Before I start my story,I just want to say if in parts you think that cant be right.It is because I am changing things a bit to protect the people involved but mainly myself. For as long as I can remember I have always had a attraction to black guys, But I never acted on it when I was younger because I come from a large family that could only be described as racist. And obviously as we are around the same age used to go to the same Bars Clubs etc,I went on and married a great guy and on the whole are happy.We obviously tried for children but a visit to the Dr,revealed my husband has a very low sperm count and the chances of it happening was next to none.Of course it was disappointing but we got through. Then during the summer I had a day off work and was just messing about on here and came across a club that held nights for white women who liked black guys,And it awakened all those old feelings, Although it never said as much in words it was obvious if you went you really only went for one reason.I found myself wishing I had found this place before I married. That really should have been the end of it,But for some reason I kept going back to the site,I don't know why as nothing on it changed.But each time I did the urge to visit one of the nights got stronger each time. And I was getting a thrill at the thought of fucking a black guy, Whilst others could see what was happening. I am not very good on the workings of computers and was only spurred to act when someone said they have a history button. Which meant if my husband had hit it he would have seen how many times I had been on that site. I decided to never visit it again,But for some reason the urge was to strong and I knew I either had to follow my dream or put it from my head completely.And I sent off for my name to go onto the list. The invite came back and I suppose here I should say I had second thoughts but I did not in fact quite the opposite. I made excuses to my husband that I was going to stay with a friend for the night,He never questioned as its something I have done on several occasions. He always said it was better I done that than come home breathing all those stale alcohol fumes over him. Far from being nervous I was actually excited about the fact I was going to fuck a black guy, Although I did not quite know what I expected to be different. I had booked into a Hotel near the venue as I read it finished at 6 am. And obviously I could not go home that time in the morning. As the time got nearer my only real worry was what to wear. I don't have the stockings etc,So decided to wear jeans and a see through top, with a bra underneath thinking if I was overdressed I could always take the bra off. I still never had the slightest feeling of nerves in fact quite the opposite.And was full of confidence as I rang the bell.Being my first time I was given a tour of the place,But in my mind I was more interested in the guys that were there.Thinking of which one I was going to let fuck me. Never once thinking that maybe none of them even fancied me.Once the tour was over I went to the bar area and was soon joined by a guy.If I am to be honest he was not the type of bloke I would have gone for. but as we chatted he began to grow on me and he was black. We went outside to have a smoke and he suddenly and confidently said lets go to one of the playrooms.suddenly it was not in my mind now it was going to happen.And for the first time the nerves set in. I knew it said no means no. But for some reason I found myself agreeing.And he took my hand and lead me to a room. I have to admit it was not the most romantic of build ups we just undressed and got onto the bed.He offered me his cock to suck which I dutifully done and as soon as he was hard he put on a condom and entered me.My feelings just took over and suddenly all I had ever wanted was coming true I was being fucked by a black guy,And I was loving it.The only thing that was spoiling it was the condom as I don't really like them, But obviously I am not on any type of contraception. So they were a must I thought.All to soon it was over.There was no holding kissing or anything it was just like its been done lets move on which actually suited me as bad as that seems. I dressed and went back into the main area where there was quite a few more people,But it seemed as suddenly I was more accepted. It had not occurred to me that being a stranger I was looked on with some suspicion, Suddenly people were talking to me like old friends. It did cross my mind was that a test. The naughty side of me hoped he had come out and said its okay we have fucked. Suddenly I felt at home I cant think of ever before wanting sex so much. Suddenly it was probably my imagination but it seemed as though I was in demand.And before I knew it was off to a playroom again.But this time it was different I really fancied this guy. He was as black as coal and even his smile was making me wet,And when we kissed it was my tongue searching his mouth.As we fell on the bed had no hesitation of taking him in my mouth I felt his fingers move down and enter me my excitement was so intense I had my first orgasm,He lifted and turned me over and at no time did it even occur to me he was going to enter me without a condom. Suddenly as he thrust into me the pleasure I was feeling just made his face a blur. I was actually doing something I had always wanted and he was taking me to a place I had never been.Our bodies were entwind and even though anyone could see us the noises coming from me would have left them in no doubt what we were doing.This was just pure raw sex and I just did not want it to stop. And suddenly I felt him give a final thrust as he cum deep into me. All sensible thoughts had gone from my head as I felt him filling me with his cum.Unlike the last time we just lay back kissing, And I suddenly found myself telling him I was in a Hotel and inviting him back. And was glad when he agreed. We spent the short journey back just kissing and touching in the cab. Never once did I give it a thought that he could have made me pregnant.I even found it a thrill walking back into the Hotel and knowing anyone that looked knew what we were going to be doing. We had a quick drink and went to the room where we fucked again. And as we were fucking I knew he would not pull out and the strange thing was I did not want him to.For those few hours I wanted his baby,I wanted him. I can honestly say this was all I ever dreamed of.We fucked twice more that night before drifting off to sleep in each others arms. And in the morning when I awoke I just laid there looking at him sleep. And thinking of the night before. I wanted him again So moved down and took him in my mouth I felt him hardening in my mouth even though he was still sleeping soundly. I straddled myself across him and guided him into me I heard him groan as he awoke,and saw that lovely smile as he realised I was riding him harder than I had ever rode anyone before.And this time it was him who was making the noises.And suddenly I saw his face twist as he again cum into me.As we lay there I obviously thought about the night before And for a while was glad he had maybe impregnated me. Soon it was time for us to leave. No number swapping or anything just a quick kiss and a maybe see you at the next party. The only stop I made on the way home was at a chemist to get the morning after pill. I have not and have no intention of going again as I said at the start my marriage is good. But I often think back to that night with a smile on my face and wish it was in the future and not the past.