I didn't count anyone in on my infidelities with Jorge and Alfonso, few would have understood, many would have censored. I was convinced that men are like boys who always need to be told they're the best and only ones. It's not the case with Carlos, my husband. Not long after his return from the United States, I hadn't deleted Jorge and Alfonso from my phone contacts, nor had I erased the content of some hot messages from him. In a daze, I lent Carlos my phone, his had suddenly stopped working, as I was outside the house and needed to send an important message to the company. Without me realizing it, he opened one of Alfonso's messages and read: “...the fragrance still lingers in my nose and on my tongue and lips, both soft and delicious, from your sex...” He said nothing. He returned my phone and at night, tête à tête, asked for it again. I was puzzled and asked why he wanted it -I discovered the tip of the iceberg: I want to pull the string and find out what's on the other end- -What are you talking about?- -About Alfonso, who... seems... can't get over... the taste and aroma of you- -I wished the earth would swallow me! Fortunately, thanks to our mutual love and our kids, things didn't escalate as I had feared. It wasn't a catastrophic confession, surprisingly reciprocal. I, with fear, gave a very brief and watered-down account of my escapades with Jorge and Alfonso, justifying them with my annoyance at being left alone by Carlos's trips, of course, no mention of my heat for the two handsome boys. Carlos had a compassionate and tolerant attitude. In short, he forgave my moral weaknesses. Moreover, in an unexpected way for me, he balanced things out: he confessed that he too had... broken the rule. We agreed that from then on, there would be no more hiding between us: any extramarital episode, we would talk about sincerely, both of us, before or after it happened.
For months, my sexual behavior was irreproachable and, according to my husband, impeccable.
Until one night Carlos told me that the day before he had a date with Marielle, a Brazilian from Bahia, whom they had hired for his company to give intensive Portuguese classes from Brazil. It was his first experience with a girl of color. He declared himself enchanted, and the sexual details, oral, vaginal, and anal, he recounted, left me at a thousand. I had to make an effort that night to return to my normal body temperature.
That rekindled in me a dormant fantasy, among the various ones that emerged during games with Carlos: having sex with a black person or directly with an African.
I decided not to put off satisfying my erotic desire any longer.
As I passed by a small store more than once, I had seen a handsome black man, sometimes with another white employee, other times alone. I thought it was a good opportunity for my plan. On one of the occasions, I found him alone and entered, under the pretext of buying a beach towel. He was a dark-skinned man, almost with violet reflections, around 30 years old, shaved, 185 cm tall, athletic, and with a perpetual smile on his face.
His Spanish was not fluent but very understandable, indicating that he was foreign and had lived in Argentina for quite some time.
I convinced him and bought the towel from him.
Before leaving, I asked about his story. He was originally from Senegal, having arrived (via Brazil) at the port of Rosario about 10 years earlier. The other gentleman, owner and friend, had given him a job at the store.
While he spoke, my gaze inspected his athletic physique, with frequent glances at the package in his pants. Imagine what size the black cock was that I was hiding. Lamine (that's the name he told me) noticed my bold gaze and with a mischievous smile, said to me: Ma'am, new bikini models will arrive tomorrow. I'll save one red... you have a perfect body and blondes like you look great in red bikinis. What quick reflexes that boy has! I returned two days later. Lamine, due to his mischievous smile, was evident that he had realized I hadn't come back for the bikini. What a lovely surprise! I thought I wouldn't be coming back... Let me fantasize that he came to see me at my place... – What nonsense! I'm happily married. Your husband is a very lucky man, you can admire him every day. – I laughed and blushed. Don't believe it, he often travels for work - I replied in jest. When he's not there, ...I can keep him company... when is his next trip? - I insisted again. What quick reflexes that boy has! We continued with the erotic fencing for a good while. I didn't want to keep putting it off, finding out how much pleasure it could be to have a black cock inside me. We agreed to meet at the store's closing time the following afternoon. It wasn't that same day so I could arrange where to leave the kids if Carlos happened to go out too. It wasn't necessary, he stayed home. And besides: I'll stay awake for you to tell me how the 'grone' behaved - he said when he found out what motivated my late-night outing. As expected, we got it on at full speed. With the light off, it was impossible to sleep, curiosity and desire were consuming me, I felt my vagina pulsing, I felt myself getting wet, I touched Carlos beside me but he was already sleeping deeply. So I went to the bathroom and masturbated until I had an intense orgasm. The next day, an incredible sex desire invaded me, I kept looking at the clock obsessively, every now and then thinking .... come on, hurry up!... I want to screw that Senegalese. Around 18:30, it was hot, I
Shower, I make up, brush my hair and perfume, put on a red thong dress over my thong, say goodbye to Carlos and the kids, and leave.
Around 19:30, as agreed, the grone Lamine is waiting for me, smiling, in the hotel lobby. He kisses me on the cheek and we go up to the room. He still has one hand on the door handle when, with unprecedented boldness from me, I say:
-'Is your red bikini better, more beautiful than this?'- and lift my dress.
He gazes at me with his eyes and quickly closes the door behind him, takes a few steps forward and says:
-'And what do you think, is this one better, more beautiful than your husband's?'- and lowers his pants and underwear, showing me a still-relaxed but relatively short penis with an intimidating circumference.
It gets hard, it's black, enormous. It reminds me of the deodorant spray tube with the legend Cuero+Cookies that my husband has in the bathroom cabinet. I grab it, my hand won't close. I give up sucking it, doubt it will fit in my mouth.
A few seconds pass, Lamine kisses my neck, his hands are all over my body when he finds my completely soaked pussy. He pulls down my thong, kneels and licks furiously... drives me crazy, I want to feel him inside me.
I ask him at the ear. He lifts his pants from his ankles, takes a XL condom box from his pocket and leaves it in my hand. I take one out and put it on, his cock is extremely hard.
He undresses me, undresses himself and gets into bed with me. Soon he's on top of me, as soon as he penetrates me, he makes me lose my breath... fills me full.... He fucks me smoothly but as soon as he accelerates, I start to gasp and scream loudly, it seems like he hasn't had sex in a long time, not yesterday, and makes me have an incredible orgasm with few thrusts.
Lamine laughs with pleasure, kisses me on the mouth for the first time and says you won't forget this cock so easily (and he's right), lies down beside me on his back, with the cock stiff, pointing at the ceiling. I get on top of him, I love this pose, since I decide the pace of the fuck, I bury myself and feel his member in all its hardness, his extraordinary thickness fills my entire pussy making me feel unique sensations... I don't delay much before cumming again. I don't get to sleep, Lamine puts me on all fours and fucks me like a madman, in my pussy from behind, until he finishes and, followed by a few more thrusts, I'm invaded by a new orgasm that almost makes me faint (he made me cum three times in one fuck).
We fall asleep, head to head, exchanging words, few, many caresses, and some kisses.
I look at my watch, it's only around 20:30. The shift is for 3 hours, I was there with permission, he didn't have a commitment, neither of us wanted to waste it.
In the remaining time, with restorative pauses, we give each other one in missionary position, another with me riding him.
Lamine didn't want to leave without fucking me from behind, I screamed at the size of that black cock, insatiable. The painful sensation soon turned into a dull annoyance and, briefly, into pleasure.
I enjoyed it, obviously, less than when he had it inside my pussy.
We said our goodbyes, grateful but without promise of new dates.
Around 23:00, I arrived back home.
Faithful to his word, Carlos received me awake.
My report, light, superficial, omitting the most immoral details, was however enough to warm him up.
The night ended with marital sex. Always pleasant.
For months, my sexual behavior was irreproachable and, according to my husband, impeccable.
Until one night Carlos told me that the day before he had a date with Marielle, a Brazilian from Bahia, whom they had hired for his company to give intensive Portuguese classes from Brazil. It was his first experience with a girl of color. He declared himself enchanted, and the sexual details, oral, vaginal, and anal, he recounted, left me at a thousand. I had to make an effort that night to return to my normal body temperature.
That rekindled in me a dormant fantasy, among the various ones that emerged during games with Carlos: having sex with a black person or directly with an African.
I decided not to put off satisfying my erotic desire any longer.
As I passed by a small store more than once, I had seen a handsome black man, sometimes with another white employee, other times alone. I thought it was a good opportunity for my plan. On one of the occasions, I found him alone and entered, under the pretext of buying a beach towel. He was a dark-skinned man, almost with violet reflections, around 30 years old, shaved, 185 cm tall, athletic, and with a perpetual smile on his face.
His Spanish was not fluent but very understandable, indicating that he was foreign and had lived in Argentina for quite some time.
I convinced him and bought the towel from him.
Before leaving, I asked about his story. He was originally from Senegal, having arrived (via Brazil) at the port of Rosario about 10 years earlier. The other gentleman, owner and friend, had given him a job at the store.
While he spoke, my gaze inspected his athletic physique, with frequent glances at the package in his pants. Imagine what size the black cock was that I was hiding. Lamine (that's the name he told me) noticed my bold gaze and with a mischievous smile, said to me: Ma'am, new bikini models will arrive tomorrow. I'll save one red... you have a perfect body and blondes like you look great in red bikinis. What quick reflexes that boy has! I returned two days later. Lamine, due to his mischievous smile, was evident that he had realized I hadn't come back for the bikini. What a lovely surprise! I thought I wouldn't be coming back... Let me fantasize that he came to see me at my place... – What nonsense! I'm happily married. Your husband is a very lucky man, you can admire him every day. – I laughed and blushed. Don't believe it, he often travels for work - I replied in jest. When he's not there, ...I can keep him company... when is his next trip? - I insisted again. What quick reflexes that boy has! We continued with the erotic fencing for a good while. I didn't want to keep putting it off, finding out how much pleasure it could be to have a black cock inside me. We agreed to meet at the store's closing time the following afternoon. It wasn't that same day so I could arrange where to leave the kids if Carlos happened to go out too. It wasn't necessary, he stayed home. And besides: I'll stay awake for you to tell me how the 'grone' behaved - he said when he found out what motivated my late-night outing. As expected, we got it on at full speed. With the light off, it was impossible to sleep, curiosity and desire were consuming me, I felt my vagina pulsing, I felt myself getting wet, I touched Carlos beside me but he was already sleeping deeply. So I went to the bathroom and masturbated until I had an intense orgasm. The next day, an incredible sex desire invaded me, I kept looking at the clock obsessively, every now and then thinking .... come on, hurry up!... I want to screw that Senegalese. Around 18:30, it was hot, I
Shower, I make up, brush my hair and perfume, put on a red thong dress over my thong, say goodbye to Carlos and the kids, and leave.
Around 19:30, as agreed, the grone Lamine is waiting for me, smiling, in the hotel lobby. He kisses me on the cheek and we go up to the room. He still has one hand on the door handle when, with unprecedented boldness from me, I say:
-'Is your red bikini better, more beautiful than this?'- and lift my dress.
He gazes at me with his eyes and quickly closes the door behind him, takes a few steps forward and says:
-'And what do you think, is this one better, more beautiful than your husband's?'- and lowers his pants and underwear, showing me a still-relaxed but relatively short penis with an intimidating circumference.
It gets hard, it's black, enormous. It reminds me of the deodorant spray tube with the legend Cuero+Cookies that my husband has in the bathroom cabinet. I grab it, my hand won't close. I give up sucking it, doubt it will fit in my mouth.
A few seconds pass, Lamine kisses my neck, his hands are all over my body when he finds my completely soaked pussy. He pulls down my thong, kneels and licks furiously... drives me crazy, I want to feel him inside me.
I ask him at the ear. He lifts his pants from his ankles, takes a XL condom box from his pocket and leaves it in my hand. I take one out and put it on, his cock is extremely hard.
He undresses me, undresses himself and gets into bed with me. Soon he's on top of me, as soon as he penetrates me, he makes me lose my breath... fills me full.... He fucks me smoothly but as soon as he accelerates, I start to gasp and scream loudly, it seems like he hasn't had sex in a long time, not yesterday, and makes me have an incredible orgasm with few thrusts.
Lamine laughs with pleasure, kisses me on the mouth for the first time and says you won't forget this cock so easily (and he's right), lies down beside me on his back, with the cock stiff, pointing at the ceiling. I get on top of him, I love this pose, since I decide the pace of the fuck, I bury myself and feel his member in all its hardness, his extraordinary thickness fills my entire pussy making me feel unique sensations... I don't delay much before cumming again. I don't get to sleep, Lamine puts me on all fours and fucks me like a madman, in my pussy from behind, until he finishes and, followed by a few more thrusts, I'm invaded by a new orgasm that almost makes me faint (he made me cum three times in one fuck).
We fall asleep, head to head, exchanging words, few, many caresses, and some kisses.
I look at my watch, it's only around 20:30. The shift is for 3 hours, I was there with permission, he didn't have a commitment, neither of us wanted to waste it.
In the remaining time, with restorative pauses, we give each other one in missionary position, another with me riding him.
Lamine didn't want to leave without fucking me from behind, I screamed at the size of that black cock, insatiable. The painful sensation soon turned into a dull annoyance and, briefly, into pleasure.
I enjoyed it, obviously, less than when he had it inside my pussy.
We said our goodbyes, grateful but without promise of new dates.
Around 23:00, I arrived back home.
Faithful to his word, Carlos received me awake.
My report, light, superficial, omitting the most immoral details, was however enough to warm him up.
The night ended with marital sex. Always pleasant.
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