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My Wife and her new Black Lovers
bywunderboi©

My special thanks to a 'follower' Annette for sharing her most welcome personal family stories and for her enthusiastic and generous permission to publish.

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Azzo greeted Monica in the Kingston/Manley airport with a tentative hug at first, but then warmed to the role of being 'her Black husband' very quickly in case any onlookers were observing. He was thrilled to feel her arms go around his neck and her big firm breasts push hard into his hard-muscled chest. She didn't seem in any hurry to release his grip as he kissed her briefly on the lips. He whispered an apology for being somewhat rude and direct with her in the past.

She was his boss's latest white wife sex partner whom The Dr had carefully seduced and then went into 'partnership' with her as a consultant for his overseas clients. She was a gorgeous addition to The Dr.'s team and shared The Dr's bed, so Azzo thought he had better watch his p's and q's around her.

She whispered back a sincere thank you and that she was most relieved to be back in Jamaica. She felt it was wonderful if Azzo was on her side and could be trusted. She felt very safe and protected.

The Dr had once again been 'there for her' she smiled. and offered Azzo another kiss on the mouth as a thank you. His big lips softened on hers and she felt sure his tongue had briefly touched her lips. But in the heat and rush, she wasn't sure -

maybe she was imagining things, surely every black man here wasn't trying to seduce her! But she briefly thought of her troubles in London and how Georges had provided such protection and sexual satisfaction, but that was in the past and here she was in another black man's arms and seemingly her horniness had returned as she felt the familiar warmth between her legs.

She wondered if perhaps in the past she had been too harsh on Azzo.

In fact, she remembered other than staring at her ample chest he had never done anything untoward, and heavens, most men of all ages had stared at her body since she was fifteen, that didn't mean anything she felt sure. She was proud of her obvious assets and showed them off. So what if men looked?

Just cause they looked, or even stared, didn't mean they were bad people.

She must make a point of being more friendly to Azzo, he would appreciate it she was sure.

His boss, The Dr., had not suggested kissing her, his pride and joy, but since he wasn't there Azzo decided to take a few risks, hell he might not be allowed this special treat ever again! To say he was delighted when he felt her ever so faintly allow his tongue to slip very briefly between her lips, or was he dreaming?

His cock had immediately thickened, which was usually the sign.

It had been many months since he had dropped her off to fly to England.

He had almost forgotten what a stunning beauty she was. God, she was hot.

She seemed to radiate sex even though she was dressed in a rather odd, decidedly unsexy, outfit.

"Oh darling, I have missed you all so much, I can't wait to get the three of you home." Azzo smiled broadly, his white teeth gleaming in stark contrast to his coal-black African skin. He hugged Monique again pressing his semi-erection into her. She smiled up at him. God, he feels huge she thought. Why was it the black men in Jamaica were so well endowed? She knew she should not pursue that line of thinking as she was sure The Dr. would want to fuck her later.

She was mistaken as It was the night that The Dr was entertaining 'his' two graduating students. He had set this up weeks earlier, well before learning that Monique was in need of rescuing in Britain. and that hed altered his plans

somewhat.

The teenage white girls admired the six-foot four-inch black man, acting as their 'father' who towered over them and both giggled as they patiently waited their turn for his affection. He could feel his cock shift and further thicken as the first blond teen stretched up to demand his attention. The girls had been prepped. They knew it was time, at their age to understand that older men of all races would desire them, wanted them, and it was past time to put away the c***dish young boys from high school and date mature men.

They both were more than ready to meet black men to date. They were horny from kissing each other quite romantically in the gloom of the aircraft and the privacy of their first-class seats. They talked endlessly about the male flight attendant who fussed over them and encouraged them to kiss and feel each other's ripe perfect bodies while he watched them make out from the servery area stroking his black cock. They could see him add his spit to his huge erection to make it glisten, seemingly offering it to their white wet warm lips.

They were excited by their freedom from rules and regulations and their bodies were primed and ready for sexual healing. The healing that would come when their absolute frantic obsession with interracial sex became reality.

Monica smiled, and exclaimed:

"Heavens Azzo, you look so different, I almost didn't recognize you!

"This is Buffy, she has been dying to meet you, she has heard so much about my gorgeous black husband."

They all laughed briefly at the mention of the ruse.

Buffy flicked her long straight blond hair back over her shoulders in a flirtatious manner looking all the world like an experienced young woman older than her just barely eighteen years.

She didn't flinch as his hands lightly slipped around her, resting on the back of her bra strap through her thin white blouse, her straight almost white-blonde hair cascading down to her waist.

Drinking their share of wine on the plane helped the two girls get over any sexual inhibitions if indeed they had any. And besides, they had read about the wild, horny local black men of Jamaica who took great liberties with young white girls!

Buffy and Sally were not about to quibble about older black hands taking a few liberties and wandering on their ripe and sweet young bodies.

It was thrilling not to be nagged by teachers.

It was thrilling to not be fussed over by protective parents.

It was thrilling to anticipate what might soon happen to them.

It was thrilling to think that all their speculation about black men would soon be realized.

And no-one would stop them!

It was great to be on their own, all grown up young women, they could do what they wanted.

It was thrilling to make all their own decisions.

They were sure the black men would do what they wanted anyway so who were they not to cooperate for heaven's sakes!

Although they were anxious to see if what their teaching assistant had said would take place. She had a black boyfriend and thrilled them with stories about him when she was covering classes for absent or sick old lady teachers.

They felt all grown up now, at eighteen, and without parents around they could celebrate as much as they wanted! The beach boys would be counting on it, another new batch of sexy white girls being delivered every few days to The B&W Resort meant that if some of them denied the privilege of sucking them off and taking black cock in their white pussy for the first time it didn't matter, the boys would relocate to another beach bar and stroll around to find others.

The older women were not so selective. That's what they traveled all those miles, and spent their savings on, a nice clean room and a black lover, or several at once.

The married ones were different. They generally were more aggressive and sought companionship when their flabby white husbands played golf badly, many wives would openly flirt and encourage much younger black boys to fuck them. Some wives even demanded it in the swaying warm waves of the ocean!

"Anything goes in Jamaica, mon, anything you want mama, just ask" they would almost sing. The women didn't care who was watching, who was judgmental.

'Wandering hands' were a fact of life in Jamaica, girls were used to it happening in d**g stores and supermarkets, not to mention the bars which never 'carded' anyone, ever, and it was commonplace to give the bartenders a feel in return for not asking their ages,

It was naughty. It made them seem so much older. Some would soon realize that bartenders would slip them an extra rum punch with the promise of a blowjob in the bushes or down on the dark beach. Constant erotic music, couples, and singles all on the make, rum, and the waft of 'ganja mon' in the air. It was most difficult to keep their tops on and their legs closed if indeed they even tried.

Their teaching assistant said she had given handjobs regularly, and even a first date blowjob if she liked the black guys. The 'TA' told the girls that she didn't mind if the guys came in her mouth, but she drew the line at 'swallowing their generous cum', but she did add: "I'm not saying you can't do it if you want, and I'm not saying I NEVER swallowed. I am just saying it is your choice."

It was all so exciting. They loved her classes!

But clearly the girls got mixed messages from her.

They were now finished their time at their English all-girls boarding school.

It was time to party!

Sally put up her arms, "My turn." She exclaimed with her face flushed.

Her nipples aroused in anticipation of hugging the rugged, tough-looking black man.

"NO!" said Azzo sharply, "I am supposed to be rescuing you AND as your concerned husband and father, we have got to get moving, Liam needs your baggage claims."

He put his arm protectively around Monica's waist and directed her towards the private hallway he had entered through earlier with the Head of Security. She loved being protected, and valued,

"Oooh, yes, let's do get going." Monica sighed as she felt the familiar warmth spreading in her loins. "Be quick, Sally, I am sure your 'father' will make it up to you at the mansion."

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The mention of 'protection' and 'rescuing' had Monica's juices flowing as she immediately thought of Marcus, her first black lover and mentor who had resued her in the B&W resort pool, before spending hours seducing her in front of her husband and then so spectacularly fucking her, and Georges who had come to her aid just yesterday and she had been ravished sexually by him as a result.

She loved everything about black cock, the feel of the powerful throbbing member, the taste of the big cockhead's juices, the size and scope, the anticipation of the pounding she was about to enjoy, and the overwhelming orgasms.

She had not used the word addicted just yet, but she could not anticipate ever returning to her husband's bed, but that thought hurt a bit, because Tom was not a bad person and had been kind to her and gentle with her, but perhaps too much so.

She knew that she would never go back!

God, she loved strong aggressive black men who dominated her with their unending demands, physical strength, and endurance, sexual experience, and power. Her cunt took on a life of its own as the first few inches were inserted, often it took several minutes of her lovers working their massive love tools inside her, only then to ask: "Would you like to get fucked?"

It was a new world of pleasure and she was in awe of the feeling that coursed through her loins. Monica had never experienced the thrill of her black lover taking ages to arouse her into a state where she was pleading for their cock. She was brought up to be shy and not rock the boat. How was she to know that once her pussy was soaking wet and lubricated with overwhelming desire, that he could slowly insert nearly a foot-long thick black heavily veined erect cock fully inside her

and THEN announce that he was going to fuck her!

Whoever heard of such a thing, And then she would orgasm over and over, and finally, when he had brought her to that mountaintop she would fill her with gobs of his seed.

Her husband Tom, as nice and kind as he was, as much as she loved and appreciated him, would never understand. Perhaps she would see if he was around. It would be nice to see Tom again. You know, have lunch or something.

He worked for Charles and spent most of his time on the road, or in the air as the Vice President of Sales for Charles's company. She would call Marla who was Charles's second or third younger wife. She would know where to reach Tom.

She still harbored some guilt about disappearing with the Dr. so abruptly. But she could not say no to his advances, black men were all so sexually talented. However, she still had a feeling she needed to spend some time with her husband.

Now she was delighted that even Azzo's former very menacing look and somewhat angry disposition seemed to have tempered. His pockmarked face, which she had thought as ugly seemed somehow almost brutally handsome as it relaxed into deep creases with a smile. His dreadlocks which added to his mean look could virtually disappear when he pulled them back into a tight bun under his floppy hat.

Although she noted, he still seemed to be undressing her with his furtive looks at her big bust, but so what, join the club! She loved showing her boobs off, especially to black men who were bold and horny. She was hot and horny, so if someone didn't approve of her actions fuck them, who cares?

The girls hurried, they remembered suddenly they might be filmed and must do what Azzo directed. Heavens it was all so exciting, nothing ever happened like this at boarding school.

They needed to 'play their part' and do their bit.

They couldn't wait.

Their years of sexual arousal, anticipation, and desire was at the boiling point.

They were hurried through a crowd of eager black men who all seemed to offer to take the teens somewhere, "Tours young missy, come with me" they all seemed to promise, Or whisper loud enough for both teens to hear "Sex, d**gs, rock, and roll, best Gangah anywhere" they would sing, but Azzo handed the baggage claims off to Liam and pushed his way through the masses towards the white stretch SUV, but not before both blond treasures felt hands on their pert little bums and even their breasts!

Heavens, how could that be?

They wanted to linger!

They wanted to smoke a joint and get laid!

They wanted to do what they wanted.

Liam looked very handsome and young. Perhaps a bit on the tough side.

It felt different and arousing.

Maybe one of them should go with him?

What was the rush?

But again Azzo spoke sharply "Out the door you two, NOW!."

Monica helped, gathering Sally by the arm while Azzo half lifted Buffy. He could not resist 'accidentally' brushing her very firm magnificent young breasts albeit briefly. Not too briefly however as he noted her nipples thickened and she made no attempt to avoid his attentions.

Liam had disappeared.

Safely inside the vehicle, Monica exclaimed,

"Oh thank you so much Azzo you were wonderful!

"Such a gallant gentleman.

"Phew, that was a wild welcome!

"You saved me!"

He smiled.

"Well", he said quietly so the girls in the back seat could not hear, "The Boss was concerned, so I was told to take every precaution in case there were media wanting to take photos or to speak to you." He reached over and patted her hand, noticing for the first time her wedding rings, "your disguise fooled everyone" he squeezed her hand.

Again he apologized for his 'unfortunate behavior' when she first moved into The Dr's mansion.

"Hush, with the apologies my sweet," Monica purred, as she brought his gnarled hand to her open mouth and slid her tongue around and licked his middle finger before sucking it like a small cock into her wet mouth.

"Your finger is bigger than my husband's erect white cock." she smiled at him.

"The Boss might have a business trip next week, so if you need any advice on that issue in London, or need someone to talk to don't forget Marla - remember she has experienced similar issues as well and can be a confidant for you," Az said. " You remember that Marla met Mr. Charles that way?"

"Oh Az, that is so kind of you to remind me. That is an excellent solution or at least a suggestion for me, we girls must stick together." she laughed out loud, and, seeing that they were almost at their destination, she replaced his hand in his crotch, and in so doing 'accidentally' squeezed his semi-hard thick black cock.

Just like she had done to Dom at the pool so many long months ago.

"Oh dear, I AM sorry." She giggled again.

Azzo was on fire with desire. This woman was unbelievable. Everything had worked out far better than he could possibly have hoped. He slid a card to her with his cell number. "Just in case," he said. She smiled and slipped it in her purse.

He looked back at the girls, they were not paying attention and were oblivious to the interplay in the front seats. Just as well he thought, perhaps I can spend a little time with Monica while The Dr welcomes the other two in his bed for their grad present.

He also must remember to reward Liam, the black enforcer. Liam was not used to being slighted. He and Liam had been like brothers in the past with other white wives, he must not let Monica distract his agenda.

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Buffy was proud of her record at the girls' school in England. She had attended, as had Sally, as a consequence of winning 'The Dr. Scholarships' from her girls' only day school in Kingston. But there the comparison between the two girls ended. Buffy had finished first in the grad class academically, while Sally had concentrated on sneaking out with local boys who lived close by. It seemed Sally had her virginity taken by the father of one of her classmates who was black, and she had developed quite an interest in black cock and dominant men at that.

Buffy was also terribly popular with the other girls as she told them marvelous stories about her mother who was very active with the social scene in their small company town close to the ocean. Some weeks her mother went out with five different black businessmen, a different one for each working day! She was so pretty and popular and looked like Buffy's older sister, maybe that is why the men were so attracted to her?

Her father had been 'let go' from his job when she was only ten, and after a struggle was finally hired by a Caribbean company to be an accountant. She was convinced that her mother got her boss to hire her father as she continually said she was 'very close to ' the black CEO. In fact, Buffy noted that her mother often worked evenings, and sometimes was still not home when she went to bed.

She was proud of her mother's dedication. Some other executives also showed an interest in her mother. She had a very busy social calendar, and often told Buffy's father that everyone she dated was black too!!

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Monica stretched in The Dr's bed.

She loved waking to the sounds of the birds chirping happily in the extensive gardens. The pool was being cleaned, the gardeners tried to look busy while they all really wanted to do was watch the two bikini-clad teens, and hope they could fuck them. Sometimes the boss took on too many girls and they hoped they would get to help him.

It would not be the first time.

She loved the white silk sheets which accentuated The Dr's black skin when she mounted him and looked down. She was delighted to be back at his mansion, delighted that Azzo had been so brilliant at the airport, and when she got home the Dr scooped her up and hustled her off to the master bedroom for very needed fucking.

Azzo and Liam did not seem at all perturbed to be left with all of the luggage and the two 18-year-old schoolgirls who were sending them all kinds of welcome signals. The girls offered to help and being new to the mansion relied on the two Black employees to deliver them safely to their separate bedrooms. Black hands seemed to wander over pert, budding breasts, and tight little rear ends of the very excited girls.

Monica figured she had done her bit. What they did now was not her business!

She loved her husband Tom, but he was not much of a sexual partner. Sex with a black hung man was sex as it should be. But she would now take her time recovering from the scare in London and the long flight back to Jamaica.

The Dr had left very early the next morning to catch his flight to Europe.

That trip had been a surprise, but she was not unhappy, as it would give her a chance to see Marla, Charles's wife who had been a consultant in the past before Charles insisted he needed her full time.

She was no closer to knowing what her future held. They had great 'reunion' sex the night before and recalling how easily he had made her orgasm in the past, she felt a tad disappointed in The Dr's performance. Maybe he was distracted? He always seemed to have a lot on his plate.

Not a big deal, she thought, surely I am not getting bored with him?

She did love looking down at his hard, thick black cock pushing into her love canal while she fingered her clitoris to help. Heavens she just loved 'her' black lovers, how had she gotten this far into her marriage without true fulfillment, the ecstasy that only an interracial coupling could supply?

She laughed to herself when it was suggested by friends that she was having an 'affair', or having a 'relationship' outside her marriage. What nonsense! It was sex for the buyer, and sex for her, the consultant, pure and simple. Just sex.

She actually quite liked the action of the job in the beginning.

Sitting in First Class and being spoiled was new to her. Having the Captain come down off the flight deck specifically to ask if her if everything was fine excited her. Her status as an Elite member was so thrilling. Some of the time, if the Captain was a handsome black man she would look up at him and offer him a generous view down her front. She was delighted if he flirted and if he offered his card she always took it and entered his info on her phone with a special code. The new outfits, the designer clothes the excitement of meeting the rich and famous, being fawned over in five-star hotels, never paying for anything, the gifts she was showered with, and the private yachts in the Mediterranean, to name some of her happier memories.

The trips on yachts usually meant a floating orgy, and she loved being the center of attention for two or even three men at the same time. For the most part, she was on display and drooled over, but some 'dates' were more fun than others. She loved it when she joined a man and wife who were into pampering her, One such incident featured french kissing the wife while her husband's cock was in both of their mouths. It wasn't discussed at breakfast the next day, along with some other fetishes that could better be described as perverted. But, no matter.

She went with the flow. And in the two years she was a fucking consultant, nobody complained!

She fondly remembered being sent by limo to a rich, recently retired but still young black athlete fully expecting great sex and being sent upstairs in the mansion to explain the facts of life to his teenage daughter! She was happy to take a huge fee for a long conversation, but she was kind of disappointed not to fuck the guy in front of his wife, Or have the black wife eat her cunt. Now that would be a fun change!

Monica now regularly wore her large diamond engagement ring and her wedding band. When she first started out with her new career she had stored them at The Dr.'s in his safe. Eventually, she got sick of leaving them behind - after all, she was still married to Tom, and it was disrespectful of her not to wear his rings with pride!

She was also sick of useless white men 'hitting' on her thinking she was available, or worse trolling for sex.

So now she wore Tom's wonderful wedding rings again.

Black men loved seeing them, for the most part, they loved fucking another guy's white wife, to be crude about it something she preferred not to be.

But if black men liked it she would do whatever they wanted. And they often trash-talked and made her say how much she 'loved black cock' and how she preferred them to her husband. AS long as they stayed hard and fucked deep and long she would say anything or do anything.

One guy even wanted to cum on her rings and have her suck it off her fingers when he was done. A mark of respect, he called it. She loved the salty taste, and if it made him happy then it was fine.

After a nervous start with the patient Marcus, she now adored black cock, wore the ace of spades anklet, and the diamond-encrusted Swiss watch that Marcus gave her during those thrilling early days. It thrilled her no end that her husband had suggested she sit on Marcus's lap and neck with him. Tom was the one who had wanted it to happen.

The wedding rings 'worked' with sexually aggressive white men too.

They walked away instead of pursuing her charms.

If they persisted, she would say "I am waiting for my black pro athlete husband,"

And laugh at them as they almost ran away.

Enough with the reminiscing. She had to prepare.

Monica rolled out of bed, had a glass of juice and a croissant, and jumped in the shower. She had a lunch date with Marla, who wanted to take her back to the resort where it all had started. It was now known as the B&W Resort. Had it changed hands she wondered? Marla had a friend with her - a girlfriend she had met in University in the States, that would be nice.

Neither woman thought to make a luncheon reservation.

The room looked like a cyclone had hit it. She had not had time to unpack as The Dr wanted her in his bed and told her she could 'do all that stuff' later.

Quickly grabbing a white sundress with pink flowers she noted happily that someone had packed it so it wasn't wrinkled. She twirled around in the full-length mirror. She stopped halfway and swept her long hair back admiring her bust. Not bad she thought, not much sag, no wonder the men all stared. Heavens, this looks a bit short, and far too low cut. Who cares, she thought, it is a beach resort and the young girls there were more than half-naked anyway, she would be fine!

Briefly, she thought of Dom.

She hoped to see him.

The now-familiar warmth between her legs returned and her nipples thickened at the mere thought of Dom,

Just being in Jamaica again made her horny, she was 'dressed to kill', her juices flowing and being back in the heat and humidity without having a proper meal - the whole combination could lead to a memorable day.

Little did she know.

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Three weeks earlier Tom had mailed a letter to The Dr asking if he knew about his wife Kathy's whereabouts. Now he was back staying at an airport hotel, and he had a few days before going back on the road.

He called Mr. Charles to give him a sales update and his wife Marla answered. She seemed guarded in her answers as to where his wife might be, why would that be?

After all, it was Mr. Charles who 'thought' that The Dr. might know.

Tom decided to rent a car and visit the Resort where they stayed that fateful week.

It was Tom that encouraged Kathy to thank Marcus, the handsome Black visitor from the States who had saved her from possible drowning in the pool.

As he drove his mind went back to that fateful week once again.

It was he who suggested she give Marcus a big thank you kiss. It was he who encouraged the two of them to dance, knowing his wife was very horny. It was he who offered to sleep in the guestroom. Hell, he had planted the first idea in her head about her making out with a black man even before they left Chicago!

So he couldn't blame her for Pete's sake!

The Resort clearly has had more than a new name, he thought as he walked in.

Carpenters argued with painters, contractors were frazzled and the Reception area

looked like a hurricane had touched down.

Tom headed for the pool bar. There he knew he would hear the gossip, and perhaps grab a sandwich and a beer.

Midday and no one in the pool. The sunken bar would have been too hard to renovate but they had improved the scenery. The bartenders were all white gals who must have been hired for their stunning bodies. He sat. At that level, he looked down at the front of a very busty white girl of about 18.

A black guy was ogling her too, and it was clear they had been flirting before Tom arrived. Another bartender came over. She was Black and stacked. The white girl wore a very revealing black outfit. A black pushup bra emphasizing her amazing tits.

The Black girl wore a similar sexy outfit and it was white. Their shorts were so tight their pussy lips were clearly outlined.

Tom sat beside the local Jamaican black guy who was obviously most involved with the construction project. After the usual pleasantries, the men chatted.

"Dom who is the owner's son came home from business school in the States with all these ideas." the man explained, waving his hand around the busy complex.

"The official logo is B&W Resort with artwork outline of a white female and a Black male in the 'missionary position.' We thought putting her on her knees sucking a Black guy's huge cock with her wedding rings glinting in the sunshine would not get past the American censors." They laughed.

"The key is to market this place differently. Every resort is trying to attract the 'family package vacation' we are moving to the new reality, that of white wives and daughters seeking a new sexual experience which they have been craving. Statistics show more white wives watch porn than any other cohort and the segments watched are by far the interracial ones.

"So, Dom has convinced his father to market this place aggressively to ages 16 to 60 white girls and women who may be married, or not, but for the most part are seeking 'just sex' no relationship or any of that."

Tom asked, "So their husbands are not allowed to come here?"

"Oh no, no, not at all. Of course, they are welcome." He replied.

"We encourage them to come if they are up for it, but we require all family members to be 16 years old at least, which is the age of consent in this country. And we are strict on that for sure, no exceptions. Have you ever watched your wife with another man?"

Tom was caught off guard and suddenly lurched into a long answer. He supplied all the details. Why was he doing this? He hadn't told a soul and now he was opening his heart to a complete stranger. He didn't use his wife's name, constantly talking about her as his wife, how he had encouraged her to dance, to flirt, and finally to fuck another man right there at this resort, a black man whom she met in the pool! How they had both agreed it was 'just sex' and how on the second night she had a threesome with two black men. How it had excited him no end to watch her have multiple orgasms with these men who had much more stamina, much greater strength, and much greater skill than he did. He felt his cock thickening with the memory of Kathy on her knees sucking Dom's 19-year-old black cock while Marcus took her pussy from behind.

Dom he thought. Is this the Dom the guy was talking about? He might know where she is! Finally, he stopped talking.

The black stranger pointedly asked, "I assume your wife is white, did it bother you that two blacks gave her such pleasure?"

"No, no, I mean yes she is white" Tom stammered "God no, it was thrilling hearing her screams of passion and seeing her beg for more, bigger black cock."

"See?" The man asked. "You just confirmed it! Dom's B&W is going to be a resounding success. The web site is exploding with interest.

"We have been sending out souvenir brochures as fast as they are printed.

"Here, take a look."

Tom looked at the pages as if in a trance. One picture was taken from behind as a blond topless teen with her hair down to her ass, holding hands with two huge black men, one on each side as they led her into a suite.

A second one was of a young teen in the arms of a very muscular black man as he carried her into the surf while she waved, grinning widely, at her beaming parents. The photography was professional and very suggestive.

Still another of a white woman in her thirties, wearing glittering wedding rings sitting on a very handsome black man's lap, his hand on her full firm breasts her nipples clearly aroused. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her bra nowhere to be seen. Her hand was too small to encircle fully his erect hot throbbing big cock.

Tom froze.

He flushed.

He felt his cock thicken, he was getting hard, like before.

He was looking at a picture of his smiling wife Kathy on Marcus's lap.

It was taken on their balcony. How could that be?

Was it that night, or another time, how did he not know?

Dom was the only one who could have taken the picture.

Surely.

Or were there other men, maybe several others, all Black and all enjoying fucking his half-naked gorgeous white wife, or did it happen another night? Perhaps later when he was in Miami on business? God, his cock was hard, he was going to cum thinking about it. She seemed so willing, so happy!

Her skirt was open, her legs open. Her face a mask of lust. Tom forced himself to look away.

"So, this Dom fellow," Tom stammered. "Please tell me more about him?"

The man replied, "Well he is very very smart, top of his class, a hell of an athlete, you know the type, everything they do looks effortless, he is really good looking and he can literally have any woman he wants, they throw themselves at him. When you come back, introduce your wife to him, he will give her the fucking of her life, you just might not get her back for a few days, they just can't resist staying with him.

"You know what they say, once you go black, you never come back,"

He laughed outrageously.

Tom was conflicted.

He was upset, but he was very much aroused.

Tom made an excuse to leave. The man's laughter followed his hurried footsteps.

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The Dr had time on his long flight to Europe to do some planning. The worldwide pandemic was changing everything. He was pissed to have to delay the weekend festivities with the two horny blond teens in his pool, on his beach, and especially in his bed.

He had left them in the care of Monica, and his Head of Security Azzo.

He hoped those two could sort out their differences and cooperate with each other for a change.

He needn't have worried.

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Monica called The Dr's special cab company and the car traveled the familiar route to the Resort. As she looked out the window she wondered idly whether she might run into Dom there or if his father even still owned the place.

It was Dom who joined Marcus in 'double-teaming' her the night after she had her first sexual experience outside her marriage while her husband slept in the guest room. She always smiled at the term 'slept with' it sounded so innocent, innocuous really when it was anything but sleeping!

God, what an experience. One night she had sex with a man other than her husband for the first time encouraged by her sweet husband Tom.

Then the very next night she was seduced by two handsome black men at the same time. How could she ever forget that?

Sucking the huge black cock of the nineteen-year-old lifeguard while her black lover entered her pussy from behind in the doggy position, as her husband slipped into the room and watched her take on two guys for the first time in her life!

She smiled at the memory. Tom must have liked watching his wife fucking two men she hardly knew as he masturbated and flooded the carpet with the biggest load of cum she had ever seen from him.

She orgasmed so many times she lost count, and almost lost consciousness as Marcus pounded his cock into her soaking wet cunt so many times, what a lover!

She pulled into the newly paved parking area near the reception of the B&W Resort, and the brand new sign in black and white. Of course, she remembered it had been rebranded from the former boring name to one everyone would remember. What an interesting graphic on the logo she thought, but in reality, she barely glanced at it.

The open-air restaurant had been vastly changed but was packed. Heavens Monica thought at noon on a Tuesday. She smiled at the Maitre'd and he grinned back, his pearly white teeth standing out from his deep African complexion:

"Mrs. Smith, how nice to see you again!"

She glanced at his nametag.

"James, I am so surprised you remember me after all these months."

He beamed. "How could I forget such a paragon of beauty?" He flirted openly.

"Oh, you are just as handsome as ever, and has this place ever changed!"

James looked at the reservation list. "There must be an error, I don't have a reservation but will seat you at the bar and will arrange a table, is your husband joining you?" He smiled.

She touched him, pressing her breast into his bare arm, saying huskily,

"Thank you, James, you are well suited to this job, nothing ever seems to rattle you. It will be a table for three as two lady friends are joining me."

He flexed his arm muscle slightly against her breast to signify his interest.

He looked deeply into her smoldering eyes as she rubbed her aroused nipple against him.

He whispered, "Any time I can help ma'am."

He led her to the bar wondering if his hard cock was evident to the many Black male customers who watched her walk past. He realized they could care less about him.

This woman gathered all the attention in the room.

She loved it.

She swung her hips. Her short white skirt danced up in the warm ocean breeze.

She didn't bother to cover herself,

She was on offer.

As she swung up onto the barstool, James got an eyeful of her damp pussy in an outrageous white thong.

It quickly disappeared.

Both the Black employee and the white woman were on fire with desire.

The thumping, erotic, sound of the Jamaican steel band, the soft trade winds gently blowing away the high heat of midday, and the generous supply of rum punch that she remembered so well all led to a feeling of intense erotic enjoyment.

James had a secret weapon, a table for four that he kept on reservation for the owner. Always, just in case he showed up with a business group, unannounced.

He put in a quick call to Mr. Dom who was delighted and would join them a bit later.

Dom was pleased, any thoughts about James being ready to step into a leadership role evaporated. James knew where his bread was buttered.

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Marla arrived a bit late and greeted Monica with a huge hug. The women kissed on the lips. Marla introduced Annette as 'a friend from college.'

A very confident and successful woman Monica thought.

Marla pointed out that Annette was a corporate lawyer who traveled extensively and was visiting Jamaica for the first time with her husband, Patrick, who was attending a conference. They were staying near Marla and were thinking about spending a few days at the B&W before flying back to the U.S.

The three women chatted about their early days and then the subject changed to the dramatic changes and unusual improvements to the Resort. They quickly surmised that it was to be an adult destination primarily focused on attracting interracial relationships. And all of the marketing pieces seemed to feature hung Black men with white girls and women. Black and White everywhere they looked, obvious and subtle, even the tablecloths were checkerboard black and white.

And where there was only one color used, it was a heavy, dominant black.

Annette scoffed at the word 'relationships':

" It is NOT relationships they seek, it is sex, sex, and more sex!

"With my Black men I am not possessive, I stay a million miles away from possessing, it will end all contact on the spot!

"Most of the Black guys I have encountered are OK with that.

"And, of course, same rules for whites and Asians.

" It has to stay impersonal, the Black men that I know - they understand that it is only for sex. They ask me about my husband, they talk dirty to me of what they are going to do to me in front of Patrick, they use VERY erotic gritty language, call me everything, and I love it! It is a HUGE turnon for me."

Monica's interest was piqued:

"So you have often had Black men outside your marriage? What does your husband think of that?"

Annette smiled gently as if instructing a complete sexual neophyte.

"I had a Black boyfriend whom I met during frosh week - I was eighteen and we really hit it off in a hurry. I was a younger farm girl trying to get used to the sudden freedom of being on my own and doing whatever the fuck I wanted, and I wanted men to fuck me! That night we fucked, and the next night I met his roommates; Patrick, a horny white guy with a ton of sex appeal and another Black guy. The four of us went to a bar after an information session that was compulsory but no one paid any attention to the lecture about AIDS, and STDs and all that.

Hell, we were invincible!

At the bar, all the guys started to horn me up telling me what they were going to do to me later, expecting me to leave with my boyfriend. Instead, I challenged them as who could make me orgasm the most! Not together the first time but all three had me individually that night and often. Patrick nailed the challenge and he eventually became my husband. I love him, he looks after me and provides me with as much sex as I can handle, inside and outside our marriage, and that is as it has been almost twenty-five years.

"In fact, we still make a point of getting together with the other two roommates two or three times a year!"

She laughed as Monica hung on every word. A chilled bottle of champagne arrived

and James made sure their glasses were topped up. He did not want them rushed or interrupted, so he looked after them himself. The other wait staff understood.

While James did not participate in the conversation, he was a good listener and paid attention while looking very casual, and very efficient. He would make detailed notes later for his own records. He loved fucking white women, especially married ones as they appreciated what he had more than local girls.

Annette continued: " Well, perhaps I exaggerate, I have never reached the point where I don't want more black men to fuck me, lots more - so I would not know!

"I simply love it, but it is NOT about love, just sex.

"I love my husband Patrick, and only him. We have had some wild parties where I am the star attraction, but I'll have to tell you about them later."

"He knows I have friends online whom I flirt with. One lovely man, in particular, sends me all kinds of interracial videos and so on. I send him kisses with my mouth open and he reciprocates. I am quite sure it turns him on to write to me, think about me with my lovers, and masturbate when he does so! I think he is cool, a great writer and he understands a lot of things about me that I only share with my husband. He sends me kisses and is fond of me, and that's OK. He was empathetic when I was sick, so that's how I know he cares."

Monica blurted out: "Heavens, would you have sex with him?"

Annette laughed: "Of course! But he lives in another country, so the chances are slim. But if he was ever in our neck of the woods we would invite him to one of our parties sure!"

"And, oh yes, another of my absolute rules is I will only hook up with people I know through work when I travel without Patrick on business-related trips, and only two black guys together, never 1 on 1.

"It is way safer, it is naturally a full-on competition for them as to who can make me orgasm more, they have to prove their manhood, so they really go at it, thus that adds hugely to my fun. Their staying power is outstanding. It is nothing to have a guy pounding into my cunt for an hour non-stop. You can't even keep track of the orgasms, It may be 'just sex', but is it ever awesome!"

Marla watched them with interest.

She knew Tom wanted to find his wife Kathy [ a.k.a. Monica]. She knew Monica would ask her what she should do about Tom and Tom was Marla's husband's key salesperson, so all she could feel was relief that Annette was taking care of all those tricky issues. She sipped her champagne and stayed quiet, as this was working out far better than she could ever have imagined.

The three of them fussed over the menu, picking sensible salads, and ordered lunch. Another bottle of very expensive champagne arrived chilled to a perfect temperature, To Monica's question as to who had ordered it, James just winked.

Monica was in a state of increased arousal. Annette's honesty, openness, and direct explanations were helping her immensely with the quandary she had been in about her husband, and what to do. She loved Tom and she didn't want to hurt him. Annette clearly loved Patrick and she also loved black cock with an intensity that Monica now understood, and Marla had known since she was 16. Monica was pleased to have the advice and expressed that to Annette.

Annette smiled, reached her hand under the table, and stroked the younger woman's bare leg, pushing the pretty white sundress aside almost expecting Monica to stop her advancing hand. Instead, she felt an erotic flash, adding to her advanced arousal, and did nothing. Annette was now feeling horny as she looked deeply into Monica's eyes, noting her nipples were straining against the light fabric of her top.

Just as their lunch was served Dom arrived. He looked gorgeous, like he had just stepped out of the shower, his black hair gleaming in the sunlight. His youthful, powerful physique in a tailored white shirt and pink shorts reflected accomplishment, wealth, and privilege. Monica rose to her feet and he embraced her, his lips descending on hers, her mouth automatically opening to greet his tongue as his massive hands almost lifted her off her feet as they encircled her small waist.

A photographer appeared out of nowhere, his motor drive making the familiar whirring sound.

"God, you are a sight for sore eyes, you are more beautiful every time I see you."

he whispered in her ear.

Monica was overcome with lust. This black man was the ultimate specimen.

What every girl dreams of, and has wet dreams about.

They sat and he charmed the three older white women. The occupants of every table noticed and watched. Slowly attention shifted to a few couples dancing to the beat of the steel drums. The daily routine of sexual couplings was beginning anew as barely clad girls and women were sought by Black partners for sex,

Marla asked Dom.

"What does the sign 16/60 over the black door just off the lobby mean?"

He smiled, flashing his impossibly perfect white teeth.

"In Jamaica, sixteen is the age of consent, so we thought if we make it part of the labeling for our members-only nightclub we could communicate it easily so we comply with all the rules. We liked 60 as it was sort of the top age we expect to be partying into the wee hours, thus 16/60.

" There is an endless discussion about the government moving the 'magic' age to 18, and so if they do that we are ready to call it 18/80. All four of them smiled at his ingenuity.

"It opens at ten pm, and is a vast underground addition, picking up space that was an unused area, and making it revenue-producing while not keeping the other guests awake with loud music half the night!

"There are even multiple small theatres with massive TVs so single men who are looking to hook up can select what porn they prefer and then most times women who share that interest will provide the companionship. It has tuned out very well as mostly married wives whose husbands have gone to bed can arrange a quickie!

"Of course, to most of us Black guys, a 'quickie' can last an hour!!"

Monica was able to gather her senses and listened while Annette quietly held her hand under the table comforting her. The hand gently stroked each finger and was causing other emotional erotic thoughts. Monica forced herself to listen.

"Why members-only Dom?" Marla continued. "Surely, that is limiting your market?"

Dom's phone rang. He stood to get it out of his front pocket and all three women automatically looked at his crotch. Each in their own way assessed his large endowment, and as his semi-hard cock was outlined against the thin pink material of his shorts was right at their eye level, each of the women remembered their first time kneeling in front of their first Black lover to suck and lick and kiss his manhood while holding his big balls in their other hand.

Annette smiled knowingly at the others as the young man quickly explained to the caller that he was 'tied up.',

Ever the perfect gentleman, Dom took his seat again and looked at Marla directly. .

"That's an excellent question and one that we are all frequently asked. We feel It gives us an element of control over who gets in. It gives our guests a feeling of exclusivity, and, in return for your private email address, there is no charge for membership,

It controls the u******e drinking issue. And of course, local Black men are encouraged to join so that our balance of racial equality is maintained, and the many white women guests don't have to go wandering off the property looking for their interracial sex." He smiled broadly, as did his three luncheon guests.

Marla asked where the Ladies Room was and Dom stood again:

"Come with me, and I'll show you."

Annette was comfortable being alone with Monica. She sensed the woman needed more conversation. It was nearly three pm so most of the tables were now empty and a large family group at the next table stood, all except an older Black gentleman with white curly hair.

"Look at the old man, Monica, he must have looked at you a thousand times, he stares at your breasts like they are the best he has ever seen and he may be right.

"They are all leaving and he is still trying to pretend he is not staring at you. He must be eighty years old! They are all the same, men have one thing on their mind, getting laid, getting their rocks off, and they think of it constantly. Once you understand that, you are the one in control of every situation. Let them think they are in charge, but they will all do your bidding to get into your wet pussy. Oh yes, one other thing I forgot to tell you; talk dirty to them when they are fucking you, tell them their friend's cock is bigger, better, that he has more stamina, he is far more athletic, fuck - say anything that comes to mind!

"Come on let's go find Dom. He said he had something for you."

Monica was grateful for all of Annette's caring discussions, As they stood Annette

reached out for the younger woman, embracing her she kissed Monica on the lips, her tongue lightly probing, not insisting, as men so often did, but gently, kindly, almost like she was seeking to determine interest.

Monica opened her mouth to french kiss her sweet mentor.

Annette murmured in her ear, "You must come and play with Patrick and me. He would love to meet you and I would love to watch him fuck you, we can have a 'black and white' party of our own. He can arrange a little group for us and his film guy kind of runs things. Patrick is a gem and he just loves setting up these fun times. Maybe we could invite Dom and his Black buddies to join us and take turns with us. Imagine our king size bed with Patrick giving you his best, for a white guy he has a great cock, and Dom fucking me while I suck another Black cock and a third guy gives it to me in the ass!"

Monica thought she would faint.

Dom was leaning against the front desk holding a business card. He smiled and said:

"Your husband came by here a few weeks ago and asked my contractor to give me this card with his contact info. Apparently he is around if you want to hook up. He is very keen to see you."

Annette stroked Monica's bare arm:

"Perhaps he would like to join our little party?

"Time to move to the next stage."

They kissed again, she kissed Dom, she kissed Marla, her juices were flowing.

She texted Azzo who was waiting nearby in The Doctor's shiny new limo.

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Tom had silently watched the whole interaction as his wife kissed young Dom passionately, and then kissed other women with almost as much sexual interest. He was aroused and while jealous, understood. He thought he should go over and surprise his wife, but Marla caught his inquisitive look and glared a firm 'not now.'

He trusted Marla, she had located Kathy after all, and he needed to explain to her that they could sell their jointly owned home in Chicago and buy a beach bungalow in Jamaica pocketing a big profit, but she had to approve.

His mind wandered, he wanted her still, but he wanted to watch her with her Black lovers too. The thought made him hard.

Just then, a black stretch limo pulled into the Black and White Resort's main entrance, all heads turned as a huge Black man emerged from the back of it. Tom watched as the man, his long dreadlocks flying around his shoulders swept up his gorgeous wife in his arms kissing her. She made no attempt to stop him. She was primed for sex. Another local Jamaican man got out of the other side of the car.

"Liam," she said, "I'm so glad you could join us." she giggled.

"We are going to have a little party, are we?"

Tom had his left hand in his pocket stroking his erection. He was unseen in the dark doorway of the 16/60 entrance. he wondered if she had arranged for two men to be with her? Just then the Black driver chauffer made it three men.

Tom's mind was on overdrive.

He didn't know any of these men and yet his wife was leaving the interracial resort with all three. Monica got into the back seat with Az and Liam who were both openly feeling her up. She moaned aloud to the driver who was watching in the rearview mirror:

"Don't worry sweetie, you are going to be included, I can't wait for your young cock to be in my ass."

All three, all together. All three Black hung studs with his lovely wife who was loving every second of being the center of attention. The thought made Tom cum in his pants.

THE END