- Wet Stories -
Straight Female / 51
First Black Bull
My husband and I are in bed a few months ago and I tell him that I have a bucket list sex item. First: the stop in his tracks interest from this guy was comical enough for me to laugh out loud! Anyways, I tell him that I would love to be fucked by a black bull. He doesn’t say anything. To break the silence I say I hope I didn’t make you upset. He responded with certainly not. Hopefully I am good enough for you. He is, but you only live once and life is getting shorter for me.
We fall to sleep but talk about it all day on Saturday. Why, how could it work, who, when, how far it would go….
We are not swingers, but we have friends that are. I reached out to Carla and she gave me her take on this. My husband reached out to Carla’s husband Joe and he gave him his take too. We came together to discuss our findings. This crosses over a line that you can never get back. This bull, if chosen correctly, will do things to me that I can only dream about. This may change the dynamic of our own relationship and not just sexually. This is not to be taken lightly. We table it and allow each other to gather their own information and thoughts for another discussion down the road.
About a week later, we are laying in bed and my husband opens his laptop to a fetish site where everything imaginable is posted, spoken about, depicted. We find the local bull groups and he shows me three chats he was having: Ty, Wil and Chris. All three guys were in their late 40’s, bigger bodies, hung cocks and all active bulls. They all showed my husband resenting testing results as well. These men were what I was looking for. These men would give me what I desired.
After a week of chatting, we chose Will. We met him on Saturday night and we immediately hit it off. Dinner was good and the talking was even better. We explained this is our first time and explained he has been doing this for 10 years. He explained most of his ‘dates’ are with married, white women. I was no different.
In the middle of dinner, in a place where I obviously felt really comfortable, I blurt out ‘how does this work?’ He says we finish dinner and we decide if we should find a hotel to get a room. When we get into the room, to be fully honest, I am going to fuck you better than anyone else, longer than anyone else and you will still want more. We will probably part ways after I fuck you again in the morning. All through this, your husband can watch and or participate in any way you both want. If not, that is good too.
My husband allows me to speak before putting his foot in his mouth. What do you think? My response: if you are okay with this, then I am too. He agreed. We find and book a hotel in town and we drive there.
As we are driving, I say to my husband, are you sure about this. A bull that is good at his craft is going to fuck like crazy. My husband, being the more practical person in the relationship, says he is going to fuck you like crazy, are you sure about this? Wow touché! No more words were spoken except us saying I love you.
At the hotel, it is an odd feeling checking in the my husband and a large black man. The desk clerk says ‘enjoy your stay’ and I nearly died.
Once we got to the room, Will took complete control. Full! Control! My husband sat in awe how he opened my body and mind for the experience. My hands couldn’t grab his large cock fast enough. We kissed. He found my c**t….and found it ready, hot and very wet. I went to my knees and began sucking his cock. He had suck a powerful feeling cock. I took his cock deep in my mouth over and over until he says relax, unload your mind and take a deep breath. With that, he pushed his cock down my throat. This slut had taken almost 8” of black cock down her throat! My eyes watered. My c**t juiced. My husband when full silent. Will says good girl….relax, I got you. He throat fucked me until I needed more air. The spit was dripping from his shaft and balls. The spit covered my chin and my boobs. My c**t was on fire.
The blowjob continued for maybe ten more minutes. He told me to lay on my back on the edge of the bed. He went for a condom and I said there was no need. I did not even ask my husband. He fucked my c**t over and over and over, making me cum countless times. He came three times - c**t, mouth, c**t.
We fucked again in the morning and we went our separate ways later in the day.
We fall to sleep but talk about it all day on Saturday. Why, how could it work, who, when, how far it would go….
We are not swingers, but we have friends that are. I reached out to Carla and she gave me her take on this. My husband reached out to Carla’s husband Joe and he gave him his take too. We came together to discuss our findings. This crosses over a line that you can never get back. This bull, if chosen correctly, will do things to me that I can only dream about. This may change the dynamic of our own relationship and not just sexually. This is not to be taken lightly. We table it and allow each other to gather their own information and thoughts for another discussion down the road.
About a week later, we are laying in bed and my husband opens his laptop to a fetish site where everything imaginable is posted, spoken about, depicted. We find the local bull groups and he shows me three chats he was having: Ty, Wil and Chris. All three guys were in their late 40’s, bigger bodies, hung cocks and all active bulls. They all showed my husband resenting testing results as well. These men were what I was looking for. These men would give me what I desired.
After a week of chatting, we chose Will. We met him on Saturday night and we immediately hit it off. Dinner was good and the talking was even better. We explained this is our first time and explained he has been doing this for 10 years. He explained most of his ‘dates’ are with married, white women. I was no different.
In the middle of dinner, in a place where I obviously felt really comfortable, I blurt out ‘how does this work?’ He says we finish dinner and we decide if we should find a hotel to get a room. When we get into the room, to be fully honest, I am going to fuck you better than anyone else, longer than anyone else and you will still want more. We will probably part ways after I fuck you again in the morning. All through this, your husband can watch and or participate in any way you both want. If not, that is good too.
My husband allows me to speak before putting his foot in his mouth. What do you think? My response: if you are okay with this, then I am too. He agreed. We find and book a hotel in town and we drive there.
As we are driving, I say to my husband, are you sure about this. A bull that is good at his craft is going to fuck like crazy. My husband, being the more practical person in the relationship, says he is going to fuck you like crazy, are you sure about this? Wow touché! No more words were spoken except us saying I love you.
At the hotel, it is an odd feeling checking in the my husband and a large black man. The desk clerk says ‘enjoy your stay’ and I nearly died.
Once we got to the room, Will took complete control. Full! Control! My husband sat in awe how he opened my body and mind for the experience. My hands couldn’t grab his large cock fast enough. We kissed. He found my c**t….and found it ready, hot and very wet. I went to my knees and began sucking his cock. He had suck a powerful feeling cock. I took his cock deep in my mouth over and over until he says relax, unload your mind and take a deep breath. With that, he pushed his cock down my throat. This slut had taken almost 8” of black cock down her throat! My eyes watered. My c**t juiced. My husband when full silent. Will says good girl….relax, I got you. He throat fucked me until I needed more air. The spit was dripping from his shaft and balls. The spit covered my chin and my boobs. My c**t was on fire.
The blowjob continued for maybe ten more minutes. He told me to lay on my back on the edge of the bed. He went for a condom and I said there was no need. I did not even ask my husband. He fucked my c**t over and over and over, making me cum countless times. He came three times - c**t, mouth, c**t.
We fucked again in the morning and we went our separate ways later in the day.
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