Vacation

You came down from your room, saw your wife at the edge of one of the resort pools. She was holding the left hand of a tall, muscular black man. A slightly darker woman with brown hair was holding his right hand; all three were naked.

You looked around, saw someone standing off to the side, shuffling from foot to foot nervously. He was nearly naked, like you were, wearing only a pair pink, lace trimmed panties, had the same small bulge, the obvious outline of a chastity cage. Both were all husbands were permitted to wear at the beach front resort in Jamaica. 

You nodded, red faced. "Is...is that your wife?" you asked with some sympathy.

"Yea," he said, "yours?"

"Yea. How...when did you get here?"

"Three days ago. You?"

"Late last night," he said.

"Is this your first...I mean...is he the first guy she..."

"Yea," he said, "I...I didn't think it would happen so quickly."

"I...I know," you said. "Jessica...she...we only got checked in and came down here when one of the guys claimed her. I guess they wait for the new guests."

The resort was called something innocuous, The Beach Resort, but it was known as something different, The Hot Wife Club. It was staffed generally by locals like any resort, but the pool attendants and cabin butlers were all black, all men, all tall, all muscular, all masculine, and all naked. 

And they were not only encouraged, but permitted, even required, to fuck whichever female guests they wanted while the husbands, like the two of us, were required to be in chastity and wear panties the entire time we were here.

There was even a sign at check-in, like one of those safety signs. "It's been 3,345 days since a white man had an orgasm at The Beach Club."

I watched as my wife and his giggled with the pool attendant, watched as he hand a hand on each of their bodies. "Uugh," the husband next to me said.

"Swelling?" I asked with some sympathy.

"A little," he said.

"I'd tell you it gets easier but it doesn't; if anything it's worse as the days go on."

"Has she...you wife..."

"Yea," I said. "Not the first day, we got here late, too. But three times the first day, twice yesterday...we slept in...and now today..."

"Do they...do they take them somewhere?"

"No," I shook my head, "the pool guys just use a cabana." I pointed to the open cabanas around the pool and beach. The butlers will in the rooms, though."

"And we..."

"Wait and serve. You know, bring them drinks, take care of sun tan lotion, all that. Basically, we're the actual pool boys." I saw his eyes go wide, looked back over towards our wives. They were both on their knees, sharing his hard, thick cock, both sucking him eagerly, kissing his cock, kissing. each other.

"I know. Can you imagine?"

"She....she never...I mean..."

"Said she doesn't like it? Same. Guess she likes men like that."

"They...they said they don't use condoms?"

I shook my head. "They're all tested." I saw him look away, nudged him. "We...we're supposed to watch," I said. 

"If they don't slow down he's going to...oh god."

As he said it, the pool attendant shook, exploded in his wife's mouth. They kissed again, his wife and mine, sharing his cum, kissed deeper, swapping back and forth. "How...how long are you here for?" I asked.

"A...a week," he said.

"Maybe I'll see you at the show tonight," I said. 

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