This happened over three decades ago when I was 28 and married. I had never before even thought about letting a black guy between my legs. In those days the interracial thing just never came up, and there were very few black men in my town at that time. If you saw a young black man, the chances were he was a sailor from the navy base at Plymouth. Caroline, my married friend and confidante, and I decided we would have a 'girl's night out' and took the bus to a pub in the large town near our village. We were sat quietly in the corner sipping our lager and black, and chatting about a guy we realised we had recently both been with on different days the same week and were comparing notes on his 'performance' with each of us when a gentleman with a melodic baritone voice asked if he and his friend could join us. He had that sort of voice that makes a woman unconsciously open her legs to relieve the instantly rising heat it caused. They bought us some drinks and very soon we had established ourselves as couples and were flirting with each other. My guy, John, was from Nigeria, married, and was an officer in his country's navy on some sort of exchange/training course. His family must have had a bit of money since he had been educated at an English boarding school and spoke with a very refined accent. Very soon I was leaning back relaxing into him in our somewhat secluded and dimly lit booth. His hands were around my body, one caressing the bottom of one of my breasts and the other kneading my tummy and feminine mound. He was trying to move the fingers of that hand into the 'V' where my thighs met, but I was teasingly squeezing my legs together to prevent that - no sense making it too easy for him. His velvet tones were whispering into my ear telling me what he wanted to do with me, and it was making me wet and horny. John's friend had taken Caroline out the back entrance into the car park about a half hour before. I had asked John where he thought they were going and he responded, "Somewhere private, maybe to his car." I wasn't surprised Caroline went with him since she had told me earlier that if someone she found attractive approached her that night, she would go with him for she, like me, had her husband's permission to 'play' on our girl's nights out so long as we continued the action when we returned home to them. My husband had been allowing me to do this for several years at that time. When they returned, Caroline nodded knowingly to me indicating they had had sex, then he told us he would be taking her home, and they left. John said to me, "See, your friend knows how to treat a man. It's time we also went out back." I had teased him enough, plus the heat and wetness between my legs needed relief, so I let him lead me out back into the car park and asked, "Where to since your friend took his car?" Without replying, He led me to the last row of cars and stopped behind the one in the farthest corner, which was deeply in the shadows, and said simply, "This will do," He pulled me into a full body hug, but when he started to kiss me, I took over. My horniness had exploded on the walk to where we were and now I needed it. My tongue invaded his mouth and we were soon into deep, wet, sucking kisses with tongues sliding about inside each other's mouth. The kissing alone was rapidly raising my passion, and then he slid his hand under my dress and up between my thighs until he reached where they meet. I moaned in anticipation. I spread my legs further apart and he pushed aside the gusset of my panties as he roughly plunged two thick fingers inside. Normally, that would have hurt, but my juices had been flowing for at least an hour and my insides were swollen and sopping wet with passion. He roughly finger fucked me as we continued our deep and wet kisses I quickly felt a climax building. My body was responding quickly to his fingering and I soon felt my climax approaching. A few moments later, I broke our kiss and gasped, "I'm going to come! Finger me hard!!" He immediately shoved another finger in me and pounded my pussy with his hand a blur of hard and deep thrusting. I came! God, I came so good. I cried out, "Oh, my God! Oh, God, don't stop. Keep going!!" He continued to finger me roughly for almost a minute while I bucked my hips violently against his hand and gasped and panted out my cries of intense pleasure and completion. My husband loves to make me come with his fingers or his mouth, or both, just so he can hear my loud climax noises. When I finally was finished, my body started to sag and he had to hold me upright for a few moments until I regained my composure. We held each other as my panting subsided and my breathing returned to normal. I looked him in the eye and thanked him, then teasingly asked what I could do for him. He smiled as he told me to remove my panties. I slipped them down my legs, over my shoes, and off, then placed them on the bonnet of the car next to me. He turned me around and had me bend at the waist with my hands on the bonnet. As he lifted my dress up over my bum, he told me to spread my legs a bit more and lay my upper body down flat on the bonnet. This raised my bum up into the air to his satisfaction. He grunted his approval, then I heard him slide down his zip. I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my wet slit. He teased me with it for almost a minute, nudging it against my hard clit to heat me up again. I quickly became hot for him and wanted badly to feel him inside. I told him so and he murmured, "Patience. Be patient. Just a little bit more." He slid his cock over my clit several times in a row more, then plunged it inside me with a powerful thrust. I gasped "Uhh" several times as he plunged it in more and more each time until he was fully up me, stretching me like never before. I was more surprised at his sudden entrance than in pain. It was more a feeling of complete fullness, and the bit of discomfort I initially felt rapidly dissipated. He stayed fully up me without moving until he sensed I had become comfortable with his huge cock stretching me, then started to slowly thrust in and out. He would bring it out almost all the way, then slowly with a steady but determined and powerful stroke, thrust it back in all the way. His technique maximized my pleasure and also ensured I would come again for I quickly could feel another climax building. His deep and deliberate thrusts felt heavenly and I soon lost myself in his rhythm. I couldn't remember when I had been so wonderfully fucked. We fucked like that for several minutes with me moaning my pleasure with each of his powerful inward thrusts. I responded each time by pushing my hips back into him to maximize the depth of his thrust. When, from my moaning, he sensed I was getting too close to coming, he would slow the pace to hold me off, then speed up a little to continue building up my impending climax. It was a good thing I had already come from his fingering or I would have demanded he finish me off very quickly after he first penetrated me with his cock, so I was quite content to enjoy him fucking me like that forever! All good things eventually come to an end and, after several minutes of fucking me like that, he suddenly pounded me with even deeper and more powerful thrusts, and I came within seconds. I wailed out my climax and, about half way through, I felt his cock jerk powerfully several times, then felt the hot wetness of his cum as he unloaded it into my pussy. I love the feel of man's cum spurting inside, and this was no different. It intensified my orgasm and prolonged it, and I cried out, "Keep going! Keep going! I'm coming so good!!" When we finally finished, he stayed in me very slowly moving his still semi-hard cock in and out. I guess the feel of my pussy wrapped around his cock felt as good to him as it did to me, and neither of us was in any hurry for him to withdraw it, so I encouraged him with, "Don't stop. Keep doing that. It feels so good." He grunted a 'yes' in response and continued until we heard some people laughing loudly as they walked in our direction. He quickly withdrew and zipped up his trousers as I hurriedly put on my panties, the gusset of which caught most of cum before it could dribble out, but some was smeared in my pussy hair and the very top inside of my thighs. I thought, 'Oh, well, hubby's going to like it even better this way'. We rapidly walked past those people on our way back inside and I saw the men giving me lustful looks as I'm sure we looked like we had just fucked. John paid for my taxi home, but before we parted, he asked if he could see me again. I invited him to ours the following Friday as hubby was going up north to an away game and wouldn't be back until after midnight. As was hubby's usual practice when I got home from a girl's night out, he met me at the front door and kissed me passionately. I nodded to the question in his eyes and had me lift my dress to my waist so he could sniff and feel my sodden panties. With a moan of passion at the smell and feel of John's cum on me, he pulled me by the hand to our bedroom. Hubby loves his sloppy seconds and as soon as we stripped and he got his fill of feeling the wet gusset of my panties and deeply inhaled the odor of sex between my legs, I straddled him. We often made love that way mainly because he would last longer than when he was on top and, after fucking my lover a few times when out, I would need the extra time to come again. As I rode him, I told him all the details of my seduction and he went wild from the combination of his mental images of what I was describing and the slippery feel of another man's cum around his cock in my pussy. He fucked me long and hard and had me on the edge of a come when he gave me one more huge and violent up thrust and started coming. The feel of his cum splashing inside gave me that little extra bit of pleasure and I came also, though not nearly as powerfully or as long as I did with John. Afterward, I stayed on top with his still semi-hard cock in me and handed him my panties. He felt the slipperiness of John's cum along the gusset and sniffed them long and deeply, inhaling the odor of another man's cum in me It had the desired effect and I soon felt his cock regain its full hardness. He rolled us over, got between my legs missionary style, and thrust his now rampant cock in me. He fucked me hard and deep, not really caring if I was enjoying it as it was all for his pleasure. This was usual and didn't bother me since I had already had my fun with John earlier in the evening. Hubby came with a roar, most probably due to the images I had planted in his mind of another man having me just a short while before. When he was finished, he again stayed in me and, as also was usual, he soon got hard and fucked me one more time, again mainly for his pleasure. And that is how my girl's night out ended, with me having a wonderful extramarital experience and hubby sharing it by listening to my account of getting laid by another man and then fucking my brains out. My husband and I thoroughly understood each other's sexual needs and satisfied them as I described above. To this day at almost 60 years of age, I still go out about once a month, now alone to fuck one of my small stable of regular sexual partners and then come home with the evidence between my legs and tell my husband the details as he fucks me, although now he usually only fucks me one time. Also, at my age, it's a lot more difficult to find a new man in a pub, hence my reliance on a group of regulars, who are mostly either widowers or who have wives who have gone off sex for whatever reason. They pick me up outside my home, take me for drinks or dinner, then to a hotel for sex before delivering me home again. We both still thoroughly enjoy the intensity of the sex we each have after I've been out for the evening, and I have the double benefit of getting it from my lover AND my husband. Of course, between my times 'out and about', hubby and I still have sex once or twice a week. I'm sure a big part of the reason we can sustain that level of sexual activity is by both of us thinking about me getting laid by another man on a regular basis To all the couples out there bored with their sex lives, 'try it, you'll like it!'