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“No problem at all, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” He smiled wide, clearly proud. “I’m actually gonna head back to my room, been out here baking in the sun way too long today. I don’t suppose you two would want to meet for a drink later?”

I looked at Ijeoma, wondering just how much shame she might be feeling right now. I almost felt bad for her, but I realize it ultimately wasn’t a big deal. “Babe? We didn’t have any plans.”

She nodded slowly, coming to her senses but probably not even hearing my question, “Sure.” she said.

“Great, I’ll see you guys at the bar,” Deyemi replied, and quickly walked off.

Ijeoma stood frozen for a moment, seemingly with her mind blown. We looked at each other, saying nothing, and eventually turned to head back to the hotel. We were both silent the entire walk back to our room.

Once we were finally inside Ijeoma began to undress, for a moment I thought she was feeling intensely horny from the big cock sighting, possibly wanting to jump on me to quench her thirst. She walked up to me, kissing me deeply, but then she quickly made a move into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stood there dumbfounded, wanting to hear her thoughts in the afternoon, on the bizarre and arousing encounter at the beach. But the only sound I heard was the shower turning on. Just as I was about to go take a seat on the bed the door re-opened. I saw Ijeoma’s head pop out.

“Babe… Why don’t you head down to the convenience store and buy some condoms? Magnums, please. I’m gonna start getting ready for tonight.” She closed the door behind her again.

My mind exploded, and I stood still for a moment. When her words registered with my brain I rushed to the bathroom door smashing it open. Ijeoma was naked, heavy breasts hanging with one leg on the counter, shaving her legs.

“You’re going to fuck him?” I asked, breathing heavily, panicked, stunned, aroused.

She glanced over at me, calmly. “Of course not silly, but I want to make sure we aren’t being irresponsible in case something stupid happens tonight. I’m not on the pill right now.”

I was confused, lost in a maze of perverted arousal, “I don’t understand. You know I don’t fit into Magnums.” I recalled one of the first times Ijeoma and I made love, me naively thinking I could use one of my roommates’ Magnum condoms. I assumed it would fit fine despite its larger size. However my dick went swimming in it, and it wouldn’t work for sex.

She replied, huskily. “I know you don’t.”

I continued to be at a loss, asking again. “I don’t understand. If you’re not going to fuck him, and I don’t fit into them… Why do we need them?”

She pulled her leg down from the sink, turning to me. She leaned in, kissing me sexily, breasts mashing against my chest. She reached for my trunks, massaging my hardening dick beneath the fabric.

“I just want to have some large condoms on hand, in case.” She kissed me again, this time tantalizingly on my neck.

“In case what?” I managed.

She was toying with me. I hated it, and I loved it. She spoke again, looking at me with sex in her eyes, “Are you going to get them?” was all she said.

In a trance, I nodded.

A couple of hours later my wife and I were headed down to the hotel lobby. Ijeoma looked absolutely divine in a tightly fitted green dress, her hair cascading down to her shoulders. She was glowing with sexual energy. As for myself, I was filled with more nervous energy. I was enamoured with my wife’s condom teasing earlier in the afternoon.

There were a thousand butterflies in my stomach as I wondered where the night might lead us. We had a light meal and headed over to our typical spot at the hotel bar, for whatever reason it was quieter than usual on this particular evening.

We ordered a couple of glasses of wine and sat, simply regarding one another. Few words were spoken. I would graze her ear and fix an earring, and she would rest her hand on my knee, smiling sexily. We would lean in and steal the occasional kiss, and my eyes would linger on her cleavage, lightly glittered from moisturizer. It wasn’t long before he arrived.

Deyemi was wearing a trousers and a tight shirt, he immediately pulled up a chair next to me.

“Evening.” He greeted us with a smile.

“Good evening,” Ijeoma spoke sweetly.

He quickly ordered a drink and made sure to tell the bartender that we were on his tab tonight. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t have it. “It’s the least I can do after the embarrassment I caused on the beach.”

“Nonsense.” I replied, “Serves us right for exploring in places we shouldn’t have.”

The conversation flowed naturally, despite the nude encounter earlier in the day. It wasn’t long before we were all a bit tipsy, and I couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares between Deyemi and my wife. An hour passed and the three of us were laughing and having a good time. Sexual energy was present in the room, and my mind continued to wonder about the possibilities for the end of the evening.

Deyemi received a phone call, and it was apparently his wife. “Yeah, babe.” He replied, and stood from his chair, pacing near the bar in a conversation with her. I leaned in for a kiss with Ijeoma, who smiled back at me with lively eyes.

“Are you having a good time?” I asked, implying more, somehow.

She nodded.

“She wants to talk to you.” Deyemi suddenly reappeared, phone in hand – directed towards Ijeoma.

“Huh?… Me?” My wife awkwardly replied.

“She probably wants to embarrass me. Here, talk to her.” He handed the phone to my wife and took a seat, this time next to her.

My wife’s face began to turn red, “Hi! This is Ijeoma.”

Her answers were all rather short as if she was answering a session of rapid-fire questions from Deyemi’s wife.

“Yeah.” A laugh. “Yeah.” Another laugh. A quiet gasp.

Her voice became rather hushed on occasion. “No.” “Yeah.” “I can’t believe you’re asking me that!” More laughing.

She glanced up at me, “He does, actually.”

I was dying to know what they were talking about. I glanced down to notice my wife adjusting her legs in her chair, her eyes now appeared somehow aroused, and my confusion was at an all-time high.

“I don’t know.” A nod. “Yeah, I know.” “Alright, well – It was really nice to talk to you!”

“I will. Thank you.”

She handed the phone back to Deyemi.

“Well, did she embarrass me?” Deyemi inquired quietly, joking.

Ijeoma was stammering to find the words, “Um… Not exactly. She was actually very complimentary of you.” She took a sip of her drink as she said it.

Deyemi laughed, pulling the phone up to his ear and began pacing again, finishing up his conversation with her.

“What did she say?” I asked my wife in a hushed voice.

“You don’t wanna know.” She replied.

“I do, actually.”

She looked right at me, “She was bragging about him, his endowment. She was trying to encourage us to go back to his room tonight. She was trying to encourage me to cuckold you.”

I nearly dropped my glass, time-freezing, fantasy further creeping into the reality of this vacation – and right when I was about to reply Deyemi sat back down next to Ijeoma.

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