It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. I had just finished a ham sandwich and was returning to my recliner to watch some college football when an idea hit me. It would be a great day for the beach and my wife Pat still had not worn the new bikini that we had bought a few weeks ago.
In my mind I could picture my lovely blond wife wearing the skimpy red bikini. The top barely contained her firm full breasts. What I had really liked about the top was that it was low enough to partially reveal the tattoos that were on her breasts. On the slope of her right breast just above the nipple was a tattoo of the word "Black". At the same location on the slope of her left breast was the work "Owned".
You could not easily read the words but if my wife stopped paying attention for even a moment the top would inevitably slip lower clearly revealing the text and telling the world that she had been and still was a whore for black cock.
The side straps of the bikini bottom arched up over her hips and then met and became a single narrow strip of cloth as they dipped between the cheeks of her ass. Passing between her legs the cloth widened again as it rose upward to embrace the lips of her shaved pussy and widened still more as it spread and rose up to cup her mound. At the top the cloth dipped deeply down in the front almost to the top of her pussy lips. In the process the red cloth made a beautiful frame for the "Queen of Spades" tattoo inked into her milk white flesh just above her pussy.
When I made her buy the bikini Pat had sworn that she would never be seen wearing it in public but I knew that secretly she enjoyed her status as a black whore and even though she would whine and moan she would eventually agree to wear the bikini. I could hardly wait.
I suppose that I am not what would be called a "normal" husband and clearly the husband wife relationship between Pat and I was not "traditional". We both had unusual sexual tastes but it was fortunate that our tastes meshed well. I enjoyed watching my wife having sex with other men. I am not a selfish or possessive person so sharing my most cherished possession seemed a natural thing. Watching other men enjoy it when my wife sucked their cock or seeing the joy on Pat's face as a strange cock was being pumped into her pussy or ass was a turn on for me. If watching my wife with one man was a turn on then seeing her servicing a group of men was like the winning the lottery.
Only one thing gave me more of a hard on and that was when the man or men were black. The darker the men were the better. The contrast between my wife's milk white skin and the black skin of her lovers would often be sufficient to cause me to cum. Watching as a long black cock slid between my wife's pink lips and plunged down her throat until her nose was firmly pressed against her lover's crotch drove me wild. In addition I really enjoyed helping a large black cock slip between the lips of her pussy and plunge deep into the warm welcoming grasp of her vagina. Her rosebud ass hole had entertained a number of different black cocks also and the ultimate turn on for both of us was when all of her holes were filled with black meat at the same time.
Walking past my recliner I went hunting for my wife. "Pat!" I yelled as I headed to the back of the house. I finally found her in the den working on the computer. "Sweetheart it is so pretty outside we should go out and get some sun."
She looked up at me and smiled saying "I think that would be nice. What did you have in mind?"
"I think that it would be a great day to head out to the beach. You could wear your new bikini." I watched as the smile slowly left her face to be replaced by a frown as she realized what I had in mind.
"Steve you know that I told you I would not wear that skimpy thing in public. For heaven's sake you know that my Queen of Spades tattoo is clearly visible and you can almost see the tattoos on my breasts. What in the world are you thinking about wanting your wife to go out like that?"
"Come on Pat. We're just going to the beach. Nothing is going to happen there in public."
"Steve you won't be the one on that beach broadcasting your availability for any black cock in the area."
"Sweetheart we both know that you are proud of that tattoo. You worked hard for it."
"You're damned right I did. I took a lot of black cock and cum in all my holes to earn that. I had three guys fucking me at once and then, after we put on a good show for the gang the Boss had the nerve to have his men hold me down while the tattoos that I never asked for were inked into my skin. Being proud of it does not mean that I want to broadcast my availability to any black guy in the area. You know that tattoo means that I am available for use by any black."
"Aw come on Pat. Nothing will happen and, even if it does, you know that it will be a turn on for both of us. Go get the suit on. It's getting late and we need to get going." She walked away from me grumbling but I noticed that she headed for the bedroom.
We both put on swim suits under our clothes and headed to the car. Conversation was pretty limited as we drove to the beach each of us wondering what the next few hours would bring.
It was a pretty short drive to the beach and when we arrived we retrieved a small cooler, some towels and a blanket from the trunk and headed down to the beach. You could hear the waves crashing on the shore as we walked through a series of dunes covered with some sort of beach grass. When we got to the beach there were quite a few people there but it wasn't too crowded since it was late in the summer.
We spread the blanket and Pat proceeded to lie down on her stomach and asked me to rub some lotion on her back and the back of her legs to keep her pale skin from burning. After completing my rather enjoyable task I reached into the cooler and pulled out a Coors and popped the top and got comfortable myself.
As I sat there a few people wandered past and enjoyed the view of my wife laying there with her legs slightly parted. For the most part the traffic was made up of couples and families. At one point two young men wandered past and slowed for a good look. They appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old. I noted that one was white and one was black. A short time later they came back going in the other direction. Once again they paused to enjoy the view and then walked on and I thought no more of it.
It occurred to me that this might be a good opportunity to stir things up a bit. I told Pat, who remained unaware of the young men, that she was beginning to look a little pink despite the sun tan lotion and suggested that it would be a good time for her to turn over. By now she was already a little drowsy and relaxed so she readily complied and once again I lathered her sweet pale skin with lotion.
She was in a semi drowsy state so, when in the process of applying the lotion, I applied a little pressure between her legs she obligingly spread them wider. As she did so I manipulated the skimpy cloth covering her pussy to the side exposing her pussy lips.
I did much the same thing when I lathered her chest making sure to push the top lower completely exposing the "Black Owned" tattoo on her breasts.
Then I sat back to wait and see if the two young men came back. About fifteen minutes later I noticed a group of men walking up the beach. The two young men were returning and had brought two more black men with them. As they came closer I noticed that the two new men were considerably older than the two teens that I had been expecting.
As they reached us they all stopped to enjoy the view of my wife's exposed charms. Nothing was said but they clearly took note of the Queen of Spades tattoo so beautifully framed by the red bikini bottom. One of the newcomers even walked around Pat taking note of the "Black Owned" tattoos. Finally they wandered on down the shore animatedly chatting among themselves.
I could not tell if my wife was actually asleep or pretending to be asleep. She had on dark sunglasses and with the glare of the sun it was not even possible to tell if her eyes were open. Whether she was aware of it or not she had put on a tantalizing show for the four men.
It wasn't long before I was once again able to see the men returning down the beach. This time, when they reached us, they paused and the older gentleman smiled at me and said "Your wife is very lovely."
I returned his smile nodding and said "Yes she is. I am a very lucky man. My name is Steve and her name is Pat."
The older gentleman held out his hand and said "My name is Hiram, Steve." Motioning to the man next to him he said "This is my son Daryl, my grandson Jerome and our friend Clive."
I shook his proffered hand saying "It's nice to meet you all. What brings you to the beach today?