    Title: Fantasy Vacation
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: Jim and Beth travel to a resort in Jamaica. They meet up with a
    stunning redhead, which Jim becomes infatuated with, causing Beth to get
    jealous. She in turn seeks out comfort int he arms of a much younger and
    well-hung Jamaican Male, just to get back at ehr husband. Or is she?
    Keywords: M/F, inter, romance

They stepped off the plane in paradise. Actually, it's Kingston, Jamaica. But, it's January 26th, and earlier in the day they were in very snowy and very cold Battle Creek, Michigan. The couple strode towards the gate entrance, along with the rest of the plane load of passengers. They looked to be the typical Midwestern couple on vacation. Late-forties, and a bit out of shape, but very much happy to be somewhere warm.

They walked arm in arm, both dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, bearing the name of where their son attends college, Notre Dame. He's a somewhat successful small business owner, and she the typical hard to please housewife. Entering the terminal, they went through customs, picked up their luggage, and found the resort shuttle, which took them on their way to the resort, which shall go nameless. It's one of the many all-inclusive joints on the island of Jamaica, promising like the others a place for where couples can let go of their inhibitions, and let themselves feel young again.

After an hour drive, they arrived at the resort, as the sun set in the western sky. The shuttle bus was filled with six other couples, and they all chatted away, although the Michigan couple never paid much attention to the others, just saying yes and no answers, and admiring the view of the island from their seats on the bus.

Check in was fast, and soon they were in their bungalow, unpacking their bags. She smiled, as she placed her wardrobe bag in the closet, then looked at herself in the mirror. At five-four and a hundred and twenty pounds, she still had a good figure, although her 34B breasts did sag a lot. She looked at her hubby, all six foot of him. He’s aged not as well as she, as she sighed, but she was still very glad she had latched onto him. She let her long, black hair down, as he returned to the bed to finish unpacking.

He turned and placed his shirts and pants in a drawer of the tall dresser, as she said "Jim, why don't you go see about getting us our wine."

He turned, grinning, saying "Okay Beth, I will."

As he left, she pulled her hot sweatshirt off, and undid the clasp of her black bra, and took it off, cupping her breasts in the mirror, and smiled. Although they were small, and sagged, she was till proud that she never put on much weight, her tummy still rather flat, as she gazed in the mirror. And turning, she bent and lowered her panties, her dark haired bush coming into view. Neatly trimmed, that area has provided her husband many years of pleasure, pleasure which has been returned countless times.

He was soon back, finding her dressed in a black teddy, laying on her side on the big, king size bed, propped up by her elbow, smiling seductively at him. He grinned, as he took the bottle of wine, and opened it as he went to the bar, and procured a pair of glasses, pouring each glass half full with the clear, pale yellow liquid. He grabbed a glass in each hand, and came to be, and after sitting down next to his wife, he offered her a glass, which she took and sipped smoothly between her thin lips.

The liquid felt good, and made her feel warm, as she reached for the fly of his slacks, and rubbing his rising tent with her hand. He lowered his face to hers, and they kissed, at first just a graze of the lips, but the second time, lips parted, and each felt their tongues touch, both feeling the lust building in their loins. It was the beginning of a lust filled night, as soon both were naked, enjoying the pleasure of what the flesh had to offer. He drove her to orgasmic bliss five times during the course of the night. His fingers, tongue and cock worked the hardest than they had in years, as he filled her tight, mature cunt three times, and her warm, wet mouth once, before both crashed in each others arms, covered in sweat and the grime of sex.

They woke late in the morning, and after satisfying their erotic desires once more, they went and showered together, before having breakfast brought to their cabana. They then set out for the pool, where they quickly discovered her tiny, two piece string bikini was a bit overdressed, as the pool was clothes free. At first, they were embarrassed by all the naked flesh, but when in Rome, do as the Romans. She chuckled, as he took off his trunks, and laid down on his belly, trying to hide a partial erection.

Beth wasn't about to go that far, as she reached behind her back, and undid the strings, and pulled the top off, her pale white breasts visible for all to see. She smiled, noticing that no one was rally paying much attention to them, as she picked up a magazine out of her bag, and started reading it.

The two of them left for lunch, and by then, Jim was comfortable being naked, and surrounded by just as naked bodies. Beth was still a bit hesitant to bare her black haired bush. But after a good lunch, they went down to the beach with their large towels, and she went for broke, dropping her bottoms as she joined her hubby in the warm, salty Caribbean Sea water.

They played like teens, touching each other, and hugging and kissing in the gentle surf. By dinner time, they were exhausted and hungry, as they got out of the water, and returned to their cabana. Another shower, and once donning dress clothes, they went to the resorts restaurant, for a very filling dinner. The evening was spent in the nightclub, drinking and dancing, and watching the crowd, as most were like them, on vacation to unwind and have a good damn time.

And once back at their cabana, it was hot and heavy, as they immediately stripped each other, before falling on the bed in a very passionate sixty-nine. She was very grateful for a husband that can cater to her needs in the sack. As he got her off as much as she did him, if not more.

The second full day of their much needed vacating started like the first, a good fuck, and a good breakfast. Then a return to the pool. Once settled down at pool side on the lounge chairs, they were talking softly, and checking out the other guests. Some were definitely a sight to be hold. Others were rather normal. All shapes and sizes, and all pretty much couples.

But one lady caught Beth's eye, and Jim's too. A stunning redhead, tall, slender, shaved crotch and in possession of some rather nice store bought tits. The two of them snickered, as they talked about them. Beth guessed the woman to be in her thirties, a good ten years their junior. Eventually, they went on to other topics, forgetting all about the redhead.

They were returning form lunch, when they came around a corner, and Beth literally walked right into the redhead, as both women said "Oh, so sorry.", before going on. Both Jim and Beth picked up on the heavy British accent of the lady, as they giggled.

Jim quietly asked "So, did they feel any different?"

Beth smirked, playfully smacking her husband, as they returned to the pool. No sign of the redhead the rest of the day, as the two of them relaxed, swam, and sunned.

They went to the restaurant later than the previous night, and then to the resorts nightclub. A live reggae band was playing, and they got up and danced a few times, liquored up, and happy. Sitting at their booth, they were well into another round, when someone approached, and leaned down, whispering into Beth's ear, "Mind if I dance with your hubby."

She recognized the British voice as that of the redhead, and stunned, she turned her face and replied loudly over the music, "No, go right ahead."

The redhead came around, and took Jim's hand, and they headed for the dance floor. Beth watched attentively for the whole song, her husband and the redhead out there, swaying to the Jamaican beat. Her gaze turned to a glare when they stayed out for another song. And then a third. When they returned, the redhead sat down with them, and they started talking. Well, the redhead and Jim did. Beth felt like a bump on a log.

It was after midnight when she finally was able to drag Jim back to their cabana. He was quite drunk, feeling no pain as he staggered along, with her guiding him down the path. He had danced three more times with the redhead, who announced to both of them, her name being Veronica. And Beth was far from happy. Her loving husband flirting with this younger, drop dead gorgeous redhead all damn evening. They were about there, when Jim fell on his face, and Beth was trying to get him to his feet. She had never seen him like this before, and was getting quite pissed off at him and the world, when she heard a voice of a Jamaican male "Need help, pretty lady?"

She turned, seeing the form of a large, black man. He was wearing shorts and a colorful print shirt, and was very muscular. She felt her knees get weak, taking in the sight of his body. She stammered out, "Yes, can you help me get my husband to our cabana."

The black man grinned, and bent down, effortlessly pulling Jim to his feet, and putting an arm around him, said "Lead the way, pretty lady."

Her face showed a half-smile, as she turned and walked on down the path, hearing the big guy helping her husband along. She opened the door, and he carried him in, setting Jim down on the couch in the living room. He stood back up, and she said "Thank you, sir."

He turned, and smiled at the thin black haired white lady, saying "My name is Thomas, pretty lady. Glad I could be of some help." He walked past her, and out the door, shutting it behind him. She stood there, feeling a bit weak, and then looked at her husband. She smiled, sad that he wasn't going to be able to put out the sudden fire in her loins, as she went and grabbed a blanket, and covered her passed out husband where he laid. She went into the bedroom by herself, horny and wanting the needs of her husband, taking what seemed like forever to fall asleep.

Morning came, and she woke alone, reaching out for Jim, but not finding him. Then the memory of last night, and she sat up, a sour look on her face. She went out to the living room, and woke up her husband, with him looking at her with just a sour look. Neither were in a good mood, as they ate in silence, and eventually went to the pool.

Her mood got nastier, as they weren't there an hour when Veronica appeared, naked and in all her glory. And Beth was wanting to spit out nails, as the shapely redhead took a seat on the other side of a blithering Jim. Beth rolled her eyes skyward, as the two of them talked. She sat there fuming, when she suddenly saw him. It was the large black man that helped her last night. He smiled at her, and she turned her head away, not acknowledging his gaze. Jim asked her something, she didn't know what, and she didn't care, just saying the word "Yes."

She turned her gaze back towards Thomas. He was sitting on the other side of the pool, naked as she, and his large black cock, although limp, was laying across his thigh. She thought to her self that she had never seen such a piece of male anatomy, as it was a good seven inches, and very thick. She wondered what it would look like fully erect. Thinking about it, she realized she was getting aroused, as her dark nipples were sticking up off her breasts.

She looked at Jim, engrossed in conversation still with that redhead bitch Veronica. She was wanting the fire put out, and he obviously wasn't going to be of any use. So she stood, and walked down the steps into the pool. She swam to the deep end, to the left of where they had been sitting, and crossed her arms up on the concrete edge of the pool, and rested her chin on her forearm. A few minutes later, she heard Thomas's voice, "Out for a swim? Or just resting, pretty lady."

She smiled, but quickly wiped it off her face, as she turned and saw him grab the edge of the concrete to her left. "Just resting, and enjoying the Jamaican warmth." She wanted to look down, to see his big cock, but she didn't. Although her will power was wavering.

He smiled, his white teeth framed by his black lips. "Yes, it's a grand life here. Will you be visiting the island for a week?"

"Just about, um, Thomas, isn't it?"

He nodded his head, "Ahh, you remember d my name. This is good." He looked over at her husband, still chatting with Veronica, and he said "Looks like your husband is recovering nicely from the drinks last night."

She said coolly, "Yes, he's doing rather well, I would say."

He then said "Forgive me, pretty lady, but I never got your name."

She still wouldn't allow herself to smile, and she wasn't too sure if she should even be talking to this dark stranger, but she surprised herself, saying "Elizabeth."

"That's a pretty name, goes well for your looks."

She was grinning inside, this man looked to be half her age, and he's obviously hitting on her. She turned her body, both now facing each other as they floated in the warm water. Her bare breasts now available for him to see. And she was happily surprised when she saw that this eyes didn't lower, not looking down below her chin, to take in the view of her small boobies. "Thank you, Thomas. I appreciate a man's flattery."

"You're welcome, Elizabeth." He looked up at the sun, "Well, I must be going, I need a bite to eat. Maybe I'll see you later, huh?"

Finally, she cracked a smile, saying "Yes, maybe you will." She turned around, her back to the side of the pool, as she watched him swim to the steps, and walk out. He walked towards his chair, his tall, muscular body, the water running off of it, as well as his hanging meat. She had a hell of a time keeping her mouth shut, and a wonderful feeling came to her pussy, as she treaded water.

She watched as he picked up his towel, and dried off. And then she looked around, and chuckled, as other women were eyeing him up and down as well, taking in the sight of this well built male. A male that could probably have any of these fine, respectable white ladies, but so far today, had only talked to her. And she was ready to kick herself, as she saw her Jim sitting there, talking away. The temptation was there, a mighty big temptation at that. And that Veronica, sitting there coyly, as she talked her whole body wiggling about, including those large tits of hers.

Beth swam to the side by where her husband was sitting, and pulled herself up and out of the water. Jim looked up, smiling as he watched his thin, lovely wife approach, and grab a towel. She said "You hungry Jim?"

He replied "Um, yeah, I guess I could eat." Then his face turned to Veronica, and asked "How about you? You hungry?"

Beth froze, an icy glare on her face, as she looked at her husband. And if Veronica saw it, it didn't seem to faze her, as she said "Sure, why not?" The two stood, and the three of them wrapped themselves in towels, heading to the cafe to grab a bite to eat. Afterwards, Jim announced to Beth that he wanted to Parasail, and wanted to know if she wanted to join him and Veronica in it. She declined, made even more furious by her husband wanting to go off with the fiery redhead.

So after lunch, she went to her cabana, and sat and fumed for an hour. Then, she decided she was here to have fun and relax, so lets have it. She grabbed her beach bag, and headed for the beach, found a lounge chair, stripped off her sarong, and laid out in the shade, while having the waiter bring her a Mai Tai. She smiled when she saw the parasail rising above the water, wondering if Jim and Veronica were up there. And being in the mood she was in, hoping for a rough landing.

And she was happy to see her new friend Thomas, as he was strolling the beach. She called out his name, and waved, and he came to where she was sitting. He pulled up another lounge chair, and dropped his shorts before sitting down, causing a big smile to come to her face. They talked for the next few hours, with him telling her about life on the island. And she told him about life in the states, and about her family.

It wasn't long before she realized it was close to dinner time, as he said good-bye, as he asked her if she would be at the nightclub tonight, maybe he would dance with her. She grinned, saying that that would be nice.

Once in the cabana she was so horny. The whole time she sat next to the man, she kept glancing over at his big, long flaccid black cock. She thought to reshelf, that she never tried a cock that big before. Then she laughed, as Jim had the only cock she had ever had. And her mind was reeling, wondering if she should go for it, or not. She waited for her husband, and eventually he showed up. He had a meek look about him, and she knew something was up. She smiled, stood, and came to him, dropping to her knees, and taking his cock out of his shorts, and sucked away. He mumbled something incoherently, as his organ throbbed in her hot, moist mouth.

His cock tasted salty, from the waters of the sea, and she was frigging her clit through the fabric of the sarong. Her oral ministrations quickly got him off, as he blasted a thick rope of cum into the back of her mouth, just as she let out a moan, as her own self-induced orgasm tore through her body.

She let go of his spent rod, and stood, a satisfied look on her face, as she kissed Jim, saying "Sorry, I was getting hungry." He smirked, as they went on to dinner. And she was happy that there was no Veronica. But also sad, as no sign of Thomas, either.

She surprised him, as they were back in their cabana, saying "Let's go back to the nightclub this evening."

He said "Well, uh, okay." So they showered, and dressed, and headed towards the nightclub once again. It was packed, and they found a booth. She looked around, but all were white folk, so no Thomas. They danced for an hour, drank some rum drinks, and danced some more. But still no Thomas. And no Veronica, either, she noted with a smile.

She didn't remember the walk back to their cabana, nor not much of the wild sex they had upon reaching their cabana late that night, save for bits and pieces. Her ear piercing screams of joy knocked her to her senses a few times, but for the most part, she was in a liquor induced fog.

She woke to find herself alone in the big bed. The clock read noon, and she about shit. She found a note from Jim, saying that Veronica came over at ten, and the two of them were going sightseeing on the island.

She was seeing red. 'The bastard!' she thought. They partied together and loved together all damn night, and then he goes off with that fuckin redhead. She showered and went to eat lunch. Then as she was returning to her cabana, she saw him. And she smiled. She called his name, saying "Hello Thomas."

He turned, "Oh, good afternoon Elizabeth. So sorry I didn't make it to the nightclub last night. Did you miss me?"

She smiled demurely, responding "Yes, I so much was looking forward to a dance." then she sighed, before saying "So, to make it up to me, could you show me the sights of the island?"

He grinned, as he said "Why sure, Elizabeth. Let's go now. There's actually a tour bus leaving each hour, we can make it if we hurry."

She smiled, as he took her small, white hand in his big black one, tugging her along. The tour was good, as they visited Dunn’s Falls, and a few other places, which she really didn't pay too much attention too. She was too engrossed in studying the big, bulking black frame of her new friend.

Once back at the resort, they disembarked from the bus, and she looked at her watch, seeing it was almost time for dinner. She grinned, saying "You owe me a dance tonight, Thomas."

He smiled, "Sure thing, Elizabeth. But I may not be there until about nine."

She squeezed his hand in hers saying "That's fine. I'll be waiting."

She found Jim sitting in the cabana, on the couch, and she ignored him as she walked by. He got up and followed her, saying "Veronica is meeting us for dinner, is that okay?"

Her pulse quickened, and her face grew red with anger. But she didn't loose her self-control, as she said through her clenched teeth, "Sure, that will be fine."

She stripped down, and put on a short mini-skirt, and a halter top. Not even bothering with panties or bra, as she said "I think I'll go dancing tonight again. You think Veronica would be up for that?" She said it sarcastically, with a smile, but she noticed it went right over his head.

He smiled, "Yeah, I bet she would. Her and I had such a great time together today."

She smiled, as she went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, wanting to scream at him in the worse way. She was thinking that he's too busy lusting after that damn big breasted redhead, and ignoring her own needs.

Dinner was quick, and afterwards, they went into the lounge for a drink. The sun was just about to set, as Jim and Veronica talked about what they had done today. But it was all lost on Beth, as she had her eye on Thomas, who was sitting at another table by himself. And as the three of them drank, Beth smiled, and eased the short hem of her skirt up, flashing Thomas. His smile got bigger, as they all drank another round.

She was brought back to her senses, as Jim said "Hey Beth, let's head to the nightclub."

Beth eagerly said "Sure!" as the three of them stood, and headed for the other building. She wasn't surprised when her husband went to the dance floor with Veronica. But she really didn't care. And it didn't bother her as she watched them out there, her hands roaming the cheeks of his ass, while his hands were groping her big breasts through the knit top she was wearing. As a matter of fact, they stayed out there for three songs, when Thomas finally walked through the door. Beth saw him enter, and her face glowed, as he walked directly over to her, and offered her his hand. She accepted it, and she was pulled onto the dance floor, where they embraced, dancing close as the reggae beat played.

She damn near fainted, feeling his large member, as it pressed through the fabric of his slacks against her belly. And his hands palmed the cheeks of her ass, the gentle kneading sending shivers of excitement through her body. She lost all track of time, and the number of songs they danced too, not moving apart, her in his big strong black arms. And when she finally looked about, there was no sign of Jim and Veronica.

She wasn't alarmed at first, but then the more she thought about it, the more she wondered where they were. She suddenly pushed Thomas away, saying "Come on"

He followed her out the door, and they walked the path towards the cabanas. Their footsteps were light and silent, and a noise caught her attention. A slurping noise. She froze in her tracks, and let her eyes adjust, as well as her ears. The noise was off to her left, in a small sitting area that she had seen many times the past few days. With her hand in that of Thomas’s, she followed her ears, and came to the edge of the dense foliage. There were path lights, giving her enough light to see by. But the groan told her what she didn't need to see. It was Jim's groan, and there he was, standing with his back to her and Thomas, his pants down to his knees, and all she could see of Veronica, was her fingers along the side of his hips, his thrusting hips, as he fucked the redhead's mouth.

Beth was furious, and was about to say something, but Thomas cupped the palm of his hand over her mouth, and whispered into her ear, "Let us watch, Elizabeth."

She wasn't sure about this, but when she felt the wide fingers of Thomas reaching up underneath her skirt, and run along her bare slit, she felt like her pussy was going to explode. She closed her eyes, feeling her body give to the desires she has. And the sounds of her husband, the unmistakable grunt of when he shoots his load, was making her insane with lust.

She turned her face towards Thomas, kissing his ear, and whispering into it, "Your place."

They turned and walked quietly away. She had a million things racing through her mind, things telling her that this was wrong, and that what Jim was doing was wrong. But she had a desire, a desire to try this stallions cock.

The time it took to reach his cabana felt like an eternity to her, her heart feeling like it way going to explode, as was her drenched pussy. She soon found herself in the same positing as she had seen Veronica just second before, only she was sitting on the edge of a bed, her mouth trying in vain to take his whole cock, but only getting three quarters of the ten inches of thick, throbbing black meat. Her nostrils were flared out, as she couldn't breathe though her stuffed mouth, but she was thoroughly enjoying the taste and smell of his tool.

He didn't take long to grunt and stiffen, as his cock flooded her mouth with his massive load. She greedily swallowed it all, the silky cum swirling around in her mouth, before heading to her stomach. And she was more than just thrilled, when she pulled his cock out from between her lips, and saw how hard it still was.

She couldn't believe her own voice, as she leaned back, lifting her skirt to show him her pantyless twat, and said "Fuck me!"

Thomas grinned, taking his tool in his hand and guiding it to her hole. As his black snake worked into her, she gasped loudly. Then, she was surprised at how it came so quickly. A powerful explosion throughout her thin body, her whole body shaking as his cock sank in to his balls, as she had one of the biggest cums of her life, as she called out to all to hear that she was enjoying the first cock other than her loving husband.

She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, as she looked down between her thighs to the glistening, black monster as it withdrew from her tight snatch. He reached up, pulling her top down to her waist, and grabbed her small tits with his hands, as he sank into her again, making her moan lustfully. She lifted her legs, placing her ankles up by his ears on his broad shoulders, and just leaned back onto her elbows, arching her back, and let him fuck away. It felt so good to her, her clit riding his shaft, and she could feel another orgasm coming along quickly.

His slow pace picked up, as he too was starting to be overcome with his own desire, as he was watching his pecker slide in and out of Beth's pale, white pussy lips. And her cunt felt great, the walls of which she was flexing, milking his shaft, trying to get him to shoot off into her. Soon, he was fucking her hard, his big, heavy balls slapping her ass, as she grunted with each thrust, having a minor orgasmic trembler about every other minute, as she enjoyed the feeling of his talents. An when he came, his pulsating jets of cum triggered another major cum for her, as she felt as if her pussy was wanting even more.

She was awake now, and looked over at the window, seeing the morning sun just starting to make the sky glow in the eastern sky. She smiled, as she laid there, on top of her black lover Thomas. She scooted down, as she recounted the past thirty-six hours, of how it all began. Her catching Jim and Veronica in the act, and how she and Thomas made for his cabana for the start of a wild night of sexual antics, and following day and another night, of even more uninhibited sex. After that first round of him taking her hot body, he went down on her, licking her clean before starting anew. Again and again he took her body, on top of her, beside her, from behind, and with her ending the first night while she rode his beef, for what turned out to be two solid hours.

She woke the first morning to a sore pussy, but it wasn't tired in the least. They showered together, and he took her there as well. With her tits and belly up against the wall, he held her up by her hips, as he sank his ebony tool of love from behind, fucking her until the water ran cold. And that didn't even slow him down. The cool water felt great on her over sexed hot skin.

They then had breakfast brought to them. And after the server left, she sat on his lap in the bed, his hard cock rammed up her cunt once again, as they took turned feeding each other with fork fulls of food. And after that, Thomas took a packet of honey, and poured it onto her slit, and spent a solid hour licking the sticky substance from her twat. His tongue made her melt, as she came again and again.

His cabana, like all the other cabanas at the resort, has a private porch off of the bedroom, and they rested out there, sharing a bottle of fine wine which had been delivered. Although 'rested' is not actually what they did. He rode her for an hour, as she laid on her back, the sun shining on their naked, glistening bodies. And after he dumped what felt like another gallon of cum from his big, large balls into her cunt, they rested, before she crawled on top of him. First on his face, as he licked his cream from her hole, then on his post, just rocking gently, as his big, black hands covered her tits, playing with them as she kept her eyes closed, and a smile on her face, enjoying the feeling of his huge cock throbbing deep within her.

And after dinner, more of the same, with him taking her doggie style on the bed. His hands holding the cheeks of her ass, his thumbs at her anus as his fingers reached out, clutching her ass as if he was about to tear apart a loaf of bread. His long, ebony pole pumping her from one hard orgasm on into another.

Then a sixty-nine, with her on top, as she savored their juices which covered his shaft. They then went for a walk, ending up naked in the spa, with her on his lap, his black hands playing with her body as other couples watched. It was a big turn on for her, smiling at the other guests, who smiled nervously in return, as they watched the big, black stud finger her to orgasm. Her sharp, sudden gasp betraying what his hand was doing to her bare pussy under the water. They went back to his bed, where he fucked her hard for what felt like an eternity, driving her mad with lust as he played with her clit and boobies with his fingers. She drifted off to sleep, on her back, her left leg over his waist, as he laid on her left on his side, his big dick wedged up into her, as his fingers just got her off for the umpteenth time.

They woke and had dinner that evening, returning to his cabana. She was soon on the bed, laying flat on her belly, her legs drawn up. Her body looked like she was resembling a frog, as he climbed on, and grabbed her upturned ass, before spearing her hot cunt with renewed vigor. The combination of her clit being bumped against the mattress and his cock sliding along it as he drilled her caused her to see stars many times, as she was writhing under his weight, enjoying every second of the great sex that he was providing. And when he dumped his load, both were exhausted, both in need finally for a good nights sleep, as he rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him. Her cunt leaking his cum onto his flat, hard abdomen.

But now, it's morning and time was running out, as she stopped sucking that wonderful ebony tool and climbed up onto his hard pecker, and slid her worn cunt onto it. He stirred, waking and opening his eyes, and smiled up at her. She leaned forward, their lips meeting, as they kissed, tongues darting in and out of each others mouth. Using her tired cunt muscles, she worked his prick, making it throb, wanting him to dump one final load into her overworked pussy. He groaned, and as his cock spurted into her, she shuddered, getting another good little cum out of it, making her feel all good and well. She lowered her body on top of his, and he sighed, content with the feeling her small, pointy breasts pressing into his broad muscular chest.

Soon he was snoring, and she knew it was time. She pushed herself up, and off his body. His cock slipping from her wet twat, leaving a trail of cum as she slid her cunt over his thigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs parted, she looked down, seeing the black seed oozing out of her slit, and forming a puddle onto the sheet. She smiled, as she had seen that happen a lot the last day and a half.

Standing on wobbly legs, she went towards the bathroom, grabbing her purse, skirt and top as she went in. She sat on the toilet, and gently pulled her lips apart, and peed, as she also squeezed the cum out of her hole. She wiped up where some had left trails as it leaked down her thighs, smiling as she reminisced some more. Standing, she flushed, and looked into the mirror above the sink, as she pulled on her top and skirt. Then she pulled her brush out of the purse, and did her hair somewhat, before smiling, and leaving the bathroom. She went over to the snoring Thomas, and smiled, seeing him curled up under the sheet. She kissed him on the cheek, and he murmured something, but she couldn't make it out.

The sun was just coming up over the palms, as she walked towards her and Jim's cabana, and entered the door. And there in the living room was Veronica, dressed in the same attire she was wearing the last time she had seen her. A cart holding the mornings breakfast was there, and Veronica looked up, smiled, and said "You're late."

Beth grinned, taking a seat and taking the lid off of one of the food covers. She was famished, as she picked up a fork, and started to eat, saying "Something came up."

Veronica giggled, "Well, how was your fantasy?"

Beth rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, and moaned, saying "Fantastic. And I do have to thank you. Your Thomas is an excellent lover. Almost as good as my Jim."

Veronica blushed, "Yes, Jim is quite accomplished. As a matter of fact, he was one of the better men that I've had for one of these sessions."

Beth got a shocked look on her face, "Really? I would think that you've had plenty of good men, when allowing Thomas the chance of screwing other guys wives."

Veronica sighed, "It's not like that at all, unfortunately. Usually the husband wants to just watch Thomas's big black cock drilling they're wife. And in most cases, it's the husbands idea to even do this." She had a pouting look, as he added "Most of the husbands are too engrossed in what's happening to their spouse to take care of my needs." She leaned forward, picking up a glass of orange juice, "So tell me, why did you two decided to do it?"

Beth smiled, "What did Jim say?"

She blushed, "I was too busy to ask."

Beth chuckled, "It was really a mutual idea. We saw the website that you and Thomas have, offering his services. And well, we've never done anything like this. So, after a few nights of fantasizing, we decided to go for it."

"Hmmm, that's nice. And I thoroughly enjoyed the part of being the seducer of your Jim, making you jealous."

Beth exhaled deeply, "Yes, that made the first time with Thomas even more intense. And thanks for letting me catch you two in the act along the walkway."

Veronica grinned, "You two weren't the only ones. After you two saw us, a few other couples saw us going at it on the park bench. We even had an offer to play with one of those couples, but your hubby wisely turned them down."

Beth laughed, as she took the last bite of food. Both women stood, and embraced, as just then they heard a groan from the bedroom. They parted, and Veronica said "I think he's awake. I'm sure you both will have interesting stories to tell each other."

"Yes, we're scheduled to leave tomorrow morning. I'm sure the stories to be told will be good fodder for the remainder of our stay. Will you two be sticking around?"

Veronica's face saddened, "No, unfortunately, we're both scheduled to return to work this very afternoon."

Sighing, Beth said "Too bad, I've another fantasy, and I do believe I want you to be involved in it."

"By ourselves?" asked Veronica, with a big hearty smile.

"Maybe." Answered Beth.

She hugged the dark haired women, and then she stepped back, and started for the door, saying "In that case, let us know when you can come to visit again. Thomas has a brother and step-sister for you two to meet."

Beth laughed, "And you two could always visit Michigan. When it's a lot warmer. Of course, we do have a nice lake cottage in the north country, with a big bed, and a nice cozy fireplace."

Veronica smiled, and blew her a kiss, which she returned in kind, before she stepped out the door, and closed it behind her. Beth sighed, and turned around, and slipped quietly into the bedroom. Jim was laying there on his belly, naked as the day he was born, as she crawled up on top of his back, laving her body down, feeling the heat of her hubby's body.

He groaned, saying "Mmmm, this is the woman I love."

She kissed the back of his neck, and said "You miss me?"

Chuckling, he responded "Yeah, but I was kept sort of busy." She laughed at his comment, as he asked her, "Did you enjoy it?"

A deep sigh, as she then said "Oh yeah. I enjoyed it lots. Let me tell you all that happened."

He smiled, knowing he was going to be hanging on every word she had to say, as he felt his pecker starting to twitch and swell.

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