The Big Idea |

Over the next couple of months, I suspect that Frank made a number of visits to my house while I was at my Sunday golf game. Jane never mentions these visits, perhaps out of concern for my feelings, although there were telltale signs; especially in our laundry hamper.

She did not initiate another threesome. I think she was enamored of the newness of their couplings. On a few weekday evenings she went to be with him. She was usually home before midnight due to work in the morning. I was always waiting and horny, wanting to reclaim her.

The first time she pushed me down and kneeled over my face to suck my cock, I was so excited that I blew my load into her mouth while licking her cumfilled pussy. I think she was glad that I lost interest in her after; she was worn out by him.

That having been said, I was not deprived of ; we played and fucked at least once or twice per week. She never refused my advances and was ever loving and tender with me. I have mostly gotten over my jealousy and insecurity when she needs him.

Once she told me that Frank wanted her to stay overnight. I asked her not to do that. I didn’t want people to see her coming out of his house on a weekday morning. Besides, I was being very accomodating letting him fuck her in our marital bed; enough is enough.

She acquiesced but let me know that Frank was not happy about it. Then one night she crawled into bed with me and immediately reached for my junk. As she  stroked it she asked, “Honey, are you happy with things? Am I taking good care of you?” My antennae went up immediately. Uh oh, I’ve been waiting for the next phase.

I mumbled something that she took as affirmative. “Since you won’t let me spend the night at Frank’s place, we have another idea.” Stroke, stroke, kiss, kiss. “Frank wants to take a vacation in Jamaica. He wants us to go for a week and I would love to. I have always wanted to go to the Caribbean.

“That way we get some together time and no one we know sees us. I will be back before you know it.” When my little head gets hard, my big head tends to get soft. By the third time she had edged me I gave in. She kissed me with her cumcovered lips and ran to call Frank with the news.

So, on a chilly, rainy day in February day I delivered them to the airport. Frank shook my hand and Jane kissed my cheek before they disappeared into the bowels of our local airport. “Text me when you arrive,” I called as they entered. Her hand went up in a wave as the door closed.

She did as asked around dinner time after they landed the first night. After that the texts came midday while I was at work or not at all. Mostly they seemed to be hanging around on a nude beach and drinking with the locals. She texted that her tan was coming along, no suit lines and that Jamaica was full of hung black men entertaining white women and sometimes their husbands.

She said that they had decided that she should shave her pussy. “You’re going to love it. You will have to keep it smooth for me. Won’t that be fun?”

I got her text with their flight schedule so I could pick them up. When we dropped Frank off at his house, he seemed less than cordial, and a bit abrupt with Jane when she kissed him goodbye. I wondered if the blush was wearing off the rose.

Jane said, “A whole week  is a lot of togetherness for Frank. He’ll get over it.” I was heartened by her attitude. She snuggled up to me and kissed me like a lover and asked me if I had missed her. “Have you been saving yourself for me?”

I nodded, though I had masturbated a few times. “Wait until I get you home, I’m going to rock your world. But first I want one of your famous mustache rides.” I do not have a mustache; maybe I should grow one.

“So tell me about Jamaica. What was the resort like?”

“There is a lot to tell, but I’ll give you the beginnings. The resort is on a long, beautiful, clothing optional beach. They have beachside duplex cabanas and we were assigned one. After stowing our things we went for a walk on the sand.

“John, you wouldn’t believe how liberating it is to walk around naked feeling the breezes kiss parts of your body that are normally covered. You will have to come with us next time. Initially I was a little intimidated but I soon got over it.

“As we strolled we encountered many Jamaican men either alone or with a white woman. They were all much darker than Frank, and some much bigger, if you know what I mean.” I could feel my cock growing in her hand. “The lone ones tried to chat us up but Frank kept walking.

“When we got back to the cabana, we met the couple who rented the other half of it. Tom and Julie were on their second vacay there. They invited us to dine with them in the restaurant that night.

“They were good company and we enjoyed dinner with them. When we were having a drink at our table after, a tall dark man entered the lounge and ordered a drink at the bar. He turned and raised his glass to us, returned by Tom.

“Then Julie got up, excused herself and approached him. They talked for a few moments then he took her hand and they walked away. Frank raised his eyebrows at Tom who said, ‘That’s her bull; they are going to have .’

“He explained they would either go out on the dunes and fuck, or they might go to his house where his wife and her brother, and maybe a friend might join in. He informed us that the local bulls are not supposed to be in the cabanas, but she sometimes sneaks him in. We might hear some activities later; the walls are thin.”

“What does he do while she is out getting her fix?” I asked. I was fully hard by now.

“That’s the interesting part, he enjoys sitting for hours imagining what she’s doing. He says that is because he is in a cock cage which keeps him from masturbating and cumming. The endorphin rush can go on for hours he says.

“When she gets back and releases him he is loaded for bear and has a hair trigger. And sometimes he gets to clean her up. I wonder if we should look into that idea for you.” She chuckled and squeezed me harder. “Are you ready for more or more ?”

“How about both?” We didn’t get around to more stories that night, but I licked her to another orgasm and we nodded off. I commented on her newly shaved pussy which by then had a stubble needing redoing.

It was a wonderful week for me. Frank apparently didn’t call her so I had her all to myself. I became an expert at shaving her, leaving a short landing strip above her clit.

Her dark, uniform tan kept me aroused almost constantly; we fucked daily, and she came for me often. Thank you Frank. Each night she related another tidbit from Jamaica.

“Our unit had cooking facilities, so the next morning Frank wanted to shop for food. Julie offered to go with him to show him around town. I put my chaise out on the sand to sunbathe.

“After a while a couple came along the beach. As they approached I recognized the man who came for Julie last night. He was nude and the woman with him wore a caftan or mumu thing. He introduced her as his wife and they asked for Julie.

“I told them she was shopping with Frank. Up close, I realized they both are quite goodlooking and younger than Julie. The wife stood over me and, in a charming Jamaican accent said, ‘Missus, you are going to burn in this strong sun. May I apply some sun lotion on you?’

“I was a little surprised but said, ‘Thank you.’ I sat forward and she started on my shoulders. Her touch was very soft and gentle. Her lilting voice started telling me that there is no work in Jamaica which is why she allows her husband to escort rich white women like Julie on the beach. I lay back on the chaise.

“Soon her hands were working on my arms, then my chest and belly. It was hypnotic listening to her soft voice and feeling her gentle hands spreading lotion on me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch and the warm ocean breeze.

“Then she was rubbing my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. I opened my eyes just as her husband kneeled down at my feet, picked one up, and started to rub lotion on it and my shin.

“I noticed that his cock had grown quite a bit, hanging nearly to his knees. She kept up massaging my nipples and murmuring about their life. When he set my foot down to take the other he moved it to the side a little. Then she started to talk about rich white women who crave with him.

‘Julie is always after his big cock or my brother’s which is the same size.’ she told me. She doesn’t like Julie or her husband. ‘He is a meek cuckold’, she said.

“Her hands kept moving lower and lower until they were on my inner thighs. Hubby put my other foot down and went to stand by my head while both of her hands reached my pussy. He watched as she squeezed my outer lips with her thumbs and fingers, opening them to my wet pink vagina.

“By now his cock was fully erect. He whispered, ‘You may touch it,’ and stood closer. At just that moment, she leaned in and licked my inner lips and bit my clit. I reflexively grabbed his cock when the spasm hit me. Nobody has ever done that to me.

“She quickly soothed my clit with her tongue, now holding my ass in her two hands, and continued to lick me. This had my pussy tingling and oozing.  I didn’t want her to stop. I stroked him aimlessly, my full attention on her tongue.

“I became concerned that he was going to try to fuck me with his huge cock which I surely could not take. So I pulled her face tight into my cunt and turned my head to take him in my mouth. His hands went to my nipples and just as he pinched them, she nipped my clit again.

“I came powerfully, gushing cum all over her face. Once I calmed, she stood up and joined her husband whose cock I had spit out when I orgasmed. She took my towel and wiped my juice from her face.”

‘Missus, does your husband like your pussy hair?’ she asked.

“I explained that Frank is not my husband but my lover and that he has asked me to shave it. ‘Missus, I am a hairdresser and I am a very skilled hair remover from pussies. I will do yours. Come,’

“She took my hand and pulled me to my feet, then she slapped her husband’s erect cock hard and said, ‘go away. She has her own black man, she doesn’t want your big black monster.’

“We went into the casita and she placed a towel on the bed, and made me lie down. After getting some tools from her shoulder bag she took her caftan off showing me her lovely brown body. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but not shaved.

“Next she soaked a washcloth in warm water and placed it on my pussy. It felt wonderful in my still aroused state. Sitting next to me, she leaned in and kissed me on my mouth.

‘You are a beautiful woman, Missus, and very wise to have two men to serve you. Where is your husband?’ For a couple of minutes, we chatted about husbands and lovers, of which she also has one, then she removed the cloth and made me raise and part my knees.

I lay there feeling the cool air on my damp pussy, kind of wishing she would bite me again. First she scissored my pubes down to stubble, making a pile of hair on the bed. Then she opened a straight razor and laid it beside me.

“She rubbed some wonderful smelling lotion on her hands and spread it all around my pussy, occasionally teasing my clit en passant as chess players say. ‘This is a local aphrodisiac. Will make you a little drowsy and make it easier for me to do you.’ Again the soft singsongie voice.

“I closed me eyes, feeling a tingling in my nether regions already, and barely felt her razor doing its magic. I kept getting more and more aroused, loving the feeling of her hands moving my body parts to access areas to shave.

“She even stuck her thumb into me to enable the blade to reach my labia. When finished, she wiped me with the warm cloth, bent, and kissed my pussy, giving me another thrill. ‘Your man will be instantly hard when he sees what I have done for him. Stay where you are.’

“I reached into my purse and gave her a hundred dollar tip, thanking her, then dropped off to sleep.”