He Was My First Black Lover

I am 26-years-old.  I'm in fairly good shape, and I've been married for four years.  I love my husband Norm, but lately we haven't been making love very often.    

Not getting laid always drives me crazy, and I'd been hanging out at bars with some single girlfriends.  Frankly, we were looking for guys to possibly hook up with.  But I was always too nervous when the moment finally came to go home with anyone.  Having my friends watching, and waiting to gossip about me, didn't help.  

My whole world changed recently, when Marilyn, one of my married friends, told me that she occasionally cheated on her husband.  She said whenever she feels like it; she just finds a new lover to have an affair with, and fucks him regularly until she feels guilty enough to break it off... which is usually about a month.  

Regardless of how much she wanted to be faithful, she felt she cheated out of necessity, rather than adventure.  She provided enough encouragement and advice for me that I felt I could do it myself.  

I was really excited and nervous when I arranged my first on-line date.  I felt like I was a virgin again.  I narrowed down my choices (there were a lot of guys to pick from) and eventually chose Benny.  He was 29, also married, and black.  I'd never been with a black guy before, and I thought it was about time! 

I was surprised to find from our net conversations that we went to the same gym.  Naturally it became our neutral meeting place.  I go to a very large gym and at fairly specific times, so I didn't expect that I had ever seen my soon-to-be-lover there before.  

I was shocked when I saw him, and I couldn't believe my luck.  I HAD seen him a couple of times, and I had already fantasized about fucking him!  To say he was gorgeous was an understatement.  We'd never talked, but he told me later that he'd noticed me many times, especially my ass.  

As a first date, we worked out together.  He was working on his chest and arms, and I spotted for him, making sure he got a good look at my breasts as I helped with his last couple of reps.  I don't usually work out very much with weights, but that time I made an exception.  Whenever I caught him glancing at my ass or my tits, my pussy throbbed uncontrollably.  I was so turned-on I couldn't wait to get him in a bed.  

I thought we'd have to get a hotel room, but instead we went to his place.  His wife was gone for the weekend, to a convention.  I went with him in his car.  Our conversation really heated up as he drove.  I ended up giving him a blowjob while he drove, and I enjoyed tasting my first black cock.  It wasn't overly big, but big enough that I couldn't take it all in my mouth, like I usually do for my husband.  

Once we were safely inside his house (giving head to a guy while he's driving is a bit scary), we shed our clothes in his foyer and started going at it in his living room, on his sofa.  He went down on me right away to return the favor

Just when I had an orgasm, he slipped a finger into my ass.  My husband hates anal sex, and it had been a long time since I'd had anything up there.  It wasn't exactly comfortable, but I was surprised that it extended my orgasm to a level I'd never experienced before.  

When my body stopped convulsing uncontrollably, he rammed his cock all the way inside me... with one thrust... and I didn't get a chance to totally appreciate the size of his cock until we were fucking like crazy.  It was pure lust, and I gave myself to him completely.  

I usually don't come while getting fucked, even though I enjoy it immensely (my clit is my pleasure center).  But I was so turned-on by the sleekness of his body, and his enthusiasm, that I came over and over again.  It was exhausting, yet exhilarating! 

When he finally came for the first time he pulled out and begged me to swallow for him.  I don't usually let my husband come in my mouth, but for Benny I jumped at the chance to please him, and caught his first cum shot in my mouth as soon as my lips passed over the head of his beautiful cock.  

After that we fell together in a heap on his sofa, and I relaxed on top of him.  We almost fell asleep, which would have been bad, because I didn't have enough time for that.  We talked about our past lovers, and I was surprised to find out I was the first white woman he'd ever been with.  

We also talked about anal sex, and when I told him I'd only tried it a few times in my life, I felt his cock get rock hard against my stomach as I rested on top of him.  I don't know if I believe him, but he said his wife loved it, and every time they had sex she demanded to have her ass fucked as hard as possible.  

Actually, I'm sure he was lying now that I think about it.  It was a ploy to seduce me into giving my ass to him.  It worked.  He convinced me he could give me an even better orgasm than the one I had while he had his finger up there.  

It was the only part of my affair that I regretted doing.  He was gentle enough, and he used a lot of lube, but my ass was just way too small for his cock.  When he first put it in, it didn't slip inside me like he promised.  He wedged it up there, and then eventually fucked it with strokes that were deep and hard.  

It hurt, but not as much as I thought it would, because he'd spent a lot of time preparing me with his fingers and one of his wife's dildos.  But it was one of the grossest sensations I've ever experienced.  Even though I've had anal sex before, I've never had my ass fucked as hard or as deep.  

The only benefit was the sense of pride I got from turning him on so much.  I don't know how to put this, but I experienced a sense of being nasty just for the sake of being nasty.  He was beyond into it, and thankfully he came a lot faster than I thought he would.  All I could think about when he was done was what my husband would do if he knew what I'd just let a black man do that to me.  

It took us a couple of minutes to compose ourselves afterward, and Benny couldn't stop thanking me for letting him do me in the ass.  I really didn't know what to say to that.  

It was a bit awkward, but it helped that we didn't have very much time.  I had less than half an hour to shower and get back to my car so I'd be home in time to make supper.  I made it with just minutes to spare.  

Benny offered to meet again anytime I want, and I might, but if I get that desperate again I'll probably try hooking up with someone else from the Net instead.  

Right now I'm satisfied enough with reminiscing about my first kinky affair with a black man.
