Blondie gets Black Bred
Our flight landed at Miami International at 11:00 am where we had a planned five hour layover before continuing on to Barbados--a layover planned because I had decided to make our trip a just a wee bit more exciting than the usual Caribbean vacation. I had booked a room for the afternoon at the on-site hotel in the main terminal. As we proceeded down the corridor from our gate, both Blondie, my lovely 32 year-old wife, and I were a bit wobbly from the steady supply of drinks we'd been served in first class by a pair of really fun and attentive flight attendants.
After starting off with Mimosas on the flight up to Atlanta from Mobile, we'd connected to our flight down to Miami where they had suggested switching to a vodka concoction we'd never tried, the Screaming Orgasm, a mixture of vodka, Bailey's Irish Cream and Kahlua. Now, with our balance and stability a bit in question, we exchanged knowing smirks, agreeing that we had consumed too many of those wickedly delicious concoctions between Atlanta and Miami.
Those knowing smirks also came from our amusement at wondering what our flight attendants would have thought if they had known about our plans for our layover--and in view of that, how very appropriate their drink suggestion had been. As we proceeded toward the central terminal area, my sexy little spouse was drawing her usual surreptitious appraisals from other males, those sly, lustful glances which I relished but she ostensibly ignored. Of course if we were in a bar and some nice-looking guy was giving her the eye, she might give me a sideways glance and a sly,
"That cutie over there's checkin' me out--want me to pick him up an' have us a little party?"
We were still being silly when we got to what can only be called a micro-room, typical in size of most short-stay, in-terminal hotels. Everything about the room was small, much smaller than your usual hotel room, but the bed, that took up most of the space, was a queen, providing more than ample room for our needs on this layover.
I called Luis to give him our room number. He said he'd be there in less than an hour. An eager Blondie unpacked her things from our wheeled carry-on bag then jumped in the tiny shower in the teeny bathroom to rinse off and freshen up for her impending adventure.
As I perused the room-service menu, Blondie emerged from the shower, drying off quickly, then sitting on the bed while putting on a black shelf bra that cupped her soft, conical breasts, leaving her pink nipples exposed. Next came a black, stretch-lace garterbelt over which she pulled on a pair of sheer lace, black bikini panties through which her neatly trimmed, dark vee of a bush was invitingly visible.
I called room service and ordered Cuban sandwiches and a bottle of wine, while Blondie pulled on her sheer, black, high-topped hose and fastened them to the eight garters on an expensive, high-fetish garterbelt. Her outfit was completed with a pair of open-heeled, black patent, "come-fuck-me" stilettoes. Even though married more than a decade, this thirty-plus blonde was a ravishing little sexpot even before performing her hair and makeup repairs.
Watching her, I found myself musing at how this had all gotten started several years earlier when I married this lovely, sexually precocious, young Cajun girl in Baton Rouge. If the reader is interested in learning more about that, it is all recounted in my stories,
How Blondie Became a Hotwife
and
Blondie Finally Begins Her Hotwife
Life.
Blondie was standing in the minuscule bathroom putting the finishing touches on her heavy makeup, applying bright red, wet-look lip gloss to her full, luscious lips when our order arrived. The room service waiter was a rather distinguished looking, older, very dark, black man with salt and pepper sprinkled liberally through his tight cap of hair and thin, neatly trimmed moustache. Still tipsy from the drinks on the plane, I decided to have a little extra fun by letting the old guy get an eyeful of Blondie in her lingerie, instructing him to take the tray off the cart and bring it into the room. Looking around the small room at the sparsity of flat surfaces, he muttered, "Where you want me to set dis tray down, suh?" Knowing there was no spare surface space, not even a big enough dresser top, I told him to set it on the countertop in the bathroom, the only place available in the miniature room. He said, "Yessuh," and carried the tray over to the open bathroom door. The stunned look on his face when he stepped into the doorway was priceless.
Having heard my instruction to him, Blondie picked up on what I was doing and went along with the game, momentarily continuing her preparations as if the old guy wasn't even there, brushing her blond hair with her arms raised and her lovely jiggling breasts and pink nipples on full display, nestled enticingly in the shelf bra, her nipples quickly and fully erect, protruding invitingly. He just stood there gawking for a few seconds at this beautiful, nearly-nude, short, sexy, white woman, easily young enough to be his daughter. I stepped into the doorway, hemming him into the tight space, not three steps from my nearly naked wife, who finally smiled at him in the mirror, glanced at his name tag and purred seductively,
"Well hello there, Toussaint--my, aren't you just the handsomest ol'
coquin
(rascal) hmm?"
The old dude recovered his aplomb quickly, saying with a broad, toothy grin,
"Why thank you, missy--you a mighty fine lookin' creature yourself, ma cher."
From his name, which she pronounced
Too-sain
, in the French manner and the "ma cher," a French endearment my little Louisiana belle also used frequently, I gathered he was from one of the Caribbean islands and at least thirty years older than the nearly naked woman standing before him. Taking the room service bill, I said, "It's okay, Toussaint, go ahead and take a good long look at her while I calculate your tip, dude. She
likes
to show it off, don't you, babe?"
Blondie gave him a dazzling smile with that sexy red mouth and perfect white teeth, purring, "Specially when it's a handsome ol' black devil checkin' out my goodies." She put her hairbrush down and turned to face him, murmuring, "I bet you're old as my daddy but you're still a real cutie--wish we were gonna be here longer--I'd give you a lot more 'n just a quick look, honeychile."
Stepping up to him, she grasped the lapels of his crisp white tunic and brushed her lips against his, her tongue flicking across his lips. To his credit, handsome old Toussaint, who'd likely been sexually accosted by more than a few horny white female guests, wasn't intimidated in the least. Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her in for an extended, open-mouthed, tongue swapping kiss. She groaned approvingly, pressing her nakedness up against him. I glanced at my watch, cautioning her,
"Blondie, we don't have time for this. You already have a date, hotpants, or have you forgotten?"
She pulled back, glanced past Toussaint at the door to the hallway and smirked confidently, "What I have in mind won't take but a couple of minutes, babe. How much time do we have?"
I conceded that we could spare a few minutes so she stepped back and sat on the toilet seat, beckoning Toussaint to come to her. Reaching up under his tunic she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his undershorts to his knees. I couldn't see around him but the entire erotic tableau was visible in the mirror, where I watched the reflected image of my cock-crazy Cajun cutie take his long, semi-erect penis in her luscious mouth and initiate what could only be described as an absolutely ferocious blowjob.
With her lovely blond head moving like that of a starving woodpecker, Blondie was moaning, growling and groaning with pent-up lust as she fellated this black room service waiter. It could not have been much more than five minutes since he walked into the room and here we were with my audacious wife already sucking his black dick. He stood before her, legs splayed, leaning back with his hands on his hips, grinning at me in the mirror with that smug satisfaction I'd seen on black men's faces many times before, conveying the definitely racial message:
"Look how much your pretty little white bitch loves her some big ol' black dick, white boy."
And he was entirely right, but then, so was my pretty little white bitch--it didn't take her long, under five minutes, actually, to get him off. With a low growl, Toussaint moaned,
"Yeah, lil' missy, here it come girl, you get it girl, you foxy lil' cocksucker, you take all ol' Toussaint's jizz in dat sexy mouth you hot lil' mutha! Here it come, baby, here it
come! Aaaaagh!
"
She had snatched a hand towel from the counter and was now holding it beneath her chin to catch the semen flowing from her mouth, keeping it from dripping on her nylons and lingerie. As his ejaculations continued, a surprisingly large load from such an old guy, she kept letting it escape around his cock, out over that full, ripe, lower lip and down her chin knowing I loved to see her do it this much more erotic, but also much messier, way, rather than simply swallowing.
A still aroused Blondie pulled back and kept stroking his cock until Toussaint shuddered out his last dribble which she licked away. Smiling up at him as she wiped at her mouth, she teased,
"I'd much rather have gotten all that in my pussy, cher--maybe on another trip,
