The last time I held a big black cock was in high school and my memories of it were nothing but pleasurable. Weeks ago, I set out to find my new conquest. Tinder once again proved to be the perfect conduit to supply a cock to meet my needs. After weeks of teasing and messaging back and forth, I finally agreed to meet up. We met at a sports bar & grill. At first, he sat across from me in the booth. I ordered my drink and consumed half of it quickly – helping to settle my nerves. I’m not a big drinker so the effect was quite quick! I told him he was too far away and asked him to sit on the same side of the booth as me. We placed our food order, and while waiting, he began to rub the inside of my thigh, with his hand, inching closer and closer to my crotch under the table. He slid his hands down the front of my leggings and, with an entire restaurant full of people, began to eagerly finger me under the table. It took everything I had to keep a poker face and not give away our secret! As the waitress approached with our order, he removed his hands and licked his fingers. While eating his salad and baked potato, and I ate a small appetizer, he used his other hand to continue rubbing my cunt from the outside of my clothing. It’s really hard to eat when you’re close to cumming, in a public place! We wrapped that meal up pretty quickly. I excused myself to the ladies’ room to call my husband and give him the details of what had just happened. And asked his permission to go ruin this man for other women. Once I had his approval, and sent him a snap of how wet my cunt was, he begged me to go fuck my new toy.
Author: bilquisUncaged
Viva la [F]rance! Our first visit to a swingers club [MFM]
The [husband](https://reddit.com/u/throwawayjavadrinker) came into town and we decided to adventure off to a local sex-club venue for the first time. Unaware of the local liquor laws, we didn’t’ realize that hard alcohol sales ended at 9 pm! (what kind of bullshit is that?!?). Completely sober, in a BYOB environment, we anxiously entered the club. After filling out the membership forms, and finding out fishnet hose and spiked heels got me $20 off (yea for coupons! Who knew they had them at sex clubs!) the door entrance fee we were given the newbie tour. We were guided through a series of hallways and many different rooms all with their own rules (who knew sex clubs had so many rules!). One room was the big orgy room with a circle bed and a heart pillow where anything goes! Another room had a series of church-camp style bunk beds with sheer red curtains that struck me as something out of a Lifetime cautionary tale special. “Camp counselors gone 50 shades!” The next room was similar in style but had heavy black curtains. The rule there was if the curtains were closed you weren’t supposed to open them. Down the hallway was a movie theater with theater-style settings and I shudder thinking about what deposits were made in that room over the years. Then there were the private rooms with doors that shut but windows to watch and a large glassed-in fishbowl, called “The Office”, with the largest bed I’ve ever seen! I’m sure many deals haven’t happened in that space! Lastly, there’s the main club floor with cheesy, 80’s porn style horseshow white couches, scattered about the room and dance floor. With a pole, of course! Can’t have a sex club without a pole – and strippers dancing in various states of undress. And this concluded the “newbie” tour. At this point, we were left to our own devices. Sober, and unsure of our surroundings, we took our place on one of the corner white-porn couches – people watching.
[F]inally a great Tinder date!
On my third night out, I arranged to meet a 6’4″ middle-aged professional in the lounge at a movie theater. Having learned from my previous Tinder experiences, I made sure that he was open to hosting our encounter (should there be one). I texted and spoke to my husband to make sure he was ok with this. He said he was. He said “Have fun”.
I carefully washed and groomed myself, put on my makeup, and carefully chose a classy (but sexy) outfit. I wore skin tight black pants, a very low cut black and white striped sweater with a gold chain that laced up the front, and black leather wedged boots.
I[f] at first you don’t succeed, try again. Right?
On the second evening, after the disaster with “Neighbor”, husband suggests Bilquis set up a Tinder account. I set it up, not really expecting much. About 6 months ago, I set up an account in the rural area of Arkansas (where I lived) and got about 50 hits in a month time. In an area with less than 10,000 people and an area with high visibility in my community, it was absolutely impossible to meet someone whom I didn’t know by a max of two degrees of separation either my husband, children, or myself. Our lives were all intertwined in that place. It was a complete disaster and I didn’t have any higher hopes for a major metro area. OH, was I mistaken!!
Bilquis take here [F]irst bite
After years of fantasizing and role play, dirty pillow talk with my husband, I finally found myself in a situation where the opportunity was knocking on the door. And I burst **fearlessly** through it! It began with some irony. When I was a teenager, there was a boy that lived directly across from my home. Our front doors faced each other. Now, 30 years later, the new homeowner and I found myself once again fucking the neighbor! I know you don’t want to hear about the conversation that started everything or the flirting that came before, let’s just start where it counts!
Let’s call the neighbor guy, “Neighbor”. He took his shirt off, then his pants, and before me stood a perfectly manscaped, chiseled, body. Not better than my husband but just different. His cock was the same girth as my husband’s and about a head longer. I was fairly impressed! I mean, I hadn’t seen another naked man standing in front of me in over 16 years! I haven’t touched the flesh of another man in nearly the same amount of time. So, I was overcome with lust.