Here I was in Las Vegas, USA; Somewhere I had wanted to visit for years. The city of sin, lights and excitement. Not that I was looking for sin, I was very happily married. It was my first time in America; my husband had been twice before on business and was here on business again, only this time, we had paid for my airfare so I could tag along and see the sights.

We had left our son and daughter with Ray's parents and had been looking forward to the first couple of weeks to ourselves for several years. However, Ray had been very concerned I would be bored, as he had to work at a trade show for five days. And after the show, we were to travel to LA, where he had another three days of meetings before we got some time to ourselves. We were to stop in Hawaii for a few days after that to stay with my older brother's family before travelling back home.

Ray's company had put us up at the Luxor, a pyramid-shaped hotel on the Las Vegas strip.

It was the third day of the trade show, and I rose with Ray at 7:00. He met his American colleagues for breakfast each morning before they caught a van over to the Mandalay Bay to prepare their stand. I pulled on some jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers, but Ray stopped me. "It's way too hot out there; wear a skirt and blouse. That white cotton one, so you don't need to wear a bra. I wouldn't bother with panties either; keep nice and cool."

"I'm not going out without panties, you dirty bugger. But it would be nice to skip the bra,"

On the show's first day, two American wives had taken the six wives that, like me, had tagged along with their husbands on a tour of Vegas. But I found it quite hard to communicate with the other wives, as they did not speak much English, five being from. Europe and one from Taiwan.

And so, on day two, I had set out along the strip on my own and shopped until I dropped. But today, I felt like getting away from the main drag. So after breakfast, I asked the front desk if there was a large mall where the locals shopped. Soon I was in a taxi, cruising to what they told me was one of the larger shopping complexes in Vegas. It did not take long, straight down a road from the Hotel. Before I knew it, we were there, and I wondered why I had bothered to catch a taxi. I should have walked.

I'm very fit, I carried a bit too much weight in my teens, and just before I met Ray, I joined a Gym and got myself back into shape. I always joked that Ray would never have looked at the pre-fit version of me. I have attended a gym at least three times a week ever since; I also did a lot of walking and played netball. This helped keep my figure trim, which I was secretly quite proud of.

Once in the Mall, I found most shops were not open as it was not yet 9:00. Anyway, the shops looked to be the same as the previous two malls I had visited. And so I considered returning to our Hotel when I saw a makeover sign outside a beautician shop. It was advertising a special makeover for half the regular price. I wandered in, and the young girl that met me immediately took me through to see her boss. She offered me the supreme makeover for the same price as their base special if I would allow them to use my photos in an advertising campaign. I thought, what the hell? I was quite flattered that they felt me pretty enough for their advertising material.

Two hours later, all made up and with my shoulder-length blond hair in a mass of curls, I was posing for the Mall's photographer. God! Ray was going to be blown away when he returned to the Hotel and saw me that night. The woman I saw in the mirror was a stunning new version of myself.

When I got out the front, though, the line at the taxi stand was very long. Looking up the road, I could see the strip, and figuring it was only a couple of miles and decided to walk back.

I had walked about a mile when the buildings on each side of the road started to thin. Then, in another half mile, it was just scrubby bush on either side. In front of me, the strip seemed just as far as when I started, and I realised I had made a mistake, it was getting very hot, and I was feeling very isolated and vulnerable. This unease intensified when a car raced past, and some young hoons shouted vulgar comments at me.

I turned and looked back to the Mall, trying to decide if I should head back there. But that now seemed a daunting distance away also. I started walking towards the strip again when an ambulance pulled alongside me. A guy in full paramedic gear hopped out and asked if I was okay.

"I'm walking back to the Luxor, but I've just realised that it's a good deal further than I thought."

"Yes! Distances are a lot further than you think out here in the desert. It's not safe either for an attractive woman to be hiking on her own here. You are fortunate to have gotten this far without being accosted," he said, motioning me to get into the front.

I went to decline, saying that I could get in the back. But he waved to the passenger door.

"No! DJ decided to stop, and we aren't meant to pick up hitchhikers, so you get to sit up front with him."

I climbed in and saw that DJ, the driver, was a handsome black guy holding out the seat belt for me.

"Hi, Ma'am, I'm DJ. What on earth are you doing out here?"

I checked him out and replied, "I'm Carol; sorry to be a nuisance, but I did not realise the distance back to the strip. I'm staying at the Luxor."

He leaned over and helped me fasten my seat belt, and then as he straightened the strap, his fingers brushed over my nipple. It was an accident, I'm sure, but the feeling was incredible, and my nipple instantly hardened. I had never been touched by a black guy before. Hell, I had never even talked with a black American before.

"That's alright, miss, you're welcome. I'll drop you around the side of the Luxor; you don't want to be seen climbing out of an LSV, do you?"

I had no idea what an LSV was, but I guessed it must be what they call an Ambulance here. We talked, and he asked me where I was from, etc. I found him very easy to talk with. I learned that they were finishing their shift and heading back to base, and I was very lucky they had driven by as nobody walked where there were no sidewalks, let alone pretty ladies on their own.

When we reached the Hotel, DJ held up his hand to stop me from leaping out. "Let me help you down. It's the procedure, ma'am. We can't have you falling out and breaking something. I'd get my butt sued."

He hopped out, zipped around the front, then leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt as I released it. Again his fingers brushed my nipple, this time the right one, and this time I wasn't so sure it was an accident. The same result, though. Again, a rush of desire shot down to my groin. He helped me down from the cab. I was blushing profusely and trying to gather my wits together again. This handsome black guy was making me feel like a silly sixteen-year-old.

"Ma'am, would you let me come back and take you to lunch? The least I can do for a beautiful visitor to our city. I have to drop the rig back at base and will shower and change." Then looking at his watch, "I'll be back in my ride about 1:00 pm.

"No, I can't; I'm married."

"Being married doesn't matter, besides I insist. You can tell your husband it was in payment for the ride I gave you. Give me your number; I'll call you when I'm about to pull in at this same spot."

I knew I should disagree as my body was flushed and tingling with him standing so close. But almost against my will, I stuttered, "Okay then."  And taking the phone he was holding out to me. I typed in my number. Then I made a fast escape into the Luxor's side entrance wanting to escape any further embarrassment.

My mind was working overtime. DJ was smoking-hot. He stood at least a foot taller than me, which must have made him about six-four. Still, he should not have had this effect on me. How embarrassing. In the inclinator up to our room, it took a lot of effort not to reach up and pull on my erect, sensitive nipples. And when I got into our room, I headed straight for the shower. I had to be super careful not to mess up my hair and makeup, only allowing the cold water to run from my breasts down.

Once I felt some semblance of normality return, I dried, rifled through my drawers, looking for my best underwear, and pulled on a bra, thinking that I needed protection if he was to brush my breasts again at lunch. Next, I put another skirt and top on, nothing flash; I didn't want to overdress and let him know how interested I was. Then I switched on the TV and sat and waited for his call.

I couldn’t tell you what I was watching. My mind was awash with thoughts about the beautiful black man about to take me to lunch. I was attracted to him; there was no denying that. But I loathed infidelity, some of my friends I played netball with had played around, and I disapproved strongly. I was sure Ray had played around a few years before, and it had hurt like hell, so I did not want to put him through that. However, there was a little voice telling me not to let the opportunity of a date with this gorgeous black man slip away, and I kept telling myself it was only lunch.

I worked out from something he had said that he was only twenty-five. So he was almost five years younger than me. I blushed crimson when my mind stumbled into the realm of "all black men have huge cocks." Then I pushed that thought away, telling myself I was happily married and not in a million years would I let myself get in any situation where I would find out how big he was.

About fifteen minutes later, I got a text that he was almost there and should be pulling in when I got to the parking bay. Very excited, my body hot and flushed, I left our room and headed downstairs. He had it timed perfectly. As I stepped out into the heat, a charcoal Dodge Durango pulled up in front of me, and DJ raced around to the passenger door to help me in. Once on the road, he explained that he was taking me to a small restaurant near where he lived and that it was about half an hour's drive away. I sat there wondering what I had let myself in for. Was I being abducted? Would I find myself at his house with a bunch of black guys waiting to molest me? Would I be cut up and sold for body parts? What a bloody fool I had been to take this risk. But the hot fluttering feeling in my belly stopped me from calling for him to stop and let me out.

Unaware of my thoughts, DJ just chatted away, asking about my life and interests, and he seemed very interested in all my replies. Soon we were pulling up outside a modest-looking restaurant in the suburbs. He explained he ate here a lot as the food was good and reasonably priced.

He ordered for me, explaining to the waiter that as I was staying in a flash hotel on the strip, I would be sick of the rich food, and we would like something simple. he and the waiter settled on fish with a Caesar salad. Once the waiter departed, we continued our conversation. I found he was from an impoverished neighbourhood in Georgia. He had worked his butt off to raise himself out of poverty, won a scholarship to College, where he graduated, and went on to study as a paramedic.

"You don't sound very American," I commented, "I would have expected, as you come from Georgia, you would have a strong southern drawl."

"I have worked hard to get rid of my accent, hard enough to be black, let alone sounding like some hillbilly. So I watched a lot of English TV programmes."

He kept diverting the conversation back to me and was very interested in my life, hobbies, etc. And especially interested when I told him I had ridden a motorbike. I probably blew my skill level up when I saw his interest. The fact was, I had only ridden a 100cc bike to university in my late teens.

He asked me if I would go dancing with him that evening, and when I said I couldn't as I would be with my husband, he said to bring him along. But, good lord, I don't think Ray would take too kindly to my taking him dancing with a handsome black guy. So I laughed it off, saying it would not happen. I was debating whether I would tell Ray about this lunch. I would not usually keep any secrets from him, but I was guilty about my feelings and interest in the guy. I was scared some of my illicit feelings would appear on my face.

After more conversation, DJ asked me if he could take me out the next day.

"No! You don't understand. I'm happily married, and if I said yes, I'd just be leading you on."

"You won't be leading me on. I'd really enjoy your company. I would not expect anything more than that. Besides, you have said you are starting to get bored spending the days alone. And tomorrow, I'm entered in a couple of off-road races on my bike. So I'd like you to meet my friends and watch the races there."

"I'll think about it," I said, wanting to see how this lunch went, if he made any passes and if it got uncomfortable. But I did have nothing to do the next day, so it was tempting.

We talked on, and then during a pause in our conversation, I became aware that DJ was sizing me up. The first hint of any sexual interest from him.

Uncomfortable and wanting to retain control, I asked, "Have I got something spilled down my front or stuff in my teeth? You're staring at me?"

He looked startled, "Sorry! You have enchanted me. I love the coy looks you give when you are embarrassed. I love your smile and your accent. It's very English, yet different. Your hair, everything about you is incredible."

I'd had plenty of guys try to get in my pants with sugary words. But his comments seemed to be coming from his heart, with no hint of falsehood. Instead, his honesty had me blushing like a young girl again. And without thought, I leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you. You have embarrassed me, but in a very nice way."

Changing the subject, I asked him what his real name was.

"I don't tell anyone that, and I haven't used my real name since I was about five."

"Well, if you want me to go to the race with you tomorrow, I want to know."

"You'll come with me if I tell you?"

Against my better judgment, I gestured, 'cross my heart and hope to die.'

"Demarious Jones. Twenty-five years ago, gay names like that were all the go in my community," he said, looking very uncomfortable.

"Well, if you misbehave tomorrow, I will start calling you Demarious, and all your friends will know."

Our lunch arrived, and he had ordered me a glass of Rosé to go with my meal, but I noted he only took water for himself. So I asked why he didn't have wine.

"In my job, I see the results of people that drink and drive. So I seldom drink, and never if I have a beautiful young lady like yourself in the car."

The food was fabulous. The mix of fresh greens, parmesan and anchovy flavour of the Caesar salad blended beautifully with the grilled fish. Our conversation slowed once we ate, but I did learn he had brothers and sisters and had only moved to Vegas for his new job three months before. I asked him if he had a girlfriend or had dated many white girls.

“No, and never. I have not dated very much in the last ten years. All my energy has gone into my career as I wanted to secure my position. Now that I am SPTL, for the first time in my life, I feel safe from prejudice or my being compromised by unseen events.'

"What is SPTL?"

"Senior paramedic team leader, I'm the boss," he said, looking very proud.

When we finished our meal, I offered to pay.

"No Way!" He exclaimed, "I asked you to lunch, so it is my shout. And being seen with you by all these people that know me is payment enough."

I laughed, "will you tell them you had your wicked way with me?"

"Of course. And we will have made love in seven different positions. You will have had at least five orgasms and screamed for more."

"Only seven positions, is that all you know?"

"Come stay with me here in Vegas for a week, and I'll show you more than one hundred positions," he said with a wink and a wicked grin.

I had had a lovely time with DJ and did not want it to end. But our conversation was beginning to get out of hand, and I was getting aroused again. So I asked to leave. DJ looked disappointed but rose and went to pay the bill.

Our conversation continued on the drive back to the Hotel. I felt so comfortable in DJ's company. There were no awkward pauses or watching what I said. He did drop the odd sexual innuendo, but nothing creepy.

When we were almost at the Hotel, he asked what time I could get away in the morning, as they started riding anytime after 8:00 am, before the heat of the day kicked in.

"Ray leaves between 7:30 and 7:45, so I can come down after that. What should I wear?"

"What you are wearing is fine. I have some overalls you can wear at the track.”

"You can't pick me up at the side entrance, though. Ray and his work colleagues all get picked up there, and I don't want to be seen by one of them."

"Do you know the Spa room at the back of the Hotel? I can pick you up there. In fact, I'll drop you off there now."

We were quiet for the next mile; what we had planned for the next day was now making me feel uncomfortable—an illicit meeting behind my husband's back. But again, my body's aroused state stopped me from making a pragmatic decision.

We pulled up at the back of the Luxor. DJ leaned over and took my hand, "I can see you're nervous. But, please don't be, it will be a fun day, and I promise you will not be bored. I'll probably get here before 7:30, but I'll wait here for you until you can get away."

Again he was out in a flash and around to open my door. Helping me down onto the footpath, he took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. His face was an inch from mine. His musky aroma was intoxicating. A hand trailed across my jaw, stopping in the hollow spot on my chin. Then he leaned in and kissed me, one hand slipping behind my neck and the other dropping to lightly grip my shoulder. His touch was electric. I could feel the strength of the man.

I found myself responding to his kiss, and as the kiss deepened, he pulled my body to his. I could feel his warmth and smell his unique musky aroma. My knees felt weak, and I was breathing deeply, but when our tongues entwined, I came to my senses and pulled away.

"That's exactly why I did not want to meet with you tomorrow. I'm not going to let this go any further. Will you behave yourself? I really should forget about tomorrow?"

"I'll behave. I promise not to do anything against your wishes. I did not mean that to happen. It just did.”

I turned to enter the Hotel, my body trembling from the sensations that his kiss had awakened. An older couple was standing in the shade, the wife looking at me as if I was some sexual deviant. The husband, however, stepped back to avoid his wife from seeing the look of lust he shot my way. I fired a confident smile back at them and escaped inside. The journey up to my room seemed to take an age. Once there, I threw myself on the bed and clutched at my groin, feeling my engorged, wet quim through my panties.

I could not remember the last time I masturbated, but I urgently needed a release. I unbuttoned my top and released my breasts from the bra, noting how hard and tender my nipples were. Then slid my panties over my hips and kicked them away. I slid one hand down between my legs. The other I used to work on my nipples. I was slick and ready. I tried not to think of DJ but instead locked Ray's face into my mind. But that did not work. Within seconds I was imagining DJ kissing and fingering me as I thrust two fingers deep between my legs. Way too fast, I climaxed, my body convulsed in a series of exquisite jerks, and I felt a squirt of warm viscous cream coat my fingers.

I lay there, washed out but feeling exhilarated. Then came to my senses, realising I was lying in my sticky mess on our bed cover. I wanted to shut my eyes and rest for a minute but had to get a flannel and the hairdryer, then spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning the bedspread. Once satisfied with my efforts, I lay back and shut my eyes.

Ray arrived back from the show around 6:00 to find me asleep on the bed. I woke as I heard the door click closed. I still had my skirt on and my blouse open.

Ray stood at the foot of the bed with his mouth open.

"You have no knickers on, and what have you done to your hair?" He squeaked.

Not wanting to get into any conversation about why I was lying there exposed, I pulled him down beside me and rolled over on top of him. Then we both grappled with his zip and pushed his pants down.

"I'm Horny," I whispered in his ear as I straddled him.

"What brought this on?" he asked.

I can't always control these things," I replied, having decided I couldn't tell him about masturbating or why I had.

I positioned above him, then lowered myself onto his rampant shaft. Ray's eyes opened wide, amazed at how soaking wet I was. He gripped and massaged my hips for a few moments as I ground myself onto him. Then he released my hips and reached up to grab my tits. His touch was rough and demanding, his ardour now thoroughly aroused. I leaned down and kissed him hard as his fingers pushed and pulled on my tits.

Then he pushed me up, grasped my skirt, and yanked it up so he could watch himself entering me. His hands found my hips again, and I came as he pulled me roughly against him. Not the earth-shattering orgasm I had had an hour before. But a small arousing group of cramps centred around my loins.

Ray had not come, and he rolled me on my back and took control. He reached down, lifted my hips, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I found I was not done either. I was still aroused and wanting more. I lifted one leg slightly and let it bend outwards, giving him access, and let out a loud, lusty groan as he thrust into me again.

"Oh god yeah, yeah, YEAH, FUCK!" he began to yell as he rose to watch himself hammering into my now very swollen sloppy quim.

Soon renewed twinges of warmth were rolling through my loins as he laid his thumb on my clit and rolled it around in small circles. Finally, when he saw my body start to react, he came. I watched as his face screwed up with the intensity of his release, which brought on my third climax of the afternoon. I bucked my hips to meet his money shots and sank my fingernails into his bum, pulling him hard against me.

"Holy shit," he finally managed to say as we rolled apart. "We haven't had sex like that in years. I wish I could bring you to Vegas every week."

Feeling very much in love with him, I decided to be honest and tell him about lunch. But before I could open my mouth, he told me to get dressed as we had to be at dinner in an hour.

"We'll make this a good night as you won't see me tomorrow night."

"What!" I asked, "Why will I not see you tomorrow night?"

"I told you. The second to last night is always a dinner for those working on the stand. We will be in a convention room over at the Mandalay with the staff from several other stands." And he disappeared into the bathroom to have a shower.

I lay there thinking. I was certain that he had not told me about the dinner. But a thought came to mind of him blurting out about the staff dinner to some of our friends two years earlier when he had returned from Vegas. I remembered him bragging to his mates about all the show models at the dinner. And how beautiful they were and that a few delegates had disappeared with them for sex.

I remembered being upset that night and questioned him later if he had been with these beautiful models. He laughed and told me that as you had to pay for them and they were incredibly expensive, he hadn't. Which I remember had pissed me off at the time, as I naturally surmised that he would have slept with one if they had been cheaper.

After we both were showered and dressed, we headed to Mandalay Bay. The dinner was at the Aureole restaurant. There must have been about fifty people there. Some had been working with Ray on the stand, others being senior management from other joint ventures in his company. I was seated next to Ed, the manager from England and his wife. Near the end of dinner, while Ray was off talking, Ed asked me if I was attending the final dinner the following evening.

"No, evidently, I won't be there." I sarcastically replied.

My snarky reply went totally over Ed's head.

"My wife hates attending those farewell dinners as well," he replied, "The guys all get drunk, and many of them play up, as there are always quite a few of those eye candy models from the show stands there."

"But your wife goes anyway?"

"Yes, she wouldn't let me go on my own."

I sat there fuming, feeling it was obvious why he did not want me tagging along. And I decided, there and then, that I would ask DJ to take me dancing after the bike racing while Ray perved on all his pretty models.

Ray looked confused when he returned to find me in a bad mood and was equally confused and disappointed when we returned to our room that I would not resume our sex from earlier in the evening.

In the morning, I woke early, and when Ray got into the shower, I pulled on some jeans, a top and sneakers, grabbed my handbag and poked my head into the bathroom to tell him I was going for an early breakfast. I did not bother to say to him to behave, knowing that he would do what he was going to do whatever I said.

I arrived behind the Luxor's Spa a little after 7:00 and saw that DJ had yet to arrive. However, minutes later, he pulled up with a trailer holding two dirt bikes attached to his Durango.

He was out of the vehicle in a flash, helping me onto my seat.

"Why do you have two bikes?" I asked.

"The green one is mine. The Blue one is my mate Kurt's. He will meet us out there. Have you had breakfast? It is about an hour's drive."

I answered that I hadn't, so he stopped at a drive-in and got us coffees and muffins, telling me we didn't need much as there would be a vast lunch served when the racing finished.

"Where is Kurt from?" I asked, thinking his friends would all be black and that Kurt did not sound much like a black guy's name.

"He's from Georgia too. We met at College. He's a computer security expert and has worked at one of the Casinos here for two years." Then realising why I had probably asked, "He's black, well brown really, his mother is German."

Was that why you came here to work?"

"It was one of the reasons. Yes. We have always been close and shared many interests. Now my mate Kurt does date white women; you'll have to fend him off, as he'll be totally smitten by you."

I just raised my eyes and reminded him he had promised to behave,

He told me the track we were heading for was owned by a wealthy guy called Tiny Tex. The guy had lost his parents twenty years earlier and inherited substantial wealth. He had built a dirt bike track on his ranch, and that Saturday was race day. Afterwards, he put on a Barbecue for the riders and hangers-on at the ranch house.

We pulled up in front of a large caravan. There were about eight of these lined up near the track. DJ had explained to me that five of his mates had put money towards it and that sometimes he came out here and practised and then stayed the night in it. He also explained that only he and Kurt were here today, so I would have a private place to change and go to the toilet.

If I thought DJ was a hunk, the guy that stepped out to meet us was next level up. He was almost too good-looking and would have made a lovely woman. Kurt was not as big as DJ nor anywhere near as dark, but you could tell he had negro blood. Kurt moved onto full charm mode as soon as he set eyes on me. His face lit up in a broad welcoming smile.

They both set about getting the bikes off the trailer and setting them up. After which, DJ took me inside and got me to change into a pair of leathers, as he said he would take me for a quick blast around the beginner's track before too many of the others got their bikes going.

I tried to back out, saying I was too old to be on a dirt bike. But DJ would not let me bail out. He said he would take it real easy and that I would enjoy the morning much better if I had an idea of where they were riding.

The leathers were a fraction too large, but he assured me they were only to keep the stones and dirt off, as he had no intention of dropping the bike.

Before I knew it, I was clinging on for dear life as we rocketed down the track. I was enjoying it by the second lap, and he asked if I wanted to try the intermediate course. I was starting to trust him, as he had ridden fast but carefully, so I nodded my assent. This course had more jumps, and telling me to hold on, he accelerated and took on one of the smaller jumps. We must have flown through the air for a good five yards.

"You're a natural," he turned and yelled at me. "We'll do a slow turn around the main course now, and you can see some big jumps."

My heart was in my mouth, thinking he would start showing off, as most guys always seem to do. But he didn't, his idea of slow was much different to mine, but he just pointed out all their takeoff and landing points and then rode back to the caravan.

The place was filling up now, there had to be thirty or more guys with bikes, and they all had wives or girlfriends. Most were white; I only saw one other black rider besides DJ and Kurt. All came over and introduced themselves. They were a friendly bunch.

During the first of DJ's races, a huge guy wandered up and introduced himself as Tex. He was at least six-six and had to weigh about 250 pounds. He had a couple of glamorous girls with him that I guessed were barely twenty years old. But he was friendly and told me I could use one of the bedrooms up at the house before lunch to shower and freshen up.

DJ only had three races, and Kurt four. Neither of them won a race, but both were near the front. Watching them take the huge jumps and lay the bikes almost horizontally on the corners was exhilarating. At about 11:00, DJ asked me if I wanted to ride on the back for the partner's race. I tried to decline, saying I had kids and other responsibilities. But he told me he would take it easy, and as I was a natural on the back, we could maybe make the podium.

Ten minutes later, we were formed on the start line with nine other bikes. The flag dropped, and we accelerated away from the line amidst screams and shrieks. By the first corner, we were in fourth place, and my competitive streak showed up. "Pass this one," I yelled in DJ's ear as we pulled close to a screaming blond on the back of a Honda.

Then we were around a corner and behind another bike with a screaming woman on board. DJ turned his head and yelled, "was I okay," and should he pass again. I just yelled at him, "Go, Go, Go," and we shot up a jump and came down a couple of yards ahead of them. There were just four laps. We passed another and had bikes trying to overtake us. It was amazing. I had forgotten all about being scared. We tried to catch the last couple, but he was a guy I had seen winning at least two of the main races, and try as he might, DJ couldn't get past him.

I was thrilled when we stepped up to receive our plastic silver medal, which, as much as I wanted to, I could not keep. Back at the caravan, Kurt asked me how I enjoyed the race.

"It was the most exciting thing I have done in years. I can't believe I did that."

There were still a couple of races, but Kurt and DJ were not in either race. So Kurt said for us both to go up to the house and have our showers before they were all taken and that he would tidy up the gear and load the bikes. So I got my clothes, etc., and we walked the couple hundred yards up the hill to Tex's house. On the way, I asked how many bathrooms there were.

"Oh, there are around ten bedrooms, and all have an ensuite. But sometimes you must wait a while if there is a crowd here, and of course, some women take an age to make themselves pretty."

"Why don't you shower in the caravan?"

"We have to carry water to the caravan. Kurt will have filled the tank while we were riding. But it is easier to use the ranch house than carry all the buckets of water we would need for a shower. Besides, the showers here are ten times better."

We were the first to arrive, and DJ chose one of the larger bedrooms. I was impressed. The decor was impressive, and I saw a lot of money had gone into the place. DJ sat on the bedroom's balcony and told me to use the shower. The bathroom was huge. The shower was in one corner with no glass or anything around it. There did not seem to be a lock on the bathroom door. But as DJ had made no moves, I felt safe and stripped out of the leathers, dropped my lingerie on the chair with my clean clothes and immersed myself in a torrent of warm water. I was shampooing my hair with my eyes tightly closed when I felt DJ move alongside me and start lathering up my back with a sponge. I let out a squeal, "You should not be in here. You promised to behave."

"I know, but I couldn't resist, and you didn't lock the door, so I took that as an invitation. I'll go if you want."

I weighed up if I should make him go. He had already seen everything and his big hands soaping up my body felt bloody good. So I kept quiet and leaned back onto him. I felt his manhood against the small of my back, and I could not stop a  low moan from escaping my mouth. My face was warm, and my body was humming with sexual tension. I realised at that moment that I wanted him and that I would not stop anything he did.

The bike ride had excited me and made me horny. His scrubbing of my body aroused me more than I wanted to admit. I held my head under the faucet and rinsed the soap from my hair and eyes, then turned my head to get a look at him. He was built like Atlas, the greek guy you see holding up the world. Extremely black all over, and as I had fantasised, he had a huge cock pointing towards me. Christ, the thing wasn’t fully hard, and it was bigger than anything I had ever dreamed was possible.

He turned me around to face him and lathered up my tits. I was embarrassed by how swollen and hard my nipples were. When he moved his hand down my body, I squeezed my legs tightly closed, trying to appear modest. But it did not deter him for a second. I felt one of his long fingers sliding through my slit. I was thoroughly drenched, my fluids thicker and more plentiful than usual, making me wonder if it had something to do with my bouncing up and down on the back of his bike. He had dropped the sponge and soap, all pretence of simply cleaning me, gone.

As his fingers worked on my dilated quim, I reached out and took hold of his cock. It was fully erect now. My fingers could not close around its girth. He asked me to lift my leg, and without thinking, I raised my left leg and let him grab it under the knee. He put his other hand under my right armpit, lifted me as if I were as light as a feather, and then lowered me over his shaft. Oh! The excitement, as I directed it to my eager opening and slowly descended onto its length. I had a momentary concern about his size, but then I calmed myself with the thought I had born two babies, so it should be okay.

I felt my sheath stretch wide as he sunk into me. Slightly painful, but it was a pleasant pain. It awakened a strong desire in me to be taken hard. I flung my arms around his neck and thrust my chest hard against him, getting off on the feelings this brought about in my taught nipples. I bucked my hips hard against his loins, delighting in the spasms that hit from my thighs to my shoulders. I was hoping he was getting the message that I wanted it rough. But he handled me gently as if his strength might break me.

"No hurry, my pretty Caroline, let me savour you. We have plenty of time."

So I relaxed and slowed my hips in time with his. The feeling of being filled with his huge cock suddenly overcame me. Ripples of desire shot out from my groin; I was coming before I could stop myself. I clawed my nails into his back, wailing out that I was sorry.

"What on earth are you sorry about, little lady?" he countered, "I have not finished with you yet. I'm going to give you plenty more orgasms like that today."

He would have kept going, but I stopped him because I was too sensitive for a moment. He eased up and set me down under the shower, then picking up the soap and sponge, he resumed washing me. Afterwards, he rubbed me down with a huge soft towel, then, as I moved to get my clothes, he stopped me and, taking my hand, led me out to the bedroom.

At this point, I tried to take stock of what I had just done. I had crossed a line. A line that I had sworn I would never cross. However, it had happened, and I couldn't go back now. And it had been the best sex I had ever had. I had thought my sexual experiences had mostly been good, but this had been different. Physically it had been something else, but mentally it was on another level, quite extraordinary.

We stood and embraced at the foot of the bed. He lifted my head and kissed me. Oh! Those kisses were something else; within moments, I was short of breath and panting with desire. I couldn't remember ever wanting my Ray this bad.

Pushing me back onto the bed, he looped his arms beneath my legs and pressed them up until my knees were near my chest, and he held himself above me, taking in the view. Then lining himself up and thrust into me forcefully. He had become aggressive, just as I wanted, and I heard the rapturous mews and whimpers he was driving from my lips.

Our shapes moulded together, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I could feel the tough muscle under his soft, smooth skin. He pleased himself, letting his hands roam and pleasure me, one moment kneading a nipple, the next it was between my legs circling my clit. His lips tasted and fed on my ears and the nape of my neck before he bent down and worked them on my nipples.

I felt his pulse quicken and knew I was exciting him. Realising this made my pulse race, and I knew I would climax again soon.

"I can cum again," I yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, and cum with me, please?" I called out.

He upped his pace and pushed my hand down to my clit, wanting me to pleasure myself, and then his mouth sought out my rock-hard nipples, and I felt his teeth bite them hard.

"Fuck I'm going to cum. Give it to me, fuck me harder," I cried.

My body arched up under him. I flung my head back and let out a wail that was probably heard down at the dirt track. Swamped with my own needs, I barely felt DJ tense up. But when he cried out in triumph, his body went rigid, and I felt his shaft pump globs of his seed deep inside me.

It was as good an orgasm as I have ever had, and when he finally rolled to my side, I told him so.

"That was the best I have had as well. God! How am I going to live without you? When are you leaving Vegas?"

"I think I have to be packed by 5:00 tomorrow evening, and we will drive to LA with all the company staff on a bus. But I'd like you to take me out dancing tonight if yesterday's offer still stands,"

"Sure does, little Lady. They have a dine and dance at the Casino where Kurt works. It is top-notch. I'll need to take you back to the Hotel and get you some dancing clothes, though, as you won't get into the dine and dance dressed in jeans."

The thought of dancing sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I loved to dance, one thing that Ray and I did not have in common. But my delight was followed by realising what I had just done. I'd been unfaithful to Ray. Something I had known for sure that I would never do. My brow must have furrowed, and the concern shown on my face as DJ's face showed concern as well.

"You are having second thoughts?"

"No, just a wash of guilt flooded my mind. I love Ray, and we have a perfect life together. Also, I have two brilliant children, and it might sound ridiculous my lying here next to you, but I would never do anything that would cause hurt to my children. So much against my better judgement, I'll give you today and tonight and will try not to mention nor think of my husband till I see him later tonight."

DJ kissed me, said he was okay with that, and that we should get dressed so someone else could shower. Most of the gang was up around the pool when we emerged. Tiny Tex was working at a massive barbecue stacked with ribs and steaks. The two girls I had seen him with earlier brought salads and savoury foods from the house. I saw that several people were already in the pool and that some of the women were topless. I told DJ that I wished I had my bikini with me, as it was getting hot.

"Hell, that's no problem. I'm certain there will be plenty of extra bikinis in the house." And he wandered over to talk with Tex. Soon he returned with one of Tex's girls and told me to go with her and see if something fit.

As I turned to leave, Kurt arrived. He embraced me and whispered in my ear, "That lucky bastard has seduced you. I wish it had been me."

I tried to mutter a denial, but he waved my protestation aside, "Lady, it's written all over your face. You look satisfied and well fucked, don't even try to deny it."

Beat-red, at his explicit language, I followed the young Lady into the house to find a pretty bikini that fit. She asked me if I was sleeping with Kurt in the middle of trying the bikinis.

"No!" I hastily gasped out, "Why would you ask that? I'm here with DJ."

"Oh, most of the women here would like to bed Kurt. He's slept with my friend; she says he's the best fuck she's ever had."

I expect she hoped I would put in a good word for her with Kurt. But once I picked out a bikini, I returned to the boys. We spent the afternoon eating ribs, drinking, swimming in the pool, and listening to music. Kurt was very attentive and a bit touchy-feely. I mentioned to DJ that I was surprised he was not jealous.

"Hell girl, he's my best mate. I'm flattered he likes you as he has not approved of all my girlfriends. He won't take it any further without my approval."

His reply put me on edge for a second as I pondered if this meant he would try and share me. But I let it go. No use ruining our day together over something I would never let happen, no matter his intentions.

Around 3:30, I told DJ that he had better get me back to the Hotel so I could get some clothes for the evening. I knew Ray would be coming home to change for his evening out at around 5:30, and I did not want to cross paths. If Kurt could see that I had bonked DJ, then Ray would surely see any change in me. When I got home after the dancing and Ray had a few drinks in him, I'd take my chances that he wouldn’t notice then.

We left the track around 4:15 and drove to DJ's apartment first to drop off the bikes. DJ invited me in, but I said we should get to the Hotel first, as I knew if I went inside with him, I'd not be able to say no, and that would eat up time and cut into the window I had to get in and out of our room.

When we got to the Luxor, DJ wanted to come up to the room with me, but I told him no, it was far too dangerous. Also, I felt it would be crossing an enormous no-go line for me, too much like having it off in my marital bed.

I had brought a couple of dresses with me for any of the work functions. I chose the V-neck soft chiffon number, it was Sage green, and the light pastel green would pair well with DJ's dark skin. The skirt flared from the waistline and layered just above my knees. I also grabbed a change of underwear and some high-heeled shoes. Then, slipping everything into a beach bag and adding my makeup bag, I hurried back to the car.

Back at DJ's, we hardly got through the door before he had me in his arms, kissing and licking my neck and ears and had a hand unbuttoning my blouse. It wasn't long before he was teasing my erect nipples and snaking a hand down into my jeans. Thank god I had brought some spare underwear. I was utterly soaked. I was so wet I looked down to check it hadn't seeped through my jeans.

My entire body tensed when his hand touched my clit. Intense waves of pleasure washed over me, and I arched my back and moaned, "Ahhhh Yessss."

"Holy fuck," I panted breathlessly, "I'm going to come if you keep that up."

“Good."

I pulled away from him, grabbed his hand and led him into what I assumed would be the bedroom. I had guessed right and pushed him onto his back on the large king-sized bed.

"Now it's my turn." I slipped between his muscly legs and grabbed his hard dick with both hands. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, I slowly ran my tongue up the length of his enormous dick.

He moaned and grinned back at me. I held his gaze and then took the tip of his dick into my mouth. It was so thick that my lips were stretched thin, and I struggled to take more than two inches into my mouth. I sucked hard, tasting his salty pre-cum as I stroked his shaft and played with his balls.

I had to wonder how I had accommodated him earlier. He was a hell of a lot bigger than Ray, almost as thick as my hairspray can. I sucked, licked and kissed his massive cock until my jaw hurt.

Seeing my discomfort, DJ rolled me over onto my back and lowered his lips to my demanding cunt. He pushed two fingers inside me and began to lick and suck on my clit. I reached down and cupped his head in my hands. In seconds I was ready to cum, and I cried out as my body shook with pleasure. He continued to lick my clit until my climax ended, and I guided him away from my oversensitive nub.

"Come here, DJ. I need you now." And I guided him on top of me and tensed when I felt his cock brush against my engorged quim. I wanted him badly, even though his size terrified me.

"I'll be gentle. I promise. You let me know if it hurts." He lowered his soft lips to mine and kissed me so tenderly it took my breath away.

We kissed for several moments before he reached between us and rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my drooling slit. I felt him getting his cock slick in my juices and moaning loudly. I tensed as he started slowly feeding it in.

"Please," I panted wantonly, squirming around under him.

I needed him so badly. I clawed at his back and begged him with my eyes. His hips eased forward, and I felt his fearful knob sink deeper into my ravenous sex. It split my labia and stretched my pussy wide. I felt him sink fully inside me, and I moaned so loud I startled myself. It felt good. Stuffed full, I moaned aloud as he slowly eased out and back in again.

He kissed me again, I became more wanton, and I arched my back to take him deeper. I was wet, so wet. I looked into his gorgeous, caring eyes. He grew hotter and more attractive by the minute, and I grinned like a young teenager having her first good sex.

"Deeper," I demanded. If there had been pain, it had disappeared now.

And he responded by thrusting hard against my lions and asking if I was okay.

"I'm fantastic," I blurted out. "Fuck me hard."

DJ started to thrust with some force then. Each time he hit bottom, he would grind his mound down onto my clit. I panted and moaned, driving myself up to meet every thrust. His pace quickened, and my breathing laboured. I could feel another climax beginning to build. He thrust deep and gyrated his hips, hitting spots in ways I'd never felt before.

He saw I was close, and he lifted, grabbed my hips and pulled my butt off the bed so he could thrust his knob at my G-spot. This did the trick; my legs started to quiver. My toes curled, and I cried out as my body tensed and released over and over. I came so hard. my eyes rolled back, and I lost consciousness for a bit. Then I started to giggle. I couldn't believe I had cum like that, and I wanted more. I reached up and pulled him down into another kiss. I loved kissing this big black bastard.

"Wow," I sighed as we broke apart, “That was better than this afternoon's orgasm.”

DJ grinned. "Do you wanna try being on top?"

"I do," I giggled. "you did say you knew a hundred positions."

He laid back, and I knelt astride him, reached down and guided his cock to my eager cunt. I sighed as I enveloped all of his big, delicious cock. Then began to rock fore and aft, savouring every inch of his manhood as I gazed down at him. I rocked faster and faster until I came again, soaking him with my juices.

"Doggy style?" DJ grinned at me, and I nodded eagerly.

He helped me onto all fours, then kneeled behind me with his slippery dick in his hand. He fed the length of his dick into me, then took hold of my hips. He moved fluidly, with long, languid strokes at first, letting my body adjust to his size. Then he went faster and reached under me to pinch my nipples. I started to moan again; he was hitting spots I didn't know existed, and I began to cum again and again. Closing my eyes, I let the waves of pleasure wash over me, and as each orgasm subsided, another began.

Too soon, I felt his shaft start to pulse.

"I should have asked earlier if you were on the pill?" He muttered.

"Cum for me, DJ, " I'm on the pill, but I would want you in me even if I weren't. And I writhed my arse back onto him, trying to milk the cum from his balls.

He thrust deep, held himself rigid, and erupted inside me. He sounded like a wild animal as he came, then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied.

I rolled onto my side and draped my leg across his body, trapping him as I leaned in for a kiss. Kissing tenderly, I caressed his body and basked in my post-sex euphoria. I could feel his spunk oozing from my now abused cunt, down over his leg and onto his bedspread.

We must have lain there for half an hour, saying little more than how good our sex had been.

Then we heard someone opening the front door and entering the lounge. I scrambled to cover myself with the bedspread as Kurt stepped into the bedroom.

“Dam, you guys look buggered. Are you sure you want to go out tonight? I’ve booked us a table for 7:00, so you had better get a move on, as you only have forty minutes.

DJ climbed out of bed, and I watched his cute butt as he walked to the bathroom. I motioned to Kurt to leave the room so I could shower. But He just sat on the end of the bed.

“I want to see your body; I’m not going anywhere.”

And as I went to object, he just motioned for me to calm down, “I’ve seen hundreds of naked women, so you won’t shock me. Just go. Give me a thrill.”

Again, I went to object. Then thought, what the hell, he’s right; I can’t really be modest after what I have just done with DJ. And I dropped the bedspread away from my tits, gave them a wiggle at him, then leapt from the bed and escaped into the bathroom.