After a long time of searching, my husband and I found a black guy named Marc on AdultFriendFinder to meet and have sex with. He was respectful but firm. Physically, he was on the muscular side, around six feet tall, so taller than both of us.
We met at a hotel away from our city so no one would know what we were doing. When he arrived, he was dressed casually in jeans and a nice shirt. I was wearing a shoulderless one-piece red skirt with a six-inch zipper in the back, and nothing underneath. My husband was wearing jeans and a shirt as well.
My husband let Marc in, and he came over to talk to me in front of a small table. We exchanged pleasantries, and I offered him a drink. As we talked, my husband came over and stood awkwardly next to us. Wanting to get into the conversation, he attempted to answer one of Marc’s questions for me. Marc didn’t miss a beat and snapped at him. “Can’t you see I’m talking to your wife??” My husband tried to apologize. Marc responded “You just can’t keep your mouth shut can you?…. Come here!” and moved him in between us, my husband facing Marc. “Get on your knees.”
There was a momentary hesitation, but he complied and got down on his knees. Marc tugged at his belt, and though I couldn’t see it because my husband was in the way, I knew he was undoing his belt and pants. I wasn’t sure what to do because it all happened so fast. Marc unzipped his pants and pulled his long soft black cock out in my husband’s face, and said “Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m gonna put it to good use.” He put his hand on the back of my husband’s head and the next thing I know, he’s sucking his cock!
Marc takes a sip of his drink and says “Sorry about that, where were we..?” I was completely shocked and speechless!! He smiled and said, “You notice I didn’t have to force him to, right? That’s the difference between your husband and a Real Man.” We continued our conversation for a few more minutes and then told my husband to stand up. He directed him to strip naked as Marc did the same.
Now, I could finally see his dick. It was about nine inches long, and glistening in the light from my husband’s spit. He walked over and stood next to my husband, who was now naked, with his flabby “dad-bod” and rock-hard five-inch penis dripping cum. Marc again said, “That’s the difference between your husband and a Real Man” as my hubby looked down in shame.
Marc said, “Go undress your wife and present her to me.” My husband walked over behind me, un-zipped the outfit, then got on his knees and grabbed the bottom of my skirt. He slowly pulled it down, exposing my small breasts, then my pussy to Marc. I stepped out of the outfit and my husband slid it off to the side. “Turn around” Marc commanded. And, I did. I turned around slowly, looking at the love of my life, naked and on his knees, knowing Marc was enjoying my body with his eyes.
As I turned around, Marc was stroking his dick and told me to get on the bed. I climbed on the bed slowly and looked at him. He told me to lay down on my back and spread my legs wide. And, I did.. Then he looked at my husband and said, “Look at your wife. She just watched you suck my black cock, and now she wants me to make her pussy mine. You gonna try and stop me?” No response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Marc climbed on the bed, on top of me, and slowly began to slide his magnificent black cock inside. He leaned down, pinning me to the bed as he thrust his long dick further and further into me. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could’ve escaped from his hold. And I knew that my husband was still on his knees and wouldn’t do anything. It was at this moment, that I realized there was no stopping him. Marc could do anything he wanted to me and there was absolutely nothing I could do but let it happen.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I own this pussy now. You belong to me.” My eyes rolled back and I came all over his dick. He began to fuck me harder and faster, pushing that thick muscular dick deeper and deeper until the pain stopped and I felt his heavy ball sack slapping my ass. He sat up and told me to turn around. I quickly hopped up and got on my hands and knees, facing nearly toward my husband who was still kneeling on the floor by the end of the bed. “Don’t you even think about touching that little dick of yours!” Marc commanded, and I saw his arm drop from where he was stroking.
Marc mounted me from behind, holding my hips firmly with his strong hands, and began pounding me. I came over and over as his cock destroyed my tight little pussy like never before. Then he started making me say things, and I was in too much ecstasy to refuse. He had me by the hair so I was made to look at my husband while saying them. “Black Lives Matter!” “Black Lives Matter!” “Fuck White People!” “My husband ain’t shit!” “I’m never going to fuck my husband again, I promise!” as he taunted my husband.
Then, without warning, Marc said “Time to put a black baby in you.” and shoved his dick as deep as he could. His dick exploded inside me, throbbing with every spurt of thick cum as he emptied his nut into my womb. I could feel his warm semen hitting my stomach from the inside, sending shivers through my body. He pulled back, stroked the rest out inside, and got off the bed. I collapsed in pleasure, still staring at my husband though I could barely see him.
After a minute or two, Marc told my husband to get in the bathroom. They went in and I tried to regain my composure. Marc came out, and said he had to go, but asked me to come to the bathroom with him before he left. I slowly rose and made my way to the bathroom. When I walked in I found my husband, still naked, and now on his knees in the bathtub.
Marc was standing in front of the tub and had his arm open as if to invite me over to him, so I walked over. He put his arm around, his hand on my ass, and pulled me in close to him. He grabbed my right hand and put it on his dick to hold it, while my left was on his muscular back. Suddenly, I felt his long member twitch and he began pissing on my husband. He reached up and grabbed my breast, moving in and kissing me passionately.
So now, I have this big, black, muscular man fondling my tits and my ass while rolling his tongue around in my mouth, while I hold his beautifully long dick as he pisses all over him… As he finished, and his dick began to jerk as the last bits spit out, he stepped up a little and pulled my husband’s head down on the tip. “Stroke the rest out,” he said. And, I did. I stroked his dick and pushed the last of Marc’s piss into his mouth. I saw the look on my husband’s face as it hit his tongue, but it didn’t stop me. Marc looked at me and said, “That’s the difference between your husband and a Real Man.” Then he told him to clean himself up while he tells me bye, and we walked out.
I heard the shower turn on as we walked over to the table. Marc smiled and began putting his clothes back on. “You still can’t believe that just happened?” he asked. “No” I stammered. “Just remember..” he said, “you could’ve moved my dick away at any time so I wasn’t pissing on him…, but you didn’t. YOU pissed on him.., just like you stroked the piss out into his mouth.” I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say.
But Marc knew he was in charge the whole time. And he reminded me that I promised I would never have sex with my husband again. And as much as I thought this was going to be just a fun encounter, here I was already thinking about being a true Queen of Spades, and becoming “Black Only.” Marc told me not to worry, that if my husband didn’t agree with everything, he would’ve said something, and that means he’s completely okay with everything that was said and done. That made me feel a little better.
Marc left, but he’ll be back. After all, my pussy now belongs to him. And if for some reason he doesn’t, I know that my pussy belongs to the black man.
My husband came out after his shower, walked straight over, and got on his knees next to me. I walked over and laid down on the bed, spread my legs, and told him to come to pleasure me. He did as he was told without question, and he’s continued to do so ever since. I let him jerk off, but only in the trash, the toilet, or he has to lick it off of me. He’s become Pussy Free, and I’m now happier than I could’ve ever imagined. I have a great marriage with a man who takes care of me, he does as he’s told, and I get all the black dick and the best sex of my life whenever I want it. I can have bulls, or dress sexy and go find a new one at the club. Who could ask for anything more!?!?
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