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Philip groaned and kissed her harder. He deftly removed her bra and began to suck on her nipples, until they were taut and swollen for him. Then he trailed his mouth down and slid her panties off, spreading her cunt for him.

It was just as pink as her nipples, and perfectly glistening. Without preamble, he buried his face between her legs and proceeded to lick her slit, feeling her thighs tremble. Her hands went to his hair and kneaded gently as he lapped her up from top to bottom, her juices flowing for him. She tasted tangy and good, and Philip continued making her wet as he plunged his tongue deeper in repeated, expert motions. She moaned louder for him, a raspy and beautiful sound, and he took it higher by sliding a finger inside her wet cavern and using dirty words on her—about how he was going to get her so wet so he could fuck her hard and have her screaming his name in pleasure. She responded appropriately, moaning even louder, and soon her hips started to buckle and her hands tightened on his hair.

He was now sliding two fingers in—then three, finger-fucking her hard. When she was almost on the brink, Philip began sucking on her clit, doing it so hard and fast that her body had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.

Kathryn fell apart, exploding for him in a quiet orgasm and trembling against him as he lapped up everything that she offered.

When she was done, he found himself being urged back and Kathryn on her knees, where she slid his slacks and briefs down and revealed his cock out. It was now an angry color, still needing release, and she didn’t waste any time as she lapped it up like it was a lollipop. Her mouth was just as practiced as his, and Philip closed his eyes and tried his best to enjoy her ministrations. She began deepthroating him, her tongue nestling the bottom of his cock as she moved it in and out of her mouth, and he made the appropriate noises—approving groans and soft encouragements. But frustration had started welling up inside him—just like it always did when they got to this part.

As if she felt it, Kathryn doubled her efforts, using her hands now to cup his balls and massage them. They tingled in response, but his mind had already started wandering—and he hated himself for it. It didn’t change the fact that he was still hard, so hard and needing relief.

With another soft groan, he pulled her up and kissed her hard, tasting his own pre-cum. Then he backed her against the wall, turning her around until she was facing it. Kathryn eagerly arched her ass against him, and Philip only took a few seconds to slide his cock deep inside her pussy from behind. She was as tight as ever, and he was fully to the hilt before he knew it.

“Fuck me hard,” Kathryn begged.

Philip needed no further invitation. He started thrusting deep in and out of her, so hard that her body jarred at every turn. He fucked her as she requested, flattening her against the wall as he ground his shaft inside her cunt and made her moan out his name. It didn’t sound as passionate as he would have wanted it to, and the frustration was back.

With a growl, Philip slid his cock back out and spread her ass cheeks wider, teasing it with his erection. Then he slid a finger inside her ass hole, waited for her to beg him again, and slid his cock there, where a different kind of tightness met him.

He fucked her harder, pouring every energy he could into the action. Their moans and groans molded together, but in his mind, Philip was already imagining something else—that of a darker-toned stranger, and him fucking her beyond pleasure. It wasn’t exactly a stranger per se, but a picture of a woman on the internet he’d browsed this afternoon and jacked off to. He used his finger to flick on her clit repeatedly, and the stranger in his imagination climaxed right away—a vicious orgasm that contrasted his wife’s quiet one.

Philip managed a few more hard thrusts before he was exploding, too. His seed spurted inside her and spilled down her legs, and through the mirror at the side, he saw Kathryn’s expression.

It was just as bored as he was.

When he finally came down from his high, he gave her a perfunctory kiss on the mouth, which she returned almost politely. Then they proceeded to get cleaned up in separate bathrooms, taking their time before finally stepping back into the bedroom in their nightwear. It was like this almost every night—and the familiarity of it, the unspoken desperation lying underneath, held Philip by the throat until he couldn’t breathe anymore. Gently, he kissed her again, a silent way to tell her he loved her.

Then he took a deep breath. “We need to talk.”

Silence.

Then Kathryn nodded. “Yes, we do.”





CHAPTER TWO



The beach was sunny and beautiful, with its clear blue waters and white sand a perfect setting for the island’s awesome weather. Kathryn stared at it in fascination, even while her mind strayed to the long, heartfelt talk she had with her husband just a few days ago.

Philip had been right. They’d been doing everything they could in their sex life to make it more intense, but the repetitiveness of it just ended up stifling them until they were so bored with it that it became a task more than anything. She loved him so much, had always been faithful to him. But she felt like they both needed a break, especially when she barely thought about him when they were having sex.

She confessed to him what she’d been fantasizing about for too long—that of a big, black man and said man’s big, black cock inside her, fucking her over and over.

Most of all, she’d been fantasizing about romance.

When she found out Philip felt the same about his fantasies with fucking a stranger, she’d been very afraid it would end up with them separating. But Philip pulled her close, assured her that he loved her very much, and wished nothing more than her happiness.

The solution he proposed felt like the best thing there was: a chance for them to purge all their sexual desires and fuck as much as they want. One night for each of them a year—one night to get it all out and do whatever they wanted. It was amazing how much they agreed to it, especially about the last part: and that was not to fall in love with their fling.

It was scary, and it was new.

But it was also exciting, and Kathryn found she couldn’t wait.

She’d invited two girlfriends with her, who were both single and intent on having some fun of their own. Jamaica had been a no-brainer destination, and they all got on board the plane right away.

Now, they were here, and anticipation tingled in her bones.

The island was filled with tourists from all walks of life, and she only had a moment to glimpse them roaming around before they were ushered into their hotel rooms. The room was lavish—a gift from Philip himself to the three of them, a room each their own. Kathryn started unpacking and so did the two women, agreeing to meet up two hours later dressed up for the night. Apparently, this resort had a pretty cool night life, and they couldn’t wait to get on to it and toast to a great weekend away from home.

When she was done unpacking, Kathryn took a bath—a long, luxurious bath in the room’s lavish bathroom, one filled with porcelain and stainless steel. She soaked herself in the tub’s lavender scents and tried to calm her nerves, wondering what the night had in store for her. Eventually, she felt her muscles loosen and her mind relax, and Kathryn took advantage of it.

Half an hour later, she got out of the tub and proceeded to pat herself dry. Then Kathryn rummaged in her closet, choosing and rejecting dresses in her mind. This was a night of wildness and passion, and fulfilling all her desires—surely there was something else to wear other than some boring black dress?

She finally found it five minutes later. Excited that it matched her eyes, Kathryn quickly donned it on, then put on some light makeup. She let her hair down for tonight, loving the way it curled around her shoulders and almost reached her butt. As a last effect, she put on her favorite perfume, another hint of lavender that made her feel feminine and sexy.

When her friends knocked on the door, she opened it with a smile.

She was ready.

***

They hopped from club to club, drinking the night away and flirting with men that tried to hit on them. Kathryn drank conservatively and tried to deter some of the men who were too forward for their own good, with the excuse that she was married and simply wasn’t interested. In truth, they just weren’t her type.

Finally, they settled in a nice bar that was completely open, giving them a nice view of the resort lights and the night ocean. The music was also much more relaxing here, and Kathryn found it even better when she began walking away from the bar and towards the sandy area. The moon was out tonight, and when she looked back, the lined bars and clubs created a strobe of lights that looked like stars from this distance.

She wondered how Philip was doing. She missed him—had never really been away from him on vacation. But maybe this was a good thing—and she intended to enjoy every bit of it.

Kathryn walked back to the bar and tried to figure out what to order, one last drink before she called it a night and started the search again tomorrow. She blinked in surprise when a few seconds later, a glass of screwdriver was placed in front of her by the bartender.

“I didn’t order anything,” she began, but the bartender was already nodding his head.

“Drink from the gentleman in gray,” he said before returning to making more drinks.

She eyed the drink and took a sip, delighted to find out that it was the perfect mix of orange juice and vodka. As subtly as she could, Kathryn turned her head in the direction the bartender had pointed at, trying to get a glimpse of the man who sent her the drink. She expected another one of the middle-aged men to hit on her, or one of the arrogant teenager tourists, and prepared herself for a polite but pleasant refusal.