The next morning the young bride woke up feeling rested and refreshed, especially considering how hammered she had gotten the night before. The only symptom was a nagging headache. Ava looked over at her snoring husband and noticed that his shriveled cock looked a little bruised. Ava assumed that he had wracked himself at some point during his drunken stupor. It took her a moment to realize that she too was completely naked. Her body felt a little sore, especially around her most sensitive areas. Ava noticed that her dress and underwear had been thrown haphazardly on the floor, very unlike her usual orderly and meticulous nature. Her cheeks and the corners of her mouth felt a little crusty, she poked at it with her tongue, and was surprised to find it taste so sweet! It must have been some of that last shot the hunky black bartender gave her last night!
With a slight jolt, Ava sprang from the bed to relieve herself. Her ass had been propped up by pillows all night, her hips cocked back keeping her ass elevated. As she stood a stream of fluid ran down her leg. She was surprised, she thought she had just peed herself! She was absolutely mortified, but relieved that Troy was still passed out. Upon closer inspection, the sticky substance was more than urine. More of the sticky substance came out as she sat on the toilet relieving herself.
The goo was so thick and viscous, she could only liken to what had dropped on her foot on her wedding night. Maybe she and Troy had fucked last night, and she just couldn't remember! Her memory was a little foggy, but she thought Troy's cum was a little more watery. She knew for sure that she would remember the smell. So Ava reached down and let her fingers be covered in some of the substance, and brought it to her nose. It didn't smell great, maybe a little of her own odor mixed in, and something else. Definitely a masculine scent; something deep within her psyche decided that it would be a good idea to taste it.
Before she could even think rationally, Ava plunged her two fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking the tantalizing substance. She was so taken by it that she began fingering her now extremely horny cunt trying to get more to taste. She even tried to drag it off of what was left on her tongue. Her appetite for it was not even close to whetted. Suddenly she felt like she was not in control of her own body. She had never done anything like this before, but now couldn't stop!
Ava's pussy was screaming for satisfaction. The extremely horny housewife decided to stop fingering herself and postpone her inevitable climax, to allow her husband the honor of getting her off to what could be the biggest orgasm of her young life. She quickly finished in the bathroom and raced back to the bed.
The wonderful dream she'd had the night before was now racing through her mind. She dreamt that she had achieved the biggest orgasm of her life! The memory was getting fuzzy, but she was sure it had been her husband in the dream. Only he was completely bald, and considerably darker. The man in her dreams was so steady and sure of himself, he knew exactly how to pleasure her. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that the imaginary lover was not Troy.
"Wake up sleepy head!" Ava exclaimed as she pounced nude on the bed. She shook Troy, trying to wake him from his alcohol induced coma.
"Wake up! I want to make love in this beautiful morning light!" Ava reached down to manipulate Troy's obviously injured penis.
"WarrruuGGHHA!" Troy called out in pain. "Oh, my god, my ween hurts so bad! What happened last night?" Troy recoiled in complete terror from his beautiful wife.
"I think I'm gonna puke!" Troy jumped out of bed, scampering towards the toilet. Ava heard the distinctive sounds of Troy retching into the porcelain bowl. Troy continued heaving for the next several minutes, until nothing could be heard. Ava laid in bed, curtains wide open, slowly caressing her soft supple skin. She was able to retreat back to her fantasy man, despite the awful noises coming from the toilet.
Ava was startled from her trance when Troy called out for her.
"Babe, would you get me a bag of ice, my balls are KILLING me."
Ava huffed as she got out of bed and walked over to the fridge in their room. The ice bin was empty, she would have to go get more from the ice machine down the hall.
"Ok, Sweetie, I'll be right back, it seems we are all out!" Ava threw on a long t-shirt and skipped out the door. She was completely naked underneath, Ava noticed a piece of paper on the ground. It said that due to the beautiful weather, yoga had been moved to the lakeside! Ava had nearly forgotten, she needed to hurry to make it on time. With that in mind, it never even occurred to her that her door was the only one in the long hall to get the notice.
Ava felt so sexy and naughty walking around the other couples so underdressed. It was getting her already overexcited body aroused further. Ava filled the bucket and hurried back to the room. She let herself in, and found Troy once again passed out in bed.
"Here is your ice Sweetie! You need to hurry, your tee time is in an hour, and you better not cancel, you already paid for it!"
Ava stripped off the t-shirt and hopped in the shower. She needed to get cleaned up for the day.
Ava was putting on her new yoga shorts. She was so excited when she saw them in the store, she just knew she had to get them. The length of them was rather short, but she figured that was the fashion now. Ava slipped on her industrial strength sports bra and a tight tank top to go over that. She applied a little bit of makeup and was ready to go to her class, with 15 minutes to spare.
She stepped out of the bathroom just as Troy got out of bed. He had a towel full of ice on his midsection. He was starting to get his color back.
"Honey, stay with me until I have to leave. I ordered room service for myself, I can call back and get something for you!"
"Aw, isn't that sweet of you, I'll just grab a banana on my way out. Have fun at golf. I'll be doing yoga, but don't forget about our couples massage later. You should have enough time to get back here after golf. I love you!"
Ava pecked her husband on the cheek. Tonight would have to be the night that she finally got what she needed. Ava had never been this ready for sex in her life. She was half wondering if she was ovulating, it just seemed like she could not get her mind off of sex! The massage would hopefully help Troy relax enough to maintain a good, hard erection.
Ava passed a fruit bowl on her way out towards the lakeside. She grabbed two of the biggest, fattest bananas she could find. She held the girthiest one in her hands, wishing it were a big fat cock. She so badly wanted to fuck. In her mind, she wanted to jam this fat banana deep inside her pussy, maybe just to dull the burning itch of desire. Being a proper young woman, she did not do that obviously. Instead, Ava peeled the banana and took a big bite, almost biting off 4 inches. A young man observing the sexually frustrated housewife winced at the sight.
Ava made her way down the romantic winding trail and arrived at the spot where the class was to be held. She only saw two mats placed on the serene beach, she figured that the turnout for this class was rather low. Most people here were probably busy doing other things. Ava was stretching out, waiting for the instructor to show up. She was a little early, but she was beginning to worry that maybe she had missed the session. Ava's sexual desire was still rather high. She was contemplating touching herself to relieve the growing sexual tension. With the romantic scenery and the relative cover of privacy, the horny young wife made up her mind. She slowly brought her hand down her tight torso, towards her very excited sex. She was lost in her own fantasy world as she lightly massaged her clit over the soft material of her shorts. She was suddenly aware that she was no longer alone.
Ava looked up and saw the strong black legs of what she assumed was the yoga instructor approaching. Embarrassed about being caught, she quickly flipped to her knees, and began stretching out her back, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As she rose back up, hoping that her timing was just right, she immediately realized the instructor was unexpectedly close and this was a problem. Her head was now only a few inches away from his crotch, as her eyes continued traveling up his tall frame.
An observer looking from behind would only see the sexy silhouette of a white woman, on her knees, worshipping the cock of her black Adonis. Ava took a quick glance at the man's crotch, she could see a considerable lump under his black form-fitting track pants. The enormous black man wore a tank top that displayed his huge chest and massive arms. The tank top hugged his perfect abs so that Ava could see the definition from his hard training. Something in the back of her mind nagged her. A primal instinct she could not explain. It just felt right for Ava to be on her knees, subservient to this powerful man. The feeling was so intense it scared her a little, but it was good. It was almost like butterflies in her tummy, but this went much deeper.
Ava managed to stand, but at 5' 9" she still had to strain her neck to make eye contact with the giant black man.
"Are you the instructor for yoga?" Ava did not instantly recognize the man, but there was a nagging sense of familiarity as she looked deep into his caramel brown eyes.
"Haha, well what are the chances you would be in my class this morning Ava! You don't remember me? I'm Mass, I was your bartender last night!"
