My husband Terry has always had a fantasy about me being fucked by a black man, especially in the back of a van for some reason. He went on and on at me for ages to live out his fantasy, and I must admit, the thought of it had my juices flowing, so I decided to go along with it.
Terry said it would be a voyeur's dream to see a pretty white blonde like myself, taking a big black cock all the way up my pussy. This talk was really turning me on, and I was just as excited as he was about the whole thing. He eventually arranged for me to meet Andy, his work colleague.
Andy was gorgeous: young, fit, and very good-looking. We had a few drinks in a local bar, and it soon became clear to Andy just what we were there for.
I'd dressed just as Terry wanted, a blouse with no bra, short skirt and stockings, no knickers and high-heeled shoes.
In the bar, Andy soon had his hand running up and down my leg, and I could see that Terry was becoming more and more excited.
So, we made our way to the car park, where Terry had parked his work van in a secluded corner. Terry sat in the back, on a mattress he had put there, while Andy and I were kissing in the front. He was soon hard at work on my tits, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, while Terry sat staring at us. I couldn't really relax with him there, and his presence was a little inhibiting. But how do you tell your husband to go away because you want another man's cock in your pussy?
In the end, I had to tell him to go back to the bar for another half an hour, to let Andy and I become better acquainted.
