The Sparrow and the Anaconda

The Sparrow and the Anaconda

My name is Michael Morgan -- friends and family call me Mike. I'm 42, average height and weight and an IT professional for a Healthcare system in Michigan. My wife is Sarah Morgan -- friends and family call her Sparrow, and she is a schoolteacher in the elementary system.

Sparrow is barely five foot tall, small breasted (32b), just about 100 pounds soaking wet. She has brown hair that falls just to her shoulders and deep brown eyes. I will also admit that she has the cutest little ass this side of Detroit. She is 39 years old but looks much younger because of her size.

We live in the suburbs of Grand Rapids and have been married for 18 years. We have two children in their teens, old enough to be on their own but still young enough that we don't leave home alone overnight.

As you can guess, Sparrow got her nickname because she is incredibly tiny and lithe but to anyone who knows her, she is small but mighty and has an Irish temper that surprises people who cross her. She is also incredibly reserved and private and doesn't take kindly to jerks or arrogance.

I'd love to tell you that we are wild sexually and have a lot of adventures, watch porn and have tons of sex toys, but none of that is true. The wildest thing we've ever done in the close to twenty years together was having sex in the back of a pickup truck during the first summer we dated and when she gave me a BJ on her parents covered porch while they were inside watching Jeopardy one hot summer night. And after eighteen years of marriage, the sex has gotten somewhat sedate and "vanilla". Same positions, a very rare night of oral sex, no toys, dildos or movies.

So, it was out of the ordinary when I walked into the kitchen one fall night two years ago with what would be a somewhat radical idea. Sparrow was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a black hoodie and yoga pants, her legs tucked up under her slender frame to keep warm. She had a pair of cheaters reading glasses on and was sifting through a small stack of bills and having a glass of wine.

I sighed...I loved the look of my wife in yoga pants (we've already established she has the ass of a 18 year old coed) and smiled to myself watching her face all scrunched up doing paperwork. Yeah, you could say I love my wife.

"Hey, Sparrow... what you working on?" I asked innocently.

Sparrow looked up from the pile and gave me a sarcastic grin before holding up the stack of papers in front of her.

She said, "I'm finishing my doctoral thesis on Nuclear Fission and the effects of radiation on bees!"

I laughed, which made her smile. Then she said, "Bills, Mike, bills, bills and more bills!"

I kissed her on the forehead and reached past her for a wine glass and poured myself a healthy draw of merlot from the bottle.

"Kids are in bed finally -- well, let's say they're in their rooms, pretending to be sleeping but probably on social media or watching porn..." I said.

Sparrow's head snapped up when I said PORN as if I was committing a mortal sin and said, "If they're watching porn, they learned that from you -- Mr. Morgan!"

I laughed and reached for the papers in front of her. "Do we have any money left after paying off half the utilities in Michigan?" I asked.

Sparrow pursed her lips and said, "Barely -- Things are crazy expensive anymore...Someday we may be selling the children off for medical research to keep things afloat around here!"

I nodded and dropped the paperwork back on the table. I thought for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "We need a break....and I have an idea..."

Sparrow took the readers off and looked up at me..." Uh, oh...this sounds expensive -- your ideas are always expensive!"

I laughed and pulled a brochure out of my back pocket and laid it in front of her. On the cover were an attractive couple basking in the sun and splashing each other with pale blue ocean water... Sparrow glanced down at it and her eyes widened.

"Jamaica?" she exclaimed. "Have you lost your senses? I just told you we barely have enough money to pay the mortgage and utilities, let along the kids' soccer unforms due next week!"

Mike swallowed hard and let his little wife finish her tirade before speaking. "Sparrow, take a look at the pricing of this. Through the hospital's credit union, they're offering a buy one, get one free for adults. It would be half the normal cost and include airfare to an adult, all inclusive, resort in Negril. 8 days, seven nights in a five-star rated resort.

For the first time, Sparrow calmed down to look at the brochure a little closer. She had to admit to herself that the price was excellent. But still she had her doubts.

She looked up at Mike and said softly, "Honey, I know we haven't had a lot of time for ourselves, but this is still a lot of money...And what about the kids?"

Mike nodded and opened his phone to show her his balance in his saving account. It was more than sufficient for the trip.

Sparrow looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked him where the money came from. Mike smiled and told her that this wasn't a spur of the moment's idea...that he had been socking away extra funds from each paycheck for over a year in anticipation of this trip. He said that he even had enough left over for her to go shopping for some island wear before the trip.

Sparrow stood up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You know, Mike, you're certifiable! When would we do this? What about the kids?"

Mike grinned and said "End of the month...already have the flights reserved and your folks have agreed to stay with the kids. Gives you time to shop!"

Sparrow smiled and said, "Wow! More importantly, to get this mom body in better shape!"

The rest of the month flew by and with each passing day, Sparrow and Mike got more excited about their upcoming vacation. It had literally been years since they were away alone, and Sparrow worked out like crazy every day to tone her body. And then a week before their trip, she went shopping for island attire without Mike because she wanted to surprise him with a couple of sexy outfits.

Not to be outdone, Mike ordered a couple of bathing suits online for his wife to wear. It wasn't the normal stuff she would wear, but he hoped she'd relax a little while they were away and let her hair down. One was a bright orange bikini with a thong-like bottom that left little to the imagination and the other was a surprise fabric that would turn transparent when it got wet. He didn't tell her about that feature -- it looked more "presentable" with more material than the bikini, but he tested it under water and could see his hand through the translucent material -- hopefully she would wear it one day to the beach for the islanders to see. Mike would feign ignorance and claim he didn't know it was see-through when he bought it.

Sparrow bought a few less conservative short sundresses and short shorts that she would never wear at home and some island color thongs which she hoped would turn Mike on. She stopped in a beach surf shop at the mall that she had never been in before and purchased a couple of necklaces with suns on them that she felt would look good with the v neck dresses and also a couple of bead and leather ankle bracelets -- one with black and white alternating beads and another with a pineapple encrusted on the cord. She looked at a third that had the colors of the Jamaican flag but decided if she wanted that, it would be better to buy it locally on the island. Finally, she bought a black fabric choker -- she knew Mike would love that.

On the day of the flight, Mike and Sparrow dropped the kids off at her mom's, kissed them goodbye and told them to behave for their grandparents. As they drove to the airport, Sparrow felt like she was missing something -- that her life was somehow different. And then she realized it was the kids...it was the first time since they were born that they were going somewhere as a couple again and not a family. It was a strange but fun feeling and she hugged Mike's arm as he drove.

The flight to Jamaica was relaxing and festive -- everyone traveling had the same thoughts in their mind -- relax! There were college kids, couples like them, a few business travelers and some retired people but everyone was looking forward to escaping the cold Michigan fall and relaxing on a warm beach with an island drink.

Neither Sparrow nor Mike were heavy drinkers, but they allowed themselves to have a couple of in-flight glasses of champagne. Mike grabbed Sparrow's leg sitting next to her and she could tell he was as excited as she was.

At some point, a thought came into Sparrow's mind -- If this trip was sponsored by Mike's hospital, there may be someone on the flight that would recognize them. She brought this to his attention, and he laughed and told her that there were almost 30,000 people who worked for his health system and any interaction he had with them was always online, so the chance of someone recognizing them was slim to none.

He leaned over and whispered in his little wife's ear and said, "So you're completely anonymous on this trip...you can be as bad as you want to be, and no one will know! So, relax and let's have some fun!"

And then he slid his hand up between her slender thighs and tickled her pussy through the thin material of her panties. Sparrow gasped and slapped his hand away and told him to behave...Mike laughed and said behaving was the last thing on his mind.

They talked and laughed and acted like newlyweds again for the rest of the flight and Sparrow had to admit to herself that Mike's idea was perfect and just what they needed to rekindle their relationship.

The airport at Montego Bay was a mess -- people milling around, others selling things, trying to get them to take rides to the resort rather than the transport provided by the trip. Mike had traveled occasionally through work and was more accustomed to international travel and foreign countries. Sparrow had never been outside the United States with the exception of a work trip to Canada for a conference, but this was completely different.

As they walked outside of the airport, the heat of the island blasted them, and they suddenly felt very overdressed. Sparrow had packed a carry on for them with light clothing and they turned around and went back in to change. She had been wearing a denim skirt for the flight but now had changed into a very thin, very light sundress and sandals. Mike was wearing a light button-down short-sleeved shirt and tan shorts and Sparrow noticed right away how pale they both were in contrast to the Jamaicans on the island.

They went back outside and looked for their transport -- the dispatcher told them it was on its way back from the resort and would be there in about 30 minutes to pick them up. He suggested they buy a drink and relax by the palm trees while they waited. This was the fourth drink that Sparrow had between the champagne, a glass of wine and whatever they were now drinking -- she was not a heavy drinker and felt a little lightheaded but totally relaxed.

They sat on a bench nursing their drink while they waited for the transport. Sparrow was a people watcher and found herself checking out the islanders -- some were very light skinned; others were deep black -- she thought to herself that they were all pleasant looking and seemed happy. There weren't a lot of black people where they lived back home, and Sparrow was fascinated by the reggae music and colors and sounds around her. This truly was paradise.

When the resort bus pulled up, they were happy to see it was a full-sized greyhound type bus and not some of the "chicken" buses they had seen here and there taxiing around the airport. They left their luggage with the porter who was loading suitcases in the belly of the bus.

When it was time to load, there was a young black man standing at the door assisting people onto the bus. Mike went in first and as Sparrow started to climb the steps, she stumbled a little as the first step was higher than she anticipated. The young man grabbed her arm to steady her and as she looked down, she saw the color contrast of her pale skin against his hand. She looked up into his coal black eyes and he was smiling at her -- there was nothing rude or obscene about his grasp -- he was just trying to help but she blushed and thanked him.

Trying the first step onto the bus again, she felt his hand on the small of her back assisting her, but his long black fingers were splayed so that his thumb and forefinger touched her ass lightly. Again, nothing in his touch was out of line, but between the drinks she had and his handsome looks, Sparrow felt her panties dampen a little as she climbed the remaining stairs.

It occurred to her that the sundress she was wearing was short and the stairs up were tall and if the young man looked a certain way, he would certainly get a glimpse of her now sodden panties -- she looked back at him, and he gave her a little smile and a bit of a wink and Sparrow went from blushing to crimson red. She hurried up the rest of the stairs to catch up with Mike and once again lost her footing...Damn it!

She felt the young man's hand on the back of her leg -- high enough to be under the hem of the dress but not so high as to seem improper.

She didn't know whether to thank him or slap him and realized that he was only trying to help and she was the one who was uncoordinated, so she smiled at him and mumbled her appreciation. She was still panting hard when she caught up to Mike who gave her a look like, "Are you okay?" and she nodded her head and said the stairs onto the bus were not made for small people like her.

As they rode to the resort, Mike and Sparrow watched as the locals milled through their town -- some of the areas they were in were very poor and Sparrow commented more than once about the sites they were seeing.

Arriving at the resort, the scenery changed from squaller to luxury and the gated community of the hotel certainly lived up to its name. They were greeted by the staff with warm towels and more drinks (!) and their luggage was taken to their room -- The air-conditioned room felt delightful, and they found themselves looking over the balcony to the cool blue water and hot beaches at the edge of the property.

After tipping the bellhop, Sparrow told Mike she was going to jump in the shower to get some of the grime of the day off. Mike shrugged -- Men didn't understand like a woman did that you've got to clean up -- that road dust and debris was disgusting -- she took a cool shower and cleaned up, and stepped out of the bathroom to greet her husband wearing a VERY nice robe provided by the resort -- she had shaved her legs and decided to shave her pubic hair bare -- she knew Mike would like that and this week was all about romance, wasn't it?

When she came out, she saw Mike sitting on the bed with the tv remote control in his hand flipping through channels. She looked over at the television to see the channels fly by - Fox News, a soccer game, some local foreign language channels and then, Mike paused, and Sparrow looked over to see what he was so interested in. On the screen was a very sexy woman wearing just a short skirt and tank top, no bra. It could have been Sparrow's body double or at least her younger sister. Mike looked at his wife out of the corner of his eye while keeping another eye on the screen.

As they both watched, a door opened and a very large black man who was extremely built entered the room and walked over to the little brunette and wrapped his arms around her. The top of her head barely came up to his chest and Sparrow guessed that she was the same size as her or that the man was well over 6'5 or both.

Neither Mike or Sparrow said a word and watched as the black man put his hands on the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and off of her. Her pale breasts exposed, she was as small as Sparrow which added to the doppelganger image.

Sparrow put her hand over her mouth and continued to watch the scene unfold on the TV. The young woman dropped to her knees in front of the mountainous black man in front of her and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and then pulled his underwear down exposing the largest and thickest black cock she had ever seen. Sparrow gasped, realizing his penis was longer and thicker than the woman's forearm and she felt her knees go weak.

Mike looked over at his wife who was now beat red. She didn't realize that her robe had opened, and Mike saw her shaved pussy glistening from between her legs...He didn't know what to do or say, so he quickly changed the channel and said to her, "I guess they have the playboy channel huh?"

Sparrow swallowed hard and turned away from the tv before saying, "I think that's more than the playboy channel, Mike...oh my god -- are all black men that big?"

Mike laughed and said, "No, not in my limited experience of checking out other guys in the locker room or when I was in the military, they weren't, but porn stars are supposed to be pretty big. That's why they have the part, right?"

Sparrow tried to laugh it off but then said, "Do you think he was going to do her with that monster? How would she handle that? My God, she's the same size as me!"

Mike felt that the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn and shut the TV off and announced he was taking a shower too...Sparrow watched as her husband started to undress and saw that he was hard.

She grinned at him, "Did that turn you on? Seeing that little brunette with him?"

Mike thought for a second and started to say that her shaved pussy turned him on, but knew that was a lame response, so he decided to come clean and tell her that yeah, it was pretty erotic, and the color contrast was hot. And then he turned it back to her and asked Sparrow if it turned her on too?

Sparrow swallowed -- she nodded and said it was pretty amazing... Mike smiled and reached over and cupped her pussy, letting his finger dip inside her for a second. When he pulled his finger out, it was wet with her juices.

He laughed and said he could tell.

Sparrow started to protest and decided no matter what she said, her body told the real tale, so she just sighed and nodded her head.

Mike was glad she was being honest about what she was thinking. He said, "Maybe we can check out that channel again later tonight after dinner."

He went into the shower to clean himself up. An image of Sparrow being the one sucking that big black cock came into his mind, and he wound up masturbating until he came hard in the stall. He considered telling her his sexy thought but changed his mind -- figured she might freak out it. Truth be told, Mike harbored a secret fantasy of seeing his wife with another guy occasionally, not because he wanted her to cheat, but because the imagery of seeing her be "bad" as an observer was a hot thing to think about.

When he came out of the bathroom, Mike saw that Sparrow was out on the balcony overlooking the resort and ocean below. She had changed into a long white skirt with a walking slit down the side and a short tan V-neck gauze top that was conservative but high enough that she wouldn't need to wear a bra underneath it.

"One of your new purchases, Mrs. Morgan?" he asked. "I like it! Especially the no bra look!"

Sparrow blanched and said, "How did you know I wasn't wearing a bra? Is it too thin?"

Mike laughed and told her that it was fine -- that he could tell by her side profile and that the top was both chic and respectable and it made her look like a model.

Sparrow grinned. "Thank you, kind sir...It's all part of my letting loose and enjoying myself week away where no one knows me...I can be anything here...right? Isn't that what you said?"

Mike wrapped his arms around his sexy wife's waist and told her he loved the look and was glad she was embracing the island's charms...That he would love nothing more than for her to let her hair down and be the bad girl he once married!