Pam's Jamaican Adventure

Early the next morning, I woke up first. We had fallen asleep in each other's arms and during the night, Pam had rolled over on her back. I had literally slept like a log and was in the same position I was when I fell asleep. I had slept on my left side with my left arm was under Pam's back and my neck resting on her right arm which was extended fully across my pillow. I lifted my head slightly and saw her left arm fully extended the other way. Her right leg was touching my legs and her left leg wide open. In short she was almost spread-eagled.

My eyes were immediately drawn to her trimmed pussy. It seemed trimmed more than her usual. I had asked her many times to just leave a landing strip but she would always say that it got too itchy when it started to grow back and would just shave about one inch off each side to prevent stray hairs sticking out the bottom of her swim suit. It looked like she had shaved more this time. I decided that the brown triangle was definitely smaller.

I was spell-bound looking at her lying there in the most provocative pose imaginable and two thoughts came into my mind: the first is the most obvious one, "I want to fuck her right now!" , the second, "This is definitely not 'coyote ugly'!"

My eyes drifted up her torso and settled on her tits. I winced at their appearance. The tips of nipples were cracked and scabs were beginning to form. The distinct finger marks I had seen the night before had almost blended into one inch wide black and blue lines across the tops of her breasts as the extent of the bruising became more apparent. It was very hard to look at. I knew she would be hurting when she woke up.

My eyes moved to her face. There was an almost ecstatic look; a seductive smile, eyes closed but yet inviting. She moaned softly and I watched her eye balls dart from side to side behind her closed lids. She was dreaming! Her mouth slowly opened and her tongue darted out. It seemed like she was French kissing someone. She moaned again! Her lips pursed and her cheeks pulled inward. Was she dreaming that she was sucking on someone cock? I felt the leg draped over my legs start to move. I looked down and saw she was now in the classic M pose. Her hips were tipped up and there was a hint of thrusting as though she was being fucked. She moaned almost inaudibly, "So big! So good!"

Her back arched up lifting her ass off the bed and her legs clamped together and she moaned much louder, "Oh my God! I am cumming! Cum in me! Make me yours!"

She went completely still and then rolled over so we were in the same position that we fell asleep in; facing each other lips almost touching, her arms holding me and her left leg on top of my legs. She was so close I couldn't resist and kissed her. Her eyes still closed she kissed back. I will never forget the look on her face when she woke up; half-surprise and half-disappointment. She said, "I was dreaming!"

I asked, "Who was the lucky guy?"

She lied, "It was you!"

"No it wasn't." I shot back a little bit peeved about her lie.

"How can you say who I was dreaming about?" Pam argued.

"The look on your face when you opened your eyes said that you expected someone else to be there." I said understandingly.

When she saw that I was not that upset, she giggled, "Was it that obvious? I was expecting Winston. He was fucking me in my dream."

"I have been awake for few minutes and was watching you all that time. Your dream lover must be very good. He had you cumming in less than thirty seconds."

"No it was much longer than that in my dream. He took me to a romantic dinner party at a mansion in the mountains. There were lots of important people there. It was as if I had been invited to one of those fancy socialite cocktail-party flute gigs I played when I lived in DC. There was a flute quartet playing Vivaldi at dinner and to make it even weirder, my ex hubby Dave was playing bass; weird because a flute quartet doesn't have a string bass. After dinner Winston took me on a tour of his mansion and by the time we got back downstairs all of the other guests were naked and having sex. We sat on the sofa and kissed for a while. It didn't take long for Winston to have my clothes off because I was so drunk from the champagne and wine at dinner and so high on a few drags of his joint as he showed me around. He pushed me down on his cock and I had trouble getting my lips around it. It seemed like I sucked forever but when I thought he was going to cum he pulled me off and laid me on my back and fucked me. It was so big and felt so good.

"I know! That's what you said while you were asleep. Was I in the dream?" I interrupted.

"Only at the beginning when our Winston picked me up at our room. He knocked on the door as if he was an old friend. Shook your hand and you meekly said, "Take good care of my wife, please."

The answer hit me hard. I was worried. "What made you think that I would be such a wimp?"

"It was just a dream! I know that you would never let a guy like him take me out!" Pam said exasperated with me. "You don't really believe I want to go out with him after he humiliated me yesterday on the beach, do you?"

"Some say your dreams reveal your subconscious desires. Last night you said you wondered what it would be like to fuck our beach friend's 28 cm cock didn't you?"

"No! I said I wondered what it felt like to fuck a 28 cm cock. Not necessarily Winston's"

"As I remember it, you specifically said 'I was wondering how all 11 inches of Winston's big black Jamaican cock would feel in my pussy.' I guess that's what you were doing in your dream, fucking his 28 cm cock. Did it feel better than my not quite 6 inch cock?"

Pam didn't answer my question changing the subject, "Why are we arguing about a dream?"

I did not answer because my mind had wandered and I had started to think about the afternoon before. "Why can't I bring myself to say his name? Is it as though not saying his name will make Pam not want to fuck his huge cock? We were so intimate last night it made me forget how insecure and helpless I felt as she smoked that joint and danced with him on the beach. He moved on her as though I wasn't even there. That did not really bother me. What did bother me was that after a very brief hesitation, Pam responded to him as though I wasn't there. As soon as he offered her a drag on his weed she slipped away from me and for the next few minutes she was absorbed in him: she danced for him when he asked, she danced with him without the slightest hint of discretion, she let him move his body between her legs while she danced with him, she made no attempt to hide how much she was enjoying humping his huge cock as the music played, and until the last possible second she was heading off the beach with him. Why I was I so intimidated by him that I made no effort to say or do anything to stop what was going on."

It had been about 2 minutes since she had asked her question and she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I guess that I am feeling insecure about what I did yesterday on the beach, what you said last night, and then your dream."

Pam consoled me. "What did you do on the beach yesterday? Wasn't it me that got a little out of control?"

I confided, "That's just it! I did nothing! I watched you and to tell you the truth I was enjoying watching you have a good time until..." I stopped myself in mid-sentence unsure I should tell her how I felt.

She waited a few seconds and asked, "Until what?"

I hesitated and then thought that I had already let the cat out of the bag and answered, "Until you started to hump him while you danced. It seemed the whole mood changed. Before that you and he seemed to be kidding around. When you did that, the expression on your face went to pure lust."

Pam got defensive, "I have told you that when I smoke marijuana, I get turned on. The cannabis seems to go right to my pussy. The weed and Winston's big black cock rubbing on my ass and pussy really had me wet. As you know I needed to fuck. You said it last night. You were the guy who got to fuck me. Why are you insecure?"

"I never saw that look on your face while we were making out or making love. I have heard all kinds of stories about women getting addicted to big black cock and now I remember you telling about that time you had sex with two black guys after a night of doing pot. Watching you with our beach friend gave me a twang of jealousy and a fear of losing you." It was a stream of consciousness thread not an answer.

There was a long silence and we both embraced each other. I needed to hold her close to feel that she was still mine. Unfortunately when I pulled Pam close to me she yelped, as her sore nipples touched my hairy chest. I let her go and my focus abruptly switched from my angst to providing Pam relief from the pain I was at least partly responsible for. I let go of her, rolled over and got the Solarcaine from the nightstand. Pam had already rolled on to her back and was smiling meekly by the time I had rolled back facing her. I opened the lotion and drizzled it on to each nipple. She winced a little as her nipples hardened from the cool liquid hit them.

I put the bottle back on the nightstand and lay on my side watching her biting her lips for about a minute until the pain was numbed. She was gazing at me. It was a guilty look on her face. Some part of my rambling must have hit on a bit of truth. She finally spoke, "I have something to confess!"

Those are not words a husband wants to hear. My heart sank again as I imagined she was going to tell me that her desire for Winston was too strong for her to resist and that she was going to seek him out that day and have him fuck her pussy into oblivion. I was totally wrong.

She asked, 'Do you remember when I told you about the camping trip to Glacier Park?"

I answered, "Yeah, you told me that you were high and you didn't remember much about that wild night but you thought you were fucked by two black guys."

Pam said very softly, "I remember a lot more about that night than I told you."

My ears perked up. I already knew a lot more about that night than Pam had told me because I had found and read a love letter that her boyfriend at the time, Lance had written her. In the letter Lance told her how hot it was watching her being pleasured by him and the black guys, Al and Rob. He was very graphic in his description. I was wondering if there was even more than Lance had written about but I did not want her to know that I had read that love letter.

"I suspected that you were not telling me the whole story. It's time to tell me what happened." I interrupted.

Pam hesitated a minute and then asked me, "Do you promise not to be mad at me?"

"Why do you think I will be mad at you?"

"I was a real slut that night. I did things in that tent that I had never done before not the least of which was I gave two black men my pussy, my mouth and my ass. I knew what I was doing and I loved every minute of it. I had wanted to fuck a black guy since my sister told me that her black boyfriends were the best fucks she ever had.

I told you that I didn't remember much of what happened in the tent that night but I actually remember all of it. I lied to you about that. I also lied about those two guys being the only black guys that I have been with. I told you that Lance was one of my friends that was true but he was also my boyfriend and we were living together back in Illinois."

"Are you telling me that you left out a lot of details that you were ashamed of? Why were you ashamed?"

"I didn't think you wanted to be married to a woman who would do the things I did that night?"

"Did you forget that tape that Jack tried to blackmail you with? Was there anything you did in that tent that night that I didn't see on that tape? On that tape I saw you do group sex, oral sex, lesbian sex, anal sex. I watched you strapped face to a wall, cumming as Jack whacked your ass with a riding crop until the welts were seeping blood. I saw you put binder clips on another woman's nipples. I saw all that before we were married. I married you anyway because I love you. Why would you lie about one night ten years before we met?"

"That night changed me. You said you heard about women addicted to black cock. I wasn't totally addicted but after Rob and Al, I wanted more big black cock, When I got back to campus it was pretty much deserted. Do you remember that I told you about the black guy from Nigeria who wanted me to come back to Africa with him?"

"Yes! You said that you were nice to him and he stalked you all over campus and that he even tried to convince you his father was some big-wig in his country and you would be treated like a queen."

"Yes! That is all true. What I didn't tell you was just how nice I was to him.

"Did he come on to you or did you go after him?"

"Dayo was sitting alone at a street-side table outside of a coffee shop looking very lonely. He was about 6' 5'' tall and very well built. It was mid-August and very hot so he was wearing a tank top and loose shorts. He was reading a book and his hand was down his shorts. I doubt if he realized what he was doing until he looked up and saw me sitting at the table staring at his hand and his crotch. He quickly pulled his hand out and his hard cock sprang straight up. He had that deer in the headlights look until I smiled at him. My eyes met his and he motioned for me to come over."

"You were impressed by his cock?"

"It's a good thing I was wearing a sundress. My pussy was so wet that the tops of my thighs were damp. The tent in his shorts fascinated me and he could tell. He was not shy and asked if I wanted a better look. I nodded yes and 10 minutes later we were in his room. For about two weeks, I spent virtually all my spare time fucking and sucking his magnificent cock. The truth is we couldn't get enough of each other. When his visa expired he had to go back to Nigeria.

"Are you upset that I was such a slut with him?"

"Not really! That was over 20 years ago and it is actually hot to think that my wife had a black lover. It might have been fun to watch you and Dayo together." I teased.

I said it and then panicked. I had just blurted out what I had kept secret from Pam since the first time she told me about the camping trip; that I had a fantasy about her taking a BBC lover. She had just told me in so many words that she was afraid of how I would react if she told me that she was into big black cock. I on the other hand had never told her I would love to see a black cock plowing into her pussy because I was always afraid she would freak out.

I looked at my wife lying on her back naked next to me her nipples covered with thick white lotion and had a wicked thought and pointing to her nipples, I asked her jokingly, "Did your African lover decorate your nipples like that with his cum?"

Pam giggled, "Not exactly! But he did like to cum all over my tits and have me rub it all over my nipples. He said that it was hormone cream and would make me want to fuck more."

I continued the joking, "Did it work? Did you want to fuck him more?"

Pam laughed, "I don't think it would have been possible for me to want to fuck him more. I was obsessed with him and his cock."

I got a little more serious when I heard that. "Just exactly how big was his cock? What else about him made you obsess?"

"He treated me like a queen; waited on me hand and foot, gave me massages, sucked my toes, licked my whole body. I was in heaven when he would slowly put his huge cock in me without hurting me and when it was all the way in, he would just keep it pressing on my cervix. I would cum without either of us moving. Then his magic wand would twitch and I would be cumming again. When he finally started to fuck me, it was like a blur of orgasms. I couldn't tell when one ended and another one began. When he would finally let himself cum, the hot jets of sperm hitting my cervix took me to another level of pleasure. I can't begin to describe it."

I looked her in the eye and asked, "Was he the best you ever had?"

She gave me a sympathetic look as though she knew I was anxious to hear that I was the best and then said, "It is confession time today, so I will tell you that Dayo was the best lover I have ever had. If I had a passport when he left at the end of his student visa, I would have been on the plane with him. When I was dancing with Winston yesterday, it was Dayo I was thinking of. Winston's cock triggered that memory as he humped me."

I have never been very good at hiding my emotions and Pam's confession was a rude awakening. Pam had always seemed ecstatic with my love making. She was very vocal about how good it felt. She always had at least one orgasm. After we finished she would tell how good it felt. I had convinced myself that despite the fact that I was 10 years older, I was still satisfying her. Now she was telling me the truth: at least one of her lovers had taken her to levels of pleasure that I could only dream of taking her to. I might have been able to take that (it was twenty-some years before) but the mention of Winston's cock triggering that old itch really floored me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I rolled over in despair on to my back staring at the ceiling.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pam looking at me. She looked irritated. "I knew I shouldn't have told you all this. You're mad at me aren't you?"

"I'm not mad. I am worried! Worried that I am losing you."

"Why would you say that? I love you!"

"I am worried that you will find someone who is younger, better-looking, and is a better lover."

"Do you think that I would leave you for better sex? You are a great lover! You make me cum all the time. Last night you took me to heaven. What is there to worry about?" Pam said trying to get me out of the funk her story about Dayo had put me in.

"I am worried because of what happened yesterday, what you said last night on the beach and then what you said about our beach friend's cock rubbing against you and you thinking about Dayo. I am worried that you think our beach friend's big black cock will send you to the same pleasure plane that Dayo's did."

"What makes you think that I want Winston to fuck me?

"You said you wondered what his 28 cm cock would feel like."

"I said wondered what his cock would feel like, not that I wanted him to fuck me!"

I raised my voice. "You were more than wondering about it last night. You were preoccupied with it. Isn't fucking him the only way to find out what his 28 cm would feel like?"

"You are angry!" She said.

"Yes! I'm mad!"

I was about to ask her if she lied to me the night before but she interrupted, "I think I can make you stop being mad at me and show you that I love you!"

The next thing I knew she was bent over me with my limp cock between her lips. Pam is a virtuoso flute player. She is also the best cock sucker imaginable. She was right! I tried to stay mad but I stopped being mad. Pam's triple-tonguing the frenulum of my cock made it hard in less than 30 seconds. It was leaking precum in another 30. I would have probably cum in her mouth in a few more seconds but stopped sucking and mounted me reverse-cowgirl. The combination of watching my cock enter her pussy and the feeling of warmth and wetness had me grabbing the bed sheets to keep from shooting my wad.

Pam sank down and my cock completely disappeared. She squeezed her Kegels and I moaned. I responded by clenching my sphincter muscle, my cockhead swelled and Pam started to shudder. To my surprise she was cumming already. I lost it and started to cum. As she always does when she cums while on top she fell forward usually she is in the cowgirl position and falls on to my chest. This time she fell forward between my legs. When she did I watched as my cock fell out of her pussy followed by a steady flow of my cum.