My name is Diane. I want to share something that happened to me when
my husband and I ventured into an interracial experience. I am not one
of the beautiful people that are in many stories here. I am just an
average looking mother and housewife. I am 50 years old and my husband
(Don) is 52. We have been married for 31 years. We have 3 grown
children who are out on their own. I am 5′2″, 110, 34C and wear a size
6P. I walk daily and do aerobics at least once per week. I would like
to think that I am in good shape. (except for the wear and tear of
giving birth, and the never ending perils of gravity) J Don is 5′8″ a
bit overweight and not very endowed. He does not exercise at all and
has a high stress job. Over time our sex life has diminished. We talk
a lot and have shared some fantasies with each other.
His fantasy has always been to watch me with another man, preferably
one that is well endowed. He even suggested a black man. One of my
fantasies was also to try a well endowed man and I secretly wanted to
try a black man but didn’t share that with Don. Anyway, we joined an
interracial site called and have been looking through the various
categories. We were both amazed at the popularity of interracial
experiences. After surfing through the many categories, we agreed to
meet a black man. One section was an “advertising” area for people
wanting to get together. We began e-mailing two men from our region
with the plan of pursuing some type of get together.
We narrowed it down to one and have been e-mailing him for a few
weeks. He seemed to be a good candidate for what we wanted. He is 42
years old. He sent pictures and is very well endowed. He boasts of 8
inches and very thick. (Hubby is slightly over 5″) Don and I talked
about this and agreed to the meeting. Our plan was to meet at a major
hotel at a halfway point since neither of us can take a chance of
being recognized. Don agreed to let me be alone for the first time. I
explained that I would be too nervous with him in the room. Our plan
was to rent two rooms that abut with an adjoining inner door. He would
be next door while I met with my new lover.
During the week leading up to my “date”, I had feelings of
apprehension, fear, and excitement. Anyway, the day finally came. Don
and I checked in, paid for the two rooms and headed upstairs so I
could bathe and get ready. The clerk looked a bit confused on us
getting two rooms, especially after signing in as husband and wife.
Once in the room I started to get ready. I bathed in fragrant bath
oils, shaved very neatly and laid in the tub letting my mind wander on
what was in store for me. For my grand evening I planned to dress very
conservatively, since I am an “older” married woman. I selected a
simple black cocktail dress, with matching bra and panties and only 2″
heels. Nothing exotic here. We agreed to meet at the dining room at 7
p.m. The time had arrived and we headed to the dining room. I saw him
the moment I entered the lobby. His name is Derek. He was much better
looking than his picture, standing about 6′2″ and weighing well over
200 pounds but I couldn’t see any fat. He was articulate and a great
talker which put me at ease. I have been a nervous wreck since we set
the date to meet. I donât know if my nervousness was due to this
extra-marital affair or that I was going to experience a long time
fantasy of mine. From the e-mails we shared, I had learned that he was
single, a construction worker from New York and had been with several
white women, married and single. He had even sent us some photos of
him and other women he had been with.
After dinner we went to the lounge for drinks. I normally have no more
than two glasses of wine in an entire evening. This evening I had
three glasses of wine with dinner and had two cosmopolitans in the
lounge. The band was playing and he asked me to dance with him. I
could feel the size of his bulge on my stomach and I got both scared
and aroused. The wine and cosmos took effect and I told Don that I was
ready to go upstairs. I donât know if my head was spinning from the
alcohol, from the excitement of the evening, from the bulge he
continuously pressed into me, from the thought of what was going to
happen, or a combination of everything.
Don knew that I was excited because of the way I kept snuggling to
Derek, dancing every slow dance with him and hanging on every word he
said. We received quite a few stares from the other patrons. Derek and
I left to go to our room while we left Don there to pay the tab. I
leaned over and kissed Don while rubbing my hand up his thigh. He was
hard as a rock. I knew that he was excited about this happening as
well.
As soon as we entered the elevator Derek began rubbing my ass and
cupping my breasts, telling me how good I looked and that I would be
having the time of my life. All I could think of was that large bulge
in his pants and all those myths I had read about concerning black
men, their size and their stamina. I guess I was going to find out if
it was true. I had goose bumps all over. He had asked earlier about my
sex life and was excited to hear that he was the first black man I had
ever been with. He even called me a virgin. It’s been a long time
since anyone ever referred to me as virgin anything.
The time has arrived. My heart was pounding as we got to the door. As
soon as we entered the room he grabbed me and kissed me. I never felt
him pull my zipper down but responded when he slid the straps off of
my shoulders and let my dress fall to the floor. I helped by removing
my bra and kicking off my shoes. He kept kissing my lips, shoulders
and neck while playing with my nipples. I was hoping that he wouldn’t
be disappointed with my 50 year old shape. If he was, he never showed
it. He took my hand and led me to the sofa. He sat down with me
standing in front of him. He began by sucking on my nipples and then
kissing my stomach while slowly pulling my panties down. I was
nervous, excited and soaking wet. He grabbed my ass and pulled me
close to him. I wanted to faint as he started flicking his tongue
against my clit. All I could do was hold the back of his head and pull
him to me. He pulled me onto the sofa and stood up. I watched as he
removed his shirt and started unbuckling his pants. As he dropped his
slacks to the floor I could see the “tenting” of his red silk boxer
shorts. (Don wears white cotton briefs) He took my hands and put them
to his waistband. I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted. As
I pulled his shorts down his cock sprung out at me. It was at least
eight inches and very thick. I began to get nervous, thinking that I
could never handle something this size. It was so dark with thick
veins and a huge set of balls. He sensed my concern and assured me
that everything will be just fine. I tried to take him in my mouth but
could only get a bit more than the head of it in. After a moment or
two of sucking and stroking he pushed me back on the sofa. He knelt
between my legs and began fingering my clit while biting and sucking
on my nipples. He then slid down and began sucking on my clit, darting
his tongue in and out of my pussy. I was in pure heaven. After a few
moments he knelt between my legs. The moment has come. I asked him to
wear a condom. He said he would, but only when he is ready to cum.
Right now he says, this is still foreplay. As he put the head in, I
jerked backwards. He reassured me again, while I begged him to go
slow. He did. After a few moments of short strokes he was halfway in,
and I felt fully stretched. It felt great. He would continue to stroke
me and then frequently pull out and run his cock head on my clit. This
would only make me hotter and I would ask him to put it back in. He
then took my legs and put them on his shoulders as he entered me
again. I had my hands against his thighs and would push back, asking
again for him to go slow and easy. After a few minutes he stopped
moving and was just looking at me, smiling. He then said for me to
look down at his cock. I did and saw that it was all the way in. How
did I take something this large? He began to stroke me slow and deep
and then would speed up and pump me furiously, then go back to slow
and deep. We continued to fuck for quite a while and I was amazed at
his stamina. I lost count of my orgasms. I would close my eyes and
actually see stars.
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