BARBARA AT TEMPTATION ISLAND

Barbara nervously glanced across the room at her passed out husband before looking down at the giant black cock of the muscular islander sitting next to her.
"Come on baby just give it a few strokes, it's the least you could do. Watching your big titties bounce around in that tiny bikini has had my cock hard all fucking day," Jomo said as he rested a hand on her bare thigh.
She glanced down at his hand then back to the hotel bed where her husband lay.
"Don't worry about him baby, as much as he drank and smoked he'll be out for hours,"
Little did she know he'd slipped a pill into Dean's last drink just to make sure of it. Barbara turned back towards the muscular black gazing at the massive chunk of black meat pointing towards the ceiling. She tried to shake off the alcohol and drug induced haze and fight the urge to grab the monster. She knew it was wrong but she was losing control.
The booze and weed were fine but the minute she snorted that line of ******* things began to change. It'd been years since she'd done it and had forgotten what it did to her.
She just wished Dean hadn't of passed out before Jomo offered it to her knowing he would have put a stop to it. Through the years of marriage she'd never cheated on Dean and didn't intend to now but the handsome islander with the lean, rippling muscles was having a surprising affect on her.
"Get to it girl, we both know you want to. Wrap those pretty fingers around my cock and give it a few tugs," he said as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh stopping when he touched the cloth of her bikini bottoms feeling the heat between her legs further fueling his desires.
Without even realizing she was doing it she reached over with her left hand and grabbed the thick slab of black meat.
"There you go baby.....feel that black cock," he said as a big smile spread across his face.
Barbara was mesmerized and unable to take her eyes off it. Her hand barely covered a third of the long shaft and her fingers weren't even close to encircling it. It felt so thick and heavy that even in her drugged state she couldn't believe it was a real penis.
Jomo looked down at the big expensive diamond ring that was now touching his cock and smiled. Not only was he going to fuck this hot white bitch he was going to do it only a few feet from her sleeping husband. Instinctively Barbara began to slowly slide her hand up and down the long black shaft of the resort bartender.
"That's it, stroke that black cock baby,"
He sat back and watched the pretty white hand slowly slide up and down his dark shaft. He knew she was getting hot, he could feel the heat from her pussy on his hand through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. He let her stroke him for a few minutes then scraped out the last of the coke with his finger and held it out for her to snort just above the head of his cock. She leaned down and snorted the small pile and before she realized what was happening Jomo pushed her head down jamming the his cock in her mouth.
She was dizzy and confused and tried to pull her mouth off of it but he had his hands on her head pushing it down allowing more and more of his length inside. He pushed until she started to gag then released the pressure allowing her head to come back up only to slowly force it down again.
She quickly stopped fighting and soon he had a nice rhythm going. The cock felt good in her mouth and without her realizing it he'd released her head and she was willingly sucking the islander's big black cock.
Climbing up on the couch she got her knees up underneath her and began to instinctively slam her head up and down. Of course she could only take about a third of the cock in her mouth but she used her hands to stroke the remaining length. It had been awhile since she'd had a cock in her mouth but it came back to her quickly.
"Oh fuck that's it baby, suck that cock," he said as he watched the pretty white wife struggle with his size.
Jomo sat back and thought how easily and quickly he'd pulled this off. The first moment he spotted the couple walking into resort bar he'd decided to do whatever it took to fuck the sexy blond. The fact that they were on their wedding anniversary and ready to party just played right into his hands. He'd spent the first couple of days befriending them and feeding them drinks as often as possible.
Jomo, of course, couldn't take his eyes off Barbara. She was short, plump and very pretty with maybe the nicest set of natural tits he'd ever seen on a white woman. Most of the rich white bitches that came there had those expensive fake breasts installed. Jomo had no problem with those but there was something about a nice set of natural white titties that made his cock hard. Add in the fact that Barbara liked to walk around in tiny string bikinis just fueled his urges.
When he told them he had today off and offered to show them a private beach outside the resort they quickly accepted. They spent the day at the beach drinking beer and enjoying the perfect weather. Dean had gotten a little soft over the years so Jomo made sure Barbara got a good look at his young, firm, muscular body. She tried to be discreet but he could tell she was checking him out even smiling at him a couple of times when Dean wasn't looking.
Dean, of course, was oblivious to the whole thing. He was just like most arrogant, rich white dudes who thought there was no way their perfect little trophy wife would have any interest in a lowly black islander who tended bar.
But Jomo knew different and had lost count of how many times he'd put the cock to some married white bitch right under her husbands' nose. When he'd first offered them the smoke they'd refused saying they hadn't done it in years but after several drinks they changed their minds and invited him up to their hotel room. There, sipping rum drinks and smoking grass Jomo had the couple right where he wanted them.
Her husband now completely forgotten, Barbara had really gotten into the blow job sliding and twisting her hands up and down his shaft while slobbering all over the fat head. She didn't even notice when he reached over and untied her bikini top allowing her big breasts to dangle freely. He did the same to her bottoms now leaving the sexy blond completely naked.
"Bitch, I've been waiting to play with these titties for two fucking days," he said as he reached beneath her pinching and ******* them.
He let her suck him for a few minutes then yanked her head off his cock and roughly pulled her up until she was straddling his waist facing him. As good as it felt to have the pretty bitch's mouth wrapped around his cock he wanted to see those titties up close and personal then get his cock into some pussy.
"Jerk my cock off while I play with your titties," he said as he placed her hands on his cock and buried his face in her big tits.
Barbara did as she was told and started to stroke his cock while watching Jomo feast on her naked breasts. He went from one to the other licking and sucking her rock hard nipples while squeezing and rubbing the white flesh.
"Fuck these titties are beautiful, I could suck on them all fucking day," he said just before slamming his face back into them.
Jomo's mouth and the thick cock in her hands were making Barbara hotter than she'd been in years. After several minutes Jomo grew impatient standing and turning around dropping Barbara down on the couch. He stood looking down at her neatly trimmed pussy while lightly stroking himself.
Knowing it was too late to stop and really not wanting to Barbara spread her legs wide allowing Jomo to crawl up between them. Even in her drugged state she knew this was wrong and might regret it the rest of her life but things had gone too far and she just had to feel that big black cock inside her.
"That's it spread those legs wide baby, got to get inside that white pussy," he said as he slapped the head of his cock on her clit then rubbed it around causing Barbara to squeal.
She stared open mouthed as he lined the fat head up with her moist slit and leaned forward. She watched as her lips stretched obscenely wide trying to accommodate the fleshy mass. It took a little work but the head eventually popped in and Barbara screamed and tried to push Jomo off her. He laughed as he leaned into her sliding half of his length inside. To Barbara it felt more like she was giving birth than having sex and she couldn't stop screaming.
"Fucking pussy's tight; you white bitches always seem to have such tight fucking pussies. Must be those small penises white boys use to fuck you. Don't worry baby I'll open it up for you, by the time I'm done you'll able to drive a fucking truck into it," he said as he began to work his cock into her.
He moved slowly working his length in and out sliding it a bit deeper with every thrust until the entire thing was lodged inside, it took some time and they were both covered in sweat but they eventually got there. Barbara had settled down a little but was still moaning and grunting with every thrust.
Jomo laughed, "You got the whole thing up inside you baby, now it's time to really fuck!"
He grabbed her ankles and leaned into her pressing his body weight against her. Barbara fought off some panic as Jomo aggressively pounded his massive cock deep into her. He had her ankles in his hands pinning them against the back of the couch behind her head. She had a hard time catching her breath as he pistoned in and out.
"Oh God please slow down, you're so deep,"
Jomo smiled, she was helpless and they both knew it. He was going to hit this pussy long and hard. Sweat flew as their bodies slapped together and he relentlessly pounded into her for several minutes listening to her screams and moans. At first he could tell she was scared but as she got use to his size her screams of fear changed to those of pleasure.
"There you go baby, you like that black cock now don't you? Ya you do, you like that big cock up in that pussy."
Just as he said that Barbara started to shake and her eyes rolled back into her head the most intense orgasm she could remember overwhelmed her.
Jomo laughed and plowed into her harder, "Fuck ya bitch, cum all over that dick. I own this fucking pussy. Too bad your fucking husband isn't awake to see how a black man fucks his wife."
Barbara was going nuts and all her doubts and reservations disappeared. All she cared about was that big black cock pounding in and out of her and all she wanted was for Jomo to keep doing it. Jomo didn't disappoint and fucked the screaming housewife for over thirty minutes. After her third orgasm Jomo decided it was his turn pumping even faster than before.
"My turn baby, ready to taste some fucking cum," he said deciding he wanted to pop off in her mouth in case he decided to hit the pussy again, he hated a sloppy pussy.
Barbara was still trying to catch her breath from her last orgasm and couldn't answer.
This was without a doubt the best sex she'd ever had and her pussy was on fire.
Jomo pumped two more times then pulled his cock out, stood, and pulled Barbara up by the back of the head until she was sitting up with his cock in her face.
"Open your fucking mouth, bitch," he screamed as he drove his cock into Barbara's mouth and unleashed a river of cum directly down her throat. He grabbed her head and bucked uncontrollably into her as spurt after spurt squirted into her mouth. Barbara tried to swallow as fast as she could but it was coming too fast and she began to gag and choke. Big wads of cum and spit dribbled out of her mouth and dripped onto her heaving breasts.
"Oh fuck....that's good, baby," Jomo barked as he continued to slide his cock in and out.
Finally, after what seemed to Barbara like a gallon of cum he'd finished and released the pressure on her head. Considering how good he'd made her feel and wanting to return the favor she continued to suck and clean his cock until it softened and he pulled it out. Now completely drained both collapsed on the couch and tried to catch their breath.
"Fuck baby that shit felt good,"
When she didn't respond he glanced over at her as she sat back with her eyes closed.
He reached over grabbing her thigh, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Judging from those sounds you made and that wet pussy you had more fun than I did."
She couldn't help but giggle, "It was fucking awesome! Now I better go clean myself up, you cum like a damn fire hose."
He laughed and stared at her tight ass as she got up and headed towards the bathroom. All the sex had caused her buzz to weaken and for the first time since the whole episode started she noticed her husband sleeping on the bed. She briefly froze as the realization of what she'd just done set in before continuing to the bathroom.
Looking at herself in the mirror she barely recognized herself. There was cum and spit caked on from her head to her belly button and the inside of her thighs were covered in slime. She quickly decided to jump in the shower and clean the evidence off.
Jomo had dozed off but awoke when he heard the shower running. He looked over at Dean and smiled. This was a first, as many married bitches he'd fucked this was the first time the husband was in the same room. He stood up and put his shorts back on deciding he wasn't done with Barbara yet. After all it was Saturday night and still early. A few minutes later she came walking out in a short robe. She looked so good he thought about taking her again right then but decided to wait.
He smiled as he handed her a tiny white bikini he'd pulled out of drawer, "Put this on baby."

She looked at him confused, "What?"
"We're going to a party."
"I don't think that's a good idea Jomo, I really don't."
"Oh come on girl, it's still early and I know you still want to party."
Barbara was wired from the coke and knew he was right, "Why can't we just stay here."
"Well, we're out of booze, weed, and coke to start plus I told a friend of mine I'd stop by. Come on.....it ain't a big thing. His place is on the beach not far from the resort. We'll take one of the golf carts and be back in a couple of hours."
She hesitated a moment then took the bikini, "I'm supposed to go to the party wearing this?"
"It's a beach party plus I want to show off that fucking body of yours."
She couldn't help but smile as she walked into the bathroom to change.
He thought it was funny that they just spent an hour fucking the shit out of each other, now she wanted some privacy.
A few minutes later she came out, slipped on a t-shirt and some flip flops and followed him out the door again completely forgetting Dean who was snoring away on the bed.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a house on the beach. Barbara could hear the music from a band playing on the sand. From the sound of it there appeared to be a large group of people partying on the beach.
"Come on baby lets go have some fun," he said taking her hand and pulling her out of the golf cart. She followed him up a walkway and into a side door of the house.
"Take a seat baby while I go do some shopping," he said as he grabbed a handful of her ass then pointed to a chair in the corner.
Barbara watched him walk down the hallway then, still dizzy, sat down to wait. The small smoke filled beach house was more hut than house. Glancing into the next room she could see several dark skinned islanders passing around a large bong as they listened to the island music reverberating from outside.
In one corner of the kitchen, to Barbara's shock and surprise, a brunette woman was on her knees bobbing her head up and down the cock of a big dread-locked Rastafarian. He smiled at her just before taking a drag from the biggest joint she'd ever seen. Barbara couldn't believe she was doing that out in the open for everyone to see.
She quickly looked away and down at herself. Shit, she must be out of her mind she thought realizing how few clothes she had on. She looked and felt like a complete whore. Thankfully nobody else she'd seen was wearing much either.

This whole experience was so surreal, not only had she spent the evening doing drugs and having sex with a young black man now she waiting half naked in some party house to most likely do more of the same.
A few people walked in and out but most people were outside dancing and listening to the band. At one point three women in bikinis she recognized from the hotel walked in and joined the men in the other room. Knowing they were married she initially was disgusted but quickly remembered that after tonight she certainly wasn't one to judge.
Occasionally she'd glance back in the kitchen noticing the brunette's head still bobbing up and down. Finally Jomo came out and motioned for her to follow. Quickly she got up following him into one of the back rooms.
He winked at her as he held the door open, "Got some more sugar baby, you still want to party?"
Again she knew she should have said no and left but the urge was just too strong and she nodded her head yes before walking in and quickly stopping in her tracks. Sitting in a chair in the corner completely naked was an older man with a small pipe hanging out of his mouth. He was very dark skinned with long grey dreadlocks, a shaggy grey beard that made him look older than he was.
He nodded at her then motioned to Jomo, "You weren't fucking with me were you, that is one fine piece of white pussy."
"Fuck yeah, Pops, but you seem to be doing just fine as usual," Jomo said motioning towards two naked white women passed out on the bed.
Pops' pot belly jiggled as he laughed, "Couple of my regulars, they fly in three or four times a year to party. Their husbands think they're here doing volunteer work but the only thing they volunteer to do is smoke dope and suck my black cock."
They both laughed but Barbara was nervous and unsure how to react. This whole day had gotten so fucking weird she wasn't even sure what was happening. The man stood up and she couldn't help but notice his long, thick cock dangling between his legs. It was shinny as if coated with some sort of fluid. He pulled out a bottle of rum and three glasses pouring a shot into each. He passed out the drinks and Barbara quickly downed hers.
Pops laughed as he poured her a second, "bitch is thirsty."
"Ya, she likes to party," Jomo responded then slapped Barbara on the ass.
Barbara drank this one a bit slower listening to the two of them bullshit back and forth. Jomo sat down at a desk and pulled out a little bag of powder and began to prepare a few lines.
Pops poured some more rum into Barbara's glass then said, "So let's see those titties Jomo keeps talking about."
Barbara wasn't sure what to say or do but managed to spit out, "What?"
Pops laughed then offered her a hit from his pipe. Barbara hesitated but then wrapped her lips around it and inhaled deeply.
"Now why don't you give an old man a thrill and take that top off honey,"
"Show him your tits baby," Jomo said.
Barbara face grew red and she nervously responded, "I can't do that."
"Listen girl, don't be rude. You're in the man's house drinking his rum and smoking his weed. It's the least you can do," Jomo barked.
Barbara looked from Jomo to Pops unsure what to do.
Pops smiled at her, "Don't worry honey, I just want to see. I couldn't fuck you right now if I wanted to. These two have worn me out, I still got their cum all over my cock. "
Barbara was frozen unable to move.

Jomo looked over at her irritated, "Baby, you ain't gonna get what you want until you pull those titties out."
Barbara paused for a second and then pulled her t-shirt up over her head leaving her in just her bikini and flip flops.

"Very nice honey but we're not quite there yet." Pops said smiling.
Barbara looked down then reached around behind her and undid her top pulling it off and dropping it on the floor Barbara was startled when Pops immediately grabbed them with both hands.
"What are you doing!?!"
Pops ignored her squeezing them a few times and running his thumbs over the nipples before saying, "Fuck me Jomo, these are some world class titties, on such a plump pretty bitch too. Mind if I have a taste?"
"Help yourself....." Jomo replied without turning away from his work.
Barbara started to protest but before she could say a word Pops had already buried his face in her breasts licking and sucking them. She briefly tried to pull away but he had them gripped too tightly. He took his time as he went from one to the other sucking in each nipple and flicking it several times with his tongue until they were hard as little pebbles. Despite herself Barbara couldn't help but moan lightly. The old islander certainly knew how to treat a woman's breasts.
She looked at Jomo for help as he approached her sticking a tiny bit of coke in her face. The booze and pot had kicked her buzz back in full gear and she knew the coke was a bad idea but she just couldn't resist. With some urging from Jomo she sniffed it up. Jomo slid his hand inside her bikini bottoms ******* her ass then gently kissed her neck. Barbara gasped when she felt him slip a finger in her pussy from behind and twirl it around.
"You must be turning her on Pops.... her pussy's soaking wet," he said as he slid a second finger inside.
Jomo slid his other hand down the front side of her bikini and found her clit flicking it back and forth with his finger. She was pinned between these two big blacks and couldn't move even if she wanted to. The four hands and two mouths that were roaming the sensitive parts of her body were driving her nuts and she leaned back into Jomo and moaned.
Jomo licked and kissed her neck then whispered in her ear, "Feels good doesn't it baby?
She moaned and sighed "Yes, so good."
They worked her over for a few minutes then Jomo pulled her away and said winking to Pops, "She's been a good girl... why don't we give her what she wants."
Barbara was confused but then realized he was leading her over to the table with the coke on it.
She bent over and inhaled half a line and rested on her elbows with her ass sticking straight back and up. She felt someone behind her grab her by the waist. She was dizzy again and couldn't react in time as she felt her bikini being pulled aside and something large slap against her ass then press against her vagina. It quickly popped in and she was sure it had to be Jomo's cock because of how full she felt but when she looked back she saw that it was the old man that was thrusting himself into her.
"Fuck this bitch's pussy's tight," he said as he began to slide himself further in.
"You think it's tight now... you should have felt it before. It took me ten minutes just to get my cock in the bitch," Jomo responded as he sat in a chair watching.
Barbara thought about resisting but she was horny as hell and the cock felt unbelievably good inside her. She didn't care that it belonged an old grey-haired Rastafarian. She untied her bikini bottoms letting them fall to the ground then kicked off her flip flops to get better traction and braced herself against the table pushing back into him.
"That's right baby, that's right. Slam that pussy back into me. Help me fuck that white pussy, let's do this shit together."
Barbara looked back at him with lust and yelled, "God, that big black cock feels good.... fuck me....FUCK ME!!!"
Pops didn't have to be told twice as he dug his fingers into her hips and jack hammered his cock in and out. Barbara was going crazy and she quickly came. Screaming and moaning she looked back to watch Pops slam himself into her. His dreadlocks swung wildly, his big belly jiggled with every thrust.
He smiled at her, "You like this old black cock in you don't you?"
She adamantly shook her head yes and screamed, "Oh my God yes, that black cock feels so good."
And it did too.... Barbara was in *******. couldn't believe how good this old black man was making her feel. First Jomo and now Pops, she was starting to think that maybe all these island men were all built like this. Jomo smiled as he watched the action. Most people would have been surprised at Barbara's change in behavior but he'd seen it so many times he almost expected it.
There was just something about these white bitches he thought, glancing at the two women still sleeping on the bed. The minute they stepped foot on the island things changed and it doesn't matter how prim, proper and sophisticated they thought they were.
"Fuck Jomo this is some good pussy. I fucking owe you one, why don't you help yourself to some of that," he said motioning to the two women.
Jomo laughed, "No thanks bro, I'll just wait and take my turn with her. Just do me a favor and pull out, will you."
Pops nodded and never slowed his pace pounding Barbara into another orgasm. He was getting close to coming himself but being a gentleman let her finish then pulled out, grabbed his cock and shot several long ropes of cum onto Barbara's lower back.
When he was done he jammed his cock back into Barbara's sloppy hole and slowly pumped it in and out a few times while he caught his breath. Barbara was out of breath herself and it took a few minutes for her to recover.
Jomo threw him a towel and Pops wiped the cum from her back. Finally, Pops softening cock flopped out and he released her hips as Barbara leaned down to snort the remainder of the coke. She turned around grabbing his wet cock and stroked it a few times.
"I thought you said you were too old to get it up again," she asked with a smile.
"Baby me and my cock have an agreement. We don't pass up fresh white pussy regardless of how tired we are."
She gave him a kiss on the cheek, "That was amazing; I can see why these two come back so often."
Pops laughed as he patted her on the ass then went over and pored himself a drink.
Jomo, whose cock was rock hard from watching the two fuck, stood up and grabbed Barbara by the arm.
"Thanks Pops," as he led the still naked Heather out of the room into the hallway.
They passed a couple guys, who stopped to admire Barbara's bouncing breasts, as he led her into a different room. Not bothering to shut the door he pushed her down on a bed then quickly stepped out of his shorts. His cock bobbed up and down obscenely as he climbed between Barbara's legs.
"I got to get in that pussy baby," he said almost frantically as he lined his cock up with her wet slit.
Barbara looked up at him smiling as she spread her legs. Now, completely broken, she wanted nothing more than for Jomo to put that big black cock inside her. Her pussy was still soaking wet from her session with Pops and this time Jomo slid in easily.
"Fuck ya baby, pussy's opened up nice now," he said as he started to slide himself in and out.
"Oh my God you feel good," Barbara moaned as she ran her hands over Jomo's hard, muscular body.
Barbara was in ******* as Jomo rhythmically pounded into her. She was so into the sex it didn't even faze her when people walked by the open door occasionally stopping to watch for a minute or two. After who knows how long they were both covered in sweat and Barbara could tell that Jomo was tiring.
She pulled his head to her kissing him deeply then pushed him away as she said, "I want to sit on it."
Jomo laughed then flipped over as he held her to him never allowing his cock to come unsheathed. She quickly gathered her feet beneath her and his hands went to her big, jiggling breasts as she started to bounce up and down. From this position it felt like his cock was going even deeper and Barbara went nuts as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her. She slowed briefly to recover then started to bounce up and down again. After several minutes Barbara's pace and beautiful breasts started to have an effect on Jomo and he felt himself getting close.
"Oh shit baby, I'm going to fucking cum," he said as he gripped her ass with both hands and started to buck up into her.
"Oh ya baby, cum for me. I want to feel it inside me!" she answered.
Jomo only lasted a couple more strokes then bucked up into her one last time and launched several thick streams of cum deep inside the beautiful white wife. Barbara continued to fuck him until she was sure he was done then collapsed in a heap on top of him.
They rested for a few minutes then Jomo slapped her on the ass and said, "Come on baby, let's get to the party."
Barbara was in a daze from all the sex, drugs and booze but she followed Jomo back to Pop's room where she put her bikini back on. Five minutes later she was outside with a drink in her hand dancing to the island music with Jomo and the rest of the party.
Every so often a joint would make its way to her and she'd occasionally take a hit.
This went on for the next few hours; it had been years since Barbara had partied like this and she was having a blast. At one point Jomo pulled her down the beach a bit and fucked her right there on the sand.
Finally about midnight Jomo, having to work in the morning, decided to call it a night but Barbara clearly wasn't ready. She'd made her way back into the mob of sweaty, dancing bodies and was moving to the sound of the music between two young islanders Jomo knew well.
He watched for a few minutes then headed home. Barbara's mind went blank and the next thing she could remember was waking up on the floor of her hotel room wrapped in a towel. All she knew was that what little clothes she'd had on were gone and her head hurt like hell. Slowly she sat up and looked at the clock shocked to see that it was already after noon.
"Oh shit," she blurted out when the thought of her husband popped up.
Her eyes went to the bed and with relief she saw that Dean was literally in the same spot she'd left the night before. She stood up slowly and gingerly made her way to the bathroom. Her whole body ached and she felt like she'd been in a car accident. Knowing she had to get it together before her husband woke she ran herself a hot bath and settled down in it.
Thinking back to the day before she tried to remember as much as she could but only parts of it came back to her.
Of course she remembered the beach and partying with her husband and Jomo.
She remembered the sex and drugs and leaving with Jomo to get more. She remembered Pops, the party and the dancing. But that's when things started to get hazy. From then on only tiny pieces came back to her and she certainly had no idea how she got home or what happened to her bikini. Finally she decided to stop trying knowing she probably didn't want to know anyway. By the time she'd finished and gotten dressed her husband was finally awake.
"I can't believe I slept that much. I'm going to call for some room service, I'm starving," he said as noticed his wife walking out of the bathroom.
She walked up to him smiling and gave him a kiss then said, "Sounds good, I'll order it while you jump in the shower."
She felt like shit but didn't want Dean to know for fear he might start asking questions. They had lunch then went down to the bar so Dean could get a beer.
Of course, the minute they sat down Jomo was there. He greeted them with a smile and Barbara thought she might lose it. Thankfully he and Dean got into a conversation and she had time to gather herself. Dean ordered a beer then Jomo went back to work serving drinks to the tourists. After a few minutes Dean excused himself and stood to use the restroom. Jomo watched him leave the bar then walked over to Barbara smiling.
She put her head in her hands then said, "I'm so embarrassed, I can't believe I did those things. I have no idea what got into me"
"Looked to me like you were having fun."
"Oh I won't deny that, it's just not like me to behave that way. By the way, I have no idea how I got home. Please tell me you took me."
Jomo shook his head smiling, "Baby, when I left you were still getting after it."
"Getting after what?...no...no...no... never mind....I don't want to know," she said throwing her hands in the air.
Jomo knew she'd hooked up with a friend of his but could tell she was already feeling guilty, "Listen, don't be too hard on yourself. You're not the first white woman to lose her inhibitions around here."
She shook her head then looked up at him and said, "Thanks, but that doesn't help much. I'm not sure what hurts worse my ego or my head."
"Well I can't help the ego but I can probably make your head feel a little better."
After quickly mixing up a drink he slid it to her just as Dean came back. She crinkled her nose as she took a sip of the strong beverage. They sat there for awhile drinking and talking. Dean had polished off 4 beers by the time Barbara finished hers, but she had to admit she did feel a bit better.
As they got up to leave Dean reached out and shook Jomo's hand as he said, "I didn't get a chance to thank you for yesterday. Had a great time, sorry I passed out so early."
Jomo smiled as he said, "No problem bro, I was happy to do it."
Barbara smiled and waved bye to him as her husband paid for the drinks leaving a massive tip. Jomo watched them walk away then grabbed the money.
He laughed then leaned over to the other bartender and said, "That guy has no idea.... he just tipped me for fucking his wife."
The next couple of days were mellow as they just relaxed around the resort. Barbara needed the time to recover and finally by the third day she felt normal. It was their last day on the island and Dean booked a fishing trip. He'd left early so Barbara slept in a bit and didn't get out to the beach until about noon.
It was a slow day on the beach with only a few other people around. She stripped down to her bikini then surprised herself by taking off the top. She thought she'd get a tan on her breasts to surprise Dean. After oiling up her skin she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.
Just before drifting off she heard a voice with a heavy island accent say, "What's a pretty woman like you doing all alone?"
She opened her eyes and was greeted by the easily recognizable sight of Pops standing over her. He wore nothing but a swimsuit and his big belly hung out over the front. With his long grey dreadlocks and shaggy beard he looked like some vagrant living on the street.
She'd forgotten how big he was and for some reason, despite his appearance, she found herself attracted to him. Probably had something to do with that big piece of meat in his shorts and how he used it, she thought.
She smiled and said, "Hey you, what are you up to today."
He ran his eyes up and down her body as he replied, "I ain't doing shit now baby, I almost forgot how fucking fine you are."
She laughed then said, "Where are your friends? It looked like you had your hands full the other night."
"Gone....left yesterday," he said as he sat down next to her in the sand.
She smiled then said mockingly, "Oh, you must be so disappointed."
He laughed then said, "They'll be back, always are. Besides, this island's full of white bitches.... always wanting to party."
"That's starting to become pretty clear to me."
They sat there and talked for some time then Pops put his big hand on her thigh and said, "Listen baby, I want to smoke a little but these assholes around here get upset if you do it around the resort. How about taking a walk down the beach with me?"
She paused looking at his big, black hand running up and down her tan thigh then said, "Actually that sounds good, but only if you're willing to share."
"Always willing to share with a sexy bitch like you."
Barbara had come to realize that the island men used the word “bitch” like it was girl or woman. A week ago she'd have been insulted but now it didn't even faze her. She stood up and grabbed her things not bothering to put her top on; something she never would have done before this trip. A lot certainly had changed.
As they started to stroll down the beach Barbara said, "I think I've had enough sun for the day, let's just go back to your place."
"Even better baby," he said with a big smile on his face.
Fifteen minutes later she sat on the edge of his bed taking a hit from a small pipe. She just took a little hit not wanting to get out of control again. She handed the pipe back to Pops and watched as he took a couple big puffs.
He'd offered her a drink but she refused then they sat there for a few minutes quietly as the weed went to work. Barbara felt amazing and didn't fight him as he pushed her back onto the bed. They both knew what was going to happen with Barbara probably wanting it more than him.
Ever since that night with Jomo she'd been so damn horny she didn't know what to do with herself and sex with her husband did nothing to help it.
He untied and peeled away her bikini bottoms then slowly licked his way up her inner thigh until his tongue rested on her already wet vagina. Barbara moaned as she dug her hands into his long, grey dreads and pulled his head into her.
It didn't take her long to realize Pops was as good with his mouth as he was with his cock. He licked her through a couple of orgasms then slid up her body stopping briefly to lick and suck her breasts. Heather spread her legs wide to accommodate his large body then wrapped her arms around his back when she felt him enter her.
The sex was amazing and they went at it for the next several hours only stopping briefly after Pops came. They'd take a hit from the pipe then Barbara would work her way down his body to lick and suck his cock and balls until he was hard again. She'd forgotten how good sex was on marijuana. Pops, finally satiated, after his third orgasm had drifted off to sleep and Barbara quietly stood to leave.
It was now late afternoon and Dean's boat would be back in a couple hours.
As Barbara made her way back down the beach she knew she should feel guilty but for some reason she didn't. As much as she loved her husband everything that had happened on this island just felt right. The sex was without a doubt the best of her life; how could she regret that? As much as she loved her husband and enjoyed the sex with him she knew that she would no longer be satisfied with just him. An idea formed in her head as she slid down his body until his penis was in her face.
She looked up at him with her pretty eyes then said, "Honey, I have a favor to ask you."
Dean's penis was rock hard and he couldn't wait to feel his wife's warm mouth on it, "Anything honey, what is it."
"My sister's birthday is in a couple months and I'd like to bring her here. I don't get to spend much time with her and its so relaxing; I think she'd love it."
He thought about it for a few seconds as she stroked him then answered, "Sure, I don't see why not. Remind me and I'll book you guys a room when we check out in the morning."
"Thanks honey, I think I may want to come back a lot," she said with a big smile just before engulfing his penis.
He moaned as he watched his pretty wife suck him then said, "Sure honey...I don't see why you can't get away more often; it'd be good for you. Hell, maybe I'll even buy you a place."