To me it was like an erotic sexual altar, offering up my randy white wife to be sacrificed to large black primitive cock. The stage was set, the mood ...as set. Let the debauchery begin.The drums thundered behind me. The Swazis were on the lawn.Lisa grabbed the bottle of wine and lifting it to her lips finished the contents. Wiping her lips with her arm she said “Now let’s make a grand entrance.” We walked out the front door of the cabin, me naked, albeit for the red ribbon bowtie around my neck. Her wide, angelic eyes literally sparkled, as she thanked us both for our efforts on her behalf. She thanked us? Please!After a short recovery period, Rachel crawled over to me and sat up on her haunches. She took my hand, and put me in the same position, facing her. She asked me if I would kiss and lick her abused tits, seeing as how I made them sore with my vicious slapping. She laughed, and arched her back so I could work my tongue magic on them. She took my hands, wrapped them around. . yes ... if I wasn't so nervous" she added.We stepped further into the surf to frolick and play for the next 30 minutes. With our playing we had moved northwards in the surf, so when we came out of the surf we had to walk about 100 metres back to our shade and towels.Hand in hand we walked back past a couple sitting on their towels. They were naked too - she had quite a nice figure with an all-over tan, and he was a little overweight. As we walked past them we turned to say hello, and in doing. Even just having me around in their living space must be really weird for them. Still, sometimes I think they're looking at me in a slightly sexual light, and I find it gratifying, however obvious it is that it's just a self-agrandizing fantasy.Gay though they may be (well, are), I do have ideas. Some are actual fantasies, some are just thoughts, while others are concepts to explore later. I want them to want me watching them, even if they don't touch me. Even if they don't acknowledge me,.