My wife Allison and I decided to take a vacation to Aruba. We had both been working so hard throughout the year and have barely taken any time off. We truly needed this.
We were both 33 and had been married for a little over a year, but had been together for about 4 years. We had a great relationship, she was truly my best friend and love of my life. We had a very normal sex life I would say. I wouldn't say it's anything exciting but we were both satisfied.
Allison is very beautiful. She stands only 5' 2" and weights 115 lbs. She is skinny but has perfect C cup boobs. I truly mean perfect. Her ass is quite lovely as well, it's not firm but has a perfect shape. I love how it jiggles just enough when she walks or when we have sex.
We arrived at the resort and immediately were taken back by the beauty of the resort. There were hotel towers, beach side cabanas, and huts with private plunge pools. Unfortunately, just a normal room within one of the towers is what we could afford. However, the room was still amazing.
The resort was all inclusive and we both love to drink and party so we were especially excited about that. The resort had 4 pools and allowed no kids.
The first night we were there was New Year's Eve and the resort was having a big poolside party. My wife was wearing a very tight, short white dress that showed some major cleavage and her perfect curves.
The party started around 9:30 and it was really bumping from the start. My wife and I immediately started pounding the drinks. By 11:00 we were both feeling good. We did a lot of dancing throughout the night. While dancing I kept seeing a handsome black man checking out Allison while we danced.
"I think you have a secret admirer." I said into her ear.
Allison whipped her head around to see who I was talking about.
"That hot black guy?"
"Yeah. Oh so you think he is hot?" I shot back with a smile.
"Of course" and she kissed my cheek.
The admirer was there with a woman but she didn't seem to mind his wandering eye. The guy was also quite the dancer. He really put everyone else to shame. You could tell the other women were definitely attracted to his moves.
After a while of dancing, I decided to take a quick bathroom break and get a drink. When I came back I noticed Allison was dancing with the black guy that had been checking her out. Interestingly enough, I was not jealous but started to get aroused by her dancing with another man. I watched from a distance for a bit and watched as she grinded her ass into his crotch and his hands made his way from her hips to her stomach and grazed her tits. She then turned around and put her arms around his neck and the both grinded on each other while staring intently at each other. I saw her whisper something into his ear and then she exited the dance floor and started walking in my direction.
"Hey there dancing queen." I said to her to get her attention.
"Oh my God, there you are. You have been gone for like 30 minutes. I thought you feel into the toilet."
She was pretty drunk but not sloppy. She had a slightly red face from all of her dancing.
"I have to go pee quick. I'll be right back."
I watched her walk away and kept thinking about how hot it was that she was dancing so sexually with another guy. This is very out of character for her.
While she was in the bathroom the black guy that had been dancing with my wife came over to me. He stood about 6' 2" and looked to be in amazing shape. Also he was very well dressed in resort attire. He was very clean cut but had tattoos all down both arms. He put out his hand and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Jason. I really hope you don't mind me dancing with your wife. I should have talked to her first."
He came off very polite and seemed genuine.
"Nice to meet you Jason, I'm Brady. To be honest, I didn't mind at all. This may sound weird, but it was kind of hot. She never acts like that. It was refreshing to see." I had been drinking enough so didn't care about how weird I sounded.
"Ok cool. Just didn't want to ruin a good vacation for you guys."
With my liquid courage I pressed even further. "Not at all. In fact, if you wanted to have more fun with my wife, I wouldn't protest one bit."
"You serious?" he asked with a smile. "You don't mind if I hit on her?"
"Not at all my friend. And I'm not talking about just hitting on her, if you catch my drift?"
"I definitely catch your drift. I'm here with my wife too but she's cool with me hooking up with other ladies. She just comes here to write and relax. Well I'm around for a whole week so hopefully we will bump into each other."
"Looking forward to it." I shook his hand again and he walked away.
I stood there fore a few more minutes and my wife finally came back. "Hi babe. Sorry it took so long. You know the ladies room lines."
"Not a problem. I actually got to have a chat with your dancing partner while you were in the bathroom."
"Jason? You did? What did you guys say? Are you mad?" She looked very concerned.
"He was cool. Just apologized for grinding up on you and we chatted a bit. And no, I'm not mad at all. Quite the opposite actually."
Allison looked very confused. "What do you mean quite the opposite?" She asked as she pulled me further from the dancefloor.
"I don't know. I... I... guess I thought it was kind of hot." Luckily, I was pretty drunk, otherwise this conversation never would have happened. But I still couldn't make eye contact.
Allison took a step back and her mouth opened with a smirk. "Are you saying you were turned on by watching me dance with another guy?"
"Ugh. Yes."
"Wow. I never would have thought that."
At this point I was embarrassed and ready for this conversation to be over. "Ok ok. Want to go dance more? Or call it a night?"
Allison looked at her watch. "Eh. Let's go. It's only our first night. Don't want to overdue it."
We walked back to the room in total silence but holding hands. My mind just going back to how sexy she looked dancing and grinding on another guy. It looked like she wanted to fuck him right then and there on the dance floor. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got and the harder I became.
By the time we made it to the hotel room I was at full mass. I immediately pulled Allison to me and began making out. Our tongues fighting for dominance. This was a very deep sensual kiss that we hadn't had for awhile. Her hand goes to my pants and pulls out my rock hard cock. Almost as soon I'm exposed she is down on her knees sucking me like she has never sucked me before. I couldn't help but think what she would be like sucking someone else's cock.
It wasn't long before we stripped off all of our clothes and made it to the bed. We were both extra charged up tonight. I knew why I was hot, but I am wondering why she is so hot. Is she thinking about fucking another guy too? This thought made me even hotter. We ended up 69ing and fucking in every position imaginable before I blew a big load into her hot pussy.
After our fuck session we laid there catching our breath. I was the first to break our silence. "That was interesting and amazing. I feel like we were both really into for some reason. Like more than normal. Right?"
"I completely agree. Not sure why."
I feel like we both knew why but didn't want to be the first to admit it. But the urge for me to keep this conversation going was greatly outweighing my hesitation.
"Well I know why I was extra hot tonight."
Allison turned to me, "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"I feel kind of weird saying this but I was thinking about you and Jason. I just kept thinking about how hot you looked dancing with him. It looked like you wanted to fuck him. You just being naughty is such a turn on."
Allison was a little taken back. "For real? You weren't jealous at all?"
"Not one bit. Can I ask you something? Did you want to fuck him?
"Well..." Allison said with hesitation. "Wait, is this a trick? Like are you setting me up to see what I'll say?"
I grabbed her hand for reassurance. "Not one bit. I swear that I wouldn't be mad about any of this."
"Well then yes... I did want to fuck him. But that doesn't mean I would."
I was immediately turned on by her admission that she wanted to fuck another guy. I wanted to press even further. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Because I am married to you!"
"What if I told you that I wanted you to? Then would you?"
"God, I don't know. You really think you could handle it? Me sucking his cock like I sucked yours? Him bend me over and ramming me with his cock until I come over and over? Him coming deep inside my pussy?"
Allison's got me so sexually charged just thinking about those scenarios. I wanted all of those things to come true. "Fuck yes. I couldn't handle it. It would be so fucking hot."
She grabbed onto my hard cock. "Looks like you really do want this." Then she started sucking my dick and probably thinking about Jason's. We ended up fucking like pornstars the rest of the night.
The next morning came around and we were both feeling a tad hungover. I wondered if she would be upset with our conversation and just enjoyed the drunk talk. I honestly didn't care as it led to the best sex we have ever had.
"Good morning sweetie" she cooed as she rolled out of bed. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Then let's go grab a light breakfast and hit the beach or pool. Deal?"
"Deal."
Looks like I was in the clear and she wasn't mad at all. Surprisingly, she seemed like she was in a better mood than during our usual hangovers.
Allison put on a beautiful red bikini with a sash cover up that only barely covered her bottoms. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect ponytail. "Ready to go?"
"Absolutely"