We spent the rest of the vacation mostly with Charles. The alternative was the chastity device; that’s what Cat told me the following morning. I must either accept this lifestyle or agree to be locked up again.
For the first time in a while, I actually wondered which was better. Being locked in that cock cage made me horny all the time and unable to jerk off. It did give me a reason to try harder with Cat and it saved my mojo for our sex life. These meetings with other men took their toll in other ways. The mind games and the jealousy were terrible. Only for now, here in Jamaica, there was no point in second thoughts. I really had no choice but to accept the current arrangement.
Cat and I hit the fitness center without Charles. She wanted to get her work-out in and so did I. We also tried scuba diving and made another trip to the coral reefs. Golf was fun and we got in some tennis.
Saturday we joined Charles for massages and afterward made a visit to the nude beach.
Catherine was the first to slip out of her clothes and Charles showed no hesitation, either. I was embarrassed but followed suit. The three us hit the ocean and the beach was gorgeous, with lots of people milling about.
Here was my naked wife next to this black bull … and then there I was. His cock was a “shower” rather than a grower, a proud, thick, fatheaded penis. Mine was a shriveled mess. Catherine looked great nude; all the locals and visiting couples were checking her out.
We strolled about until we found the perfect spot to spread our blanket. Later we hit the water, took walks along the edge and watched couples and a few singles stroll past. Catherine and her guy covered each other with suntan lotion and flirted.
The last thing I wanted was for Catherine to fall head over heels with some dude and be all moon-eyed. I did my best to keep things light, fun and not so serious. Charles was pretty cool about it, always trying to include me in conversation and whatnot.
A lot of the couples were with other couples. Unlike me, the guys were not offering their wives up to single men. These foursomes gave the men someone else’s wife to keep company with. The ones I talked to said it was just easier. Four people meant less drama; the extra person kept the marriage safe. I pondered my situation quite a bit. We had missed out on the toga parties and couples events, but Cat could have cared less.
On the walk back a local guy and his buddy made a funny comment about us—well, about me. He yelled out, “Hey, check out the little worm on that guy. Put it on a hook and toss it out to sea!”
That night Charles again joined us at our bungalow. A three-hour session followed. This time Catherine was much more vocal, more relaxed, hornier and eager to let it all out. She said a lot of stuff like, “Fuck me like only a real man can, and give me that awesome cock. I love that cock!”
This time I didn’t just watch. It took too long. I read brochures and took pictures and tidied up. Meanwhile I heard her say, “Oh, baby, this is how I like it, take me, and give me all you have, make me explode. MY HUSBAND CAN’T MEASURE UP TO THIS UNBELIEVABLE COCK OF YOURS.”
I waited to masturbate until Charles was gone and Cat was sleeping. She had no intention of giving me a mercy fuck. In fact the plan was to have Charles back in the morning for another session. Catherine had demanded it.
In the morning, right at 9 a.m., Charles knocked on our cabin door and Catherine, in a tiny pair of peach panties, ran to let him in. They got right down to business. She pulled his shorts down, took his hand and led him to our bed. I was still in it. They frolicked for a few minutes and then he was on top and inside her. She cried out in pleasure, “What a way to wake up in the morning, ummm, so sweet, ohhhhh, yessssss, give me that fucking tool.”
They fucked hard, right next to me. He was pushing deep into my wife, and she welcomed every bit of him. She then took control, turning him over and mounting him. Smiling at me, she tossed back her hair and lowered her ass to impale her cunt with his majestic rod. She bounced on him and arched her back in sheer joy. This was too much for me. I went to get some orange juice from the fridge.
Sunday was our last day on the island. Charles had to leave that morning so Cat and I were on our own. We had heard about a small, secluded island nearby that offered the most magnificent views and chartered a small private boat to take us there. A local Jamaican guy with dreads and a pretty good body drove the boat. For the entire ride, he kept his eyes on Catherine. The day before, my wife had bought a new bright pink bikini that left little to the imagination; it had a thong back and a tiny triangle in front. Dokku, our captain, eyed her with interest. After docking, we headed up a natural staircase to some magnificent cliffs. The surrounding landscape was awesome and we enjoyed a bottle of wine from our picnic basket.
Before Dokku made himself scarce, he said, “All de while do u ting, mi tell u, me brodas are all here.” I had no idea what he meant—neither did Cat—but we nodded and smiled. Catherine, as usual, got wasted in no time. She had always been a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
We made way down the cliffs and back to flat land. There two other local Jamaican men waited for us.
Dokku greeted them and pointed to us … to my wife.
“Ahhh,” one of the locals said, “beat dem bad, eh?”
I looked at Cat but she only shrugged her shoulders. Dokku said, “Okay mon, mi tell u, do outing … go ahead.”
He gestured to Catherine to come forward and she giggled and almost tripped over a coconut. The guys brandished a machete and came toward us. I closed my fists, prepared to fend them off, but my panic was unfounded. The taller of the two, who had almost no hair on his head, picked up the coconut and gave it a fierce chop. Then he split it open and dug the white out.
His pal, the stockier of the two, came over too. All three men slid their shorts down to proudly display their cocks. Our boat driver invited Catherine to suck them and perhaps fuck all three of them. I was in shock. Cat was silly and full of it and actually stroked one of the guys right then and there. One took a blanket and spread it out on the sand. Before long my wife was sucking the penises of three local Jamaican guys. She was having a ball. I saw another two small boats pull up onto the shore. More local black men joined us, and before long, there was an entire group gathered to watch my wife.
She was out of her bikini and bare-assed in no time. Soon she was spread-eagled on the blanket while these fisherman locals took turns fucking her pussy. Sand was getting everywhere.
The men watching pulled down their shorts and began to stroke their cocks as they watched my little wife fuck their buddies. They were all small in stature, but no one had any fat on their bodies. A few sucked on sugar cane sticks and chatted about my slut wife. Some were too scared to approach, while others crept closer. I looked on in stunned amazement as Catherine, naked on the sand, took each guy’s cock in her mouth as he pulled up in front of her. A few lowered her to the ground and pumped into her. They were all wild for her older, sexy white pussy. I heard remarks like, “Oh yeah, mon, de white gal she like to fuck de broddas.”
On her back, Catherine took a total of seven hard black Jamaican cocks. None lasted longer than a few minutes. Jism was sprayed all about her body and every so often she got up to wash off in the nearby stream. Then it was back to the blanket to be fucked doggy style and suck more strange dick. I was in awe. Wine had always made her less inhibited but this was crazy.
More boats came to shore carrying more guys, but I had to put an end to it. I grabbed my wife, demanding to be taken back to the main isle and the resort area. Dokku got us safely out of there and, on the boat ride home, enjoyed Catherine one last time. She sucked his long cock and made him fuck her as she leaned over the side of the boat.
The trip had ended with bang. I was worried about all the strange dong she had messed with. She said she would get tested right away. We flew back home and reality was about to set in. Overall it was one hell of a Caribbean getaway.
The tests came back negative and things were okay. Life went on. In fact she needed a break and so did I. We stopped all activity for a while. I spent time doing the things that made me worthy of such a lovely bride. I mowed the lawn, fixed the cars, did yard work, remodeled the kitchen, and made lots of money with my computer business. Catherine was good to me when I was a good boy myself.
We tried to have a normal sexual life, but it was a joke. I had become more and more impotent and she was now way past the point of normal husband and wife sex. A few minutes here and there, lots of oral sex, and toys were all we could manage. It was a good time to focus on family stuff. My relationship with her daughters improved and my own kids got me more often on off weekends.
Catherine started to miss Charles and I knew it was just a matter of time before it started up again. I found the chastity device in a drawer and examined it closely. It was an altered version of a more popular one sold online. The plastic part covered my small penis and the tube fit nicely. A round circular part encased my nuts and the padlock locked it all into place. The small ring on the bottom looped into the front of my penis and kept me from cheating.
The thing was, my piercing had all but grown over by now. I thought about wearing it again just for fun. It did work and kept me from jacking off. It made me ultra horny for Cat and whenever I could be milked and set free I was in orbit and wild to satisfy her. But I still hated the darn thing.
It was no surprise when Catherine decided we would attend the next Mandingo party. The entire week after mentioning it, she treated me like royalty. I got massages, lots of verbal strokes such as “You’re such a good father” and “We have a great family,” and plenty of cuddling.
The party was called “A Key Swap Affair.” The couples would arrive alone, as would the black men. Each Mandingo brother would put a key into a box. The key the couple picked from the guys’ box would be their date for the evening. The women were also asked to make it a sexy schoolgirl night, dressing the part with pleated skirts, thigh-high stockings, and all. I had begun wondering if these events were really organized mostly for the benefit of the brothers, but it did not matter. Cat was ready to play.