Not sure this is the right place, so forgive me. I have written it as the events actually happened and give details of the circumstances as they were. I have made it like a story as I have had time to think about how to present it. So if that is wrong please forgive me.

Up to this encounter, my hubby had been my only lover. I am the shy slightly submissive book reading type easily satisfied with marriage and contented with everything, good and bad times!!!


Guys had generally avoided me and not given second looks, reasons for that I need not bore you with now, but you have an understanding that my sexual experiences were limited to what me and Hubby have done together...


Gina is the mother of a couple of kids who have often visited my house after school, I had never met her partner, Dwayne, who is black until one Friday evening. Gina had told us at a girls party, that Dwayne had a sizeable dick, a good 9 inches she told us and thick too.


I was looking forward to meeting him, not because of his Dick, but we had not meet in six months. He was sat in their front room and did a double take when he saw me. Looked me up and down and gave me a strange look. It was one of acceptance and approval, or so I imagined. A little nod and a grin seemed to be an agreement of some sort between us. I took it as a liking of each other and not sexually, on my part anyway.

Our paths crossed rarely, but when they did, he gave me a little glance across the school playground and a knowing grin. It was clear he liked me and I felt pleased someone other than my hubby was giving me some appreciative attention, and if he could get away with it, a sexy comment.


This went on for several months, and I must confess I was a little aroused by it, not that I intended to do anything about it, I and he were both in very good marriages and happy.

Fast forward: The summer holidays came and went and I had not seen Dwayne since before the school break, forgotten about him in fact. Summer draw towards autumn and another half term break. My Hubby is a coach driver and due to go to Italy, I could go along too, a week away, great, kids could stay with Nan.... So with excitement, in the afternoon we set off and met the coach at a rest area on a motorway, already loaded and ready to go.

We arrived at Dover where I discovered to my horror, my bag was missing! Purse and more importantly passport. There was little else to do other than get left behind. So after a tearful goodbye to hubby and a week to wait for his return, I now had to make my own way home.

I phoned Gina, who appeared to be the only person available to answer the phone or answer my text messages. She laughed at my situation and told me Dwayne was on his way to get me despite my protests. He would be with me in a few hours and I wasn't to argue..


Three hours later, Dwayne arrived and collected me. He drove a mini-bus type van. Three seats in front, three behind and the rear section a type of camper-van, simple seat that folded out and a kitchenette. Dwayne had been working all day and had come straight out to me, it was obvious he was tired and as we headed back, keep dosing off at the wheel. A dangerous thing to be doing. I too was tired, so we decided we should stop and take a few hours kip.


Dwayne found a safe place and pulled over into a lay-by. The bed was pulled out, it was too big for single but two small for a double, but by mutual consent we agreed to share it. We snuggled down, me wearing my jeans and T and he T and trousers. We snuggled up, not that we could avoid body contact, but we both seemed comfortable with it and soon drifted off in sleep.


I was aware that during sleep we had hugged and cuddled, more so a sort of comfort than anything sexual. I stirred sleepily on my left side with him behind me snuggled in. His left arm around my neck and his arm across my chest and his right over my thighs and tucked into my body. I could also feel a lump poking me in the small of my back.

It was obvious it was his dick!
It thrilled me a little, I must confess, but nonetheless, I moved away from it slightly and needed to lean back and turn slightly onto my back. That action only resulted in his right hand now resting on the front of his jeans, and feeling his hand on my mound, made me stir even more.

He stirred a little and his left hand cupped a breast through my t shirt, I wasn't wearing a bra... My nipples instantly went hard. I was shocked but thrilled at the same time... His right hand started pushing into my mound, and that thrilled me too.
I laid there wanting him to stop but he started nuzzling my neck with his lips. I half hardheartedly protested getting really turned on and feeling his dick pressing against me again. He rubbed the front of my jeans trying to push his hand in between a couple of times, but I resisted by pulling his away. His hand felt for mine and he placed it on the bulge of his trousers.

It felt big and thick, I just had to feel it. My fingers squeezed it through his trousers, it was long and very thick. He whispered in my ear to get it out, so I did. It was long and thick and meaty. I stroked it willingly and admitted his was the first black cock in real life I had encountered. Now he had his hand between my legs and I gave just a little resistance but soon he had my jeans open and his fingers deep in my pussy.

I was soaking wet within a few minutes, his kisses, fingers and mouth doing everything that was so sexually thrilling that I heard my pussy squelching in juices as he finger fucked me bouncing off my g spot. I had long stopped jerking his massive dick through seer delight and pleasure he was giving me. He whispered sexily in my ear, making me feel even more hornier and turned on.

In the darkness, he confirmed that I could be fucked and take his big married black dick bare up my married pussy and take a creampie. There was no reason not too...
He worked the thing in slowly and delicately, then when I was used to his size he hammered me hard just the way I like it and changed positions with me riding him before he slammed me on my back and pumped his hot thick cream deep inside me, he pulled out squirting more over my tits and stomach. We recovered dressed and resumed our way home. Unbelieving, he pulled up again and said he wanted to fuck me again.

That was fine by me... Jeans down, bent over the sofa, he pounded me again giving me another good fucking. We drove home with him revealing something rather odd. he said he had read in his predictions about a an encounter in black and a spice. Well I'm ginger and when I first saw him I had been wearing jeans, t shirt and sports shoes all that were black!!! He said he knew it was me and even before he asked, knew I could be fucked bareback.

I had no reason not to believe him and those early looks he gave me, probably meant there was some truth in it.

We have never got together again, our meetings being just the same as before, as if nothing has ever happened.

Comments

Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 9, 2018 at 8:38 PM

So have you told your husband or you just going to live with being a WHORE.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 10, 2018 at 5:09 AM

another guy pretending.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 10, 2018 at 8:17 AM

Slut with a spunk filled pussy.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 10, 2018 at 8:43 AM

Numbers 1 and 3. You try to shame this confessor by calling her a WHORE and slut. Like a bad it's a bad thing. It's only a reflection of how you view your own mom.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 10, 2018 at 9:18 AM

Are you hoping to get another ride? Get on your knees and suck? Hoping to have longer to fully enjoy yourself?

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Dec 10, 2018 at 12:44 PM

1 No I haven't told him. Nice name calling, what a sad person you are if you can't tell the difference between a prostitute and one moment of madness.

2 Whatever.

3 Sorry, the definition of a slut indicates in my dictionary a woman who has 'Many' casual partners...

4 Thank you for your support.

5 While I really enjoyed the sex, it was a one off, it shouldn't have happened but it did. I can't change that. We both know it was wrong but enjoyed the moment. The important thing is, we've not changed our attitudes towards one another and we both know it will never happen again..

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by Anonymous on Jan 2, 2019 at 10:19 AM

Proud of you
Your story and your replies
Yes! You never know what may happen. It hasn't happened to me yet
Married 25 years and I don't go looking
Yes I can see how it could happen
Would like to have a story of my own
Don't expect it to though!

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