Vacation

"I thought you were golfing today," your wife said when you came down to the beach.

"I...I was...I mean...I just...I wasn't sure it was safe leaving you alone," you stammered.

"Hon, I won't be alone, the Andre will be around to take care of me."

Andre was the "butler" that was assigned to your upgraded suite. He was in his twenties, tall, muscular, confident. You looked over at the chair your wife had, he was standing there, sunscreen in his hand. "You...you sure you're okay on the beach by yourself?" you asked.

She shrugged. "I was planning on going back to the room and using the private pool," she said.

"I'm not sure it's better being alone," you said.

"Andre will be there," she said, looking back at the smiling butler, "don't worry, go golf, he'll take care of me."

"That...that's reassuring," you said, not meaning it.

She kissed you. "Seriously, go golf," she said, "I promise not to be too naughty."

"Amy!"

This time she leaned over, whispered in your ear. "I know you fantasize about it," she said.

"F...fantasize about what?" you gasped.

"About me fucking a strong, black stud," she said. 

"What...what are you talking about?"

She turned around, you saw her thong bikini bottom, realized what he'd been staring at. "I found all that stuff on your computer, love, now you go golf while Andre and I spend some time together this afternoon. I promise when you come back I'll make the rest of your fantasy come true."

"The...the rest of my fantasy?"

She nodded, leaned into your ear again, whispered. "The part where you get to lick me clean."