My husband surprised me by taking me to dinner and a concert by a new group I’d been crazy about since I heard one of their first tunes on the radio —

meaning it was before I discovered that the lead singer was an intoxicatingly handsome young black man with shoulder-length dreadlocks.

On the return home, from the moment we got in the limo Marvin had a tiger on his hands. Before we were out of the parking area I had his pants undone and his cock down my throat. But blowing him wasn’t enough, so soon I was on my back, slacks and panties dangling on an ankle while he hosed me to kingdom come. By the time we reached home we were more or less presentable, but we got knowing looks from the driver.

For several weeks my naturally high sex drive was even higher. Then one night I had a dream that my dream man — I’ll call him DM — was fucking the shit out of me. When I woke, I was a mess. I tried to slip out of bed to shower, but as soon as I moved, Marvin was telling me how I’d carried on while dreaming — jerking his cock and begging for “your big black cock.” He said he was fine with it, that we all have fantasies. Besides, in the role of DM, he’d gotten a hell of a ride!

A few weeks later Marvin handed me a packet that contained a brochure and a ticket for one for a seven-day adults-only cruise — with nightly entertainment, he pointed out, by DM’s group.

I said, “What’s all this?”

He said, “When I saw the cruise announcement, I knew I had to do this. I know you’ll enjoy the music. And you’ll get to be on a boat for a week with your dream boy DM. I bet in that time you can bag him. I’m literally betting. If you come back and can tell me about your sexcapades, there’s something big in it for you, something I know you want.”

I couldn’t believe it. We never talk about shit like this. Marvin knows I sometimes “get a little on the side,” and I assume he does too, but we don’t talk about it. Seeing me puzzled, he said, “It was that night you had that dream. I never saw you like that, so enflamed sexually.”

“This is crazy, honey,” I said. “I’m supposed to be like a big game hunter?” But I couldn’t help asking, “What do I get if I win?”

“You know that ragtop sports car you’ve been saying you want for our anniversary?” I nodded. “You bag DM and it’s yours.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well,” he said, “realistically, I don’t think we can budget a new car for you for about three years.”

“Okay, it’s a deal,” I said.

“Just to be clear,” he said, “I’m giving you a free pass for sex with DM, but not for anybody else. So for seven days it’s DM or nobody.”

In bed that night I blew him, then fucked him, then gave up my ass to him for the first time in over a year.

Naturally the nature of my mission made it important to shop for the right stuff for seducing DM. The sexiest lingerie I could find. Seven cocktail dresses that showed off my 34C-21-32 body without being too slutty. Plus dayware: revealing shorts and tops, and half a dozen bikinis so minimal that I had to trim a little of my bush.

And then it was departure day. I had a layover in Miami, where I was tempted by a charming young man I met in the lounge, and thought maybe it wouldn’t count as I wasn’t aboard the ship yet, but I knew that was iffy.

The next morning I settled into a spacious cabin on the upper deck, with a balcony overlooking one of the pools. I poured a glass of wine and sat on the balcony to watch the shore disappear. Imagine my surprise to spot my dream man lying by the pool not more than 60 feet from where I sat. With over 3500 people on board, I decided I better not miss a chance to introduce myself.

I slipped on a bikini and a cover-up, then made my way to the pool where I ordered a margarita, then lay out on a lounge across from DM. I noticed that most of the ladies were topless, so off came my tiny top, revealing my full but firm breasts. My boobs caught the eye of all the men, including DM.

Being fair-skinned, even with the strongest sun block I can only lie in the sun for half an hour. I did my back first then rolled over to display my tempting boobs. I knew I was 12 years older than DM, but most young men have an eye for an older woman. In fact, I had to quietly brush off a bunch of them who hit on me.

When I sat up to put my cover-up on and gather my things, DM approached and, after introducing himself, said, “I’d like to tell you I think you’re a very attractive woman.” As I reached to shake his extended hand, my cover-up opened, fully exposing my left breast. I almost didn’t realize because my eyes were riveted to the bulge in his swimsuit.

When I realized, I quickly covered myself by saying, “Sorry about that.”

He replied, “Not to worry. You’re beautiful.”

I said I was flattered. He asked if my husband and I were coming to his show that night, and I explained that I was traveling without my husband, and said I might well check out the show. He said he’d be watching for me. I went back to my cabin bubbling with excitement.

I went to the show that night and the next two, making sure DM saw me. I also managed to bump into him each day. The third night a young man delivered a handwritten note from DM asking me to join him after the show for a drink.

While we were sipping our second drink, he leaned over and kissed me tenderly, then said, looking in my eyes, “If you weren’t married, I’d do my best to get you in bed.”

I kissed him, then said, “Why not forget I’m married?” Soon we were entering my cabin hand in hand and embracing. He started to undress me in the lamplight, stepping back to look at me after helping me out of my dress. I was glad I’d bought the lacy yellow push-up bra, which supported my breasts while offering them almost like they were on a platter. DM fondled them, sending tingles through me.

He released my bra hooks and said, “Now that’s fine.” I lay down and peeled off my wet undies and watched him strip, exposing a mighty fine slab of cockflesh. I crooked my finger at him to join me and he lay pressing his warm body to mine and embraced me. I told him how I’d dreamed of being with him, and could scarcely believe it was happening.

“Believe it,” he said as we nuzzled each other’s most intimate body parts. I was totally into his lovely cock, kissing and licking every inch of it, and his big black nut sac as well. I sucked gently on each ball. He spent considerable time adoring my lust-swollen tits and aching nipples, then kissed his way down to my love center. He began licking the full length of my ragged lips, slowly circling the swollen nubbin of my clit each time he reached it.

My body was wracked with lust, and eventually I had a nice tingly climax, but I was becoming concerned because DM’s lovely cock wasn’t getting hard, no matter what I tried, and I’ve got an arsenal of cocksucking tricks. Then, suddenly, still without getting hard, his cock was filling my mouth with his cream. I continued to nurse on his cock, milking every drop he produced and swallowing it all.

I moved up to cuddle under his arm, and when he started snoring realized he had already fallen asleep! It was sunrise when I woke up to find DM looking at me intently while pressing his erection against my thigh.

I whispered, “Good morning, handsome. I can’t wait to have your beautiful cock fucking me. I just love morning sex.”

His hand slid down to cup my already-wet cunt, and I curled my hand around his steel shaft, and while it was good-sized, I knew it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

I rolled onto my back and urged DM to mount me and enter me but to go slowly because that was so much cock he was wielding. He spent over five minutes burying himself in me, then gave me several minutes to adapt to him. When he started to thrust, it was gentle but insistent, and I reached climax in maybe two minutes. I expected him to explode, but he was just getting started.

He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and  penetrated me fully, filling me in a way no one had ever done before. He continued thrusting slowly and gracefully, continually stimulating my clit and G-spot, and he soon had me edging toward another climax, pushing me over the edge as he filled me with his warm cream.

Afterward, he held me in his strong arms and fondled my breasts while we talked. He apologized for not being able to perform the previous night, explaining that he had taken a drug his manager encouraged him to take before shows to help him stay calm, especially when the manager noticed him taking an interest in a woman frequenting his shows. He said this was the last time he took that stuff!

It wasn’t long before his black snake came back to life for round two which was as lovely as the first. We didn’t get out of bed until two in the afternoon, when we showered and went to get some much-needed nourishment. His manager found us while we were eating. He took DM aside and chastised him for becoming involved with a fan. DM told him to stay out of his personal life or he was fired.

We went to his cabin, had sex, then napped and had sex again before he had to go onstage that evening. I watched the show with jism-soaked panties. When DM’s manager came up to me and said he’d make it worth my while if I “stayed the hell away from DM,” I told him to go fuck himself. When I told DM, he fired the guy! We screwed the rest of the time we were on board.

When I got home, the new car was sitting in the garage. I kissed Barnaby and asked how he knew. He said, “Oh, once you set your sights on a guy, he’s done for.”