1
Katrin and Stuart Jefferson were renowned for their generosity and lavish entertainment. They always did so in choice adults-only tropical resorts with their long, pristine, sandy beaches, palm trees, and luxury suites that were often to be found in cabana-style buildings painted a glaring white. They were in searing contrast to the azure blue, cloudless, skies above and the luxuriant greens of the flowering shrubbery, and planting, below. They lined the network of paths that meandered through the complex and brought guests to bars, plunge pools, and wave pools; all of them discreet resting places. There, guests could indulge themselves, and frolic with choice companions who were wealthy and renowned, just as they were. Those who had been invited were a select group who sought to cast worldly cares and constraints to one side.
In such discreet company, Katrin and Stuart were known to live in an open marriage, an arrangement that Stuart pursued more often than Katrin, who clung to the traditional ways of binding two people together. She gave nothing away about how she felt whenever Stuart’s defections occurred.
Just as it was in her business dealings, so it was that she would not become a hostage to fortune, not put at risk the business that she and Stuart had built up, from nothing, and that now made them billionaires, Stateside. They and their guests were featured on all the gossip channels, and pictures of them appeared on the society pages of tabloid newspaper magazines and the web. But, when on holiday, Stuart ensured that a news blackout was imposed, one landmark case that he had brought, and won, ensuring that privacy was now respected. Having his guests adhere to that regime, one of non-disclosure, ensured that the destination of private flights that Stuart arranged, and that flew away from the main air hubs, was kept a secret.
Stuart Jefferson could be a mean son of a bitch, when it concerned the shielding of his private life from prying eyes; from having others discover his holiday pleasures and the company that he so often kept.
In her behavior, Katrin was restrained, but in how she dressed Katrin was often seen to be provocative, ahead of the fashion curve, and could behave in that way here and now, in Cabana Paradise, the best of vacation resorts in the Dominican Republic.
To be here had been her choice, the guest list one that she and Stuart had agreed on. That it aroused some unease in Katrin was to be understood. Vacation time, and the encouragement of excess, also brought into play Stuart’s insistence that they were ‘open’ with each other; that openness was a byword for their marriage of fourteen years that, by agreement, had produced no kids and, for Stuart, liaisons with women who were of a like mind. Tempted she had been, but Katrin had not taken any lovers for such a man had yet to be found; someone who would take her out of herself and, to some people’s eyes, humdrum ways.
Those years of uncommon wedlock had been time enough for the strains of living with few boundaries to take a firm hold on her and take its toll on them. She felt again now, as she dressed to meet their guests for drinks and then dinner out there, beyond the windows of her suite and under the palm trees, that a change of heart would save her and her marriage. So far, nothing had shaken their marriage to breaking point, and no one had come in the way of them remaining business partners, the share of the spoils, if it ever came to a divorce, too close to call.
There was no prenup, so the stakes were high, so very high.
♠
Katrin made small talk easily. She ensured that guests new on the scene, newcomers to the annual jamboree in the sun, were welcomed. She never did stand on ceremony and neither did Stuart. He was relaxed, looked at ease, and rich in his sky-blue lightweight suit and pale, lemon-yellow shirt. She felt only too comfortable in her long dress, with its v-neckline and bodice showing off her toned and slender figure, accentuating the swell of her breasts, the slit in the dress’ skirt revealing a tanned thigh. Diamante earrings sparkled; a diamond-encrusted butterfly hung tantalizingly in her cleavage.
They had asked all in attendance to dress for the occasion, nothing too showy or formal, yet a statement of how they all felt to be here, in a place that took them all out of an only too ordered existence and working for AURUM Inc. and its subsidiaries, all of them Stateside. Discreet, select friends, were also on the guest list. They were all to gather for drinks and meals, the rest of the day and night hours were for them to live and play out whatever was on their minds, be it with each other or any of the guests that they chanced upon and agreed to hook up with.
Gold there certainly was in the patterned weave of a floral symbol, or star, on women’s dresses and blouses; to pendant necklaces, clunky bracelets, and bangles; gold jewelry on slender wrists or in a companion’s watch.
Katrin wouldn’t play the game, but she knew that others would seek to outdo those present, show to excess what money could buy, and, in doing so, offer a sure sign of success and money.
They all dined and drank, the waiters and waitresses suitably dressed and as Katrin had intended and planned for. All were clothed in white, the men with a colorful, tropical-themed, waistcoat; the women, girls really, with a scarf wrapped around their waists. They were all barefoot and moved silently about the carefully planned table layout.
In between courses, or as the mood or an impulse took them, they danced, Katrin being asked out of politeness, Stuart duty bound to make all female guests feel welcome and a part of their men’s lives where it concerned AURUM. It also allowed Stuart to reconnect with Lydia Gould, the flaxen-haired beauty that he took to, a woman that Katrin thought was like an opiate that Stuart had no wish to give up on. As in previous years, her airline pilot husband was nowhere to be seen.
‘As I was saying…’ Katrin began to tell a friend, Laura Jackson only to see her look away.
‘Me again, Brad?’ Laura asked with a teasing laugh, and mock disbelief on her face, as she looked his way.
Brad Esmeralda, the lean-faced, supremely fit former athlete with long, dark, and curly hair and a neatly trimmed goatee beard, stood by their table, his cream linen suit and open-necked sky-blue shirt so stark against his skin, his smile a dazzling brightness that captivated them both.
‘Sorry, no. It’s Katrin that I’m after.’
The two women laughed on hearing it said and seeing the teasing smile on his full lips. Attentive eyes were upon her and Katrin thought them to also be appraising and overtly wondering, flirtatious and unthreatening. Brad, it seemed, was playing the game so many guests fell into soon after their arrival, and the relaxed atmosphere and ways of it slowly took hold. You played the game according to only a few rules. You took your chances with someone you’d taken a fancy to, in Brad’s case, and where it concerned her; she who had set the blood humming in his veins.
Katrin was seen to give an all but imperceptible shrug of her shoulders to Laura, as if in the resignation of being taken away. She took hold of Brad’s hand, if only for a moment, but she’d already been possessed by a charge of excitement that his glances at her, through dinner, had aroused. She’d also met Stuart’s fleeting glance of acknowledgment, and noted the soft smile that was to be taken as some sort of sign, or acceptance, that she might be in the game that he too played.
It was getting on for midnight, the day soon to be brought to a close and in these overt ways of it between the guests.
‘Are you saving the best until last, Brad?’ she said with a teasing smile on her lips, ‘or were you spoilt for choice?’
‘No one looks the way you do, Katrin, the woman I see and reckon is lost and wants to be found.’
‘Wow!’ she laughed out, even as she felt his embrace upon her tighten as they danced, as they twirled and swayed, she soon falling into step and un-fazed by his easy ways of it, a natural dancer and quite at ease with her, flirtatiously so.
‘Yeah, wow…to have you with me now, Katrin. It’s a catchy name and different.’
She met his appraising look upon her, saw the drift of his eyes take in the woman that he held so tight in his arms. Katrin felt that she had become a part of him.
‘Direct, aren’t you?’ she whispered, her warm breaths in his ear, felt Brad’s hands on her hips for a moment and their gentle squeeze that, at any other time, would devastate her control. ‘Remember who I am, Brad…’
‘Stuart’s wife…his beautiful wife.’ He did not need to say anymore but turned her so that she could see Stuart with Lydia and take in what was already playing out between them. ‘Your man seems to be on a trip of his own, already.’
‘Now you are going too far!’ Brad kept her from breaking free, his actions disguised as a part of the dance they had fallen into.
‘No, Katrin, I’m just tellin’ you how I see it.’
‘Sure, you are…’
Katrin, the wife of a billionaire and to a fiendishly acquisitive and often ruthless man, was a woman that he had to know of, a woman that he scarcely knew but to whom he was drawn; a woman that he lusted after; a woman who would be a challenge and a captivating woman who would never have gone with a guy like him; a woman who was now in his arms on a sultry warm night and in an exotic location, and where other rules came into play.
‘I’m already seeing how it goes, Katrin,’ he murmured, huskily, as his embrace upon her loosened and they could look into each other’s eyes. ‘I’ve gone and saved the last, and the best, dances for you…only for you.’
♠
Katrin listened to Stuart’s steady breathing, watched the thin net curtains blow in at the open window, and saw the faint light from below their room that lit the resort’s pathways. Even at this late hour, three in the morning, voices could be heard chattering and laughing.
She had noticed Stuart pick up the traces with Lydia, a stately, shapely blonde, a woman she knew him to be in thrall to and ways possible. It wouldn’t be happening to the full, on their first night here.
She had pleasured him; had known that from tomorrow it could all be so different for Stuart. She also knew, on thinking back on all that Brad had said and done, discreetly, to show his interest in her, that tomorrow would also be different for Katrin Jefferson, a billionaire’s wife of forty-nine, a woman who wanted to live on the edge and to learn of it with Brad, a horny, well-hung, former jock who made no secret that he wanted her, to be into her, she who had never played the game in quite this way before. She would play and not be an onlooker.
She did have to learn how Stuart managed to keep his life in so many compartments. It did not sit easily with her, but she had to learn of it, if only once.
2
Brad’s gaze upon her was impossible to ignore, it drew her into him. She had met it often enough on the first evening, both over dinner and then more overtly when she had danced with him and they had time to talk and to bond, for that was how it now felt to her. A few words spoken in low and confiding voices, along with an unseen touch, were all a part of being drawn into the web that he seemed to be weaving for them.
She wondered how it would feel to give herself to the man, a sporting legend in basketball and now an internet entrepreneur, the founder of a company that Stuart had pursued for two years and had now acquired a large stake in; one that gave Brad little room to manoeuvre without Stuart’s say so.
That, in itself, was a surprise for the man she was now with, at the small jetty that had many jet-skis tied up alongside, bobbing in the low surf, was an independent spirit; a man with attitude and ways of thinking that was not confined to just the women the gossip, and even the fashion, pages showed him to be in the company of. She had seen Brad on the makeover the previous evening, with others, but all of that had been to wind her up, to have her believe that she was only a part of a bigger game and one that he’d play out with someone else, and not her.
Wasn’t that how all the tales of black guys making out with white women were spun? They played on fantasy, on all that a black guy brought to the sack, Brad, and guys like him, the dominant partner; a guy with a big dick but no finesse. He’d confounded all of that in the sharp way that he dressed and his attentive ways on the dance floor, his touches discreet, seductive, lingering, and intended to unsettle her.
She had engaged him, she in that long summer dress, split up to her waist and with its revealing, not trashy, plunging neckline. She hadn’t thought to hook the guy, but she was pleased that she had done so, had met Stuart’s soft smile of acknowledgment of what might yet play out while they were here; that maybe she’d be fucked beyond her wildest imaginings by a man who was all but a stranger, just as she knew from past gatherings that she and Stuart arranged, others conceded to and then move on.
‘You drive, Katrin…you take control,’ Brad said in his deep baritone voice that belonged to the strong but slender build of the man.
His skin was oiled up, it looked like polished mahogany and his muscles rippled as he held out a hand to her as she stepped slowly, in her bare feet, to the edge of the boarded walk, and then sat down, gripped the handlebars of the bobbing, blue and white jet-ski. She thought it a monster of a machine, made for two people, robust and powerful, just as the pictures of more adventurous types showed it to be capable of.
‘Relax,’ Brad soothed. His hands were on her shoulders, on the skin close to the life preserver that she was obliged to wear.
Brad soon settled behind her and she felt his strong thighs against her legs, felt a moment’s brush of his feet against hers. She shivered, all of this in full view of others as they paired up and as they had done, waited for the yard’s man to check all was well before the engine was gunned into life, then throttled back to a burbling growl.
‘Keep away from the beach! Swimmers and snorkellers can go way out, so keep your eyes open…both of you!’ The yard’s man tugged free on the mooring rope and pushed them away, Katrin turning the steering arm and increasing the engine revs. The jet-ski soon began to make way, surged, and settled back, as she became accustomed to the power at her disposal.
‘We keep away from the beach…not from each other,’ she just about heard him say with a teasing laugh. She soon felt his hands on the skin of her sides, at the waist of her skimpy bikini briefs. Katrin then felt his arms embrace her, felt Brad lean in close so that he could whisper in her ear. ‘Get used to this, then we can go further and faster…’
She nodded, turned her face away for an instant, then glanced sideways at him, met Brad’s beaming smile, and felt his fingers brush the skin of her belly. She squirmed.
‘I should have known what your game is in asking me to go out on this thing with you!’
The jet-ski rose and fell on the waves, rocked and swayed, the water cascaded over them in a battering spray, but Brad urged her on. He had Katrin weave and turn, heard her gasp in fear and wanton abandon for what he now encouraged her to share.
‘I…I couldn’t do this with you…last night,’ he breathed against her wet skin, pulled her hair to one side to place his lips to her throat. ‘Now I can do…this…and this.’
Katrin heard Brad’s infectious laugh. She squirmed on the seat in response to his questing touches, the slide of his hands over her thighs and up to the fabric of her bikini briefs before pressing suggestively against it. The jet-ski began to follow an erratic parallel course to the shore, then in a straight line as he touched her, stroked the swell in her bikini briefs before he slowly slipped his fingers under the sodden fabric.
‘This is only the beginning,’ he called out as the jet-ski dipped. They laughed as the water cascaded over them, Katrin squirming as Brad found her and fingered her shaven slit, caressing her in time with the movements of the craft, in the slow rise and fall of the sea. She felt enchanted, mesmerized, and was suddenly transported, in mind and body, by all that he now did to enslave her to his wanton ways of it, out on the sea and away from prying eyes.
‘This is crazy…so soon…so crazy!’ she gasped as the craft was slowed so that she could meet his kisses and the deepening claims upon her body that Brad now pursued.
‘I’ve seen how it is between you and Stuart. I saw that last night and that your guy wastes no time. I don’t want you to feel left out…’ Brad kept her from increasing the revs. ‘Know how it is for me being with you…here out on the water and then back in the hotel. I’d sure like that.’
She heard the persuasiveness in his voice You’ve given me little choice…’
‘You’ve always got that, a choice. But…something now tells me that you’re tempted to let go, Katrin. Do that for me, will you?’
‘Yeah…yeah,’ she kissed breathlessly as his fingers caressed once more. ‘It’s a matter of when I’ll let go, Brad. You’re someone new and in your ways of it…with me.’
‘A horny black guy?’ His hands tugged on the zipper of her safety vest. One found, then cupped, her firm breast, the one that he could caress through the mesh fabric of her bikini top that revealed all that she would bring to his touches. He did so gently and rhythmically, his fingers then pinching her hard nipple, tugging upon them, these claims upon her body by another man making her squirm and arousing a sense of reckless longing for him. ‘You do it for me now, just as you did that for me last night, Katrin.’
‘I know and I couldn’t believe that it was so.’ She kissed him hungrily and moved awkwardly on the seat to make that possible. ‘We’re goin’ in, or they’ll talk…’
‘Let them, lady,’ he retorted unbothered by what others might think. ‘What we’re doin’ is nothing new in the ways I’ve seen it in the few hours we’ve been here.’
‘It is for me, it’s new for me!’ she gasped as his fingers claimed her once more, parted flesh for one, last, lingering moment before they were withdrawn, and she falteringly put the jet-ski on its rushing erratic course for the pontoon.
Brad persisted in softer claims upon her, knew that this blonde woman with firmed-up tits and the soft swell of her belly would be an adventure, a different and longed-for ride with a classy, rich, white lady, her smooth skin and shaven pussy so easily discovered and with little or no wordy foreplay. That Stuart was neglecting his woman was just crazy, or else they had an arrangement like some of the others he’d seen hooking up, paired as if that was part of the deal for even being here in the Dominican Republic and this dollar-busting resort.
He wanted to know her, Katrin Jefferson; to claim her gym-toned body and make out with this woman who was more than eye candy. She made his dick twitch like none of the others he’d talked and danced with the night before. She’d learn of him and what he had, what his hand sought to shove down into his beach shorts and that she may have felt pressing into the base of her spine.
Stuart was into someone else. He would get into Katrin until they had nothing more to give.
‘We could go out again, but I’ll drive,’ he smiled suggestively at her as they drifted to a slow stop at the narrow, boarded jetty and Brad stilled their progress by putting out his leg. Katrin could not help but stroke his strong thigh as the jet-ski rocked.
‘Let me think on it, on all of what’s happened since I’ve been with you.’ She felt her resolve weakening because of what he had done; also from the sight of him, of Brad’s toned physique, and his undoubted hunger to know of her.
She was met by talkative others, her attention drawn to the friends in the group who were gathering for a beach-side barbecue. There was nothing more to be said in the crush. Katrin knew that she had to adapt, and quickly. Holiday adventures were made of spontaneous, pleasurably risky liaisons, none more so than the tantalizing, emotionally charged, the prospect of being taken to Brad’s bed. A fantasy, more in her case than Brad’s she could only assume, could become passionately real.
3
She found it difficult to keep away from him, to have Brad seated close by at the dinner tables set out for an al-fresco buffet meal, to see everyone enjoying themselves and the party atmosphere that had been carried over from the barbecue on the beach.
Stuart had been conspicuous for his absence, but here he was, now, looking relaxed and his tan deeper, his slender face more youthful, despite his greying, brushed-back, hair. He was at ease, in his dressed-down ways of it. Stuart never could let go of work, and would still be in contact on his iPhone or using his laptop. Not all the decision-makers at AURUM were here in the resort, but he still chose to remain in touch.
He came to her, now, and brushed his fingers over Katrin’s neck before he kissed her cheek as she turned to look at him.
‘Are you okay? We’ve been apart for so much of the day.’
‘I’ve decided to break some of my rules…’ she answered with a knowing smile that she saw caught him unprepared.
Stuart took in his wife’s understated ways of dress. She looked chic in a floaty chiffon dress that finished just above the knee, her tanned arms and legs revealed to his gaze, the body of the dress shaping her, its V-neck revealing the swell of her breasts, a jeweled pendant again to be seen there. What had once been a commonplace, an unremarkable sight, now lent his wife undoubted allure. ‘I saw you with Brad…’
‘I think I saw you with Lydia, so close and friendly…enjoying yourselves when you came to the barbecue…a little late. I held out for you but you had other things on your mind.’
‘Yeah, and it wasn’t so different from you being with Brad.’ Stuart leaned in and pretended to kiss her cheek. ‘Don’t get seen being too close to him…good looking as the guy is…’
‘I’ll bear it in mind,’ she retorted, scarcely able to conceal her rush of sudden anger for what he was alluding to and so out of place. ‘He’s a man and a good-looking one at that. He’s not like those I’ve associated with in the usual ways and now is different…as I think you and Lydia are finding it different from the everyday ways of life away from here.’
‘Katrin, listen…’ Stuart was made to step away as she suddenly pushed back her rattan chair and stood up.
‘No, I won’t listen’ she hissed and glared at him. ‘We each find our ways while we’re here. Give me space, just for a change…and like I do with you and always have done. ‘Open’…is ‘open’…not as you now tell me it should be, open on your terms only.’ She smiled as she caught sight of Brad and nodded as he shook his hand to signal that he’d get her a glass of the rum punch that was on offer. ‘I’ll see you later, Stuart, and listen? Jealousy doesn’t suit you, and you sure as hell don’t let that emotion get in the way where I am concerned when you’re with Lydia or anyone else you take to being with.’
Stuart glared at her but said nothing in reply.
Katrin stepped lightly over the rough grass and onto the terrace where the bar was located. The breeze tugged at the canvas awning, made it billow and snap, cooled the women in their dresses, slacks, and flouncy blouses, ruffled their hair, and had them refasten the silken bandanas that many chose to keep things in their place.
‘Trouble?’ Brad asked under his breath and over the rim of his sugar-frosted glass. His look upon her showed that he was captivated by the woman before him, beautiful and darned rich.
‘Nothing I can’t handle, ’ Katrin replied certainly, brushing her hair away from her face and looking back at him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. ‘You look good…’
‘Bein’ with you made me feel good this mornin’…’ He looked at the group and others who were residents in the hotel and at this supper. ‘I can only take so much of these food and drinks groups, so…so I wonder if we can go someplace else?’
Katrin bought some time. She removed her glasses and stowed them in her beach bag. She delighted in the look of him, the washed-out blue short-sleeved shirt with a motif she thought was cannabis leaves, in white, that hung loosely over baggy white cargo pants, his large feet as she had noted that morning now shoved into blue canvas deck shoes. It was all a cover for the strong man, with his beautiful silken, dark skin, underneath.
She wanted to let go, ached to let go, and to have him satisfy that ache, the nagging hunger, that gripped her belly. It declared a longing for a man that she had not known of in quite the ways of it and that Stuart pursued with his women. She lusted after this wealthy, sporty, hard man…hard in every way that would matter to her and soon.
She had sensed only too briefly, and in that bumping rocking ride on that jet-ski, that Brad, for all his flirty and teasing ways, could not keep from her what he packed. Crudely, put…a big cock. She did not need food or any more of the rum punch. She needed no alcohol to lose her senses in what she would discover with him. She wanted to be only too aware of all that would be shared.
‘Where’s it to be?’ he confided, his voice kept low, as he gazed around them to check they weren’t being overheard, then directly at her.
‘Your suite, Brad. Tell me the number and I’ll be there,’ she murmured, her voice suddenly weak with longing and a thrill of excitement, and anxiety, aroused by the thought of whom she would be with, coursing through her body.
4
Katrin pushed on the door and entered the room, the light from the setting sun still cast a warming glow into the lavishly furnished and decorated space. She saw the wide bed and its counterpane still spread out and could not keep from taking in the ragingly handsome man. Brad had stripped off his shirt and she gloried in his lean torso, in his dark skin that was like polished wood, Brad’s chest and stomach muscles so sharply defined, his slacks low on his hips and the tangle of pubic hair just to be seen at his waistline.
She shivered on seeing him turn and on seeing, in profile, how his pants were already misshapen. Just how much would he bring in taking her?
Brad said nothing.
He moved from the wide, open, window that gave access to the terrace and a small plunge pool that had been set into the slabs. Sensors would soon turn on the lights, as dusk fell, and the water turned to azure, a beacon to share in different delights. Potted palms fringed that place, a low wall shielded it from view.
Brad had kicked off his shoes and Katrin now saw him close the space between them, every movement in those shorts tightening the knot of longing and apprehension that possessed her.
Without a word they kissed, Brad unfastening the fabric tie at the neck of her dress before deftly lifting it over her body, throwing it to one side, and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra, the thinnest of materials holding those wonderfully full, rounded breasts; firm flesh with hardened nipples that he had known of far too briefly when out on the water.
‘Brad! Brad!’ she whispered on sharp intakes of breath as he bent to kiss them, to take each in his mouth and to offer sliding caresses until her nipples were claimed; fondled, and pinched, Brad, tugging on her nipples with renewed urgency as she slipped a hand inside his waistband. ‘Brad, oh Brad!’
‘Go on!’
She had reached for the swell in his pants and felt Brad fumble for the metal button that fastened them. She trembled and had to look down as her hands cupped his pouch briefs; slipped under the tight waistband and felt Brad’s cock slide over her questing hand. She felt it jerk and tremble and she shivered, wondered if that rod of hard and thick meat was too much for her to deal with. ‘Brad…Brad! What are you going to do to me?’
He silenced her with open-mouthed kisses, pushed his flickering tongue into her mouth to mimic the act of claiming her with his trembling prick, the flesh that she groped and caressed, sliding her hands and fingers over its length, teased its straining, blood gorged tip. Brad snorted in his pleasure for all that she did for him.
‘You’ll know soon enough what we’re goin’ to do, lady.’
Katrin met his hooded stare upon her only briefly, for she quaked at the sight of him, that pole of flesh leaping out from his hairless belly, the mat of coarse hair at its base, all this seeming to blemish what she now saw as a studiously tended, even obsessive man’s, body.
‘You’re beautiful,’ she whispered as her fingers brushed his face and moved over his body and to then caress, in light touches, what he would bring to her, all that would find her, would plumb her body. Brad’s hands cupped her face then moved to hold her neck. He looked deeply into her eyes, only pressed his mouth to hers as he spoke, meeting her startled gaze as Katrin wondered what he would demand of her.
‘Find me…and do it now!’ he commanded, taking her hands and putting them on his straining prick.
‘You’ll break me,’ she groaned, though fascinated by what she held, looked down to see the swollen tip glisten, the skin so smooth, her fingers offering renewed wondering caresses until she clenched it at the base, one hand cupping and squeezing rhythmically on his bloated sac.
‘Well?’ Brad smiled, cruelly. ‘Is it what you expected to find?’
‘Don’t mock me!’ she cried out, turning her face away as he sought to kiss her.
‘I won’t. Don’t you judge me, never do that!’
Brad snarled out the words before he kissed her fiercely, hungrily, as he held Katrin to him and she gripped his hips then buttocks, felt the slow grind of his prick against her belly as one hand pressed her against him, another traced a path down to the small of her back until he fingered her other place, made her jerk and press against him to avoid these unwanted claims to that part of her body.
She moved to gaze down and shuddered as she saw his length sweep over her belly. The man would fill her, plumb her up to her heart.
‘Brad…no!’
‘Oh yes!’ She was lifted against him. Katrin felt his strong hands under her armpits and saw the strain in Brad’s muscles as he did so. ‘I’m goin’ to love you…not break you, lady.’
She thought that she would faint at the thought of what was to follow. She was being lowered onto him, felt the awkwardness for only a moment as she raised her legs and wrapped them around Brad’s waist and could only gasp as his prick slowly filled her, went slowly deeper, his body rocking and swaying until she could take no more, felt impaled upon him.
‘You’ve got me now, lady…all of me,’ he gloated, breathing hotly against her skin. Having both of her holes stimulated by his strong, unfamiliar hands brought her quickly to her first orgasm. His arms tightened against her to hold her in place as Katrin bucked her hips with pleasure.
‘Oh! Oh fuck…fuck! Oh yes…yes!!’
She yelped and sucked in deep breaths of effort as he coaxed her to ride on him, her exclamations those of unquenchable pleasure as a rush of orgasms exploded through her. As he withdrew from her pussy, his fingers left wet streaks of her juices up her belly. His hold on her loosened and she turned and was made to fall back onto the couch before he pushed open her legs and thrust back in; leaned over her and they were joined only by that rod of meat. It began to plug her relentlessly, his movements pushing her down into the unforgiving cushions.
‘Yes…yes. It feels unreal!’ She embraced Brad’s neck and stifled her cries against his skin as he changed his pace, fucked her slowly as Brad sought to find a deeper place than where he had reached. ‘Stop! Stop!’
‘Jeez, woman! I want to fuck with you!’
Suddenly, she had squirmed away, wrenched on his penis, and now Katrin cried out as reality came rushing in. ‘A condom…put one on!’
‘You want that now?’
‘I sure as hell do! No chances, we take no risks. We fuck…that’s all!’ she demanded on halting breaths.
Brad lifted her as if she was but a rag doll and carried her to the bed, lowered her, and crushed the breath from her as he leaned across to the bedside cabinet and jerked open the drawer. In his hands was a lube of lube.
‘Smear it on, all of it,’ he commanded before pushing her hands away and he slicked the rubber over his penis. It was clear, like a second skin. ‘Now, we can really fuck!’
Brad renewed his claims upon her body, pressed his large hands onto her breasts, and squeezed; he, did that until she cried out in pain and abject pleasure. Katrin gasped as he pulled out of her and Brad’s fingers resumed their claims upon her body, parting her pussy’s wet lips as he bent to claim her in new ways with his lips and flickering, probing tongue. She pulled on his hair but that failed to stop him in his pursuit of her.
‘Again?’ she cried out, shuddering as she felt the rush of her orgasm course through her belly, the gnaw of desire aroused by these frenetic ways of being taken. She clamped her legs to keep his head between them until the rush lessened.
‘You don’t need any condom for that,’ he grinned, looking down into Katrin’s face and then bending to kiss her.
‘Keep it on!’ she yelled, dragging her mouth from his lips and probing tongue. She felt on fire but had not lost all her senses.
‘I’m not ready for that…no way…not yet.’ He pulled the rubber away and threw it to the floor. ‘I’ve got more,’ he snarled, hating to have his taking of her delayed for a moment longer.
‘Brad…no!’
‘Brad…yes!’
She met his lustful gaze upon her with startled eyes, then looked down. She could not help but shiver as he placed the tip of his unsheathed prick at her opening and lowered himself onto her. She lifted her hips to meet these renewed claims and shuddered as he moved sinuously to find her once more, felt her rise up to embrace him, to again stifle her snorts of delight and abject pleasure for what he again brought to her.
‘Do it! I can’t stop you, Brad…Brad!’ She gasped as he pulled out of her. ‘A condom?’
‘No…not yet.’ He lay back and pulled Katrin onto him, had her place his prick at her opening before his clamp of hands on her hips had her settle on him, to ride him in sinuous movements that jerked and pressed, pulled and eased on him. He reached up to claim her breasts, to stop their sway. ‘Now we’re doin’ it…lady! Now we’re doin’ it!’
Katrin shuddered as another orgasm coursed through her body and cramped her belly muscles. She averted her gaze, looked up at the ceiling as she claimed him, shuddered with longing, and in response to his wild ways, how Brad pulled her down, hard, onto him. She pinched his breasts and gazed down at him before meeting his kisses, only to tear her mouth away. ‘Oh no…oh no…again…so soon?’
‘When I say so, lady! When I say so!’
Brad drew her down to him and kissed her into snorted silence as she clamped on his prick and moved without any respite. His feet thrashed on the bed and he lifted her, along with him, as he reached up and to the bedside table. The packet rustled as Katrin leaned over him, and swept her breasts over his chest as he handed her the packet, torn open by his wonderfully even white teeth. The tantalizing sway of her breasts, in his face, was too much to endure, his mouth reclaiming them and he offered gentle nips to their tips.
‘Be still…be still, just for a moment!’ she begged on halting breaths.
Katrin rose on him as she drew the thin skein of rubber from the packet and, with trembling fingers, smoothed it down over half his length. She looked into his eyes as she settled on him once more, shivering every time she moved.
‘Now fill me…really fill me!’ she demanded. He ran the glistening head of his cock over her Slit and pressed it against her labia before the domed tip parted them and he began to enter her body once more. Katrin rose and fell, wrenched and eased on him, her eyes fluttering and then closing and her breathing becoming ragged.
‘Do it…do it!’ she panted, gripping his chest and looking up at the ceiling. She’d never felt so full from a man’s ways and what he brought to her.
‘Fuck you hard?’
Lost in the moment, Katrin nodded.
Without another word Brad pushed her back onto the bed, lifted her legs away, and slammed into her, provoking Katrin to shriek in pleasure and fear as he fucked her, gave her no respite, and no longer sought to share in the act. He felt her lift her hips and drag on him every time that he moved away, only for him to then plunge into her, the bed rocking and creaking, his hands clamping her breasts and squeezing on them, his lips silencing all sounds that she tried to make.
He keeps up a steady rhythmic bumping and easing from her, his breaths of effort and pleasure matching hers.
‘Are you near?’ she gasps, her senses overwhelmed by what he brings into her. She’s dismayed that he hasn’t climaxed, lost it all, and climaxed from what they are putting each other through.
‘Close, I’m so darned close but I love what you’re doing to me!’ He doesn’t want to lose it. His pelvic muscles tighten, and he languishes in the pleasure and pain of holding back the flood; feels it in his anus and the strong caresses of her fingers pricking into his spine, stroking between his butt cheeks, making him acutely aware of it.
Katrin tore her mouth away. ‘Brad…Brad! I…I…I can’t go on or hold back!’
She was in another place and stared at him with unseeing eyes; raised her pelvis and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking a heel over her other foot, and opening the way to his thrusting cock. Brad arched his back and took her until he was into a consistent rhythm. Each thrust and slip aroused primal gasps of pleasure from them, Katrin pinching and pulling on her nipples as he moved his cock in and out of her bucking body.
‘I’ll do that to them!’
Brad stopped her from pulling on her hard nipples and locked eyes with her as she milked his long black shaft, tightening and easing her pussy’s muscles so wonderfully as they moaned in shared pleasure. He gripped and tugged on those wonderful breasts as the rhythm intensified.
‘You feel incredible inside me, Brad! So…so…keep fucking me until I’m gone!’
‘Lady, I’m gone…gone!’
‘Yes, me too, at last!’ Katrin screeched as she gushed, She felt Brad burst in harsh pulses of release, the squelching sound of them fucking to the end; her body fully accepting him and Brad’s raging, unrelenting claims on her body impossible to control. ‘You’ll…you’ll break me!’
‘If only! You know what you’re doin’ to me, so well!’
She pulled on his hair, rose to offer open-mouthed kisses, and to take in his hot breaths of release, could not keep him from bending to kiss her nipples and to again take each in his mouth and to pull on them.
‘I just love what you’ve got, lady…in every part of your body.’ Brad called out and finally collapsed upon her as Katrin gradually came down from her high. He felt her lazily stroke his skin. ‘You’re one horny lady.’
‘And you brought me more than anyone else.’
Katrin was dismayed by how she had taken him into her. Brad had given her so little time to accept him. She pushed one hand between their bodies, breathed in the musky aroma of what had been shared so tempestuously, and she fingered herself. She felt his shaft still so hard within her. She knew that there would be no respite from his claims upon her and that she would seek of him whenever the opportunity allowed.
Yes, Brad had turned her into a crazed lover, a woman who had learned of it differently and with a strong, lustful, and well-hung black guy.
Brad rolled onto his back, keeping her to him. He watched as Katrin slowly moved and eased the condom off him, then offered a fingertip caress to his sticky wet skin.
‘All of this…because of me…what you wanted from me,’ she whispered, marveling at how full the condom was, how it sagged as she pinched the opening shut and dragged it slowly over his stomach, bending over him to offer a kiss and to sweep her sore breasts over his chest. She took her time to kiss his nipples and tug on them.
Katrin left the bed.
In the bathroom, she saw her reflection in the mirror and the marks on her tanned skin, her belly and on breasts, and her aching thighs. She felt pleasurably wasted from her rides on and with him. The condom was flushed away.
‘You’re a fine woman,’ she heard Brad call out to her and looked up to see his reflection in the mirror. ‘You made me do what I did…what I wanted to know of and only with you while I’m here.’
Katrin shivered. She knew only too well what had been shared with him, but Brad’s physique and all that he brought continued to dismay her. This could so easily become on long holiday fuck, an opportunistic liaison that she knew had no future and so it could be pursued to the max.
The future? That lay in her life with Stuart.
‘And now?’ she couldn’t help but smile, reaching out behind her and seeing him draw near and feel him take her hand to his flaccid length.
Brad embraced her and lifted Katrin’s head so that he could press soft kisses to her throat. ‘You lead in all that you now want from me, lady…’
‘A bathe in your pool along with a drink, before we fuck again, mister,’ she replied, letting him guide her to the pool. ‘I’ve had a change of heart, this one time. Whatever Stuart does so can I, only better. Call it beginner’s luck to find that with you, Brad. Open marriages aren’t for me, but I wanted to know of it and to do that with you.’
She broke free of his hold on her, and with a backward glance that had her feeling like a goddess, she stepped down into the cooling waters of the plunge pool. She would be another woman and would return to her role as the tyro’s wife, and business partner, when the holiday was over, when she and Brad were through, he with her and she with him.
That was how these games were played out.
Stuart would have his wife back and they would talk about this, just as they had done at other times, only Stuart was the one who’d played away. She wasn’t so sure if playing away was for her. The big black cock was an adventure and not the way to go, or not for too long.
But she would have to try, over the time that remained to her, here in the resort, and with Brad. Open marriages had a way of breaking up couples and she sure wasn’t ready to go there. She loved Stuart too much and had built up with him all that they had. She had done it all with him, only him. They would make up for a lost time after all of this had passed over.
‘I brought you this,’ Brad smiled beautifully, holding out a glass of champagne as he sat down beside her on the narrow ledge of the plunge pool. ‘You only live once, so you may as well try out what others do…’
Brad put an arm around her waist, and she raised it to her breasts, keeping it there for a moment only.
‘A change of heart is for another time,’ she smiled. Her hand now reached down beneath the water. ‘So much to do and there’s so little time,’ she said with a wicked grin. Katrin found that the man beside her was ready to play all over again.
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