He eased deep and I inhaled sharply from the unfamiliar mix of pleasure mixed with pain. My face contorted and I exhaled slowly through pursed lips. He was so much bigger than my husband Kyle and that thought reminded me that my husband was right beside us on the second queen bed in the hotel room. I could feel his eyes on us, watching as Henry took me from behind, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. We had never done anything like this before. We weren't swingers. We were just a normal married couple who were caught up in a moment and having a change of life experience with a man we had just met.
"You like this big black dick don't you Baby Girl?" Henry teased as he slapped my fat round ass hard. I was a curvy woman with wide hips, a plump butt and heavy breasts. The sharp sting of his hand took my mind off the pain for a moment as he continued to stretch my pussy wide.
"I love it," I groaned in a low, raspy tone. It was a lie though. I loved the experience but his cock was too big and it hurt a lot. The friction from his latex sheathed manhood was too much despite my copious natural lube and I felt like I was being ripped apart but getting picked up in a bar with my husband by my side had been a rush unlike anything I ever experienced. It was completely unexpected and totally out of character for us both. Kyle and I were both conservative by nature and while our sex life was far from vanilla it had always been monogamous in both theory and practice.
We were in Nashville celebrating my 50th birthday. Kyle had surprised me by making all of the plans and we'd spent the day drinking beer and listening to live country music before finishing the night with a few mixed drinks at our hotel bar after a wonderful dinner. That's where we met Henry. He was at least fifteen years my junior and very attractive with a boyish face and a dazzling smile. I was shocked when he started flirting with me, not just because he was young and hot but also because he was totally unfazed by my husband's presence. He almost seemed emboldened by it. Kyle looked to be enjoying the show regardless, and after last call we took the party back to Henry's 10th floor hotel room.
The sexual tension in the room had been palpable from the start. Henry, who was a genuinely funny man, helped settle my nerves with a few well timed off color jokes as Kyle raided the minibar and mixed us up some drinks. I felt drawn to Henry in a way that I had never dreamed and he stood close as we all clinked glasses and said a cheers to new friends.
My intense attraction for Henry was very new to me. I had always been happy with Kyle. I had never felt a need for another man in fantasy or reality and I had never before been attracted to a black man. I wasn't against the idea of interracial couplings. I had a dear friend who was married to one of the sweetest men I knew and she was white while he was black. But I, myself, had never been especially attracted to black men in general. That being said, Henry was hot. He had a chiseled physique and warm, bedroom eyes. He was confident without being cocky and when he slipped his arm around my tapered waist I felt butterflies in my belly and a surge of moisture flooded my middle aged sex.
I had glanced at Kyle at that moment and we both smiled. No words were said. None were needed and I turned slowly to face Henry as my husband placed his hand on my shoulder. His reassuring touch calmed me and Henry bent down to kiss me. Our lips met and my mind went into overdrive. It was the first time I had kissed a man besides my husband in more than 25 years and my heart began to race.
The next several minutes were a whirlwind. Henry and I kissed deeply and passionately. We pawed at each other like a pair of love struck teenagers and tugged at each others clothes until we were both half naked and utterly disheveled. Kyle had stripped too and he pressed his naked body against my back sandwiching me between them as Henry's magical tongue plunged into my mouth in a torrid, knee buckling kiss. I felt my husband lower my panties past my full hips and I followed his lead. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of Henry's boxers and his giant dick sprung free. He'd made a few insinuations about his size while we were flirting but I hadn't put much weight on them. Many men boast but few back it up. Henry did and as I reached for the massive shaft I gasped. It was huge and my fingers failed to circle its girth. I couldn't believe how big it was and I grabbed it with both hands, stroking it slowly as he continued to ravage my mouth with his insistent tongue.
A few moments later I was on my knees between them. It felt surreal. The smell of sex hung in the air and I breathed deep drawing it into my lungs. My mind was reeling and my body was humming. I felt like a different person. I was no longer a wife and a devoted mother of two adult children. I was a wanton whore and I leaned forward, kissing the tip of Henry's big black dick. It was long, thick and as black as night with a pink circumcised tip that glistened with a fine sheen of precum. I was simultaneously thrilled and terrified but I had to taste him.
I looked up into his warm eyes and smiled sincerely before I ran my tongue up the length of his prodigious shaft tasting his essence. The flavor and smell of his chocolate flesh was decidedly different than that of my husband's and my body reacted to it in a visceral way. My mouth watered. My nipples hardened and my juices soaked my ravenous pussy.
I wrapped my lips around the fat head of his big, delicious cock and sucked hard, drawing his juices from it like nectar through a straw. I stroked his shaft and worshipped his glans like a subservient whore. My head bobbed and I choked and gagged each time he filled my throat. I'd never been a particularly enthusiastic dick sucker but with Henry I felt different. I didn't know if it was his size, his taste or just the fact that his was the first cock I had sucked besides Kyle's since college but I couldn't get enough. Low, involuntary moans rose from my chest and slipped from my taut lips. I began to play with my needy pussy with one hand as I devoured as much of his cock as I could. Tears streamed down my cheeks and saliva dripped from my chin. My legs began to quiver and quake as a climax built from my knowing fingers. I was close but with so much of my focus on his big beautiful dick I couldn't get over the hump.
Henry helped me to my feet and guided me onto the bed. I saw Kyle laying back with his dick in his hand and his eyes riveted on my flushed, naked body. Henry laid me back and settled between my thick thighs as I crossed my arms to hide my chubby belly.
"Don't do that Baby Girl," he said in a deep sex voice. He brushed my arms away from my body and then lowered his full lips to my swollen labia. His first lick was light, like a butterfly kiss, and I shuddered wantonly. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them up against my g spot as he continued to lick lightly around my hooded clit. He coaxed it from its sheath and I gasped. He licked it directly and I moaned. I cradled his head with my hands and my body began to tremble.
"Right there," I hissed as my back arched upward and my legs began to shake. The two pronged attack on my ravenous sex made me climax as hard as I'd ever done before and he didn't stop until the last wave of blissful pleasure had washed over me.
My voluptuous breast heaved and my eyes were half closed as he pulled his face from my happy cunt. His face glimmered from a heavy coating of my juices and he slid over me until we were face to face. His cock brushed against the mouth of my hungry hole and I whimpered like an excited puppy. He kissed me hard, letting me taste my juices on his lips and pushed his hips forward until the head of his rock hard manhood parted my engorged labia.
I wanted him badly but my voice of reason spoke first. "Do you have a condom?" I asked sheepishly and he nodded. We kissed again and then he rolled off my needy body to grab protection.
Henry rolled a magnum condom over his pulsating shaft and then flipped me onto my belly. He lifted my fat dimpled ass into the air and eased his cock inside my tight, married pussy. Sharp jolts of pain shot through me and my jaw clenched. He went slow and I was soaking wet but still it hurt. It hurt a lot and I wanted it to end. It wasn't fun and the pain outweighed the pleasure by a long shot. Each time he pushed deep I groaned in agony and when he hit bottom I winced in pain. I wanted to like it but I didn't.
He grabbed my full hips and began to thrust harder and faster. The pain dissipated for a moment but then it returned and I gritted my teeth hoping he would cum soon. I heard the snap of latex and then the pain was gone. The friction was perfect and my body began to rock back into him. My ass slapped against his pelvis and I began to moan wildly. My eyes closed and my climax built.
"Do you love Daddy's black dick?" Henry teased as he pummeled my cervix.
"I love it Daddy," I gasped honestly. No longer did I feel pain from the stretch or when he hit bottom. Everything felt good and my toes curled as I started to cum. My entire body tensed and a warm euphoria washed over me as my juices squirted from my spasmodic cunt. I'd never squirted before. I'd never believed I could but I soaked him and the bed as intense waves of pleasure washed over me repeatedly until I slumped forward with exhaustion.
"Roll over Baby Girl," Henry said with a smile. "Daddy wants to see your beautiful face when I cum."
"Yes Daddy," I grinned. I'd never understood the whole "Daddy" thing but it suddenly seemed crystal clear and I rolled onto my back with my thick, meaty thighs spread wide.
