This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories.
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"Where would you like to go?" I said.
"Let's just stay here awhile and talk, I want us get to know one another, I want to learn all about you." He said.
He then said, "I understand that you have been with a black man before."
I said, "Yes."
He said, "Was it a enjoyable experience?"
I said, "Yes it was."
He said, "What made you decide to have extra-martial sex?"
I said, "It was my husband's idea. He wanted to see me have sex with other men. He thought it would liven up our sex life, and make him a better lover."
He said, "Do you enjoy having sex with the other men? Having the variety, different techniques, the different cock lengths, the various thickness and shapes."
I said, "Yes, the variety is good; some are better than others of course, and I like the naughtiness of it."
He said, "What does your husband do, when your having sex with the other men?"
I said, "He watches, jerks off and joins in when the other guy is taking a breather."
He said, "Then he prefers to be more of a voyeur than a participant?"
I said, "Yes, he has a 7" cock, gives me my orgasms and we have great sex together afterwards." All this talk about sex was making me horny as hell, my thong was soaking wet. I wish he would take me in his strong arms and kiss me passionately, while using his hands and fingers to ravish my body. I moved in my seat, while at the same time edging closer to him. If he wouldn't make the first move, then I would.
He said, "Was sex better with Derek than with the others."
"You know Derek." I said.
"Barbara told me. She said you were disappointed that his wife only lets him seek out his swinger friends a couple times a month, and that you wanted to see him again."
"Well then, Barbara must have told you, what I told her about Derek?"
He said, "I want to hear it from you."
I said, "The sex I enjoyed with him, was different than with other men. The naughtiness of having sex with a black man, was so taboo. The color contrast of our bodies, watching his black cock disappears within my white pussy. Of course his length and thickness was a plus also." My eyes must have been glazed over and my body numb as I was reliving the experience, because James had moved over towards me and placed his lips on mine, pushing his long snake-like tongue between my lips, searching out my tongue. My body was tingling right down to my toes. My arms were pinned by his, and I struggled to wrap my arms around him also, showing him that I wanted him too. Our tongues danced with each other, exploring each others-mouth, moaning, sometimes groaning, and letting each other know our desires for the other.
After about five minutes, our mouths still firmly glued to each-others, I felt his fingers unbuttoning my husband's shirt, to bare my heaving breasts. I relaxed my hold on him, and helped him with my buttons from the other end and lowered the zipper on the side of my skirt. Once he had my shirt open, bra snaps loose, his mouth left mine, and he lowered his mouth to suck my breasts. He sucked, nibbled, bit, and squeezed my nipples so much, that I couldn't tell if it was pain or extreme pleasure. After several minutes, his hand drifted south and pulled up my skirt, his fingers pulling my wet thong aside and inserting two of his fingers, stroking and exploring my pussy. After about ten more minutes of kissing, sucking my tits, and probing my cunt, he paused, took a couple deep breaths, and said,
"Do you like what I'm doing, do you like kissing a black man, having me touch your body so intimately?"
"Yes, yes." I said.
"Do you want to see what I'm carrying for you? Do you want to see my black cock, and have it fuck you better than you've ever be fucked before?" He said.
"Yes!" I said.
I changed my position in my seat, beneath the fabric of his pants, was a tubular bulge. I unbuckled his belt, released the clasp, and began to slowly lower his zipper, being careful not to get it caught in the mechanism. Having it completely down, I slowly reached into the opening and my hand froze in place. My hand expecting to find a cock, like the other men I had sex with, maybe a bit bigger; I found something three times thicker than the average cock.
James raised up a bit, and lowered his pants to his knees, and said "Take it, hold it your hand, stroke it, feel a real man's cock, it is not a dick or a penis, like some of the other men you have had."
