A knot twisted in my stomach as my dick strained to full hardness.
“Wow.”
I looked at her, stunned. “I guess Deyemi’s proposition got to you?” I managed, blood pressure rising – simultaneously horrified and aroused that it might have. I was legitimately shocked that she would actually have chosen such film, as we had never seen one together. A million thoughts began racing through my mind.
She stammered but didn’t stop playing with her soaking pussy. “No, I… I saw the Title, Naughty Wives – and tried previewing it. I don’t know how to work the remote, I guess I ordered it accidentally.”
I believed her, but teased her regardless, “Uh-huh. Sure you did babe.”
She smirked, temporarily closing her legs momentarily in embarrassment. “I’m serious…” she whined.
I said nothing but approached her on the bed.
Ijeoma’s pussy looked divine, dampening and plump as her delicate fingers massaged her clit. I instinctively crawled towards her sex face first. She saw my intent and sexily opened her legs further, removing her hand.
I began smothering her naughty bits with kisses, up her inner thigh, around her pussy, and eventually planting deep and passionate ones directly on her swollen clit. She moaned immediately in response, grabbing my head as I licked her. I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly wet she was.
I glanced up to see her eyes fixated on the television, the moans of the woman in the movie echoing from behind me. I removed my mouth to catch a breath, “Well? Do you like the movie?” I asked, somehow hoping she did.
She nodded, and bit her lip, speaking in her sexy voice, “It’s crazy, but I do. I’ve never seen a very big dick like that before.”
Her admission sent my blood pressure through the roof, and I couldn’t help but further spur her arousal.
“I bet you Deyemi’s even bigger than that.” I don’t know why I said that.
She clutched into my head, moaning deeply.
I kissed her clit again, continuing “You can admit you find him attractive, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Stoppp…” she whined, but clearly liked the direction I was going with this dirty talk.
I shuffled up on my knees and plopped my throbbing dick against her pussy- entering her with ease.
She began moaning immediately, louder than I had heard her in many years. In a moment of drunken arousal, I admitted it to her – again. “You know that I fantasize about you with a bigger man, right?”
Ijeoma clawed into my shoulders as I fucked her, “Oh god! Keep fucking me!”
My newfound arousal combined with the drinks down at the bar had removed my typical filter.
“Oh I will baby, and when I’m done I’m gonna call Deyemi up here for his turn.”
Her eyes began to glaze, and I could sense a powerful orgasm brewing in her. I pushed her over the edge with my words, “I’ll sit right there on that chair, and watch as he pounds you with that big cock of his. I know you want it, Ijeoma!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body began to convulse, I had only seen her cum like this once or twice in our many years together. She bucked hard, moaning in pleasure. I looked down at her and came immediately. The lust, her beauty, and the admission of my fantasy were too much to bear.
We clutched at each other as our bodies shook into post-orgasm relaxation. I looked at her, and her at me – we kissed passionately, and both soon fell into a deep slumber.
We awoke late the following day, eventually heading down to the lobby for brunch. We both seemed to be gathering our thoughts in the evening until we finally sat down to eat. I looked across at her, she was as beautiful as ever, using her fork to delicately organize the eggs and bread on her plate. Just as I was about to speak, she did.
“Were you serious about what you said last night?”
I was immediately excited to revisit the admission, and I spoke honestly to my wife, despite some embarrassment. “Yeah… I mean it’s not something I think about all the time, but the thought of it does turn me on.”
She smiled, speaking quietly so as to not have others near us hear. “You’re all I need. I can’t believe you’re such a perv.” She said it jokingly, and she smiled more. She spoke those words, but the look on her face indicated that at least the thought of it aroused her as well, and that did nothing but inspire me.
I matched her hushed tone, “I know I am babe, but it’s just a kinky fantasy.” I paused, “I guess hearing Deyemi admit to… what he does. I don’t know, it breathed some life into it.”
Her face turned flush, and I pressed her. “Would you fuck him?”
She played with more bread on her plate, “Darling…”
“Judgement free zone Ijeoma, I know you find him attractive.”
“Yes, he’s attractive – but we are married – so no, of course, I wouldn’t fuck him.”
“Of course we’re married, and we’re always going to be married.”
I paused and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction.
I spoke in a lighthearted, matter of fact tone.
“We are at the bar tonight, Deyemi’s there. We have a few drinks, you flirt with him a bit like you did last night. We go up to the room, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that big cock of his. I watch – probably jerk off because I’ll be so insanely turned on.
Then we go to sleep, never see him again, and wake up knowing we had some kinky fun on a vacation one time.”
She dropped her fork and it clashed loudly against her breakfast plate, causing some people to glance over at us. Ijeoma’s face was angry and her eyes wide.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she spoke in a whisper – and I decided it best left alone for the rest of the meal.
She refused to speak of it for the rest of the morning, and after a nap, we eventually decided to head back down to the beach.
This time we didn’t stop to lay down our blanket and continued walking along the shore, soaking in the lovely day. I kept glancing at her, making knowing faces, causing her to smile. We had never had a conversation like we did that morning, and I desperately wanted to revisit it.
We had been walking for quite a while when we approached a gathering of trees, and a sign. ‘Clothing Optional Beyond This Point – No Phones – No Cameras’
Ijeoma looked over at me, shrugging playfully. “Might as well, seems to be that kind of vacation.” On a whim, we continued through the brush.
At first, it wasn’t noticeably different than the portion of the beach that we had just left. We continued strolling, some couples fully suited, swimming in the ocean. We walked past an older man, nude – with a small penis and a large gut. I saw Ijeoma quickly avert her eyes. Then we soon ran into a slightly younger couple who were also nude, and not unattractive – but we both avoided staring. I had never been on a nude beach before and it somehow felt surprisingly normal, even relaxing after a time.
That is until I saw Deyemi.
Ijeoma stopped dead in her tracks, frozen, seemingly caught in a bad joke. I too, was kind of shocked by the chances of the encounter, having no idea Deyemi would be here, not even having the thought cross my mind. Suddenly I remembered him heading in this direction after our beach run-in the other day.
He was walking over to us, entirely nude except for a towel draped over his shoulder – his massive cock was swaying below his waist as he strode. We stood there like idiots, unsure how to react. I quickly tried to gather myself as he approached. He smiled, greeting us. “Hey there guys. Surprised to see you at this end of the beach.”
His cock was obscene, massively thick and long, with a huge set of balls. I had never seen anything like it, and I quickly averted my eyes – finding words, fighting through the awkwardness of the encounter. “Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Carefree vacation mode and all.” I vomited out a reply without coherency.
“First time on a nude beach?” He offered it to both of us. I quickly replied, “Yeah – not many in Nigeria as I’m sure you know.”
“Ijeoma’s idea?” He spoke, smiling at her. To my horror I noticed that my wife’s eyes were locked on his manhood, Deyemi noticed as well.
She didn’t even realize that she’d been asked a question. My terror turned to amused arousal as I tried to snap her out of her trance, “Well babe, was it your idea?”
Ijeoma suddenly realized that she had been caught staring. She put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh my god. How embarrassing.”
Deyemi calmly assuaged her. He seemed to realize that we were out of our element. “No worries, I’m used to that.” He chuckled as he removed the towel from his shoulder, and began draping it around his waist to cover up. The damage, however, was already done.
Ijeoma was stuttering, “I… I’ve just never – seen one that big.”
My blood pressure skyrocketed, and I was unsure of how to interject in the conversation, or whether I should at all. I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my ears. My wife openly admitting to this man that he was larger than me, clearly much larger than me – aroused me to no end.
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