Wife’s Out of Town Business Trips
By Lord Byron
I am a successful business lady and one of the top sales producers in my company. While my name is Lucille, everyone calls me Lucy. My six-state territory requires me to travel most every week, away from home around three to four nights each week. I usually leave home on Tuesday and return Friday night, travelling through my territory meeting customers, developing accounts and helping my customers with their business needs.
My husband, Ken has an 8 to 5 job, with quite a bit of flexibility so he takes the responsibility of taking care of our ********, Candice who just turned 10. This arrangement works out good for us, and allows me the ability to put the necessary time into my work to bring home big commission checks.
Lately, I have been growing a large account about 3 hours away so I meet with Terrance, the owner weekly. It works out good for me, because a number of my accounts are in the same area so I can stay a couple of nights in the same hotel and cover a lot of territory. Terrance is a tall, handsome black man married to a very pretty blonde, Jeannie, no kids.
Generally, we meet in his office around 2:00 each Thursday to go over his purchases and other business needs. On a recent trip he had something come up so we decided to meet for dinner instead, to do our business and asked me to select the restaurant. I wanted to try a restaurant I recently heard about that had great crab cakes and fresh seafood, upscale with a piano playing in the background.
Since I now had the afternoon open and I really didn’t pack a dinner dress I decided to do some shopping. After searching a variety of stores, I ran across a blue cocktail dress and pair of heels that really caught my eye. A little more revealing than what I wanted but because the design was so appealing to me, I went with it. Thankfully I am a D cup so I filled out the top well. The front was a horizontally cut straight across my breasts but with a V cut in the middle about 3 inches long and deep, allowing some cleavage to show. The shoulder straps holding it up were about 3/4 inch across and the dress landed about 4 inched above the knee. My intention was not to look too sexy in front of my client, but at the same time the dress really called out to me.
For convenience, Terrance decided it best if he picked me up at my hotel to drive us to the restaurant. The ambiance, the food and the cocktails were excellent, and exceeded my expectations of what I had heard about the place. We spent the first hour taking care of business while we had some wine and dinner, which included me writing up another very large order. I was really happy his business was thriving. Once business was settled, we began talking about our personal lives, and really for the first time, getting to know about each other outside of work.
Wine with dinner loosened things up a bit and we shared some of our pasts, our families and current life events. Heading back to my hotel, time seemed to be going fast so Terrance joined me in the lounge for a drink. Talk turned to our spouses and even touched a bit on our sex lives.
“I guess you have to pick your moments with a 10-year-old around the house?” asked Terrance.
“Well, you know it. Ken and I get time after her bedtime, but quite often the day has caught up with us and one of us is usually short on energy. Of course, I am on the road most weeks which also reduces our chances.”
“Do you guys get a babysitter and have date nights?”
“Yes, we try and do that about once a week, but of course that gives us alone time for dinner and dancing, but the bedroom is still at home with Candice not too far away. How about you and Jeannie?”
“I am blessed to have a wonderful wife who always seems to put my interests first. We are very active sexually. When I come home, I don’t always know what to expect. I never know what she has in store for me.”
As the band struck up their next song, Terrance looked at me and said. “This is one of my favorite songs, would you care to dance?”
Without hesitation, we join the dance floor with four other couples. Terrance has some great moves and is quite a dancer. I only hope that I am holding my own. The song ends and immediately moves into a slow dance. As if it were natural, we move together arm in arm and move to the slow sensual rhythm. I fill my nose with his smell as he guides me effortlessly to the beat. His strength is ever apparent as I sense a growing connection between us. I am a very loyal wife, and have never broken my marriage vows.
I must admit though for the first time, I find my stomach filled with butterflies of sexual excitement. A first for me, and a total unconscious feeling that I am not sure where it’s coming from. My husband and I had not had sex since last Friday night so his presence was taking a toll on my libido. After this dance, we return to our table, less talk but plenty of smiles and looks at each other. As we finish our drink, Terrance speaks.
“Lucy, it has been a great night. I want to thank you for your support helping my growing business. I’ve enjoyed our business dinner and given my full daytime schedule; would you mind if we met like this to take care of business going forward?”
“Sure, I think that’s a great idea. It will allow me to get in a few more sales calls during the day as well. I will choose a restaurant for us for next Thursday night and let you know.”
We hugged and Terrance strolled out. I talked to the bartender, Lou and had him charge my room for the drinks. For the first time, I also took notice of his black skin, his strength and the confidence he displayed in himself. We chatted for about 15 minutes or so as is customary with bartenders, me telling him about my night, as if I was required to do so.
Getting to my room I removed my clothes and washed my face. Getting under the covers, I couldn’t help but think of Terrance and our night together. I was also intrigued as to why Lou, the black bartender had a tug on my mind as well.
Just minutes under the covers, I was feeling really horny as my thoughts swirled around these two black men. My fingers went to my clit and found it wet with anticipation. Before I really knew what was happening, I masturbated my way through four orgasms as thoughts of strong black men were filling my insides and taking me deep. What has come over me. My dreams that night were filled with eroticism, and I found myself fingered myself once more during the night. As I awoke in the morning, my need for black cock was still swirling in my head and in my womb. I immediately fingered myself to three more orgasms. It was as if I couldn’t do anything else until I felt sexually satisfied. I felt alive, and confused at the same time.
What was I thinking, and why the sudden interest in black men? Being around them, the confidence they exhumed, the strength in their manner was subconsciously filling my thoughts.
The following week, I checked in around 5:00 Wednesday afternoon after completed a day of sales calls. After settling in to my room, I decided to head to the lounge bar for a glass of wine. My night was free and as I was considering what to do for the evening Lou came over, looked me directly in the eye and asked,
“How is your week going?”
“Not bad actually. I closed another account today so I deserve a little celebration for my work. How about you Lou?”
” Same ol, sale ol. How do you plan to celebrate, what are your plans for tonight?”
“Well, I want to grab a bite to eat and it would be nice to find a place playing some music. Any suggestions?”
“Why don’t you try Rupert’s after dinner? It’s upscale, good music and dancing and has a good mix of clientele. It’s on Martin Luther King Blvd, a few miles west of town. I have a feeling it will appeal to you”
After a light dinner I decided to take Lou’s advice and check out Rupert’s. Pulling in, I noticed two tall black doormen, dressed in tuxedo’s and was impressed with my first impression of the place. I grabbed a seat near one end of the bar, which gave me a view of the band and dance floor. As I looked around, I was intrigued with the amount of handsome black men mingling with white couples. My pussy was reminded of my thoughts of a week ago and immediately became wet. Again, I had no idea what was coming over me but whatever it is, I didn’t want it to stop. Seeing these confident black men was once again driving me to a place I had never been, my nipples became hard.
It wasn’t long before I was approached by a handsome black man.
“First time at Rupert’s, I don’t remember seeing you here before?”
“It is actually. It was suggested to me by the bartender at the Hyatt.”
“Oh, you must be referring to Lou, a friend of mine.”
“Yes, that’s right, Lou told me of the place.”
“Well, welcome. My name is Clarence. May I buy you a drink?”
“Why, of course. That would be very nice of you. My name is Lucy.”
As we talked, my mind couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his confidence and strong personality. He commanded much of my thoughts, without being the least bit pushy or demanding. It was so strange for me to feel such a connection, with someone I just met. In sales, my confidence has gotten me far but now. Talking to Clarence I feel almost subservient to this man, as if I needed his strength. But why it was happening I couldn’t explain, as these type feelings are all new to me.
The next thing I knew he had me out on the dance floor with him. The songs were the type that required the dancing to me more intimate, more touching and being close to one another. The way he held me and touched me was something I had never experienced before. In fact, I had never been out dancing without my husband before. While I had no plans of infidelity this was very different for me to be out like this, never mind dancing with a man I just met. My mind raced with what I was doing, but with a magnetic pull that told me it was alright and was something I wanted, and needed.
Returning to our seats, I couldn’t help but notice a table at the far end of the room. It looked like Terrance, with a blonde and a red head. Sipping my drink, I took a better look and sure enough, it was him. As I watched, I noticed how affectionate the red head was with him. I know his wife is blonde, so I assumed that the blonde at the table was her. I just got a sense however that the red head was getting most of the attention. At that point, Terrance and red headed to the dance floor together confirming what I thought I was seeing.
As Clarence and I were talking and getting to know each other better his large strong hand was enjoying the feel of my leg. Never in a million years would I ever let someone touch me this way other than my husband, but now it was as if he was controlling me and I was unable to resist. In fact, I enjoyed his attention, the contrast of his black skin on my tanned legs and his command over me made me wet with desire. While part of me wanted him, part of me was reminding me of my marriage and commitment to my husband.
After a few more dances, I noticed Terrance leave with the two women he was with, the red head hand in hand and the blonde following them out like a puppy dog.
Clarence looked me in the eye deeply and put his full lips on mine. His tongue slipping into my mouth and feeling powerless I responded with my best French kiss. It was mesmerizing and made my legs weaken. I was becoming overwhelmed with his smell and my desire for him was attempting to take over. As we returned to our seat, the reality of what I was doing came over me and I snapped back to some level of reality understanding that what I was thinking and doing was counter to my marriage vows. With my last bit of being a loyal wife, I knew I had to leave, and leave now.
I thanked him for a great evening, and told him I had an early day ahead of me and that I really had to go.
“I must go, but hope to see you here again soon. It’s been a night I will never forget.”
Before his trance on me was to take me over completely, I darted out and quickly drove to my hotel.
I once again climbed into bed with my fingers clawing at my clit. This time, unconsciously I had packed my vibrator so I pulled it out of my bag and went to work. It has an intense vibration and is about 8 inches long and 4 inches thick. Bigger than my husband for sure. Clarence was on my mind as I drove my vibrator as deep as I could into my cunt. I must have had at least 7 orgasms over the course of an hour. As one finished up, my desires immediately returned and begged for another one.
My mind switched back and forth between Clarence, our dancing and connection and my interest in seeing Terrance there with two women. My imagination pulled in many directions, all sexual causing me to cum and cum again. I have never been like this before, ever. But each orgasm was intense and every one was so amazing. I felt so alive, and couldn’t explain it and at the same time needing more. Finally, I fell asleep exhausted.
I attended back to back sales calls throughout the day Thursday but planned a little extra time at the end of the day to prepare for my business dinner with Terrance. Again, he picked me up at my hotel and off we went. Italian style tonight, with some great wine. Dinner started with our business items, then once behind us we once again explored each other’s personal lives.
I didn’t quite know how to bring up the fact that I saw him last night at Rupert’s but I was very intrigued. I played last night over and over in my head and realized that there were a lot of white couples, and single white women sitting with a handsome black man. A bit unusual from the clubs Ken and I attend.
It was about that time, when Terrance asked the question.
“So, what did you think about Rupert’s? It was you I saw last night wasn’t it?
“Yes, I was there. I found it very interesting, and met a really nice gentleman named Clarence. We had a few drinks and danced a bit. Was that your wife and a friend with you?
“Yes, my wife Jeannie is the blonde and the red head is a close friend of ours. Maybe we can go there next week when you are in town? Would you like that?”
“Why yes I would. It would be great to meet your lovely wife.”
“Say, here is a picture of her.”
“She is very attractive.”
By the way, I’m sure you know; it isn’t just your normal club. When we go there, it’s a night we let loose and have fun.”
“Sounds good to me. I look forward to it, and meeting Jeannie.”
After dinner we once again ended up at the lounge at my hotel for a nightcap. This time, I felt a bit frisky and when one of my favorite songs began to play, I asked Terrance to dance. As I attempted my best moves, I couldn’t help but take in his dark looks, his deep sense of manhood pouring out at me. I began imagining him naked with me rubbing his chest with my wedding band hand. I wanted to lick and suck his hard-defined chest and nipples so bad. What the hell was coming over me anyway. I have never had these feelings before. My pussy was wet with excitement.
Terrance put his arms around me, probably knowing just what I was thinking. He looked deep into my wanting eyes and gave me a kiss. I didn’t resist. Pulling back he said,
“I’ve had a wonderful evening once again but I need to get going. I am anxious to tell Jeannie about our “date” next Thursday night. I am sure she is going to be very pleased. I’ll have her contact you to finalize the arrangements”
“I…I…understand. I was just…well, never mind. I need to be getting to bed myself. I have a full day tomorrow including my drive home.”
He quickly exited and once again I found myself looking into Lou, the bartender’s eyes explaining how my visit to Rupert’s was last night. He listened intently.
“Yes, I know Clarence. He is a good friend of mine. And he is very well endowed…I mean very talented.”
I heard what he just said and smiled a little as I took the thought of his big cock into my subconscious. I didn’t respond and just looked away trying to divert my thoughts.
“Yes, he is a very good dancer.” My thoughts returning to our temporary closeness on the dance floor.
Thinking of what Lou just said about Clarence, my mind became focused on my inner black desires and I couldn’t help but glance at Lou’s crotch, noticing a nice bulging package. If only he was off work, I thought.
“I guess I owe you one Lou, for introducing me to Rupert’s.”
“I like the way you think Lucy, we will definitely have to figure something out.”
With that flirtation and an immediate stronger connection between us I was intrigued, again why and I not even acting like myself. What is it when I am around a black man that my sexual needs seem to overtake me? My desire for a black man was getting the best of me. I assume these feelings were growing due to my life on the road week after week as a sales lady away from Ken. If he were here with me, I am sure my thoughts of sex with a black man would not even enter my thoughts. I had to leave the bar, before I say or do something I may regret.
“Well, I am ready for bed. Lou, thanks for the tip about Rupert’s. I will see you next week.”
Climbing in bed, I purposely brought my vibrator with me this time. I worked it into my slick pussy as I thought of Terrance, Clarence and Lou fucking me with their big black cocks. I came 12 times over an hour. That’s a first for sure. I felt in some way like I was possessed by the thought of strong black men. I can’t explain it, more like a hypnotic trance of desires running through my veins. I really didn’t mind it, as it made me feel alive and full of excitement. I’ve never felt so horny and desired before this and for the first time my mind was made up, I like it and need it.
For some reason, my weekend back home with my husband felt a bit strange. I can’t exactly explain it, but my mind bounced between a number of different feelings including, guilt, lust for black cock, wanting to cuddle with Ken and anticipation for next week. It seemed to drag by, and even though Ken and I fucked every night it just wasn’t enough to satisfy me. When he and Candice went to run some errands on Saturday, I couldn’t help myself so in order to try and satisfy my sex drive, I dug in with my vibrator cumming over and over for at least an hour, finishing up just as they pulled into the garage.
Wednesday late afternoon I pulled into my hotel to check in. As I was freshening up in my room my mind was stirring with lucid thoughts on what I should do for the evening. One side of my brain was telling me to grab dinner and come back to my room and behave myself. The other side was strongly suggesting to me that I dress sexy and head to Rupert’s after getting a bite to eat. Ultimately, I made myself a compromise, I decided to dress sexy and head out for dinner but to delay my decision on what I do after until I finish my dinner, to see how I felt then. A cop out, but progress none the less.
Seeing my favorite Pinot Noir on the wine list, I couldn’t resist. Dinner was nice, and the wine was having its effect on me. It didn’t help that a nearby table of two black men having a business dinner was constantly in my line of sight. As each glass of wine loosened up my thoughts, and the more I admired these strong black men nearby, my libido began racing through my veins. My nipples were hard as pencil erasers and my pussy was as moist as a sponge.
Finishing my wine, I decided to go to Rupert’s. Not long after getting a seat, this time at a small table in a dim lit corner of the room did I see Clarence. Seeing him made me feel more at ease, being in a place where at least I knew someone. He was chatting up a sexy brunette when he caught me looking in his direction. Within just a few minutes, he approached my table. His tall string physique within a foot of me, the bulge in his pants at my eye level. I stared at it for a few seconds before looking up and into his dark eyes. He just smiled and said,
“Hello Lucy, I was hoping to see you tonight. OK if I join you for a drink?”
“Well hello Clarence, why yes I would enjoy your company. Please have a seat.”
My thoughts went immediately to how I thought about him while playing with my vibrator. I had done so, every night this week after a day of selling. Before sitting down, he leaned over and gave me a kiss, and sensing no resistance, then followed with another one, a deep one this time.
“Now that’s a greeting. I guess you must have missed me?” I smiled at him while placing my wedding band hand on his strong thick thigh.
I don’t know why I said that or was touching him, it was a totally unconscious act as I knowingly wasn’t trying to flirt. Surely not, I’m a married woman. But being close to this handsome black man was making me do things I would never do. I found that I just couldn’t help myself and I was wanting him in the worst way. Between my imagining black men ravishing me as I worked my clit to orgasm after orgasm and my recent out of control libido that couldn’t get enough, I felt as if my body was being controlled by the mind of a BBC slut. Yet I had never actually enjoyed a big black cock, except in my dreams.
“I missed you just as much as you missed me.” He said as he looked from my eyes to my healthy cleavage, impossible to miss as I leaned slightly toward him.
We had drinks and talked as if we had known each other for years. Clarence had a hypnotic effect on me and my desires to be with him. We took to the dance floor and did plenty of touching and feeling. After a slow dance Clarence kissed me once again deeply. With his arms around me he looked directly in my eyes and said,
“There are some private rooms in the back, Lucy, it’s time we went to one. And I won’t take no for an answer. Come with me.”
I grabbed his hand, my wedding band sparkling in the light, and without saying a word I followed him down a hallway with a number of closed-door rooms on each side. My pussy was tingling and my nipples were rock hard. As we walked, I could hear women moaning with lust, one even said, “Fuck me with that amazing huge black cock of yours!”
Opening a door, we walked into a bedroom. Clarence held me tight and kissed me on my lips. From there, he began nibbling on my neck. I was his and my hand went right to his growing cock, just like I had imagined it in my lust filled dreams. We quickly removed our clothes and he laid me on the bed moving his mouth to my pussy. His tongue was magical as he licked my throbbing clit. I was now his to do what he wanted. I was finally going to experience my first big black cock!
His black velvety cock was much larger than my husband Kens. I was drawn to it and started sucking it like a popsicle. It tasted so good as I tasted his pre-cum. I licked his balls and sucked him as if that was what I was put on this earth to do. I licked his large balls knowing they were full of cum.
“I need that hard-black cock inside me. Fuck me like you own me…Now!”
He then rolled on top of me and pushed his manhood into my wet cunt. It felt amazing as he penetrated me, each stroke went in a little deeper until he bottomed out deep inside me. I came like I’ve never done before. My orgasm was off the charts as he pumped me with his tool. Grabbing his ass checks with both hands I pulled him into me over and over taking him deep with each stroke. It felt amazing and I never wanted it to end. The feeling was more than I had imagined.
I was now in a state of lust and his cock had me screaming out to “Fuck me with that big black cock, give it to me baby” for others to hear. I came and came until I lost count of how many I had. My legs were shaking with tremors as I came all over him nearly passing out. He was an amazing lover, giving me more than I had ever had before.
Clarence started moaning and I felt his cock enlarge even more as he filled my cunt with his cum. It was warm and caused me to spread my legs as wide as I could wanting it all. Slowing his pace, Clarence kissed me and rolled off. We laid on the bed together catching our breath. The only thing on my mind was black cocks and orgasms. I was truly in a state of ecstasy.
After regaining our senses, we slowly dressed and left Rupert’s. It was one of the best nights of my life. The best part was I didn’t even feel guilty about it. The amazing feeling was more powerful than what it might mean to my husband and our marriage. It was at that point, that I realized that Ken’s little white cock would never be enough.
Getting back to my hotel room, I checked my text messages and found a number of them from Ken, checking on me. I usually check in with him during the night but tonight, well, I was too occupied to care. I decided to text him back saying “Sorry babe, I had a long day and fell asleep early. Just got your messages.”
I didn’t have a particularly full schedule on Thursday, and I spent most of my time thinking of Clarence and how he made me feel. I also anticipated my night with Terrance and Jeannie. Every black man I saw throughout the day gave me the tingles and I couldn’t help but check out their bulge. I know some of them saw me looking, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was like black men were magnets and I was metal.
I had some time on my hands during the afternoon, so I decided to go shopping for a sexy outfit to wear that night. Although I brought some nice things to wear, for some reason I felt as though I needed to really look good at Rupert’s for Terrance. I chose a cowl neck white dress, providing plenty of imagination when I bent forward. Well above the knee with high heels accenting my ass and legs.
Interestingly enough, I received a text from Jeannie,
“Why don’t you Uber to Rupert’s. We will meet me there and be sure to get you back to your hotel at the end of the night.”
“That sounds like a good plan, see you tonight.”
Then Jeannie responded, “By the way, I can’t wait to see what you’ve decided to wear tonight. I hope you are as excited about tonight as I am. I am hoping to give Terrance a special evening. Kisses”
I thought it a little odd, given I had never even met Jeannie before and my relationship with Terrance has been completely business. I read the text over and over and each time, my mind went right to what his black cock must look like as it slides in and out of her white pussy. I even felt a little jealous, thinking about how amazing she must feel getting fucked by him anytime she wanted.
After finishing my room service meal, I was ready to go. I decided to visit the lounge to have a stiff drink and check in with Lou. As I approached the bar, he smiled and came over to me.
“So, what can I get you Lucy?”
I ordered Vodka and tonic with a lime.
“And did you enjoy Rupert’s last night?”
“I had a night to remember, that’s for sure. I’m actually headed there again tonight to meet friends.”
“Well, I am happy to see that Rupert’s meets with your approval. With what you are wearing, you shouldn’t have any trouble having fun. You look amazing.”
I blushed a little, as his words sunk in. My eyes immediately looked at his crotch as I thought about how Lou would be in bed. I was unable to resist a black man’s magnetism and my mind was no longer even trying to resist it. If I wasn’t already committed tonight, I would open my legs to him. I decided right then, that I would feel his cock inside me in the near future. What a black cock slut I was quickly becoming…
Arriving at Rupert’s, Jeannie was waiting for me at the door. She quickly gave me a big hug.
“Hi honey, and don’t you look just amazing for Terrance tonight.” Come join us, he is waiting for you at the table.
I noticed him watching me as I approached the table, he must have approved as his look was confident and appreciative. He stood and gave me a strong and tight hug, not letting go he looked deep into my eyes and kissed me softly. There I go again, my lust for black men was in full gear once again. At that point, after enjoying the taste of his kiss on my lips, I didn’t even think of Terrance as a business person.
Jeannie pointed to the chair next to her husband so I sat down.
“Lucy, what would you like to drink, I will get it for you.”
“Vodka tonic with a lime please.” And off to the bar she went, like a dutiful wife pleasing her black husband.
Terrance put his strong big black hand on my leg, pushed his fingers inside the hem of my dress and looked me in the eye.
“You look so amazing tonight. I really like your sexy outfit. I hope you’ve looked forward to tonight as much as I have.”
Although our relationship has been business, I got a sense just what he meant and my stomach turned with butterflies anticipating what just might lay ahead.
“I think you look so handsome, Terrance. Jeannie too.”
I quickly checked my phone and saw Ken had texted me for the second time tonight. I wasn’t interested in dealing with him so I put the phone back in my purse.
Jeannie returned with our drinks and we started some small chat. She wanted to know all about me, so I gave her the run down. I told her about my kids, my work and where we lived. She asked me questions about my husband and after finding out about his work and hobbies, wanted to know all about our sex life. I felt comfortable with them, and told them what they wanted to know.
“Our sex life is OK, I guess. Nothing special really. I am on the road during the week so we try and get some time alone when we can.”
I wanted to tell them how I have recently been fantasizing about sex with strong black men, and my experience with Clarence but I wasn’t that comfortable. I glanced over at Terrance and wondered how big his cock is and how great it would feel to have it deep inside me. Just talking about sex and being next to a black man was really turning me on.
After a second drink and more talk, Terrance excused himself and went to the men’s room. While gone, Jeannie scooted her chair a little closer to me and put her hand on mine.
“Lucy, I need to talk to you about what I have planned for you and Terrance tonight, that is, if you are up for it. Do you know what a Cuckhold is?”
“Well, not exactly. It has something to do with a husband enjoying his wife having sex with another man, right?”
“Actually, that’s close enough. Well, Terrance and I have a cuckhold relationship, but in our case, while normally it is the husband in the relationship, in our case it is me who is the cuckhold. I enjoy Terrance having his way with other women so I often arrange sex with other women for his pleasure.”
“Tonight, because he has talked so much about you, I am hoping that you would want to be with my husband. I will not mind; in fact I will thoroughly enjoy it.”
Jeannie looked at me while squeezing my hand waiting for a reaction. At first, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My thoughts went to how sincere and beautiful she must be taking care of Terrance in such an intimate way. I then thought about Ken and my connection with him. My thoughts then went to spreading my legs for Terrance and how sexy he is and how wonderful having him get me off would be.
My overpowering desire for black men was taking over, thoughts of all these considerations were no match for the magnetism of having a strong black man satisfying my sexual desires. I remembered how I masturbated myself over and over the last couple of months as I imagined myself being satisfied by a strong black man and how good it felt when Clarence took me to orgasms, I had never felt anything like it before.
“Jeannie, you are an amazing wife to ask me to give myself to your husband. I am grateful that you thought of me. I am more than ready to give myself to him.”
Almost as if on que, Terrance returned to our table. The band was playing and he asked me to dance. By the second dance, we became very into each other. I was hypnotized with his smell, his strength and his power over me. As the second dance was nearing the end, I looked up at Terrance with a want only a woman in heat can express.
“Let’s leave this place and go somewhere to fuck.”
As if he has heard this many times, he said “I was hoping you would say that.”
The three of us got into their BMW and headed for my hotel. Jeannie drove with Terrance and I together in the back seat. We kissed deeply as he caressed my breasts. My hand found his manhood and squeezed his hardening cock with anticipation of what was soon to come.
My thoughts were entirely on having his big dick fill me up. And about how special their relationship must be, Jeannie wanting him to enjoy sex with other women. Was I starting a separate life on the road, to the one I had back home? Could I even control my desires when I was home? Where exactly is all this leading. In a few brief moments as Terrace sucked my tits, I could imagine this going in a number of ways. The future excited me, and tonight was going to be but another chapter of many to cum.
By Lord Byron
I am a successful business lady and one of the top sales producers in my company. While my name is Lucille, everyone calls me Lucy. My six-state territory requires me to travel most every week, away from home around three to four nights each week. I usually leave home on Tuesday and return Friday night, travelling through my territory meeting customers, developing accounts and helping my customers with their business needs.
My husband, Ken has an 8 to 5 job, with quite a bit of flexibility so he takes the responsibility of taking care of our ********, Candice who just turned 10. This arrangement works out good for us, and allows me the ability to put the necessary time into my work to bring home big commission checks.
Lately, I have been growing a large account about 3 hours away so I meet with Terrance, the owner weekly. It works out good for me, because a number of my accounts are in the same area so I can stay a couple of nights in the same hotel and cover a lot of territory. Terrance is a tall, handsome black man married to a very pretty blonde, Jeannie, no kids.
Generally, we meet in his office around 2:00 each Thursday to go over his purchases and other business needs. On a recent trip he had something come up so we decided to meet for dinner instead, to do our business and asked me to select the restaurant. I wanted to try a restaurant I recently heard about that had great crab cakes and fresh seafood, upscale with a piano playing in the background.
Since I now had the afternoon open and I really didn’t pack a dinner dress I decided to do some shopping. After searching a variety of stores, I ran across a blue cocktail dress and pair of heels that really caught my eye. A little more revealing than what I wanted but because the design was so appealing to me, I went with it. Thankfully I am a D cup so I filled out the top well. The front was a horizontally cut straight across my breasts but with a V cut in the middle about 3 inches long and deep, allowing some cleavage to show. The shoulder straps holding it up were about 3/4 inch across and the dress landed about 4 inched above the knee. My intention was not to look too sexy in front of my client, but at the same time the dress really called out to me.
For convenience, Terrance decided it best if he picked me up at my hotel to drive us to the restaurant. The ambiance, the food and the cocktails were excellent, and exceeded my expectations of what I had heard about the place. We spent the first hour taking care of business while we had some wine and dinner, which included me writing up another very large order. I was really happy his business was thriving. Once business was settled, we began talking about our personal lives, and really for the first time, getting to know about each other outside of work.
Wine with dinner loosened things up a bit and we shared some of our pasts, our families and current life events. Heading back to my hotel, time seemed to be going fast so Terrance joined me in the lounge for a drink. Talk turned to our spouses and even touched a bit on our sex lives.
“I guess you have to pick your moments with a 10-year-old around the house?” asked Terrance.
“Well, you know it. Ken and I get time after her bedtime, but quite often the day has caught up with us and one of us is usually short on energy. Of course, I am on the road most weeks which also reduces our chances.”
“Do you guys get a babysitter and have date nights?”
“Yes, we try and do that about once a week, but of course that gives us alone time for dinner and dancing, but the bedroom is still at home with Candice not too far away. How about you and Jeannie?”
“I am blessed to have a wonderful wife who always seems to put my interests first. We are very active sexually. When I come home, I don’t always know what to expect. I never know what she has in store for me.”
As the band struck up their next song, Terrance looked at me and said. “This is one of my favorite songs, would you care to dance?”
Without hesitation, we join the dance floor with four other couples. Terrance has some great moves and is quite a dancer. I only hope that I am holding my own. The song ends and immediately moves into a slow dance. As if it were natural, we move together arm in arm and move to the slow sensual rhythm. I fill my nose with his smell as he guides me effortlessly to the beat. His strength is ever apparent as I sense a growing connection between us. I am a very loyal wife, and have never broken my marriage vows.
I must admit though for the first time, I find my stomach filled with butterflies of sexual excitement. A first for me, and a total unconscious feeling that I am not sure where it’s coming from. My husband and I had not had sex since last Friday night so his presence was taking a toll on my libido. After this dance, we return to our table, less talk but plenty of smiles and looks at each other. As we finish our drink, Terrance speaks.
“Lucy, it has been a great night. I want to thank you for your support helping my growing business. I’ve enjoyed our business dinner and given my full daytime schedule; would you mind if we met like this to take care of business going forward?”
“Sure, I think that’s a great idea. It will allow me to get in a few more sales calls during the day as well. I will choose a restaurant for us for next Thursday night and let you know.”
We hugged and Terrance strolled out. I talked to the bartender, Lou and had him charge my room for the drinks. For the first time, I also took notice of his black skin, his strength and the confidence he displayed in himself. We chatted for about 15 minutes or so as is customary with bartenders, me telling him about my night, as if I was required to do so.
Getting to my room I removed my clothes and washed my face. Getting under the covers, I couldn’t help but think of Terrance and our night together. I was also intrigued as to why Lou, the black bartender had a tug on my mind as well.
Just minutes under the covers, I was feeling really horny as my thoughts swirled around these two black men. My fingers went to my clit and found it wet with anticipation. Before I really knew what was happening, I masturbated my way through four orgasms as thoughts of strong black men were filling my insides and taking me deep. What has come over me. My dreams that night were filled with eroticism, and I found myself fingered myself once more during the night. As I awoke in the morning, my need for black cock was still swirling in my head and in my womb. I immediately fingered myself to three more orgasms. It was as if I couldn’t do anything else until I felt sexually satisfied. I felt alive, and confused at the same time.
What was I thinking, and why the sudden interest in black men? Being around them, the confidence they exhumed, the strength in their manner was subconsciously filling my thoughts.
The following week, I checked in around 5:00 Wednesday afternoon after completed a day of sales calls. After settling in to my room, I decided to head to the lounge bar for a glass of wine. My night was free and as I was considering what to do for the evening Lou came over, looked me directly in the eye and asked,
“How is your week going?”
“Not bad actually. I closed another account today so I deserve a little celebration for my work. How about you Lou?”
” Same ol, sale ol. How do you plan to celebrate, what are your plans for tonight?”
“Well, I want to grab a bite to eat and it would be nice to find a place playing some music. Any suggestions?”
“Why don’t you try Rupert’s after dinner? It’s upscale, good music and dancing and has a good mix of clientele. It’s on Martin Luther King Blvd, a few miles west of town. I have a feeling it will appeal to you”
After a light dinner I decided to take Lou’s advice and check out Rupert’s. Pulling in, I noticed two tall black doormen, dressed in tuxedo’s and was impressed with my first impression of the place. I grabbed a seat near one end of the bar, which gave me a view of the band and dance floor. As I looked around, I was intrigued with the amount of handsome black men mingling with white couples. My pussy was reminded of my thoughts of a week ago and immediately became wet. Again, I had no idea what was coming over me but whatever it is, I didn’t want it to stop. Seeing these confident black men was once again driving me to a place I had never been, my nipples became hard.
It wasn’t long before I was approached by a handsome black man.
“First time at Rupert’s, I don’t remember seeing you here before?”
“It is actually. It was suggested to me by the bartender at the Hyatt.”
“Oh, you must be referring to Lou, a friend of mine.”
“Yes, that’s right, Lou told me of the place.”
“Well, welcome. My name is Clarence. May I buy you a drink?”
“Why, of course. That would be very nice of you. My name is Lucy.”
As we talked, my mind couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his confidence and strong personality. He commanded much of my thoughts, without being the least bit pushy or demanding. It was so strange for me to feel such a connection, with someone I just met. In sales, my confidence has gotten me far but now. Talking to Clarence I feel almost subservient to this man, as if I needed his strength. But why it was happening I couldn’t explain, as these type feelings are all new to me.
The next thing I knew he had me out on the dance floor with him. The songs were the type that required the dancing to me more intimate, more touching and being close to one another. The way he held me and touched me was something I had never experienced before. In fact, I had never been out dancing without my husband before. While I had no plans of infidelity this was very different for me to be out like this, never mind dancing with a man I just met. My mind raced with what I was doing, but with a magnetic pull that told me it was alright and was something I wanted, and needed.
Returning to our seats, I couldn’t help but notice a table at the far end of the room. It looked like Terrance, with a blonde and a red head. Sipping my drink, I took a better look and sure enough, it was him. As I watched, I noticed how affectionate the red head was with him. I know his wife is blonde, so I assumed that the blonde at the table was her. I just got a sense however that the red head was getting most of the attention. At that point, Terrance and red headed to the dance floor together confirming what I thought I was seeing.
As Clarence and I were talking and getting to know each other better his large strong hand was enjoying the feel of my leg. Never in a million years would I ever let someone touch me this way other than my husband, but now it was as if he was controlling me and I was unable to resist. In fact, I enjoyed his attention, the contrast of his black skin on my tanned legs and his command over me made me wet with desire. While part of me wanted him, part of me was reminding me of my marriage and commitment to my husband.
After a few more dances, I noticed Terrance leave with the two women he was with, the red head hand in hand and the blonde following them out like a puppy dog.
Clarence looked me in the eye deeply and put his full lips on mine. His tongue slipping into my mouth and feeling powerless I responded with my best French kiss. It was mesmerizing and made my legs weaken. I was becoming overwhelmed with his smell and my desire for him was attempting to take over. As we returned to our seat, the reality of what I was doing came over me and I snapped back to some level of reality understanding that what I was thinking and doing was counter to my marriage vows. With my last bit of being a loyal wife, I knew I had to leave, and leave now.
I thanked him for a great evening, and told him I had an early day ahead of me and that I really had to go.
“I must go, but hope to see you here again soon. It’s been a night I will never forget.”
Before his trance on me was to take me over completely, I darted out and quickly drove to my hotel.
I once again climbed into bed with my fingers clawing at my clit. This time, unconsciously I had packed my vibrator so I pulled it out of my bag and went to work. It has an intense vibration and is about 8 inches long and 4 inches thick. Bigger than my husband for sure. Clarence was on my mind as I drove my vibrator as deep as I could into my cunt. I must have had at least 7 orgasms over the course of an hour. As one finished up, my desires immediately returned and begged for another one.
My mind switched back and forth between Clarence, our dancing and connection and my interest in seeing Terrance there with two women. My imagination pulled in many directions, all sexual causing me to cum and cum again. I have never been like this before, ever. But each orgasm was intense and every one was so amazing. I felt so alive, and couldn’t explain it and at the same time needing more. Finally, I fell asleep exhausted.
I attended back to back sales calls throughout the day Thursday but planned a little extra time at the end of the day to prepare for my business dinner with Terrance. Again, he picked me up at my hotel and off we went. Italian style tonight, with some great wine. Dinner started with our business items, then once behind us we once again explored each other’s personal lives.
I didn’t quite know how to bring up the fact that I saw him last night at Rupert’s but I was very intrigued. I played last night over and over in my head and realized that there were a lot of white couples, and single white women sitting with a handsome black man. A bit unusual from the clubs Ken and I attend.
It was about that time, when Terrance asked the question.
“So, what did you think about Rupert’s? It was you I saw last night wasn’t it?
“Yes, I was there. I found it very interesting, and met a really nice gentleman named Clarence. We had a few drinks and danced a bit. Was that your wife and a friend with you?
“Yes, my wife Jeannie is the blonde and the red head is a close friend of ours. Maybe we can go there next week when you are in town? Would you like that?”
“Why yes I would. It would be great to meet your lovely wife.”
“Say, here is a picture of her.”
“She is very attractive.”
By the way, I’m sure you know; it isn’t just your normal club. When we go there, it’s a night we let loose and have fun.”
“Sounds good to me. I look forward to it, and meeting Jeannie.”
After dinner we once again ended up at the lounge at my hotel for a nightcap. This time, I felt a bit frisky and when one of my favorite songs began to play, I asked Terrance to dance. As I attempted my best moves, I couldn’t help but take in his dark looks, his deep sense of manhood pouring out at me. I began imagining him naked with me rubbing his chest with my wedding band hand. I wanted to lick and suck his hard-defined chest and nipples so bad. What the hell was coming over me anyway. I have never had these feelings before. My pussy was wet with excitement.
Terrance put his arms around me, probably knowing just what I was thinking. He looked deep into my wanting eyes and gave me a kiss. I didn’t resist. Pulling back he said,
“I’ve had a wonderful evening once again but I need to get going. I am anxious to tell Jeannie about our “date” next Thursday night. I am sure she is going to be very pleased. I’ll have her contact you to finalize the arrangements”
“I…I…understand. I was just…well, never mind. I need to be getting to bed myself. I have a full day tomorrow including my drive home.”
He quickly exited and once again I found myself looking into Lou, the bartender’s eyes explaining how my visit to Rupert’s was last night. He listened intently.
“Yes, I know Clarence. He is a good friend of mine. And he is very well endowed…I mean very talented.”
I heard what he just said and smiled a little as I took the thought of his big cock into my subconscious. I didn’t respond and just looked away trying to divert my thoughts.
“Yes, he is a very good dancer.” My thoughts returning to our temporary closeness on the dance floor.
Thinking of what Lou just said about Clarence, my mind became focused on my inner black desires and I couldn’t help but glance at Lou’s crotch, noticing a nice bulging package. If only he was off work, I thought.
“I guess I owe you one Lou, for introducing me to Rupert’s.”
“I like the way you think Lucy, we will definitely have to figure something out.”
With that flirtation and an immediate stronger connection between us I was intrigued, again why and I not even acting like myself. What is it when I am around a black man that my sexual needs seem to overtake me? My desire for a black man was getting the best of me. I assume these feelings were growing due to my life on the road week after week as a sales lady away from Ken. If he were here with me, I am sure my thoughts of sex with a black man would not even enter my thoughts. I had to leave the bar, before I say or do something I may regret.
“Well, I am ready for bed. Lou, thanks for the tip about Rupert’s. I will see you next week.”
Climbing in bed, I purposely brought my vibrator with me this time. I worked it into my slick pussy as I thought of Terrance, Clarence and Lou fucking me with their big black cocks. I came 12 times over an hour. That’s a first for sure. I felt in some way like I was possessed by the thought of strong black men. I can’t explain it, more like a hypnotic trance of desires running through my veins. I really didn’t mind it, as it made me feel alive and full of excitement. I’ve never felt so horny and desired before this and for the first time my mind was made up, I like it and need it.
For some reason, my weekend back home with my husband felt a bit strange. I can’t exactly explain it, but my mind bounced between a number of different feelings including, guilt, lust for black cock, wanting to cuddle with Ken and anticipation for next week. It seemed to drag by, and even though Ken and I fucked every night it just wasn’t enough to satisfy me. When he and Candice went to run some errands on Saturday, I couldn’t help myself so in order to try and satisfy my sex drive, I dug in with my vibrator cumming over and over for at least an hour, finishing up just as they pulled into the garage.
Wednesday late afternoon I pulled into my hotel to check in. As I was freshening up in my room my mind was stirring with lucid thoughts on what I should do for the evening. One side of my brain was telling me to grab dinner and come back to my room and behave myself. The other side was strongly suggesting to me that I dress sexy and head to Rupert’s after getting a bite to eat. Ultimately, I made myself a compromise, I decided to dress sexy and head out for dinner but to delay my decision on what I do after until I finish my dinner, to see how I felt then. A cop out, but progress none the less.
Seeing my favorite Pinot Noir on the wine list, I couldn’t resist. Dinner was nice, and the wine was having its effect on me. It didn’t help that a nearby table of two black men having a business dinner was constantly in my line of sight. As each glass of wine loosened up my thoughts, and the more I admired these strong black men nearby, my libido began racing through my veins. My nipples were hard as pencil erasers and my pussy was as moist as a sponge.
Finishing my wine, I decided to go to Rupert’s. Not long after getting a seat, this time at a small table in a dim lit corner of the room did I see Clarence. Seeing him made me feel more at ease, being in a place where at least I knew someone. He was chatting up a sexy brunette when he caught me looking in his direction. Within just a few minutes, he approached my table. His tall string physique within a foot of me, the bulge in his pants at my eye level. I stared at it for a few seconds before looking up and into his dark eyes. He just smiled and said,
“Hello Lucy, I was hoping to see you tonight. OK if I join you for a drink?”
“Well hello Clarence, why yes I would enjoy your company. Please have a seat.”
My thoughts went immediately to how I thought about him while playing with my vibrator. I had done so, every night this week after a day of selling. Before sitting down, he leaned over and gave me a kiss, and sensing no resistance, then followed with another one, a deep one this time.
“Now that’s a greeting. I guess you must have missed me?” I smiled at him while placing my wedding band hand on his strong thick thigh.
I don’t know why I said that or was touching him, it was a totally unconscious act as I knowingly wasn’t trying to flirt. Surely not, I’m a married woman. But being close to this handsome black man was making me do things I would never do. I found that I just couldn’t help myself and I was wanting him in the worst way. Between my imagining black men ravishing me as I worked my clit to orgasm after orgasm and my recent out of control libido that couldn’t get enough, I felt as if my body was being controlled by the mind of a BBC slut. Yet I had never actually enjoyed a big black cock, except in my dreams.
“I missed you just as much as you missed me.” He said as he looked from my eyes to my healthy cleavage, impossible to miss as I leaned slightly toward him.
We had drinks and talked as if we had known each other for years. Clarence had a hypnotic effect on me and my desires to be with him. We took to the dance floor and did plenty of touching and feeling. After a slow dance Clarence kissed me once again deeply. With his arms around me he looked directly in my eyes and said,
“There are some private rooms in the back, Lucy, it’s time we went to one. And I won’t take no for an answer. Come with me.”
I grabbed his hand, my wedding band sparkling in the light, and without saying a word I followed him down a hallway with a number of closed-door rooms on each side. My pussy was tingling and my nipples were rock hard. As we walked, I could hear women moaning with lust, one even said, “Fuck me with that amazing huge black cock of yours!”
Opening a door, we walked into a bedroom. Clarence held me tight and kissed me on my lips. From there, he began nibbling on my neck. I was his and my hand went right to his growing cock, just like I had imagined it in my lust filled dreams. We quickly removed our clothes and he laid me on the bed moving his mouth to my pussy. His tongue was magical as he licked my throbbing clit. I was now his to do what he wanted. I was finally going to experience my first big black cock!
His black velvety cock was much larger than my husband Kens. I was drawn to it and started sucking it like a popsicle. It tasted so good as I tasted his pre-cum. I licked his balls and sucked him as if that was what I was put on this earth to do. I licked his large balls knowing they were full of cum.
“I need that hard-black cock inside me. Fuck me like you own me…Now!”
He then rolled on top of me and pushed his manhood into my wet cunt. It felt amazing as he penetrated me, each stroke went in a little deeper until he bottomed out deep inside me. I came like I’ve never done before. My orgasm was off the charts as he pumped me with his tool. Grabbing his ass checks with both hands I pulled him into me over and over taking him deep with each stroke. It felt amazing and I never wanted it to end. The feeling was more than I had imagined.
I was now in a state of lust and his cock had me screaming out to “Fuck me with that big black cock, give it to me baby” for others to hear. I came and came until I lost count of how many I had. My legs were shaking with tremors as I came all over him nearly passing out. He was an amazing lover, giving me more than I had ever had before.
Clarence started moaning and I felt his cock enlarge even more as he filled my cunt with his cum. It was warm and caused me to spread my legs as wide as I could wanting it all. Slowing his pace, Clarence kissed me and rolled off. We laid on the bed together catching our breath. The only thing on my mind was black cocks and orgasms. I was truly in a state of ecstasy.
After regaining our senses, we slowly dressed and left Rupert’s. It was one of the best nights of my life. The best part was I didn’t even feel guilty about it. The amazing feeling was more powerful than what it might mean to my husband and our marriage. It was at that point, that I realized that Ken’s little white cock would never be enough.
Getting back to my hotel room, I checked my text messages and found a number of them from Ken, checking on me. I usually check in with him during the night but tonight, well, I was too occupied to care. I decided to text him back saying “Sorry babe, I had a long day and fell asleep early. Just got your messages.”
I didn’t have a particularly full schedule on Thursday, and I spent most of my time thinking of Clarence and how he made me feel. I also anticipated my night with Terrance and Jeannie. Every black man I saw throughout the day gave me the tingles and I couldn’t help but check out their bulge. I know some of them saw me looking, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was like black men were magnets and I was metal.
I had some time on my hands during the afternoon, so I decided to go shopping for a sexy outfit to wear that night. Although I brought some nice things to wear, for some reason I felt as though I needed to really look good at Rupert’s for Terrance. I chose a cowl neck white dress, providing plenty of imagination when I bent forward. Well above the knee with high heels accenting my ass and legs.
Interestingly enough, I received a text from Jeannie,
“Why don’t you Uber to Rupert’s. We will meet me there and be sure to get you back to your hotel at the end of the night.”
“That sounds like a good plan, see you tonight.”
Then Jeannie responded, “By the way, I can’t wait to see what you’ve decided to wear tonight. I hope you are as excited about tonight as I am. I am hoping to give Terrance a special evening. Kisses”
I thought it a little odd, given I had never even met Jeannie before and my relationship with Terrance has been completely business. I read the text over and over and each time, my mind went right to what his black cock must look like as it slides in and out of her white pussy. I even felt a little jealous, thinking about how amazing she must feel getting fucked by him anytime she wanted.
After finishing my room service meal, I was ready to go. I decided to visit the lounge to have a stiff drink and check in with Lou. As I approached the bar, he smiled and came over to me.
“So, what can I get you Lucy?”
I ordered Vodka and tonic with a lime.
“And did you enjoy Rupert’s last night?”
“I had a night to remember, that’s for sure. I’m actually headed there again tonight to meet friends.”
“Well, I am happy to see that Rupert’s meets with your approval. With what you are wearing, you shouldn’t have any trouble having fun. You look amazing.”
I blushed a little, as his words sunk in. My eyes immediately looked at his crotch as I thought about how Lou would be in bed. I was unable to resist a black man’s magnetism and my mind was no longer even trying to resist it. If I wasn’t already committed tonight, I would open my legs to him. I decided right then, that I would feel his cock inside me in the near future. What a black cock slut I was quickly becoming…
Arriving at Rupert’s, Jeannie was waiting for me at the door. She quickly gave me a big hug.
“Hi honey, and don’t you look just amazing for Terrance tonight.” Come join us, he is waiting for you at the table.
I noticed him watching me as I approached the table, he must have approved as his look was confident and appreciative. He stood and gave me a strong and tight hug, not letting go he looked deep into my eyes and kissed me softly. There I go again, my lust for black men was in full gear once again. At that point, after enjoying the taste of his kiss on my lips, I didn’t even think of Terrance as a business person.
Jeannie pointed to the chair next to her husband so I sat down.
“Lucy, what would you like to drink, I will get it for you.”
“Vodka tonic with a lime please.” And off to the bar she went, like a dutiful wife pleasing her black husband.
Terrance put his strong big black hand on my leg, pushed his fingers inside the hem of my dress and looked me in the eye.
“You look so amazing tonight. I really like your sexy outfit. I hope you’ve looked forward to tonight as much as I have.”
Although our relationship has been business, I got a sense just what he meant and my stomach turned with butterflies anticipating what just might lay ahead.
“I think you look so handsome, Terrance. Jeannie too.”
I quickly checked my phone and saw Ken had texted me for the second time tonight. I wasn’t interested in dealing with him so I put the phone back in my purse.
Jeannie returned with our drinks and we started some small chat. She wanted to know all about me, so I gave her the run down. I told her about my kids, my work and where we lived. She asked me questions about my husband and after finding out about his work and hobbies, wanted to know all about our sex life. I felt comfortable with them, and told them what they wanted to know.
“Our sex life is OK, I guess. Nothing special really. I am on the road during the week so we try and get some time alone when we can.”
I wanted to tell them how I have recently been fantasizing about sex with strong black men, and my experience with Clarence but I wasn’t that comfortable. I glanced over at Terrance and wondered how big his cock is and how great it would feel to have it deep inside me. Just talking about sex and being next to a black man was really turning me on.
After a second drink and more talk, Terrance excused himself and went to the men’s room. While gone, Jeannie scooted her chair a little closer to me and put her hand on mine.
“Lucy, I need to talk to you about what I have planned for you and Terrance tonight, that is, if you are up for it. Do you know what a Cuckhold is?”
“Well, not exactly. It has something to do with a husband enjoying his wife having sex with another man, right?”
“Actually, that’s close enough. Well, Terrance and I have a cuckhold relationship, but in our case, while normally it is the husband in the relationship, in our case it is me who is the cuckhold. I enjoy Terrance having his way with other women so I often arrange sex with other women for his pleasure.”
“Tonight, because he has talked so much about you, I am hoping that you would want to be with my husband. I will not mind; in fact I will thoroughly enjoy it.”
Jeannie looked at me while squeezing my hand waiting for a reaction. At first, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My thoughts went to how sincere and beautiful she must be taking care of Terrance in such an intimate way. I then thought about Ken and my connection with him. My thoughts then went to spreading my legs for Terrance and how sexy he is and how wonderful having him get me off would be.
My overpowering desire for black men was taking over, thoughts of all these considerations were no match for the magnetism of having a strong black man satisfying my sexual desires. I remembered how I masturbated myself over and over the last couple of months as I imagined myself being satisfied by a strong black man and how good it felt when Clarence took me to orgasms, I had never felt anything like it before.
“Jeannie, you are an amazing wife to ask me to give myself to your husband. I am grateful that you thought of me. I am more than ready to give myself to him.”
Almost as if on que, Terrance returned to our table. The band was playing and he asked me to dance. By the second dance, we became very into each other. I was hypnotized with his smell, his strength and his power over me. As the second dance was nearing the end, I looked up at Terrance with a want only a woman in heat can express.
“Let’s leave this place and go somewhere to fuck.”
As if he has heard this many times, he said “I was hoping you would say that.”
The three of us got into their BMW and headed for my hotel. Jeannie drove with Terrance and I together in the back seat. We kissed deeply as he caressed my breasts. My hand found his manhood and squeezed his hardening cock with anticipation of what was soon to come.
My thoughts were entirely on having his big dick fill me up. And about how special their relationship must be, Jeannie wanting him to enjoy sex with other women. Was I starting a separate life on the road, to the one I had back home? Could I even control my desires when I was home? Where exactly is all this leading. In a few brief moments as Terrace sucked my tits, I could imagine this going in a number of ways. The future excited me, and tonight was going to be but another chapter of many to cum.
