We only had oral sex before our wedding and I did make her cum once that way and, she would gave me a blow job only to get me hard then jerk off the rest of the way. See her mom talked her into saving herself for the wedding night, big mistake if you ask me now. I mean we knew what to do but we ended up with her running home crying and me pissed right off at her for being such a fucking baby. Maybe a hotel room more then 8 blocks from her parents house would've been such a smart idea but, hind sight is 20 20.
Well with in a year our so called sex life got to be BORING, I mean if and only if, we had sex it was over in maybe 20 minutes on a good night. A complete blow job, no way, sex when she was having her monthly absolutely not, and sex without a condom, no way. She did try the pill but it made her sick to her stomach, so condoms it was which I found to be a real downer. I mean your already and then you have to stop to put on a fucking rubber, I hate it. But we aren't ready to start a family just yet.
Our first day in Jamaica, we lay out by the pool, Susan
had on a small bikini that really accentuated her great
figure. Susan is 5'5"and about 120 pounds. She has long
brown hair and an athletic body. Susan's breasts are
natural and more than a handful, with thick dark nipples.
The resort was one Susan had found on the Internet. The
place was a little run down, but very inexpensive, and
big with Europeans.
While laying out, we noticed a number of single white
women, who had taken up with the local men. Several of
the men by the pool were sporting really incredible
bulges which at one point drew a remark from Susan to the
effect that the myths about black men was surely true. I
thought little of that remark at the time.
We were both sweating profusely in the muggy, 96 degree heat and because we were both basically fully dressed except for our pants, our clothing was sticking to us like we had been rained upon. Jay, put one foot down on the floor and one foot up on the seat so he could maneuver himself higher above me to get that downward angle. I was about five pumps away from erupting in orgasm. How did I get in this position? I need to rewind my story for just a second.
Even though I had dated my boyfriend Tim for nearly a year, I liked to get naughty online without his knowledge. That is how I met Jay. A fit, classy, dark skinned professor and even though Jay nearly doubled my 22 years, we shared a lot of the same kinky ideas when it came to sex. We had a mutual respect for one another but also would chat about some of our dirtiest fantasies without judgement and when Tim and I planned a three week visit to Dallas, Texas, it was a perfect time to finally meet Jay face to face.
Tim's family was from that area and when asked to help his uncle with his store, we saw that as a perfect vacation. To my surprise, Tim bought a new black corvette convertible for the drive. It was so sharp and drove so smoothly. We drove leisurely and enjoyed the four days it took to get to the Lone Star State.
We stayed in a nice RV type camper parked outside his uncle's house. It was new and had all the amenities. During the day, Tim would work, helping his uncle get caught up on the inventory. That left me with true solo vacation activities and those became either tanning at the pool, exercising, shopping, or hanging out online. We hadn't made the trip from our southern California homes for nothing and I was determined to grab some "R and R."
On the second day, Jay's wife was working, and he had two hours between the summer classes he was teaching, so we planned to have lunch together. I was already seated at this cute little cafe when Jay walked in. For a guy in his early forties, he looked like a guy in his early thirties, with a sexy, thin, precision shaved goatee. He was wearing a suit with a stylish lavender dress shirt with a dark purple and white tie to match.
I stood up and gave Jay a large hug, "Hi you. I'm finally glad to meet you in person. Don't you look so handsome all dressed up."
Jay's hug was bearlike when he pulled back with a warm greeting, "Wassup, baby girl? You look even hotter in person. I love that hair style. Turn around and let me see that phat ass I've been dreaming about."
I was wearing my long blonde hair in double French braids that ended with little pigtails on back of my shoulders. Dressed pretty casual for lunch, I was dressed in cut off jean shorts, a white scoop neck top, strappy sandals, and silver hoop earrings with my toes and fingers painted cherry red. Jay held my hand and twirled me like a dancer so he could visualize my entire body.
"Mmm mmm, you fine as a muthafucka. You ready to get something to eat? I know what I want," Jay smirked as he was referring to me.
I playfully smacked his arm, "Stop it. If you are a good boy, that might be dessert."
Jay retorted, "Shiiit, my wife doesn't get kinky at all. She don't get her freak on like you. If you and I were together, we'd never leave the house."
I laughed as we sat down and got to know each other in person while we waited on our food. Jay had his doctorate, so he was articulate and well-spoken but he also knew I liked when he spoke "street black" or as he says, "code switching," when we got our online naughtiness going. He told me about teaching, his wife, and his life in general. I shared with him about me attending pharmacy school, my life in Cali and my boyfriend Tim.
Looking at Jay, fantasizing about his big black cock and that muscular body, I was in such a teasing mood. While eating, he looked up to see me slowly and sensually put my lips around the straw protruding from my Diet Coke. Jay's eyes widened as my pouty lips took forever to close and even longer to slide up and down the straw a few times, simulating one of my signature blowjobs.
Jay's mouth opened and his fork dropped, clanging onto the plate, "God damn, that shit made me hard!" He shook his head side to side as continued, "Fuck this, I can't wait no more. I've got to have that ass. It's all I can think about for that last click here 3 months. Let's get outta here."
I took my foot from under the table and gently pushed on his crotch. Jay was telling the truth as his bulge felt like it was about to explode through his zipper. Using the bottom of my shoe, I rubbed it up and down through his slacks, making me extremely horny. At that moment, I knew I was going to be fucking Jay very soon and with his fixation on my booty, I wanted anal. From our conversations online, he knew that anal sex made me cum very hard and the fact he was aware of that, made him want my ass all that much more.
While I continued to slide my puckered lips down the straw, I had descended until my mouth was inside the glass, trying to show off my deepthroating skill. With continual eye contact, I stared, winked and lifted up so he could see my wide smile. I reached down, grabbing the small dish of soft butter we used on our rolls. Clicking the lid closed, I put it in my purse. I knew if he was going to be pounding my asshole with his big black cock, I was going to need lube.
I offered, but like a gentleman, Jay picked up the check before we walked out the door. We embraced for a long, soft kiss that eventually led to our tongues exploring each other's mouth. Jay reached behind me, placing his hands firmly on my ass and pulled me closer, jabbing me in the stomach with his encased erection. In addition to the stifling heat outside, our lust for each other made us even hotter.