Straight Female / 36
My Vacation
In the interest of transparency, I'd like to make it clear that my husband was drinking and very horny when he said what he said. As all women know, men will say many things when they're drinking and or horny, that they wouldn't say when of clear mind and empty balls. Funny, before this story took place I never would have used the term empty balls. Now...
I was a week from a two-week "working" vacation to the Cayman Islands. This was my first invite. Co-workers explained that most days we didn't work at all and other days we were usually done by noon. At first I expected to tag along with the vets but I began to hear that most just want off by themselves, to the beach, the bars, the boats or parts unknown.
I was excited. On my own, beautiful location, expense account. No husband... I love my husband, I love vacationing with him, but I loved the idea of two-weeks on my own. After 14 years attached to his hip, I would be one my own. The idea of cheating hadn't crossed my mine, until he brought it up.
In bed, a week before the trip, after drinking and watching porn in preparation for him assaulting my pussy with a black 8 inch dildo, his favorite because it makes me squirm and cum like a porn star, he says that he's always felt bad that he had sexual partners before we met and I hadn't. I was young, inexperienced and a virgin. And yes, he was right. I married my first boyfriend and there were times I wondered what I had missed. What other men were like to date, to fuck, to live with. But I had made my choice and thoughts of other men were simply wistful thinking.
Until I was drunk and horny and he was drunk and horny and watching a video of a married women being fucked by a man most certainly not her husband, and he said to the affect, "Hey while your away, if the chance to be with another guy, give a blowjob or whatever comes up, you should go for it. See what it's like with another guy. See what it's like to suck a different cock."
I wasn't shocked, this theme had come up before, but this time he ate my pussy, then slid his perfect dildo into me and fucked me to many orgasms, all the while saying things like yeah you love his cock, you love his black cock, look at you cumming on his cock. The porns and the idea were exciting for both of us. We finished and during our fuck, he again said, "Seriously, if you have the chance to suck a guy off or something, and you want to, you should, I don't need to know. For two weeks you can be single."
I had no intention of doing any of it, then I got there, it was beautiful there, I spent the first day on the beach reading and swimming and then had dinner alone and some drinks. I actually started to feel a little lonely. I saw people having fun together, guys and girls drinking, chatting, flirting, I started wishing my husband was there then started wondering what I would do if a guy hit on me. Would I chat and flirt? If I did, would I want to have sex with him? Or maybe just suck him off? I love sucking my husband's dick and truth be told, often times after he cums I keep sucking hoping he'll get hard again or wish that magically another cock would appear.
So that first night, my mind turned toward sucking cock, a strange cock, a guy I've never met, will never date, never be friends with, just a man who will allow me to experience a different cock.
As I was thinking I was smiling. And I saw a man smiling back at me. I started and he laughed. He was a nice looking guy, about forty, in really good shape and very tan. I figured he must live there or at least spend a lot of time there. I smiled for real at him and while he smiled back I thought of his cock. Was it big, was it small, was it long, was it short, fat, thin, cut, uncut? I was hoping he would be cut. My husband was uncut and I would have liked to try an uncut if I was going to go for it.
The idea of him putting his dick into my pussy wasn't even in play. I was thinking of sucking him off, and getting hot and wet over it. He approached me as I was imagining and asked me what I was thinking. Surprising myself, because what I should have done was play demure and shocked and hard to get to protect my reputation but instead I said "Thinking of your cock, wondering if it's cut or not." He asked if it really mattered, I said "No I'd like to suck it either way."
He nodded, said "Hey you're not the first married women who cut loose on vacation, you want to try it now?" "Yes I do." "Let's go".
We walked about a hundred or so yards to a dock, specifically to his boat which was tied to the dock. We chatted on the way. He told me his story, I told him mine. He made it clear that married women on vacation were a turn on for him. He loved the idea of them going home to their regular lives with the memory of him always there, unsaid. I got it then I took it.
He sat on the bench seat on the back of the boat. Asked if I was ready, removed his pants and asked if he could play with my tits first. I said yes. Off came my top and my bra and for the first time in my life, a man other than my husband sucked and squeezed my tits. It was great. My husband, having had access for so long, wasn't as attentive and I enjoyed it greatly.
I played with his, surprise, uncut cock, then when he was hard and dripping pre-cum I moved in, dropped to my knees, and began by kissing his cock head. Anyone walking by would have seen us but the idea of being seen excited me, I was cutting loose, free, slutty, and if someone watched, all the more exciting. Unfortunately no one came by but the idea soaked my pussy and later plenty of guys would see more than just me sucking cock.
I kissed his cock, ran my tongue all over, especially around the ridge of the head and the underside. He grew very hard and thankfully he was very long. Thankfully as in he wasn't just like my husband whose dick is average length and fat. This guy was very long, with nice thickness and I loved it. It felt like my husband's dick but different. I took forever just enjoying that stiff dick. I told him to hang on because I was taking my time and let him know his was only my second cock ever and he was great about it.
He didn't stay hard the whole time, getting hard, softening, then hard again but eventually I wanted him to cum, wanted to taste it, to feel him spasm and spurt and then to swallow it all, swallow another man's cum. I went to work on the head, using my mouth and tongue and soon he was rock hard and squirming he was close. I continued, he arched his butt and I felt the tell tale spasm of orgasm in the base of his cock, then the wetness of cum in my mouth. I kept sucking, easing him down, savoring his cum, holding off on swallowing it, draining him of every drop before finally making that big swallow, that first swallow of another guy's cum. I was thrilled. I'd done it. I'd sucked a guy's cock, I'd pleasured him enough to make him cum. I'd swallowed his load I was free! He walked me back to the bar, returned to his friends who checked me out knowingly. I smiled right back. I was proud of myself.
That opened the floodgates. I thought hard the next day. Thought hard about the next week and a half. I'm on my own, my co-workers are off doing their thing, maybe they're getting their lights fucked out every night. Maybe that's the secret of these trips, get your work done then your free to live like you were single. There was 12 of us on the trip. 10 of us were married women. 2 Married men. At our pre-meeting meeting, goal setting, task identification, checklists, points, lines, the whole thing and I'm looking at all the women seeing a few who look different, look like they were out late, looked like a cock that wasn't their husband's had fucked them to orgasms the night before.
I resisted the urge to doodle, to day dream and resolved to live out my fantasies, sow my wild oats, get fucked, suck cock, swallow loads, threesomes, black dicks, maybe let someone fuck me in the ass, it would be a first. But business came first. The meeting took us until 1pm then I was free. No beach today.
I showered, admired my pussy, smooth and finally ready and out I went. My goal was to be bold, to be sexy, to take any man I wanted. My first goal was to make a friend. A male friend. A black male friend. I want to a bar right about 6pm, a dive, a local place, it was a little scary, lots of local men, eyeballing me, some nodding, a few smiling. a few getting my smile in return. I wore a sundress, heels and a smile. He was tall, thin, rough, and very black and I found out soon hung. He was also smart and open and a great fuck. Or should I say, 8 great fucks. I made sure to see him frequently.
I also took the opportunity to suck off a lot of fine men and spread my legs frequently for them. A favorite was getting fucked on my first friend's boat. Not just by him but also five of his buddies. A day on the water, six cocks to suck, six cocks to fuck, six guys to please as best I could. Spent an entire day nude, with fingers and cocks in my pussy and cocks in my mouth, tits getting sucked and endless orgasms.
My friend from the dive bar was nice enough to be the first man to fuck me anally. It was a struggle, he was very large, he was helped by a few of his friends who encouraged and cheered us both on. A couple days later I was loving anal as well as having cocks in my ass and pussy pound me hard.
I was a new woman, well fucked, experienced. Lots of new interests. Plus I was bold enough to tell my husband after I arrived home that I had taken him up on his offer. That I had sucked off another guy. Sober husband was surprisingly ok with it. He followed up with "Maybe we can look into expanding on that, maybe find a guy for you to fuck, I really want to see you in action." I smiled, nodded and decided oh you will.
And he will, very soon. The door opened, I walked through and I have no intention of going back.
I was a week from a two-week "working" vacation to the Cayman Islands. This was my first invite. Co-workers explained that most days we didn't work at all and other days we were usually done by noon. At first I expected to tag along with the vets but I began to hear that most just want off by themselves, to the beach, the bars, the boats or parts unknown.
I was excited. On my own, beautiful location, expense account. No husband... I love my husband, I love vacationing with him, but I loved the idea of two-weeks on my own. After 14 years attached to his hip, I would be one my own. The idea of cheating hadn't crossed my mine, until he brought it up.
In bed, a week before the trip, after drinking and watching porn in preparation for him assaulting my pussy with a black 8 inch dildo, his favorite because it makes me squirm and cum like a porn star, he says that he's always felt bad that he had sexual partners before we met and I hadn't. I was young, inexperienced and a virgin. And yes, he was right. I married my first boyfriend and there were times I wondered what I had missed. What other men were like to date, to fuck, to live with. But I had made my choice and thoughts of other men were simply wistful thinking.
Until I was drunk and horny and he was drunk and horny and watching a video of a married women being fucked by a man most certainly not her husband, and he said to the affect, "Hey while your away, if the chance to be with another guy, give a blowjob or whatever comes up, you should go for it. See what it's like with another guy. See what it's like to suck a different cock."
I wasn't shocked, this theme had come up before, but this time he ate my pussy, then slid his perfect dildo into me and fucked me to many orgasms, all the while saying things like yeah you love his cock, you love his black cock, look at you cumming on his cock. The porns and the idea were exciting for both of us. We finished and during our fuck, he again said, "Seriously, if you have the chance to suck a guy off or something, and you want to, you should, I don't need to know. For two weeks you can be single."
I had no intention of doing any of it, then I got there, it was beautiful there, I spent the first day on the beach reading and swimming and then had dinner alone and some drinks. I actually started to feel a little lonely. I saw people having fun together, guys and girls drinking, chatting, flirting, I started wishing my husband was there then started wondering what I would do if a guy hit on me. Would I chat and flirt? If I did, would I want to have sex with him? Or maybe just suck him off? I love sucking my husband's dick and truth be told, often times after he cums I keep sucking hoping he'll get hard again or wish that magically another cock would appear.
So that first night, my mind turned toward sucking cock, a strange cock, a guy I've never met, will never date, never be friends with, just a man who will allow me to experience a different cock.
As I was thinking I was smiling. And I saw a man smiling back at me. I started and he laughed. He was a nice looking guy, about forty, in really good shape and very tan. I figured he must live there or at least spend a lot of time there. I smiled for real at him and while he smiled back I thought of his cock. Was it big, was it small, was it long, was it short, fat, thin, cut, uncut? I was hoping he would be cut. My husband was uncut and I would have liked to try an uncut if I was going to go for it.
The idea of him putting his dick into my pussy wasn't even in play. I was thinking of sucking him off, and getting hot and wet over it. He approached me as I was imagining and asked me what I was thinking. Surprising myself, because what I should have done was play demure and shocked and hard to get to protect my reputation but instead I said "Thinking of your cock, wondering if it's cut or not." He asked if it really mattered, I said "No I'd like to suck it either way."
He nodded, said "Hey you're not the first married women who cut loose on vacation, you want to try it now?" "Yes I do." "Let's go".
We walked about a hundred or so yards to a dock, specifically to his boat which was tied to the dock. We chatted on the way. He told me his story, I told him mine. He made it clear that married women on vacation were a turn on for him. He loved the idea of them going home to their regular lives with the memory of him always there, unsaid. I got it then I took it.
He sat on the bench seat on the back of the boat. Asked if I was ready, removed his pants and asked if he could play with my tits first. I said yes. Off came my top and my bra and for the first time in my life, a man other than my husband sucked and squeezed my tits. It was great. My husband, having had access for so long, wasn't as attentive and I enjoyed it greatly.
I played with his, surprise, uncut cock, then when he was hard and dripping pre-cum I moved in, dropped to my knees, and began by kissing his cock head. Anyone walking by would have seen us but the idea of being seen excited me, I was cutting loose, free, slutty, and if someone watched, all the more exciting. Unfortunately no one came by but the idea soaked my pussy and later plenty of guys would see more than just me sucking cock.
I kissed his cock, ran my tongue all over, especially around the ridge of the head and the underside. He grew very hard and thankfully he was very long. Thankfully as in he wasn't just like my husband whose dick is average length and fat. This guy was very long, with nice thickness and I loved it. It felt like my husband's dick but different. I took forever just enjoying that stiff dick. I told him to hang on because I was taking my time and let him know his was only my second cock ever and he was great about it.
He didn't stay hard the whole time, getting hard, softening, then hard again but eventually I wanted him to cum, wanted to taste it, to feel him spasm and spurt and then to swallow it all, swallow another man's cum. I went to work on the head, using my mouth and tongue and soon he was rock hard and squirming he was close. I continued, he arched his butt and I felt the tell tale spasm of orgasm in the base of his cock, then the wetness of cum in my mouth. I kept sucking, easing him down, savoring his cum, holding off on swallowing it, draining him of every drop before finally making that big swallow, that first swallow of another guy's cum. I was thrilled. I'd done it. I'd sucked a guy's cock, I'd pleasured him enough to make him cum. I'd swallowed his load I was free! He walked me back to the bar, returned to his friends who checked me out knowingly. I smiled right back. I was proud of myself.
That opened the floodgates. I thought hard the next day. Thought hard about the next week and a half. I'm on my own, my co-workers are off doing their thing, maybe they're getting their lights fucked out every night. Maybe that's the secret of these trips, get your work done then your free to live like you were single. There was 12 of us on the trip. 10 of us were married women. 2 Married men. At our pre-meeting meeting, goal setting, task identification, checklists, points, lines, the whole thing and I'm looking at all the women seeing a few who look different, look like they were out late, looked like a cock that wasn't their husband's had fucked them to orgasms the night before.
I resisted the urge to doodle, to day dream and resolved to live out my fantasies, sow my wild oats, get fucked, suck cock, swallow loads, threesomes, black dicks, maybe let someone fuck me in the ass, it would be a first. But business came first. The meeting took us until 1pm then I was free. No beach today.
I showered, admired my pussy, smooth and finally ready and out I went. My goal was to be bold, to be sexy, to take any man I wanted. My first goal was to make a friend. A male friend. A black male friend. I want to a bar right about 6pm, a dive, a local place, it was a little scary, lots of local men, eyeballing me, some nodding, a few smiling. a few getting my smile in return. I wore a sundress, heels and a smile. He was tall, thin, rough, and very black and I found out soon hung. He was also smart and open and a great fuck. Or should I say, 8 great fucks. I made sure to see him frequently.
I also took the opportunity to suck off a lot of fine men and spread my legs frequently for them. A favorite was getting fucked on my first friend's boat. Not just by him but also five of his buddies. A day on the water, six cocks to suck, six cocks to fuck, six guys to please as best I could. Spent an entire day nude, with fingers and cocks in my pussy and cocks in my mouth, tits getting sucked and endless orgasms.
My friend from the dive bar was nice enough to be the first man to fuck me anally. It was a struggle, he was very large, he was helped by a few of his friends who encouraged and cheered us both on. A couple days later I was loving anal as well as having cocks in my ass and pussy pound me hard.
I was a new woman, well fucked, experienced. Lots of new interests. Plus I was bold enough to tell my husband after I arrived home that I had taken him up on his offer. That I had sucked off another guy. Sober husband was surprisingly ok with it. He followed up with "Maybe we can look into expanding on that, maybe find a guy for you to fuck, I really want to see you in action." I smiled, nodded and decided oh you will.
And he will, very soon. The door opened, I walked through and I have no intention of going back.
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