I have been thinking about this for awhile now, and decided I am going to tell my secret. I am going to tell this story about secretly meeting up with Larry, without my husbands knowledge.
My husband and I acted on a fantasy about me getting fucked by a black guy while he watched. We did this twice with a guy named Larry.
After the second time we went on with our lives. I think we both enjoyed it, and it was out of our system. I was wrong.
Months went by and I couldn't stop fantasizing about being fucked by Larry. When I was alone and masterbating, I routinely thought of Larry hitting all the right spots while fucking me.
Now if you remember my husband's two prior stories you know that Larry isn't some young stud.
Larry is in his 50's. He is 6' 2" and around 250 lbs. He is bald and has grey facial hair that's groomed nicely. He does have a bit of a belly, but he would be considered a sexy old guy. Larry is a maried man and I was his first white woman.
I know I had an agreement with my husband that the two prior hookups happened with both our blessings. I never went behind his back before, until now. The first two stories were told by him. This is my story.
It had been several months since I had sex with a black man while my husband watched. I have been fantasizing a lot about Larry lately. He gave me two incredible experiences that I still think about.
I still can't believe I acted on the fantasy without planning it.
My name is Jen and I am in my early 40's. I am in good shape, 5'5, 130 lbs. I have dark colored hair and my breasts are nice and round. They sit high up still thanks to the breast implants I received a few years ago. I like to keep a nice bush that is dark in color.
I didn't think I would do this again. I am still happily married with 3 kids. I wondered if I could really do this without my husband there with me and watching? Would it be safe? Would I enjoy it?
The other night in bed my husband asked me if I think about those nights with Larry.
I said "What kind of question is that? Of course I do." I instantly thought about saying the old black guy that fucked the shit out of me, and gave me some of the best orgasms I ever had, but I didn't say that. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I love my husband and think we still have good sex, but what Larry did to me was on another level. I was definitely thinking about it.
He tells me that he ran into Larry today and they talked for awhile.
"What did you guys talk about?" I asked a little excitedly.
"He's moving to Ohio. His wife wants to move near her mother. He's leaving this Thursday or Friday."
I said "Tell him good luck with the move, if you see him again."
"I don't know if I will, but that guy still has the hots for you. He couldn't stop talking about those nights we had. He kept telling me how lucky I was to have such a beautiful woman. And boldly commenting about your pretty pussy.
I tried to hide my blushing. I felt a tingle in my pussy. I said "Stop it. He didn't just start talking about that."
He did. He wanted to know how you are and started talking about how great it would be to maybe get to do it again.
We both got excited talking about Larry and starting messing around in bed. My husband gave me a good fucking and I had a good orgasm. He finished right after me and rolled over and fell asleep.
I was lying there and thought "I don't know about him, but I was fantasizing about Larry's big black cock pounding me during sex. The fucking that man gave me those two times. He touched me in places that made me cum so hard."
The next two days were on repeat. Get up, go to work, go to kids sporting games, come home, and go to bed. All the while I thought about black dick. I don't know why but there is something about what a black dick does inside you. I can't explain it but it just does something to you. I was so horny since we talked about Larry.
On Thursday morning I woke up after having some erotic dreams. I showered and got ready for work. I put on a black skirt that stopped a little above my knees. I went with my new light blue silk blouse. I put on matching blue panties and topped it off with some black heels.
At work I kept daydreaming about my dreams last night. I have been so horny since my husband brought up Larry and hearing about him talking about me.
After a long day that dragged by, I was off. I went to my car. I have a Jeep SUV with tinted windows. I cranked the a/c on. It was another hot day. While sitting and waiting for car to cool I had a thought. What if I just drive by Larry's apartment building? Stop it I thought. I need to go home and take a cold shower.
I was driving home thinking about how I would like Larry to fuck me really good one last time.
I know it's crazy. I am married. I can't do that without my husbands permission, but I found myself turning away from home and driving toward that apartment complex.
I pulled into the complex. I started to get nervous. I didn't know what I was going to do. It's 5:30pm and still sunny outside. The complex has mostly black residents and I would stick out like a sore thumb. Good thing my windows are dark.
I remembered Larry's building. I had a rush of emotions. I remembered this was where I first had sex with a black man. Inside that building in Larry's apartment my husband sat on a chair watching his wife get fucked by a black man.
I try to find a parking space across from his building. I wanted to see his apartment that is on the second floor. I found a spot and backed in so I can see.
I sat there nervously with all kinds of thoughts racing through my mind. I then got cold feet and was going to leave. I was just about to drive away when I saw him. What are the odds of that?
Larry exited the building. He was wearing a white Tshirt and black athletic shorts. He stopped outside the front steps, and lit one of those little skinny cigars I see a lot of black guys smoking. He had a bag of garbage he was taking to trash can.
I couldn't believe this. I wondered what to do. I didn't think he saw me, and then I froze.
Larry is looking directly at me. It's obvious he recognizes my car. He stares a little harder and I see the recognition on his face. His eyes open a little wider and he looks around. He points toward the garbage dumpster on side of the building.
I put my car in drive and pull out. I drive to the side of building. There are a lot of open spaces here. I pull in forwards and park. I leave engine running and put my window down. I was shaking I was so nervous.
Larry threw the garbage bag into dumpster and looked around again. He then leaned against my door and looked into my open window.
He said "Hey pretty lady, What the hell are you doing here? Is your husband here too?"
I hesitated a moment and said "It's just me."
He took a quick look at my tits and then a longer look at my legs. My skirt was riding up showing some thigh. He looked me in the eyes and said "You really are beautiful. Can I ask why you're here?"