Samantha stepped into the warm water of the shower and let it wash over her mind raced with thoughts about her marriage. A month had past, since Samantha’s dirty secret had been discovered by her husband Chris and since then she had been on her best behaviour. It was not that she didn’t want to fuck some black cock and it was not that Chris was not supporting her lifestyle it was just the fact that she was worried he would not accept the reality over the fantasy. Since Chris had revealed that he knew all about Samantha’s unfaithfulness what little sex they had been having had gone from a dry spell to a drought. Which worried Samantha, it worried her that Chris was doing this out of fear rather than because he wanted to be the cuckolded husband. Closing her eyes and putting her face under the water, Samantha washed the shampoo from her hair as visions of large black cocks appeared before her. “This will not do,” she thought to herself, “I need those cocks, but I also need Chris in my life.”

A distant ringing sound reached her ears and Samantha pulled herself away from the water long enough to realise that the front doorbell was going. “Chris!” she called out only to be met with silence, “Chris! The door!” There was still silence and as the doorbell rang again a frustrated Samantha switched off the shower and picking up a towel she wrapped it round her body. Samantha stepped onto the landing and glanced into the bedroom. It was only eight in the morning on a Saturday but even for Chris he seemed to be in a very heavy slumber.

The doorbell rang again, and Samantha walked to the edge of the stairs and glanced down. She was dripping with water and the towel only just managed to cover her body but clearly whoever was either impatient or it their visit was urgent. In her mind she made the decision to answer the door despite the inappropriateness of her look and slowly, carefully, she padded down the stairs barefoot.

Samantha opened the door, just a crack at first, enough to be able to see who was on the doorstep. Stood there, dressed in tight cycle shorts shirt was a tall, black guy of only about twenty one or twenty two years of age. “I have a package for Chris and Samantha Reynolds?” he asked, and Samantha nodded in reply.

“Yes, that’s us.”

“Yeah, it needs to be signed for, can I come in as I need to get it out of my rucksack, it needs to be signed for and it is a bit cold out here.”

Looking the delivery guy up and down Samantha wondered if it really was that cold as his large cock and nuts could be seen squeezing against the lycra of his shorts. “Ummmm, I guess so,” she replied opening the door while inside cursing herself for thinking it was a sensible idea. The sight of that large bulge had made the conumdrum she felt inside even more urgent.

Stepping out of the way of the delivery guy, Samantha let him into the house before showing him through into the lounge.  “So what is this package?” she asked as she felt the first hint of real wetness between her legs.

“I don’t know,” said the guy with a shrug, “my job is just to deliver it.”

Taking off his rucksack he placed it on the floor and opened it up. Removing a large envelope, he passed it towards Samantha and as she took it the delivery guy gave her a gentle smile. “OK, where do I need to sign?” Samantha asked, now desperate to make the guy leave before she pounced on him.

“Your husband said for you to sign here,” the delivery guy replied as he whipped down his shorts to reveal his large and semi-flaccid cock. Samantha stared at the impressive penis that now bobbed in front of her, admiring how smooth and thick it was.

“Wow,” said Samantha who was now desperate to fall to her knees, “what exactly did my husband tell you?”

The delivery guy now openly grinned, “your name is Samantha and you are a total slut for Big Black Cock are you not?”

“Yes, but I don’t want my husband to leave me, so I am trying desperately to curtail this behaviour and you are not helping.”

“Relax,” said the delivery guy, “it was your husband who approached us, who spoke to us and who employed our services. I am just delivering the package and letting you have some fun before I leave.”

“Us? You said us, who is us?”

Reaching with a hand to gently stroke his cock, making it twitch and come alive in the process the delivery guy held out a hand to Samantha as he invited her to taste him. “I’m with Spades and Sluts, we’re a travel agency that specialise in organising Interracial holidays for hot-wives and their cuckold husbands.”

“Oh,” replied Samantha as she let herself give into the temptation, “I guess Chris doesn’t want me to stop after all.”

Samantha dropped the towel to the floor to reveal her heavy tits and smooth pussy to the delivery guy. “Wow!” he said as his eyes shot wide open and he absorbed the sight before him, “you really are one gorgeous MILF.”

“Thanks,” replied Samantha as she took a step towards the delivery guy, “so I am supposed to suck your cock as a way of signing for the package?”

Nodding, the delivery guy nervously swallowed as he watched Samantha drop to her knees in front of him and take his cock into her mouth. Her lips worked along his shaft, while her tongue stroked the gently stroked his dark, chocolate skin. “Mmmm,” she groaned as the cock grew ever harder under her touch. Then, taking hold of the cock with a hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft while cupping the delivery guy’s balls, Samantha took the cock from her mouth. “Look, I know that I am supposed to sign for this by sucking you dry but how would you like to fuck me instead?”

“Really?” asked the guy as his face lit up in excitement.

“Yes really, instead of depositing a load into my mouth, you can be the first guy to fuck me for a month and fill my cunt with cum instead.”

There was no need to ask the delivery guy a second time and he helped Samantha back to her feet. Turning her back to him she placed her knees onto the sofa and leaned forward, taking hold of the rear with her hands. The delivery guy stepped up and guided himself into Samantha, her hole already wet and eager with the thought of being filled by black cock for the first time in what felt like a life time. Taking hold of her hips, the delivery guy started to push himself deep into Samantha, slowly at first but with increasing pace until he found that he could easily slide his whole length in and out of her. Samantha took every thrust with glee, her face bright with happiness as she panted and groaned with pleasure.

Very quickly, Samantha was on the edge of cumming from the sensation of the delivery guy fucking her.  Then, just as she was about to give in to the sensation and let it take over her body a voice spoke. “What the fuck, she was only supposed to suck you off?” It was Chris and as Samantha turned her head towards the voice she could see that he was stood in the doorway to the lounge, naked with his little cock hard at the sight of what he was witnessing.

“I just couldn’t resist the temptation once he was in front of me,” Samantha managed to say in between gasps of passion. “He is a particularly gorgeous superior black man.”

Chris shrugged his shoulders at the comment, “fair enough, but now you will have to make sure that he makes you cum as well as him filling you with his seed.”

“That won’t be… won’t be… won’t be diffffffiicullllltttttt!” screamed Samantha as her orgasm took the words from her mouth.

“That’s it, breed my slut,” said Chris wickedly as he watched his wife orgasm. “Fill her with your cum.”

“It would be my pleasure,” said the delivery guy and at that moment his face strained as his hips involuntarily pushed deep into Samantha and he left out a loud grunt. Samantha, who was still coming down from her first orgasm felt the delivery guy’s cum push up the inside of his penis before spraying out in hot jets of white semen into her. The sensation caused her to reach a second peak and orgasm again, not as intensely as the first but as it took her by surprise her legs buckled and she fell over.

The delivery guy and Samantha tumbled onto the floor, his cock becoming dislodged in the process and Chris watched in astonishment as the last few blasts of cum landed, not inside Samantha but across her stomach and the outside of her pussy.

Stepping forward, Chris dropped to his hands and knees and crawled towards his wife and her latest lover. His head craned towards Samantha’s pussy as he inhaled the smell for a moment and then, like a starved animal he dropped his head down and feasted on his wife’s used pussy and the cum that covered it.

Two weeks since the delivery guy had dropped off the package, Samantha found herself stood in an airport queue waiting for security. Alongside her, Chris watched the other people in the queue and attempted to guess if they had signed up to the same holiday company. “She must be one,” whispered Chris, just look at how her fat husband seems to follow her while she preens herself in a mini skirt while her tits almost fall out of that crop top?” Samantha could only agree with his assessment especially when the woman turned around and she could see that hanging around her neck was the same pendant that she, herself was wearing. Unconsciously on seeing it, Samantha reached for her own necklace, her fingers fumbling it through a mixture of nerves and excitement.

It had been delivered in the package along with the airline tickets and a set of instructions. A silver chain, from which hung a small silver pendant with a black disk in the middle. In the centre of the disk was a silver outline of a spade from a pack of cards inside of which was an artistically design Q. Were you to look at the rear of the pendant you would see the words “Spades and Sluts” engraved to confirm that it had been issued with the tickets. The instructions explained that the pendant should be worn before Samantha had arrived at the airport and should be worn throughout the holiday.

The queue slowly shrunk and before long Samantha and Chris found themselves passing through the metal detectors and onto the airside of the airport. As Chris past through the arch a loud ping went off and two security guards stepped forward to him.  Moving him to one side, Samantha had to wait for her turn while Chris was searched until the guards found a small coin stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts. Satisfied that it was just a mistake the guards let Chris go and called to Samantha instead. Unsurprisingly her pendant made the detector beep but given the instructions she had refused to remove it.

Stepping forward the guards asked Samantha to move to one side and using a wand they scanned her body. Once completed it was confirmed that the only issue was the pendant which one of the guards, a tall, thin, black man reached for. Holding it between his fingers he checked both sides before meeting Samantha’s eyes as she watched his actions. The guard gave a smile, his bright white teeth breaking through the dark colouring of his lips. “I need you to accompany me.” His voice was calm and level, but Samantha felt a jolt of anxiety shoot through her stomach at the thought that there was a problem.

Turning, the guard led the way to a door which he opened and with a wave of a hand indicated for Samantha to enter. Beyond the threshold was a small office with a table and chairs. A window clearly allowed a view of the lines of holiday makers outside, but the blinds were closed. Walking to the centre of the room, Samantha turned to face the guard as the door shut with a click. They were alone and the fear that he had taken offence at the pendant filled Samantha with worry.

“You are a Spades and Sluts holiday maker?” the guard asked as his eyes twinkled with excitement.

“Yes.”

“And you have read the instructions in the letter that you received?”

“Yes,” answered Samantha as she started to play them through her head. She addressed each of the instructions in turn; no knickers, tight and small clothing, the pendant, dressed before you fly and then her mind settled on the last bit.  “You are to inspect me to confirm that I am following the rules?”

The guard burst into another white toothed grin, “yes, I want you to open your legs.”

Doing as she was told, Samantha waited as the guard approached her. She was wearing a small black racer skirt with heels while on her upper body Samantha had picked a tight, low cut black top that showed off her cleavage. From his smile, the clothing she had picked had ticked the box, now it was to be seen if everything else did.

Reaching out a hand he stroked the inside of her thigh before moving his hand up further. She thrilled at the touch of his fingers until, one by one, they settled on the outer skin of her vagina. “No knickers, that is good, you would be amazed how many sluts fail to follow that instruction.” Samantha nodded in acknowledgement as the fingers continued to explore her body. “I see you are completely smooth as well, waxed or shaven?”

“Waxed,” replied Samantha carefully as she waited for the inspection to be complete.

Using his fingers, the guard gently parted Samantha’s labia and dabbed his finger into the gap he had created. “Very wet as well, is that usual for you?”

“When near to a black man who is using me sexually, yes.”

His inspection completed the guard stepped backwards and smiled. “Your inspection is complete, and I have to say that you passed with flying colours.”

“Thank you.”

“Now I just need you to sit on the edge of the table, pull up your skirt and open your legs.”

The instruction took Samantha by surprise but not wanting to offend she did so without question. Exposed, she waited for the guard who had turned his back on her and walked over to a filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Opening it, the guard seemed to tinker with something inside the top drawer before turning to face her. A quizzical look crossed Samantha’s face as she watched him approach with what appeared to be an ink stamp in his hand. On getting to her he smiled again and raised the stamp before lowering it to the skin above Samantha’s clitoris.

“You will need this to get into the hotel, don’t wash it off,” the guard said as he pushed down, and Samantha felt wet ink touch against her skin.

As the stamp was removed, she looked at the mark it had left, the words “Confirmed Slut” alongside the date now adorned her body. “Is it OK if I put my skirt back down?” Samantha asked as the guard returned the stamp to the top drawer.

“Yes, I will give you a moment to sort yourself out and then I will release you back to your very lucky husband.”

Outside the room, Chris had started to watch the clock, they were now running out of time to get to the departure gate and the flight had already been called. Finally, the door opened, and Samantha walked out, looking slightly red in the face but happy overall, she approached her husband. “What? Did he fuck you and almost cause you to miss the flight?” Chris asked slightly too loud as a couple of other people in the area turned to look at him.

“Sssshhhh!” whispered Samantha as she raised a finger and put it on Chris’ lips. “I’ll explain on the way to the gate but keep your voice down.”

The walk to the gate took around ten minutes and by the time they had reached it Chris was no longer in a mood, instead he was desperate to see the stamp. “Look, give me a moment and I will go and photograph it and send it to you,” whispered Samantha while they stood in line at the gate. Moments later Chris could only nod in eager expectation as his wife gave him a kiss and then headed off towards the toilets.

By the time Samantha had returned Chris had been staring at his phone for a whole five minutes. “Wow!” he said as she joined him again, “that is incredible.”

Samantha smiled and gave him another kiss, “you have arranged such an amazing holiday for me, I cannot believe how much fun I am going to have.”

Boarding seemed to take for ever but eventually Samantha and Chris managed to find their seats. Sitting in the middle, while Chris sat on the aisle, Samantha noticed that there was nobody sat in the window seat. “Maybe it will just be the two of us?” the wife offered, and Chris leaned forward to look across her heavy breasts at the empty space.

Standing up again, Chris glanced up and down the aeroplane before he sat back down, “I’d be amazed if it was just the two of us, the place seems to be packed.

“Maybe,” replied Samantha and for a moment the two of them looked into each other’s eyes until, unexpectedly, Samantha’s gaze rose up towards the space behind Chris. For a moment she seemed to stare into nothing and then Chris realised a look of lust cross her face.

“There’s a cute black guy behind me?” Chris offered quietly and Samantha nodded her head slowly.

“Excuse me,” the voice was deep and given Samantha’s reaction, incredibly sexy as well, “I need to get to my seat.”

Chris rose from his seat, keeping his eyes slightly downcast and mumbled an apology as he got out of the way. As Samantha made to follow him the newly arrived occupant of the window seat spoke again, “there’s no need for you to get up darling, I think I can squeeze in perfectly.”

Then, as Chris watched the man stepped into the space he had just vacated and then carefully he stepped over Samantha his groin thrusting into her face in the process. “Wow!”, Samantha mouthed to Chris as the man finally reached his seat before she shifted her position to present her breasts towards the man Samantha clearly hoped would become her latest lover. Slipping back into his place, Chris realised that’s he had little chance of getting involved in the conversation as Samantha turned all her attention on the new arrival.

“The names Edward,” the guy in the window seat said to Samantha as his eyes stared appreciatively at her well-presented breasts as the silver pendant sat between them.

“Hi Edward, my husband calls me Samantha, but you can call me anything you like,” the eager slut said while below she realised that her body was already fully prepared for him to enter her.

“I take it you are here on a Spades and Sluts holiday then?”

“Yes,” purred Samantha in reply as she took hold of the pendant and twirled it between her fingers, “given that you have heard of them I take it you are as well?”

“I go on one every year, but I am meeting a few friends there this time and it will be their first time. What about you?”

“I am an experienced black cock only whore, but this is my first holiday of this type.” Samantha was now desperate to have this guy fuck her but being on a plane was not an ideal situation. Edward, however, appeared to be able to read her mind.

“There may be a chance for you to join the mile-high club, either way I really want to bust my nuts into you.”

Before Samantha could reply a noise on her other side distracted her and she realised that a stewardess had approached to check that everybody was strapped in correctly. As she watched the stewardess, the middle aged and heavily made up woman gave the three of them a knowing look. “Spades and Sluts guests?” she offered and the three of them nodded in reply, “I love going on holiday with them.” The stewardess then winked at Samantha before moving away to the next row.

“Clear for take-off,” a voice said over in cabin intercom and a twinge of nerves gripped Samantha. It was a twinge that always filled her whenever she flew and so she took hold of Chris’s hand and gripped it for reassurance. Meanwhile, her other hand slowly stoked the inside of Edward’s leg, feeling the length of girth of his hard cock in the process.

Soon, the plane approached cruising height and the seat belt sign switched off to allow the passengers to move around. “I’m going to the toilet,” Samantha said to Chris before rising from her seat and working her way down the aisle of the aeroplane. Stepping inside the cubicle, Samantha attempted to close the door when a large hand pushed on the other side.

“Room for one more?” it was the deep voice of Edward and instinctively Samantha allowed him to push the door open. The cubicle was cramped with two of them, but Edward managed to squeeze into the available space before he closed the door and engaged the lock. They looked at each other for a moment, trapped together, their bodies naturally rubbing one against the other. It was too much, and Samantha allowed herself to be pulled in for a kiss. Deep and passionate, the kiss seemed to last for ever as Edward’s tongue pushed between Samantha’s lips and sought out her tongue in turn.

A hand roamed over Samantha’s breasts, pulling one free and tugging at the exposed nipple as Samantha’s hands again reached for Edward’s groin. “Do you have a confirmed slut stamp?” Edward managed to ask between kisses and Samantha broke away long enough to show it to him. “You’ve got a used and eager cunt,” said Edward as he studied the stamp and the shaved pussy beneath. “I take it you always go bareback?”

“I cannot remember the last time I used a condom and I have fucked a lot of men,” the eager Samantha replied, “I just cannot bare putting such a device on a black cock.”

Edward grinned at the comment before undoing his trousers and pulling them down to reveal the hard cock underneath. “Well you better work me good then and make sure I cum hard.”

“Real men always cum hard for me,” replied Samantha as she dropped to her knees. Gently placing her fingers around the length of his shaft, Samantha studied the dark head and the skin that surrounded it as she slowly pulled her hand up and down. Edward’s cock seemed to be particularly engorged with blood as each stroke caused the eye to wink at her.

Placing her mouth and nose close to it, she watched as the first drop of pre-cum was slowly squeezed out by her actions and Samantha inhaled deeply. It smelt sweet and enticing and Samantha realised that Edward likely had gorgeous tasting cum while using her free hand she cupped hold of his balls. They felt full and ready to burst as Samantha looked up and saw that Edward had closed his eyes as he enjoyed her ministrations.

“I’ve not cum for a week, I’ve been saving it up for a moment like this.” Edward spoke softly and the thought that she was going to receive days worth of his cum thrilled her. Poking out her tongue, Samantha tasted the pre-cum that had now been spread all round the head of Edward’s cock. She lapped up the liquid, leaving a small string of juice that extended from the tip, up towards the lips of her mouth.

A knock at the door distracted both of them before the voice of the middle-aged Stewardess from earlier called through the door. Edward opened it and poked his head outside, “Yeah, I’m a bit busy,” he said as Samantha pushed his cock into her mouth. The sensation made him gasp and distracted, the stewardess was able to push her head through the gap in the door. From her position Samantha could see the stewardess watching for a moment as a large grin crossed her face.

“Don’t take too long, people will ask too many questions,” she said before withdrawing from her invasion of the space. The door closed with a click and Edward quickly locked it as outside the stewardess could be heard to speak to whoever had complained, “yes the person is very ill right now, you’ll have to find another cubicle for now.”

Relieved at the end of the interruption Edward reached up with a hand and grabbed hold of a tousle of Samantha’s hair. Pulling, he pushed his cock deeper into her, filling her throat with his length and stretching it out with his girth.

Samantha reached a point where she needed to breath or choke and she pulled back, Edward releasing her in the process. Free of his cock in her mouth, she gasped for breath for a moment and stared at the twitching cock before putting it back into her mouth. “Wow, you slut!” gasped Edward as he felt the warmth of Samantha’s mouth again envelope his length.

Using her tongue, Samantha pushed against the underside of Edward’s tool with the tip as she ran her lips up and down his length. He gasped again, “I need to be in you right now, I need to feel your pussy riding me until I can’t hold back any longer.”

Standing, Samantha took hold of her skirt and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it in the process. When she rose back up, Edward found himself staring at Samantha’s exposed and smooth pussy. Turning on the spot, Samantha leaned over the toilet to present her ass towards her new lover. “I’m ready and eager,” she offered, “just don’t smudge the stamp as I need that when I get to the hotel.”

Edward reached out with a hand and placed it between the cheeks of Samantha’s bum. His fingers probed in and around her sex, rubbing her clitoris before penetrating her hole while he took in just how wet and ready the slut was. Holding his cock, he lifted it and guided it forward until the head pushed against the edge of Samantha’s vagina.

“Do me,” she whispered, and Edward found himself not needing a second invite. Using his hips, he pushed forward so that his cock easily slid into her. He was not small, in fact he was very large but Samantha, who was clearly very experienced seemed to suck him in and accommodate his member without difficulty. Taking hold of Samantha by her wide hips, Edward gripped her tight as he started to thrust in and out of his lover.

It did not take long for Samantha to let out her first moan, she fought to keep it quiet but the thrusts were powerful and so it was impossible to contain the pleasure completely. Lifting Samantha by the hips, Edward seemed to find a way of pushing even deeper into her and the extra depth seemed to instantly push Samantha right to the limit. She screamed and Samantha found herself unable to catch her breath for nearly half a minute so that when she could finally get oxygen into her lung’s she was left panting and sweaty.

Unfinished though, Edward continued to pump himself in and out until the sensations drove Samantha to a second and even more powerful orgasm. The noise was too much though and brought a series of bangs on the door. “Fill me, quick,” gasped Samantha and Edward found he had no choice but to agree, partly because he had reached a point of no return anyway. Thrusting deep into the slut, Edward felt his balls tighten while the head felt like it was a dam about to burst. Then, with a grunt, it did, and his spunk flooded forward in long, heavy squirts pushing his seed deep into Samantha until he was drained.

Spent, Edward let himself fall out of his lover who quickly scooped cum from between her legs and fed it into her mouth as the knocking on the door became even more insistent. Cleaned, at least to some extent, Samantha pulled her skirt back into place and then Edward unlocked the door.

Outside, a queue of passengers had formed, their faces angry as they watched first Edward and then Samantha step out of the cubicle. Together, the two of them walked down the aisle towards their seats under the constant stares of those who had been waiting.

Reaching the last person in the queue, Samantha turned to look at each of those she had walked past in turn. “If you haven’t experienced Alpha Black men then you haven’t lived,” she said with a defiant look on her face. “I am proud that I am a slut for black cocks and my husband supports me completely.” In response, most of the onlookers, indicated their disgust at the fact that Samantha was such a slut but there, half way down the line a tall and slim woman smiled. Reaching for her neck line she lifted up a pendant that she wore, twirled it gently and Samantha smiled as she realised the reality. She was not the only Spades and Sluts whore on the flight.

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