Anniversary Confession 1

Anniversary confession

After being married for over 30 years, I decided to tell my husband about a casual relationship I had in my mid 20s.

We both were well aware that we both were not innocent sexually when we got married. In fact, we had both been very sexually active, and we open about that fact. He had even been married briefly before, and I had a few casual relationships that we both openly discussed. I had even told him about my brief sexual relationship with another woman.

I had graduated high school in the early 80s and sent three years splitting my time going to college and working. By 1987, I was sharing a home with some girl friends, outwardly I was the good single girl. I visited my parents a few times a week, went to church, I had a couple of casual relationships, boyfriends that our dating was more of a convenience to them than it was a true relationship for me.

I was working as a secretary at a medical office and taking classes at a local community college. During this time, myself and a group of girlfriends started going to the Red Onion, and bar chain in the area.

I am 5'4, and at that time I weighed about 120 pounds, have 38D chest and a curvy figure with a little plump butt. (I still do, but a few extra pounds now that I am in my 50s)

I had a wilder side, and had an occasional one night stand with men I met when I was out with girlfriends. Mainly those ended up me giving them a blow job in the parking lot of a bar or occasionally ending up fucking back at my room I rented at a house I shared with some other friends. Thank goodness I was on the pill during that time before I was married.

While we normally went to the Red Onion down by the beach, one Friday after work a few of us decided to try one in Lakewood. It would have been a small group of only 3 of us going.

I drove home, showered and changed. Heels, deep V neck top and tight spandex, what every single woman wore in the mid-80s.

I got there and went it. I found one co-worker, but the other girl never showed up. After a couple of drinks and dancing with some guys, my friend excused herself and had to head home.

Before I finished my drink, and black man came over and asked me to dance. He seemed really nice, and I took him up on his offer. After dancing for awhile, he sat with me and talked. His name was Micheal. He bought us both drinks and we spend a couple of hours flirting and dancing.

Micheal was about 6 feet tall, and pretty well build. He told me that he lived in Long Beach, and worked construction while we was going to CalState Long Beach.

Before I left, he asked if I would like to go out the next night. I had never gone out with a black man on a date before, but I was kind of attracted to him, so we exchanged phone numbers.

The next day, after running some errands and doing laundry, I noticed a phone message left on my answering machine. It was him about the date. He wanted to pick me up after 8 and wanted to know if I like to go dancing again.

I called him back and gave him directions to my house. I remember that I wanted to look nice for my first interracial date. I wore a red dress that came to just above the knees, but had a low cut neck line. I wore a black bra, pantyhose with no panties so I did not show any panty lines, and black heels.

Micheal showed up and we talked as he drove us to a club in Long Beach, near downtown.

We were there for awhile, having drinks and dancing. We tried to talk but the crowd and music was just too loud to carry on a conversation. Dancing, he did run his hands over my ass, and I could feel a bulge in his pants passing into my body.

A few drinks and a couple of shots into the night, I found my self kissing him, and both of us exploring each other under the table.

As he drove me home, his hand explored under my dress, and in the drive way of the house, we made out briefly.

A few days later, he left a message again about a second date. I called him back and we made plans for the following weekend. I had a date with those guy I had been seeing on occasion already for the coming Friday. (Which was it's normal boring time).

The following weekend, I waited for Micheal to pick me up. This time I wore a black short skirt, black tank top and strapless bra, and red heels. Once more, he brought me a single flower.

He took me to club in Long Beach near the college for drinks and to dance. We left that club and went to a smaller bar, sitting in the back with our drinks, in the booth, as me made out, I started to struck his cock through his pants.

I remember his hand up my skirt and a finger fondling though my pantyhose to feel my wet pussy. I think I may have been to one to say get a room.

We walked across the street to a small motel and he got a room while I waited out side.

Once in the room, things turned different.

Micheal told me almost at once to get on my knees, he stepped in from of me and took his shirt off, unzipped his fly and I was face time face with the largest cock I had seen.

His black shaft ended with a wide mushroom head and I could feel pop between my lips and a sucked and fucked his cock with my mouth.

As I started to suck on it, I was almost mesmerized by my white hands stroking it at the same time. I could not take it deep, I don't think I could ever get more than half in my mouth without gagging.

Suddenly, Micheal grabbed my head and started to fuck me mouth, as I drew back, he shot a load at my lips and over my chest and tank top. He cum was salty and I remember how warm and much much there was.

I stripped down and we got into bed. He dove into me pussy with his fingers and licked me across my clit. Then moved up and I started to stroke and then suck his cock alive again so he could fuck me. Micheal pulled away, sat back and took a lubricated condom out and rolled it down his cock.

Micheal moving between my legs, I could feel his mushroom head cock push into my pussy. As wet as it was, at first it hurt till it finally pushed into me.

Micheal started slow and them built up fucking me. The deep thrusts took my breath away and in between the louder I became. I started to cum, I pushed against him. then Micheal left out a loud noise, with two deep thrusts, I could feel him cum.

As he with drew, the condom was filled with his cum. Taking it off him, the cum ran out on my hands, so I licked it and took a taste of it again.

When Micheal finally dropped my off, I walked in my house with my pantyhose in my purse, bare foot carry my heels and cum stains on my tank top.

Over the course of the next year, I would go out with Micheal maybe a half dozen more times. Mostly to have a few drinks, and to a motel to fuck for a few hours.

One message he left during this time, he asked if I would wear a shirt skirt and a very low tank top, something revealing.

I wore the shirt black mid thigh skirt, bought black thigh high nylons and a white tank top. I did not wear a bra and only slipped a g-string on. I finished it with black heels, and a black leather jacket.

First stop was a small dive bar in Norwalk, where I got some looks and attention. We sat at the back and Micheal got us both drinks and a shot each. Under the table, he could not keep his hands from tracing the nylon tops. We went to play some pool and even tipsy, I could feel Micheal and men watching me every time I bent over to shoot.

I remember being very horny and very wet when we left for the next bar. On the way, Micheal pulled into some industrial buildings and I was bent over the hood, skirt up and his black cock fucking me from behind. This time with out a condom on, as he started to cum, I could feel the hot cum slide out with his cock and start to run down my leg.

Back in the car, we pulled across the street and down the block to a topless club, another first for me that night. At some point from the first bar, to the parking lot fucking to the topless bar, I had lost the nylons.

All I could think of as we sat down and Micheal order us two drinks and two shots was, here I was, a quiet white girl, that was just parade around a bar like a slut, now sitting in a topless bar with my black friend, who's cum was dripping down my leg.

I enjoyed myself, watching all the men in there, many taking glances back at me or us, a few couples and mainly the girls. I was getting turned on watching them dance and tipping them.

He had a motel already picked out, one we had been using before. Naked in the room, I knelt inform of him and sucked his cock, licking the mix of damp cum and my pussy juices off him. I had at least started to swallow some of his cum when she released on my mouth by then.

In bed, he started out fucking me from behind and playing with my ass. As I started to cum, I screamed, this time I remember being so turned and excited after what he had did with me that night.

For the rest of the night, we fucked a few more times, I would suck his cock hard and then fuck in a few different positions. This was the only time I stayed out all night with Micheal.

Early the next morning, He drove me home. I walked in missing the g-string and the nylons I was wearing when I left the night before.

My roommates did not know who this Micheal was, and one of them was up early to watch me wonder in. She made a comment about a good night and just smiled and I went to shower and then to bed.

After about a year of clandestine dates, the fling with Micheal ran it's course. We both moved on in life.