The first full night there, the men had the opportunity to fuck their wives. As with Dan, the guys had no idea that unless something out of the ordinary happened, they would not be fucking them for the duration of the vacation. Dan was definitely turned on watching Valerie dancing so closely with her dance partner. Obviously, she was equally aroused and ready to fuck. The other guests were there and watched the interaction of the white wives with the black men. Several of the older guests, the benefactors, were just as interested in the reactions of the white husbands. The lone couple was watching everything and seemed to be having a great time. The older husband spent as much time kissing his younger wife and rubbing her pussy and breasts as he did watching the hot dance action.
The next morning, the husbands were all assembled on the pier where they could catch fish or play volleyball. On the beach clearly in their view, their wives were being given instructions on snorkeling. The swimsuits were different than the more modest ones the women had worn the day before. It was red thongs and very small tops. Indeed, some of the women were, like Valerie, quite blessed in the breast department. The others had nothing to be ashamed of either. Dan guessed that the smallest cup size in the bunch was still a solid C. Almost all the black men were there dressed in tiny G-strings. The pouches barely contained the soft, yet full cocks. When they were wet, there was little left to the imagination.
Dan noticed that Valerie was being attended by two very tall, very thick island men. They guided her on a small float out into the surf and instructed her on how to look through her mask and breathe through the snorkel. Dan knew that she already knew all of this and the instructions were just a way for the studs to rub her ass and legs while they manipulated the float. On several occasions, Dan noticed that Valerie was eyeball to waist with either of two growing black cocks. After about an hour, most of the women shed their tops. The black attendants had some of the staff come out and serve drinks. The groups talked and rubbed each other while the attendants returned to shore with some of the skimpy tops. They took several breaks ostensibly so the women would not sunburn. The black guys, of course applied plenty of sunscreen and oil to their backs and then to the fronts. Dan noticed that Valerie, along with most of the topless women made no attempt to dissuade the black island men from coating their beasts with oil also. Naturally the men wanted to make sure that the coverage was complete, so they spent an undue amount of time massaging the full breasts of the white women. They were a little out of range, but Dan still believed that some of the black cocks were already escaping from the tiny G-strings and being lathered up. The women ate a light lunch in the shade of a small pavilion. Then men were served sandwiches and beer in the shade of the palm trees.
After lunch, the ladies adjourned to the spa for showers and massages. The guys were still in their khaki wrap arounds and Dan was sporting wood most of the morning. He was trying to keep it hidden, but most of the husbands were also getting erections watching the women being wooed by the big black islanders. After lunch, the guys were issued fresh wrap arounds that exposed a little more opening. Now the erections were impossible to ignore. Even with the women gone, there were still some red faces and raging white cocks of varying sizes. Dan at least confirmed that he was about average. Around midafternoon, the guys were taken to the shaded pavilion. One of the men was taken into the dressing room and returned with a cloth that did not wrap around. The front was open and his cock was tiny and flaccid. Dan felt sorry for the guy at first and wondered why he was the only one who was dressed this way. The answer was forthcoming.
The guy's wife, a beautiful brunette with medium cut curly hair appeared with only a G-string on to cover her bare pussy. They would learn later that the first spa session concentrated on Brazilian waxing for all the women. A large black island man appeared and embraced the woman. They kissed and he touched her all over, finally helping her out of her G-string. As they embraced again, she rubbed him all over and moved her hand to the expanding pouch. With one pull, she untied the string and a massive black cock bobbed into view. She took him in her hands and kneeled before him. She could barely get the bulbous head into her widely stretched jaws. He held her head as he plunged a little more into her waiting mouth. Once he was fully hard, he guided her to a cushioned table in the middle of the pavilion. He laid her down and then moved his mouth to her waiting sex. As he lapped her wet pussy with his thick native tongue, she reached the first of many climaxes. Once he had serviced her this way, he mounted her and gently placed his black cock head at the opening of her vagina. He moved his penis up and down her slit until she was begging for him to fuck her. He entered her slowly and pushed in slightly, increasing his depth with each methodical stroke. About halfway in, the woman screamed and had a huge orgasm. She continued to have them as he plunged deeper and deeper into her womanhood.
As he neared the end of her vagina, he was bumping into her uterus. Once he had established the maximum depth, he began backing out more each stroke and then plunging more rapidly until he banged the door of the womb. She winced each time until she had a paralyzing moment and fell limp. The black man then took two major strokes and froze himself while he pumped her cunt full of black island man baby making cum.
After the whispers and shudders had died down, the black guy helped the woman up and she was given a bag by her new lover. She removed a pair of pink panties from the bag and approached her husband. She kissed him and had him step into the panties. She lay in front of him and had him service her cum dripping pussy. Apparently, the husband was used to eating her cummy pussy, for he did not hesitate and knew exactly what was required of him. Dan was excited but repelled by the scene. Surely, he would not be required to do this to his wife.
Once the spectacular sex exhibition concluded, it became apparent to all the husbands that it was their destiny to see their white wives taken by big black island men. The wives were instructed to have sex with the black me in open air settings or at least in buildings that were open to all the vacationers, guests and even staff. The staff was included because the wife or even the stud might require something during the mating ritual. They would certainly not need condoms. These were banned from the island. Occasionally a staff member would be sent to fetch the white cuckold in case the wife and a bull had started without him. The goal was to include the white guys every time his wife was having sex. For the most part this did happen, but occasionally a special sponsor guest would initiate a coupling between several bulls and white women.
The next time after the initial sex show for all, the cuckold husband was seen he was wearing a still smaller wrap around skirt that showed the left side of his leg clad in the pink panties. Soon all the wives were wearing nothing except skimpy bikinis, if you wanted to call it that. The suits were known as wicked weasels and barely covered the lady's vulva and nipples. The rest was just a colored elastic string. The women wore them at will or went without. Some shoes were required for the activities. When they were at the pavilion or spa, the women wore heels. Otherwise they wore simple canvas shoes or went barefoot. In addition, the first sex participant was next seen with a fresh queen of spades tattoo on her breast. She did have some say of the positioning of the tattoo. That way when she returned to her civilian life, she could wear clothing that either hid the tattoo or she could let it show for the world. That gave some insight to the husbands and guests about how the women would reconcile the newfound love of big black cock once the vacation was over.
In short order the dominoes of the cuckolds fell one by one. By the second day each guy was wearing the skirt and panties signifying that the had been cuckolded by the black island men. It never materialized that one of the cuckolds had a fit of jealousy. The screening had been designed to weed out the faint of heart or any man who might have second thoughts. There was always the forfeiture of the escrow account for the special air accommodations, but that was not really meant to be penal. It might have some bearing later in the vacation just in case any husband or wife for that matter had second thoughts about enjoying the free cuckold vacation.
