Permanent Vacation

The large black man behind the boat was amazing. He cruised back and
forth on the wake, jumping his board over it and flipping in the air
before coming down effortlessly. He motioned for me to speed up and I
put the throttle of the boat down a little as he once again spun in
the air with Candace and I watching in awe. Candace and I had decided
to take this vacation months ago and now here we were on the waves
learning how to wakeboard. We had just started and Jamal, the guide I
had hired to take us out and teach us, had taught me how to drive the
boat so he could show us how it was done.

After his amazing show, I stopped the boat and Jamal pulled himself up
to the back. He stood up with water cascading down his chiseled dark
body. I couldn't help but catch my wife sneak a peak as he stepped in
smiling. It was hard to blame her and it didn't make me jealous.
"Candace are you ready?" he said with his thick Jamaican accent.

She stood nervously in her zebra patterned string bikini. It was
nothing too revealing, but certainly a little moreso than what she
would wear normally at the pool with friends. She'd agreed to it only
because it was our vacation and only the two of us (as well as other
vacationers we'd never see again) would see it. It covered her body
perfectly revealing all of the right places.

"Yeah I guess..." she replied sheepishly as she slid on her life
jacket and zipped it over her perky breasts. Jamal showed her how to
get the board onto her feet and helped her slip into the water. He
hit the gas when she said she was ready and she quickly lost hold of
the rope and fell into the take. I watched smiling as she struggled
to learn and encouraging her as we came around to bring her the rope.
After three tries she finally was up and I cheered her on. Jamal did
as well with a sly smile as he looked back at her beginning to cut
through the waves. Certainly there were no tricks, but she was
quickly mastering the basic control of the board.

When she got back in the boat I congratulated her and gave her a
smiling kiss for her great work. She pulled off her jacket and I put
mine on slipping into the water with the board as I did. I watched
from the end of the rope as Candace stood ready to watch my try. The
boat lurched forward and I tried to stand on the water, but soon found
myself head over heels. The boat looped the rope back around to me
and again I tried to no avail. Four times, five times, I tried again
and again with Jamal's instruction and could not get up. It was
obvious Candace was getting a little disappointed and so was I but I
refused to give up.

Inside the boat Candace and Jamal watched what was quickly becoming a
joke. I wasn't getting it at all. The laughed good naturedly about
it and cheered me on despite the growing hopelessness. As the have
the rope past me in the water Candace encouraged me, "You can do it
honey!" when a wave hit the side of the boat and she lost her footing.
She fell backwards and felt Jamal's strong hand slip around her bare
belly. Her legs straddled his as she fell backwards into his lap and
he held her as the boat rocked back and forth in the wake. She let
out a startled cry as she fell, and then a higher pitched short "oo!"
as she felt a firm object press between her legs against the thin wet
fabric of her bikini bottoms. The pressure disappeared and then
returned as the boat rocked back and forth powering Candace to rock
with it in Jamal's lap.

As the waves stopped Jamal removed his hand slowly from around her
waist and let her stand. "Careful blondie girl!" He said with a
cheery smile, "You're going to have to work on your sea legs."

Candace looked at him a little dumbfounded and magictized with a
nervous smile. What she'd felt between her legs could only be one
thing and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop thinking
about it. It had felt thick and large, and the fact that only a thin
layer of fabric in Jamal's trunks and the thin layer of fabric in her
own bottoms had separated it from her moments ago was intoxicating.

As she sat in the chair next to Jamal she looked vacantly back at me
as I tried and failed again at getting up on the board. As the turned
the boat to go back, Jamal looked at Candace and smiled, "You're
husband's not very good at riding this board. I wonder if there's
anything else I'm better at riding than he is..." He looked at
Candace a sly sideways glance and she looked nervously at him, then
without thinking or being able to stop herself she glanced down at his
trunks, catching a glimpse of the bulge in its fabric.

Candace exhaled loudly and glanced away trying to clear her head but
she couldn't deny the burning that had started between her legs. It
was such a rare feeling for her that it was impossible to ignore and
her mind raced. She glanced back and Jamal was still staring at her,
"Its okay blondie girl," he smiled, "Lots'o you pretty proper ladies
get curious here on the islands. Nothin' to be ashamed of. If it'll
help stave your wonderin' you can have a feel of it. Your husband
can't see a thing in the boat from down there in the water."

Candace stared at him in horror as the boat again passed me to bring
me the rope. As the boat started again she looked back to see me fall
head over heels into the water again and as the boat turned she slowly
but deliberately reached over and layed her hand in Jamal's lap
feeling the huge member under his trunks. She looked up at Jamal with
amazement as she gently wrapped her hand around the thick cylindrical
bulge.

From beside the boat I yelled up, "I think I need a rest..."

Jamal cooly replied, "No mon'! Yere right der wit it! Don't give up
when yer so close to doin' it!" He steered the boat past and again
let me take the rope.

Inside the boat he smiled at Candace, "Go ahead girl, you can pull it
out. Lookin's no harm."

Candace looked at him then pulled open the velcro on his shorts. She
reached between the flaps of fabric and gingerly pulled out the huge
black member. In her hand was the object that had poked her so
enticingly moments ago. Its huge veiny black shaft glistened in the
light and the bulbous head mushroomed perfectly at its godlike peak.
Instinctively she began to stroke it gently. "Careful there blondie
girl, you be playin' in dangerous waters now" Jamal laughed.
"Lookin's one thing, but that pretty little hand is makin' promises
you may not want to keep."

Candace stared at him with realization of what she was doing, but was
unable to stop herself. Her hand continued to lightly stroke up and
down the thick member and her thighs warmed even further. Her zebra
striped panties which had dried in the hot sun now seemed to be moist
again with something more slick than water. "Your husband'll be
giving up on this soon enough. Now that you're curiousity is cured
best you kiss it goodbye and put it back up," Jamal said with a wink.

With little more enticement Candace glanced nervously around the water
around them and seeing no boats within view she slipped to her knees.
She took the huge member in both hands and stared at it in front of
her. God what was she doing? From over the boat she heard my muffled
voice, "I don't know if I'm going to get this."

Jamal replied encouragingly, "Keep it up mon! You're soooo close.
Just a bit more and that board'll be yours!" As he said it he gently
placed his hand on Candace's head and lightly encouraged her forward
until she was licking the tip of his cock.

I replied curiously realizing I hadn't seen Candace cheering me on the
last few times, "Where's my wife?"

"Don't you worry about her mon," Jamal replied, "She's layin' down
takin' a rest for a bit. As soon as you get up she'll pop right up
and cheer you."

Candace barely registered the conversation. She began to lick and
mouth at the thick member as her thighs burned with hunger. The salty
seawater it had been in only enticed her more and soon she opened her
mouth and took the strange black cock between her lips with a muffled
moan of enjoyment. "That's it blondie girl," Jamal said with a
relaxed sigh, "Now you're on vacation." Slowly Candace began to bob
her head up and down in Jamal's lap, taking the huge member into her
jaws until they almost stretched. She was surprised to feel Jamal's
strong hand slip down her head and neck and glide between the fabric
of her bikini top to caress her C cupped breast. She was even more
surprised that she didn't want him to stop and she removed her right
hand from his cock long enough to reach down between her bosom and
slide the fabric triangles that encased her breasts to the outside
unsheathing them both. Her large nipples stood enormously erect and
Jamal made no hesitation about exploring them with his spare hand.

As the boat again passed me in the water I called out breathlessly, "I
really think I'm spent man. I'll give it a go in a little while. Get
Candace back out here since she's rested."

Candace heard my voice and nervously took the cock from her mouth,
still stroking it dutifully as Jamal cupped one of her exposed
breasts. She looked up at Jamal trying to see if I was onto them by
his expressions as she stroked his slippery wet shaft. "Nah mon...one
more try and if you keep it up like you have it'll pop!" Candace
caught Jamal's meaning and went back to sucking hungrily. As it slid
in out of her lips she couldn't keep herself from wising there was
some way to have it sliding between her aching labia. Frustrated by
the reality that she couldn't do that without Troy seeing them over
the bow she reached down between her legs and pulled aside her bikini
bottoms sliding a finger shallowly between the folds of her pussy.
She pressed with two fingers and felt them both slide easily into
herself as the moisture of her dripping cunt enveloped them. She let
out a long purring moan from around Jamal's cock as she began to
finger herself rhythmically. Jamal's hands masterfully massaged her
breasts to enhance her pleasure as she worked to make her mouth
enhance his.

As they continued in their lurid act I again fell from the rope of the
boat and Jamal realized he already had to turn back. He cursed under
his breath wanting more time with my wife's mouth around his shaft.
As he turned he *******ed the boats engine well away from me and it let
out a loud sputter dying a hundred yards from where I floated. Jamal
called out to me, "No worries mon, I know what it is. Give me a
minute and we'll have her up and runnin' in no time'at'll!" With that
I could see Jamal stand and begin to look down at the controls of the
boat, or so I thought.

Below my vision my wife's mouth stayed hungrily clamped around his
shaft sucking dutifully as Jamal stood. Realizing Jamal's ploy she
removed her mouth and started to stand in front of him, "Do we have
time for you to put it inside of me?" but Jamal softly but powerfully
pushed her back down to her knees.

She looked up at him as he cradled her face, "No blondie! He'll see
those tits you've got hangin' out for me and he'll know what we've
been up to!" He guided her head back to its work, "Keep going like
that and we'll find a way to cure that voodoo between your legs
later."

Candace didn't argue though she was disappointed. She began to suckle
again at his rod and her fingers worked between her legs. She looked
up into his face atop his glorious body as she sucked him. Her
husband, a failure in the water, was an afterthought right now as she
worshiped at the alter of pure masculinity. She could feel her tits
bouncing in the air over the strap of her bikini as she slid her mouth
back and forth on the glorious cock. Jamal stared back at her and she
reached up to caress his heavy balls as they looked into each others
eyes. His eyes became intense and his breathing grew heavier.
Candace could feel the swelling in her mouth. A strange man was about
to cum in her mouth and god help her she wanted him to...hell she
needed him to. She reached up and grabbed her breasts to steady them
as she felt the cock swell and convulse a thick jet of sperm into the
back of her throat. She moaned around his cock in suprised delight at
the salty sweet seed as another spurt filled her mouth. She fought
not to gag as her mouth filled completely with sperm and tried to
swallow only to feel another jet refill her lips with potent batter.
She pulled her lips away to breath and felt a thick hot spray of cum
strike her face as the excess in her mouth dripped from her chin. She
held the cock as it sprayed and tried to steer it down from her cum
soaked face to her breasts. She couldn't believe this amount of semen
could come from one orgasm but she couldn't deny what she was coated
in. Jamal looked down at her smiling and she looked up at him
sheepishly from her knees covered in his jism.

Jamal sat down and restarted the engine realizing his time was up.
Candace recovered herself and stood, as they approached me floating in
the water then dropped abruptly as she realized she was still covered
in cum! As I grabbed the back of the boat and pulled myself up I saw
the backside of my wife do a glorious swan dive off the front of the
boat. Jamal watched her then turned to me. "I think your wife needed
a dip to cool down."

A few moments later she was climbing up the back, her wet body
glistening in the sun. She kissed me as she sat down, "Why don't we
go back in and start getting ready for the beach party tonight
baby..."

"You're done for the day then?" I said surprised that she was already
prepared to stop.

"No, not done, just ready to get to what's next..." she replied. I
saw Jamal glance at her and her at him and we headed back in.

To be Continued...

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I watched through the shower glass as water careened down Candace's tight petite body. Even after two kids it was still amazing to look at, and the implants she asked for stood out as perfect C's that naturally fit her body. A small river of suds trickled from her loofah into and through the cleavage of her breasts as she turned her back to me and let the hotel's shower water rinse them off. Her tight little bottom curved deliciously just below the small of her back. I was aching to get in the shower with her and experience all of her beauty, but knew she'd rebuff me until bed tonight.

I began to shave as I watched her dry her body, and then begin to slip on her outfit for the resort's beach party event that was being held that evening. Even after 10 years of marriage I couldn't remove my eyes from the beauty of seeing my wife step into the loops of a red silk thong and slide it easily up her thighs so that the thin red fabric flossed itself between her tight petite cheeks, resting just below the small of her back. Almost as if to tease me further she stood in front of the mirror with nothing but the thong covering herself and dried and fixed her hair, her breasts heaving and swaying as she raised her hands above her head making the necessary preparations. She seemed not to even notice my lustful stares as she worked.

Unable to control myself any longer I moved behind her and pressed my body to hers, reaching my hands around her body to cup her gorgeous tits. She smiled and tried to pull away a bit, but left her hand on her brush which was gliding through her silky blonde hair, "Honey, what are you doing the beach party is about to start..." she said happily but with conviction.

"We can be a little late can't we," I replied with a sly grin, "The way you look it won't take me too long anyways..." I laughed at my joking self deprecation.

Candace rolled her eyes playfully, "Yeah, that's why I'd like to get a couple of takes in you first.." She pulled away with a little more power but the smile remained, "Come on baby, get ready. Let's save it for tonight when it can be special."

Reluctantly I agreed and continued my preparations brushing my teeth and fixing my hair, my eyes never leaving the obviously hard nipples on the peaks of my wife's gorgeous soft mounds. Finally she noticed my stare and let out a small grin at me then looked away. She pulled a thin red halter dress from the closet and lifted it over her head letting it fall down her shoulders, over her breasts, and down her stomach. She touched up her now dry and flowing hair, and slipped in some long dangling red earrings. As she leaned in towards the mirror i couldn't help but notice how short the light red dress was, barely covering her upper thigh as she leaned. The top of the halter tied around her neck and then plunged in a V down low between her C cup breasts revealing a healthy and delicious dose of cleavage without being trashy. She needed no bra underneath as her post youngren implants held her breasts firmly and beautifully, her nipples pressing ever so slightly against he thin fabric.

When she'd seen it in the store I insisted she try it on, and when she had come out of the dressing room I was awed. She on the other hand said she'd never wear it because it was a little too revealing to be around our friends in. I insisted she was wrong, and she finally relented reluctantly when I said she could just wear it on our vacation where she wouldn't know anyone. Tonight, my awe was amplified as I looked at her and she seemed to wear the dress with a new confidence.

She finished applying her makeup in a smokey night look and then sat to slip on her red strapped cork soled wedge heels. She stood and smiled, "Ready?"

I could only stare unable to find words as her calves bulged in the heels and her legs grew up into the gorgeous dress the so eloquently framed her body. I would be the envy of every man at the resort standing next to my wife. Finally I let go of a "Wow...yeah lets go."

Candace just giggled and off we walked to the beach. We held hands as we walked and talked about our day. She cracked a few jokes about my struggles on the wakeboard and I complimented her on her ability to get it so quickly. The stars shown brightly in the black sky as we stood in the buffet line only a few yards from the roaring surf, our shoes in the sand. I held Candace close to me as we waited and enjoyed our time. My wife's petite body felt so good against me.

Just as I was leaning in to kiss my wife and deep booming jovial voice errupted from behind me, "Hey mon, how are you two farin' after our adventures today?"

I turned, my arm still around Candace to see Jamal walking towards us in an open buttoned down shirt and cargo shorts. I felt Candace's back tighten as she reached up and ran a hand through her hair pushing it back behind her ear, "Oh hi Jamal..." she said in an almost singmisterg voice.

I offered a friendly smile, "Hey Jamal how's it going?"

"Good mon, very good tonight. Its a beautiful night for a party!" Jamal said happily, "And my god mon, isn't your wife an amazing sight tonight making it even more beautiful..." his eyes dancing over Candace in her dress. Her hand dropped from her hair and smoothed it along her breasts and stomach finally tugging gently at the bottom of the hem as she looked down shyly feeling his gaze.

I glanced at her and couldn't agree more, chuckling easily, "Yeah I'm a lucky man..."

"Indeed you are Mr. Troy..." Jamal said to me. Just then the loud sound of tribal drums began and a half naked group of men and women walked into the main beach area twirling batons with fires burning at both ends. "You go and enjoy the show," Jamal said over the loud pounding rythm, "I'll see you sometime later tonight Mr. Troy..." With that he gave his perfectly friendly grin, stole one more glance to Candace and walked away.

I looked at Candace and she looked down with a small grin saying nothing. As if perceiving my look she looked up to stare at the performers and stayed silent. I looked over with her to watch the show.

After a moment she stepped away from me and turned, "I-I think I need to go to the restroom honey. I'll be back in just a minute okay?"

I looked at her noticing an odd look in her eyes, but replied quizically," Sure honey...everything okay?"

"Yes, yes. I just need to go," she blurted and then smiled reassuringly.

"Okay I'll stay around here," I responded and she turned and headed towards the beach hut that contained the restrooms.

I stood watching the show with all of the other resort couples. The crowd gathered around as the fire danced and flew through the air, its heat passing over me as the dancers made their way around the crowded circle of onlookers. After fifteen minutes I began to wonder if Candace was okay and began to look around the crowd to see if she was wandering through looking for me. After no such luck I walked towards the restrooms asking a woman who came out if there was anyone else in there. She responded with a polite, "No just me..." and walked past.

Curious I walked quickly back to our room hoping Candace had not gotten sick. When I found that she was not there I returned to the party and scanned the crowd growing more concerned about my wife. I began briskly walking away from the party down the beach, hoping she'd decided to just go for a stroll. I was alone listening to the crashing waves and the light sea breeze as I walked under the full moon.

Out of the corner of my eye a movement in the shadows near the dunes caught my attention. I slowed my walking looking cautiously towards the area of movement nervously. Soon I could make a figure, a woman sitting on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Her brunette hair was in her face, and she appeared to be in her bikini still...and from this distance I couldn't tell if it was just the wind blowing her hair or if she was bouncing slowly on the chair...

As I crept closer I could see she wasn't in a bikini at all. She had a skirt and a top which were both now around her waist and her bra cups had been pulled below her fairly sizable breasts which bounced gracefully in the moonlight. Suddenly two dark hands like shadows crept around her stomach from behind her and slid up her belly to cup her breasts. The woman let out a stifled high pitched coo as the hands found their target just as a dark face appeared next to hers and began to passionately kiss the nape of her neck until she turned to let its mouth meet hers.

I heard her coo something to him softly, and then heard his deeper reply but the words at first were inaudible over the breeze and crashing surf. I realized I was staring and stopped myself. This was none of my business and I need to move on and find Candace. God, if they saw me they'd think I was some kind of a pervert! I powerd my feet to move forward and tried not to look over as I walked past a healthy distance from the inflamed couple. As I did the breeze died for a moment and the waves gave pause just enough for me to hear a breathless feminine voice, '"--omise Stan won't ever f-- out?" The deep baritone reply carried even better, "He won't find out anything you don't tell him baby-girl..."

My eyes were wide with amazement as I walked keeping my face forward and thought, "Damn...glad I'm not Stan..." I wondered if Stan was looking for his wife too, and suddenly a thought occurred to me. What if he was? What if he was wandering just like me. What if my wife, just like Stan's...I pushed the thought away. Candace was a conservative southern girl who would never do that. She was just ill somewhere or taking a walk. Hell she'd probably come by here 10 minutes ago and seen the same scene in its early stages of passion and walked on by with the same dicomfort I was feeling.

I walked far enough away from the adulterous couple so that they were no more than still shadows in the dunes again. I scanned down the coastline looking for a silhouette walking and saw nothing but the shine of the moon on the beach's wet sand. Suddenly I was startled as a soft feminine moan emitted from behind me. I turned to see that not 100 feet from me was yet another couple laying in the sand, hidden in the shadow of a palm tree from me as I walked by, but now the moon showed them perfectly. The woman laid nude on top of the man, whatever outfit she'd been wearing now bunched around her waist. Her bare breasts were pressed against his black chest as she kissed his neck passionately and gently rolled her ass up and down on his pelvis.

"Damn jungle fever is going on like crazy out here! What kind of a resort is thi--", my thought was interrupted as I looked down to see a small red thong laying in the sand at my feet. My mind raced back to our hotel bathroom. Candace standing, looking at herself in the mirror with her breasts heaving and a silk red thong slipped between her thighs.

I knelt down into the sand in shock and gingerly raised it from the sand. I looked from it to the couple just in time to see the woman throw her head back, her blonde hair falling back behind her shoulders as she arched her back revealing her face as she sat up kneeling while straddling her lovers body and riding it with her breasts heaving in the moonlight. If there was any mistaking it, Candace's familiar voice punctuated the night ocean breeze with a breathless, "Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this..." A crash of surf filled the air as my mind tried to process what I was seeing. I could only kneel in the shadows of the beach and watch completely immobilized by shock as my nude wife bounced up and down on another man's cock.

Candace arched her back deeply as she rode and leaned backwards stretching her stomach invitingly. Two black hands ran from her hips over her navel and up to her swollen breasts. They began to mead and fondle my wife's C-cup breasts eagerly as she gently raised and lowered her hips on the erect cock I knew was filling her. The man sat up and I watched as Candace ran her hands over his head and pulled his mouth to her chest letting him suckle on the erect nipples atop her perfect tits. "God I've always dreamed of making love on the beach, but I never thought it would be like this..." Candace moaned as she rode him with more eagerness, aroused by his mouth on her sensitive breasts.

She looked down at him intently as he suckled, and soon he pulled his mouth from her nipples and raised it to hers. To my horror I recognized the man my wife was so enthusiastically making love to -- Jamal. My stomach churned at the realization and my jaw went slack. My wife accepted his lips hungrily against her own and I could see their tongues dancing between their interlocked lips. The intimate site of my wife kissing another man was somehow almost harder to watch than her hips grinding onto his cock.

She cooed over the waves into his ear as their hip thrusts became faster and deeper, "Promise me Troy won't ever find out..." The passion with which she was making love to Jamal made me wonder if an answer of "No" from him would have made any difference.

I heard Jamal's deep voice respond with heavy breathing into her ear, "He won't find out anything you don't tell him..." I watched as my wife pressed her mouth to his in response and they kissed passionately as she rolled her hips on his cock.

Candace leaned back, showing the gorgeous curvature of her body as she arched and moaned over the roaring surf, "God, you feel so good Jamal...I don't want to ever stop feeling like this." I could hear Jamal's deep laugh slowly but cheerfully over his heavy breathing as he ran his dark hands up my wife's stomach, over her breasts, and pulled her face to his whispering playfully just before he kissed her, "Be careful what you wish for blondie-girl..."

Candace giggled between kisses, "I am..." and then their bodies began to writhe rhythmically with each other as they kissed. My wife rode him gracefully, her hips rising and falling on his in perfect rhythm as he thrust himself up against her. Their heavy breathing together escalated and above it started musical moans of pleasure. Suddenly he groaned loudly into the night and began pushing himself upwards into my wife. Candace screamed out in pleasure, "OH GOD!" and I knew she was feeling his warm seed entering her. She almost always orgasmed like that as soon as she felt cum spraying into her and I could barely register in my mind the fact that another man was now doing just that. Their arms caressed each others bodies naturalistically as they came together, Candace's intense orgasm sorry contracting her muscles and pulling Jamal's seed deeper inside of her.

As it subsided I watched them lay nude together on the beach, Candace's tits pressed against him. Suddenly she seemed to catch herself and began to rush to put her dress back on. As she stood I could see a trickle of cum drip from between her legs onto the sand. Jamal stood and put his pants on and then held her in the sea breeze as they kissed, my wife running her fingers over his chiseled black chest. He looked enormous next to my petite blonde wife. Suddenly I realized I could be seen and scampered off into the sand dunes. I saw Candace begin to walk towards where I was to look for her thong and suddenly I realized it was still clutched in my hand!

"I can't find it!" I heard her whine fearfully to Jamal. He came up behind her and held her again, "Don't worry about it blondie girl..." she calmed down, and said, "God I can't believe I did this..." cuckling to herself, "I really have to go, Troy will be freaking!"

Jamal's hands caressed her once more, "Yes, yes you must. But if you meant what you said to me, tomorrow you and hubby should come back this way. Spend your day on this part of the beach. Just keep walking and you'll see the private area and I'll make sure your names are on the list. Okay?"

Candace looked unsure even in the moonlight but finally kissed him and answered, "Okay..." With that she walked away in the moonlight...

To be continued...

It'll be interesting to see how hubby handles her new found lust for BBC.


I know what I would do..........
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Great story. Thanks for posting. I hope she doesn't insist on sitting on Troy's face tonight. That would be soooo wrong...

Excellent! Love to hear a Chapter 2!

Just read this story, it's excellent.

Thankyou for writing it.

GH

great! I love Jamaica-type stories.

And... Ho, I´m aroused and expectat for the continuation...

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TrF2

Oh come on, please don't leave us hanging like this!

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Jamal had mulled around on the beach looking at the waves for a while after Candace left. I was terrified of moving and getting caught so all I could do was lay in the dunes and wait. When he finally left I headed back towards the resort, my mind numb from what I'd just seen and not sure how to process it.

When I got back to the luau I looked all over for Candace, not even sure how I'd respond when I saw her. Could I look at her the same after what had just happened? Would she act the same? Would that just piss me off more? Was there some part of me that was actually turned on by this???

Despite my best efforts I couldn't find her anywhere. Finally I decided to check the room and found the lights out as I opened the door. That was unusual as the maids tended to leave them on when the cleaned our room in the evenings and pulled the sheets down on our bed. I glanced in the darkness and noticed a lump in the bed,
"Candace is that you?"

I heard a quickly drawn breath, "Uh, yeah, sorry honey it's me."

"Why are you in bed already? I thought you were coming right back to the luau...it's been like an hour and a half..." I said trying to sound natural and not let on that I knew exactly where she had been.

She turned on the light next to the bed and I saw her sitting up under the covers in a tanktop, her hair discheveled, "Yeah, I'm sorry honey I just couldn't get this headache to go away...I just had to lay down.
I'm so sorry I didn't come tell you..."

The was too much conviction in her voice. I couldn't believe she could lie to me this easily and if I hadn't know better I'd have completely believed her. I looked at her feigning concern and stuck my hand in my pocket. As I did I felt the red thong I'd forgotten I'd put in there on the beach. I started for a moment and regained my
composure stuffing the thong deeper so she wouldn't see I had it. "S-so, I guess that means no 'romantic' time tonight then?"

She groaned a bit, "Honey, I'm really sorry, I just don't think I'm up for it tonight. Tomorrow okay?"

I gave her a look of disappointment, "But, baby I..."

"I know honey, I do and I'm sorry," she responded with an empathetic whine, "I just don't think I can be a good lover for you right now with...this." She squeezed her temples. "I know I really don't normally like you doing this," she said with her continued voice of understanding, "But if you need to spend some time with yourself in
the bathroom I'm okay with it tonight, okay?" Her "okay" was punctuated with a hint of happiness as if she were doing me a favor.

I couldn't believe my ears and was repulsed by what she was telling me, but only a few moments later as she gave me a small kiss and turned out the light I found myself nude in the bathroom softly grunting as I rapidly jerked myself. Candace's red thong lay on the counter before me and I could see the dried fluids of her arousal
coating the string that had threaded between my wife's gorgeous ass. As I pulled on myself, my thoughts weren't of having my own cock between those cheeks. My mind was fixated on the vision of her gorgeous figure riding on top of Jamal in the moonlight. His cock sliding in and out of the pussy I was now being denied tonight and his seed now swimming in her belly.

As I envisioned Candace's back arch and her breasts heaving the moment Jamal let loose his sperm inside her I felt my own prick throb in my hand and my own semen begin to run down my knuckles. I cleaned myself up and went to bed, confused and unsure of how to even proceed.

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The next morning we awoke and got dressed in our beach attire for a day in the sand. We didn't say much to each other and I don't think either of us knew much what to say -- Candace with her secret, and I with mine. She dressed in a hot pink bikini which I'd bought for her before the trip. She'd complained it was a bit too skimpy for her and didn't think she'd feel comfortable wearing it as the bottoms had a Brazillian cut backside which revealed the sides of her ass more than a traditional bikini bottom would.

Surprised I noted, "Honey I thought you weren't comfortable wearing that out?"

Candace shrugged as she applied her makeup in the mirror, "I dunno, I guess I just figured we're never going to see any of these people again so what does it matter? Besides I know you wanted to see me in it" she finished with a smile. She pulled on a white skirt coverup over her bikini bottoms leaving her top covered only by the bikini bra, slipped on some platform soled flip flops, and slung her daybag over her shoulder and we were on our way towards the water.

I could tell she was getting more nervous as we approached the beach and wasn't sure why. We found it already getting filled with other resort guests and few chairs were open to sit in. It didn't look like we'd find much when Candace nervously stated, "I-I heard about a place down the beach a ways that's more private...w-want to try walking down there and seeing if we can find it?"

I looked at her a little incredulously, not sure where she might have heard about such a place or if it had anything to do with Jamal. Her breasts heaved in the bright pink top as she watched me for an answer, the string between her two mounds taught as its cups held her tits. "I guess we could try that...where did you hear about it?" I responded.

"Just some of the staff had mentioned it...." she said cryptically and off we went walking down the beach towards the area I'd found my wife the night before in the arms of another man. We didn't say a whole
lot and my wife seemed especially figity as we walked. I was feeling the same, only for me it was like an empty pit in my stomach.

After about a mile of walking down the beach we saw a fence made of driftwood with a small shack in the middle. Large signs that read "PRIVATE BEACH" were displayed regularly on the fence. Skeptical of the uninviting signs I took her hand, "Honey, I don't this is the place..."

She pulled her hand away gently and kept walking, "No this sounds like what they were talking about...come on we can at least ask..."

I followed her up towards the shack and she took my hand again as if a bit nervous. As we got closer a large black man in only board shorts appeared in the door of the shack staring us down. His eyes glanced at me with a disapproving stare and then darted toward my wife with a softer but hungry look that made me uncomfortable. He stood in the doorway of the shack and crossed his arms, showing his enormous build in an intimidating fashion. He looked from one of us to the other, fixing his eyes on me, "Do you have an appointment?" He said in a no-nonsense tone.

Candace spoke up, "Jamal told us to met him here..." she said sounding a bit nervous, but gaining confidence as she saw the guards eyes move back to her and soften as they danced over her body. I put my arm around her as if to shield some part of her from it but it did nothing to stop him.

He looked at her for a moment of silence and then let out a thin smile, "Ah, you must be Candace then. Jamal has been waiting for you. And you brought a...guest?" His last word dripped with a bit of poorly concealed contempt.

"Well, yeah, he's my husband," Candace said to him seeming a bit taken aback by the tone as well, "Jamal said we were both invited."

"Of course," he responded dryly. "Please come in, we're so happy to have you with us today," he said his eyes locked on Candace as he stepped out of the doorway to allow us into the shack. He closed the door behind us after we entered and stood there, his proximity in the tight space more intimidating than before. Dim orangeish yellow light lit the interior of the wooden structure with no internal walls or rooms, just a desk and computer monitor which seemed to be monitoring a security system. On the other side of the shack from the entrance was a door which I could only assume was the exit to the beach area we were trying to get to.

I waited for him to open the other door to let us pass through, but he just stood there staring at my wife with the occassional glance to size me up. Finally he broke the silence, "You do understand the policies of the private beach? Jamal explained them to you?"

I looked at Candace and she looked back at me dumbly. Finally she answered, "What do you mean?"

He chuckled looking down a moment, then back into each of our eyes, "This isn't a clothing optional beach. It's a no clothing allowed beach! Everything you need will be provided for you."

Candace's jaw dropped as did mine. We'd never have considered coming to such a beach before. Even after seeing my wife basically naked on the beach last night I thought for sure she'd balk at this lude proposal and in her eyes initially I saw that she was. To my suprise her disgust suddenly softened and she looked at me with a slight shrug, "Well, I guess we're never really going to see these people again..."

I looked at her pleadingly, growing more and more uncomfortable with the changes my wife suddenly seemed to be going through over the last two days, "Honey, I think we should probably just go back to the main resort beach..."

The large guard interrupted, "It's a much more lavish facility than the main resort." Then he looked at Candace, "He doesn't have to go with you. If you want to go alone you're welcome to."

Candace gently touched my arm and looked at me in the low light, "Honey, you're always wanting to try new things. Let's just give it a shot okay? If its nicer facilities and service then is not wearing the tiny amount of fabric we're typically wearing on the beach really matter?"

I looked into her blue eyes and couldn't argue. Going to a nude beach with her had always been something I thought would be an incredible turn on, but something I'd written off as an impossibility with my conservative wife. Everything that had happened last night had me on edge. The thought of laying next to her in the open sea breeze with nothing on but what god had given us remained an incredibly arousing idea.

Candace took my stunned silence and obvious thinking as acceptance of the idea and turned back to the guard, brushing back one side of her long blonde hair behind her ear, "So...do you have like a changing room or something?"

The guard smiled, "You're in it."

Candace let out a sigh and a nervous smile, "Oh...we're supposed to just...undress? here? with you?"

The guard continued leering at my wife, "Yes, just give me all of your things and I'll be sure they're placed into a safe locker for you to retrieve later." He punctuated the statement with a slight lick of his lips as if waiting for a show from my wife.

My wife looked at me with a funloving, but nervous smile, "Well...I guess this is it...you go first."

I exhaled exasperated, "Honey, I just don't know about this..."

The guard interrupted, "Here I'll make it easy for you," and dropped his board shorts around his ankles stepping out of them. Between his muscular legs hung a limp uncut cock that dangled past his balls as seemed to be almost halfway to his knees, "See its not so hard. Now please..." he said making an inviting sweep of his arm.

"Oh my," Candace said stifling a slight laugh of delight as she saw the naked man now standing in this cramped room with us.

For me this even didn't help my desire to pull down my own pants. His cock was enormous next to anyone's, let alone mine. I continued hesitating finally taking off my shirt and feeling inadequate in my trim but unimpressive pale upper body next to his dark and chiseled one.

"Fine honey, I'll go," Candace said with a sigh and reached up under her hair and pulled the string of the bikini that was behind her neck. Suddenly the strings holding up the small pink triangle slackened and began to slide down her collar bones as the triangles peeled forward off of her round mounds of feminine flesh. As they slid forward her nipples were exposed, silhouetted in the poor lighting. While the circumference of her areola was not exceedingly large, the nipples themselves were and they stood at attention now as Candace reached behind her back to release the backstrap. The entire top slid off as she clutched one string and held it out to the guard.

I could see her firm breasts trembling nervously as he reached out for the top and took it, and I didn't care for the way he said, "Thank you." She looked at me, saying with a slight tremble in her voice, "Your turn baby."

I swallowed hard and let out a deep sigh. I untied the tie around my board shorts and then pulled apart the velcro fly. I closed my eyes as I let them fall around my ankles and now stood there completely nude. I heard Candace let out a small giggle, "Ummm...honey..." I opened my eyes and looked down to see myself almost completely erect. Blood rushed to my cheeks, but I couldn't hide it, "Oh god, sorry! I don't know why..."

"Sir, we can't have that displayed in front of the other guests. You'll need to get control of yourself or put this on," said the guard as he reached into a nearby shelf and pulled out a hot pink Speedo pair of men's bottoms. They were little more than briefs.

Still unable to contain her smile at my predicament Candace pled with me, "Just put them on for now honey until it goes away. I want to get to the beach!"

Realizing her standing there topless wasn't going to help me lose my erection I took the Speedo and slipped it on. Somehow I felt even more ridiculous in this than I would have if I were wearing nothing at all. My erect penis stretched at the top of it pushing it away from my body.

"Now you need to finish, miss," the guard said satisfied that I was covered, "and while you do that I'll call Jamal to meet you."

Candace looked at me with a playful "I guess this is it" kind of look and hooked her thumbs underneath her skirt and panty bottoms. She lowered her arms powering them downwards and exposing her hips and soon her well trimmed pussy. I watched as my wife bent forward, her bare breasts hanging from her chest, and stepped from her bikini bottoms. She stood again, her breasts briefly bouncing and I sensed a slight tremble as she handed them to the guard who was watching her with great and discomforting interest.

As the guard watched he held a nearby phone to his ear and waited after dialing. I felt an awkward silence in the room as we three stood there nude with nothing but our wedding rings on, not talking, and Candace just gave me a nervous but excited look as if trying something exhilarating for the first time. She reached out and slipped her fingers into mine as we stood waiting.

The guard broke the silence, "Hey man. Yeah she's here. Alright. Hey, you think you could hook me up with something this time? A'ight. I'll send 'em out." He hung up the phone then walked towards the other door. I could have sworn he brushed closer to my wife than he needed to as he did so, but before I could say anything he opened the lock and sunlight flooded into the room as the door swung open. Candace and I both squinted and shielded our eyes as we stepped out into what awaited us on the other side...

To be continued

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I stepped out and stood next to my fully nude wife, shielding our eyes
from the sun and feeling odd as the open air hit our bodies. The
lavish stone walkway under our feet led out into an extravagant eating
area with full bar and lush beach and sand behind it. Palm trees
lined the walkways of the dark brown stone. A large circular fountain
gently poured water over its three stone layers in the middle of the
courtyard, surrounded by chairs and tables all well decorated with
white tablecloths, currently unlit candles, and tropical flowers. I
saw a few fully nude women sitting at the tables sipping on pina
coladas and laughing together. I tried not to stare but my eyes kept
being drawn to the insane amount of flesh on display. All of the
women were very attractive, with long hair and soft skin, their
varying sized but all full breasts fully on display. Judging by what
I could see they all appeared to be in their early to mid-thirties
much like Candace.

At a few tables I saw couples takeing and chatting with each other
casually, seeming to not care about their full nudity. I was quick to
notice that while all the women had a lot in common with my wife, none
of the men had anything in common with me. All were large, fit, black
men chatting and flirting confidently. Candace seemed to notice this
to, and I couldn't help but notice her glance at them and peak between
their legs in the same way I was fighting not to stare at the chests
of the ladies.

To the right a few hundred feet away was a cool blue saltwater
infinity pool outlined on the sides with tropical vegitation and
rock, with the seemingly endless edge wall that looked out over the
beach and ocean. An long haired brunette woman was standing at the
wall, wrapping her arms around the neck and occasionally kissing the
large black man who held her in his arms. Other people layed in
reclining chairs around the pool basking in the morning sun.

While my wife fit in with at least half of the people sparsely grouped
around the large and lavish resort area, I felt completely out of
place. There were no other white men anywhere to be seen. I saw a
few of the women glance over at us as we stepped out of the security
house and glance down at my legs seeing my very unmasculine Speedo and
glancing away with a knowing look.

The men at the tables however watched us with more curiosity and I
could see them staring at my wife. I tried not to stare back, but
felt uncomfortable with the attention her nude body was getting. It
wasn't as if I could blame them for staring at my wife's nude body. I
would have been staring at it too if I wasn't so uncomfortable with
what was going on.

Despite the impossible to miss attention she was getting she seemed
more comfortable with the situation than I was looking at the
exquisite and ostentatious resort we now found ourselves in. While
the resort we'd been staying in was nice, this one was five star all
the way.

"Candace, you made it girl!" we heard booming out in a deep baritone.
We turned our heads to see Jamal walking towards us. I could see
Candace's eyes light up slightly as she saw him, and only a spark of
embarrassment at her nudity which I thought was going to cause her to
cover herself, but it seemed to quickly subside and she smiled and
greeted him back. Her eyes had to have darted as mine did to the
enormous flaccid penis dangling between his sculpted legs as he walked
towards us.

I could only stare aghast as Jamal, fully nude himself, walked up to
my fully nude wife and embraced her. Candace returned the embrace as
her bare breasts were squeezed against his chiseled frame. My mind
flashed to the inflamed silhouettes I'd watched grinding together on
the beach the night before and a shudder of terror and arousal ran
through me.

Jamal released my wife and turned to me and shook my hand with a
friendly, but much less cheerful greeting. He glanced down at the
small swimsuit that still contained my erect penis, and let out a
slight smirk, "Don't worry about that man, most guys struggle a bit
their first time here." Candace gave me a slightly pitying smile as
he said it and the comment didn't feel as encouraging as I had hoped
they'd be.

There were a few moments of awkward small talk as Jamal's eyes danced
over Candace's body and I would have sworn my wife's eyes were dancing
over his. Finally Jamal broke the conversation by saying, "So
Troy-Mon, why don't we take you over to the VIP lounge area and show
you the added facilities available to you."

"Oh wow, VIP lounge!" Candace said with a playful note of being
impressed in her voice.

"Uhhh, okay," I agreed feeling I had no other response available to me.

We headed down the stone pathway perpendicular to the beach and
approached a large yellow canopied area with walls made of the same
canopy material. As we walked into the room the walls appeared to
glow with a dull yellow from the sunlight outside, but no view of the
beach or ocean could be seen. The area was cool and comfortable and I
saw an unmanned open bar along one wall area and couches and tables
brownietered throughout. LCD TVs were all over the place mounted high
for easy viewing, and a large single Projector Screen was in the front
of the room. At this time it showed a view of what appeared to be the
resort's sand volleyball court. Two small teams mixed with fully nude
and attractive white women and black men with builds similar to
Jamal's seemed to be playfully enjoying a game.

While the decor and layout could have been any nice beach resort
sports club in the world, one thing immediately stood out to me as I
looked around at the patrons. Unlike the rest of the people I'd seen
upon entering this private resort they were all white males in their
late 30's to early 40's. They, like me, were all undressed and were
milling about with their takes watching TVs or talking in small
groups.

"Wow, this is a nice area," Candace said as she looked around from the
doorway next to Jamal. I noticed many of the men milling about
glancing over to view my wife's slender nude body and exposed tits as
she entered the room, but their eyes quickly diverted. If Candace
noticed she didn't seem to care.

"Yeah it's a great place to relax and enjoy the day," Jamal said, "I
think you'll enjoy it here Troy. I tell you what, why don't you go
ahead and get a take and chill in here while I show Candace around?"

"Uhhh, no its cool," I quickly responded, not wanting to be separated
from my currently very vulnerably exposed wife, "I'll just go with you
guys and we can all come back here later."

Jamal smirked slightly, and let out a knowing soft chuckle, "Ahhh, yah
mon, but this is the place set aside special for the resorts male
visitors. It'd be rude not to accept the staff's hospitality as soon
as you get here. I'm afraid its not really optional my friend. I
mean if its too much of a problem to accept our hospitality you and
Candace can head back to your resort, but its up to you."

Candace put her arm on mine gently at this possibility of us leaving,
"Oh, come on honey its great. Why don't you just hang out for a
little bit, Jamal will show me around to where the women's VIP area,
and we'll come right back and I'll tell you all about the other things
there are to do. This should be a great place for you to wait and
meet some people, don't you think?"

I noticed one of the other men who were in the VIP area had walked
over towards us. I glanced over to him and saw him oggling my wife
quickly then glancing a bit nervously at Jamal before looking away at
me. He was a white male like me in his mid thirties with dark hair
and like Jamal wore nothing to cover himself. The difference was that
the small penis he had hanging between his legs looked a bit
ridiculous next to what Jamal had between his, and his physique, while
not slovenly, matched my own poorly maintained athletic build.

"Hi I'm Neil," he offered as he extended his hand towards me, "If you
want I can show you around while your wife is away."

I looked at him a little incredulously, but almost instinctively shook
his outstretched hand. "Troy," was all I could offer in return as
Candace and Jamal looked on.

"See you've got some guys to hang out with already," Jamal offered
happily, "We'll get going and see you in a bit Troy!"

Jamal placed his hand on the bare small of my wife's lower back and
gently turned her towards the door. I watched her small little ass
turn with his big black hand resting just above it. She looked back
at me with a reassuring smile.

"Honey, wait..." I called after her.

"It's okay, have fun!" she encouragingly whispered over her shoulder
as she disappeared with Jamal through the door.

To be continued...

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