First of all, yes, I’m married. The short version of my marriage: I’ve been married for awhile now, and my husband and I had all the sex we were going to have in the first few years of our marriage. Now, it’s my turn to explore my sexuality and my fantasies. And those fantasies involve black men. Of course, this all happened before the pandemic started.
As for me, I’m in my mid thirties, long hair, big boobs (which are **A-M-A-Z-I-N-G**), and curvy body. I’m not crazy gorgeous or anything, but I definitely get noticed.
My favorite thing to do is to go to a bar, pick up a hot black guy (or get picked up), and have him fuck my brains out back in our hotel room. We do this anywhere from a few times a year to once a month, depending on how I’m feeling.
I do live in a big city, but for these nights we prefer to travel to another city within a few hours drive. I don’t want to run into anyone I know. I’ll spend the day getting ready: bubble bath, nails, hair… the works. I’ll pick out a few outfits to take with me. I like to look slutty, but classy. Too slutty and you just look like a prostitute, and that attracts the wrong guys. Classy slutty is what I like to call it. Also, either a g-string or nothing, depending on how I’m feeling.
Yes, my husband comes with me. Yes, he comes back to the room to watch. It’s part of our deal and I’m okay with it. In fact, I kind of like it.
I don’t just have sex with any random black guy. There are certain criteria that needs to be met:
**1.** He needs to tall, strong, and muscular. I’m 5’4”, and with heels… about 5’9”. So he needs to be at least 5’10”. He needs muscles, but not be a steroid induced body builder. And smooth skin. Not into hairy guys.
**2.** Definitely, definitely needs a BBC. Dealbreaker. I’ve been heartbroken a few times when I thought I had the perfect guy and then it turns out they are a little small down there. I need the excitement (and pleasure) of a BBC.
**3.** PERSONALITY! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT! Just because you are hot and have a big dick does not mean I am automatically going to fuck you. You need the right combination of strong and sweet. Aggressive but caring. Take charge but take care of my needs. I’ve been disappointed soooo many times when I finally talk to a guy and find out he’s a jerk/asshole/rude/mean. Be respectful. Be sweet. Be strong. Be confident. That turns me on like crazy.
**4.** Dress well. Don’t be wearing jogging pants and a hoodie. That’s unattractive. Sexy men dress well. Take pride in your appearance. I take pride in mine, so I want the same in return. Unbuttoning a dress shirt on a hot guy is very sexy.
The night starts around 9pm. We try to stay in a hotel somewhat close to the club we are going to so it’s not a long ride (or even walk) back to the hotel. I know 9pm is a little early to get a club, but it allows us to find a booth or a table, I can scout out the place, and see if there’s anything already there that I’m interested in.
I wear a long jacket that covers my outfit completely. You won’t know what I’m wearing underneath until the jacket comes off, and them bam…. Classy slutty outfit. If there are hot black guys around I’ll make sure to make a scene out of it. I want them to notice the hot outfit I’m wearing.
We find a booth/table in the farthest corner if we can. I don’t need everyone in the place seeing me sit with my husband, plus it gives me a pretty good view of the entire place. If there’s a second floor we almost always go up there, because I get a better view.
I have to get to work right away because I don’t have long to find what I want. I want great sex with a guy for at least 2 hours, so that means I have to find a guy by 11pm. I usually want to be asleep by 2am.
First of all, I’ll look for some rich white guys. I’m not into white guys, but they are into me. So that means they’ll buy me drinks. I don’t pay for drinks at a club in my outfit. In fact, neither does my husband. Lately, I’ll get a guy to buy me 2 drinks. Talk to him for 30 seconds after he buys them for me, take a sip, and then leave. I give both drinks to my husband so he has something to drink for 2 hours, and then off I go again to find someone to buy a drink for me.
Hunting for the right guy in the club takes work. *Eye contact is everything*. If I’ve been in the club for 2 hours, and we haven’t made eye contact once, don’t come up to me. If I’m interested in you, I’ll make eye contact with you. If a hot guy is surrounded by friends or other people, I’ll make sure to find a way to get into his field of view. Walk by a few times, maybe play with my hair, something to get him to notice me.
Also, there’s a bit of foreplay involved. I like eye flirting with a guy for a bit. He looks at me, I look at him. That way when we do talk, there’s been some sexual buildup. Also it gives me an opener like “I was hoping you would come talk to me” or something.
Depending on how I’m feeling (and depending on what time it is), I’ll see if I can get the guy to come approach me. I find that sexy. If I see him looking at me, I’ll find a way to go be alone by the bar, or standing near the dance floor, or something to give him an opportunity to come talk to me. The bar is usually too crowded so I like talking against a wall near the dance floor, where we can be semi-alone, it isn’t too noisy, and if we want to dance we don’t have to go far.
As I mentioned, **personality is very important.** So the initial conversation means a lot. I want to know that he’s got the personality I want (sweet, strong, caring, aggressive, etc.) and that usually takes at least 10-15 minutes to figure out. If things are going well, I’ll touch his arms or his chest playfully, play with my hair, maybe run my hand down my body to see if he notices. Also, eye contact, very important. I want to see the passion and fire in his eyes. If you are going to stare at my boobs, that’s not going to work. If he’s actually looking into my eyes, once there’s a break in conversation, I’ll turn my head to the side a bit and take a drink… I’ll still be able to see him out of the corner of my eyes, and that’s when I want to see him look at my boobs ?
If things are going well then… it’s dance time! (Yay!). Hopefully the dance floor is busy (if it’s not, I’ll go get the DJ to play a popular song). I like dancing with a hot guy on a busy dance floor. It gives us a chance to be alone, surrounded by people. **This is dealbreaker time**. I love to dance, and dance sexy. So we might dance the first song apart to be respectful and polite, but by the time the next song plays, my hands are on him (and hopefully his on mine!). There’s a reason for this. Because we are surrounded on the dance floor, when we are close, I can let my hands wander and check to see if he has a BBC. Or if the conversation is going well, and we are flirting hard, I might just come out and ask “Do you have a big dick?”
At that point, if he says yes, it’s go time. We will continue to dance, but I’ll explain to him what I want to happen. I’ll tell him I’m there with my husband, we have a hotel close, and that I want him to come fuck me. If he’s okay with that, we will finish the dance, I’ll take him by his hand, and then we will go find my husband. (I’ve actually had guys that were NOT okay with that, and even though I spent another 5-10 minutes trying to convince them, they still said no… THAT was disappointing. But that’s rare). We will grab my husband, and leave the club. Husband leads the way in front of us, because my hands are usually all over my new hot black lover. Touching his arms, his arm around me… love that feeling.
My husband usually doesn’t say much, he just introduces himself and that’s pretty much it. It’s actually not that awkward. Anyway, jacket on, and back to the hotel!
I’m going to stop here, there’s lots more to write in another post, but I’ll stop here for now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks for reading! ?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/krt6e6/true_stories_of_a_real_bbc_slut