A couple of days ago my wife with my encouragement, was the center of a sexual interaction with a few of my male friends at our house, and now it was beginning to settle in. Samantha was enthralled with the escapade, and we talked about her desire to experience the erotic abandonment again. Our concerns had to do with the familiarity of the participants, and her fear of being consumed by it. Talking about how we both enjoyed it, we agreed we needed to get away, clear our heads, and create some "Exclusivity" time.
Sam had no business trips scheduled and so I decided to take a break in mine. I tasked my secretary to pick someplace that would give a variety of options. We accepted her recommendation for Jamaica, which had gambling and an exotic atmosphere of excitement.
Wearing white shorts and a halter top my wife attracted attention like she was fly paper when we landed and walked through the airport. With her leggy legs, bubble butt, and 34 nubile D's bounce behind the thin material, I expected she'd be getting those second and third looks, even from women. I'm a lucky guy to have such a beautiful, adventurous women as my partner. Once we retrieved our luggage we took a cab directly to the resort.
When we checked in it was more of the same, except I took the time to fantasize about her being ravaged by the strangers who were looking her over. Obviously it brought back vivid memories of the escapade that took place at our house a few days before. Her taking and draining each of my friends, was a visual I continued to play over and over in my mind. I knew I had to refocus and get up to our room.
Samantha tipped the porter flirtatiously while I watched. Whispering a casual invitation for him to return when I wasn't around, caused her victim to glance over to notice a grin of disbelief on my face. She loves to tease and elicit a reaction. He was so stunned he didn't react, just turned and exited shaking his head. Exhausted, we decided to close our eyes for a time before beginning our adventure.
When I awoke, Samantha had left to start our vacation without me. I showered, then went to the lounge figuring we'd catch up later. About an hour passed and I had a text informing me she had gone to the spa, and had to give me the details. OK, who did she stir up there? I got a little defensive, and didn't feel like following her around like a puppy, so I suggested she meet me in the lounge. She agreed.
Standing in the entrance to the lounge in a sheer off the shoulder sun dress, the light behind her outlined her svelte body under it. Scanning the area she finally spotted me, while I observed the attention she was attracting from the patrons who were there. The natural sway of her body was captivating. She was mine.
Excited to tell me about her adventure in the spa, she first slurped down half the daiquiri I had waiting for her, then went on the to describe the Black Adonis masseuse and how he plied every inch of her flesh. and how she encouraged him to "Go deeper". She apologized for the exorbitant tip she gave him, but acknowledged the relaxation from the climax he produced was well worth it. Shaking my head as I often do from her antics, I laughed loud enough to draw attention.
Deciding to split up again I decided going to the spa, hopefully to get the same type of service from a female masseuse, while she was going create havoc at the pool area. I agreed to text her when I was done in order to meet up.
After my relaxing but no frills massage and no response from my text, I went to scan the water activity area. My search soon bore results when I saw a cabana's flaps flapping from the sea breeze, and my wife laying on her belly with company of course. My "Flypaper" analogy is overly simple but accurate about my wife's ability to attract unsuspecting suitors.
Hanging back to observe, I noticed the attention she craves occurring in the form of oil being applied to her silky skin by a new found friend. Less than a minute had passed when I observed a well defined female approaching the cabana in a huff.
Whatever she shouted caused my wife's new found friend to jump up with a pure expression of fright. I laughed to myself thinking that this must be what someone looks like when they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar. As I approached, Samantha turned on her side leaving the unsecured towel laying on the lounge, to observe the ensuing heated berating being issued.
Finally reaching them I interjected a banal excuse about my wife's sensitive skin, and thanked the gentleman for attending to her. This seemed to take the lady aback, as her assault on her man subsided. With a relieved look he coolly thanked me, then departed with his hand tentatively resting on the ladies hip. Sam and I waited until they were our of earshot, before enjoying a boisterous laugh.
Bending over to give her a kiss, she put her hands on my chest and stood me up straight. Sliding her fingers behind my waist band she pulled it low enough to extract my flaccid manhood. Swallowing me whole, she brought me to life in the confines of her warm mouth. Mumbling how she wanted to do this for hours, I wasn't about to stop her.
Nervously I looked around, noticing the attention she was garnering through the occasionally opening flaps. With my attention returning to my cock being sucked in and out of her mouth, her lips capturing the head, and the tip of her tongue circling it then traveling down the sensitive underside, I fought cumming over her face.
She continued testing my control, looking up at me with her a devilish expression. Before imprisoning my cock again, she asked if I wanted to cum in her mouth or down her throat? I bellowed her mouth! She advised that we had an audience, and she was going to let it drool out. Her reply caused me to lose it. Quickly I pushed my prick past her lips and began spurting gobs of cum into her mouth.
Looking down I confirmed the ample volume of cum oozing out of her mouth, over her chin and neck, then over her naked chest. The carnal sounds emanating from the audience, confirmed their approval. I dropped to my knees and leaned back, physically drained. Bending over me, she lowered her face to my genitals to slurp me clean.
Through squinted eyes I watched her lift her head and gaze at her audience. Licking the cum off her lips and fingers, she posed like a conqueror who had vanquished another victim. She acted like a total slut. My slut.
Getting up, I secured the flaps of our cabana closed. We held each other for quite some time, before we ran into the warm blue waters to refresh ourselves before returning to our room.
After dinner we went to the Jacuzzi, then back to the room to sleep off a full day. Amazingly We survived our first day, with each of us having orgasm-ed.
Woken by the rising sun early in the morning, I reached over to discovered only a pile of pillows, but no Samantha. In a daze I wandered the suite to discover she had abandoned me again. After showering I ordered breakfast, then went to the balcony to enjoy the tropical breathtaking view. Naked when the I heard a knock on the door, I wrapped myself in a bulky hotel towel and answered it. I was taken aback by the beauty of the lovely waif who was delivering my breakfast.
I felt compelled to compliment her on her exotic facial features, gray eyes, and flawless light brown skin. She seemed to well up from embarrassment, which I instantly apologized for creating. Attempting to keep her as long as possible, I began to banter about the island, where I discovered her name was Katrina. Of course I had to mention the hurricane, but she informed me that it hit New Orleans and not Jamaica. It didn't matter that I felt the fool, since my purpose was to stall her departure.
During this time I felt it was obvious that I couldn't take my eyes off her body wrapped in a short sarong skirt, and a bodice top knotted in front that enhanced the fullness of her breasts. Imagining the size and color of her areola, I thought she was just innocently waiting for a tip while she stood there with her eyes lowered.
Suddenly she looked up at me wide eyed and asked, "Do you like?" I was taken aback considering my interpretation of her initial shyness, and wasn't sure how to reply. Fumbling with the knot on her top, she again asked, "Do you like?" All I could do was stare at her fingers untying the knot and anticipating the mounds they were shielded from my eyes. Freed, she held it to her bodice loosely. I felt like a schoolboy taken by surprise by a seductive girl, and didn't know what to do next.
Attempting to clear my head and evaluate the reality of the situation, I thought I'd buy time by declaring that there must be some kind of a misunderstanding.
Her directness erased any vagueness about my question. Asking if I was interested in her giving me pleasure? That instantly clarified her intentions as I scanned her body again, and dismissed my naivete'. "How much do you charge," I asked? Her simple reply was that I pay according to the pleasure I received.. My cock instantly pushed my towel away from my body.
Turning I sat at the table and uncovered my breakfast, then suggested she demonstrate what I might expect. I wanted to make sure I was absolutely clear about the service whe was offering. Covering her breasts with her forearm, she positioned her top behind her neck allowing the ends to fall over her full breasts. She began to sway her body to an in-audible beat that was playing her head. I nonchalantly proceeded to nibble at my breakfast, while my attention remained focused on the entertainment.
Enjoying her seductive moves and teasing sway of the material barely covering her breasts, my loins began to max out and began to ache. As I continued eating, she slowly started pulling one end of her top, allowing it to rise and fall over the opposite breast. Covering her nipple with two fingers, she revealed the burgundy color of her exposed areola. She was a temptress creating a seductive moment in time, and getting the reaction from me she desired. The tenting of my towel confirmed my enjoyment of her performance.
Finishing my coffee while she continued to move her lithe body, I rolled my chair away from the table, leaned back, and parted my legs. I felt I had given her an obvious signal about what I was expecting. Her hips sashayed sensually as she moved toward me.
Before spreading her legs to straddle me, she opened my towel. Looking pleased by the reaction of my prick, which had sprung up and twitched against my navel, she took my hands and placed them on her full firm breasts. While I was kneading her breasts, toying with her nipples, and sucking on them, she slid her wet slit over my throbbing cock under her sarong. I kept fighting not to cum, hoping I could accomplish that feat in one of her available orifices.
Standing she stepped back, reached out to use her thumb to distribute the sticky pre-cum adhering to the slit on my prick, then casually asked if I'd like her to continue? I laughed inside, at her exquisite marketing timing for closing a sale.
Startled by the sound of the door opening, I peered around my Server to observe my wife standing stoic with her arms crossed. Katrina scampered to the wall with her arm covering her breasts. Nonchalantly I introduced Sam to her!
Sam came to me, gave me a passionate tongue kiss, then asked where she should sit to become the cuckold for a change. I loved the freedom in our relationship as I gestured to the love chair off to the side. She sat in her string bikini with her svelte legs crossed. Impatiently she queried Katrina if she was going to continue her work? The waif timidly moved away from the wall toward me, while her eyes were fixated on my wife.
When she was close enough, I reached out and untied her sarong allowing it to fall to the floor. Now both of us were totally naked, as I guided her to straddle me again. I didn't want her to feel intimidated with my wife present, and I think I accomplished that. With a quick glance toward my Samantha, she wrapped her fingers around my now not fully hardened cock, and glided it across her juiced slit.
Placing my hands on her firm ass, I guided her pussy over my manhood. I adjusted the position of my throbbing cock so the slit of her lubricated vagina would glide over it's underside. The feeling was ecstatic as she moved along the length of my shaft without me entering her. Samantha leaned forward and seemed to enjoy what she was observing. I felt like this cunt's lips were actually imprisoning the stretched skin around my prick. It was an amazing sensation that surged through my body, causing me to shudder.
Occasionally as she rode my cock, the head would pop into her hole. I'd adjust my angle to avoid entering her and prolong the unique sensation. Finally I allowed the head to pop behind tight opening. As soon as I entered, she raised and lowered her body taking me deeper inside. Her pace increased, creating wild gyrations of her body until she buried all of me inside. Climaxing her body trembled as a continuous sound of a banshee escaped her. It pleases me to satisfy a women to the point where she reacts like an primal animal.
Sam was fondling her breasts and fingering herself, when her voice quivered instructions for the waif to suck me off. There was going to be no objection from me, since I already experienced her tight cunt, and now wanted to feel the warmth of her mouth on my cock. She got up, dropped to her knees, then instantly took half my shaft into her mouth.
Her tongue action and quick sucking made my legs shudder. Sensing I was about to cum, Sam ordered her to make me cum over her face. Extracting my throbbing shaft she opened her mouth slightly, just before spurts of cum began shooting out of me. Sam was already in the throws of multiple orgasmic explosions.
The first load had some quantity, but the following were weak. The frustration I had achieved was relieved, and later I jokingly blamed my wife for draining me completely the night before which limited the volume.
After my waif cleaned up and dressed, I gave her $200 for her services. I wanted to give her more, but I didn't want upset what I considered the market to be. Also I might enjoy incorporating her services at a later date. She seemed pleased as she scampered out of the room. I wondered who she would distribute her earnings with.
During the day we spent time at the beach and pool bar, taking it easy so we'd be fresh for our first night exploring the town.
When we entered the lobby to pick one of the three restaurants for dinner, we soon felt uncomfortable with the stares we were getting. Thinking it was due to our new notoriety, which was the result of our escapade on the beach, we decided to get room service before beginning our adventure in town.
All I can say is Sam left no doubt she was on the hunt! Wearing a black silky slip styled dress with spaghetti straps, she looked slutty. Instantly I felt intimidated, wondering how much trouble she was going to create during our first adventurous night. I joked about hiring a body guard, but added I'd probably need an army. She smiled, cooed, ran a finger under my chin, then challenged me to follow her. I walked a few feet behind enjoying the natural sway of her hips. Was she pushing the envelope too far on this sexually charged island? I'd know by the end of the evening.
Our female cabdriver was taken aback when my wife told her we wanted to go to the Voyeurs Club. Explaining that it's primary venue was live sex shows, Samantha had a devilish grin as she replied with a flippant "Ah, ha". The cabby cautioned us not to venture off the club grounds, since the neighborhood was seedy and dangerous. With a glint of excitement in her eyes, she pointed out that the shows were very erotic and well done. Sam's eyes widened with excitement as we pulled up to the Club. I was apprehensive observing the dark dirt alley we had to go down to the main entrance. It didn't seem very appealing, but it did instantly create a foreboding atmosphere.
After paying we were led down a narrow hall with windows that displayed an assortment of women. They were defined as hostesses and were available for performances in the private suites. I was surprised at the international assortment, and ages of the performers, both male and female. It piqued both our interests, but wasn't an option we were aware of. We noted it, and decided we might partake later.
Directed up a flight of stairs, we entered the top row of a theater in the round. Well actually half a round. Scanning the set up, the stage below had a circular platform covered in black shimmering sheets, surrounded with an assortment of apparatuses around the back wall, which seemed to denote a distinct S & M theme. The audience area had theater seats on both sides and the back, and some tables in the center closest to the stage.
We arrived about forty five minutes before show time, and there were barely ten people there. They all seemed like tourists, and of course all the male eyes went to Samantha as we entered. We decided to sit in the seats closest to the tables and next to the stage. About a half hour before the start additional people began filtering into the theater, and servers appeared pushing mostly rum laden drinks.
A pirate dressed as a ship captain entered and slouched down in a high back chair, as a damsel with her hands tied, wearing an off the shoulder bodice laced blouse and tattered dress entered, accompanied by a scruffy pirate guard.
The Captain gestured for her Black keeper to unlace her top. Standing behind her he ran his hands over and squeezed her full breasts, than began unfastening the laces. With a wry expression after the fullness if her bodice was revealed, he slipped a hand behind the material and fondled her bare flesh. The captive swooned, as a moan escaped her parted lips. After loosening a few more loops, he pushed it to her waste exposing her mounds for the captain to observe. Forced to her knees, she was ordered to crawl to him. When she arrived between his parted legs, she unbuttoned his trousers. Looking nervously around, she extracted his meat then wrapped her lips around it's purplish head.
Sam starred at the performers head bobbing, while the thrust of the captain's hips caused more of his cock to disappear behind her lips. I placed my hand on her thigh, then proceeded to massage it. After guiding my wife's dress high enough to barely conceal her thong, I adjusted my attention to caressing her ample breasts with one hand while manipulating her clit with the other. Her muffled moans and bodies gyrations confirmed how both the show and I were exciting her.
As soon as the actress extracted the captain's cock from her mouth, spurts of cum began shooting over her face, neck, and breasts. The damsel moved her head back and forth to maximize the amount of thick sticky fluid hitting her face. With her fingers still wrapped around the captains now semi flaccid cock, she greeted it with her hungry mouth again, sucking and cleaning up the last vestiges of thick cloudy fluid. Her finale' included leaning her head backward to gargle the cum residing in her mouth, allowing it to spill over her chin. The audiences reaction left no doubt how much they enjoyed her performance.
Sam didn't try to hide her excitement, and let out a loud groan as she orgasm-ed. Leaning back with her head hanging over the back of the seat, I pulled and rolled her nipples and pressed against her damp thong to extend her climax as long as possible.
Caught up in the moment, I hadn't noticed members of the audience migrating to the seats behind us while her body writhed seductively from my manipulations. With her head extended back, the view of her mounds were quite enticing and accessible. Still not aware of her audience, I continued to concentrate on the stage, and didn't react when I felt her body jerk.
When she groaned I glanced toward her, but didn't know how to respond to a large Black hand plying her breast. While his mouth nibbled her ear, on the other side her neck was being nuzzled by an elderly guy who was caressing her other breast over the bodice of her dress. I stared at them sternly, but I was paralyzed to react since Sam was obviously enjoying the attention.
Assuming the role of a cuckold, I leaned back on the arm of my chair and watched my wife react to the strangers exciting her. With her not protesting the grouping, a short man, I'd almost consider him a midget, pushed the old guy aside. With his his surprisingly large cock in his hand, he turned her head toward it then rubbed it's glistening slit over her slightly parted lips. I didn't know how to react when she opened her eyes, observed the short man, grinned, then sucked the head of his cock behind her lips. Smiling she released him when she jerked her head back, then removed the hand of the big Black guy from her breast. Staring at me, she brought her lips to mine, where I refused to accept her tongue. We laughed then turned our attention back to the stage.
With the opening skit having vacated the stage a masked MC entered, and instantly noticed the distraction my wife and cadre of new friends were creating. Gesturing off stage, he summoned the Onyx Jamaican actor and another toned six footer. Nodding in our direction, they approached us. Nonchalantly removing Sam's other admirers hands from her body, they waited until my dazed wife notice them. Accepting their extended hands she stood, then adjusted her disheveled dress as she was led to the MC on stage.
Greeted with a broad lascivious grin, he thanked her for adding an extemporaneous element to the show. Samantha was obviously confused being center stage, and wasn't focused enough to understand what the MC really meant. At the same time I was totally transitioning to my cuckold voyeuristic mode.
Positioned between the two actors, one placed his hands on her waist and guided her body gently against his. She meekly smiled, then looked around like a deer in headlights toward the audience. Locating me she gave me a quizzical look.
It seemed the actor's soothing bantering as he caressed her back and shoulders, was causing her to relax enough to avoid any protest. They knew what they were doing by creating an atmosphere that would advance the potential seduction of my lady. Next the Jamaican from behind, placed his hand on her firm tummy to gently turn her to face him. Putting his index finger under her chin, he gave her a gentle kiss.
There was no doubt they were producing a scenario where they were going to pass her between them to compete for her attention, while keeping her confused and amused. The strategy was interesting, and working as she was being caressed and fondled by one, just to be taken back by the other. The excitement was being expressed by the audience in the form of mumbling, groans and sighs, with some unsheathed cocks becoming visible.
As Sam became more compliant and enthralled with the attention, it became more passionate to include fondling and kissing the areas of her breasts that were exposed. Her responses became more animated, as their attention increased. When the masked MC approached, the actors released Sam to move a few feet away. Confused concerning the pause in the attention she was enjoying, the MC said something to her. She glanced in my direction then back to him. "Tell him." The MC demanded. She said something inaudibly in my direction. Prodding her to repeat her pronouncement, it still couldn't be heard. Again he bellowed. This time make him hear you clearly. "I WANT THEM TO HAVE ME!" Taken by surprise by the unexpected request, I didn't respond. The Actors came to her again, to continue the seduction of my willing wife.
With her body responding in an instant, the fragile straps of her silky dress were slipped off her shoulders, which caused it to lower enough exposing additional areas of her fleshy mounds to avail themselves of. She was playing into their hands. Literally! I was rubbing the bulge in my pants while observing my wife being manipulated and seduced.
Behind the round platform bed two females were caressing each other before separating my wife from the men. Guiding her to the edge of the bed as the kissing and fondling continued, they sat down on the bed leaving her standing. The audience was entranced, as they witnessed the carefully orchestrated seduction.
Gesturing for her to demonstrate her flirtatious side, she began swaying her hips as she ran her hands over her body, to the cadence of native drums. Shortly the lights began to dim and flicker. I surmised it was part of the show, or Sam creating power outage? As it continued, the waifs positioned her between them on the bed. The room went dark!
I still wasn't sure if this wasn't part of the act, until some staff entered with flashlights. Lowering three chandeliers manually, they proceeded to light it's candles. I suspected this was a fairly common occurrence, since they reacted like a ground crew at a ball game. As the candles began illuminating the area, my attention was drawn to the three women entwined on the bed.
Samantha's legs were splayed off the edge with a waif's head positioned between them, licking and sucking her thighs before moving higher. The other had straddled my wife's face. With Sam's back arched, she was feasting on the waif's juices. The stage area became brighter as the chandeliers were raised. Lanterns were positioned on the stage and on stanchions in the audience area. They were prepared.
With the three women exciting each other, two men gruffly yanked the waifs away from my wife, leaving her writhing alone on the bed. Grabbing her hands one of them pulled her up, while the other went behind. Since the one standing had her hands, he placed them on his chest. Stunned she remained motionless, until his taught body caught her attention. Her hands cautiously explored his chest and sculptured abs, before she curled her fingers behind the waistband of his shorts.
Almost instinctively adjusting the position of her neck to assist the fastening of the choke collar being positioned by the Jamaican standing behind her. There was no doubt of her willingness to participate.
Rising to her feet, her hand was now exploring the equipment of the stud in front of her while she was sandwiched between the both of them. The one behind was demonstratively pressing his hips against her ass and grinding. Sam went to her knees, then pressed her face against the bulge behind the thin suede material. Raising her eyes with a devilish expression, her motive was clear. He grabbed a handful of her hair, to demonstrate that he was in control, then forced her face back and forth against his cock. "Expose me Wench!" Her expression changed from devilish to submissive as she extracted his cock with only her mouth, then sucked it between her lips.
The Jamaican behind slid his legs under her spread thighs, made contact with the wet lips of her swollen vulva with his veined cock, then waited a second before she lower herself enough to glide her glistening cunt back and forth over his hardened shaft. They couldn't have chosen a more sexual subject to perform with them.
Impregnating two of my wife's orifices, they switched positions and continued until they shot their loads. The lights began to flicker again, as the men exited the stage leaving Samantha dripping cum from her mouth and cunt. I groaned as a glop of cum covered the head of my cock.
Two waifs entered the stage, and began cleaning Samantha up. While they were attending to her, the MC entered. Asking the audience if they were pleased with the amateur's performance, a raucous cacophony of applause and verbal accolades permeated the theater. Inviting me to join him on the stage, he praised Sam's "Exceptional" performance and demeanor. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her firm ass then had one of the waif's escort her off. Directing us to a posh room, Sam dressed then we went to a waiting limo.
Back at the hotel Sam was totally exhausted, while I was reviewing the days events in my mind. She dropped on the bed and I landed on the couch, as we both passed out for the rest of our first days night.
END DAY ONE. To be continued.
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