Hannah was humming when she walked into the door of her home in Roswell. Spence was in his office, the computer screen up on a spreadsheet, when she came in, and his first words were, "How did it go?"

"I got a job!" She exclaimed.

"Great!" He encouraged, "Congratulations. Wanna celebrate?"

"Sure, what you have in mind?"

"How about drinks by the pool, and we'll call in for a pizza?"

"Just what I had in mind," she smiled back.

Hannah changed into her swimsuit, looking in the mirror, and then instead removed the top and replaced it with a white ribbed tee, tight over her breasts and thin enough that her darkness of her nipples was slightly visible.

"Wow, that's what I was hoping for," Spence said when she came into view, watching her long legs as she approached, handing her a glass of wine. Her breasts were bouncing enticingly under the cotton top. They sat and talked for a couple of glasses of wine, inside the high fence surrounding their pool area. The pizza came, and Spence brought it back to the wrought iron table where they slowly ate it.

Spence talked about an upcoming long weekend trip, and Hannah carefully described the elegant office, the boutique shops downstairs, the salary and her working days. But she left out some things as well, waiting for the proper moment.

Hannah knew he wanted to get her into the pool so the top would go sheer, and a half way through the third glass of wine she took his hand and led him into the pool. They kissed, and as he held her he lowered both of their bodies into the water-- and pulling up out of the water leaned back to enjoy the now wet sheer cotton clinging to her brown tipped breasts, turning rigid in the cool night air.

"Damn, you have such great boobs," he said, "I just don't know why you go to such trouble to keep them covered up".

"You say that all the time. I think you wouldn't mind if I went topless in public."

"Well," he smiled, and she hit him on the arm.

"Kiss me," she ordered, and he did. They played with each other's bodies, at he slid his finger under the leg of her shorts, moving a long finger over her clit, parting her pussy lips and gently moving his finger inside her. She moaned in pleasure as he did. He fingered her to one orgasm in the pool.

"Let's go in and get wild and crazy," she whispered, and Spence was instantly out of the pool leading the way to their bedroom.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

"Something super horny," she said, pulling the wet top over her head and her breasts quivering free. She lowered the shorts down her tanned legs.

Spence laid her back on the bed, lowering his tongue to her wet pussy. He put his fingers in her closely cropped pubic hair and pulled upward, exposing her clit. Between licks and tongue twirls over her clit, he began to quietly describe a scene in which Hannah imagined she was laying on an isolated beach on an offshore island, nude. Spence had her close her eyes as she imagined the scene.

Hannah could almost feel the wind blowing softly over her. She felt Spence leave the bed but he kept talking in a slow melodious voice, describing how he and she had been rowed to this quiet island by a hot young Caribbean guide, who patiently waited on the back side of the island drinking an extra bottle of wine they had left for him, while Spence and Hannah sunned nude on the beach, drinking drinks from a small cooler.

"You're getting horny from the drinks and the sun," he suggested, "And we have a nice long slow fuck but you still want more." Hannah was breathing heavily, and felt his mouth at her pussy again, her body jerking as his tongue found her clit and a finger probed inside her.

"Do you want more?" He asked.

"Yes," Hannah said, "I want more." She felt her pussy moisten more.

"You want me to invite our guide down to join us?"

"I don't know," she hesitated, playing the game.

"You know that's he's at the top of the beach where he has been watching us don't you? I just have to wave my hand for him to be down here."

"Yes."

"You want him here?"

"Yes."

"You want him to fuck you?"

"Yes," Hannah gasped.

"You want his black cock," Spence asked.

"Yessss" Hannah hissed through her teeth, feeling Spence touching her pussy with the cool tip of the dildo. She didn't have to look to know that it was their black one, bought a couple of months ago when they had just begun to play with this fantasy. She moaned as Spence moved the dildo deeper into her pussy, moving her hand to his, encouraging him to fuck her faster with the dark rubber cock.

"He's fucking you now," Spence said. "You're taking his black cock."

"Yessss" Hannah said, feeling her juices squirting around the black dildo, colors flashing before her eyes and then collapsing. Spence's tongue was still on her clit but it was very sensitive now. She pushed his face away.

Hannah lay there gasping and looked down as she watched Spence slowly withdraw the large black cock from her pussy. She felt the emptiness as he withdrew it, and then she opened her legs as her husband moved between them, over her, holding his hard cock in his hand, and sliding into her soaked pussy in a single stroke, taking his time and slowly moving in and out of her. He paused, savoring the unique texture of lubrication she exuded when they did an interracial role play.

"Spence," she whispered as he lay inside her, gently moving, "I have one more thing to tell you about my new job."

"What's that?" He said softly, feeling her pussy moistening even more.

"My new boss..." Spence started picking up the pace, sensing the reaction in her body, "he's black".

"Black?" Spence asked, thrusting harder, in long stokes that made a popping sound when their bodies slammed together, getting faster.

"Very black" she said, arching her body against him as he began pounding her harder and harder, coming quickly and collapsing on top of her.