It has been two weeks since I've seen my husband. Lou's been working at his law firm's office in the Grand Cayman and has made arrangements for me to join him for his last weekend there.
Relaxing in the back seat of the limo; I was staring out the window at aqua blue waters of the Caribbean, deep in my thoughts,
what's it going to be like today? How will he do me? What taboo will he make me break? Where in my own passion will he take me?
I feel excited; I always do before seeing Lou. I think to myself;
He must have planned for days.
Every time I see him, it's like getting on a ride, a wild, unhindered, crazy and sometimes scary sexual ride. I smile to myself, because my cunt's already wet and no matter how scary or anxious it gets, I can't stay away from him. As far as sex goes I trust Lou more than any man; past, present and most probably future. Lou's become my guide, my guide to the deepest recesses of my own lust. He has become sex to me. He is my most overwhelming passion. I feel my cell vibrates, a chill runs through my body, he's ready for me. I get the suite number, I wanted to ask the driver to drive a little faster, Lou's waiting and wanting...wanting what he always wants . . . me.
I arrive at the Ritz Carlton, like so many times before at other hotels, ready to fuck my husband, ready to ride that ride, ready for him. Lou meets me at the door, I kiss him wet and passionately. Lou touches me, my body—my tits—my ass and my hairless cunt under papaya color sun dress with open back. Not to his surprise I'm already wet, I'm already wanting, I'm already anticipating, craving him, his body, craving his tongue and hard cock.
Lou leads me from Foyer, through the Living Room to the Master Bedroom, all the time kissing me, touching me, ravishing me with his mouth and tongue. He throws me down on the bed, down on my back, he whispers in my ear "Hold on gorgeous, I've got some surprises for you."
Lou undresses me, slow and deliberately; the hundred percent silk material of my Indah Tahani Wave dress caressing me as he slides the spaghetti straps off my shoulders. My dark pink nipples harden as they meet the cool air of the suite. Lou eased off my thong panties slowly down over my heart shape ass, over my thighs and down past my ankles. His face passes so close, so very close to my cunt, that he can feel the heat from my deep, wet hole. Lou lean over and gently, tenderly kiss the wet, warm, throbbing cunt of mine.
"Mmm..." Sighing, my body trembles. I lie there now naked and vulnerable. I see myself in the ceiling mirror and think,
today... whatever he wants.
Lou reaches toward the night table and produces a hand full of silk scarves. Carefully he takes my hands and starts to tie them to the bedpost. I let him tie me up, I always let him do whatever he desires.
As Lou gently ties each wrist, all I can think about is—I want some cock, I want some hard cock now. Throbbing in my mouth, slamming over and over again into my wanting cunt or easing into my tight pink asshole, I don't care, but I want it, I need it, I need a hard cock.
While Lou ties me up, I can see his cock through his pant—hard—rock hard. I want to touch it—kiss it—caress it—swallow it whole—feel it inside of me; he continues to tie me up, occasionally touching me, touching my wet, throbbing, anxious cunt. He never sticks his fingers inside, always leaving me in need of the penetration I crave. It wouldn't be so bad if I could not see his cock though his pants; couldn't see how hard he was, couldn't see a cock craving for my cunt, craving to be in me and only me.
When Lou finishes tying me up, he stands back, and look at me; he circle the bed looking at me. Lou takes off his shirt; I notice his working out at the gym, swimming and play lacrosse is keeping him in shape. In fact his chest looks bigger, harder and shapelier. His arms look strong and big; his shoulders wide and hard. I do love a toned man not muscled-bound but toned. I want to reach out and touch his body, but I can't, I'm tied up—helpless.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Lou smiles at me—a smile full of mischief—a bad boy smile. He reaches into his 'special' bag lying by the side of the bed. He takes out a CD, walks over to entertainment armoire, placing it in the player and pressed play. I hear the unmistakable drum beat of island dance music. The drums go right through me—filling me—caressing me—making me dizzy with passion.
Lou returned to his 'special' bag and slowly pulls out a bottle of wild cherry lubricating jelly that we love so much. How many times has he smeared that cool jelly on my cunt and asshole? How many times has he smeared it on his hard cock and fucked me for hours? How many times have I tasted it as he fucked me mouth?
Lou lays the bottle across my stomach. I shudder a bit at the coldness of the bottle. Lou reaches into the 'special' bag again and slowly pulls out that big chocolate-brown...'Black Bart', that's what I called it, this awesome larger-than-life twelve inch long dong, two and halve inch thick shaft with the fat fleshy helmet tip, raised veins and shaven balls; I look at it and can't take my eyes off of it. It looks bigger than ever before. I flash back on how it felt inside of me; filling me while Lou filled my mouth with his cock. His hard cock of skin and muscle; moving in and out of my mouth—fucking my mouth—fucking my throat—fucking my entire head. All the time sliding the 'Black Bart' in and out of my wanting cunt.
Damn that was good,
I almost came as Lou laid 'Black Bart' on my stomach, like a surgeon preparing his instrument table.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Lou leaves the Master Bedroom to go answer it. I am a bit worried.
Who can it be?
I hear a voice—a woman's voice with the island accent. "Hello there good-looking"
"Hey baby..." Lou seems to know her, still I'm worried. "We're in bedroom," inviting her in—now I'm more worried.
Why I'm tied up? Who is this person? Why did Lou let her in?
I see her for the first time—a black woman—a beautiful black woman with a muscular build and an exquisite face. She enters the bedroom and looks at me, at my body— tied up and helpless. The first thing I notice is her skin color, it's beautiful and so smooth and unblemished; it reminds me of melted milk chocolate pouring out of a hot cauldron. I look over her body; she's taller than me, around five seven, her legs long and shapely. She's wearing a pair of 'Daisy Duke' shorts and a white tank top tee shirt. I scan her legs from her ankle bracelet, up to her full athletic calves. I followed the curve of her thighs, all the way to the roundness of her hips. I tried not to look at her crotch, but I did. I'm surprised to find that I was licking my lips in anticipation. Her stomach is flat, not muscular, but rippled just enough to be sexy, but it's her tits that hold my attention. They're not huge, but they are large, large and perfect. Round and full, they stretch the fabric of her simple white tank top. I wonder how old is she?
Who is this woman with the runners' legs and the tits of a seventeen year old?
She smiles at me and I notice her rich full lips and straight white teeth on a face dominated by two large, soulful almond shaped brown eyes. She is in a word...striking.
I start to say something, but she places one finger to my mouth and goes, "Shh..." Her lips puckered as she shh's me, she leans her face over mine, removes her finger from my mouth and I feel her warm breath on my face right before she kisses me. A shot of electricity runs through my body, I feel her lips sweet, full and soft against mine. As she kisses me, I feel the soft round curls of her shoulder length hair on my cheeks—it turns me on. She whispers in my ear in a low husk, island accent voice, "You promise not to move pretty lady." With one nod of my head, I surrender to her.
She opens the bottle of wild cherry lubricant and dabs some on her fingers. Placing the bottle to the side, she runs her finger across my parted lips. I taste the cherry, it reminds me of Lou. Then placing her entire finger in her mouth, slowly and erotically she sucks it clean. She reaches toward my stomach again and picks up the huge 'Black Bart.' She strokes it once or twice and then holding it by the end glides it up across my torso, from my freshly waxed pubic area to my sensitive tits. I want to tell her how much I crave cock. Tell her about how much cock I've had and how much more I want, but I don't. Then with a sly wink to me, she places it aside.
She reaches up to my hands and unties them. I had almost forgotten I was tied up at all. I notice Lou's puzzled expression across the room. The woman looks at him and playfully sticks her tongue out at him. I notice how long and thick her tongue is;