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We are married now for 17 years. We have 3 kids, live in a nice house both college educated, in shape and good looking. We are in our mid forties. What I am telling you started about 7 - 9 years ago. About 3 years ago I had our 3 child. Because of breast feeding and eating healthy, my body looks better now than pre kids. About 9 years ago while my husband and I were having sex he asked me if I ever had sex with a black guy. He asked me before but I always denied it. Not sure why but I did. I told him all about John. He was our quarterback in High school. I told him I dated him senior year and into my freshman year of college. I never kept anything from him for the first 8 years of marriage or the 5 years before. I opened up and told him the details - that I would suck his cock everyday after school and that we were both very sexual people and would have sex any opportunity we could. And we did. Ironically we both went away to the same college so the sex even intensified like you would expect. Our relationship only lasted one semester while we were away. We would later have sex a few times into our senior year. So I told my husband all about his big cock and how the color contrast of me sucking his big dick was such a turn on. This completely excited my husband - it actually really turned me on as well. It helped rejuvenate our sex life (not that it needed it) but it did. This became part of our sex life. 90% of the time we had sex I would talk dirty like I was have sex with John. Fast forward After our 3rd child, and being out of the workforce for 10 years as a former teacher, I needed to get back to work. The extra money would help but it was more for the sanity of being around adults. We shopped at an higher end grocery store (wf). I must have shopped there 3-4 times a week. One day one of the managers that I saw frequently said you should get a job here. It wasn't necessary what I was thinking but the hours fit our busy schedule. So I started working as a cashier. This grocery store had a pub attached to it and there was always a few people there drinking a beer or two after work. It varied because of the shift work and difference in hours - but somebody was always there. Most of the people I worked with were slightly younger (late 20's early 30's) One day my husband (Jim) and I decided to grab a bite to eat and a few drinks after work. He wasn't traveling that week so we arranged a babysitter, etc. He met me at the pub after work. A few of us were grabbing a beer. I happened to be talking to Brian (not his real name - just protecting his name). He worked in the seafood department. He was 30, great body, hot and black. Honestly other then thinking he was a good looking guy, nice personality, etc, I never gave it much thought. We went to dinner and drinks that evening and jim had a glow to him I haven't seen in a while. After dinner - while driving home, jim mentioned how hot he thought it was me talking to Brian. I honestly never gave any sexual vibes to Brian. He pulled over into a parking lot told me to get in the back seat of our Explorer. He positioned me on top of him and we had awesome sweaty sex. This was the night that changed everything. From this point forward "every time" we had sex, it was all about me and Brian. This web I have to admit, I did enjoy it. Butttt. It started to wear on me emotionally - and I felt like he was pushing me away. At the same time, I was starting to really lust for Brain - the person I couldn't have but really wanted. I kept these feelings from Jim. I was determined to work through it. I didn't want to make it seem it was more then it was. But my feelings were starting to change. As the weeks went on I started to flirt with Brian. And as a good looking young man, he flirted back. This started to steadily increase. One day after work we were talking (flirting) and I told him I had a dream about him. He asked what kind of a dream? I just smiled back at him. He knew what that meant. The flirting got turned up a notch after that and for the next few weeks when we saw each other we both knew it wasn't a matter of if it was going to happen but when would it happen. In the back of my mind, I did not want to cheat on my husband. But he pushed and continued to push me towards having feelings for Brian - so I justified it as being ok. I started wearing sexy thongs to work. I would purposely bend over right in front of Brian (when he was working), so that he would see what I was wearing. He would say things like "what I would do to you if you weren't married" it was that type of banter back and forth. A month or so passed - we had our holiday party. It was February (grocery stores are very busy during the actual holiday so the holiday party takes place when it's much slower). I remember it like it was yesterday. They had food and music. No alcohol but some were able to bring it in - discreetly. The party was over by 9:00. One of the younger guys invited some select people back to his house. A bunch of people piled into cars - I drove and followed others over to the house. I didn't mind since I wasn't really drinking - glass or 2 of wine all night. The "after party" was nice. About 30 people showed up. Around 11:30, it was time for me to leave. I asked if anybody needed a ride back to their car where the company parry was being held. Of all people - Brain said he did. He was the only one leaving. This was not setup or staged. Here I was in a situation I thought I wanted to be in but didn't want to be in either. I never thought I would be want another guy other than my husband. Diving back to his car we both acted like we were at the 8th grade dance. Not knowing what to say but we're smitten. His car was off to the side of the parking lot. The parking lot was a good size since the hall shared its space with other businesses. I pulled up next to his SUV and I turned off the car. I had butterflies. He leaned over and started to kiss me. Brian turned out to be an awesome kisser. Soft lips - very sensual. I was in shock, had guilt, was scared & nervous but was also wet and horny all at the same time. Since we were in the front seat of my car he said let's get into the back of his SUV parked right next to my car. We got into his car and things really got heated. Since is was winter, I had a skirt on with stockings. His hand was rubbing the outside of my clit. He knew what he was doing. I was completely paralyzed to his control. I unzipped his pants after feeling his cock from the outside of his pants. His cock popped out. It was a really nice size. Not super long - maybe 7 inches but it was much thicker then anything I ever saw. As horny as I was I was determined not to have sex. As he rubbed me I felt the urge to lower my head and wrap my lips around his cock. Here I was - a soccer mom in the back seat of an SUV with a younger black guy giving him a blow job. I sucked his cock for a few minutes. I felt him start to tense up and he thrusted forward and came in my mouth. I spit it out and he gave me a tissue or napkin he had in in car for me to wipe my face. We giggled, hugged and said goodnight. I got into my car and drove home. A lot of emotions soon followed as I drove home: guilt, fear, joy, satisfaction, anger. I got home - hubby was sleeping. I jumped into the shower and got in bed. I was worried about Brian saying something - I knew he was a good guy but didn't want this out there. I sent him a text saying had fun last night - can we please keep this quiet? He said absolutely and he had fun as well. That was it. I didn't see Brian for another 2 weeks just because I was part time and our schedules didn't match up. When we did see each other we just smiled at each other. I thought ok good. It was one and done. I made a mistake - something I wasn't proud of but chalked it up to a weak moment. I was debating on weather to tell Jim. After all it was his idea. I decided to keep it as my secret. A few weeks past - one day after work I was having a bad day and wasn't in a hurry to get home to the craziness of being a mom. I stop in to grab a glass of wine after work. As I walked into the pub, the first person I saw was Brian. After I was finishing my 2nd glass, Brian gave me the eye (you know - the eye that say do you want to go for round two)? I figured what the hell. He sent me a text to leave 5 minutes after he did so that nobody would expect anything and told me to meet him a few block away in a parking lot near a movie theater. I pulled up - jumped in the back of his explorer climbed right on top of him, unzipped his pants, pulled my jeans off and I sat on his cock. It felt so good. I needed to get off of him. That was stupid and not responsible. I climbed off and stroked his cock a few times until he came. I got back in my car. This time I felt totally guilty and ashamed of my actions. Meanwhile every time my hubby and I had sex, he would continue to bring up Brian's name. Although I had guilt and shame, my feelings for Brian didn't really change. The following weekend, my husband went away on a planned trip with a bunch of his friends. My parents were coming in for a week to see us - - but mainly the kids. I must have mentioned something in passing to Brian because he sent me a text Friday morning (he never texted me) actually I am not sure how he got my number. Anyway - his text said to call him. I called him an hour or so later. He said his plans for the weekend were cancelled - he wasn't working and knew the hubby was going away. He asked if I wanted to come down to his place. At first I said no I can't. He didn't pressure me - we hung up the phone and I texted him an hour later and said yes! I'll come down. Friday early evening, I told my parents I was meeting a few girlfriends for a few drinks. They didn't mind watching the kids. I remember it was early spring - beautiful day. Driving down I knew it was wrong but when you are doing this you are in a vortex that's so hard to get out of. I wore a hot looking sundress allowing me to show a ton of cleavage and a sexy pair of thongs. I grabbed a bottle of wine. When I knocked he answered the door. At this point it didn't matter what I was wearing. He grabbed my arm gently pulled me inside. We started making our one hand on my breast the other up my dress. I was like puddy in his hands. I was so wet - he quickly put on a condom and bent me over a chair and put his thick cock into my extremely wet pussy. I was in heaven. He pulled out took off the condom, turned me around and pushed me to my knees and stroked his cock a few times until he came all over my face. Wow! What an awesome experience. I asked to clean up - showered and got dressed. We poured wine, he poured a beer. We sat around for a half hour or so. He was a take charge guy. Which I like. Knowing that I would do anything to see him again, He told me that I was to come over his place Saturday morning and again at night. He said if I didn't come over, our little fling was over. I told him I would try but no guarantees- he said that's fine but if you don't show up don't bother coming back. I didn't know why but that made me want him more. Crazy how the mind works. He must have taken a blue pill or just being younger but he was sitting on the couch and told me to kneel in front of him and suck his dick. So I did as I was told. He wanted it nice and slow - not like in the car where we felt rushed. I gave him a slow deep blow job and he came about 10 minutes later. I cleaned up and went home. This time I didn't have any guilt. The next morning he told me to be at his house at 10:00 am. I told my parents I was running errands and went over - again amazing sex. He told me not to wear any underwear. He told me to walk right in. I came in and he was in the shower. I hollered his name and he said to come to the bathroom. He told me to join him. I honestly think this was the hottest sex I had ever had in my life. I told him Saturday night probably wasn't going to work. He said if I don't show up by 7:00 that would be out last get together. I couldn't believe he was that stubborn. I later realized it was his way of making me want him more. The night came and went but I couldn't find a baby sitter. My parents had plans with some family friends. I sent him a text saying sorry but no response. I tried again Sunday afternoon and again no response. I didn't see him until Thursday at work. He walked by me like we were friends, said hi, nothing else. I said I was sorry as he passed - he just said sorry about what? Like nothing ever happened. This absolutely drove me crazy. I asked if he was grabbing a drink after work - he said he had plans. If you ever wanted something so bad but couldn't have it- that was how I was feeling. Blowing me off - playing hard to get and it was totally working. The more he brushed me off the more and more I wanted him. This went on for a month - maybe a little longer. Finally on day I stoped him and asked what could I do to get back together with him. He said let me think about it. Two nights went by and still nothing. Finally he call me on a Thursday morning. He asked when I was working next - I told him Saturday. He instructed me to download the KIK app to communicate. This way it wouldn't create any suspicion if the hubby looked at the phone. He told me that I would have to service whatever he wanted to do to me. No exceptions - and if I couldn't agree to it - he didn't want to go any further. He made one concession but had one demand. The concession was timing. He told me to look at the phone kik the night before. I could choose to meet him before or after work on days he wanted me that particular day. He said he would only meet with me a maximum 3 times a week. He demanded that when we had sex that he would go bareback. I first I was very hesitant but he said he would get tested to put me at ease. So I agreed. This "affair" went on for 6 - 8 months. Probably had sex (one way or another) 2 - 3 times a week. Some days I would go to his place and other times I would meet him in his SUV before or after work. I was his little whore. Not something I was proud of but it happened. Stressful at times but fun and exciting at the same time. Brian introduced me to anal (which took about 5 months to get there because of his thickness. One day he sent me a message saying we needed to talk. He was moving back to NY. We were both sad but it was a blessing in disguise. It forced me to focus my attention onto my husband (who was still bringing up Brian's name when we had sex). About 2 months passed after Brian left - my husband and I were having sex. I told him that maybe we could live out his fantasy (not with Brian but maybe try swinging). He loved the idea - so we arranged to go to a swing club about 2 hours from where we live to assure discretion. And here we are today. My husband mostly likes to watch and afterward we relive what just happened. We have 2 black men we get together with a few times a year. It helps spice up our sex life. We had 2 meetings with multiple black men - which were great but I prefer one on one. I still keep in contact with Brian about once a month we chat. I still see him about once a year. It's our little secret but it has opened up doors for us as couple that we never would have explored if it wasn't for him.

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