Trixie Vixen was pissed. Her husband Drew was trying to organize another one of his fetish scenarios. Once again she had agreed to go along with his crazy plans. They never panned out, at least not how he would have liked. But this one was starting to look dangerous.
They were in the midst of an amazing vacation in Jamaica when Drew had cooked up another one of his elaborite schemes. He was always plotting these little adventures, especially when he had some extra time on his hands. An hour ago they were overlooking the ocean at one of the local restaurants eating rum cakes and drinking Appleton. Now she was in the back seat of a speeding van with 2 intimidating Jamaican men in the front. The black jeep was navigating the dark night, and twisted narrow roads. Trixie was just hoping to make it out alive.
The driver was gruff. He had long dreads and smelled like pot. The other man seemed more relaxed. His hair was short and his appearance was cleaner. As the driver weaved around the pot holes and stray dogs, Trixie had an uneasy feeling in her belly.
Trixie was sexy. But it wasn't just the blonde hair, pale blue eyes, voluptuous breasts and tight ass. It was her take it or leave attitude. She knew her value and she never conformed herself to a man's expectations. On the contrary, for Drew it worked the other way. With all his previous relationships he had been in control, but no one could control Trixie. That was hard for him to accept for a while, but when he finally embraced the idea, it took a hold and everything changed for him...
Drew was your typical middle class dad. He lived a safe sterile life for the most part. He married his sweet heart and he loved her very much. They're relationship was a strong one. When Drew had confided with her his desire to see her with another man, she was reluctant, but not dismissive. Drew knew his fantasy was hard for her to comprehend....
Damian had a reputation as being the premier masseuse in Negril. His excellent references helped secure him a job at the exclusive Hedonism Club, where he gave massages (at grossly inflated prices) to mostly white middle class women. Some were serious swingers but most were just curious. His massage service was in constant demand due to his soft but firm hands, his fit trim body and his gift for making women feel comfortable...
Trixie's heart raced as the van stopped suddenly just outside a local hotel. Damian invited them into a small motel like room. The room was modest but clean. It could have used updating but it felt safe enough. They talked for a little while about the weather, dolphins and glass bottom boats. Damian mentioned a few stories about Hedonism. Eventually, Trixie relaxed enough to lay on the bed for her massage. She had stripped down to her panties and bra but Damian insisted that she also remove her bra. He splashed some oil on her back and started to rub her back her gently.
She had to admit, his hands felt good. Really good. As he worked his skilled hands over her back and legs she could feel the tension of life easing out of her, suddenly replaced with a different kind of tension; sexual. She looked over at Drew who was watching from a chair beside the bed. His face was bliss...
Drew had lost his breath for a second. His beautiful wife was laying almost completely naked with a muscular Jamaican man rubbing his hands all over her. He was so turned on. At first he'd assumed that she would turn this guy down. That's what she always did before. He was starting to sense that this time might be different. There was a look in her eyes tonight that he hadn't seen before.
Drew watched as Damian took his time with his sexy wife. Damian rubbed her neck, shoulders and back. Trixie frequently emitted some moans to let him know she was enjoying his hands on her. He moved down to her legs and feet. He had a lot of experience giving massages. He was very thorough. He spent a considerable amount of time rubbing her ass before finally suggesting that she roll over...
Trixie liked the massage considerably. His hands were strong but gentle. He really knew how to make a girl feel relaxed and at ease. He had a subtle scent of mahogany which she found to be enticing. Damian kept telling Drew how hot she was and how lucky he was to have her. She hesitsted when Damian asked her to roll onto her back....
As soon as Damian laid eyes on Trixie, he knew he wanted to fuck her. She was hot! He was finding it hard to stay focused on the massage as he wanted to do so much more. He asked her to roll over and was encouaged when she agreed. Damian was impressed. Trixie had the nicest tits he had ever laid his eyes on. Lying on her back, Trixie's tits still looked shapely and full. Her nipples were perfect and they were hard and erect. For once, he wasn't disappointed when a women rolled over.
Damian started to rub her arms and shoulders then her neck. Slowly, he moved his hands lower until he was massaging her breasts. Softly he moved his fingers around her nipples. They were delightfully sensitive to the touch. He tugged a little on them then gently squeezed them. They responded by becoming wonderfully erect and hard...
When Trixie arrived, she was certain she would only stay for a massage and leave. But Damian was different. He was actually quite good looking. He was easy going but also assertive. That was a combination she found hard to resist. As she lay on her back with Damian's hands massaging her breasts, she could no longer deny she was aroused or continue to ignore the wetness between her legs.
As if he could read her mind, Damian slowly slipped his hand between her legs and felt her wetness through her soaking panties. She felt a strong tingle as his hand lightly grazed her swollen clit. It felt so good. She was now aching for his hands on her. She felt herself being overwhelmed in the moment. She almost forgot that Drew was there, but then thinking about him made it all better. He had brought her there for this to happen. Giving into her desires would make Drew happy. She softly rubbed her hand along Damian's chest. There was no going back now...
Drew was mesmerized. Watching the Jamaican stud massage his wife was too hot to handle. Drew could tell that Damian was hot for Trixie. But who wouldn't be? Sure, he was probably ten years younger than her. But she has a body that men would kill to be with. She was gorgeous but without putting any effort into that kinda thing. The question was whether Trixie was into Damian.
