I fulfilled my fantasy with a black man.

I have fifty years old and the temperamental and hot has increased significantly in me, perhaps it is due to the privation and limited that my sexual life has become in my marriage. My husband is a very good man, husband and father of our only son. But I feel like I am suffocating with my desires every day to have sex, to take all days. I have repressed my desires to be with women, but now I also dream of big cocks and being with black men, sucking their enormous trunks until I get tired. I had never been with a black man before, but the idea became more pressing until I brought it into practice and made it real. It was with a black man as I had imagined; tall, somewhat muscular, very well-endowed. My husband doesn't imagine that I am a hotwife burning to go out and have sex like I used to before getting married. He doesn't know that every day all I think about is having sex. I planned to stay in a house for the whole weekend without leaving to have sex until exhaustion. Convinced my husband to go on vacation to the Caribbean and he thought it was a good idea, so we're planning to go to Jamaica. My mom once commented that there were some handsome black men and that the place was very nice, so we went all three, my husband, my son, and I. And although I'm already fifty years old, I still keep myself slim and can look good. I bought some one-piece swimsuits with a low back and a low-cut front, they made me look taller. We arrived at the hotel and were greeted by the bellhop to take us to reception and register. He caught my eye, but seemed half-dumb, during dinner one of the waiters looked at me as if saying here's what you're looking for, his gazes were enough to make me wet just thinking about his cock that would be between my legs. I got up to the salad bar to say a discreet hello and he shook me with his response; eyes so captivating and full of life, he said. I was electrified. thanks and I served myself. I insisted on my son eating dessert so I could meet up with him again. When he saw me approaching the dessert tables, he got behind the table where I would take the cake. He was tall, slender, with very short hair and a pleasant smile. I was so hot that I had to stop myself from making a mistake. I asked him casually if he worked the afternoon or evening shift and he told me they rotated but this week he was working the afternoon and left at 10 pm. The next day I got dressed up to go to the cafeteria and see him. A white dress with no bra, a thong that showed a little bit of my skin, sandals with heels, brushed my hair back, and light makeup, red lipstick. When I entered the hall, I saw him and he searched for me with his eyes and smiled at me. I approached him by the salad and asked if he could tell me what time it was from the room's balcony, I asked him which direction he saw it and told him south. He replied that from the garden, he could tell me when we left, he would say so gladly. I told him I'd tell my husband to go to the bathroom and we'd meet in the garden. I went out to the garden and he was already there, I was going with a pounding heart and my pussy was wet. In reality, there was nothing to ask or see, I told him it wasn't visible from there, but his proximity and the humidity of my little thing made me want to tell him I thought him very pleasant and I'd like to chat with him, he said he also liked chatting with someone with those eyes but if my husband wouldn't mind. I told him I'd say my husband was going to take some classes for three hours in the morning and it seemed fine to him, we agreed to meet again the next day at 9 am. next day in the morning. I was burning and couldn't sleep at night thinking about the screwing that black Caribbean guy would give me. I told my husband I'd be going to dreadlocks classes and he said if I wanted to bring the kid, he wouldn't because it would probably get bored. I put on the same dress without a bra and left the straps loose so the dress would cling more to my sides and show off the birth of my tits. I wore a thong with a butterfly embroidery at the front that frames my pussy, the butterfly is above and only two strings on either side of my use the word: pussy. Red walnut hair and a small triangle of public hair also red walnut. A medium-high heel sandal in red that matched my nails. We met three blocks from the hotel, he greeted me very nicely and asked where I wanted to go, if I wanted to take a coffee or a drink. I said whatever was fine with me, I just wanted to chat with him about where he suggested going. He said we could go to a bar right there where we stayed or his house. I said his house was fine for me, I was burning thinking about his cock. I intentionally loosened the straps of my dress even more so they would show off my tits on the sides and front. We entered his house and as soon as he closed the door behind us, I couldn't resist and got close to him lasciviously rubbing myself against him all the time while planting a wet kiss that he responded with the same intensity. He ran his enormous lips over my neck, lowering one of the straps and almost exposing my right tit. I started feeling his cock on my stomach, that cock that was already getting hard and that I so desired. I felt his chubby lips on mine and directed them to my tits, under the straps, and my tits were ready for him to suck them, which he did immediately. Suck them! I screamed, yes, I said in a scream. With his enormous hands caressing my back while he sucked me and She was biting my nipples. I could already feel his enormous cock wanting to get out of its white pants. And I had my dress up to my waist when he took my hand and led me to his bed. I fell onto his bed and I lay on my back with my legs spread apart like that, then I lowered the dress, pulled it off by the feet, and left myself with only my thong at his disposal. I saw him take off his shirt and I could see his marked, thin chest and abdomen. He ran his hands over my legs and buttocks and I was already burning with desperation to feel his cock on me. I took off the thong, leaving it halfway down my leg, then I slid and fell onto my knees, turned around, and ended up right in front of his zipper. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, leaving him with a white bulge where that thing I was looking for was marked, that enormous black cock I wanted to have inside my burning little thing. He stretched the spring of his zipper and out came an enormous, thick, and heavy cock at half-erection. I saw it in front of my eyes like I was hypnotized, caressed it, and felt embezzled to have such a huge cock in my hand right in front of my mouth, 8 inches if you please. I already had only my sandals on, then I put it in my mouth and it tasted delicious, its smell was incredibly sexual, I thought I wanted him to take me every day we were there and he still wasn't taking me. I felt it growing inside my mouth, pulled it out to look at it, and marveled at how big, thick, and veiny it looked, and the smell, that smell I had never smelled so sexual. He took off his pants and ended up as naked as I was. I got up and climbed onto his waist to put the biggest cock I'd ever dreamed of inside me, it opened its way between my lips and he pushed it in with a single stroke, which made me let out a cry of pleasure and a little pain, but it was wonderful. I hugged his neck feeling like he was making me his, like a slave to that thing inside me. He put me on the bed on my back and I lifted my buttocks to receive such a gift from behind, I wanted him to push it into my bum. It was enormous and beautiful, it was very well. Shaving and it was so shiny, the testicles so lustrous. By the ass!, I yelled, by the ass please, give it to me through my ass! I took hold of my hips lifting myself up more and he slowly inserted it while I urged him to put it all in, all of it. It hurt a little but the sensation and the thrill of being inserted with a cock that size heated me up so much. He put it all in and I felt it until my throat, I was riding it while holding onto his hair which made me hotter. More, more!, I yelled. I had two orgasms and then I felt all his cum as he washed over me inside, I turned around to see and receive something from what had filled me up entirely. We got dressed and agreed to do it again, I didn't know how, maybe another kind of hair. Before leaving his house, I stopped him, lowered his pants and gave him another blow job, it smelled even tastier, I made him finish and his moans took me to heaven. I want that cock inside me again! I said. I arrived at the hotel for lunch thinking about that black guy whose name I didn't know but whom I already wanted to see again, I thought about the excuse for the next date. His flavor was still in my mouth and his smell all over my body, when I closed my eyes I couldn't stop seeing his enormous black cock, shiny and slippery. As it entered and left my pussy more moist than ever responding to that animal who possessed me. That night when entering the dining room for dinner, I looked for him with my gaze and there he was, turned around and smiled at me. We sat down at the table and immediately I went over to the salad bar. He was waiting for me: 'goodnight', he said in a low voice. 'I want to see you tomorrow', I replied. I'll be at your house at the same time, I added. You can wait for me, I responded. How do you want me to dress?, I asked. Similar to yesterday but without underwear, nothing. See you then, I said and went back to sit down at the table, To Be Continued.