Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
My name is Suzie and this is an account of what happened to Chris -- my husband -- and me on our honeymoon in Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic, now over fifteen years ago. We were staying in one of those luxury all-inclusive resorts where our days consisted of lying at the beach, eating, drinking... and fucking.
That last part was something we were quite good at. Sex -- in any form -- had never been a problem in our relationship, but now, this idyllic setting and the hot, sticky weather seemed to make both of us perpetually horny. As a result, we seemed to be going at it even more frequently than usual.
Especially during the first days of the honeymoon, we'd go back to the room to have sex every couple of hours or so. And there was nothing we -- or I -- didn't do! I let him fuck me in whatever hole or position he liked. I sucked him off, gave him handjobs, masturbated for him, let him lick me or finger my pussy.
And when I felt particularly nasty, I'd let him cum on my bathing suit -- or on my skin somewhere -- and I'd walk around like that, just for fun. Even facials, which were like my least favorite thing, were not off the table. Whereas I normally only took one or two a year -- on very special occasions -- I had already taken three in the first week of our honeymoon.
But, no matter how nasty and slutty I had been up until that point, something happened next, which would redefine our sex life. On the ninth day, right after breakfast, we'd gone back up to our room. I was on the bed, naked, on all fours, letting Chris fuck me like the bitch that I was.
Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door, which opened almost immediately afterwards. In walked one of the chamber maids, pushing her cart with cleaning supplies. Although Chris immediately stopped fucking me and froze, I could feel him shuddering and climaxing inside of me.
The sight of that Latina beauty entering the room in her black dress, with white collar and pockets probably had something to do with it. She had a beautiful face and big tits, which gave her dress a slightly bigger cleavage than her employer would have liked. Her long, curly black hair and her dark eyes complimented her dark, perfect skin.
As Chris was climaxing inside of me, she looked up, startled, and saw us sitting there. Clearly embarrassed, she immediately averted her eyes and hurried backwards out of the room. As she was leaving, Chris kept on climaxing, slamming into me extra hard.
"So, you liked her, huh?" I asked, pretending to be offended.
"Fuck yeah!" he grunted, as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and gave me four or five extra hard pounds before becoming too flaccid and falling back on the bed, completely satisfied.
"You asshole," I giggled as I quickly turned around, straddled him and playfully slapped his chest several times, "How dare you get off on the cleaning lady?"
"Did you see the tits on her?" he asked bluntly.
I gasped, feigning outrage as I started slapping his chest harder.
He reached out, grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly pulled my head next to his, then whispered in my ear, "Did you?"
"Yes, I did," I replied, horny as fuck as he was still holding onto my hair.
"And?" he asked.
"They're okay, I guess," I said.
He gave my hair a little yank, making me gasp, and said, "Try again."
"They were huge, okay? They were bigger than mine!" I replied.
Then, Chris let go of my hair, flipped me over onto my back, pried my legs open and stuffed his head in between them and savagely started licking my wet twat.
"Oh fuck," I groaned. He was zealous, a lot more than usual. That's when I caught on...
"You're... thinking of her, aren't you?" I grunted, glancing down at him. He said nothing, but nodded -- confirming my suspicion -- as he looked me dead in the eye, his tongue stimulating my sensitive clit.
"You're fantasizing about her [grunt] about what she looks like [moan] underneath that outfit [grunt] aren't you, you fucking pig... [moan]... you're picturing her tits... [grunt]... her big saggy tits [moan]."
"Hell yeah," he admitted.
"Asshole [grunt]" I exclaimed, as I realized he was going to make me cum. I decided to give myself a little extra push by continuing my dirty talk.
"That's not my twat you're eating is it [panting]... you're thinking of hers [grunt]..."
"Yes," he moaned, his mouth and tongue on my clit.
"You're wishing it was [grunt] her black twat [moan] you're eating, isn't it?" I panted. Realizing I how close I was, Chris took his mouth off my twat and shoved two fingers into me, just like that. I squealed loudly as he started drilling me with his fingers, making me climax violently.
"I want to eat her black pussy!" he grunted as he looked down into my eyes, defiantly.
"Son of a bitch!" I shrieked. It was all I could utter.
"I want to lick her... and make her squirt."
"Shiiiit," I shrieked as the peak of my climax washed over me.
"Then, I'll fuck her, right in front of you!" Chris continued taunting me.
"Oh, you motherf..." I squealed, slamming my fists on the matrass, still orgasming.
"I am betting her black pussy feels amazing around my fat dick," he whispered.
I didn't say anything any more. I just convulsed and trashed around his fingers for about another thirty seconds. Then, he slowly started pulling them back. God, I was dizzy. It had been a while since I had cum that hard. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
