“Honey, I think I’ll go up to the room and close my eyes for awhile,” I told my husband. “All this sun is giving me a bit of a headache.”

He looked at me from the beach chair where he sat. “Oh. Well, we can pack everything up and...”

“No. The kids are having so much fun,” I said. “Let them go a bit longer. I’ll be fine.”

I paused a moment just to watch them and feel that wonderful sense of joy only a parent can know. Lily was almost six and her little brother, Kyle, had just turned four, and they were having the time of their lives splashing in a small tidal pool. I shared a look with my husband, David, and saw my happiness reflected in his gentle smile.

After a moment, I wrapped a towel around my waist. I’d worn a rather small bikini and it was perfect for the beach, but not so much anywhere else. I received enough unwanted attention without begging for more and I know David appreciated a little modesty on my part.

“I’ll walk with you,” Brad decided, gathering his things and stuffing them into his backpack.

“Alright,” I agreed with a smile. “You can make sure I don’t get lost.”

He was tall and black, and his muscular body glistened beneath the tropical sun. We had only met Brad a few hours earlier when he’d greeted us with a cheerful smile and spread out his towel nearby. He was very friendly and I found myself enjoying our conversation quite a lot. I might have been a married white woman with two kids and a husband right next to us, but the interest in Brad’s eyes was unmistakable. For my part, I did nothing but encourage the man.

As I took Brad’s extended hand, letting him help me up from my lounger, David caught my eyes. He looked unhappy and I offered him a tiny shrug. I knew he wouldn’t say anything. If my husband had wanted to protest, he would have done so an hour earlier when Brad had asked me to rub coconut oil onto his back and shoulders. It was far too late now to voice any objections.

I’d tied my tawny hair into a ponytail and now I double checked my scrunchy, giving David one last look at my proud breasts. He was an attractive man, a wonderful man and I loved him, but that wasn’t enough for me. I had certain needs that only wounding his pride could satisfy. I liked to tell our close friends that watching my husband cry was always on my list of things to do. Fortunately for us, that would require a lot more than a bit of playful flirting with a stranger.

“Have fun with the kids,” I said, bending at the waist to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I’d better run before they notice.”

“I guess so,” David sighed, and we both knew they wouldn’t be happy to see Mommy walking away. “I love you, Pamela.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Ready, Pam?” Brad asked.

“Lead the way,” I replied with a grin.

I caught the smirk on Brad’s face as he glanced at my husband. “See you around, Dave. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah. You too,” my husband replied, but he wasn’t smiling as we walked away. I gave him a little finger wave just before we turned the corner and entered the hotel.

Ten minutes later I was in Brad’s hotel room, straddling his thighs as we sat on his bed. He still wore his sexy red Speedos and I hadn’t removed my bikini, but the towel was on the carpet just inside the locked door.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he sighed, cradling my body against his. We were both warm and slippery, my breasts already aching as I rubbed them against his broad black chest.

“Mmmm...” I covered Brad’s mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between the man’s full African lips and inviting him to dance.

My pussy was already moist and I could feel his erection straining against his thin nylon suit. My nipples were long and stiff and trying to burn through my bikini top. His strong hands moved gently up and down my back, teasing the dimple at the top of my ass. I squeezed his thick shoulders and scratched the back of his neck with my fingernails while we kissed with growing urgency.

Brad pulled me close, so that my firm tits were pressed flat against his chest, and the pressure felt amazing. He had a smooth body and we were both slick with exotic oils and the ripe musk of arousal. I rocked my hips, rolling my ass while he squeezed my pale cheeks with his dark fingers. My bikini bottom had been pulled taut and stretched thin across my asshole. I was completely exposed to the man’s expert fondling with my legs spread wide around him.

I had butterflies in my tummy as I briefly imagined my husband sitting alone, watching our children. I almost wished he could be with us in that room, watching me cling to this beautiful black man while Brad kissed my neck and shoulders, dipping his mouth lower...

“Ohhh ... Yes!” I gasped, arching my back as he found my heavy breasts. “Harder. Bite my nipples. I love it rough, baby.”

He licked around the soft cups of my top and then kissed my protruding nipples, biting them through the fabric as I demanded. I felt Brad’s cock trapped in his swimsuit and I already knew it was big. I’d noticed that particular quality almost immediately and for the last three hours I’d been dying to get my hands on it.

My husband’s penis was neither large nor small, but completely average and I needed so much more. I needed a real man to fill the emptiness between my legs, a black man with a real cock. Unfortunately, that was something my sweet David could never give me, no matter how deep our love.

But foreplay was good too and we had plenty of time. I put my lips near Brad’s ear and teased him with my tongue. I whispered soft words to let him know how pleased I was to be in his arms and to share his bed. While Brad devoured my aching tits with his mouth and kneaded my ass with his strong fingers, I nibbled at his ear lobe and promised that I would fuck him dry.

“I want your cock inside me,” I breathed. “I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

“What about your husband?” he asked, biting the side of my neck.

“It’s not up to him,” I groaned. “Ohhh ... Yeah. Do it. Put your mark on me.”

The man began sucking hard at my neck, giving me a hickey as if we were back in high school. There was no way I’d ever be able to hide it. For the next few days at least, David would have to see that bruise, that purplish-yellow love bite on my married flesh, and know that another man had given it to me. What my lover left behind would be one of many gifts to feed my cuckold’s imagination. From the very beginning I refused to let him watch my infidelity, but I always returned with as much evidence as possible.

I longed to see the jealousy in my husband’s eyes; the shame and humiliation, and the especially the guilt. His acute relief when I returned to his bed would be tempered by the knowledge that I’d needed someone else to fulfill his role as my lover. I loved his inadequacy and would make it a point to remind him of his failure. That cruel vision of the future made me even more desperate to feel Brad’s beautiful black cock inside me. I loved cuckolding my husband and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew it was either accept his role or walk away, and David loved me far too much to do that.

“Harder,” I whispered. “Make it good. I want to wear your love bite for a week.”

“Umph-hmph...” Brad agreed, playing his fingers across my barely covered asshole.

I rocked my hips, grinding my humid sex against his trapped cock. My tits ached and I winced as he began to suckle even harder, working his jaw and pulling at the pale skin of my neck. I felt a sharp pain as he really bit down on my sensitive flesh. Too hard, I thought for a second, but then he relaxed and drew deep with his lungs, and I knew he’d done exactly as I’d asked.

My bikini top had come loose and I slipped the strings over my head, tossing it away. Brad leaned back and watched as slipped off his muscular thighs and onto the floor. I knelt before my handsome black lover with eager anticipation. I untied his swim trunks and tugged them downward. He lifted his butt off the bed and I licked my lips as his erection was pulled downward briefly, only to spring upward and slap his hard belly when it came free.

Brad’s cock was every bit as perfect as I’d imagined. He had to be seven inches long, at least, probably eight and twice as thick as my husband’s very average member. He kept himself shaved neat and clean, and I liked that look a lot, especially his hairless scrotum. The man had plum-sized balls filled with potent African sperm and I wanted every drop.

“These are mine,” I told him, finding his warm brown eyes with mine and licking my lips. “My cock, baby. My balls. Say it.”

“Oh yeah...” he agreed with a deep-throated groan. “I’m all yours, Pamela.”

I hefted his heavy penis in my hand, more than satisfied with its size and shape. The dark chocolate color and pronounced veins leading from the base to the smooth glans fascinated me. I’d always lusted after black men and I’d long given up on trying to control my taboo desires. Instead, I’d embraced the idea of cheating on my white boyfriends and eventually cuckolding my hapless husband.

“Uh-huh.” I kept his erection in my fist, although I couldn’t possibly encircle the shaft completely, and brought my mouth to his scrotum. I lapped at his soft skin and kissed Brad’s hidden orbs, working my tongue and pursed lips over and under and around his generous sack.

“That feels good,” Brad sighed. His hands were on my head, his fingers digging into my hair as my scrunchy became loose.

“You like that?” I teased, red-faced and licking my lips. “Lift your legs. I got something else you’re gonna like.”

Brad grabbed his legs just behind his knees and pulled upward to expose his black asshole to my lewd attention. I covered his sphincter with my parted lips and worked the tip of my tongue around his puckered anus. My nose was buried in his scrotum and all I could smell was the man’s sexy musk. His asshole tasted delicious, salty with sweat and slightly acrid as I worked my tongue along his crack and across his anus.

“Fucking Jesus...” he groaned, letting go of his legs so he could wrap them around my shoulders. The man had me trapped, unable to do anything but French kiss my lover’s dirty asshole.

“Uh-hmmph,” I agreed. Fucking Jesus was right.

I reached around his hip and began slowly jerking his fat prick while I rimmed his black ass. I brought my other hand close to my chin and began to gently push my middle finger into his rectum. I kept licking around that slow penetration, keeping his stretched anus nice and lubricated with spit. Brad grunted and pushed against the intrusion, which only loosened his asshole even more.

When I pulled my finger free, it was easy to shove more than just the tip of my tongue inside his relaxed hole. The flavor was strong, as you might imagine, but it didn’t bother me at all. I loved eating black ass and my lovers never complained.

After about ten or maybe fifteen minutes, I needed a break. My lips were bruised and my tongue felt thick. It was hard work, but the expression of pure lust on Brad’s face was all the reward I needed. His cock had been leaking precum under my fingers as I’d never let go of his penis. He relaxed his legs and I sat back on my heels, breathless and giggly as I drank cool air into my lungs.

“Nice...” Brad whispered, smiling as I removed my bikini bottom.

The triangular gusset had been enough to cover my thrumming clit and plump labia, but only barely. I’d suffered through a Brazilian wax after buying that tiny bikini and my pubis was soft and smooth and well oiled with cocoa butter. My husband had been pleased, but I hadn’t done it for him. I much preferred watching David bury his face in a thick nest of sticky pubic hair to reach the salty spend of another man’s balls.

After we returned home, I would let my pubic hair grow back so that on our next holiday, my pubes would curl around the edges of my bikini for everyone to see. Doubtless I would find another well-hung black man to fuck me senseless while my husband spent some quality time with our children. But for the moment, my vulva was smooth as silk and glistened with desperate arousal.

Now that we were both completely naked, I climbed back onto the man’s lap, pressing Brad’s swollen cock beneath my pussy so that the long dark shaft stood upright along the crease of my ass. I undulated in his arms, grinding myself against him so that the wetness spilling from my pussy mixed with the sweat and oil that already covered his gorgeous body.

I hugged him tightly, rubbing my tits against his body like I’d done before, but this was better. We were completely undressed and all I could feel was him. Brad’s tongue filled my mouth and I nursed on it eagerly. I couldn’t get enough of simply kissing the man. I wasn’t looking for an emotional connection, but it was there nonetheless and I wasn’t surprised or disappointed. I needed that connection to satisfy my lust and if I felt any guilt at all, that would be the reason why. I always fell in love with the men I fucked.

Brad was a large man, strong and fit and hard with muscle as I said. I loved his body and after eating his ass, I needed to taste his cock as well. I dragged my lips along his jaw and neck, down his chest and over his ribs. Overwhelmed with desire, I kissed and licked the man’s hairy armpit, and the pungent masculine odor filled my senses. The chemistry was undeniable as I felt immersed in the sort of male sexuality that my poor husband could never muster.

At the same time, I slid my hips away from his and felt his black cock forced downward beneath my ass. I rode Brad’s long shaft with my naked slit. My greasy labia had grown long and distended, and they spread easily around his erection leaving a slick trail of female lubricant behind. A few inches more and his erection stood free between us, thick with lust and drooling clear precum.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked, licking my lips and teasing him with my bright blue eyes.

“Definitely.” Brad nodded, stroking my dirty blonde hair so that my scrunchy finally slipped off completely.

I leaned backward, striking a pose as I fluffed my hair and shook my head. Despite having two children, I hadn’t yet turned thirty and I knew how beautiful I looked to a man like Brad. He wasn’t interested in some child fresh out of high school, or the fake trophy wives prowling the local clubs, he wanted a real woman, with real appetites.

“Do you like my body?” I asked.

Brad’s dark eyes shone with desire. “You’re incredible, Pam.”

“What about my little white pussy?” I teased, reaching down to rub my thrumming clitoris. “Do you want to cum inside my married cunt, baby?”

“Oh shit.” He leaned forward and kissed my nipples, first one and then the other.

“But I want you to cum in my mouth first,” I told him, sliding lower and teasing his firm body with my teeth. “That way you’ll last longer when we fuck.”

“No. Maybe your husband can fuck you...” he breathed, leaning backwards against the padded headboard.

“Heh!” I giggled. “I haven’t let my husband fuck me in years.”

“ ... but I’m going to make love to you, Pamela.”

“Even better,” I sighed, holding his fat cock with both hands.

It was nice and clean, the skin smooth as silk over the veiny shaft. His foreskin had been pulled upward so that the smooth head of his penis was covered nearly completely.

I’d been with a few uncircumcised men before and I always enjoyed the change of pace. I kissed and licked the shaft, marveling at how wonderfully long Brad’s cock really was. I’d guessed seven inches at first sight, but now that I could purse my lips and slide my kiss along the underside, I changed my mind. Brad was definitely eight solid inches of beautiful black cock, and so much better than my husband’s little white dick.

“God, I love this fucking cock,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Brad held his breath as I pushed the skin upward, rolling his prepuce over the purplish head of his penis. I kept it there with one hand and used the other to stretch the soft wrinkled opening with my finger. I soon worked my tongue inside his foreskin, pinching the loose skin between my lips and even using my teeth to gently chew on him. I don’t know why I enjoyed it so much, but I did and only when Brad became impatient did I peel his foreskin back and close my mouth around the smooth head.

I could take about a third of his cock into my mouth before we ran out of room. The head nudged the entrance to my throat and I didn’t gag or choke at all. I had sucked a lot of cock and knew what to expect. More than a few of my black lovers had been pretty large as I tended to reject the guys who were merely average. I cradled Brad’s smooth scrotum and fondled his heavy balls. His sack was warm and soft as satin, and his testicles were proportional to his gorgeous dick. Just one of them filled my hand and I loved the sheer weight of his cum-filled eggs.

As much as I wanted to take the man into my throat, I just couldn’t quite open wide enough and that’s precisely why I’d never gone down on my husband. Not only because I didn’t want him demanding a blowjob every night, but more because there was simply no satisfaction to be found in sucking his thin white dick. I needed a cock worthy of worship, like the one in front of me.

With Brad, I had to content myself with using my hands, following my lips with both fists as I worked for his creamy load. Spit and precum leaked from the corners of my mouth and provided lubricant for my fingers. His balls became wet and slippery as well, and I couldn’t get enough. I slid my left hand downward and closed my thumb and fingers around the top of his scrotum, tugging at his sack in time with my bobbing head. I had known men who loved that sort of thing and Brad wasn’t complaining.

“I’m going to cum,” he said, warning me with a low groan as I felt his buttocks clench and his stomach tighten.

I didn’t slow down or pull away. I only lifted enough to keep his cockhead in my mouth. The foreskin was pulled back completely and I tickled the underside with my tongue as I jerked him off with both hands moving rapidly along the shaft. Brad put his hands on my head, holding me steady as his erection jerked and my mouth was suddenly filled with bittersweet cum. I swallowed quickly, gulping most of that first blast down, but I couldn’t possibly keep up. Semen spurted from my lips, spilling down my fingers as I continued to pump out his salty ejaculate.

His flavor was nice and strong, somewhat sour as I swallowed noisily for his pleasure and mine. I ran my tongue around my gums to collect what remained of his orgasm, opened wide to let him see, and eagerly swallowed those thousands of potential black babies with a sigh. There were many more of Brad’s virile swimmers waiting to be set free and next time they would be aimed at my fertile womb, not my tonsils.

“That was amazing, Pam.” Brad wore a silly grin on his handsome face as I rubbed his spent cock across my lips and cheeks and chin. “Damn, your husband is a lucky man.”

“Hmmm ... He has no idea,” I agreed, smiling as I felt his semen settling nice and warm inside my tummy.

“Maybe someone should tell him,” Brad suggested with a chuckle. He was being silly, sharing in the same euphoria that I felt just then.

“Yeah. Maybe, huh?” I said, giggling and tilting my head as he pressed his palm against my flushed cheek

He played his thumb around my lips, gathering the milky remains of his orgasm and feeding it to me. I drew his digit into my mouth and suckled like a baby, watching his face and enjoying his obvious desire.

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed. “You’re going to have to give me your phone number.”

“Hmmmm...”

I glanced at the clock-radio on the nightstand and realized we’d been in his room for over an hour already. It had seemed like ten minutes to me. Talking about my husband and how lucky he may or may not have been made me smile and I wanted to share something with him. Despite everything, or perhaps because of it, I did love the man more than anything else. With the obvious exception of our children, of course, but no husband can compete with a mother’s love.

“Okay. Let me have your phone,” I said. “I’ll give you my husband’s phone number.”

“It’s in my backpack,” Brad said, gesturing towards one of the chairs where he’d left it. “Wait ... Your husband?”

I offered him a playful smirk. “Take it or leave it, baby.”

A minute later I entered my husband’s name and phone number in Brad’s contact list, and then I hit the dial button. I put it on speaker and David picked up on the fourth ring. I put a finger to my lips and shared a silent giggle with a very wide-eyed Brad.

“Hi, honey. It’s me,” I said. “Are you guys still on the beach?”

“Pam?” He sounded confused, but this was a new number, after all. “Where’s your phone?”

“I don’t have it with me.”

“You’re not in our room then.” David didn’t seem surprised at all.

“No. Brad invited me to his room,” I replied somewhat airily. “You don’t mind. Do you?”

“I guess not.” He took a deep breath. “What have you been doing?”

“Ohhh ... Just hanging out,” I sighed, showing Brad my tongue. “The usual. Getting to know each other better.”

“Hmmm...” I could hear my husband frown. “The kids are getting tired. I think they’re about done for the day.”

“Well, I’m probably going to stay here just a little bit longer,” I said, licking my lips as I watched Brad stroke his hard sticky cock. I was a bit distracted.

“A lot longer,” Brad said with a chuckle, not even trying to be quiet.

“If it’s okay with you, I mean.” I stared at the phone for a long three seconds before my husband answered.

“Yeah. Okay, Pamela. If that’s what you want to do,” David wilted quickly, as usual.

“Thanks, honey. So, just take the kids to that little restaurant on the beach,” I suggested, “and then give them a bath afterwards. Make sure you clean their ears real good.”

“What about you?” he wondered.

“I just had a little snack, but maybe we’ll order some room service later,” I replied, getting a nod from Brad. “I’m not in the mood to go out or anything.”

“And, uh...” David cleared his throat. “What time do you think you’ll get back?”

“Hmmmm...” I reached down and fingered my dripping pussy. My thighs were wet with arousal and I was so ready to take Brad’s cock for a ride. “I’m not really sure, honey. We’re having such a nice time together. Brad is super sweet, so ... Umph!”

The man had collected the precum drooling around his cockhead onto his fingers and he pushed them into my mouth one at a time. I sucked all four of them clean and then his thumb, all while holding the phone just inches from my wet lips.

“Pam? Pamela?” Dave wondered. “Are you still there?”

“Sorry, um ... Brad made a mess and I just had to clean it up, so...” I giggled. “Sorry about that, honey.

“Oh.”

“Anyway, just watch some television or read your book,” I suggested. “After you put the kids to sleep, maybe you can order something sexy on the pay-per-view.”

“I don’t think so,” David sighed.

“Oh, honey. It’s your vacation, too,” I reminded him. “I just want you to have fun.”

Brad shook his head and I just shrugged.

“Well, it’s up to you,” I said. “But seriously, you don’t have to wait up for me if it starts getting late.”

“That’s what I thought,” he sighed, and I almost felt bad for my husband. I sometimes thought he deserved a better wife than me, but probably not. Another woman would have spoiled him far too much.

“I love you, honey.” I pursed my cum stained lips and made wet kissy sounds, but I was looking at Brad.

“I love you too, Pamela,” David said, and then caught me just in time - “Hey! Wait! Pam? Are you there?”

“Uh-huh. What is it?”

“What room are you in?” he asked. “Just in case, you know, something comes up and I need to find you.”

I looked at Brad, because I hadn’t been paying any attention at all on our way up from the beach. “What’s your room number again?”

He narrowed his eyes, perhaps thinking he would be inviting trouble if we told my husband where to find me. “It’s five-twelve,” he finally said, pushing himself off the bed.

“Five one two,” I told David. “I’ll send you a text later, okay? You don’t have to worry. Brad’s really great.”

“Yeah, well...” my husband sighed. “I guess I’ll see you later then. Love you.”

“Bye.” I turned off the phone, watching Brad and shaking my head. He had decided to flip the sturdy security latch on the door.

“Just in case,” he said, taking his phone out of my hand and setting it on the nightstand. “I don’t know the guy.”

“Don’t worry about my husband,” I said, guiding Brad to sit on the edge of the bed. “He knows his place.”

“Why would you want to stay with someone like that?” he wondered, lying on his back with his knees bent at the edge of the mattress.

“Because he loves me.” I crawled over him, straddling the man with my knees on either side of his hips. “Because he’s a good husband...”

I reached beneath me and rubbed Brad’s big black cock against my pussy, searching for the entrance leading to my womb.

“ ... and he’s a wonderful father for my children.”

I winced as I felt the swollen glans pushing past the smallish mouth of my vagina and suddenly seem to pop inside. I gasped and giggled, and just knew this guy was going to be a perfect fit once my body started to adjust.

“Ummm ... Yeah.” He smiled up at me as I sank slowly down on his rigid penis. “Jesus, you’re so tight, Pam.”

“You’re so big,” I countered. “We’ll have to take it nice and slow.”

I loved fucking well endowed men in the cowgirl position, at least the first time around. I could control everything. I took his cock only as deep as I wanted and at the pace I set for us. Brad grabbed my hips and squeezed, and made it clear that he wanted to speed things up, but I shook my head and smiled.

“Nice and slow, remember?” I had my hands flat on his chest and used my legs to work my pussy up and down his fat shaft.

“I can’t help it,” he sighed. “You feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

“Uh-huh...” I couldn’t have agreed with him more, but I wanted to make this last.

My husband would be sitting downstairs trying to coax our kids into eating something other than chicken nuggets and French fries. I had a mental image of him sitting alone in the restaurant surrounded by other patrons who would be wondering why. Especially the wives. My David was very handsome and other women always noticed. He had children and a wedding ring, and an empty seat where his wife should be.

I just knew Kyle would ask him at least a half-dozen times, “Where did Mommy go, Daddy?”

And Lily might wonder, “Did she go with the chocolate man, Daddy?”

Would Dave tell them the truth? Would he tell our son that Mommy’s making a baby with her chocolate friend? I could almost hear him say, “Don’t worry, guys. She’ll be home soon. Now eat your carrots.” Or would he invent a wonderful lie that only a child would believe, and perhaps cuckolded husbands as well?

“Oh God! Fuck me now!” I groaned, letting myself fall onto Brad’s chest.

I kissed his mouth, giving him my tongue and he didn’t seem to care that I’d been eating his ass and then his spunk not so long before. He caressed it with his own and after a few seconds chased me from his mouth into mine. Brad’s hands squeezed my ass and he started thrusting upward with his hips. I wasn’t stopping the man or slowing him down. I let him fuck me as hard and fast as he wanted. The odd imagery of my husband and kids was part of my fantasy and I was going to cum soon.

With a sharp gasp, I met his thrust with a final desperate push of my own. I shut my eyes as they became wet. The tip of Brad’s erection had found something soft and sensitive at the very bottom of my pussy. He’d run out of room and my tender flesh protested with a jolt of pain and pleasure that pushed me over the edge. How many guys had been able to find my C-spot with their long cocks? Not very many and it was one of the best orgasms I’d had in years.

I kissed him again. I loved kissing. I couldn’t get enough of his lips and tongue, and his fingers digging into my butt as he drove his cock into me over and over. It was good, hard sex and I had several orgasms over the next ten or fifteen minutes. He couldn’t fuck me for hours at a time, no man can do that, but a good fifteen minutes was more than enough. I was giggling and crying and kissing his face as one orgasm rolled into another.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked, and I blinked and shook my head.

“No...” I whimpered. “I want to feel it. Please. I want you inside me.”

“Yeah. Me too,” he agreed, wild eyed and grinning, and pushing his butt off the bed with his legs flat on the floor.

I could feel his cock spasm and jerk. The distinct sensation of his semen spurting into the depths of my clasping pussy was beautiful. He kept moving for several minutes, not stopping until long after his climax had finished.