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first encounter.
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bring home Penthouse Letters and we would occasionally read them
together. His favorites were letters about female bi-sexual experiences.
Although I too enjoyed these letters, what shocked and aroused me most
were the letters from wives who took a walk on the dark side, or from
their husbands who caught them in the act. Of course, I saved these
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about thirty-five years old. He wore an expensive suit that fit his athletic
body like a glove. His hair was closely trimmed and he had a well kept
mustache. As I was staring at him he looked up from the magazine that he was
reading and looked at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and then he smiled
at me. The moment he smiled at me my pussy twitched and I felt the crotch of
my panties dampen!
I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me. I'd been a virgin when
I met my husband and while I looked at other men, in twelve years of marriage
I'd never cheated on my husband. Yet here I was sitting in an airport lounge
lusting after this handsome stranger! In the back of my mind I knew that
pursuing this man could ruin my marriage, but I was a prisoner to my own lust
and knew that whatever the consequences might be, I was going to do everything
possible to make love to this tall, Black man.
Just then I was jolted from my reverie. My husband was standing beside
me and tapping my arm. They'd started to board the plane and our seat
assignments had been called. I gave him my coldest stare and told him, "Go buy
me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter." The poor dear must have thought I was
crazy to make that request since I'd quit smoking long before I'd met him and
I'd never smoked during our years together. However, some months before he'd
admitted that he found the image of a woman smoking a cigarette very erotic.
I'm sure he was torn between his erotic dreams and the fear that we'd miss our
flight. He started to speak, possibly to ask what brand of cigarettes he
should buy, but I cut him short. "Don't you dare question my orders! Now
hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" He dropped our carry-on bags and ran down
the concourse.
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carefully and I found myself wanting to put on a show for him. Eventually
my dance partner realized he no longer held my attention and moved on. I
walked toward my mysterious admirer and he met me halfway. A slow sexy
song had begun so we simply started to groove when we reached one
another. My body melted into his as his strong hands explored. He stood
behind me and held me as we danced. I could feel his manhood pressing
against me and I shuddered as I imagined it parting my lips. He kissed
the back of my neck and whispered his name: Michael. Michael, my dark
angel. With my heart pounding, I tried to reply but my throat was dry and
my mouth seemed disconnected. Finally, in exasperation, I managed to
whisper back that I wanted him to take me. Together we walked out of the
club, across the courtyard and into his room.
The walls in the motel rooms are covered with large mirrors. No matter
where I looked I saw an image of myself in the arms of this black
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overhead bin as we passed. Although the aisle wasn't all that narrow, I made a
point of pushing my breasts into his back as I squeezed past. As discretely as
possible, I reached around in front of him and give his cock a quick pat as I
whispered in his ear, "I hope you accept my offer."
I then hurried down the aisle to join my husband who was waiting at our
seats. Our tickets were for the center and aisle seats and since my husband is
over six feet tall, he always sits in the aisle seat, but this time I told him
to sit in the center seat. He opened his mouth to protest, but when he saw my
scowl he quickly complied.
A young college coed was sitting in the window seat and I saw my husband
admiring her firm tits that were evident under her tight sweater. I took a
magazine from the seat pocket and handed it to him. I told him that he was to
hold it open with both hands, that he was to hold it in front of his face and
that he was not to let me see him eyeing the girls tits for the rest of the
flight. I could see his face redden as he dutifully obeyed.
The plane taxied to the runway and quickly rose into the air. As we
climbed for altitude, I took out my paperback and began reading. I held the
book open with my right hand and I rested my left hand in my husband's lap. As
I read my book, I let my fingers and my long fingernails dance over my
husband's swelling cock. I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the
magazine harder, but he didn't let it fall from in front of his face. He
leaned toward me and asked whether we were still going to join the Mile High
Club. I chuckled and said, "well, I'm certainly planning too!" Soon my
husband's cock was standing straight up and forming a tent in his slacks.
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courtyard from the rooms is a dance floor where the dress code is very
risque and the dancing is very, very dirty.
My husband enjoys looking into other rooms to watch other people engaged
in every sexual act known to man. It was looking into one such room that
I caught my first sight of a white woman being fucked by a black man
while her husband filmed the action. My panties were immediately soaked
as I stood hypnotized. I dragged Eric to our room and begged him to pound
me. Soon a small crowd formed around our patio door. I was thrilled at
being watched while he made love to me.
Our visits have always been on Saturday nights (couples only) and that's
just what we do - meet with other couples, however, recently we were
really in the mood to go but had family plans that Saturday night, so for
the first time we went on a Friday (single men invited.) When we got
there I was beside myself - the courtyard was filled with great looking
single men, many of whom were 
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handed him my panties and told them that they were for him. I then gave him
the wrapper from the condom and asked him to give it to my husband. I gave him
one last kiss and let him squeeze past me out the door.
As soon as he was out the door, I shut and locked it again. I pressed my
ear against the door to hear what the two men would say. My new lover was
chuckling and complimenting my husband on what a hot little wife he had. He
then made a comment about what pretty panties I'd and I could imagine him
folding my panties and placing them in his pocket in front of my husband. I
then heard him say, "Boy, did she have a tight cunt and her white titties were
so big and soft. Oh, by the way, I think this must me yours." With that he
handed my husband the wrapper from the condom and laughed as he strode back to
his seat.
I put my pantyhose into my purse, closed my bra, buttoned my blouse and
put my skirt back on. The moment I felt that huge prick inside of me I knew
that I would never be satisfied with just my husband's cock again. Now I'd to
face my husband and see if he could live with this change. I took a deep
breath and opened the door. There stood my husband, his mouth hanging open,
the condom wrapper clutched in his hand and a huge erection pressing against
his pants. I patted his cock and said, "Sorry honey, but you were so late, I
started without you. Now go get cleaned up." With that I sauntered past him
and returned to my seat.
That night in our hotel room I'd him strip and then I tied his hands
behind his back with one of his neck ties. I pushed him into a chair and then
blindfolded him with one of my scarves. I then went into the bathroom and
stripped out of my clothes. I took my lover's condom from my purse and a pair
of Black Dick Movie I blacked out.
When I came around Eric was by my side holding my hand. The room was dark
and the curtains closed. I asked him where Michael was and he said that
he had left, but had left his number. I asked Eric if he could ever
forgive me. He said that watching me so completely aroused and wanton was
the greatest sight of his life. He asked if I would need to be with
Michael again. I immediately said yes. He then spread my legs and lowered
his face to my quim and proceeded to kiss and lick me from my ass to my
clitoris. I quietly came on his tongue and dreamt about my future.
Since then I have met with Michael again and again. Sometimes alone,
often with Eric watching. I even allowed Michael to take me in my marital
bed while I wore white stockings, a garter, a white lace push up bra and
my wedding veil. I got the idea from a photo I had seen on the Internet.
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about thirty-five years old. He wore an expensive suit that fit his athletic
body like a glove. His hair was closely trimmed and he had a well kept
mustache. As I was staring at him he looked up from the magazine that he was
reading and looked at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and then he smiled
at me. The moment he smiled at me my pussy twitched and I felt the crotch of
my panties dampen!
I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me. I'd been a virgin when
I met my husband and while I looked at other men, in twelve years of marriage
I'd never cheated on my husband. Yet here I was sitting in an airport lounge
lusting after this handsome stranger! In the back of my mind I knew that
pursuing this man could ruin my marriage, but I was a prisoner to my own lust
and knew that whatever the consequences might be, I was going to do everything
possible to make love to this tall, Black man.
Just then I was jolted from my reverie. My husband was standing beside
me and tapping my arm. They'd started to board the plane and our seat
assignments had been called. I gave him my coldest stare and told him, "Go buy
me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter." The poor dear must have thought I was
crazy to make that request since I'd quit smoking long before I'd met him and
I'd never smoked during our years together. However, some months before he'd
admitted that he found the image of a woman smoking a cigarette very erotic.
I'm sure he was torn between his erotic dreams and the fear that we'd miss our
flight. He started to speak, possibly to ask what brand of cigarettes he
should buy, but I cut him short. "Don't you dare question my orders! Now
hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" He dropped our carry-on bags and ran down
the concourse.
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disappear. His body was God like. Solid, with tight coal black skin
stretched taught over massive muscles. His abdominal muscles were well
defined and even the muscles of his neck seemed to belong to some
champion thoroughbred. His cock was massive: long, thick, straight, with
a large head and angry slit. It was already oozing a steady stream of
semen as I inspected it, caressed it, then fell to my knees to worship
it.
I kissed the head of his cock then ran my tongue along the underside of
his shaft; lifting it high as I made a trail down to his scrotum. I
whimpered uncontrollably as I felt the heat of his prick against my
cheek. His cream tasted smooth and mild and my mouth quickly filled with
his pre-cum. By now a small crowd had formed outside watching mesmerized.
Michael took hold of my chin and stood me up. He then lay me down onto
the bed and climbed next to me. Thus began the slow process of possessing
me, mating me, fulfilling my every desire. I had never