I didn’t go home again that night, my emotions were too mixed up to face either my wife or her lover. Instead, I booked into a local hotel with a bottle of brandy for company.
My phone rang about midnight and of course, it was Gayle wanting to know where I was.
“It doesn’t matter where I am,” I said, “I’m staying here tonight, just carry on doing what you obviously like doing.”
I was about to switch off when it sounded like she’d been interrupted, she’d obviously put it down but forgot to turn it off.
“Where is he?” I heard Jason asking and my wife said she didn’t know,
“Probably sulking in a hotel somewhere, I don’t care, you can stay with me, we can fuck all night”
“Mm, best offer I’ve had in a long time.” he laughed and then I heard the sounds of sucking and Gayle’s moans of pleasure were
muffled as if she had something in her mouth!
That went on for quite a while until he’d obviously cum in her mouth, then I heard her giggling at something he’d said, which I didn’t
catch.
“Not yet, he doesn’t know I’m on the pill, I want at least another six months of shagging this cock before I get pregnant.” There was another giggle, followed by her saying softly, “Ooh yes, you dirty, dirty man, you know how I love it up my bum.”
I’d heard enough so I switched off my phone and poured myself out a large brandy while I looked at the situation objectively. My wife was at home, in bed with another man, a black man, in effect she was what had become known as a hot wife, at that very moment in time she probably had his huge, thick cock embedded deep inside her body.
So far, so good, it wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last, I loved her having sex with other men, in fact, I actively encouraged it. I loved hearing from her what they’d got up to in bed, especially with some of her black lovers, there’s no doubt that she was a size queen.
The only downside to this was that I’d wanted to watch, but I knew from past experiences that she often got carried away. She always made it up to me afterward… in spades!
She was wrong about me not knowing she was on the pill though, I did know and I’d been planning on bringing it up in the near future. So why was I sitting by myself in a hotel feeling like the proverbial spare penis at a wedding?
Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why!
She picked up on the first ring without speaking.
“Who’s a fucking idiot?” I asked and she let out that delicious little giggle of hers.
“You are, but you’re my fucking idiot, so get your arse home right now, I love you.”
“Sorry.”
“I know, but you’ll probably do it again.”
“Probably, yes,” I agreed, “Is Jason still there?”
“Yes, but I’ll ask him to go if you want.”
“No, don’t do that.”
“Okay,” she said cheerfully. “Oh by the way.”
“What?”
“I left the phone on deliberately.”
It wasn’t far, so I risked driving and luckily I never saw a police car. Gayle opened the front door and ran into my arms kissing me and punching me all at the same time.
“You… you bloody muppet.”
God, she felt good in my arms, she’d obviously just showered and she smelt of roses, but this rose punched me again and took my hand.
Jason raised his glass and mouthed a “Hi” as we passed on the way to the downstairs toilet.
“Tell me the date on that,” she said as she handed me a crumpled little strip of tablets.
“Er well according to this, you took the last pill three days ago.”
“Yes.”
“But I heard you say… Oh shit.”
And I watched her empty the whole strip down the pan.
“Now come and watch me get pregnant.”
I did and she did, she was in a flood of tears as we left the doctor’s office two months later.
“I’m pregnant Paul,” she laughed and then started crying again, “I’m going to have a baby.”
“Well yes,” I commented dryly.
We rang Jason that evening and it’s fair to say that he was every bit as pleased as we were. He rang back an hour later to say he’d booked us a holiday.
“No arguments, no excuses, you’re going.”
What he should have said was that WE were going!
Just two weeks later, we stepped off the plane into the searing heat of the Caribbean island that was Jason’s birthplace. Gayle’s pregnancy wasn’t yet showing apart from her breasts becoming heavier and her nipples slightly darker. She wore a white tee shirt and a little denim mini skirt, she looked gorgeous and she knew it,
Jason was already there and we saw him the moment we cleared customs. Gayle squealed with delight and ran into his arms, not caring that the whole of the airport saw her lovely little bottom clad only in the tiniest panties one could imagine.
I learned later that that particular scene wasn’t at all unusual, I was far from being the only cuckold who had brought his wife to the tiny island in order for her to sample the delights on offer!
I still smiled as they enjoyed a deep, open mouth kiss before getting in his car for the short ride to his palatial home just yards from a golden sanded beach on which I saw many naked couples, a good half of which were interracial.
“Oh wow,” Gayle laughed, “This is beautiful.”
“Stunning,” I said in agreement and she giggled again.
“A girl could go astray here.”
That brought a deep laugh from Jason, who’d driven most of the way with his left hand under her tiny skirt.
“I think you’ve already gone astray.”
His home was beautiful, tastefully decorated and sumptuously furnished. He showed us to our room which overlooked the beach and showed no surprise when my wife wrapped herself around him and rubbed herself against the growing bulge in his shorts.
Pushing him backward until they fell on the bed together she pulled down his shorts and greedily devoured his semi-erect cock. I felt my own cock coming to life as I watched her slobbering over it, using her tongue as she kneaded his heavy balls.
“God but you’re a horny bitch,” he grunted and Gayle could only nod enthusiastically, wiggling her sexy little backside at me.
I pushed her skirt up around her waist and eased her panties down, they were like a tiny cloth that had just been used for washing dishes. Leaving his cock alone, she scrambled up over him and moaned sensuously as she lowered herself down onto his magnificent black pole.
“Ooh yes,” she sighed, “This was worth the journey alone, fuck me, Jason, fuck me nice and slow.”
I sat down in a chair opposite where I could clearly see him fucking her with long, deep and sensuous strokes as they kissed passionately.
“Are you enjoying this, Paul?” she asked, “Are you enjoying watching my lover fuck me?”
“You know I am.”
“Did you like seeing me with his big, black cock in my mouth? And my little white hands playing with his balls?”
“It was great,” I said truthfully. “I want to see him cum inside you.”
“Mmm, yes, he’s going to fill me up aren’t you darling, fill me up for my husband.”
I didn’t mind her calling him darling now, I’d got over my initial jealousy, in fact, it just seemed a lot better, hornier somehow.
“I can feel every inch of his cock up me,” she gasped, “It feels so fucking good, stretching me, stretching my cunt, Paul.”
“We’re going to do this on the beach tomorrow,” Jason said as he shagged her lovingly, “I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone on the beach.”
“Ooh God yes, let’s do it in the surf, we’ll show them all what a fucking slut I am.”
“You should get a tattoo, Gayle,” I said, “A queen of spades tattoo right near your pussy.”
“Yes,” she sighed, “yes, I’d love one, let’s find someone tomorrow.”
Jason was moving faster now, his huge cock powering in and out as his excitement rose and I knew that Gayle was near to cumming too.
“Jason,” she squealed, “Jason, I’m cumm…” then the orgasm took her, she jammed her self down on his shaft and I could see his cock as he pumped, emptying himself inside her.
