The sun kissed her hair as she stretched out on the beach lounger, sipping her cocktail with a satisfied smirk. Two weeks in paradise, and you had already lost count of how many Black men had taken her. Not that numbers mattered anymore—you were here to indulge, to support her, to watch her embrace every inch of her desire.
You sat behind her, eyes hidden behind your sunglasses, but she knew you were watching. You lived for this, for seeing her blossom into the insatiable slut she was meant to be. Every night, you knelt at her feet, listening as she breathlessly recounted every encounter—the weight of their bodies, the power of their strokes, the sizes of their cocks, the way they filled her in ways you never could. Sometimes, she made you clean her up afterward, tasting the remnants of her pleasure, making your jerk off yourself, reinforcing your role in your perfect dynamic.
There was Damien, the lifeguard with muscles that glistened under the sun, who had taken her against a cabana wall while you waited outside, trembling with anticipation. Then there was Jamal and his two friends from Atlanta, a group of college basketball players who treated her like their personal plaything for an entire night, stretching her limits in ways she’d only fantasized about. And let’s not forget Anthony, the charming bartender who had her bent over the bar after hours, feeding her more than just tropical drinks.
Then came Darius, the deep-voiced reggae singer from the hotel’s live band, who had her grinding on his lap during a private after-party, his fingers teasing her right in front of you before taking her backstage. Malik, the ex-military trainer she met at the resort gym, pinned her down on the weight bench, making her moan so loud that staff had to ask her to keep it down. And finally, there was Tyrese, the mysterious, tattooed stranger she met on the beach at sunset—he led her into the waves, taking her right there in the water as you watched from the shore, your heart pounding with excitement and jealousy.
You were the perfect husband—booking your oceanfront suite, laying out her tiniest bikinis, and even taking photos of her with her lovers to immortalize your adventure. You were her support, her audience, her devoted cuckold. And when she returned to your bed, still dripping with the evidence of her infidelity, you worshipped her like the queen she was.
Two weeks in paradise. Two weeks of indulgence, pleasure, and submission. And when you returned home, no one would ever know what a filthy little slut she had been.
Well… except for you. And that was exactly how you liked it.