We are a conservative white couple in our mid 30's. I am 5' 7", with blonde hair and I weigh 120 pounds. I have small breasts and a firm round ass. Most men find me attractive. My husband and I usually have a fairly average sex drive which we satisfy though our marriage. There are, however, occasions when I develop a crazed fever to be fucked. When this happens I am like a bitch in heat, open to any male. Fortunately this occurs rarely and can be satisfied by my husband if he is available.
On one occasion we were on the road traveling to Florida. My husband was driving; it was a steady monotonous drive. To pass the time, I unzipped his pants and began playing with his cock. I would stroke it and watch it harden and twitch. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. I did not want to distract my husband too much from his driving, but whenever he reached over and pinched my nipples, I would take his cock in my mouth and suck him for a few seconds. I would stop at the first signs of precum and return to a slow stroking and occasional licking to keep him near the edge of climax.
As we continued this way for over an hour, traveling through Georgia, I began getting more and more aroused. I could not keep my eyes off his hard cock. I would lick the glistening precum from his mushroom head each time I brought him to the edge. Now I needed his cock inside of me.
"We need to stop at the next motel," I gasped desperately, "I need you to fuck me!"
My husband replied that he would stop at the next opportunity. I could not resist continuing to stroke and admire his cock as the fever in me grew.
When we finally pulled into a motel, my husband parked and turned to me. He reached over and grasped both of my bare nipples; squeezing them hard, he pulled me toward him. The pain mixed with my intense arousal as I took his cock in my mouth. He continued to pinch my nipples as I did a few deep throat strokes on his cock. As it turned out, it was one too many. He spurted his creamy cum in my mouth. In my fevered state I savored the taste of his love juice and swallowed, licked and sucked until there was no more.
Neither of us spoke as he zipped up his pants and I buttoned my blouse. We silently went into the lobby to register.
A tall black man was finishing at the check in counter and I noticed his room number. As soon as we had been assigned a room number, I told my husband I needed to get some air and I would meet him in our room. When my husband went to the car to get our luggage, I hurried to the black man's room.
When I got to his room, his door was closed. I knocked lightly. He opened the door and looked at me. He seemed to recognize me from the brief eye contact we had made in the lobby. I did not give him a chance to speak.
"I need to be fucked really bad, Mister, can you help me out?" I boldly blurted out.
After staring at me for a few seconds he answered, "Sure honey come on in, I can give you what you need."
I entered and immediately began removing my clothes. He began undressing too. Naked, I lay on the bed ready for him to enter me.
