The Aftermath Of Jackson

So I told my husband about what happened with Jackson while I was on my business trip. Obviously he was and is still not happy. I guess I get what I deserve. I explained that I tied so hard to deny the desire at each crossroad but it just continued to smolder deep within my sex. Jackson had a smoothness to him that made me feel calm, relaxed and safe. Jackson also had an aura that made me feel wild and free and adventurous and ultimately filled with sexual desire. When I was walking down the hall the first night, I felt like I was being pulled, like an out of body experience. When he opened the door, his nearly naked body took me by surprise but also stoked an incredible amount of heat between my legs. His touch, his kissing, his passion were all unmatched by anyone in my sexual past. His cock, as I noted previously, is the true definition of a big black cock. Long, thick, very dark black, huge hanging sack. It just hung there when semi hard but once it was fully hard it stuck almost straight out from his groin area like a steel beam that would hold up a house. It said suck me, it said I am going to fill you, it said I am going to fuck you like never before. As such, I gave up my pussy bareback for him, without any reservation. Being 57, he is over twice my age. I could say he preyed on me, but make no mistake, I was a willing participant. I allowed him to sit next to me, I allowed him to pay for dinner, I walked to his room, I allowed him to penetrate my white pussy. But ultimately, the worst and most challenging part for me was that I went back the next two nights. I went to his room, knowing he would fuck me until I could not walk. I knew his cock would fill and stretch my young white pussy to the max. I knew his stamina would create long, deliberate pounding on my cervix. He knew exactly what to do: he knew when to pound, when to spank my ass, when to pull my hair, how to use words to enhance the experience, when to change to another position, when to go easy. He would be in the throws of pounding me and he would say things like do you like that big black cock or are you my white married slut and many other things - and they all just stoked the burning desire even more. His cum was thick and delicious. Over the few days with him, he came (maybe) 10 times, mostly in my mouth and on my body. He never came in my pussy, but I probably would have said yes if asked.

I have watched more interracial porn in the last five days than all of the porn in my entire life. I am a white married woman with an incredible desire to be taken by big black cock. I do not see how this is possible by the actions of one man, but it is true. I love my husband, but he cannot do what this man did to me. Jackson fucked me ‘good’ over and over and over. He left my pussy loose, hot, needy, but curiously fulfilled.

My porn experience has lead me to this: I seem to be a hotwife or maybe even a queen of spades. I do not believe my husband will ever be cucked, but it is to be seen whether or not my desire for big black cock will be satisfied again in the future. As I type this, I have made my pussy cum twice and there is more there for the taking.

What did this man do to me that I feel like I have been changed forever?