Monica Fontana’s husband, a surgeon in upstate New York, wanted her to accompany him to his annual physicians convention. In previous years, they went together to Honolulu, San Diego, Las Vegas, New Orleans, or Austin. This year it was Orlando. “I hate Florida and I hate Orlando. I won’t go.” No amount of pleading would work on his headstrong wife of 20 years. “Let me go to a place I want to visit, like Trinidad or Barbados.” Her husband raised his eyebrows slightly. He was aware that Ruth regularly enjoyed the company of black college boys. He saw the photos on her computer that she sent to her lovers: selfies of her baring her tits or showing her shaved pussy. He also saw the photos that the boys took of her as they had sex with her in various college town hotels. He had his own liaisons with various young nurses and he surmised that she knew about them, as he did hers. Neither wanted to bring up the subject. A Mexican standoff, so to speak.

She booked two weeks at a resort outside of Kingston, Jamaica. On the drive from the airport, she struck up a conversation with the driver:

Monica: Do you have many fares to this resort?

Driver: Yes ma’m. Many women from the US, come to get some black men. You may find some local black men dere dat you can hook up wit’.

Monica: Is there anywhere else local where I can meet some--uh--well-hung black men?

Driver: Certainly ma’am. I can take you to several places. You want one at a time, or maybe you like dem in toos or trees?

Monica: Yes, all and everything, I’m comfortable with having many partners at the same time.

Driver: I can help you wit’ dat ma’am. What name are you using ma’am, so I can contact you at dee hotel?

Monica: Fontana is my name, and yours?

Driver: Jack-son ma’am.

The taxi enters the resort and stops in the pickup area by the main doors.

Driver: We are here, ma’am. I will see if we can arrange a meeting with two or three men in your hotel room for tomorrow night at 7 o’clock.

Monica: That’s perfect. Thank you. And thank you for the ride from the airport. You are a gentleman, and I would like to couple with you also, at least once, if you like.

The driver smiled and nodded.

Driver: Perhaps I will be one of the men who visits you tomorrow?

Monica: I would like that very much. See you then, Jackson.

This photo was taken day after her arrival in Jamaica. On the left is the taxi driver Jackson, and on the right is his cricketer friend Daniel. They started on Monica in her room at 12:30 and by 6pm they had each cum three times in her. Monica stopped counting her orgasms as the men explored her vagina, rectum and throat with their large black erections. The trio cleaned up and the men bought her dinner.

After dinner, they introduced her to another friend from the cricket team, and they retreated again to her room and the three men took turns on her until 11pm. Monica was sore in all her holes the next day, but with Jackson’s help, was soon “back at it” and by the end of the week had taken her pleasures with 8 different black cocks.

Not yet satisfied, and after two excursions to the downtown Kingston swinger’s club, where she was the featured guest both times, her body count for the trip had soared to 32, not counting the repeats—lots of repeats. She’s already booked the same hotel for next year.