Always the safe play for couples where husband knows and approves. Lots of husbands who don't know about their wives wanting BBC or their wives aleady with black men
Seduced Aggressively
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Susan here. Good advice for her. We always prefer couples together but we see lots of women too. Seems like the message is out and circulating. If you are not fucking a black man you are missing great sex and you need to start soon. And so many women have too
Women are much better at being discrete than men are. Several years ago I consulted for an up and coming business. The owner found my help useful and invited me and my wife to a nice restaurant. Much to my surprise his wife was someone I have been seeing frequently for a couple of years. We made the introductions and enjoyed a great meal. She and my wife got along very well and there wasn't any indication from her that we had ever met before that evening. We had a good conversation about the incident the next time we got together. Most of my life has be governed by NDA's so I am by nature a bit secretive.
One of the aspects of extra marital sex without your spouses knowledge is being able to account for the time you spend getting laid. There has to be logical and preferably verifiable accounting for the missing time. And you can't arrive home disheveled with cum running down your legs
If my experience is any indication there are likely a lot of women that are getting a little or a lot of sex on the side
Different people, different desires and turn-ons. Talk with a woman prior to or after sex, at the end of the day, no one is on here primarily for talking. And from my experience with sites like this, women are as sexually aggressive as men. When folks come to these sites, they want something different. Yes, it is often carnal. Some people like a mix of carnal and the vanilla, while a few others "maybe" want pseudo-vanilla. At the end of the day, no one came on here because their primary goal was conversation and companionship. So to each its own. Aggressive, intelligent, some other flavor? They are all hot to somebody. I am here to fuck a hot woman. How we get there is a matter of how our desires match. But believe you me, whether we talk about rocket science, neuroscience or pokemon, make no mistake that I want that pussy.
From my Clubbing story:
I remember feeling the butterflies in my stomach during the cab ride back to Kim’s place. Deon would be my first Black, if I let him. His hands caressed the tops of my legs as we chatted, there was great eye contact.
We exited the cab together and practically tumbled into Kim’s small apartment. Kim and her hook up, Rodell, disappeared into her side bedroom, leaving me alone with Deon in the tiny living room.
We sat next to each other on the couch. He put his arm around me and asked me if I was all right.
“It’s all right,” I nodded as I spoke. He pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips.
After a slight hesitation, I responded by pressing my breasts into his chest and kissed him back. This was all the encouragement he needed.
His response was swift. His hand felt up my side and then cupped my left breast. I stiffened at this intrusion. Pushing his hand away, I said, "No, I can't, I have a boyfriend."
Instead, he kept pushing, weakening my resistance with every kiss, every caress. Taking a breath from our locked kips, he said confidently, "What's the matter, Samantha, a little feel won't do any harm,". It must have been the alcohol and the late hours that lowered my defenses.
Not to mention my inner desire to have this hunk guy screw me hard. The adventure of it.
Soon, his attentions to my body began to have the desired effect. My breathing became heavier, I returned his kisses more passionately, pressed my body closer to his so that my entire left side was touching him from shoulder to knee.
I felt the zip on the back of my top sliding down. His experienced hand then began to pull my top forwards, sliding it off my shoulders. His hand rested on my exposed shoulder for a moment, then I felt the back of my bra being undone, the straps being drawn down my arms until I was naked from the waist up. My breasts, with my hardened nipples pointing straight out, exposed to his gaze. They revealed my true feelings regarding his aggressive behavior.
"No, I can't," I moaned, breaking another passionate kiss.
Deon coolly responded, "Yes you can." He kissed me several times more, drawing me into his muscular chest before pushing me back into the couch until I was laying across it, my chest open, naked and spread out before him. My hard nipples pointing straight to the ceiling.
From this position, his fingers traced circles around my breasts until they found my areolas. With his index finger and thumbs he pinched and teased my already sensitive nipples. I think I practically purred under his touch.
For a while he was content with this state making out. However, as I recall, in a few minutes his hand began wandering up and down my body, sometimes caressing my breasts, sometimes my belly, but all the while going lower and lower.
His fingers felt so warm, so passionate as he drew circles around my belly button. After this playful caressing of my belly, I felt his fingers slipping under my skirt and down my nylon encased legs.
At the same moment, Deon placed his head on my left breast and started to suck and gently bite my left nipple. This made it go rock hard sensitive. My mind was spinning from the passion and the alcohol.
With his tongue fluttering around my hard left nipple, he moved his hand from my inner thigh back up toward my pussy. His fingers pushed against the muscle and flesh of my inner thigh until they reached my pelvis.
After a pause that must have been less than a few seconds, those same finger started rubbing my mound. I moaned despite myself. I felt his fingers slip past the top of my nylon stockings, then into my panties. Wriggling and caressing my pubic hair with those strong fingers pressing into my flesh.
I shifted ever so slightly, a move that brought his fingers to my clit and pussy lips; a domain where only my boyfriend had been granted access to for the past eight years.
My body betrayed me as my thighs parted to give him easier access. I realized Keith was whispering in my ear, “lose the skirt, now.”
Almost as though it was someone else, I found myself levering my body up and sliding the skirt over my hips until it fell to the floor.
With his fingers still exploring my outer pussy seam, he commanded "Now these," pulling at the elasticated waist of my stockings and panties. A few hours before I would have said compliance to such a request was ridiculous.
Instead, spread out below this muscular and aggressive black man, on my friend’s sofa, I submissively stood up, hooked my thumbs into the elastic and removed the last articles of my clothing. Tossing my panties to the floor. My entire body was exposed to his gaze, touch and unspoken, to his use.
As I laid back on the couch, he lowered himself on top of me, his knees spreading my thighs even further apart. I hadn't even noticed that he had unzipped himself and gotten his stiff cock out, as he had not removed any of his clothes. As I suspected, lowing my eyes to catch a glimpse of his manhood, it was enormous. At least twice the size of my boyfriend, or any other boys that I had been with, in length and girth. To my surprise, I also noticed that he was uncut.
Shivers raced down my spine. This was the first uncircumcised cock that I had been with. The sheath of skin still covering most of his cock head, even though it was stretched taught by his foreskin. I was so curious as how it would work and feel inside of me.
The roughness of his cloths against my exposed skin seemed to excite me even more. I felt his steel-like hardness pressing against my warm and now wet pussy entrance. My voice almost caught in my throat as I asked him to use a condom as I was not on the Pill.
With his uncut manhood still pressing at my entrance, whispered into my left ear,"don’t worry Babe, I will be careful to pull out.”
I stiffened my body, desperate now to have him stop, get a condom. I did not want to take a chance. I still had the faculty of mind to be aware of the risk.
Before I could open my mouth and protest, it was too late. Pressing his chest into mine, his cock head pushed past my lips and slid the rest of his length into my warm, wet, accommodating pussy. It felt like my 8" dildo, Mr Bee, only with more girth and fleshier.
I can recall, as his cock slid past my lips, I could feel that outer skin of his peal back and form a ridge of skin as he bore, tunneled really, into my pussy.
At that instant, my mind froze, everything changed. As his cock was filling me and nothing mattered anymore except I wanted that long stiff rod pounding in and out of my wet pussy. I was urging him on and telling him how good this was. “Ooooo-ing” every time his balls slapped against the outer skin of my pussy. I could feel how large and heavy they were by that action.
He was saying things like, "What a hot sweet cunt" and "It is nice and tight, you're such a good fuck."
I felt my orgasm building up inside. I raised my legs and crossed them over his back. Like a dam bursting, it happened; I had an intense orgasm, bigger than I had ever got from my boyfriend. I felt it from my head, down my spine and legs and into my curled up toes. My pussy quivered along the length of his cock.
With that, my body became like clay under the fingers of a master potter. I was his at that point. I had lost all remaining resistance.
I remember feeling the butterflies in my stomach during the cab ride back to Kim’s place. Deon would be my first Black, if I let him. His hands caressed the tops of my legs as we chatted, there was great eye contact.
We exited the cab together and practically tumbled into Kim’s small apartment. Kim and her hook up, Rodell, disappeared into her side bedroom, leaving me alone with Deon in the tiny living room.
We sat next to each other on the couch. He put his arm around me and asked me if I was all right.
“It’s all right,” I nodded as I spoke. He pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips.
After a slight hesitation, I responded by pressing my breasts into his chest and kissed him back. This was all the encouragement he needed.
His response was swift. His hand felt up my side and then cupped my left breast. I stiffened at this intrusion. Pushing his hand away, I said, "No, I can't, I have a boyfriend."
Instead, he kept pushing, weakening my resistance with every kiss, every caress. Taking a breath from our locked kips, he said confidently, "What's the matter, Samantha, a little feel won't do any harm,". It must have been the alcohol and the late hours that lowered my defenses.
Not to mention my inner desire to have this hunk guy screw me hard. The adventure of it.
Soon, his attentions to my body began to have the desired effect. My breathing became heavier, I returned his kisses more passionately, pressed my body closer to his so that my entire left side was touching him from shoulder to knee.
I felt the zip on the back of my top sliding down. His experienced hand then began to pull my top forwards, sliding it off my shoulders. His hand rested on my exposed shoulder for a moment, then I felt the back of my bra being undone, the straps being drawn down my arms until I was naked from the waist up. My breasts, with my hardened nipples pointing straight out, exposed to his gaze. They revealed my true feelings regarding his aggressive behavior.
"No, I can't," I moaned, breaking another passionate kiss.
Deon coolly responded, "Yes you can." He kissed me several times more, drawing me into his muscular chest before pushing me back into the couch until I was laying across it, my chest open, naked and spread out before him. My hard nipples pointing straight to the ceiling.
From this position, his fingers traced circles around my breasts until they found my areolas. With his index finger and thumbs he pinched and teased my already sensitive nipples. I think I practically purred under his touch.
For a while he was content with this state making out. However, as I recall, in a few minutes his hand began wandering up and down my body, sometimes caressing my breasts, sometimes my belly, but all the while going lower and lower.
His fingers felt so warm, so passionate as he drew circles around my belly button. After this playful caressing of my belly, I felt his fingers slipping under my skirt and down my nylon encased legs.
At the same moment, Deon placed his head on my left breast and started to suck and gently bite my left nipple. This made it go rock hard sensitive. My mind was spinning from the passion and the alcohol.
With his tongue fluttering around my hard left nipple, he moved his hand from my inner thigh back up toward my pussy. His fingers pushed against the muscle and flesh of my inner thigh until they reached my pelvis.
After a pause that must have been less than a few seconds, those same finger started rubbing my mound. I moaned despite myself. I felt his fingers slip past the top of my nylon stockings, then into my panties. Wriggling and caressing my pubic hair with those strong fingers pressing into my flesh.
I shifted ever so slightly, a move that brought his fingers to my clit and pussy lips; a domain where only my boyfriend had been granted access to for the past eight years.
My body betrayed me as my thighs parted to give him easier access. I realized Keith was whispering in my ear, “lose the skirt, now.”
Almost as though it was someone else, I found myself levering my body up and sliding the skirt over my hips until it fell to the floor.
With his fingers still exploring my outer pussy seam, he commanded "Now these," pulling at the elasticated waist of my stockings and panties. A few hours before I would have said compliance to such a request was ridiculous.
Instead, spread out below this muscular and aggressive black man, on my friend’s sofa, I submissively stood up, hooked my thumbs into the elastic and removed the last articles of my clothing. Tossing my panties to the floor. My entire body was exposed to his gaze, touch and unspoken, to his use.
As I laid back on the couch, he lowered himself on top of me, his knees spreading my thighs even further apart. I hadn't even noticed that he had unzipped himself and gotten his stiff cock out, as he had not removed any of his clothes. As I suspected, lowing my eyes to catch a glimpse of his manhood, it was enormous. At least twice the size of my boyfriend, or any other boys that I had been with, in length and girth. To my surprise, I also noticed that he was uncut.
Shivers raced down my spine. This was the first uncircumcised cock that I had been with. The sheath of skin still covering most of his cock head, even though it was stretched taught by his foreskin. I was so curious as how it would work and feel inside of me.
The roughness of his cloths against my exposed skin seemed to excite me even more. I felt his steel-like hardness pressing against my warm and now wet pussy entrance. My voice almost caught in my throat as I asked him to use a condom as I was not on the Pill.
With his uncut manhood still pressing at my entrance, whispered into my left ear,"don’t worry Babe, I will be careful to pull out.”
I stiffened my body, desperate now to have him stop, get a condom. I did not want to take a chance. I still had the faculty of mind to be aware of the risk.
Before I could open my mouth and protest, it was too late. Pressing his chest into mine, his cock head pushed past my lips and slid the rest of his length into my warm, wet, accommodating pussy. It felt like my 8" dildo, Mr Bee, only with more girth and fleshier.
I can recall, as his cock slid past my lips, I could feel that outer skin of his peal back and form a ridge of skin as he bore, tunneled really, into my pussy.
At that instant, my mind froze, everything changed. As his cock was filling me and nothing mattered anymore except I wanted that long stiff rod pounding in and out of my wet pussy. I was urging him on and telling him how good this was. “Ooooo-ing” every time his balls slapped against the outer skin of my pussy. I could feel how large and heavy they were by that action.
He was saying things like, "What a hot sweet cunt" and "It is nice and tight, you're such a good fuck."
I felt my orgasm building up inside. I raised my legs and crossed them over his back. Like a dam bursting, it happened; I had an intense orgasm, bigger than I had ever got from my boyfriend. I felt it from my head, down my spine and legs and into my curled up toes. My pussy quivered along the length of his cock.
With that, my body became like clay under the fingers of a master potter. I was his at that point. I had lost all remaining resistance.
so many women visiting gyms these days and other exercise program. Other women are self employed and spend time with their "customers "
shinomori1980
Male
how many white wives have done / are doing just this now. ?
Women have sexual needs. Just like men. What has changed is the pursuit. They no longer wait for some man. Instead they choose the man and drag him off to some "cave".
and then there is the old standby excuse for the time. She went shopping. That's always good for a few hours.
Mine are for all of you to see 
Yes. So many of us do need to be discrete still yet some of us have become so free and able to post pictures and videos. So many pictures and videos today. Perhaps a good sign of how accepted this has become if not now encouraged as well.Mine are for all of you to see
It'd be nice to know where these women live so I could visit her so she could seduce me and drag me into her "cave". With extreme luck, perhaps I could find her local to me from this site.
Lots of women at gyms checking out what's avaiable for BBC. Lots of women walking around the grocery stores and shopping malls are also checking out the black men.Like all good hunters, they track their prey very carefully and when the time is right they move in.It'd be nice to know where these women live so I could visit her so she could seduce me and drag me into her "cave". With extreme luck, perhaps I could find her local to me from this site.
Apart from gyms, I go to grocery stores and malls regularly and I have yet to be jumped on by these fictitious women. It must be my area. And as I said in another thread to thank you for your likes of my posts as you restricted me from doing so on your profile.
some "hunting grounds" are better than others. Remember. YOU are the prey. Perhaps you are not what a hunting "lionness" is tracking. Be assurred THEY are there. I have no idea why you are blocked
Very similar situation with wife. She says no to fucking other men but a dominant and aggressive black guy and she's a different person. I told her I want her to and she says no but twice she been with another guy that I set her up with. When they came to meet us complimenting her and aggressive saying for her to go on vacation with him and leave me behind she was loving it. But yes it's all how the guy presents himself and no women can say no.
My hunting ground is very poor as I live in an incredibly multicultural area where Black guys seem not to be coveted very much by women of different ethnicities other than Caucasian and the cuckholding movement has not reached here as of yet.
Also my wife when we first started dating fucked a black friend at a party. I was mad and I think she thinks I would maybe get mad again or something. Now I love it and told her to fuck guys. I still don't think she believes I will be ok after even though she has twice but could always blame it on the alcohol. The way it started for me was watching guy tattoo her nude and I realized how sexy it was watching her undresss in front of another man and him touching her. She likes black guys so that's when I said I love to set her up to watch her and black men. Maybe go that route let him get turned on by you having a reason to get naked in front of another guy.
