Over the next couple of months, I suspect that Frank made a number of visits to my house while I was at my Sunday golf game. Jane never mentions these visits, perhaps out of concern for my feelings, although there were telltale signs; especially in our laundry hamper.
She did not initiate another threesome. I think she was enamored of the newness of their couplings. On a few weekday evenings she went to be with him. She was usually home before midnight due to work in the morning. I was always waiting and horny, wanting to reclaim her.
The first time she pushed me down and kneeled over my face to suck my cock, I was so excited that I blew my load into her mouth while licking her cum-filled pussy. I think she was glad that I lost interest in fucking her after; she was worn out by him.
That having been said, I was not deprived of sex; we played and fucked at least once or twice per week. She never refused my advances and was ever loving and tender with me. I have mostly gotten over my jealousy and insecurity when she needs him.
Once she told me that Frank wanted her to stay overnight. I asked her not to do that. I didn’t want people to see her coming out of his house on a weekday morning. Besides, I was being very accomodating letting him fuck her in our marital bed; enough is enough.
She acquiesced but let me know that Frank was not happy about it. Then one night she crawled into bed with me and immediately reached for my junk. As she stroked it she asked, “Honey, are you happy with things? Am I taking good care of you?” My antennae went up immediately. Uh oh, I’ve been waiting for the next phase.
I mumbled something that she took as affirmative. “Since you won’t let me spend the night at Frank’s place, we have another idea.” Stroke, stroke, kiss, kiss. “Frank wants to take a vacation in Jamaica. He wants us to go for a week and I would love to. I have always wanted to go to the Caribbean.
“That way we get some together time and no one we know sees us. I will be back before you know it.” When my little head gets hard, my big head tends to get soft. By the third time she had edged me I gave in. She kissed me with her cum-covered lips and ran to call Frank with the news.
So, on a chilly, rainy day in February day I delivered them to the airport. Frank shook my hand and Jane kissed my cheek before they disappeared into the bowels of our local airport. “Text me when you arrive,” I called as they entered. Her hand went up in a wave as the door closed.
She did as asked around dinner time after they landed the first night. After that the texts came mid-day while I was at work or not at all. Mostly they seemed to be hanging around on a nude beach and drinking with the locals. She texted that her tan was coming along, no suit lines and that Jamaica was full of hung black men entertaining white women and sometimes their husbands.
She said that they had decided that she should shave her pussy. “You’re going to love it. You will have to keep it smooth for me. Won’t that be fun?”
I got her text with their flight schedule so I could pick them up. When we dropped Frank off at his house, he seemed less than cordial, and a bit abrupt with Jane when she kissed him goodbye. I wondered if the blush was wearing off the rose.
Jane said, “A whole week is a lot of togetherness for Frank. He’ll get over it.” I was heartened by her attitude. She snuggled up to me and kissed me like a lover and asked me if I had missed her. “Have you been saving yourself for me?”
I nodded, though I had masturbated a few times. “Wait until I get you home, I’m going to rock your world. But first I want one of your famous mustache rides.” I do not have a mustache; maybe I should grow one.
“So tell me about Jamaica. What was the resort like?”
“There is a lot to tell, but I’ll give you the beginnings. The resort is on a long, beautiful, clothing optional beach. They have beachside duplex cabanas and we were assigned one. After stowing our things we went for a walk on the sand.
“John, you wouldn’t believe how liberating it is to walk around naked feeling the breezes kiss parts of your body that are normally covered. You will have to come with us next time. Initially I was a little intimidated but I soon got over it.
“As we strolled we encountered many Jamaican men either alone or with a white woman. They were all much darker than Frank, and some much bigger, if you know what I mean.” I could feel my cock growing in her hand. “The lone ones tried to chat us up but Frank kept walking.
“When we got back to the cabana, we met the couple who rented the other half of it. Tom and Julie were on their second vacay there. They invited us to dine with them in the restaurant that night.
“They were good company and we enjoyed dinner with them. When we were having a drink at our table after, a tall dark man entered the lounge and ordered a drink at the bar. He turned and raised his glass to us, returned by Tom.
“Then Julie got up, excused herself and approached him. They talked for a few moments then he took her hand and they walked away. Frank raised his eyebrows at Tom who said, ‘That’s her bull; they are going to have sex.’
“He explained they would either go out on the dunes and fuck, or they might go to his house where his wife and her brother, and maybe a friend might join in. He informed us that the local bulls are not supposed to be in the cabanas, but she sometimes sneaks him in. We might hear some activities later; the walls are thin.”
“What does he do while she is out getting her fix?” I asked. I was fully hard by now.
“That’s the interesting part, he enjoys sitting for hours imagining what she’s doing. He says that is because he is in a cock cage which keeps him from masturbating and cumming. The endorphin rush can go on for hours he says.
“When she gets back and releases him he is loaded for bear and has a hair trigger. And sometimes he gets to clean her up. I wonder if we should look into that idea for you.” She chuckled and squeezed me harder. “Are you ready for more sex or more story?”