[FM] Years Later, Another BBC Opportunity

My previous story were about my first experience as a young married white wife discovering the pleasure of her first black cock.

So I decided to skip forward many years to my second chance with a black man, skipping several fun experiences along the way, I may come back to those should there be continued interest.

During the years following my previous story my Husband and I continued exploring different Hotwife/Cuckold/Sharing scenarios. All of them pretty hot and pretty satisfying.

But I have to admit, The desire for black men remained deep in my mind. All the things that led me there still existed, and it was such a hot experience it only made want it more.

Again, my circle of friends and acquaintances never really put me in much contact with men of colour, and I was also pretty reluctant towards mentioning it to my Husband. He is very open minded, but I was never 100% sure he would be open to me seeing black men as a regular thing.

After we had our second child I was anxious to get back into being more active with Hotwife dating.

Our comfort zone had evolved and what was working best for us at the time was finding men online. Not one night stands, more like boyfriends that I could go out for dinners, go for drinks, generally truly “date”.

I was exclusively on one particular dating site that would allow “Married woman seeking” ads, it has pretty extensive messaging features and proved to be a lot of fun to browse through and continuing to refine my profile.

I had met a couple guys there and had a few dates fairly quickly after signing up but none of them had been exactly what I was looking for.

One night I was reading the days messages ( I literally got minimum a dozen a day) when I received an Instant Message from a man I’ll call D.

I replied back, just hello and small talk at first, but within a few messages I could tell he was a really fun guy. He had me laughing right away, asked normal, appropriate questions, and didn’t come off as some jerk with the usual “Hey, I’ll fuck you” BS that a lot seem to put forth.

I kinda got the impression he may be Black just from his messages and sure enough when I clicked his profile I found that to be true.

D was a professional here in the city, single, kids from a previous relationship. He was pretty interested in knowing how all this worked with me being married and my husband actually knowing what I was doing.

I don’t know what he really felt, but he seemed totally fine with it.

We chatted almost every day for a couple weeks, exchanging normal G rated pictures and exchanged phone number so we could text and talk on the phone rather than through the site.

Honestly, within a few days of chatting I knew I wanted to meet him in person. I was very attracted to his personality and his appearance from in pictures. Of course it was also stirring up all those memories from my experience years earlier.

We agreed it was time to meet and see if there was an attraction in person. He was warned that our first meeting was just to get to know each there a bit, make sure we had that spark in person and that there would be no expectation of sex especially on the first date.

We both were upfront that if there was an attraction, that sex was more than just a possibility after that.

I have to say, I had never been so horny or excited to meet someone…probably ever.

I spent most of that day preparing, I got a manicure and pedicure in the morning. The afternoon I went out shopping and bought a new dress. I stopped off at the lingerie store for new stockings and panties. I just wanted to feel sexy and also give my husband a treat when I got home. I knew I would need his attention when I got home. At least that’s how I was playing it (more about that later).

All dolled up, I gave my husband a big hug goodby and told him I would probably be home by 11:00-11:30.

D had made a reservation at a Japanese restaurant, the kind with the tables each in little rooms with the paper doors separating them. He felt it would be easier to speak frankly and also safer to be away from prying eyes just in case someone either of us knew might happen to be there.

What an Amazing time! He was every bit as charming in person!

He was funny and handsome, very well spoken and we had an instant chemistry together.

Before we new it it was already 10:30 and the restaurant was closing up, but neither one of us wanted the evening to end. We agreed we should check out the bar across the street and have an after dinner drink.

The conversation continued to be easy and lively. If course as we had a drink or 2 we got a little more into intimate conversation. Asking each other about our likes and dislikes in bed, what sort of people we had dated in the past.

It was almost midnight when we left the bar, I suggested we hop in his car and share some parting thoughts before calling it a night.

We both agreed that we would LOVE to go out again, and as soon as possible. D was very complimentary, he told me he found me very attractive and said I was definitely his type.

I Told D that I was very pleased with our date as well, and felt that we had a real chemistry. I told him I found him very attractive and I said “You look like you would be a VERY good kisser”.

One of the things I liked about him was he was very good at taking a hint, not at all shy about making his moves…so as soon as I said that he leaned in to kiss me…as he did I leaned in to meet him and fuck yes…he was a good kisser!

Instantly we were locked in a deep passionate kiss, I felt his fingers on the back of my neck, then pulling me close as they ran through my blonde hair.

We kissed like that for only a couple minutes before I moved back pulling him towards me. Somehow we managed to shift around so that D was in the passenger seat reclined and I on top of him. We passionately made out while our hands began to roam.

I felt his strong hands run down my back, move down and over my ass, then down to my stocking covered thighs. I began gently grinding on him, encouraging him.

Then as his hands started back up, he ran them under my dress. I lost my breath, gasping as I felt his fingers find the top of my stockings and continue to my uncovered upper thighs… Then up over my ass. The first pass over my panties, then back down and slipped under my panties and over my bare ass.

By know I was struggling to catch my breath. I kissed him deeply, my tongue swirling around his, probing deep in his mouth. I was putting out every signal I could to encourage him to keep going further.

D was groping and feeling my ass, then I felt him slide down deep between my thighs, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart. I gasped as I felt a finger slide down my crack, over my asshole down to my slit…I almost came right there as a finger dipped just a little bit into my slippery wetness, not penetrating me, just dipping in the wetness of my inner lips.

I didn’t care about anything at that point, no inhibitions at all…I instantly ran my hand down between us and felt his huge bulge. He was rock hard and I had to get my hands on it. I began tugging on his belt, struggling to get at it.

D helped me get his pants undone, I reached inside and took his thick black cock in my hand, God he was so hard, so thick, so long…the biggest I had ever felt…

I wanted a closer look, I wanted to taste that big cock. I started to kiss down his body undoing his shirt as I went. D shifted up as best he could and soon I had his cock in my hand, right in front of my face. Me, on me knees on the floor of his car.

I was so mesmerized by it…it was PERFECT. Nice and dark, straight, smooth, nice thick head…Seriously, you could not imagine a more beautiful cock.

I just felt it throbbing in my hand, I stroked it and started for a minute before I could no longer resist. I hold the head to my lips and kiss the tip, then slide my tongue forward and circle that delicious chocolate head. D moans “Oh fuck….that’s it baby…”

I was so pleased that he was pleased…I wanted to make him feel good, show him what a sexy white bitch I was. I had never felt so submissive before.

I begin to tease his cock, very gently taking it in my mouth, licking him, teasing his balls. I want to get him wanting me so badly he can’t stand it.

I must have been doing a good job, he steadily encouraged me, putting his hand on the back of my head he pushed me up and down on it, not choking me, just setting the pace.

My mind briefly flashed to the reality of what was happening…Me, married, a mom, white, blonde, blue eyes…sucking a fat black cock in a parking lot while he pushes my down on it. I imagined his view, his strong black hands, my blonde hair between his fingers, my mouth going up and down on his cock…lucky boy!

After a few minutes D pulled me back up, I felt his cock pressing against my tummy.

His hands were back under my dress and on my ass. Once I felt his fingers hooking the waist of my panties I lift myself off him slightly, giving him the ok, making it easier for him, I felt them sliding down, my heart was pounding! I clumsily moved my legs and kicked my panties down and onto the floor.

Anyone walking by would now see my bare white ass facing the windshield, but I couldn’t care less.

I kissed him then sat up, I had his cock in my hand, stroking it against my white tummy, my clit touching the shaft.

D Had a condom ready I thought…naughty boy…I said no sex on the first date! Thank God he ignored me!

He opened it and rolled it down that long shaft.

Without hesitation I rose up on my knees, aimed it right at my hole, and slowly, deliberately lowered myself back down.

His thick head touched between my lips, pushing them aside as it lined up with my opening…all in one motion it continued and easily pushed through the resistance of my tight opening and sank into me…every inch slowly penetrated me on the first stroke.

I wa in total ecstasy! I had never felt so much physical pleasure in my life as I did having that cock deep in me.

I could no longer hold myself up, I wa just too weak with pleasure and lay on top of him. His hands tightly squeezed my ass and pulled my body up and down on him as he pushed in and out of me.

I heard myself whimpering as he fucked me. I was doing my best to help but really he is doing all the work, I was pretty much his to fuck at that point…thankfully I was born for this role, it felt as though my whole life had been leading up to this moment. Like I was destined to end up right giving myself to D.

As D fucked me from below I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, I could hear how juicy I was with each stroke…those sexy wet sounds…I was getting closer and closer with each thrust. I felt my energy returning and began meeting his thrusts until I was now riding him.

D was now pumping in and out of me in the perfect rhythm. Me meeting each thrust. I put my hand down between my legs and found my clit, it was hard as a marble. I had actually never felt it so swollen and hard!

At first it was too sensitive to even touch but I HAD to rub it…D had the sexiest smile on his face as he watched me masterbating while riding him.

I could no longer hold out…D pounded away, groping my ass, me furiously rubbing my clit. I groaned…and breathed “I’m gonna cum D…fuck…I’m gonna cium on that big black COCK!”

D told me to cum, he said he wanted to see my face when I cum all over him…He told me how beautiful I looked riding his black cock, and that put me over the edge.

I gasped for breath as he pushed DEEP into me and held me there…my contractions started and I suddenly felt my orgasm rush through me…it was then I felt a warmth between my legs…I realized I was squirting! I had NEVER done that before and tried to hold it back…but there was nothing I could do…My pussy gushed, soaking D and running down between our legs and puddling on the seat.

I tried and catch my breath…I laughed, embarrassed..”Oh my god…I’m so sorry!”

D laughs “For WhAT??? That was fucking hot!”

I laughed, blushing “Yea….god…lol…I’ve never done that before!…Did you cum?”

“Yea…I came too…I couldn’t hold it once you started!”

I leaned forward, his cock slipped out and I looked down to see the tip filled with his delicious white cum.

“Oh Man! You came a LOT!”

He said “Really? That’s pretty normal I think…but you sure got me worked up!”

We both laughed, I’m sure I was beet red as I rolled off of him, naked below the waste, my tits hanging out over my dress, at some point he had pulled them up and out. I scrambled to find tissues and began wiping up my “cum” juice off his seat.

He kept reassuring me telling me how fucking hot it was and I had NOTHING to be embarrassed about, how glad he was he was able to bring that out of me and what a fantasy it was.

He made me feel better about it and then I noticed the time, it was almost 1:00am and I knew my husband would be worried.

We both quickly got straightened out and then chatted for a few minutes. We both agreed that we needed to get together as soon as possible and the next time we would be in a nice big Hotel bed with no time limits.

He walked me to my car and we kissed goodnight. I made a bit of a fool of myself by thanking him over and over..”No really…THANK YOU!, I needed that so bad! That was the best FUCK OF MY LIFE lol”.

On the drive home I was afraid maybe I came off as desperate or needy or something. But it turned out not to be the case. D called me the next day to tell me what an AMAZING time he had and when could we go out again!

OK, Confession time:

First off, I was secretly hoping that a Black Man would reply to my ad on the site…but I just didn’t have the courage to put it in my ad. I just hoped it would happen randomly.

Second, Years later my husband asked me :at what point during the night did you realize you were going to fuck him. I finally admitted “I know before I left home I would fuck him, I wanted another Black guy, had been dreaming about it happening for all these years and I was planning on trying to make it happen…if I could get the opportunity, I was going to do it…I wanted it and was going to get it” . Obviously that was the real reason I wore a dress, so he could get his hands under it…and sexy panties…because I knew he would see me undressed.

As always…Please comment or PM me with comments, questions etc! I love knowing people are enjoying hearing about my adventures, and without feedback I don’t know if I should continue or what people want to hear about.

Thanks again All!

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