Brittney wanted her first interracial fuck from after when she married Ron.
I looked at my husband and smiled a loving smile. We had just concluded a hot half hour of fucking and sucking after coming home from a nice restaurant supper, a couple of hours before. My wetness was still on his face and his cum was dripping from my pussy and mouth. He leaned down and kissed me long and hard. “I love you, Britney.” I responded that I loved him, too. We cuddled and slept. The next day was a Saturday. Ron was sitting on the couch watching a football game. I slid up and sat tight to him with my head on his shoulder. “Ron, Honey, I have a big, big favor to ask.” He turned his head and gave me a quick little kiss on the forehead. “And what is this big favor?” he asked as he turned back to the TV.
“You know how we enjoy watching porn together. It seems like almost every one of them has at least one scene where a black guy with a big cock fucks a white girl till she had a hard orgasm. I can’t get those scenes out of my mind and I want to do it with a hung black guy just one time. Then all those thoughts will be gone and I can forget it and just be yours again.”
Ron lost interest in the game. He turned to me, “What the fuck, do you know what you just asked me? You want permission to cheat on me, and with a black guy?” I told him again that it would be just one time and then it would be over and I could get it out of my mind. “What happens if you find out that you like a big cock better than my average one. I wouldn’t want to take a chance on losing you. I love you so much.” I replied, “I love you so much, too. That couldn’t happen, but I can’t concentrate on us with these thoughts running thru my mind all the time. It would let me clear my head. Please honey.”
I had told Ron that I was a virgin when we met. I even let out a fake yelp of pain the first time his cock pushed into me. He didn’t notice that there was no virgin blood when he pulled out. Actually I had led a pretty wild teen years. I had probably fucked over a dozen boys and men, and none of them had been just one time. Half of the guys had been well hung and half of that half were black. I was really missing the feeling of a big cock pounding my pussy till I cried out with the ultimate pleasure.
Ron looked at me with a serious look on his face. “I don’t know. This makes me nervous. I need to think about it.” He turned back to the TV. I unzipped his pants and pulled his limp noodle out. Taking it in my mouth woke it up. I sucked him till he filled my mouth. He does have delicious cum. That night we did not have sex.
I sat his breakfast in front of him and sat on the other side of the kitchen table. He looked me in the eyes, “Can you promise me that it will only be one time.” I smiled and promised. “OK, I guess I am OK with it. I hope I’m not making a mistake, but OK.” I leaned over the table and kissed and thanked him. My cunt was getting soaking wet. “You can be there and watch if you want.” He said no, that he would not want to do that. “Just do it. Do it soon and get it over with.”
Monday, while Ron was at work, I quickly finished the housework and spent the rest of the day on line looking at swinger’s sites that had local ads. I filled in the search forms. Me: 22, married, white, slim, 34-C tits, love giving and receiving oral, I don’t do anal, looking for horny, hung black man. Him: Male, BLACK, straight, hung, horny, long lasting, 18 to 40, single or married. I included a nude selfie photo with my face turned away, submitted my ad and started looking at the ads that came up as matching my wants.
There were quite a few ads that looked interesting. I started making a file of the possible choices. Then I also started getting replies to my ad. Some of them were guys that I had seen on the sites and some were from guys who did not have ads, but were members of the site. It did not take long for me to pick out four that I wanted to find out more about. I sent messages to those four.
They all got back to me, but one of the guys who sent replies to my ad really stood out. I told the four that I would keep their contact information. I replied to the one. He said that his name was Sean and that he was thirty and carried nine inches of very well performing black man meat. I told him that my name is Britney and I told him more about myself and my love for big black cocks. I told him that about two years ago I had married an average white guy who was very loving, but that I had not had a big black cock making me come all over his manhood after I was married and that I needed one. He was very explicit but not aggressively so. He told me that he loved fucking married white women who appreciate a big black cock pounding them till they couldn’t take any more. I liked everything he said and that he showed me. I asked him if he was available on weekday afternoons and he said that he could be. We set a time for him to come to the house in two days.
I told Ron that I had found someone. He said that it had not taken me very long. I asked him again if he wanted to watch and again he said no. I asked him if he wanted to read our messages and see his picture. Again he said no and wondered off with a sad look on his face. It was obvious that he was not nearly as excited about me being fucked by another man as I was.
At two o’clock the bell rang. I was dressed in a very thin white gown. It was very see thru and my hard nipples made tempting bumps in the material. I had pinched them before I opened the door to be sure that they stood out. I opened the door and there he was. He was just as I expected, tall, dark and good looking. He came in and closed the door. I jumped up with my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his cock pressing against my vaginal mound. I kissed him hard with my tongue driving deeply in his mouth and rubbing against his.
After at least a minute of kissing and feeling him starting to harden, I got down. We were still only a couple of feet inside the doorway. I got down on my knees and reached for his belt. “You’re anxious. You must really be ready for my black manhood. I’m going to stretch you so wide and go so deep that I rearrange your insides.” I got his belt unhooked and his slacks unzipped. His pants fell to the floor and his oversized equipment was right in front of my face. I didn’t say anything more. I couldn’t, because my mouth was sliding up and down on as much of his big dick as I could take. I had to open as wide as I could, to keep from scraping his thick shaft with my teeth. He put one hand behind my head and encouraged me to go faster and deeper. I gagged and he stopped pulling me deeper. His other hand went down and grasped one of my breasts. Wonderful memories from before I was married, flooded my mind. We were still just inside the doorway and I had only met him less than five minutes before, when I had my first mouthful of his wonderful cum. It felt like he had shot a gallon in my mouth. I quickly and happily swallowed most of it, but some leaked out around the sides of my mouth and ran down my chin. When I pulled back he took two fingers and pushed the escaped cum back into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers. He looked down at me, “Nice to meet you, Britney.”
We walked to the living room, leaving a trail of clothing as we went. He sat on the couch. I went and brought back some cold beers. I sat next to him and held his cock in my hand, slowly stroking it while we chatted and drank the beers. When we set the empty cans down, I stood up. Sean also did. Using his shaft like it was a leash, I lead him to my and Ron’s bed. His cock grew and hardened as we walked. He was ready again.
I got on the bed and Sean stood next to it. I took his cock back in my mouth. I could still taste his cum from the first time I sucked him off. It was less than a minute later when he pushed me away and to the middle of the bed. I spread my legs and in a sweet, almost begging tone of voice said, “Eat me. Eat my dripping wet pussy.”
His firm reply was, “I don’t eat no cunts.” He spread my legs wider and climbed between them. He put his muscular arms under my knees and pulled them up next to my tits, almost doubling me over. I felt his dick head touch my wet pussy. He took one hand from holding my legs up and took his shaft in his hand to guide it to my opening. As soon as he found his target, he put his arm back under my leg. With one firm push, he entered me. His cock slid up my fuck tunnel till I felt his balls slap against my ass. “Pretty tight Britney, your husband must have a really little dick.” It actually hurt a little at first. I had not been stretched open like that from before I married Ron. I had my first small orgasm as soon as I felt his big cock filling me for the first time.
For the next hour, or maybe a little more, he gave me a wonderful hard fucking. I lost count of my many orgasms. I came so often that they felt like they ran together. He first fucked me in the missionary position, but during the hour, we did it in several more. He came four times. Each time he came in me, he had me go down and clean his cum covered cock in my mouth. I was happy to do it. Each time it only took a couple minutes of me giving him oral attention to get him back up. Sean was a stud. The bed was a soaked mess of cum. I would have to change the sheets before going to bed with Ron. Finally I almost cried, “No more. I can’t take any more. Please, no more.” I don’t know if he could have gotten hard again, but we called it. He got dressed and we chatted for a couple of minutes before he left. I washed my tender bottom and dressed. I cleaned up around the house and changed the sheets.
Ron came home. He knew that it was the day that I was going to have my adventure. He had an almost sad look on his face. I kissed him. He hardly returned my kiss. “Well, did you do it?” I calmly said yes. “How was it? Did you get it out of your system? Just one time, right?”
I chose my words carefully. I calmly, with just a little smile, told him that it was good, but that sex with him was even better because we loved each other. I told him that one time was enough to satisfy my desire to try it. That brought a little smile to his face. Inside my head I was screaming, “It was fucking great. I want more.” I laughingly told him that I should have taken a bunch of selfies to show him. He said that he was glad that I hadn’t.
I made an extra good supper that was Ron’s favorite. Then I told him that I wanted him to take me to bed and make love to me. I sucked him to get him good and hard. He fucked me harder and faster than usual. I think he was trying to show me that he was a real man. I could hardly feel him in me but I moaned to show him how good it was. I could hardly feel Ron after Sean’s big black cock had done its number on my cunt. I hoped I was tight enough again to satisfy Ron. He came, so I must have been. I sucked him clean.
The next day I messaged Sean and chatted about how good our time together had been and how I was looking forward to the next time. Then I messaged the other four and told them that I would like to keep in touch with them. My mind was thinking about something I had never done. I thought about what it would be like to invite them all to come over at the same time.
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