My husband John and I have been happily married for nine years, and have two beautiful children. Up until a year ago we had been totally faithful to each other. The honeymoon had definitely worn off, but our sex life was still pretty good, and neither of us ever even thought about greener grass on the other side of the fence—at least I didn’t. Oh sure, if I saw an attractive man I might wonder for a moment what he might be like in the sack, but it was never more than a fleeting fantasy.
My husband is a successful businessman, and his company does a lot of business with various large corporations in the area. Consequently we get a lot of invitations to functions connected with his work. A lot of them are boring as heck, but usually you get a pretty good dinner out of it, and sometimes the speaker is even interesting.
One night about a year ago, John and I were attending a fund-raiser for a local charity. This particular event was a little different from most, in that there was assigned seating, and husbands and wives were split up and placed at different tables. Since I didn’t know very many of the people attending this fund-raiser, I wasn’t happy about being apart from my husband, and found myself wishing I had stayed home. I walked around the ballroom until I found the table with my name card on it. Just as I started to sit down, I heard a voice from behind me saying, “Well, at least I get to sit next to a pretty lady. That makes it all worth while!”
Shannon looked into the mirror. Up until the last year or two, she occasionally got carded when she bought alcohol. She could still turn heads, not bad for someone coming up on 50. About every other year she had to make this trip to Reno for work, but the conference was over and she would be heading home tomorrow. Shannon laughed when she unpacked her suitcase upon arrival and found that Dean had stuffed in a copy of Penthouse Letters, he had done that before. The stories seemed to have a recurring theme, the wife having a fling somewhere. Dean was such a goof sometimes. He’d stuck a couple other items in her suitcase this time, she’d ask him about those when she got home.
Maybe a trip to the new bar Dean had mentioned down the street from her hotel on her last night. She probably wouldn’t run into anyone she knew in a bar, she laughed to herself. She flipped through the Penthouse Letters as she was getting dressed…at least their pictures were good she thought. She put on some jeans, and a stretchy black top with a vest on over it so her nipples wouldn’t show. She admired her tits in the mirror, a pair that many 20 year olds would be jealous of.
Shannon parked herself at the bar where she could see the dance floor and watch all of the interesting people. The bartender stopped and asked “what can I get you?”.
“1800 double” Shannon answered. She took a sip and looked around.
“I’ll have what she’s having” boomed a deep voice. Shannon turned around to see a very tall, nice looking, mid thirties black gentleman in a sport coat.
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Let me start with my wife and I have been married over 20 years and are still very much happy with each other. Granted our sex lives had gotten boring until about 2 years ago when we agreed that we needed a change. I had always thought about her being with other men and it does really get me turned on. It sounds weird but it does, still don’t know why. She originally was not with me on the idea of her seeing other men, but after I convinced her now she loves it. I also know she still loves me without exception.
This story starts about her thinking about a black man and always wanting to find out if the story was true about their size. I had no objections, what makes her happy makes me happy. She finally met Russell one night when she was out with her friends; they do not know anything about these trysts. She said he was very nice and very well built. They hit it off very well when they met. After talking to him all night she quietly made arrangements to meet him without her friends around. Lorri met him out for dinner and drinks about 3 or 4 times before they actually had sex of any kind. She was beginning to think he did not like her. Which I assured her was not the case, for 45 she is still a good looking blonde and well built. After they had sex Lorri told me the myth was true, at least for Russell it was. She said he was great in bed and was well endowed.
I was what one might call a “late-bloomer” (read: kind of dorky) in college, so I really wasn’t a big lady’s man. My friends, on the other hand, were quite a different story. They were all soccer and basketball players, and since my little east coast school didn’t have a football team, they were as good as it got for the girls. These guys had the tightest and hottest of coed trim literally beating down their doors nightly for a taste of their on-campus “popularity”. It was crazy, and pretty much all I could do was sit there, dream, and salivate…sometimes more than others. (Yes…I lived a lot—vicariously, that is—in those days.)
So—one night—it was quite the treat to actually witness a little bit more than my friends taking the assorted lasses off to their rooms and closing the doors behind them. By pure chance, I was using the communal restroom / shower-room on our floor of the dorm—finishing up with taking a leak—when I heard my friend John and his “girlfriend” Lexi stumble into the room. He was a mammoth individual—originally from Africa, though he spoke without an accent—the star basketball player on the team. She, on the other hand, was the quintessential rah-rah type—cute as hell, brunette, athletic, perky and bubbly. If ever there were jock and cheerleader stereotypes, these two would have fit them to a tee.
For our neighbors’ Halloween party this year, I won a bet with my wife which let me choose our costumes. I decided I would be a sultan while Joan would wear a harem slave-girl outfit of little more than a bikini with a pair of gauzy sleeves and harem pants, plus a slave collar with a chain attached.
Joan was scandalized at first, but I reminded her that I’d won the bet, and she put the costume on. She looked incredible! While she’s only five-one, she has a stunning figure, and the outfit showed it off beautifully. I wanted to fuck her on the spot, but we had a party to attend. Playfully, I grabbed her chain and gave a little tug, saying, “Come on, slave.” She froze for a second, and I thought I had gone over the line, but then she followed me with no further protest.
At the party we started circulating, and I noticed Joan getting lots of looks from the guys. At one point we separated, and when I returned I found her surrounded by a quartet of admirers. Like us, they had a theme look: two dressed as Roman centurions, the other two wearing togas. I recognized Kip, the son of the party hosts, but the others were new to me. One of the guys was black.
12-23-2010 Thurs.
I’m Tim, a 36 year-old Captain of my firefighting crew. I’m 6’ 1” with a pretty muscular body I keep in shape. I have short, trimmed medium brown hair and blue eyes, yet because of my work schedule, I rarely have time for a social life, let alone maintain a functioning relationship. On one of my days off, I was trying to figure out something to do. To be honest, I wanted a woman, so I pulled out some porn magazines and a DVD. But that even didn’t do much to lift my spirits. It was one of those cold, grey, rainy days, which I suspected added to the sour mood I was in. I got chilly and decided to build a fire. That helped my mood a little, but I was still frustrated and horny as all hell. Then I heard a voice… A female voice.
A while back I got pregnant by my black lover, Sylvester, and gave birth to a healthy black baby boy, who is now a year old. My wonderfully understanding husband Carl agreed to raise the baby with me if I stopped cheating on him, but Sylvester still comes by once in a while to visit with his son. Sylvester is still a pretty hot stud, and I have to admit I used to get some very soaked panties whenever he came around.
About a month ago Carl was called out of town for two weeks. I was feeling insecure, not having a man in the house, so I asked Sylvester if he could come over. I also needed sex, and I remembered how Sylvester could stretch my pussy with his large cock. But this time I stocked up on a bunch of condoms so I wouldn’t get pregnant by him again.
When the doorbell rang that night I rushed to answer it, thinking it was Sylvester, but it turned out to be Crystal, a hot 20-year-old college girl from down the street, who was handing out flyers advertising her availability for babysitting. This was a lucky break for me, and I asked her if she could watch my one-year-old son right away. She said it was very short notice, and asked if I could pay her a little extra. I agreed, on the condition that she would take him to her house and watch him overnight.
WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD
(This is told from the Male Point of View)
Submitted by: MissAndrene
I’m Tim, and I have got to tell the story of how I met my new lover. First off, I’m 35 years old, and around 6’ 2”, with neatly cut light brown hair and a physique that I work on to keep looking good and to stay fit for my job. My other best feature is my thick eight-inch white cock that is very thick with a bright pink mushroom head, and I keep almost completely shaved. I am a firefighter for now, but I hope to make captain within the next five years. I first saw Nikki the day I moved in. She lived directly across the street from me. She was African-American, around 5’ 8” full-figured (around a size 14/16), curvy, with big tits, and a round, firm ass. She was scrubbing the tires of her Lexus SUV. Nikki had on some loose cut-offs, a white V-neck T-shirt, and white high-top tennis shoes. She had her brown and blonde braids tied back under a baseball cap. As she worked on washing the tires, her shirt would gap open a little and I could see some of the black lace bra she was wearing. I didn’t mean to stare, but she must have sensed it, because she stopped, stood up, and smiled. “Hi there”, she said, “just moving in?” “Uh, yeah”, I replied, “It’s the pits.” “Tell me about it”, she said, and then she went back to scrubbing. I wanted to talk some more, but I had four of my buddies helping me move and we were swamped. Then it hit me: I hadn’t even asked her what her name was! Then I thought, “I’ll just ask her later next time I see her”. “Later” turned out to be two long weeks. I guess because of our work schedules, we unfortunately kept on missing each other.
Well, two weeks later, my new neighbors two houses over, the Kemps were having a potluck/barbecue. They told me not to bring anything because I had just moved in, but I brought a couple of bottles of wine and a veggie tray. My buddy Derek came along with me. We arrived about 20 minutes late and everything was already in full swing. Derek and I had just settled in when about 10 minutes later, Nikki walked in through the back gate, holding an enormous container of what looked to be a pasta salad. Mrs. Kemp went over to help and greet her. “You always do too much”, Mrs. Kemp said smiling, Nikki smiled in return and replied, “You know I love to do it, Mrs. Kemp”. Derek saw me staring and nudged me, “What’s with her?” he asked. “That’s the neighbor across the street I told you about”, I said. “Well let’s go meet her”, Derek said with a hint of trouble in his eyes. Feeling nervous, I walked over to her. I extended my hand and introduced myself. I apologized for not telling her my name before, and she did likewise. We spent the next few minutes chatting when Derek interrupted. I had completely forgotten that he was there. I introduced them and immediately turned my attention back to Nikki.
We hung around each other for the rest of the day and well into the night. We went for an evening swim and went into the Jacuzzi together. It took everything in me to keep from reaching over and fingering her under the water. I was hard as steel and I knew I had to hide it. I found out that Nikki was 33, taught for the Department of Corrections, she was an only child, and had never been married, nor did she have any kids. I knew I had hit pay dirt!
Much later that evening, I walked her home. We said our good-byes and I spent a good portion of the night thinking of Nikki and jerking off. I could only imagine how warm her mouth would feel on my dick and how it would feel to buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy. Nikki invaded my thoughts as I slept that night and I ended up having a wet dream; something I hadn’t done since I was 14. The next day, I made a bold move and went across the street to talk to her more. She had on the same outfit that she wore the day we met, minus the baseball cap and she had her shirt tied in a knot in the front, and her cleavage seemed to go on for miles. She seemed pleasantly surprised. “Is this a bad time?” I asked hesitantly. “Not at all”, Nikki said, “come on in”. I came in and she offered me a seat in her beautifully decorated den. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. “Sure, what you got?” I asked. “Let’s see, water, fruit juice, iced tea, or Bud Light, or can I make you a drink?” “Can I have a Bud Light?” I asked. “Of course”, she said. She brought us the beers and we chitchatted for a while. Suddenly, Nikki jumped up, “Oh, I’m being so rude, give me a minute”. She disappeared into the kitchen before I could say anything. I could hear her bustling around busying herself and about five minutes later, she came out carrying a tray with fruit slices, cheese, and crackers. “Oh, no, don’t” I said. “I insist”, she replied. As she leaned forward to put the tray down, I stole a peek down her shirt. I knew I had to get my hands on those big, beautiful chocolate breasts. “Give me about 5 minutes to clean up, and we can really kick back”.
I don’t know what got into me, but after about one or two minutes, I followed Nikki into her kitchen where she was washing a couple of dishes. I slid my hand around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She responded to my touch, much to my pleasure. I confessed to her that I had wanted her since the day I first saw her, and she said likewise. I took my hand and slid it up and into her T-shirt. I grabbed a handful of her lovely tits and ran my thumb across her nipple. It was as hard as an eraser. Nikki’s breathing intensified as she rubbed up and down my leg. I kissed her neck, and nibbled her ear. Then I slid my other hand up into the leg of her shorts and then to her ass. She was wearing some little cotton bikini panties. I slid my hand to the front and I could feel her hardened clit poking against her panties, which were damp from her pussy juices. She responded by pressing her ass against my boner then reaching back to rub it. Nikki then turned around and kissed me. Her soft pink tongue roamed my mouth and teased my lips. I continued to finger her and saturate my fingers with her sweet pussy juices.
Nikki reached for my belt and unbuckled it. She then unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand into my underwear. She gave my member a firm, yet gentle squeeze. I looked down at her and gave out a moan. The next thing I knew, Nikki pulled my cock out positioned herself in front of it, and wrapped her lovely lips around the tip. I wanted to blow my massive load at that instant, but I held back. I wanted this sensation to last as long as possible. Nikki sucked and stroked my cock as if she were starving. I found myself going weak at the knees and I had to grip the edge of the counter to be able to stand up. I threw my head back and let out a series of deep, throaty moans and groans until after about five minutes I could not hold back any longer and I shot out what seemed like gallons of jism. Nikki managed to swallow it all and then suck me dry. It took a couple of minutes to pull ourselves together. When we finally did, I pulled my jeans back up while Nikki got a bottle of water out of her fridge.
We went back to the den and stretched out on her giant floor pillows. I was on Nikki in a second. I kissed her as I quickly pulled off her shirt. She removed mine just as fast. Then I slid her bra down to reveal her humungous breasts. I licked and bit at those sensitive, chocolate chip nipples while my hand slid down to her moist cunt. Nikki was really starting to get turned on and already was thrusting her hips, indicating she was ripe for humping. I had to restrain myself from tearing down her shorts and panties and fucking her right then and there. I wanted this experience to last. As I continued working those lovely tits, I fingered her pussy. Nikki was sopping wet and her clit was swollen and pulsating. I removed her shorts as she worked my jeans down. Again, she took my rod out of my underwear and sucked on it. I got completely hard again, and in a short amount of time. I entangled my hair in her braids and pulled them back away from her face. I will always remember what a lovely vision it was to see Nikki’s mouth manipulating my cock like that. But I had to get in that sopping wet pussy so I had to make her stop before I blew my load. I practically ripped her little white panties away and positioned myself behind her. I took my thick, throbbing, aching tool and guided the bright pink swollen mushroom tip into her sticky hot cunt.
It felt better than anything!!! Nikki threw her head back and let out a long, deep moan of pure pleasure, bliss, and love. “Oh, fuck, oh God!” she almost screamed. I grabbed her on the hips and continued to pound her like there was no tomorrow. Nikki was gasping and moaning with my every thrust and I made sure to put my all into each and every one. Then I reached down to fondle her clit as I fucked her. Nikki must have come three times… But I wasn’t finished with this wildcat. Then I guided her over to her plush couch and bent her over the cushions while she was on her knees. I got on my knees behind her and positioned myself to take her from the back again. Her round cheeks were such a beautiful sight. I guided the tip of my tool to her brown eye and put pressure on it. Nikki sucked in a big breath and let out a loud cry. I slid my dick down her crack and to her love hole. I could see it glistening with her juices and the sight was almost too much to bear. I plunged my rod into her and let out a deep, hard moan. I then grabbed her round lovely ass and rammed my cock in and out of her pussy mercilessly. All Nikki could do was go limp and collapse forward on her couch with soft moans and whimpers escaping from her lips. As for me, I was able to keep going a little longer. Then I could feel my load churning in my balls. I thrust a few more hard, steady times and fired off in her beautiful quim. It felt like electricity had shot through the both of us as we climaxed together. I collapsed on top of her and tried to collect myself as our ragged breathing started to stabilized.
We both laid on Nikki’s throw pillows in a sweaty, sticky heap and melted into each other. I blew soft, cool breaths onto her smooth, medium-brown skin and lightly ran my fingers all over her body. I could still feel slight quivers generating through her body as she came down from her intense orgasms. As we dozed off, I held Nikki close and planted soft kisses all over her face, neck, and shoulders. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t remember a time when I felt this fulfilled being with a woman.
I awoke a couple of hours later only to realize that Nikki had my cock in her mouth once more and I was once again hard. I returned the act by tasting her sweet cunt and getting down and dirty on her swollen pink clit. Nikki bucked and thrashed around like a fish out of water, which only made me intensify my actions. I tongue-fucked like my life depended on it. And when she came, it was like a flash flood, and I sucked up every drop. We made love three more times before retreating to her bedroom somewhere around 5:00 in the morning. I didn’t even know I had that much in me!
My wife and I tried a website we saw in Penthouse Letters, and she found what she wanted and couldn’t resist in the form of a black man who was extremely well-endowed and muscular. We contacted him and after several back-and-forths set up a meeting at a local bar. We got pretty drunk, and she was flirting with him shamelessly, grinding into him while they danced. She said to me, “He’s huge down there. I’m soaked.”
I watched, jealous but turned on. My wife suggested we get a Jacuzzi room, so we left and got some beer and headed to the room. The three of us got in the room, and my wife told me to go for some ice. By the time I got back, this man had my wife ass naked with a mouthful of the biggest cock I have ever seen in person—nine inches and thick. She was worshipping this cock, moaning and choking, with spit running down her face and tits.
She was so involved, she didn’t even notice me till he said, “Your husband’s back.” She said, “Baby, come over here and give Mommy a kiss.” I went to her and she pulled his cock out of her mouth but leaves it only inches from her mouth. As I kiss her his cock is so close, I can smell it. She says, “How does his cock taste?” I said, “Your kiss tastes good.” She says, “Good boy,” then continued pleasuring him, looking me in the eyes, saying, “I love this big black cock,” slapping herself with it, saying, “You can’t please me like this. So go fill the tub.”
It was my 52nd birthday, and to celebrate, my wife Maggie and had I decided to spend the weekend in a hotel in the city. The plan was to spend two days having sex, going shopping and eating at expensive downtown restaurants.
We checked in early on Saturday, and as soon as we got settled in our room Maggie began to unfasten my pants so she could suck my dick before she rode me to a climax.
After she had done that, having experienced two orgasms in the process, my wife decided to pay a visit to Victoria’s Secret to buy some new lingerie. She asked me if I wanted to come with her, but I decided to pass, saying that I hoped she would model her purchases for me when she got back, and she promised to do so.
Maggie is a beautiful woman, five feet three and 115 pounds, with perfect 34B breasts and nipples that measure three quarters of a inch when hard, which they are most of the time. She is 51 years old but can pass for 35, and she still attracts a lot of male attention wherever she goes.
While she was at the mall, as she related to me later, a young black guy saw her looking in the window of the store and made his way over to stand next to her. As usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were trying to burst through her tight white T-shirt.
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