I'm a 31 year old VWE professional black male who loves to service white wives aged 40s or 50s. I was at the hostess' home one afternoon about a year ago to service five ladies one at a time while the others played bridge. The hostess and I had a torrid session upon my arrival, and I had just finished a wonderful session with the shy lady (see "Servicing The Bridge Ladies" published here 06 May). Coming out of the ensuite loo after cleaning up, I walked to stand in front of the bed in my short robe and heard the next lady already coming up the stairs. As I glanced toward the open bedroom door, in walks a medium height woman with longish golden red hair and a wide mischievous smile on her face. She had a slightly chubby figure with what looked like firm breasts and good looking legs under her blouse and skirt. Just inside the doorway, she kicked off her shoes, walked right up to me and, reaching up with both hands, pulled my head down to hers. She covered my mouth with hers and proceeded to kiss me. She was all mouth and tongue. As my surprise quickly fell away, I tongued her back and we were soon exploring each other's mouths with deep wet kisses as our bodies came together. My cock rapidly hardened and I felt it push against her mound. Stepping back, she rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped her clothing, and said to me in a confident perky voice, "I've been waiting days for this. I don't want to waste any more of my allotted time on unnecessary preliminaries." I was mesmerized by her boldness as she not so subtly took charge of her own seduction. As her clothing fell away to reveal her body, I noted with pleasure that what appeared to be a slight chubbiness when dressed was actually a very pleasing near voluptuousness when naked. Her breasts were just the right size, beautifully shaped, and firm for someone who I guessed was near 50. Her womanly mound was sparsely covered by light golden red hair and made a distinct contrast with her almost translucent white skin, common to redheads. She closed into me and, opening my robe, reached in and grasped my cock. She slid her hand along the shaft to test its size and stiffness. Pleased with what she found, she gave me a wicked grin and purred, "Oh, this certainly will do. It's big enough to stretch me nicely and give me some good comes, and I'm sure you know exactly how to move it in me to make that happen!" I smiled to myself as I realized I was already taken with her bold manner. Pulling me with her by my cock, she backed up to the bed, sat her bum on the edge, and spread her legs wide with feet flat on the floor. She lay back with her upper body resting on her elbows and said with a grin, "How about you kneel here between my legs and eat me." I was momentarily startled, then thought to myself she certainly was not shy about expressing her needs, and this was already becoming a very interesting session. As I knelt down in front of her, I stared at the sparse light golden red hair that also framed her pussy, then noticed she was slowly fingering her slit in anticipation. As I sidled up between her open legs, I could smell her wondrous womanly odor wafting up into my nostrils. I lowered my face to her groin and breathed it in deeply several times, my cock twitching in response. For me, there is nothing in the world like the delicious odor of pussy and I took several moments to enjoy hers. Her hips were rolling somewhat impatiently, so I lowered my mouth to her groove and started exploring with my tongue. Opening her with my thumbs, I took that first exhilarating swipe of my tongue upward along her slit, sweeping up the nectar that had oozed out from inside. My passion rose as I tasted the tangy sweet taste of her juices. Moaning a bit, she raised her legs and hung them over my shoulders. As I licked her slit with a slow steady rhythm, her moans got louder and her hip movements more forceful. She was already well on her way to a climax. I tongued her clit for a few seconds more and her moans turned into gasps. I sucked her clit hard and she went over the edge, wailing out an intense orgasm as she gripped the back of my head with her hands, pulling my mouth tightly against her spasming womanhood. Her climax was short, but violent, as her hips arched up, suspended between her thighs on my shoulders and her upper back on the bed. She held there for a few shuddering seconds, then dropped her body back down. She cried out, "Don't stop! Keep tonguing me. Give me another one!" Not having much of a choice as her hands still gripped the back of my head forcing my mouth tight against her slit, I continued tonguing her and within moments, her hips again arched up off the bed and she wailed out another quick sharp orgasm. When her hips again dropped back onto the bed, she gasped, "Again! Do me again!" She had several more orgasms before her body finally relaxed and she released her hold on my head. The lady was obviously highly orgasmic and I looked forward to feeling her pussy pulse around my cock in serial orgasms when we eventually would get to the main event. I've had a few such women in the past and each one was a treasure to be savored as they came easily, quickly, and often. Men who have a highly orgasmic wife are guaranteed a lifetime of bed time pleasure - the lucky blokes! When she finally recovered, I helped her slide up into the center of the bed. She pulled me alongside her and we lay there wrapped in each other's arms for a short while as she gave me a series of deep wet mouthed kisses. She soon moved one of my hands a and cupped it over her pussy and said, "Make me come again. I love being fingered before you fuck me with your cock!" I slid my fingers into her hot wet cavern and fingered her hard and deep. Rotating her groin up into my rapidly moving hand, she thrust back, matching the rhythm of my hand as I stroked and explored inside. Her moans of pleasure had started almost immediately and now transitioned into groans, then loud gasps as my fingertips found her 'G-spot'. She soon arched her hips up and wailed, "I'm there! Don't stop! Don't stop!", as a convulsive climax hit her. I continued fingering her as she worked through it for maybe half a minute. When her hips collapsed back onto the bed, I slowed the speed of my fingers to match the slowing undulations of her groin until she went still. Even then, I kept my fingers there, gently rubbing the inside of her pussy. She urged me to give her two or three more and I happily complied. After the last one, she gave me a huge smile, and said, "It's good to have a man who knows he should keep fingering me all the way through my climax. You're showing real talent!" I grinned in response as I thought to myself, 'she's something else, not only really good in bed, but a wit as well'. She pulled me next to her again and we cuddled and kissed while, I suspected, the lingering dregs of intense feelings from her last orgasm finally subsided. I gave up the pretense of managing her seduction. Why bother when it was so enjoyable to let her take charge. When she was ready, she would lead us to the next stage. After a few minutes more relaxing in each other's arms, she rolled onto her back and said with a wry grin, "Time for the main event. I hope you don't disappoint!" I chuckled in response as I climbed between her wide spread legs, holding myself just over her body on my knees and elbows. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and, as she pulled my mouth to hers, said "I need to feel all of you against me. Drop your body down onto me. Don't worry about your cock finding the right spot. If there's a problem, I'll slip it in for you." She wrapped her legs around my lower back as she pulled my mouth to hers and ravaged it with her tongue while humping her groin up into me. She was the most erotically aggressive woman I had ever met, and I was loving it. Her groin rubbing against my cock heated me quickly, so I tried to find her entrance with it. She felt what I was attempting and said, "Can't wait, can we? Here, let me help", as she reached down and guided me into her. I slid all the way up her with a single thrust. She was a bit tight, but so wet it neither slowed me nor seemed to cause her discomfort for she said, "You're a bit thicker than I'm used to, but your cock stretching me feels good, real good!" Impatient to begin, she started a rhythmatic movement of her groin against me, forcing an inch or two of my cock into her. Playing catch up, I quickly matched her rhythm, and responded as she increased the pace. Knowing by now she was extremely verbal during sex, I recognized that her transition from moaning to groaning to gasping told me almost exactly how far along she was on her journey to a climax. From her gasps of pleasure and the urgency of her hip movements, I knew she was close, so I went into the short strokes and pounded into her hard and deep. Within seconds, she gripped me tightly with her limbs and I heard a shout begin deep in her throat, which suddenly burst out of her mouth with an intensity matching her climax, which hit her hard. Her jerking hips combined with her quick shout that turned into a long wail brought me intense satisfaction. I smiled to myself as I helped her through her orgasm by continuing to fuck her. I deliberately held off my own come and continued thrusting in her, but at a gradually slower pace as she came down. When her wailing stopped and she could control her voice, she whimpered, "Again. Do it again. I need to come again." I sped up and deepened my thrusts. She quickly followed suit with her return hip thrusts and we rapidly climbed the heights together. Within a minute or so, she uttered a shout, followed by a drawn out wail, and jerked out another orgasm, her whole body trembling with passion as she worked her way through it. I managed to hold off coming through another seven or eight of her serial orgasms. Coming down from the last one, she said, "I think I'm about finished, but you need to come. Do me one more time and let me feel you have a big one!" I readily agreed and she helped me achieve my own mind blowing climax. When we were both finished and relaxing in each other's arms, she said, "In case you're wondering, my husband is good at this and has no trouble keeping up with me but, after almost 30 years of marriage, we both need a little something on the side every few months, and you're my 'on the side' this month. I've thoroughly enjoyed having you and will remember this time together for a long time." I replied saying the feeling was certainly mutual, then suggested we get up as our time was almost finished. As she got dressed, and like the shy lady before her, she asked if we could get together in the future. I gave her my card with my first name and mobile number. In the ensuing year since then, we have met a few times privately at her home during the day while her husband was at work. Greg