On the morning of my birthday, I woke to the warm, inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Damian standing in the doorway, a tray carefully balanced in his hands as he walked towards me.

"Happy birthday, babe," he murmured, his voice low and warm as he placed the tray down on the bed.

"Oh, thanks, honey," I replied, with a lazy smile spreading across my face.

"Twenty-four huh? Are you excited?" he asked, with smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Excited for what?" I replied, pretending to be clueless, though curiosity buzzed through me. His smirk deepened as he leaned in closer.

"Your presents," he whispered.

"Ooooh," I teased back, my smile growing as I sank deeper into the pillows. My eyes stayed locked on his, the air between us crackling with anticipation. "I can't wait.”

He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a card and a small, neatly wrapped package. He handed them to me with a soft smile.

"Thank you," I said quietly, leaning in to kiss him.

I opened the card first, my eyes scanning the handwritten words inside. Each line was tender and heartfelt, filled with love that made my chest tighten. A soft warmth spread through me as I looked up at him. "Thanks, honey," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace.

"Now open the present," he urged gently, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

"Okay, okay!" I said, my fingers trembling slightly as I tore away the wrapping paper. Beneath it was a small velvet jewellery box.

"Go on," he said, his smile growing wider as he watched me.

I lifted the lid slowly, and there it was, an eternity ring. The gold band glowed in the morning light, its tiny diamonds sparkling like stars.

"Wow," I breathed, barely able to find my voice. "It's beautiful."

"For a beautiful woman," he said softly, his eyes locking with mine.

"Now, your next present," he said, his voice brimming with excitement as he handed me a soft, neatly wrapped parcel.

Curiosity sparked inside me as I tore into the wrapping. Inside was a pink dress, folded with care. "I thought you might like to wear this tonight," he said casually, though the eager glint in his eyes gave him away.

I unfolded the dress and held it up. It was a very short rose pink skater style dress which flared at the bottom. The fabric felt smooth and luxurious between my fingers.

"Oh wow," I said, my eyebrows lifting in surprise. "This is... short. Don’t you think it’s a little daring?"

"Daring?" he repeated with a grin. "It’s sexy as hell. You’ll look incredible in it."

It wasn’t something I would have picked for myself, but I couldn’t deny how much thought he’d put into it. I ran my fingers over the fabric again, feeling both nervous and intrigued.

"Well," I said with a small smile, "It’s beautiful, thanks babe."

I held the dress against me as I got up from the bed, glancing at myself in the mirror across the room. It wasn’t my usual style, but I had to admit, it was pretty sexy.

"One last gift," Damian murmured, pressing a crisp envelope into my palm. I opened it and read the card inside - Two nights at a luxury spa resort.

"Wow a spa huh? I love spa days. Thanks babe," I breathed, lips brushing his stubbled jaw as my arms encircled his neck.

His hands slid down my back, fingertips tracing the dip of my spine. "Thought we needed...uninterrupted time," he said with a smile on his face.

"Pack that sexy bikini," he growled between nips at my collarbone. "The one that makes your arse look like sin dipped in honey."

Laughter bubbled up as my nails raked through his chest hair. "Haha, where did you get that line from? So you're gonna fuck me in the jacuzzi huh?" I replied, my wandering hand dipping lower to his crotch. "However we do have...what? Three hours?"

His choked gasp when I squeezed him sent triumph coursing through me. I led him to the shower and stripped off my silk nightie. 

Steam filled the bathroom as the water roared to life, misting the mirror and blurring the edges of reality. I stepped out of my nightie and panties, letting them fall to the floor in a careless heap. Damian’s eyes locked on me, dark and hungry, his gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, as he followed me into the shower.

I turned to face him, a teasing smile tugging at my lips as I swayed my hips just enough to make his jaw tighten. “Well? Are you just going to stand there and stare?”

As usual, he didn't last long before he came and I was left frustrated as always.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he said as we stepped out if the shower. 

I smiled back at him. “So you like this new me, huh?” I replied, wrapping a towel around myself and glancing at him over my shoulder.

“Fuck yeah. Just not sure I can keep up,” he said, his eyes roaming over me.

That was very true, I thought. Fuck I was horny lately. Normally i would fake it and when he leaves for work, I could finish myself off without him knowing, but there was no chance on that morning. I'd just have to wait, even though I was a little frustrated.

The morning passed in a blur. After a leisurely breakfast, we packed the car and set off for our weekend getaway. 

As we parked up and walked towards the hotel, it looked luxurious. The building was made of cream stone with arched windows, and a fountain sparkling in the courtyard. 

Inside, the huge lobby, marble floors gleamed, plush sofas invited relaxation, and a grand staircase spiralled upward.

As we got to our room and opened the door, i couldn’t believe the size of the suite. There was a lounge area with plush cream sofas and a glass coffee table. On the wall was a huge TV screen and there was even a fully stocked private bar with a counter lined with high stools.

The main bedroom had a huge king-sized bed.  A wall of windows offered stunning views, while a discreet door led to the walk-in closet and spa-like bathroom.

There was also a separate door which led to a smaller bedroom and the suite was obviously for guests or family. 

Every detail whispered exclusivity, This wasn’t just a room, it was an experience.

My breath caught as I gathered my thoughts. “Oh my!!” There was even a bottle of champagne chilling on the counter in an ice bucket. I spun to face him, grinning. “How did you….this must’ve cost a fortune?”

Damian smirked, tugging me close. “I pulled a few favours with a friend.” He kissed my temple. “Happy birthday baby.”

I laughed, dizzy with gratitude. “Best. Husband. Ever.”

Damian walked over to the champagne and he popped the cork with a satisfying pop, and the bubbly fizzed over, spilling slightly as he poured two glasses.

“Cheers to our weekend,” I said, clinking my glass against his. The crisp taste danced on my tongue as I took a sip, feeling the bubbles tickle me from within.

“Happy birthday baby,” he replied, his gaze intense as it locked onto mine.

We chilled out for a bit and appreciated the accommodation and after finishing our first bottle, Damian grabbed another from the fridge, which we also devoured. By this point I was tipsy and it was only 2pm. 

"Fancy a swim?” Damian asked, his eyes already alight with anticipation.

“Fuck babe. I'm tipsy and you want to go swimming? As long as you save me when I start drowning,” I replied, half-laughing, half-serious.

He chuckled, clearly unfazed by my tipsiness. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Just think of how refreshing it’ll be. Besides, I wanna see you in that bikini again! It’s your birthday! Let’s live a little!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.

With a playful roll of my eyes, I relented. “Alright, but if I start going under, you better be ready to dive in after me!”

He laughed and we grabbed our stuff before making our way to the indoor pool.

Before we entered the changing room, Damian stopped.  

"You go ahead. I just need to take care of something real quick."

I frowned. "What kind of something?"

"Trust me." He winked before disappearing down the hallway, and I entered the changing room.

I was a little puzzled as I knew he was up to something but I carried on. In the changing room, only one locker was taken. Good, I thought, swaying slightly from the champagne buzzing in my veins. Fewer people meant fewer eyes on me, especially in this skimpy bikini. I sat there for a while reading and replying to all my birthday messages before stepping out into the pool area. 

It was deserted. Just Damian, relaxing in the pool with his arms draped over the edges. "About time!! Come on, babe! The water’s perfect, it’s so warm!”

I dipped a toe in, then sank into the pool, until I was submerged. Damian closed the distance in seconds, hands finding my hips like magnets. His kiss was hungry, his body hard against mine.

"Fuck," he growled, fingers biting into my skin. "This bikini should be illegal."

A shiver ran through me, not just from his touch, but from the way his eyes darkened when I murmured, "I can’t believe there’s nobody here!"

"Yeah, great, isn’t it? We can get up to all sorts,” he replied, his cheeks flushed and his grip tightening around my waist

"Oh really?” I replied, liking the idea of being mischievous in a public place.

"Come on, I'll race you to the other side," Damian said, as he set off before I could question him further.

"You're on!" The champagne made my limbs heavy, but muscle memory took over as I pushed off the tiled edge. When my fingers hit the far wall, I surfaced with a gasp and burst out laughing. Damian was still halfway across, swimming with exaggerated slowness.

"Looks like I win!" I sniggered, hoisting myself onto the ledge. Water streamed down my back as I watched him finally reach me, his chest heaving with pretend exhaustion.

"You're so competitive," he panted, but his eyes sparkled as they traced the way my bikini clung to my curves.

"Yeah, and you love it," I replied and flicked water at him with my foot.

I looked over and saw the vacant jacuzzi which was bubbling invitingly nearby. "Let's get in," I suggested, suddenly needing to move.

We sank into the swirling heat, the jets pulsing against my lower back. Damian sighed dramatically as he stretched out, eyes drifting shut. "This is the life."

"Mmm." I let my head fall back, watching steam curl toward the ceiling. The champagne warmth in my veins merged with the water's heat until I couldn't tell where my body ended and the warmth began.

Five minutes of quiet passed, broken only by the gurgle of jets. When I turned my head, Damian's breathing had deepened into sleep, his face strangely peaceful. Too peaceful, as it looked like he’d fallen asleep.

The door from the changing rooms clattered open, disturbing the peacefulness. A hotel employee stepped out with dark hair and a sharp jawline, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. His eyes flicked toward the jacuzzi before he quickly looked away. He did this a few times before I felt Damian’s lips brushing my ear, his sudden whisper making me jump. "Looks like you have an admirer."

"Huh?" I twisted to face him. When had he woken up? His gaze was alert now, tracking the worker with unsettling focus.

"He keeps glancing over, and I bet he’s not looking at me," Damian whispered, with a smirk on his face.

I looked down, heat flooding my cheeks. "You’re imagining things."

"Stand up," he goaded. "Let him get a proper look at what he can’t have." His hand slid possessively up my thigh under the water.

"Damian!" I shoved his shoulder, genuinely startled. 

"What?" He widened his eyes in mock innocence, but his grip tightened. "Just having fun."

"Your version of fun needs boundaries," I hissed.

"Oh, come on." He nipped at my earlobe. "You wore that bikini knowing exactly what it does to me, to anyone with a pulse. You said yourself you wanted to fuck in the jacuzzi."

I had no response. He had left me frustrated that morning but i wasn't about to give anyone a show.

Damian exhaled sharply, then captured my lips in a slow, penitent kiss. "Sorry," he murmured against my mouth. "Forgive me?"

The worker disappeared into the supply closet. I exhaled. "Always." But as I settled back against Damian’s chest, I noticed his eyes were still fixed on the door, calculating, not jealous.

His mouth crashed into mine, hotter this time, tongue claiming me with a possessiveness that made me groan. I was slightly embarrassed, as I imagined the dark-haired worker watching. The thought sent a jolt straight to my core.

"Happy birthday, baby," Damian growled against my lips. His palm slid higher up my thigh, fingertips brushing the edge of my bikini bottoms. 

When we broke apart, his hand stayed and my gaze flicked toward the pool deck. The worker was looking now, his stare lingering just a beat too long before he started mopping the floor.

"Told you," Damian purred, tracing idle circles on my thigh. "Poor bastard’s about to break his neck trying not to stare."

I turned my face away, but my traitorous body pulsed with need, my clit throbbing in time with the jacuzzi jets. 

Damian’s breath hit my ear, rough and knowing. "Christ, you’re fucking irresistible when you’re horny." His teeth grazed my earlobe. "Wonder if he can tell."

Every nerve in my body was alight, thrumming with the dangerous cocktail of champagne and arousal in my veins, the stranger’s stolen glances, and Damian’s fingers inching higher beneath the churning water. His thumb brushed the edge of my bikini bottoms, and my thighs clenched reflexively.

"Damian!!" My protest came out a breathy whimper, fingers digging into his wrist. Not stopping him. Not really.

Damian leaned close, his stubble scraping my ear as he whispered, "Go on, I dare you to stand up and let him see what that flimsy fabric barely covers." His hand pressed into the heat between my legs, his fingertips brushing my mound through the material and I gasped.

My mind reeled. How had we gone from a quiet, relaxing time in the jacuzzi to a game of chicken that left me wet and trembling and not entirely opposed to Damian's suggestion?

I was sure the worker was watching, but it didn't feel as wrong as it should. Instead, a forbidden thrill sparked low in my belly, mixing with the champagne haze, and the intoxicating way Damian's touch set me alight.

"Well, we need to get up now anyway," Damian murmured. "I've booked a massage for you."

"What? How? When did you do that?" I asked, a little disappointed that his fingers had now withdrawn from between my legs

"While you were changing," he said. "Come on, it's your birthday and I wanted you to have a special treat."

He stood and helped me out of the jacuzzi, and a flush crept over my skin as I realised the young worker was staring at us, at me. His eyes tracked my every movement, and when they drifted to my tits, I felt a flicker of self-consciousness.

We started walking and Damian wrapped his arm around my shoulders and leaned into my ear and whispered, "I think he's got a good view now," which sent a shiver down my spine.

"Damian!" I exclaimed but secretly, the thrill was turning me on more than I'd ever admit.

As we walked passed him, I saw his eyes drop down to my chest again and it made my heart rate quicken.

"Hi," I said as I walked past him, not being able to help myself.

"Oh, erm...hi." he stuttered, his cheeks reddening as he nearly slipped on the wet floor.

Damian and I both started sniggering, and the worker quickly went back to work, avoiding eye contact.

"Haha, did you see how flustered he got?" he said, laughing.

I looked back over my shoulder, catching the stranger ogling the sway of my hips as we moved. His eyes widened as he met my stare. I gave him a cute smile before we disappeared into the changing rooms.

That little show had made me even more aroused, but I knew the massage would soon relax me again. I put my dress back on over my bikini and met Damian outside the changing rooms.

"Ready for your massage? You're gonna love it. It's from one of the best masseuses in town apparently."

"Oh wow, really? That sounds amazing!" I replied, genuinely excited at the thought of a relaxing massage.

We walked to the spa reception, but there was nobody there.

"Is it open?" I asked, looking around.

"Yeah, it's OK, I sorted it before. They said to go straight through."

"Really?"

"Yeah don't worry, it's fine."

We walked through the door which led to a large open-plan massage suite, where the room was dimmed with soft lighting and the air was scented with incense. There was a massage table in the middle of the room and candles and lamps around the room.

"There's only one table here," I pointed out. "Are we both not having a massage?"

"Oh, well....I was kinda hoping I could go and watch the football, it's a really important game. You don't mind, do you, babe?" Damian pleaded, giving me a hopeful look.

I was a little disappointed but decided not to argue. "Oh OK, Yeah, I guess."

"Why don't you lie down and I'll go see if I can find anyone," Damian suggested, gesturing to the table.

"Oh erm, sure, yeah."

Damian left and I didn't know the etiquette,e so i took off my dress and lay down on the table with my bikini on. There was a hole near the top of the massage table for your face so that you could rest your head, so i did just that and listened to the music while I waited.

I heard the door open and close a few minutes later along with a locking sound and the scent of incense and sandalwood wafted over me.

"Hi, my name Malik," a male voice said.

I was a little surprised that it wasn't a female masseuse. "Hi, erm, hi, yeah, I'm Jane," I replied, my head still resting in the hole on the table.

"I give you amazing massage today," Malik said in broken English. "Relax and enjoy."

"OK thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

I felt a towel drape over my backside, covering me.

"This in way," he said and I felt him tug both bikini ties on my neck and back. My heart pounded as I felt the straps loosen beside me.

"Relax. All tension go soon."

"OK," I replied, guessing this was all normal. I mean how could you have a massage with your bikini top on?

I then felt his oily hands slide onto my shoulders and he started rubbing them, slowly and firmly, and he used the palm of his hand and his knuckles and fingertips.

The moment his hands made contact, my breath hitched. His palms were hot against my skin, pressing with a confident strength that melted my muscles instantly. Thumbs dug into the knots along my shoulders, working downward in slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement sent waves of heat radiating through me.

"Relax," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body.

Memories of Eli flashed before me, his commanding tone, the way his touch had set my nerves alight. A familiar warmth pooled between my thighs as Malik's hands slid lower, pausing just above the curve of my backside. His fingers worked magic on the small of my back, circling then retreating back up.

He moved onto my legs and when his hands slid down my thighs, I couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped.

"Mmm..."

"Yes? Good?" His voice was thick, his accent lilting and teasing.

"Oh God, yes," I breathed, arching slightly into his touch. The air smelled of warm coconut oil and something darker, more primal. His fingers kneaded higher up my thighs with each pass, the boundaries of professionalism blurring with every intoxicating stroke.

His hands moved with deliberate purpose up my thighs, oil-slick fingers kneading flesh just shy of my bikini bottoms.

For some reason, I imagined it was Eli massaging me and my mind cast back to when we were in the garden. I could picture his black hands moving all over me, oiled and slick and hot, making me so wet and it wasn’t just my imagination either. Even though my bikini bottoms were slightly damp from the jacuzzi, I could feel a warm, sticky heat growing there now.

Malik's thumbs edged dangerously close to the juncture of my thighs pushing the towel further up, his strong fingers digging into the muscle. I bit back a moan as the sensation sent electric pulses through my core, making my clit ache with need.

"Feel good?" Malik murmured, as he worked his magic on my body.

"Mmm...yes."

He worked his way back up, fingers digging into my skin as he reached my shoulders. My entire body was liquid, molten, my mind drunk on the heady scent of the room.

His hands slid over my shoulders, his touch feather-light, teasing. One hand trailed slowly, deliberately, down the valley of my spine, and the other slid upward.

"Turn over!" He commanded.

It took me a second to register what he said.

"Sorry, erm, what?" I replied, startled.

"Turn over."

"Oh, erm, but erm...my bikini, erm, it's kinda undone. Do I need to turn over?"

"Yes. No problem. Just cover with towel," he said, like it was no big deal and handed me a towel.

"Oh, erm, OK," I replied, a little uncertainly.

I did as he said, and held the towel against my chest and turned over. That's when I saw him for the first time.

My mouth opened in shock. Malik was a huge black guy with long dreadlocks. He was extremely well built and reminded me of a younger Eli. He was wearing a tight white polo shirt and dark shorts, and the shirt hugged his biceps, showing off his strong arms.

I felt myself blush as our eyes locked, his gaze dropping to the towel covering me.

"Relax," he instructed.

I lay back down on the table a little apprehensively, and he adjusted the towels, one over my chest and one over my waist.

He then walked away and grabbed something. he then placed a small hot towel over my eyes.

"Just relax, enjoy," he said.

My head swam with thoughts and images. This guy was huge and I was lying on my back practically naked in front of him. However I couldn't deny the effect he was having on me, especially now I'd seen him.

The oil warmed instantly against my skin as Malik’s hands began their ascent on my legs, slow, deliberate strokes up my calves, each knead sending sparks through my nerves. His fingers dug into the hollow behind my knee, and my breath hitched.

He lingered there, thumbs stroking circles into the tender skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. When his hands began their journey up my thighs, I fought the urge to clench.

As Malik's thumbs drew higher, brushing the edge of the towel draped over my hips, I stifled a groan when I felt his thumbs dip into the sensitive spot on the inside of my thigh. My legs parted slightly and he must have thought that was an invitation, as his fingers stayed there, his thumbs circling with increasing pressure.

My pulse hammered in my ears, the heady blend of the room and his touch threatening to drown me. Shame warred with hunger. One more inch, and I’d let him. One more inch, and my wedding band would mean nothing. He’s a professional, I reminded myself. This is a five-star spa resort. He wouldn’t, would he??!!

His hands abandoned my legs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I resisted grabbing his hands and dragging them back to the place where they left me burning, aching.

I heard him move behind me and his fingers landed on my neck, slick and warm. They circled slowly, deliberately, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. My head lolled forward, granting him easier access, and I gasped as his thumbs brushed the nape of my neck.

He lingered there, pressing into the taut muscle, drawing a soft moan from me. I was a boneless mass beneath him, liquid, molten, desperate for more.

He was thorough, finding every knot, coaxing each one loose with the deft expertise of his fingers. I could no longer tell where one stroke ended and the next began, everything blending into one glorious haze.

His hands moved to the top of my chest, as he began kneading the tender flesh. His thumbs stroked just below my collarbones and when his fingertips brushed the top of my tits, my nipples peaked against the towel.

Then his palms slid down my arms, tracing the path of the tendons and muscles, and his thumbs stroked the creases of my elbows. His hands met mine, and he lifted each one and placed them behind my head.

"Relax," he ordered.

My breath came in short, shallow pants, and my blood raced, hot and quick. The air was thick with incense, and I could barely breathe, my lungs constricting with every exhale.

The room fell quiet, except for the soft whirr of the overhead fan and the distant sound of chatter from outside. I heard him pour more oil into his hands.

He returned to my exposed sides which made me gasp, the oil-slick heat of his touch electrifying. His thumbs brushed the sides of my breasts under the towel, and my nipples hardened even more.

I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the slight tremble in his fingertips. He continued down my waist, thumbs tracing the contours of my ribs. My head spun, my blood roaring in my ears.

As his hands moved back to my sides, his thumbs brushed the sides of my breasts again, I was trying so hard to ignore the throbbing ache between my thighs.

"Mmm...."

I arched slightly into his touch, hoping, needing more. I couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything except the heat building at the base of my spine, the throb pulsing in my core.

"Your husband, Damian... he say birthday, yes?" Malik said out loud, his thumbs now pressing circles into my shoulder blades.

"Y-yes," I replied, a little surprised by his outburst.

"He say... massage gift?" His palms slid down my spine underneath me. "Special one?"

I could barely form words, the pressure building within me.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Husband say give... extra special massage, OK?" I could feel his breath above me as his hands massaged my chest again, his fingers brushing the sides of my breasts.

I was so lost in the moment, I just groaned, "Mmm."

Then, without warning, his calloused palms moved under the towel and claimed my tits, squeezing them hard.

I gasped. "Oh god!!"

"Relax," Malik rasped, his grip loosening slightly.

I moaned, his thumbs rubbing my nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks. I writhed beneath his touch, arching, begging.

"No...oh god."

He ignored my weak protest, his rough palms kneading the tender flesh. Pleasure and panic warred within me. I wanted this. I shouldn't want this, but I did.

"No," I tried again, my voice strangled, but why weren't my arms moving? They stayed behind my head, limp, complicit. Even my back arched, pushing my tits further into his palms, inviting him, begging him to go on.

My moan echoed off the tiled walls, too loud, too telling, and I was hoping to God nobody could hear.

Somewhere between the shock and the slick heat between my thighs, a thought slithered through. Had Damian planned this? Did he know this was going to happen? It seemed all too convenient that a man had been hired instead of a woman, the fact that it was a black guy with Eli-esque looks, and the way he was behaving, touching me where no man other than Damian had touched me.

I didn't have much time to dwell on it because Malik's hands abandoned my tits, sliding downward over the swell of my stomach. His fingers pushed under the towel covering my waist, and as he brought his hands back up, the towel slid with them.

Now the only thing left covering me was my bikini bottoms, and even then, the white triangle didn't conceal much. My mind was reeling as I contemplated whether to stop this or not, but when his hands worked their way back to my tits again, the decision was made for me.

He was relentless, kneading and pinching, coaxing pleasure from every inch of my breasts. His thumbs rolled over my nipples, and a strangled moan slipped from me, unbidden.

There was no stopping now. My hands were still draped behind me, and my body arched, pushing into his touch, encouraging, pleading.

"Fuck, so good," I moaned.

My words sparked something within him, and his touch became rougher, hungrier. I whimpered as he abandoned my breasts, and the sound caught in my throat when his hands moved back down my body and he tugged at the strings holding my bikini bottoms together.

"Wait!" I protested, the sound a weak, unconvincing whine.

He ignored me, his fingers working the strings with deliberate purpose, and I gasped as the knots gave way.

"Oh God this is so wrong," I groaned, feeling the strings fall apart beside me.

I had to see, I had to watch.

Slowly, tentatively, I removed the small towel covering my eyes. When they adjusted to the dim lighting, I looked up and could see this huge black man staring down at me, a lustful, predatory gleam in his eyes.

My breath hitched as I followed his line of sight. His stare was fixed on the triangle of white fabric which he grabbed. I could feel the material between my legs being pulled between my arse crack, as slowly, inch by inch, he peeled the bikini bottoms from my body until they were fully in his hands and he tossed them to the floor.

I was completely naked and his eyes raked over me.

"Mmm...wow!" he growled.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, but it wasn't just shame. There was an electric current coursing through my veins, a rush of forbidden excitement, a thrill that ran deeper than any pleasure I'd experienced before. Hearing him growl his approval was so erotic, and the effect I had on him was a major turn-on.

I was so wet, I could feel the stickiness between my thighs, and I felt so exposed, and so aroused, knowing the huge black stranger was staring down at me, looking at me naked and dripping wet, and I could feel myself blushing from head to toe.

His eyes met mine, a sly, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He grabbed the oil and poured it all over my chest and stomach. He then threw the bottle down, and his large hands were all over me again, massaging the oil into my skin.

I was hypnotised by the contrast. His black fingers against my flushed pink flesh, the way my tits jiggled when he squeezed just a little too hard. Every pull, every possessive grope drew another broken sound from my lips.

"Oh...oh god!" I whimpered, biting down on my lip.

He leaned forward again reaching all the way down to the tops of my thighs and that's when I felt it. The press of his semi erect cock against the back of my hand.

"Oh wow, oh god, what's happening?" I whispered to myself.

I froze. But when I dared glance up, his expression wasn’t shocked or apologetic. It was expectant. He rocked his hips forward, grinding against my limp fingers with a quiet groan.

Resist, I told myself but then his hands cupped my tits again, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they peaked into hard, aching points. A whimper tore from my throat. My fingers twitched and then snap!! My hand opened, curling around the thick outline of his shaft through his shorts.

"Ooh." His moan was low, theatrical, as if he hadn’t been begging for this exact moment.

Heat flooded my cheeks as I felt him swell beneath my palm. He was only half-hard, but already he felt bigger than Damian. The fabric strained as he grew thicker, longer, his cock twitching against my grip.

What am I doing? The guilt came first, sharp and nauseating. Damian. Vows. Cheating.

But then his hips rolled again, and the thoughts unravelled like a frayed rope.

Eli’s hands on me last week and now Malik’s. The way their skin looked against mine, dark and smooth was intoxicating.

My fingers tightened and a strangled groan rumbled in his chest. "Yes... oh yes."

The fabric was damp now, the head of his cock leaking as I stroked him. Every inch I explored made my own thighs clench.

I was changing. Slipping. Becoming some other woman. One who craved the things she’d never admit out loud.

His hands were a slow torment, gliding down my stomach in slick, oiled strokes. They had traced everywhere but the one throbbing place that ached for him, teasing the crease of my thigh, the very edge of where heat pooled.

Malik chuckled, withdrawing completely to knead my shoulders again. The whine that escaped me was pure need.

"Please," I whispered, too ashamed to say it any louder.

He ignored me, his palms trailing across the top of my breasts, dipping between the valley. I writhed beneath him, desperate, shameless, and his touch skimmed lower.

"Malik," I pleaded, unable to stand it a second longer.

The sound of his name on my lips made him growl, and finally, his hands slid back down. My legs fell open before he even touched me, knees bending, thighs spreading shamelessly against the leather.

I watched his hand descend, breath caught, pulse racing. He was inches away, a hairsbreadth from the place that begged for him, the air charged with electricity.

I waited, desperate.

Then his middle finger pushed between the folds, sliding along the slippery, wet crease, until he found my swollen clit and rubbed.

"Oh fuck, yes, oh God!" I hissed, as my pussy was finally getting the attention it so craved.

I watched as he rubbed me, his black hand moving between my legs, exploring, caressing. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and he was good, his touch was gentle and precise.

My body arched, a wave of ecstasy washing over me as he worked my clit, the pleasure mounting. My own hand gripped his erection tighter, making him groan.

I was dripping. His fingers slid through my folds with obscene ease, gathering wetness before pressing against my entrance.

"Oh, fuuuuuck!!" My back arched off the table as two thick fingers plunged inside, curling just right. The sound was wet and filthy as he entered me, my ragged moans, his low grunts of approval.

My eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensation, the sweet, forbidden heat. The degradation should’ve shamed me. Instead, my walls clenched around his fingers.

His other hand cupped my tit, pinching the nipple, drawing a whimper from me.

"Oh god," i groaned, the coil of tension building in the pit of my stomach, "don't stop."

My words were his command. He was relentless, his thumb stroking my clit in steady circles, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

"So good. Ohhh..." I gasped, writhing and squirming on the table.

I let go of his cock and reach behind and grabbed his shorts and tugged them down, freeing him. He wasn't wearing underwear.

He moved to the side and let me take a good look at his cock.

He wasn't as big as Damian but he was thick and a good 7 inches of dark circumcised meat. A glistening drop of precum already forming at the tip and the musky scent of him flooded my senses.

His hand now had better access to my pussy and his fingers fucked me faster, making me moan, and the room filled with the squelch of him pumping in and out of me.

"Oooh yess!"

He pulled out his fingers which were soaked with my juices and wiped them all over his cock. His hand returned to my pussy and did the same thing again, until his cock was gleaming and wet.

Malik’s grin was wicked, his fingers returning to my pussy, thrusting deep and hard. My walls clenched, my toes curled, and I bit back a scream.

"Yes...yes," I panted.

The feel of them inside me was delicious, but it wasn’t enough. My mind burned with the image of his thick cock thrusting inside me, claiming what belonged to my husband.

My hips lifted from the table, riding his hand, my moans filling the room.

"Yeah, that's it." His voice was rough, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward. The tip of his cock bobbed in front of my lips, precum clinging to the slit.

I know what he wanted and I needed to return the favour, I licked my lips, and turned my head to the side. My pierced tongue swiped the droplet off the tip and he moaned, his fingers picking up their pace.

The taste of him, salty and bitter, had my thighs shaking. My lips parted and he growled, a deep, guttural sound, his hips moving forward again, the thick crown pushing between my lips.

My heart thudded in my ears, a wave of panic, mixed with raw, burning need. I could taste my own arousal as his cock slid across my tongue, my mouth stretching around him.

"Ohh yeah...good." He groaned.

He pushed deeper, his shaft hitting the back of my throat, and I choked, gagged, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. He pulled back a little, letting me catch my breath before he pushed deeper.

"Ohhh," he groaned.

The way my jaw ached around his girth sent a thrill through me. I moaned around him, the vibrations making his thighs tremble. My hand caressed his heavy balls as I sucked him like a lollipop.

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah" He hissed.

His fingers were moving faster too, rubbing me so good, and I moaned again, louder, longer.

I was close. I could feel it, the coiling pressure, the heat building in the base of my spine, the tremors beginning to course through me. I wanted him to move between my legs and bury his big cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me hard, to make me scream but there was no time as I was on the brink.

My fingers dug into his arse, encouraging him, pulling him closer, as I was trying to get more of his cock into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could.

He withdrew his fingers and vigorously rubbed my clit and without warning, I released his cock from my mouth, gasping. "I’m close, so fucking close!!"

The tension coiled within me, tight, hot, and then it broke, the orgasm slamming through me, a wave of ecstasy.

"Fuuuuck!!!" I cried. "Fuck, fuck, ohhhhh!!!"

Malik's eyes were wide as he watched me come apart. My body was shaking, and my back arched.

I was so lost in the moment of pure bliss that I hadn't realised I still had him in my hand and I was pumping his cock up and down furiously.

"Yes, fuck yes!! Oooooh!!" I screamed.

My vision blurred, my thighs quaked, and his cock pulsed in my hand before the first thick stripe of cum hit the side of my face with a hot, wet slap.

"Ohhhh shit!!" Malik growled.

When i realised what was happening, I turned my head and wrapped my lips around the swollen head of his cock. I could feel him pulse in my mouth, filling me with his release. It was a salty, bitter mix, and I sucked him hard and fast, eager for every last drop.

His hips jerked, a strangled moan tore from him, and his hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he emptied his load into my hungry mouth.

My own climax ebbed away, but I was still buzzing and trembling, the aftershocks tingling through me. As i felt his cock soften in my mouth, I gently released him before swallowing his load.

"Ohh yes! Fuck!!!" he cried.

We stayed there panting for a few moments, our bodies shaking.

Then his hands left me, and he took a step back. My eyes were drawn to his cock, now wet and glistening, spent, dangling between his thighs.

Malik smiled down at me. His face was flushed, sweat beading his brow, his eyes bright.

I sat up, reaching for my bikini bottoms. I slid the white triangle over my legs and tied the sides, acutely aware of the way he stared. My thighs were slick, the scent of our mingled arousal hanging thick and heavy in the air.

I felt cum drip down my cheek and I scooped it off with my finger and swallowed it.

He was looking at me like he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Neither could I.

"You enjoy?" he asked, grabbing his shorts from around his ankles as he pulled them up.

I nodded, still a little shell-shocked.

"Come," he said, gesturing to the door.

I grabbed a robe from the back of the door and wrapped it around me. I picked up my other clothes and followed him outside, when he stopped.

"You go changing rooms. I go this way. Happy Birthday." He grinned before disappearing out of the fire exit.

I thought it was a little strange and as I walked through the reception area, a young girl was sat behind the desk.

"Oh erm, are you lost? The changing rooms are that way," she said, pointing down the corridor. "If you want a massage, the masseuse called in sick today but I can take bookings for tomorrow?"

I was really confused. "Um no, I was just.....I erm."

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I said, before walking towards the changing rooms, my heart beating fast.

The changing rooms were empty and I discarded my robe and put my clothes on the bench and walked towards the shower and stepped in.

Who was Malik? Now I understood why he escaped through the fire exit. What was going on? Was this arranged by Damian?

I had been tricked but I didn't particularly care. The whole experience had been mind-blowing and something I wanted to do again.

I wondered what his cock would've felt like inside me, and I almost regretted not letting him fuck me even if it wouldn't have lasted long.

I stood under the water for what seemed like ages. I washed myself, making sure to clean every inch of me. Then I got out and dried myself and put my clothes on.

I checked my phone and saw a message from Damian saying he was watching the football back in the suite and to come up once I'd finished.

I made my way to the lift and went to our floor. When the door opened, I saw Damian sitting on the sofa and he was watching the match on the TV.

"Oh, hi honey," Damian said.

"Hi." I smiled nervously as he got up and walked over.

"How was the massage?" He asked, grinning.

"Erm, it was good, yeah. It was just what I needed," I replied, trying to play it cool.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He winked.

My cheeks turned crimson and my pulse quickened. My brain was a jumbled mess. That wink.....he definitely knew!!

"Is everything OK?" Damian asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Just need the loo, back in a sec."

I headed to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I felt used, violated, but at the same time, so alive, so sexy and so dirty.

My husband knew and my emotions were all over the place.

"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath.

I flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom.

"Damian, what the fuck?!!" I hissed.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You set this up, didn't you?!"

There was a long pause before he replied. "Yes," he nodded, a little nervously trying to gauge my reaction.

I knew it. For the past couple of weeks, he'd been encouraging me and now he'd found a way to push the boundaries, and I had let him.

"Oh my god," I said, covering my face with my hands.

"Babe, I'm sorry. It's just you've been so sex-crazed these last two weeks, and I thought you'd enjoy a little adventure," he said, trying to justify himself.

He was right but it was wrong. I had betrayed my vows, cheated on my husband.

"Honey, are you mad?" He asked.

"I'm not sure what i think. He wasn't even a masseuse, Damian! Who the fuck was he? How did you even find him?!"

"His name is Malik, he works here. Well, part-time, but he's not a masseuse. He's a handyman, Sudanese I think," Damian replied, matter-of-factly. "I met him on a job here a couple of weeks ago, and when I came back yesterday, we had a few drinks in the bar and we started chatting and then he told me he could get us this suite for the weekend which i obviously accepted. He said they do really good massages here so I told him I'd book you one for your birthday. He wanted to see a photo of you and when I showed him, he wouldn't stop going on about how gorgeous you were and what a lucky guy I am. So when I saw him earlier, before we went to the pool...."

"Oh that's where you went?"

"Well I saw him by accident. I forgot to call and book your massage. When I got down to reception, Malik was there and told me the masseuse was off sick and the receptionist was on a break. It was your birthday and I was so cross I couldn't book you in for a massage, so Malik sort of offered and said he'd do it."

"OK, but when I was in there, he told me you asked him to give me a special birthday massage," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, erm, yeah, i knew how horny you were lately and he kinda said he'd help out. He insisted if things got a bit steamy, he still wouldn't fuck you. He said he respected marriage, and that would be a line he wouldn't cross. Are you mad? Please don't be mad."

"It's fucked up Damian. You keep bringing up the subject of wanting me to be with other men, and then you trick me into it."

"I know, I'm sorry," he apologised, hanging his head. "You did enjoy it, though, right?" he asked, hopeful.

"The massage? Yeah, considering he wasn't a masseuse, he was very good," I said, giving him a coy smile.

"No, but did he, you know, did you....."

"Did we what?" I teased.

"Did he, you know, did he make you cum?" He asked, nervously.

"Maybe," I grinned.

"Oh wow. Oh, wow!" Damian said, his eyes wide, and a huge smile forming on his face.

"Yeah," I sighed, and he looked so proud.

"Oh, honey, fuck honey that's so hot," he said, his voice strained, as he wrapped his arms around me. "Would you do it again?"

"I'm not sure," I lied, knowing all I wanted to do was get back down there and have Malik fuck me senseless.

"You're so amazing, you know that," he said, leaning in and kissing me.

"Mmm, I guess," I moaned into his lips, wrapping my arms around him. "This is so wrong, you know that?"

"I know," he murmured.

"You shouldn't have tricked me like that," I pouted.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong," he said, looking down.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Well, I didn't buy you that dress for nothing, so you should put it on, and I've booked a table at the restaurant downstairs," he said, beaming.

"Ok, well, I might just chill for a bit. I'm feeling pretty tired after that massage." I winked at him playfully before walking into the bedroom and lying down on the bed.

I had gone beyond the point of no return. I was a sex craved animal and now all I wanted was a big black cock inside me. To be fucked senseless and to be treated like a dirty slut. Now it wasn't just a fantasy, I'd had the real thing...…well close.