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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 33
This happened a couple years ago - but I still feel guilty for it everyday.
My husband and I moved into a smaller home, and we had extra furniture in the garage that we no longer needed. I called the Salvation Army for them to send a truck and pick up the extra tables and chairs. It was a hot summer day when the truck showed up, and a stocky black guy met me in the garage and asked what was he picking up. I showed him what we were donating, and soon he was loading the stuff onto the truck. It was kind of exciting letting a stranger see me in a sun dress, especaily since I was not wearing a bra. There is no harm in teasing a little, right?
When he was done, he asked if he could use our bathroom and since he was so polite, I let him into our home. That's when everything changed. He went from being a nice guy, to literally throwing me onto our couch. When I asked him what he thought he was doing, he said that I knew exactly what he was going to do, and what I wanted him to do.
Within seconds he had the top of my dress pulled down exposing my breasts, and was working on getting my panties off. I kept on saying "No NO" but at the same time I found myself lifting my butt up off the couch so my panties would come off easier for him. When he stood up to take his pants off I did not move - I had such a mix of emotions going through me. Fear, lust, but mostly desire. His cock was enormous, my first thought that was it looked twice as big as my husbands. I again said "Please dont" but he just laughed. He said all white married women need this as some point. When he first started to penetrate me, I told him that he was too big, but my body seemed to open up wider to accept it. Within minutes I went from saying "NO" to kissing his neck as he pushed in and out of me. Feelings I had never had in my life flowed throughout my body, and I was ashamed how easy it was to climax with this man. I was actually disappointed when his tempo increased and I knew it was almost over. I asked him to please pull out when he came, but again he just laughed and said "no way". Moments later, and for the first time in years, someone besides my husband came inside me. And I loved it.
When it was over, it just seemed natural to kiss him. And we eneded up kissing so deeply and passionately. He eventually stood up and told me (ordered me?) to go into the bedroom and take my dress off and wait for him. I did what I was told. I heard him make a phone call telling someone that he was having trouble with the truck, and he would be a bit later returning to the store. I must have looked so desperate, but when he showed up in the bedroom, there I was naked, on the bed, almost begging him to join me.
For the next 1/2 hour or so, and I will admit it, I made love to this man. And it felt wonderful. He brought me places sexually that my husband has never taken me to. At one point, I remember looking at the nightstand next to the bed, and seeing our wedding picture - that was so awkward. It was like my husband was watching me make love to this black stranger.
I did not even bother asking him to pull out the 2nd time, I wanted to feel every drop of him as much as he wanted to put it all inside me. When it was over, I could not stop kissing him. I never wanted him to leave!
We both reluctantly got dressed, and we actually held hands as we walked back to the garage. He ended up going to the back of his truck and taking out one of the chairs. He said I could tell my husband that I forgot about that one chair, but the Salvation Army guy was coming back next week to get it.
The following week he arranged a 2 hour break around the time he was to return to our house. We spent every minute of those two hours making love. He is the best lover I have ever had, and I think about him every time my husband and I are intimate to this day.
I was very "late" with my period later that month, which scared me to death. Did i have a black baby inside me?? Luckily it was a false alarm, but that scared me enough not to see my black stranger anymore. What is funny is, I still dont even know what his name was!
My husband and I moved into a smaller home, and we had extra furniture in the garage that we no longer needed. I called the Salvation Army for them to send a truck and pick up the extra tables and chairs. It was a hot summer day when the truck showed up, and a stocky black guy met me in the garage and asked what was he picking up. I showed him what we were donating, and soon he was loading the stuff onto the truck. It was kind of exciting letting a stranger see me in a sun dress, especaily since I was not wearing a bra. There is no harm in teasing a little, right?
When he was done, he asked if he could use our bathroom and since he was so polite, I let him into our home. That's when everything changed. He went from being a nice guy, to literally throwing me onto our couch. When I asked him what he thought he was doing, he said that I knew exactly what he was going to do, and what I wanted him to do.
Within seconds he had the top of my dress pulled down exposing my breasts, and was working on getting my panties off. I kept on saying "No NO" but at the same time I found myself lifting my butt up off the couch so my panties would come off easier for him. When he stood up to take his pants off I did not move - I had such a mix of emotions going through me. Fear, lust, but mostly desire. His cock was enormous, my first thought that was it looked twice as big as my husbands. I again said "Please dont" but he just laughed. He said all white married women need this as some point. When he first started to penetrate me, I told him that he was too big, but my body seemed to open up wider to accept it. Within minutes I went from saying "NO" to kissing his neck as he pushed in and out of me. Feelings I had never had in my life flowed throughout my body, and I was ashamed how easy it was to climax with this man. I was actually disappointed when his tempo increased and I knew it was almost over. I asked him to please pull out when he came, but again he just laughed and said "no way". Moments later, and for the first time in years, someone besides my husband came inside me. And I loved it.
When it was over, it just seemed natural to kiss him. And we eneded up kissing so deeply and passionately. He eventually stood up and told me (ordered me?) to go into the bedroom and take my dress off and wait for him. I did what I was told. I heard him make a phone call telling someone that he was having trouble with the truck, and he would be a bit later returning to the store. I must have looked so desperate, but when he showed up in the bedroom, there I was naked, on the bed, almost begging him to join me.
For the next 1/2 hour or so, and I will admit it, I made love to this man. And it felt wonderful. He brought me places sexually that my husband has never taken me to. At one point, I remember looking at the nightstand next to the bed, and seeing our wedding picture - that was so awkward. It was like my husband was watching me make love to this black stranger.
I did not even bother asking him to pull out the 2nd time, I wanted to feel every drop of him as much as he wanted to put it all inside me. When it was over, I could not stop kissing him. I never wanted him to leave!
We both reluctantly got dressed, and we actually held hands as we walked back to the garage. He ended up going to the back of his truck and taking out one of the chairs. He said I could tell my husband that I forgot about that one chair, but the Salvation Army guy was coming back next week to get it.
The following week he arranged a 2 hour break around the time he was to return to our house. We spent every minute of those two hours making love. He is the best lover I have ever had, and I think about him every time my husband and I are intimate to this day.
I was very "late" with my period later that month, which scared me to death. Did i have a black baby inside me?? Luckily it was a false alarm, but that scared me enough not to see my black stranger anymore. What is funny is, I still dont even know what his name was!
