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 A Black Lover for My Wife on Our Holiday

   A few years ago my wife and I went on a holiday to Barbados.  As our
plane winged its way my wife confided to me that she fancied being fucked
by a black guy, and wondered aloud if that might happen during our holiday.
Her thoughts appealed to me too.  The thought of her moaning and screaming
while being rammed by a huge black cock really turned me on for some
reason.

   During the first two days we were there, she had eyed up a number of
local guys.  She was quite flirty, and had got to know some of them quite
well as we sat on the beach sunbathing.  One guy was quite handsome.  He
had tight dreadlocks and a tanned, fit body.  He was a very gentle and kind
guy, about 30-years-old, and my wife encouraged his attentions.

   At first he would just come and talk to her and sit on the edge of her
beach chair.  Gradually the talk became more personal, and she flirted
outrageously with him, right in front of me.  One morning they walked up
the beach together.  When they returned, my wife announced she had arranged
to see him that evening.

   I was really turned-on hearing that.  I wanted to know every detail of
what they had said.  She told me that he found her attractive, that he
wanted to fuck her, and that she had readily agreed.

   The rest of the morning and afternoon I was in a high state of arousal.
I had a hard-on most of the time, as my mind built up pictures of them
together.  I asked her what she would wear, and we planned it together.

   In the evening, I watched as she got dressed in pink lacy boy shorts, a
black bra, and camouflage pants, with matching mesh top that showed off her
bra and bare skin to perfection.

   When she was ready, I kissed her goodbye, and told her to have a really
good time.  After she left, I sat restlessly in the hotel room.  My mind
could not stop thinking of them together.

   After quite a while she returned, looking exhilarated, flushed, and very
happy.  I wanted to know exactly what had happened...  every little detail.
She told me she had picked him up in the car park, and they had driven
along the beach to a secluded spot he knew under the bushes on the beach.

   She told me she stripped completely, and that he had taken pictures of
her nude, and with her legs spread.  He then stripped and lay down beside
her, kissing her, and running his hands over her expectant and taught body.
She reported that he entered her slowly, and she had felt her vagina
stretched as his huge member penetrated her.

   I held my wife and kissed all over her body as she told me that he had
worked slowly and carefully to make sure she did not get hurt by her first
experience of such a large cock.  She told me he eventually pushed her legs
over her shoulders to get as far inside her as possible.  At each stage, he
took Polaroid pictures of them together...  to show me.  She showed them to
me.  What an outrageous turn-on to see pictures of my white wife with her
legs spread wide, and a very thick black cock connected to her.

   I had such good sex with her while she was telling me all that, and
showing me the photographs!  She was so wet and stretched.  I had never
experienced anything like that as I fucked her and talked about her special
night out.

   The next three days were repeated in much the same way.  During the day
he would come over to us on the beach, and spend time sitting on her sun
bed, touching her, and talking to her.  He was not quite ignoring me, but
he left me in no doubt that he fancied her, and would have sex with her
again.  That really blew my mind, just watching them and listening.

   I would have loved to have been there to watch them have sex.  My wife
is so vocal and sensual when having sex.  I asked if I could do that, but
she though he would never agree.

   I often think about that holiday, and would love to repeat the
experience again.