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I am your average American. I am a grandma, I live in a red state in the Midwest, go to church and have been married for 30 years. But I have a secret. You see, I am a swinger. Yes, my husband and I have sex with other people.
This all began about 10 years ago. My husband and I were talking about our sex life, which had gotten stale, after 20 years of marriage and three kids. I had gotten married at 20 and I have barely dated before I settled down with my hubby. We discussed our fantasies. I told my husband that I had always fantasized about black men. He cautiously admitted that he had always fantasized about watching me with other men. So we agreed that we would both indulge each others fantasies.
I have always dreamed about black men. Whether its hot, sweaty hunks on the basketball court or actors like Will Smith and Denzel Washington. Even President Barack Obama is sexy, Im sure that is why a lot of white women voted for him. That dark skin, those thick lips and big butts just got me creaming. Before we started swinging, I had to settle for a big, black dildo which I dubbed Tyrone. Tyrone had kept me company on many nights when hubby was away on business.
I also liked looking at interracial porn. The Internet has proven to be a wonderful tool for women like me who are hesitant to go shopping at seedy sex stores. With the Internet, I could search for pictures and look at all kinds of videos. I discovered a famous black porn star, Lexington Steele, who was 11 inches. I drooled over pictures and videos of him reaming white porn stars. His tool was both enticing and terrifying. I couldnt imagine handling that it in my pussy, but the thought also made me curious. What would it feel like? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? My mind raced at these erotic thoughts.
Hubby did some searching on the Internet and discovered a swing club in a city about an hours drive from where we lived. That evening I spent a long time in the bathroom making my self ready. I took a long, hot shower, shaved my legs and pussy and rubbed lotion into my skin. I also sprayed on some Victoria Secret perfume and teased my hair. When I came out of the bathroom, hubby said I looked so sexy. We got dressed up and headed out. I had bought myself a sexy, negligee specially for the club, which I hid under a long rain coat. I enjoyed the feel of the filmy silk on my body. The idea that noone knew what a sexy outfit I had on underneath my raincoat also gave me a thrill.
We drove over to the club, which was actually a house in the boonies. We were welcomed by Bob and Jo, the couple who ran the club. They showed us around the various playrooms. There were three rooms which featured large, queen beds, covered with heart shaped pillows. The walls featured sexy nude pictures. They also showed us the dungeon, which featured a St. Andrews Cross, whips, restraints, dog collars, and some things I didnt even know the name of. Wow, I couldnt imagine what went on there.
I looked around and saw several couples chatting and sharing drinks. They were mainly middle aged and looked like the average person you stand next to in the checkout aisle.
There was a smattering of single men too. Bob, the owner, said that some couples, enjoyed playing with single men, but the club liked to keep the numbers low, so things didnt get out of hand. As the night wore on, I noticed a lone black man standing in the corner, there are not that many where we live. He was about 6 ft tall, had a shaved head, thick legs and a bulging butt which strained at his jeans. He was wearing a leather, shirt which showed off the bulges in his arms and chest. I stared at his bulging crotch, which looked big even though he was not hard. I got hot just looking at him and felt my panties getting wet, but I was too shy to say anything.
My hubby noticed me staring and went over and started chatting with him. After a few minutes, hubby came back and introduced me to the man, whose name was Ron.
Honey, I want you to meet Ron, I saw you eyeing him and decided to break the ice, said my husband.
I shook Rons hand, it was a huge paw that dwarfed my little hand. My hand felt a spark when we touched as I anticipated what he was going to do to me later. My body quivered and I could feel juice leaking out of my slit and running down my leg. This was embarrassing, because I was already beginning to lose control and we hadnt even kissed yet.
Nice to meet you, said Ron. We chatted for a while and he told me he was a divorced cop, who had played football in college. He obviously still liked to work out and keep in shape. Ron had said that he had started hooking up with married women after his divorce. Apparently his ex wife had not been able to keep up with his raging sex drive.
I prefer married, older women, he said. They are down to fuck and they dont play games. Plus, once they hit 50 and cant have no more kids something goes off in them. They go wild and their husbands just cant keep up.
Ron smiled and flashed a pair of pearly white teeth. He ran his tongue over his thick lips and started staring at my body, which was pretty exposed in the revealing negligee.
Your wife has a nice ass, he told my husband. The truth is I am middle aged and no barbie, I have thick thighs, stretch marks from kids and my boobs are beginning to droop, but it felt nice to be looked at as sexy.
Why dont we look for a private room, Hubby said.We left the living room, wandered in between couples who were making out in the corridor and found a private room, which featured a four poster bed bathed in red light. Ron was soon behind me and running his hands over my body. I felt his lips on my neck, and his strong hands squeezing my DDs. I must admit the sight of his dark hands of my pale, white breasts was sexy as hell. Meanwhile hubby was seated in a chair and watching intently.
I felt Ron began to slip off my negligee, letting it fall to my feet. He unhooked my bra, and rolled down my panties. I stood there naked only but for my heels. Ron peeled off his clothes until he was down to his boxer briefs and then he pulled them down to reveal a huge cock. That thing must of been about 10 inches and about 3 inches wide. I opened my eyes wide, and wondered how I was going to fit that in me.
I reached out gingerly and grabbed his dick and felt it swell under my touch and stand up. It felt silky, but firm under my touch. Ron embraced me and I pressed my breast up against his firm body. I ran my hands over his bald head and over his rock hard pecs and biceps. His skin felt so smooth, I had never felt anything like that before. But he still felt strong beneath my hands, it was like silk and steel. Ron gently pushed me down to my knees and slipped his dick between my wet lips. I could barely fit that thing into my mouth, but I did my best sucking him. And from the expression on his face, he seemed to be enjoying it.
Ron pulled out as I saw some precum dripping from his cock.
Now I got to fuck you, he said. Are you wet?
I touched my pussy and felt my wetness. Yes. I whispered. But please be gentle you are so big.
Sure baby, I will take good care of you, he said. He gripped my thighs and started massaging legs all the while gently spreading my legs apart.
He positioned himself on top of me, and slowly inched his dick into my dripping pussy. I gasped at the first thrust and was surprised at how full I felt. It was a new experience different from my husband. But I was doing it, fucking another man, but it was okay because my husband was there in the corner encouraging me. I looked over Rons broad shoulders and saw hubby playing with himself a broad smile on his face. He seemed to be having a grand old time.
I began to get comfortable with Rons girth as he thrust into me. It was such a new and mind-blowing experience knowing I was breaking so many taboos by having sex with someone other than my husband who was also a black man. Ron pulled me up, and put me on my knees, so I was looking at hubbys face. He then began to fuck me doggy style, first starting slow and then building up a faster face.
The feeling was indescribable knowing that I was getting pounded from the back, while watching the man I loved. I almost cried. I felt a huge orgasm building up in my pussy and soon it burst out of me and I screamed with joy. I felt hot liquid gushing out of my cunt and spilling down my legs. I must have made a loud noise, because some of the party goers gathered at the door to look in at me. But I didnt care, all I cared about was that huge dick inside me. I heard Ron start to gasp and breathe heavily, he started to curse and finally I felt his dick twitch several times as he came in my pussy. I would have liked to feel that hot cum shooting into my cunt, but Ron was wearing a condom. Too bad.
Ron pulled out of me and laid back on the bed. I laid next to him, my eyes closed, still feeling my pussy throbbing from the orgasm.I feel a pool of wetness underneath me. That was me, I had wet the bed from gushing! I felt excited and embarrassed at the same time. Hubby had a huge smile on his face and asked me, So how did that feel?
Indescribable, I said gasping for breath.
Ron patted my thigh, and in between breaths, said, Your wife has some good pussy.
He slipped on a new condom and lifted my legs over his shoulders.
Ready to go again? he asked.
I nodded and he slid into me again. It didnt hurt at all this time, my pussy quickly adjusted to him and I enjoyed the feeling of having his dick fully wedged in me. Before the night was over I had came three more times. Ron fucked me with my legs bent over his shoulders, he let me ride his cock like a bronco and he also ate my pussy for 30 minutes until I climaxed. Finally, Ron put his clothes back on, we exchanged numbers and headed home. We talked about the nights experiences on the way back. Hubby said he was getting hard rerunning the sights in his head.
You came so hard, I have never seen you like that before, he said.
I nodded silently, my body ached all over but I still felt good. When we got home, we ran up stairs, tore off our clothes and fucked like rabbits. Turns out that fucking another man has turned out be a great aphrodisiac.
We lost touch with Ron, but I still think of him. Sometimes I think of him when hubby and I are fucking. I know thats bad, but a girl has got to have her fantasies, right? I also think of Ron and his rock hard, ebony body and monster dick when I am alone and masturbating. Even when he wasnt there he was satisfying me. He had turned me onto black guys and now I hunger for them. I think he created a monster!
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