Nervous does not begin to describe how I am feeling right now. It is a start, but I cannot find other words. Right now is the culmination of over 10 years of discussions, manipulations, negotiations, bribes, and coercions. It took a monumental amount of effort, but my husband has finally gotten me to this point. Before me stands one of the sexiest black men I have ever seen, 6'3", 200lbs with a smooth bald head, wearing only his cotton briefs, the bulge so pronounced it could hardly be considered that as it seemed to slide down his leg. This man, named Tyrone, had an incredible chest and firm muscular abs and the kind of chocolate skin that seemed to shine with smoothness. He is my final test, the ultimate gift almost, and I was about to succumb to this last step of the journey. Tonight, I am going to be blacked by Tyrone while my husband quietly watches from the corner.
Let me back up first. When I had married my husband over 10 years ago, we were a pretty insatiable couple sexually. We tried almost everything at least once, good or bad. My husband Mike was always pushing the boundaries with me and frequently brought up the topic of adding someone to our love making, female at first but eventually he dropped a bombshell on me. His deepest and dirtiest fantasy was to watch me get pleasured by a black man with a huge dick, a big black cock to be specific. As he described this to me, I was shocked and repulsed. How could my husband, a man I now share children with, want me to do such a dirty thing. It was almost incomprehensible especially as I had not had many sexual partners before we had gotten married. I emphatically rejected the notion, not because I didn't find black men attractive, but only because I was married. Had I known that my husband was going to be so persistent, I would have probably just caved in sooner.
He would describe his fantasies to me during sex, talking about the dirtiest scenarios you only find in porn like being fucked from behind while he was underneath me licking my clit. Other scenarios involved me going out alone to meet this BBC stranger in a hotel then coming home to be 'reclaimed' by my husband where he would suck my creampie pussy and fuck me afterwards. No matter how off the wall these scenarios were, he was turned on by it. He ended up buying me 'BBC Slut' panties and black dildos and Queen of Spade buttplugs. I slowly used all of these toys and randomly wore the clothing to tease him. It was a lot of fun getting outside the comfort zone and to fantasize about things and I had to admit thatI eventually became turned on by many of these scenarios. In public he would try and take me to places where I would end up getting stared at by black men and nudge me whenever it happened.
All of this activity took place over 10 or more years of marriage. We had 3 ******* together and had built a wonderful life. We had exited the phase where we planned on more children. After all the ******* and some hard work, I was still in great shape with curves in all the right places and as my husband said, "an ass built for black cock". Couple that with my red hair and freckles and my husband insisted I was the sexiest woman alive for him. As the years past, somehow I knew that this fantasy was a bigger deal for my husband than I had ever known. I had played along enough and passively encouraged the fantasy aspect but was clear that I had no intentions of following through with it. Whenever we had the fantasy versus real life component, my husband always seemed to get sad, depressed almost! It was like he would drift away mentally and wistfully think of some other reality where I was his little black cock slut.
There was no one specific moment that convinced me to fuck a black guy. It was everything in totality. I loved looking at interracial porn after 10 years, I would watch it while my husband went down on me. I noticed attractive black men more frequently and the naughty thoughts about how big they were slowly happened. I wanted to make my husband happy and eventually I admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck a black guy, to truly experience a massive cock. My favorite porn scenes always involved a woman being stretched for the first time while her husband watched in the corner, jerking off, but sometimes in a cage. I also loved the cleanup scenes and the creampies, I wondered if my husband would do it in real live. Underlying all of these thoughts was the desire to be in charge, control and dominate my husband. He was a large, dominant alpha male....a man's man for sure. More than any other aspect of this BBC fantasy was the desire to make my husband bend to my will.
I had not planned on being in this position today, the weekend of my husbands birthday. And honestly, I could not have planned this if I had wanted. Tyrone literally just kind of fell into my lap as we celebrated the birthday without any ******* at a swanky hotel in downtown Arlington. Amazing steak dinner, awesome drinks, a little weed to cap off the night. Tyrone just happened to have the room next to us! When we checked into the hotel, he was directly in front of waiting for the clerk. I was nudged in the side and Mike whispered to me "what do you think of this one" as he nodded towards a very fine looking black man. We were both called to check in with different clerks at the same time. We were put on the top floor as Mike is Platinum with Marriot. As we entered the elevator, our black friend came in right behind us and said 10th floor...our floor. Mike and Tyrone had the same suitcase of all things.
When the elevator stopped and opened at the top floor, he said lovely ladies first and swept his arm towards the door. As I disembarked, I felt eyes on my ass. I wore jean shorts that were almost daisy dukes and a cute crop top that showed a fair amount of my stomach. Behind me I heard Mike insist that the black man exit next, which he reluctantly did. Mike caught up and we all ended up going down the hall together in semi awkward silence, me first, the black man second, followed by my husband. We all stopped next to the same set of doors that were next to each other, the very end of the hallway. We chuckled casually and Mike quipped that maybe we were double booked for the same room, but fortunately we only had adjoining rooms. Mike quickly introduced himself and the black man did the same, formally as Tyrone. Mike introduced me and I reached out to shake his hands and felt the firmness of his grip and followed by a very sexual tingle. Tyrone wished us a happy evening and we went into our separate rooms.
I could sense instantly that my husband was aroused by the innocent encounter. He informed me that Tyrone stared at my ass hard, like couldn't take his eyes off of it. I ignored him mostly as I began preparations for later on in the evening. I showered, shaved, waxed, and prepped for the night. I was wearing a lovely lace bra, pearl panties, and a sexy dress that barely covered my ass, no reaching up high or bending over for me tonight unless I wanted to put on a show. The final kicker, I decided to put on a QOS temporary tattoo on my right ass cheek, an accessory I knew that Mike loved. This late addition would drive him even crazier knowing our hotel neighbor was black. We were all set for the night, but the first stop was to put on a little show for my husband. I put him down on the corner chair and did a slow seductive dance. I made sure to bend over all the way, showing him the tattoo and the pearl panties. He pawed at my ass and placed gentle kisses on each cheek as he reached around to rub the beads as they were intertwined with my pussy. I was instantly wet, ready to skip dinner and fuck his brains out. Somehow, we stopped ourselves, difficult as that was.
We ended up down in the hotel bar and as we found the only empty seats, they happened to be next to our new friend Tyrone. We took our seat and Tyrone turned with a happy surprised look and said "Karen and Mike", leaning in for a handshake that I mistook for a hug, a little bit of awkwardness. I missed his hand and snuggled into him accidently, his smell intoxicating and his body incredibly firm. He turned his head into mine and his beautiful chocolate lips glanced my ear, I could feel the warmness and sudden desire escape his mouth. As we broke apart, we all kind of chuckled at the mishap and laughed it off. Tyrone insisted on buying us drinks and I took the seat next to him because Mike had taken the other one, intentionally no doubt. Mike was always trying to see how far he could push me. Tyrone was a salesman, a former college football player, and more importantly, single. He was in town for work and was trying to relax after a successful day. Soon we found ourselves altering our dinner reservation to make it 3, Tyrone protested and said he would not be a third wheel. Mike said nonsense, Karen will make sure you feel right at home and attend to your needs. It was such a weird statement, inuendo filled, and not subtle at all. Tyrone looked us both over and his smile only got bigger.
I felt like I should have said something, but the drinks had already had a bit of an effect on me. I smiled as he smiled, but more demurely. The suggestion my husband had just made was naughty, but this was also the first time an opportunity had really presented itself. What would Tyrone even think if he saw the QOS tat on my ass?! I finally said "maybe but no promises, but I insist you eat dinner with us". I had basically just given my husband the biggest green light I could have.I instantly regretted those words but I would really sense my arousal spiking. It became noticeable how wet I was, almost like I was gushing down there. The dinner ended without further incident mercifully. Tyrone seemed to be ready to wrap things up and leave us to our own devices when Mike suggested we go to the club and do some dancing. More drinks, some dancing with my husband later, and I could tell he was in need of a break so we found the darkest corner we could and grabbed a booth. As I slid in first all the way to the end my dress ended up catching on the material and riding all the way up to my hip, exposing my ass for all to see, Tyrone and Mike smiled intently as I pulled it back down. Mike slid in across from me but not all the way in, leaving only my side for Tyrone to slip into. After Tyrone sat and slipped in close to me and we had ordered more drinks, Mike promptly announced he was going to the bathroom. There was silene for maybe 10 seconds before Tyrone asked me about my little tattoo on my ass.
I was mortified! He had seen my QOS tat, OMG. My mouth fell open, stunned and not sure what to say. Tyrone filled the silence by scooting in closer and he whispered into my ear, a mere inch away, that he thought it was the sexiest tattoo he had ever seen on the sexiest woman in the building. I still did not have words, unsure of how to react. Tyrone persisted, 'was it a real tat' and 'had we done this before' line of questioning. I needed a minute, so I grabbed my ******* and started chugging it down. As I was halfway through, I felt his hand rest on my thigh, midway up. I almost choked!!! I had to address this head on, so I turned in my seat to face him, and as I did so his hand accidently (?) went higher up my leg and I could feel it almost against my pussy. I looked at him, and said God no we had never done anything like that tattoo suggests, it was only a shared fantasy of mine and my husbands. As I spoke, I leaned in closer to him and Tyrone himself seemed to lean in and turn more towards me. Our legs were almost connected and his was resting just on top of mine. I tingled more and more, the heat building. Tyrone said just a fantasy, what would it take to make it a reality. He came in closer and I put my hand up on his chest which felt like solid metal. As I touched him, I slowly let my fingers play across his chest and up to his shoulders. I dropped my hand down to his knee, Tyrone took this as a sign to move his lips next to mine. Tyrone finally said "I can make any fantasy you have a reality; all you have to do is ask". As he said that, his lips almost touching mine, he grabbed my hand that was on his knee and moved it up until it was touching his cock.
When my hand first touched it, my instinct was to pull away. I glanced down and noticed his cock running down his pant leg and based on that view and what I briefly felt, it was massive! Without a thought my hand went back down to his cock and grasped it firmly. I stroked it up and down, I physically leaned forward some to get a better view, my head now closer to his chest. Tyrone began to grow even more and harden, the girth becoming almost impossibly big. Tyrone let his own hand wander up and his fingers finally found my drenched pussy and the pearly panties I was wearing. The bead he found first was up against my clit and the wave of pleasure it touched off was insane. I pulled my head back and opened my eyes all of the way and finally noticed Mike standing behind Tyrone...how long had he been there?!? I pulled my hand from Tyrones massive black cock and pushed his hand off of my pussy, not sure of the reaction I was about to get from my husband of over 10 years. How much had he seen, was he going to be mad, how did I let this happen, DID HE PLAN THIS? Those were the things running through my head as Tyrone and I collected ourselves and Mike slid in across from us.
Mike smiled broadly, almost evil like. That was my first indication he was not mad. He said "this is going great" and that "I see Tyrone feels right at home". What a smug asshole I thought. Tyrone sensed that this was exactly what Mike wanted. Tyrone looked across at Mike and asked 'what was next'. Mike responded to Tyrone while staring me directly in the eye "We are all going to go upstairs and you are going to do every bad thing you can to Karen. You are going to make her your little black cock slut for the night, and I am going to watch it all happen. How does that sound to you"? The question at the end was for me and not Tyrone, yet he spoke up and said 'that sounds perfect'. I was hesitant, unsure, but I mentally agreed that did in fact sound perfect. My eyes still locked on my husband's eyes, I only smiled and winked.
The trip up the elevator was surreal. I was in-between two men, one my husband, one a black man with a huge cock....who I was going to fuck. I no longer felt dread or apprehension, it only felt inevitable at this point. My thoughts drifted to what my hand had found downstairs. Was he as big as I thought, how was it going to feel, could I take him all....WHERE WAS HE GOING TO CUM?! As soon as I thought it, I knew that I would let him cum anywhere he wanted. It was such a naughty thing to think, and then I wondered how long this would go and maybe he would cum multiple times. I reached for and grabbed Mikes hand, squeezed it tight. As the elevator finally opened and we moved towards our room, I led my husband inside the room finally and without thinking I stopped right in front of the chair in the corner and then slowly pushed him down into it. The tension was insane...I glanced at my husband's lap and noticed his cock poking up and thought to myself that Tyrone was so much larger. I leaned down, almost ******* with lust and squeezed his cock and said "do not cum until the end, I want it". Who was I?!
As I turned around, my anticipation and fear at levels I have never experienced yet somehow matched by animalistic lust, Tyrone had already removed his shirt and shoes. He was a black god in front of me, muscles firm and skin so dark and smooth looking. His briefs contained that massive black cock I had felt in the club and the strain on them was evident. I thought to myself he can do whatever he wants to me tonight. Tyrone pulled at himself through his underwear and I could tell he expected me to remove his underwear. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and he finally stared into my eyes, his gaze suggested I should remove my short dress. I grabbed at the shoulders and slowly dropped them and as I did so, I turned to my head toward my husband and met his eyes as the dress first exposed my lacy bra and exposed the stomach. Further down it went and I turned fully towards Mike so Tyrone could get another view of my ass as the dress finally fell down the top of my cheeks, exposing the pearl panties and QOS tat again. Tyrone was mumbling things to himself while Mike was silent which is a rare thing. I finally stepped out of the dress and turned back to Tyrone, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the ground. Tyrone motioned for me to come close and I obeyed. Standing inches from him, staring at each other, the fire between us was immense. Tyrone leaned down into me and we touched, our lips only, a gentle kiss as our tongues darted in and out of each other mouths. It was so sexy and delicate. His bulging black cock briefly glanced my stomach, already max hardness.
His hands finally began to explore my body, gently caressing the sides and grabbing my shoulders. His hands drifted down to my ass and his thumbs hooked into the pearl panties and pushed them down, exposing my already mostly exposed pussy. I was completely naked, exposed, wet, and ready. The apprehension had left, what was left was only sexual need. Tyrone stared into my eyes and without saying a word I knew it was my turn to expose his beautiful black cock. I dropped to my knees and reached for his briefs and pulled them down slowly. His cock became slowly exposed at the base and further down the shaft, the thickness was like something out of a movie. As his cock became fully in view, I noticed how perfectly plump his head was, slightly larger than the shaft below it and as thick as the base. His cock had several huge and pronounced veins that ran the length of it, precum seemed to almost pour from his tip. Tyrone shifted a little to my left so Mike had a perfect view of the action. My hand instinctively grabbed his big black cock and I stroked it up and down several times, precum was all over my hand now. Tyrone laced his hand into my hair and I inched forward to take his cock into my mouth. As it pressed against my lips I kissed it softly a few times, almost like making out with it. The size is hard to describe, it was probably close to 10 inches and as thick or thicker than a can of coke. I had no idea if I could even fit my mouth around it. Tyrone urged me on and asked if I "liked his black dick". I nodded and said yes, it is the biggest I have ever seen. Tyrone said to not worry and he will take it slow.
My mouth opened and his head slipped past. I twirled my tongue around his head keenly aware that I was giving a show to my husband and that I had just crossed the goal line of his fantasy. Tyrone moaned as I worked my magic on his dick. His hands gripped my hair firmly and he encouraged me up and down. He scooted closer to the bed and sat on the edge. I was leaning forward and sucking his cock, the taste of his precum salty yet savory. He told me to suck his black dick and ordered me to rub my clit, so I happily obliged. It struck me how firm and warm his black cock was. As I worked his cock in my mouth, I struggled to get much more than the head in because of the thickness. Still, I tried my best to give Tyrone the pleasure his cock deserved. My husband tells me that blow jobs are one of my best skills so I pulled out every trick in the book as I twisted and stroked his black cock while I sucked on the head and used my tongue as if it were a lollipop.
Tyrone encouraged me on and now both of his hands were entwined in my red hair applying more ******* which allowed another couple of inches into my mouth. Occasionally he would hit my gag reflex which oddly turned me on. I wondered what my loving husband was thinking at this point, was he still intently watching, was he being a good boy and not playing with himself? Tyrone’s big black cock, 10 inches of manhood was getting closer to the finish. With my right hand I gave a renewed focus to pumping his cock up and down and with my left hand I explored his abs, no longer edging my pussy near orgasm. As Tyrone’s body tensed for the end, he leaned down and told me to keep sucking his black cock and that I was a good little slut. The words only increased my need to finish him. I firmly pressed onto his abs and gripped his cock tight and increased my head bobbing.
The finish was an explosion, Tyrone’s grip became solid and he pulled my head down as far as I could get him, no polite pretext, he wanted to be deep throated. Somehow his cock slipped past my gag reflex as my eyes watered, my nose touching his trimmed pubic hairs and I felt him in my throat. This was only a few seconds before he pulled out to the head and pushed my head back down on his huge black cock and moaned, buried back to the hilt. His moan turned to a mumble and he begged me not to stop and then his body went stiff as a board. His beautiful black cock finally erupted in my throat and it was a torrent of cum. The dam burst and the pure volume of his black cum was incredible as it slid own my throat, his cock pulsing and pulsing. He slowly pulled me off of his cock, still firing spurts of cum as he did. The second and third spurts were when his cock head was only in my mouth and it filled me instantly, cum dribbling out around all sides as I tried to swallow it. He finally pulled his cock from my mouth completely and fired off two more long ropes of cum, hitting my partially opened mouth that was already full of cum and also my chin. I went back to stroking his cock and got one final stream of cum across my tits. I was floored, I had never experienced so much cum before. I swallowed what was left in my mouth and it felt erotic going down as if it were my reward for a job well done. Tyrone looked down at my cum covered face and tits, smiled, and told me round 2 would be even better.
I got to my feet and without thinking turned around and walked over to my husband who apparently had not moved an inch. I glanced down at his cock still contained by his pants and I noticed a wet spot shining through, I wondered if he had fully cum or not? I stood before him covered in my new black bulls cum letting him take it all in. I gave him a wicked smile, his face betrayed that he was in near *******. It also showed me that I was in charge and he was mine to command now. I dropped into his lap and straddle him, let my bare pussy rub up against his bulge. A moan escaped is mouth as I grinded back and forth. I stared deep into his eyes, doing my best to let him know I was in charge. Cum dripping down my lips onto my chin, I grabbed his head and hair with both of my hands, I slowly leaned down and gently kissed his lips. Our eyes were locked together, staring into each other's souls. I parted my lips and he did the same, our tongues met and danced. Soon we were making out uncontrollably, sharing spit and the remnants of my black bulls cum. The taste was savory for me, I wondered what he thought. I pulled back and used a finger to wipe the cum from my chin and lips then placed it in my mouth. I dove back in with an aggressive kiss sharing the flavors with him. This is what he had wanted and from the feel of his cock he was happy. I pulled back again and climbed up him a little further, forsing my cum soaked tits into his mouth one at a time then diving back in for a kiss. I felt Tyrone’s presence behind me...so I glanced over my shoulder to witness his big black cock, already hard again and he was stroking it mere inches behind my now raised up ass.
I brought my knees closer together so my ass would be higher in the air and this ****** me to lay my chest on my husband's chest, my face pressed against his face. My pussy was literally dripping with my need, slick with desire. I stared back into my husband's eyes, bracing myself for the massive black cock that was about to enter into me. Tyrone grabbed my ass cheeks and positioned them to where he wanted. He asked me if I wanted his black cock to fuck my white pussy. I smiled and nodded. He smacked my ass hard, he commanded me to say it out loud. Staring my husband in the eyes, I told Tyrone to I want his big black cock to fuck my little pussy, that I was his black cock slut to use. He gave me another smack on the ass, but gentle this time and told me I was a good little hotwife. Tyrone then began to rub his cock head against my dripping pussy, teasing me as he went up and down the entire slit several times. His black cock felt massive in my mouth, I now wondered how much this was going to hurt going in my pussy, not even the black dildo’s we had used at home were this big. Tyrone finally stopped rubbing his dick against my pussy and just laid it on top of my ass, rocking into me slowly to show how deep he was going to go. It felt like his cock was halfway up my back leaving a trail of precum, my husband no longer staring into my eyes but instead a look of worry came across his face as Tyrone showed off how deep his manhood was about to strike.
Suddenly Tyrone was at my entrance again...the head pressed firmly against my opening and the very tip forsing its way in. His hardness was amazing considering I had just sucked him dry. He gripped my ass and hips, pressing harder against the opening but meeting with some resistance. I felt him part my lips and opening some, beginning to stretch me in the process. I closed my eyes instinctively, breathing in deep so I could relax. With his massive black cock fighting its way into my pussy, I gasped out loud as he finally thrust forward purposefully, his entire head now inside of my pussy. The pain was sharp but the pleasure radiated through my whole body. I was full of his black cock and yet I knew it was just the beginning. I was moaning uncontrollably as he pressed into me, 2 inches then 3 inches. He backed his cock back out to the tip, my lips pulling against him as he retreated. Beneath me I could feel my husband's body breathing fast, his excitement obvious. Tyrone thrust into me hard again, burying even more of his massive black dick into my now sopping pussy before the tightness stopped him. Halfway in now, Tyrone just kept his cock in me, letting me get used to his size. His hands firmly on my hips, he withdrew again and thrust back in, stretching my pussy and filling to the max. Inch by inch he buried his big black cock in me, my need and desire building as he pumped. My abs were tense and I breathed rapidly with each thrust, starting to push myself back onto him, wanting even more. I was close to my first orgasm, a reward I had surely earned over the last 10 years. Tyrone picked up the tempo and his cock was hitting me in places I had never known existed. I opened my eyes finally so I could look at my husband, with each thrust in Tyrone ****** my lips to gently brush against Mike’s. I leaned all the way in and began to make out with Mike again, moaning directly into his mouth. Tyrone let go of my hips and ass, gave me a quick hard smack and then reached both of his hands around my body to grabbed at my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers in the process.
He pulled me off of Mike, using my breasts and nipples as his grip. I exploded, a tsunami rolling across my body from my pussy through my head. My sex clinched around his massive black dick making it feel even tighter. My nipples ached with sensitivity, the orgasm a wonderful crescendo that took my breathe away. I tried to close my eyes but each new thrust into my pussy prevented me. I was shaking and moaning, Tyrone told me to take his black dick and asked me if I liked it. I knew what he wanted, so I stared my husband in the eyes and said I love his black cock and that I was cumming. My juices flowed around his cock as he pumped into me through my orgasm, the stretch no longer as present but the fullness even more so. As I was riding the orgasm to the last, Tyrone suddenly pushed me back down onto my husband and I promptly began to kiss him again. Tyrone held himself still inside of my pussy as my last spasm subsided then began to slowly pull out. He then began to push back into my pussy, slow and deliberate, his goal was clear: bury his huge black dick inside me. I thought that his cock filled me before but Tyrone told me it was time to take all of his dick, I wondered if there was more?!
Tyrone was now in total control, any thought that I had about being in partial control was out the window. My pussy was for his pleasure and I loved the feeling of being submissive to him but dominating my husband through that submission. Tyrone held my ass hard, and his cock was hitting my the far back recesses of my womb, the fat head pushing the limits of pleasure as my lips struggled to relax around him. My first orgasm had barely subsided when the next one began. With a great moan and powerful thrust, Tyrone slid deep into me, his balls against my clit, the mission complete as he entered me fully. He pulled to the tip and drove back into me; his cock fully buried into me. He said he was going to cum in my pussy as he continued this incredible assault. My orgasm was almost there. Without warning he let go with one hand and then pressed his thumb into my asshole, sending me over the edge again. This orgasm was even more intense than the last one because his cock was buried completely and his thumb was now in my ass, forsing me to squeeze my pussy. Tyrone began to grunt and moan, his cock expanding just a bit more as he dumped his hot black cum into my pussy, stroking the entire length of his 10-inch cock into me as he filled me with cum. The strokes in and out were incredible and I knew this was the single greatest sexual experience of my life. How could I have waited so long to do this?!!! My breathing was rapid and I felt his cock spurting into me over and over which caused my pussy to pulse in response, I wonder if he was cumming as much as the first time.
Tyrone was finally still behind me, his cock buried only halfway and he let his finger out of my ass as my own orgasm ended. He told me I was now his black cock slut and asked if I wanted him to spend the night. I told Tyrone I was his and he could use me all night, that I need him again already. I said this as I stared my husband in the eyes, full of black dick and cum. A naughty thought crossed my mind, Tyrone began to slip out of me completely as he backed away from the spectacle that just ended, a final gentle smack on my ass as he finally fell out of me. I pulled myself into a kneeling position, leaning over my husband, I kissed him firmly on the lips then I slowly climbed up his body, standing on the chair as I gripped his hair and head. I raised my pussy up and ****** his head back, hovering over his face. I told my husband, the love of my life, to lick my pussy. I lowered my pussy lips to his mouth as I felt my black bulls cum begin to leak out of me. Mike found my clit first, sucking intensely as if it were a ******* of water in the desert. I angled my pussy up and his tongue trailed lower and lower before finally entering into my opening, tasting the mix of my cum and my bulls cum for sure. As he licked me and worked my pussy over, I fell into an immediate third orgasm, screaming and writhing as I straddled my husband's face, using his head as leverage to hold me up. I felt my pussy clenching around his tongue, pushing cum out as I came again myself. I was back in control now, making my husband please me and clean me up. I kept bucking and spasming as he licked me, the final burst of juices leaving my stretched-out pussy. I slowly slid back down my husband's face back to straddling his lap, I attempted to kiss him and make out with him, but all of my energy was sapped from the 3 best orgasms of my life. I was literally spent and I slipped down onto the floor in front of my husband, laying on my back with Tyrone standing over me stroking his massive black cock. Tyrone looked at me and my husband and said that this was just the start of the night so catch your breath. I could only hope so.
Let me back up first. When I had married my husband over 10 years ago, we were a pretty insatiable couple sexually. We tried almost everything at least once, good or bad. My husband Mike was always pushing the boundaries with me and frequently brought up the topic of adding someone to our love making, female at first but eventually he dropped a bombshell on me. His deepest and dirtiest fantasy was to watch me get pleasured by a black man with a huge dick, a big black cock to be specific. As he described this to me, I was shocked and repulsed. How could my husband, a man I now share children with, want me to do such a dirty thing. It was almost incomprehensible especially as I had not had many sexual partners before we had gotten married. I emphatically rejected the notion, not because I didn't find black men attractive, but only because I was married. Had I known that my husband was going to be so persistent, I would have probably just caved in sooner.
He would describe his fantasies to me during sex, talking about the dirtiest scenarios you only find in porn like being fucked from behind while he was underneath me licking my clit. Other scenarios involved me going out alone to meet this BBC stranger in a hotel then coming home to be 'reclaimed' by my husband where he would suck my creampie pussy and fuck me afterwards. No matter how off the wall these scenarios were, he was turned on by it. He ended up buying me 'BBC Slut' panties and black dildos and Queen of Spade buttplugs. I slowly used all of these toys and randomly wore the clothing to tease him. It was a lot of fun getting outside the comfort zone and to fantasize about things and I had to admit thatI eventually became turned on by many of these scenarios. In public he would try and take me to places where I would end up getting stared at by black men and nudge me whenever it happened.
All of this activity took place over 10 or more years of marriage. We had 3 ******* together and had built a wonderful life. We had exited the phase where we planned on more children. After all the ******* and some hard work, I was still in great shape with curves in all the right places and as my husband said, "an ass built for black cock". Couple that with my red hair and freckles and my husband insisted I was the sexiest woman alive for him. As the years past, somehow I knew that this fantasy was a bigger deal for my husband than I had ever known. I had played along enough and passively encouraged the fantasy aspect but was clear that I had no intentions of following through with it. Whenever we had the fantasy versus real life component, my husband always seemed to get sad, depressed almost! It was like he would drift away mentally and wistfully think of some other reality where I was his little black cock slut.
There was no one specific moment that convinced me to fuck a black guy. It was everything in totality. I loved looking at interracial porn after 10 years, I would watch it while my husband went down on me. I noticed attractive black men more frequently and the naughty thoughts about how big they were slowly happened. I wanted to make my husband happy and eventually I admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck a black guy, to truly experience a massive cock. My favorite porn scenes always involved a woman being stretched for the first time while her husband watched in the corner, jerking off, but sometimes in a cage. I also loved the cleanup scenes and the creampies, I wondered if my husband would do it in real live. Underlying all of these thoughts was the desire to be in charge, control and dominate my husband. He was a large, dominant alpha male....a man's man for sure. More than any other aspect of this BBC fantasy was the desire to make my husband bend to my will.
I had not planned on being in this position today, the weekend of my husbands birthday. And honestly, I could not have planned this if I had wanted. Tyrone literally just kind of fell into my lap as we celebrated the birthday without any ******* at a swanky hotel in downtown Arlington. Amazing steak dinner, awesome drinks, a little weed to cap off the night. Tyrone just happened to have the room next to us! When we checked into the hotel, he was directly in front of waiting for the clerk. I was nudged in the side and Mike whispered to me "what do you think of this one" as he nodded towards a very fine looking black man. We were both called to check in with different clerks at the same time. We were put on the top floor as Mike is Platinum with Marriot. As we entered the elevator, our black friend came in right behind us and said 10th floor...our floor. Mike and Tyrone had the same suitcase of all things.
When the elevator stopped and opened at the top floor, he said lovely ladies first and swept his arm towards the door. As I disembarked, I felt eyes on my ass. I wore jean shorts that were almost daisy dukes and a cute crop top that showed a fair amount of my stomach. Behind me I heard Mike insist that the black man exit next, which he reluctantly did. Mike caught up and we all ended up going down the hall together in semi awkward silence, me first, the black man second, followed by my husband. We all stopped next to the same set of doors that were next to each other, the very end of the hallway. We chuckled casually and Mike quipped that maybe we were double booked for the same room, but fortunately we only had adjoining rooms. Mike quickly introduced himself and the black man did the same, formally as Tyrone. Mike introduced me and I reached out to shake his hands and felt the firmness of his grip and followed by a very sexual tingle. Tyrone wished us a happy evening and we went into our separate rooms.
I could sense instantly that my husband was aroused by the innocent encounter. He informed me that Tyrone stared at my ass hard, like couldn't take his eyes off of it. I ignored him mostly as I began preparations for later on in the evening. I showered, shaved, waxed, and prepped for the night. I was wearing a lovely lace bra, pearl panties, and a sexy dress that barely covered my ass, no reaching up high or bending over for me tonight unless I wanted to put on a show. The final kicker, I decided to put on a QOS temporary tattoo on my right ass cheek, an accessory I knew that Mike loved. This late addition would drive him even crazier knowing our hotel neighbor was black. We were all set for the night, but the first stop was to put on a little show for my husband. I put him down on the corner chair and did a slow seductive dance. I made sure to bend over all the way, showing him the tattoo and the pearl panties. He pawed at my ass and placed gentle kisses on each cheek as he reached around to rub the beads as they were intertwined with my pussy. I was instantly wet, ready to skip dinner and fuck his brains out. Somehow, we stopped ourselves, difficult as that was.
We ended up down in the hotel bar and as we found the only empty seats, they happened to be next to our new friend Tyrone. We took our seat and Tyrone turned with a happy surprised look and said "Karen and Mike", leaning in for a handshake that I mistook for a hug, a little bit of awkwardness. I missed his hand and snuggled into him accidently, his smell intoxicating and his body incredibly firm. He turned his head into mine and his beautiful chocolate lips glanced my ear, I could feel the warmness and sudden desire escape his mouth. As we broke apart, we all kind of chuckled at the mishap and laughed it off. Tyrone insisted on buying us drinks and I took the seat next to him because Mike had taken the other one, intentionally no doubt. Mike was always trying to see how far he could push me. Tyrone was a salesman, a former college football player, and more importantly, single. He was in town for work and was trying to relax after a successful day. Soon we found ourselves altering our dinner reservation to make it 3, Tyrone protested and said he would not be a third wheel. Mike said nonsense, Karen will make sure you feel right at home and attend to your needs. It was such a weird statement, inuendo filled, and not subtle at all. Tyrone looked us both over and his smile only got bigger.
I felt like I should have said something, but the drinks had already had a bit of an effect on me. I smiled as he smiled, but more demurely. The suggestion my husband had just made was naughty, but this was also the first time an opportunity had really presented itself. What would Tyrone even think if he saw the QOS tat on my ass?! I finally said "maybe but no promises, but I insist you eat dinner with us". I had basically just given my husband the biggest green light I could have.I instantly regretted those words but I would really sense my arousal spiking. It became noticeable how wet I was, almost like I was gushing down there. The dinner ended without further incident mercifully. Tyrone seemed to be ready to wrap things up and leave us to our own devices when Mike suggested we go to the club and do some dancing. More drinks, some dancing with my husband later, and I could tell he was in need of a break so we found the darkest corner we could and grabbed a booth. As I slid in first all the way to the end my dress ended up catching on the material and riding all the way up to my hip, exposing my ass for all to see, Tyrone and Mike smiled intently as I pulled it back down. Mike slid in across from me but not all the way in, leaving only my side for Tyrone to slip into. After Tyrone sat and slipped in close to me and we had ordered more drinks, Mike promptly announced he was going to the bathroom. There was silene for maybe 10 seconds before Tyrone asked me about my little tattoo on my ass.
I was mortified! He had seen my QOS tat, OMG. My mouth fell open, stunned and not sure what to say. Tyrone filled the silence by scooting in closer and he whispered into my ear, a mere inch away, that he thought it was the sexiest tattoo he had ever seen on the sexiest woman in the building. I still did not have words, unsure of how to react. Tyrone persisted, 'was it a real tat' and 'had we done this before' line of questioning. I needed a minute, so I grabbed my ******* and started chugging it down. As I was halfway through, I felt his hand rest on my thigh, midway up. I almost choked!!! I had to address this head on, so I turned in my seat to face him, and as I did so his hand accidently (?) went higher up my leg and I could feel it almost against my pussy. I looked at him, and said God no we had never done anything like that tattoo suggests, it was only a shared fantasy of mine and my husbands. As I spoke, I leaned in closer to him and Tyrone himself seemed to lean in and turn more towards me. Our legs were almost connected and his was resting just on top of mine. I tingled more and more, the heat building. Tyrone said just a fantasy, what would it take to make it a reality. He came in closer and I put my hand up on his chest which felt like solid metal. As I touched him, I slowly let my fingers play across his chest and up to his shoulders. I dropped my hand down to his knee, Tyrone took this as a sign to move his lips next to mine. Tyrone finally said "I can make any fantasy you have a reality; all you have to do is ask". As he said that, his lips almost touching mine, he grabbed my hand that was on his knee and moved it up until it was touching his cock.
When my hand first touched it, my instinct was to pull away. I glanced down and noticed his cock running down his pant leg and based on that view and what I briefly felt, it was massive! Without a thought my hand went back down to his cock and grasped it firmly. I stroked it up and down, I physically leaned forward some to get a better view, my head now closer to his chest. Tyrone began to grow even more and harden, the girth becoming almost impossibly big. Tyrone let his own hand wander up and his fingers finally found my drenched pussy and the pearly panties I was wearing. The bead he found first was up against my clit and the wave of pleasure it touched off was insane. I pulled my head back and opened my eyes all of the way and finally noticed Mike standing behind Tyrone...how long had he been there?!? I pulled my hand from Tyrones massive black cock and pushed his hand off of my pussy, not sure of the reaction I was about to get from my husband of over 10 years. How much had he seen, was he going to be mad, how did I let this happen, DID HE PLAN THIS? Those were the things running through my head as Tyrone and I collected ourselves and Mike slid in across from us.
Mike smiled broadly, almost evil like. That was my first indication he was not mad. He said "this is going great" and that "I see Tyrone feels right at home". What a smug asshole I thought. Tyrone sensed that this was exactly what Mike wanted. Tyrone looked across at Mike and asked 'what was next'. Mike responded to Tyrone while staring me directly in the eye "We are all going to go upstairs and you are going to do every bad thing you can to Karen. You are going to make her your little black cock slut for the night, and I am going to watch it all happen. How does that sound to you"? The question at the end was for me and not Tyrone, yet he spoke up and said 'that sounds perfect'. I was hesitant, unsure, but I mentally agreed that did in fact sound perfect. My eyes still locked on my husband's eyes, I only smiled and winked.
The trip up the elevator was surreal. I was in-between two men, one my husband, one a black man with a huge cock....who I was going to fuck. I no longer felt dread or apprehension, it only felt inevitable at this point. My thoughts drifted to what my hand had found downstairs. Was he as big as I thought, how was it going to feel, could I take him all....WHERE WAS HE GOING TO CUM?! As soon as I thought it, I knew that I would let him cum anywhere he wanted. It was such a naughty thing to think, and then I wondered how long this would go and maybe he would cum multiple times. I reached for and grabbed Mikes hand, squeezed it tight. As the elevator finally opened and we moved towards our room, I led my husband inside the room finally and without thinking I stopped right in front of the chair in the corner and then slowly pushed him down into it. The tension was insane...I glanced at my husband's lap and noticed his cock poking up and thought to myself that Tyrone was so much larger. I leaned down, almost ******* with lust and squeezed his cock and said "do not cum until the end, I want it". Who was I?!
As I turned around, my anticipation and fear at levels I have never experienced yet somehow matched by animalistic lust, Tyrone had already removed his shirt and shoes. He was a black god in front of me, muscles firm and skin so dark and smooth looking. His briefs contained that massive black cock I had felt in the club and the strain on them was evident. I thought to myself he can do whatever he wants to me tonight. Tyrone pulled at himself through his underwear and I could tell he expected me to remove his underwear. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and he finally stared into my eyes, his gaze suggested I should remove my short dress. I grabbed at the shoulders and slowly dropped them and as I did so, I turned to my head toward my husband and met his eyes as the dress first exposed my lacy bra and exposed the stomach. Further down it went and I turned fully towards Mike so Tyrone could get another view of my ass as the dress finally fell down the top of my cheeks, exposing the pearl panties and QOS tat again. Tyrone was mumbling things to himself while Mike was silent which is a rare thing. I finally stepped out of the dress and turned back to Tyrone, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the ground. Tyrone motioned for me to come close and I obeyed. Standing inches from him, staring at each other, the fire between us was immense. Tyrone leaned down into me and we touched, our lips only, a gentle kiss as our tongues darted in and out of each other mouths. It was so sexy and delicate. His bulging black cock briefly glanced my stomach, already max hardness.
His hands finally began to explore my body, gently caressing the sides and grabbing my shoulders. His hands drifted down to my ass and his thumbs hooked into the pearl panties and pushed them down, exposing my already mostly exposed pussy. I was completely naked, exposed, wet, and ready. The apprehension had left, what was left was only sexual need. Tyrone stared into my eyes and without saying a word I knew it was my turn to expose his beautiful black cock. I dropped to my knees and reached for his briefs and pulled them down slowly. His cock became slowly exposed at the base and further down the shaft, the thickness was like something out of a movie. As his cock became fully in view, I noticed how perfectly plump his head was, slightly larger than the shaft below it and as thick as the base. His cock had several huge and pronounced veins that ran the length of it, precum seemed to almost pour from his tip. Tyrone shifted a little to my left so Mike had a perfect view of the action. My hand instinctively grabbed his big black cock and I stroked it up and down several times, precum was all over my hand now. Tyrone laced his hand into my hair and I inched forward to take his cock into my mouth. As it pressed against my lips I kissed it softly a few times, almost like making out with it. The size is hard to describe, it was probably close to 10 inches and as thick or thicker than a can of coke. I had no idea if I could even fit my mouth around it. Tyrone urged me on and asked if I "liked his black dick". I nodded and said yes, it is the biggest I have ever seen. Tyrone said to not worry and he will take it slow.
My mouth opened and his head slipped past. I twirled my tongue around his head keenly aware that I was giving a show to my husband and that I had just crossed the goal line of his fantasy. Tyrone moaned as I worked my magic on his dick. His hands gripped my hair firmly and he encouraged me up and down. He scooted closer to the bed and sat on the edge. I was leaning forward and sucking his cock, the taste of his precum salty yet savory. He told me to suck his black dick and ordered me to rub my clit, so I happily obliged. It struck me how firm and warm his black cock was. As I worked his cock in my mouth, I struggled to get much more than the head in because of the thickness. Still, I tried my best to give Tyrone the pleasure his cock deserved. My husband tells me that blow jobs are one of my best skills so I pulled out every trick in the book as I twisted and stroked his black cock while I sucked on the head and used my tongue as if it were a lollipop.
Tyrone encouraged me on and now both of his hands were entwined in my red hair applying more ******* which allowed another couple of inches into my mouth. Occasionally he would hit my gag reflex which oddly turned me on. I wondered what my loving husband was thinking at this point, was he still intently watching, was he being a good boy and not playing with himself? Tyrone’s big black cock, 10 inches of manhood was getting closer to the finish. With my right hand I gave a renewed focus to pumping his cock up and down and with my left hand I explored his abs, no longer edging my pussy near orgasm. As Tyrone’s body tensed for the end, he leaned down and told me to keep sucking his black cock and that I was a good little slut. The words only increased my need to finish him. I firmly pressed onto his abs and gripped his cock tight and increased my head bobbing.
The finish was an explosion, Tyrone’s grip became solid and he pulled my head down as far as I could get him, no polite pretext, he wanted to be deep throated. Somehow his cock slipped past my gag reflex as my eyes watered, my nose touching his trimmed pubic hairs and I felt him in my throat. This was only a few seconds before he pulled out to the head and pushed my head back down on his huge black cock and moaned, buried back to the hilt. His moan turned to a mumble and he begged me not to stop and then his body went stiff as a board. His beautiful black cock finally erupted in my throat and it was a torrent of cum. The dam burst and the pure volume of his black cum was incredible as it slid own my throat, his cock pulsing and pulsing. He slowly pulled me off of his cock, still firing spurts of cum as he did. The second and third spurts were when his cock head was only in my mouth and it filled me instantly, cum dribbling out around all sides as I tried to swallow it. He finally pulled his cock from my mouth completely and fired off two more long ropes of cum, hitting my partially opened mouth that was already full of cum and also my chin. I went back to stroking his cock and got one final stream of cum across my tits. I was floored, I had never experienced so much cum before. I swallowed what was left in my mouth and it felt erotic going down as if it were my reward for a job well done. Tyrone looked down at my cum covered face and tits, smiled, and told me round 2 would be even better.
I got to my feet and without thinking turned around and walked over to my husband who apparently had not moved an inch. I glanced down at his cock still contained by his pants and I noticed a wet spot shining through, I wondered if he had fully cum or not? I stood before him covered in my new black bulls cum letting him take it all in. I gave him a wicked smile, his face betrayed that he was in near *******. It also showed me that I was in charge and he was mine to command now. I dropped into his lap and straddle him, let my bare pussy rub up against his bulge. A moan escaped is mouth as I grinded back and forth. I stared deep into his eyes, doing my best to let him know I was in charge. Cum dripping down my lips onto my chin, I grabbed his head and hair with both of my hands, I slowly leaned down and gently kissed his lips. Our eyes were locked together, staring into each other's souls. I parted my lips and he did the same, our tongues met and danced. Soon we were making out uncontrollably, sharing spit and the remnants of my black bulls cum. The taste was savory for me, I wondered what he thought. I pulled back and used a finger to wipe the cum from my chin and lips then placed it in my mouth. I dove back in with an aggressive kiss sharing the flavors with him. This is what he had wanted and from the feel of his cock he was happy. I pulled back again and climbed up him a little further, forsing my cum soaked tits into his mouth one at a time then diving back in for a kiss. I felt Tyrone’s presence behind me...so I glanced over my shoulder to witness his big black cock, already hard again and he was stroking it mere inches behind my now raised up ass.
I brought my knees closer together so my ass would be higher in the air and this ****** me to lay my chest on my husband's chest, my face pressed against his face. My pussy was literally dripping with my need, slick with desire. I stared back into my husband's eyes, bracing myself for the massive black cock that was about to enter into me. Tyrone grabbed my ass cheeks and positioned them to where he wanted. He asked me if I wanted his black cock to fuck my white pussy. I smiled and nodded. He smacked my ass hard, he commanded me to say it out loud. Staring my husband in the eyes, I told Tyrone to I want his big black cock to fuck my little pussy, that I was his black cock slut to use. He gave me another smack on the ass, but gentle this time and told me I was a good little hotwife. Tyrone then began to rub his cock head against my dripping pussy, teasing me as he went up and down the entire slit several times. His black cock felt massive in my mouth, I now wondered how much this was going to hurt going in my pussy, not even the black dildo’s we had used at home were this big. Tyrone finally stopped rubbing his dick against my pussy and just laid it on top of my ass, rocking into me slowly to show how deep he was going to go. It felt like his cock was halfway up my back leaving a trail of precum, my husband no longer staring into my eyes but instead a look of worry came across his face as Tyrone showed off how deep his manhood was about to strike.
Suddenly Tyrone was at my entrance again...the head pressed firmly against my opening and the very tip forsing its way in. His hardness was amazing considering I had just sucked him dry. He gripped my ass and hips, pressing harder against the opening but meeting with some resistance. I felt him part my lips and opening some, beginning to stretch me in the process. I closed my eyes instinctively, breathing in deep so I could relax. With his massive black cock fighting its way into my pussy, I gasped out loud as he finally thrust forward purposefully, his entire head now inside of my pussy. The pain was sharp but the pleasure radiated through my whole body. I was full of his black cock and yet I knew it was just the beginning. I was moaning uncontrollably as he pressed into me, 2 inches then 3 inches. He backed his cock back out to the tip, my lips pulling against him as he retreated. Beneath me I could feel my husband's body breathing fast, his excitement obvious. Tyrone thrust into me hard again, burying even more of his massive black dick into my now sopping pussy before the tightness stopped him. Halfway in now, Tyrone just kept his cock in me, letting me get used to his size. His hands firmly on my hips, he withdrew again and thrust back in, stretching my pussy and filling to the max. Inch by inch he buried his big black cock in me, my need and desire building as he pumped. My abs were tense and I breathed rapidly with each thrust, starting to push myself back onto him, wanting even more. I was close to my first orgasm, a reward I had surely earned over the last 10 years. Tyrone picked up the tempo and his cock was hitting me in places I had never known existed. I opened my eyes finally so I could look at my husband, with each thrust in Tyrone ****** my lips to gently brush against Mike’s. I leaned all the way in and began to make out with Mike again, moaning directly into his mouth. Tyrone let go of my hips and ass, gave me a quick hard smack and then reached both of his hands around my body to grabbed at my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers in the process.
He pulled me off of Mike, using my breasts and nipples as his grip. I exploded, a tsunami rolling across my body from my pussy through my head. My sex clinched around his massive black dick making it feel even tighter. My nipples ached with sensitivity, the orgasm a wonderful crescendo that took my breathe away. I tried to close my eyes but each new thrust into my pussy prevented me. I was shaking and moaning, Tyrone told me to take his black dick and asked me if I liked it. I knew what he wanted, so I stared my husband in the eyes and said I love his black cock and that I was cumming. My juices flowed around his cock as he pumped into me through my orgasm, the stretch no longer as present but the fullness even more so. As I was riding the orgasm to the last, Tyrone suddenly pushed me back down onto my husband and I promptly began to kiss him again. Tyrone held himself still inside of my pussy as my last spasm subsided then began to slowly pull out. He then began to push back into my pussy, slow and deliberate, his goal was clear: bury his huge black dick inside me. I thought that his cock filled me before but Tyrone told me it was time to take all of his dick, I wondered if there was more?!
Tyrone was now in total control, any thought that I had about being in partial control was out the window. My pussy was for his pleasure and I loved the feeling of being submissive to him but dominating my husband through that submission. Tyrone held my ass hard, and his cock was hitting my the far back recesses of my womb, the fat head pushing the limits of pleasure as my lips struggled to relax around him. My first orgasm had barely subsided when the next one began. With a great moan and powerful thrust, Tyrone slid deep into me, his balls against my clit, the mission complete as he entered me fully. He pulled to the tip and drove back into me; his cock fully buried into me. He said he was going to cum in my pussy as he continued this incredible assault. My orgasm was almost there. Without warning he let go with one hand and then pressed his thumb into my asshole, sending me over the edge again. This orgasm was even more intense than the last one because his cock was buried completely and his thumb was now in my ass, forsing me to squeeze my pussy. Tyrone began to grunt and moan, his cock expanding just a bit more as he dumped his hot black cum into my pussy, stroking the entire length of his 10-inch cock into me as he filled me with cum. The strokes in and out were incredible and I knew this was the single greatest sexual experience of my life. How could I have waited so long to do this?!!! My breathing was rapid and I felt his cock spurting into me over and over which caused my pussy to pulse in response, I wonder if he was cumming as much as the first time.
Tyrone was finally still behind me, his cock buried only halfway and he let his finger out of my ass as my own orgasm ended. He told me I was now his black cock slut and asked if I wanted him to spend the night. I told Tyrone I was his and he could use me all night, that I need him again already. I said this as I stared my husband in the eyes, full of black dick and cum. A naughty thought crossed my mind, Tyrone began to slip out of me completely as he backed away from the spectacle that just ended, a final gentle smack on my ass as he finally fell out of me. I pulled myself into a kneeling position, leaning over my husband, I kissed him firmly on the lips then I slowly climbed up his body, standing on the chair as I gripped his hair and head. I raised my pussy up and ****** his head back, hovering over his face. I told my husband, the love of my life, to lick my pussy. I lowered my pussy lips to his mouth as I felt my black bulls cum begin to leak out of me. Mike found my clit first, sucking intensely as if it were a ******* of water in the desert. I angled my pussy up and his tongue trailed lower and lower before finally entering into my opening, tasting the mix of my cum and my bulls cum for sure. As he licked me and worked my pussy over, I fell into an immediate third orgasm, screaming and writhing as I straddled my husband's face, using his head as leverage to hold me up. I felt my pussy clenching around his tongue, pushing cum out as I came again myself. I was back in control now, making my husband please me and clean me up. I kept bucking and spasming as he licked me, the final burst of juices leaving my stretched-out pussy. I slowly slid back down my husband's face back to straddling his lap, I attempted to kiss him and make out with him, but all of my energy was sapped from the 3 best orgasms of my life. I was literally spent and I slipped down onto the floor in front of my husband, laying on my back with Tyrone standing over me stroking his massive black cock. Tyrone looked at me and my husband and said that this was just the start of the night so catch your breath. I could only hope so.
