Page 24 of His Wife

“So,” cooed Sally, “where are you taking me?” She bit the side of her lip, hoping he wouldn't notice her excitement.

“Well. I figure we'll start small. We'll start light and later transform into real night owls.” He glanced at her. She smiled. For a brief moment he rested a hand on her thigh. “Trust me, we're going to have a lot of fun.”

They drove for a while in silence. Soon the car slowed to halt, and they both exited the vehicle. Sally looked around to see pristine green lawns stately palm trees and a large, white building in the distance.

“Where are we?” Sally asked.

“We're still a little way off, but follow me.” After a bit of walking, Desmond declared that they had arrived. “This place is called Devon House. It's a nice little spot that tourists love to explore. It also has the best ice cream you've ever tasted. I figured we could grab a bite to eat as well.”

Sally looked at the royal outline of the establishment ahead and the well-kept shrubbery. When they entered the great house a formally dressed woman greeted them, smiling. “Would you like a tour of Devon House?” she asked. As they followed her through the grand house, the home of Jamaica’s first black millionaire, Sally was awestruck. Afterwards, over a delicious dinner of ackee and salt-fish, fried plantain and steamed cabbage they sipped wine and chatted about their families, homes and lives thus far; both fascinated by their differences. When they finished eating, Desmond suggested ice cream and a walk.

Sally didn't know what to think. She knew this wasn't supposed to be a date, but the atmosphere was just so inviting that she felt drawn to Desmond. She leaned against him as he put his arm around her in a way that said she was his woman. Sally didn't even bat an eyelash at the thought. It was somehow okay that his hand lingered around her waist, dangling atop her ass. If he had given it a squeeze in that moment, she would hardly have protested. His charm and wit were quite disarming, and somehow... sexy. His looks didn't work against him either.

They walked and talked and licked their ice cream together. Desmond watched intently as Sally worked her tongue over the frozen dessert. She caught him staring at her lips which caused her to smile. Neither felt awkward as they held hands, preparing to depart.

As it was after ten o'clock, Desmond announced that they were due at their second destination. He warned Sally, however, that their next stop would be far, far more lively. Sally smiled and told him she was ready for anything. Desmond seemed pleased, and they headed to the car.

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The music pounded vigorously inside the infamous Asylum Night Club. Sally had never seen such a lively assortment of individuals in her life. Desmond, who had momentarily disappeared, returned with two bottles of Red Stripe Beer and handed one to her.

“Wow,” she said over the noise, “it's so up-tempo here.”

“Yeah. It's really the typical Jamaica vibes. Let's dance.”

As the music changed, Sally felt Desmond pull her body toward him. She could feel him grinding on her and guiding her hips. He hugged her from behind and she let her body fall back against him. Suddenly a song that Sally knew called “Tempted to Touch” started playing. She turned around and threw her hand around Desmond's neck as he hugged her by the waist. The two stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies rubbed against each other. The erotic feeling between them was electric., and surely they'd have torn off each other’s' clothes had they been alone.

As it was, Desmond led Sally outside, pressed her up against the car and began kissing her hard and fast. She kissed back. His lips were firm and full. Their tongues became more and more aggressive, twisting and turning around each other. She arched her neck, taking it all in. He hoisted her up by her ass so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. They kissed feverishly. She ran her hands across his chest which was so damn firm. Finally, they paused.

“It's too bad we don't have a bedroom nearby,” muttered Sally. Desmond kissed her again, “Everything we need is right here.” He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat and unzipped his pants. His dick flopped out like a massive eel.

Sally swallowed hard. She looked at the massive erection that awaited her and pictured the black meat going up inside her. It was Desmond's voice that awakened her from her trance:

“Do you want it?” His voice was husky.

Sally broke her statue-like state and moved into the vehicle. Her body tingled. “Yes,” she finally said, “I most definitely want it.”

After closing the door, she rolled up her skirt and slid onto Desmond, gently guiding his thickness inside her. She gasped. Holding tightly to her ass Desmond began lifted and placed her on top of him. Her juices began flowing instantly. She’d had fantasies of this kind of encounter before, which made it all the more exciting. Straddling him, Sally bounced up and down with utter joy. She could feel Desmond sucking on her nipples; it thrilled her. With the windows rolled up, the two panted to their hearts' content. His body was rock hard, while hers was soft and tender; and, they welcomed each other’s' feel. Sally continued riding him, lost in the pinnacle of ecstasy. His hands were busy, expertly exploring her body; caressing her buttocks, her hips, her back. She quivered with pleasure. Her mouth moved to his thick, muscular neck, sucking and licking frantically. His skin was warm and salty. Finally, she felt Desmond grip her ass firmly; He was about to cum. She held his head between her breasts and arched her back feeling her own orgasm searing throughout her body as he struggled to ensure that she would take in every last drop of him. His juices shot up into her. When they finished, they stared at each other amid heavy breathing, kissed one more time, and then let their bodies rest there against each other.

Chapter 3

Over the course of the next few weeks, Sally and Desmond were together almost every night. They had grown much closer since their first outing and had gone on several “pleasure trips” as they referred to their encounters. Even so, Sally was hesitant to call what she and Desmond had a relationship. At work they kept things discreet. Sally had found that sex with a “Yardie” such a treat; and she concluded that stamina was just a natural feature in Jamaican men. Her body screamed for him. It was like an addiction. Never before had she relished sex like she did now. But he’d never spoken of a relationship, really. And so – was it pride or fear? Neither had she.

Both she and Desmond had exchanged the keys to their homes so that either one could avail themselves of sex should they feel the need. One night Desmond had come by and pelted her against the kitchen sink, leaving her thoroughly drained and satisfied. But why did she feel this emotional turmoil, she wondered? She had a great job, lived in a beautiful, warm country, and was suddenly experiencing a sex-life more enhanced than she could ever have dreamed of. What more could she ask for?

Desmond continued showing Sally the must-see Jamaican sites as Sally enjoyed such trips. Today they were scheduled to visit the famous Dunn's River falls as well as a place called Dolphin Cove. Desmond had slept over at Sally's apartment the night before, and so they left early the following morning to journey from Kingston to the parish of St. Ann.

They spent the day with a leisurely drive across the country, occasionally stopping to take pictures. The changing landscape really fascinated Sally. She found the island culture to be profuse, bountiful, and charming. The people she met treated her courteously, especially the man she was riding with.

“Hey,” Sally announced, “could you pull over to the side of the road?”

“Sure,” Desmond replied. He pulled over and parked the car. “What's up?”

Desmond watched as a playful smile formed on Sally's lips. He watched as she inched forward sexily and began unzipping his pants. He liked where this was going. Sally slowly pulled out Desmond's penis and began stroking it until it was full length. She licked her lips and in one go began sucking on his manhood. Slightly caught off guard, Desmond relaxed and let Sally continue to swallow him; her mouth felt amazing. He bundled her wild hair in his hands, and began guiding her head.

The sound of Sally slurping filled the vehicle. Her head moved sensually up and down like she was kissing a French lover. In truth, she was in love with his cock. She tried to deep-throat him but he was much too large. Considering how well Desmond treated her, she had no trouble returning the favor. Having performed the job well, Sally felt as Desmond's hot liquids sprayed inside her mouth. When she lifted her head, she noticed Desmond staring at her with bated breath and puppy-dog eyes, very much pleased with her performance.

“You're welcome,” she replied to the grateful expression on his face.

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