I spent a while last Friday in a café opposite the hotel I work from most weeks, and I sat there in the window thinking about where I had ended up lifestyle wise.  How I had gone from a quiet married woman who just did what quiet married woman do, led a boring life and accepted that even though I wanted and even needed more, my husband was happy to make love to me once every few weeks, yet I would lay in bed and imagine him being out and a stranger walking in and making love to me, but that was all silly daydreams surely.  I though how I had gone from that, holidaying with his parents, being told how great full I should be for having such a wonderful life, and I don’t; disagree, there are many much worse off that me, but how I went onto have sex ( at one point) with four or 5 different men in one week, having sex in a taxi with the driver for a free ride and having sex with a woman then a husband and his wife and even a newly married couple arriving at a hotel close to an airport ready for their homey moon flight the next day who’s bed I ended up in.   I thought about how we live in different worlds and how before I had my very first ‘extramarital encounter’ men would try their luck, yes but not all the time and yet now, it is all the time, men, women, married couples.

Its as though they where all given my identity and suddenly, I had a sign over me that said ‘sex here’!

I’m not complaining.  It’s opened a new world and I have gone from the four or five and even 7 men in one week to being very choosy and maybe fucking one or two a week and even then, it had to be a new experience.  And that brings me onto my next subject.

If you have rules, then stick to them such as, don’t fall for anyone, don’t let them fall for you, don’t turn a one off into an affair and never, ever fuck close to home, a work colleague or a friend and whatever you do, do not let anyone take a photo.   

 I have a photograph that goes against everything I just said.

As I said, I’m 35 and I work out a lot and I’m very proud of my figure and with that and the fact that I work from hotels means men try and pick me up, a lot. Rule one broken, never fuck at home.  A young man, 19 years and three months to be exact which I knew because I had him employment file was doing his best to discretely hit on me, staring at my breasts and legs and chatting me up, very badly.  He was tall, athletic, good looking and black and anywhere else I would have jumped on him but this was work and I was about to break the first cardinal rule.

It was a quiet week, as usually my next fuck buddy was making a bee line to me, to ‘ask a clerical question, which involved a chat up line and the obligatory staring.  After a few days of this I decided to call his bluff.    The others had gone or were studying like he should have been and I asked him to wait and that I would be back.  I went to my room and changed into the tightest jeans I brought with me, and a jacket, and that’s all.  I returned to the lounge area where a drink and my new friend where waiting, and I proceeded to ‘teach him a lesson’. 

As ridiculous as its sounds now, I had no intention of fucking him due to my rules, but teasing was acceptable.

I opened my jacket just enough so that my nipples were covered, not my amazingly impressive flat stomach from hours of hard work, all that was on show and not my not very large chest but just my nipples which accidently, and I do mean accidently popped out now and again thankfully not whilst anyone was watching, but it made his day.

I sat there and we chatted, and he looked at me shifting in his seat.  I would tease him relentlessly asking him why he couldn’t sit still. ‘my cock is too hard’ he said, I asked why and his reply was a classic.  Because you’re showing me your tits and I wasn’t to fuck you.  I teased him again, still with no intention of doing more than that.   Do you think its big enough’ I asked him, expecting to shut him down before I went back to my room… on my own!

He looked behind himself, the coast was clear, then proceeded to pull out what turned out to be an enormous black cock, a black python.   I let out a muffled scream and a giggle, not too muffled to avoid one or two curious eyes.   He did his best to hide it, eventually managing to tuck it back which due to its length and hardness was not an easy task without drawing attention to yourself.

I asked him ‘what the fuck do you intend to do with that’? the lad who I thought would be easy to tease leant forward and told me that he intended to shove it into me and fuck me until I screamed and then he was going to ‘cover me with his white stuff’, then he thought for a second and said ‘of I can fil you with my black seed.

We walked to his room and in less than 5 minutes of leaving our drinks I was on my knees, my jacket on the floor and his cock (Barely) in my mouth.   My jaw ached, my hand couldn’t fit round his thick cock yet he gripped my hair and insisted on fucking my mouth.

I had to beg him to stop, I could barely breath, so I was lifted up and thrown onto the bed and my jeans ripped off and… he fucked me.  His cock stretching me, slid so deep into me that I had to beg his to slow down.

As big as he was, he could also be gentle.  He slowed down and continued to thrust his huge cock deep into me and repeatedly told me how amazing I was as he held himself up by his arms and stared at my breasts.  Its silly what turns me on, but I looked to my right and watched him in the mirror, his toned arms pushing himself up as his dark equally toned ass rocked causing my breast to shake and sway, something he commented on over and over ‘fuck your tits are amazing’ lunging down occasionally to suck my nipples hard whilst not braking his thrusts. And I looked over at the mirror and watched him and I was turned on having a small orgasm, arching my back and letting out an uncontrollable grunt.

He lowered himself to that his body was on mine and his face was next to mine, his lips kissing my cheek and my neck and then my lips and back to my neck all the while his huge cock deep inside me.

I have no idea how long we fucked for before he slid down and sucked and licked me between my legs then returned to slide his cock deep into me.  This time he fucked me hard over and over.   I looked back to the mirror at his powerful black body over mine and my legs up over his shoulders as much as they could be, and I came again.  This time he went wild and so did I, we didn’t gently make love, we fucked like animals, he picked me up and threw me onto my stomach and with one hand lifting my ass up the other fed his cock back into me before he gripped my breast, and I was pounded hard.   I seemed obsessed with watching us in the mirror until he decided it was time.

I had cum repeatedly and was powerless to stop him, not that I wanted too of course.

Thrown onto my back again he continued his pounding, both hands gripping my breasts until he let out a grunt and made the usual male announcement ‘I’m going to cum!’ and being such the gentle man that was asked if he could cum inside me.   He thrust wildly and I started to tell him it was ok when I felt warm cum flow accompanied with a long almost painful grunt and groan.  It was too late anyway; he was filling me with his ‘black seed’.  

I’m not sure if I passed out momentarily but a few seconds shot bye and a searing ache brought me back to the here and now.  I had one of the fiercest orgasms ever and it was still going on.  More cum and more aching flowed until he collapsed next to me.

He told me that ‘it’ was amazing, and panting tried his best to tell me several times how amazing I was.

We were both soaking wet and exhausted, but I couldn’t resist.  I waited for a while because I couldn’t move, my legs and arms ached so much they didn’t work, this orgasm had shut my body down for a while but when I could feel myself again, I couldn’t resist and went down to his semi flaccid cock and sucked it clean.  

When I was sat in the café, I wondered how big he actually was.  I didn’t exactly take a tape measure with me but going from that moment when I stroked and squeezed his cock, running my hand down his cock, wet with his own cum and my pussy juices I would guess at least 7” flaccid, possible longer hard,  and so thick I could barely grip it.   I sucked him clean and still trying to shock him I took his cum and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He didn’t flinch but sucked my mouth and sucked the cum from my tongue.

We rested and slept for a short while until I woke, wet and sticky, sweat and cum on my hands and legs and my breasts and on my chin. 

Remember one of the one of the other rules, no photographs.

I climbed up and over him and went to have a shower.  I have no idea what time it was, but I had to clean myself up. I got in the shower wondering if my fuck buddy was going to join me, half hoping he would but also hoping that he couldn’t, I was still aching between my legs and I stood there under the shower resting mostly.

The bathroom door opened, and he stood there, toned and shiny, even his cock had ripples, just like his stomach.  He told me wanted to see my breasts again and with that he held up his phone.   I remember thinking about the rule and had enough sense to make sure my face was behind the steam, but I was wicked enough to press myself against the glass.    He took his photos of my tits and the nipples that just wouldn’t soften, tits he was so obsessed pressed against the shower cubicle.

He climbed in and I just couldn’t fuck again so instead I got him hard again with my hand and just as he was going to cum, I slid down to my knees and took it all in my mouth.  He pleasured me with his hand whilst we swapped cum back and forth.

I’m glad I came to my senses and went to my room other wise I’m sure he would have wanted to fuck all night and I’m sure he was quite capable.

I didn’t sleep much, my mind and heartbeat were racing.  The next morning, I insisted on seeing the photo and thankfully, unless you know me intimately, you can’t tell it’s me.

I deleted it but not before I sent it to myself. Amateur mistake, delete your number if you don’t’ want someone to contact you.  He did and yes, we fucked again on the condition that he deleted my number and that it was a goodbye shag.  It was a goodbye fuck but it was good, we fucked most of the night in a cheap hotel 50 miles from my home and that’s when I stopped it before it became an affair.

I still think if that experience, sometimes when I’m fucking my husband and can barely feel his cock inside me or the dribble of semen enter me and I remember my ebony friend and how so far he’s been the only man to pretty much make me pass out during sex.  I guess there’s the dangerous part of me that keeps the photo on my computer. I sent it to a female friend of mine and she showed me how to keep my files secure so its ok but I look at it now and again to remember him or more accurately my experience.  And no, its not for public viewing.