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Jamaica Me Crazy

I’d come to the tropics to work on a writing project. My first book had been part of a three-book contract and I was six months overdue. Getting my wife to agree to manage house and business so I could escape for two weeks to get the second book done had been a major ordeal, but here I was sitting on the stone porch with a good outline, ready to start the 5000 words a day I’d need to get done. I’d arrived late in the afternoon and had arranged a massage and then had an early dinner.

I left the front dr*pes to the room open and the morning sun came in at six. It appeared the resort was less than full. I’d stayed here before and the rock house I’d asked for jutted out over the sea, it’s closest neighbor ten yards away. We were the only two houses out on a rocky promontory and shared a stone platform built over the sea with a fifteen foot ladder down to the water's surface. I walked out onto the stone, wrapped in a towel, dropping it before I leapt into the clear blue water. Nudity wasn’t really encouraged but I’d seen others swimming naked in the ocean and figured it was no big deal, especially since only my neighbor could see and the dr*pes were closed. I swam for twenty minutes and then clambered up the ladder, retrieving my towel and going inside to shower. Shorts and a shirt and I was ready for the first two hour stint before breakfast. I had the chapter outlined and knew where I was going with my opening scene so I hit the ground running. Forty five minutes passed and I had the first thousand written, and then I was distracted by the sound of the door opening to the rock house next door. Out onto the stone porch walked a naked vision. She didn’t look that young – probably late twenties or early thirties. Long brown hair, long legs, a high round ass and large well-shaped breasts. I couldn’t see her face really clearly, or maybe I was just so amazed by the sight of her body that it just didn’t register. She had a yoga mat in one hand which she flipped out onto the stones. She looked in my direction and seeing me watching waved. I waved back. She then started her asanas, stretching and moving gracefully. I moved the lounger I was using so that I wasn’t staring straight at her, but then she did the most amazing thing, stretching her legs out over her head and touching the top of her feet to the patio behind. Her face was hidden behind her legs and her pussy was pointed straight at me. It was the most remarkable vagina I’d ever seen. Now when I describe it you may wonder how I could see it so clearly, but the light was now higher in the sky and it seemed she was glowing with sexuality. Anyway back to the pussy. She was shaved bare and her lips stuck out at least three inches. The lips were thick and stood up on their own. Each lip was very distinct and it looked as if they joined at the top so that her clit was hidden completely. At the bottom the lips were joined and there was a little ridge above her anus. It was hard to take my eyes away, but she stayed in that position for at least thirty seconds. I tore my eyes away and concentrated on what I was writing. A few minutes later I heard a splash and saw her body knife into the bay. I wrote while she swam, and of course I was wondering how I could write her into a character. Despite the distraction I had finished another five hundred words by the time she appeared on the same ladder I’d climbed. Now that gorgeous body looked like a sleek seal dripping with water. Her nipples were small and hard. She said hi as she walked by and I was glad the computer was in my lap because I now sported a full erection.

Five hundred words later I was ready for breakfast, down a palm covered stone walk to a thatched restaurant. I was half-way through when she came in, shielded by a floppy hat. It was silly but I was disappointed to see that she was with her match made in heaven – tall, athletic, chiseled. I finished up and headed back for the rest of the morning’s work. I saw her face briefly and was amazed her face was as beautiful as her body. High cheekbones, strong eyebrows, brown eyes, full lips. I walked back to my house and started back at it. There were a few people on the water but my house was very isolated and I had no problem concentrating. By lunch time I was over three thousand words and feeling virtuous. After lunch I put on my swim suit and took a mask and flippers and swam for an hour. As I was coming back in her body knifed into the water just as I was closing on the ladder. I was disappointed that she was wearing a bikini, but I was in a bathing suit. Afternoons, by common agreement, were more conservative.

The sun became wicked hot and I retreated to the desk just inside my room. A few minutes later I saw her walk by. She saw me through the window and waved as if she wanted to say something. I walked to the door. Her bikini was very small and fit very well. She said, "Hello, I am Roxanna, from room next door, and I asked at front desk if nudity was allowed for sunbathing. They said not by pool but on own front patio ok if neighbor not bothered."
Her accent was vaguely east European. I told her my name was Rob and that it did not bother me. Her smile when she heard this was electric. Her teeth were perfect and dazzling white. She said, "And of course it does not bother me if you are naked too."
She looked at me and said, "You are here on vacation and spending all your time on computer?"
I told her of my project and she said, "Ah, so then that explains." I watched her walk to her patio and undo the straps on top and bottom. Her body was as amazing as I'd remembered. There was an outdoor shower between the houses and she washed the salt off before drying off applying tanning lotion and laying down, watching me as I watched her.
I turned back to my book, breaking only for a walk to the lobby for a cup of coffee. By six I had finished my 5000 words. I skyped my wife and told her of my progress. "I'm so proud. What's the place like?"
I told her of being next door to a pair of European nude gods. She made me describe Roxane in great detail and I had the distinct impression she was interested. "So what's he like?" I told her I hadn’t really seen him. She said, "I expect the same sort of genital description of him tomorrow." I laughed and said, "You're a little excited aren't you?"
She said, "I'm going to have the horniest fantasies tonight about having sex with them." I told her she was sort of turning me on but that I'd be thinking of having sex with her. We made kissy noises and said good-night. I was immediately suspicious. My wife wasn't the most sexual person. I mean we'd had a great sex life after we were married but two kids took the steam out of a lot of intimate moments. Both kids were in now in school and she'd started to put a lot of energy into her appearance. I'd been happy though on one or two occasions I'd wondered if she were having or thinking of having an affair. Just little things. Now for her to suggest that she'd be thinking of having sex with 'them' was just bizarre. I'd never had any inkling she was interested in women.
So I was done for the day. I wandered up to the front desk and asked if there were any reggae bands playing not too far away. The door guy shouted for a taxi and off I went. One of the hazards of Negril is the constant stream of drug sales pitches you receive anywhere on the eight mile strip that runs the center of the town. When I arrived at the restaurant I had to maneuver through at least four guys with little baggies of weed. Not that I'm opposed but it plays hell with productivity. Dinner was chicken rice and veggies cooked on an oil drum grill and the music and rum punches were great. Of course I felt odd man out as nearly everyone were couples, but three girls came and sat at my table saying that I was the best protection from the rasta men who were harassing them. I chatted with them though we all stopped when Roxanne and her man entered the restaurant. She was radiant in a thin cotton dress printed with big hibiscus. The girls said he looked good enough to eat. They sat at the bar and then Roxanne noticed me and waved, leaving her chair to come over and kiss me on the cheek. It's always amazing the effect that attention from a beautiful woman has on other women. The girls I was sitting with immediately started competing for my attention and two of them asked me to dance, both becoming very sexually aggressive on the dance floor. I started to feel a little like a commodity so when there was a pause I excused myself to go to the restroom and then went and found a cab back to the hotel.
I turned off the a/c in my room, lowered the mosquito netting over the bed and went to bed. I'd seemed that I'd just gotten to sleep when I was awakened by orgasmic cries from next door. From the sound of it there was more than one orgasm and more than one female voice. I was now horny and awake. I pulled up the ipad and started reading a particularly boring historical novel. Finally at three I was able to nod off.
The next morning I was up with the sun and started the day off with my nude swim. I'd just climbed the ladder when I saw my neighbor's door open and one of my dirty dancing partners from last night slipped onto their patio, high heels in hand. She made a double take when she saw my nude body, but I reached for my towel. She tiptoed over to me. "You disappeared last night. If I'd known you were next door I would have waked you."
That statement contained all sorts of assumptions about me, and I didn't really know what to say. She said, "I've got to run since we're going on a tour." She leaned forward and kissed me, quickly slipping her hand down the front of my towel, grabbing my cock. "Nice" she said, before turning and running down the path to the front desk. I gathered my fallen dignity and went to shower. I wondered if I was going to have to change hotels.
Back to work. Stretched out on my lounger I managed to get another two thousand words before breakfast. Just as I was about to leave the nude Roaxanne appeared. She waved and walked over to me. "I hope we didn't disturb your sleep last night. She was quite loud lovemaking."
I told her it was OK. I felt silly standing there talking to a naked woman, but then the door to her house opened and her husband walked out. My double take must have been obvious because she said, "Please do not stare at penis. He is very sensitive."
Here was this greek god with chiseled abs and amazing pecs and arms with the tiniest penis and balls I'd ever seen. I looked back at her and said, "OK." He waved to us and jumped into the water.
She said, "His trainer told him steroids OK when young." She looked towards the water and said, "It works OK with Viagra but gives terrible headache so only can use once a month." All this time I was looking with care straight into her face, not wanting to stare at the naked body a foot away, but this was more information than I'd expected or wanted, so I mumbled something and headed off to breakfast.
After breakfast I was back at it. Roxanne made an appearance and did her nude yoga session. I was interrupted by a skype call from my wife on my ipad. I didn't have my ear buds with me, so her voice came out of the speaker. It was set to nearly full volume. "So how is your nude sex goddess with the amazing pussy this morning?" I got up and headed inside, embarrassed and laughing. I retrieved the ear buds and said, "Well I'm fine thank you. The sex goddess brought home a girl to enjoy last night and they woke me up at two with their noise. You were on speaker so I'm worried she heard you."
"So have you seen him naked yet?"
I told the story Roxanne had relayed and then said that I was thinking of changing hotels because of the distraction. "How many words are you up to?" I told her I was just at 7500. "Not bad. Doesn't sound as if the distraction is costing you work." I didn't feel like telling her about the dirty dancing the night before or the hand around my cock this morning.
"What a disappointment about his thing. I was hoping to have material to play with myself over. I'm really horny right now." I said, "Well I saw the girl she did last night. She was cute. And the goddess is out doing her nude yoga right now."
"Use your ipad and take a picture of that amazing pussy for me and send it now."
I said OK and we hung up. I went back to the patio. Luckily she was just about to start the legs over the head thing. I pretended to be reading and pointed the ipad at Roxanne, but unfortunately she saw me and quickly stood up, walking towards me. "That was your wife?" I nodded. "She calls me nude sex goddess with amazing pussy? You told her of me." I nodded. "And now you try to take picture of me to send her?"
I said, "She asked. I'm sorry."
She looked at me and said, "You think my cat amazing?"
I said, "It's very beautiful."
She looked at it and said, "I've always been embarrassed. Talked to doctor about surgery. But I'm glad you like. Would you like to take close-up. Come. I will do your favorite stretch."
She'd obviously caught me watching. I followed her back to her mat. She said, "Please to not include face. You can send face separate." She assumed the position, and her pussy lips stuck out like thick flower petals. They had the same texture as rose petals, a sort of velvet graininess. They were really full looking and she said, "Swollen from lovemaking." I'd just snapped a picture when I saw the shadow of her husband loom over my shoulder.
He said, "It is remarkable isn't it? You must make her feel confident. I've never known you to show her to anyone Roxanne."
I liked the fact that he referred to her pussy as a separate female. She unfolded herself and said, "Umm look at you Jack. I think you like him staring at my cat taking picture. You have erection. He is sending picture to his wife."
I looked at him. His erection was probably as big as my thumb but a little thicker, especially at the head. Roxanne said, "Let's go put to use." I stood up, aware that I was tenting my shorts.
They disappeared into their house and I sent my picture. I went back to writing and by 11 had done another three thousand words. I had arranged a pre-lunch massage. The masseuse, Julia, was a pretty black woman with amazingly strong hands. She said, "So you're staying in number 12?"
I said, "Yes." and she said, "I am giving a massage to your neighbor this afternoon. She is quite a famous movie star in Europe. Everyone is talking about her." I didn't know what to say, especially as I don’t really like conversation during a massage, but she continued. "I have to say everyone was worried about the girl at your house last night." I looked up and assured her there had been no girl with me last night.
She giggled, "Then it must have been your neighbors." I didn't want to confirm that thinking that maybe the story would leak if she was that famous. I was on my back and was she was working on my left leg. I felt her lift the corner of the towel exposing me. "Umm, I guess you're right becasue I can tell he has not had any activity. You're here alone?"
I was shocked that she'd do that because the first massage I'd had from her had been entirely tame, but I confirmed that I was here by myself, working, I explained. Now she was digging her fingers into my inner thigh, moving up close to my scrotum. She was talking and I was trying to pay attention to what she was saying, but I felt the back of her fingers brush my scrotum and I could feel myself stretching in response, my cock moving along my thigh to point up towards my belly button. She made no move to cover me. She ignored my erection and moved to the other leg. I flipped the towel down to cover it and concentrated on my plot line, thinking it would fade. It did, a little, but then she was at my other thigh. She flipped the towel up again and continued her massage, rubbing deep into the crevice between my leg and body, the back of her hands rubbing my scrotum with every stroke. She lifted both my legs so my feet were flat on the table and then she continued rubbing the back of my legs, moving closer to my butt. I heard the snapping of a latex glove and then felt an oiled finger moving around the outside of my anus and then she was inside, rubbing slowly until she found what I assume was my prostate. The only person to have ever touched my prostate was my doctor and he was always rough and the experience unpleasant. This was entirely different. At first I was tense and nervous but she was moving very slowly and gently and I began to feel a warm fullness that spread through out my entire body. Spontaneously I started cumming, quantities that I didn't know I possessed. Now she was stroking in and out almost as if she was milking the gland. I felt completely drained.
She put my legs down and cleaned me with the towel and said, "Now you will be able to relax." I turned over and promptly fell asleep. Some time later she woke me and said, "You did very well today. There was a lot that had built up. Make sure you drink lots of fluid."
I dressed and went to have a sandwich and then crawled into bed and slept for three hours. By the time I woke it was five and I was two thousand words short. I looked out the front window and saw that Roxanne was baking herself in the last of the sun. I put my swim shorts and went out, thinking that a short swim might wake me up. Roxanne called me over. "Husband had to leave to go to Caymans for two nights. You will take me to dinner?"
I said, "I have to finish some writing so I may not be able to go until 8."
"Is OK." I jumped into the water and swam for ten minutes. Getting out I hosed off with the handheld shower shedding my shorts onto the lounge and went straight to writing. I ignored the sound of my ipad skype, focused and managed to finish the word count. I put on a towel and went to tell Roxanne. I heard the hum of a vibrator just as I knocked. I said, "Roxanne, it's Rob. Dinner in 20?"
She said, "Is OK to come in." I expected the worst but she was sitting up in a silk robe. I repeated myself and she said she would be ready. I went back and skyped my wife.
"I hit my 10000 words. Sorry I didn’t answer earlier but I was on a roll. I’m going to send them to you to edit." I figured she'd know I was really working then. "I liked your pussy picture. How did you get so close."
"She heard you on skype and then she called me over and said I might as well send you a close up. Her husband walked up as I was taking the shot. Apparently he has some kind of dysfunction from taking steroids. His dick got hard so they went inside to have sex."
"I'm glad you're managing to get work done with all the distraction."
"It's less of a distraction than you'd think, though they did bring a girl home last night. I think it was for her. They woke me at three with their noise."
“So did you see her?”
“Yes, as she was leaving. I’d seen her last night at dinner. I went down the road to eat where a reggae band was playing.”
“Did you jerk off?”
“No, I read a history novel until I nodded off.” There was a knock at the door. “I agreed to accompany Roxanne to dinner. Her husband left for two days to go to the Caymans.”
“Are you going to fuck her?”
“Noooo. That’s an odd question to ask.”
“I almost wish you would. Go to dinner and call me after.”
I went out. I was wearing shorts and a loose shirt. Roaxanne said, “We are going nice restaurant in country. You have long trousers?”
I said, “Sure.” She moved to stand in the doorway. The rockhouse was one big room with my clothing hanging in an open closet. I turned around to look at her.
She said, “I have not seen you naked. Seems unfair when you stare at me. Massage girl says you have big equipment.”
I took off my shirt and hung it and then shucked off my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear. I figured if I got my pants on quickly I wouldn’t embarrass myself by getting hard. I kept turned away and just as I had one leg on she said, “Turn around and show please.” I nearly fell over trying to get the second leg on and then turned around.
Roxanne said, “Is very nice.” She pulled the front of the short filmy dress she was wearing up, showing that she too was not wearing underwear. I could feel myself expanding and quickly closed and zipped my pants. We went to the front of the hotel and I saw a small black limo waiting for us. The ride to the restaurant took twenty minutes and during the ride Roxanne asked me about the book I was writing. I don’t really like talking about my work, but to tell the truth I was a little nervous. Her dress was some kind of puffy thin cotton, the top held up by two spaghetti straps and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now of course I’d seen her naked lots of times but this display was much more sexual and I didn’t feel at ease. Worse I could tell she sensed it. We were both sitting in the back seat and the window to the driver was up, but it was quite a small car, some kind of old British make and our knees were almost touching. Her breasts would bounce with every bump in the road. Once she said, “Is funny watching you look at my tits bouncing.” Her nipples were hard.
We arrived and there were quite a few people there and I realized it was some kind of party for her. Most of them were European. A small steel drum band was playing quietly in the corner. The restaurant appeared to be an old plantation house with wide porches overlooking distant mountains and cultivated fields of banana, cane and fruit. We ate and Roxanne asked me to dance; I endured several slow songs with that luscious body pressed against me. I didn’t feel like drinking much so I stuck to fruit punch, but Roxanne seemed to be drinking for the both of us. After a while she drifted off and I became resigned to waiting it out, regretting coming because I figured I wouldn’t be getting much sleep, but then she turned up with a girl in tow, both giggling drunk and announced we would be heading back to the hotel.
The back seat was too small for the three of us to be comfortable, but Roxanne insisted I sit in the jump seat facing them. The girl, whose name was Davida, was the opposite of Roxanne. Short blonde hair cut in a page-boy, she was athletic looking and English. They behaved themselves for the first ten minutes, but then they started kissing and soon both pairs of breasts were out, nipples hard. They were both having a lot of fun playing titty kissing games but after fifteen minutes Roxanne seemed to remember me and paused looking at me, “I bet is completely hard now. Please to show.”
I was of course, but the car was bouncing over the potholes again and I didn’t want to let go of the handstrap. Davida said, “I’m curious too.” She leaned across and I could feel a small hand squeeze me and then she undid my belt and unzipped me. Both of them cooed and seemed to get even hotter for each other. I zipped up as I watched Roxanne’s hand inching further up Davida’s skirt and thankfully the car arrived.
I said goodnight and wandered to my house, thinking that I was going to have a crappy night’s sleep. It wasn’t as late as I’d thought, and I remembered promising my wife I’d skype so I buzzed her. I told her about the evening and the ride back. She wanted to know all the details of their making out and then said she had a picture to send me. I figured she’d taken one of herself, so I was shocked when I opened the pic to see a large, fully erect and curved penis.
She said, “I was telling Jeff about your adventures and I saw he was getting hard, so I asked if I could take a picture.” Jeff was her trainer. She said, “That’s almost as unusual as Roxanne’s pussy isn’t it. Isn’t it amazing how it curves up and how thick the head is?”
I didn’t know what to think. Here I was a thousand miles away and my wife was arousing her trainer and sending me pictures of his cock. I said, “Yeah it’s unusual.”
My wife picked up on my ambivalent tone. “Why are you upset I thought you’d enjoy it.”
“I guess I’m a little jealous. I mean I haven’t been arousing Roxanne.”
“Oh it was your story that got him hard not me.” I had to laugh.
“You are so naïve. Of course he might say that but it was the fact that you were telling him that aroused him. He wants to fuck you.”
“Well he does that’s true.”
I felt lump in my throat. “And you want to fuck him?”
There was a pause and then she said, “Not if it’s going to harm us. I guess I figured that if you did Roxanne you wouldn’t feel bad about my having a fling.”
Just at that moment there was a knock at the door and I saw Roxanne’s face. I said, “She’s at the door. All I want is a quiet night.”
My wife said, “Let her in I want to talk to her.”
I opened the door. Roxanne came in, appearing curiously sober. I handed her the ipad and took out the ear plugs. I left the picture of the cock on the screen. Roxanne said, “Is very interesting penis.”
My wife said, “Hi Roxanne, this is Sheila, Rob’s wife. I’m hoping you’ll fuck him so I can fuck my trainer.”
Roxanne said, “I’m thinking he is not interested. He has not made any passes. Very unusual. Perhaps he does not find vagina appealing. But I have different vagina next door, maybe he will be enthusiastic about it.”
Sheila said, “Well give it your best shot. Goodnight darling, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you.”
She hung up leaving me with the dick picture staring at me. Roxanne sat on the corner of the bed saying, “So what you going to do. Are you jealous of owner of curved penis?”
I was, actually, but aroused as well. “Yes. Actually I’m just upset. I came here to write and I need concentration to do that.”
“You would upset if she fucked him?”
“Yeah, it’s different. You’re here and you’ll leave and we probably won’t see each other again. He’s there, in the middle of my life.”
“Maybe she should fly here. I will have sex with her and find man you don’t know to fuck her.” She looked at me. “Everyone needs variety.”
She said, “Come look at Davida, you will laugh.” We went next door. Davida was naked in the middle of the bed, fast asleep, snoring loudly. “Is like freight train. Had too much to drink and after I used vibrator and gave her orgasm she out like dim bulb.” As we watched she moved and farted loudly. Roxanne looked at me, “So much for romance. I will sleep with you? No sex for now.”
We went back to my room and I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, exhausted. Roxanne slipped in beside me and spooned against my back. I could feel her hard nipples. I turned on my back and she put her head on my chest. I felt the weight of a breast on my stomach. My cock hardened and I felt her hand circle me. “We will not have sex but will give each other relief for good sleeping.” Her hand traced down my legs and then up to cradle my balls. She moved her head and I could feel her breath on my cock and then her tongue licked down the back of my shaft. I wonder if she’d gone to the Clinton School of Sexual Definitions. She was very slow and very good, bringing me to the brink twice before finishing me, swallowing every drop and then she swung her legs over my face and lowered an already wet pussy to my mouth. I took each one of those huge lips inside my mouth and then felt them on my cheeks as I stuck my tongue as deep as it would go. I swirled it around and started licking from her perineum up to the top of her lips. Her clit was hard and I gently licked and sucked it. Her orgasm only took a few minutes. Afterwards we cuddled and I quickly fell asleep. When I woke she was gone and the sun was bright.
I texted my wife. “I’m worried you’ll start something you won’t want to stop.” She responded, “He’s moving to Sacramento at the end of next week.” I said, “So you’re not going to fall in love?” “No, I don’t really like him. Just want to fuck him. Did you fuck R last night?” “No, mutual oral.” “Send pics.” “K; U2”
I went out for my morning swim, concentrating on the chapters I had to write and surprisingly I found the words flowing well. I didn’t go for breakfast, and by lunch I had finished most of my daily requirement. When I came back from lunch Roxanne and Davida were having sandwiches on the terrace, naked. I put on my trunks and swam. When I came back they were making love on the yoga mat, legs scissored over each other, their pelvis’ grinding. Davida had a beautiful tight body. I watched for a minute and went back inside to finish the daily word count. I kept on writing straight through and when I surfaced I’d done ten thousand words, a daily record. I went out for a last swim and saw the two girls. They both had suits on and joined me. I felt really good about the day’s work; the novel was shaping well. We agreed we’d go to dinner together. I went to get ready and signed on to check my email. There was one from my wife with two videos attached. I was afraid to open them. Roxanne and Davida came into the room, dressed and ready. I showed her the attachments, she said, “We must watch, but after dinner then we will maybe make video to send her.”
We went to dinner but I really didn’t have much of an appetite thinking about my marriage. This was crazy but I guess I’d started it. The blowjob last night had been pretty amazing and the feeling of those plump lips in my mouth was incredibly erotic. I had a couple of drinks with dinner and watched Roxanne and Davida dancing with each other. We walked home on the beach. I think Roxanne picked up on my conflicted mood. When we reached the rooms she said, “Come let’s watch videos.”
I played the first one. It was a video of Sheila, saying “I’ve been so excited all day, looking at pictures of the beautiful pussy you enjoyed last night and also looking at the pictures of the cock I’m going to have later. I wanted to show you my new grooming.” She was naked and her nipples were hard. Roaxanne cooed saying, “Oh she is pretty I would like to have her.” The iphone roamed down her body. She’d shave all her hair and she pulled her lips apart, showing us a moist hole. Her clit was hard. “I played with myself a few minutes ago.” She said and then she ended the video.
The second video opened with a wide shot of our bedroom with Sheila’s voice. There were candles in corners and the bed was turned down, with a couple of the plump pillows she liked for sex support at the top of the bed. She said, “OK here we are. I’m a little nervous because this is the first strange cock in ten years. He should be here any minute.” The video paused and then restarted and she resumed, “Brian has arrived and I’ve told him that I have to have some video. He was a little shy at first but here he is. She panned the camera towards a young guy who was probably 25. He was wearing gym clothes. The video paused and when it resumed he was naked. His cock looked large but was unaroused. She said, “He’s a little camera shy so I’m going to pause, do a strip and get him ready to perform.” The next start showed him lying flat on the bed. He was a little plumper and then she told him to hold it and we could see her crawling on the bed towards him. He held the camera up and I saw her lift his cock and start playing with it, beating it against her cheeks and lips and then taking it in her mouth. It grew so large that she couldn’t fit much inside. The curve was pretty amazing; when hard his cockhead touched his belly. She said, “Now, we’re about to get busy but I want you to see him go inside me for the first time.” The video stopped and now she was on her back at the edge of the bed. He was holding the camera pointed at her pussy and we could see his cock approaching her lips. He rubbed it up and down. Her pussy hole looked so tiny but then he moved a little and the ridged head slipped inside. She must have been really wet because he only moved in and out a few times before burying himself in her. He pointed the camera at her stomach and we could see the bump in her flat tummy where he’d bottomed out. She was breathless as she said, “Oh my god, that curve hits just right.” The video stopped.
Davida had taken her bottoms off sometime during the video and had fingers inside herself. Roxanne and I looked at her. She said, in her proper English accent, “That’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen, sending your husband a video of you fucking someone.” Roxanne pulled my shirt off and stripped off my shorts, pushing me back on the bed.
“That was a fine cock she had but I will enjoy this just as much.” David moved over and I felt her lips on me and I became long and hard. She held me upright and I saw those two puffy lips lowered to me. She went very slowly because it was the tightest pussy I’ve ever entered. She started cumming before she got all the way down, “Oh is first big one in years.”
She leaned forward and I felt those heavy breasts in my hand and then I was sucking and pinching her nipples. A few minutes later Davida swung her leg over my head and plopped her pussy on my face. I used my hands to hold her butt cheeks so I wouldn’t suffocate and then slipped a finger up her ass. I felt one of her hands around my dick, as she played with Roxanne’s pussy and my shaft. After what seemed forever, and certainly after a few orgasms by Davida put lots of girl cum in my mouth they switched and I had Roxanne’s amazing lips in my mouth again. The different sensation of Davida’s muscular thighs soon set me off and I exploded inside her. Just as I finished cumming I heard a knock on the door and Jack was in the room.
“Good work sweetheart.” I hope you had that in you?”
Roxanne said, “Yes just got off, she got load. Would you like to eat?”
He was stripping and Roxanne climbed off my face and pushed Davida over. “Let my husband clean you up.”
She busied herself cleaning me, watching her husband’s mouth at work. Soon he had Davida cumming again and I was hard so she climbed on. “Jack you are very hard, put up ass.” She leaned forward and I felt his knees between my legs and then felt him through her thin membrane. “Oh that feels good.” We started moving together. Once he slipped out and I felt him slid in beside me. That was interesting.
We all ran out of energy about an hour later. Curiously Davida and Jack spent the night together while Roxanne slept again in my bed. In the morning I was finally able to spend an hour between her legs getting to know those wonderful lips that had been the cause of the entire adventure.
Everyone left a few days later, and I carried on and finished the novel. I left Jamaica content with my work, but I had a surprise when I got home. The house was empty and I feared the worst, but then I found a note. “Roxanne and I went shopping. Jack’s arriving later. See you for dinner.”

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