My hands dipped below the fabric of the little bikini bottom again and traveled over the crack of her ass. I badly wanted to touch her pussy, and to feel how excited she was. And I wondered if her excitement, like mine, would be from my touching or from her suggestion.
“Sounds interesting” I said, trying to keep my enthusiasm muted. “Are you sure you’re up to something like that?”
I continued rubbing my hands over her ass, savoring both the feel of her skin under my slick hands and her salty idea. I continued looking at her breasts, spilling out the side of her body in front of me. Her skin was beginning to turn brown from the sun, but her breasts retained the milky white of body parts rarely exposed to the sun. I wondered what exactly she had in mind. Could she possibly be thinking of letting another man touch her breasts? Could she be thinking of more?
“I think I’m up to it – the question is, how do you think you would be?” she said.
My cock was threatening to rip through my bathing suit, and I had my oily hands full of my wife’s ass. I realized it was my last chance to turn down her offer – she was giving me one last out. But yet I still needed to see what it was exactly that she was thinking for herself. What would she possibly choose to do on the island if given a free pass from her husband?
“I think I’ll be fine” I said to her, hoping I sounded more convincing than I felt. “So, what did you have in mind?”
Chapter 4
Julie’s body was sufficiently lotioned, and I knew if I didn’t get off of her soon it would be something else entirely I would be spraying across her back. I slid off of her ass and sat on the towel, waiting to see how she would answer my question – if she would answer it at all. I slipped my hand into my shorts, adjusting my rock hard cock as I sat upright on the towel next to her.
I watched Julie as she propped herself up on her elbows, contemplating the question I had just asked her. The breasts that had just been pressed flat against her towel were now suspended beneath her, testing the limits of her blue bikini top. She tossed her black hair to one side and looked out at the people scattered across the beach. I watched her as she scanned, moving her eyes from one side of the beach to the other, before realizing why she was hesitant in answering my question.
This wasn’t a question she had ever anticipated before, so she wasn’t even sure what she would pick for her island fantasy. While I could have rattled off a half dozen things to her, she needed to scan the beach, looking at the other half naked bodies around us, to come up with her secret, island fantasy. I watched her head as she scanned the beach, wondering what it was she was going to decide upon. Her head finally stopped and I could see that she was focusing on something, and I strained to follow her eye’s gaze.
The resort had a water sports hut down by the water’s edge, where guests could rent all manner of jets skis and scuba gear. I could see the hut had Julie’s attention, but I knew at once my wife had no interest in learning any kind of exotic water sport. But I could see what had potentially caught her interest, and the very thought of what must be going through her pretty head made my already straining cock ache more.
She wasn’t looking at the jet skis, the paddle boards or the scuba gear, I was certain of that. What had captured her attention was the attendant who was working the water sports area. He was tall, lean and muscular, and his skin was the chocolate brown of the island natives that we had been chatting with for the last several days. I watched him as he chatted easily to two fawning female guests.
I watched as Julie turned her head to me and smiled as she turned back to look at the black stud working the sports hut. He continued chatting with the two female guests, eliciting the occasional laugh from the two ladies. I wondered what Julie had in mind – what was she possibly thinking about doing with a black stranger at a place like this? But it was the thoughts going through my own mind that made me shift uncomfortably on the blanket next to her.
The two female guests thanked him and strolled out of the sports hut, leaving the charming native to finish arranging the equipment he had for rent. I watched as he lifted a surfboard to the wall, the muscles in his lean midsection rippling from his effort. He finished placing the board, standing back to admire his handiwork, and I could see how the muscles in his strong legs mimicked those in his upper body. I could only guess at what other types of muscles he had that were not so openly on display.
The caught her motion from the corner of my eye and turned in time to see Julie getting to her feet. She needed to fidget with her bikini, adjusting it to make sure the scant fabric was covering her body after my thorough application of her lotion. I watched her hands adjusting her top, pulling on the fabric to make sure that her heavy tits were adequately covered by the skimpy suit. She then turned to me and smiled as she stepped off of the towel in the direction of the sports hut.
“I’m just going to talk to him, and ask him about those surfing lessons that I’ve always wanted to take” she said, giving me a wink as she sauntered off sexily.
I watched her dumbfounded, suddenly aware that my mouth had actually dropped open without me being able to utter a single word. My tongue might have been hanging out too, I wasn’t certain – but if it wasn’t, it should have been. I watched my wife’s hips swaying as she walked towards the hut, and I could still see the gleam of the lotion I had applied to her only minutes before. Her one hand nonchalantly slipped down her backside, tugging on the suit to make sure her bottom was covered. It was a move so subtle, and practiced by wives on beaches every day, yet watching her do it as she prepared to talk to this dark stranger drove me wild.
I watched her as she entered the hut and the black man’s head lifted once he realized he had a customer. I wondered what he would have been thinking upon seeing my wife for the first time, and the bright, white smile that lit up his face as he greeted her offered at least a partial answer. I knew he would be professional – no doubt – and would treat her with respect, as he would any guest of the resort. Still, she was oiled up and standing in front of him half naked, and thinking about what was going through his mind was enough to make my cock harden all over again.
I could see her engaging him in conversation about surfing, and watched as he walked her through the different boards he had in the shop. I knew that Julie had no interest in actually going into the water – God, no – but that wasn’t going to keep her from engaging this handsome stranger. I watched her as she laughed at whatever island charm he was giving her, and at one point she actually reached over to touch his arm as he said something that particularly amused her. And when she turned away to look at his merchandise, I saw it.
I saw his eyes quickly do a full scan of my wife’s nearly naked body.
She turned back to him, motioning to a board he had on the wall and asking several questions. I watched him reach up to remove the board he had placed only minutes before, and I watched as the same chorus of muscles rippled across his body as he took the board down. He began talking to her, his hands gesturing up and down the board as he spoke, no doubt giving her brief instructions. And then he placed the board onto the sand, and I watched as he offered my wife his hand.
Julie stepped on the board, immediately eliciting a wobble and causing her to slip. She put her arm out onto his rigid midsection, steading herself, as he laughed and caught her at the same time. I could see his hand catch her, resting just above her ass as she got her balance on the big board. As quickly as he touched her he removed his hand, and proceeded to give her a brief tutorial on what she needed to know as a novice surfer.
I watched my wife as she bent and turned on the board, right in front of this handsome stranger. Her suit was doing its job admirably but she still had her body precariously on display in front of this alluring, black man. If we were at home, she would never even think of wearing a plunging neckline out in public, for fear of someone catching a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. Much to my delight, here we were on a faraway island, and she practically had her tits
right on display in a black stranger’s face.
They continued to talk, and Julie periodically rested her hand on his broad shoulder for balance as she got the hang of standing on the board. I watched him as he touched my wife’s body, with the smooth, practiced hands of a nightclub magician. I wondered about how many vacationing women this man must have fucked at this club. How many horny white wives – women just like my Julie – had this black stud fucked by the light of the island moon? I continued in my daydream, as my wife continued in hers at the hands of the black instructor. And a moment later both of our daydreams were interrupted by another local who came lumbering into the sports hut.
Where Julie’s instructor had clearly been the suave, customer-pleasing employee, the man who now stepped into the hut was clearly the manual labor of the operation. From a distance he looked like he was twice the size of Julie’s teacher, and had the bulging black muscles to match. His size appeared even more impressive by the fact that he had three surfboards balanced effortlessly across one of his broad shoulders.
I watched this new man as he greeted my wife and the surf instructor, place his boards on the floor of the hut and then left. It was an intrusion that was only momentary, but it lasted long enough to break up the cheerful banter between Julie and her new, black friend. I watched as she jumped off the board and spoke again to him, extending her lily white hand to his for a handshake. She then pivoted and hopped away giggling, looking more like a teenage schoolgirl than a mature, albeit sexy, married housewife.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of Julie as she sauntered back to our towel, still giggly from her encounter with the black surf instructor. I could clearly make out the outline of her thick, hard nipples as they poked through the thin fabric of her suit top. I watched behind her as her sexy, black stud started to arrange the newly delivered boards in preparation for new business, and I wondered just how close of a view he himself had gotten of Julie’s hard nipples. My thoughts were still lingering on that – on his open view of my wife’s half naked body – when she returned and sat down on her towel next to mine.
“Well, that it” she said, “I’m done. I’ve done my sexy thing.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “That was it? That was your thing?”
“Yep” she said, as she laid on her side so that she was looking directly at me.
The curve of her hips and the fullness of her breast as she lay next to me was almost too much to take. I thought I had been watching her cock tease the black surf instructor but I was only now realizing she had really been cock teasing me. Her eyes dropped below my waist and I followed, seeing the tent that was openly on display between my legs. She giggled as I looked back up at her.
“That was all I needed to do Tom” she said. “I just needed to prove to myself that I am still sexy, that I can still grab the attention and flirt with a sexy guy. But I think even more than that I needed to prove it to you.”
I thought about what she said. I was suddenly guilty for wanting her to take her fantasy further and likewise for what I envisioned for my own adventure. It had never been about fucking someone else for her. But it had always been about fucking someone else for me. Or at least watching her…
“But don’t worry” she said, mindful of the fact that I had grown silent. “I’m still giving you the open opportunity to go sew your oats. Just because I chose not to make my little fantasy physical doesn’t mean that I expect you to do the same. In fact, I kind of prefer that you go as far as you want to with yours.”
“And you agree to abide by whatever it is I choose?” I asked her, making sure she signed symbolically on the dotted line one more time.
“Absolutely” she said.
Chapter 5
“How do I look?”
I looked across the table at her in the dress she was wearing. Like the blue bikini, it was an outfit she had purchased many years ago when we had been living different lives. And like the bikini, it was something that she would have only felt comfortable now wearing at a place like this, where there was no danger in running into someone we knew. The neckline plunged deliciously low, baring more of her large breasts that would have been appropriate anywhere else.
“You look great” I answered truthfully, before glancing at my watch.
8:25
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” she asked me.
“Nope – only here with you” I told her, half truthfully.
I grabbed the wine bottle from the table and topped off her glass for the fifth or six time of the evening. We had taken a late dinner at the resort’s formal restaurant, and I had made sure to keep the wine flowing as we ate. We were nearing the end of the second bottle, and I knew that Julie was feeling no pain. She had been especially playful after her tryst on the beach with the surf instructor, and I knew after a few glasses of wine she would be completely susceptible to anything I had in mind.
And I had plenty in mind for her...
I knew that Julie had seen me looking at the barmaid, and I knew she expected me to try to fuck another woman on the island as my part of my fantasy. She had certainly felt the allure of the dark skinned lover, and had expected that I would have wanted to fuck one of the chocolate skinned beauties that were walking on the beach.
And up until I saw the hands of the surf instructor on my wife’s body, I had thought that was what I wanted too…
I watched her as she lifted the wine glass to her lips, and a tiny drop of condensation slide off the stem. The drop landed in the heavenly curves of her cleavage, and I watched it glisten as she finished what was left in her glass. She didn’t seem to notice, or if she did notice then she didn’t care. She put the glass back on the table, and then looked me directly in the eyes before speaking.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to” she said.
My heart skipped a beat as she said it and I was sure for a moment that I was fucked as I tried to answer her nonchalantly.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re trying to get me drunk so you can take me back to the room and fuck the shit out of me” she said, and the slight slur to her speech had indicated that I would have been on the road to success, if that was my goal.
“You’ve caught me – red handed” I said as I raised my hands in the air, catching another glimpse of my watch on the way by.
8:40
I stood from the table and offered her my hand, watching as she swayed as she rose from her seat. I had my arm around her as she stepped from the table, and I led her to the door. The fact that the majority of the male heads in the restaurant turned to look at her as we passed was not lost on me. Julie looked good – as good as she had ever looked – and was succeeding in spilling out of her tight dress.
The fact that she staggered on our way back to the room was reason enough for me to have my hands all over her, although I knew at that point that I didn’t need a reason. We stopped at least once on the way and she had her tongue in my mouth almost before I had managed to wrap my hands around the curves of her ass. But I didn’t have time for kissing on our walk to the room, and I broke the embrace as I hurried her back.
“Ooh you want to get me in that room, don’t you” she cooed. “Are you going to fuck me?”
My hands on her body urging her forward were all the answer she needed. She giggled as I prodded her, and after an excruciating eternity I got her to the room. She stopped, planting her back against the door and waiting for a kiss, teasing me before letting me get her inside. Her giggling continued as I nudged her through the door, giving myself one last chance to glimpse the watch on my wrist.
8:55
She crossed in front of the bed to the far wall, turning on each light to fully illuminate the room as she smiled. It was our inside joke. I usually preferred to make love in the dark, while she would tease me by turning the lights on. But tonight I wanted the light – I wanted to see each and every thing that would happen to her. And I watched
her as she started to unzip the dress from her body.
“No!” I said, defying all logic in her mind that I wouldn’t want her suddenly naked. “Let me!”
She smiled as she came to me, the zipper just starting to come down on her dress. I grabbed her with my left hand, bringing her mouth to mine. As much as I wanted her naked, as much as I wanted her tits in my hands, I needed to stall for just a few minutes longer. But I couldn’t help myself from exploring her body at least a little, just to ensure she was ready.
I wrapped my right arm around her, bringing my hand to the hem of her dress. I put my tongue in her mouth, relishing the sound of her moan as I snaked my hand up under her dress. The angle was tight, and only made my hand press against her harder, but I needed to feel her. I fought to get my fingers under the waistband of her panties, and was thrilled to discover she was wearing none.
I must have let out some kind of audible gasp without even realizing, because Julie pulled her head back as she giggled.
“I thought you’d like that.”
It was a rhetorical statement, and I could feel my cock reflecting everything I needed to know about liking my wife without any panties on. But time was slipping away from me, and I still needed to check her. My fingers traveled past the point of her thigh where her underwear would have provided a barrier until I touched the silky smooth hair covering her sex. I could feel her heat even before my fingers touched her, and when they did touch her, they slipping into folds that were warm and moist.
“Oh God” she said. “I need you to fuck me now!”
Had another moment passed, it might have happened. My cock was straining and I was only two thin layers of fabric away from Julie’s wet pussy. But at that moment I heard it – Julie and I both heard it. There came a faint knock on the door, precisely at the moment we had agreed upon, and I pulled away to look at the confused expression on my tipsy wife’s face.
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