While on vacation in Antigua my wife and I went on one of those snorkeling/sailing tourist day strips that have become almost mandatory when in the Caribbean.
Being that our session was moved to later in the day, my wife and had our customary drinks at lunch time and were feeling rather buzzed. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that due to cancellations my wife and I were the only ones along for the trip with the snorkeling instructor. Making it feel as if this was a special event just for us. And indeed it turned out to.
The instructor was a lean and very muscular island native. Whose ebony skin was a direct contrast to his bright yellow Speedo bathing suit. The bulge of his enormous crotch was outlined against the fabric of his shear bathing trunks. I knew my wife had spotted the size of his monster. And despite her efforts to maintain eye contact, I caught her glancing at his cock area more than a few times.
Maybe it was the drinks we had earlier, as well as the naughty sex talk during lunch. But I could tell that my wife was intrigued by if nothing else by what was eye level to her as he stood by her when steering the small sail boat. Or was it lust that was building.
The instructor seemed to appreciate the glances he kept getting from my sweet wife. Who looked delicious in her thong bathing suit. It not only showed her round ass but a perfect camel toe impression of her pussy lips. The tops of her tits popped up from her bathing suit making her cleavage even more pronounce; one of my favorite things about her.
As our lessons progressed there seemed to be more and more "hands" on training going on whenever my wife was concerned. When he offered to let her steer he made a point of standing behind her, with his cock right up against her ass. Instead of my getting mad, or again maybe because of the earlier drinks, I started to get excited. I couldn't help but stare as he rubbed his cock against her crack. The thickness was incredible; I could tell my wife was enjoying herself too.
I then decided I'd try the snorkeling to see if it would clear my head or my lust. Needless to say that was a mistake on my part and a blessing for them.
While snorkeling by myself I couldn't help but keep thinking about what Mr. Instructor had been doing to my wife's ass. Again I was torn between being angry and being excited. But that struggle was soon settled.