I wrote about what happened to me a few years ago but noticed that it was removed from the site I'd sent it to after a short while -- I guess it wasn't salacious enough and the conclusion, being true wasn't what the site moderators wanted. So having seen a few of The EdiTor's offerings from other people I thought I'd have another go through this route.
I've passed on the original and have emailed several times since, to clarify various points and have asked for a few changes because I didn't want it to stray even marginally from what actually occurred but realised my writing style isn't the best. I also asked The EdiTor to let me write this forward just to clarify that this is a genuine account although I must say the conversations are not totally accurate simply because I can't remember word for word.
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My husband and I live in England and at the time of this event I was twenty nine, my husband thirty with our two children, six and four. We were both working (I had been away from work for my children but went back two years after Nicole was born) and with my husband's unexpected but really welcome bonus we decided to go on a more exotic holiday so travelled to the Caribbean for two weeks.
Now the place we were staying was really nice and like most places the service relaxed but good. The children were looked after by a sleeper service, not that they were any trouble, which gave us the opportunity to let our hair down fully probably for the first time since they were born.
Now the one thing that I think most married people would agree on is the major decrease in sex after children especially after two. In fact we'd barely done it since Nicole appeared a fact that we were both very aware of and now finally here was a chance to rekindle the flames.
We'd chatted about it the weeks leading up to our trip and actually got quite turned on and even made love a couple of times only the second time we'd been interrupted by Carrie (the eldest) after a 'bad dream' -- which if I'm honest was probably actually me making a bit too much noise when Duncan (husband) went down on me. It was embarrassing but thankfully Duncan covered quite well but that was most certainly that.
Anyway what we also did was whisper a few little fantasies while playing with each other knowing that we could stop if the door opened plus even if we were a little slow neither child would realise what was going on; anyway it was certainly a better alternative to catching us in the middle of 'doing it'.
So we were looking forward to having a bit of time to romance each in the evenings without them plus the bedrooms in the apartment were split by a seating area so afforded us a bit of separation also, crucially, there was a lock on the door.
Now part of the fantasies involved talking about some naughty things we could get up to in the Caribbean and I suppose as we got into it these became both varied and quite naughty. I must really, really stress here that it wasn't deep routed desires just the type of sex talk most couples do; such as 'no-knickers' adventures, oral sex in a public place and yes other people.
The other people ranged from women with Duncan to men with me (and the occasional lesbian scene, which I know that most women find a little bit of a turn on even if they don't admit it) but again I need to stress that this wasn't anything major, that is to say there were few specifics just words to get us aroused.
Anyway we were in the resort and on the second night after a meal we moved onto the dance area set up below the hotel on the beach and had a bop followed by drinks then when we were feeling no pain we were looking at the floor when I spotted a white woman with a black guy. I nudged Duncan and whispered that someone was playing away tonight and we both had a laugh.
The night ended with us making love and the sex was like old times; sensuous but also quite physical and probably as good as any for years. That was the start of some great lovemaking; the children went to an afternoon organised play event the next day and we took the opportunity to make love again, this time without any need to hold back. The next evening and in fact for the next several, we had drinks danced or walked on the beach and made love after.
Into the second week and we were again sitting watching the dancers when we notice another white and black couple and I mentioned to Duncan that I thought it was the same guy. I paid a little more attention this time and they were kissing and getting quite intense until they left hand I hand towards the beach.
"Bet I know what they're doing!" I suggested.
"You don't know." Duncan smiled. "Perhaps we should go check."
"No! That's just nasty!" I stated but the thought excited me.
"Do you fancy?" Duncan pressed.
"What a black man?" I pretended to misunderstand.
"If you like, but I meant watching." My husband joked. I guess what he said got me excited and so I replied.
"A good black man might be fun." I teased. "Let's go for a walk."
We looked at each other giggled then got up and trying not to make it look to obvious we left the dance area onto the beach giving the guy from the hotel, who was checking that there were no gate crashers, a smile then once his back was turned U-turned and went in the opposite direction following the illicit couple.
Being really dark should have meant it was impossible to see but we noticed them silhouetted against a small beach fire in the dunes a short distance away so with a glance around we followed.