That Night

Samantha changes into a short, pale yellow sun dress and some sandals, then quickly checks her make up and raven colored hair in the mirror before heading out of the suite. She thinks for a moment and then walks to the nightclub closest to their room. Stepping inside, she is immediately hit with very loud, thumping music and a throng of people of all ages, dancing and having a good time. She manages to find the bar in the darkness and flashing lights, and after a few minutes orders a hurricane. Her drink comes and she takes it, thanking the bartender and walking around the room.

She watches people dance, continuing to drink, enjoying the revelry and the music. A young white guy, maybe in his early 20’s comes up to her, and asks her to dance, but she kindly shakes her head and he moves on. Soon her glass is empty, and Samantha thinks “Shit, well that went down way too fast,” then shrugs and heads back to the bar to get another.

Once refilled, she spies a very good looking young black guy, in his mid-20’s, hanging out with a few other people. Samantha watches him for a bit, trying to figure out if he has a big cock beneath his shorts and to see if he’s with a girl at all. “Hmm,” she thinks to herself, “He doesn’t seem to be with anyone except his two guy friends, but I can’t tell what he’s packing.” Samantha watches him some more, and after realizing she’s finished her second drink, she places it on a table and says “Screw it,” and walks up to him.

After introductions she asks Robert if he would like to dance. “Umm, what about your husband?” he asks her, motioning to her wedding bands. Samantha laughs, replying “I said ‘dance’ not ‘fuck!’” He laughs at this and nods his head, and she leads him out to the dance floor. The two sway to the music, and soon the **** kicks in and Samantha grinds her small ass against his pelvis, trying to ascertain the size of his penis through his shorts. She’s stymied though, and can’t tell how large he is, so she turns back around and, leaning in close, grabs his crotch. He looks at her wide eyed as she smiles at him and rubs the outside of his shorts, finally feeling her answer. Smiling, Samantha leans up to his ear, her hand never leaving his growing manhood, and says, “Remember earlier when I told you I wanted to dance and not fuck?” She looks at him and he nods, and she leans back in and says, “Well, I changed my mind. Let’s do it.” He stares at her, stunned, and she kisses him.

His hands feel her body, and he asks, “OK, sure, but where?” Samantha thinks for a bit - she doesn’t want to disturb Eric, but doesn’t feel comfortable yet on the ship to just find someplace random. She looks around, and seeing how dark it is in the club, looks at Robert and smiles. She says in his ear “Fuck it. Fuck me here.” She unzips his shorts, then kisses him and turns around, grinding her tiny ass against his groin again. Robert can NOT believe this, that this fine ass married white woman wants him to fuck her right here in the middle of the dance floor in a crowd full of people. He quickly looks around, then casually puts a hand under her dress and moves her thong out of the way. Samantha laughs, not believing he’s going to do it, when suddenly she feels the head of his hard black cock slip inside her.

She moans, and gyrates against him until the entirety of his dick is inside her wet pussy, then reaches back with one hand and puts it on the back of his head as he kisses her neck. The lovers time their thrusts to the beat of the music, and within several minutes Samantha starts to cum as she can feel his hard prick pulsating, blowing his sticky load inside her. Once he’s finished, she peels away from him, her dress and thong moving back in place. She kisses him, then hurries out of the club, practically cumming again thinking of what just happened in front of everyone, yet no one the wiser.

She gets back to the suite, and finds Eric still up, reading a book. She saunters over to him, a wicked grin on her face, her bright green eyes flashing. He looks at her and smiles, saying “What have you been up to, sweetie?” She kisses him, answering “No good, that’s what I’ve been ‘up to.’” Samantha winks at him and slowly takes off her thong, handing it to her husband. He opens it up to find another man’s jizz, still warm, soaking the crotch of them. He laughs and tosses them at her, and she kisses him, then rushes off to take a long, hot bath.