I am one of the luckiest people in the world. Let me tell about my wife of five years. Joan is the smartest and sexiest woman I have ever known. Joan has a bright open face, shining hair and a sparkling flirtatious personality. She has a body made for sex. She has very firm medium sized breasts that never need a bra, a curvy shape without being chubby, long legs and an ass that is just shy of being a bubble but.

She is also an exhibitionist. She loves to wear scandalous clothes that emphasize her beauty and desirability. Some of the clothes she likes the most are: See through gauze tops that are backless with string ties at the neck and waist, halter tops that are more like bikini tops with plunging necklines, a black mini dress that hugs her body like a second skin, scandalous bikinis that always draw men’s attention, various very short mini skirts and dresses, and tight low slung short shorts. She also takes every opportunity to show her naked body at nude beaches, hot tubs and skinny dipping. I love her exhibitionism.

As for me, Tom, I’m a successful businessman in the technology business. I’ve got a swimmers body, with broad chest and shoulders and slim through the waist. I’m not bad looking but nowhere in Joan’s class.

We share all of our sexual fantasies. We have had sex in public, sex while we knew someone was watching, every possible position and blatant exhibitionism on dance floors.

One of our favorite fantasies would be for me to watch her fucking another man or men.Our favorite sex talk is “I want to watch you fuck.” “I’d like to watch you get finger fucked.” “I’d like to watch you giving blowjobs to black men with huge cocks.”

You’d say Oh god yes I want to. These dirty talking sessions have a powerful sexual impact on both of us. We have explosive sex during these sessions.

We really wanted these fantasies to come true where I watched her in the throes of passion with another man or men. We just never seemed to have the right opportunity. We were a popular couple in our community and couldn’t afford to have rumors about our sex life.

This year we decided to go on vacation to Jamaica. We chose a resort in Negril that had a reputation for naughty behavior. The beaches were beautiful, bluewater with gentle waves washing on sparkling sands. There were multiples restaurants, beach bars and Jacuzzis. The resort had two beaches, nude and prude.

Joan, of course choose the nude beach for us. All we needed was beach blankets, suntan lotion and sunglasses. We got to the beach and Joan immediately started a promenade along the shore. She was preening and her breasts flushed with excitement and her nipples pert and engorged. There were others at the beach with same exhibitionist desires.

During her walk, I saw her stop several times and speak to well hung black men, her eyes wandering down to their cocks. When she came back to me at the blanket she was breathing hard and if you looked close there was a hint of moisture on her labia.

She nudged me and said quietly “Have you seen the size of the cocks on those Jamaican guys?”

I laughed a little at her and said “What are you going to do about it?”

Joan gave me kittenish look and said “I know what I’d like to do about it.”

We stayed on the beach for a while sunning and swimming in the ocean water. Back at our towels a nude Jamaican man approached us and said “Ganja?” We laughed and said we’d love some but on a nude beach we have no place to carry money.

He said “No problem man I deliver to your room.” While he was talking to us Joan couldn’t keep her eyes off of his cock. It swayed back and forth down his legs and seemed to swell as if he was aware of Joan’s fascination. Joan flushed at being caught staring and casually brushed her breasts.

We swam around and frolicked in the water for a while. I took every opportunity to grope and caress Joan’s naked body. Joan kept glancing at all the Jamaican men and their big black cocks. The other couples on the beach were pursuing many covert sexual activities and didn’t notice ours. We decided we had enough sun and headed back to our room.

We walked back along the beach to our room. The room was spacious with a large Jacuzzi, wet bar and a balcony overlooking the ocean. Along the way we admired the beauty of the resort. The buildings were glistening white stucco. There were several restaurants and beach front bars and there was a general spirit of fun.

We took a shower and then had a glass of wine from our in room bar. We settled in to relax, still in the nude. I was admiring Joan. Her skin had a light tan and there were freckles on her nose from the sun. There was a knock on the door. It was the young Jamaican who had sold us the weed at the door.

Joan modestly scrambled into the bath room. I laughed at her and said “He’s already seen you naked.”

Joan came out blushing. We let him in and negotiated a price for a half ounce. I mentioned to him that we didn’t have any rolling papers.

He smiled and said “No problem I’ll give you some for a starter
kit”

I said “That’s very nice of you, would you like to have some pot and wine with us?”

He said he’d be delighted. He rolled a couple of what appeared to be super joints. The dope was much more powerful than what we get at home. Joan and I were still naked and were flaunting it. I draped my arm around her shoulder and let my hand fondle her breast. Joan was getting flushed in the face and breasts.

The Jamaican man had a growing bulge in his speedo and politely offered to leave.

Joan said “Why don’t you stay a while.”

I smiled knowingly.

Joan stood up and asked if she could sit with him on the couch. She sat on the cushion next to his and put her hand on his thigh. He leaned back on the couch and Joan turned to him and gave him a few tentative kisses and touches. He looked at me and I nodded an OK. He pulled Joan up onto his lap and they swapped gentle kisses with entwined tongues. The man started caressing and sucking her breasts. Her nipples flared and got flush red with lust.

They started making out more heatedly. After a few moments Joan said “You need to be nude too.” Joan pulled his suit down revealing a big hard black cock. She knelt down in front of him and started to lick it. She took it in her mouth, started stroking the base and sucked it while making moaning sounds.

I said “Why don’t both of you move to the bed and get more comfortable.” I stayed in my chair watching them and stroking my erection.

They kept making out and it grew hotter. Soon they were rubbing against each others body, caressing intimately and making sounds like they were in heat. Joan started humping his legs and making more sex sounds. They were clinging to each other and obviously in lust. They got into a 69 position and the room soon filled with the soft sounds of licking and sucking and with the smell of sweat and cunt.

Joan rolled him over on his back. She raised herself over his cock and teased him by rubbing him along her wet slit. He started pushing his hips up trying to get into her. Finally Joan lowered herself on his prick. All three of us savored the moment. Joan began moving slowly up and down. Her cunt lips hugged him and his cock was slick with her wetness. The contrast between her fair skin and his blackness was very erotic.

Joan looked at me and said, “Is this what you wanted?”

He rolled Joan over with her beneath him, never letting his cock out of her. He started jabbing his prick in her and it shined with their combined juices. Joan started to moan. He gasped and grunted. They moaned and groaned together in a sexy symphony of lust. They went into a mania of sexual excitement. They climaxed noisily.

I went over to Joan and held her tight while she came down from her powerful orgasm. I told her I loved her more than ever.

The Jamaican man was all smiles as he got up and left.

I was extremely horny from watching Joan fuck. I licked the cum from her cunt and then rose and put my prick in her sloppy wetness. We rushed towards our mutual climaxes. We had made our fantasy come true and we loved every second of it.

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