Chapter 1

I looked across the breakfast table with distaste to where Kenneth, my husband, was stuffing his face while reading the Wall Street Journal. “I don’t think he remembers that this is our first wedding anniversary,” I mused.

Kenneth’s phone chimed, indicating an incoming text message, and I looked up as he read the text. “Damn! Wendy, I have a problem. I have to go away. An emergency has cropped up, and I must go immediately before the emergency becomes a disaster.”

“What about our wedding anniversary?” I asked.

“Oh! I forgot. I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Probably a week. It could be ten days. I have an idea. Why don’t you and your friend Joan take a mini vacation, go somewhere warm, and enjoy some sun and ocean. I will make all the arrangements for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I would. However, don’t think that will earn your forgiveness for missing our anniversary. So far as arrangements leave those to me, I’ll make them.”

As soon as Kenneth left, I was browsing the web for a singles resort I had once read about. The place was in Jamaica, and I found it very intriguing. Singles only, clothing optional, and situated right on the beach it sounded like the place for me. Visions of young muscular Jamaican males danced in my mind as I researched the site.

I was bored with Kenneth, and since I married him a year ago, I realized my mistake. I now realized he had married me to have a trophy wife he could drag around to events and conferences. I had married him to have financial security.

However, my secret fantasies all revolved around young muscular black males. I’d had a few discrete affairs and found them much more satisfying than affairs I’d had with white males.

Within hours of his departure, I booked my trip for a ten-day getaway at that resort.

The next day I landed at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay. The resort had told me it would provide ground transportation to its location in Negril. I was delighted with the heat and the warm breeze as I entered the reception area. I looked around and saw an elderly Jamaican man holding a sign with the name of the resort, and I strolled over to him.

His smile as he saw me made my pussy tingle. He eyed me from the tip of my sandals to my face and asked, “And who might you be, pretty lady?”

I gave him my name, and he checked it off on a clipboard. “Wendy, I’m Clarence, I’ll be your chauffeur, and we’ll be on our way as soon as the other couple who should have been on your plane gets here. You traveling alone?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Don’t fret. A pretty lady like you won’t be alone for long,” he said, undressing me with his eyes again.

I blushed when his eyes focused on my wedding ring as he smiled at me. I was sure that he realized why I was here alone.

“Your husband must be an idiot to let you travel here alone. It’s a pity that I am getting too old. In the past, I would have found a way to be your tour guide for your whole stay.”

I got on my toes and gave him a hug. “Clarence, maybe we can find some moments when you and I could share some quality time.”

He gave my butt a squeeze and said, “Wendy, I would look forward to that. However, I am sure you will find some handsome young stud you would prefer to be with. Oh, look, I think those two walking towards us are my remaining passengers.”

I turned to see a couple walking towards us with a smile. While they were getting acquainted with Clarence, I excused myself, hurried to the ladies’ room, took care of nature’s needs, and removed the thong I had been wearing.

When I got back, Clarence escorted us to an SUV and installed the other couple in the back seat. He suggested I sit in front with him. As I climbed into the front seat with his help, I discretely rewarded him with a view of my thighs and handed him my used wadded-up thong.

He took the thong, and as he went around the vehicle to get on his side, I saw him bring the skimpy fabric to his nose and smell my aroma which brought a big smile to his face.

He climbed behind the steering wheel, and as he drove off, he turned his face towards me and mouthed, ‘thank you.’ The drive took approximately seventy minutes along the coast road. Our fellow passengers were totally involved with each other. The giggling and moans from the back seat indicated they were not losing a minute before starting their fun and games.

Clarence kept looking at me from the corner of his eye, so I decided to start having fun early. I discretely unbuttoned the two top buttons of my blouse, which gave him a view of my tits, and tweaked my nipples until they were stiff and stood out. Squirming on my seat made my mini slide up my thighs, and turning sideways gave Clarence a view of my waxed pussy.

He grinned at me and lowered the zipper of his pants, and pulled out his cock. Eight inches of man meat were exposed to my lustful eyes, and I could not resist leaning over and wrapping my hand around his shaft.

He moaned and reluctantly removed my hand as he approached a service station. “Pit stop,” he announced. “I need to visit the facilities and get some gas. Do you folks need to visit the facilities?” he asked.

“We’re fine,” our fellow passengers announced.

“How about you, Wendy?”

“Sure. I’ll take the opportunity to go now.”

Clarence and I walked to the facilities which were behind the building. When we got to the men’s room, Clarence pulled me in and locked the door behind us. He reached for me, took me into his arms, and grabbed my butt under my mini. He caressed my butt cheeks before sliding his hand to toy with my pussy. His fingers parted my cunt lips and probed deep into my core. Then, withdrawing his fingers, he had sit on the counter and spread my legs.

I felt his cock between my thighs; however, the angle was wrong. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me off the ground as he thrust his hips forward, impaling me on his stiff shaft. I was in heaven with his black cock pulsing in my dripping cunt as his fingers toyed with my clit.

I struggled not to scream with pleasure as he thrust into me deep and fast. My juices were flowing, and the throbbing of his shaft deliciously filling my core drove me closer and closer to my climax.

“Wendy, I’m close to cumming. Where do you want mu cum?”

“Fill me up, Clarence, hose my filthy cunt with your seed.”

I felt his cock erupt in me, hosing my inner walls with stream after stream of hot cum and making me shudder and shake in my orgasm. We remained joined together for a few minutes while we both recovered. When Clarence finally pulled his cock out, I felt our juices flowing out of my now happy cunt.

He lowered me to the ground and, taking some moistened paper towels, wiped my pussy and thighs clean.

“Wendy, you are fantastic. I’m sure you will make some men very happy at the resort.”

“Clarence, you’re no slouch yourself, and maybe we’ll have an opportunity to repeat this experience under more leisurely circumstances before I leave.”

“I’d really like that.”

We got out and got back into the SUV. Our traveling companions were oblivious to anything not taking place in the back seat.”

When we got to the resort, the young lady at the desk told me that my reserved suite would be unavailable due to some plumbing problems. However, they had upgraded me to a bungalow on the beach and asked if that would be all right.

“Does a bear shit in the woods,” I asked with a smile.

Once the signing-in formalities were over, she called a bell boy to carry my suitcase and escort me to my room.

I followed the young lad down a flagstone path that wound its way towards the beach through hibiscus hedges which gave off a wonderful smell mixed with the tang of the ocean breeze. It was delightful.

Seeing the bellboy’s tight ass and broad shoulders sparked a delightful feeling in my pussy. I was grateful that Clarence had taken the edge off my needs for the moment.

He led me to a beautiful bungalow scarcely fifty feet from the water’s edge. The bungalow’s interior consisted of a bedroom and a small sitting room with patio doors leading to a deck with a Jacuzzi. The area was surrounded by a hedge of hibiscuses, ensuring privacy. After tipping the young lad, I stripped naked and walked into the bathroom. All the latest amenities, including a bidet, were there, to my delight.

After a long shower to wash the trip off me, I rummaged in my suitcase to find my bikini. Pulling it out, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I surveyed my long legs, nicely rounded tits, and tight ass, thinking, “Not bad for an old broad.” I’d turned fifty last month and was proud of my body and appearance.