Kathy woke up the next morning, and was surprised to be alone.
She remembered that Marcus had gotten up, but not that he had left. Then she realized that it was nine o'clock, and she relaxed, thinking about last night, and Marcus's phenomenal lovemaking. After her husband had gone to sleep, the night was a blur of Marcus taking her in every position possible. What a lover!
She thought of how sweet her husband was to encourage Marcus, and then quietly spend the night in the guestroom while Marcus made love to her, fucking her would be a better description. She had never experienced such orgasms. Over and over she cried out, hoping she would not wake up other residents of the resort, as he made her cum with his big black cock. Not only was he a perfect lover, he teased her, entered her slowly, a few inches at a time, withdrew, and entered her further. She had never, ever, experienced such incredible desire. He picked up the pace and she moved in concert with him. She loved the way he kissed her and she gave everything to him.
After her first orgasm he let her rest for a few moments and then brought his cock to her lips and she got on her knees to worship it, kissing and licking the big head. He started talking dirty to her about the fact that her husband had just about thrown her at him, and that he wasn't about to turn down the chance to fuck Tom's lovely wife. She moaned as he recounted the flirting, the dancing, and the kissing that had all been done under the watchful eye of her husband. He said he loved seeing her wedding rings on her hand as she stroked and sucked his cock.
She remembered the first time he took her doggy style, lifting her from her knees, turning her around to kneel on the bed. He rubbed his cock head over and around her pussy pushing it in an inch or so and then pulling it out, until she was begging for more. Then he went in four or five inches and teased her again and again by pulling out.
Finally he pushed the whole eleven inches into her as his long arms cupped her full breasts, squeezing. She cried out into the pillow as he pumped in and out harder and harder. To please him she said he was the best lover she had ever had and she would do anything for him. She came so many times she lost count.
She was wet thinking about it.
There was a knock on the door and she snapped out of her remembrances. It was the maid announcing the cleaning service, so she tried to stop thinking about Marcus.
She asked the maid to wait a second and quickly opened her lingerie drawer. On impulse she grabbed her white bikini and asked the maid to start cleaning in the guestroom while she showered and got dressed. She grabbed a quick bite of breakfast of fresh fruit the resort had supplied in a welcome basket.
After her shower she put on the bikini, noting that it exposed much of her breasts, but thinking about last night she remembered most of the women wore very sexy outfits, which in many cases attracted attention from younger black men who congregated at the bar. She put on a white blouse for a cover up and noted it was almost see through . She thought to herself that she was not exactly being shy and that at age 41 she looked ten years younger, and attracted lots of stares. She was enjoying the attention paid to her.
Almost as an afterthought she texted her husband, Tom, hoping she did not interrupt an important business meeting. The texts flew back and forth, she did not mention the night before, neither did he. Lots of time for that later. She told him she liked the restaurant in the resort, and since it had everything they needed she wanted to eat there again that night. She said it would only be fair to pay for Marcus's dinner.
Sadly she realized she did not have Marcus's number, or even his room number. She hoped he would be at the pool, and they could pick up where they left off.
When she got to the pool she did not see Marcus, she did notice the young couple she had seen yesterday and there was an open deck chair beside them. So she smiled and joined them. The chairs were facing the beach and not the pool. It turned out that they were on their honeymoon, so they all slipped into an easy conversation. Their names were Ken and Ann.
Ken openly admired Kathy's bikini. She bent over to put her things under her chair, intentionally giving Ken a long look at her full breasts, which were only partly covered by the thin material. He did not look away. She was enjoying the role of being an exhibitionist and she thought to herself that last night had changed her outlook and she was really enjoying being a flirt. She also was very proud of her body and suddenly relished showing it off.