There is no denying who or what I am anymore. At first I tried to lay off any guilt by telling myself, if it wasn't for my husband being so drunk and abusive to other people that night, I'd still be his faithful wife. The truth of the matter is, when Lindon the bar manager in our hotel gave me a lift with my husband getting him back to our room, we'd already flirted heavily.
I'd never been with a black man before, and I'd certainly not had sex with a guy in his late forties. Yet hearing from another guest of the hotel earlier in the week, telling her friend that Lindon's cock was massive, I became lustful and we began to flirt.
Lindon was already erect when I lead him into the room next to where my husband lay asleep. And I'd already let him know I wanted to taste black cock. Licking and Sucking on what is by a long long way the biggest penis I've ever seen, let alone had fuck my mouth pussy and arse, was such a massive turn on for me.
In the two hours we had such amazing sex together, I orgasmed over a dozen times. Taking Lindon's huge length deep inside my extremely wet pussy and creamed up arsehole, over and over again. I knew he saw me as just another little rich white bitch, but then by the time I'd cum from his tonguing alone, I would have done anything for him. And I did.
By the time he walked out of our hotel room, I'd taken two loads of his beautiful cum. One all over my face, breasts and stomach, and one hot and sticky load up my sweet arsehole. An arsehole which had only had one other mans cock enter it. And that was when I was at finishing school.
My husband is destined for a very highly paid career very soon. From now on, I think I'm destined to allow my desire for a huge black cock to overcome me. I'll know for sure next week when one of the stable hands visits our home. He's nineteen, black, very athletic, and from my gentle enquiries, I've found out he enjoys fucking fit white sluts. As his employer, I think I'm going to take advantage of that little bit of information.