Chapter 4

Day 4.

I awoke before her and slipped out of bed and made my quiet way into the bathroom where I washed my hands and my stomach and cleaned off the evidence of my solitary pleasure. God, I must have cum a bucket load. I dressed and pondered if I was actually getting ready for another day of Sally acting the slut again today. I looked out of the patio doors and at the sun lounger that she had fucked Rufus on last night and concluded, yes; she most probably would be acting the complete slut.

I made myself a coffee and was about to go and sit on the veranda when Sally walked out of the bedroom. I turned and looked at her; “Oh yes, I’d love a coffee too; Like my new bikini?” she asked.

“Good Morning to you too,” I said as sarcastically as I could muster. I eyed her up and down and continued, “Hmm, I see it doesn’t cover much but I guess if you are going to be a dirty black cock slut then you want to let everyone take notice.”

Sally just laughed at me, “Well spotted, I guess that’s just what I am, but I’d still like a coffee” she shamelessly replied with that familiar smirk on her face.

I looked her over, the new pink bikini was indeed very sexy but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

We walked outside and the warm air hit us. She sat on the sun lounger and looking towards me said, “Mmm, last night Rufus fucked me so good on here. I can still smell the scent of him on it.”

I deliberately ignored her comment and said, “I’m famished. Let’s go and get some breakfast.”

For once we seemed to agree on something. A small step, I thought, as we sat and ate our meal.

As the morning wore on it became steadily hotter. I sat reading; she was laid out on the lounger pecking away at her phone. We had hardly said a word to each other since breakfast when Sally asked if I minded putting some sun screen on her legs. Despite my feelings toward her I wasn’t going to pass up the chance of getting close and personal so I picked up the bottle, poured some into my hands and rubbed it over her feet and lower legs. As I began moving my hands up her inner thighs Sally parted her legs encouraging me to move my hands a little higher.

Sally smiled, “Mmm, that feels nice.”

I was thinking how nice and soft her skin felt after not touching her for so long, could my torture be coming to an end? My optimism was crushed when she suddenly moved her knees together and said, “That’s enough; don’t want you getting any ideas here.”

Clearly the slut had ideas of her own.

The morning wore on and we went to the restaurant for lunch. For once she didn’t flirt with any of the staff and my feelings of optimism began to return and I began to wonder and hope that maybe, just maybe, she was now content that she had got revenge for my affair.

We had a few drinks and a light lunch and sat there talking, laughing; it felt like old times which was what I wanted on this break.

We returned to our veranda and after an afternoon spent relaxing in the warm sun, Sally turned saying, “It’s time to think about getting ready to go out tonight. I fancy clubbing tonight; you up for that Marky?”

It was a rhetorical question, she knew full well I could hardly say no and I suspected with a sense of inevitability that despite us having a ‘normal’ day together that the evening was going to be a rerun of the nights before.

After showering Sally walked round our cabana in just a very tiny black thong, it was see-through and I could see her shaven pussy against it. As she turned round it was to reveal only a small thin piece of material stretched between the rounded cheeks. I felt my cock begin to swell as I looked, her breasts lightly swaying as she walked round her pink nipples poking out.

I had no idea she had such stuff and could only wonder when and where she had bought it and for whose benefit. Wearing or indeed buying such underwear had never been part of our married life prior to coming away and I began to suspect that this might be a part of a plan she had been following for some time. Had I been blind to her ways and all this in my innocent way or was she just plain devious?

We dressed, me in my chino shorts and a short-sleeved shirt whilst Sally wore a very short low cut black dress with lace running across her shoulders and she looked lovely. I held the door open for her and inhaled her perfume as we made our way arm-in-arm to the restaurant. As I looked down on her I could see she had no bra on.

We had our meal, again making small talk which was a bore. Whilst she was talking my mind kept drifting and each time I looked at her loveliness I was thinking to myself maybe if I was a bit more of the alpha male I should just pull her back to our cabana and force her to have sex with me for once.

My reverie was broken when Sally stood up, “Let’s go for a drink in the bar before the nightclub.” She didn’t wait for me to answer and set off, her 4 inch high heels clicking across the restaurant. I followed meekly behind aware as we threaded our way through the tables that all the men (and some of their women) were staring at her as she headed towards the door.

We found a booth and sat surveying the room for a while. A waiter attended to us and regularly took our order and fed us drinks. I was feeling quite relaxed and was quite content to continue with ‘people-watching’ but after a few rums Sally got up, “Let’s go, I feel like dancing.”

The nightclub was dark, the music was loud, and crowded. We walked onto the dance floor and straightaway she was getting lots of looks and she knew it. She looked over to a group of black guys sitting at the bar and then back to me. She giggled, “I think I’m being watched.”

I responded, “I’m not surprised, dressed like that.”

We danced; she placed her arms round my neck and leaning forward she kissed me, our lips pressing together. I could feel my cock responding to this attention, I pulled her closer letting her feel the reaction she was having on me.

“Someone’s getting excited,” she said lightly giggling as she pulled away from me. The music stopped and we headed back to our booth. Moments later one of the guys from the bar walked over towards us. I inwardly groaned and thought, “Here we go.”

He stood by our table, he was very tall, very dark skinned and wore shorts and trainers and a vest top showing his tattoo’s down his arms. In a very thick Jamaican voice asked if Sally fancied a dance with him.

Sally eyed him up and down, looked at me asking, “Do you mind darling?”

That was a first, her asking my permission but I knew she wasn’t asking, she was telling me.

He took her small hand in his and led her toward the dance floor. They were quickly swallowed up by the other dancers and I couldn’t see them as they disappeared into the crowd.

I continued drinking as three other songs played wondering where she was. I hadn’t had a glimpse since she disappeared across the dance floor with that big black guy and I still couldn’t see her. The crowd in the middle of the dance floor started cheering. From my seat I couldn’t see what was happening so I moved over to see what the excitement might be.

I passed through the crowd and suddenly, in the centre of the dance floor, there she was, in the arms of this black guy, her back to him, his arms wrapped round her and her rubbing her firm ass against his leg.

I was shocked and my reaction was to go and grab her. I felt an arm on my shoulder and a voice in a strong Jamaican accent in my ear saying, “Don’t even think about it man.”

I looked at him as he stood menacingly over me. As I tried to move away another black face stood the other side of me. Sally looked over and on seeing me with her face full of excitement she let the black guy run his hand over her ass gently squeezing it.

He was now leading her across the dance floor and soon they found a dark corner and started talking. Sally was laughing running her fingers up and down his arm, whatever he was saying he was getting the reaction he was hoping for; this white lady letting him know he had her attention and she was enjoying it.

I tried to walk towards them but the two black guys either side of me just held me back, I looked towards them knowing I couldn’t take them both on, I continued watching as the black guy moved his hand slowly up Sally’s leg.

Sally was looking deeply into his eyes, holding his arm; her legs slightly parting. One of the guys next to me said, “Your lady is going to get some black cock for sure”; the other guy told me, “Look at her she is loving it.” I could only think to myself she sure does.

The guy moved slightly away from Sally and I could see that they were just by the men’s toilet door. He opened the door and glanced inside; moments later he took her hand and although Sally was shaking her head the guy wasn’t taking no for an answer and he pulled her inside the toilet.

The two guys either side of me grabbed my arms leading me towards the toilet telling me, “You’re going to watch your lady taking black cock.” I thought to myself, “not for the first time.”

They opened the door, I couldn’t believe it, the toilet stunk of piss and there was this black guy and Sally arm in arm kissing.

The two guys lead me inside as a third closed the door behind us, they held me against the far wall as Sally let out long lingering sighs into the mouth of the black guy.

He run his hand up her leg her short dress raising upwards revealing her small black see through thong, one of the two guys with me looked saying, “Wow, she is well up for it.”

He had her pressed against the wall, his tongue deep inside her mouth, his hand finding her thong, Sally moaned even louder as he rubbed her pussy hard against her thong.

He gripped her thong and with a hard tug pulled it from her, Sally jumped but the excitement had taken over her as she parted her legs even wider for him.

He then pushed one of his big black fingers into her pussy, easing it back and forth building up speed finger fucking hard, Sally tipped her head back moving her hips moaning, “yes, that’s it, finger fuck me you bastard.”