ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE GOES BLACK
By User

Reading all the posts gave me the idea that a lot of white wives may
be curious about what they're missing and need just a little
opportunity to lose their inhibitions and experience a black cock:
to experience a good hard fuck outside the constraints of marriage.

I picked as my first encounter a young white woman who lived in an
apartment just down the hall.  She was often alone while her husband
traveled.  Although she tended to dress and act conservatively, she
could be very flirtatious when he had been out of town for more than
a few days.  I judged her to be in her late twenties and I knew she
had been married for 10 years.

I began my approach two weeks ago.  Her husband had just left for
three weeks and I met her in the party room where we played a few
rounds of pool and I listened to her talk about herself.  I could
sense that she wanted some masculine attention.  Interesting things
came out, like her husband was only her second lover and the
greatest sex she ever had was with her first.  He was her high
school boyfriend and they had to "do it" fearing they could be
caught at anytime.  The sense of danger enhanced her enjoyment.

Last week, the complex held a Saturday night barbecue.  When I found
out she was not coming, I called and urged her to come.  It took
some talking but she finally came down wearing tight, white shorts
and a tee shirt.  It was very much out of character for her and I
sensed she might be thinking about exercising her sexuality. There
was no VPL and she appeared to be wearing only a very light bra.  I
was instantly aroused, especially since I fully intended to fuck her
before the night was through.

We talked some and I shared a few beers with her.  I wandered off
after a bit to socialize with others.  About 10:00, she sought me
out.  She appeared to be a little drunk when she handed me a beer.
We went out on the patio and talked for about an hour, drinking
several more beers when I suggested we might take a stroll around
the property.

The apartment complex is built next to a small lake with most of the
opposite side still in its natural state.  The management had built
a bike path around the lake and, at night, the area was usually
unpopulated.  We walked slowly to the other side, sipping a few
beers I grabbed as we left and talking flirtatiously.  I took the
opportunity to touch and caress without being overtly sexual.  As we
walked, she gradually moved closer and our conversation lulled to an
almost nervous sense of quiet.  I sensed some sexual tension.

We stopped to look at the lights of the apartments reflected in the
lake.  I moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders as we
listened to soft music coming from the party we left behind.  As she
began to relax, the massage grew broader, moving forward almost to
that soft and warm area where her breasts started to swell.  She
nestled back into my chest, enjoying the music and the gentle touch
of my hands.

I began to nibble on the side of her neck and, in her gentle mood,
she didn't realize that the tone of the evening had changed.  She
startled as I traced the outline of her ear with my tongue and
attempted to move forward and away. I held her shoulders tightly
with my hands and pulled her back, listening to her small gasps and
her whimpered "no" as I continued to work on her ear and neck.
Despite her whispered objections, she did not try to pull away.

Even as she tilted her head to allow greater access, she continued
to quietly protest, telling me she was married and she would never
cheat on her husband. I slid my hands forward until I felt her
hardening nipples snuggle into the palms of my hands.  Her mouth
opened as if to say something but nothing came out but a quiet moan.
She leaned harder against my chest and began lightly tracing my
hands with her fingertips.

I started to turn her around but she resisted, not wanting to look
in the face of the man who was about to invade the sanctity of her
marriage.   My right hand moved downwards and nudged her legs apart.
Soon, I was supporting her weight with my fingertips as I slowly
masturbated her to the first orgasm she had experienced with someone
other than her husband in over a decade.  It was a copious, wet cum
that soaked the crotch of her white shorts.

I unzipped them and began to tug them down her hips.  She leaned
forward, bracing herself on a tree trunk as I brought her shorts and
her very delicate, small thong panties down to her knees.  They
fluttered to the ground like a fallen flag of surrender. She gasped
when she heard the sound of my zipper freeing my raging hard on.
Now completely naked from the waist down and bent forward at the
waist, she was well past the point of no return and waiting quietly,
almost submissively, to recieve her first black cock.

I reached between her legs to bring her wet slit farther back and
stroked it with the head of my cock.  When I found the softness of
her entrance, I thrust forward, burying myself in her completely.
She came almost immediately.  I reached under her tee shirt and
pushed aside her bra until I held her unfettered breasts in my
hands.

I could feel her starting to cum again and I stopped.  "Take over,"
I whispered and she began fucking against me like a cat in heat, her
back taking on an erotic rippling motion as she thrust back to take
all of me in then arched to slip her pussy almost to the end of my
cock.  I reached between her legs and pressed low against her pubic
bone, pressing her clit down so that it was stimulated more
completely by the underside of my cock when we fucked in that
position.  In a few minutes, we both came hard.  It was a phenomenal
sex act that left me feeling tremendously alive and vital.  As we
walked back to her apartment, she wept softly at the memory of her
indiscretion.

I spent the night almost feeling guilty.  At 8:00 AM, however, I
heard a soft knock on my door.  When I answered, she was standing
there in her robe with a cup of  coffee in her hand.  She handed me
the coffee then untied the sash and the robe parted, revealing that
she was wearing nothing underneath.  I quickly pulled her into my
apartment and shut the door.  She didn't leave until after lunch.  I
taught her some things about fucking that her husband had never
imagined.

I'll post again next time I seduce a willing wife.


