Sandie sat forward on the edge of the bed as Danny came back into the room. “Well, that’s the suitcases put away,” he said returning from the garage. Like Sandie he was well-tanned from their break away.
“Till next time,” she said with a hint in her voice as he approached.
“Maybe,” he commented as he came to a halt in front of her.
Her hands reached out to his waist and her fingers clutched his belt buckle. “Any regrets?”
He shook his head.
“Honestly?”
His head shook again. “No,” he started to say as her busy fingers began to unbuckle his trousers.
“You?”
“Definitely not!” she responded instantly. “I loved every moment of it.”
He looked into her eyes. Sandie was not the same woman that went away three weeks ago. Then, she had been tired; stressed out after her first year of guiding sixth-form students through their English A-level exams. He too had had a tiring year; his business partner died suddenly and left him running the business by himself. There had been strains in their marriage too, dealing with their two sons deciding to go away to university rather than stay local, among other things. The school holidays couldn’t come quickly enough. Danny had recruited an experienced manager to share the workload, and the boys had decided to go hiking in Germany. Then they spotted a last-minute cancellation for a holiday in Jamaica in the local travel agents when out shopping one Saturday. It had been a godsend and sent them off on a journey that would have life-changing consequences.
As her fingers tugged at his zipper she asked him once again, “Are you sure that you have no regrets?”
“No. I would have said so if I had. You should know me well enough by now!”
“Sorry, I… I just wanted to be sure that what we did… what I did, isn’t going to affect our marriage. You know how much I love you don’t you?”
His hand touched her cheek. “What we did we did together, and I don’t regret one iota of it. To be honest, I have never enjoyed myself so much in my life.”
“But I spent practically the whole of our holiday with another man. Not just any man, but a….”
“Jamaican man,” he finished. “I know Sandie. You fucked a Black guy. You were like a bitch on heat, and I loved every moment of it. Those times that I managed to get to watch you; get to see you, get to take part, join in with you and Jermaine will be etched in my memory for the rest of my life. I get hard just thinking about it.”
There were tears in her eyes, but she still managed a laugh. “It does make you hard, I can see that,” she said holding his erection. “I behaved like a slut. Is that what is making you hard?”
“You behaved like a woman. You were your natural self, liberated and wild, I enjoyed seeing you in a way that I have never seen you before. I saw you enjoying the fullness of sex, and I loved it.”
She kissed the tip of his cock and then looked back up at him. “So, what moment stands out for you then?”
He spoke without hesitation. “The first time I saw you taking his cock to your mouth. The morning after your first night with him I went up to see if you were awake and asked did you want coffee. The bedroom door was ajar, and I looked in on you. You were lying halfway down the bed holding the base of his cock and you were licking him and sucking him. Jermaine was lying back with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying it. His face was contorted, and he was moaning softly. He opened his eyes and spotted me, then waved me away.”
