Several years ago I had a relationship with a woman named Jo. It lasted, on and off, for over a year. It was on and off because, though she was beautiful, Jo was flaky and also had some major substance abuse problems. She had a soft, sexy figure but no one would think of her as overweight. Jo had soft brown hair, hazel eyes and an ass that would grab any man’s attention from a block away. But her finest physical feature was her breasts.

Jo’s breasts were not huge, but they were larger than most. Their shape was accusingly perfect, curving upward just so, capped by nipples that stood out as if proud to be there. Jo almost never wore a bra and she was well aware of the attention men paid her breasts with their eyes. In fact, it turned her on.

In retrospect, I wondered why Jo became my lover for an extended time. She had numerous affairs before, after and during the time I was with her, but clearly her relationship with me was important to her. I learned that she had a particular interest in men who were very well endowed, and that certainly doesn’t describe me. I’m average in size if not a bit smaller than most. I can only guess that her sexual attraction to me was based on the attention I gave her breasts and my fondness for cunnilingus. That was something she really loved.

Anyway, as I said, we broke up several years ago. I was the one to finally say “this isn’t going to work”. We both knew it, but I have always regretted it. Over the years that followed I had several relationships, even an attempt at marriage, but Jo was always in the back of my mind. When I found myself single, alone and the winner of a trip for two to the Bahamas, I couldn’t help but think of her even more. We had been there together once before.

Even after years apart, it was easy to contact Jo and also easy to convince her to accompany me. In a few short weeks we were on a jet to Nassau, catching up with each other and remembering old times. The flight went quickly, we cleared customs and got to the motel. As we entered the room, the one unmentioned topic came up. The room was a luxurious suite with a well furnished living room (complete with wet bar) and a sumptuous bedroom. With one large bed.

Jo answered the unspoken question by embracing me and bringing her lips to mine. We kissed deeply, open mouthed, tongues frantically wrestling. As I had done many times in the past, I picked Jo up and carried her to the bedroom.

Our clothes came off easily, almost of their own volition. Naked, we writhed together, kissing, touching, exploring, remembering. I told Jo how beautiful her breasts were as I brought my head down to suckle them. Her nipples hardened under the attentions of my lips tongue and fingers. Jo gasped as I reached between her legs and felt her sweet wet cunt. As I moved my head down across her belly, I felt her reaching to guide me towards her crotch. Her legs parted wide as I put my mouth on her pussy. My tongue parted her soft cunt lips and she moaned as I pushed it deeper inside her.

I held Jo’s legs apart to get best access to her beautiful cunt. After licking and sucking on her labia, I slid my tongue up to tease her clit. At the same time, I reached a hand in to spread her cunt lips. Jo gasped as my tongue and fingers massaged her pussy. Her hips began to move rhythmically against my face, grinding harder and harder to meet my mouth. Jo’s gasps turned to soft moans as she approached orgasm. I felt her shudder, her hands clutching at my head as she started coming.

Jo’s hands reached down to my shoulders and she gave an unspoken command as she tugged at me. I lifted my head from her pussy and slid up her writhing body. My cock was fully hard and I plunged it into her waiting cunt. Jo cried out with pleasure as I entered her. I fucked her hard and fast. She clutched my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. Her legs wrapped around me. Her cries of pleasure grew louder and in moments I found myself about to come. My cock grew even bigger inside her and my movements more frantic as I shot my cum deep into her.

We lay together, both of us gasping for air, our bodies covered with sweat in the warm Bahamian night. After a while we relaxed in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. I don’t think I had ever been so relaxed and contented.

The next day we did some of the tourist things, visiting markets, a tour of a wildlife refuge and then some time at the beach. At the beach, Jo made a few comments about some of the other guys there and I felt some of my old jealousy creeping back. Jo noticed that and at one point said,” Hey, last night you said you were so happy I hadn’t changed ... well I haven’t.” There was a challenge in her voice that I remembered from years ago and I decided to let it rest.

We had a nice dinner and then went back to the motel. I was hoping we might jump right back into bed, but Jo wanted to have “a drink or two”. We cracked open a bottle of rum at our bar, got some fruit juice out of the fridge and pretty soon were really blasted. I got to a point where I couldn’t sit up anymore and told Jo that it was time for bed. I expected her to follow me, but she said she would stay up a bit longer. I went into the bedroom, barely got my clothes off and crashed hard.

I woke a while later. The clock showed me that I had been passed out for a couple hours or more. I reached for Jo on the bed beside me, but there was no one there. Becoming more awake, I realized that there were voices coming from the living room of the suite. I recognized Jo’s giddy “I’ve had a lot to drink” laugh and I heard a deeper male voice.

I quietly got off the bed. Still naked, I slipped over to the partially open door to the living room. There was Jo, sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand. Beside her was a man. A big black man. As I watched, he said something I couldn’t quite hear but I could tell from the accent that he was a local. Jo giggled at whatever it was he said. Then he leaned over and put his mouth on hers.

They embraced tightly as they kissed. I was close enough to see their mouths open and their tongues slide around each other. The black man’s hands roamed over Jo’s lush body, squeezing her breasts, her ass and then parting her legs. Jo moaned as his large, black hand fingered her crotch. She reached down and grabbed at him between the legs.

They made out for ten minutes or so as I watched. At first I was shocked, then angry- I considered bursting in on them. But I also found myself getting aroused. So I watched and waited. It wasn’t long before they were pulling each other’s clothes off. Jo wasn’t wearing much under her dress, so she was naked in a heartbeat. The guy had a T-shirt and jeans that took a moment longer to get off. As Jo helped him out of his underwear I heard her say “Oh my God...”

The guy’s cock was only half hard as she pulled his shorts down but even at that, it was at least ten inches long. He finished getting out of his briefs and sat on the couch. Jo knelt in front of him, almost reverentially and took his cock in one hand. She seemed mesmerized as she brought it to her mouth. The thing practically jumped as she began to suck it. In an instant it seemed to become rock hard, almost a foot long, thick, brown and laced with large snaky veins. It took both of Jo’s hands to hold it.

Jo alternated between taking as much of this thick black cock in her mouth as she could and teasing it with her tongue and lips. As I watched her tongue slide around that shiny brown cock head, I found myself getting equally hard. I could see that Jo was even more turned on than me. For his part, the black guy didn’t seem too excited. As stiff and huge as his cock was, he seemed relaxed and almost amused as he sat back and watched Jo go to town on his enormous tool.

Jo sucked and licked and slobbered all over that massive cock for ten minutes or more. Eventually, the black guy reached down and gently pulled her head off his member. She trembled as he guided her to take his place, sitting on the couch. He knelt between her open thighs. Jo grasped her own legs and spread them wide open for him. I could see her pussy, pink and shiny wet. Taking his monster meat in one hand, the black guy brought up to Jo’s waiting cunt.

His first thrust gave her as much as I could muster on my best and deepest. Jo cried out with pleasure. He pushed in and out, again and again, each thrust deeper than the last. Jo made sobbing noises that seemed to indicate pain, but her hips rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts. He wasn’t harsh or brutal, but his cock was so big...

Meanwhile, I was stroking my own hard cock. Watching Jo get fucked like that was turning out to be an amazing experience. As she started coming, I had all I could do to keep myself from doing the same. Jo clutched at the black guy’s arms and cried out as she came. Her orgasms just kept on and on. Impassive as he had been, this seemed to finally get to the black guy. He lifted his head and began to breathe loudly. His thrusts became faster and deeper. Jo was writhing and almost squealing under him as he began to ram that thick black cock home. The cheeks of his dark muscular ass contracted as the rhythm of his fucking got faster and more ragged. He snorted and then cried out as he came inside her.

For a few moments, they stayed perfectly still, as if time had stopped for them. He roused himself first, shaking his head and seeming to take stock and remember where he was. Jo lay there like a broken puppet, apparently passing out after her last yell of passion. The black guy moved back and there was an audible sucking sound as his now semi-flaccid cock pulled out of Jo. She stirred as his now soft ten inches withdrew from her distended cunt. His cock lolled across his thighs, still dripping from their combined juices.

He rose and quickly began to dress. Jo opened her eyes and gave him an imploring look, but he said, in his island accent, that he had to go. He was out the door in less than a minute. Jo lay back on the couch, her legs spread. Her cunt was still open from the fucking she had gotten and silver-grey threads of his semen were visible. After many long minutes, she roused herself and came toward the bedroom.

Heart pounding, I dove back into bed and did my best to pretend that I was asleep as Jo came in. I don’t think it took a lot of acting to fool her, wasted as she was from getting fucked by that huge cock. As she slid in beside me, I “woke up” and embraced her. The next thing I knew, she was kissing me deeply and I was touching her all over. Jo guided my head down to her pussy and I licked and sucked the bitter sweet musky juices of her cunt and his cum. She cried out again as she came, and, as I moved up to fuck her, I found she had passed out. All the same, I spread her legs wide and pushed my straining cock into her sloppy wet cunt. In a moment I was ready to come and I pulled out to spray my cum all over her belly and breasts. Then I lay back and slept as well.

The next morning, Jo was hung over and bitchy. She made a few leading comments about the previous night, seeming to try to draw me out as to whether I knew anything about her encounter. I kept cool and feigned ignorance. By noontime, with a couple drinks in her, Jo seemed happy again and probably believed I knew nothing.

The remainder of our week went by with no further incidents. In fact, we had a fantastic time together. We grew as close as we once had been and our sex was regular and good. I couldn’t tell Jo that, at times, while we made love I would remember watching her with that black guy. It was a real turn on for me. She did notice that my fucking was more passionate and that I was getting it on with her several times a night. When she commented, I explained my increased ardor was the result of getting more relaxed with her again.

As the week in the Bahamas ended, we both were beginning to admit that we still loved each other. We began to talk about what might happen when we got home. On our last night on the island, after having great sex, I took a chance and asked Jo to move in with me. She agreed.

I had just bought a place, my dream house. It was an old farmhouse, partially renovated but needing more work. There were outbuildings, a barn and 25 acres of pasture and woodland. I hadn’t moved in yet. This was my big project for after the vacation.

For her part, Jo was semi-retired. Though fairly young, she had gotten a large inheritance from the recent death of her Father and was able to take an early retirement from her job teaching emotionally disturbed teens. She still did substitute work, but it was more to keep busy than for the pay. She was living in a roommate situation in another person’s house and was more than ready to move.

For several days after we returned, we trucked her stuff and mine to our new place. Jo fell in love with it immediately. We started spending nights there almost from the first and continued to have beautiful, loving sex. Finally, we had pretty much everything moved. We brought a last load of Jo’s, then I left to get the last of my stuff. I had Jo stay back because the phone was due to be installed sometime that afternoon and someone had to be there. I told her I’d be back within an hour.

Less than an hour later, I returned. There was a phone company truck parked in the drive. I walked in through the front door and heard Jo’s voice coming from the kitchen. I walked into the dining room, now dark as the sun was setting, and saw Jo standing in the kitchen talking to the phone company installer. She had a drink in her hand, and something about her tone and body language stopped me.

The guy was younger, maybe in his late twenties. He was fairly tall and had dark hair, a mustache and generally hunky good looks. I could see that Jo was flirting hard. I heard him say that the job was finished, but Jo said, “no it isn’t...” He looked at her, seeming to wonder what her complaint might be. He realized as she reached her free hand down and caressed his crotch. His eyes opened wide, then he smiled.

He unfastened his pants and as they hit the floor, Jo hit her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and it quickly grew to better than average size, maybe eight inches. As Jo stroked and sucked it, his balls seemed to relax and they swayed with the rhythms of her attentions to his cock. In all the time we had been together, Jo had almost never given me head like that. She would sometimes move into a sixty-nine with me as I ate her out, but there was only one time she had ever just gone down on me and sucked me off. But then, I wasn’t built like this guy or the one before. I guess she only liked sucking really big cocks.

I wondered too about her timing. Jo never did have the best sense of time, she was invariably late for everything, but she had to know that I was due back by then. I was left to guess whether she meant me to see all this, or whether she just didn’t care.

Jo spent five or six minutes loving that stiff cock with her mouth, tongue and lips, then she pulled back and stood up. The guy was grinning at her as she began to pull off her blouse and skirt. Underneath, she wore a sexy black body stocking. That came off too. Meanwhile, he sat his bare ass down on one of the kitchen chairs, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, and pulled off his shirt. The shoes and socks followed, then his pants cleared his ankles and they were both naked.

He stood, and as he did, Jo turned and leaned over the kitchen counter. He approached her from behind, his dick hardly softened at all since the sucking Jo had given it a moment before. He parted her ass from behind and I heard Jo moan with pleasure as he entered her ready cunt. She was facing out the window, and I assume that even in the twilight, she could see my car was there. If she cared to look. I think she did, and I think she knew about where I was at that time because she lifted her left leg up, resting her knee on the counter. It gave me a perfect view of his cock shoving in and out of her cunt.

His balls hung low and slapped against her as he thrust in and out. Jo’s face contorted with pleasure as his long cock penetrated her over and over and over. She began to moan, “Oh God yes! Give it to me! Oh fuck me ... fuck me!” Her hands clenched the counter top, her head tipped back and she started coming.

Jo’s orgasms lasted a few minutes and toward the end, her legs appeared to weaken. She lowered the leg she had raised and the phone guy’s cock slipped out of her. It waved stiffly in front of him, slick with her cunt juices, as he helped Jo slide onto the floor to lay on her back. Her legs parted wide as he knelt between them and again pushed that long hard cock into her.

He knelt on the floor, holding each of Jo’s knees as he plunged in and out of her. I couldn’t see her cunt anymore, as she was laying on the floor with her head towards me. All the same, I could see that guy humping her hard and fast, and I could hear her moans as she began cumming again. The phone guy’s face contorted and his pace quickened. In the quiet evening surrounding the house, the sounds of Jo’s moans and groans, his heavy breathing and their sweaty bodies slapping together seemed incredibly loud.

The phone guy grunted and Jo cried out. His movements slowed, then stopped briefly. I knew he had just cum inside her. They paused for a few long seconds, then he withdrew from her. Jo sighed as his now softening cock pulled out of her. He rose to his feet, a bit unsteady, and Jo sat up. His cock dangled down, now soft but still long. Impishly, Jo grasped it with one hand and put it in her mouth. He groaned as she sucked the last of his cum and her juice off of it.

Jo rose to her feet, also somewhat unsteadily, both from his fucking and her drinking. She embraced the phone guy and I heard her say “Thanks ... that was fantastic. You’ve got to go now ... my boyfriend will be back soon.” She raised her face to his and kissed him deeply. Her hand reached down and held his cock as she broke off the kiss to say “Hey, I’m sure we’ll have some phone trouble soon...”