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LynnB4Blk
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My husband began hinting, suggesting and finally BUGGING me to date black guys back when we were engaged. Any wives reading this know how heavy-handed husbands can be, right? I wasn't against the idea, trust me. But if I am going to have sex I'd at least like being the one who initiates the fun and not react to nagging from a horny husband.
I DID start having sex with black guys (and eventually a couple black women but that was in the future); but my real 'crossover' came at a time when I was away from my husband. I had gone to a seminar in Anaheim, CA for my job - it was to last a week. The first night there at the hotel I began making the rounds of the hospitality suites offered by the various companies doing business in my profession (healthcare). At one suite I began chatting with a really nice, funny and intelligent black guy. During that time I seemed to always be offered a Crown Royal Manhattan (my fav drink). After 3 or 4 I was feeling quite 'sociable' and remained with my new black friend. When it came time to close the suite he suggested I stop by his room for another drink and we could talk. I was all tingly by then, the combination of the drinks, being so far from home and the black guy made me giddy. So I made sure I showed up at his room an hour later.
We had two more drinks while we talked and laughed. I knew I probably needed to get back to my own room and when I got ready to go the guy asked if he could have a kiss. Well, feeling 'free' I agreed and I received the deepest, most erotic kiss I had ever experienced - and it didn't seem to end. When his hands went to my ass I didn't resist, even when he began feeling and squeezing; I just kept kissing. When his hands went to my boobs I hesitated but let him feel - I'm a natural D-cup - and when he opened a few buttons on my blouse and slid his hands inside and under my bra I knew in the back of my mind this would lead further and really should stop BUT...I liked the feeling. So we were still standing there kissing with my blouse wide open and my tits bared as he fondled and felt and squeezed. And I let him take my hand and put it on his crotch to feel a very impressive and heavy bulge. I was tracing the outline with my fingers when I just slid his zipper down and reached inside. Oh yeah - it was impressive; very thick and heavy in my hand, warm and smooth. I broke our kiss and looked at him "Do you want me to suck it?" I whispered and lowered my head. I gently pumped his chocolate-colored dick and stared at it before slipping my lips over it. His hands went to my head as I began sucking and continued to gently stroke it. I could hear him groaning softly and his hips began thrusting as my head bobbed up and down.
Finally, he lifted me up and said we ought to get on the bed. So we finished undressing each other - during which time he kept complimenting my body and I couldn't keep my hands from his gorgeous cock. Just laying on the bed and feeling his body against me was incredible. He fingered my pussy, fucking it deeply while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I was ready!
I have heard black guys like doggy-style best but my own preference was on my back and I was on it! I had my legs spread, knees drawn back and my hand was rubbing his big dick at the entrance to my pussy. He paused and had me look down between my thighs as he entered me - the combination of SEEING it and then FEELING it enter me was fantastic. I was so damned wet and he just sank up inside me so slowly...I felt wonderfully stuffed, no real discomfort and when he was finally all the way in he began a gentle fucking rhythm. My hips were moving on their own, jutting and humping at him while I kissed him and ran my hands all over his back. I must have had four or five orgasms in a row - deep, shattering climaxes that left me weak but still so horny! When he looked down at me and said he wanted to cum inside me I just nodded and said, "Yesssss," in a long sigh. His hands slid to my asscheeks (I lifted up so he could get his hands full) and he started to fuck me deep. It wasn't long before we both tensed and he just flooded me with his sperm. It ran out around the sides of his dick, ran down into the crack of my ass, my asscheeks were rubbed into it getting all wet and sticky and he slowed his fucking.
As he withdrew I felt a big empty place in my pussy and we laid there and cuddled. I felt so good; no guilt, no second thoughts. He fondled my big tits and I played with his wet dick, rubbing the head against my clit until I was horny again. I asked him if he'd like me to suck his dick more and he nodded. The erotic thing was that he stood and had me blow him in front of a mirror! I was sucking his dick and could glance at myself in the mirror. I kept one hand pumping his dick as I sucked and played with myself with my free hand. With the sperm making my pussy soupy I used it to make my clit slick and masturbated until I came. He told me he was cumming and I guess he thought I was going to stop blowing him cuz he tried lifting me up but I pushed his hands away and went down deeper on his dick. Wow...he grunted and I had thick warm sperm jetting over my tongue and the amount was still so heavy that some of it slid from my lips and hung down in really thick, jiggly strands. I held his load in my mouth, pressed my lips together and slid them off his dick. I looked up at him and gave him a 'creamy' smile, opening my mouth to show him his load in my mouth, I had to be careful since it was brimming just past my lips. I swallowed.
And yes, I went back there every night and got fucked. I loved it. Interestingly enough I said nothing to my husband when I came home at the end of the week but from that time on I began seeing black guys with a deeper intensity and desire.
I DID start having sex with black guys (and eventually a couple black women but that was in the future); but my real 'crossover' came at a time when I was away from my husband. I had gone to a seminar in Anaheim, CA for my job - it was to last a week. The first night there at the hotel I began making the rounds of the hospitality suites offered by the various companies doing business in my profession (healthcare). At one suite I began chatting with a really nice, funny and intelligent black guy. During that time I seemed to always be offered a Crown Royal Manhattan (my fav drink). After 3 or 4 I was feeling quite 'sociable' and remained with my new black friend. When it came time to close the suite he suggested I stop by his room for another drink and we could talk. I was all tingly by then, the combination of the drinks, being so far from home and the black guy made me giddy. So I made sure I showed up at his room an hour later.
We had two more drinks while we talked and laughed. I knew I probably needed to get back to my own room and when I got ready to go the guy asked if he could have a kiss. Well, feeling 'free' I agreed and I received the deepest, most erotic kiss I had ever experienced - and it didn't seem to end. When his hands went to my ass I didn't resist, even when he began feeling and squeezing; I just kept kissing. When his hands went to my boobs I hesitated but let him feel - I'm a natural D-cup - and when he opened a few buttons on my blouse and slid his hands inside and under my bra I knew in the back of my mind this would lead further and really should stop BUT...I liked the feeling. So we were still standing there kissing with my blouse wide open and my tits bared as he fondled and felt and squeezed. And I let him take my hand and put it on his crotch to feel a very impressive and heavy bulge. I was tracing the outline with my fingers when I just slid his zipper down and reached inside. Oh yeah - it was impressive; very thick and heavy in my hand, warm and smooth. I broke our kiss and looked at him "Do you want me to suck it?" I whispered and lowered my head. I gently pumped his chocolate-colored dick and stared at it before slipping my lips over it. His hands went to my head as I began sucking and continued to gently stroke it. I could hear him groaning softly and his hips began thrusting as my head bobbed up and down.
Finally, he lifted me up and said we ought to get on the bed. So we finished undressing each other - during which time he kept complimenting my body and I couldn't keep my hands from his gorgeous cock. Just laying on the bed and feeling his body against me was incredible. He fingered my pussy, fucking it deeply while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I was ready!
I have heard black guys like doggy-style best but my own preference was on my back and I was on it! I had my legs spread, knees drawn back and my hand was rubbing his big dick at the entrance to my pussy. He paused and had me look down between my thighs as he entered me - the combination of SEEING it and then FEELING it enter me was fantastic. I was so damned wet and he just sank up inside me so slowly...I felt wonderfully stuffed, no real discomfort and when he was finally all the way in he began a gentle fucking rhythm. My hips were moving on their own, jutting and humping at him while I kissed him and ran my hands all over his back. I must have had four or five orgasms in a row - deep, shattering climaxes that left me weak but still so horny! When he looked down at me and said he wanted to cum inside me I just nodded and said, "Yesssss," in a long sigh. His hands slid to my asscheeks (I lifted up so he could get his hands full) and he started to fuck me deep. It wasn't long before we both tensed and he just flooded me with his sperm. It ran out around the sides of his dick, ran down into the crack of my ass, my asscheeks were rubbed into it getting all wet and sticky and he slowed his fucking.
As he withdrew I felt a big empty place in my pussy and we laid there and cuddled. I felt so good; no guilt, no second thoughts. He fondled my big tits and I played with his wet dick, rubbing the head against my clit until I was horny again. I asked him if he'd like me to suck his dick more and he nodded. The erotic thing was that he stood and had me blow him in front of a mirror! I was sucking his dick and could glance at myself in the mirror. I kept one hand pumping his dick as I sucked and played with myself with my free hand. With the sperm making my pussy soupy I used it to make my clit slick and masturbated until I came. He told me he was cumming and I guess he thought I was going to stop blowing him cuz he tried lifting me up but I pushed his hands away and went down deeper on his dick. Wow...he grunted and I had thick warm sperm jetting over my tongue and the amount was still so heavy that some of it slid from my lips and hung down in really thick, jiggly strands. I held his load in my mouth, pressed my lips together and slid them off his dick. I looked up at him and gave him a 'creamy' smile, opening my mouth to show him his load in my mouth, I had to be careful since it was brimming just past my lips. I swallowed.
And yes, I went back there every night and got fucked. I loved it. Interestingly enough I said nothing to my husband when I came home at the end of the week but from that time on I began seeing black guys with a deeper intensity and desire.
