Found What I Didn’t Know I Had.

So my husband of 7 years told me I was sexually bland and his needs weren’t being met. He said he was going to start seeing other people and encouraged me to do the same. I was hurt but I hoped it was a phase he was going through. I had kept myself lean and fit, mostly for him, and still believed I was beautiful and sexy as did many men who passed me by.

So I went about my business and daily routines hoping he would come around. But, about a month later he came to me and said he had found his true love and needed a divorce. I was heartbroken. One day I saw them together. She was three inches taller then me and carried, no exaggeration, probably 90 pounds of excess weight. I’m not joking she was a very big women. He said she rocked his world so I guess that was it. I began mentally preparing for a new life.

Within a week I was at my CrossFit gym when this black guy named Antoine started talking to me. It took me a few moments but it finally dawned on me that he was coming on to me. It also occurred to me that he was always hitting on me and I hadn’t noticed. He asked me out for a drink after the work out and I decided why not.

To make this story short I had two drinks with him and was soon as his place. I had never been with a black guy before. Just not thought about. I’d heard the cliches that I thought were silly but, in truth, when we got naked his body was beautiful and cliche or not his cock was longer and thicker than any I’d seen. I pretty much let him take control. We didn’t make love. He fucked me. Deep and powerful. I did everything he suggested. He made me cum at will and I sucked him and gave away all that I had. It was like an awakening.

For four days we explored each other and his great dick invaded me. When I finally went home I was sticky, sore, tired and amazingly satisfied. We took a break and by the weekend we’re in each others arms again. Night after night we spent together and I craved having him inside my mouth or pussy. He began to fall in love and I just kept sexual pace though my vagina was raw.

I ran into my soon to be ex husband at one point and he suggested that we should discuss terms for reconciliation because his chunky world rocker was not turning out to be a dream. I smiled at him and said I’d met a man who turned my pussy inside out and I wasn't going to be done fucking his big, black monster for several years. He went in the bathroom, vomited and then ran out the door.