Please allow me to report my whereabouts for the last glorio..

Please allow me to report my whereabouts for the last glorious week. Sunny Jamaica. I’m extremely pleased to announce that there was no short supply of either bottles of Bacardi or well-endowed, dark-skinned bulls looking to capitalize on needy foreign wives. And let me assure you, I took full advantage of the abundance. Honestly, I’m not certain which I drained more of. Thankfully, Scott and I had the foresight to book adjoining rooms for this trip on the chance that I might want to stay up a little later on some nights than him. And the decision turned out to be a good one – fantastic, in fact. Not so much because Scott needed extra sleep, but rather due to the fact we found a sexy y0unger black gentlemen who took special pleasure in making my husband listen from the other room. We met him at a day club on our resort where he brazenly approached me as I sat next to Scott at the pool bar. “Allow me to introduce myself” he said in his sexy Jamaican accent. “My name is Anton, and I simply had to compliment you on your amazing tattoos.” We chatted for a while, and he bought us all a round of shots. Until finally, he expertly made his move. “As a bit of an artist myself, I’d definitely love to put some of my own ink on that sexy body of yours,” the Jamaican stud stated with absolute confidence. “Oh yeah?” I responded, taking his b a i t. “Do you have any recommendations on what it would be and where you think it would look best?” “I most certainly do,” he answered without hesitation. “I think you need a tastefully sized queen of spades, and I’d like to put it dead-center on that perfect ass – where everyone can see my work when you’re wearing a hot little thong like the one you have on now.” “Queen of spades?” I shot back inquisitively, doing my absolute best to play sweet and naieve. “What exactly would something like that signify?” He laughed, clearly sensing my coy response to his aggressive suggestion. “It would signify that you love getting exactly what it is that you came to Jamaica to get.” “Oh…. And just what exactly is that, if I may ask?” I responded, clearly wanting to prolong our little charade. “Big. Black. Jamaican. Cock” he answered slowly with assurance. Just like the one on me that I’m certain you’re already fantasizing about. At that point, I was no longer just nibbling at his b a i t I was fully hooked. And his worm (or black mamba, rather) was exactly what it was that I was thinking about. “Scott,” I said turning my attention back to my husband, “why don’t you order us a bottle of something and m33t us back up at the room. I’d like to get jumpstart on my ‘tattoo consultation’ with Anton, here. I honestly think that he might be just the artist that we’ve been trying to locate.” Without waiting for Scott’s reply to what was clearly a rhetorical request, I grabbed Anton by his large hand and led him to the steps of the pool. By the time that Scott arrived at the room with a full bottle of Barcadi and an assortment of mixers, Anton already had me on my knees. A shock of my sun-bleached hair was knotted in his fist as tears were beginning to stream down each of my cheeks. I nearly came as I heard the unmistakable sound of my husband’s key card at the door. There’s just something about having my husband see an alpha bull making me gag on his cock that has that effect on me. “You can leave the bottle on the table,” Anton stated with authority, while simultaneously nodding to the door of the adjoining room. “There are one or two things that I’ll be doing to your pretty wife that I’d like to keep just between the two us for the moment.” Swoon…. Anton released his grip on my head long enough to permit me to extract his massive cock from the depths of my throat. “It’s okay, sweetheart… please go.” And with that, I immediately continued ministering to my bull as Scott reluctantly made his way next door. Anton, for his part, then proceeded to make good on his promise. More on that part tomorrow. After saying our good-byes approximately 90 minutes later, I went to the adjoining room to check on my husband. And I was relieved that he was hard as a rock, and not livid at having been so summarily dismissed by my new friend. I dropped to my knees and commenced to give him the type of blowjob that a sweet and giving husband like him absolutely deserves. Plus, I knew fully well that trying to relieve his aching need with my completely stretched out and filthy cunt probably wouldn’t be getting the job done that night.