| verycute22 |
05-20-2023 08:59 PM |
I am a white wife who has always had thoughts about having sex with a handsome, hung black man. My husband and I were having dinner at Ruby Tuesday's one night, and from a few tables away, I noticed this nice looking black man kept looking at me. My husband was seated in the booth where he could not see the man. Eventually, I decided I had to do something to see just how much of me this black man was after, so I slipped out of the booth on the pretense of having to go to the ladies room, and in doing so I gave him quite a view up my legs.
As I came out of the ladies room and headed back to the table, guess who was in the little hallway that one had to take to get to the restrooms. As I walked up to him, he handed me his card. I took it with a smile. Later, the next day, I called the number and we talked for a few minutes, and it was very obvious he wanted my pussy. I told him that my husband would be out of town the following Thursday, but only for the day, and gave him our address.
On Thursday, he called, and again, with my husband now on his way out of town, I told him he could come by, to come to the back door, and that I would see him. He showed up right on time, and after three or four kisses, I took his hand and he followed me up to the master bedroom where I let him fondle me, then I sucked the biggest cock I have ever seen, and then he fucked me beyond my wildest dreams. Now I know why white women say, "Once you have had black, you'll never go back..." as I have been fucked by two other black men since, and loved every minute of it!
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