The Mandingo Diaries: A Case of Taboo

by Clyde Viechweg

  For the first time, I got a good look at her face. She had pronounced features with high cheekbones, soft brown eyes, and pearly white teeth. Her breast stood up as unassisted as the Pitons Mountains in St. Lucia.

  She had a slender waist that merged into wide hips and a beautiful ass. When she opened her eyes and smiled, my heart fluttered. Looking at her sitting at the base of the trunk, sucking on the mango made me hot.

  Thunder crackled, starling Liz. I was not fazed, for I knew it was coming. A look of concern crossed her face as she jumped to her feet. I got up and walked over to her. At the same time, the rain began to pour. The cold drops were a welcome treat on this humid day. Looking up into the blinding rain with my hands spread out as if in supplication, I started laughing with joy, for I loved the rain. It made me so happy.

  I motioned for Liz, who had taken refuge under the Mango tree, to come join me. She hesitantly came forward. Reaching out, I held her hand and pulled her to me. The rain had thoroughly soaked our clothes until they were clinging to our bodies.

  Taking her into my arms, I felt her body heat, even in all this water. I bent my head down and kissed her. She responded hungrily. The harder the rain fell, the harder we kissed.

  To the right of the mango tree was a huge rock that jutted out in the middle of a hill. On hot days, it provided shade. Today, it had temporarily changed into a mini waterfall. I took Liz by the hand and led her to it. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my sweatpants, t-shirt, and boxers.

  “Oh my god! You're naked; you're crazy!” Liz shouted while laughing.

  I reached for her t-shirt, and she did not resist. I pulled it over her head to reveal a pair of stunning breasts that was begging to be loved. I loved the way the water was beading on her body. She kicked off her shoes and I helped her out of her tights. Liz stood naked in the rain, looking like a sculpted statue of a Greek goddess. The water ran down all the contours of her body, finding their way to the ground, sad that they could not linger.

  The water from the temporary falls beat down on us as we fondled and explored each other’s body. I don't know if you, the reader, has ever made love in the rain, but if you did, you would know that every kiss planted on your body was warm and brought blood immediately to the area.

  Liz stroked my cock back and forth while licking my nipple. I had to fight myself from coming in her hands.

  “Oh, Liz, ooh ha, yes, I like that, mmmmhm,” I moaned.

  Liz leaned down and took my cock into her mouth and forced it down the back of her throat, requiring me to tiptoe. She played with my balls and caressed my body. This drove me insane with pleasure. Out in the open with no one around, I let my pleasure sound out.

  “Ohhhhh aaaaah ooohoooo, I am coming. I am comingggggg,” I cried out as I shot my hot load into her beautiful mouth. Now, when I say it was hot, that was no exaggeration; that juice was hot.

  I watched her as she swallowed every drop and squeezed my cock hard in case there was more left.

  Standing up, she leaned into me and said, “You taste like mango. I could swallow you every day.”

  “Now let me see how you taste,” I replied huskily.

  Liz leaned over a rock and spread her legs. Seeing her lotus flower open before me sent blood rushing back into my cock, causing it to swell bigger and harder than before. Getting down on my knees, I dipped my tongue into her wet pussy. It was so warm I wanted to leave my tongue in there. However, I forcefully removed it to lick her ass by swirling it around her hole.

  “Woooo ohhh, yeahhhh, I like that, oh, Walter baby, just like that,” she cried out lustfully.

  I brought my tongue down across her pussy and over her petal lips. Her legs buckled. I made about fifteen such passes slowly. She kept pushing hard back on my face.

  “Make me come, Walter. Suck my clit and make me come, ooh yes,” she moaned.

  I sat down with my back against the rock with my face, face to face with her clit. Using both hands, I parted the petals and began stroking her clit with the whole flat side of my tongue, while keeping the pressure on it. I could feel her stomach vibrating against my forehead. Reaching out, I put my middle finger into her pussy and flickered it on her G spot.

  Liz's pussy started clenching my finger tightly and her whole body started to tremble. So I made a vacuum with my lips and sucked softly on her clit.

  “Ooooooh wooooooo ohhh ahhhha, I am coming, aaaah coming, oooooooooh!” she screamed.

  Her legs gave out and she sat down on me. I started kissing her and then her breast and neck. I could still feel the little tremors racking her body.

  “What are you doing to me?” she cried.

  “Giving you what you deserve,” I replied.

  “What is it I deserve?” she asked weakly.

  “Good loving and sweet mangoes,” I replied.

  “Oh, Walter, you promised me last night to fill my tight pussy. Fill it now; burst it if you want. I don't care,” moaned Liz. Lifting up a bit, she sat down on it.

  I felt it penetrate her; she was so wet along with the rain beating down on us. She rode my cock as if her life depended on it. I was pinned against the rock, so there was nowhere to maneuver. That suited Liz just fine and she pressed down, not wanting to miss an inch.

  My cock was in pussy heaven with her juicy sweet pussy clenching and unclenching against my cock.

  “Put your finger in my ass. Yes, put it in, yes, deep, aah yeah, right there,” she cried out as I complied.

  With that, she started sucking on my neck and ear lobes, which sent me furiously thrusting upwards into her.

  “You want my cock in your ass, that's what you want, eh? You want me to fuck your ass as I would a whore,” I cried out.

  “Yes, yes, stop talking to me so dirty,” she cried weakly.

  Pushing another finger into her ass brought a deeper moan of pleasure from her lips.

  “I am going to bend you over and fuck your ass like you're my slut, then I am going to come in your ass. That's what you want,” I coaxed.

  “Yes, yes, fuck my asssssss, aaaaaah, I am coming, I am cominggggg ooooh wooooo ohhh, I love you, I love you,” cried Liz.

  This proved too much for me. I exploded hard and long into her, while her pussy hungrily drank it up.

  We held each other tightly, crying tears of joy and happiness. Water was flowing everywhere, from the heavens, in the ravine, from the rocks, down the tree trunks, from our eyes, and from our sexual organs. This was truly a tribute to the rainy season.

  We had sex three more times before settling down to picking the mangoes we came for. By that time, we were ravenous and we ate quite a few. The rain had eased up a bit too. We were still naked. Liz took the mango peel and rubbed it on my nipple and licked it off. That felt so good. I did the same and soon we were rubbing different mangoes over different areas of each other bodies.

  Liz rubbed her pussy with a Julie mango and I went to work cleaning it up. I lay on my back on some moss and Liz straddled my face. I ate her pussy until she came in my mouth, mixing the mango juice with hers. I swallowed and had never had mango taste so good.

  The rain had finally stopped. Taking our clothes and the bag of mangoes, we stopped at the ravine to rinse off and to wash out our clothes.

  In the pool of cool water, I had to stroke her one more time. Our naked bodies glided easily against each other. Liz wrapped her arms tightly against my neck and I sent my big cock hard into her. Walking out of the pool onto a flat moss-covered stone, I placed her legs onto my shoulders and drilled her pussy.

  “Yes, yes ooooh yes; no one ever fucked me like that, ooooh I love you, I love you, Walter. Yes, yes, fuck me harder yes, ooooh, you're killing my pussy,” cried Liz at the same time, pulling me hard against her.

  Soon, we both started trembling and groaning.

  “Walter, I am cominggggggg ooooh aaaaahaaa, oooooooh,” screamed Liz.

  “Me tooooooo oooooh aaaaha ooooh. I love you, Lizzzzzz,” I bellowed.

  Liz would leave the
next day, and I followed a week later. I lived in New York and she in Toronto. A year later, we were married.

  Today, we are still happily married and, yes, we still love mangoes. How could we not? Five years ago, we met on the Island of Spice and found love in mango season.

  The Perfect Husband

  I am sitting in a very cozy position, with dimmed lights and soft background music playing, I think it's Phil Collin's “In the Air.”

  You're probably yawning by now but wait. I look down at my left hand and see the light reflecting off my wedding band and then I bring my eyes up to rest on the woman sitting across from me.

  She has a very attractive face, bright eyes, dimples, and lips that seem to be turned up slightly at the edges in a seductive manner. The only problem is that she is not the woman I promised to love until death pull us apart; you got it – she is not my wife.

  Turning my attention to my wristwatch, I notice that it is seven p.m. That tells me that my wife is cleaning the dishes after having dinner with the kids. Next, she will have them brush their teeth, shower, and straight to bed. She will follow suit.

  I am supposed to be out of town on a business trip, but I am, in fact, staying at the woman’s house; the one who is right now across from me.

  I work for a manufacturing company that has me out of town once a week, but I told my wife it's three days. So I rush back and spend Thursday and Friday with Lisa. Then, Friday evening, I go home to my wife and children until Tuesday evening.

  So you must be wondering why I lead such an unrighteous life. (That's putting it lightly. You guys probably think I am an asshole.)

  My wife is beautiful and sexy, even after having our two children, she is well educated, has a great job, and is very caring and nurturing to the kids and me.

  The problem lies with me. I get bored easily, but above all, I love and crave sex and I am talking about crazy and adventurous sex. My wife is way too conservative, and she did lay all the cards out on the table when we met. However, I pretended that I too was conservative in bed.

  So you can already see that deception is a natural trait in my disposition.

  Lisa is my lover; I like her so much because, around her, I don't have to pretend. It takes so much energy to live a lie. When it comes to sex, ooh la la, woii papa! What did the tiger on Frosted Flakes Cereal say? “It's greattttt!”

  I can live out my fantasies with her. Take, for example, for my last birthday.

  Lisa asked me to meet up with her for an early dinner. She promised to cook.

  It took me at least fifteen minutes to find parking, for she lived on the corner of Vanderbilt Avenue and Bergen Street. It's one of those beautiful brick buildings with four floors.

  The ground floor has an amazing restaurant called The Vanderbilt. Someone mentioned that the owner was awarded a Michelin star.

  So Lisa and I went there to watch the World Cup and discovered that the food and service lived up to its hype.

  Around our fourth visit, we became friendly with this server whom I wish not to name for I do believe she still works there. I will call her “G.”

  Soon, she and Lisa were hanging out across the street at The Beast for drinks and, on Saturday nights, they would go to Soda Bar and dance away to Reggae and hip-hop beats.

  One Saturday, I managed to get out of the house on a bogus excuse that I was meeting up with a classmate from high school that was in town for a couple of days. I met Lisa and G at Soda Bar. Lisa was wearing a white mini skirt and black t-shirt that was worded with this phrase “I Love Threesomes.” Lisa is crazy. I really believe she doesn't give a shit about what people think or say. G, on the other hand, was a very quiet, tall, slender girl that wore her hair braided in two, giving a look of innocence, yet her eyes seemed dark and mysterious.

  G was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that dropped to her hip and a spaghetti strap white top that failed to cover her stomach, causing eyes to wander over the flat plains of tan skin that disappeared into her jeans.

  I was a bit annoyed that night, for guys kept coming up and high fiving Lisa on her t-shirt. I knew they could care less about the damn t-shirt; they wanted to fuck her sweet pussy.

  We sat out back on the patio and had a couple glasses of wine. The place was packed, for it was first Saturday at the Brooklyn museum and the crowd usually goes in search of a watering hole after and Soda Bar is a popular one.

  Around the third glass of wine, a Bob Marley song came on, I think it was “Don't Worry about a Thing.”

  Lisa jumped up with her crazy self, screaming, “I want to dance, I want to dance,” grasping at both G's hands and mine.

  We were pulled onto the dance floor. Soon, we three were swaying to the beat. Then the alcohol finally struck and I was twisted. I pulled Lisa towards me and started grinding slowly on her butt, then all of a sudden, G came up behind me and started grinding on me, while rubbing the sides of my legs.

  My cock sprang up as if it was electrocuted. Lisa felt it and pushed back harder. I leaned back to feel G's nipples moving up and down my back. Taking one hand off the side of Lisa's waist, I reached behind me and squeezed G's ass. G took my hand and placed it over her crotch and started to gyrate hard on it.

  At that point in time, I wanted to take them right on the dance floor. I did not give a flying fuck.

  To cut this story short, we ended up at Lisa's place around three in the morning. As soon as we walked into the apartment, G sprang on Lisa and started kissing her deeply, while bringing her hand up to fondle her pussy. Lisa was moaning; her legs soon gave out and they collapsed onto the floor.

  Lisa spread her legs wide and G pulled her panties to the side and began to run her tongue slowly up and down the length of her tight pussy. This sent Lisa into a frenzy. She grabbed G's head and gyrated so hard that I thought that she was trying to rub out G's face permanently.

  “Aaaaaaah ah cumming, aaaah oh goddddd, yesssss,” cried Lisa as her body heaved in spasms.

  I pulled my clothes off my body in under a second. My stiff cock throbbed in anticipation of fucking both of them, but more G; she was new meat.

  Turning towards me, G saw my cock and quickly started blowing it. My God, that girl's mouth was so hot and wet, I could leave my cock in there forever. Soon I was up on my tippy toes, moaning without shame. Taking her finger, she inserted it into my ass. I came so fucking hard that my eyes went dark.

  G got her wet mouth on me, allowing me to shoot all my cum down her throat. My cock died and there was nothing left in it. I felt drained.

  I passed out and did not wake until nine a.m. when my phone started going off like crazy.

  Realizing that my wife was calling, I jumped up and quickly put on my clothes, ran into Lisa's bedroom to say goodbye, and found G straddling Lisa with her pussy in Lisa's mouth.

  My cock stirred to life again; however, there was no way I could stay.

  At home, I came up with the excuse that I drank too much and did not want to get a DWI, so I crashed at my friend's place.

  So here I am, about to walk into Lisa's apartment for dinner. On the menu is “threesome.” You guys thought that I was going to let G's pussy pass, you all better ask somebody about me.

  Some of you religious folks might now be shaking your heads in disgust, but you will not understand me, for I feel no remorse or guilt.

  At home, my family and I attend church every Sunday and I am even an usher too. I teach Sunday school; however, I think that I will be giving that up soon.

  When my wife and I watch movies and we see a cheating scene, I always shake my head in disbelief and say, “Nasty, can't believe people can be so disrespectful.”

  My wife will then look up at me with loving eyes and lean into me and kiss me and say, “That's why I married you. I needed a real man.”

  I would smile and return her kiss and then I would take her to the bedroom and make love to her while thinking about Lisa. On climax, I would moan out loudly and shake. My wife looks up with a big smile on he
r face, believing that it's her that made me explode like that.

  I get a thrill out of my double life, knowing that I can get caught and lose everything; that gives me a high that intoxicates me fully, even just writing this makes me hot – I think I will have to make an excuse in a bit that I forgot something at work and stop by Lisa for a quickie...mmmmh.

  Anyway, I don't know why I am telling you guys all this; maybe it's a way to fool myself into clearing my conscience. Who am I fooling? God forgot to add mine.

  The Affair

  The door opens and a woman walks into the room. The first thing I look for is to see if the light reflects off her eyes or if it gets lost in them.

  If it reflects it, she is contented, happy, loving, and in a good place. However, if her eyes swallows the light, she is mysterious, unsatisfied, restless, guarded, and is hiding something.

  How true is all this, I am still trying to figure out. My father told me those were the signs to look for first in a woman before my eyes wandered over her other body parts. This he says will save me trouble later on in the relationship.

  So it was a quiet Saturday evening when I saw her make her grand entrance into what would become our little drama.

  I was sitting at the bar, staring out at the sun sinking into the Caribbean Sea with its fiery orange glow, looking to see if there would be a sizzle and then steam. I have been looking for that sizzle for over thirty years. There was going to be a sizzle, but it was not to come from the sun, but from the woman who walked into the room.

  The tall woman walked with the grace of a cat, her shoulders straight but relaxed, her head was held steady, and her gaze was level. It was then I looked into eyes, but for a moment, and saw no light reflected.

  She hesitated as our eyes met briefly, but betrayed nothing with her passive expression.

  My eyes followed her as she walked over to two ladies that quickly got up to hug her and exchange pleasantries. As she was in the motion of sitting, she cast a quick look in my direction. I saw a small smile form in the corner of her mouth, but I could not be sure if it was directed to me or her friends, who were excitedly jostling to be the first to fill her in on the latest gossip, I assumed.