Note: This is another on the same theme of cuckold stories where the husband is a cuckold perv and the wife takes things to her own liking.
Sometimes I've been frustrated with comments made by anonymous commenters who just don't get the genre of cuckolding, inject their own conservative puritanical opinion and I have to ask myself, then why the heck are they reading fiction on literotica when they know what's coming. I do respect opinions from people who have objection observations.
I have a couple dozen stories I'd like to submit if anyone would like to read them.
Thanks and hope you enjoy.
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It was exciting, the waiting, the anticipation of actually going on a vacation with my husband of one year, and it had finally arrived. As I looked out of the airplane window and saw the islands surrounded by sparking blue water my spirit climbed. For the foreseeable future I would no longer be getting up in the wee hours to get ready for my job at the Dr's office and for next two weeks, Greg and I would do as we pleased.
We were so happy to finally spend time together away from our busy lives and having saved for this, it would be our belated honeymoon. I knew when we married it would be tough as we both had just graduated from a small New England college, but fortunately for us we both found jobs rather easily. It seems this past year just flew by and like all newlyweds we made the most of our time together in the bedroom.
Greg and I had a colorful sex life. He was energetic and I being from a very conservative family, found happiness learning and slowly experimenting, so as to make our bedroom life fun and exciting for both of us. We worked hard to please each other as we had pretty much tried everything and sort of settled into a routine around his fantasies.
I had discovered a few things about Greg, things that if I'd told my girlfriends they'd be giggling at me. For instance he likes my panties and I don't mean taking them off me. He has a real fetish for those delicate pieces of fabric, especially after I'd worn them for a day. I'd caught him more than once playing with them when he didn't know I was there. I even witnessed him masturbating with them one day, although I never mention it to him.
Armed with this knowledge of his weakness, I would tease him mercilessly when the mood struck, flashing him upskirts of my panties when lying on the sofa or outside in the garden wearing loose shorts and a tight tee. Being he also liked me to wear very little even when we went out for a bite to eat, I found him to be so predictable in that by the time bedtime came he was ever so eager to crawl between my legs and lunch on my panty crotch.
Another revelation about Greg was his interest in not only pleasing me orally but his very imaginative dirty mind and the pillow talk that always made us extremely excited. It was not uncommon for him to tell me as he would lick my pussy through a sexy pair of panties to imagine one of our friends kissing me or feeling my breasts and so on.
It usually got me so steamy wet that when he finally did slip his hardness inside me all he had to do was hit bottom and I was coming. He loved feeling inside me with his manhood and would make mention of how easily I would orgasm when we talked about other men. It was all good sex though even if it was just fantasy, and we grew accustomed to our sweet little sessions over our first year together.
After we unpacked and sorted out the activities listed in the literature, we decided to walk around and check out the local shops, etc. One thing that struck me to be quite interesting was the number of couples we saw who were either very different age wise, or the fact the man was black and the woman Caucasian.
We scoured the small boutiques and wondered over to the bay hand in hand, occasionally taking pictures or kissing to show our feelings. Greg made mention of what I had noticed earlier as we saw a large black man with a rather petite young lady who was revealingly dressed holding hands as they walked by us. I don't know if it was the fact I could see right through her skirt and make out the cameltoe of her skimpy panties or the large bulge in his shorts, but it made me hot.
Greg didn't say anything about her slutty dress but did mention something about how could she possibly accommodate such a large man. With my own panties already wet from this visual onslaught of openness, I said to him, "You'd be surprised what a woman is capable of."
He just looked at me with a sure sign of arousal and smiled as I lightly squeezed him and we kissed again. Of course I knew what he was imagining and so was I.
I might have been a prude in HS but at the university most all the girls talked about such things even though I might have blushed, it was oh so rampant that I couldn't help but wonder if they were just full of bologna.
We stopped in a cozy little cafe and drank coffee as we continued our people watching. Shielded by a large lattice divider and feeling adventurous I kept taking quick feels of my husbands cock when possible. Also I had worn a light short summer dress with an elasticized top. Occasionally I'd slip the top down and display a nipple to him. He seemed to be intrigued by my panties which he would caress through my dress with his fingers. They were simple cotton with a lace trim and were cute I thought and as his hand played with them I was getting even more damp. He'd trace his finger over the lace as we talked and I wondered what the night might hold in store.
It was getting to us. There was just too much going on in our mind and body to ignore, but I took the upper hand and told him we needed to behave. He pouted and asked if we could go back to the room. I said all in due time.
We wondered over to this expensive looking resort sitting on a hill over looking the bay. After taking a ton of picture, mostly of me and the scenery, we went into a restaurant and had a nice meal. We then settled into a lounge where we had heard some music playing. Sitting at a small table we watched some soccer on the TV and even danced a little to the Reggae tunes the small group was playing.
In a short period of time it seems the place was full of people and everyone was having fun laughing, dancing, and making fools of themselves. I saw two women on the dance floor kissing and then go back to their husbands at a table. The bar was littered with dark Jamaican type men who eventually started taking a few of the wives out to dance. It also didn't take long for those women to do some dirty dancing with their black partners all to the amusement of their husbands.
I was left alone while my dear husband went to get us another rum and coke when I was approached by one of these local men. "Mi luvlee ladee, wood you alloow mee ta onnar ov ah danse wit tee?"
He looked very earnest and stuck me as being a nice man. His coffee colored skin and wavy black hair with a white island type shirt and black slacks presented himself not unattractive to me.
I looked to see my husband waving his hand at me to say go ahead. So I got up and the gentleman who calls himself, Peley, took my hand, kissed it, and pulling me to the dance floor. He was very commanding in his dance and used his skill to twirl and move me about the floor to the beat. We danced two songs and returned to the table to the obvious relief of my staring husband.
"Tank you luvlee ladee." he said to me and quickly joined his friends at the bar.
Greg says, "That was interesting, watching you."
"I didn't know what to say to him, but you waved me on so I danced with the man."
"Yes, you did and I actually enjoyed watching you."
"Oh, I get it. Your fantasy?"
"Maybe."
We finished our drink and took a taxi to our hotel. Excitably we couldn't wait before we were making out in the elevator. In our room I was literally pushed onto the bed only to find my husband under my dress chewing on my panties before I knew what was happening. Yes, I was wet and he made mention of it as he told me how hot it was to see me with that black man, holding me and moving his body against mine.
"So you liked watching me huh?"
"You know I did."
"I could have gone further if you wouldn't have minded." I said teasing him. By now he'd already pulled off my dress and was slipping off my panties when I said that.
"Oh my God, would you have, really?" he said throwing his clothes on the floor.
"I might be persuaded to be more friendly with a nice guy like that in the future if I knew you'd like to see me do it." I said teasing him to see where his head was at and what he'd say.
"Jezz, that would be so cool to watch you tease another man. Wow, you'd do that for me?"
"I love you, ...why wouldn't I want to make my husband happy?"
"Holy shit. OK, you flirt and I'll watch. That will be so much fun. Tomorrow."
Now he's told me he's actually willing to let me flirt and tease another man, I couldn't help but push a few more of his buttons. "Yea, tomorrow I'll wear something really sexy and have some fun with a few other men. Maybe I'll even let them kiss me. How would you like that Greg?"
He pushed my legs apart and slid inside my dripping pussy, easily going in all the way.
I could feel his cock already twitching as I squeezed his phallus with my kegel's. His breathing was labored and I knew he wasn't going to last. I on the other hand had some sense about me and reached down and squeezed his cock, to hold him still and keep him from coming so fast. I wanted it to last a little longer this time. I wanted him to tell me what he wanted me to do with these other men and what was OK and what wasn't.
We had touched on this many times over the last year in our pillow talk, but this was the first time we actually had a clear vision, an opportunity to actually see how nasty I could be. My modesty had long since disappeared over this period and I had enjoyed teasing Greg over his wife's theoretical infidelity.
As already mentioned, he not only had a fetish for my panties but he also had made numerous pants of how he'd love to find my panties full of cum, not his mind you. Of course his admission excited me to no end, but I never envisioned myself actually having sex with another man, little lone letting one cum in me and then go to be with my husband.
"So what does my dirty minded husband think might happen if I were to say, spend some alone time with one of these dark skinned fella's?" I whispered and felt him pulse again.
"You know, be naughty with him."
"How naughty Greg, tell me how naughty do you want your wife to be?"
"Oh God, you know! Do I have to say it?"
"Un huh? Tell me, like can I suck his big black cock?"
"Yes, for sure that would be so cool. But maybe a little more."
