Seduced Into Infidelity

I was a 27 year old newlywed when I went to Las Vegas for a teaching conference. Like most conferences it was a boondoggle and a total shit show but I didn't mind. I was young and just wanted to enjoy my first work trip to its fullest. I managed to win a little money playing black jack and then dressed up in a tight shiny silver dress to hit the clubs. I was never a big dancer but when in Rome.

I'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner and I had a bit of a buzz when I got to the club but I made a bee line for the bar and ordered a vodka and cranberry, which was my drink of choice at the time.

I was waiting for my drink when a big, muscular black guy walked up to me an smiled. I'd never really been into black guys but this guy was built and he had a million watt smile. He introduced himself as Andre and then told the bartender to put my drink on his tab. I tried to decline but he insisted and said "no strings Baby Girl. You're beautiful and I wanted to spread the love."

I laughed and thanked him. Then we started to talk. He was very well spoken and he had a great sense of humor. He made me laugh and before I knew it I was standing at his table with three of his friends, who were all tall, muscular and as black as night.

I finished my drink and Andre ordered a round of Patron shots to which I couldn't say no because I loved Patron. After the shot I was really buzzing and that's when Andre literally dragged me onto the dance floor.

We started dancing and let me say, the man could dance. His body moved in ways that no mortal man's should and I just tried to keep up. I was doing my best to keep my physical distance while not appearing rude but we kept bumping hips and eventually I gave in and let him touch my arms and hips. He knew that I was married and I'd made it clear when we were talking that I love my husband and I had no intension of doing anything with Andre or anyone else and we were just dancing so I figured it was innocent.

Andre had stamina, much more than me, and we danced for 90 minutes straight. He did get a bit handsy at times but I pushed his hands away from my ass when he did. I did let him hold my hips and he also ground against me a few times which was not okay but I was kind of hot at the same time. I'd already decided not to tell my husband about Andre and I figured it would be fine as long as I left when we finished dancing.

I was exhausted when we finally went back to the table. Andre went to the bar to get another round of drinks and I asked for a water too. While he was gone his friends teased me about the way Andre and I were dancing together and then showered me with compliments, which, if I'm honest, I didn't hate. It wasn't every day a bunch of hot, educated guys hit on me. I am cute but in a school teacher way and they were way out of my league.

I was blushing furiously when Andre returned to the table with our drinks, my water and another round of shots.

"I probably shouldn't," I said rather non-committally but they goaded me and I gave in and downed the shot with them.

That shot went straight to my head and while wasn't drunk my best judgement was certainly compromised. Andre and I tried to talk a bit but the club had gotten louder and more crowded. He asked if I wanted to dance but I said that I was too tired and that I should probably be going since I did have a seminar in the morning. He offered to get me an uber and then we went outside to wait. He was a really nice guy and I felt much safer waiting with him than I'd have felt alone.

When the uber arrived, against my better judgment, I gave him my snapchat. Then he looked into my eyes, put his hands on my hips and kissed me. My head was spinning and I resisted for a moment before I gave into temptation and kissed him back. We kissed deeper and wetter until the uber driver honked and we both climbed into the car together.

It was a short 5 or 10 minute ride and we kissed again and Andre's hand moved to my leg. I pushed it away but kissed him deeply and when he rubbed my thigh, even higher, I gave in and let him. We kissed and his hand crept slowly up my leg until he was rubbing my pussy through my little thong panties. I knew that they were wet and I was sure he could tell. He knew that I was into him. There was no hiding it but he probably knew that before we started dancing. He was hot and we were, after all, in Las Vegas, Sin City.

The uber pulled in front of my hotel and I tried to straighten my dress. I was sure my lipstick and makeup were both a mess. I glanced at the mirror and the driver, Dinesh from India, smiled knowingly making me blush furiously.

"Do you want to come up?" I whispered softly and Andre nodded. We both knew what that meant and I laughed nervously for a second before I leaned in and kissed his neck, tasting the salt of his sweaty flesh. "Do you have a condom? I'm not on the pill."

Andre nodded again and I smiled. "Good," I giggled before we climbed out of the Prius uber. I grabbed his hand and we walked into the Venetian Hotel and Casino like we were boy and girlfriend.

I led Andre through the casino and to the bank of elevators then waited for a lift to arrive with his hand in mine. I had butterflies in my stomach and my body was tingling from head to toe when the elevator finally arrived. I wanted to kiss him badly when we stepped inside but we weren't alone so I refrained. But Andre was not bound by my sensibilities and he cornered me in the back of the elevator and kissed me hard, taking the breath from my lungs as his tongue entwined with mine.

I was breathing heavily and my heart was racing when we stepped onto my floor. My room was just a short walk from the elevator and my hands were shaking as I fished my key card from my clutch.

Andre wasted little time and scooped me effortlessly into his powerful arms. He carried me to the bed and laid me down before he lifted his shirt over his head. He had, by far, the nicest body of any man I'd been with and my jaw dropped as I admired his physique. Then he unsnapped his pants and dropped them to the floor leaving him in just a pair of black boxers, socks and a wide smile.

"Holy fuck you are hot," I laughed as I soaked in his beauty. I hadn't before that night found black men particularly appealing but as I looked at him I could not fathom why. He was utterly flawless and I hesitated taking my dress off because I felt frumpy next to him.

Andre was undaunted by my hesitation and he coaxed my butt up off the mattress before sliding my dress up my body and over my head. My dress had not allowed me to wear a bra and Andre smiled when he saw my heavy and totally natural breasts. My eager nipples stiffened in the air conditioned room and my cheeks flushed crimson as he looked me up and down like a piece of meat. His dark eyes glimmered with desire and I beckoned him in for another deep, wet kiss. His soft supple lips felt amazing and I secretly hoped they'd find their way elsewhere on my ravenous body.

Andre bent down and kissed me. His tongue slithered into my open mouth and his hand slipped inside my panties. He pushed his fingers inside my frothy hole and I moaned wantonly into his warm mouth. My body was on fire and my hand moved instinctively to his dick. It felt impressive and he was not yet completely hard. I was anything but a size queen and, in fact I'd only been with three men in my life, but Andre had the nicest dick of them all. I quickly removed his boxers so I could play with it while we kissed.

He finally joined me on the bed and pulled my thong down my slightly chunky thighs, exposing my smooth, freshly waxed pussy. Then he settled between my legs, spread my labia and lowered his sexy mouth to my drooling pussy. He pushed two fingers deep inside me and curled them up towards my g spot as he sucked my entire pussy clit and hood into his hungry mouth. His technique was exquisite and I cupped his smooth shaved head in my hands as he sent me into orbit. His tongue flicked across my hard clit. His fingers massaged my g spot and stretched my labia and my breathing labored until I cried out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. My toes curled and my body tensed and then trembled with sweet relief as my climax ebbed.

I pushed him away from my hypersensitive clit and rolled onto my side. I guided him onto his back and looked him over like a hungry lioness eying her prey. His semi erect and unclipped cock called to me and I took it into my eager mouth. I tasted the briny essence of his precum mixed with his salty sweat and the combination was divine. His taste and smell were powerful aphrodisiacs and I sucked and stroked him until he was rock hard. He had a big, heavy cock with a perfect proportion of length to girth. It was pretty and it glistened from my saliva. I needed him inside me and I looked around for the condom.

"It's in my pocket Baby Girl," Andre said with a wide, knowing smile and I scrambled to retrieve it. I unrolled it down his shaft, gave it a loving squeeze and then straddled his trim waist. I reached back and guided him to the entrance of my sex and eagerly impaled myself on his harness.

"Fuck that feels good," I groaned. He was much thicker than my husband and I felt completely stuffed. Despite my copious natural lube I felt a great deal of friction because he was so girthy but I sat down hard, taking him to the hilt.

I looked down at his handsome face and leaned in for a kiss as I rocked slowly, letting my pussy get used to his size. My breasts swung for and aft and my breathing fell in time with my long, deep strokes.

My pace quickened and the bed groaned as my body slammed against him harder and faster until I climaxed again. I'd always cum fastest on top and I rode him hard until the waves of pleasure stopped.

Andre flipped me onto my back. He had fire in his eyes and a devilish smile on his handsome face.

"Now it's my turn to drive," he laughed as he fisted his latex encased black dick.

"Please," I whimpered softly. I wasn't sure why I said that but it's how I felt. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed it and he slapped his cock against my pussy with a dull, wet thud. Then he rubbed the tip up and down my slit until I squirmed and writhed beneath him. My body twitched each time his cock flicked across my clit, intensifying my neediness.

He kept teasing me and working me into a frenzy. He stirred my honeypot with his big black dick until I was a ravenous babbling mess and when I felt like I couldn't take another second of his delicious torture he plunged deep. It felt so good and my eyes rolled back into my head as a deep, guttural moan rose from my chest. I scraped my freshly manicured nails on his chocolate hips, coaxing him faster and he didn't disappoint.

Andre propped his torso up on his outstretched arms and pounded me like a jackhammer until I came hard, soaking his flesh with my creamy juices. Then he effortlessly flipped me onto my belly and straddled my legs and entering me from behind. I heard the snap of latex breaking and my pleasure increased immeasurably. The abrasive latex on skin contact was replaced by skin on lubricated skin and I started to quiver and quake beneath him as another climax rocked my world.

He fucked me in that position with the remnants of the latex condom at the base of his dick through several more smallish orgasms. I was physically exhausted and completely sated when he warned me that he was going to cum. I looked back over my shoulder at him and grinned.

"Please don't cum inside me," I said weakly and he pulled out moments later, painting my plump heart shaped ass with his hot seed. It had been the best sex of my life and I surprisingly felt no guilt or remorse, even after I'd cleaned up and Andre had kissed me goodbye.