Dear Readers,
It has been a while and now I'm back with a new treat for you.
I appreciate informative comments and I am truly interested in the comments of my female readers' likes, dislikes, and advice. If you are a female fan of interracial relationships or casual sex and you are married, I would love to hear from you!
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Susan's long flight to Barbados with her best friend Roxy seemed endless.
The trip had been years in the making. Years of chatting about getting away without their husbands, rumors of parties on the beach, and about finding out whether the reports they heard about black lovers were true, and of course, doubts that they would ever carry through with their girl-talk at least in her mind! However, she wasn't so sure about Roxy, who was newly divorced and presumably free to do as she pleased. Susan had just wound up her employment with her father's firm and was taking a break to consider her future options. A holiday in the sun would be a blissful escape.
Thankfully, Roxy had taken care of all the travel details, including their pick-up at the airport and ground transportation to their rental house on the beach.
Susan was already experiencing a sense of relief to be away. It seemed that whenever her husband Mark was home all he was interested in was his work and watching sports on TV. He had recently added a second TV in his upstairs office and when he was home spent most of his time there. Their lifestyle had become stilted and to her, empty and perhaps even sad. Perhaps the most disappointing aspect of their marriage was when they had sex it was unsatisfying for her, as most times just as she felt her arousal building to climax Mark would prematurely ejaculate and she would be left very frustrated, and then she would masturbate when he drifted off to sleep.
She had not shared these details with anyone, even her lifelong best friend, Roxy.
She didn't want Roxy to know that the subject of her sexual fantasy was being in bed with a black man, and that brought her to a fulfilling orgasm every single time.
Susan was quiet while Roxy was chatting away about the great beach house they had rented and the perfect weather, and always men, men, and more men. Susan smiled at her friend. Neither woman would have the slightest problem attracting attention from the male species, she thought, but she was unlikely to participate, after all, she was married, and it wouldn't be right to cheat on her husband. She was brought up to think that way. And yet her thoughts had returned to a lover who would satisfy her, a black man!
What would it be like? Her bedtime fantasies had crept into her daily routine, and even in the office, she had enjoyed the attention of a few handsome black, younger men. The more adventuresome of the men would ogle her and flirt with her, but that is where it ended as she was the boss's daughter and they didn't want to risk losing their jobs. She remembered one time she overheard one of the black men call her a cockteaser behind her back.
But she didn't tell Roxy any of those secrets. She knew if she did she would never hear the end of it! Still, the thoughts and fantasies remained deeply embedded in her brain.
Upon their arrival, Susan noticed immediately that the porters and baggage handlers were almost all black men who openly stared at her chest and seemingly devoured her body with lustful eyes without even attempting to hide their interest, approval, and probably, she thought their arousal. She made sure to emphasize her bust seemingly innocently. To her, men were all alike. She had experienced it when she was fifteen and her breasts were already full and firm. Her mother had helped her through that awkward period, and before long was encouraging her to be more confident and take control. And by the time she was eighteen she liked teasing, flirting, and dressing provocatively, like most of her classmates.
They were both relieved when they passed through immigration and spotted their driver holding up a sign with 'Roxy' on it. They both smiled and waved at the handsome older black driver who could not have been more kind and helpful,
Everything was the opposite of what they had left behind. The weather was brilliant and hot and not the snow and cold being the obvious change. They were white women seemingly alone in a sea of black, smiling happy people, and at the airport, there were mostly black men. Then driving on the other side of the road, everything, it seemed, was the opposite of her normal life experiences.
She and Roxy helped unload their baggage at their vacation rental and Susan walked out and around the side of the house onto the beach while Roxy jumped back in the cab and went with the driver to find the owner of the cottage to obtain the key. The effect of the sudden heat and the free drinks on the plane was taking effect so she was pleased when a husky handsome local lad offered to help with their pile of baggage. He was a great deal younger than her and if he was aware of her obvious physical attributes he was smart enough to be polite and keep to eye contact only.
He had never seen such a gorgeous woman in his life.
She was slim but incredibly busty, with long blond hair, and was wearing a colorful summer smock that emphasized her big breasts. small waist and shapely legs. They secured the bags inside the screened-in porch out of the direct sunlight.
He was most thoughtful and chatted freely with her and she wondered if she should tip him, she reached out and affectionately touched his bare arm expressing her thanks and appreciation for his kindness.
He slipped his arm around her waist and leaned in to kiss her gently on the cheek.
She was shocked by his immediate intimacy but thought it unwise to act like a prude, and it was just a small gesture so she just smiled.
His head hadn't moved from her cheek, his muscular chest now nudged against her breasts and she was suddenly aware of the thin silky material of her dress and her thickening nipples in her lacy bra.
Heavens why was that happening?
Her left hand was on his shoulder. God, he could not be more than twenty, she thought, but he was supremely confident and mature. Smiling widely, his immaculate white teeth standing out in stark contrast to his deep dark black skin. His voice was seductive, relaxing, and quiet. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, It felt amazing.
Her arousal was obvious. She felt her juices starting. This was wrong, it could not be happening. She shivered in the heat. She was also very aware that she was totally alone in a strange place, in a strange country but suddenly did not want him to be offended and leave her.
She told him she was married and then she showed him her wedding rings sparkling in the sunshine.
He turned so he was facing her and took her left hand in his.
"Very beautiful my lady, like you are, very beautiful."
With that, he took her hand, held it very firmly in his, and kissed her wedding ring finger, his mouth opening to envelop the soft fingers in his mouth, sucking gently, his left arm now holding her firmly against his strong body.
"Your husband is a very lucky man."
She stared at his big lips and mouth trailing kisses all over her hand, licking and sucking at her rings in a respectful and worshipful way. His left hand was now tracing along the edges of her bra strap on her back, how did that happen, what would she do if he cupped her full breast and found her nipples were aroused and thickened?
She wanted him to do so. She wanted him. But she was married.
She couldn't just jump into bed with another man.
And a black man at that.
What would her loving husband say?
What would her father think of her lust for a black man?
And just a few hours earlier had woken up beside her husband.
What would Mark think?
But that couldn't relieve her of the here and now.
God, Susan thought, this young Black adonis was turning her on more in five minutes than her husband had in years. Before they left home their friends had kidded both women about big black cock, about how easy it was in the Caribbean to meet men who wanted sex with white women, and other pure nonsense, or so she thought at the time.
And here she was with a young black man who seemingly would not require much in the way of encouragement to take her here and now, perhaps right on the beach!
Her heart was pounding.
She loved her husband. She had never strayed.
Mark was a good man and they had a stable marriage, with no children by choice.
She knew he loved her, wishing her a wonderful trip and he even put a small gift into her carry-on bag.
"Have a great trip, have fun and be a good girl."
What else would he say? He knew she was a special, very sexy woman who would attract stares whenever they went out. She smiled and kissed him goodbye.
Of course, she would be good. Susan was always a good girl.
