My wife and I never talked about it. I'm really not sure how it became a thing with us either. It's possible she saw porn on my computer. I think years ago she saw some printed out stories and read them.
She never acted on them, nor talked to me about what was in them, but if she read them, she knew what I was reading and jerking off to.
While I don't think that was the sole reason we went down this road, I believe it planted a seed in her mind that percolated over the years. I'm also pretty certain that she already had a latent desire herself and more and more comments and small actions showed that it was becoming something she was having trouble hiding.
Cuckolding me. Cuckolding me with a black man. That's the unspoken thing between us. I jerk off to that kind of porn.
She has always had a thing for black men. Small comments over knowing someone for 30 plus years; she has never openly commented that a white guy is good looking for example. She has commented many times on black men and there have been times where she has disappeared to dance with black men when having too much to drink. There have been other times as well where it looked to me that she was openly teasing me with the possibility of going through with, but at the same time, making it just innocent enough that she wasn't doing anything out of order at all. But when you add up the number of times and the number comments and the increasing frequency of those times, it was becoming apparent to me that she was only a short step away from actually going through with it.
For my part, I didn't even need porn any more. A couple pictures of her photo-shopped onto a similar looking woman with a black man and a couple odd shots we have with her posing with a couple black men starts me off. Then all I have to do is think about her comments and actions and go from there.
I am obsessed with it. It seems she is as well. I knew all that was needed was time and opportunity. We got both in Jamaica.
A long needed vacation to a very mellow island. We avoided the big resorts so we could hang with the locals and selected a small but popular hotel out of the way. Very clean, safe and respectable, there was always a mix of guests, locals and ex-patriots from everywhere. In short the place was just what we needed. People openly smoking weed pretty much everywhere and all the time, the place had a relaxed atmosphere and a very Jamaican feel.
It took a couple days to mellow out; the weed helping a lot on that account and we spent the first few days lounging on the beach. Nothing out of the ordinary, except my wife Denise did take a lot of pictures of the locals. She kept commenting that she needed a shot of a Rasta to bring home.
If you don't know, in this particular place in Jamaica, there is quite a bit of sexual tourism. While white men get hooked up with local women, the more prevalent and less predatory version are middle aged white women taking in a local, called rent-a rasta for their stay. They live with them and pay for everything while there and the renta cock just fucks them. Simple arrangement.
My wife knew about that because I made a point of telling her about it before we left. I couldn't resist prodding her along. For her part, she told her friends about it and even asked me to tell people about it when we were together. It was now on her mind.
Anyway, now for the obligatory description of ourselves. We are in our early 40's. We married right out of college and started our family right away. Denise is a beautiful brunette mom with just a little paunch, but a perfect ass and nice medium sized still firm but not rock solid tits. She is a woman. She has hair between her legs like a woman should. It's not an out of control jungle, or a short landing strip, but a thick bush trimmed to be contained by a bathing suit. She is drop dead sexy to me and while she thinks she is getting old – no one else thinks so. In those rare times she expresses her inner needs, she has hinted about being taken and fucked. Now with the kids out of the house – we have time to get away alone, something we haven't done for years. Like I said; time and opportunity.
Anyway, after a few days, we were totally chilled. We hadn't had sex yet. Actually, we hadn't had sex for a long time. Things just kept getting in the way and the couple times she came to me for it unfortunately coincided with my having just jerked off so I pretty much couldn't do it for her. Frustrated, she actually went off to a guest room mumbling about how she needed to get fucked. I lurked outside the door and was positive I could hear soft moans while she did herself. I wish I could have watched that.
This hotel had a big party on Saturday nights. It was actually pretty well known for it. They had live music, in this case a reggae band followed by an African drumming demonstration.
It was a typical Jamaican night – 75 degrees and humid. Even with the ceiling fans cranked up in the outdoor venue, it was sultry to say the least.
We got there early and got a table right in front. Being a musician myself, I was eager to watch the show. Turns out there were a few shows that night.
The band came on and was very good. Of course the black rasta lead had my wife's complete attention. Her rapt stare accompanied by her standard comment about a black man of "He's awesome" started me wondering how far tonight would go. Would this finally happen or would she stop short as usual.
The African Drummers were next and to say they were fabulous would be an understatement. All black men, rastas all, they wore a sort of short pajama bottom and nothing else. Accompanied by two women dancers also very scantily clad the combined effect was nothing short of primal. The thumping drums and frenzied dancing of the women was like an aphrodisiac. Denise was captivated. Yet there was one of the men that caught her eye. Whenever one of the drummers had a lead part – they would step forward. That's when the camera starting taking video and many still shots. I thought I could actually see her squirming in her seat.
It was very loud, but I was certain that she said to me "He's the one."
I asked her to repeat herself, but she remained silent, but fixated on him. I had my hand on her back, gently caressing her, but also applying gentle pressure hoping to give her my physical permission by pushing her towards him.
For her part, her stare never left him. I think she was trying to get his attention, knowing that if she looked away, he might miss her intent.
At one point she commented that there wasn't anyone in the crowd these guys would be interested in (it was a very middle aged crowd). While continuing my permissive caresses I whispered to her that she was totally hot enough for any of these guys. I don't know what more I could have done short of telling her to fuck him to help this along.
