"What exit is the hotel?" asked Jamie.
"Should be the next one coming up." her husband replied.
"Uhh finally! I can't wait to get out of this car and take a shower."
It was August, and this part of their trip had them traveling through Georgia. Jamie was reclined in the passenger seat of the car, her long red hair drawn in a loose pony tail at the base of her neck. She was wearing a white tank top and denim shorts to stay cool. Her flip flops lay on the floor of the car, her feet resting on the dash. Looking over, her husband admired her trim legs, still shapely and tight as she approached her mid-thirties. Her nipples seemed to be permanently erect and today broadcast the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under her flimsy white top. He also knew that under those tiny jean shorts she wore only the wisp of a thong. He felt his cock begin to stir and had to draw his focus back to driving.
"There it is, up on the right." she said, slipping her toes into her flip flops and throwing on a pair of sunglasses. "I'll run in and check us in."
They had been married for ten years and planned a summer vacation every year. This year they were taking the long way down to Florida, enjoying the ride and relying on their smart phones to find places to stay and interesting things to see. He slowed in front of the entrance to the hotel and watched as Jamie jumped out to check them in. Barely five feet tall, her shorts accentuated the length of her legs and made her look a few inches taller. Her natural red hair fell to the middle of her back and combined with her pale complexion made her look at least ten years younger. As innocent as she looked, Jamie was reaching the peak of her sexual drive and her husband hoped this trip would offer some opportunities to fulfill it. A few minutes later, she was already headed back his way. He watched as she crossed the parking lot, her firm 34c tits bouncing inside the tank top.
"The room's not ready yet." she said as she opened the door and slid back into the seat. "But they gave us some free drink coupons for the bar while we wait."
"So... what do you want to do?" he asked.
"Lets check it out. Anything to get out of this car." she quipped.
They found the hotel bar around to the side of the lobby. It also had its own entrance, and as they entered, they were surprised to see it fairly crowded. Country music blared loudly from a juke box and a few televisions had the Braves game on. It appeared to be a popular hangout for the locals in town. Jamie's entrance caused more than a few heads to turn. Her husband saw guys poking their buddies and giving them a nod in her direction. The crowd was almost exclusively male, seemingly construction guys and warehouse workers from their dress. A few months ago, Jamie would have blushed at all the looks she was getting, but empowered by their new sex life, she sauntered to a bar stool and sat down. For the past few months, they had experimented with an open marriage. They'd met a few couples and Jamie had taken a handful of lovers on her own.
"Looks like you made quite an impression." he said under his breath as he slid onto the stool next to her.
"I can't help it if I'm the only female in this bar full of big sweaty guys." she giggled, pouting her lip in mock indignation.
"Yeah, I bet you hate every minute of it." he smirked.
A few drinks later, he noticed that Jamie kept looking over at a group of guys sharing a table on the other side of the bar. Following her glance, he asked, "Bring back some memories?"
"Hmm.. maybe." she answered, biting her bottom lip seductively.
The guys she kept eying were most likely in construction. They were all solidly built black guys, wearing jeans, t-shirts and ball caps. He thought back six months ago, to the only black guy Jamie had ever fucked. They had found him on Craigslist and met in a hotel in Chicago. He'd had a huge cock and he knew Jamie had enjoyed herself immensely. The opportunity for another interracial encounter hadn't come up, but things looked like they might change.
