They made it to the hotel room smoothly, their clothes falling on the floor and their lips glued on each other like wild fire. Rob could scarcely believe it as his bride pulled away and proceeded to sexily strip in front of him.
"Oh baby, please stop. You're going to make me cum in my pants." Rob said half jokingly, feeling himself harden instinctively. He was more excited than he had ever felt in his life.
"Go ahead and take off your pants then, big boy." Sherri responded huskily, smoothly pulling her panties off and showing her smoothly shaved pussy.
Rob reluctantly followed his new wife's directions, surprised at her commanding tone. He was hard as a rock, his thin six inch cock leaking pre-cum. His hairy but some what muscular legs looking almost comical in the fading light.
"Well I see that my little one is nice and hard tonight." Sherri whispered hoarsely, squatting down on her knees and absently grabbed grabbing his penis in her hand with a teasing smile.
Rob felt embarrassment color his cheeks as if he should be ashamed of himself for being hard. Not knowing what else to do, he simply stood there as his wife slowly jacked him off. She had this wicked look on her beautiful face that was rather enticing.
"Why don't you cum for me little man." Sherri whispered, her hot breath brushing against his raging cock.
Rob couldn't help himself as he stared at his wife in a new light. As he started to moan loudly in mock protest as he proceeded to cum all over his wife's face. He felt almost humiliated at her referencing his cock as "little man", but it was a nick name he admitted was humorously given and not meant to hurt his feelings. After all six inches was hardly small or at least some of the girlfriends he been with Sherri told him as such.
Afterwards they lay in bed together: Rob blissfully spent, and Sherri wrapped into her own thoughts. She realized something vital happened tonight as she thought back upon the dance floor. One, that she had to avoid Jerome at all costs, for he was a serious threat to her happiness, and two, Rob was lacking in the bed department, being averagely endowed but thin, and unable to use his cock to boot.
Surprise filled her as Rob proceeded to kiss her on the cheek. She was torn between shock and dismay when he rolled over to go to sleep. Rob, she knew, was very unwilling when it came to eating her pussy, but she thought he'd at least be willing to give it a try, given that she just gave him a hand job.
Thoughts of Jerome flooded her mind as she thought about how hard he was against her, and wondered if he stuffed his pants, as she knew a lot of guys did to impress the ladies.
Yet she also remembered how her girlfriends liked to talk about how hung black men were, especially Carrie, one of her closest friends. When she had mentioned how she was going to go to Jamaica for her honeymoon, Carrie laughingly told her to take note of the native men. It was something that Sheri, for her religious upbringing, found rather crude, but told Carrie that she'd keep that it in mind.
Jerome was also a lot more gentlemanly, surprisingly so that she had saved her new husband from drowning. It was the dance that scared her, in a way. Yet at the same time, she couldn't resist the naughty thrill of it. How his coal black flesh rubbed against her body in a tantalizing manner.
How he held her as if they were long lost lovers. It was when he was about to kiss her that she had to pull away for Rob's and her own sake.
Yet she couldn't help but imagine him nude with his large, hard, black body, so much of a contrast when compared to her husbands soft and almost comically soft wimpy body.
Closing her eyes, she pushed these dangerous thoughts away as she drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
"Honey, your you're not supposed to hit the ball so high!" Rob yelled out as he missed the volleyball for what had to be the fifth time in a row. He couldn't believe how off he felt today. and what was more And to make matters worse, a couple of people were watching their exchange and snickering, or at least he imagined they were.
"I don't know man, it just looks like you don't know what the fuck your you're doing." A mean looking African American man hooted loudly, causing his buddies to laugh along with him.
Flushing, he gave them a dark look before hitting the ball in which it bounced ineffectively against the netting. He could feel the flush deepening as several more people joined in the laughter. It was embarrassing to his male ego as he realized that his wife seemed to out perform him when it came to any of the physical stuff.
"Looks to me that like white boys just can't play volleyball. Or at least weak impotent looking white boys like yourself." The mean looking black man continued as if to goad him into a fight. "Wonder if he can even fuck a woman right."
Rob stopped paying attention to what his wife was doing, suddenly angered beyond anything he had ever felt before. So angry, that he didn't notice that his wife hitting the ball again. When he was half way down to confront the black man, the ball hit him on the side of the face causing him to cry out in surprise and fall on hot sand.
Everyone laughed then. Sherri, suddenly filled with concern, ran towards her husband who looked at her with reproach as he got up on his feet.
"Honey, are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Sherri cried, looking at her husband's face with loving concern, ignoring some of the laughing comments that the jerk was leveling at her husband.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Rob muttered, brushing the sand off his ass as the couple proceeded to leave the volleyball court.
"Hey, wait up for a minute!" A very familiar voice called out. They turned around simultaneously to see Jerome running towards them with a half smile on his thick lips. "Glad to find you guys enjoying your vacation so well."
"I'm no athlete, but the weather is great." Rob said, absently rubbing the side of his face that the volleyball had hit.
"Well we all have our strengths." Jerome said, giving him a good natured grin and putting him instantly at ease.
"I guess I should know better than to challenge my wife to a volleyball match." Rob grinned, fighting down the insecurity that threatened to engulf him.
Jerome laughed and said, "I seriously doubt I could beat her myself bro."
All three of them laughed together. Sherri pushed the events that had happened earlier out of her mind, glad that at least her husband could admit that he wasn't every good at sports.
"Would you like to come join us at the beach? We're going to just catch some sun before heading back in for the day." Sherri said.
"Sure, why not." Jerome replied, casually tossing his towel behind him like luggage, unintentionally showing off his rippling muscles. In which Sherri promptly looked away.
The sun was beating down rather heavily and Rob, still feeling the adrenaline pumping in his veins, laid down on the blanket and proceeded to put sun tan lotion on his skin when Sherri's voice rang out.
"Hey Rob, could you put some of this lotion on my back?" Sherri's voice rang out.
"Don't worry, I'll do it for you." Jerome replied, promptly taking the lotion from her and squirting some on his large, dark hands. Rob watched tongue tied as Jerome proceeded to rub the sun tan lotion on Rob's beautiful wife's back. The jealousy started coming back.
"You've got very strong hands." Sherri said breathlessly, feeling horniness begin to take hold despite the fact that her husband was standing less than a foot away, or more likely because of this fact.
"I work out almost every day." Jerome said casually, beginning to massage her her slim, womanly shoulders.
"I can tell." Sherri said nervous laughter in her voice. Against her will, finding she found herself responding in a most pleasing way that she knew her husband wouldn't appreciate.
"Excuse me." Rob broke in, his voice instantly breaking the mood. "If you don't mind, could I take it from here?"
Jerome pulled away reluctantly and proceeded to lay down his towel and catch the sun, although he hardly needed it. He couldn't get past the attraction he felt towards this beautiful, pale skinned beauty, and wondered at the way this woman stirred arousal in him. He knew that she felt an attraction to him, but she was wrapped up into denying it, doubtlessly part of the reason being that she was newly married to Rob. As faithful as she was, she probably wasn't keen on cheating.
Rob awkwardly applied the lotion on his wife's backside, noticing as he did that she wasn't responding in the way that she had responded to Jerome. This bothered him in more ways than one, but he continued to apply it the lotion till he felt that she was significantly sufficiently covered.
"Thank you, sweetie." Sherri said gratefully.
"You're welcome." Rob replied, awkwardly getting up and proceeding to apply the lotion on his own skin that which was already was starting to redden in the sun. Jerome was at ease with the environment his hard ebony skin reflecting the sun rays didn't even bother to ask him if he wanted any.
