I'm a mid 40's woman going all through all the usual bs of life. Stress at work, the stress of aging relatives, stress from my children, the list goes on. My husband and I have a good sex life. It has had its ups and downs but he has always been interested. Now that the kids are older we have more time to ourselves and things have picked up again. I have never strayed and never seriously thought about it. We all have urges and attractions but I get all I want at home, so why stray?
With all the stress going on in my life, my husband and I agreed that I should have a relaxing vacation on my own. It's decided that I will go to a resort in Jamaica that I have always wanted to go to. Traveling on my own, I have a couple of drinks at the airport and then a couple more on the plane. After landing I hop on the shuttle and grab a couple of beers. I'm sitting in the back of the bus and I'm pretty drunk. There is a group of three young black guys traveling together sitting near me. The one sitting closest to me introduces himself as Sam and starts a conversation with me. He's flirty with me but I'm drunk and he's really hot so I love it. In the conversation, it comes out that I'm traveling by myself and left my husband and kids at home. "Naughty," Sam says.
"Nope. I'm a good girl," I say.
"I bet," he says.
"I'm good at everything," I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
"I plan to find out," Sam says.
"What do you plan to find out?" I ask.
"A lot," he answers, "First off, how good you are with your mouth."
"Is that all guys care about? Getting their dicks sucked?" I ask.
"Black guys love getting their dicks sucked by white women," he replies. "Especially married ones." "Have you ever sucked a black cock?" he asks. I can feel myself turning bright red. I feel like I need to change the subject but I'm drunk and it's making me really horny that this good-looking, muscular, young black guy is talking to me about sucking his cock. Sam picks up on my reaction. "Yes, you have. You are a good girl".
"That was a long time ago," I reply. "Only my husband's for the last 29 years."
"Well, we're going to change that this week," Sam says. I think that I really need to change the subject before this gets further out of hand.
"I can't wait to get to the resort and get to the beach," I say.
"You should put on your bikini now, so you can get right there when we arrive," Sam says.