A Tat for a Tryst
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
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A Tat for a Tryst
A white woman and a black man find lust and sex at a swingers’ resort
An Interracial Cuckold Tale
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
© Copyright 2023/22 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
A Tat for a Tryst
—1987—
I’m a terrible person and make no excuses for my bad behavior. With that said, I’d do the same thing again, and I have no regret. Without our children, my husband and I took a vacation to a resort on an island in the Pacific. The trip to one of those all-expenses-included destinations where we realized anything could happen a bit too late.
My husband, Buck, and I aren’t what you would call swingers. In truth, we were uncomfortable and agreed we’d change hotels if we could get at least some credit to cover the cost of the rooms. The resort demanded to know why we wanted to leave.
“We’re not swingers,” Buck told the hotel manager.
“Not everyone here is,” he said. “For you, sir, we have deep sea fishing, scuba diving, and golf. You two can dance at the Perry Como Club for squares like y’all at night. Mrs. Livingston can attend yoga, water aerobics, lay in the sun at one of the clothing-required pools, or an art, dancing, or quilting class while you’re off doing your thing. You, Ma’am, might like tennis or golf with the ladies on our par three course.”
“Oh, Hun, you’d like the manly things, and I can just lay out at one of the non-swinger pools.”
“Well, you’re sure we won’t have extra charges for the non-swinger activities,” Buck asked.
“Everything is inclusive. You’ve already paid for it. However, I can compensate you for a hotel charge in town if you wish. But honestly, sir, you’ve paid for your meals, drinks, tips, excursions, and anything we offer. Why incur additional entertainment expenses? If another couple, single man or woman, hits on you, like your first lady’s motto, ‘Just say no’.”
“Holly, my love, what do you think?”
“Buck, baby, I really don’t want to change hotels. What I want to do is slip into a bikini, read my book, and get a tan in the sun.”