I always had dreams of a big Black Cock to enjoy

Why do I get so hot and wet every time I see a really black handsome young man. I am 44 years of age, married and two grown boys. I often have some very real dreams about having one in my bed making mad passionate love to me. (My name is Jill).

I finally made it happen. My husband had to go out of country for two weeks on business for his company. I had decided that I was going to make my dream come true and see if sex with a black man was as good as my dreams. Thinking back to high school I knew some of the white cheer leaders were having sex with black football players. I did not try it as I was concerned about becoming pregnant.

Now that my kids are out of the nest and I had my tubes tied after my second baby was born, it freed up my concern about getting pregnant. Now I was free to roam. We lived near a large college and I had heard that there was a certain night club that catered to the young black students. I had also heard that some wives went there to get picked up. I had heard that the young blacks were really after some white sex just as the white women were there after some black sex.

I chose to wear a thin red blouse and a rather snug long skirt what showed my curves very well. My top emphasized my ample breast (No Bra). I nervously walked into the bar/club around 10 PM and noticed that several of the black guys sitting at the bar took notice. I sat at the bar and ordered a wine and started sipping my drink when a young black guy moved beside me and said, “I have not seen you in here before, Welcome. “ I said thanks and noted that he was very black, good looking and I was feeling my tummy start to twitching with anticipation of what might happen.

WE chatted for a while. (his name Ronnie) Of course he asked about my marital status which I admitted I was married. Sever other little bits of information we found out about each other. He had a girlfriend in another state and he came to our town with a scholarship to play football. He really missed the close relationship he and his girlfriend had. Of course I revealed that I had a fantasy about black guys. He chuckled and said he had heard that some wives would come to the club to hook up and he wondered if I was interested. I smiled and told him I was available for the night if he was interested. He accepted with a smile and we left the bar and headed to my house.

I pulled into the garage and closed the garage door and we went into the house and he pulled me to him and we kissed like two teens on Prom night. He pressed against my tummy with his hard cock. I was so nervous and anxious and I was getting so wet. There was little doubt in my mind that he was hard for me and I knew I was ready for him. I took his hand and let him to our master bedroom.
We started undressing each other. It was like a race to get into bed I moved to the middle of the bed and opened my legs showing him my black bush covered with fresh honey dew. His cock was Cole black and shiny. He moved over me and we were kissing again as he slowly moved his hard black rod into my hot waiting honey pot. I loved my legs up onto his back and he started slowly pumping his rod. Oh my, it was so good and wanted it to go on all night.

My hands moved all over him and I pulled him close as he moved in and out hitting my clittie. I was now having an earth shattering orgasm, digging my finger into his back. I felt like I was going to pass out. Then I suddenly regain my desire to enjoy some more of my young black cock. I started moving my hips as I enjoyed my young black lover. After some love making Ronnie suddenly started fast then grunted and just lay on me pushing hard as he emptied his ball od his black baby seed. I felt his cock throbbing as he pumped my womb full and I screamed out as I had a huge orgasm. Ronnie and I lay together for a long time then he got up and dressed, then kissed me good by and said he would be mine anytime I wanted him. I informed his that I wanted him every time my husband was traveling and with his new promotion it looked like Ronnie and I were going to be a pair of love birds.