I am a white woman, thirty-eight, married to a successful man who is horny as hell at all times. I don’t mind because I love to fuck. I have even fucked a few of his buddies, and he has worked too many late nights for me to think he is faithful.
I have always fantasized about fucking a black stud, but never had the nerve to pursue it.
That changed one evening when I was at home alone and a little drunk. A nice-looking, young black guy came to the door and asked to use the phone because he had run out of gas. I asked him if he’d like a drink. He told me he had a girl with him, but if he got the gas he would take her home, come back and then have a drink with me. So I took him and his girlfriend to the gas station, brought them back, and watched them drive off, wondering if he’d return like he said he would.
Much to my surprise, he came back! I was a little nervous, but after a few more drinks I relaxed. Since he was not aggressive, I said, “I’ve heard that black men have beautiful sexual equipment.” He said, “I can show you better than I can tell you.” With that, he stood up and dropped his pants. He had the most beautiful prick I’ve ever seen. He fucked and sucked my tits, mouth and pussy all evening. I have never been more satisfied in my life.
Incidentally, he was nineteen at the time. He is now twenty-nine, married and the father of two. Since that night I have had sex with him twice a week, and I wouldn’t care if nobody else ever fucks me. I love his prick. My husband kids me about getting old because I used to keep him almost drained. He is a darned good lay but I am now always looking forward to Philip’s visits. For pure ecstasy, I want my big, stiff black cock. I could take it from him three times a day, every day, without even blinking an eye. What a man! T.D., Jacksonville, Florida