"My husband says I should ask you if you have a big dick," Jenny giggled as she placed her phone on the bar and smiled at the well dresses black man seated beside her. He had been flirting with her in the dimly lit hotel bar for nearly two hours and he'd been undeterred when she mentioned that she was married.
"Tell him it ain't small," he replied in a deep silky baritone while a confident smile danced on his handsome face. His expensive Italian suit was draped over broad, powerful shoulders and did little to hide his bulging biceps.
"So that stereotype is true?" Jenny replied softly. Her long, thick eyelashes batted playfully and her bottom lip curled into a sexy pout. She had been exceptionally flirtatious when she was young but she'd become reserved and conservative as a middle age mother of two.
Her pulse quickened as she lifted her iPhone from the bar top and relayed Kelvin's answer to her husband. She felt naughty and more than a little horny. She'd never been with a black man before and she was intrigued by the idea.
Jenny had grown up in the northeast in a small town with few minorities but she'd secretly wondered, for as long as she could remember, what it would be like to have sex with a black guy. They all seemed so masculine and dominant and her physical attraction to muscular, dark skinned men was undeniable. She was a playful but naturally submissive woman and the idea of being with a strong dominant black man made her wet beyond imagination.
"I'm pretty small, you might not fit," Jenny giggled with a playful smile. She tensed her thighs and a jolt of electricity shot through her needy cunt. She and her husband had been in the midst of a sexual dry spell and they hadn't fucked for almost a month before she left on a week long business trip to the west coast.
"I'll go slow," Kelvin replied quickly. He flashed his perfect white teeth and held her gaze as he nodded slowly. He knew what she wanted and he was prepared to meet her needs. He didn't care that she was married. That was her husband's problem and her husband's fault for not satisfying his sexy wife.
Jenny's phone buzzed and she glanced away from Kelvin's pretty dark eyes. She opened her husband's message and her heart raced. She and Tim had been faithfully married for fifteen years but he'd recently confessed that he sometimes fantasized about watching her with another man. She'd been shocked and a little hurt by his admission but it had also ignited a spark of curiosity inside her. That spark had led to several fantasies and her mind began to spin slowly as she looked back at Kelvin.
"What did he say?" Kelvin asked as he gestured to her phone. He looked into her big, pretty blue eyes with a smoldering expressing and watched her wrestle with indecision. He had been with a few married white women before and while he wasn't overly experienced in the cuckold lifestyle he wasn't a stranger to it either.
"He said that I should have fun," Jenny replied. Her small voice trembled with an unfamiliar mix of fear and excitement. She and Tim had had recently started talking about trying new things to spice up their sex life but she'd never dreamed he'd be okay with her having sex with a black man she'd just met in a bar.
"It's decided then," Kelvin said in a low, soothing tone. He placed his hand on top of hers and closed his thick, meaty fingers around her small, pale hand.
The heat from his hand sent a shiver down her spine and she sighed deeply. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and her body began to hum. She felt a surge of moisture saturate her hungry sex from his electric touch.
The subtle aroma of his expensive cologne wafted over her and she breathed deep, drawing it onto her lungs. Her knees felt weak and her first step was like that of a newborn fawn as she grabbed her phone with her free hand and followed him toward the door.
"Are you sure," Jenny typed quickly. Her hands were trembling and her eyes darted nervously from side to side even though she didn't know a soul in San Diego. She hit send on her phone and moments later her husband replied, in all capital letters, "yes."
Kelvin pressed the button for the floor to his room and then turned to face Jenny. He was a foot taller than the short curvy brunette and she shuddered as her eyes traveled down from his dark, sexy eyes to the impressive bulge in his slacks.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose to attention and she brushed her fingers against his crotch, feeling his big imposing cock. Her husband had a nice cock. It wasn't especially large but it was a snug fit in her tight little pussy and touched the right places.
The elevator chimed and Kelvin stepped aside letting her out of the car. He placed his big strong hand on her shoulder and guided her to the right. She could feel the strength of his grip and it excited her. Her head was spinning and she breathed steadily as they paused while he opened the door to his room.
Jenny reached for his pants as the hotel room door closed but he brushed her hand away and gave her a stern, serious look. "You'll get cock when I say so. Do you understand?" He barked in a firm, commanding tone. His confident, dominance sent shivers down her spine and Jenny nodded.
"Yes Sir," she answered meekly. She had never really been with a true dominant but she'd long known that she was naturally submissive. Most of her knowledge of BDSM was from the 50 Shades of Gray series and while she knew from the online reviews that it wasn't especially accurate it gave her an idea of what to expect and how to act. "I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again."
Kelvin grinned menacingly and nodded. "It had best not or you'll spend the night with your ass in the air getting smacked. Now take your clothes off and show me the goods," he boomed with a demanding shake of his head. He was twice divorced and in his early 50s, though he looked much younger. His past marriages had taught him a lot about himself and about women. He knew what he wanted and he demanded it in no uncertain terms. It was an attitude that served him well socially and professionally and the women he'd met seemed to respond to it.
"Yes Sir, thank you," Jenny replied. She giggled nervously and lifted her low cut cotton shirt over her head. Her big, natural DD cup breasts jiggled inside of her black lace Victoria Secret bra and her chest warmed as it flushed under his penetrating gaze. She felt another surge of wetness flood her pussy as she reached behind her and unfastened the bra, letting it slide down her arms and fall to the floor.
"You've got nice tits but I knew you did. Your stomach is tight for a breeder too. That's good. Take your pants off and show me your ass," He said calmly. He back up to the bed and sat down as he watched her with a keen, discerning eye.
"Yes Sir," Jenny replied. She was surprised at how natural it felt calling him Sir and she smiled warmly. It was surreal and dreamlike as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down past her wide hips. She'd been a petite, busty girl in her twenties but a largely sedentary lifestyle and giving birth to two children had conspired against her and she was a curvy 50 pounds heavier than when she had married her husband.
