Sunday – Ist Day as BBC slut wife
We managed to get up and shower for a late breakfast, and my wife surprised me by not wearing her ever-present bra and panties to the dining room - only a T-shirt and shorts. The waiter, Andre, did his usual flirting,
"Missy, ja look especially good this mahning! (his eyes on her chest) Didja have a fine night?"
She blushed, and I thought her nipples pushed harder against their slight covering.
"Yeah, I did!" she answered.
"A fine Jamaican night, Missy?" he asked with a wink. That brought a bigger blush, but to my surprise she also sat up straighter and pushed her tits out toward him.
"Oh Yes, Andre!"
"Ah, good! I get ja some more orange juice - ja need ja energy!!' and with another wink he was gone.
We looked at each other and giggled. "Do you suppose he knows?" "Well, he does now!"
During and after breakfast we talked about what had happened and what it meant and where we were going from here. I asked her if last night had fulfilled the craving she had for hard cock – Big Black Cock.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. "Forgive me, B – but no. If anything the craving is stronger now that I know what it feels like! Even after last night, although I'm sore, my pussy is still aching to be filled!"
She teared up. "Are you disgusted with me – with what a slut I seem to be?"
I reassured her that I loved her and if she wanted to continue her vacation adventure – actually "our" adventure as I was having one also watching and participating – that was ok by me. I told her again I was actually proud of her. What she had done had taken courage and stretched her from her comfort zone. But I was concerned what she felt about all this (translation: was he better than me?)
She said she loved exhibiting and, yes, degrading herself in front of others. All her life people had told her not to act this way or that. As a 7 year old she loved to run around her back yard naked but the neighbors complained. Each one of our beach adventures had given her an increased feeling of freedom and power. She loved the sun on her bare body – and the eyes of people watching her do things she had been told her whole life that she shouldn't.
She also loved the attention from Samuel and the other young men at the club. They made her feel pretty and sexy in a way she hadn't in the years we were raising the kids. She acknowledged that I often told her all that, but she said that she felt I had to - even if it was sincere – as her husband, but to hear it from strangers was a special boost - especially when their erections proved the compliments were real. The feeling she got by acting slutty was another turn on. She lowered her eyes again as she told me about the flood of emotions and physical feelings as she had given herself to a man not her husband for the first time – felt him possess her body and fill the aching that she had been feeling the last few days: his muscles, his hardness inside her, how he had brought her to orgasms like she had never had before. All while I watched. It wasn't that he was better than me, but the newness, the adventure, the taboo were like a drug. After the rush, there was an emptiness again in her pussy that needed to be filled again. She wanted more.
There was another aspect also. Samuel was laid back, gentle, romantic and flirty, but there was a darker side of him also that caused her to respond as if she had no control. It was the same feeling she had when we played bondage games, but with an added sense of danger – she knew I wouldn't harm her and she could stop things at any time, which took some of the edge off, but there was a sense of threat in Samuel that kicked the submissive side of her into high gear. She felt she had to submit with no reservations or safety net. Last night he had demanded things of her that she normally would have refused – and did initially – but the look in his eye and his take charge attitude in the bed made her want to do anything he demanded.
"B? One question: If we continue this: what about my rings? Do you want me to take them off when I am with another man?"
I had thought about that last night when the moonlight glinted off them as she held his cock to suck it. The fact that she asked the question with the word "when" and not "if" told me she intended to continue. The fact that I had already formed an answer meant I wanted her to.
"No, keep them on. In fact make sure everyone sees them when you dance or perform on the beach – or fuck. Let them know you are a married slut. But they are also a reminder of us – a tie between us that no other lover will have with you." She glowed. "Thank you B!"
"I'm a 42 year old mother of two but with him I feel like a teenager just discovering sex!"
But, she assured me, there was no love here. Just athletic sex and some interesting mind games. I was her lover, husband, provider and the father of her children. No matter how carried away she might get here, I should remember that and that she would always be going home with me.
"So, that still leaves us with where we go from here. What do you want to do today?" (A test)
