An athletic white man and his black BBW wife in action at a rave

My husband and I have most things in common but not my
love for techno music, dancing and raves. So for almost
the first three years of our relationship, I
experienced those things without him. When I went to
raves, which was about every other weekend, it was a
girls’ night out. He was cool about that but I still
felt bad that he wasn’t interested in sharing a big
part of my social life with me.

Then one night when I was getting ready to go to a rave
he surprised me by saying that he wanted to go with me.
He explained that he knows how much I love raves and
that he wanted to see me do something that I love. So
he got in the van with me, Kim and Donna and Britney.
We drove to a far out of the way warehouse about 30
miles from Louisville.

Right after we got inside, Kim, Donna and I stripped.
My husband’s eyes popped out in excitement and surprise
while staring at me. He had no idea that I dance nude
and in just a few seconds, I saw a big bulge in his
pants! I wasn’t worried about him seeing Kim, Donna or
any of the other girls there nude. Except for Britney,
who is half black and half white, every woman there
except me was white and my husband isn’t into girls of
his race! He is only hot for women of color and I was
the only one there. I’m about as black as you can get
and none of the other women there even had a decent tan
except Britney, who doesn’t dance nude, so I knew I’d
have 100% of his attention!

After I took my pants off, I put my shoes and socks
back on and he looked disappointed because he has a
foot fetish but I was going to be dancing on a concrete
surface and I can’t do that barefooted without my feet
hurting badly!

The music started just a few minutes later and I
instantly started dancing. Usually I dance all over the
floor but this time, I stayed near my husband, who was
standing by a wall, near the entrance. Before that, I
usually didn’t think of dancing as sexual, just a great
combination of fun and exercise. But seeing how turned
on he was, I decided to make it sexual. I danced
erotically just a few feet away from him.

Because I was 36 at the time and have been a fat, lazy,
one-pack-a-day-smoker as long as I’ve known him, he was
shocked that I could move around so well. He’s athletic
and an exercise freak and has tried many times to get
me to go running with him. He told me that the way I
eat, he’s surprised I’m not a lot fatter than I am.
Seeing for the first time how I dance, he learned why!

I shook my body all around, pushing my knees up to my
chest, waving my arms, bobbing my head from side to
side and letting my flabs of fat, especially my full
46DDs, shake like jello! And several times I thrust my
shaved cunt and my ass in his direction!

I could tell by the look on his face that he was in a
total state of ecstasy. He looked very tense and wanted
to be all over me. But he stood there and watched while
I put on an individual show for him as if I were a
dancer at a strip club. Dancing sexually got me turned
on and the more I saw my husband was hot, the more I
got hot, too.

After a while, I noticed that he was making slight
fucking motions. The bulge in his pants was sticking
straight up and I figured out that the head of his
white 7-inch fuckstick was between the elastic waist of
his underpants and his belly. I soon noticed from the
look on his face that he was coming and saying
something. The music was so loud that I couldn’t have
heard a word he said but I could read his lips. He
slowly and sensually repeated over and over “Ebony,
Ebony” (Ebony is his nickname for me) while shooting
his load on himself and his clothes.

A few minutes after that, Kim, Donna and I went out,
without getting dressed, to take a cigarette break. My
husband doesn’t smoke but went out with us. It was so
dark outside that we needed to use our cigarette
lighters just to see around. Kim and Donna went back in
right when they finished smoking but my husband asked
me to stay outside with him for a few minutes.

He took me by the hand, walked me over to our van,
pushed me against it and went after me hard. We started
French kissing like maniacs while roughly grabbing and
caressing each other’s bodies. I felt from his pants
and shirt rubbing against my body that he had come a
lot. Then I reached in and grabbed his fuckstick, which
was already hard again, and realized his load had been
even bigger than I realized. It was a lot even for him.

After just a few seconds of making out while leaning on
the van, he opened the door, grabbed me by the hair,
jerked my ear up to his lips and forcefully whispered
“Get in the van, take off your shoes and socks, go to
the backseat, get down on all fours and get your ass up
in the air.”

I’m a totally sub and he’s a total dom, so I eagerly
obeyed his commandment and while I was doing that, he
went up to the front of the van and turned on the
overhead light. He’s very visually turned on and gets
into sex more when he can see my body clearly. While I
was waiting for his arrival, my already dripping wet
cunt burned in anticipation for his fuckstick,
especially because I was about to get it in doggy
style, which is my both my husband’s and my favorite
position. I love the stimulation I get from it and he
loves looking down at my ass, the back of my thighs and
the bottom of my feet.

When he got to the back seat, he stripped completely in
just about 10 seconds. But before he entered me, he
spread my ass apart as far as he could and ran his
tongue up and down my crack until he’d licked up all
the sweat. He loves the taste of my butt sweat and his
tongue made lots of slurping noises. He had never had a
chance to lick up so much butt sweat at once before!
After all that dancing, a lot built up there between
those fat cheeks!

I liked getting licked there but was going through
major fuck withdrawal, so I used his foot fetish to my
advantage. I shifted all my weight to my right knee –
the one by the back rest of the seat – and moved back
my left foot and used the bottom of it to rub his
fuckstick. My foot quickly got him even more excited
and he entered me in just a few seconds!

Having fucked me over 1,000 times, he knows my body
completely and, as he always does, he hit my G-spot
with every thrust, both in and out. I instantly had a
small orgasm and knew that was just the beginning.
Every time the head of his fuckstick hit my G-spot, I
felt a little more pleasure build up inside my body.

I kept getting more and more tense. “Oh shit, oh shit,
oh shit,” I kept sensually repeating over and over as I
got shorter and shorter of breath. The more pleasure I
got, the more I became unaware of my surroundings and I
felt just like a cheap, dirty, nympho whore. At that
moment, I didn’t care about and wasn’t even aware of
anything other than fulfilling my insatiable sexual
appetite and my husband was the same way. Unlike me, he
wasn’t saying anything, but his breathing was very
deep, like mine. And sweat built up heavily between us.
And I was glad he had come right before we walked out
of the warehouse because that meant he could now hold
it longer.

Finally, after a few minutes of relentless pounding
that kept getting faster and rougher, I felt that I was
about to go over the edge. I knew that at any second I
was about to have an orgasm as fantastic as I ever had.
My shouting of “Oh shit” continued and was getting much
louder.

Finally it hit. “SHIT!” I screamed at the top of my
lungs. I lost my sight and every little bit of my big
body was filled with as much physical pleasure as
humanly possible. My cunt opened up wide and gushed out
come like a faucet. I completely lost control of my
body and shook violently. I started to collapse onto
the seat but my husband held me up and kept pounding
away.

As the orgasm went on, I stopped saying “shit” and just
screamed hysterically and my husband started pounding
as fast as possible. When I come like that, he tries
hard to come with me. He usually succeeds and this time
was no exception.

He fingers were already dug deep into my ass and thighs
and suddenly they got so tight that I thought he was
going to start tearing my thick, black skin. Then I
knew he was going to start coming any second. Since he
had started fucking me, he hadn’t said a word but when
he started coming, he shouted “That’s it, Ebony, come
on my fuckstick, you big, hot, fat, black, cunt fuck.”
And he shot me the biggest load I’ve ever gotten from
his second come of a day. My orgasm lasted about two
minutes and his for about one. His ran out first but he
still kept pounding me until mine faded out.

When I stopped coming, he instantly let go of me and I
fell hard onto the seat, completely exhausted. My sight
had returned but I was so tired I closed my eyes. After
partly catching my breath, I smiled and in a very tired
but very excited and happy voice, I said “Shit!” He
then lay on top of me with his now soft fuckstick
resting between my ass cheeks. He put his hands
underneath my arm pits and cupped them around my
shoulders and gently kissed me over and over on my
shoulders, neck and face.

Neither of us said another word until we left the
warehouse to go home a few hours later. After we
completely re-gained our breath, he got dressed and I
put my shoes and socks back on. We went back inside and
until the sun came up, he watched me as I danced with
our come dripping down my legs.

That night, my husband learned what he’d been missing
and I’ve learned how erotic dancing can be! And ever
since then, whenever I’ve gone to a rave, he’s usually
come with me in more ways than one!

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