A note to the reader: this story is NOT one of my usual incest stories. There is actually no incest in this one at all. This tale deals with the experiences of a busty MILF whose cuckold husband treats her to a week at a resort where the black men on staff are there to please the clientele in any way they wish. If stories with interracial and cuckold themes appeal to you, then you might want to give this one a try. If that's not what you're looking for, then perhaps it's best to give it a pass.
This story is eleven chapters long. The first chapter has some back story and information necessary for the reader to understand how things came about. Things will heat up even more in the next one. Enjoy.
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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"Thank goodness we're finally here," Cynthia said, the exasperation in her voice showing the tiredness she was feeling.
With the clock about to strike midnight, and the sky as black as coal, the headlights from the bus had swung to the right, illuminating a stylized black metal sculpture standing out in bold relief against the brilliant white wall behind it. Cynthia could see that the sculpture depicted a menacing bull, with a broad powerful chest and a terrifying pair of prominent horns. Below the intricate sculpture were the words "Toros Infinitos Resort".
"Honey," Cynthia said as she leaned further over and tapped her husband on the arm, which one of her sizable breasts was already pressed against, "what did you say that name meant? That 'Toros Infinitos' business."
"It means 'Infinite Bulls', sweetheart, or 'Endless Bulls', however you want to think of it," Jim replied as he gave his pretty wife a knowing smile, enjoying the warmth of that big soft tit pressed up against him.
Even in her distressed state from the unexpected rigours of the day, Cynthia felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at that sculpture of the bull. She couldn't believe they were finally here. She'd thought of nothing else for the last two months. And now they'd finally arrived at their destination, the bus moving forward as the resort's security gate swung open before them. Her mind was swarming with curious thoughts as she wondered what the next week would be like...
TWO MONTHS PREVIOUSLY
"That's it, dear, just suck on my clit a little more. Yeah, nice and slow. Yes, right there...right fucking there...OH FUCKKKKKKKK," Cynthia groaned as an intense orgasm ripped through her. With her fingers enmeshed in her husband's hair pulling him harder against her flushed body, her full meaty thighs clamped down on his head, trapping him as she rode out her climax, wave after wave or euphoric delight coursing through her buxom mature body.
It was her third orgasm in a row and, with each one, she'd creamed a load of her warm cunt-honey into her husband's eagerly-waiting mouth. She was a gusher all right, each spine-tingling release accompanied by a juicy flow of her succulent nectar. And her husband Jim loved taking every single drop of it.
As the delightful sensations started to wane, Cynthia let her trembling thighs roll open as she eased her grip on his head, releasing her husband from the vice-like grip of her powerful thighs. She loved how he'd do that for her, use his mouth to pleasure her for hours on end. But it wasn't enough. No, it wasn't enough for her, but sadly, that had become their routine.
Two years ago Jim had been diagnosed as borderline diabetic, and with it came some changes. He'd easily adapted to the required changes in his lifestyle, relative to diet and exercise, but when he started to experience erection difficulties, that was something he really had a problem with. And although she put up a good front, being supportive and understanding, Jim knew Cynthia was having a problem with it too.
He didn't blame her, she was just so highly sexual that he knew that the change in their sex life had rocked her to the core. She'd always been that way, the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. It was that smoldering look in her eye that had caught his eye first thing. He'd been surprised when this gorgeous sweet thing, a fair bit younger than him, had agreed to go out with him when he'd asked her. It wasn't long before they were going at it every chance they had, and the things she could do to a cock made him propose less than six months after they started dating. He was thrilled when she'd said yes, and they'd never looked back. Until these last two years anyway, when life reared its ugly head and kicked him right in the balls...well, in the cock, actually.
He'd seen the doctors, sure, what else was he going to do? He'd tried Viagra, but all it gave him was a stuffed-up nose and blurred vision. The doc said it was unfortunate, but that's the way it was going to be and Jim had better get used to it. The sad flaccid reality that had become his life, and Cynthia's.
Whenever he looked at his wife, or she kissed him with that lusty twinkle in her eye or ran her fingers teasingly down his chest, he still felt that rush of desire, but nothing happened. Not one fucking thing, other than intense frustration as his flaccid cock lay there unresponsive. Strangely, he found that he could still get sexual gratification by whacking off. It took a ton of lube to get things going, and ended up with his dick getting hard for just a few fleeting seconds just before he climaxed. But while that helped him at least get some sexual release that he so badly needed, it definitely didn't help Cynthia. He'd tried getting to that point just before he climaxed and tried to put it into her, but as soon as he started to press up against her labia, he'd be back living in Limp City before his knob even started to part those hot slick petals of hers.
So, being the loving husband that he was, Jim had done whatever he could to make Cynthia happy, and that was to use his hands, lips, and tongue to give her as much pleasure as he could. He knew she needed a lot of loving, and he was willing to spend hours servicing that lush buxom body of hers. It was a somewhat bittersweet routine they'd settled into, leaving them both riddled with anxiety and disappointment, although they both did their best to hide it from the other. But they both knew deep down inside that there was always that 'elephant in the room'; Jim's useless member. A dick that could never rear its head and roar like the bull elephant he knew Cynthia needed.
Cynthia looked down as Jim lifted his mouth from between her spread thighs, his face glistening with a warm coating of her creamy nectar. She smiled as he ran his tongue in a circle all around his mouth, lapping up as much of the sticky juices as he could. Jim was a good man, a loving husband and a caring father. With her now 48 years old, and Jim 55, they were supposed to be enjoying this time together after working all those years to get to this point.
