The Story Of How My First Extra-marital Affair Started…

I guess the story of how we started in this “Lifestyle” is not different than many we have heard.

About 10 years ago I started finding interracial porn on Tom’s computer and a little while after that I started noticing that there were always black men in the porn flicks we would watch together and he would make a point of asking me if I like the black men and then he started asking if I thought I would like black cock. Not sure where in the middle of all of that he started to fantasize about me being with a black man, but the questions and suggestions got more and more frequent.

About eight years ago Tom and I were separated for awhile because of marital issues, and I ended up in a resort group living situation – kind of a get away place for people dealing with personal issues.

While I was there I started talking to a 30 year old black man, who was very handsome and charming. He made me laugh, I felt comfortable talking to him and he had a powerful muscular body that made me yearn to get my hands on him! For several weeks we just talked and shared our mutual struggles. He had a habit of touching me while we talked and it wasn’t long before I was wondering what it would be like to be with him.

I had, of course, noticed what a thick bulge he had and knew that it was going to be much more than I ever had before. He caught me looking one day and smiled. Not long after that he asked in a conversation if I had ever been with a black man. I replied, “Not yet…” and smiled. Shortly after that he got more physical as far as touching me and leaving his hand to linger on my arm, or holding my hand or putting his hand on my back as we walked along. Frankly, he was DRIVING ME CRAZY! Now, we were not supposed to have much physical contact – house rules – so we had to be careful.

One day while we were close and talking, he leaned over and kissed me. It was just a quick kiss, but it sent lightning bolts through my body, and had my mind and emotions reeling! I can’t even remember the rest of our conversation after that, I just remember it was close to the time when we had to go to our rooms and I was up most of the night thinking about him!

The next day he had to work away from the lodge and I couldn’t wait for him to return. It was dark before he got back. I met him on the back deck and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest! This time I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him! NOT a peck on the cheek, but an open mouth wet kiss that he returned with enthusiasm and I don’t remember ever feeling better than I did when he wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his muscular body. Wasn’t long before I could feel his thick cock pressing against me. Even though both of us were wearing jeans, I’m sure I could feel the heat of it. We broke our kiss and went inside, hoping that we looked like nothing happened, and he was holding his coat over his pants to hide his erection. I was very proud of causing that! When I got back to my room I had to change my wet panties…

I started dressing in more revealing clothes, and it was two days later when it finally happened…

I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and when I came out into the hall, there he was! Sexy Byron in gym shorts and a tee shirt, and I was in sheer nightgown that fell about mid-thigh, with no panties. He kissed me and held me, then led me to the shower area behind the bathroom and we went to the back stall. He closed the curtain and we kissed for the longest time. Just enjoying feeling each other’s bodies and feeling his sexy lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and looking at his handsome face!

I ran my hands all over his muscular body and being held close as he kissed me and ran his hands down my back. He told me to raise my hands and he whipped my nightie up over my head in one swift movement, and there I was – naked and feeling very flushed and excited. He smiled and told me how beautiful I looked, then he took me in his arms and kissed me. His hands were all over my back and ass, exploring and caressing and pulling me close so I could feel his hard dick against my stomach. I held onto his strong shoulders and kissed his neck; then I whispered in his ear.

“I have waited so long for this, baby, I love…um, I just love being in your arms and feeling your dick get hard for me!” (He knew that my husband had erection problems from our earlier conversations, so he knew why I was saying that.)

“Damn, Dee, any man would get hard for you!”

And Hard he was, and thicker than any dick I had ever seen! I wanted to touch it but I was intimidated by it’s size and how handsome and sexy this man is. I ran my hands down his body, shaking from excitement and wishing he would just take me right then and there – I had been waiting forever already! But WAIT, I had never had a dick that size, would I be able to take it?

Suddenly I was afraid that it would hurt too bad or he would not be gentle with me…then my hand found the bulge in his shorts and it felt hard as a rock and I could feel the heat from it in my palm. At that moment he stepped back, suddenly, and I was startled and somewhat taken aback as my breath caught in my throat – thinking he had changed his mind. Then he peeled off his shirt and pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. I was looking at the perfect specimen of a man! Handsome and smiling at me; muscular, dark skinned, big hands, dark nipples, sexy lips, fierce eyes, strong legs and a big, thick cock that was pointing straight at me! Yowza!

I felt a hot rush run through my body as he smiled that million dollar smile and stepped toward me.

“You’re as ready as I am, aren’t you, Dee?”

I nodded my head and told him “I think I am more ready!”

I reached out and took the hand he was offering and he pulled me to him. The feeling of our naked bodies coming together is a feeling I will never forget! My arms d****d around his neck and his arms around my waist…feeling my breasts – and especially my nipples – press against his hot muscular chest…and his hard dripping cock pressed against my stomach.

When I looked into his eyes it was one of those perfect moments when time just slips away. That “Waiting to exhale” moment. I knew he was seeing inside of me. I knew he knew that I was completely his. I knew he was touching me in places that no man had ever touched me before. I knew he was opening up things inside of me. I could feel it on an intimate level and I could feel it on an primitive level; if you will. Hard to explain, but the ones who have been there will know what I’m saying. We both knew I was completely his woman at that moment!

When he kissed me I let out a moan that was from someplace inside of me that I have never experienced pleasure before. Someplace deep where the feelings are deeper and more complete. I closed my eyes and I could feel everything he was doing to me. Not only the physical things, but we were connecting on a level that can’t possibly be described in words. I know this is sounding a bit like a romance novel, but the fact is I knew that I was putty in this man’s hands; and he was about to shape me in ways that would change me completely.

He was walking me backward as he kissed me, and my hands were all over him! I was feeling his neck, shoulders, arms, back, butt…and feeling his strong hands on me as he did his own exploring.

Byron has a strong, powerful body – one of those short, stocky men that look like they could lift a car – but I was still surprised at the ease with which he lifted me up and held me against the wall of the shower. I lifted my legs and spread them as I looked into his eyes and gripped his shoulders with my fingers. (Later we would find various places where my fingernails had dug into his skin) He said something to me at that moment, but I can’t remember exactly what it was because it was the same moment that I felt the head of his dick press against my clit. I was panting and yearning to feel more of him inside of me, as he lowered me down onto his cock!

Gone were the worries about how big it is, I just wanted it inside of me as soon as possible. It was a magical moment in my mind, but what came out of my mouth was “Fuck me, Byron!”

As the thick head of his cock entered me, I came harder than I ever had before! Just from that – he hadn’t even put it inside of me, yet! I’m sure the fact that it had been, maybe a couple of months since I had sex, had something to do with it, but I have found my orgasms with black men are always more powerful than anything I have experienced with my husband or my boyfriends in college. I threw my head back and let out a stifled moan and I wanted to scream but everyone in the building would have woken up! I held his head in my hands and was kissing all over his face.

Byron smiled and giggled as my breathing returned to a low pant from an open mouth moaning.

“Damn, Dee, you are one hot, sexy woman, baby! He slowly began sliding his cock into me. I was tender, but I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his big dick stretching me! I threw my head back, again and he kissed my neck as he began fucking me.

“Damn your pussy is tight, Dee! You okay, honey?”

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, baby, I had no idea it was going to feel this good!” Once he got into a good rhythm, I came again – clawing at his back with my nails as I panted and said “Give it to me, baby, I love what you are doing to me!” in his ear. The prompted him to give it to me a little deeper, but I was not able to take more than about half of his thick cock, that first time.

He lasted a long time and I was loving every second of it! For me, it was like one long, continuous, intensely powerful orgasm!

I came one more time before he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach as I kissed him and stroked his dick with my hands, stroking and milking it for every precious drop.

I lowered my legs slow and we kissed for the longest time. I held on to his dick like it was the most precious thing in the world. I couldn’t believe how thick it was and it was not as erect, but still hard, and getting harder as I squeezed, petted and stroked it.

Byron said he better get out of there before we get caught, and I knew it was true but I wanted him to stay with me all night!

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes as our naked bodies pressed into each other.

“That is, by far, the best sex I have ever had, Byron” I whispered to him and then kissed his thick lips. “You can do that to me any time you want to!” I said, then instantly thought about what I was saying. A married woman, telling a young black man that he can have me any time he wants me.

A sort of panic came over me, but I brushed it away.

Yeah, I meant it, and the feeling of his hardening dick against my stomach was reinforcing my resolve.

Not sure how I am going to tell this to my husband, but I couldn’t worry about that right now.

“That was just a sample” Byron said, and smiled at me, then kissed me deeply. “I’m gonna’ make you crave this black dick, and beg for more.”

I knew he was right, because I was already ready to beg for more, right now, and beg him to stay, or beg him to take me to his room with him. I wanted to feel everything again, and again, and again!

He knew he had me – and he smiled, then kissed me, again.

“See you at breakfast, baby!”

At that he dressed and turned to wink at me.

I turned on the shower and began to wash off, as Byron snuck out the door and back to his room.

I went back to bed and saw the whole scene again when I closed my eyes. I felt like a teenager in love as I relived those moments and saw the image of his face in front of me and could almost feel his lips on mine…I knew I was in trouble, and knew that I would enthusiastically beg for another touch from him!

Just before falling asleep, I thought about my husband Tommi, and wondered what he would think about his fantasy coming true. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep, picturing him stroking his little dick and looking at his interracial porn.
~DeeAnna~

Write A Comment