I have not made a practice of openly cuckolding my husband, Tom.
However, there is a very attractive black man, who lives close to us; that I just can't say no to!
My husband doesn't like him, and has never encouraged me in this endeavor, but I have "dated" Jon, on and off, for the past year or so.
Jon and I have known each other for years, and he would always tease me by flirting, making suggestive remarks and inviting me to drop by his house.
He knows I am really attracted to him, and he plays on that every time he sees me.
I always feel like a giddy school girl around him.
After our conversations, I'm usually embarrassed about how I had acted, and things that I said. My god, I find myself practically throwing myself at the man, every time!
I have told myself that I shouldn't be openly flirting with this big, gorgeous man, but those thoughts are always suppressed by the fact that my panties are always wet after talking to him.
He is a baseball coach for the local amateur leagues, and I started talking to him when our kids played on the leagues in high school.
My husband, Tom, has never liked him for some reason. Probably because his wife can't stop flirting with him, and he sees that look in my eyes when talk about "My favorite coach".
One afternoon, about a year ago, Tom and I went to a local baseball game, because we like to support the teams.
During the game, while on my way to the ladies room, I ran into Jon, behind the concession stand.
I hadn't seen him in awhile and I greeted him with a hug.
He held me tight against his muscular body, and I felt his hands on my back. Of course my breasts were against his muscular chest and I could those powerful arms!
We were alone back there, and he held me longer than would be consider appropriate for a married woman, and a handsome single man, to an observer.
In my ear, that deep, manly voice was saying, "I'm giving you this black dick before you leave here today -- it's time I take that pussy from your shrimp dick husband."
Then he kissed me! His lips capturing mine as he thrust his thick, wet tongue between them, and sucked lightly before breaking the kiss.
I was surprised, thrilled and completely on FIRE for him, to say the least. I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest! It Left my entire body trembling and my panties wet...again.
"Come to the equipment room after the game," he said. It wasn't a request or invitation, it was a demand.
He turned and walked away before I could respond, and I bit my lip as I watched him walk, admiring his muscular ass in those tight baseball pants and the way his powerful shoulders and bulging back fill out his baseball shirt.
Then I noticed that Tom - my husband - was standing at the end of the sidewalk. He saw the whole thing, but I wasn't worried about that. He enjoys watching me kiss other men, especially if they're black.
Tom was visibly upset, but he is very aware of my attraction to black men, has always encouraged that, and has been put in his place by more than one of my lovers. He accepts my weakness and desire for Black alpha males, and has been a cuckold for many years.
Jon had to walk past where Tom was standing, on the way back to the field. As he passed, he said something to Tom that I couldn't hear. I did, however, see Tom's face sort of twist up and turn red, like he was mad and wanted to say something, but I knew he wouldn't.
Jon laughed and continued to the field. Tom watched him go through the gate, then turned and came walking over to me, visibly shaken.
"He told me you are going to be home, late, Dee, what's that all about?!!"
I laughed, trying to think of a good response, and I suddenly said, "I told him our company wanted to make a donation to the team fund and I would meet him in the equipment room after the game." I hesitated, then said, "I don't think it will take very long..."
"Was that before or after he kissed you?"
Now I was starting to get irritated. All I have on my mind is being with Jon, and here's my husband upset that I kissed him. Wonder how mad he's going to be later, when I kiss him with the taste of Jon's cum on my lips?!
I looked at him, still feeling the power of being in Jon's arms, and said,
"During our kiss, when I was feeling that thick cock of his through his shorts. He is fuckin' huge, Tom, and I can't wait to feel that cock inside of me! So, I made up the donation story so I would have a reason to be in there alone with him."
Tom started to say something, but I continued, "So Guess what, cowboy, you're getting ready to pay a thousand dollars for some black dick for your wife!"
I cupped my palm over Tom's crotch, squeezing him firmly.
"I can't wait to feel his cock inside of me!"
I squeezed a little harder, "Can you imagine how my pussy's going to look, stretched around that thick cock of his?"
I kissed my husband, slid my tongue in his mouth and continued to massage his weenis (What I call his small penis, because it's like a penis, but smaller! LOL)
"Can you taste him on my lips, baby? I'll give you another kiss after he is finished with me, and let you taste his cum on my lips. You're okay with that, right, sweetie?"
He looked at me sheepishly, and said, "Do I really have a choice?"
I shook my head and smiled as I responded, letting go of his crotch.
"No. I was just being polite. You know I'm going to fuck him. I know you don't like him, but you're just going to have to deal with that, because I'm going to be in the equipment room after the game!"
I continued, "You can stay and wait for me, or go home and wait for me. Your choice."
As he turned and stomped away I said, "Please don't be mad, Tom..."
He was around halfway around the corner by then, and I turned to walk over and stand by the fence, where Jon was coaching.
Jon looked hotter than usual to me - Strong legs, strong body, tight shorts that showed his muscular ass and I could clearly see that thick bulge in his shorts! I could see how muscular his back and chest are through the thin material of his jersey, and, of course, his bulging biceps, thick forearms and big, strong hands!
I know I mentioned all of that before, but it was worth repeating! Jon is a big, sexy man!
My panties were already wet, and getting all little more incomfortable, with me just standing there looking at him!
Athletic men have always turned me on, anyway, and I just couldn't take my eyes off him. He came over by the fence, where I was standing, and talked to me between innings. He kept telling me how pretty and sexy I looked and how he couldn't wait to get me alone. He complimented my long legs, my ass, my hair and my smile. My heart was racing!
