My name is Sandy, I’m a 26 year old wife and this is the
story of my first interracial experience.
My husband was out of town for business; he was going to
be gone for three weeks. After about a week and a half I
couldn’t control the desire to have my physical needs
met. I decided I would hit the bar the next night and
find a suitable guy.
It was a little after eight when I began to get ready. I
fixed my hair and makeup, put on my favorite black silk
halter top that highlighted my natural 44B breasts, a
pair of jeans and a pair of six inch heels. I checked
myself in the mirror and thought to myself, I can’t
believe I’m going to be spreading my legs for another
guy tonight.
I arrived at the bar, and it wasn’t very busy. Looking
around I didn’t see anybody that I wanted to hook up
with so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a
few sips a handsome forty something black man sat next
to me and ordered a beer. Normally I wasn’t attracted to
black men, but he was hot. He was 6’5 240 pounds, shaved
head with an athletic build.
I took another sip when he moved closer to me and
introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Jonas. ” I smiled, shook
his hand and said “I’m Sandy, nice to meet you. Jonas
was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers
and a blue golf shirt.
We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my
second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Jonas
put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in
my ear, “You have really amazing breasts. Are they
real?”
I blushed and replied, “Thank you and yes they are.”
“Too bad your married, your incredibly sexy.”
“You’re pretty attractive too,” I replied.
We continued to flirt like that for a while. The
combination of the alcohol and Jonas gently rubbing my
back was making my freshly trimmed pussy really wet. I
looked over at Jonas and said, “I need a cigarette, want
to join me?”
“Sure,” he smiled knowingly.
Jonas put his hand on my ass as we walked out to a
secluded portion of the balcony. The balcony overlooked
an alley, and wasn’t visible from the street; two large
street lights provided plenty of light.
As I lit my cigarette Jonas put his hands on my waist
pulling me close to him. He began to softly kiss my neck
as he ran his hands over my stomach and squeezed my
breasts. I moaned as I exhaled.
Jonas ran his hands down my waist and slid his hands
under my halter top. He squeezed my breasts and pinched
my nipples. I moaned even louder as I rubbed my ass
against his crotch. “That’s quite a bulge,” I said a bit
shakily.
Jonas chuckled, “It’s ten inches long and I’d love to
put in you.
I moaned into his ear, “Mmm, I think I’d like that.”
As he continued to massage my breasts he said, “Want to
fuck here?”
I just mumbled on word as my body lit on fire, “Okay…”
I flicked my cigarette over the balcony and grabbed the
railing. Jonas ran his hands down my waist and quickly
unbuttoned my jeans. In one fell swoop Jonas pulled my
jeans and panties down to my ankles. In a commanding
voice he ordered me to spread my legs and stick my ass
out a little more as his shorts fell to the floor. I
complied as I anxiously awaited Jonas’s meat missile.
Jonas placed the head of his cock on my tight damp pussy
and drove his big black cock deep inside me. I screamed
in pain as he drove his dick into me. He let a loud
Neanderthal grunt as his balls slapped my ass cheeks.
Jonas lifted my top and grabbed my tits and began
fucking me. I moaned louder and louder as I adjusted to
being fucked by his monster cock. Soon I was matching
his thrusts.
Each one of his thrusts brought me closer to cumming.
Jonas groaned, “Fuck Sandy, you’re so tight.”
I was so hot now all I wanted to do was cum on his
thrusting cock, “Fuck me like you own me,” I begged.
“Whose pussy is this?” he whispered into my ear as he
thrust deeper and harder into me.
I moaned in ecstasy, “It’s yours baby, it’s yours.”
Jonas began thrusting harder and deeper; pinching and
squeezing my breasts and nipples. “Oh god Sandy, you
married fucking whore, I’m going to cum in you!”
I was on the verge of orgasm myself and I moaned loudly,
“Keep fucking me, wash my insides with your hot cum
baby, do it!”
He grunted louder and louder and then he pushed hard
against me and his body went ridged. “Here it comes! OH
FUCK!” Jonas wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
tight, as he shot his baby batter deep inside me.
The big black man came for what seemed like an eternity.
I put my legs together and ground my pussy against him,
making sure I got every drop of his man mustard before
he was done.
Jonas pulled out of me and smiled. I lit another
cigarette. I could feel his cum dripping down my inner
thigh, as I smoked. I finished my cigarette and pulled
my pants back up.
I kissed him and as I turned around to leave the alley I
gave Jonas my number and told him to call me tomorrow.
Jonas did, and I’ve fucked him twice a day for the past
two weeks. I love my husband, but I also love being
Jonas’s whore.
When my husband came home I told him what I’d done. He
forgave me on the condition that he would be able to
watch me spread my legs for Jonas. A month later I let
my husband watch me do Jonas in our bed and we all had a
hot time that night.