The possibility never really occurred to me until we started swinging. We were just checking out the scene, nervously seeing where we might fit in.
Before going for it, I actually ended up with an affair with a black guy. Met him at a Starbucks at the mall. Used to go there as a safe place to walk after the lunch crowd cleared out for the office at 1pm. The guy in line ahead of me I thought was checking me out, but figured it was in my mind. But when I was going out, he was by the door, opened it for me and asked if he could sit with me. It was a nice day, and what could I say?
He asked me all kinds of questions about what I liked to do. Hiking, dancing, ... I told him I had not danced in ages and was not particularly good. Ended up going back to his condo, as he had to make a call and then we could head down the street to his friend's club and dance a little before it opened to the public. Never got there though.
He made his call in the bedroom and came out with two glasses of red wine. I don't *******, but I drank half of it. At one point, I got up and walked to the other side of the room to collect myself. Told him he had a great view. He said it was even more gorgeous with me in his view.
That really set well with me. I resolved to make a move. I walked back to the couch. Instead of sitting next to him again, I sat my glass down and knelt in front of him. Felt and kissed his penis through his slacks until he took it out. Now, I have since known black men are about the same as white men, some big and most average. But he was really large.
After he finished his glass, he took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We stood and kissed and undressed over some time. I tried to make him cum with my mouth and hands, but wasn't getting there.
He picked me up and pit me on the bed. Lucked me a little and got on top of me. I told him I couldn't but could pleasure him orally. I was scared. Went on forever and I just decided I should give it a shot. My jaw was tired but I was very wet. I only could imagine his frustration.
So, I got up on the bed and waved him to join me. He mounted me again. Politely, he asked if I was really sure I wanted it. I nodded "uh-huh" and closed my eyes as he entered me. He was nice and slow and shallow. Asked if it felt okay. I told him it did but to give me more.
He picked up the pace and the depth of strokes. I reached down to rub my clot and felt he was fully entering me. I came right then hard, never knowing if the realization played a part in it. I was hooked, as this was the best sex ever hands down.
We fucked for what seemed like a long time. After he came, we held each other and kissed. Went back into the living room for a,while and another glass of wine. Both naked and sweaty. He suggested we play another round. Back to the bedroom. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't accommodate his huge cock inside me again.
But we played a lot more for months until his mom dropped by unexpected and caught us. She wanted him to find a wife, but not some other man's wife. So it ended. But my appreciation for hung, classy black men continues.