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I didn't have an affair; at least not right away. Jim and I just went on the way we'd been for the next six months. Not even speaking.

It happened in Cabo San Lucas. I was attending a convention on pediatric STDs. That is children who were born with STDs inherited from their mothers in utero.

It was winter in Boston and I was grateful to be getting out of the cold and snow. I bought two bathing suits that I thought showed off my assets. That is my 34Ds, and my still firm ass. One swimsuit was so risqué that I had to shave much closer than ever before.

I wasn't intentionally trying to attract men; I just wanted to feel good about myself. Something that hadn't happened since Jim and Freddie confronted me in that bar. I wasn't disappointed when I saw men ogling me as I walked on the pool deck.

It happened unexpectedly; I wasn't ready and then I was. The second afternoon in Cabo, after a boring morning lecture, I was sitting at the swim up bar with a margarita; my second one; chatting with another doctor. "I'm Juan Carlos Herrera from Miami."

"Marcy Comstock from Boston." I was wearing that risqué bathing suit, and my cover up was on a lounge chair. Juan Carlos was staring at my mostly naked boobs. I was pleased.

We chatted for a while; sometimes it was medical talk; other times it was more personal. After a third margarita it became even more personal. Soon we were walking hand-in-hand to his room.

Once we were in his room, I was like a woman who hadn't had sex in over a year, which I was. My cover up was off in no time, as was my skimpy swimsuit. Juan Carlos, who was dark and I thought very handsome, was also naked and had his hands all over those 34Ds. The contrast between his dark skin and my pure white breasts was exciting.

When he started to kiss my breasts, I pushed him away. It wasn't what you think. No, I wasn't having second thought. Like I said, I was like a woman who hadn't had sex in over a year. I went down on him and I sucked like a woman who hadn't sucked a cock in over a year, which I was.

Working in a hospital, I'd had patients of all races and colors. I'd never dated a black man or a Latino, so at the moment, Juan Carlos' almost black cock didn't matter. Just as it didn't matter if the baby who needed my help was black, Asian or Latino.

I sucked and sucked. My mouth, lips and tongue were all over that cock. The one thing I wasn't going to do was let him cum in my mouth. It wasn't what you think. "Juan Carlos, you need to fuck me."

I don't know what was going through his mind but over the next half hour, I thought that I was giving him the best fuck of my life. All the anger at my husband was channeled through my ass and hips. "Keep fucking me, Juan Carlos. Give me that big cock. Your cock is so good to my pussy. Fuck me good."

When he finished, "Dr. Comstock, I can't remember spending a more perfect afternoon. You were marvelous."

Jim hadn't called me marvelous in over a year. In fact, the last time he called me marvelous was when he and Freddie were in that bar, drunk, and agreed, I was a marvelous cocksucker. It wasn't like that with Juan Carlos.

We fucked again later that evening. We fucked the next morning. Okay, whenever we didn't have a lecture or meeting to attend, we fucked. Juan Carlos' tongue did not neglect my pussy and I did a lot of sucking, too, but as I said, I didn't let him cum in my mouth. I don't think it bothered him; my pussy was like a vacuum for his cock.

Okay, my mouth was like a vacuum, too. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I sucked. Then I sucked some more. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

One morning, I was the moderator of a round table discussion. I barely made it. I didn't even have time to put on make-up. I blamed it on the sun. No one seemed to notice. I couldn't wait to get back to bed and Juan Carlos' cock.

I could hardly sit down on the plane home but the huge smile on my face was the perfect antidote.

But what to do at home? Jim never brought any women home and was very discreet, except that he didn't come home on weekends.

TO BE CONTINUED

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