My wife and I took a week long vacation on an out island in the Bahamas called Eluthera We flew into Spanish Wells, the only airport on the north end of the island. The resort where we were staying, Cape Eluthera is on the south end. Eluthera is a long narrow island, one hundred miles long and averaging 3 miles wide.
By the time we checked in and got to or bungalow we were exhausted. We unpacked and checked the place out. It was a one bedroom cottage with a nice size living room area, rattan furniture with brightly colored pillows. A small kitchenette and the living room opened with French door to a secluded patio area, surrounded by a tall wooden fence and lush vegetation. The bedroom had a California king size bed, also rattan furniture and a door leading to a marble bath complete with large Jacuzzi tub. On the patio there was a forty-inch round table and two chaise lounges. In the corner was a hot tub on and elevated wood deck. It was late so we had dinner at the club restaurant and headed back to the bungalow to get a good night sleep before our first full day.
I had scheduled a tee time for 8 AM at the golf coarse and my wife, Lynn was going to hang out by the pool. I was paired up with two white guys from NYC (Robert and Jim) and very tall muscular black man from South Carolina named Deallo Williams who went by “Big D.” Little did I know at the time the foreshadowing of his nickname. D rode in my cart and the game went well. All the golfers were evenly matched. The game got a little competitive when Robert and Jim suggested we play our cart, against the NY cart. The loser buys lunch for the winner and their wives.
During the coarse of the game D said he was divorced forty something engineer from Charleston SC. When I asked if he was here on business or R&R he said with a deep laugh. It was more like I & I, intercourse and intoxication. As the game went on I found out that, D was a black southern gentlemen who for five years was married to a to a black lady. In his words she made his life miserable. He had divorced her about four years ago and had been playing the field ever since.
D and I won the match and Robert, Jim Myself and or wives with D the odd man out, had a pleasant lunch at the restaurant by the pool. Robert and Jims wives wore brightly colored sundresses and my wife had on her bikini, with a lace cover, that covered, and at the same time revealed her great forty-year-old body. The other ladies were polite but seemed to be a little intimidated by D. My wife, Lynn took it all in stride, ever the extrovert she chatted up everybody at the table. When she ask D what brought him to Cape Eluthera, He politely said “I guess I’m looking for love, in all the wrong places.” Everybody laughed including D, his white teeth shined brightly from his broad smile, as his gaze checked each wife around the table.
That afternoon Lynn and I spent time lounging by the pool, sipping drinks, beer for me, and Lime Daiquiris for Lynn. Back at the bungalow I took the opportunity as Lynn disrobed to reach around her from behind, cupping her breasts. She responded with moans and I finished removing her bathing suit and mine. We kissed as we walked in and embrace to the bed. Lynn lay down spreading her legs, I feasted on her smooth pussy. When I could see she was about to orgasm, I kiss up her body paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples. I replaced my tongue with my fingers as I went, keeping her on the brink. As I kissed her and she tasted her sweet pussy on my lips, she reached between us and guided my penis to her pussy. I entered her slowly. Gradually my thrusts were deeper and faster until I groaned and shot my cum into her. She pulled me deep inside, her legs wrapped around mine as we enjoyed the after glow of orgasm.
We had talked about our fantasies on many occasions. She had expressed and interest in sampling another man, that was larger than my six inches, but the conditions had to be right. I had expressed an interest in a one-room fling with another couple. We had never acted on either of our fantasies but it had put a little spice in our love making sessions.
We were seated at dinner in a cozy table over looking the harbor. When I looked up and saw D walk in, accompanied by a white lady. I waved him over and asked if they would like to join us. D politely declined and they were seated at a table about half way across the room. Lynn and I could both see D and his date and it was obvious that D was trying his best, to put the make on this sweet young thing. As dinner ended D and the date walk to the adjoining bar where a small band was playing. We could see D was dancing with his date, a couple of fast dances and then a slow dance. D was pressed against his date like a second skin. After the dance the couple left. I said to Lynn “I guess D found love the right place tonight.” She blushed, smiled and said “I guess so.”
We finished our dinner and went to the bar for another drink. About five minutes later D walked back in sans his date. Lynn asked where’s your date? “She went back to her hotel. She’s married, a travel agent, and here on business. I guess after we danced and I suggested we go back to my place, she got cold feet.” As a consolidation prize Lynn and I bought him a drink. As a matter of fact we had several together. D, Lynn and I chatted for and hour or so, finding out that we had lots in common music, movies travel, etc. Lynn said she loved to dance but I had two left feet. I did try to indulge her from time to time but, I must confess I am bad and don’t really enjoy dancing. D said he could take care of that. He stood up and asked Lynn if she would like to dance. She looked at me and I nodded my approval. With that, she slipped off the bar stool and on to the dance floor with D.
D was and excellent dancer. One fast dance and the tempo came down to a slow dance. I hadn’t noticed just how bid D was. Lynn, a tanned petite 5’2” 110 lbs was dwarfed by D. At 6’3” 215. D’s skin was very dark and as he held my wife close, I thought about what he said about his date, being married, an all. I knew he had no problems being with a married woman. My dick stared to stir as I thought, “ I wonder if Lynn would have cold feet too, given similar circumstances.” The next dance was also slow, I watched as this strong black man cuddled and held my wife close. When the dance was over he bent down and gave Lynn a peck on the cheek and said “thank you.” He walked Lynn back to the bar then excused himself. Lynn took several sips of her drink and I asked her if she enjoyed dancing with D? “He is a big guy,” she said. I replied I could see that. “No I mean a really big guy! As we were slow dancing I could feel “him” against me and he is BIG.” Too shy to say his dick or his cock or even his penis she used the work “him” but I knew what she meant.
By the time we checked in and got to or bungalow we were exhausted. We unpacked and checked the place out. It was a one bedroom cottage with a nice size living room area, rattan furniture with brightly colored pillows. A small kitchenette and the living room opened with French door to a secluded patio area, surrounded by a tall wooden fence and lush vegetation. The bedroom had a California king size bed, also rattan furniture and a door leading to a marble bath complete with large Jacuzzi tub. On the patio there was a forty-inch round table and two chaise lounges. In the corner was a hot tub on and elevated wood deck. It was late so we had dinner at the club restaurant and headed back to the bungalow to get a good night sleep before our first full day.
I had scheduled a tee time for 8 AM at the golf coarse and my wife, Lynn was going to hang out by the pool. I was paired up with two white guys from NYC (Robert and Jim) and very tall muscular black man from South Carolina named Deallo Williams who went by “Big D.” Little did I know at the time the foreshadowing of his nickname. D rode in my cart and the game went well. All the golfers were evenly matched. The game got a little competitive when Robert and Jim suggested we play our cart, against the NY cart. The loser buys lunch for the winner and their wives.
During the coarse of the game D said he was divorced forty something engineer from Charleston SC. When I asked if he was here on business or R&R he said with a deep laugh. It was more like I & I, intercourse and intoxication. As the game went on I found out that, D was a black southern gentlemen who for five years was married to a to a black lady. In his words she made his life miserable. He had divorced her about four years ago and had been playing the field ever since.
D and I won the match and Robert, Jim Myself and or wives with D the odd man out, had a pleasant lunch at the restaurant by the pool. Robert and Jims wives wore brightly colored sundresses and my wife had on her bikini, with a lace cover, that covered, and at the same time revealed her great forty-year-old body. The other ladies were polite but seemed to be a little intimidated by D. My wife, Lynn took it all in stride, ever the extrovert she chatted up everybody at the table. When she ask D what brought him to Cape Eluthera, He politely said “I guess I’m looking for love, in all the wrong places.” Everybody laughed including D, his white teeth shined brightly from his broad smile, as his gaze checked each wife around the table.
That afternoon Lynn and I spent time lounging by the pool, sipping drinks, beer for me, and Lime Daiquiris for Lynn. Back at the bungalow I took the opportunity as Lynn disrobed to reach around her from behind, cupping her breasts. She responded with moans and I finished removing her bathing suit and mine. We kissed as we walked in and embrace to the bed. Lynn lay down spreading her legs, I feasted on her smooth pussy. When I could see she was about to orgasm, I kiss up her body paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples. I replaced my tongue with my fingers as I went, keeping her on the brink. As I kissed her and she tasted her sweet pussy on my lips, she reached between us and guided my penis to her pussy. I entered her slowly. Gradually my thrusts were deeper and faster until I groaned and shot my cum into her. She pulled me deep inside, her legs wrapped around mine as we enjoyed the after glow of orgasm.
We had talked about our fantasies on many occasions. She had expressed and interest in sampling another man, that was larger than my six inches, but the conditions had to be right. I had expressed an interest in a one-room fling with another couple. We had never acted on either of our fantasies but it had put a little spice in our love making sessions.
We were seated at dinner in a cozy table over looking the harbor. When I looked up and saw D walk in, accompanied by a white lady. I waved him over and asked if they would like to join us. D politely declined and they were seated at a table about half way across the room. Lynn and I could both see D and his date and it was obvious that D was trying his best, to put the make on this sweet young thing. As dinner ended D and the date walk to the adjoining bar where a small band was playing. We could see D was dancing with his date, a couple of fast dances and then a slow dance. D was pressed against his date like a second skin. After the dance the couple left. I said to Lynn “I guess D found love the right place tonight.” She blushed, smiled and said “I guess so.”
We finished our dinner and went to the bar for another drink. About five minutes later D walked back in sans his date. Lynn asked where’s your date? “She went back to her hotel. She’s married, a travel agent, and here on business. I guess after we danced and I suggested we go back to my place, she got cold feet.” As a consolidation prize Lynn and I bought him a drink. As a matter of fact we had several together. D, Lynn and I chatted for and hour or so, finding out that we had lots in common music, movies travel, etc. Lynn said she loved to dance but I had two left feet. I did try to indulge her from time to time but, I must confess I am bad and don’t really enjoy dancing. D said he could take care of that. He stood up and asked Lynn if she would like to dance. She looked at me and I nodded my approval. With that, she slipped off the bar stool and on to the dance floor with D.
D was and excellent dancer. One fast dance and the tempo came down to a slow dance. I hadn’t noticed just how bid D was. Lynn, a tanned petite 5’2” 110 lbs was dwarfed by D. At 6’3” 215. D’s skin was very dark and as he held my wife close, I thought about what he said about his date, being married, an all. I knew he had no problems being with a married woman. My dick stared to stir as I thought, “ I wonder if Lynn would have cold feet too, given similar circumstances.” The next dance was also slow, I watched as this strong black man cuddled and held my wife close. When the dance was over he bent down and gave Lynn a peck on the cheek and said “thank you.” He walked Lynn back to the bar then excused himself. Lynn took several sips of her drink and I asked her if she enjoyed dancing with D? “He is a big guy,” she said. I replied I could see that. “No I mean a really big guy! As we were slow dancing I could feel “him” against me and he is BIG.” Too shy to say his dick or his cock or even his penis she used the work “him” but I knew what she meant.
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