First Black Lover
This is a confession of sorts, but really it is the story behind this new experience.
My husband is the best man I know. We know everything about each other - where all of the bodies are hidden if you understand that analogy. We know each others life bucket lists as well. One of the things on my bucket list is to be taken sexually by a black man. After years of sexual role play, including ever growing sized black toys, we finally decided to live out this bucket list. After all, we have given him things from his bucket list. I understood this was a big ask.
We started our search and it was slow going. We chatted with a few men but something did not click with all of them. We had moments of frustration and sadness about it but we tried to keep searching. It never happened.
About a year later, I am introduced to a friend of a friend at a symposium for work. I am in the bioscience industry - a science nerd!!! His name is Ismail, but everyone calls him Izzy. From the minute I set my eyes on his, the energy was there. He is 6’1 and a fit (maybe) 210 pounds. He is much older - 53.
As the day went on, we found each other gravitating towards each other. Talk was basically about work, but damn, I would fuck him if he invited me back to his room. I told my husband about this surprising development and he said do whatever feels natural. He encouraged me to explore and have fun….call it a hall pass for the symposium.
Izzy and I decided to meet for dinner that night. We had steak and the conversation flowed way too easily. We talked about our families - he was married and so was I. As the night went on, I could feel the heat burning. This was my opportunity. I texted my husband and said Babe, this is going to happen if the question comes up. Are you sure about this? He encouraged me to let it go where I wanted it to go.
As dinner ended and we headed back to our car, he held the door for me. As he ushered me through the door, he gently helped me along by pushing my ass with his hand. I was wearing jeans so he easily felt my ass. And yes, my pussy knew my ass just got touched. I gave him a coy thank you….and a smile. As we got to the car, he pressed me against the car, looked me in the eyes and kissed me. There was no hesitation from me. I opened my mouth and allowed him in. His hands found my hips. My hands on his shoulders. We kissed and touched in the dark parking lot for 10 minutes or so and decided to head back to the hotel. In the car, we thought better about our hotel and found another one to get more comfortable in.
As we entered the room, I felt like the world was watching me. Like everyone in my life would judge me. Like I was doing something wrong. I went into the bathroom, took a selfie and sent it to my husband. The caption was clear: I am in a hotel room with Izzy. I am horny. I am 100% certain we are going to fuck. I love you! He never responded….
I walked out of the bathroom and Izzy was completely naked on the bed. The white sheets contrasted his dark body. His hands were huge. His abs were tight. His cock, which was semi hard, was a picture of sexual perfection - big head, thick shaft, a loose hanging sack. I will only say he was long, because I do not want anyone to say I exaggerated.
He ushers me over and I start to get undressed. The heat is killing me at this point. I get to my panties and get into the bed. Fuck is all I could say. He kissed me and his hands found my nipples. My hand found his cock…I desperately needed to feel it in my hand. This lastly minutes at the most until I went down on him. I looked at it, licked it, sucked his balls and finally took it all in my mouth. Well, tried. He was too big by the time he was fully hard. I did everything in my power to please this man and his cock. At one point, I actually felt him breach my throat and that became the norm. He ended up stopping me. He put me in all fours and came up behind me. He took out a condom, put it on and took my pussy. My puffy lips were no match for him. Here is the embarrassing part, I came in about a minute. One minute and he had me flooding the bed. I screamed, bucked and dug my fingers in his back. He just kept fucking me deeper and deeper.
We fucked the next two nights in my room and his room. I have my husband the pictures he wanted to see as well.
Izzy is the only blacker lover I have ever had. We spend time together each year at the nerd symposiums! Lol
