Had some time on my hands and thought I would take my first pass at sharing one of my experiences...hope you enjoy.
A little background to start - I am middle age MILF who discovered a love of black men (with BBC’s of course) through swinging after being married and faithful for almost 20 years. Our play time now is almost exclusively with black men and I have a steady boyfriend who has introduced us to the cuckold lifestyle. While I am thrilled with my new world (and oddly enough so is my husband) and am discovering new depths and dimensions to my sexuality I keep my play time to the weekends and out of my own backyard so to speak. I have a business (art gallery) in town and two great teens at home who don’t need to know about mom’s dark secret. The Golden Rule: Work hard and play hard….just not in the same neighborhood. This is one rule I didn’t want to break.
About a year ago two new businesses opened at the same time next door to my gallery - a beauty salon and a barbershop with an all black clientele…guess which one is the source of my problem. The salon has been good for my business as they are so nice and their customers shop at my store. The barbershop has been good for my ego (I get hit on regularly) but has really tested my rule against playing in my own town. Especially Neal, one of the owners. He is a huge man, about 6’5” (have I mentioned I luv big men), handsome, a big flirt and from what I can tell has a big package that he has caught me checking out a couple of times. Neal could have had me the first time I saw him if it wasn’t for my rule.
I have been with enough black men to know they talk about their women - at least they do the white married ones. Neal has been working me hard for the last six months. If I give into him the whole barbershop will know and then I am really f*cked. I have dealt with this by avoiding being alone with Neal as much as possible. He makes this hard by dropping by to talk throughout the day but I was successfully avoiding a situation where I would cave into his (and my own) desires. He has notice this and jokes that someday I am not going to be to busy to talk to him. He has also noticed another effect he has on me….I have large nipples that stick straight out when aroused (or cold). I don’t like to wear a bra and when Neal is around it is obvious - at least to Neal and me. He makes subtle jokes about how he gives me the chills or how he loves how perky I am all the time. After he visits two things tend to happen….I let my fingers take care of things or I text one of my out of town boyfriends and set up a date. Neal has no idea how many times he has gotten other brothers some horny white pussy.
Recently I was talking on the sidewalk to several other business owners (and avoiding being alone with Neal). As the discussion was breaking up I found myself talking to Sharice from the beauty shop about our weekends and I remarked how I had no plans and really needed to get out (of course I was referring to calling one of my BBC boyfriends) when Neal came out of nowhere and said good so you can come to my party. I was really on the spot and couldn’t say no. He said great it will be good to get to know you guys better and that it started at nine and never ended…ha ha. I was already panicked. Sharice gave me a knowing smile and said she would see me at the party. I was relieved to know I wasn’t the only one invited anyway.
I was so nervous and also very excited…I can’t help myself when my BBC radar goes off. Getting ready I dressed pretty conservatively for myself and my husband made fun of me and said he thought we were going to a party not a funeral. This p*ssed me off a little and so I went the other way and put on a little skirt, knee high boots and a silky top that I knew Neal would be able to see my nipples clearly through. My husband sure noticed and said he hoped the lights were dimmed a little - I just said I thought you wanted me ready to party (don’t mess with a wife in heat). I figured I would get Neal’s attention anyway and maybe even get to see that bulge grow just a little - it would be good to be the one in control for a change. .
The party was really a party and the downstairs was packed. Neal greeted us, said how fine I looked (score one for me) and set us up with some drinks (he said he heard I liked champagne and he had a couple bottles set aside for us). The music was thumping, the champagne was good and I was one of a few white ladies in the room so I was having a ball (I was also one of the oldest but I decided not to let that bother me). My husband ended up watching a game with some of the guys so I just joined into the dancing which was body to body packed. Over the next couple hours I got a good buzz on and was felt up over and over again (I love dirty dancing). Even got a nice kiss from one of the sisters who own the beauty salon. And the brothers….let’s just say it is a good thing I wore panties lol. Neal stopped by a couple times to make sure I was having a good time and put his arms around me but had to go see to other guests.
After a while I wandered back to my husband but then he got pulled away by a few of the ladies to dance and suddenly Neal was back and pulling me into him. He said something about promising to spend some time with me and would I like a tour of his place. This was my chance to follow the Golden Rule and say no but I didn’t. He quickly whisked me upstairs where he said it would be quieter. It was quiet but not deserted. Two couples were making out in one room so we headed to another room. When we went into that room I saw one of my artist friends on the bed making out with two guys from the barbershop. She was turning her head from side to side kissing them both, her legs opened wide and they were fingering her pussy. I was stunned but also transfixed. Neal moved up behind me and wrapped those big arms around me…started feeling me up and kissing my neck. Next thing I knew we were kissing and his hands were inside my panties and I reached behind me to fondle him and my hands touched his bare cock! So thick, so hot, I knew my opportunity to say no had passed. When he took his cock out I had no idea but I was about to let go of it either.
Neal then led me back through another door into a bathroom. Next thing I knew I was facing a large mirror with a knee up on the vanity and Neal was pushing his big cock into my pussy. In slow motion I watched myself melt into his slut. Every time I looked up I was sweatier, more glassy eyed and more sexual than before. My husband calls it “the zone” - no more nice girl next door just a complete sexual animalistic slut. I find with really big dicks that it can take me a while to cum but once it starts the orgasms role through me in waves. I have a vague memory of Neal talking nasty to me, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, pushing my face against the mirror and telling me to see how f*cking hot I looked impaled on his black dick. I was in a fog until he turned me over and really started to pound into me at a faster pace. I felt him swell up even more and soon he thrust in me deeper than ever and his hot cum began to flow into me. This is when all my boyfriend’s training comes in handy and I start using my pussy muscles to milk all the cum out of him…this really extends the orgasms for both of us (it just makes me feel so damn slutty I always orgasm again when I do this).
We lay on the vanity and kissed for several minutes. I started to come back to my senses and made him swear to tell no one - especially those guys at the barbershop. He laughed and said they probably all heard me groaning and swearing anyway (even my husband says I am much louder when I am riding BBC). He slowly pulled out of me and I could already feel the juices running down my legs and again my training kicked in as I dropped to my knees and began to lick and suck his big, black dick clean. Soon he had hold of my hair and was forcefully f*cking my mouth. I was rewarded for my efforts with a nice mouthful of hot cum. He looked down at me and said if you do that twice every week I may just keep this our little secret. He gave me a quick kiss and said he was going to enjoy this relationship a lot and then took off and left me standing there naked. I gathered up everything but could not find my panties anywhere. I got dressed and went downstairs and found my husband playing poker with a group and seemingly clueless to my fun and games. I got my husband to quit messing around and went home where he got to taste his own reward and I got a couple more good orgasms to help me wind down.
Monday at work Sharice stopped by and asked if I enjoyed the party. I played it cool and said it was nice to relax and let off some steam. She then said she heard I enjoyed the “tour” and was especially fond of the upstairs. I am sure I went many shades of red and was left speechless. She just laughed and said Neal is a great host then headed back to her salon. I was pretty steamed that Neal had blabbed already and upset at myself for getting carried away and breaking the golden rule by getting busy with a neighbor. When Neal stopped by I immediately confronted him about it and he played it off saying Sharice was just guessing and she was jealous because he had given her the “tour” once and just reassured me she knew nothing. Soon he had me eating out of his hands again and my anger turned to arousal. He then gave me a big kiss and pinched both of my nipples and said it was good to see I was back to my old self again. I heard a customer come in and headed up front to wait on them - when I returned Neal had left my lost panties on my desk with a note that said “the tour continues Thursday @ 9:00 - bring your husband and leave your panties at home”. It's going to get real interesting real fast.
A little background to start - I am middle age MILF who discovered a love of black men (with BBC’s of course) through swinging after being married and faithful for almost 20 years. Our play time now is almost exclusively with black men and I have a steady boyfriend who has introduced us to the cuckold lifestyle. While I am thrilled with my new world (and oddly enough so is my husband) and am discovering new depths and dimensions to my sexuality I keep my play time to the weekends and out of my own backyard so to speak. I have a business (art gallery) in town and two great teens at home who don’t need to know about mom’s dark secret. The Golden Rule: Work hard and play hard….just not in the same neighborhood. This is one rule I didn’t want to break.
About a year ago two new businesses opened at the same time next door to my gallery - a beauty salon and a barbershop with an all black clientele…guess which one is the source of my problem. The salon has been good for my business as they are so nice and their customers shop at my store. The barbershop has been good for my ego (I get hit on regularly) but has really tested my rule against playing in my own town. Especially Neal, one of the owners. He is a huge man, about 6’5” (have I mentioned I luv big men), handsome, a big flirt and from what I can tell has a big package that he has caught me checking out a couple of times. Neal could have had me the first time I saw him if it wasn’t for my rule.
I have been with enough black men to know they talk about their women - at least they do the white married ones. Neal has been working me hard for the last six months. If I give into him the whole barbershop will know and then I am really f*cked. I have dealt with this by avoiding being alone with Neal as much as possible. He makes this hard by dropping by to talk throughout the day but I was successfully avoiding a situation where I would cave into his (and my own) desires. He has notice this and jokes that someday I am not going to be to busy to talk to him. He has also noticed another effect he has on me….I have large nipples that stick straight out when aroused (or cold). I don’t like to wear a bra and when Neal is around it is obvious - at least to Neal and me. He makes subtle jokes about how he gives me the chills or how he loves how perky I am all the time. After he visits two things tend to happen….I let my fingers take care of things or I text one of my out of town boyfriends and set up a date. Neal has no idea how many times he has gotten other brothers some horny white pussy.
Recently I was talking on the sidewalk to several other business owners (and avoiding being alone with Neal). As the discussion was breaking up I found myself talking to Sharice from the beauty shop about our weekends and I remarked how I had no plans and really needed to get out (of course I was referring to calling one of my BBC boyfriends) when Neal came out of nowhere and said good so you can come to my party. I was really on the spot and couldn’t say no. He said great it will be good to get to know you guys better and that it started at nine and never ended…ha ha. I was already panicked. Sharice gave me a knowing smile and said she would see me at the party. I was relieved to know I wasn’t the only one invited anyway.
I was so nervous and also very excited…I can’t help myself when my BBC radar goes off. Getting ready I dressed pretty conservatively for myself and my husband made fun of me and said he thought we were going to a party not a funeral. This p*ssed me off a little and so I went the other way and put on a little skirt, knee high boots and a silky top that I knew Neal would be able to see my nipples clearly through. My husband sure noticed and said he hoped the lights were dimmed a little - I just said I thought you wanted me ready to party (don’t mess with a wife in heat). I figured I would get Neal’s attention anyway and maybe even get to see that bulge grow just a little - it would be good to be the one in control for a change. .
The party was really a party and the downstairs was packed. Neal greeted us, said how fine I looked (score one for me) and set us up with some drinks (he said he heard I liked champagne and he had a couple bottles set aside for us). The music was thumping, the champagne was good and I was one of a few white ladies in the room so I was having a ball (I was also one of the oldest but I decided not to let that bother me). My husband ended up watching a game with some of the guys so I just joined into the dancing which was body to body packed. Over the next couple hours I got a good buzz on and was felt up over and over again (I love dirty dancing). Even got a nice kiss from one of the sisters who own the beauty salon. And the brothers….let’s just say it is a good thing I wore panties lol. Neal stopped by a couple times to make sure I was having a good time and put his arms around me but had to go see to other guests.
After a while I wandered back to my husband but then he got pulled away by a few of the ladies to dance and suddenly Neal was back and pulling me into him. He said something about promising to spend some time with me and would I like a tour of his place. This was my chance to follow the Golden Rule and say no but I didn’t. He quickly whisked me upstairs where he said it would be quieter. It was quiet but not deserted. Two couples were making out in one room so we headed to another room. When we went into that room I saw one of my artist friends on the bed making out with two guys from the barbershop. She was turning her head from side to side kissing them both, her legs opened wide and they were fingering her pussy. I was stunned but also transfixed. Neal moved up behind me and wrapped those big arms around me…started feeling me up and kissing my neck. Next thing I knew we were kissing and his hands were inside my panties and I reached behind me to fondle him and my hands touched his bare cock! So thick, so hot, I knew my opportunity to say no had passed. When he took his cock out I had no idea but I was about to let go of it either.
Neal then led me back through another door into a bathroom. Next thing I knew I was facing a large mirror with a knee up on the vanity and Neal was pushing his big cock into my pussy. In slow motion I watched myself melt into his slut. Every time I looked up I was sweatier, more glassy eyed and more sexual than before. My husband calls it “the zone” - no more nice girl next door just a complete sexual animalistic slut. I find with really big dicks that it can take me a while to cum but once it starts the orgasms role through me in waves. I have a vague memory of Neal talking nasty to me, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, pushing my face against the mirror and telling me to see how f*cking hot I looked impaled on his black dick. I was in a fog until he turned me over and really started to pound into me at a faster pace. I felt him swell up even more and soon he thrust in me deeper than ever and his hot cum began to flow into me. This is when all my boyfriend’s training comes in handy and I start using my pussy muscles to milk all the cum out of him…this really extends the orgasms for both of us (it just makes me feel so damn slutty I always orgasm again when I do this).
We lay on the vanity and kissed for several minutes. I started to come back to my senses and made him swear to tell no one - especially those guys at the barbershop. He laughed and said they probably all heard me groaning and swearing anyway (even my husband says I am much louder when I am riding BBC). He slowly pulled out of me and I could already feel the juices running down my legs and again my training kicked in as I dropped to my knees and began to lick and suck his big, black dick clean. Soon he had hold of my hair and was forcefully f*cking my mouth. I was rewarded for my efforts with a nice mouthful of hot cum. He looked down at me and said if you do that twice every week I may just keep this our little secret. He gave me a quick kiss and said he was going to enjoy this relationship a lot and then took off and left me standing there naked. I gathered up everything but could not find my panties anywhere. I got dressed and went downstairs and found my husband playing poker with a group and seemingly clueless to my fun and games. I got my husband to quit messing around and went home where he got to taste his own reward and I got a couple more good orgasms to help me wind down.
Monday at work Sharice stopped by and asked if I enjoyed the party. I played it cool and said it was nice to relax and let off some steam. She then said she heard I enjoyed the “tour” and was especially fond of the upstairs. I am sure I went many shades of red and was left speechless. She just laughed and said Neal is a great host then headed back to her salon. I was pretty steamed that Neal had blabbed already and upset at myself for getting carried away and breaking the golden rule by getting busy with a neighbor. When Neal stopped by I immediately confronted him about it and he played it off saying Sharice was just guessing and she was jealous because he had given her the “tour” once and just reassured me she knew nothing. Soon he had me eating out of his hands again and my anger turned to arousal. He then gave me a big kiss and pinched both of my nipples and said it was good to see I was back to my old self again. I heard a customer come in and headed up front to wait on them - when I returned Neal had left my lost panties on my desk with a note that said “the tour continues Thursday @ 9:00 - bring your husband and leave your panties at home”. It's going to get real interesting real fast.
