At their third meeting with Elon, in a mountain cabin, Erin had worn the same sheer white swimsuit in the hot tub with Elon. He had kept complimenting her how hot it was.

What followed was three hours of hard fucking after their hot tub drinking and making out. Something spurred Elon to extra efforts that night. Erin's side of the bed was soaked from her squirting and his cum.

That night was when he started talking dirty, and they discovered that it made Erin even hotter. He started by asking her if she liked his black cock inside her, telling her to guide his black cock inside her white pussy, and demanding that she ask him to put his cock back inside her when he pulled out in mid fuck. She eagerly complied, and hit a plateau of orgasm after orgasm before Elon left for his room upstairs and Erin dozed off quickly, too quick for Don's typical reclaiming fuck.

When Don opened his eyes the next morning, Erin was not in the bed beside him. He raised his head to see Erin walking toward the door that was cracked open, still in her sheer red nightgown. He raised his head from the pillow and Erin smiled at him, waving weakly, and stepped through the doorway. Don heard the creak of the stairs as she went up them into Elon's room. He lay there listening, unable to make out what they were saying, but soon the creaking of the bed and the moaning and grunts were unmistakable.

Don went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and started a cup of coffee in the single cup dispenser. After it had finished dripping, he too walked up the stairs to the open doorway and calmly drank his first cup of coffee watching Elon finish fucking his wife.

As Elon fucked her and she reached her orgasm, he called her a slut, and asked her if she was a slut for black cock. "Yessssss," she moaned in the throes of her orgasm.

"Say it louder," Elon demanded, and Erin was almost shouting, "Yes, I'm a black cock slut, I love black cock," as she finished cumming, spurred on by the dirty talk.

They lay on the bed recovering while Don remained quiet at the door. Elon went back to being the professional gentleman, not referring to anything he'd said and acting like he'd never been calling her names as he had just a few minutes early. He treated Erin like a lady. They packed, loaded, and said their goodbyes with mutual promises to try to work it out so they could play again real soon. At the back of his car when he and Don were alone Elon complimented him. "Damn Don you do have one hot wife there. She seems to be out of her shell now."

"She certainly is. I've never seen her so open."

"You happy with the result so far?" Elon asked.

"Man she is horny all the time, I'm getting laid more, she dresses hotter all the time, cares more about her appearance, her attitude is happier. Hell yes I'm happy with the result."

"Glad you think so, I think I might be able to open her up even more, if you don't object."

"Why would I object?" Don asked.

"Some husbands get controlling when they see their wife get over the edge is all."

"I love her over the edge," Don answered, "But what do you mean 'open her up more?' "

"Erin is saying the words about being a slut for black cock, but she really hasn't proved it yet. I think she should earn the title," Elon grinned, "Don't you?"

Don was unsure about what that really meant but as he thought back over the previous months he had to agree. Elon had been right so far, and he had received his share of the benefits. "Yes, I agree," Don said.

"All right then," Elon said, extending his hand. They shook, and promised to keep in touch for another get together soon, but with both of their schedules it had been difficult.

 

CHAPTER 5

 

Erin donning the sheer swimsuit tonight reminded her of Elon, which was why she had mentioned it to Don. The drinks were hitting Don when Erin again bemoaned missing Cancun. "This day and time a woman doesn't have any business in a place like that alone," Don said. He was feeling warm and comfortable from the drinks and when Erin mentioned Elon later. Don blurted, "Maybe we should call him and invite him to go with you to Cozumel."

Don's attempt at a teasing joke didn't register with her. She brightened instantly, the adrenaline jolting through her with the possibility of still getting her vacation. She eagerly asked, "You ok with that, you not joking?" Don had been joking, but it was too late to turn back now.

"Yes, I'm ok with it." Knowing how busy Elon was in his work and the difficulty of arranging times for them to meet him in the past, Don considered it nothing more than an oft-comment. Erin didn't.

"It is short notice," Erin said. Don wasn't sure if she was addressing him or talking to herself. "I bet he's busy but I could call and see." She pulled herself out of the hot tub and jogged into the house. Don was surprised that she was more eager than he could have imagined.

As Don remained in the hot tub sipping wine he watched Erin through the glass doors. He could see her talking with animated gestures on the portable phone, pacing back and forth as she talked, her trimmed pussy dark against the damp white fabric, the air cooling the sheer swimsuit and stiffening her nipples rock hard, her ass twisting erotically with each turn.

Don had not been serious when he had suggested Elon taking his place on the vacation, but the enthusiasm and spark it brought to Erin, and her eager willingness made Don realize that it might actually happen.

Erin had never been with a black lover without him there, and certainly never overnight. But Don also knew no one loved a beach more than Erin, it was almost an obsession with her. When he told her they couldn't go he knew it would be a major disappointment and had put her into a serious funk.

As he watched her pacing back and forth, talking on the phone, he also realized that her enthusiasm this time likely had little to do with a beach. As he watched she left the room, coming back into view holding what Don recognized has their paperwork for the trip.

Erin was still getting her beach. Even as she talked on the phone, Don didn't expect that Elon could go on short notice, and with Elon living three hours north of them would put him six hours away from the airport.

Erin's animated facial expressions told Don how the conversation was going. Concern. Disappointment. Listening. She didn't put the phone down, but wasn't speaking, continuing to pace. She listened for a long time. She came out to the hot tub, the phone still in her hand.

"Ok if Elon spends the night here, so we can leave from here tomorrow, since the plane leaves so early," she asked.