TITLE    : Peggy Takes a Break
STORYID  : peggy-takes-a-break
SUMMARY  : An unhappy wife takes a vacation from herself.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-05
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|interracial|white wife|black male|gangbang|cheating|bnwo|reluctant|black bred|


Peggy, or Margaret, as she was named by her parents, was not happy. She should have been, she had the supposedly ideal life; the house, the husband, the three kids... but what people forget about is the stress that comes with all of those things. Her husband Marc wasn't exactly happy either, and it showed. They spent far too many nights bitterly arguing rather than being satisfied, and the bad attitude was rubbing off on the kids, and they knew it.

Peggy was a 5'3 woman, with green eyes, and dark red hair that normally was a mess of curls, but she often kept it in a bun. She was of irish descent, which was code for, super pale and fertile. The latter half she learned after a few years with her husband. She didn't consider herself pretty, as she had pretty bad self esteem issues, was a little soft in the middle, had less than average sized breasts, but made up for it all with her bubble butt. She got quite a few compliments about it from men in her day, but it always made her feel like a piece of meat to them, and she hated it.

Where Peggy had been fairly slim and small, her husband Marc was enormously fat, weighing easily well over 300lbs. He was hispanic, had a thin mustache, kept his black hair slicked back, and unless he was using a mirror, couldn't even see his penis. Which may have had less to do with his substantial gut, and more to do with his diminutive length, but that doesn't require deep analysis. Marc also wasn't sure he loved his wife anymore, or had just stuck with her because of their three daughters. It's a question he wasn't sure he ever wanted answered.

Peggy worked the overnight at a hospital, and as she sat one night, she started thinking of way to reignite the happiness her family had once felt. The family didn't have ton of money, but they had been saving for a while, and maybe it was time to spend it on something fun. Eventually, she had the same thought a lot of parents have, and that was, why not take the kids to Disney World? The place had prided itself for decades as being the place where magic came to life, so maybe that magic could spread to her and her family too.

"Peggy, we have another admission in room 5," her coworker Lynn announced dropping her the chart, "they need him registered right away."

"Sure, I got him." Peggy said, slipping her crocs back on under the desk, and standing up.

"Just be careful, he's highly intoxicated, and a bit of a handful according to the medics." Lynn said as she slipped away back toward the front desk.

Peggy got her admissions cart, and pushed it casually to room 5, where the new patient was waiting. She pulled the curtain aside, and started to greet him with her usual line, checking her notes,

"Good evening Mr. Driver, my name is..."

She stopped suddenly, as she saw the sprawled black figure on the bed, was laying basically unconscious, but more than that, had moved his gown aside and was holding onto his penis. She looked down quickly, embarrassed at seeing his exposed manhood, but couldn't help but peak back up. Even asleep as he was, his considerable black penis was 8 inches long, and as thick as Peggy's slender white wrist. She went to leave the room, did a double take, eyeing it up once more, and then exited through the curtain to the hallway.

Peggy was flush, her catholic upbringing filling her with shame at the lust she had felt, as she hurried to the nursing station for more info. It turned out they had gotten the wallet out of his pants, and were able to use that to register him in the system, so Peggy would be able to return to her desk without seeing that black monster again. She excused herself for a moment to her coworker Dawn, and went to the ladies room. After she closed and locked the door, Peggy took a series of deep breaths, trying to curb the yearning ache coming from her vagina. She splashed some water on her face, and upon seeing herself in the mirror, realized her nipples were hard enough to be visible through her shirt.

When Peggy got home that morning, she ended up having sex with Marc almost immediately, the need driving her crazy. Closing her eyes, she pictured the thick black dick she had seen, trying to envision it grinding inside her, but the reality couldn't match her fantasy. Marc thrusted his insignificant member weakly in the shallow end of her vagina for about five minutes, before ejaculating on her thigh, and calling it a day. She was less satisfied for even trying, and she ended up masturbating several times once he had gone to work, but it still didn't feel like enough.

The moment passed, and eventually, she had the conversation about taking the kids to Disney, hoping they could all spend some quality time together. He was reluctant to spend the money, but eventually agreed, and with a couple months of planning and vacation requests, they would be on their way. She had packed everyone's things, including her husbands, and was left with only one task before they would be able to get on their way. She needed a bathing suit. There wasn't much call for her to have one normally, so this was new territory for her.

She ended up going to Target, taking a few options with her, some for fun, some just to gauge some sizes. She tried on single piece bathing suits, the motherly, shorts and tank top combo, and eventually found a slightly billowy swim dress that would cover her body nicely. But she realized she was not as critical of her body as she had been in the past, which she chalked up to feeling invigorated by the prospect of a vacation. Before leaving, she tried on a two piece combo; red with white heart print, that she thought Marc might enjoy. It fit well, and really made her bubble butt pop, which for the first time, she wanted. She bought that and the dress, and went home excitedly.

On the long list of things people don't think of as being incredibly stressful, planned vacations are right near the top. You can multiply that stress by the number of kids you have, and factor in their age range, to give yourself high enough blood pressure to fire off like a canon. Marc and Peggy had struggled for days to lug the kids around the park, waiting in exceedingly long lines, buying massively overpriced food, and suffering thick crowds as the sun tries to cook you alive. By the end of the first day, Marc had sweat so much, his clothes looked like deli sandwich wrappers, and the kids only seemingly got MORE energetic as the day went on. All of them passed out when they got back to the hotel, without so much as a few grunts between them.

Peggy woke in the morning, and had the dawning realization that this had been a mistake. The kids were having fun, sure, but the misery this inflicted upon her and Marc was only driving the gap between them deeper. They had snapped at each other multiple times yesterday over one thing or another, money, sore legs, the sun, etc. Maybe what they needed, was a little break from each other too. The thought made her a little sad, believing that that's not how marriage is supposed to work, but she felt it was still in their best interest. She woke him up as gently as she was able, given that he was a slumbering behemoth,

"Marc... Marc baby..." she whispered, jiggling him with each soft tap.

"Oh my god, what!?" he snapped, waking up.

"Can we talk for a second?" she asked, hopeful.

"I guess, but make it quick, I want to go back to sleep before the kids get up." he shot back.

Peggy wasn't happy, again. But this was the time to try and mend those fences, so she went on,

"Marc, yesterday was huge mess, we both know it, and I'm sorry for being grumpy with you. I was thinking, why don't we each take a day just to do our own thing, the other one can handle the kids."

Marc thought it over for a moment, and said,

"You know what, you're right, yesterday WAS a mess, and you were pretty snappy." Peggy tried to ignore this blatant jab, and he went on, "So, who gets to go first?"

"Well, why don't you sleep in with the kids, maybe order some room service for breakfast, and I'll go hit the beach for a little while. Would that be okay?" she said, softly.

"Yeah, I guess." disappointed he wasn't going first, but fine with sleeping in and eating.

With that, Peggy went to get her swim dress, only to find it had what appeared to be an entire ice cream cone melted all over it. She was filled with disappointment, thinking this was the end of her solo beach trip, when she remembered the two piece she had bought to share with Marc. Still, she didn't want to go out like that, she was a modest woman after all, and that would show off a LOT of skin. Over the sound of Marc snoring, she heard him let loose a hefty blast of gas, and decided she would just risk it, and left.

The beach was mostly, and surprisingly empty, most parents opting to stay in the air conditioned wonderland they had paid top dollar for. But there were a few, people, perhaps locals, wandering the beaches doing this and that. One of them a very dark skinned black man, likely here from Haiti or Jamaica, who seemed to be selling things to some of the people laying in the distance. She found a good spot, laying out her newly acquired Minnie Mouse beach towel, slipped her sweats off, removed her t-shirt and sat down, the sun making her skin an almost blinding white. She smothered herself with suntan lotion, knowing she would burn easily, put on her sunglasses, and lay back hoping to enjoy the sound of the surf.

"Youa' mom?" a voice interrupted some twenty minutes later.

Peggy opened her eyes, and looked at the source, the same midnight black man who had been wandering the beach before. He didn't have anything in his hands, so she wasn't sure what he meant to be selling.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked.

"Askin' youa mom." he said.

"Uh, yeah, I'm a mom, if that's what you mean." she said, confused.

"Ya got n'husban wichu, and n'kids." he said, his accent tough but not impossible to understand.

"Uh, no, they're back at the hotel, but I am married." she said, this time showing him the ring on her finger.

"I gotchu, I gotchu, you ere' cause you stressin'." he said, nailing the situation perfectly.

"Yeah, you could say that." she sighed back, "Needed a change of pace."

"Aye, word." he said, "Let me help'cha wit dat." he said, kneeling.

The strange man, who was kneeling on the end of her towel, reache over and put his hands on Peggy's thighs, the contrast between the two of them literally, like night and day. In a very forceful, but not painful way, he spread them apart.

"Hey, what are you doing you..." Peggy had started to say.

The man, making quick work, had pulled her bikini bottom aside, and was rubbing his thick black finger up her pale white pussy quickly locating her clitoris. Peggy was in absolute shock, but she was absolutely melting at this touch.

"I don't think I should... you can't... I mean, my husband..." was all she could stammer out, losing herself to the pleasure of it.

He wasn't done though, leaning himself in between her thighs, he started using his long thin tipped tongue to work her pleasure button, tracing and lapping it. Peggy let out a slow moan of pleasure, her eyes closing, and her mouth opening. The man migrated south, inserting his tongue into her now wet white pussy, back to working her clit with his pointer finger. The man expertly worked her, putting pressure down, and stimulating her wet walls, until Peggy found herself in the throws of an orgasm. Her toes and fingers curled, clutching the towel, before her body wracked and spasmed, as she let out gasping moans of ecstasy.

"Aye, thass good. Ch'come wit me now." he said, wiping his chin and standing up. He extended his hand to her.

"What, where..." her brain still trying to catch up, post orgasm.

He helped stand her up on her towel, and with seemingly no effort, lifted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like prize and started walking toward and unknown destination. Peggy's bubble butt was on full display, with the exception of the bikini bottom of course, her bare legs and feet hanging down, swaying slightly as he walked. Peggy had no idea where she was being taken, and right now, she didn't care.

They arrived at a small but cozy looking beach shack, the inside floored with cream colored carpet, and offset by varnished wooden furniture. There was a comforter that had been used as some sort of rug in the middle of the carpet, and he gently sat her down on it. She could feel the cool softness of it against her mostly exposed butt, finally asking,

"So, what are we doing?" timidly.

He laughed, fishing a joint out of a desk drawer along the wall, lighting it as he turned to her,

"Dun afta be so coy, nah. Give me moment, I give'ya whatcha come ere' for." he said.

Peggy watched expectantly, the man being true to his difficult to decipher words. He pulled down his baggy shorts, a thick veiny black monster of a penis hanging between his legs. Peggy chirped in excitement and fear, as he swaggered over to her. He looked at her expectantly as well, before she realized what he wanted.

"Oh, sorry..." she said apologetically, sliding her bikini bottom off, and easing her legs apart.

"Top too." he said, clearer than most things, "Wanna enjoy alla'ya."

She smiled, pulling it loose. She loved that this man genuinely wanted her. No obligations, no because of the kids... he just wanted her body, and it felt good. Peggy's milky white breasts were proudly on display for him, and he smiled in reciprocation for the gesture. He leaned down over her, mounting her with practiced ease, the head of his mighty cock pressed firmly between the folds of her pussy. She was good and wet, but it was still a struggle to fit his massive black cock inside her. Once the rhythm got going though, the pain became an afterthought, Peggy simply melting in cresting waves of intense sexual pleasure.

His speed and ferocity increased, as she sensed he was approaching orgasm, and she felt herself getting there rapidly too. Her body tensed up as she wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck, and crying out,

"Holy fuuuUUUCKING SHIIIIIT!!!" as he hit the sweetest of spots.

She felt the hot jets of sperm firing into her moist pink insides, shuddering at the sheer pleasure of feeling his seed inside her. This had quickly become the best vacation of her entire life. He eased her back, and she lay quite contentedly, while her remained inside her. Her legs relaxed, and she felt herself coming down off the high of his sexual conquest.

"That was... incredible." she said seductively to him.

She could hear the sound of people approaching, and she shot him a nervous look, which he noticed, but just shook his head as if to say, don't worry. Three more black men all entered, chatting and laughing at one thing or another, and they turned to see the post coital couple in the middle of the living room.

Laughing, one of them said, "Aye, cha'look a'dat. Got himself anudder' one."

Peggy was trying to cover her bare breasts with her arm, confused at what was transpiring.

"Ya' lookinta' share, bruh?" asked one of the others, "Wutcha name, girl?"

"Uh... Peggy" she answered, unsure.

"Ya'mine?" he asked the man who was still inside her.

"Nah, bra. Just be' finishin." he said, pulling out of her, cum drooling out of her freshly used cunt.

Peggy looked confused at the men, her first lover standing up, and taking another hit off his joint before walking away. The new man had lowered his shorts, producing yet another massive black rod, which he started jerking to life.

"Wait, are you just gonna..?" Peggy started, the answer being yes.

He plunged himself inside her, picking up where the last man had left off, pumping away with an almost casual disinterest in the fact he was fucking her. Peggy, despite herself, enjoyed every second of it, the man leaning in and sucking her puffy nipples as he violated her. After a little more than 10 minutes, Peggy had her third major orgasm of the day.

The day wore on like this, each man taking a turn, cumming deep inside her. One of them, taking her anal virginity without so much as a consideration as to whether it was okay to do so. But she thrilled off the intrusion where no man had gone before, and his clear love of her round white ass. She hadn't known before then you could have an orgasm from anal. She had experienced her first double penetration, bouncing between one taking her from behind while she sucked another man's penis. She had been literally taken from the beach, like a caveman claiming his bride, used without care or mercy by four men, and left swimming in their potent black seed... but Peggy never felt less stressed in her life.

Like all good things, it came to end though, the men either spent, or bored with her. They had passed her around like a cigarette, letting her suck each one of them off, to remove the fluids that had been passed through the day. She didn't mind at all, in fact, she loved it. Peggy's pale irish body had been dominated by black strangers while her husband and kids waited unknowing at home, and it filled her with the profound delight of having an amazing secret. It might be less secret in nine months, but that was problem for another day.

Once the trip was concluded, with many wonderful memories made, they all settled back in for life at home once more. Marc still as miserable as always, the kids restless and out of control, but in Peggy there was a place of quiet calm. A place where she was just a piece of meat to be used by black men, her body nothing more than a playground for their pleasure. Every time she considered it, it made her smile. Peggy had finally taken a break, from her marriage, from her own hang ups, maybe even from the lingering idea of what it meant to be proud woman.

She didn't go all black right away, like most girls do. Instead, she stayed with Marc, letting him believe the new baby on the way was his. It gave her time to save up some side funds, knowing she was going to have to have a back up plan. Abortion was also not an option. Not simply because of her catholic upbringing, but because she wanted this baby as a reminder of everything she thrown away that day. A permanent reminder that unhappy, guilt laden, Peggy was gone, and the new hopeful, sexually awakened Peggy had taken her place.

But between those days, before Marc found out that his wife had happily cheated on, she stayed at work, finding bits of pleasure on the side whenever the opportunity became available.

"Peggy, we have another violent patient." Lynn had said, "You seem to have a knack for calming them down, do you think you can handle this one?"

Peggy looked in the open seam of the door, seeing an aggressive black male seething on his hospital bed, his arms restrained by cuffs.

"I'm on top of it." she said, slipping her crocs back on under the desk.

Entering quietly and locking the door behind her, Peggy introduced herself, casually walking up, moving his gown aside, and placed his large black penis in her mouth.

