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Married and Looking

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Sunday, at about 5 am. My mobile phone rang. I was in bed with my husband Peter and I'd given him relief by hand - I don't let him go all the way. I picked the phone up off the bedside table. On the phone was Noah, my Black boyfriend. He said that he was parked outside my house and would I like to spend a while with him. "Sure," I said, "I'll get in the back seat with you." I was wearing the full Saturday night rig: pink high heels (in bed, yes),  sheer pink lace panty, low cut pink uploft brassiere, black stockings with pink garters and sheer pink babydoll. I looked like a whore. At least, that was who I wanted to look like. In my depressed moments I think I look like a housewife trying to look like a whore, but that's more than most husbands ever get.


I sneaked out of bed whispering "Bye, darling, I'm going to fuck my Black boyfriend. You know, the one with the m-m-m-massive cock!" Not sure whether Peter heard me or not. A moment later I was hopping across the road into Noah's car. It was cold and my nipples lifted the babydoll, like stones. Noah was waiting for me on the back seat, pants and briefs already down. 


"You're aroused," I said unnecesarily, seeing the thick, straight, rigid member waiting for me, "where were you?"


"Panty bar." I knew the one he meant. "Two real beauties teased me. Hey, I need to fuck you." These two facts were related.


"Go ahead," I said, and Noah grabed me like a sex doll and forced me into position, then he pulled the panty to one side with such ... that he almost ripped it. "Hey, that's a special panty," I said, trying to sound reproachful, "Peter bought it for me." Noah edged my hips closer to the tip of that massive Black cock and rammed it all the way home. I screamed out loud. "Christ! Ow, that hurt! Do it again." The steel hard Black cock withdrew, teased my labia for a few seconds, and then thrust up my vag like an express train into a tunnel. I cried out in pain again. I was loving every moment.


"These girls," I asked, "who teased you at the panty bar, how old were they?"


"Best you don't ask," he said, putting his finger to his lips and smiling wickedly as the cock went even deeper and began to rock in and out. It's actually an over 25 only bar but I love it when Noah shows off his fantasies.


"Bad boy," I said, and then "Ow!" as the cock suddenly stretched my vag, really hurting me for an instant. Then the milk squirted out of the cock into my special places: pump, pump, pump. "Wow," I said, "those girls must've known what they were doing."


"Experts," he agreed. "You should've been there."


"Dressed like this? Ow!" The Black cock bored into me again. 


"Sure. Come as you are. Lots of black boys like ladies in their underwear."


"OK," I said. I think he'd expected me to refuse. "You take me there and I'll strip as bare as they let me. Don't expect me to not handle the merchandise."


"You and me both," he said, "and in the mean time is it OK to fuck you again?"


"Sure," I said, "as long as it hurts. I love those bruises. A bit harder and I'll bleed all over the seat. Where's your girlfriend?"


"She's still in the bar, I think. She loves the place. Unless she's found a husband."


"Husband? I didn't think she was into that sort of staid, predictable..."


"No, I mean someone else's husband. They're wasted if they stay at home with their wives."

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Thanks for the read.  It is interesting to read the cultural differences, but one thing is consistent. .married women love black men.
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