Six so far! It was hubby's fantasy that I went with a black man, but i said no for 2 years. Then to shut him up I decided to do it, and guess what? I loved it! I agreed to meet a black journalist in London. But I stood him up as I just couldn't go through with it. I felt so guilty, but he was ok about it and we decided to try to meet again. Although nervous, I did actually meet Jon this time. We had a lovely lunch, a few drinks and got on very well. He had the gift of making me relax and feel good about myself. Jon then asked if I wanted to go back to his friends place for a few more drinks, and I found myself saying yes! I texted hubby and told him where I was going, and what would probably happen. At Jon's friend's place we chatted and drank for a while. Then Jon took my hand and led me up to the bedroom. We kissed, and he began to undress me. Soon I was totally naked, and giving myself to my first ever black man. The sex was glorious, like it was in a dream, it felt so wrong, so naughty, but it was the most intense sex I've ever had. He made me suck his long, thick, black cock, which I enjoyed more than hubby's! In all he had me three times that afternoon, coming deep inside me each time. I went home with my white, married pussy swollen and dripping with black man's cum, and I loved it, and knew this was the start of something big! J x
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