The Vacation 9

My two-week vacation had just begun alone in The Dominican Republic without my husband Carter. While I was happy to be on vacation, I couldn't really believe I was here without him.

Our fight started when Carter came to me two days before we were to arrive in The Dominican. He nervously told me we would have to move our vacation because he needed to go on a business trip the same day we were to leave. The fight ended with me angrily telling him I was going without him.

Here I was in my hotel room, which overlooked the luxurious pool on the property. It was late, and I was still furious at Carter, and tired from the flight. I decided to have a drink in my room and try to relax. As I poured myself a drink, I noticed a couple enter the pool area for a late night swim.

Normally this would not have caught my attention; however, these two were strikingly hot. She was a tall black woman with long dark hair and smooth mocha skin. When she dropped her towel, I was amazed at her long, taut, perfectly shaped legs leading up to her beautiful, round firm ass. She wore a minuscule fire red string bikini bottom that her awesome body filled out magnificently. The matching top left almost nothing to the imagination as her incredible natural breasts spilled out of the flimsy material.

He was a very handsome dark-skinned black man with a swimmer's build and broad shoulders. His hair cut very short, almost bald. He wore long white boxer swim trunks that contrasted with his dark skin. I couldn't help but stair at the "V" line of his muscular lower abs that seemed to point to the bulging manhood in his trunks.

I quickly pulled up a chair while continuing to watch them through my partly open drapes. They both slid into the hot tub and began to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, then more deeply with hunger and lust. As they caressed each other, I felt my body heating up with the same lust as the two of them.

I knew the possibility that something hot was about to happen and I couldn't wait to see it unfold before my eyes. I guess they thought it was late and everyone was asleep. He didn't look around to see if anyone was watching as he slowly untied her top revealing her tantalizing breasts. They were firm and perfectly shaped, with dark chocolate areolas, tipped with hard perky nipples that looked like candy kisses.

I immediately felt my own nipples harden with the same anticipation of pleasure. I removed my blouse and bra to give my breasts some relief as my nipples throbbed and ached.

I watched as he began to slowly lick and suck each of her nipples. I could almost feel just how much she loved it as she threw her head back and pulled his head into her breasts. I could see that her nipples were rock hard as they glistened in the soft light of the pool. I pinched and teased my own nipples as he picked her up and placed her on the side of the hot tub. I shivered as she lay back and lifted her legs high into the night air, as he gently eased her bikini off.

I removed my own skirt and black lace boy shorts, and stared as he licked his way up the inside of her smooth thighs; and my pussy salivated as my fingers delicately caressed my folds. I desperately wanted my secret vibrator that Carter had know idea I owned. I intently watched him work his way slowly toward her pussy.

Her pussy looked to be cleanly waxed just as mine was; something I'd done for Carter but he'd never get to see. I could see that she was extremely excited, as her swollen lips were open and glistened in the pool light. I gasped as he buried his head between her legs and licked and sucked her pussy. I watched her writhe with pleasure as she pulled his head deeper into her pussy.

My fingers moved franticly, stroking my throbbing clit as I watched her head snap back and let out a cry of pleasure. My body convulsed violently in my chair and my toes curled tightly as I came with her. My hands were sticky and I was out of breath. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I sat in a pool of my own juices with my legs spread wide open.

As my heartbeat slowed, my show was continued. It was his turn now. They switched positions and sat on the side of the hot tub. This time she removed his trunks to expose his enormous black cock, hard and standing straight up in the night. The heat of his body made steam rise from his sex making it look even more delectable.

I became instantly jealous as I watched her slowly stroke it while taking the thick head in her mouth. I never was one for giving head but I desperately wanted to suck his cock dry. I found myself licking my lips as she stroked and sucked it expertly while occasionally tonguing her way up the shaft. She teased the tip then went down to his heavy balls, sucking on each one with care. I could see by his expression that he loved it and was in heaven. She worked him until his hands clinched into tight fists and he was ready to detonate.

She took him in balls deep into her mouth as his body shivered. Then she released him, with a long thread of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She continued to stroke him while rubbing her breasts over his cock until he exploded again all over her tits. I watched as she greedily licked his cock and her own fingers clean.

They kissed again and slowly made there way away from the pool area. I slid my drapes closed a little to prevent them from seeing that I had been watching.

When I couldn't see them anymore, I moved the chair back and got into bed. I thought about how long it had been since a man had when down on me the way he had. Cater was never really into eating pussy and I regretted having settled for less. I regretted not experiencing more when I was younger and not going out with James, the only black man to ever ask me out. I wondered if his dick was as big as the man's outside.

As I was deep in my regrets and teasing my pussy again, I heard laughing outside my door. I jumped up out of my bed and looked through the peephole. It was the same couple! They passed my door, and I heard the door to their room open and close. They were in the room next to mine, which had a door that connected to theirs. I had been concerned that this room may be too noisy, but now this seemed like it could be very interesting as I anticipated the pool play had just been the warm up.

I couldn't have been more correct. Within minutes, I could hear them wildly going at it again. I gently opened my door to the adjoining rooms leaving only their door between us allowing me to hear everything clearly.

Their deep moaning and slapping flesh echoed loudly, they either did not care or actually wanted to be heard by others in the hotel. I pressed my naked body against the cold door while listening to their erotic escapade. Each sound really turned me on and I began to feel moisture build up between my legs again.

The sexy image of me wildly fucking this black man was showing in my mind like an erotic porno movie. I continued to listen as I teased my swollen clit with my fingers until the moaning stopped.

I overheard the woman tell him how much she wanted to stay, but that she had to get back to her husband. I was shocked that she was cheating on her husband here at the hotel. I listened closely until I heard their door close. I ran to my door and looked out the peephole to see her walk past my door with a satisfied grin on her face.

There was silence between our two rooms and my mind raced with thoughts of the opportunity that had just presented itself. I considered whether I should take a chance and call him. Would he think I was crazy, or would he be happy to fulfill my fantasy? I've always been very conservative but in this case my fantasy, lust, and anger at my husband got the better of me and I decided to throw caution to the wind and call.

I picked up the phone and dialed his room number. He answered his phone in a deep voice. I expected him to sound exhausted but this wasn't the case. I thought maybe he was expecting her to call him back, I know I would have.

As I started to explain that I was in the next room, he began to apologize if they were too noisy. It was awkward at first, but I explained that there was no apology needed, and that their session made me incredibly aroused and I wondered if he was interested in joining me for some more fun.

He asked me what I looked like before deciding that he would like to join me after he took a shower. I quickly slipped on a black lace flyaway baby doll I'd bought to surprise my husband on this vacation. I was never so happy that I hadn't repacked my suitcase after I'd found out I would be taking this trip alone.

I stopped to check myself out in the mirror. The babydoll emphasized my firm breasts. They were a little more that a handful but still they were tempting. I turned around to check out my ass; all of those aerobics classes had paid off.

"Damn I'm still sexy at 38 years old," I said aloud to myself.

I was nervous as I positioned myself in a perfectly alluring pose on the chaise in the room. My heart raced in my chest as I waited for him to enter my room. Waiting put doubt in my mind, and just as I was about to pick up the phone and tell him not to come he came through the door.

He stood with only charcoal gray, button fly Calvin Klein boxer briefs on. As he slowly approached me with a smile on his face, I couldn't help but stare at the scrumptious bulge in his boxer briefs. He was even more attractive now that I was seeing him up close. His skin was smooth and his eyes were dark and intense. His chest appeared as if chiseled from black onyx, but he moved like liquid steel.

There was no awkward moment as I thought there would be when he came next to me. He towered over me and I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I reached up to remove his underwear but he moved my hands away.

"Not yet," he spoke for the first time.

He knelt down to me and we kissed. It was as if he knew me even better than my own husband did. He kissed me deeply, and with passion, the way I needed to be. His hand moved down my body reaching between my thighs. My legs opened, unconsciously inviting him into my hot, wet pussy.

I moaned as loudly as his previous woman did, when he moved my lace thong aside and his long fingers began to tease my clit. He pulled the satin ribbon of my babydoll and released my breasts. At first, he softly sucked on each of my nipples and then, with a fervent lust.

It felt as if he needed me as much as I needed him. I pressed his head hard against my breasts as he began to finger fuck me while he continued to pleasure my tits. Then his fingers rose from my pussy and he spread my juices onto my nipples. He pushed my tits up towards my face, and I licked my juices from them while he did the same. I had never done this before, and tasting myself on my nipples and his tongue only turned me on even more.

He quickly left my breasts and reappeared with his face between my legs. He pressed my knees up to my chest and licked me slowly from my pussy to my clit. I pinched my left nipple between my fingers, as my right hand pressed his head deeper into my pussy. He ate me out with a fervor I had never felt before. When he licked my ass and started to tongue fuck it, I thought I would die. My girlfriend had told me how much she loved to have her ass licked by her husband. I thought it was the nastiest thing I had ever heard of. It was, the nastiest, naughtiest, sexiest feeling I had ever felt, and I loved it!

My body shuddered with excitement as he moved back to sucking my clit, while finger fucking my pussy with three fingers and his middle finger stroking against my ass. I moaned louder than I ever had before as the most powerful orgasm I've ever had overtook me.

When the stars faded from my eyes and my body stopped trembling, I saw his cum-soaked face grinning between my legs. I pulled him up from the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, praising him for his talents. I could feel his manhood pressing against my thigh and I desperately wanted to see his dick up close. As if he knew what I was thinking, he stood up and let me reach up to his waistband. I slowly curled the waistband down and moved closer to my prize. I bit my lip again as I revealed his tight, curly jet-black hairs and the thick base of his cock. With every inch I moved down, the more captivated I became until his large cock popped up like some erotic jack-in-the-box.

I grabbed the base of his black cock with my right hand while the other massaged his heavy balls. My French manicured nails looked so sexy in contrast to his big black balls. I massaged and stroked his cock until I saw a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his swollen head. I let out a deep breath of hot air and I slowly licked the clear juice from the groove of his cock head. He tasted delectable, sweet and salty at the same time, and I'd never been so captivated by the taste of a man. I immediately took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked as if I was sucking a thick milk shake through a small straw.

Before I knew what was going on, he had pulled me back, flipped me over to my knees, and was rubbing his thick cock against my pussy lips from behind. I gripped my ass cheeks apart with both hands, surely leaving nail marks on my white skin.

I thought I was ready, but when he pushed his big cock into my tight pussy, the pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy opened up and drooled, then greedily sucked him deeper inside. When he pulled back with the first stroke, my pussy was devastated, and my hips pushed back instantly to capture his cock deep in me again.

Then he took total control. He pulled me back to him by my shoulder length brunette hair, not so hard that it hurt, but with just enough force to let me know he was in control. He fucked me with power and force that I had never felt before. I yelled and begged him to fuck my cunt harder and harder until my eyes rolled back in my head. Then body started shaking like a lone leaf on a branch on a cold winter's day. The orgasm I had was three times as powerful as the last. My body became extremely sensitive and I felt him explode deep inside my pussy and our juices streaming down my thighs. We both somehow found our way to the bed and fell asleep together.

The next morning I awoke to find him in the shower. I was sure he would have gone, but he hadn't. I joined him and learned his name was Quentin while I stroked his cock in the shower. I couldn't help myself but to have breakfast immediately, and took his cock into my mouth. I found myself hungrily taking him all the way down my throat until he came in my mouth. I was so hungry for Quentin, I was sure not to let a drop waste.

During the next two weeks, Quentin pleasured me with many erotic experiences that I never thought I would try or imagined I would experience. We even had our own late night escapade in the pool.

Before we left for home, I found out that Quentin lived and worked in Savannah, Georgia, not to far from my home city of Atlanta. I'm definitely planning for my next vacation alone Savannah. Well, somewhat alone