About six months before, a black man in his early 30s moved in to a flat on our floor. Someone said he worked in the city as a commercial photographer. I met him soon after in the lift and he was very pleasant. I tried not to look like I had noticed his slim well toned body, but he gave me a flirty look as he politely let me leave the lift first. I felt myself blush at that rare attention since I'm middle aged, somewhat overweight, and no one would call me pretty; but my husband likes me in bed, amongst other things. Within a month, the rumours started. First was he had outfitted his second bedroom as a video studio, then that he was videoing women and couples in bed having sex. It soon became the talk of the building, but no one seemed to have any definite information. Being sometimes a bit forward, even though I'm basically a reserved housewife, I asked him about it one day when I was alone with him in the lift going up. He freely admitted the rumours which he had heard and then asked cheekily if my husband and I were interested. I blushed when I said 'no', and then blurted out I was so shy we did it only in dim lighting. He laughed, and then said he also videoed women doing it outside their marriages and cheekily added maybe I would be interested in that. I was shocked and blurted, "Who would be interested in a hag like me." As the lift arrived at our floor as he said he would be. A sudden heat hit me as I brushed past him going out first. As we walked down the hall toward our respective flats, he asked if I wanted to see his set-up. In the few seconds since he had said he would be interested in me, the heat had reached my groin. I certainly didn't think of myself as desirable to other men, but as we arrived at his door, I rashly said I would. He let me into a neat and clean set of rooms, including his bedroom which we passed on our way the second bedroom. As rumoured, it had a double bed in the centre and lights and video cams set around it. I immediately imagined a couple on the bed having wild sex as he shuffled around recording it. My breasts suddenly felt a heaviness and my nipples started to tingle. About then, he mentioned the wives or girlfriends having sex with another man outside their relationships usually gave their partner the video as either an erotic gift or, sometimes, as payback for their infidelity. That shocked me, but also made me instantly horny. I knew he was coming on to me and I should leave, but I also thought when would I ever have another chance to kiss and maybe touch-up another man, so I just stood there staring at him, but not knowing how to proceed. He read my body language and the look on my face, and gently said no one would know. I said I didn't like bright lights, and he immediately hit a switch that dimmed them. He then moved close, our bodies just touching. The tingling increased as I stood there frozen like a deer caught in headlights. As he gently put his hands on my shoulders and leant in, I closed my eyes like an innocent school girl about to be kissed on her doorstep. He was a very good kisser and since my hubby isn't into kissing in a big way, I just melted in his arms and took what his lips and his tongue gave me. We had a several minutes long deep snog. Near the end, his hands had moved to my bum and were kneading my cheeks as he pulled my hips hard against his groin. I could feel his bulge against my lower abdomen, and by the end, I was aroused to the point that my nipples were engorged and the heat between my legs was almost unbearable. I didn't even realize I was humping him with my arms around his neck and my hands running through his hair. I knew I should leave, but my legs wouldn't respond to my commands. Feeling his bulge as our hips humped against each other made me lose all control and I didn't object when I felt him pull my loose dress up in back, slip his hands down under the waistband of my panties, and knead my bum. Our kisses became even more passionate and I didn't stop him when he soon pushed my panties down over my bum to below my crotch. He then moved one of his hands around to my front and slid it into my hot groin. When his fingertips touched my pussy lips, I gave an involuntary jerk of my hips and he took that as an invitation. He slid a His fingers up and down the furrow between my pussy lips. He softly murmured, "You're wet ... so wet." His fingers felt so good I couldn't stop him. All I could do was roll my hips as he slid his fingers up and down, up and down. At the top, his fingertips lingered each time for a moment to rub my clit, which soon became engorged. Deep down inside I knew what was going to happen, but at the conscious level of my mind I thought I could stop us before we crossed the line into actual adultery. What a fool I was my last conscious thought until I finally left an hour later. He had free access to my whole cunt from both the front and the rear with his one hand on my bum and the other between my legs. He would push my hips forward with the hand on my bum to give his other hand, the one between my legs, better access to my pussy. I soon felt him touch up my bung hole with his hand at my rear as he rubbed my clit from the front, and it felt so erotic. I was his, all his to do with whatever he pleased as I surrendered to my lust. My murmurings of acceptance and pleasure soon became low moans when he slid two fingers inside my wet pussy. My hips jerked with the penetration, but I welcomed it and pushed my hips against the hand penetrating me. At the same time he kept the fingertip of his other hand up my bung hole, and the combined penetrations drove me crazy. My heat increased by bounds and I yearned for him to make me come. As if reading my mind, his fingers in my pussy increased their tempo. I hung on to him with the hands I had around his neck. All this time we continued to share deep wet kisses with lots of tongue and sucking. I had never before been in such an erotic and lustful state, even with my husband in the beginning. My low moans soon became gasps as my orgasm approached. I was violently rolling my hips against the fingers violating my pussy when my crescendo of lust broke. I gave out a series of short sharp gasps when the orgasm hit me. My hips jerked, my tummy trembled, and heat filled my whole body from my groin upward. My head snapped back as I came; and I came ... and I came ... and I came....... When it finally ended, he had me sit on the edge of the bed. I was still a bit out of it when he pulled my panties the rest of the way down my legs and off. I knew what was next, and I yearned for it, needing it like I needed air to breathe. I felt like a young woman again, slim and pretty, about to give myself to my first lover. He stood in front of me and lowered his trousers together with his pants and slipped them off. When he stood back up I had the biggest cock I had ever seen right in front of me. It was longer and thicker than my husband's even though it was still only half hard. He rubbed it for a few seconds and up it sprang into a full erection. Before I could stop myself, I asked how big, and he told me nine inches by six and a half around. I was impressed, actually dumbfounded, since my husband's is only six inches by five inches around. With that much smaller cock, my husband had been giving me orgasms for the past 24 years, so I wondered what this big black cock would do to me. I reached out and grasped it with both hands and proceeded to explore it, which soon turned into me wanking it, and then sucking it, making it super hard. After a short while, he told me it was time. He urged me further onto the bed. I pushed myself into the middle on my back as he got rid of the rest of his clothing. As I pulled my dress up to my waist and spread my legs, knowing I would soon feel his weight between my legs and that wonderful feeling of a cock making its initial way up my pussy - pure ecstasy. I feasted my eyes on his trim muscular body and, of course, his beautiful cock. He crawled up between my legs. As he lowered his hips to my groin, I reached out and grasped his hard member and guided it to my entrance. I inserted the head as he gave a gentle push and I simultaneously arched my hips upward. The first two or three inches slipped easily inside, lubricated by my extreme wetness, but I still gave out a low gasp and rolled my head back a little bit. I think it's a woman's natural reaction to initial penetration s I do that even with my husband's smaller cock. With slow and gentle movements on both our parts he eased it up another few inches, already as far up me as my husband's cock when he would be all the way in. He paused and asked if I was OK. I told him it was stretching me a bit sideways but felt wonderful. He eased in a bit more. When I smiled with acceptance, he slid up me the rest of the way. I felt my pussy totally filled, the knob end of his cock nudging against my cervix. He paused to let me become used to his size. I took a few seconds and then whispered, "Do me. Do me now." It was the most incredible fuck of my life. Over the next 20 minutes or so, he fucked me to so many comes I lost count. He took his time with the first one, slowly building me up until I moaned, "Fuck me. Make me come." He sped up and pounded me, and I came. It lasted much longer than my usual five or six seconds, and my come down was delicious. He stayed inside and built me up and then pounded me to a second one, just as delicious as the first but, instead of letting me come down, he just backed off for a few moments, and then pounded me hard and deep. That did it. I came again, gasping out my climax. He repeated several more times, letting me come down for just a few seconds and then pounding me into another one. I lost count, and didn't care if he never stopped. When he finally did, I was exhausted. I wasn't used to the violent muscle contractions as my abdomen tensed during my comes - the same with my arms and legs around his body which I used to pull him into me each time. My body hadn't ever been so exercised. I lay back with my arms and legs flopped to my sides. He slowly withdrew his cock and sat back on his haunches with his still hard cock glistening with my juices, and stared at my cunt. It seemed to fascinate him. I lazily looked at him and exclaimed, "Your cock is still rock hard!" He grinned and said I hadn't experienced anything yet. I groaned at the thought of more exercise, but my lust instantly re-ignited at the thought he was going to do me some more. As he urged me onto my hands and knees, he told me this would be easier on my body. He slipped around to my rear and slowly inserted his cock back into my pussy. The angle was different and I felt filled in a different sort of way - hard to explain but very stimulating and erotic. He started slow, but then speeded up fairly quickly until he was pounding me hard and deep. I came before I realized how turned on I was. I came hard and loudly. Basically, I screamed out my orgasm. Like before, he gave me only a few seconds of come down, and then again pounded me hard and deep. I quickly came, again with short screams. I lost count how many times as I was in a sexual fog, all thoughts gone except for the anticipation of receiving another mind blowing orgasm. The man was insatiable, and I loved every second of it! When he finally came, it was with even deeper and more violent fucking. During my last come, he bellowed as his hips rammed into me, and I felt the spurts of hot cum he shot far up my pussy. He continued fucking me for a short while and felt his big cock forcing some of his cum out to run down my inner thighs. My whole cunt was going to be a mess, and I didn't care. I was so fucked out; I just wanted to collapse forward onto the mattress and rest. He finally withdrew and let go of my hips. I collapsed as he rolled onto his back next to me, both of us breathing hard. I had never been so well fucked in my life When I finally recovered enough to roll into him, we kissed and laughed and kissed again as I thought how incredible it had been. He finally got up and handed me a hand towel, one of many I noticed he had nearby. I guessed his other female 'visitors' also needed them after he fucked them. It was obvious he was the one fucking them for the videos. I cleaned up in his loo and put on my panties. As he accompanied me to the door, he told me he enjoyed it immensely and he would be glad to relieve my marital boredom any time I wanted. And I did want - many times. This all happened several years ago and I became a frequent 'visitor' every fortnight or so. In between times, I gave my husband all the sex he wanted, but my orgasms with him were due mainly from imagining it was the big cock of my black photographer in me making me come. As for my husband, it was a case of 'what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him'.