Watching My Wife in Jamaica (excerpt, Victoria Wessex)

Hi

I haven't posted for a while because I've been busy writing, but I have a new, 36,000 word cuckold story for you.

You may know me as Victoria Wessex (Cuckolded - My Wife on the Oil Rig, My Wife at the Renaissance Faire, Cuckolded By My Boss, etc.). I'm still using that name, but I'm keeping it for my romantic work. Victoria Kasari is the name I'll be using from now on for all my cuckold stories (and I have a lot planned for the next few months). I have a new website at The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! to go with the new name

This story is all about a first time cuckold discovering that he likes to show off his wife. On vacation in Jamaica, he first encourages her to dress more sexily. Then the couple start to play games: she pretends to be single and goes into bars, and the local (black) men flirt with her and try to seduce her as her husband watches. But the games soon start to go further and further. When she meets hung black stud Jaric, flirting isn't enough...and soon, neither is just touching or groping. Will our hero go all the way and allow his beautiful wife to be fucked...right in front of him? And can he really trust Jaric...or does the other man intend to leave him the ultimate reminder of his vacation...a black baby growing inside his wife?

In a first for me, I've included two different endings, so you get to decide what happens

This story focuses much more on the couple than some of my previous stories, with plenty of hot sex between them as well as with the other man. If you're a guy, and you've been waiting for a story to share with your wife, I especially recommend this one. My female test audience really liked it.

A big chunk is below (it'll be in several posts, with links at the end). The full thing is out today at The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!, The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!, The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! and The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!. It will be $3.99 BUT as usual, as a thank you to Cuckold Place's admins for letting me post here, all of you can get it for 99 cents ($1 on Google Play because that's their minimum) if you grab it now. I'll hold the special price for all of today (Friday, August 15th) and the price will go up sometime tomorrow.

Don't have an ereader? You can buy from The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! and use their free Kindle app on your PC/tablet/phone. Or use their free Cloud reader and read in your web browser without installing anything.

Worried about your privacy? Buy from The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! and pay using your mobile phone. Or buy from The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! and pay using PayPal. All Romance Ebooks sell PDF and HTML versions as well as ereader versions, so all you need is your web browser.

Seen this post late and frustrated that you missed the 99 cent price? The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! at victoriakasari.com and I'll send you just a single email whenever I release a new story. No spam, just a notification that it's out so you can grab it at 99 cents if you want to.

And now, on with the story.

Chapter 5

We spent the next day by the pool. The hotel had an infinity pool that made it feel as if you were swimming in the open ocean and, with the sun warming the water and waiters bringing us cold cocktails, it was idyllic. There was plenty of eye candy—all around me were women in swimsuits and bikinis. But none of them were as beautiful as my wife.

Neither of us mentioned what had happened the night before. I hadn't even tried to get Kim to wear the new metallic red swimsuit I'd bought her. The whole thing might as well have been a dream.

Until the evening.

As we dressed to go out, Kim asked me, "Um...do you want me to wear the purple shirt?"

I turned and looked at her and she met my eyes. And I knew she was asking about more than just the outfit.

"Yes," I said, my heart already beating faster. "That'd be great."

When it was on, the shirt looked even better than I'd remembered it. Even with a bra, she looked as if she really was in danger of her boobs escaping from the shirt's snug embrace. With the bare midriff, too, there was a lot of skin on display. I actually started to feel a little nervous, now that we were actually doing this. Did I really want every guy gawping at my wife?

And then I remembered the feeling of watching them. Their hungry stares.

Yes, I definitely did want it.

Kim put on a black, clingy skirt. Not too short—it finished a little above the knee. But it showed off the ripe curves of her ass superbly. She added a pair of heels, a little higher than she'd usually wear, and they made her already long legs look even longer. The effect, when added together, was—

"Stunning," I told her. "You look stunning."

She walked up to me and pressed up against me, her breasts pillowing against my chest. I slid my hands all the way down her—mostly naked—back and clutched her ass through the skirt. The fabric was so thin and tight that I could feel the muscles of her ass cheeks as she shifted her weight. "I'm not done yet," she told me.

She broke away from me and did her make-up. Then she blow dried and straightened her hair. When she turned around I let out an audible gasp.

With her honey-blonde hair glass-straight, everything about her looked sleek, sexy and glossy: her exposed tan cleavage, her long legs and her wetly-glossed lips. She was wearing more eyeliner and mascara than usual. Not too much—it was classy, not slutty. But it made her eyes look bigger and more seductive. She was going to turn the head of any man who saw her.

And I was going to make sure that they saw her. Instead of keeping her safe home for myself, I was going to parade her in public, encouraging the men to pant and slather for her, before pulling her to safety. A twang of guilt hit me. Was this right? What sort of a man did this?

But she'd go home with me, and the sex afterwards would be amazing.

I kissed her, barely having to bend down—in the new heels, she was only a few inches smaller than me. "Let's do this," I said.

***

I'd thought a good deal about where to take her and had looked through the tourist guides to find the bars that would be full. Once we were on the main tourist streets, though, it was easy—we just followed the sound of thumping music and looked for the places that were full of people. We'd deliberately waited until almost eleven to head out, to ensure everywhere would be busy.

We headed for a packed bar not far away, where the music throbbed through the windows and the crowd seemed to be our age. As we got closer, Kim squeezed my hand.

"Still want to do this?" I asked.

She nodded. A second later, as we passed through the doors and into the dark, blue-lit interior, she gave another little excited squeeze.

It was cooler inside and, with the main light coming from about a thousand tiny blue LEDs in the ceiling, it felt almost as if we were underwater. People were lounging on white beanbags with cold beers, or standing around at the bar knocking back cocktails. At first, it felt like everyone was black, but when I looked more carefully there were quite a few white tourists there as well—though only about ten percent of the crowd.

As we passed through the crowd, I could see male heads turning to look at her. The heels made her ass sway as she walked and I saw the men's hungry looks as they watched those firm cheeks go back and forth. I knew what was going through their minds because it was going through my mind, too. They were imagining grabbing her ass with both hands, fondling those firm cheeks and then pushing up against her, stroking their hardening cocks in the cleft between the half-moons, until it was achingly erect. Then pushing her forward against the bar, making her bend over it to present her ass even more readily. The black skirt would be tugged up, exposing her. Her panties would be ripped off. And then, as she moaned in pleasure—

I drew in my breath, feeling the rising lust in the crowd around me. It was like a physical heat around us, pressing inward. I walked Kim over to the bar and ordered a couple of beers.

I saw the bartender—a guy in his thirties with a gleaming silver ring through one ear—do a double-take as Kim came up to the bar and leaned against it. Her breasts were already wantonly displayed by the purple shirt, but when she leaned forward a little, her nipples were almost exposed. I saw his hands shake as he passed us the two frosty bottles, his eyes firmly fixed on Kim's chest. He barely remembered to ask me for the money.

I could feel the eyes of the crowd on our backs. Then I realized there was a mirror above the bar and, glancing casually up at it, I saw just how many of the men were eying Kim up. Some of them were doing it openly, while others were taking sneaky peeks over their shoulders, now that they thought we couldn't see. Several huddles of men were talking in low voices, too low to be heard over the music even if I could have understood the Jamaican patois.

But from the way they kept glancing at Kim, nudging each other and smiling, I knew the sorts of things they were saying: discussing her body; rating her, maybe, on a scale of ten—surely, she'd rate at least a nine; talking about what they wanted to do to her...or what they wanted her to do to them.

Another ripple of guilt went through me. Was this right? They shouldn't be thinking those things...not about my wife! In their minds, she was already kneeling in front of them, her mouth open, her hand reaching for their cocks....

The heat flared up inside me, banishing the guilt. Not that I'd ever want anything like that to happen, not in reality. But knowing that they were thinking it...that was amazing.

"Do you think they're looking at me?" asked Kim nervously. It took me completely by surprise.

"God, yes! Can you not feel it? They're all looking at you!"

"Really?" She smiled a little, and there was a hint of a blush. I realized that it wasn't being looked at that was making her nervous. It was fear that maybe no one would look.

"Honey, you're gorgeous. Every man here wants you. Every one of them. Look in the mirror."

I saw her take a breath and then glance up—and immediately her eyes widened. She quickly dropped her eyes again, but now she was breathing fast.

"God...they really are!" She smiled a little wider, as if loving it but ashamed.

"That's not new, you know," I said slowly. "Men are always looking at you, back in LA. Even when you don't dress up."

She looked at me sharply, a doubting look on her face.

I blinked at her. "Did you really not know?" I asked, amazed. I'd never even considered that she might not realize how stunning she was. I was always telling her she was beautiful.

But then it hit me: me telling her that she was beautiful wasn't the same as other men lusting after her. Maybe she didn't trust my opinion anymore—she knew that I loved her, after all. Maybe she thought I'd lie, just to make her feel good. But another man lusting after her...that was an objective opinion and totally unknown territory. Would I be willing to do the same—to dress up in something designed to show me off, and encourage a room full of women to stare...to judge me?

I suddenly understood why she didn't dress up sexily at home. And also how brave she was being, doing it now. I grinned. "I love you," I blurted. "You know that, right?"

She smiled, too. She was still nervous, but her eyes were shining—she had a kind of glow, one I hadn't seen in a long time. The last hint of guilt died away. Tonight could be a good thing for her—and for us. It was giving her confidence of a sort that a million you look great, honey's from me never could. I leaned in and kissed her, relishing the softness of her lips, the sweet smell of her perfume. I could feel her warm breasts pushing against my arm as she nestled closer, and the kiss went on and on.

When we moved apart, we were both grinning like loons. "This was a good idea," she told me, and I nodded.

I sipped some beer, and it was only when I glanced in the mirror again that I realized everything had changed. All the men who'd been looking at Kim were looking away, now. Occasionally, they'd look her way, but it was just a passing glance.

They knew. They knew we were married. I mean, I guessed with hindsight that much had been obvious, since we'd walked in together. Maybe they'd even noticed our wedding rings. But the kiss had been the final straw. The beautiful blonde who'd strolled into their bar was clearly very, very taken.
I wouldn't have changed anything, though. The revelation I'd had was worth any amount of men lusting after Kim. I was more than happy.

When we left, though, hand in hand, I felt the stirrings of lust. Back on the street, amongst men who hadn't seen us in the bar, there was more interest. As an experiment, I casually dropped her hand when we were halfway down the street and just walked side-by-side. The number of men checking her out definitely went up.

They had to think she was single. That was the next step.

I knew she wouldn't have agreed to it before, but now that she was feeling more confident....

"Are you enjoying it?" I asked, taking her hand again for reassurance.

She nodded and blushed. "Yeah. I feel like maybe I shouldn't. I mean, I shouldn't need other men looking at me...."

I shrugged. "Why not? It doesn't bother me—in fact, the opposite. You know that. We all need...I don't know...approval?"

She nodded. "So what now? Go into another bar?" I was surprised by how enthusiastic she sounded. I'd been worried that I'd persuaded her into this but, now that she'd tried it, she seemed at least as eager as me.

It crossed my mind that that didn't matter. Just because we both wanted to do it, didn't make it right...or safe. Something could still go wrong with this whole game, and it would still be me who'd started it.
But what was going to go wrong?

"Maybe we could go a little further," I said carefully. "Like...what if you went into the next place on your own?"

"On my own?!"

"I'd be right there with you...just a minute behind, so it doesn't look like we're together."

She thought about it. "And then what?"

"You take a seat at the bar, order a cocktail wait for someone to buy you one."

"You think they'll do that?"

"Of course they'll do that. It'll be a race to see who gets to you first."

She bit her lip, thinking. "And then what?"

"Maybe you talk to a guy. Let him flirt with you a bit."

She did one of her little squirms—just a tiny shimmy of her spine, but it let me know that she was both turned on and slightly disturbed by the idea. Or, more likely, disturbed because she was turned on by it. "Flirt? But no touching?"

I stopped walking. I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know," I said honestly.

She stopped too, and turned to me. "Do you want him to touch me?" she asked in a low voice.

We both stood there staring at each other, both of us wearing poker faces. Neither of us seemed to want to speak first.

Touching her? I hadn't really thought about that. I mean, I had thought about it in my fantasies—I'd gone much further than that, in my fantasies—but having another man's hands on her in real life? Was I ready for that?

"Maybe?" I said at last, hedging my bets. "A little?"

She swallowed and nodded.

"I mean, are you okay with that?" I asked. "Because that's what's important. Are you okay with it?"

She nodded again. She looked very serious, and I was worried for a moment that I'd offended her. Then I saw how fast she was breathing. She wasn't angry; she was turned on. "Okay," she said. "But how do we...I mean, how do we end things? Do you come over and tell him I'm with you?"

In a way, that appealed to me. Snatching her away from under their noses, just as they thought they were getting somewhere. But, at the same time, I wasn't doing this to humiliate them. Better to leave them feeling good about the beautiful blonde they met. Then we'd all be having fun, and no harm would be done to anyone.

At that stage, it all still felt perfectly safe.

There was another reason, too. Assuming we did this more than once, maybe some of these guys who met Kim would talk to each other. It was a long shot, but the idea that one guy might tell his pal about the gorgeous blonde American he met in a bar, and his friend saying that he thought he'd met her too, and then comparing notes on her breasts, her ass, her smile...that made me go heady with lust.

"I'll signal you," I said, starting to walk again. "I'll be in the bar, but the guy won't know you're with me. So you can keep an eye on me and when I signal you, you make your excuses and leave."

Kim's face lit up. "A signal? Like a secret signal, like we're spies?"

I grinned. "Yeah."

She smiled. "I always wanted to be a spy. You could scratch your ear or something."

Then it hit me that we were missing something obvious. "Wait. Do you have your phone with you?"

She did, of course. Kim and her phone were inseparable. We arranged that I'd call her when I wanted it to end, or if it looked like things were going too far, and if she needed an escape route before that, she'd look in her handbag and that would be my cue to call her early. "I'll pretend you're my friend, back at the hotel," Kim told me. "And you've got food poisoning. And I have to come and look after you."

I blinked. "That's good," I said. "You would have made a good spy."

I saw another bar at the end of the street. A big place, with plenty of people in it. Perfect. "Ready to try it?" I asked.

She bit her lip. "I don't know. Wait. So I'm a single woman sitting at the bar? Do people even do that?"

"Sure. I mean, if you're single, what else are you going to do?" Thinking about it, back in the days I used to hit the bars as a single guy, most girls were there in groups. Did women really go to bars and sit there on their own, waiting for someone to notice them? What sort of women?

Women who were looking for a man. That's the message Kim would be sending. She might as well hang a sign around her neck saying single and looking. The thought sent a wave of heat down my body, ending in a tightening of my cock. "You'll be fine," I told her. Then I remembered something. "Wait! Your ring. Take your ring off."

She looked horrified. "Take my ring off?!"

"Otherwise they'll know you're married."

She looked doubtfully at her wedding band. "That feels...wow. That's a big thing."

She stood there staring at it for so long that I changed my mind. I didn't want to upset her. "Forget it," I said.

But she abruptly shook her head. "No. You're right. If we're going to play this game, let's play it properly." And she slid off her wedding band. She swallowed. "Wow. God, that feels weird." She looked at her engagement ring. "This, too?"

I shrugged nervously. "I guess. Unless you want to pretend you're someone's fiancée who's cheating?"

Her eyes went wide. "I don't want him to think I'm cheating!" She looked up at me, worried. "This isn't cheating, is it? I mean, should we even be doing this?"

I put my hand on her shoulder. "No. It's not cheating. How can it be cheating if we both want it? It's fine."

She nodded slowly and slid the diamond ring from her finger, then stared at the bare digit. "God. That's the first time they've been off since they went on. It feels...wow. I didn't think it'd feel this weird."

I stared at her hand. Luckily, the rings had been loose enough that there wasn't a noticeable tan line. There was nothing to suggest she was married. It made her look...different. More than you'd think a tiny bit of metal could. She wasn't a married woman anymore. She was young, beautiful...and available.

"Don't lose them," she said, a nervous lilt in her voice, and laid the rings in my palm. I put them carefully into my deepest pocket.

Kim stared at the door of the bar, as much fear as excitement on her face.
"Don't panic," I said gently. "I'll be right there with you, just a little way behind."

She nodded. And then, shoulders set, she walked off ahead of me. I watched her all the way to the door, heads already turning as she passed men in the street. At the door, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside and disappeared into the darkness.

And it began.

Chapter 6

I stood outside for a moment, wondering how long to wait. We should have talked about that. One minute? Two? I didn't want it to look as if we'd just been briefly separated, and I was chasing after her. I wanted her to have enough time to get to the bar and sit down. On the other hand, if I waited too long, she might think I'd abandoned her.

And what if something happened to her? The guilt came back. I'd just sent my wife, alone and scantily dressed, into a bar neither of us knew, at close to midnight. I stared at the dark doorway. What if I went inside and she was already gone? What if some guy had pulled her into the restrooms? What if she was being dragged, a hand over her mouth, out of the bar and into a dark alley...or into the back of a van, never to be seen again?

I told myself I was being ridiculous. We were right in the heart of the tourist area, and she was in a public place. Nothing was going to happen to her.

Even so, after two minutes I couldn't wait any longer. My breath tight in my chest, I strode down the street and into the bar.

Inside, it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the gloom. The place was one big room, with a live band playing reggae on a stage at one end. In the middle, there was a crowd of people standing around watching and sipping cocktails. At the far end was the bar, with a line of cherry red bar stools.

My heart stopped. Kim wasn't there.

Wait: there! My heart started beating again as a guy moved aside and I saw her. She was sitting diagonally on a bar stool, her bare knees almost touching—

I drew in my breath. There was already a guy sitting next to her, talking to her. Jesus, he must have pounced the instant she walked in!

It was difficult to judge his age, but I pegged him at a few years younger than me. Black, like almost everyone in the place, with his hair in tight cornrows. His bright orange shirt would have looked ridiculous on me but, against his brown-black skin, I had to admit it looked great. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and sandals, like he'd just stepped in off the beach. As he leaned in closer to talk to Kim, everything about him said casual. Easy-going. I was too far away to hear what he was saying, but I saw him point down the street, then off in the other direction. As if he was telling her about nearby places. Definitely a local, then. That was probably his chat-up shtick: helping the poor white tourist who doesn't know her way around. I wondered if he was going to offer to show her the sights.

His shirt was open a few buttons at his neck, showing off smooth, dark skin and a hint of broad, curving pecs. He had that "X"-shaped body woman go nuts for—big chest and narrow waist, then powerful thighs. Not as big—or as good looking, I decided—as the guy I'd seen from the balcony the night before. But still obviously a guy who could pick and choose.

And tonight, he'd chosen my wife.

Kim was playing her part, her bare knees almost touching him as she sat there, beer in one hand, body leaning in to him slightly. Her expression was captivated, a broad smile on her face. I could see the guy grinning, too, his eyes locked on hers...except when they flicked down to that smooth, perfect cleavage. God, she looked so beautiful—every guy in the bar must be wishing for a better look at those breasts, those legs. Wishing they were the lucky guy at the bar with her. And if they noticed me at all, they must think I was just like them, another competitor who'd gotten there too late.

I moved closer, planting myself against a wall and then edging along it, as if I was trying to find a spot to lean and chill. I tried to keep my eyes moving around the bar so that it wasn't obvious I was staring at the couple, but it was hard to tear my gaze from them.

The couple. That's how I'd thought of them, for a second. That's how everyone else would see them. Anyone entering the bar now would spot my wife and then see the man talking to her and know that she was taken...but not by me. The idea sent a strange shudder through me—not unlike fear, but ending in a hot wave that soaked straight down to my groin.

The guy shuffled closer on his bar stool—only an inch, but it made all the difference. Now, when he leaned in to tell her something, he could—yes—touch her on the shoulder without looking as if he was reaching. He made out that it was a casual touch, but I saw my wife stiffen...then relax. That was the first contact, the breaking down of the first of her barriers. And once he'd gotten her comfortable with that...

As I stared at them sitting there together, his black hand so close to her lightly tan skin, the difference between them really hit me for the first time. It hadn't even occurred to me until I'd seen Kim back in the other bar, the only white woman in a sea of black men. But now it was becoming obvious that, whoever we randomly pulled into our little game, he was almost certainly going to be black. And somehow, the idea of Kim being lusted after...flirted with...touched by a black guy was even hotter than if a white guy was doing it. I couldn't figure out why. Something about the look of his dark skin against her much paler flesh was just so intoxicating, so erotic. God, imagine if they were naked, his black body between her white thighs—

I cut off that train of thought. That wasn't going to happen, of course. We wouldn't go anywhere near that far.

The man looked over his shoulder, as if afraid of being overheard by someone. Then he beckoned her closer and they leaned their heads together. His heavyset jaw was suddenly right up against her ear as he whispered to her. She giggled, then laughed loudly, a musical sound. And his hand was suddenly on her back, as if to help her lean in to him. But the hand rubbed in slow circles, over her back...her lower back...and then his fingers were just skimming over her ass. I saw her stiffen again...and relax again.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. The sight of his hand there made my face go hot in anger and shame but, at the same time, I could feel my cock throb and grow. God...that was my wife! My wife he had his hand on, the fingertips stroking and exploring. Her skirt was so thin that she might as well be naked...he'd be able to feel every firm curve of her, feel the warmth of her skin through the material. And I was standing by and letting it happen. No, making it happen!

I put one hand in my pocket, feeling the comforting shape of my phone. I could end this. At any moment, I could end this.

But I didn't want to.

Then the guy half-got up and moved his bar stool closer to hers, so they were almost touching. When he sat next to her again, their thighs were pressed together, and I imagined the heat of her against him. Kim glanced around for a second, maybe looking for me, but she didn't seem to see me. I could see that her face was flushed, though, her eyes wide with arousal.

The guy's arm slipped around her waist, his hand curling around her to snug her in close to him. Their faces were inches apart now. God, was he going to kiss her? We hadn't talked about kissing!

He was staring very intensely into her eyes, now, as he spoke in a slow voice. I wished I could hear what he was saying, but the music from the band was too loud.

He said something and Kim's mouth fell open...and then I saw, quite clearly, her gaze drop to the front of his pants. Then he took her hand in his and glanced towards the door.

He was trying to get her to leave with him! Would she do it? What would happen if she did? I imagined a seedy hotel room, or even the two of them going back to our hotel room. The two of them on the bed, him stripping her clothes from her, his mouth and hands ravishing her naked body, then his pants dropping to the floor—

My fingers closed around my phone, but they froze there. For a second, I actually hesitated.

Then I pulled it out and hit the quick-dial icon for Kim. Long seconds passed while the call connected and then, to my relief, Kim gave a little jerk and looked down at her purse, then pulled out her phone and answered.

"Are you okay?" I asked without thinking. "Don't leave with him!"

"Really?" said Kim. "God, you're throwing up? That's awful! I'll be right there!" And she hung up.

Over at the bar, I saw her talk quickly to the guy and get up from her stool. The guy looked a little disgruntled, but nodded and took the opportunity to savor the view of her chest, now at eye level, as he sat there.

Seconds later, Kim bustled out of the bar. I held back for a minute so that it wouldn't look too obvious, then followed.

Kim was waiting just outside. She was pacing around, grinning crazily, almost giggling. I grabbed her hand and towed her down the street. "Tell me everything!" I said breathlessly.

She pushed in close against me, nestling against my body. Closer than normal, in fact. Maybe she wanted to reassure me that she was still mine. "His name was Thomas," she told me. "He works on one of the tourist boats."

"He had his hand on your ass."

"I know." She grinned. "It felt good."

Rage bubbled up inside me and I went quiet for a moment. We walked in tense silence. Until now, the jealousy had been overshadowed by my arousal and I'd only felt it distantly, like a storm you can see on the horizon. Now, though, it was right on top of me. "Okay," I said, in a voice that betrayed that it wasn't.

She looked at me, worried. I could see the fear in her eyes, then—that she'd hurt me. "Does it bother you? We can stop—"

"No," I said quickly. The jealousy was still there. The thought that another man had given her pleasure, that his hand had been on her body.... But those were the exact same things that turned me on so much. The anger and lust were like two sides of the same coin. I couldn't have one without the other. "No, it's...."

She waited patiently for a reply.

I tried to find the right words. "It's...part of it? I think?" I said at last. "I am enjoying it. Definitely." I swallowed. "How did it feel?" My insides were twisting. Would she think I was weird?

"It felt different," she told me. "Different to you."

"Why?" I asked hoarsely.

"Because it was someone new, I think. You remember what it's like to kiss someone for the first time, or touch them for the first time? All the excitement. Not sure if it's going to happen or not. It was that."

I was trying to remember what it had been like, back in the early days with Kim. Going on dates, imagining what she looked like under her blouse, then getting her down to her bra and imagining her nipples. Each time, we'd go a little further. Would this be the night I got to feel her breasts? Her pussy? Fuck her? God, it had been incredible. And just now, Thomas had had all that with my wife...and she'd had it with him.

"And also..." Kim was saying, "I think because...." She flushed.

"Because he was black?" I asked quietly.

She hesitated, then nodded guiltily.

"Have you ever...been with a black guy before? Maybe before we met?"

She shook her head. "I think that's part of it. That I've never...." She trailed off. "Does it make me racist?"

I pulled her closer. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it didn't bother Thomas, if it turned you on that he was black."

"He was just so...different, you know? Different to any guy I'd had before."

I nodded. I'd been feeling something similar, watching the two of them together. "What about at the end? It looked like he wanted you to go somewhere with him."

She smirked. "He told me that he was hard for me."

My eyes bugged out. I remembered her looking at his groin.

"It sounded a lot sexier when he said it," Kim said. "In that Jamaican accent."

"Was he?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded. "God, yes. Huge bulge in his pants." She sounded awed.

Of course he'd been hard. She was sexy as hell. "'Huge?'" I asked.

She looked worried again.

"I won't be mad," I said. "Promise."

She nodded.

"Bigger than me?"

She nodded again. Then, "They say black guys are bigger."

"That's a myth though, right?"

"I don't know. I thought it was. But he was definitely bigger."

The jealousy again, stabbing through me. And yet, at the same time, I suddenly had an image of a thick, long black cock, parting her folds. Driving up inside her. Would it stretch her? Would she like that—being stretched a little?

Academic, I told myself. I wouldn't let her go that far.

"So what now?" Kim asked.

I stopped walking and turned to look at her. Her face was lit up in the neon glow of the bar behind us and I could see her eyes shining with excitement. And also fear. Fear that this would go wrong, fear that we'd do something that would hurt us.

I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. And then I kissed her, drawing a yelp of surprise from her before it changed into an mmm and her lips flowered open under mine. "I love you," I said when we came up for air.

She panted and nodded, grinning. I felt as if we were unstoppable. The jealousy had burned away, leaving me with just the raw lust of seeing her dressed so sexily, the high of knowing that other men had stared, flirted, even touched...but that only I'd be going home with her.

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?" she asked. She had her palm on my chest, her touch warm through my shirt, and something in her tone told me that we'd both be tearing our clothes off as soon as we got through the hotel room door.

We should have gone back. But I wanted to play some more. The sex would be even better, afterwards, if we did it again.

"Let's do it once more," I told her.

She took a deep breath, as excited as I was. "Okay," she said. "Where?"

There was a place across the street that looked promising. Plenty of guys about our age. It had orange walls and, instead of a normal sign above the door, someone had sawed a pale blue rowing boat in half lengthwise and hung that there, with the name painted in big letters on the side: Mulhoney's. It looked friendly. Safe.

"There," I said. I kissed her again. "I'll be right behind you."

She hurried off into the bar. And that's when it all went wrong.


Chapter 7

This time, I didn't wait as long. I wanted to be there when she was approached. I wanted to see the guys look at her before moving in. I went through the door only thirty seconds or so behind Kim, but immediately turned the other way, not even looking at her, and then sidled around the room so that I could watch without being obvious.

The place was dark, dark enough that Kim's skin, in reality a light tan, gleamed almost white amongst the shadows. She threaded her way through the crowd and I marveled at the way the heels drew attention to her legs and ass. Her skirt wasn't crazy short—there were only a few inches of pale thigh visible above the knee—but, if you were to slide your hand under the tight fabric, your fingers wouldn't have far to go before they touched her panties. The thought made my cock stir...and so did the knowledge that every other guy in the place was thinking the same thing.

There was a mixture of couples and single guys in the bar, and the men all immediately perked up when they caught sight of Kim—even the ones who were there with their girlfriends. God, was I that obvious, when I was out with Kim and I saw a hot woman? I could actually see the wave of excitement pass through the room, radiating out from Kim as she moved. One guy moved to intercept her, but then seemed to veer off at the last moment. I frowned. What had he seen? Did he suspect she wasn't single?

Kim sat down. And just as she did so, a huge, black hand landed on her naked forearm. We both looked at the man at the same time.

It was him. The guy I'd seen from the balcony the day before. The one who'd been watching her.

I felt fear clutching at me, cold fingers of dread closing around my chest. Should I warn her? Call the whole thing off?

Why? I couldn't explain my disquiet...but there was just something about the guy. He was different to the other suitors. I realized now why the other guy had veered off—he'd seen this guy approaching. Either the dreadlocked man had some sort of reputation or he just exuded that dominant air—that if he even glanced at a woman first, she was his.

I felt sick. Not his, I reminded myself desperately. Mine. He just didn't know it, yet. He must not have noticed her ring, the previous day, or he wouldn't be making a move now. Right?

He didn't waste any time. He didn't seem to ask her what she wanted, just called for the bartender to bring him a beer and some sort of cocktail for Kim. Kim looked at it warily, but accepted it and sipped as she listened to him.

He wasn't the same as the guy in the first bar. That guy had been smooth and practised—a pick-up artist. This guy was more...raw. He didn't care about lines or following rules or making the right impression. He seemed to be just be laying it out for her, telling her what he wanted. And from his gestures and the looks he gave her...what he wanted was her.

I tried to get closer, but there was a clear gap between them and me. I'd stick out a mile if I stood in the middle. It didn't help that the guy's voice was a deep, rich baritone that got lost in the music. I could hear what Kim said, sometimes, but could only make out a word or two of what he was saying.

I realized that Kim's face had changed completely. In the previous bar, she'd appeared transfixed, as if she was hanging on every word of the guy in the orange shirt. Now, with the dreadlocked man, her face was a lot more mobile. I could actually see her nostrils flare as she breathed, and her eyes were wide and darting around his face. It looked as if her pupils were huge and dilated, and she seemed to be flushed.

She'd been acting, before. She wasn't acting now. She liked him. No, more than that. She wanted him.

Another swirl of unease inside me. I'd started this game because I wanted men to look at her. I hadn't considered that she'd start to look back at them. You idiot! What have you started?!

But it was okay. Kim was completely faithful. This wouldn't go any further than we both wanted it to.

But how far is that? Because, even as the electricity between them scared me, the image rose again in my head, unbidden, of the two of them together. More details, this time. His long hair tossing as he buried himself savagely in her. Her scream of passion as he thrust—

I swallowed. I didn't want that. Of course I didn't. But what if it happened anyway? What if things got out of hand? My phone was right there in my pocket. I could end it instantly....

But I didn't want to. I wanted—needed—to see more.

I was much closer than I'd been on the balcony, so I could see the guy a lot better, now. He was in smart black pants and shoes and a loose white shirt. Dressed up for a night out—perhaps for a night on the prowl. Did he already have a plan for what he was going to do with the woman he met? Did he already have it all worked out: a few cocktails, then back to his place, toss her down on the bed and—

My cock was almost painfully hard inside my pants. I can't explain it, but something about the sight of them together was both terrifying and hot as hell. There was an edge to him, a danger—it felt as if we'd taken our seatbelts off.

The guy lifted one huge hand and ran it over Kim's cheek. I tensed at the intimacy of the touch—it wasn't a casual brush of the shoulder. He was full-on seducing her, right in front of me. And though she went tense at first, a second later I thought I saw her push her face against his hand just a little. I was amazed by how big his hands were—they made Kim look tiny and fragile by comparison.

I noticed he wasn't trying to get close to her. He was touching her cheek, but he wasn't trying to cozy up to her on the bar stool. He hadn't even sat down yet—he stood there hulking over her, which made him seem even bigger. He wasn't interested in just groping her, I realized. He wanted all or nothing. He wants her in his bed.

Again, the fear rose inside me. It was like watching a spider waiting to pounce on a fly. I'd thought I was the one in control, ready to pull my wife away when I decided the game was over. But what if I was wrong?

What if it wasn't a game at all?

Even as I thought it, the guy finished his cocktail and pushed back from the bar. And held out his hand towards my wife. It was almost a relief. It was over—there was no way she was going to go with him.

Then she took his hand.

My jaw fell open. I watched as Kim slid off her bar stool and hurried after him, letting him tow her through the crowd. She didn't even glance back at me.

Maybe he wanted to dance. Maybe that was it. Maybe they were just going to—

They walked out through the door and onto the street.

My eyes bugged out and I froze there for long, agonizing seconds. What the hell was going on? Why would she go with him? That wasn't part of the plan! When I was finally able to move again, I raced for the door and burst out onto the street, stopping in the center.

They were nowhere in sight.

I looked frantically up and down the street, searching the crowds for them. Nothing. I spun in a slow circle. My heart was hammering in my chest, dread panic setting in. I'd lost her. She was in some back alley, or in the back of a cab, or—

Just as I completed the circle, I saw her. She'd been almost directly behind me, still hand-in-hand with the dreadlocked man. They were just disappearing into the bar next to the one they'd been in. I'd run right past them.

Weak with relief, I hurried after them.

This bar was more ramshackle, furnished with a real mixture of old furniture and tables made from what looked like driftwood. Towards the back of the room, it got pretty dark. As I watched him lead her along, it hit me just how much bigger he was. I'd been right—even in her high heels, he was a full head taller than Kim and a good bit taller than me. And his broad shoulders made him seem twice her width, even though he was tight and lean with muscle. If someone had told me he was a linebacker with some NFL team, I wouldn't have argued.

As I followed them, I saw there were booths there, each one seating four, or six if you were very friendly. I saw him direct her into one of the booths, both sitting on the same long seat.

No! Don't go in there! I won't be able to—

But it was too late. They were sitting down, and now they were private—which I was sure was what he wanted. I couldn't stand there and watch them, not without looking obvious.

Maybe I shouldn't care about that, anymore. Maybe I should just march up to the guy and tell him Kim was my wife, and that I was taking her home now.

But...now that the adrenaline was soaking out of me, some of the arousal was coming back. He'd spirited her out of one bar, only to take her here. And he'd made sure they were somewhere private. Why? What was he planning?

I only had seconds to decide. I was still walking and, once I reached their booth, I couldn't just hang around beside it—

Making a snap decision, I slid myself into the booth across the room from theirs. I sat on the opposite side, so that I was facing them diagonally. Now I could see them, though I'd have to make sure I didn't ogle them too openly. I realized that the booths were made from old church pews, their dark wood adding to the moody gloom of the place.

The dreadlocked man had made sure that Kim went into the booth first, so his massive body was blocking her from leaving. Not that she showed any signs of wanting to leave. She still had that look of breathless excitement on her face. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen that exact look before. It was almost as if she was in a daze.

Did she like him—want him—that much? Was that it? A pang of jealousy stabbed deep in my chest, but mostly what I felt was shock. I hadn't really thought of Kim having strong desires like that—certainly not for other men. She'd always been a very controlled person. The idea that she could lust after someone so much that she'd take chances, like walking off with a stranger, was a revelation...and a turn on.

A waiter came around to ask them what they wanted, only to greet the dreadlocked man with delighted surprise. And that's how I finally learned the name of the man who was seducing my wife: Jaric. The waiter and Jaric did a complicated handshake and Jaric introduced my wife as "Kim." The sight of him introducing his date to his buddy did something weird to me. It felt wrong. To them, my wife was just another single white tourist, probably the latest in a long line of Jaric's conquests. He might as well have told his friend, "This is the one I'm fucking tonight." It made me feel helpless, even though I was sitting right there across the room. Helpless...and turned on. Wasn't this exactly what I'd wanted? My wife lusted after and discussed as an object of desire?

The waiter came over to me to ask what I wanted. I started to order a beer, but then realized that the waiter wasn't listening—he was looking back over his shoulder toward Jaric and my wife. I paused, and when the waiter realized he'd been caught, he snapped back to face me. "Sorry," he said, abashed. Then, nodding his head toward Jaric and my wife and grinning, "Lucky man."

I sat there stunned, not knowing whether to fume or smile. She's mine, I wanted to say. But I just ordered my beer and sat back.

Jaric had his hand in my wife's hair, now, the golden strands falling between his thick fingers as he brushed it back from her face. She was breathing faster—I could see that gorgeous tan cleavage rising and falling, and I swore she was almost trembling with excitement.

And right then, just for a second, she glanced across and saw me. And to my surprise, her eyes widened in shock, she gave a quick smile, and then her eyes were back on him again.

She hadn't known I was there.

I'd been assuming that she'd been watching out for me, making sure I was still with her. But she'd been so lost in the adventure that she hadn't even seen me take my seat. I was suddenly angry with her. What if I hadn't seen her going into the bar? What if I'd been held up?

Calm down, I told myself. You started this.

The waiter returned with beers for Jaric and me and another cocktail for my wife. She'd be tipsy after this one, I estimated, but no more than that.

Almost as soon as the waiter was gone, Jaric made his move. With one foot, he pushed the driftwood table back from the pew, opening up some space. Then he slid a muscled arm around my wife's waist and lifted her onto his lap.

Just before she landed, the dim lights of the bar caught the fabric of Jaric's pants and, for the first time, I could see the bulge there. It was huge, extending well down his thigh. And when Kim's soft rump touched down on top of it, her widening eyes told me that she could feel it, too.

I looked away. I didn't want to, but I knew that if I kept staring at them, Jaric was going to notice and suspect something. I couldn't bear not seeing what was going on, though. I was just too far away to hear exactly what they were saying, but I could make out the tone of their voices. I could hear murmured conversation, a soft, nervous giggle from my wife and the low, rumbling voice of Jaric. They talked for long minutes, and I heard the sounds my wife was making change. The nervous giggles died away, and her responses to his questions became lower and slower. Her voice trembling with...arousal?

I made out something that sounded like feel good, but the combination of his low tone and the patois made it difficult to be sure. Then I heard real good.

I had an idea. I put my phone on the table, leaning it on its side propped up against my beer bottle, with the camera lens in the back pointed roughly towards Jaric and Kim's booth. I started the video camera app, and suddenly I could see, on the tiny screen, what was happening across the room.

Kim was still sitting on Jaric's lap, but now he had one meaty forearm across her waist, holding her in place. Her head was back against his massive shoulder, her blonde hair trailing down his arm. With one hand, he was rubbing her bare midriff, slowly and tenderly. His other hand was on her knee.

And it was sliding higher, rubbing as it went.

My wife squirmed, but it wasn't a stop squirm. It was an I like what you're doing to me squirm. It was dark in the bar and even darker in the shadows under the table, but there was enough light that I could clearly see Jaric's dark hand against my wife's skin, moving higher and higher. His fingertips nudged the hem of her skirt.

Okay, I thought. That's it. That's where she'll stop him.

But the hand went higher, until his fingers were on her bare thigh, rubbing back and forth. I saw Kim draw in a slow breath and her lips parted, but she didn't say anything. And then her thighs inched ever so slightly apart.

He's touching my wife! He's got his hand up her skirt! The rational part of my brain was screaming at me, demanding that I stop this. But with every inch that Jaric's fingers moved, my cock grew harder. How far would she let it go, if I didn't stop her?

Jaric started to murmur something, speaking almost into Kim's ear, and again she squirmed. Whatever he was saying seemed to be turning her on. Her breathing quickened, her skin almost glowing with her heated arousal. The hand slid further up under her skirt. And then still further. I gasped. God, he must be touching her—

Kim drew in her breath, her eyes widening. I saw her lips press together into a soft line and she started to move ever so slightly on his lap, in time with his hand. He was rubbing her. Rubbing her pussy lips through her panties. I could imagine the soft warmth of her through the thin fabric. The bastard's feeling her up, right in front of me!

The hand started to move faster. I saw Jaric's wrist flex as he pressed his fingers more firmly against her. And his other hand was moving, now sliding up to her chest. I gasped as I saw him cup her breast through her shirt. They've only just met! How can he— How could she—

Kim seemed uncertain for a second. I saw her swallow. She glanced down at her chest, then up at him. But her eyes were shining and bright and, when he moved his head in towards hers, she closed her eyes and parted her lips.

He's—Wait, is he going to—

He kissed her. Soft and then harder, and she kissed him back just as hard. Their heads moved together in a dance, falling into it as easily as lovers.

We'd never talked about kissing. I sat there stunned, staring at the screen. His tongue was deep in her mouth, plundering my wife, violating her...and she wanted it. I wasn't ready for how it made me feel, somehow much worse than the hand on her breast or the fingers on her pussy.

And yet I didn't want it to stop. Every second I sat there, I felt my cock straining harder and harder in my pants, even as the rage built inside me.

His hand was moving on her breast. Squeezing the soft flesh, making it bulge between his fingers. My wife gave an audible groan through the kiss. The hand under her skirt was moving faster now, his fingers circling as they rubbed. My wife was moving, too, grinding against the hand, squirming in his lap and circling her hips.

I thought I saw him smile, as he kissed her.

Then his hand was pushing the purple shirt aside and cupping her breast through her bra. She'd worn a simple white one, since the edge of it would show around the shirt, and it was thin enough that, as he moved his hand, I could detect the outline of her nipple through the fabric. But that wasn't enough for him. He obviously wanted to feel her breast naked against his hand, and the bra cup was too tight.

So he simply grabbed hold of the cup and yanked on it until it ripped, the stitching coming loose where it joined the strap. Then he was able to easily push it down, and suddenly my wife's naked breast was exposed.

I almost stood up in my seat. I saw Kim break away from the kiss for a second, alerted by the feel and sound of the garment ripping, but then his palm pressed to her naked breast and she just moaned into his mouth. The kiss resumed, and now he was rolling her breast in his hand, his thumb stroking over the nipple again and again. I could see the pink nub stiff and erect each time his thumb moved away. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It held me frozen.

The fingers on her pussy had never stopped moving. They were moving faster and faster, and I could see the flush rising in her cheeks—

Jesus, he was going to—

She was panting into his mouth, her hands coming up to clutch at the muscles of his arms—

The realization shook me out of my stupor. I stood up, turning towards their booth, and suddenly I was seeing in person what I'd only been witnessing on my phone's screen.

Kim sat atop Jaric, her legs squeezed together around Jaric's massive forearm. Her back was pressed to his chest, one huge black hand fondling her breast. They were still kissing deep and fast, but I could see her panting and moaning through the kiss—

Stop!

Too late.

Kim lifted her lips from Jaric's no more than a few millimeters and let out a long, sharp cry, loud enough to be heard by me—and half the bar. A rising, keening moan that left no doubt as to what was happening. I saw Jaric's fingers rub even faster, and at her breast I saw his thumb and forefinger take her nipple and gently squeeze.

She bucked atop him, arching her back, every muscle going rigid. Her fingers scrabbled and clawed at his arms and this time I was sure I saw him smile. Kim trembled, twitched...and went still.

She was facing towards me. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was my horrified face.

I quickly walked away, my head spinning. I burst out of the door of the bar and into the open air, then staggered to a stop, shock and betrayal pushing thorns deep into my heart.

What's above is roughly 9,750 words. Only about a quarter of the full book.

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

Remember, it's only 99c today (Friday) and it'll go up to the usual $3.99 sometime on Saturday.

Want to The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! to be alerted when I do another new release?

Want more cuckold stories by me? The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

Thank you for reading and thank you again to the admins for allowing me to post here.

Can I get this outstanding edition on my iPad thru iTunes?

Victoria,

Received your announcement of the book. Thanks I appreciate the saving. This was a very erotic book and the double endings quite a twist.

Highly recommend to those that appreciate this genre

Don

PS: Get it on Kindle and you can read on your iPad