Dear Readers, new, regulars and loyal Followers of my works,
I remembered promising a number of you that I would continue my popular story about Kathy and Tom's holiday to Jamaica.
The story entitled "My Wife's Very Special Holiday" was my initial published work.
50 published works later, that very first one has garnered the highest readership and eventually led to five more chapters, three of which earned the "Hot" approval rating of higher than 4.5 out of 5 stars.
Unintended consequences of publishing my earliest works were finding out that a large percentage of my readers are married white women who are avidly curious, interested, and passionate about relationships with or casual sex with black men.
Also, a consequence was making the acquaintances of Curt B from the U.K. a writer and editor of prodigious talent, and three wonderful happily married white American women who now have become friends and with all of whom I am in regular contact.
Thank you, Julie V, for critiquing that first chapter and suggesting that I write more accurately about interracial desire from a white woman's perspective and not my own narrow male interpretation of the same. Your experience and reference material on the subject has been superb, most helpful, and very erotic to say the least!
Thank you, Suzi, for your guidance on a woman's submissive attractions to most aggressive black men, and for opening my mind on that subject. And finally to Annette who provided me with her eye-opening experiences with multiple black partners with her loving husband's adoring encouragement and support.
As a result, my writings are liberally rooted in fact, as well as doused with carefully phrased fantasies. I leave the challenge to interested readers to decide which is which!
However, I learned the hard way and now have blocked anonymous comments.
If you do not enjoy reading about the growing interracial scene please close up and leave now, no need to leave an unwelcome comment. TV advertising, music videos, magazines, websites, and virtually all media reflect that this lifestyle is obviously of interest to white wives, their daughters, and thousands of teenage students. Porn sites with well hung black men ravishing willing white wives and younger women and girls are the hottest on the net and growing in popularity every hour.
I am happy to receive constructive criticism or praise especially from my female readers which I appreciate very much.
If you are a first-time reader of my works I encourage you to enjoy Chapters 1 through 6 of 'My Wife's Very Special Holiday' and thus you will enjoy this piece more with the very detailed back story in mind.
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Is this "The End"?
That will depend.
Enjoy.
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Monique Seaforth smiled at the tall, dark, and handsome Senior Concierge at the Private Club Area of one of the First Class Lounges in London's Heathrow Airport. She was a welcomed member, a frequent first-class flyer and she enjoyed being treated with Georges's special attention, which he delivered with respect and panache.
Georges was always impeccably dressed and with his almost fawning attention and fussing over her made she originally suspect he might be gay. Straight men were usually not as observant, in her humble opinion. However, as they got to know each other over the year or so she had frequented the lounge, she realized that he was anything but gay, as she often caught him admiring her full firm breasts when he thought she was not aware of his interest.
Monique found his French, cultured accent very attractive, perhaps even erotic and seductive for a young American woman who was schooled in an education system that proclaimed that her country was the best in absolutely everything.
She was fascinated to be exposed to other cultures and especially the sophistication of European men.
As for Georges, it was not often he enjoyed the attentions of such an astonishingly beautiful American woman. Most of the privileged white women who used the members' lounge acted as if they were entitled and swept past him as if he was a lowly clerk. Not Monique.
In appreciation for her friendship, he would do anything for her.
She teased him about his title 'Senior' and he commented that he had earned the privilege of looking after special clients, while his two beautiful cultured female Executive Assistants did most of the daily routine work.
As a result, Monique got whatever she desired. And often she rewarded him with a stunning display of her magnificent cleavage. Whenever he seated her in her favorite seat she would let him look down her front, and she clearly could see his erection growing in his pants. She would pull her arms back to emphasize her bust, not that it needed much if any, emphasis.
She faintly admonished herself for being such a cockteaser, and then smiled happily, knowing she loved doing it. And so, apparently did her black gentleman admirer. She had, since her introduction to black cock in Jamaica with various very passionate and talented lovers, she had become a huge fan of that genre.
In the language of the streets, she loved big black cock.
However, this day she did not want to play the flirting game and was dressed quite conservatively. She had tied a new very expensive silk scarf around her luxuriously long black hair in a loose ponytail and wore dark glasses doing her best to hide her stunning beauty and indeed, her identity, She just wanted to get back to Jamaica as soon as possible, with as little fuss as possible.
This trip had been different.
Monique was tired, nervous, and also quite sexually frustrated, which added to her feeling of being on edge. Her initial thrill at the thought of international travel, fine wines, casual sex with rich prosperous and very generous men (and sometimes women), expensive hotels and, fun clients had largely been dashed. Most of the time the huge fees she received for her attention seemed like a bonus.
This day she felt used, abused, and questioned why she was doing this?
She had received a nasty fright late the previous night.
Sensing she 'wasn't 'herself' Georges kept his distance instead of hovering over her making unnecessary conversation. He was naturally disappointed.
In the months since she had parted ways with her longtime husband Tom, her latest Jamaican friend and black lover, 'The Dr', had recruited her as one of his special very well paid 'consultants'.
As such, she was assigned to meet wealthy, usually married men in other international locales to provide 'companionship' with all that generality entailed. In addition to her stunning beauty and remarkable body, she was friendly, erudite, and well educated and could converse with ease.
As a necessity The Dr had gotten her a Jamaican passport, officially changed her name from Kathy to Monique, opened a Swiss bank account for her, and sent her to visit his special clients around the world. Her past was if not erased, very well hidden. The Dr had been true to his word and they both had financially benefitted very handsomely from his connections with the rich and sometimes famous. She enjoyed the travel, meeting men, and sometimes women, and participating in the freedom to do what she wanted, while always doing what they wanted, which usually meant having sex with them.
Monique certainly did not miss 'the windy city' of Chicago. The Dr had wanted her to call him by his Christian name but she demurred and preferred to use 'The Dr' which in his case meant the fixer, rather than anything to do with being a physician. It also, in her mind, kept a certain professional relationship between the two of them although, of course, she had slept with him many times, a most enjoyable exercise of interracial sex between a black, well-endowed man and a white willing wife who was twenty-five years his junior and was at the time married to a boring white businessman.
On her travels, she had countless opportunities to 'pick up' horny men, especially uber-wealthy Asian men who openly offered vast sums for her to sleep with them, but unless they had the Dr's stamp of approval she would never consider it.
From the time she was a teenager with a well-developed figure, she was used to being stared at, ogled by older men of all ages who undressed her with their eyes full of unbridled lust.
Her upbringing had not prepared her for those experiences and she shyly looked away, or down. How was she to know that made her look even more attractive, vulnerable, virginal, and stoked the fires of desire in them?
'All men are alike' her mother would tell her. Be careful.
Now her safety was paramount.
On this trip, there had been a close call when her safety, perhaps even her life may have been at risk, and she had been badly frightened.
Monique had met an Arab oil sheik in London and had provided him with companionship for dinners and meetings, acting as his Executive Assistant during the day, and his passionate lover at night. Her sexual acting skills were paramount especially when she didn't particularly like the client once they met, thus the passion was one-sided as he didn't care about her sexual satisfaction and just used her for his.
However, after one night of debauchery, on the second night, he crossed the line and she felt threatened to do with what she was most uncomfortable, and frankly, his drunken demeanor scared her.
She made an excuse and hurriedly locked herself in one of the suite's bathrooms and despite it being three o'clock in the morning she texted The Dr. one word 'Help.'
Just a few minutes later there were reassuring voices in the suite and a security man slipped his business card under the bathroom door. It checked out with the emergency contact on her phone. The sheik was restrained in one room while she was assisted by a woman security guard who gathered her clothes, helped her dress, and hustled her out of the suite. Another security guard produced an envelope of U.S. cash for her, much more than the agreed-upon sum, and she was transferred in a plain black SUV limo to another hotel where a room was booked in the Dr's name.
She phoned The Dr from the limo. He told her to 'come home to Jamaica' and that he had booked a flight for her scheduled to depart later that same day from Heathrow. He also reassured her that 'they' would never deal with that man or other members of his family again. Monique told him she was "very tired of all the travel and of being on call all the time, and asked that she take 'an extended holiday and review of her role.'
The Dr agreed immediately.
Monique was impressed, relieved, and grateful. It was in the middle of the night in Jamaica and he was always there for him.
"Oh, and Monique, please keep an eye out for two young grads from an English private girls school, I helped out with a couple of the girls' overseas education and they should be on your flight."
She recalled the grad 'party' the previous spring and promised him she would send him a text when the girls arrived with photos if appropriate and/or possible.
