I was a 22 year old newlywed the first time I traveled outside of the United States. My husband was a 23 year old Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps and we married before his first deployment to Iraq in 2008. We honeymooned at an adults only resort in Jamaica and our marriage almost didn't survive its first week but we have been happily married ever since.
My first mistake, though it was actually a blessing, was that I didn't do much research into the resort. I had wanted to go to Sandals but we didn't have the money and the reviews for the resort I chose were all very good. They raved about the staff and how friendly everyone was. They said the food was great, the drinks were plentiful and the amenities were top notch. That was all I needed to know and I booked the trip myself rather than spend extra for a travel agent. What I missed was that most of resort guests were swingers. I found that out when John and I walked to the beach which was separated into two sections, the nude and the prude. I certainly wasn't a prude, though I'd never been to a nude beach. In high school I had been something of a slut. I lost my virginity at 14 to our high school quarterback and by the time I graduated I had fucked or sucked off at least two dozen boys. I had a preference for clean cut farm boys and in Iowa they were plentiful but after a few drinks I sometimes got rather indiscriminate and as a result after 4 years of college my list of partners looked like a United Nations meeting.
John didn't hesitate taking off his swimsuit. He had always been a confident guy and he had a great body and a nice dick. I was more hesitant because I was still trying to lose the 20lbs I'd gained in college but with some coaxing I too shed my suit and walked onto the sand.
We had been at the beach for about fifteen minutes when John nudged me and pointed to his left. When I looked my jaw dropped. Standing about twenty feet from us was a tallish, slender, very dark skinned black man. A half dozen resort guests, mostly female, were crowded around him and the conversations were loud, playful and animated.
Between the legs of the skinny Jamaican man was the largest dick I had ever seen and the female resort guests were commenting and even touching his huge dick.
John and I started to laugh but our laughter turned to shock when one of the women dropped to her knees and began sucking the man's big black dick. It grew before our very eyes until it reached its full potential at which point a second woman joined in the fun.
John and I watched for the next hour as all of the women sucked and some got fucked by the well hung black man. When their fun ended we headed straight to our room and fucked like rabbits until we were exhausted. Then we cleaned up and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and drinking beside the pool.
The next day we watched it happen again with a new group of women and again, when it ended, John and I scurried off to fuck in private.
On day three we started drinking at breakfast. We were both a little hung over from the night before but a few mimosas cleared that up quickly and we continued to drink through lunch. After lunch John and I took our usual spot on the beach. I was hoping to see another live sex show but I was disappointed when the well hung black man wasn't there. I ordered another drink and while I waited for it he showed up.
John saw me smile and gave me a nudge. "You should go talk to him before there's a crowd. I want a picture of you next to that giant cock."
I hesitated for a second and laughed, not thinking he was serious, but he nudged me again and in my heavily buzzed state I figured what the hell.
I climbed naked from my chaise and swallowed what was left in my drink. My heart was racing and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I walked over to him. He was above average height and very thin with sinewy arms and legs. His semi flaccid dick reached halfway down his thigh and it was even darker than the rest of his very dark skin, with a brown head that was partially covered by a small, unclipped foreskin. He smelled really good and he flashed me a warm smile as I drew near.
I could feel John's eyes on me as I inhaled slowly, drawing his natural musk into my lungs.
They say that smells are the most powerful memory trigger and his scent instantly reminded me of a boy I hooked up with in high school. His name had been Terrance Murphy and he too was black. He'd been a short, muscular boy who played running back in football and was the starting point guard on our basketball team.
"Hello," the man said in a thick Jamaican accent as he looked first into my eyes and then at my perky, 22 year old b cup breasts.
"Hi," I giggled nervously. I felt my pussy getting wet from his scent, the memory of Terrance, and the mental image of the live sex shows I'd seen the two previous days.
"I'm Trevor," he said as he extended his slender hand.
"Christine," I giggled. "My husband wanted to get a picture of me with you. We watched you yesterday with those other women. Well, we watched the day before that too." I was babbling, as often happens when I get nervous, but I stopped talking abruptly and looked up at him. He had a warm, pleasant face and a disarming smile that had a much needed calming effect on me.
"Certainly," Trevor said with a big smile. He slipped his arm around my waist and turned us both to face John.
