That when you became a black cock slut??
WIVE'S EROTIC CONFESSIONS
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One morning while my husband was at work, a friend of his dropped by to visit. His name was John and he was quite a handsome black guy I'd met only a couple of times. I told him Todd was working and he said he must have got his days mixed up and said he see him another day. I said that since he was here, he might as well stay for coffee. He said sure and came in but we never got around to coffee. There was a definite chemistry that instantly took hold and we fucked right there on the kitchen floor. Sometimes I work about my husband finding out.
Often when my husband and I make love, he wants me to tell him a dirty little story to spice things up a bit. Last week I told him about getting fucked by a much younger man I had met at the beach. I told him how handsome he was, what a great body he had, and, of course, how big his cock was. My husband loved the story and came quickly as I whispered it in his ear. The thing is, it really happened!
Every time my husband invites me to his best friend's house I always end up hooking up with the friend. Actually anywhere we meet for a get together we hook up. We first hooked up when I was about forty or so. He offered to show me his house while my husband was out in the yard looking at a new boat. Next thing I know we're kissing upstairs in one of the rooms. We're both touching each other. He turned me around to start having sex but I said we better not go too far. We continued to make out but no sex. Few weeks later I'm at their house and he wants to show me the new backyard and a horse he had purchased. We get to the barn are and he kisses me passionately. We kiss for a few minutes before having to stop as others are walking out. All night we played it risky by flirting and touching when no one is looking. Almost getting caught a few times. Eventually most leave and it's me him and my husband and another friend. The two guys are so involved in their football debate that we sneak off to a room and immediately start kissing again. Kissing and touching. This time I give him a blowjob. We kept the door unlocked. The risk is fun. I eventually got to where I wanted him inside me. He was hesitant but I pulled him between my legs and he slid inside. We had sex for a minute or so and he stopped saying we were going to get caught. The risky play was so exciting but we decided we better meet in a safe place to carry on our encounter. My pussy was aching and wet as we went out to join my husband and his friend who were still arguing about the game. If he only knew.
Where was the vacation?
I'm in love with my husband and very satisfied with our sex life. My only concern is his “ultimate” fantasy, which is to watch me have sex with another man. Not only that, a black man! This has been his main fantasy over our ten year relationship and he has increasingly tried to escalate this. I just am not interested in other men—I love my husband! But of course I slept with other men before my husband, I am not a prude and I want to make him happy and I don’t want to shut down his fantasy. We’ve done all the usual: taking dirty, flirting while he watches (with my wedding ring on, nothing deceiving to the other person), I’ve gone on erotic sites. But this is what he says he only fantasizes about. Am I confusing monogamy with what he wants? And if he wants it so much, while I am neutral at best, do I owe him to explore this? I only want my husband in bed, but I also want to satisfy his desires too.
I've been with my husband for over 20 years now. I was shocked when he told me he had a fetish. He would like to watch me have sex with a younger, well-hung black man. He told me lots of couples do it and it good to spice up a relationship. I was a bit confused at first but after a good long chat with him I was starting to get aroused by the thought of it. I finally let him talk me into it and I loved it. Now I want it all the time.
The number one thing I want in bed as women is to be well fucked. I want a guy who can throw me on my back and make me cum over and over again. That's why I like big, strong, well-hung black men!
“There’s nothing better than coming home and finding you there, waiting for me. The lights are low, candles are lit and scented oils are ready. I could really use a relaxing massage. You ask me to undress and lie down. I consent. Then you start massaging my back with the oils. As the aroma fills my nostrils, my body melts into your hands. You accompany the massage with kisses on the nape of my neck.
You then tell me to turn around and massage my collarbone, before sliding your hands down to my breasts. My nipples harden at your touch and you twist them ever so gently. You kiss me softly as your fingers travel towards my clit. I know I want more.
You ask me how my date went and I say it was wonderful. You push my legs a part and slide your tongue deep inside me tasting my lover's sperm."
You then tell me to turn around and massage my collarbone, before sliding your hands down to my breasts. My nipples harden at your touch and you twist them ever so gently. You kiss me softly as your fingers travel towards my clit. I know I want more.
You ask me how my date went and I say it was wonderful. You push my legs a part and slide your tongue deep inside me tasting my lover's sperm."
I'm a 47 year old married woman who carried on an affair with a then 24 year old man for three years. We met at work and instantly felt a chemistry between us inspire of a twenty year age difference. I have always kept myself in good physical condition and have worked hard at being my best so I was able to attract this much younger man. It started off with conversations and then phone calls. Eventually our conversations got around to us having an affair. He was unattached and my husband works out of town a lot so there was more than ample opportunity for this to happen. Finally we decided to initiate a sexual relationship. My husband and I had a good enough sex life, but something was missing, maybe because we'd been married for quite a long time. Anyway I was excited by the advances of a much younger handsome man and I wanted to "do it" with him.
We met one afternoon in a downtown hotel and although I was nervous, I was also excited and ready. It started with kissing but quickly progressed to clothes off and hoping into bed. He had a very hard, athletic body which was in stark contrast to my husband and I loved the feel of his muscular arms and chest. His cock was also considerable larger than my husband's and I could feel my pussy getting damp in anticipation of taking such a nice thick hunk of man meat deep inside me.
Brimming with excitement, neither of us showed the least sign of hesitancy and soon he was fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts that made me cum several times. We spent the whole afternoon in bed kissing, sucking, licking and fucking. We couldn't get enough of each other. After the first time, I told him not to use a condom and I let him cum inside me twice more, licking him clean both times.
And so started a three year affair of sexual experimentation and excitement where we navigated our deepest desires and cravings. Nothing went undone, no part of our bodies left untouched. During our time together we fucked countless times and experienced everything that could be experienced. But, alas, all good things come to an end. Things just got to complicated and so it ended. My husband has no idea that his wife lived a secret live of sexual desire right behind his back. My young stud has moved away now but I always think of our times together and long to feel him deep inside me one more time.
We met one afternoon in a downtown hotel and although I was nervous, I was also excited and ready. It started with kissing but quickly progressed to clothes off and hoping into bed. He had a very hard, athletic body which was in stark contrast to my husband and I loved the feel of his muscular arms and chest. His cock was also considerable larger than my husband's and I could feel my pussy getting damp in anticipation of taking such a nice thick hunk of man meat deep inside me.
Brimming with excitement, neither of us showed the least sign of hesitancy and soon he was fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts that made me cum several times. We spent the whole afternoon in bed kissing, sucking, licking and fucking. We couldn't get enough of each other. After the first time, I told him not to use a condom and I let him cum inside me twice more, licking him clean both times.
And so started a three year affair of sexual experimentation and excitement where we navigated our deepest desires and cravings. Nothing went undone, no part of our bodies left untouched. During our time together we fucked countless times and experienced everything that could be experienced. But, alas, all good things come to an end. Things just got to complicated and so it ended. My husband has no idea that his wife lived a secret live of sexual desire right behind his back. My young stud has moved away now but I always think of our times together and long to feel him deep inside me one more time.
I want to spend some quality time with a room full of cocks this size , then make sure nobody goes home without being totally drained of every drop of cum they had. Then set it up again for next week and the week after.
My wife said that to John one time because he always said his was big and he showed her then put he hand on it and I think she came right then. And this was before she had ever fuck him.
I have a friend who went to Vegas with a couple of women she is friends with. All three are married and it has been a tradition for a few years to have a girl's weekend away. This was my friend's first trip however and during the flight one of the other girls asked her if she knew the real reason they went on this weekend every year. Somewhat surprised she just said "go get away and have some fun." Her friend replied that she was right but then whispered into her, " ... and to get laid by a big, beautiful black man." When I asked her if she did, she just smiled and said, "what do you think?" I replied that I thought I'd have to go with them next year!
This kind of thing happens ALL the time !
My wife is very much the same, except I found out and ruined it for her
“I am addicted to fine, strong, black men. If I see a black man and he is fine, and looks strong, I begin to lust after him. I am blessed with a good paying job, so I very often to out to clubs and nice restaurants which are often staffed by handsome, young, sexy men. My educational background and working experiences have opened more opportunities to me, created more hunger to want and have everything, and has also made me less fearful, less careful. You just have to look fine and strong, and I will figure out a way to employ you for something worth paying for – for a brief moment. My husband travels a lot to do businesses, so I am often on my own and can pursue my desires."
Bring my wife with you.
Earlier this year, Mark, a friend of ours and I were both picking up our daughters from a dance class they were taking together and we all went out to the park afterwards. Jeff and I got to talking and something weird happened when the girls were kind of out of sight at the playground. We kissed. I'm not sure how it happened, it just did, like magnetically. We were just having good conversation and it wasn't a sexually charged conversation either. So that happened and then it happened again, and again, and it keeps happening. We've met up before pick-ups to kiss. We've kissed at the park when no one was looking. We've kissed in our cars.
His wife doesn't know and my husband doesn't know and we don't want them to know. We also have no intention in taking things any further. We simply like kissing each other. Cheating? I don't think so. Not really. Only a little bit. And I don't think that counts.
His wife doesn't know and my husband doesn't know and we don't want them to know. We also have no intention in taking things any further. We simply like kissing each other. Cheating? I don't think so. Not really. Only a little bit. And I don't think that counts.
Without going into all the details, during a vacation last spring, I gave a young black guy a handjob. It just kind of happened and it was fun. He came a lot. My husband has no idea.
Love it and that was just the right amount of details.
