Speaker 1: You can go ahead and ask my husband the truth
Speaker 1: about me. Ask him wherever your chance to run into him,
Speaker 1: even he will tell you I don't play when it
Speaker 1: comes to sex. I'm a walking, talking, randy, slued, driven,
Speaker 1: demented whor when it comes to fucking. Regardless of whether
Speaker 1: I'm doing the fucking or someone capable is fucking me,
Speaker 1: I don't care. If you've got a good cock to
Speaker 1: go with your stamina and power, then I'm sure to
Speaker 1: make the time for us to get down. And if
Speaker 1: you fuck me good the first time, then I'm yours
Speaker 1: for the taking. But that's for later. Right now, I
Speaker 1: want you to sit down and listen to my confession.
Speaker 1: Allow me to begin with my husband Andy. Andy was
Speaker 1: dismayed the first time we had sex, and he realized
Speaker 1: he could barely keep up with me. This was back
Speaker 1: when we'd started dating. After two rounds of good fucking,
Speaker 1: he tapped out admitted that I might give him a
Speaker 1: heart attack if we continued the way we were going.
Speaker 1: He was stunned when I told him I was just
Speaker 1: getting started. He reluctantly returned to bed, but he was
Speaker 1: all spent. I gave him credit for going the distance
Speaker 1: as my previous lovers never lasted past one round. I
Speaker 1: was a college sophomore at the time and yet to
Speaker 1: discover the height and joy that came with fucking black men.
Speaker 1: Years went by, and all through those years, Andy and
Speaker 1: I seemed to avoid getting to the nitty gritty of
Speaker 1: the most important conversation concerning both of us with regards
Speaker 1: to sex. I never hid my desires from Andy, not once.
Speaker 1: I made it known to him that I demanded and
Speaker 1: craved sex like a child desires sugar. I cannot explain it.
Speaker 1: My libido has always been on high. If I'm not
Speaker 1: steadily thinking of sex, then something was wrong. Since Andy
Speaker 1: wasn't capable of giving it to me the way I wanted,
Speaker 1: then it was only fair that I find someone who
Speaker 1: would Fucking my dildo wasn't enough. Andy nixed the idea,
Speaker 1: declaring how wrong that was and that the last thing
Speaker 1: he wanted was to see me screwing some louse in
Speaker 1: our bed. Would it make you feel better if I
Speaker 1: decided to do it in a hotel room, I asked,
Speaker 1: how the fuck? No, he declared, and I don't want
Speaker 1: to hear about this silly shit anymore. I often told
Speaker 1: him he was being inconsiderate, but later fell silent about
Speaker 1: the matter. He knew he had hurt my feelings, and
Speaker 1: he did try to make it up to me by
Speaker 1: making time from his busy work schedule to have play
Speaker 1: time with me in bed. But as expected, not once
Speaker 1: did our so called playtime lead to anything good. As
Speaker 1: it turned out, I knew why Andy was nervous about
Speaker 1: seeing me in bed with another man. It took me
Speaker 1: a while to understand his inner grievance, but I eventually did.
Speaker 1: It wasn't about him seeing me getting fucked by another man,
Speaker 1: but the fear that some other men would succeed in
Speaker 1: snatching me away from him. He was afraid of whatever
Speaker 1: repercussions might affect our marriage if ever I attempted this activity.
Speaker 1: Months went by, and I was then able to suggest
Speaker 1: to him that one best way to safeguard that issue
Speaker 1: from rearing its head was if I opted instead to
Speaker 1: find myself a black lover as opposed to a white one.
Speaker 1: No black man would want to take me from you,
Speaker 1: I said convincingly one night, while we sat up in
Speaker 1: bed contemplating things. Black men would rather want a young
Speaker 1: white girl, not a middle aged milf like me. Milf.
Speaker 1: What's a milf? What sort of acronym is that? Mothers?
Speaker 1: I'd love to fuck as in milf? Do you get
Speaker 1: it now? I guess? He looked at me oddly wearing
Speaker 1: God's name? Do you find such weird things? Anyway? It's
Speaker 1: all over the internet, honey. Even kids these days know
Speaker 1: what it means. But let's not get sidetracked here. He
Speaker 1: reluctantly agreed that I should find someone who would give
Speaker 1: me what I wanted, but that I should ensure he
Speaker 1: was clean of any STDs, is single, and wouldn't pose
Speaker 1: no threat to us. One final thing is that whoever
Speaker 1: he was, he should best wear a condom. I agreed
Speaker 1: to his terms and then set about finding the right
Speaker 1: man for the job. You would think that finding the
Speaker 1: right man for the job is easy, but I'm here
Speaker 1: to tell you such isn't the case. The Internet is vast,
Speaker 1: and one can get lost in the ether if you're
Speaker 1: not so careful. I comb through various social media sites.
Speaker 1: I put up photos of my figure in different forms,
Speaker 1: all to entice the sort of man I wanted. Many responded,
Speaker 1: but the majority of them didn't fit the bill. Some
Speaker 1: were white men pretending to be Black. A majority of
Speaker 1: black men that responded were married, too old, and or
Speaker 1: resided in places far from my location. I needed someone
Speaker 1: who wouldn't take long coming to me or vice versa.
Speaker 1: Three weeks went by before I found my man, or
Speaker 1: rather he found me. His name is Idris, and he's
Speaker 1: originally from the Caribbean but was studying for his masters,
Speaker 1: and he happened to reside in a city closer to
Speaker 1: where I lived. Sorry, I don't want to tell you
Speaker 1: anymore because I wouldn't want any of you bitches to
Speaker 1: go around looking for him. You'll have to trust me
Speaker 1: on things. Idris contacted me through my Instagram page and
Speaker 1: that was how we got to talking. We exchanged contact information,
Speaker 1: but not before he'd showed me what he was working with.
Speaker 1: His equipment was quite impressive, and when I showed it
Speaker 1: to Andy even he couldn't help but blush before admitting
Speaker 1: that his tool was way bigger than his. Idris and
Speaker 1: I talked to each other via phone, and I even
Speaker 1: allowed him to chat with Andy so he wouldn't feel
Speaker 1: left out. Andy gave me the go ahead to initiate
Speaker 1: a meeting, and Idris and I talked about where would
Speaker 1: be most appropriate for a hookup. We decided on a
Speaker 1: town line and that wasn't far from where I lived.
Speaker 1: The day was a Saturday, and Andy drove me there.
Speaker 1: Idris had already reserved a room at the inn. We
Speaker 1: found him in the lobby and went to sit in
Speaker 1: the bar to chap for our bit. He wasn't in
Speaker 1: any hurry, and neither were we. Idris didn't mind talking
Speaker 1: about himself. I found his Caribbean accent quite amusing. I
Speaker 1: could also tell that Andy was starting to like him.
Speaker 1: Done with our drinks, we decided to stroll to where
Speaker 1: his room was at. Andy went and found a perfect
Speaker 1: spot to park his car while Idris led me inside.
Speaker 1: Andy joined us in no time. By them, we had
Speaker 1: already begun to kiss and fondle each other. Andy planted
Speaker 1: himself in a chair while Idris lifted me off my
Speaker 1: feet and carried me to the bed. He was quite
Speaker 1: a gentleman, but within minutes of us enjoying our foreplay,
Speaker 1: I came to realize that underneath his gentility was the
Speaker 1: sort of man I've always yearned for. In bed, his
Speaker 1: cock stood ramrod, straight and majestic. When I unveiled it
Speaker 1: out of his jeans. It was half the length of
Speaker 1: my arm, and when I glanced towards Andy even he
Speaker 1: was awed by the size of his shaft. I cannot
Speaker 1: describe to you the immense pleasure I had when I
Speaker 1: got to suck his cock. I could have stayed there
Speaker 1: and worshiped his cock all day, except the sight of
Speaker 1: it had ignited my horniness and raised it to the
Speaker 1: highest level. I definitely needed to fuck something or I
Speaker 1: was likely to burst. Idris had me on my arms
Speaker 1: and knees, with my but aimed upwards. When he then
Speaker 1: positioned himself behind me, he took a moment to rummage
Speaker 1: his finger inside my caunt, getting me riled up and
Speaker 1: squirting with ecstasy, before then then inserted his prick inside me.
Speaker 1: I grabbed and pulled the sheets and felt a thunderous
Speaker 1: roar escape my mouth as he drove deeper and deeper
Speaker 1: into my pussy. I felt my pussy being stretched ways
Speaker 1: stretched than ever before, and I got to stomping my
Speaker 1: leg on the bed like I was suffering something akin
Speaker 1: to a volcanic eruption. Andy would have backed off if
Speaker 1: it was him fucking me. That would have been the
Speaker 1: best thing to do, knowing I was hurting somewhat from
Speaker 1: being penetrated so abruptly, but Idris wasn't my husband, and
Speaker 1: I'm glad he never let up from his action. He
Speaker 1: doubled down instead and kept drilling his cock inside me.
Speaker 1: I could almost feel his cock hitting my cervix, and
Speaker 1: still I wanted it. Still, I demanded that he kept
Speaker 1: fucking me harder. Our sex was the hardest sex I
Speaker 1: had enjoyed in years. Idris soaked up my haughty cries
Speaker 1: and continued to plug my pussy like no man ever
Speaker 1: had before. My sweat spread like a river on the sheets,
Speaker 1: and by the time he turned me over onto my back,
Speaker 1: I felt like I'd shed more sweat than I went
Speaker 1: at a spa. I held my legs apart, and Idris
Speaker 1: knelt before me me grabbed his tool with his hand,
Speaker 1: and then rammed my pussy again. I leaned on his
Speaker 1: arms like he was attempting push ups, except it was
Speaker 1: his hips and thighs that rose and fell on my
Speaker 1: thighs while he sank his cock into my vagina. I orgasmed,
Speaker 1: not once, but multiple times, and it felt incredible. I
Speaker 1: had finally rediscovered that which I had always wanted The
Speaker 1: most our sex seemed to carry on for a long
Speaker 1: time until Idris pulled out and ejaculated his seat all
Speaker 1: over my tits and abdomen. I lay there, breathing heavily.
Speaker 1: My posse felt hot, like someone had stuck a hot
Speaker 1: poker inside my vagina. Yet I felt grateful for the experience.
Speaker 1: Even Andy was mesmerized by what he had watched. I
Speaker 1: couldn't help but laugh at him, and he responded by
Speaker 1: giving me a thumbs up. I rested for a bit later,
Speaker 1: after my temperature had lowered, went into the bathroom and
Speaker 1: cleaned myself up. I dried myself up, and Andy helped
Speaker 1: me back into my clothes, and then we said goodbye
Speaker 1: to Idris and left. It wasn't until we were half
Speaker 1: way home that Andy made one important observation that I
Speaker 1: had neglected. He reminded me that Idris hadn't worn a condom.
Speaker 1: He didn't complain, though, and he did allow me to
Speaker 1: make Idris become my study lover up until a year
Speaker 1: later when he concluded his master program and returned home.
Speaker 1: The good thing was that Andy was happy for me,
Speaker 1: and my relationship with Idris never harmed our marriage, not
Speaker 1: once