I sat in the back on the passenger side, quietly watching out the window. My husband rode shotgun while he drove. They were both animated in their conversation, arms waving, laughing, almost yelling back and forth, catching up on the past year.
I snuck a peak up between the seats. He was in khaki shorts, mid-thigh. His legs were long and muscular. I smiled to myself as I scanned for a bulge, a jiggle, or even a slip-out. I knew what was in there and this trip I wanted it. One week in sunny Florida, enjoying the sun, beach, and pool as we do every year. But this year, I wanted that big black cock.
I turned back looking out the window again. I was getting moist just thinking back to last year. I had been drying off by the pool, sitting on a lounge. My husband had gone into the house. Lenny, as we called him, pulled himself out of the pool, and went straight for a towel on the lounge next to me. My eyes followed him casually, happily talking, continuing our conversation we'd been having in the pool. He grabbed his towel, dried himself, head to toe, with me still gabbing. Suddenly, without hesitation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he yanked his swimsuit right down his legs and stepped out of it. I think I gasped and I know I went mum on the conversation. He casually picked up his towel and dried his mid-section facing directly at me. I wish I knew if he was watching me but I don't.
Like a deer in the headlights, my eyes were locked on about 10" of swinging flopping black meat four feet in front of me. It seemed semi hard and hung full and beautiful before me. I almost reached out to grab it but somehow resisted the temptation. He finished drying and wrapped the towel around his waist rolling it tight. My reaction still sickens me to this day. I was so flustered and unhinged that I simply got up, and headed into the house, flew to my room, patted the perspiration from blushing face, and laid down. I had panicked at the thought of my husband nearby and just the shock of the moment. Now, after spending the entire year, dreaming of that huge member in my hands, mouth, pussy, I was ready for round two, and this time a little more than just a peak. I wanted some physical contact. I wanted to see it hard. I wanted to make it hard. I wanted to touch it hard. I wanted to feel it inside me, HARD!
On the first day, out by the pool, I wore my bikini intentionally leaving it tied a little loose. Just loose enough for it to slip down exposing the edges of my dark areola. I even let my 36DDs pop out a time or two at moments I was sure he could see. I started to notice him watching me even more than usual. I knew he wanted me too.
When I got out, I slipped on a little semi sheer cover up to wander around in. When he came over to the lounge nearby, I conveniently slipped my bikini top off underneath letting my girls swing free in the Florida sun. My dark nipples were clearly visible. I made sure I bent in front of him several times to add to the tease. I wandered if my husband might say something but he didn't. That fed my curiosity that he and his friend might be planning to share me.
