"Ok, then." She raised herself forward and her pussy was on top of the woman's mouth and nose and now she couldn't breathe. She was flailing but she didn't tap out. She fought for 30 seconds or so until the emcee blew the horn. The big lady jumped up and started flexing her muscles and gesturing to the crowd. The thinner woman lied on the mat for a little while.
The emcee said, "Well, you dirty perverts, we have to have a winner. One will get a sinful massage, and the other serves in the Red Room." They cheer. "Okay, how many thought Audrey won?" Some of the audience cheered. "How many think Sherry won?" And most of the audience cheered.
Audrey, the younger fighter made a shocked face and flipped off the audience. "You guys are really shitty, really shitty." It was obvious she wasn't too concerned with losing. Both women left the stage together. The emcee addressed us as a group. "I'm sorry you had to see that. You're here to fall in love again and we're just oiling people up and making 'em rassle."
Why are we not eating? I wondered. They had been bringing us drinks faster than we could drink them, but still no food. I was getting light headed. Adam was getting animated. He was really into this.
The emcee came out again and said, "Who's hungry?" Cheering. "I bet you guys down here are hungry. You came all the way from the States." "She pointed at me, "Where are you from, my lady?"
"Midwest, right in the middle."
"Well Mrs. Midwest, are you hungry?"
"Yes, very!"
"Then come on up to the stage. We've got some ribs for you and your crew. Bring them with you." All 12 of us went onto the stage. It wobbled a little. Four women came out onto the stage with tables and chairs and we were motioned to sit down. "Girls on this side, guys on that side. You're welcome to strip down if you don't want to get your clothes dirty." The crowd roared again, only one husband did. That was Brian, Julie's husband. He was a goof ball. "Ok. So here's the deal. You guys are going to eat these together with your partner. Isn't that nice?" Some cheering. "Catch is, though. You can't use your hands."
"Ooooh," goes the crowd.
I was excited. Adam and I always work together well. We had this. The attractive ladies brought the ribs out and put them on the table. They put tiny little napkins on our collars and they fell down immediately. It was just a gag. But we were ready.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Whichever couple finishes first gets — well, what do they get, guys?"
"Six-hand all-male massage, sorry dudes. But the last two couples have to play naked Twister on this very stage!" The crowd loved it! "Not really, but that would be fun if we had more time." Boooooo. "Let's get going. Ready. Set. GO!"
All 12 of us picked up a charred rib with our teeth and tried to chew the meat off, but it wasn't working. Adam and I decided to team this thing and he would hold one end of the rib and I would eat the other end, then we shuffled. Seeing how this worked, the other couples started doing it, too. It dawned on me just then that the people behind me were getting an eye shot up my dress at my little black thong. But it was over in a minute after that of nippling, licking, and sucking on these meat stick, that we finished and won.
We, along with the rest of the club, were served ribs with local fare while they ladies cleaned up the stage. Before we were done eating, the emcee came back out with even more excitement in her voice. "And now...for our special night with our special friends, we have a special treat. We've got some special packages for you!" Loud cheering, especially by the ladies. "Let's go, my big black boars!"
Four guys came up onto the stage in their clothes. "And now, if I could have the men of the last two finishers from earlier come up." Loud beckoning and cheering. So, both went up after a little protesting. Their wives basically pushed them up there.
All six men were on stage now: four Bahamians and two white Americans. The emcee directed them to be all in a row. She said, "Who wants to see some skin?!" The women cheered loudly. "Okay, boars. How do we want to do this? Oh, I know. How about you guys take off all of your clothes except your underwear. Now, go!" The men all undressed. The white husbands were obviously less excited to be naked. One Bahamian was already naked because he wasn't wearing underwear. His package was nice. Even soft I could tell his dick would be bigger than average.
The men were standing in a row now in their underwear, well mostly. The Americans were in boxer briefs and the Bahamians were in tight briefs that showed their bulges so well. They posed and played to the audience, Hula Hooping their packages out toward the people. I tried not to stare but, goodness, I couldn't stop. "Okay, now ladies, our special ladies, I need all six of you bitches up here. You...are going to...put oil on our boars. We were up to the stage and then we all kind of froze because we didn't know which man to go to. The wives of the two white husbands went to them. Dalia said, "Oh, gawd, ladies, just pick one."
I went to the Bahamian with the smallest bulge. Piggies brought us our oil bottles and we started oiling our men. "Now, make sure you get everything, ladies. Between the toes, behind the ears, in his belly button." We did as we were told. I stood in front of my guy and rubbed his skinny shoulders with oil, then his neck and ears and cheeks and forehead. Then I rubbed his pecs and nipples, sweeping down his rippled abs and lats. His body was perfect, on the thin side. He was fit but not super muscly. The men were wiggling and showing off while we oiled them.
"I noticed you're all almost done with the top half. Looks like it's time to do the bottom half. On cue, all three Bahamian men bent over and pulled their underwear down and off. Loud cheering and screaming. After quite a bit of hesitation, the white men did, too. I wanted to look back at Adam to let him know I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't face him. This was too painful for both of us, I thought. One younger blonde-headed wife eagerly pounced on oiling up that huge dick. The white wives started at the feet and worked their way up. Three of us other white wives started with the dicks, I think to get it over with. At least that was my motivation.
Within seconds, all four of these monuments to the pinnacle of Man became semi-hard. All four sprung to life going from flaccid, to semi, to hard within about 30 seconds. I'm not sure why we stroked these huge black snakes for a full 30 seconds now that I think about it. It must have been quite a sight for the locals, seeing these tourists come in town and within two hours, they're stroking black meat in front of a whole crowd. We made our way down the legs with the swinging cocks in our faces. It was awkward. The men danced slightly and played to the audience. They were reveling.
All four of us got down on our knees to get the feet and slide the full length up and down the legs to be thorough. My guy was in my face and he was about 8-9 inches. His balls were huge, too. The next guy was a little bigger, about about the same length but thicker. The next was 9-10 and skinny. The last one, who looked just like Idris Elba with a beard, was somewhere around 10-12. Not sure. I couldn't do math at the moment, between the alcohol, shiny gods, and huge dicks in my face! God, it was fat and huge! More loud cheering. I felt bad for the two white guys. Their skin didn't shine the same way, the had less muscle definition, and their penises were smaller, from 4-6 inches,
All 12 of us went off the back of the stage to wash up. The best looking one, with that giant dick, came up to me and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Michael. People will call me, Big Mike."
"I can see why," I said stupidly. Dammit that was embarrassing. I can't believe I said that. It turned out to be no deal, because he just smiled and continued.
"I'm really glad you're here. I run the counseling program — well actually my wife Dalia runs it. She was the emcee. She's a bit of everything on this island." None of the 12 of us realized it then, but it was actually called, "Big Mike's Island" by the locals. He was in complete control. He and Dalia ran their island like two benevolent royalty. Big Mike was the King here and Dalia the Queen. I'll explain more a little later.
Big Mike asked if he could show me the island. I asked if I should go get Adam and Big Mike said, "No, just tell him the owner wants to give you a tour. Don't argue with him. Just say it and walk away. Let's see what he does." He smiled his huge, gorgeous smile. Even though he was dressed now, in a tight white t-shirt and worn jeans he filled out nicely, I couldn't stop thinking about that dick. Goodness! I had no idea dicks could get that big. He said, "Come, let's get out of here," took my hand, and lead me out the door.
I thought of Adam sitting at that dumb table confused and worried.
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They call me Big Mike I would imagine because of my dick, but I allow it because I want people to know who's in charge here. It's important for a man to take charge of his world. Of course having a huge cock helps.
Before I pulled his wife out, I overheard Dalia ask her husband, "Are you sure you're ready for this," and the dude said, "Ready for what?" I love it. 12 people are going to learn many lessons this week.
One of the lessons these husbands are going to learn is that their women like to do shit, not just sit around watching Netflix, reading, doing housework. Mondane lifestyles kill the body, mind, and the marriage. So I led this beautiful, sexy little housewife down a road she might not come back from. But if she does, she will be different and she'll have a better marriage. We shall see.
