Susan suddenly felt a sense of panic.
She was not sure if it was just sadness at the sudden departure of Robert, her much younger Black lover, or a realization that her special time in Barbados was very limited and she needed sexual release, badly. She thought back to her days in high school when the sex-ed teacher - a most mature woman had told the girls that one of the keys to a wonderful marriage and sexual satisfaction was communication and how you must share with your partner what excites you and pleases you, and he should do the same. Her husband Mark had been a total disappointment in bed and she had learned more about how to pleasure a man in the past week than in her five years of marriage.
Robert had taught her, coached, and encouraged her and now she loved the feel, the taste, and even the release of his flood of cum in her mouth, all the while being praised by him for being 'such a good girl!' good heavens and he was only 20 and a Black man at that! But there was no one around. None of the men with whom she had slept was available, and despite her former dismissals of Roxy's claims about Black men, she now was a total convert to Black cock! And she hadn't seen Roxy for days,..and missed her company and conversations.
This was a completely new experience for her as in the years married to Mark she had never ever experienced the level of sexual excitement and raw passion that her new lovers exhibited. She had been seduced just hours after arriving in Barbados by a much younger man. A Black man! A hung Black man who had driven her to multiple orgasms for the first time in her life! He was nothing like her husband at home who tended to prematurely ejaculate [for her, not him]. Then he could never get it up again, so more often than not she lay frustrated in their bed. Thus she concluded that sex with Mark was just ok, that was the hand she was dealt with and she ceased to fret, so she resorted to regular masturbation. Susan smiled and nodded when her girlfriends described how much they loved sex but truth be told she was jealous of all of them who were, in her estimation, in a 'normal' marriage.
She loved Mark, but there was a sadness to their intimacy, and now she doubted that strange word 'love'.
And then there was Roxy, her best friend who had divorced and had multiple Black lovers and who never stopped talking about her great sex life. Susan had been living a lie and she was finally admitting it to herself. She loved being the object of sexual attraction by black men, she loved flirting, and she missed their banter and suggestive way about them.
Robert had been summoned to Jamaica on urgent family business almost in the middle of a serious fucking he was giving the appreciative Susan. She loved being taught by him, coached by him to demand using trashy languages such as fuck, cunt, and cock like never before in her entire life. What would her father think of her using such filthy language if he was the proverbial 'fly on the wall'?
The time now dragged on her hands. She was tempted to just put on her white bikini, step quickly through a cold shower to thicken up her already sensitive, big nipples, and just walk the beach and troll for a young black man she could seduce. She needed cock. But common sense prevailed and she got the vibrator the photographer Seydou gave her and she masturbated yet again.
After Robert left two nights before she and Roxy had tried the bar scene at checkboard, also known as the Black and White Club for obvious reasons at the nearby resort, and then "Rox" had left with two handsome Black guys obviously headed for a night of sexual debauchery, She wanted Susan to go too but Susan was determined to stay with Dom. She was fond of Dom as he had cum in her mouth when she knelt on the plush white carpet while Robert had fucked her 'doggy style' in the wild celebration following the opening of the checkboard club.
It was her first-ever threesome, and it was unbelievable.
Both men, each other's best friends, shared everything, and Susan was amused, and more than a little proud to think that included her. Just thinking about how the evening ended with both Black men pleasuring her with such enthusiasm made her nipples stiffen, the nubs extended a full half-inch, and her clit pulse and pussy dampened with anticipation. The next time could not come too soon for her. After all, these two deliciously handsome, wealthy, and terribly sexy Black entrepreneurs from successful families could have any woman they wanted and they wanted her!
She had come to the realization, finally, that sex and love were not mutually exclusive, and she was relieved that her husband must have been fine with her, a white wife, fucking Black men, as he had made no particular comment after Roxy sent his a video of her with Robert that first night! She had convinced herself, that it was fine with her husband for her to experiment with other men, especially Black men who were far more skilled in making her orgasm repeatedly, a skill never mastered by Mark.
But Dom was distracted by the myriad of responsibilities he carried as manager of the resort and after a night of building her sexual arousal to almost an unbelievable fever pitch, he could not take the time to bring her home to her rented beach cottage. She left in frustration, walking herself down the laneway at midnight watching as Black women and girls worked the bushes offering themselves to horny tourists. Lots of catcalls were directed her way but she was not about to just pick up anyone. She was not a whore like that, heavens, she was a married woman!
Susan hadn't seen Rox since although they texted often. The texts from Rox described her multiple orgasms and how both men were disappointed the 'busty blond bombshell' as they described Susan, did not join them...
That news did not help to diffuse the longing for a thick cock probing her pussy and the feeling of a horny black man filling her soaking wet cunt with his copious amounts of baby seed. Susan now fully regretted not going with Roxy and her many male friends.
Now it was Sunday and Susan roused herself. She sat in the corner fold-down seat in the shower and lowered the shower head aiming it directly at her throbbing pussy, soaping the luscious outer lips, and masturbated thinking of a big black heavily veined erect black cock.
She blushed at the thought. She had changed from all the attention sent her way.
In the shower, she took her time soaping herself all over and remembered fondly
washing Robert's cock in that same shower and especially her bright red fingernails circling his huge cockhead after it popped free of his foreskin. he loved it when she took her time to fondle his genitals and especially the sensitive skin around and just behind the mushroom head, She reveled in doing whatever he wanted - a skilled lover for a man barely 20! All the while he teased her clitoris, talked to her about how gorgeous she was, and stroked her pussy with sweeping strokes up and down, up and down probing the button which drove her crazy with lust while alternately caressing the rosebud of her anal ring, a special place that only he had kissed and inserted his tongue earlier. She smiled at the thought - perhaps she would not share that particular thrill with her husband.
After a robust shower and half-drying her wet mane of blonde hair which now curled over her shoulders and down her back, she heard a familiar sound for a Sunday morning as the church bells pealed their welcome to parishioners to come to worship. Perhaps she would see someone she knew at church? Wolfing down a croissant and gulping a quick coffee she slipped on a white thong and a long white tee shirt with narrow spaghetti straps which would have to do as a dress for church. She didn't have anything else.
She was proud of her full firm breasts which showed no sag and her girlfriends admired them constantly. but her bras were all in the laundry hamper.
"Oh well", she mused out loud "no one is going to worry about a little thing like her not wearing a bra." And she hurriedly stroked her lovely lips with a thick layer of bright red lipstick to match her long fake finger and toenails. Flip-flops were all she could find and then she ran out the door.
A short lineup at the church door afforded her the time to catch her breath, and the sun had helped start to dry her hair as it cascaded down her back. at 11 am the sun was at her back as she entered the huge stone entrance of the 300-year-old place of worship. The visiting Bishop Erasmus looked up as she approached, and with the sun shining behind her she was to his sight line virtually naked beneath the thin silky material of the long white shirt. Realizing too late that she was on display she blushed and she felt her sensitive nipples thicken and her crotch dampen as he offered his hand in welcome.
