On the flight home from California, my thoughts and emotions were running high. I could not believe what had happened. It was maybe the most erotic and wild thing I had ever done sexually (well at least since I had been married - there was a couple of threesomes after college with a boyfriend and his buddy!). I had thought about what Tyler has said that I was a "hotwife' and a "queen of spades". I sort of knew what a hotwife was but was not sure about the "queen of spades" thing. I googled both in the Uber to the airport and I confirmed what I thought "hotwife" meant and was flattered by the comment. When I looked up "queen of spades" and learned that it is typically a married white woman that enjoys sex with well-hung black men. I blushed when I read it and it made me get that ache in my pussy all over again. I guess Tyler was right. I really liked fucking and sucking his big black cock so much and wanted it do it again so I guess the "queen of spades" moniker fit!
I dozed off almost as soon as the plane engines started up. I was exhausted from my "queen of spades experience". I awoke when the plane touched down. We live in a southeastern US city and my husband was going to pick me up at the airport. I had not told him about my tryst with Tyler and now I had to figure out whether to do it or keep it a secret. I have never kept secrets from my husband (although I never told him about the threesomes after college - but then again, he never asked). I knew that my fucking Tyler would probably turn him on since that is one of his fantasies, to see me fuck a well-hung black guy but I was still unsure. What if he really just wanted it to be a fantasy but not really come true? Would he be hurt? Would he want to leave me? I was very confused about what to do.
He greeted me at baggage claim and gave me a big kiss. "Wow, you look great and you have some sort of glow about you", he said. I could feel my face turn warm but wasn't sure if it was from the compliment or from that well fucked feeling.
I blushed and gave him a playful poke in the ribs but it was as if he sensed something. We made small talk at baggage claim and once we got my bag and headed to the car, he repeated, "you look really hot, I guess I haven't seen you in a week so I have been missing you, but I love your haircut and your nails of course!" He winked at me, all I could do was smile, and wonder, maybe I should tell him about Tyler.
On the ride home, he asked me if I had met anyone new at the conference that I might want to collaborate with. He is always curious about what goes on at these academic conferences. He is in the financial services field and is fairly successful. He has clients around the country and often goes to conferences or meetings that his firm puts on for their clients to meet with financial service professionals. His conferences are often a lot more fun than mine from the times I have accompanied him on such trips. I told him that I had met a few new people including a few potential collaborators for my research. Soon we arrived at home. Exhausted, I went inside, went straight to our bedroom, and got into a comfortable pair of pajamas. Our kids, two of them, are young adults, having graduated college and off charting their way in the world so, it was just us at home.
I came back downstairs and my husband had poured a tall glass of white wine for me. Just what I needed to relax! We sat in our family room and he turned on the TV to a ball game. He represents some former professional athletes so he was always watching some sport or another. He nursed his bourbon as I flipped through a magazine. "So tell me about these potential collaborators?" I was taking a sip of wine as he said it and I choked a little bit. He said "are you are alright, I didn't know that it was that difficult of a question!" He laughed and handed me a napkin.
I told him "yes, I met several professors that shared the same research interests and we are planning to write a grant together and possibly collaborate on some papers for academic journals."
He replied, "Oh the usual boring stuff. I know the one night I called you were out at dinner. Who were you with?"
I told him that I was out with Tyler, a professor at a northeastern university. I could feel my face getting warm again as I thought about Tyler pounding me with that big cock. "So tell me about Tyler" my husband said.
So I explained that Tyler was a former basketball player in college and had gone to Chapel Hill where he did post-doc work and had been interested in my research ever since. I told him that Tyler was in his mid 30's and seemed to be an up and coming academic. My husband then asked "is he white or black/"
I said, "what does that matter?" I was a little miffed about the question but I had a feeling where this conversation might be headed. Of course, I had a feeling that my husband was going to bring up his fantasy about me fucking a black guy. He knew (at least before Tyler) that I had never had sex with a black guy. I said, "He was tall and handsome and he was a perfect gentlemen. We had dinner and I invited him to my room to go over some research." My husband's eyes got bigger and I could sense he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I then dropped the bomb "I was so turned on, I fucked his brains out. I sucked that big black cock and let him fuck my ass and my pussy. It was amazing; His cock was probably 8-9 inches long. I must have had 5 orgasms. The next morning by pussy was too sore so I sucked his cock until he got hard and then told him to fuck my ass again, which he did. I worked my clit to an orgasm and he shot his big load all over my ass and back. There, are you satisfied now!" I turned and sort of pouted wondering what his reaction was going to be.
My husband sort of stared at me for a second and then said, "Wow that is the hottest thing I think I have ever heard you say. You know I love when you talk dirty! But is it really true? Please tell me every detail".
I was a bit surprised at his reaction but looking at the front of his shorts and by the erection he was sporting, I could tell he was turned on big time. So I said, "yes, it is true" and proceeded to tell him about the whole episode including every detail I could remember including me watching Tyler fuck me in the mirror and his commenting on how my red nails looked so hot on his black cock when I was sucking on it. I also told him that Tyler said I was a hotwife and a queen of spades. After I told him about me fucking Tyler, I said, "are you not mad?"