I fantasize about a black man
I’m alone when my husband falls asleep next to me every night. Our bedroom becomes dark and stuffy. He breathes deeply and evenly, but his body has become like a wall separating us. And I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, and feel everything inside me begin to vibrate with anticipation.
It started six months ago, completely by accident. I saw a video in my feed. It lasted only a few seconds: dark skin glistening with sweat, muscular shoulders, a deep voice. I closed the video, but that sexy image was seared into my memory. Now it comes to me on its own, especially at night.
I imagine him tall, like a basketball player, with broad shoulders and that predatory, confident smirk that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes are dark, piercing, full of sexual desire. He doesn’t mince words: he grabs my hair, pulls my head back exposing my neck, and sinks his lips into my skin leaving bruises that I later hide under a scarf.
In my fantasy, he pins me against the cold kitchen wall. His large, rough hands grip my wrists above my head holding them in place with one hand, while the other slides down my body. I feel the texture of his skin so hot and contrasting with my pale one. He whispers in a hoarse voice: «Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?» The words are rough and commanding making my heart pound like crazy. His fingers roughly spread my thighs slipping under my skirt, and I’m already wet. My panties stick to my skin, and moisture runs down the inside of my thighs.
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My secret fun with BBC at an adult movie theater
I hide my passion for adult movie theaters from my husband. He knows I sometimes enjoy having sex with different men on the side. It’s been a long-standing agreement in our marriage. My husband enjoys it. But lately, I’ve become so obsessed with adult theaters that I’m afraid my husband won’t accept my passion.
And my last visit to this place left me so satisfied that I can’t hold back. My husband, as usual, worked this weekend. So I dressed up and headed out to meet new sexual adventures. I wore a tight blouse, my boobs practically spilling out, and my short skirt barely covered my butt. And of course, I left my panties at home.
I squeezed my legs tightly together on the way there, and I became incredibly aroused. My nipples were already hard, and my blouse couldn’t hide it. The administrator winked at me, and I quickly entered the darkened room. The air was thick and hot, and the moans of a brunette on her knees choking on a black cock were coming from the screen.
I slipped inside into the darkness and sat down. I watched the screen and glanced around. My pussy was already dripping down my thighs. So I spread my legs and freed my boobs from my blouse. Once I got used to the darkness, I noticed how crowded the room was today. Then I heard several men talking behind me.
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We did it together
My wife Cindy has had more sexual partners than I. She’s always loved sex. I was good at it. I knew she had a wealth of experience, and sometimes I even fantasized about her going on a date with someone after work and then returning home as if nothing had happened.
She never gave me any reason to be jealous. But gradually, I began to think of her more and more in terms of feminine depravity and sex with other men. Yes, she was a faithful wife and a regular housewife in our home, but I increasingly thought of her as a sexy and available woman.
I brought up her past lovers several times. And then she finally told me that she was satisfied with our sex life. Although she is open to all sexual experiments, and I know this. It turns out we are both satisfied with our sex life. But then one day she said to me: «You know, honey, I’ve never had sex with a black man.» She said it thoughtfully. And I started thinking about it. What if my wife had sex with a black man? It would be a new sexual adventure for both of us. And I started thinking about it more and more.
So we were both open to experimentation, and my wife said we could try it because it was a very exciting experiment in marriage. We agreed that we wouldn’t specifically look for a third partner. Because Cindy wanted something casual. She said it adds even more fire to the game.
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