An Exercise In Perspective Hers

Carole couldn't believe her good fortune. She'd listened intently as her drunk husband confessed that his biggest fantasy was to watch her have sex with another man. She'd never imagined he'd want to see that but she wasn't about to let the opportunity slip through her fingertips.

They had been married for 24 years and she'd been faithful for the first 23. She had only had one indiscretion but it had awakened something inside her and ever since she'd had an insatiable hunger for new cock.

She straddled her husband's waist and gyrated her hips as she gazed down into his pretty blue eyes. Her husband was a good looking man with a nice body and a sexy smile. He had a decent cock and she'd been very happy with it until her affair but the other man she'd slept with had been much bigger and she'd liked that a lot more. She'd never thought much about the size of a man's dick before her affair but she'd only had sex with two men in her life. One was her husband and the other was Trevor, whom she'd met at an all inclusive resort in Cancun.

She leaned forward and started to bounce. Her big natural breasts flailed wildly and she breathed deep and heavy. She could feel his dick hitting the right spot and her breathing quickened but so did his and before she could climax her husband erupted inside of her ending that part of the fun.

Carole let her husband's spent dick slide from her still needy hole and she moved up his body leaving a trail of cum, like a snail track, up his chest. She knelt astride his handsome face and lowered her soiled pussy onto his willing mouth. It wasn't the first time he'd licked her pussy after sex. He was good about making her cum but he'd never lasted long enough to finish her off while fucking. He usually licked her first but he didn't seem to mind swallowing his own mess and if she was honest she kind of liked how dirty it was when he did so.

Her body started to shake and she moaned loudly. The idea of him watching her with another man was spinning in her head and that image intensified her climax. She writhed and groaned loudly. Her legs trembled as intense waves of pleasure washed over her and her juices and his drained from her insatiable cunt.

She collapsed beside him and kissed his sloppy wet lips, tasting their combined juices.

"Thank you Baby," she purred contently. They continued to kiss for several minutes before she rolled onto her back and sighed.

"So would you want to actually do that in real life?" Carole asked softly. Her voice was shaking with tremolo and her eyes darted nervously from side to side. She wasn't sure how to broach the subject and she was worried how he'd react.

"If you wanted to, yeah," he answered quietly. She could hear his heart thumping and his chest heaved as he breathed deep and steady. Their sex life had always been mostly vanilla sexually and whenever Jeremy had joked about a threesome she'd insisted that group sex wasn't her thing so she wasn't sure how to explain her change of heart.

"Would you want to try it here?" Carole asked with a playful smile. They were in New Orleans for a week to celebrate their anniversary and they'd spent every night drinking in bars, listening to music, eating great food and talking to strangers.

"Would you?" Jeremy countered. His voice straining with a mix of fear and excitement and he shifted uneasily in the bed. His wide eyes stared unblinkingly at her as we waited for her response.

"I would," Carole replied with a sexy and mischievous smile. Her hand moved to his still slick, wet dick and she giggled as it started to grow anew. She took a long, slow breath and began to explain her recent change of heart. She'd gone on her annual girls trip six months earlier and she told Jeremy that while she was away she'd been approached by a good looking man. She lied and assured her husband that nothing had happened between her and the other man but she said that she had been very tempted. That had been true the first day but she had given into temptation on day two and repeatedly over the six day trip. Her friends had seen her leave with Trevor but they had their own secrets and they were all bound by girl code and mutually assured destruction.

"But I'd have to choose the man." Carole insisted with a steady nod of her head. Her heart was racing and she stroked her husband's rock hard cock slowly, keeping him in a state of euphoria.

"Obviously," Jeremy panted as her hand moved up and down his slippery shaft. His eyes fluttered and his heart thumped.

"And you may not like who I choose." Carole said firmly. She then explained that the man she met in Mexico was a very dark skinned Jamaican. He'd been much different than anyone she'd ever dated or even been attracted to and she hadn't been able to get him out of her head since her trip. Consequently she was only interested in doing something if she met a good looking black man. But they were in New Orleans and there were plenty of men that fit that bill.

The next night Carole and Jeremy found themselves in a bar on Bourbon Street. They'd both been drinking all day and she felt particularly randy as her eyes scanned the crowded room. Loud dance music pounded from the speakers and throngs of people, covering all shapes, colors and sizes moved to the rhythm of the beat.

He was a towering figure with the broad shoulders of a football player. He had big, powerful arms and a thick muscular neck. His skin was as black as coal and the contrast between it and his bright eyes and white teeth was striking. He had a handsome, boyish face, a smooth shaved head and her heart skipped a beat. He was exactly what she was looking for and she playfully bit her bottom lip as their eyes met.

He looked at Carole and smiled. Her pulse quickened and her juices started to flow. Her affair in Mexico had been brief but intense. She and Trevor had met on the first day she was there and they'd had incredible sex seven times in the five days that followed. She'd never cum so often or so hard in her life and she'd been almost obsessed with black men since that clandestine meeting. Everywhere she had gone since her eyes had been drawn to all shades of chocolate flesh but she liked dark chocolate most.

Her fingers toyed playfully with her long brown hair and her mind began to race. Carole had never been especially attracted to black men before she met Trevor. He had been undeniably good looking but his quiet confidence and unmistakable masculinity had broken through the walls she'd erected in her younger days.

She had been raised in a conservative home in New England. Her parents weren't racist, per se, but they certainly would have frowned on her dating outside her race and she was never the rebellious type. Despite her feeling about black men she had always drawn attention from them. Especially after she had kids and gained weight.

She was a short, chunky woman with big breasts, wide hips and a thick midsection. She'd been a petite 115 lbs on her wedding day but two children and 25 years at an office job had packed on more than fifty pounds onto her short 5'3" frame. As a result she had a terrible body image but black men didn't seem to mind. She had a pretty face with a warm smile and beautiful golden brown eyes that glimmered with playful intelligence.

"Yo Baby, you see somethin you like?" He asked with a confident smile. His deep baritone voice sent a shiver down her spine and she shifted nervously from side to side as she gazed up into his pretty, dark eyes.

"I do," she replied feigning confidence as butterflies swarmed in her belly. She couldn't believe he'd come over to her so quickly. He had to have seen her and Jeremy talking but he'd been undeterred and he was unfazed by her husband's presence.

"I'm Mike," he said as he brazenly grabbed her hips and started to dance. His hands stayed on her hips and she instinctively put hers on his big, powerful arms. She could feel her pussy getting wet and her cheeks warmed as their bodies moved to the heavy bass. She'd never been much of a dancer but after a few drinks the false bravado helped her swing her hips and shake her fat ass.

Mike's big, meaty hands strayed from her hips and slipped under the hem of her shirt. His warm flesh on her bare skin made her shudder and she could feel her panties grow moist under her dress. She hadn't packed any club wear on the trip but she'd stopped at the River Walk Mall earlier in the day for some sexy new underwear and a nice dress to wear if she worked up the courage to troll for men.

The beat pounded and Big Mike ground his crotch against her leg. She could feel the lump of his dick against her body and it felt big.

Her hands moved to the broad expanse of his back and she pulled him closer. Her hips writhed and she looked up into his eyes with a smoldering gaze. Her body was on fire and she silently beckoned his lips to hers.

Mike bent down and their lips met. Her mind was reeling and she instinctively opened her mouth. His tongue slipped past her teeth and danced with hers making her body hum. She sucked gently on his probing tongue and then shamelessly reached down his pants as they continued to kiss.

Several minutes later Carole pulled her hand from his pants and looked into his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and the room was turning. Her body was on fire and she leaned in and kissed his neck.

"I need you to fuck me," Carole whispered. Her tongue flicked from her lips and she traced the outline of his ear as she moaned wantonly. She'd never been more turned on in her life. Knowing Jeremy and countless strangers had just watched her kiss and grope a gorgeous black man made her head spin and her sex throb. She felt both out of control and strangely in control. She knew what she wanted and she looked at Mike with hungry, pleading eyes.

"What about your husband?" Mike asked. His hands rested on her hips, his legs were spread slightly and Carole's pelvis was grinding insistently and shamelessly against his hard rod.

"I want him to watch you do it," she replied in a low raspy tone. She nodded and slid her hands under his shirt, feeling his taut musculature. Jeremy had a nice body, especially for a man in his late forties, but Mike was built like an Adonis with chiseled abs, bulging biceps and a sculpted chest that was as solid as granite.

"Let's go Baby," He grinned. He grabbed her hand and Carole lead him down the street. Her husband followed like an obedient puppy and she smiled. She liked her newfound power. She felt sexy, desirable and in command as she and Mike held hands for the short walk to her historic French Quarter hotel.

Jeremy's hands trembled as he fumbled with his keycard. He opened the door and stepped back to let Carole and Mike move past him into the small, classically appointed room.

Jeremy locked the door and then sat silently in the antique chair beside the dresser in the corner by the door. He watched with unblinking eyes as Carole kissed Mike like a long lost lover. She lifted his shirt off and dropped it beside her husband's feet.

Her panties were soaked and her breasts felt heavy and swollen. Her nipples strained against her sexy black bra, making it feel tight and restrictive and her cheeks were warm and flushed. She tugged at his belt, unfastened his pants and freed his big black cock.

"Oh God," she gasped wantonly. He was even bigger than Trevor had been and she licked her parched eager lips as Mike stepped out of his pants. He grinned knowingly.

"I'll be right back," he said in a velvety smooth voice. He kissed her softly and then walked to the bathroom as she quickly scrambled out of her clothes. She didn't care if he saw her new bra and panties. She was ready to feel his naked body against hers and she climbed naked onto the bed. Her heart was racing and she could feel her juices leaking from her ravenous pussy.

She laid naked on the bed with her legs spread wide. She felt tense and nervous. Her cheeks were warm and flushed with excitement. Her small nipples were taut and eager, betraying the depths of her ravenous desire and her chest heaved. She could smell the rich scent of her arousal and she wondered if Jeremy knew how excited she really was. Her lust for a beautiful black man had grown stronger each day since her trip to Mexico and she'd often wondered how much longer she'd be able to resist the draw. She'd had a few opportunities at work to cheat with black men she worked with but that had been too close for comfort. Still her imagination had conjured up countless erotic scenarios and she was eager to fulfill her taboo fantasies.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," she giggled, pretending to have second thoughts to throw her husband off. Her pretty, golden brown eyes darted towards the bathroom door and she swallowed hard as it opened. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth and she bit it playfully.

He was big, muscular and as black as night. His shiny mahogany flesh glistened and his enormous cock hung like an elephant's trunk between his powerful legs. It was a thing of beauty and she struggled to hide a portion of her utterly ravenous desire.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her pulse was racing and her sex was throbbing incessantly. She could feel her husband's wide eyes burning through her but she dared not look at him.

"Oh my god," Carole laughed. Her eyes were riveted to his cock and her mouth was agape. Her chest flushed crimson and she fought hard to tone down her reaction to his gorgeous cock.

"Don't be afraid," Mike said in a deep dark voice that made her shiver. He had calm eyes and a deep soothing voice and Carole smiled seductively at his handsome face.

"I'm not sure it'll fit," she giggled playfully but she knew from experience that she could take a big cock with ease and it felt much better than her husband's modest dick. Her wide, unblinking eyes moved from his huge cock to his boyish face and then back to his dick.

Mike grabbed his big horse cock and started to stroke it, making it grow firm with a few fast pumps. He looked into Carole's pretty eyes and climbed onto the bed. She returned his smile and spread her thick meaty thighs wider as she silently beckoned him to her. Her left hand moved slowly down her doughy midsection.

"Go slow," she sighed wistfully as her fingers spread her puffy, pink labia.

Mike rolled an extra large magnum condom onto his super sized dick and Carole groaned and her eyes fluttered. She was overwhelmed with raw lust and she shuddered as he brushed the tip against her frothy hole.

"Tease," she giggled playfully as she gazed up at him with an intense hunger in her eyes.

He nodded and pushed his fat cock into her tight cunt. Her eyes rolled back and she inhaled sharply.

"Oh fuck that's big," Carole groaned loudly as she inhaled sharply.

He fed his big black dick into her and a pained expression spread across her face. He was much thicker than Trevor had been and the pleasure and pain were equally intense.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked and Carole nodded almost dismissively. His presence excited her but it made her nervous as well and she had tried to forget that he was watching.

"Yes," she shuddered. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she crossed her ankles behind his taut, brown ass holding him deep. She could feel the pressure of his enormous cock moving her cervix out of its way and the sensation was incredible and the way his fat shaft stretched her labia was amazing but she hated the feel of latex between them.

"Oh man," she groaned in blissful agony. "I need a minute to get used to this. I've never had anything close to this big."

He paused for several seconds and then backed out until just the tip was inside her. He then slowly eased the length of his prodigious manhood back inside her tight pussy. Her face contorted and her eyes closed.

"Does it hurt?" Jeremy asked snapping her from her near euphoric state and she nodded. She looked up at Mike and grinned. He returned her grin, reading her wanton mind and he nodded knowingly.

"But it's worth it," Carole said as she ran her hands over the broad expanse of his sculpted chest. His body looked like it was carved out of granite and she could no longer contain how she felt.

He began to thrust his big dick into her with long, languid strokes and she continued to wince each time he pushed it deep. Her glassy eyes gazed up at him and her cheeks flushed. Her teeth clenched and she grunted with each thrust. She'd never enjoyed pain but it hurt so good.

"God you're gorgeous," she sighed wistfully.

"So are you." He bent down and kissed her tenderly. Her arms wrapped around his torso and her mouth opened wide, begging his tongue inside it. They kissed deep and wet and he started to move his hips faster. He was a great kisser and a fantastic fuck.

He pulled his cock all the way out and then thrust deep. Carole grunted and groaned. She heard the sound of latex snapping and the painful friction from the condom immediately disappeared. He was bareback inside of her and it felt amazing. She had used a condom with Trevor but it had been a more dangerous time of her cycle. She knew the risk of pregnancy with Mike was minimal because her period had ended two days earlier.

He continued to thrust hard and fast and an expression of pure ecstasy danced on her face. Her hips writhed and bucked and she grabbed at his hips.

"The condom broke," Mike warned sheepishly.

"I know. Don't stop," Carole hissed. Her hips bucked hard to meet his and her eyes fluttered. Her French manicured nails dug into his dark chocolate brown flesh and she cried out as she came.

She'd been married for twenty four years and her husband had never made her climax without clitoral stimulation but Mike, like Trevor before him, had done it in less than fifteen minutes. It was at that moment when Carole knew that despite what others may say, size did matter.

Mike pulled his big black cock from her frothy wet hole and she pulled him down on top of her. Their mouths met and their tongues entwined in a searing hot kiss. She was beyond ravenous and she no longer cared who knew it. She loved big black cock.

Carole kissed him hard and deep. She rolled him onto his back and laid on top of him. Her hands caressed his smooth brown flesh and she purred softly. Her lips pulled away from his and she grinned playfully. She trailed butterfly kisses along the nape of his neck and then down his chest as she wiggled between his thick, powerful legs. She kissed, nibbled and sucked on his nipples for several minutes and his giant cock nestled deliciously between her soft breasts. Then she continued her journey down his taut, muscular body.

He smiled and she grabbed hold of his rigid shaft with both hands. A bright, beaming smile danced on her lips and she moved lower as she rolled the broken condom off his big black dick.

She moaned softly and pressed her lips against his hard shaft. Her eyes closed for a moment and she breathed deep, drawing his intoxicating scent into her lungs.

"God you smell and taste amazing," she sighed as she rubbed her face against his cock and balls, smearing his scent onto her flesh. She wanted to bathe in his essence.

For the next ten minutes Carole gave a man she'd just met the most erotic and enthusiastic blow job of her life. She slurped noisily on his massive dick. She forced it into her throat and stretched her lips tight around his meaty shaft. She choked and gagged, and when her jaw was too tired to continue she straddled his waist and impaled herself on his big black cock. She knew there was no going back. The genie was out of the bottle. She loved her husband but sex and a cock like that wasn't something she could ever give up. She'd waited 47 years to experience it and she knew she'd never be truly satisfied by an average sized dick.