"Emma Jean Callaway where in the hell have you been?" William shouted grabbing her arm.
"Why; do you even care?" She replied snatching her arm away.
"Of course I care. I came home to take you to dinner and make things up to you from last night and this morning. Now where the heck have you been?"
"Well for starters, I hung out at the restaurant by myself, then I went swimming by myself, I ate lunch by myself, strolled along the beach by myself and took a nice long nap."
"Oh sweat Jesus, your tongue has the tone of a serpent's. Do you actually expect me to believe that?"
"Frankly at this point sugar, I don't care what you believe, I mean, when you leave someone or should I say abandon someone the way you did me, can you blame me for thinking you didn't care?"
"Emma, what the heck are you thinking? Of course I care, but lately you've been acting like some carnal sex driven Sheba. Now I understand that you're probably longing for things to be the way they once were, but my dear, we have grown so much since then. We can no longer allow lust and sinful wickedness to guide our thoughts. The bible says that temptation leads to damnation."
"Is that what you're afraid of Will?" Do you really think I'll go to hell for kissing your cock?"
"Absolutely it's a sin, Emma where's your head been for all these years?"
The middle-aged wife simply smiled as a nasty little thought went through her mind.
"The road to damnation isn't a large thorough fair with plenty of intersections, but a small narrow road with even smaller intersections and once you start down that road you're through. We've talked and given many sermons on this. Why are you acting as if you've never understood what this? We are saved children of Christ, a righteous and moral people."
"We have been married for twenty years Will, twenty years, I understand the when and who we sleep with but, I can't believe that you've allowed doctrine to dictate what we do in our bed."
"I love you Emma but sex is the original sin, and we must be wary of its practice or we will surely fall victim to entrapment. Please don't give in to the carnal persuasions of lust?"
Emma barely heard a word he said as she closed the door to the bathroom behind her as tears ran down her rosy cheeks.
After a nice hot shower Emma climbed into the bed with her husband who attempts to hold and caress him, however, he quickly spurns and rejects her.
"I'm very disappointed in you Emma, I can see that being among these heathen people have brought the worst out of you. I'm making plans to cancel our vacation tomorrow."
**
For the next two days Emma acquiesced to her husband's threats of canceling the vacation, not necessarily because she didn't want to leave the tropical paradise but more so because of the guilt she felt for her infidelity. Unfortunately all she got in return was harsh scolding, endless lectures, and a putrid dose of insensitive, one-way sexual intercourse, which was always in her hubby's favor. Her husbands increasing paranoia about the sexual activity and inferiority of the brown skinned people of the island had grown out of control. But deep inside what troubled her most of all was the void left between her legs without her strong dick Jamaican lover to fill it.
The White Witch Club House is an 18-hole golf course with spectacular panoramic views of Jamaica's mountainous countryside and turquoise-blue waters. The winding hills that surround it make it a tourist attraction for even those not interested in the game. In spite of how much she enjoyed the view, the blonde haired preacher's wife was steadily losing her patience. She literally begged her husband to let her go to one of the many beauty spas on the island; however he rejects, and rebuts her with a lecture about the sexual temptations and the alluring promotion of fornication that dwelled there. She sat in the backseat of the golf cart listening to her husband preach to an English gentleman whom he played golf with.
"You see William it's really not all that complicated to understand." Jack Madison proclaimed. "The natives of this island continue to hold on to many traditions, pagan rituals and practices, as a result we find many of this acts rather primitive. The fact they're preoccupation with sexual stimuli is only natural."
"Maybe Jack, but sexual deviation is all over. I tell you, sometimes I'm amazed that the Lord doesn't just open a whole and drop them all in at once. Between the Internet, TV, movies, and video games it's becoming damn near impossible to find good clean, God fearing Christians anymore."
"Ha, hah, ha, I know what you mean sir, why the other evening, my wife and I actually saw this couple performing on the beach in broad daylight. And you should have seen the black brute, his...uh, you know looked like you could hand a flag on it at half mass.
"Uh...how revolting," William growled.
"Sounds like you had such a good time watching Jack, maybe you both should've joined in."
"Blimey, what say you?"
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, forgive my wife, she's quite the jokester." William nervously laughed throwing dagger like eyes to his wife."
"Indeed she has, a bit warped for my taste I'm afraid aye. Mrs. Callaway, how do you like the island so far?"
"Oh I just love the vainglorious sound of self-righteous rhetoric, it sounds so...so snobbish."
"Hah, what a sense of humor," Jack laughed loudly. ""She sounds like a left-winger, but it's not surprising, given the degree of perversion bombarded on us daily by the liberal media."
"Well that's my goal, to preach and teach and reach these perverted people, but to tell you the truth, I think they're just beyond the reach of God but I'll keep trying." William stated.
The more Emma listened to them the more disgusted she became. Maybe it would be best if they just went home, she thought as she rolled her eyes at them. As she did this, something seemed to catch her peripheral vision. She turned and squinted in the direction of the curious sight. Suddenly her eyes blinked widely. Shaking her head to make sure what she was seeing was indeed real. She realized that the huge powerful figure belonged to Randy. Even from the distance of at least five hundred yards, his wheel barrel chest and tree trunk thighs looked huge and powerful. Like images flashing through a nickelodeon, Mrs. Callaway's mind searched for an excuse, any excuse to escape her situation. She could feel the electricity shooting through her clitoris and was practically stroked it as she spoke.
"Excuse me William, but I need to go back to the club house."
"What on earth for, William inquired."
"I need to go."
"Oh that's no problem, there are plenty of rest areas along the course, I'll have one of the boys take you..."
"Uh, that's okay, I'll just go back to the main house and grab me another slice of that carrot cake." She lied.
"Well hold on I'll have one of the boys bring you a cart to escort you back."
"Great, I'll get out here and just tell the worker I'll be here by the tenth hole."
"No my dear that's not necessary, we'll wait." William offered.
"No, you boys go on and have a good time, I don't mind waiting a few minutes until he gets here."
