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.
