Having an exchange student from Africa proves to have benefits for him and the Host couples white wife.
It was Alan who insisted that we take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and it was Alan who insisted on the lodger being a male.
Our lodger turned out to be a young foreign exchange student attending the local university named Jamal, who was black. Now it was I who had my tubes tied after our second child.
Alan excitedly informed me that he’d just seen Jamal naked in the bathroom. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he’d ever seen.
“I bet he’d make your eyes water!”. Alan had often said how much he’d like to see me being fucked by another man. I’d never thought he was serious before and always laughed it off., I think he was envisioning me pleasuring with Jamal. I’m thirty-nine with two children. We’d been married 18 years. I have nice perky breasts, I have a full bush. I stand 5’4 with brown hair and brown eyes. Despite all temptations, I have stayed faithful.
As the semester was coming to an end, Jamal enquired about hosting a party for a few of his friends to celebrate. Alan and I agreed. Alan took this as an opportunity to fulfill his fantasy. He hinted he wanted me to dress up for the party and see what happened. Against my better judgment, I allowed Alan to take me shopping where he bought me a tight, black, mini-skirt and a fancy white, practically see-through blouse. He also insisted on buying sheer, black-seamed stockings, tiny black briefs, and one of those fancy black garter belts. Then it was off to buy a pair of four inch, stiletto-heeled shoes. To complete the preparations,
On the way home, Alan told me that he’d overheard Jamal on the phone telling one of his friends that “he wouldn’t mind screwing his sexy landlady and described how he would love to have her long legs wrapped around his back”. Upon hearing that, my pussy tingled and my juices started to flow at the thought. The question then became, would I actually go through with this fantasy of his?
The party was a great success, and I really enjoyed the attention that the guys paid to me, much to the dismay of the young ladies in attendance.
Whether I walked or sat, my legs and tits were on constant display thanks to the outfit Alan had bought for me to wear. I was actually enjoying being the center of attention for all those handsome young men.
At the end of the evening, Alan offered to drive home those who lived furthest away Then he walked out, leaving me alone with Jamal. My mind was in a whirl, a combination of the couple glasses of wine I had had and the hot talk Alan had been feeding me about Jamal.
Jamal helped me tidy up, and then I went to my bedroom. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head. What would it feel like having sex with another man? and a black man at that! I’d heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men’s cocks. Was it true? I’d been faithful to Alan for 18 years; surely one little fling wouldn’t hurt; after all, it was Alan who wanted me to have fun..
After much deliberation, I finally decided: No, I must remain faithful. It was a close call, and my body trembled with the thought of what might have been: Jamal between my legs with his gigantic cock deep in my pussy. I had so nearly succumbed to my husband’s wishes.
Just then, Jamal knocked on the door. He had a very sad look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He said his girlfriend had left with another man.
My motherly instincts took over. I had him sit on the bed beside me and I cuddled him close. That was my downfall. My mind was filled with all that Alan had said about Jamal’s big cock; my pussy tingled, and I turned to jelly between my legs, flooding my panties with my love-juices. The heat of Jamal’s body turned me on even more till I couldn’t resist it no more. I turned his face up to mine; putting my lips to his; pushing my tongue into his mouth.
Jamal’s hands went into my partially open blouse and began fondling my tits. I knew I was getting very close to finding out if Alan was right about his cock. My stomach fluttered as Jamal’s hand went up my skirt. I could feel the juices flooding out of my cunt, soaking my panties. My tummy knotted up as his hand eased my legs apart; his fingers first rubbing the panties covering my pussy before sliding my panties to the side allowing his fingers to touch my very, very wet pussy.
Jamal slid my blouse off of my shoulders then lowered his lips to one of my bare breasts, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth and gently chewing it. I felt myself cumming already. I moaned and clutched his head as I parted my legs for his probing fingers. He frantically began pulling my panties off as I raised my hips off the bed to make it easier. Once my panties were off, Jamal kissed me, his eager tongue twisting around mine. As we kissed, I knew he was taking his trousers off.
Once off, he bunched my skirt up around my waist. Looking down, I nearly fainted. His black cock reared up with its gleaming knob poking from its foreskin; he was huge! By this point, I was ready for sex, as he laid me back on the bed. I reached down with my hand, feeling his length and thickness as I eased back his foreskin. He was enormous —“God!” I thought, “What have I got myself into now?”
I guided his cock in between my quivering cunt lips, first lubricating his cock with my juices before positioning his cock at the opening to my pussy. I trembled as he slowly began pushing the fat knob of his cock into me. As he was entering me, I spread my legs as I pulled them back, opening my cunt to him. As he continued sinking his cock into my pussy, my cunt lips were stretching around his girth as he was already reaching places no man had ever been before. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his hard black cock was deep in me.
Jamal laid on me, kissing me with his cock buried in my pussy as he allowed my pussy to adjust to his huge invader. Slowly, Jamal began withdrawing his cock and pushing back in. Soon, he was smoothly sliding his cock in and out of my wet pussy. Above the noise of my sobbing and whimpering I could hear Jamal grunting and groaning as he began fucking me with increased vigor. Soon, I exploded in my first real orgasm ever as I felt his huge club pushing
deep towards my womb. What a climax that was as I writhed under Jamal’s onslaught. Stars flashed before my eyes. I gasped and squealed as Jamal lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I was panting as he heaved himself against me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me.
It was fantastic having such a large, powerful cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my pussy. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at Jamal’s back. It felt as if the whole world was spinning round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples felt as if they were on fire. Through both climax’s, Jamal continued to fuck me. Then, Jamal’s thrusting got faster; jerkier and more violent. I was sliding up and down the bed under his relentless pounding. Then his monstrous cock began to throb and jump inside me; I knew that he was about to come. He plunged hard into me once last time and I came again as I felt his hot spunk shooting out and going deep into my womb. He continued to deposit his virile seed deep inside me for what seemed like several minutes. When he finally stopped pumping, I could feel his heavy balls resting against the back of my thighs. We lay together, his now semi-hard cock still inside me. I had my legs spread wide apart. I felt warm and satisfied as Jamal ran his hands over my thighs and stocking-tops up to my breasts. Our lips joined, and I sucked eagerly on his tongue as my fingers twisted through his curly hair. Soon, I felt his cock getting iron-hard inside me. It was frightening to feel the power in his cock as he stared humping into me again, driving the breath from by body with the force of his thrusts. I sobbed and sighed as I came again, my whole body throbbing and tingling as I gave myself to him totally and unconditionally. God, it was good!
Then my heart skipped a beat. We were no longer alone. Alan was standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging as he took in the scene before him; his hand a blur as he jerked off his stiff cock. He had a dreamy, stupid look on his silly face. I could see he was quite happy with the situation.
Jamal then rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air.
With one quick thrust, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt. He’d seen Alan, and it made no difference to him. He didn’t pause a bit as he drove hard into my smoldering depths, making me gasp and arch my back.. Alan dropped to his knees and kept right on jerking off as he watched Jamal’s’ cock thrusting in and out of my gapping pussy. Jamal reach around and felt my swing tits, gently rolling and squeezing my nipples between this fingers as we fucked. I howled to another orgasm as he stiffened against me, his spunk filling my now overflowing pussy once again. My pussy made sucking, squelching noises as he rocked to and fro, his cock positioning in and out, lubricated with our cum.
Finally, we collapsed on the bed, my cunt muscles involuntary contracting around his wilting shaft, milking the last drop of cum from his cock. Finally, Jamal’s cock disengaged from me with a liquid popping noise. We rolled over, writhing together as we kissed before coming to rest with Jamal lying beside me, gasping.
As we lay there, my hand went to his limp, sticky cock, trying to coax it back to life. I looked over at Alan, who was kneeling there with his eyes half closed and a blissful smile on his face. He was holding his limp cock, and his spunk was running down over his fingers. Then I bent down to lick Jamal’s soft cock until it started to grow hard again. The knob end looked raw and angry, and, as it burgeoned into its full-blown glory yet again. I felt joyful in the knowledge that I was about to get even more of this cock. I was already addicted.
His cock now hard and ready for more, Jamal rolled over and positioned himself between my legs. Without caring one bit, I lifted my hips and arched my back to accept Jamal’s cock back into my cunt. I felt too good to care about anything else as he sank his full length into me.
The next morning on my way to the bathroom, I found Alan in the spare room, nursing his battered pride and a raging hard-on. I took pity on him by giving him a hand job as he fingered my oozing cunt. While holding Alan’s cock in my hand, I thought to myself how regretful it was that after 18 years of fucking Alan,
Jamal slept with me most nights for the next six months, and it was the
happiest time of my life. It was a very tearful parting for me, but I had to stay with Alan and our two kids. I’m hoping that Jamal can return someday and provide the cock I’ve come to love so much. God I miss his hard black cock filling me with his black baby seeds.
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