Saturday , January 29 2022

Lonely wife rides a big black stallion

I don’t normally accompany my husband on his business trips, but after some mild convincing, I found myself in a plush room at the Hawthorne Plantation. The Hawthorne Plantation touts itself as the largest, most authentic plantation in the Carribean. If you want to be pampered, this is supposed to be the place to go. I needed a getaway, and this seemed perfect.

Being a mother of two, I spend more time papering than being pampered. I was looking forward to having all of my needs taken care of for me. We had arrived on a Saturday, and the place was very busy, but by Monday, all of the wealthy American’s had gone home. We practically had the whole place to ourselves.

My husband’s schedule had him away for most of the daytime hours, leaving me to my own devices. Although I am considered middle aged, I’ve kept myself in good enough shape to be often mistaken for a woman in her late twenties. I’m just barely over five feet tall, slender, with long blonde hair and very fair skin, (my looks contrast sharply with the natives.) I like looking good and have worked hard to stay this way. I’m flattered to have men both young and old checking me out (what woman isn’t?)

Lounging by a pool is the perfect opportunity to show off all the hard work I’ve been doing, so I put on my yellow bikini, grabbed a bottle of SPF20 for my fair skin, checked myself in the mirror, and headed for the pool.

I spent most of the day on Monday hanging by the pool, being waited on hand and foot. It took a little while getting used to the fact that I was practically the only guest in the entire place. Every time I moved, one of the staff was there to see that I had everything I wanted. It felt really good to be spoiled, but, being a liberal WASP from New England, I was a little uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot by a purely black, all male staff. You know, that whole slavery thing and all. They seemed comfortable with it though, it was role playing, and I’m sure that they were well compensated.

I relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment. I’m not sure if all the attention I was getting was because I was the only one by the pool, or if it was because of the way I looked. (It was more fun to imagine the latter.) The differences in culture and appearance were intriguing to me as much as it was to them. This became evident to me when a young, muscular pool attendant, wearing only a tight speedo bathing suit emerged to clean the pool. He was very athletic, young and handsome. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of him. I had never seen a black man in such a state of undress.

In order to indulge my curiosity, I donned my dark-lense sunglasses so that he could not see my eyes as I ogled his fine young body. It’s no wonder you hear all the stories about the rich plantation wives keeping black studs for their own pleasure! I pretended not to notice him sneaking glances of me every chance he could. It was exciting!

Boldly, I reached for the sun lotion, applied a dab to my hands and began seductively rubbing it into my upper body. That certainly caught the pool boy’s attention, yet I pretended not to notice. He was trying not to be obvious with his stare, but could not look away as I lowered my bikini top to spread lotion on my breasts. I slathered lotion all over my exposed breasts, rubbing them both gently until my nipples were hard. I could have never done something like this at home, I would have been too embarrassed. But for some reason, I had the courage to do it here. I pulled my top back up, covering my swollen nipples.

Still pretending not to notice him, I applied more lotion to my hands, and began spreading it at my ankles. I spread my legs as I worked the lotion past my knees. I was breathing heavily at this point, and all I could hear was my own heart pounding wildly. I worked the inside of my thighs for an extra long time. I was giving him quite a show. I was just about to reach the leg band of my bikini with my greasy fingers when the pool waiter put his big hand on my shoulder.

“Is there anything else we can do for you, Miss Julia?” He politely asked.

I almost jumped out of my skin, he must have been watching the whole thing!

“No, no thank you.” I replied nervously.

“You know ma’am, we have a wonderful event for the ladies. It’s called the “Plantation Belle.” It’s a full day in which we simulate a day in the life of a plantation belle. It starts out with a full breakfast in bed, then a fine hot bath in a tub of special fragrance water where you’ll be attended to by our fine staff, and the afternoon concludes with a spirited stallion ride through the woods and fields of the plantation. It will be the highlight of your trip, I promise.” I was sold.

“Sure,” I said . “I’ll give it a go.”

“Wise choice Miss Julia, you won’t be disappointed. Breakfast will be served at 9:00 am.”

I awoke as my husband headed out for his meetings. I laid anxiously in bed until a knock promptly came at 9:00 am. Breakfast was delicious, I had everything I wanted. “This was going to be a good day!” I thought to myself. When I was finished, the head attendant led me to a secluded room with a big oak hot tub. There were three beautiful, young black girls waiting for us. The head attendant, Crystal, introduced them to me and assured me that I should relax as I was in the finest hands in all of the islands.

“My girls are here to serve you, you wont be allowed to do anything for yourself, they will do it all for you.” She noted.

Her voice was very soothing. I trusted her.

The young girls removed my clothing and led me to the tub. The water was very warm and fragrant. It smelled heavily of tropical flowers. The fragrance was very strong, but not offensive. It was almost intoxicating. I relaxed and slipped into a mild euphoria. There must have been some kind of herbal stimulant in the water; I was completely aware of everything that was happening, yet all of my inhibitions were gone. I became very comfortable with these girls attending my body.

After soaking in the tub for about a half hour, the girls helped me step out, hand dried me, wrapped me in a soft towel and led me to a reclining chair. My head was reeling, I felt like I was in a movie. Once in the chair, Crystal tilted it back and assured me again to relax,

“We’re almost done now, you’ll be ready for your ride in just a little while.”

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