My husband and I have recently moved to a new city for his job. We have moved 4 times in three years. The first time we moved I became very lonely because I was suddenly cut off from all my friends and family with more than a four hour drive to see them.

I managed to cope and we made weekend trips back home as often as we could. That helped me deal with the loneliness. Then we moved again and this time it was an 8 hour drive.

This is the first time I found myself seeking company. My husband was working long hours and sometimes 6 days a week.

After we had been there for four months I couldn't help myself so I started searching for someone. I never intended to cheat on my husband but after a couple of weeks of going out and spending a lot of time in bars, I found myself increasingly desperate.

One night, I became significantly drunk, and I will be honest by saying that I was very flirty. That night, a man convinced me to let him take me home, which honestly wasn't hard to do being so drunk.

He helped me in my house and into my bedroom. I turned to him and asked if there was any way I could thank him. He wasted no time and was quite direct when telling me what he wanted.

I untied my dress and let it fall to the floor. The man was suprised to see me completely naked under my dress. He undid his pants and I grabbed his cock, eager to have sexual pleasure, which my husband had not given in weeks.

That evening we had some of the most intense sex that I have ever had. I had three more visits with that man during the next several weeks. We moved again not long after.

In the next city I found it easier to seek out companions. My husband remained clueless and I had several different partners. And then we moved again to where we are now.

At first I was somewhat worried about the neighborhood we settled in because it was primarily a black neighborhood and many of them were less than what I would call decent citizens. Regardless we lived there. My husband went to work and I went out.

I was not suprised that I was noticed immediately but I was suprised when I was still in front of my house when a black man approached me and didn't hesitate to hit on me.

I was dressed to show off, but this man knew just what to say to turn me on. I was very excited but neglected to take his offers because I was also unsure of having sex with a black man.

A few days later after having no success finding partners I encountered that same man again and this time I invited him inside. That was when my life changed. Seeing that man's large cock for the first time had me so sexually worked up that I could barely think.

He has since introduced me to several of his friends. I now have sex very frequently with several different black men from the neighborhood.

Many days I don't even bother to get dressed. My husband leaves for work at 6am every morning, and my guests knock on my door around 7am. Just about the time my husband lets me know that he has started his work day. I usually open the door wearing my night robe. The robe usually falls off within minutes of the door closing behind my guests. Sometimes I have sex with more than one man at a time.

I am honestly considering leaving my husband and living here for as long as I am satisfied by these men and their huge cocks. Honestly, not all of them are so big, but many.