I've never really found it necessary to cheat on my husband as he supports my dalliance's 100%, but there have been those times when the opportunity presented itself and it was just too good to give up an exciting and thrilling opportunity. One such occasion was initiated at a lifestyle club my husband and I were visiting on a weekday night. It was unusually slow with a very vanilla group of men and considering my exclusive taste for chocolate it did not appear that my wants, needs and desires would be fulfilled this night. As my husband went to use the men's room prior to us leaving I noticed a rather large, mature beautifully dark gentleman with a bald head and close cut gray beard enter the club. This sighting brought an immediate smile to my face. It must have been karma as he saw me light up and headed straight to our table. No invitation was necessary as he took a seat, telling me in his deep soothing voice he had been searching for me all night. Alas I had to inform him we were leaving as soon as my husband was done in the restroom. Producing his cell phone he told me to give him my number. Now this is something my husband and I never give out until we're comfortable with the individual we are sharing it with, however, without giving it a second thought I took his phone, entered my name and number, handed it back and told him to call me. As I spotted my husband I got up and met him where upon we exited the club. Two days later around mid morning I received a phone call. I recognized the "Barry White" voice on the phone instantly. He was inviting me to lunch, which I immediately accepted. Giving him the address, he would pick me up within the hour, just enough time to get ready. A sundress and sandals would do nicely, to my thinking no bra nor panties were necessary. True to his word he picked me off and drove to a favorite Tex-Mex restaurant of mine. We took a secluded booth back in the bar area sitting opposite each other. Though not an Adonis I found his hypnotic voice and mature features extremely attractive. True I might have had one too many margaritas but as we shared several appetizers I was becoming more impatience for his touch. Slipping off a sandal I moved my foot up his leg to his inner thigh, feeling his thick manhood and massaging it through his pants. He let me know that in no uncertain terms he would have to carry a menu in front of his pants should I continue toying with him. I suggested we go for a leisurely drive and he whole heartedly agreed, paying the bill and walking out arm in arm. We drove for an hour or so and found ourselves out of the city and into the big piney woods. Parking in a secluded spot he displayed his dominance. I was ordered to strip and climb into the back seat. I obeyed. I now had flashbacks of my high school years. I was fourteen, in the back seat of an old Pontiac, naked, laying down, my butt sticking to the vinyl seat as one Black Boy after another took their turn filling me with their seed, groping my breasts, telling me what a tramp and slut I was, a white whore for Blacks, experiencing one amazing orgasm after another. He opened the door and got into the back, his pants pulled down, his stunningly thick dick ready to penetrate my wet cunt. He wasn't exceptionally long but he made up for it in his girth. I moaned as he gave me the stretching I craved, his hands grabbing my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples, OH GODS coming from me as he pounded away. I could feel the final thrusts coming as he exploded inside me, one surge after another as he tried to get deeper with every push. I remembered how the Black Boys felt after depositing their seed deep in me. Looking at him I think that feeling of satisfaction never leaves a Man. I too was satisfied, for the moment anyway. He sat back while I sucked the cocktail of cum and pussy juice from his prick. As we drove back he refused to let me put my sundress back on, instead pulling up next to the big eighteen wheeled trucks so I could give the truckers "a thrill". We knew they appreciated it when they honked their horns. Once home I had to clean myself up before my husband saw me. Funny but when he asked how my day had been, I honestly replied as exciting and thrilling as ever.