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The ‘buckle up for landing’ announcement came out over the speakers. I took a deep breath, sighed and forced myself to stop thinking about how things were developing with Hannah. And I grimaced at the thought of having to open up to Claire about it this weekend.

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It was just after midnight and the airport was quiet, and so I soon spotted Jason’s imposing frame as I came through customs. My heart sank when I saw no signs of Claire with him. Ever the optimist, I thought maybe she’d popped to the restroom. But as Jason and I embraced, he told me the situation.

“Hope you don’t mind, buddy, but I suggested to Claire she stay at the club with my brothers. She’s had a long week and I thought she could do with letting her hair down a bit and having some fun.”

I was still disappointed not to see Claire, but I guess I understood. I knew from our nightly calls just how tough the last week had been for her. She’d told me how fulfilling it had been, but also given me vivid descriptions of the challenges of teaching forty little kids with few resources. Teaching was her passion, so she’d made the best of it as she cared passionately about the kids. That was one of the many things I loved about her, how she was such a loving and giving person.

As we drove out of the airport, Jason apologized that the hotel he and Claire were staying in was full for the weekend, so he’d only been able to book me into a nearby hotel. But he looked to me with a big grin, “Anyway, Neil, maybe the three of us could sleep in the same bed again like we did the other night.”

I loved watching them together, but had other ideas after a week apart, “Maybe, but I’ve not seen Claire for a week, and I was planning on some time just the two of us together.”

“Sure, buddy, I get it. Anyway, I think Claire’s seen enough of my ugly face this last week, I’m sure she’s more than ready for a change. Put some class back in her life.” Jason smiled, slapping me on the back.

It was only a short drive and we were soon entering a fairly seedy looking nightclub. There were maybe forty or so people out on the dance floor. The music was loud, the lighting very low and the atmosphere hot and sweaty. Pretty normal for any tropical island on a Friday night.

I soon spotted Claire. She was easy to identify in the outfit I’d seen her wearing earlier when I’d called. The moment the videocall had started earlier, I’d known she was out with Jason in a club. The mix of the dark, poorly-lit backdrop, background music and the orange and white ‘Hooters’ outfit was classic nightclub ingredients.

My first thought was how hot Claire looked in those tight orange shorts and tight, white top. The shorts seemed to accentuate the shape of her hips and waist, at the same time drawing attention to the expanse of pale flesh on her thighs. She looked as sexy as hell, and despite my tired condition, I felt my cock harden at the thought of making love to Claire in a few minutes time. Sex first, then sleep. But after the week I’d had, sleep was still high on the agenda, and only just behind having sex with my hot and beautiful wife.

Claire was dancing between two extremely tall, young guys, with Jason telling me the taller of the two was his brother, Joel, while the younger guy was Leon. Maybe dancing’s not the right word. The two guys had basically sandwiched Claire between them and were grinding their bodies up and down on Claire’s body. And there was no doubt that Claire was a very willing participant. Her arms were tight around the shoulders of the guy in front of her, and their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, even as the guy behind continued grinding himself into Claire’s ass.

Seeing Claire out on the dance floor making out with these two young black giants, my mind went back to that Saturday night when Claire had ended up in bed with Jason and his two buddies, Tyrell and Lewis. Looking at the way Claire was enjoying their attention and letting them grind on her, I had little doubt that unless Jason or I did something, things were headed in the same direction.

On another day, when I was less tired and needed Claire less, I might have been only too happy to stay and watch the fun and games. But tonight I was exhausted and just wanted to reconnect with Claire after our week apart.

I headed to the dance floor and, with Claire totally engrossed in a passionate open-mouthed kiss with Joel, I felt a bit of a chump having to tap Claire on the shoulder to get her attention. My awkwardness disappeared the moment I saw Claire’s huge smile and how happy she was to see me, as she immediately pushed her way out from between the two large men so she could jump into my arms and hug me to death.

The lips that had been locked on Joel’s mouth a moment ago were soon locked on mine, and when she broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes, I could see how excited she was to see me. She hugged me again as if she was afraid I might not be real. She then led me by the hand off to our table, and as we sat down we just looked at each other for ages. Seeing the look on her face, I was sure that she’d missed me as much as I’d missed her, and shouting over the music I asked if there was anywhere we could go to talk.

Claire struggled to make herself heard over the music and so she just kissed me, took my hand and led me towards a door that led out into the parking lot. Out there it was possible to talk, and as soon as we were outside the sweaty noisy building, Claire turned on her heels and wrapped her arms around my neck and resumed the kiss from inside.

I loved the kiss and being back so close to Claire, but there was a little voice telling me that less than five minutes ago her arms and mouth had been gifted in a near identical way to another man. And the little voice asked me whether this was more special for Claire with me or the other guy. Having been away from Claire for a whole week, my jealousy glands were on overdrive, but I did my best to push these thoughts away.

As we finally ended the kiss, Claire smiled at me in a way I’d really missed this last week. I’d enjoyed being with Hannah, but Claire was my first and true love.

“I’ve really missed you, baby,” she told me, touching my cheek with tender affection. “I’m so glad you’re here now.”

“I’m really looking forward to showing you the island, and showing you the school where I’ve been helping out.”

I was happy just to gaze at my wonderful wife and best friend, letting my smile tell her how much I loved her.

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I suddenly realized I had an urgent need for the restroom, as all those beers from the plane needed somewhere to go.

“Honey, I need the restroom, but after that let’s head back to the hotel,” I told her, with Claire’s smile signalling her agreement, as we walked back into the club.

The restroom was between the parking lot and our table, so when we got inside I kissed Claire and let her carry on, as I attended to the call of nature. Something I’d eaten on the plane hadn’t agreed with me and I was longer than I expected in the restroom. I was probably in there for no more than five or six minutes, but when I got back into the club, Claire was nowhere to be seen, and Jason’s brothers were also missing.

I started getting a bad feeling in my gut, which wasn’t helped when I rang Jason’s phone and it went straight to voicemail. I suddenly felt very helpless. I was alone in a seedy bar in a foreign country, and as Jason wasn’t answering, there was no-one else I could turn to for help. I looked back in the parking lot and also out the front, thinking maybe they were getting some air, but there was no sign of any of the three of them.

When I headed back into the club I was relieved to see Jason, who apologized as he’d been waylaid by an old friend. I told him I couldn’t find Claire, and immediately a big grin appeared on his face.

“Don’t worry, Neil, I’m pretty sure I know where she is. Those two young pussy-hound brothers of mine have been trying to sneak a piece of Claire all week. And now you’ve arrived, they probably reckon this is their last chance to get a piece. I’ll take you there in a second, but before I do, there’s something I think we need to discuss while Claire’s not around.”

Jason dragged me to a quiet corner of the club. “Neil, it’s about the school. Of course, the decision’s entirely between Claire and you, it’s none of my business. But, as a friend, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I think Claire’s planning on saying yes to the bank’s condition about her staying to oversee everything. She’s become pretty attached to the school and all the kids there these last few days. And from what she said, she thinks her school back home can spare her for a month. I just thought you should know that’s what she’s thinking at the moment, so you’re not blind-sided.”

I don’t know if it was the tiredness, or the seven day separation from Claire, or maybe even the beer – but for the first time in many months, I looked at Jason wondering if I could trust him. Wondering if he was playing some agenda or game. He’d become my good friend over these last months, and I really didn’t want to look at him in that way. But at that moment, I honestly felt a little paranoid and ganged up on.

We looked at each other for quite some time, and my expression must have given me away. “Neil, man, don’t look at me like that. I’m not the bad guy here. I’m the good guy, just trying to help a buddy out, so he doesn’t get ambushed by his wife, and can maybe do a bit of that Wall Street strategizing type stuff that you smart guys do.”

I could see Jason was a little upset at my suspicions, but at least he was trying to make a joke out of it, as he made his point.

“Sorry, buddy. I know you’re only looking out for me. It’s just these last seven days, and being away from Claire has made me a bit cranky and unbalanced.”

Jason squeezed my shoulder, “No problem, I get it, Neil. All forgotten. I just wanted you to know. Now, let’s go and find Claire.”

As he led me through a door by the side of the bar, he explained, “There’s a room here which I know they sometimes use to take girls. I’m guessing they managed to persuade Claire to go with them to the ‘meat room’, as they so charmingly call it.”

Jason and I had pretty much been on the same page about most things as our friendship grew, but the grin on his face as he described ‘the meat room’ was a million miles away from the way I was feeling. My wife wasn’t some piece of meat to be fucked by his two horny brothers. She was the woman I loved, who’d been helping the local school out, and to me, they should have shown a damned site more respect and consideration.

We disappeared into a corridor behind the bar, I had to walk carefully as there was no lighting and it was littered with beer crates and a few broken chairs. Jason pulled me to one side and gently eased a door open.

As I peered through the door I was happy that we’d found Claire, but dismayed about how far things had developed in the ten minutes since I’d left her.

Claire was laid out on top of an old wooden desk, her legs held wide apart by Leon and an even younger black guy who I’d never seen before. Joel’s huge body was between Claire’s spread thighs and his black ass was slowly pumping up and down as he finally got what he’d been after all week. Although Leon and the unknown guy were holding Claire’s legs apart, from her moans and the look of pleasure on her face, there was no doubt that she was an eager participant.

After that difficult first night with Jason, everything else had been pretty good in the last five months. Even the closeness and feelings between Jason and Claire wasn’t a problem given Claire’s reassurances to me. But at that moment I did wonder whether these last five months had bred in Claire an addiction to black cock that was now getting out of control. She’d known I wanted to go back to the hotel, and I’d only left her for ten minutes. And yet, here she was, on her back, legs in the air letting some young black guy she hardly knew do his worst.

I pushed past Jason, “Okay, the fun’s over. Sorry to be the party pooper, but Claire and I need to get back to the hotel. Sorry guys, you’ll have to find someone else to have your fun with.”

Claire had opened her eyes and was looking at me with a look of surprise, whereas the young man who still had his black dick in Claire was looking at me with a look of undisguised anger as if he was about to come over and try to kill me.

Jason took control. “Joel, Leon, you heard the man. Neil’s flown all the way down here and is dead on his feet. Help Claire to get decent, because I need to give them a lift back to the hotel.”

Joel didn’t look happy, and Leon wasn’t far behind as he’d not even had a taste of Claire, but a lifetime of listening to their elder brother led them to do as Jason told them, and they helped Claire off the desk and onto her feet.

As they did this, Joel pulled out of my wife, and as his shiny cock left Claire’s body I was stunned by his size. He seemed even bigger than his elder brother Jason, both in length and girth. Part of me wondered if that was why Claire hadn’t waited for me and had allowed Joel and his brother to take her somewhere quiet so they could have their way with her. As he saw me looking at his massive cock, Joel just leered at me, grasping it and shaking it at me in a way that showed he was still angry at having been denied his pleasure with my wife.

Joel fetched her white panties and orange shorts from the corner where they’d thrown them. Claire looked pretty shaky on her legs, not surprising given the size of the cock Joel had been giving her. Joel then knelt in front of Claire to steady her and help her put her panties and hot pants on. He helped her step into her panties and then pull them up her legs, and when they were snugly in place on her hips, Joel kissed my wife’s tummy. Claire’s orange Hooters hot pants were next, and this time he looked directly at me with a surly look as he repeated the kiss on Claire’s flat tummy.

From the way he looked at me, there was no doubt it was intended as a gesture of possessiveness and challenge. That kiss said that despite my ending of his fun, he still planned on sinking his huge cock into Claire’s tummy and shooting his seed deep into her womb before he was done.

Sensing the animosity and wanting to avoid it coming to blows, Jason intervened to lead Claire away from the three males who’d wanted her so badly and over to me. Claire gave me an embarrassed look of apology as I took her hand and we followed Jason back into the dimly lit corridor.

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In the close confines of the back seat of Jason’s car I could smell Claire’s breath, and from this and how she acted it was clear she was drunker than I’d realized. I’d had a few beers on the plane down, which hadn’t helped my mood with her, but she was much further gone than me. I was still upset with her over the way she’d left me and gone with the guys when she knew I wanted to head back to the hotel, but I felt a little less mad realizing that she was quite drunk.

When we got to the hotel, Jason dropped us off and told me to ring him tomorrow when we’d rested and he’d sort out anything we needed. By the time we’d reached my hotel room, Claire had turned from a guilty drunk into an amorous drunk, and when I came out from the bathroom she was sitting on the bed in only her heels.

“Neil, baby, are you still mad at me?” she asked in her best innocent drunk voice.

I sighed deeply and looked at her. “A little,” I answered honestly.

“I’m sorry, baby, its just been such a hard week, and the boys just got me a little drunk and managed to make me very horny.”

“Yeah, I know, I could see that.”

Claire giggled, “And when Joel put my hand on his cock and I realized he was even bigger than Jason, well I’m sorry, honey, I kind of lost control a little.”

By this point, Claire was blushing, and I couldn’t stay angry at her, although I did wonder if Jason and I had given birth to some kind of size queen, given her confessed eagerness to have a go on Joel’s over-sized cock.

I sat next to Claire, kissed her and told her, “Okay, apology accepted, you’re officially forgiven.”

Claire wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a big and boozy kiss, “Thank you, baby, you’re the best husband a girl could have,” and I felt her hand squeeze my cock as she told me how much she loved me.

She hiccupped in a very unsexy way as her hand continued to play with my hardening cock, “Umm, someone’s glad to see me. Did he enjoy the little show I put on for him earlier?” all the times stroking me up and down.

With a dramatic flourish, Claire pulled back the duvet to reveal my hard five-inches.

My wife smiled seductively as she moved down the bed, “Neil, honey, I’m going to show you just how grateful I am, with the world’s best blowjob, and then I’m going to drink you all down into my tummy.”

Damn, that sounded good, particularly in my over-tired state where the thought of not having to do the work was incredibly appealing. But after the last week, I really wanted to physically re-connect with Claire, and that meant one thing. I wanted and needed to be inside her.

“Claire, honey, that sound’s great. But right now, I want to be inside you. Why don’t you ride me, instead of blowing me?”

My wife was in a playful mood, and she smiled wickedly and immediately started removing the orange hot pants she was still wearing and her white panties. Seconds later I let out a satisfied moan as I felt Claire’s tight pussy enveloping my hard cock, and I reached out to pull per top up as she started slowly riding up and down. I rolled her nipples as she smiled down at me, a couple finally reunited at the end of a long and difficult week.

“I love you, baby,” Claire cooed down at me from her position atop my tired body.

“I love you too, honey,” I told this beautiful woman, adding, “and I’m so proud of you for the way you helped all those kids in the school.”

Claire’s smile widened and I could tell my words had really meant something to her, and she leaned down and kissed me softly, stroking my brow.

“I love you, Neil Green, and I always will,” as she took my hand and placed it back on her breast. “What we have might seem strange to others but, honey, thank you so much for everything. For letting me play with Jay, for letting me come down here, for letting me help at the school.”

As she said this, I wondered how she’d react when we had to discuss this difficult subject. But I pushed this thought to the back of my mind. I just wanted to concentrate on using my last reserves of energy to enjoy the wonderful sight of my large-breasted wife above me, as I luxuriated in the warmth and feel of her pussy.

Claire and I just smiled lovingly at each other, as she slowly rode up and down on me, and just for one night, I wanted to put our games aside and be a normal husband, forgetting about Jason and Joel and the others. Just the two of us again, like it had been before.

But as I watched Claire slowly work up and down on me, a little voice popped into my head asking how it felt for her, compared to the monster cock I’d pulled her away from earlier tonight. And as she always does, Claire saw the change in my expression and even in her drunk state wanted to know why. “What is it?”

Part of me wanted to hide the truth, but I loved her so much I never wanted to hide anything from her. “Sorry, honey, I was just wondering how it was for you, compared to a big cock like Joel’s.”

Claire gave me a tender, sympathetic look, lowered herself from her upright position and kissed me softly. “Honey, don’t worry about that, it’s you that I love.”

Claire’s words were intended to reassure, but to an insecure listener, it’s always what’s left unsaid that gnaws away. What she’d not said was how she loved the feel of me inside her, and this omission both hurt and thrilled in equal measure. As she kissed me again before resuming her upright riding, I resigned myself to the pain and pleasure of her omission and decided just to enjoy the spectacle and feel of my beautiful wife riding me and taking my seed.

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Saturday. The luxury of an unset alarm, waking when the body says it's time. Despite how tired I’d been last night, my body clock was so well tuned to early starts that I couldn’t sleep past seven o’clock. I turned and saw Claire was still soundly asleep.

It felt good to wake up next to the woman I loved once again. I’d really missed her this last week, although her absence had been made easier by Hannah’s presence. Easier in some ways, more confusing in other ways. As I looked at Claire’s beautiful face, I thought back to all the special times we’d shared. From our first date to the time we’d first made love, to when she’d said she’d marry me. And then the amazing memories as we’d brought two baby girls home from the hospital, and laughed and cried as they grew into two wonderful young women. The apples of our eye, source of so much love and pride.

And as I looked into Claire’s relaxed and resting face, I sighed deeply and part of me wondered at the wisdom of the game we’d been playing these last five months. Part of me longed for that simpler time, before the games we now shared. Sure, the games were exhilarating and exciting, but they made life so much more complicated.

Claire was no longer just my own. Part of her heart, and part of her time, and a big part of her body now belonged to another man.

And before too long, Claire would wake up and either today or the next day I’d have to explain to her about Hannah. Claire had told me often enough how in her mind Hannah and I seemed like good pals. But good pals who just happened to fuck a lot. And I knew how Claire had worried earlier about losing me to Hannah, and that she’d struggled with it. So the conversation we had to have would be hard.

Claire had been so busy with the school this last week, I’d not had a chance to talk to her about Hannah. Since January, we were growing closer, which wasn’t surprising. We saw each other once during the week, and normally once or twice at the weekends, depending on how busy Hannah was with her family and business commitments. And as the weeks went by we grew into being good friends. She’d often want to share and seek my advice about things to do with her family life or her realty business, and I enjoyed being involved and feeling useful to her.

But this last week, with Claire away in Kingston, I’d been lonely and Hannah and I had seen each other and slept together on three of the four nights. In fact, given her need to be at home to look after her son Joshua, it was more convenient for us to spend time at her place in Queens. I’d actually only slept in my own bed once this last week.

I’d loved the time we spent together. I loved the sex we had together, playing with her big boobs and when she took me all of the way into her mouth and swallowed all I had to offer. I loved making love to her, looking into her eyes as I lay on top of her body moving in and out and seeing her pleasure. I loved when she rode me or we did it doggy and I got to see those beautiful 34DD boobs of hers swinging with my thrusts or bouncing up and down. Hannah knew full that I was a confirmed breast man, and she used this to her advantage. If we were in the kitchen, she’d come up behind me and innocently push her big boobs into my back, pretending it was a natural part of whatever she was doing, knowing it would make me horny.

We’d been good friends at the start of the week. But during this last week, as we’d spent so much time together we’d grown closer still. When I finished work I looked forward to seeing her, in a way I’d previously looked forward to seeing Claire.

Only this was new and shiny and exciting. No doubt the same way that Claire felt about Jason. I loved Claire with all my heart, but I’d be lying if I denied that I was starting to fall in love with Hannah. It didn’t mean I loved Claire any less, but I couldn’t deny I was starting to have strong feelings for Hannah.

And in some ways, this was helpful because it gave me a better understanding about what Claire was feeling and also, perversely enough, more confidence in the fact that Claire could love two men at the same time. That was what I was starting to experience, and if I could do it and not love Claire any the less, then surely she could do the same with her love for Jason not harming her love for me.

But I knew explaining this to Claire was going to be hard.

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“Morning, handsome,” my wife’s sleepy voice greeted me and interrupted my thoughts about the Hannah situation.

“Morning, yourself,” as I kissed this wonderful woman. As she stretched out, she looked for all the world like a contented feline, all at peace in her world. I kissed her softly. “You slept well. The sleep of the righteous.”

She grinned, “Only because someone pulled me away last night, just as I was about to be most un-righteous!”

I wondered whether now was a good time to raise the subjects of Hannah and the school. Maybe one, but not both. I looked at Claire’s beautiful and trusting face and knew that I needed to tell her how things had been developing with Hannah, even if I knew it might hurt her. After all, she’d not hidden anything from me about Jason, and so I owed her the same honesty.

I gently stroked her hair with my fingers and looked into the eyes I was about to hurt. “Claire, honey, I need to be open with you about Hannah.”

Claire’s face Immediately showed her feelings of panic and fear, and I could see the muscles in her body tighten. She didn’t speak, her frightened eyes just waited for my next words.

“Claire, honey, it’s starting to be a bit like between you and Jason. I could never, ever leave you, just like you’d never leave me for Jason. But over these last few days, I have started to find my feelings for her changing.”

“Do you love her?” came Claire’s staccato, accusing question.

“I don’t think so”

“Neil, what do you mean, ‘you don’t think so’. You either do or you don’t,” she impatiently replied.

I paused briefly to consider my feelings for Hannah, and how I could describe them to Claire.

“Then no. No, I don’t love her. It’s not like I love you, or even the feelings you have for Jason. But my feelings for her have started to change.”

I don’t know why I added these last words. I could have left well enough alone, and just left it at ‘I don’t love her’, but there’s something in my makeup that makes me get everything out on the table, believing it’s better in the long-run.

Claire grimaced, and I could see she was working out what to say.

While Claire was thinking, I continued. “Claire, baby. For me, this changes nothing. You’re my whole life, and you always will be. Even if I have feelings for another person, that’ll never change how I feel about you, and that you and I together will always be what I want our future to be.”

Claire’s look of pain, mixed with a small flash of anger, softened a little, and she made the comforting step of reaching out to touch my cheek.

“Are you sure you’re being totally honest with me?” she asked, her expression now changed to that tender look of love that meant so much to me.

“Totally honest. This wasn’t an easy thing to say, honey. But because you’re my everything, I could never keep something like this back from you. It might sound strange, darling, but I had to tell you as soon as I knew because I love you so much. Even though I knew it would hurt you, I had to tell you. Remember, we agreed no secrets, total honesty.”

I could see Claire thinking about my words. I knew I had to wait, saying anything else was pointless. Finally, she’d reached some kind of internal decision, and she gave me a weak smile and touched my cheek softly.

“I love you, Neil. Don’t you ever dare leave me, you’d break my heart,” she said in a quiet voice, before getting a little philosophical. “I guess I know how you feel now, about me and Jason. It’s hard. So hard, but I know I can trust in our love.”

And then she hugged me, and held me close, as if not daring to let me go, in case something bad should happen.

I let her hug me like this for several minutes. And then I gently pulled her back, so that I could kiss her. “Claire, honey. You’re my woman, and you’ll always be the person at the center of my life. If I have feelings for someone else, so what, they’re as nothing compared to you.”

My next kiss started something. First more kisses, our lips telling each other how we felt. And then I saw the hunger in Claire’s eyes, her desire for me. I might not have been black, with a huge body and a massive cock. But I saw in her eyes that she wanted me because I was more than that, I was her husband and her best friend and life partner.

And as I saw that fire in her eyes, our kisses changed from expressions of tender love to impatient and urgent signs of our mutual hunger. I needed to take Claire back, and I needed her to want to be taken.

In the Caribbean heat, we’d both been sleeping naked and so Claire’s beautiful body was readily available for me, as I cupped and stroked her breast before slipping a hand between her legs. I was rewarded by my wife’s expectant moan as she pushed her legs wider to give me better access to her body.

Her smile lit up my soul and banished all my fears, as I could see how much she wanted me. Her soft lips whispered in my ear, “Take me, baby, take back what belongs to you.”

Last night I’d been too tired, and Claire had to do all of the work. Today I was refreshed and took huge pleasure in doing what a husband should, and sliding my cock as far into my wife as I could, looking into her eyes as she felt me lodge inside her vagina. A couple for twenty-four years, we knew each others’ souls. We were each others’ souls, and we enjoyed the moment. We needed no words, we knew the significance of the moment, as I took back Claire from Jason and from any other man who’d lusted after her this last week.

Our love-making was deeply emotional that morning, signifying so many things. I may not have been the sexual athlete and superstar that Jason was, but this was sex as love. Sex as the language of love between two people who had exchanged first rings, and then their very souls.

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Claire was so excited, chattering away like a young child as Jason drove us across to the school. When we’d recovered from our passionate love-making, she’d insisted on taking me to see the school. So I could meet some of the children, those in for remedial English on a Saturday, and also meet Agatha, the little old woman who struggled to keep the school afloat.

Having survived the conversation with Claire about Hannah, after Jason’s warning there was no way I was going to pick a fight with her about the school today. We could cross that particular obstacle-strewn bridge another day. We still had Sunday and Monday for that particular booby-trapped bridge.

I was determined to stick to my guns, that Claire couldn’t stay and oversee the renovation as the bank had insisted. But even so, as Claire excitedly chattered away about the school during the drive, I loved the excited and animated look on her face. I’d always loved this side of Claire, whether she was talking about our own kids or the kids she worked with at school. Simply put, this was who she was. Claire was like a triangle. One side my loving wife and best friend. One side the loving mother, and now best friend to two young women. One side loving teacher, a mix between educator, disciplinarian and sometime surrogate mum to these little souls. And I loved all of these three parts of Claire.

As we entered the school, I could immediately see how neglected the buildings were. There were holes in the roof, and several broken windows and Jason even pointed out some exposed pieces of asbestos to me. As we moved to the front of the classroom, I saw a little old lady with White hair surrounded by about a dozen children who were busy practising their reading skills.

“That’s Agatha, she’s a saint. Seventy-two-years old and still dedicated to helping these poor kids,” Claire whispered to me, trying not to disturb the lesson.

But one of the kids spotted Claire, and before we knew it, our best efforts not to disturb the class lay in ruins, as all the excited little children ran over to say hello to ‘Miss Claire’. I guess the excitement of the new penny is the same in teaching as it is in everything. Claire tried to shoo them away and help get them back to Agatha’s class, but I could tell that underneath she was delighted by the warm reception and loving smiles the kids had given her.

With the kids still gathered around Claire, suddenly our attention was drawn back to Agatha by the sound of her hacking cough. It sounded really bad, and we all went over to check she was okay. She tried to wave us away, saying it was nothing, but when Claire put her hand on Agatha’s forehead she looked horrified.

“Agatha, you shouldn’t be here. You’re burning up, you should be at home in bed, resting.”

“Nonsense, girl. I’ve taught with far worse, and the Good Lord’s not carried me off yet.”

“Agatha, don’t be silly. It’s me, Claire, not some little fresh trainee-teacher you can push around. You and I both know that you should be in bed.”

Claire then turned to Jason, “Jason, can you please drive Agatha back home and make sure she goes to bed, okay.”

Jason smiled, he’d do anything Claire wanted.

And then Claire turned to Agatha, “Now Agatha, please, go with Jason and get yourself better. I’ll carry on and teach the rest of the class. It’s only a couple of hours, so please, go home and rest.”

Agatha knew she’d met her match, two strong, loving women cut from the same cloth, and so she did as Claire told her and allowed Jason to drive her home.

For the next couple of hours, I sat quietly at the back of the classroom and enjoyed watching the woman I loved doing the work that she loved. Seeing how she cared for these kids was a wonderful thing to behold. Given my busy work schedule, it had been too many years since I’d seen Claire teach. And I’d forgotten how good she was at it, and how it energized and brought her to life.

And as I watched her, a realization dawned on me, However much I might selfishly want her back in New York, and however much I was afraid of leaving her down here in Kingston, I knew that I couldn’t drag her back home if she didn’t want to come. Assuming her school in Lake Success would give the green light as she thought, then the decision had to be Claire’s, and I had to trust her that being away from each other wouldn’t hurt our marriage. I had to trust her that being with Jason for a whole month wouldn’t take her past a tipping point, where all of her earlier assurances that she’d never leave me became a promise she couldn’t fulfil,

As the last of the kids said their goodbyes to Claire, she turned to me with a satisfied but tired look. I took her in my arms and hugged her, “I love you, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

I could see my pride and words meant a lot to her, and I knew then that my decision was the correct one and that I wanted to tell her now.

I kissed her softly and looked deep into her eyes, “Claire, baby, whatever I said earlier doesn’t matter. I’ll miss you like crazy, but If you want to stay and oversee the renovation, then I’ll support you. Seeing you here, like this, I realize how important this is to you, and how important it is to the kids. I could never take that away from you, honey. No, if you want to stay and finish this thing, you’ll have my full support, darling.”

There were tears in Claire’s eyes, “Thank you so much, darling. I know how much that cost you. I know how much you’ll miss me because I’ll miss you just the same.”

She hugged, both now crying. Both knowing how a month apart would be difficult, how we’d miss each other. But both also knowing that it was the right decision. It was who we were. Claire could no more abandon those children than I could deny Claire her need to help them.

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The music was loud, and the drinks were strong. We were in another one of Jason’s famous clubs, only this time I was the one dancing with Claire. The night we were having was very different from the one I’d planned, my plans undone by a text from Jason.

When we’d got back from the school and Claire had rested up, we’d had an early dinner and headed for a romantic walk along the beach front. We’d just been talking about what to do, with a quiet night alone with Claire, my plan, when we got a text from Jason. Apparently, his brother Joel wanted to apologize to me for his surly behavior the night before, and he was offering for all of us to have an evening at a trendy new nightclub in downtown Kingston. As I read out the text, I turned to look at Claire’s face and I could see the excitement.

Claire being Claire, she tried to hide this and said she was fine with my original plan of a quiet night for just the two of us. But her face told me what she really preferred the nightclub with Jason and his brothers. And if I’m honest, I’d not fed my addiction to watching Claire in the last week, and so the prospect of her getting down and dirty again appealed to me. I was the man who wanted to have his cake and eat it.

As I danced with Claire, I looked on with smug satisfaction as Jason and his two brothers and the young friend from the night before (Adio) enviously looked at Claire. And I understood their looks, as Claire looked absolutely stunning in the outfit that Jason had chosen for her tonight.

The dress left Claire virtually naked, as it was a nearly transparent lacy black mini-dress with a matching pair of black panties and matching six-inch platform heels. Claire’s big boobs and the rest of her body were fully on display to everyone in the club, with only the panties covering her pussy.

The dress sent a clear signal to Jason’s two brothers and their friend Adio that Claire was sexually available to them tonight, and I wondered which of her lust-filled admirers would be the first to ask me if I’d step aside and let them dance with her.

Not surprisingly, it was Joel who was the first to replace me on the dance floor. As he danced with Claire, I couldn’t help but notice the hungry way that they were looking at each other. I wasn’t at all surprised to see the way Joel was looking at Claire, as it was totally in keeping with the way he showed me how much he wanted Claire last night. But what made me shiver was the way that Claire looked back at him. I’d grown used to seeing the way that Claire looked at Jason with such raw sexual desire. But seeing her look at another man in that way sent a surge of adrenaline through me, and made me think back to last night when I’d thought that maybe Claire was becoming a size queen.

And the looks between Joel and Claire soon turned into actions, as their mouths locked together in a heated need for each other. There were plenty of couples getting pretty raunchy out there on the dance floor, but I was still taken aback when Joel put a massive black hand underneath Claire’s dress, slipped her panties to one side and inserted a finger in her pussy, As the dress was virtually transparent, I didn’t have to guess at what his finger was doing under Claire’s dress, I could see it with my own eyes.

There was no objection from Claire, as she just clung to Joel and rested her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little to give him better access.

The scene with Joel was repeated with Leon and their friend Adio, as they all took turns dancing with Claire. Claire was loving all the attention from Jason’s two brothers and their friend, but I was a bit mystified as to why Jason wasn’t also dancing with Claire.

When I asked him he just smiled at me. “You and me, Neil, we’ve got the lovely Claire whenever we want. These poor guys, this is a one time deal for them, and I’m cool to stand on the sidelines, keep my buddy company and make sure they don’t get out of line. You know what young guys can be like sometimes.”

Honestly, I was enjoying the show, but I was also glad that I had Jason to keep me company. The life of the voyeur husband could be exciting on nights like this, but it was good to have someone to guard against the loneliness that I sometimes felt.

We’d been in the club for maybe an hour and a half and Claire was still loving the dancing, kissing and the ways the boys were playing with her body. Jason turned to me. “I’m going to have a quiet word with Claire, and check she’s still okay to have all the guys come back to the hotel with us.”

I saw him saunter over to Claire and Adio as they danced, and saw the respectful way that Adio let Jason interrupt the dance. I couldn’t hear their words over the loud music, but I saw the way that Claire smiled and this told me the answer she’d given Jason. Always a stickler for time, I looked at the calendar on my watch and realized it was exactly three months to the day since Claire had played with Jason and his two friends, Tyrell and Lewis.

To my knowledge, that was the only time that Claire had ever experienced sex with three men, and as she came back to our table I could see the flushed and excited look in her face. Claire ignored the others, and came directly to me and kissed me passionately. “Honey, are you okay with this? If you’re not, or you’ve got any doubts, let me know and we’ll head back to our room.”

I really appreciated Claire’s offer. And I did have doubts, but I also wanted her to have what she obviously really desired, and the kinky pervert in me wanted to be there to watch.

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Back at the hotel room Claire and Jason had been sharing all week, the next four or five hours passed in a whirlwind of fucking as the king-sized bed was a jumble of bodies as Claire and her three young admirers played until they were all fucked out.

Adio was the youngest and was the first to get with Claire. It turned out he was only nineteen years old, but he had a very thick cock which must have been a couple of inches longer than my five inches. Claire could tell that he was nervous, as apparently he’d not had much sex before and Claire was definitely the first white woman he’d been with. Knowing this, at first Claire was quite gentle and almost motherly to him. But when he got into his stride, all thoughts of having to coax and help him were forgotten, as Claire had to hang on for dear life as despite his young age he gave Claire a vigorous fucking. He brought my wife, more than twice his age, to a couple of orgasms before he pumped his seed deep into her.

Leon, who was apparently Adio’s best friend, was keen to replace his pal, but only after Jason insisted on giving Claire a rest. When she signalled that she was ready, Jason’s youngest brother took great pleasure in playing with Claire’s big boobs and kissing her, as he slowly eased his big cock into her. His cock was a little less thick than Adio’s, but it was maybe an inch or more longer and Claire certainly moaned and sighed as Leon entered her and started working her body with a steady rhythm. He was only a couple of years older than Adio, but he had great stamina for someone so young. He fucked Claire for a good twenty minutes and gave her two or three orgasms before he quickened the thrusts of his hips and brought Claire to another climax as he shot his seed into my sobbing wife.

Jason checked with Claire and she had another short break before being bedded by the brother she was most looking forward to, the super-hung Joel. When we’d arrived at the club earlier tonight, he’d apologized to me in person for his behavior the previous night. But seeing him there like that, rubbing his massive cock up and down Claire’s love lips, my mind went back to how he’d kissed Claire’s tummy the night before. Looking at me as he did it, In a clear challenge and statement that he’d have Claire’s body before too long.

Claire had experienced his cock last night, and from what she’d told me earlier, I knew she was looking forward to experiencing it again tonight. We’d discussed it and she’d confirmed that he felt both a little longer and a little thicker than Jason and she told me that the extra thickness and length had felt really good inside her.

As he teased Claire’s love lips and clit with his huge knob, I could see my wife’s hunger and desire to experience him again. Seeing that hungry look on Claire’s face, took me all the way back to the early days of her affair with Jason. Despite how he’d behaved the night before, there was something new and exciting about seeing Claire hungrily awaiting another huge new cock from one of the Campbell brothers.

All of the ill-will and bad-blood from the night before was forgotten as I was engrossed in watching the love games between Claire and Joel over the next half-hour or so. He was just as athletic and talented a lover as his big brother, Jason. And by the end, he’d left Claire in a sweaty but very happy mess, as he fucked her in several positions and let her really enjoy his huge cock. She came so often on Joel’s big dick that I lost count of how many times she climaxed.

When Joel had finally shot his load in Claire, she needed a good rest. She’d just spent just over an hour being fucked by and fucking these three horny young Jamaicans. When she’d rested, the boys all wanted her again, and this time they each lasted a longer.

After their second time with Claire, the boys still wanted more, but Jason could see that Claire was done in and needed to rest and sleep. He told the three guys that it was all done for tonight, and to try and get rid of the young horn-dogs he shared the news we’d told him earlier. That Claire would be here for another month. I think they were all still so hungry for my beautiful wife that this was the only way Jason could get them out the door.

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It took Claire much of the Sunday morning and early afternoon to recover from the session she’d enjoyed with her three horny young Jamaican admirers.

Claire and I spent much of the last two days alone, just the two of us together. We made love and talked and checked that we were both still okay with the decision we’d taken for Claire to spend the next month down here getting the school sorted out.

It was a hard decision for both of us, with sacrifice and pain for both of us. But we knew it was the right decision. It was who we were. There was no way Claire could turn her back on those young kids. And despite my fears, there was no way I could ask her to walk away from this thing she so desperately wanted to do.

It was twilight outside on that Monday evening as Claire and I said our tearful farewells. I was proud of what she was doing, but I’d miss her terribly and I knew she’d miss me just as much.

And as the plane banked and headed North for home, I wondered and worried whether the school would have any less need for Claire in one month’s time, when I planned to return and bring Claire back home. And I wondered and worried about what the next month held not just for Claire and me, but for all of us four of us.