The Sparrow and the Anaconda

 My name is Michael Morgan -- friends and family call me Mike. I'm 42, average height and weight and an IT professional for a Healthcare system in Michigan. My wife is Sarah Morgan -- friends and family call her Sparrow, and she is a schoolteacher in the elementary system.

Sparrow is barely five foot tall, small breasted (32b), just about 100 pounds soaking wet. She has brown hair that falls just to her shoulders and deep brown eyes. I will also admit that she has the cutest little ass this side of Detroit. She is 39 years old but looks much younger because of her size.

We live in the suburbs of Grand Rapids and have been married for 18 years. We have two children in their teens, old enough to be on their own but still young enough that we don't leave home alone overnight.

As you can guess, Sparrow got her nickname because she is incredibly tiny and lithe but to anyone who knows her, she is small but mighty and has an Irish temper that surprises people who cross her. She is also incredibly reserved and private and doesn't take kindly to jerks or arrogance.

I'd love to tell you that we are wild sexually and have a lot of adventures, watch porn and have tons of sex toys, but none of that is true. The wildest thing we've ever done in the close to twenty years together was having sex in the back of a pickup truck during the first summer we dated and when she gave me a BJ on her parents covered porch while they were inside watching Jeopardy one hot summer night. And after eighteen years of marriage, the sex has gotten somewhat sedate and "vanilla". Same positions, a very rare night of oral sex, no toys, dildos or movies.

So, it was out of the ordinary when I walked into the kitchen one fall night two years ago with what would be a somewhat radical idea. Sparrow was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a black hoodie and yoga pants, her legs tucked up under her slender frame to keep warm. She had a pair of cheaters reading glasses on and was sifting through a small stack of bills and having a glass of wine.

I sighed...I loved the look of my wife in yoga pants (we've already established she has the ass of a 18 year old coed) and smiled to myself watching her face all scrunched up doing paperwork. Yeah, you could say I love my wife.

"Hey, Sparrow... what you working on?" I asked innocently.

Sparrow looked up from the pile and gave me a sarcastic grin before holding up the stack of papers in front of her.

She said, "I'm finishing my doctoral thesis on Nuclear Fission and the effects of radiation on bees!"

I laughed, which made her smile. Then she said, "Bills, Mike, bills, bills and more bills!"

I kissed her on the forehead and reached past her for a wine glass and poured myself a healthy draw of merlot from the bottle.

"Kids are in bed finally -- well, let's say they're in their rooms, pretending to be sleeping but probably on social media or watching porn..." I said.

Sparrow's head snapped up when I said PORN as if I was committing a mortal sin and said, "If they're watching porn, they learned that from you -- Mr. Morgan!"

I laughed and reached for the papers in front of her. "Do we have any money left after paying off half the utilities in Michigan?" I asked.

Sparrow pursed her lips and said, "Barely -- Things are crazy expensive anymore...Someday we may be selling the children off for medical research to keep things afloat around here!"

I nodded and dropped the paperwork back on the table. I thought for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "We need a break....and I have an idea..."

Sparrow took the readers off and looked up at me..." Uh, oh...this sounds expensive -- your ideas are always expensive!"

I laughed and pulled a brochure out of my back pocket and laid it in front of her. On the cover were an attractive couple basking in the sun and splashing each other with pale blue ocean water... Sparrow glanced down at it and her eyes widened.

"Jamaica?" she exclaimed. "Have you lost your senses? I just told you we barely have enough money to pay the mortgage and utilities, let along the kids' soccer unforms due next week!"

Mike swallowed hard and let his little wife finish her tirade before speaking. "Sparrow, take a look at the pricing of this. Through the hospital's credit union, they're offering a buy one, get one free for adults. It would be half the normal cost and include airfare to an adult, all inclusive, resort in Negril. 8 days, seven nights in a five-star rated resort.

For the first time, Sparrow calmed down to look at the brochure a little closer. She had to admit to herself that the price was excellent. But still she had her doubts.

She looked up at Mike and said softly, "Honey, I know we haven't had a lot of time for ourselves, but this is still a lot of money...And what about the kids?"

Mike nodded and opened his phone to show her his balance in his saving account. It was more than sufficient for the trip.

Sparrow looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked him where the money came from. Mike smiled and told her that this wasn't a spur of the moment's idea...that he had been socking away extra funds from each paycheck for over a year in anticipation of this trip. He said that he even had enough left over for her to go shopping for some island wear before the trip.

Sparrow stood up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You know, Mike, you're certifiable! When would we do this? What about the kids?"

Mike grinned and said "End of the month...already have the flights reserved and your folks have agreed to stay with the kids. Gives you time to shop!"

Sparrow smiled and said, "Wow! More importantly, to get this mom body in better shape!"

The rest of the month flew by and with each passing day, Sparrow and Mike got more excited about their upcoming vacation. It had literally been years since they were away alone, and Sparrow worked out like crazy every day to tone her body. And then a week before their trip, she went shopping for island attire without Mike because she wanted to surprise him with a couple of sexy outfits.

Not to be outdone, Mike ordered a couple of bathing suits online for his wife to wear. It wasn't the normal stuff she would wear, but he hoped she'd relax a little while they were away and let her hair down. One was a bright orange bikini with a thong-like bottom that left little to the imagination and the other was a surprise fabric that would turn transparent when it got wet. He didn't tell her about that feature -- it looked more "presentable" with more material than the bikini, but he tested it under water and could see his hand through the translucent material -- hopefully she would wear it one day to the beach for the islanders to see. Mike would feign ignorance and claim he didn't know it was see-through when he bought it.

Sparrow bought a few less conservative short sundresses and short shorts that she would never wear at home and some island color thongs which she hoped would turn Mike on. She stopped in a beach surf shop at the mall that she had never been in before and purchased a couple of necklaces with suns on them that she felt would look good with the v neck dresses and also a couple of bead and leather ankle bracelets -- one with black and white alternating beads and another with a pineapple encrusted on the cord. She looked at a third that had the colors of the Jamaican flag but decided if she wanted that, it would be better to buy it locally on the island. Finally, she bought a black fabric choker -- she knew Mike would love that.

On the day of the flight, Mike and Sparrow dropped the kids off at her mom's, kissed them goodbye and told them to behave for their grandparents. As they drove to the airport, Sparrow felt like she was missing something -- that her life was somehow different. And then she realized it was the kids...it was the first time since they were born that they were going somewhere as a couple again and not a family. It was a strange but fun feeling and she hugged Mike's arm as he drove.

The flight to Jamaica was relaxing and festive -- everyone traveling had the same thoughts in their mind -- relax! There were college kids, couples like them, a few business travelers and some retired people but everyone was looking forward to escaping the cold Michigan fall and relaxing on a warm beach with an island drink.

Neither Sparrow nor Mike were heavy drinkers, but they allowed themselves to have a couple of in-flight glasses of champagne. Mike grabbed Sparrow's leg sitting next to her and she could tell he was as excited as she was.

At some point, a thought came into Sparrow's mind -- If this trip was sponsored by Mike's hospital, there may be someone on the flight that would recognize them. She brought this to his attention, and he laughed and told her that there were almost 30,000 people who worked for his health system and any interaction he had with them was always online, so the chance of someone recognizing them was slim to none.

He leaned over and whispered in his little wife's ear and said, "So you're completely anonymous on this trip...you can be as bad as you want to be, and no one will know! So, relax and let's have some fun!"

And then he slid his hand up between her slender thighs and tickled her pussy through the thin material of her panties. Sparrow gasped and slapped his hand away and told him to behave...Mike laughed and said behaving was the last thing on his mind.

They talked and laughed and acted like newlyweds again for the rest of the flight and Sparrow had to admit to herself that Mike's idea was perfect and just what they needed to rekindle their relationship.

The airport at Montego Bay was a mess -- people milling around, others selling things, trying to get them to take rides to the resort rather than the transport provided by the trip. Mike had traveled occasionally through work and was more accustomed to international travel and foreign countries. Sparrow had never been outside the United States with the exception of a work trip to Canada for a conference, but this was completely different.

As they walked outside of the airport, the heat of the island blasted them, and they suddenly felt very overdressed. Sparrow had packed a carry on for them with light clothing and they turned around and went back in to change. She had been wearing a denim skirt for the flight but now had changed into a very thin, very light sundress and sandals. Mike was wearing a light button-down short-sleeved shirt and tan shorts and Sparrow noticed right away how pale they both were in contrast to the Jamaicans on the island.

They went back outside and looked for their transport -- the dispatcher told them it was on its way back from the resort and would be there in about 30 minutes to pick them up. He suggested they buy a drink and relax by the palm trees while they waited. This was the fourth drink that Sparrow had between the champagne, a glass of wine and whatever they were now drinking -- she was not a heavy drinker and felt a little lightheaded but totally relaxed.

They sat on a bench nursing their drink while they waited for the transport. Sparrow was a people watcher and found herself checking out the islanders -- some were very light skinned; others were deep black -- she thought to herself that they were all pleasant looking and seemed happy. There weren't a lot of black people where they lived back home, and Sparrow was fascinated by the reggae music and colors and sounds around her. This truly was paradise.

When the resort bus pulled up, they were happy to see it was a full-sized greyhound type bus and not some of the "chicken" buses they had seen here and there taxiing around the airport. They left their luggage with the porter who was loading suitcases in the belly of the bus.

When it was time to load, there was a young black man standing at the door assisting people onto the bus. Mike went in first and as Sparrow started to climb the steps, she stumbled a little as the first step was higher than she anticipated. The young man grabbed her arm to steady her and as she looked down, she saw the color contrast of her pale skin against his hand. She looked up into his coal black eyes and he was smiling at her -- there was nothing rude or obscene about his grasp -- he was just trying to help but she blushed and thanked him.

Trying the first step onto the bus again, she felt his hand on the small of her back assisting her, but his long black fingers were splayed so that his thumb and forefinger touched her ass lightly. Again, nothing in his touch was out of line, but between the drinks she had and his handsome looks, Sparrow felt her panties dampen a little as she climbed the remaining stairs.

It occurred to her that the sundress she was wearing was short and the stairs up were tall and if the young man looked a certain way, he would certainly get a glimpse of her now sodden panties -- she looked back at him, and he gave her a little smile and a bit of a wink and Sparrow went from blushing to crimson red. She hurried up the rest of the stairs to catch up with Mike and once again lost her footing...Damn it!

She felt the young man's hand on the back of her leg -- high enough to be under the hem of the dress but not so high as to seem improper.

She didn't know whether to thank him or slap him and realized that he was only trying to help and she was the one who was uncoordinated, so she smiled at him and mumbled her appreciation. She was still panting hard when she caught up to Mike who gave her a look like, "Are you okay?" and she nodded her head and said the stairs onto the bus were not made for small people like her.

As they rode to the resort, Mike and Sparrow watched as the locals milled through their town -- some of the areas they were in were very poor and Sparrow commented more than once about the sites they were seeing.

Arriving at the resort, the scenery changed from squaller to luxury and the gated community of the hotel certainly lived up to its name. They were greeted by the staff with warm towels and more drinks (!) and their luggage was taken to their room -- The air-conditioned room felt delightful, and they found themselves looking over the balcony to the cool blue water and hot beaches at the edge of the property.

After tipping the bellhop, Sparrow told Mike she was going to jump in the shower to get some of the grime of the day off. Mike shrugged -- Men didn't understand like a woman did that you've got to clean up -- that road dust and debris was disgusting -- she took a cool shower and cleaned up, and stepped out of the bathroom to greet her husband wearing a VERY nice robe provided by the resort -- she had shaved her legs and decided to shave her pubic hair bare -- she knew Mike would like that and this week was all about romance, wasn't it?

When she came out, she saw Mike sitting on the bed with the tv remote control in his hand flipping through channels. She looked over at the television to see the channels fly by - Fox News, a soccer game, some local foreign language channels and then, Mike paused, and Sparrow looked over to see what he was so interested in. On the screen was a very sexy woman wearing just a short skirt and tank top, no bra. It could have been Sparrow's body double or at least her younger sister. Mike looked at his wife out of the corner of his eye while keeping another eye on the screen.

As they both watched, a door opened and a very large black man who was extremely built entered the room and walked over to the little brunette and wrapped his arms around her. The top of her head barely came up to his chest and Sparrow guessed that she was the same size as her or that the man was well over 6'5 or both.

Neither Mike or Sparrow said a word and watched as the black man put his hands on the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and off of her. Her pale breasts exposed, she was as small as Sparrow which added to the doppelganger image.

Sparrow put her hand over her mouth and continued to watch the scene unfold on the TV. The young woman dropped to her knees in front of the mountainous black man in front of her and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and then pulled his underwear down exposing the largest and thickest black cock she had ever seen. Sparrow gasped, realizing his penis was longer and thicker than the woman's forearm and she felt her knees go weak.

Mike looked over at his wife who was now beat red. She didn't realize that her robe had opened, and Mike saw her shaved pussy glistening from between her legs...He didn't know what to do or say, so he quickly changed the channel and said to her, "I guess they have the playboy channel huh?"

Sparrow swallowed hard and turned away from the tv before saying, "I think that's more than the playboy channel, Mike...oh my god -- are all black men that big?"

Mike laughed and said, "No, not in my limited experience of checking out other guys in the locker room or when I was in the military, they weren't, but porn stars are supposed to be pretty big. That's why they have the part, right?"

Sparrow tried to laugh it off but then said, "Do you think he was going to do her with that monster? How would she handle that? My God, she's the same size as me!"

Mike felt that the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn and shut the TV off and announced he was taking a shower too...Sparrow watched as her husband started to undress and saw that he was hard.

She grinned at him, "Did that turn you on? Seeing that little brunette with him?"

Mike thought for a second and started to say that her shaved pussy turned him on, but knew that was a lame response, so he decided to come clean and tell her that yeah, it was pretty erotic, and the color contrast was hot. And then he turned it back to her and asked Sparrow if it turned her on too?

Sparrow swallowed -- she nodded and said it was pretty amazing... Mike smiled and reached over and cupped her pussy, letting his finger dip inside her for a second. When he pulled his finger out, it was wet with her juices.

He laughed and said he could tell.

Sparrow started to protest and decided no matter what she said, her body told the real tale, so she just sighed and nodded her head.

Mike was glad she was being honest about what she was thinking. He said, "Maybe we can check out that channel again later tonight after dinner."

He went into the shower to clean himself up. An image of Sparrow being the one sucking that big black cock came into his mind, and he wound up masturbating until he came hard in the stall. He considered telling her his sexy thought but changed his mind -- figured she might freak out it. Truth be told, Mike harbored a secret fantasy of seeing his wife with another guy occasionally, not because he wanted her to cheat, but because the imagery of seeing her be "bad" as an observer was a hot thing to think about.

When he came out of the bathroom, Mike saw that Sparrow was out on the balcony overlooking the resort and ocean below. She had changed into a long white skirt with a walking slit down the side and a short tan V-neck gauze top that was conservative but high enough that she wouldn't need to wear a bra underneath it.

"One of your new purchases, Mrs. Morgan?" he asked. "I like it! Especially the no bra look!"

Sparrow blanched and said, "How did you know I wasn't wearing a bra? Is it too thin?"

Mike laughed and told her that it was fine -- that he could tell by her side profile and that the top was both chic and respectable and it made her look like a model.

Sparrow grinned. "Thank you, kind sir...It's all part of my letting loose and enjoying myself week away where no one knows me...I can be anything here...right? Isn't that what you said?"

Mike wrapped his arms around his sexy wife's waist and told her he loved the look and was glad she was embracing the island's charms...That he would love nothing more than for her to let her hair down and be the bad girl he once married!

Sparrow laughed and said that she was hardly ever a bad girl, but that if he played his cards right, she might see a new side to her this week.

Mike said, "Mmm...I'd love that, babe...you already look good enough to eat...maybe we should stay in and get room service?"

Sparrow laughed and told him that she had made reservations for one of the resort's seven restaurants while he was in the shower and to get dressed or they'd be late. Mike changed into a quasi-island shirt and pants, and they hurried down to the steakhouse restaurant she planned for that night.

The food was as amazing as the view was, but the service was the most spectacular part of the evening. A young black waiter assigned to their table introduced himself as Jerome was attentive, funny and very complimentary to Mike and Sarah. Mike noticed that he paid particular attention to Sparrow. It almost became comical -- as soon as her water was touched, he was back with more...if her wine wasn't full, he came back to fill it. He made sure that her every need was satisfied and made her feel like she was the only person in the room.

It's so obvious that Mike starts to kid her about her "secret admirer" which makes Sparrow blush.

"Stop it, Mike...he's just doing his job...I'm sure he hopes it will result in better tips!"

Mike laughed and said, "There is no tipping allowed here babes...it's all inclusive...He just loves the little brunette with her tits on display every time he comes over!"

Sarah gasped and looked down at her top. Sure enough, her nipples were protruding through the thin gauze material of the top. She instinctively covered them with her forearm and looked over at her husband.

"You told me this was acceptable without a bra!" she hissed...

Mike laughed and told her she looked amazing in it without a bra and then told her to relax...that this was what this week was all about. To let her hair down and just forget being wife/mom -- to flirt a little and have some fun... He reminded Sparrow that they would be back to the cold weather and being in their old lives soon enough.

"Think of it as an adventure...you're a secret agent -- you can be whomever you please!"

Sparrow took a deep breath and closed her eyes and when she opened them, she grinned and said, "Okay, Mr. Morgan...I'll try...But it's going to take more than a couple of drinks to get me to relax enough to flirt, you know. I'm a good Christian woman happily married to the man of her dreams..."

Mike laughed and said, "Well, I'm happy to hear that, my love and I love you too...I'm just saying, I'm not too upset that you've got your own personal fan club here and it seems like both Jerome, and I are part of it. And that's perfectly okay with me...I'm glad that other guys think I have such good taste in women that my wife is so sexy."

Sparrow smirked and took a big sip of her wine. Just as she put her glass down, Jerome was right there to refill it...Both Mike and Sarah burst out laughing, which caused Jerome to look down at her in surprise.

"Did I say or do something wrong, Miss Sarah?" he asked.

Sparrow looked up at the young man with new eyes. She saw that his gaze was on her top and knew that she was once more "projecting" her emotions for him.

She decided to play the aggressor for the first time in her life. She swirled the wine glass a little and looked up at him before speaking.

"Jerome, I appreciate you taking such good care of me, well, us...but if you keep pouring me more wine, Mike will have to carry me back to the suite...I'm a light drinker, young sir!"

Jerome burst out laughing and said, "Miss Sarah, that's what vacations are for, are they not? Relaxing and enjoy yourself? No one is going to judge you if you have a little wine or something else -- this is your time for decadence and fun, right?"

Sparrow grinned and said, "First of all, Jerome...if we're going to be friends, please call me Sparrow, not Miss Sarah....and secondly, I'm not sure that decadence was really the word you were looking for, was it?"

Jerome looked confused for a moment and then said, "Am I using the wrong word? Isn't decadence exploring exotic sensations and experiences?"

Sparrow turned bright red and her mouth fell open. She looked over at Mike and said, "I guess he DOES know what it means!" and shook her head...

Mike burst out laughing. He turned to Jerome and said, "I think it's time we call it a night, Jerome...We hope to see you again soon?"

Jerome smiled and said it would be his pleasure -- that he would love to be of service 'in any way you desire' to them during their stay and hoped that they enjoyed their meal... and then he stepped away and went into the kitchen.

Mike looked over at Sparrow, who was bright red by this point and held his arm out for her. She rose from her seat and walked quietly out of the restaurant with him, taking her husband's arm and holding him close. As soon as they were out of earshot of the building, she turned to him and said,

"You better hurry and get me back to the suite or I'm going to tell you to fuck me right here in the courtyard."

Mike grinned and grabbed her hand, and they hurried back to the suite. As soon as they entered, Sparrow stripped off her skirt and top and climbed onto the bed, beckoning for Mike to take her...She was still wearing her thong, but it was apparent to him that it was drenched.

Mike stripped off his clothing and climbed between Sarah's legs. He kissed her face and neck causing her to moan and then concentrated his efforts on sucking each breast until the nipple was hard and thick in his mouth...while he was assaulting her breasts, his hand slipped down between them, and he pulled the sodden material of the panty to one side and shoved two fingers deep inside her. As soon as the web of his hand pressed against her clit, she cried out, her back arching at his touch and she came hard on his hand.

"FUCK! Oh, Fuck, Mike....!!!" She cried out, her legs shaking with orgasm. For his part, Mike took over as aggressor and practically tore her thong off and threw it in the corner of the room...He lowered his head between her inner thighs and started to suck and lick the juices from her as they flowed out of her.

Not two minutes since the first orgasm, Sparrow came again...grabbing Mike's hair and pulling his face tightly against her pussy... She squeezed her legs together, trapping him in place, her mind traveling in hundreds of directions at once.

Mike grabbed her ankles as she came down from the orgasm and in one surprise move, flips Sparrow onto her belly, her tiny white ass, firm and round sticking up in the air. He grabbed his hard cock and slid it between her thighs from behind and started rubbing his cock up and down the slick thick folds of her cunt which was glistening with the juice of two previous orgasms.

He decided to see how much of what his wife was feeling was from him or the situation, so he decided to roleplay and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Miss Sarah -- Do you want Jerome's big black cock?"

Sparrow gasped and felt her heart pound in her chest...She squeezed her eyes closed but said nothing...Subconsciously, she spread her legs slightly in submission to him.

Mike slapped her ass hard and said again, "Do you want this black cock, Sparrow? Do you want me to split you open and cum in this fucking hot married white pussy?"

Sparrow started shaking again and it looked like she was on the verge of another orgasm, but she fought off the sensation briefly.

In a shaky voice, she said, "Yes, Jerome...take me -- make me yours...give me that big black cock and fill me with your cum...take this married white wife and make me your slut...!!!"

Mike was shocked hearing Sarah's words and almost broke character, but he also found that he was starting to drip with precum, so he grabbed her by the hips and drove his cock home deep inside his wife's pussy. Sparrow cried out as the tip of his cock slammed home again and again and between the two of them, she came another three times, and he came twice.

Mike and Sparrow fell asleep in that position, him still on top of her, embedded deeply inside her -- Sparrow awoke first, disoriented and sore and heard Mike snoring above her. She tried to push him off her, but the size difference was too great, so she reached back and pinched his leg lightly to wake him up.

Mike stirred and shifted...His cock now flaccid, dropped out from inside her and she felt their combined juices start to flow out of her. She scooted out from under him and grabbed a towel to catch them before they saturated the sheets and then took a shower to get the sticky residue of their lovemaking off her inner thighs.

A few minutes later, Mike entered the shower with her. He wrapped his arms around his little wife and hugged her, reassured her...told her how much he loved her. She leaned her head back against his chest and sighed...

Both of them were still under the stream of the shower and Sparrow turned to Mike.

"Mike, honey...was that wrong what we did?" she asked...

Mike smiled and shook his head. He said, "Does it feel wrong? Was it not enjoyable?"

Sparrow looked up in Mike's eyes, searching. Finally, she said, "If I'm being totally honest, that was probably one of the hottest, hardest orgasms I've ever had in my life...I don't ever remember coming that hard before..."

Mike said, "I'm glad, babe...I came hard too...it was like animalistic...I loved it...so what's the problem with that?"

Sarah nodded..."It was absolutely animalistic...primal! But I was thinking about another man while it was happening...I was thinking about Jerome taking me and then the second time, I was thinking about that gigantic black guy we saw on television earlier...wishing I were that woman, on her knees sucking that big black cock, trying to get my hands around his girth, the weight of his cock as he fed it to me...I was totally submissive to his desires and needs..."

She paused and continued, "What does that say about me? I'm coming because I'm thinking about another man...desiring another man, younger, BLACK! What does that say about me as a wife and a mother? What does that say about me as your soulmate and partner?"

Mike hugged his wife tightly...and then said, "It tells me you're human...we all have fantasies -- we all have secret desires and thoughts -- do you think you're the first person to think like this? Hell, I'll readily admit to you that I've occasionally masturbated thinking about other women and that has nothing to do with you or us...it's just fun to explore, isn't it?"

Sparrow nodded her head and then kissed him hard.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? Not mad?" she asks.

Mike tells her he's more than okay with it...that he loves that she's able to let loose a little.

Sparrow grins and says, "I've got to tell you, I don't think I've ever cum so hard or been more relaxed after sex than what happened tonight...My entire body is tingling, my pussy is aching...I know it sounds crazy, but I can't believe how horny I got and how horny I still am!"

Mike laughs and says, "Is that so? Maybe we ought to see what's on television!"

He bounds over to the bed and flops down on his stomach. Sarah comes over in just a towel and lays down next to him, her head on his back as they turn on the TV.

Mike started flipping through channels until they come to a series of two or three channels of porn movies. The first one showed two blondes making out with one another in a 69 position. Mike looked over at Sarah and she squished up her face and shook her head. Mike laughed and changed the channel.

The second channel is some sort of orgy -- some white, some black together -- maybe five or six couples all together, touching and sucking and fucking one another. Sarah is staring at the screen, not saying anything at first.

Finally, she turns to Mike and says, "It's a little confusing, sort of hard to follow, no?"

Mike laughs once more and flips the channel again. When the screen changes, Sarah gasps...It's the same show they saw when they first came into the suite earlier that day...except now both the petite young woman and the huge black guy are completely naked. She absolutely looks like Sparrow naked...small breasts, hair color the same, same tiny waist, slender thighs and that great ass... The giant black guy is standing while she's on her knees holding his black cock with both hands, worshipping it, licking and nibbling on his shaft and balls, trying to get the head into her mouth...

Sarah sat up and then leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Mike looked back to see his wife staring intently at the screen...He watched as she tugged on one of her tiny nipples with one hand as her other hand drops between her inner thighs. It was as though he was no longer there. He watched as Sarah started to touch herself -- her fingers deftly diving in and out of her drenched pussy while the thumb rotates over her swollen clit.

Mike turned his eyes away from the TV to concentrate totally on her action while Sarah was totally on the television screen and oblivious to his watching.

The big black guy on the TV put his hand on the back of the little brunette's head and he start to push himself deeper down her throat causing her eyes to start to water. She pushed her hands against his thighs to steady herself and to keep him from going too deep, but all it did was get Sarah more excited. Her fingers started working faster and faster, diving in and out of her sopping pussy, hardly noticing her husband's watching her.

Mike was seeing a different side to his wife than he had ever seen before and wondered if this was something he initiated or if it was something that was always deep seeded within her that she was just letting out for the first time in her life? He had heard that some white women, especially sexually repressed women, harbored a secret fantasy about black men in general and that women who were outwardly "in-charge" secretly desired a man to take control of them and tell them what to do. Either or both scenarios could easily come into play here.

While he was contemplating these ideas, Sparrow started to squirm, and Mike could tell she was close to cumming. In reality, he had never seen his wife masturbate before and her motions and the roughness in which she was treating her body shocked him. He wondered if he had been too gentle with her during lovemaking and while he was thinking about this, she suddenly cried out and fell forward onto her hand. On the screen, the monster cock was spurting cum all over the little brunette's face, breasts and hair. It was too much for his little wife to bear and she came hard.

As he watched her fall apart all over herself, Mike realized he himself was hard again and started stroking himself to full mast. Sarah leaned over and took her husband's cock in her mouth and started sucking it like she had seen the on the screen and Mike had no illusion that it wasn't HIS cock Sparrow was imaging she was sucking, but at that point, he didn't care. When he put his hand on the back of her head to push her down deeper on him, she groaned in pleasure, and he took pleasure in knowing he was dominating her.

As her tongue swirled around his shaft, she cupped his balls.... while the woman on the screen could barely take the black cock halfway down her throat, Sparrow was deep throating Mike to his base and knew that the force of her sucking would make him cum quickly. As he felt his balls tighten, he knew he was going to cum soon and warned his little wife that he was going to blow down her throat if she didn't stop soon, but that only encouraged her to suck deeper and harder.

Growling, Mike threw his head back and exploded down her throat, pulling on her shoulder length hair in the process. This wasn't lovemaking, this was fucking, plain and simple and they both loved it. Sparrow swallowed her husband's cum and then licked his shaft and balls clean -- a first for both of them.

Once he was spent, he turned his attention back to the scene on the television. They had missed an entire fucking scene, and the credits were rolling - he learned that the doppelgänger porn actress to Sparrow was Riley Reid and the big black guy just went by Dredd so he made a mental note to look them up once they were back in America for future fun.

Sarah was fast asleep next to him and Mike looked at his little wife and wondered what sort of monster he created during this trip. He decided to think about it and maybe discuss it with her in the future but for now he was just mentally and physically exhausted and needed to sleep. Just as he was dozing off, he realized they had six more days of encounters with a myriad of black men and wondered how that would affect his sexy wife.

The next morning, Mike woke up to an empty but well used bed -- Sparrow was nowhere around. He found her out on the veranda drinking coffee and looking cheerful.

"Hey, sleepy head", she said with a smile -- "There's coffee in the kitchenette and fresh fruit in the refrigerator if you're hungry."

Mike grunted, "I'm starving for some reason...worked up an appetite last night!"

Sarah smiled but said nothing, sipping on her green tea. She was always the practical one, the one who ate right, said the right thing, knew when to say NOTHING and basically everything Mike wished he was as well.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

"Just my usual...people watching...you know, it must take a ton of people to run a resort like this. I've seen cleaners and waiters and beach people and food servers, masseurs, gardeners and other staff people running around like crazy since five AM. Haven't seen many guests up yet."

Mike nodded as he looked over the expanse of the resort and then let his eyes rest on the blue ocean at the edge of the property. The resort had a private beach that was tied to the infamous golden seven-mile beach that adjoined other properties -- some were nice or nicer than where they were staying, and some were older and run down but they were still nicer than anything close to resembling home.

"We should hit the beach today -- it's supposed to be gorgeous!" he said.

Sparrow nodded in agreement and told him that once he got a shower, they'd take a walk up and check it out.

Mike finished his shower and when he came out, he saw that Sarah had changed into the new bathing suit he bought for her -- the one with the transparent material -- it looked amazing on her and fit her so well, that he was hesitant to tell her about it. She would find out soon enough, he figured.

They grabbed a couple of large towels from the resort pool area, a bottle of sunscreen, their phones and cash in case they ran into something they wanted to buy while they were there. Once they reached the warm sand of the beach, they found an open cabana with two deck chairs out in front of it and make camp to enjoy the day. Mike was anxious to test the suit out and asked if she wanted to go in the water, but Sarah said she wasn't hot yet but would get wet later. The last comment almost prompted Mike to say something about their evening, but he decided not to go there, and Sarah was acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She was either playing coy or was embarrassed at the obvious change in behavior from sedate wife and mom to hot wife vixen.

The beach was idyllic and calm for the first couple of hours, but eventually, more people showed up along with the roving band of street vendors walking along the beach selling bottles of water, Gatorade or iced tea as well as discretely offering pot and hash as an aside. The resort had warned the guests not to purchase anything illegal from the vendors but said they were basically harmless trying to provide for their families.

At one point in the afternoon, Sarah noticed a vendor strolling up the coastline that almost seemed comical to her and she nudged Mike to get him to notice. Mike turned to see a very tall black guy with dreadlocks heading their way. He had to be close to seven foot tall and was both lean and fit. Mike guessed him to be about thirty-five years old. He was wearing an extremely bright tie-dye t-shirt in pinks and yellows, white boardshorts that came down to about the lower part of his thigh, no shoes and florescent sunglasses. Nestled in his weaves, were bottles of water and he had rows and rows of beads, around his neck, wrists and ankles that were obviously for sale.

As he approached Mike and Sarah, they heard him singing to himself and smiled as he passed. He paused almost as an afterthought and turned to the couple and said, "May I interest you in something cool to drink? Perhaps a trinket from your vacation?"

Mike grinned and said that they were fine for now but perhaps later more as a polite dismissal than anything else.

"No pressure, Mon..." he said, "I be here every day all week -- Just ask for Anna"

Sparrow's ears perked up and she said, "Did you say 'Anna'? Is that a man's name in Jamaica? It would be more suited for a woman in America."

The vendor grinned and said it was his nickname and that he was well known in the area. Then, he said, "I have another service I can offer you. I will take a picture with you to show your friends back home AND answer any three questions you have for $5.00. Any question at all!"

Mike and Sarah looked at one another and laughed. Sure, for $5.00 they would have their picture taken with the strange tall black man -- it would serve as a hell of a conversation piece when they told their friends back home about their trip.

Mike stood up and handed his phone to Anna's assistant who had offered to take the picture and then stood on the left of Anna with Sarah on the right. Anna was even taller up close than when they first saw him. While Mike was about even with his shoulder, the top of Sparrow's head barely reached the top of his stomach.

The assistant was used to the size difference and stood back far enough to get everyone in the picture, but the young white couple were dwarfed by the size of the Jamaican giant. Anna put his hand on Mike's shoulder to his left but on Sarah's lower back to his right. She had to turn slightly toward him to accommodate his reach and in doing so, felt his strong outer thigh slide between her legs lightly. She felt herself go damp immediately but didn't give any indication of arousal to the big man.

Once the picture was taken, Mike handled over the $5.00 bill which Anna pocketed in some hidden pouch somewhere in his board shorts. He then turned to the couple and said, "So what are your three questions?"

Sarah immediately spoke up and asked him how tall he was. Anna laughed and told her that was always the number one question asked and he said, "I'm as tall as the ground to my sky, my toes to my thigh, my hips to my lips and it's said to my head.... I am six foot 9 inches tall and I have never played basketball!"

All three of them laughed.

Mike asked him who was going to win the next presidential election in 2024 and Anna frowned and said he didn't follow politics but if he would give him a day, would let him know the following day.

Sarah asked if he was married or had family in the area.

Anna grinned and said he was a free as a bird -- no wives or children to speak of, but that he loved the process of making them!

They all laughed at that, and Mike told him he would hold him to his promise of getting him an answer to the presidential question tomorrow.

And then Anna and his trusty assistant were on their way.

Mike and Sarah went back to their cabana, and she was looking at the couple of pictures the assistant had taken on Mike's phone. It was a good picture...her hair looked good, they both were starting with a bit of color and tan, and they looked relaxed. She zoomed in on Anna and her relationship to his size compared to hers and was rolling the picture vertically from the top of his head down to his feet when suddenly, she stopped and gasped.

At the bottom of his board short was a protrusion, no, more like a wardrobe malfunction, running down the inside thigh closest to Sarah's thigh. It appeared to be a thick knob about the size of her fist but darker in color peeking out from the white shorts. Her hand went to her mouth....it couldn't be -- she blew up the image with the phone's magnification, but it wasn't definitive. She scrolled up to his arm -- the pigmentation was the same there, perhaps a little lighter between his arm and whatever the hell he had sticking out the bottom of his shorts.

She thought about it for a minute. If he were 6'9, perhaps he was larger in life elsewhere too? Her heart started pounding -- god, that would make him longer than any man she had ever seen, even bigger than the porn star in the movie they watched. And if that were truly his cock, that "fist" at the base would be the size of a baseball at minimum.

She was still trying to figure it out when Mike asked for his phone back to take a picture. As she reluctantly relinquished it to him, she kept trying to do math in her head and no matter how conservative she decided to make it, Anna was hung like a horse.

She was going to mention it to Mike, but decided she had already revealed herself to be totally deviant in his eyes and didn't want to go there again. It was enough that he thought she was a size queen into black guys...She needed to bring it back to reality. So, she kept it to herself. But she was too curious not to learn more about Anna before they saw him again so she made a plan to bring him up in casual conversation with a member of the staff to see if she could glean any new information.

The sun was starting to beat down on them and Mike said he was going for a swim. Sarah didn't want to mess her hair but eventually decided to go for a swim with her husband and then take a walk on the beach afterwards. She jumped into the water and found it as delightful as she imagined -- they splashed each other and acted like a couple of kids and when they climbed out of the surf, Mike noticed immediately that her suit clung to her like a second skin. It wasn't quite transparent, but if she hadn't shaved herself bare, it would have been easy to see that she had pubic hair. He decided not to say anything but as they walked down the beach holding hands, she got plenty of attention from the men, both white and black as well as the locals, who grinned at her -- she even got a thumbs up from two of the workers who were grooming the beach at the resort next door.

Mike said he had to use the bathroom and so they stopped at one of the beachfront bars and she waited outside for him. A young waitress complimented her on her suit, and they got talking -- Sarah found out the girl was born in Kingston and had moved down to Negril for work and had been at the resort for five years now.

Sarah said, "We had the most interesting conversation today with one of the beach vendors...do you know a tall black guy named Anna?" she asked.

The girl laughed. "Everyone knows Anna -- he's a fixture down here...super nice guy and a real ladies' man. He's been down here at least as long as I have."

"Why do they call him Anna?" Sarah asked.

The girl thought for a minute and said "His real name is Peter, but shortly after he started hanging out at the beach, one of the women who dated him called him Anaconda, and he just shortened it to Anna over time. I can't speak from experience, but I'm told he's pretty well endowed. Why, did he hit on you?"

Sarah shook her head and said, "No, he was a perfect gentleman -- of course, I was with my husband at the time, but no, he just hustled us for a picture and his 3-question game. But no, I didn't pick up on any vibe from him sexually..."

The girl smiled and said, "he's one of those guys that once you have sex with him, you'll always remember him -- he's supposed to be incredible...but again, I can't speak from experience and I know if I tried to tackle that monster, I'd never be satisfied with anything else...so why bother?"

Sarah was going to ask a few more questions, but Mike had come out of the bathroom, so she thanked the girl for the compliment about her suit and they were on their way.

Later that night, Sarah waited until Mike fell asleep and masturbated quietly next to him thinking about Jerome, Dredd and now, Anna. After she came down off her post coutils high, she felt guilty for the feelings she was having...This wasn't fair to Mike -- it certainly wasn't healthy for her. But she felt like there was something exposed, unleased in her -- the genie that couldn't be put back in the bottle and it was like when someone tells you not to think about pink elephants, that's all you can think about.

She was determined to get to the bottom of this Anna mystery once and for all.

The next morning, she and Mike had a great breakfast, got a couple's massage and worked out in the fitness center of the resort. After lunch, they headed back to their suite for showers and decided to hit the beach again.

Sarah had brought two bathing suits along with the two that Mike had bought for her. She felt good enough about her body to wear the more daring one he had bought her, which surprised both of them. It wasn't anything she would have purchased for herself, and she was never confident enough to wear a suit with a thong bottom, but there seemed to be a lot of different things about this trip, and she picked up the bright orange bikini twice before deciding to wear it to the beach. There wasn't much material in the entire suit and was probably made for somewhat younger than herself, but she was feeling daring. She did wear a coverup to wear through the resort out to the beach but peeled it off once they hit the sand.

They had a few drinks that afternoon and between the alcohol and the hot Jamaican sun, she started feeling the effects of the drinks and was falling asleep. Just as she was about to fall off, the sun was suddenly blocked like an eclipse. Sarah opened her eyes and was shocked to see Anna tower over her.

"Hello little one...I like your suit!" he said. Sarah looked up at his imposing figure as he stood there and realized she was wearing her sunglasses and could check out his body a little more thoroughly without him knowing.

"Why, thank you, Anna...my husband bought it for me..." she said cheerfully.

Anna grinned and asked her their names again. Sarah said, "I'm Sarah, but friends call me Sparrow, and this is Mike...we met you yesterday."

Anna said, "I remember! I owe your husband an answer or $5.00 back -- but unfortunately, I do not have an answer to questions I have no knowledge about and I cannot predict an election...So I will give you a choice...Either I give you back your $5.00 because I am a man of my word, or you can have another picture with me and you each get to ask me a PRIVATE question and I will give you a private answer. Does that sound like a fun idea?"

Mike laughed and said, "Sure...let me think of a question for you...Sparrow, do you have one?"

Sarah smiled and said she was sure she could come up with one but wanted Mike to go first....

Mike leaned up and whispered in Anna's ear, "Can you tell when a white woman is attracted to you and wants to have sex with you?"

Anna laughed and whispered back, "Most assuredly, Mike -- I can read women like a book and know both what they want and what they need. I am 100% right in my guesses."

Sarah looked at her husband and said, "What was your question?"

Mike smiled and said it was a private question between Anna and him, which caused Anna to grin.

Sarah stuck her tongue out at her husband and said, "Fine, two can play at that game..."

She stretched up to whisper in Anna's ear and realized he was too tall from that position so she asked him to squat down so she could whisper in his ear. And when Anna squatted down, his cock extended down past his board shorts even further than before and she could clearly see it's girth and size. She caught her breath and then leaned over and whispered, "Are you BIG all over? Are you well endowed?"

Anna smiled and whispered back, "That answer will be revealed this evening. If you would like to know, please meet me back here at midnight by the large beach tree at the far side of the resort..."

Sarah felt her heart race. She knew what he wanted, but was she capable of doing it? Did she want to betray her husband? Or did he want him there? This was beyond what she expected. She also remembered what the girl told her earlier.

She felt her face burning but nodded her head and Anna stood up. He motioned for his assistant to take the picture. Once more, Anna put his hand on Mike's shoulder and pulled Sarah close to him. Because there was so much less suit in this bathing suit, she was much more skin on skin with Anna. His skin felt smooth and clear, and she felt electricity between them.

While the assistant was getting ready, Anna leaned over to talk to Mike and Sarah felt Anna's right-hand slide down lightly over her ass and cup her cheek firmly. Mike wouldn't be able to see that from his position on the other side of the big man. Her face got red, but she didn't dare say anything, especially because of what she asked Anna. And then, to just as the assistant took the first picture, she felt Anna's incredibly long, incredibly thick finger, slide between her legs from behind, tugging the thong to one side from behind as he inserted his digit deep into the little wife.

Sarah yelped a little -- it absolutely felt as long and thick as Mike's penis when he was inside her and she practically swooned a little at his touch. The assistant went to take a second picture and Sparrow felt Anna's finger glide in and out of her pussy, smearing her juices across her swollen clit.

The picture over and the phone handed back to Mike, the only ones who knew what really happened were Anna and Sarah and she couldn't believe it herself. She looked up into the tall man's face and watched as he took the finger that was inside her and sucked the juices off of it right in front of Mike.

The rest of the day was a blur for them. Sarah was in a sexual frenzy and want to pounce on Mike the minute they got back to the room, but between the hot sun and the drinks, Mike quickly passed out around 10PM leaving Sarah fuming...She showered and tried to wake him, but he was snoring loudly. Sarah recognized that sound only too well and resigned herself to the fact that he was out for the night.

She put on a little nightshirt and panties and tried to watch a little television but was clearly distracted. So she got up and walked out onto the balcony of the suite and looked over the resort to the beach beyond. She thought about Anna's offer earlier and his touch on her body and shivered. Despite her earlier fantasy, she was a good married woman -- a good Christian woman who had never touched another man since the day she was married...a good Christian woman who until today, another man had not touched her, especially so intimately... Sarah shivered again.

She needed to masturbate...she needed sexual release and needed her husband to fuck her now... She hurried back into the room and climbed up onto the bed, pulling the covers down off her sleeping partner. Her husband was still in his shorts from the beach, so she tugged them down, exposing his flaccid penis. She licked the shaft and then grabbed it and stuffed the head in her mouth trying to get him to get hard and wake up...but he was too drunk and rolled over.

Sarah moaned and climbed over to her side of the bed...She flipped the television on and went right to the porn channel she and Mike watched earlier...she found the same film -- the little brunette and the black guy with the big cock -- it was further along in the scene. The little brunette was on all fours and was being slammed from behind bareback hard and fast. Her little breasts were swaying under her as he tore her open. Sarah looked at the actress in the picture and knew the emotion and the passion was real. It was a combination of pain, pleasure and primal breeding...He was not making love to her, he was fucking her.

Sarah watched with jealous eyes and started to touch herself...putting her in the position of the woman in the film...being taken, used, fucked beyond sanity. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter and knew she was going to cum soon....

For whatever reason, she looked at the clock -- it was 11:45 PM. Sarah paused...stopped what she was doing. What she was thinking about was crazy...

She climbed out of bed...went to the closet and put on a little white skirt and a t-shirt with a brightly colored thong and sandals...She tried once more unsuccessfully to wake Mike up and then sent a text message to his phone saying she went for a walk on the beach.

As the door to the suite closed behind her, Sarah felt her heart start to pound...Either she was going to make the biggest mistake of her lifetime or have an amazing adventure. She was in control. All Anna said was that he'd answer her question. She didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do...

As Sparrow walked along the sidewalk past the pool area, she heard a noise coming from the side of one of the buildings. She couldn't make out who it was at first and took a few steps toward where the sound was coming from. All of a sudden, she gasped and stopped dead in her tracks.

She recognized one of the black waiters from the second restaurant -- his back was toward her and he was facing the stucco wall. Sparrow thought he must have been smoking a joint -- the smell of marijuana was everywhere it seemed, but then she realized his pants were down around his ankles -- she saw his round, very firm black ass going forward and back and then she saw a pair of arms against the wall and a quick glimpse of long blonde hair.

Her face red, Sparrow realized the young server was fucking a blonde woman and as much as she knew she shouldn't continue to watch, she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene unfolding in front of her. She moved quickly to the side so that she could catch a glimpse of who the woman was. She gasped recognizing the little blonde as one of the hotel guests -- someone who sat near them at dinner the night before. A VERY married woman who they smiled at as they were seated. Sarah had even remarked to Mike that they looked like Americans about their age and what a happy couple they seemed to be.

The woman had her arms above her head, clinging to the wall for dear life as the black server pounded his cock into her from behind. She cried out in pain/pleasure and begged the young man to cum inside her. Her face was red, and her ample breasts were swaying. He was cursing and calling her names, grabbing her hair and tugging her head back toward him.

Sparrow wondered where her husband was, if he knew what was happening with his wife. She felt her legs start to wobble and felt lightheaded watching what was unfolding before her when suddenly the woman cried out with an incredible orgasm that made Sarah cry out as well.

The black waiter heard her and turned and grinned at Sarah and let the woman go... the little blonde dropped to her knees and Sparrow saw an unmistakable stream of hot cum start to spray from between her legs...

The waiter held his finger up to his lips and winked at Sarah -- "Shhh..." he whispered.

The woman on her knees stood and turned and saw Sarah. Her eyes wide, she pushed the young server away. He laughed and pulled his pants up and walked off into the darkness.

Sarah was spellbound -- she didn't know if she should run or stay and the woman walked up to her and said, "PLEASE don't tell anyone about this...if my husband found out, it would be the end of my marriage!"

Sarah nodded and assured the wife she wouldn't say anything. Still shaken, the little blonde hurried off in the direction of the hotel.

Sarah was still trying to believe everything she saw -- her thong was drenched, and her pussy ached with desire. God, that was hot, she thought to herself. She thought back to Mike, sleeping in the room and suddenly had the urge to go back and wake him and have him fuck her the way she saw the server did -- arms up against the wall, slamming into her from behind. Her whole body shaking.

But she knew he was sleeping off too many drinks and if she were to wake him, he probably wouldn't satisfy her the way she saw the server did to the other wife.

She thought about Anna and her original mission -- her mind was cloudy with the thought of seeing his cock, to see if he was as big as she thought -- but she was afraid of what might happen, especially now that she was all worked up from seeing the live sex show before her a few minutes ago. She shook her head -- No, she wouldn't be able to control her emotions right now. She needed to go back to her husband, the relative safety of the room, the sanctity of her marriage.

She turned to head back to the hotel and had only taken a step when she heard a familiar voice. It was Anna.

"Little one, I was hoping to see you...Did you want me to answer your question?"

Sarah gasped and turned toward the voice...Her face flush... She needed to flee -- RUN back to the hotel. But her legs were like lead -- she was stuck in place...

Anna ambled up to her and towering over her, said, "Little Sparrow...did you change your mind?"

Sarah looked up at the tall man -- he was wearing a tie dye t-shirt and basketball shorts with sandals. He was smiling at her with amusement. She was unable to speak.

"Little Sparrow...I wanted to answer your question if you're still curious. Perhaps a little show and tell, if you'd like?"

Sarah stared up into the dark face in front of her. Run, RUN! She thought to herself...but her body betrayed her once again...she gulped and found herself nodding.

Anna smiled and took her by the hand and led her under one of the resort lights at the corner of the property.

"I like your outfit...little Sparrow...I would love to see your breasts...will you take your top off for me?" he said softly.

Sarah felt like she was having an out of body experience... she said nothing but reached down and pulled the t-shirt up and off. Her nipples hard and aching. She felt her entire body start to shake...

Anna smiled and sighed with approval...then without warning, he reached out and took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tugged gently, causing Sparrow to gasp. She felt her legs go out from under her and swayed to his touch.

"These are perfect, little one" Anna said..."I bet you loved them sucked, don't you?"

Any semblance of sanity started to leave her brain and Sarah nodded once more, her voice weak and low. "YES," she said..."I do..."

Anna leaned over and took put his tongue against the nipple and then began to suck lightly. Sarah felt his teeth graze the tip and she cried out in passion. Anna gripped her other breast roughly and Sparrow thought she was going to lose her mind.

But then, as quickly as it started, Anna withdrew, causing Sarah to look up at him wide eyed.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, half in disbelief.

Anna shrugged and said that he owed her an answer to her question and that he always kept his word.

Sarah nodded, hardly believing the direction this evening was taking... Then she felt Anna's large hand on her shoulder, easing her down onto her knees in front of him. She looked up from this position and he seemed impossibly far away now.

She watched as Anna put his fingers in the waistband of his basketball shorts and tugged them down. He was not wearing underwear and as soon as his black cock cleared the material of the shorts, it sprang up.

Sparrow stared at it...it was absolutely as long and thick as she imagined it would be. Even somewhat flaccid, it was as thick as her arm, and she imagined it might be as long as her forearm and the bulbous head large and dark. Below his cock, two balls the size of lemons hung down. The entire thing was surreal to her. She had imagined he was big, but up close like this made him seem menacing and dangerous.

Anna said softly, "Does this meet your approval, little Sparrow? Is it what you thought it might be?"

Sarah swallowed and nodded...still staring at the monstrosity in front of her.

"Don't be shy, little one...you wanted to see it..feel free to touch it if you like." He said.

Sarah looked up at the big man and then at his cock and reached out gingerly like she was going to touch fire. Finally, she slid her hand underneath the base of the shaft and felt it's weight...As she did, she felt it twitch and harden -- getting thicker and longer -- impossible...!

"Would you like to give it a little kiss, Sparrow?"

Sarah nodded and pursed her lips and ran her tongue over the tip. She felt her pussy ache with desire and as she explored the head, she squeezed further up the shaft. She tried unsuccessfully to get the head in her mouth. It was just too thick and big for her to manage and so she wound up nibbling and licking his length. She cupped his balls in her little hand as she ran her tongue and teeth over his shaft, causing him to moan with pleasure.

As she sucked and licked him, a bead of precum appeared at the opening of his cock and she took her tongue and licked it off, tasting the salty thickness. Everything about this man seemed larger than life - so different from anything she ever saw in her life.

Her saliva made his cock shiny and made it appear even darker. Sarah felt her thong sticking to her pussy as though she had wet herself and reached down and pulled it free from her lips.

Anna saw her with her hand up under her skirt and took her by the arm and pulled her up to stand in front of him...He told her to remove the skirt -- that he wanted to see her pussy...

Sarah started to shake...this wasn't what she expected. But she nodded once more and slid out of the skirt, now standing in just sandals and a very wet thong in front of him.

Anna ran his hand over the thin material of her panties and murmured his approval.

"Off with them, little one..." he demanded.

Sarah looked up at him and then lowered her thong exposing her shaved folds which were now dark and swollen. Anna ran his fingers over the slickness there and then slid a finger up inside her, causing her to cum instantly.

Anna laughed and said, "Little one, I'm never going to fit inside you, am I?"

A look of fear crossed Sarah's face -- Inside me? She thought -- that thought never crossed her mind. But once more, her body betrayed her and she started to drip her juices onto the concrete of the pool area.

Anna smiled in amusement..."Perhaps, I can -- you are certainly wet enough and ready for me, aren't you?"

He grabbed his cock by the shaft and pressed it against her pussy, running it from bottom to top, causing Sarah to squeal...

Her body responded as she willingly spread her legs to accommodate his touch. She felt Anna push forward slightly and looked down to see the tip of his cock disappear inside her. The pleasure of his touch combined with his size and girth gave her the pain/pleasure she anticipated and she alternated between pulling away from him and pulling him into her.

"Perhaps, I should let you drive....little one." Anna said and he laid down on the concrete, holding his shaft upright for her.

Sarah looked down at his pole and decided to straddle him. She reached down and took his cock with one hand and lowered herself onto him...Inch by inch, very slowly... anticipating the pain....relishing in the pleasure...She felt her pussy expanding as he entered her, stretching, filling her, taking her to places she had never felt before...She came again, feeling his size, weight and heat inside her and when she looked down again, she realized he was already half way in.

She used her legs to bob up and down on his cock, letting herself go deeper with each downward movement. She gritted her teeth -- she couldn't tell if she was in heaven or hell but her body was gushing with wave after wave of orgasm and she felt him get even harder inside her.

When he was about two-thirds in, Sarah felt him bottom out -- he was pressed against her cervix and there was nowhere else to go. But something else was happening...she felt him seeping inside her, heating up her womb with hot precum. It felt amazing and she shifted her body slightly and felt him go even deeper. He was squeezing her little breasts as she rode him and all of a sudden, she came again and felt him erupt inside her.

The blast of hot cum scalded her already sensitive pussy and she cried out as she felt him explode with wave after wave of potent sperm deep inside her. She came a final time and collapsed onto his chest.

They both were breathing heavily and Anna held her close...

"Wow, little one, you surprised me...I didn't think that was going to work for us..."

Sarah smiled weakly -- her entire body ached...she felt like she was hit by a bus...but fuck, it felt incredible. She lifted herself off of his impalement and a flood of their combined juices flowed out of her.

Anna helped her to her feet and assisted in putting her clothing back on. She kissed him gently and told him she needed to go back to her room before Mike woke up. Anna gave her a big hug and wished her well.

As she started the short walk back to the room, the guilt of what happened started to sink in. Sarah stopped outside of the building where their room was and tried to figure out what she was going to tell Mike and how he would take the news. Was she better not to mention anything or to confess her sins and pray it wouldn't end her marriage?

She heard a cough and looked up. Mike was standing on the balcony looking down at her.

"Hey, babe..." he said cautiously.

Sarah looked up at her husband and thought she would burst into tears. She waved.

Mike cut right to the chase. "I saw you with Anna...you guys put on quite the show under the lights there. Good thing it's the middle of the night -- hopefully no one else saw you. Although I wouldn't be surprised if we see you two on some amateur porn site in the near future. Are you okay?"

Sarah looked down at the ground. She didn't know what to say. And she couldn't read Mike's emotions.

Finally, she said, "I'll be right up..."

The door to the suite was open when she got to the room -- at least he didn't lock her out. Mike was still out on the balcony looking out over the resort.

Sarah walked out and saw how close the light where Anna and she were to their room. She thought to herself, "How can I be so stupid?"

She walked up to her husband and simply said, "How much did you see?"

Mike told her pretty much everything -- that he had woken up when he heard the door to the suite closed and was going to call out to her from the balcony but decided to see what she was up to so he just watched. He told her he saw her stop and watch the blonde woman with the server and then run into Anna under the light. He told her everything he saw.

He said, "I saw you pull your shirt off and let Anna touch your breasts -- then suck them. I saw you on your knees facing him, his pants down...you licking and sucking and then feasting on that monster cock of his and then I saw you riding him...your back arched in pleasure as he fondled you and believe it or not, I heard not one but three of your orgasms!"

Sarah knew it was useless to try to explain or talk her way out of what happened, so she just said in a quiet voice, "How mad are you? Are we through?"

Mike turned and looked in her eyes. He seemed angry and she thought he was going to start yelling or hit her, so she cowered down and looked at the ground.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes and then said, "Sparrow, look at me..."

Sarah looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes.

"Mike, I'm sorry...I was curious -- it wasn't supposed to happen like it did. But I was already worked up and tried to wake you and then seeing the blonde wife with the young black guy and then when Anna had me lift my shirt and played with my breasts, I just fell apart. I have no excuse for what I did. If you divorce me, I will certainly understand."

Mike's eyes softened and he walked over and hugged his wife.

"Divorce you? Why would you ever think that? Babe, I knew you were curious about black men from the first day here. I saw you checking them out and they were certainly checking you out as well. And when you got so turned on watching the movie, I knew something like this might happen. And as long as we're being perfectly honest with one another, there's something inside me that isn't sorry this happened -- I think subconsciously, I was into the idea of a black guy hitting on you over a year ago when I started planning this trip."

Sarah brightened slightly and looked at her husband, saying nothing -- so he continued.

"Sounds to me like this was a perfect storm of sorts -- You were horny, I was out cold, the couple in the resort, the movies, our roleplay chat and then running into the biggest black cock on the island -- hell, I get it. And to tell the truth, the whole time you were sucking his cock and riding him, I beat off twice watching."

Sparrow smiled and said, "Really??"

Mike laughed and said, "Yeah, really -- I hate to admit it, but seeing you ride that big cock was probably the hottest thing I've ever seen...To see you relax and be the "bad girl" was crazy sexy to me. I know that makes me sound like a total wimp or a cuck or whatever they call it, but that's not it. I just loved seeing you enjoy it."

Sarah stroked the side of his face and then kissed him. "You really are certifiable, Mr. Morgan."

Mike laughed and then said, "So tell me, Mrs. Morgan. Is there anything to the rumors about black guys? Was he big like you thought? Was it different?"

Sarah rolled her eyes and told Mike everything -- his size, his endurance, his mouth on her breasts, fingering her and how many times she came or lost track of coming. She answered all his questions and they both got so worked up, he would up fucking her harder and deeper than she had ever remembered him being with her in all the years they had been together.

They fell asleep in each other's arms and when they woke, they made love again. Mike told her he was famished and told her to shower and get dressed and they'd go for breakfast. Sarah put on a light sundress and they walked arm in arm to the restaurant they first ate at when they arrived at the resort.

It was a buffet brunch setup, so they got their food and as they were walking to a table, Sarah locked eyes with the little blonde wife she ran into the night before. She was sitting with her husband, and they were talking quietly between themselves. Sarah gave her a slight nod of her head and the woman returned the gesture with a little smile and then went back to conversing with her husband.

No sooner had they settled in than the server Jerome from their first dinner there bounded over with fresh orange juice.

"Mr. Morgan, Miss Sparrow! How nice it is to see you again!" he said enthusiastically.

Sarah gave him a smile and he and Mike struck up a short conversation. Just as that first night, Jerome was EXTREMELY attentive to them, especially Sarah. She caught him eyeing her ass a couple of times and looking down the top of her sundress and felt her pussy tingle with all the attention.

After breakfast was over, Sarah excused herself to go to the ladies' room and when she came back, she saw Mike talking to Jerome and the two of them were laughing like old friends. She heard Mike say something to Jerome just as they were leaving and heard him tell the young waiter their room number.

As they walked out of the restaurant to head back to their room, Sarah asked Mike what they were talking about.

Mike grinned and said, "I asked him what time he finished working tonight and if he minded stopping by the room after his shift with a bottle of champagne and three glasses."

Sarah looked at her husband..."THREE glasses? Why do we need THREE...." And then the light bulb went off in her head and she shook her finger at her husband who was grinning from ear to ear.

"You are a bad, bad man, Mr. Morgan!" she said.

Mike laughed and said, "I want a front row this time to watch just how bad you can be, Mrs. Morgan!"