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I'm 28 years old and have been happily married for 9 years. My husband and I have enjoyed a good (and regular) sex life in those 9 years. My interracial experience started last year when a group of girls I know got together to celebrate one of the girls 30th birthday. The night was going very well; we had a nice meal and more than a few bottles of champagne and wine.
I was sat next to a girl I hadn't seen for a while even though we'd been real close a few years back. Her name is Karen and we quickly started catching up on what the other had been up to and when I asked if she was still single she explained that she'd been dating a guy from work for about a month. I asked if it was getting serious and she whispered to me "Nah, I'm in it for the sex!" I laughed and said she hadn't changed and she went on to explain that the guy she was dating was 34, black, built like an adonis and she gestured with her hands in such a way that I assumed meant she was trying to tell me he had a big cock. I laughed again and told her she was terrible but by her face I could see she was completely in lust with this guy.
Later on that night she mentioned the black guy again and she started talking about the sex. From what she was saying it sounded like the guy had a cock like a horse! I'd had a few to drink and I started to open up a little by telling her that my sex life was still good after 9 years of marriage. I elaborated further by saying that my hubby's cock was pretty big too but really I had no idea if it was big or average or anything because I'd never compared it to anyone elses. I'd been with a couple of guys before I got married but comparing cock sizes wasn't really something I did. To me, my husbands cock was more than okay and it made me feel better by saying that it was pretty big. Of course it was never going to be as big as the black guy that my friend was dating and she pointed that out several times.
The night out ended about 3am and I called hubby to come collect me. I was pretty drunk by then and all the talk of sex had made me horny. We weren't even half way home when I pulled his cock out and started giving him a blow job as he drove. I stopped sucking for a minute and asked him how big his cock was. He laughed and no doubt wondered why I asked that question after 9 years of marriage but he didn't ask. He answered by saying that he hadn't measured it since he was at high school and back then it was a little over 7 inches. Happy that this was a good size I continued sucking his cock.
A few weeks after the birthday night out I received a message on my answerphone from Karen. She said that she was glad we'd met up again and she wanted to invited hubby and I to BBQ with her and her boyfriend the following weekend. I called her back to get more details and it was arranged that hubby and I would go over the following Saturday about lunchtime. She lived a little way out of town and she suggested that we stay over to save us worrying about driving home at night. I thought it was a good idea and I hung up and started looking forward to seeing her again.
When we arrived at Karens house she came out to welcome us and was quickly followed by a black guy who I assumed to be her well hung boyfriend, Carter. We did the greetings and kisses and introduction thing before dropping our stuff off in the hallway. Carter and hubby wandered off to fetch some beers whilst Karen gave me a tour of her house. As we wandered from room to room she asked what I thought of Carter. I didn't know what to say really as I'd only seen him for about a minute but I exaggerated and said that he was real handsome and she seemed pleased with that response.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful really. We sat in Karens garden enjoying the sun and talking whilst Carter cooked burgers and stuff on the BBQ. In the evening we drank and ate like Kings and I felt really tired so hubby and I went to bed quite early at 10.30.
I couldn't settle in a strange bed and it took me about an hour or so to fall asleep. I hadn't been sleeping for long when I woke up and looked at the clock, it was only 1.30. I closed my eyes again and just as I started to wish that we'd gone home to our own bed I started to hear noises. It didn't take me long to figure out that the noises I could hear were Karen and Carter having sex. Karen obviously didn't care that she had guests in her house or maybe she'd drank so much wine that she'd forgot. Either way I could hear the bed creaking and banging and she was moaning pretty loud.
I tried to shut it out of my mind and hoped that I'd fall asleep but she got louder and louder. I lay there wide awake listening to them fucking for over an hour before the noise stopped and I figured they'd finished.
Next I knew was when I woke at 7.30 the next morning. I woke hubby and told him we should get on our way. I got my shower stuff and headed for the bathroom. As I walked there I could hear voices downstairs and I guessed that Karen and Carter were already up. I showered then went downstairs while hubby went into the bathroom to wash.
When I went downstairs Karen was sat in the kitchen wearing a robe and Carter was stood by the door smoking a cigarette wearing only a pair of tight white boxers. As the conversation started I couldn't help but notice that Carter had quite a body. In particular his legs and his butt were absolutely hot - thick muscled thighs and a big butt. The other thing I noticed was how good he looked in those white boxers. I think it was the fact that he was black and the white looked real good against his skin. When he turned around and I got a view of the front of him I swear my mouth almost fell open! That chest! And What a lunchbox!
As much as my eyes took in my mouth said nothing. Instead I made small talk with Karen about how I had slept really well (all lies of course coz her fucking kept me awake half the night). Carter offered to make us breakfast before we left but I insisted that we'd only have a quick coffee before heading home. My parents were coming to visit in the afternoon and I had things I needed to do before they arrived. Also, I wasn't sure how long I could get away with looking at Carters body before someone noticed!
It got worse too. Whilst we waited for hubby to dress, Carter bent over to pick something up and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I wanted so much to run over and feel that beautiful butt. I got quite embarrassed when thoughts of what I had heard the night before started running through my head and I imagined Karen digging her nails into that butt and pulling him inside her. It wasn't even 8am and I was sitting in Karen's kitchen with a wet pussy! I'm sure I blushed a few times at what was going on in my head but noone seemed to notice. As soon as hubby came downstairs I whispered to him that we should leave right away and we thanked Karen and Carter for their hospitality and left.
We'd driven about half a mile when I told hubby to stop the car. He looked puzzled and I repeated my instruction to stop the car. It was just after 8am on a Sunday morning, we were in the middle of nowhere and I was sure there'd be noone around.
As soon as the car stopped and hubby was about to ask further questions, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I sucked and licked it for only about a minute until it was just hard enough then I lifted myself over to his side, pulled my panties to the side and sat on top of his cock. The suddenness and the thrill of what was happening obviously excited hubby a lot because his cock was as hard as a rock within seconds of entering my already wet pussy. I wasted no time and I rocked back and forth and up and down at quite a speed. We could only have been fucking for about a minute or so when I felt myself start to cum. That's really unusual for me considering it normally takes me at least 10 minutes to cum when I am being fucked.
I'd been embarrassed in the kitchen at what my mind was thinking about Carter but I was so caught up in what I was doing that I had no time to think about being embarrassed now. As I started to cum all I could think about was Carter. I imagined his enormous body banging against my small frame and being filled with his huge black cock. I think my orgasm lasted for well over a minute and as I came back down to earth I realized that I was almost ripping the upholstery in the car because my grip on the seat was so hard. Hubby's breathing told me that he too must have cum whilst I was 'out of it' and as I lifted myself off of him he said "Oh man, what was that all about?" I smiled and said "Are you complaining?" "No way" he said and we adjusted ourselves and continued our drive home.
During the journey home and for the few weeks that followed I tried to put Carter out of my mind. It was a pretty tough job seeing as he'd come into my mind about 3 or 4 times every day. Whenever hubby and I would have sex I'd think about Carter. I knew it was wrong but I was powerless over my mind. There were even a couple of occasions when I was home alone where I masturbated while fantasizing about him. One of those times I even went as far as using a cucumber in place of my usual vibrator because I wanted it to be as big as Karen had implied it was.
About 2 months after we'd been to Karen's house for the BBQ we had a wedding to attend. Another friend of mine was getting married and we'd been invited. The friend who was getting married - Kim, called me a couple of weeks before the wedding to ask if I would go to the bacholerette party. I had plans for that evening and I explained that I couldn't go but that I was looking forward to the wedding. During our conversation I discovered a few of the guests who would be there and they included Karen 'and partner'. Kim hadn't heard about Carter and I wasn't sure if Karen was still seeing him so I said nothing, but I hoped that she was still with him and I hoped he'd accompany her to the wedding.
I have no idea why I hoped so much that Carter would be at the wedding. I mean it would just make my fantasies and longings worse, but I still hoped. I thought about it for a few days, even worrying about it sometimes and then I called Karen with the excuse of asking if the bacholorette party had gone well. When she finished telling me all about it I asked if she was looking forward to the wedding itself. Feeling a bit guilty but desperate to know the answer, I asked quite casually "Is Carter going with you?" to which she said "Yeah". I breathed a sigh of relief and we made small-talk for a while longer.
On the morning of the wedding I took great care to make sure that everything about me was perfect, from my hair down to my toenails. I wore the sexiest lingerie I possessed and the sweetest perfume. When I was ready I studied myself in the mirror and thought to myself "Wow!"
When we arrived at the church I looked out for Karen and Carter. Hubby and I arrived earlier than we should have just so that I could be sure of being there when they arrived. We didn't wait long before I saw them come out of a car and I waved to Karen to draw her attention. We did the hi's and the polite kissing as normal but I know I lingered a few seconds more than I should have when I kissed Carter. Noone noticed, probably not even Carter. Once inside the church I let Karen sit down first with Carter on her left and then I sat down next to him with hubby on my left. Perfect! I was sat right next to him.
Surprisingly I never made much conversation with Carter, probably because I had a guilty conscience, but I felt so good being right next to him. I kept looking at his legs and everytime I glanced I got more turned on. Even when the ceremony was taking place I couldn't concentrate.
Nothing much happened after that until we had finished the wedding meal. When the band started playing and people started dancing I felt that everyone started to relax a lot more. When Karen went to the ladies room at one point I took advantage of the opportunity to talk to Carter on his own. Hubby was involved in conversation with some others who were at the table and so I had Carter to myself. Without thinking that it wasn't perhaps the ideal first question to ask, I asked "So are you and Karen getting along well? I mean is it serious stuff now?" He laughed at my question and replied "Well not quite as serious as this kinda stuff!" I laughed too and explained that I hadn't meant wedding kinda serious and Carter explained that "they were just having fun." I said a casual "that's cool" and we continued talking about this and that until Karen returned.
During the evening I was convinced that I saw Carter look me up and down a few times but I wasn't sure if it was just my already active imagination and one time I was convinced that his leg lingered against mine a little to long but again I couldn't be sure if it was intentional. I wasn't completely at ease flirting with Carter when Karen and hubby were right there and my mind tried to come up with ways of getting him on his own. The best I could come up with was to suggest that hubby ask Karen to dance; at least it would give me a few minutes with Carter alone. As soon as they left the table to dance I moved a little closer to Carter as if to imply that I couldn't quite hear him. There was plenty room at the table, the band weren't that loud and there was absolutely no need for me to be so close to him but I didn't care. If he or anyone remarked I'd say I'd had too much wine, but in reality I'd had very little.
My leg was against his and our arms were almost meeting but he said nothing as I started to talk about the day and how lovely it had been. About a minute after I started the conversation Carter remarked jokingly that people might talk and our partners may get jealous if they saw us as close as we were. I took this as him meaning "back off" and I immediately moved away a little and apologized saying that I must have had too much wine. I laughed an almost nervous laugh to try and hide my embarrassment but I was immediately put at ease when I heard him say "shame, I was enjoying it too."
I wasn't sure if this was his way of joking to prevent me being embarrassed or whether or not he was trying to tell me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I smiled at him and started to believe the former. "If it wasn't quite so public I could REALLY have enjoyed it" he said. I looked at his face to try and judge if this was serious talk or joking talk. He had a slight smile on his face but he wasn't laughing but really the answer lay in his eyes. I was 99.9% sure that he was trying to tell me what I wanted to hear but I didn't know how to respond. Without thinking about it I said "Yeah sometimes it would be good to just click your fingers and make everyone disappear for just a short while." I was sure that this wasn't too obvious but it continued the little 'game' we both seemed to be playing and if I was completely wrong about his intentions I could easily explain what I had said. But there was no need to have worried.
"Well it aint going to be as easy as that," he said, "but if we put our minds to it I'm pretty sure we could figure something out."
My heart started racing and my breathing became heavy and I said in an almost whisper to him "Are we on the same wavelength here or....?" and he interrupted saying "We must all go to our rooms at the same time, meet me in the lobby exactly an hour after we retire. If either of us aren't there we just go back to our room."
At that point I had confirmation of what I wanted to know. I can't say that I felt the excitement that I had thought I would feel when I'd fantasized about it over the past few months, instead I felt like a wife who was about to cheat on her husband with her friends boyfriend. I felt enormous guilt and I hadn't actually done anything yet but everytime I looked at Carter I knew I just had to do it.
When Karen and hubby came back to join us we all chatted and got along as if everything were completely normal. Hubby was concerned that I wasn't drinking as much as I should be and I told him that he was more than making up for me. I noticed too that Carter was making sure that Karen's glass was never empty, not that Karen needed any assistance to drink, she'd always been a good drinker and tonight was no exception.
During a brief moment alone, Carter asked me if I was clear about his instructions for meeting and I nodded and said that I'd do my best but couldn't be sure that hubby would be asleep. After 5 or 6 beers hubby is always out like a light and a 40 piece brass band couldnt wake him and tonight he'd had at least double that amount but I still wasn't sure if he'd be as sound asleep as I needed him to be for me to leave and meet Carter. I asked if he would be okay leaving Karen in the room alone and he said to leave it to him and explained that she'd be fast asleep and that I shouldn't worry. But I did worry.
The hours seemed like years and neither Karen or hubby looked anything like tired. In fact they started talking about drinking competitions and parties. Carter and I tried to calm things down and I told hubby that he'd had enough already and Carter told Karen the same. We were deemed boring but we laughed it off and waited and hoped that our partners would soon be ready for bed.
I was so anxious about hubby and Karen going to bed and everything working out that I really didn't have time to think about the excitement of what was about to happen. Months of fantasies were about to become reality but I told myself that it may never happen just in case things didn't go according to plan.
Just after midnight I noticed hubby start to drift off and I pushed him and told him we should go to our room. Hearing me, Carter said he thought it was a good idea that we retire as it had been a long day. Karen didn't look ready to stop partying but she agreed with Carter and we started to gather our things together. As we got our things Karen asked if we'd all meet to go for breakfast together and I said I wasn't sure but if she called my room in the morning I'd let her know if we were ready to join them. With that we went our separate ways and hubby and I walked to the elevator.
In our room, hubby flopped on the bed like a rag-doll. I told him to get undressed and I went to help him. I wasn't convinced that he would sleep soundly and not notice that I was gone, but I was more than convinced that he was more drunk than he had been in a long long time. I hoped that this would help him sleep. I hadn't even finished thinking about it all when I noticed that he was asleep. It hadn't even taken 5 minutes and I had 55 minutes to wait. And worry.
All sorts of things started going through my head and I realized that I had to stop thinking about it all. I wanted this to happen, of that I was absolutely sure and worrying about everything was only going to ruin it. To keep my mind occupied I decided to go to the bathroom to freshen myself up. A quick wash turned into a shower and clean underwear. With 20 minutes to go before I had to meet Carter in the lobby I sat and tried to read a newspaper, quietly.
With 5 minutes to go I looked at hubby as if to get reassurance from him (or someone) that he would sleep soundly and never notice that I'd been gone. As I quietly left the room I started worrying again. What if Karen wasn't asleep yet? What if this....What if that? When I got to the lobby I couldn't see Carter but it wasn't exactly an hour since we all went to bed. I didn't go right into the lobby, I sat on a chair by the elevator pretending to read some information about the hotel. About 2 minutes later Carter arrived. He went straight past me and into the elevator before signaling me to join him. The brief excitement I'd had at seeing him there changed to confusion. I thought we were going somewhere in his car so why was I walking into an elevator with him?!
He could tell I was confused and so he said "I got us a room." I started to say "But" and he cut me off saying that I should stop worrying. His reassuring arm on my shoulder failed to help me relax and when the elevator stopped I was relieved to note that we were on a different floor to hubby's and my room.
Carter led me to the room and opened the door. It was almost the exact same room as I'd left hubby in an hour before but I didn't get a chance to think about it any more because Carters strong arms pulled me to him. "Are you sure you are okay with this?" he asked. If I'd had time to think about it I'd have answered no, but the feel of his arms on me made me want him even more. I lifted a hand to his chest and stroked it and told him I was fine. "Good," he said, as he walked over to turn the lights down. In my fantasies we had ripped each others clothes off and fucked like a****ls on the floor. Judging by the gentle start to things I started to expect something much different.
I can honestly say that as soon as his lips met mine I completely forgot all about my hubby and Karen. As we kissed and touched each other I remember thinking that he felt so big, not his cock (I hadn't been there yet) just all of him. I'm a petite 5' 3 and he is a wide 6' 4. As our tongues explored each others mouths I could already feel my juices flowing and somehow we ended up laying on the bed.
Contrary to the few occasions I've mentioned here, I am usually quite a submissive partner and as I have already said - my fantasies involving Carter had always had him completely dominating me. As we lay on the bed still fully clothed doing little more than kissing and touching one another I wanted him so badly that I felt I needed to get things moving. I started unbuttoning his shirt but he stopped me. He lifted himself off the bed and said he wanted to dance for me. I thought this was completely bizarre but I didn't have the courage to tell him. He told me to make myself comfortable and I did.
I lay on the bed and watched him 'dance'. It wasn't really dancing it was more erotic movements than dancing but whatever it was I was enjoying it! The first part of his body I saw was his chest and I moaned at the sight. I think he could sense that I really wanted to get on with 'things' and he seemed to speed up the process of his 'dancing'. Before long he was wearing nothing but his tight boxers - white just as they had been the very first day I fantasized about him. Without thinking I suddenly asked him to turn around so that I could see his butt. He did just so and he continued his 'dancing' as I stared at the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. His hands wandered inside his boxers and pulled them down a little to expose his ass to me. All the things I wanted to do to that ass were rushing through my mind and I threw my hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy a little. I wasn't sure that this was part of Carter's 'plan' but I needed it.
As he grabbed and rubbed his ass, my fingers wandered over my pussy which by now was absolutely soaking. When he turned around and saw what I was doing he smiled as if to tell me I was naughty. "You like my ass huh?" he smiled at me. My fingers between my legs answered his question. He walked over to me and asked if I'd like to feel it. I didn't need asking twice and my free hand went straight to his ass and started touching, feeling and rubbing. I let out an "Oh My God" and he turned round to face me. "You want me to continue or do you think you've been teased enough?" he smiled at me. I stopped rubbing my pussy and said to him "I'd love for you to continue but I so need you here with me."
As he got onto the bed to be beside me I moved myself and pushed him back onto the bed. I sat on his stomach and removed my top to expose my 34C tits. His face told me he liked the view and I smiled back at him as I lifted myself off him a little to maneuver my skirt off. As I did so I decided to go for it and take my panties off too, they were just in the way. I was now completely naked sitting on his stomach. I happened to glance down at his stomach and I saw traces of my juices glistening on his black skin. I can't describe how I felt at that point; it was something I'd never experienced before but the sight filled me with complete and utter lust.
I started moving myself back and forth on his stomach, rubbing my pussy and my juices against him. Reaching between my legs I stuck two fingers just inside my pussy and took them back out. I waved them just in front of his face for a few seconds before rubbing my fingers along his lips. I'd barely finished when his mouth opened and he sucked my fingers into his mouth and Mmmmmmm'd. "I'm so hungry baby" he whispered and I decided immediately that it was time to give him something to eat.
Lifting myself off his stomach I moved up the bed as he instinctively moved down the bed a little. I positioned my pussy just above his face and whispered to ask him how hungry he was. He didn't answer, instead his hands came up to my hips and pulled me down onto his face. I started moaning the second I felt his mouth on me. Within the first 30 seconds I knew that this guy was a real good pussy eater! And within the first minute I was cumming! I forgot we were in a hotel and it was the middle of the night but I couldn't help myself from moaning. I was rubbing myself against his face and I wanted to stay like that forever - I just didn't ever want to stop.
As much as I wanted to stay in that position I knew I was being selfish and so I moved to turn myself around so that I could return the favor. I thought a 69 would be a good idea and I turned to get my first glimpse of Carter's cock. His already impressive lunchbox now looked as if it could feed a family of 4 for a year and I was almost apprehensive about pulling his boxers down! I could see some precum soaking through his boxers and that made me want to suck his cock even more so without hesitation I lifted his boxers up and pushed them down as he lifted his ass off the bed to assist.
What a sight!!!! There must have been 10 inches of salami thick cock poking up in front of me begging for my mouth. As horny as I was, my very first thought was "That'll never get inside me!" but I said nothing. I took it in my hand and started licking, sucking and stroking it. As I did so he started work on my pussy again. I was convinced that I couldn't get my mouth around enough of his cock to satisfy him and I would have started to worry about it had I not heard him moan gently as I sucked what I could. His mouth and tongue were doing extremely well between my legs again and I could feel myself start to cum for the second time. I needed to moan as my orgasm took hold and so to save Carters cock from any injury I removed my mouth and licked it instead as I moaned my way through the orgasm.
Shortly after that I decided that I had to try and get this cock inside of me. I NEEDED to be fucked!!!! "I need this inside me" I told him as I turned around to face him. I bent over to kiss him and I could taste my juices on his lips and tongue. This turned me on even more and I reached between my legs to feel for his cock and when I found it I quickly parted my lips with my fingers and positioned it at my hole. Just the head of it on my hole filled me with (almost) fear but at the same time excitement. Carter whispered "Slow baby, real slow" as I lowered myself a little allowing his cock to push into me. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I lowered myself little by little on top of his cock feeling it stretch my pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. As I felt more and more of his cock slide inside of me the fear started to ease as I realized there was only the slightest pain. The slight pain I did feel was completely overshadowed by the wonderful feelings which seemed to tingle every nerve in my body. I think I probably had about half of his cock inside me when I started to 'ride' properly. It was real slow but I was riding this monster and the more I rode the more of his cock entered my pussy. As I started to gather some speed Carter whispered to me that it was "real good baby, real real good" and I was encouraged.
From the very first push inside to me sinking my pussy all the way down onto his 10 inch salami must have taken about 5 minutes in all. I didn't have time or inclination to wonder whether this achievement was anything spectacular because my body started to shake and I swear I almost passed out. I remember riding faster than I had done before and I remember hearing my own voice yelling and moaning inside my head but other than that I remember nothing. The next I remember is Carter pushing my legs back towards my chest and pushing his cock inside me. There are absolutely no words I could use to describe how I felt. None. There was pain, quite bad pain too but the pleasure I felt at the same time overwhelmed the pain. I remember reaching around to grab his beautiful ass and sinking my nails into it every time he thrust inside me. I also remember begging him not to stop and whether it was in my mind or not I remember yelling to tell him that I loved his cock. The only way I can describe what was happening (and only the women will appreciate this) is to say that it was like a non-stop orgasm. Really it was. The stuff that dreams are made of. But it was real and it was happening to me and I never wanted it to end.
It did end. It ended with me moaning so loud that Carter had to kiss me to stop me from waking the whole hotel as he filled my cunt with what felt like gallons of hot cum.
For about 5 minutes after the fucking stopped the two of us just lay there, him still on top of me, cock still inside me, breathing like we'd just ran 40 miles. I was so exhausted that I could have fallen asleep in a second but the reality of the situation started coming back to me and I realized that I needed to think about getting back to my own room. I tried to tell Carter that we should make a move to get back to our rooms but he continued kissing me. His cock, now much softer than it had been a few minutes before, was still inside me and it still felt good in there. As he kissed me he'd sometimes move his hips a little which made his cock stimulate my pussy and made me want to start all over again. But I knew that it would be pushing my luck and I became anxious about getting back to my room.
Carter finally paid attention to me and lifted himself off of my body so that we could start to dress. There was no conversation during the 5 or so minutes it took me to get ready in the bathroom and it was clear that neither of us wanted to go back to our own rooms. Once we were both ready Carter put his arms around me and we started kissing again. The kissing became more and more passionate and our hands started wandering over each others bodies again and I so wanted him to fuck me all over again right there. But I resisted and told him that we should stop. He agreed, grudgingly, and I offered him my phone number as some means of consolation in the hope that he actually wanted to see me again. "Meet me tomorrow" he said as we each wrote our numbers down. I told him I couldn't guarantee it but that I would call him one way or another. One final kiss and then we left the room to go back to our partners.
Hubby and Karen hadn't even noticed that we'd been gone which was a huge relief to me especially. I crept into bed and tried desperately to get to sleep but the nights events were running through my mind over and over again. As I lay there listening to hubby snore, I could still feel Carters cock inside me. When I had been washing in the bathroom just after Carter and I had fucked, I noticed that my pussy was red and almost swollen looking. I hoped this would disappear by morning in case hubby noticed and I must have fallen asleep as I lay worrying about one thing and another.
I did see Carter the next day, I called him almost as soon as I got back to my own house and we arranged for me to go to his apartment later in the afternoon. Hubby didn't seem to mind when I said that I wanted to go see a friend and as I drove to Carters I started to think of other excuses I could use for future meetings.
I'd like to say that I felt real guilty but I didn't. All I felt was the lust that I had felt ever since that BBQ at Karens house but it was a million times more intense now that I'd experienced Carter in the flesh.
When I arrived at Carters it was as if we'd known each other all our lives and we immediately started tearing at each others clothes. The sex was just as good as it had been the night before if not a little better because we experimented with a few more positions. Carters cock felt great no matter which position we did and I told him so several times. We started to communicate (sexually) a lot more than the previous night and we each started to discover the things and positions that the other liked best. Everything he did to me felt good and everything felt completely natural to me, as if it were meant to be.
After we finished I wanted to rush off to get home again but Carter started talking about things I wanted to avoid - Karen and hubby and how often we'd see each other and where and when. He seemed to understand when I told him that hubby was the most important thing in my life and that I was aware that I was cheating on him but I had no intention of ever leaving him or seeing Carter to such an extent that it would create problems in my marriage. He told me that his relationship with Karen wouldn't create any problems because there was no contract verbal or otherwise which tied them solely to each other. I was happy with that because at least one of the two of us had freedom.
Arrangements for meeting were left to as and when. Ideally we would meet when my hubby was at work but Carter works similar hours so it wasn't going to be easy but he had quite a bit of flexibility with his working hours so it was decided that he would make effort to see me during working days.
That's exactly what happened. On average we'd see each other 3 or 4 times a week during the day for an hour or two at most. The weekends were hell for me and Monday never came soon enough! I think maybe on two occasions I saw him during a weekend, times when I just couldn't wait for Monday afternoon but I tried not to make a habit of that because I didn't want hubbys suspicions aroused.
After about 2 months, Karen and Carter stopped seeing each other for no reason other than their relationship had ran it's course. When he stopped seeing Karen I expected him to see other women but he didn't appear interested. I wasn't sure if I would feel jealous upon finding out that he was fucking others and so I chose never to ask questions but to my knowledge there was noone else after Karen.
Once in September and once in November hubby seemed to be suspicious. He had noticed 'differences' in my pussy and my sex drive but I told him he was being silly. On the days when I'd fucked Carter I tried my best to avoid having sex with hubby not just because hubby didn't satisfy me in the way he once had but because I was very aware that my pussy was always red and swollen after a session with Carter. Hubby was no fool and I knew that he knew there was something different about my pussy and on the spur of the moment one time he questioned me I told him (in a confession kinda way) that I'd started masturbating with homemade toys and stuff. This 'confession' seemed to allay his fears of anything untoward but at the same time it excited him and I had no choice but to play along and put on shows for him with me and various 'instruments', the most common of which was a cucumber.
At Christmas time last year I fucked up with an excuse I had given hubby and although I got out of it by inventing a story about surprise presents, it scared me. The questioning sessions were becoming more and more frequent and so I confided in Carter that we'd have to cool things off for a bit. Somehow I managed to go a whole three weeks without seeing him and then after that time I went for 5 weeks. As a result we kinda drifted apart and after the last time I saw him (2 months ago) neither of us have called the other.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss the sex with Carter because I do, a lot! But at the end of the day I need to keep my marriage safe. I've played with the idea of suggesting to hubby that we try other things like 3sums and the like to spice up our sex life but I can't get the words out of my mouth. After the 'ive been masturbating with cucumbers and things' confession episode hubby started asking me about other things I wanted to try out but I couldn't (and still can't) bring myself to say that I'd like to involve others in our sex life. In particular - black men with big cocks! I think it would make him feel inadequate and I don't want to hurt his pride. Maybe one day I'll mention it and maybe one day I'll be fortunate enough to get another big black cock inside me but for now I am testing the water now and then by mentioning him with other women (and the like). Watch this space................
I was sat next to a girl I hadn't seen for a while even though we'd been real close a few years back. Her name is Karen and we quickly started catching up on what the other had been up to and when I asked if she was still single she explained that she'd been dating a guy from work for about a month. I asked if it was getting serious and she whispered to me "Nah, I'm in it for the sex!" I laughed and said she hadn't changed and she went on to explain that the guy she was dating was 34, black, built like an adonis and she gestured with her hands in such a way that I assumed meant she was trying to tell me he had a big cock. I laughed again and told her she was terrible but by her face I could see she was completely in lust with this guy.
Later on that night she mentioned the black guy again and she started talking about the sex. From what she was saying it sounded like the guy had a cock like a horse! I'd had a few to drink and I started to open up a little by telling her that my sex life was still good after 9 years of marriage. I elaborated further by saying that my hubby's cock was pretty big too but really I had no idea if it was big or average or anything because I'd never compared it to anyone elses. I'd been with a couple of guys before I got married but comparing cock sizes wasn't really something I did. To me, my husbands cock was more than okay and it made me feel better by saying that it was pretty big. Of course it was never going to be as big as the black guy that my friend was dating and she pointed that out several times.
The night out ended about 3am and I called hubby to come collect me. I was pretty drunk by then and all the talk of sex had made me horny. We weren't even half way home when I pulled his cock out and started giving him a blow job as he drove. I stopped sucking for a minute and asked him how big his cock was. He laughed and no doubt wondered why I asked that question after 9 years of marriage but he didn't ask. He answered by saying that he hadn't measured it since he was at high school and back then it was a little over 7 inches. Happy that this was a good size I continued sucking his cock.
A few weeks after the birthday night out I received a message on my answerphone from Karen. She said that she was glad we'd met up again and she wanted to invited hubby and I to BBQ with her and her boyfriend the following weekend. I called her back to get more details and it was arranged that hubby and I would go over the following Saturday about lunchtime. She lived a little way out of town and she suggested that we stay over to save us worrying about driving home at night. I thought it was a good idea and I hung up and started looking forward to seeing her again.
When we arrived at Karens house she came out to welcome us and was quickly followed by a black guy who I assumed to be her well hung boyfriend, Carter. We did the greetings and kisses and introduction thing before dropping our stuff off in the hallway. Carter and hubby wandered off to fetch some beers whilst Karen gave me a tour of her house. As we wandered from room to room she asked what I thought of Carter. I didn't know what to say really as I'd only seen him for about a minute but I exaggerated and said that he was real handsome and she seemed pleased with that response.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful really. We sat in Karens garden enjoying the sun and talking whilst Carter cooked burgers and stuff on the BBQ. In the evening we drank and ate like Kings and I felt really tired so hubby and I went to bed quite early at 10.30.
I couldn't settle in a strange bed and it took me about an hour or so to fall asleep. I hadn't been sleeping for long when I woke up and looked at the clock, it was only 1.30. I closed my eyes again and just as I started to wish that we'd gone home to our own bed I started to hear noises. It didn't take me long to figure out that the noises I could hear were Karen and Carter having sex. Karen obviously didn't care that she had guests in her house or maybe she'd drank so much wine that she'd forgot. Either way I could hear the bed creaking and banging and she was moaning pretty loud.
I tried to shut it out of my mind and hoped that I'd fall asleep but she got louder and louder. I lay there wide awake listening to them fucking for over an hour before the noise stopped and I figured they'd finished.
Next I knew was when I woke at 7.30 the next morning. I woke hubby and told him we should get on our way. I got my shower stuff and headed for the bathroom. As I walked there I could hear voices downstairs and I guessed that Karen and Carter were already up. I showered then went downstairs while hubby went into the bathroom to wash.
When I went downstairs Karen was sat in the kitchen wearing a robe and Carter was stood by the door smoking a cigarette wearing only a pair of tight white boxers. As the conversation started I couldn't help but notice that Carter had quite a body. In particular his legs and his butt were absolutely hot - thick muscled thighs and a big butt. The other thing I noticed was how good he looked in those white boxers. I think it was the fact that he was black and the white looked real good against his skin. When he turned around and I got a view of the front of him I swear my mouth almost fell open! That chest! And What a lunchbox!
As much as my eyes took in my mouth said nothing. Instead I made small talk with Karen about how I had slept really well (all lies of course coz her fucking kept me awake half the night). Carter offered to make us breakfast before we left but I insisted that we'd only have a quick coffee before heading home. My parents were coming to visit in the afternoon and I had things I needed to do before they arrived. Also, I wasn't sure how long I could get away with looking at Carters body before someone noticed!
It got worse too. Whilst we waited for hubby to dress, Carter bent over to pick something up and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I wanted so much to run over and feel that beautiful butt. I got quite embarrassed when thoughts of what I had heard the night before started running through my head and I imagined Karen digging her nails into that butt and pulling him inside her. It wasn't even 8am and I was sitting in Karen's kitchen with a wet pussy! I'm sure I blushed a few times at what was going on in my head but noone seemed to notice. As soon as hubby came downstairs I whispered to him that we should leave right away and we thanked Karen and Carter for their hospitality and left.
We'd driven about half a mile when I told hubby to stop the car. He looked puzzled and I repeated my instruction to stop the car. It was just after 8am on a Sunday morning, we were in the middle of nowhere and I was sure there'd be noone around.
As soon as the car stopped and hubby was about to ask further questions, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I sucked and licked it for only about a minute until it was just hard enough then I lifted myself over to his side, pulled my panties to the side and sat on top of his cock. The suddenness and the thrill of what was happening obviously excited hubby a lot because his cock was as hard as a rock within seconds of entering my already wet pussy. I wasted no time and I rocked back and forth and up and down at quite a speed. We could only have been fucking for about a minute or so when I felt myself start to cum. That's really unusual for me considering it normally takes me at least 10 minutes to cum when I am being fucked.
I'd been embarrassed in the kitchen at what my mind was thinking about Carter but I was so caught up in what I was doing that I had no time to think about being embarrassed now. As I started to cum all I could think about was Carter. I imagined his enormous body banging against my small frame and being filled with his huge black cock. I think my orgasm lasted for well over a minute and as I came back down to earth I realized that I was almost ripping the upholstery in the car because my grip on the seat was so hard. Hubby's breathing told me that he too must have cum whilst I was 'out of it' and as I lifted myself off of him he said "Oh man, what was that all about?" I smiled and said "Are you complaining?" "No way" he said and we adjusted ourselves and continued our drive home.
During the journey home and for the few weeks that followed I tried to put Carter out of my mind. It was a pretty tough job seeing as he'd come into my mind about 3 or 4 times every day. Whenever hubby and I would have sex I'd think about Carter. I knew it was wrong but I was powerless over my mind. There were even a couple of occasions when I was home alone where I masturbated while fantasizing about him. One of those times I even went as far as using a cucumber in place of my usual vibrator because I wanted it to be as big as Karen had implied it was.
About 2 months after we'd been to Karen's house for the BBQ we had a wedding to attend. Another friend of mine was getting married and we'd been invited. The friend who was getting married - Kim, called me a couple of weeks before the wedding to ask if I would go to the bacholerette party. I had plans for that evening and I explained that I couldn't go but that I was looking forward to the wedding. During our conversation I discovered a few of the guests who would be there and they included Karen 'and partner'. Kim hadn't heard about Carter and I wasn't sure if Karen was still seeing him so I said nothing, but I hoped that she was still with him and I hoped he'd accompany her to the wedding.
I have no idea why I hoped so much that Carter would be at the wedding. I mean it would just make my fantasies and longings worse, but I still hoped. I thought about it for a few days, even worrying about it sometimes and then I called Karen with the excuse of asking if the bacholorette party had gone well. When she finished telling me all about it I asked if she was looking forward to the wedding itself. Feeling a bit guilty but desperate to know the answer, I asked quite casually "Is Carter going with you?" to which she said "Yeah". I breathed a sigh of relief and we made small-talk for a while longer.
On the morning of the wedding I took great care to make sure that everything about me was perfect, from my hair down to my toenails. I wore the sexiest lingerie I possessed and the sweetest perfume. When I was ready I studied myself in the mirror and thought to myself "Wow!"
When we arrived at the church I looked out for Karen and Carter. Hubby and I arrived earlier than we should have just so that I could be sure of being there when they arrived. We didn't wait long before I saw them come out of a car and I waved to Karen to draw her attention. We did the hi's and the polite kissing as normal but I know I lingered a few seconds more than I should have when I kissed Carter. Noone noticed, probably not even Carter. Once inside the church I let Karen sit down first with Carter on her left and then I sat down next to him with hubby on my left. Perfect! I was sat right next to him.
Surprisingly I never made much conversation with Carter, probably because I had a guilty conscience, but I felt so good being right next to him. I kept looking at his legs and everytime I glanced I got more turned on. Even when the ceremony was taking place I couldn't concentrate.
Nothing much happened after that until we had finished the wedding meal. When the band started playing and people started dancing I felt that everyone started to relax a lot more. When Karen went to the ladies room at one point I took advantage of the opportunity to talk to Carter on his own. Hubby was involved in conversation with some others who were at the table and so I had Carter to myself. Without thinking that it wasn't perhaps the ideal first question to ask, I asked "So are you and Karen getting along well? I mean is it serious stuff now?" He laughed at my question and replied "Well not quite as serious as this kinda stuff!" I laughed too and explained that I hadn't meant wedding kinda serious and Carter explained that "they were just having fun." I said a casual "that's cool" and we continued talking about this and that until Karen returned.
During the evening I was convinced that I saw Carter look me up and down a few times but I wasn't sure if it was just my already active imagination and one time I was convinced that his leg lingered against mine a little to long but again I couldn't be sure if it was intentional. I wasn't completely at ease flirting with Carter when Karen and hubby were right there and my mind tried to come up with ways of getting him on his own. The best I could come up with was to suggest that hubby ask Karen to dance; at least it would give me a few minutes with Carter alone. As soon as they left the table to dance I moved a little closer to Carter as if to imply that I couldn't quite hear him. There was plenty room at the table, the band weren't that loud and there was absolutely no need for me to be so close to him but I didn't care. If he or anyone remarked I'd say I'd had too much wine, but in reality I'd had very little.
My leg was against his and our arms were almost meeting but he said nothing as I started to talk about the day and how lovely it had been. About a minute after I started the conversation Carter remarked jokingly that people might talk and our partners may get jealous if they saw us as close as we were. I took this as him meaning "back off" and I immediately moved away a little and apologized saying that I must have had too much wine. I laughed an almost nervous laugh to try and hide my embarrassment but I was immediately put at ease when I heard him say "shame, I was enjoying it too."
I wasn't sure if this was his way of joking to prevent me being embarrassed or whether or not he was trying to tell me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I smiled at him and started to believe the former. "If it wasn't quite so public I could REALLY have enjoyed it" he said. I looked at his face to try and judge if this was serious talk or joking talk. He had a slight smile on his face but he wasn't laughing but really the answer lay in his eyes. I was 99.9% sure that he was trying to tell me what I wanted to hear but I didn't know how to respond. Without thinking about it I said "Yeah sometimes it would be good to just click your fingers and make everyone disappear for just a short while." I was sure that this wasn't too obvious but it continued the little 'game' we both seemed to be playing and if I was completely wrong about his intentions I could easily explain what I had said. But there was no need to have worried.
"Well it aint going to be as easy as that," he said, "but if we put our minds to it I'm pretty sure we could figure something out."
My heart started racing and my breathing became heavy and I said in an almost whisper to him "Are we on the same wavelength here or....?" and he interrupted saying "We must all go to our rooms at the same time, meet me in the lobby exactly an hour after we retire. If either of us aren't there we just go back to our room."
At that point I had confirmation of what I wanted to know. I can't say that I felt the excitement that I had thought I would feel when I'd fantasized about it over the past few months, instead I felt like a wife who was about to cheat on her husband with her friends boyfriend. I felt enormous guilt and I hadn't actually done anything yet but everytime I looked at Carter I knew I just had to do it.
When Karen and hubby came back to join us we all chatted and got along as if everything were completely normal. Hubby was concerned that I wasn't drinking as much as I should be and I told him that he was more than making up for me. I noticed too that Carter was making sure that Karen's glass was never empty, not that Karen needed any assistance to drink, she'd always been a good drinker and tonight was no exception.
During a brief moment alone, Carter asked me if I was clear about his instructions for meeting and I nodded and said that I'd do my best but couldn't be sure that hubby would be asleep. After 5 or 6 beers hubby is always out like a light and a 40 piece brass band couldnt wake him and tonight he'd had at least double that amount but I still wasn't sure if he'd be as sound asleep as I needed him to be for me to leave and meet Carter. I asked if he would be okay leaving Karen in the room alone and he said to leave it to him and explained that she'd be fast asleep and that I shouldn't worry. But I did worry.
The hours seemed like years and neither Karen or hubby looked anything like tired. In fact they started talking about drinking competitions and parties. Carter and I tried to calm things down and I told hubby that he'd had enough already and Carter told Karen the same. We were deemed boring but we laughed it off and waited and hoped that our partners would soon be ready for bed.
I was so anxious about hubby and Karen going to bed and everything working out that I really didn't have time to think about the excitement of what was about to happen. Months of fantasies were about to become reality but I told myself that it may never happen just in case things didn't go according to plan.
Just after midnight I noticed hubby start to drift off and I pushed him and told him we should go to our room. Hearing me, Carter said he thought it was a good idea that we retire as it had been a long day. Karen didn't look ready to stop partying but she agreed with Carter and we started to gather our things together. As we got our things Karen asked if we'd all meet to go for breakfast together and I said I wasn't sure but if she called my room in the morning I'd let her know if we were ready to join them. With that we went our separate ways and hubby and I walked to the elevator.
In our room, hubby flopped on the bed like a rag-doll. I told him to get undressed and I went to help him. I wasn't convinced that he would sleep soundly and not notice that I was gone, but I was more than convinced that he was more drunk than he had been in a long long time. I hoped that this would help him sleep. I hadn't even finished thinking about it all when I noticed that he was asleep. It hadn't even taken 5 minutes and I had 55 minutes to wait. And worry.
All sorts of things started going through my head and I realized that I had to stop thinking about it all. I wanted this to happen, of that I was absolutely sure and worrying about everything was only going to ruin it. To keep my mind occupied I decided to go to the bathroom to freshen myself up. A quick wash turned into a shower and clean underwear. With 20 minutes to go before I had to meet Carter in the lobby I sat and tried to read a newspaper, quietly.
With 5 minutes to go I looked at hubby as if to get reassurance from him (or someone) that he would sleep soundly and never notice that I'd been gone. As I quietly left the room I started worrying again. What if Karen wasn't asleep yet? What if this....What if that? When I got to the lobby I couldn't see Carter but it wasn't exactly an hour since we all went to bed. I didn't go right into the lobby, I sat on a chair by the elevator pretending to read some information about the hotel. About 2 minutes later Carter arrived. He went straight past me and into the elevator before signaling me to join him. The brief excitement I'd had at seeing him there changed to confusion. I thought we were going somewhere in his car so why was I walking into an elevator with him?!
He could tell I was confused and so he said "I got us a room." I started to say "But" and he cut me off saying that I should stop worrying. His reassuring arm on my shoulder failed to help me relax and when the elevator stopped I was relieved to note that we were on a different floor to hubby's and my room.
Carter led me to the room and opened the door. It was almost the exact same room as I'd left hubby in an hour before but I didn't get a chance to think about it any more because Carters strong arms pulled me to him. "Are you sure you are okay with this?" he asked. If I'd had time to think about it I'd have answered no, but the feel of his arms on me made me want him even more. I lifted a hand to his chest and stroked it and told him I was fine. "Good," he said, as he walked over to turn the lights down. In my fantasies we had ripped each others clothes off and fucked like a****ls on the floor. Judging by the gentle start to things I started to expect something much different.
I can honestly say that as soon as his lips met mine I completely forgot all about my hubby and Karen. As we kissed and touched each other I remember thinking that he felt so big, not his cock (I hadn't been there yet) just all of him. I'm a petite 5' 3 and he is a wide 6' 4. As our tongues explored each others mouths I could already feel my juices flowing and somehow we ended up laying on the bed.
Contrary to the few occasions I've mentioned here, I am usually quite a submissive partner and as I have already said - my fantasies involving Carter had always had him completely dominating me. As we lay on the bed still fully clothed doing little more than kissing and touching one another I wanted him so badly that I felt I needed to get things moving. I started unbuttoning his shirt but he stopped me. He lifted himself off the bed and said he wanted to dance for me. I thought this was completely bizarre but I didn't have the courage to tell him. He told me to make myself comfortable and I did.
I lay on the bed and watched him 'dance'. It wasn't really dancing it was more erotic movements than dancing but whatever it was I was enjoying it! The first part of his body I saw was his chest and I moaned at the sight. I think he could sense that I really wanted to get on with 'things' and he seemed to speed up the process of his 'dancing'. Before long he was wearing nothing but his tight boxers - white just as they had been the very first day I fantasized about him. Without thinking I suddenly asked him to turn around so that I could see his butt. He did just so and he continued his 'dancing' as I stared at the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. His hands wandered inside his boxers and pulled them down a little to expose his ass to me. All the things I wanted to do to that ass were rushing through my mind and I threw my hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy a little. I wasn't sure that this was part of Carter's 'plan' but I needed it.
As he grabbed and rubbed his ass, my fingers wandered over my pussy which by now was absolutely soaking. When he turned around and saw what I was doing he smiled as if to tell me I was naughty. "You like my ass huh?" he smiled at me. My fingers between my legs answered his question. He walked over to me and asked if I'd like to feel it. I didn't need asking twice and my free hand went straight to his ass and started touching, feeling and rubbing. I let out an "Oh My God" and he turned round to face me. "You want me to continue or do you think you've been teased enough?" he smiled at me. I stopped rubbing my pussy and said to him "I'd love for you to continue but I so need you here with me."
As he got onto the bed to be beside me I moved myself and pushed him back onto the bed. I sat on his stomach and removed my top to expose my 34C tits. His face told me he liked the view and I smiled back at him as I lifted myself off him a little to maneuver my skirt off. As I did so I decided to go for it and take my panties off too, they were just in the way. I was now completely naked sitting on his stomach. I happened to glance down at his stomach and I saw traces of my juices glistening on his black skin. I can't describe how I felt at that point; it was something I'd never experienced before but the sight filled me with complete and utter lust.
I started moving myself back and forth on his stomach, rubbing my pussy and my juices against him. Reaching between my legs I stuck two fingers just inside my pussy and took them back out. I waved them just in front of his face for a few seconds before rubbing my fingers along his lips. I'd barely finished when his mouth opened and he sucked my fingers into his mouth and Mmmmmmm'd. "I'm so hungry baby" he whispered and I decided immediately that it was time to give him something to eat.
Lifting myself off his stomach I moved up the bed as he instinctively moved down the bed a little. I positioned my pussy just above his face and whispered to ask him how hungry he was. He didn't answer, instead his hands came up to my hips and pulled me down onto his face. I started moaning the second I felt his mouth on me. Within the first 30 seconds I knew that this guy was a real good pussy eater! And within the first minute I was cumming! I forgot we were in a hotel and it was the middle of the night but I couldn't help myself from moaning. I was rubbing myself against his face and I wanted to stay like that forever - I just didn't ever want to stop.
As much as I wanted to stay in that position I knew I was being selfish and so I moved to turn myself around so that I could return the favor. I thought a 69 would be a good idea and I turned to get my first glimpse of Carter's cock. His already impressive lunchbox now looked as if it could feed a family of 4 for a year and I was almost apprehensive about pulling his boxers down! I could see some precum soaking through his boxers and that made me want to suck his cock even more so without hesitation I lifted his boxers up and pushed them down as he lifted his ass off the bed to assist.
What a sight!!!! There must have been 10 inches of salami thick cock poking up in front of me begging for my mouth. As horny as I was, my very first thought was "That'll never get inside me!" but I said nothing. I took it in my hand and started licking, sucking and stroking it. As I did so he started work on my pussy again. I was convinced that I couldn't get my mouth around enough of his cock to satisfy him and I would have started to worry about it had I not heard him moan gently as I sucked what I could. His mouth and tongue were doing extremely well between my legs again and I could feel myself start to cum for the second time. I needed to moan as my orgasm took hold and so to save Carters cock from any injury I removed my mouth and licked it instead as I moaned my way through the orgasm.
Shortly after that I decided that I had to try and get this cock inside of me. I NEEDED to be fucked!!!! "I need this inside me" I told him as I turned around to face him. I bent over to kiss him and I could taste my juices on his lips and tongue. This turned me on even more and I reached between my legs to feel for his cock and when I found it I quickly parted my lips with my fingers and positioned it at my hole. Just the head of it on my hole filled me with (almost) fear but at the same time excitement. Carter whispered "Slow baby, real slow" as I lowered myself a little allowing his cock to push into me. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I lowered myself little by little on top of his cock feeling it stretch my pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. As I felt more and more of his cock slide inside of me the fear started to ease as I realized there was only the slightest pain. The slight pain I did feel was completely overshadowed by the wonderful feelings which seemed to tingle every nerve in my body. I think I probably had about half of his cock inside me when I started to 'ride' properly. It was real slow but I was riding this monster and the more I rode the more of his cock entered my pussy. As I started to gather some speed Carter whispered to me that it was "real good baby, real real good" and I was encouraged.
From the very first push inside to me sinking my pussy all the way down onto his 10 inch salami must have taken about 5 minutes in all. I didn't have time or inclination to wonder whether this achievement was anything spectacular because my body started to shake and I swear I almost passed out. I remember riding faster than I had done before and I remember hearing my own voice yelling and moaning inside my head but other than that I remember nothing. The next I remember is Carter pushing my legs back towards my chest and pushing his cock inside me. There are absolutely no words I could use to describe how I felt. None. There was pain, quite bad pain too but the pleasure I felt at the same time overwhelmed the pain. I remember reaching around to grab his beautiful ass and sinking my nails into it every time he thrust inside me. I also remember begging him not to stop and whether it was in my mind or not I remember yelling to tell him that I loved his cock. The only way I can describe what was happening (and only the women will appreciate this) is to say that it was like a non-stop orgasm. Really it was. The stuff that dreams are made of. But it was real and it was happening to me and I never wanted it to end.
It did end. It ended with me moaning so loud that Carter had to kiss me to stop me from waking the whole hotel as he filled my cunt with what felt like gallons of hot cum.
For about 5 minutes after the fucking stopped the two of us just lay there, him still on top of me, cock still inside me, breathing like we'd just ran 40 miles. I was so exhausted that I could have fallen asleep in a second but the reality of the situation started coming back to me and I realized that I needed to think about getting back to my own room. I tried to tell Carter that we should make a move to get back to our rooms but he continued kissing me. His cock, now much softer than it had been a few minutes before, was still inside me and it still felt good in there. As he kissed me he'd sometimes move his hips a little which made his cock stimulate my pussy and made me want to start all over again. But I knew that it would be pushing my luck and I became anxious about getting back to my room.
Carter finally paid attention to me and lifted himself off of my body so that we could start to dress. There was no conversation during the 5 or so minutes it took me to get ready in the bathroom and it was clear that neither of us wanted to go back to our own rooms. Once we were both ready Carter put his arms around me and we started kissing again. The kissing became more and more passionate and our hands started wandering over each others bodies again and I so wanted him to fuck me all over again right there. But I resisted and told him that we should stop. He agreed, grudgingly, and I offered him my phone number as some means of consolation in the hope that he actually wanted to see me again. "Meet me tomorrow" he said as we each wrote our numbers down. I told him I couldn't guarantee it but that I would call him one way or another. One final kiss and then we left the room to go back to our partners.
Hubby and Karen hadn't even noticed that we'd been gone which was a huge relief to me especially. I crept into bed and tried desperately to get to sleep but the nights events were running through my mind over and over again. As I lay there listening to hubby snore, I could still feel Carters cock inside me. When I had been washing in the bathroom just after Carter and I had fucked, I noticed that my pussy was red and almost swollen looking. I hoped this would disappear by morning in case hubby noticed and I must have fallen asleep as I lay worrying about one thing and another.
I did see Carter the next day, I called him almost as soon as I got back to my own house and we arranged for me to go to his apartment later in the afternoon. Hubby didn't seem to mind when I said that I wanted to go see a friend and as I drove to Carters I started to think of other excuses I could use for future meetings.
I'd like to say that I felt real guilty but I didn't. All I felt was the lust that I had felt ever since that BBQ at Karens house but it was a million times more intense now that I'd experienced Carter in the flesh.
When I arrived at Carters it was as if we'd known each other all our lives and we immediately started tearing at each others clothes. The sex was just as good as it had been the night before if not a little better because we experimented with a few more positions. Carters cock felt great no matter which position we did and I told him so several times. We started to communicate (sexually) a lot more than the previous night and we each started to discover the things and positions that the other liked best. Everything he did to me felt good and everything felt completely natural to me, as if it were meant to be.
After we finished I wanted to rush off to get home again but Carter started talking about things I wanted to avoid - Karen and hubby and how often we'd see each other and where and when. He seemed to understand when I told him that hubby was the most important thing in my life and that I was aware that I was cheating on him but I had no intention of ever leaving him or seeing Carter to such an extent that it would create problems in my marriage. He told me that his relationship with Karen wouldn't create any problems because there was no contract verbal or otherwise which tied them solely to each other. I was happy with that because at least one of the two of us had freedom.
Arrangements for meeting were left to as and when. Ideally we would meet when my hubby was at work but Carter works similar hours so it wasn't going to be easy but he had quite a bit of flexibility with his working hours so it was decided that he would make effort to see me during working days.
That's exactly what happened. On average we'd see each other 3 or 4 times a week during the day for an hour or two at most. The weekends were hell for me and Monday never came soon enough! I think maybe on two occasions I saw him during a weekend, times when I just couldn't wait for Monday afternoon but I tried not to make a habit of that because I didn't want hubbys suspicions aroused.
After about 2 months, Karen and Carter stopped seeing each other for no reason other than their relationship had ran it's course. When he stopped seeing Karen I expected him to see other women but he didn't appear interested. I wasn't sure if I would feel jealous upon finding out that he was fucking others and so I chose never to ask questions but to my knowledge there was noone else after Karen.
Once in September and once in November hubby seemed to be suspicious. He had noticed 'differences' in my pussy and my sex drive but I told him he was being silly. On the days when I'd fucked Carter I tried my best to avoid having sex with hubby not just because hubby didn't satisfy me in the way he once had but because I was very aware that my pussy was always red and swollen after a session with Carter. Hubby was no fool and I knew that he knew there was something different about my pussy and on the spur of the moment one time he questioned me I told him (in a confession kinda way) that I'd started masturbating with homemade toys and stuff. This 'confession' seemed to allay his fears of anything untoward but at the same time it excited him and I had no choice but to play along and put on shows for him with me and various 'instruments', the most common of which was a cucumber.
At Christmas time last year I fucked up with an excuse I had given hubby and although I got out of it by inventing a story about surprise presents, it scared me. The questioning sessions were becoming more and more frequent and so I confided in Carter that we'd have to cool things off for a bit. Somehow I managed to go a whole three weeks without seeing him and then after that time I went for 5 weeks. As a result we kinda drifted apart and after the last time I saw him (2 months ago) neither of us have called the other.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss the sex with Carter because I do, a lot! But at the end of the day I need to keep my marriage safe. I've played with the idea of suggesting to hubby that we try other things like 3sums and the like to spice up our sex life but I can't get the words out of my mouth. After the 'ive been masturbating with cucumbers and things' confession episode hubby started asking me about other things I wanted to try out but I couldn't (and still can't) bring myself to say that I'd like to involve others in our sex life. In particular - black men with big cocks! I think it would make him feel inadequate and I don't want to hurt his pride. Maybe one day I'll mention it and maybe one day I'll be fortunate enough to get another big black cock inside me but for now I am testing the water now and then by mentioning him with other women (and the like). Watch this space................
Lizbeth
- 06.12.2021
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