Hey, there. How are you doing? I bet the title of this story alone is enough to make some people blink fast and wonder if they read right. Well, ladies and gentlemen you read right. My name is Monique Aziz Adewale, and I'm a Nigerian-born African-American gal living in the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. I'm happily married to a tall, good-looking and successful Black man named Dalton Adewale. He was born in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, to immigrant parents originally from the Republic of Nigeria. I met my future husband while spending a semester at Carleton University in Ottawa, and it was love at first sight. We started a relationship, and ended up getting married. That was seven years ago. We now divide our time between the town of Ottawa and metropolitan Boston. I'm a U.S. citizen by naturalization and he's now a permanent resident of America, albeit a Canadian citizen by birth. I work for the Massachusetts Department of Corrections as an officer in a jail and my husband works as an account manager for Bank of America. We do alright for ourselves.
I want to make it clear that my husband and I are a very normal, everyday Black couple. We truly love each other. Ours is a happy, passionate marriage. We go to church every Sunday, we pay our taxes, we live in a nice house in Avon, and we do alright for ourselves. A corrections officer married to a banker. Stranger things have happened, believe it or not. I love my husband. That's why when he recently revealed to me that he was bisexual, although it surprised me I learned to adjust and adapt. I didn't panic or get mad like most women would. Dalton told me that he had been aware of his bisexuality for quite some time but wasn't sure what to do about it. Nigerians are very religious. Half of us are staunch Christians and the other half are Muslim. Either way, we're a people with high religious convictions and moral character. We're not freaks or weirdoes. We're people just like you. In fact, if you saw us walking down the street, you wouldn't give us a second look. That's the kind of normal, everyday folks we are.
Dalton told me that he was bisexual, and fancied the idea of sharing a man with me. I wasn't very comfortable with the idea of bringing another person into our bedroom. My Dalton was full of surprises. When he told me he liked both men and women, I automatically assumed he might fancy a brother but he ended up surprising me. You see, he found certain White guys attractive. Damn. I was really not expecting that. When I visited Dalton's bedroom at the University of Ottawa, which isn't too far from Carleton University where I studied briefly, I saw a lot of posters of guys in his room. Not gay-looking stuff, though. My Dalton is very masculine. He's six-foot-one, lean and muscular, with dark brown skin and a smooth, handsome face. He's got piercing light brown eyes and kind of resembles the Black actor from the StarGate SG-1 television series. The one on the heroes team. Action movie stars like Jason Statham, Bruce Willis, Clint Eastwood and others. I never thought there was anything sexual going on. I mean, he had a pile of porn videos and DVDs featuring Black female porn stars like Jada Fire, Cherokee D'Ass and Kelly Starr, so I knew he liked Black women. Besides, he never had any problems making love to me.
I remember one particularly passionate session of lovemaking we had, early on in our relationship. We had gone walking through the Laval area of Ottawa together, and went into Soleil Des Iles, this cozy little Haitian restaurant, in order to grab a bite when it started to rain. After eating, Dalton and I remained seated, talking, kissing and flirting. The restaurant wasn't terribly busy, and the bathrooms, which Canadians call washrooms for some reason, were located downstairs. We got the bright idea of going downstairs to fool around. The washrooms are located in a darkened basement, so we had plenty of privacy. In the dark, Dalton and I got frisky. I knelt before my sexy Nigerian-Canadian stud and unzipped his pants, freeing his long and thick ebony cock. Gently I began sucking on him while he leaned against the wall, moaning and groaning. I sucked Dalton's cock and balls, taking my sweet time as I pleasured the man I love. I got him hard in no time, and then asked him to do me.
Dalton stuck two fingers inside my wet pussy and kissed me full and deep. He parted my blouse and began sucking on my tits while fingering my pussy. I was ready for more, and he soon laid me on a table, and spread my thighs. My sexy Black man inhaled the scent of my pussy before sticking his tongue inside my cunt, pausing to tell me that I smelled really good. I grinned and licked my lips as Dalton began licking and fingering my pussy. He twisted his tongue inside my pussy and stabbed me with his fingers, sending little shockwaves of pleasure deep inside of me. Afterwards, Dalton put on a condom and worked his cock inside of me. I love how my sexy Black stud took his sweet time. A lot of guys like to stick it in but Dalton likes to take his time. He likes to feed my pussy his cock, and my womanhood engulfed him nicely. He held my legs in the air and slammed his cock into my cunt, pounding me oh so nicely. I loved it so much that I got a bit too loud with the screaming. One of the kitchen ladies, a matronly Haitian woman wearing a hairnet, came down to check on the noise. I think she almost had a heart attack when she caught Dalton and me, deeply connected to one another as we were. Yeah, we shocked her alright. I think we're still banned from this restaurant.
So you see? My husband and I are passionately in love with each other. I was kind of surprised when he told me he met a guy from the printing agency across from his bank who would be right for us to explore some stuff with. Dalton wasn't merely interested in having sex with another man while I watched, he also wanted me to participate. Wow. Okay. Thus, Dalton introduced me to Rupert Stephens, an affable-enough looking young White man. Rupert was around five-foot-eight, and slim, with light brown hair, pale White skin and icy blue eyes. He's kind of short standing next to Dalton. Hell, he looks short standing next to me, because I'm five-foot-ten, short-haired, caramel-skinned, wide-hipped, big-bottomed and quite curvy. Rupert was quite friendly and charming as the three of us dined together inside the Copley Mall food court. For some reason, Copley Mall in Boston reminds me of Saint Laurent Mall in Ottawa. Another one of our make-out spots. Dalton proudly showed us his STI results, and he was negative for HIV and Hepatitis. I insisted on the tests because I didn't want Dalton and I to have any regrets from this little erotic adventure. Dalton and Rupert were fine with that.
