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[ "Don't it always seem to go...you don't know what you've got till it's gone", as Joni Mitchell sang some years ago; and how very true those words are, and for a variety of situations! In this instance, I'm talking about a wife and mother, who's husband (for some reason) lost his ability to truly 'perceive', rather than merely 'seeing' (superficially) what he had in her...until it was far, far too late to save her for his own! ]
When Cindy had gone down to Florida to see her mother, and her daughter who was staying with her, she had no idea that before she left that she'd end up fucking the black guy who lived right next door, and more than once, and that she'd end up exchanging phone numbers with several other black men she met while there; but that was exactly what transpired!
Now she was back in New York city (at least for a while), and she was badly missing that massive, and beautiful black cock of Willis; her mothers next door neighbor, SO MUCH! However, the phone numbers she'd exchanged with those other black guys she'd met down there were paying off rather nicely; and though she stayed in frequent touch with Willis, he'd encouraged her to pursue those other guys; and she had!
In fact, as she left the house, she was on her way to meet one of these other black guys at a hotel in the city that she had paid for already over her phone! Her husband was just as surly as he ever been, but he wanted to know where she was going, and she'd replied, as she was leaving: "I'm going to meet a friend for lunch."
"Who is that?" He insisted, scowling slightly.
"No one you know," she said, and closed the door behind, bringing that brief, and icy conversation to an end.
As she drove off, she found herself feeling quite excited at the thought that her husband would have gone out of his mind had he known that she wasn't just going to fuck some other guy, but a black man specifically, and entirely deliberately! Her husband was quite a loud-and-proud racist and all around bigot. But what had finally motivated Cindy to start fucking other men was her husbands long neglect of her as a woman, and a woman who still had sexual needs and desires, and who craved the attention that he, her husband, had long ago ceased doing. Of course, it hadn't helped that her husband had apparently lost his ability to get, let alone hold onto, an erection for a sufficiently long enough time in order to have sex! Along with their frequent arguments regarding race, his erectile dysfunction issue hadn't helped their marriage either.
But that was no longer going to be Cindy's problem; and whether she and her husband got divorced, or they didn't, she was no longer going to allow her sexual hunger to go on languishing away!
Cindy met DeShawn at a smaller, but reasonably nice and clean hotel. She remember them chatting together in Florida before exchanging phone numbers, and the pleasant thrill she had felt in his openly admiring company. In fact, even though she had been with Willis at the time, he hadn't seemed to mind these other black men openly flirting with her; and if anything, he had openly encouraged it. He'd been the one to suggest she exchange phone numbers with them! Now she was glad she had.
DeShawn was younger than Cindy, but by only five years or so, but she also loved the way he excited her as they briefly chatted in the lobby before going up to the room. In fact, as they rode the elevator, she had butterflies in her stomach, whirling around excitedly.
As soon as the elevator door closed, DeShawn immediately took Cindy in his arms and kissed her---a strong, eager, commanding sort of open-mouth kiss, with plenty of tongue; and that put even more fuel onto Cindy's already burning lust. When their moths parted, DeShawn said: "I'm going to fuck you SO hard!"
"Oh, god YES!" Was Cindy's equally eager reply.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," DeShawn added, smiling into her face. "You've been married to a white boi," he went on to say. "A woman like you---you need a real man. A black man! You need a BIG black cock. Am I right?"
"Oh, yes!" Cindy answered without the slightest pause. "I want you to FUCK me; and to fuck me HARD!"
She had made a point to emphasize the words 'fuck' and 'hard', and hearing herself saying them as she did, had excited her so much her pussy felt wet and hot at the thought of yet another huge black cock like Willis' had been!
Cindy's original plan had been that she and DeShawn would fuck and then leave; but that isn't the way it ended up going. Rather, she and DeShawn had fucked, sucked, fucked some more, back and forth, for over four hours before they left!
Now Cindy laid back on the rumpled sheets next to DeShawn feeling as if she was floating on air. Willis had been a truly wonderful lover, but DeShawn---he had taken things to a higher level than she had thought possible; and now her pussy was warm and dripping with the three separate loads of cum he'd unloaded in her. She could feel it slowly trickling out of her pussy, and down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets; and she loved it.
DeShwan had been quite adept at oral sex, too; and he had spent a considerable amount of time and attention probing Cindy's pussy with fingers, but most importantly, with his tireless tongue! In fact, he refused to fuck her even once until she' had several orgasms, and then, once she was dripping wet, he'd slid that gigantic black cock of his deep inside of her pussy...and that was where she felt like she was in Heaven, itself! Once again, sex with DeShawn, as it had been with Willis, had been nothing remotely like the sex she had known with her husband. The two experiences couldn't be compared in ANY way!
Cindy and DeShawn lingered there on the hotel room bed for some time; each seeming reluctant for their time together to end; but it had to end, at least for the time being.
"I want to fuck you again!" Cindy said, rolling over on her side to face DeShawn, who smiled at her comment.
"Mmmm! That sounds great! Anytime you like!"
"I've never had anything like this!" Cindy said, referring to the sort of sex she and DeShawn (and Willis) had had.
He smiled again, and then kissed her.
"Then you must have more!" He said, and they both chuckled at that.
"Absolutely! Cindy said affirming his comment.
"A sexy woman like you shouldn't be ignored," DeShawn commented.
Cindy didn't reply.
"If I may say so, your husband's a stupid motherfucker. Seriously. To let you go? That's fucking nuts."
Cindy was thrilled by the compliment this younger and handsome black man was paying her, and she had no doubt that she was definitely going to fuck him again, and again, and as frequently as she could! In fact, she was going to fuck as many other black men, younger, or even older, as she possibly could---now that she knew shat she'd been missing out on for so long!
It was like pulling the trigger of a gun. Once the trigger was pulled, and the bullet fired, there was no stopping it; no taking it back. The action created a reaction, and an unstoppable reaction, at that. That's the way it had felt from the first time she had gone over to her mothers next door neighbors house late at night, the night she'd fucked him. THAT was the trigger that had been pulled, and all the rest of it had followed directly from that---and that, too, could not be changed, or taken back. But, she didn't want to take any of it back! She wanted more! And more!
She and DeShawn showered before they left the hotel. Standing with him in the warm falling water, had almost brought on one more fuck session, too! But by then, though the mind was willing, they were both very tired from all the strenuous fucking and sucking they had been doing for hours, and so they had gotten out of the shower, toweled off, dressed, and left (by separate exits).
But before they parted, Cindy said: "You made me feel SO good! Thank you!"
DeShawn was pleased to hear that, of course, but not exactly surprised. The white women he'd fucked before all seemed to react like Cindy was.
"I enjoyed being with you very much as well," he replied, truthfully.
Even though by then they were walking down the hallway to the elevator, Cindy openly said to DeShawn: "I want to fuck you again!" The conviction in her voice was reassuring to DeShwan, who very much wanted to fuck Cindy again as well!
"I have no doubt that we will definitely do so!" He said, and then giving her a brief kiss, they went different ways.
When Cindy arrived back home, her husband was changing a light bulb in the kitchen. Neither greeted each other warmly, but that wasn't unusual. In fact, that was typical, and had been for years.
"So, did you have a nice time with your friend?" He inquired as he was reinstalling the dust cover of the overhead light.
"I did," was Cindy's curt reply.
She could tell he wanted to inquire further, but she didn't give him the chance to ask further questions, and she headed back to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and checked her phone for messages. There were two: one from her daughter in Florida, and the other from DeShawn. She replied to her daughters text first, and then DeShawn's.
As she finished reading it, she felt her pussy throbbing slightly at the memory of DeShawn's huge black cock as it had filled her pussy completely; from top to bottom; just as Willis' cock had done in Florida---and she thought to herself why would I ever settle for a small white 'penis' (the word 'penis' seemed far more appropriate to what her husband had, rather than the 'cock' that Willis and DeShawn had)? The feeling of being so COMPLETELY FULL of such a big cock was marvelous, and it made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before with her husband.
Was she going to divorce her husband? She hadn't made up her mind about that quite yet, but she felt no real interest in trying to keep it going; and so a divorce was more than likely. They no longer loved each other. That had been gone, she now realized, for quite some time now. The marriage had been going on inertia only, and that was fading. But the one thing Cindy was absolutely certain of, was that she wanted MORE black men like Willis and now DeShawn to fuck and be fucked by!
The spark had fallen on dry tinder, and it was now burning hotter all the time!
The End
When Cindy had gone down to Florida to see her mother, and her daughter who was staying with her, she had no idea that before she left that she'd end up fucking the black guy who lived right next door, and more than once, and that she'd end up exchanging phone numbers with several other black men she met while there; but that was exactly what transpired!
Now she was back in New York city (at least for a while), and she was badly missing that massive, and beautiful black cock of Willis; her mothers next door neighbor, SO MUCH! However, the phone numbers she'd exchanged with those other black guys she'd met down there were paying off rather nicely; and though she stayed in frequent touch with Willis, he'd encouraged her to pursue those other guys; and she had!
In fact, as she left the house, she was on her way to meet one of these other black guys at a hotel in the city that she had paid for already over her phone! Her husband was just as surly as he ever been, but he wanted to know where she was going, and she'd replied, as she was leaving: "I'm going to meet a friend for lunch."
"Who is that?" He insisted, scowling slightly.
"No one you know," she said, and closed the door behind, bringing that brief, and icy conversation to an end.
As she drove off, she found herself feeling quite excited at the thought that her husband would have gone out of his mind had he known that she wasn't just going to fuck some other guy, but a black man specifically, and entirely deliberately! Her husband was quite a loud-and-proud racist and all around bigot. But what had finally motivated Cindy to start fucking other men was her husbands long neglect of her as a woman, and a woman who still had sexual needs and desires, and who craved the attention that he, her husband, had long ago ceased doing. Of course, it hadn't helped that her husband had apparently lost his ability to get, let alone hold onto, an erection for a sufficiently long enough time in order to have sex! Along with their frequent arguments regarding race, his erectile dysfunction issue hadn't helped their marriage either.
But that was no longer going to be Cindy's problem; and whether she and her husband got divorced, or they didn't, she was no longer going to allow her sexual hunger to go on languishing away!
Cindy met DeShawn at a smaller, but reasonably nice and clean hotel. She remember them chatting together in Florida before exchanging phone numbers, and the pleasant thrill she had felt in his openly admiring company. In fact, even though she had been with Willis at the time, he hadn't seemed to mind these other black men openly flirting with her; and if anything, he had openly encouraged it. He'd been the one to suggest she exchange phone numbers with them! Now she was glad she had.
DeShawn was younger than Cindy, but by only five years or so, but she also loved the way he excited her as they briefly chatted in the lobby before going up to the room. In fact, as they rode the elevator, she had butterflies in her stomach, whirling around excitedly.
As soon as the elevator door closed, DeShawn immediately took Cindy in his arms and kissed her---a strong, eager, commanding sort of open-mouth kiss, with plenty of tongue; and that put even more fuel onto Cindy's already burning lust. When their moths parted, DeShawn said: "I'm going to fuck you SO hard!"
"Oh, god YES!" Was Cindy's equally eager reply.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," DeShawn added, smiling into her face. "You've been married to a white boi," he went on to say. "A woman like you---you need a real man. A black man! You need a BIG black cock. Am I right?"
"Oh, yes!" Cindy answered without the slightest pause. "I want you to FUCK me; and to fuck me HARD!"
She had made a point to emphasize the words 'fuck' and 'hard', and hearing herself saying them as she did, had excited her so much her pussy felt wet and hot at the thought of yet another huge black cock like Willis' had been!
Cindy's original plan had been that she and DeShawn would fuck and then leave; but that isn't the way it ended up going. Rather, she and DeShawn had fucked, sucked, fucked some more, back and forth, for over four hours before they left!
Now Cindy laid back on the rumpled sheets next to DeShawn feeling as if she was floating on air. Willis had been a truly wonderful lover, but DeShawn---he had taken things to a higher level than she had thought possible; and now her pussy was warm and dripping with the three separate loads of cum he'd unloaded in her. She could feel it slowly trickling out of her pussy, and down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets; and she loved it.
DeShwan had been quite adept at oral sex, too; and he had spent a considerable amount of time and attention probing Cindy's pussy with fingers, but most importantly, with his tireless tongue! In fact, he refused to fuck her even once until she' had several orgasms, and then, once she was dripping wet, he'd slid that gigantic black cock of his deep inside of her pussy...and that was where she felt like she was in Heaven, itself! Once again, sex with DeShawn, as it had been with Willis, had been nothing remotely like the sex she had known with her husband. The two experiences couldn't be compared in ANY way!
Cindy and DeShawn lingered there on the hotel room bed for some time; each seeming reluctant for their time together to end; but it had to end, at least for the time being.
"I want to fuck you again!" Cindy said, rolling over on her side to face DeShawn, who smiled at her comment.
"Mmmm! That sounds great! Anytime you like!"
"I've never had anything like this!" Cindy said, referring to the sort of sex she and DeShawn (and Willis) had had.
He smiled again, and then kissed her.
"Then you must have more!" He said, and they both chuckled at that.
"Absolutely! Cindy said affirming his comment.
"A sexy woman like you shouldn't be ignored," DeShawn commented.
Cindy didn't reply.
"If I may say so, your husband's a stupid motherfucker. Seriously. To let you go? That's fucking nuts."
Cindy was thrilled by the compliment this younger and handsome black man was paying her, and she had no doubt that she was definitely going to fuck him again, and again, and as frequently as she could! In fact, she was going to fuck as many other black men, younger, or even older, as she possibly could---now that she knew shat she'd been missing out on for so long!
It was like pulling the trigger of a gun. Once the trigger was pulled, and the bullet fired, there was no stopping it; no taking it back. The action created a reaction, and an unstoppable reaction, at that. That's the way it had felt from the first time she had gone over to her mothers next door neighbors house late at night, the night she'd fucked him. THAT was the trigger that had been pulled, and all the rest of it had followed directly from that---and that, too, could not be changed, or taken back. But, she didn't want to take any of it back! She wanted more! And more!
She and DeShawn showered before they left the hotel. Standing with him in the warm falling water, had almost brought on one more fuck session, too! But by then, though the mind was willing, they were both very tired from all the strenuous fucking and sucking they had been doing for hours, and so they had gotten out of the shower, toweled off, dressed, and left (by separate exits).
But before they parted, Cindy said: "You made me feel SO good! Thank you!"
DeShawn was pleased to hear that, of course, but not exactly surprised. The white women he'd fucked before all seemed to react like Cindy was.
"I enjoyed being with you very much as well," he replied, truthfully.
Even though by then they were walking down the hallway to the elevator, Cindy openly said to DeShawn: "I want to fuck you again!" The conviction in her voice was reassuring to DeShwan, who very much wanted to fuck Cindy again as well!
"I have no doubt that we will definitely do so!" He said, and then giving her a brief kiss, they went different ways.
When Cindy arrived back home, her husband was changing a light bulb in the kitchen. Neither greeted each other warmly, but that wasn't unusual. In fact, that was typical, and had been for years.
"So, did you have a nice time with your friend?" He inquired as he was reinstalling the dust cover of the overhead light.
"I did," was Cindy's curt reply.
She could tell he wanted to inquire further, but she didn't give him the chance to ask further questions, and she headed back to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and checked her phone for messages. There were two: one from her daughter in Florida, and the other from DeShawn. She replied to her daughters text first, and then DeShawn's.
As she finished reading it, she felt her pussy throbbing slightly at the memory of DeShawn's huge black cock as it had filled her pussy completely; from top to bottom; just as Willis' cock had done in Florida---and she thought to herself why would I ever settle for a small white 'penis' (the word 'penis' seemed far more appropriate to what her husband had, rather than the 'cock' that Willis and DeShawn had)? The feeling of being so COMPLETELY FULL of such a big cock was marvelous, and it made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before with her husband.
Was she going to divorce her husband? She hadn't made up her mind about that quite yet, but she felt no real interest in trying to keep it going; and so a divorce was more than likely. They no longer loved each other. That had been gone, she now realized, for quite some time now. The marriage had been going on inertia only, and that was fading. But the one thing Cindy was absolutely certain of, was that she wanted MORE black men like Willis and now DeShawn to fuck and be fucked by!
The spark had fallen on dry tinder, and it was now burning hotter all the time!
The End
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