out came the key. It belonged to Roland not Charles. Charles went to the Mainers and they took him away before Cat or anyone else could protest.
Roland was attractive and wearing a short-sleeved dress shirt, black pants, and shiny shoes. He was probably six foot tall and had a short cropped military hairstyle. Catherine took his hand and we headed on down the hallway until we found an open playroom. The three us chatted some. Roland was an ex–marine, he told us, single but hoping to meet a good woman one day. For now this lifestyle was his outlet. Catherine’s mood had changed from playful to serious. She took charge, asking us guys to get naked. This was not what I expected.
She teased us, bending over to expose her hairless vulva. Roland was in awe. She turned on her iPod, setting it in the docking station by the bed, and danced for us.
“What are my studs waiting for?” she said.
This was not right. I had been prepared to just watch but now this …
We undressed. Roland was not in perfect shape but pretty solid. I too was in good shape, with the exception of my shriveled dick. Roland brandished a respectable-sized though not long cock, probably seven inches and fairly thick. Mine was three at most and soft for the evening. I was now used to Charles and his monster head, but Roland’s was fairly normal.
Catherine was in rare form. “Well, well, what do we have here? I see one nice long rod and one weenie of a penis.” She pointed at you-know-who, of course. “Now you understand why I come to these parties,” she explained to Roland as she reached out to stroke his party pole. He was erect in a few strokes, growing larger and thicker. “My husband is useless as you can see.” She dropped to her knees and started licking Roland’s balls. To me she said, “Get over here, sissy boy, and eat my pussy. Show me you’re good for something.”
I obliged, got down behind her and engaged in some fat labia licking and sucking. Her pussy smelled so fresh!
After a few minutes I was instructed to come in front and suck cock. I did not want to do it but she grabbed my head and forced me. Roland did not stop me and his cock found my mouth opening. Catherine stripped out of her mini-skirt and top and went behind her bull. She pressed into him, rubbing his chest, as her loyal husband was down on his knees prepping her stud’s cock for the evening fuck session.
“That’s it,” she said, grabbing my head and forcing me to suck and bob faster. Shoving me away she took her bull to the bed and announced, “I’m here for a pounding. Give me your cock!” Roland grasped his rod, and Cat turned over, offering her mature cunt. He plunged in and she cried out in joy. “That’s it, yes, do me, my stud, my real man, my bull. Ohhh yeah, fuck me good, ohhhhh, ummmm.”
He jammed her hard, shaking the bed and blasting her butt cheeks. His big balls bounced below and I was sure they were filling with a big load. He slapped her ass and fucked her even harder. She wanted all he had.
“Get over here and help out,” my wife yelled out. “Lick his ball sack, do something, anything,” she added.
I went to the bed and started sucking his balls. The smell of sex lingered and I was right under it. Catherine was furiously playing with her engorged clitoris and her fingers worked non-stop. She screamed out in wild chirps, coming like a runaway roller coaster. “Fuck, yes, oh yes, I’m coming,” she announced loudly. “Oh, babe, ohhhhhh, ummmmm, ohhhhh yes, yes!” Her body spasmed and pulled away, leaving his cock dripping on me. I pulled back. We all just sat there for second and then Catherine made me join her in the center of the bed. “That was good,” she told us both. “But poor Roland did not get off.”
She forced me to go down on her and I was happy to oblige. “Eat me, you wimp,” she insisted and I did just that. She grabbed my cheeks and held on. “Go ahead and use my wimpy husband, Roland,” she added. “I know you want to blow a load.”
What the hell had gotten into her? She was expecting Charles and his charm and big cock, and she got this. I knew she was upset about it. She was an entirely different person.
My ass was being touched, and I wanted to turn and stride out. Cat held my face and pumped her hips into me. “Honey, don’t you dare stop,” she said. “I’m going to explode soon.”
Roland placed his cock near my opening. I was in shock. He pushed into my virgin ass and with my wife’s own juice lubricating his shaft drove in to me. “Ahhh!” I screamed out. It hurt like hell. “Don’t!” I yelled.
He did not stop. Catherine was coming again and coming hard. She grabbed me with all her force, driving her hips and massive twat lips into my face. She had a crazed look in her eyes as she orgasmed and I was being fucked from behind in my ass. It hurt, Cat was on fire, and the whole room exploded in her joy and my pain. Roland pulled out of me and came on my ass. Catherine wrapped her arms around me and told me she loved me. We collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms. Roland was gone before either of us looked up.
I said nothing for almost an hour. I was deeply ashamed. I had always wanted to fuck my wife in her ass. For once I wanted to make her cry out that I was too big, to make her think of me as the king of anal sex. She was an anal virgin and that would be my prize and mine alone. But it had never happened. She had refused me time and time again. I had given up asking … and now this!
She would pay for this somehow. I made a vow right then and there.
Charles appeared as we were leaving the playroom. He whispered to Cat and followed us out. I was instructed to just drive around wherever while they sat in the back seat. I obeyed, driving down back streets, saying nothing. They talked and kissed and laughed and fondled in the back seat. I positioned my rearview mirror to see all, trying to hear what they were saying and see their movements.
As I made my way slowly down a desolate road, Cat climbed on top of him. She started mewling like a baby, rubbing against his exposed fatheaded dong. Then she mounted him, oh so slowly, her expression pure ecstasy.
She rode him and I drove on. She bounced up and down, shaking her head back and forth and crying out in pleasure. She turned ass back and then ass forward. He kept telling her she was so good, so athletic. When he said he was going to blow a loud, she jumped off him and disappeared. I saw nothing more, just heard his grunts of satisfaction. Not long after, my wife sat up, wiping the cum from her face.
We dropped Charles back at the party house and sped to our hotel. Nothing was said, nothing at all.
Chapter Thirteen
One afternoon several weeks later I ran into Bill. He was the customer—rather still is the customer who sees Catherine regularly at her front desk at the cable station. He was all smiles.
I was at a local Starbucks talking to a client about his laptop. Bill interrupted and asked to speak with me privately; then he chattered on how amazing Catherine looked sitting behind her desk with those black thin lens glasses and her hair all pulled up in a bun. She was the ultimate sexy wife and I was the luckiest man on the planet. This was silly and I told him I was busy.
Later that night I sat on the living room couch, lost in thought. My life was nothing if not interesting. I was however still mad about the party incident.
In bed I caressed Cat until she was soaking wet. She was on her best behavior, telling me the other night had been a mistake and that she was sorry to have lost control. I eased my way to the making-up part, saying that she should let me fina
lly have her ass. I tried to move into position so that I could find her asshole and make her want it, but she smacked me and said no way … once again. And so, with a sigh, I fingered her to get her off and went to sleep.
I decided we’d take a break from Mandingo parties. One afternoon I proposed that she get all dolled up and let me take her to a bar outside of town. There perhaps we could pick up a stranger and have some fun. She liked the idea.
Our bar visit did not come off as planned. That Friday I returned home from work to find Catherine and the girls sitting with Oscar our kitten. He was very ill. The little white kitty was not so little anymore and he was gasping for breath. Something was seriously wrong. The girls were in a panic. The vet was called and we were told to bring him in immediately. We jumped into the car and headed to the animal hospital. Luckily, after a few drops of make-it-better liquid, the kitty was fine. The family was going to survive this ordeal ... and Cat and I could still go out. Well, that was not what happened. Catherine didn’t want to leave Oscar alone and we stayed home. As Cat put it, “Tonight we will all be hanging out at the plantation.”
Sprawled about the modular couch, we all watched a movie and ate popcorn. At bedtime, once the girls were asleep, Catherine stroked Tiny but I could not get hard. I was having fewer and fewer good erections. It sucked.
“I need a good cock,” she purred. We kissed and held each other and I wished I had more to give. I went down on her and brought her to climax with my mouth. Several times she announced that she badly wanted to be fucked. I kept going even while she complained until she exploded into orgasm.
