This is a fictional story….in more ways than one. If you aren’t a fan of cheating wives, then perhaps choose a different category of stories.

Introduction

My good friend Kelly and I were warming ourselves up for TJ. By “warming ourselves up”, I mean grinding our pussies together until we had a nice, big, mutual orgasm.

Speaking of big, TJ will be here soon. We had booked his long, thick beautiful black cock for the night. I’m guessing right about now, down the street, what’s-her-name and her daughter are taking turns riding him. Brandi and Leanna I think? Mmm, so sexy to imagine a mom and daughter working the same dick.

Anyway, we all live in the same neighborhood. TJ is really sweet, letting us white ladies schedule time to play with him. And of course by “play with him” I mean fucking his and our brains out, in earth-shattering, bed-breaking, animalistic black cock worship services.

After Kelly and I had climaxed, we laughed, held each other, untangled our legs and rested.

She asked me a dreaded question. A question she never asked in the year and half-ish that we’ve been friends. It’s a question I feared she’d ask eventually.

Kelly rolled over, kissing and sucking on one of my big tits. She kissed up to my neck, winding her fingers into my platinum blonde hair, guiding my face to hers. She smiled softly, then initiated conversation.

“Mmm, I can’t wait for TJ to get here,” she said.

“I know. I hope that mom and daughter combo don’t wear him out too much,” I chuckled, hoping she wouldn’t ask the question that I feared most.

She was quiet for a little bit, the two of us taking a break, our pussies still wet with anticipation. She rose up on to her elbow. She was going to ask it, I knew it.

“Kristen, you were married, right? I don’t think you ever told me about how it ended. I mean you don’t have to, but I’m just curious. I told you about mine ending,” Kelly asked. As if her revelation justified an answer. Which it did not.

“Oh, right. Yes I was,” I groaned inwardly. It was the last thing I wanted to talk about – my marriage to Trent ending.

I sighed heavily, Kelly picking up on my feelings. She was annoyingly skilled like that.

“Sorry,” she said. “We don’t have to,” she lowered her eyes. This was a woman who told me everything. I felt guilt for not opening up to her. I thought quickly, eyes darting to the left.

“Black cock,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Black cock. That was it,” I added.

Kelly thought for a second. “Oh. I see, so you cheated on him with a black guy?”

“Heh, yep. Sure did,” I gave a naughty smile, abet a little rueful one. “Mmm, love that black dick.”

“Really? Wow. Tell me about it,” Kelly asked. “We have time. It’ll keep me horny.”

I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go into it. But she was waiting, looking at me as if to say “go on.” I was horny too.

“…Alright, sweetie. Here goes.”

-1-

“Sex is what it boiled down to,” I started after a brief pause.

Sex with Trent was just so boring and lame. I mean, he was a little-dicked, timid white guy. He was not a big, aggressive bull – like TJ or all the other blacks I had slept with while married. After a few years, I started wondering if this was how sex was going to be, if this was how it was supposed to be – bland, boring, infrequent, and no orgasms.

Luckily for me, my sister – a buxom, wild red-head named Bea – is a true black cock queen. She gets so much daily black cock I’m surprised she hasn’t morphed into a black woman from all the black DNA she consumes daily. I’m kidding of course. But if I had to guess in her nearly 40 years of living, she’s probably had close to 2000 different black men. She is a slut! A total slut for black cock. And she is who set me on my path of finding and fucking real men.

I saw her at Thanksgiving one year. She was sweet to me, but pretty much ignored Trent. She tended to look down on white guys. Anyway, after dark and a few glasses of wine, her and I were talking, Trent already in bed, snoring. I noticed she kept checking her phone, texting someone. I asked her what was up.

“Just one of my boys,” she giggled.

“One of your boys?”

“Mmhmm. See?” she in her drunken, not caring state, let me read some of her private texts.

My eyes opened in shock. I read texts to my sister which contained stuff like: white pussy this, black dick that, and plenty of n-words.

“Whoa,” I handed her phone back to her.

“Oh yeah. I have a few texting me, asking when I’ll be back,” she said. I watched her text a reply, smiling. “I love it. I love black dick.”

“See?” Bea found a picture on her phone, showing it to me.

“Wow, ok, um,” I stammered.

“Can’t wait to get his fucking cock in me,” Bea said, texting someone else.

She sat her phone down, finally done. “By the way,” she piped up. “How are things with Trent.”

“Um, ok. I guess,” I was hoping she wouldn’t ask. I was embarrassed to admit how stale sex with him was. However, my drunken state took over.

“Just ok?” she prodded. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

I took a big swig of wine and opened up to my sister. “It’s horrible. The sex. So boring, so bland, I never cum. He rolls on top, huffs and puffs, and is done. He rolls off. I roll over and felt like crap.”

Bea was nodded, smiling wickedly the whole time. I knew what she would said, I knew what she would suggest.

“Black cock,” she said. “You need to go black.”

“Ugh. I can’t cheat,” I said.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like, how insane, how good black men are in bed,” Bea said.

“But. I just, I can’t cheat.”

“Look,” Bea reached for her purse. She pulled out a huge black dildo.

“What are you – “
“See this big thing? This is basically a replica. One of the blacks I sleep with is around this size,” Bea explained.

My mouth hung open. How could my sister fit that inside her. The alcohol continued to work its magic.

“Gosh, I’m so horny. Like all the time. Black cock is always on my mind,” Bea said, going to her knees, standing the dildo up on the couch.

I was shocked further when Bea quickly removed her tank top, revealing her bare breasts to me. She propped her breasts up, sliding the dildo in between them, sucking away at the tip.

“Your tits are as big as mine. They’re made for black cock,” Bea said.

She jumped on me, straddling me next. “Bea, what are you doing?”

She was pulling my shirt up. I couldn’t stop her. I was too drunk, curious, and horny.

Bea tossed my shirt aside and practically tore my bra off. “There,” she held my hands down, behind me on the couch, her big tits, resting on top of mine.

She grabbed the dildo and stuck it between our tits. “See? Yours are perfect for this,” she climbed off me, holding the dildo in place.

“Suck it. Suck that black cock,” she ordered.

I gulped, nodded, and opened my mouth. I slide my tongue all around the tip of the dildo.

“Pretend it’s a black man. You’re getting him ready to fuck you all night. If it really were a black man – he would.”

The tip of the dildo slide into my mouth, my tits holding the shaft in place. “Good, very good,” she smiled.

“You want to cum, don’t you? You’re tired of your little twerp of a husband. I knew when I first met him, he wouldn’t be able to please you – his wife.”

I nodded and kept sucking on the dildo.

“He’ll never know. I’ll help you cheat. I’ll help you get what you need,” Bea continued.

She took the dildo lodged between my breasts away from, standing before me. “I’m going on vacation the week of Valentine’s Day. I’m going with two black men, brothers. I will arrange it so you can join us. You can fly down to the Bahamas with me. It’ll be the four of us in one room.”

I watched Bea strip naked, holding the dildo. “We’ll be in touch as February approaches. But for now, I need to cum.”

She left for her bedroom, leaving me sitting on the couch, topless, wishing I could play with that monster dildo. I was so incredibly horny, thinking about her proposition. I stripped naked and went to my own bedroom. Trent was asleep, on his back, snoring softly. I wanted cock to bad. I climbed in bed, threw the covers off and pulled down his boxers. I stared at his tiny, lifeless cock. I blew on it. I kissed it. I licked it. It remained flaccid.

I engulfed it, along with some of his nut sack. That woke him up.

“Cut it out,” he waved his hand, pulling his boxers up and rolling over.

Lying naked next to him, I could hear Bea down the hall cumming on the dildo, trying her best to be quiet but failing.

-2-

Christmas arrived. Bea had a few stories to tell me. Most were about many black men took her the previous week – a sort of Christmas gang bang. She went on and about how she was cumming all night. I couldn’t help but get horny when she talked about having two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, one in each hand and one in her mouth.

“I was working six black dicks at once. It takes practice, but you’ll be able to as well,” Bea said.

“Bea, I don’t know about that.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you will. Now then, let’s talk more about our vacation.”

“Bea, cheating like that – “

“Will be amazing. Think about all the pleasure you’ll feel. Then once you see what you’re missing out on, you can dump Trent and have a black dick in every hole every day.”

I shook my head, took more gulps of wine and listened to Bea. She arranged for me to fly down to the Bahamas, they’d pick me up, I’d stay in the room with her and her two black friends. Then she went on and on about how much sex I had. But the end of the evening, we were drunk again, my sister was on top of me, on the couch, pinning me down. She was whispering in my ear, moaning about black dick, how much she loved it and needed. I wanted it too. Listening to her got me all riled up. I rolled her off me, she landed with a thud. I watched her crawl to her purse, pulling out her dildo, struggle to stand and clumsily walk to her room.

When she was out of sight, I immediately reached into my pajamas and started fingering myself, thinking about fucking a black man. I stripped naked, fingering myself as I drunkenly made my way to the bedroom where Trent was sleeping. Collapsing on bed, I fingered myself to orgasm next to my husband, thinking about cheating with a black man.

*******

I remember Trent complaining about how I was going to be out of town for Valentine’s Day.

“But baby,” he’d say, “it could be a special night.”

“Awww, I know. We can have fun before my trip though. I wished work hadn’t scheduled this conference too, but it is what it is,” I lied.

The night before my flight, we had sex for the first time in about a month or so. He squeezed my tits after he climbed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him and let him thrust into me for a few minutes. We he ejaculated, he rolled off. I snuggled with him, lying nude in his arms, smiling as I imagined he was a big black man, holding me after hours of sex.

Bea sold me on cheating. I was going to do it. I was going black, I’d sleep around awhile, then dump Trent. I was looking forward to cumming, to good sex. While on the plane to the Bahamas I had to masturbate in the bathroom to take the edge off. Bea, in a sexy cocktail dress was already there, waiting. She was flanked by two big, muscular black men.

“Holy shit,” I thought upon seeing them. I had no idea how this would go down, who I would have, how the sex would be initiated.

Bea gave me a big hug and introduced me to Jamal and Tyrone. They nodded at me, saying nothing else, grabbing my bag.

“I packed for both of us. Bikinis and dresses mostly,” Bea said, taking my arm. “We won’t be wearing underwear,” she whispered in my ear.

I took her lead, I watched her. On the way to the resort, I saw in the rearview mirror my sister in action. She was sitting in between her two, hug friends, making out with one, the other exposing and grabbing a breast.

“Wow,” I thought, wondering if they were going to get naked in this cab. The driver seemed unaware and didn’t care. They didn’t get a chance to have sex in the cab. The resort wasn’t too far away. I stood outside the cab, with Jamal and Tyrone, watching my sister’s head bob up down on the cab driver’s cock. I watched him moan, holding her head in place as he came in her mouth, accepting a blowjob as payment. Bea wiped her mouth, smiled, and motioned us to follow. About 20 minutes later, after check-in, I found myself in a gorgeous bathroom with a huge tub and shower. I was changing into my bikini – one that Bea provided. It was very skimpy, a shiny pink pattern. I turned around in the mirror, my ass was exposed. I chuckled and shrugged.

When I exited the bathroom, my mouth dropped yet again. Bea, Jamal, and Tyrone were naked. She was on top of Jamal, his cock in her pussy, Tyrone was behind her, his cock in her ass. She was oblivious to me. I tip-toed away, quietly sneaking out. I closed our room door, my heart racing. “I want that,” is what I thought. I made my way to the pool area, smiling politely at all the black employees gawking at me. I sat at bar in the pool, ordering a drink.

I chatted briefly with the bar tender. I wondered If I’d ever have the courage to throw myself at a random black guy like him. I knew my sister could easily do it. After about 30 minutes of talking and attempting to flirt with the bartender, someone tapped my shoulder. It was Jamal.

“Hey,” he said, in a deep voice, the first time I’ve heard him speak. “We over there,” he said, not smiling.

“Oh, ok, great,” I smiled back. I looked over his massive frame and saw Bea, in an equally tiny bikini, straddling Tyrone, kissing him in the shallow end of the pool.

Jamal nodded to me and I followed him to the shallow end.

I sat on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the water next to Jamal. “So, Jamal, tell me about yourself.”

He said nothing, turning to me, then back to the pool. Bea got off Tyrone and sat next to me, whispering in my ear.

“Listen, sweetie, they aren’t much for conversation. They’re best for fucking. So why don’t you have a seat on Jamal and I’ll go back and sit on Tyrone. Ok?”

“Um, alright,” I said, sliding into the pool.

Jamal said nothing, parting his legs, expecting me to straddle him. I looked to Bea. I saw her tongue swirling around Tyrone’s mouth, lapping at his. Tyrone’s arms were extending on the edge of the pool while this white woman, my sister, made out with him.

“Hey,” Jamal tapped my arm. He extended his arms, leaning his head back, waiting for me to straddle him in the pool. I looked around, not many people were there, and those that were, weren’t paying any attention to us.

I knew the second my bikini-covered crotch landed against the big bulge in his swim trunks that it was over.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, after throwing my legs over him, straddling him. He felt huge, I don’t even think he had an erection either.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. So I placed him on his huge shoulders.

I was so wet. He was so muscular. I asked myself if he was a real man. I glanced to Bea next to us, she was licking all over Tyrone’s neck, mouth, while he sat there, enjoying it.

A slap to my ass snapped me out of my trance. Jamal was looking at me as if to say, “well?” He leaned his back and I looked over his body. My hands when to his chest, then stomach, trailing over his abs. I felt his cock twitch against me. This was unreal. His body was so perfect, so hard.

“I need that pussy again,” Tyrone said, distracting me. He rose, taking my sister with him, got out of the pool and walked back to our room. Jamal and I were alone.

“Um,” I was confused.

“Hey,” Jamal grunted. “Work your hands, work your mouth, work your body. Get my black dick ready for that white pussy of yours. You got it, bitch?”

I’ve never been spoken to that way before. I didn’t know how to respond.

“Bitch?”

“Um, yeah, yes, sure,” I nooded.

“Then get to work. You gotta work for my dick. It ain’t tiny like that husband of yours Bea told me about. Take a lot work. So get to it,” He ordered.

I thought about my husband. I wondered what Trent was doing. As I felt that massive rod under the water up against my crotch, I quickly forgot about Trent.

I kissed Jamal. I kissed another man. I didn’t stop, I followed in Bea’s footstep, making out with this black man.

He didn’t touch me. He let me work, occasionally his tongue meeting mine. My hands roamed over his chest and abs as we kissed. I felt his cock get harder and harder, bigger and bigger.

-3-

“Let me see them titties,” Jamal said, breaking the kiss, his tongue coiling back into his mouth.

“What? Here?” I asked out of breath.

“No one will notice. Let me see them titties.”

“But,” I looked around.

“Bitch, you know where this is headed. You know I’m fucking that married white pussy of yours. Now let me see them titties.”

I looked around, there were only a few people in the pool, near the bar. I bit my bottom lip, the lips that had been kissing another man besides my husband. I looked over Jamal’s big arms, chest, then down to my cleavage.

I nodded my head, and pulled my bikini top aside, letting him see my breasts.

“Mmm, that’s good. Real good,” Jamal said. I gasped when his big black hand grabbed one of the as if checking for ripeness. He brought it to his mouth, licking and sucking on the nipple.

“J-Jamal, I –“

“Good titties. Now let me have some of that pussy,” Jamal grabbed my butt, standing in the pool, my legs instinctually wrapped around him.

“Jamal, wait, wait,” I managed to say.

“Shut up, bitch. I need some of this pussy now,” he said, making his way to our room.

I could hear my sister and Tyrone before we reached the door. She was so loud, the bed was too, banging against the wall.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I heard her screaming as we entered the room.

Jamal slammed me on the bed next to her, climbed on top and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

“Wait, Jamal, wait,” I patted his chest.

“Kristen,” Bea paused her insane cock riding and leaned over, out of breath. “You know why we’re here. You know what you want. So give him you pussy and you’ll get what you want.”

I nodded and looked back to Jamal, he was on knees, pulling his swim shorts down, his cock sprung forth.

“It’s, it’s,” I couldn’t finish my thoughts.

“Big. I know. Now give me that white pussy,” Jamal said, practically tearing away my bikini bottoms.

He climbed on top of me once more, guided his cock by the base, and impaled me with it.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out as he entered me, never before having been stretched like this.

Jamal settled on top of me. Bea going crazy on top of Tyrone next to me.

“I’m a cheater,” I whispered.

Jamal propped himself up on his hands, looking to my face. My eyes trailed his body.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“What’s that, bitch?”

“I said, fuck me! Give me that black cock!” I yelled.

Jamal grinned smugly, “I’m going to tear this pussy up.”

*******

My body became jelly. I couldn’t move my legs or arms. I felt almost weightless. My spine was made of electricity, tingling all over.

They way Jamal man-handled me, bringing me about orgasm after orgasm, penetrating me deeper than my husband ever could, sent me over the edge.

Oh how he fucked me so good.

Near dinner time was as a mess of sweat, saliva, vaginal fluids, and Jamal’s pre-cum.

I had no idea where Bea was. I think her and Tyrone left to eat, maybe even have sex in the ocean. I didn’t know or care.

I was limp in Jamal’s arms. He was gritting his teeth, on his knees in the disheveled bed, relentlessly pounding, thrusting upward into a married woman’s pussy – mine.

After hours of committing adultery, hours of hardcore sex, my hair pulled, my face and ass slapped, in every position – Jamal was ready to cum.

He dumped me on the bed and for the first time I saw his cock up close, out of my vagina, in my face.

I instantly sucked on it, tasting myself and his pre-cum.

Then it happened, his cock erupted in my mouth, spraying his seed, filling my mouth to the brim. I swallowed several times to get all his semen down. I couldn’t remember the last time I tasted cum. I remember not liking the taste. But Jamal’s was delicious.

He emptied his big balls into my mouth and throat, pulled his cock away, and limped off to the shower. I wanted more.

I rolled of the bed, making a wet splat sound, as my sweaty body hit the floor. I crawled to the shower and got in.

“You want more already?” Jamal asked.

I nodded licking at his flaccid cock, much bigger than Trent’s and it was even erect.

“Heh, well clean yourself off and get that dick back to life,” he commanded.

*******

It was Bea that heard me before she got inside. I was the one wildly squatting up and down on a black cock.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was yelling when Bea and Tyrone returned later than night.

“So easy, so simple,” I heard Bea say, approaching from behind. “Tyrone.”

Bea’s hands went to my butt, holding me still from my crazed bouncing. She pried my sweaty ass cheeks apart and I felt another cock at my asshole.

“Shhh,” Bea calmed me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a nude Tyrone. I watched Bea spit drool onto my puckered hole.

“I’ll be in the hot tub, taking a break. Enjoy these two, then come see me,” my older sister smiled. She got naked, grabbed her bag, and made her way to the hot tub out back.

Two black cocks in me at the same time, one in each hole, both working together, both making me cum over and over.

Tyrone slapped my ass behind me, while Jamal sucked my tits below me. I was in paradise. I was getting fucked by two real men.

My wet, jelly-like body, welcoming both men with ease. They kept going and going, I was approaching exhaustion, losing track of time, of who I was.

“Married,” I thought, though an orgasmic haze. I looked to my wedding ring, while the two black men kept taking me in each hole.

Another orgasm washed over me.

“Fuck you, Trent. Fuck you!” I screamed in my head. “Piece of shit!”

I’d show him.

Both of them came in me at the same time, filling my pussy and ass with cum. I didn’t care. I was in such a state of orgasmic bliss; I didn’t care if I got pregnant.

Jamal was exhausted, so was I. Tyrone pulled out of my ass, and picked me, hoisting me over his huge shoulder.

Semen oozed out of me as he carried me to the hot tube where Bea. “I’m gonna take that pussy tomorrow,” Tyrone said.

“Uh huh,” was all I could muster as he set me into the wonderful hot tub.

-4-

I felt a hand massage my feet. Bea was sitting across from me in the hot tub. “So what’s next for you?” she asked.

I was so overcome with pleasure mixed with contempt for my husband. “I’m not divorcing Trent. Nope.”

“What then?”

“I’m staying married, I’m cheating, I’m sleeping with as many black men as I can before he catches me.”

“If or when he does, you can always move in with me,” Bea said.

“Yep.”

Bea swam over to me, straddling me in the hot tub. “So much fun to have, so much sex.”

“I can’t wait.”

I fell asleep an hour later in between two huge black men.

*******

The rest of the week was constant cheating, constant sex with Jamal and Tyrone. I loved it.

I loved how my husband called me on Valentine’s Day, believing I was working out-of-town, when in reality I was riding Tyrone’s big black cock.

“Hey, sweety,” I answered the phone, Tyrone’s hands kneading my big tits.

We talked for a few minutes, wishing each other a happy Valentine’s Day, saying how we wished we could be there together, blah blah blah.

When the phone called ended, I tossed my phone over my shoulder and made out with Tyrone.

“Mmm, I love this dick,” I said.

“Another white bitch gone black?” Tyrone asked.

“Oh fuck yes,” I said, kissing him once more while riding his cock.

The day before we left, Bea was fingering herself, watching me fuck Jamal and Tyrone. There was a knock at the door.

Jamal pulled himself out of my ass, I hopped off Tyrone and answered the door, naked and not caring.

The black employee couldn’t even get his sentence out, telling me there was a noise complained. I grabbed him and dragged him into our room. I undid his belt and pulled his pants down. His long cock flopped out of his boxers. I squatted before him, sucking all over it.

I moved back to Tyrone and Jamal, taking the employee with me.

I worked three black men at once.

Popping the employee’s cock out of my mouth, I begged the three of them to cum.

Several moments later, my pussy, ass, and mouth filled with semen. Bea climaxed in the corner, watching it unfold.

After dinner, I put on gold and black bikini Bea brought. I took a walk by the pools. Thinking and planning on how to carrying on my cheating ways.

I saw the bartender from our first day here. I approached him, smiled, taking a seat.

“What I can get you before I close?” he asked.

I stared him blank in the face. I pulled my bikini top aside, not carrying if anyone saw it. “I’ll have some of that cock of yours.”

He laughed and said “Yes ma’am.”

Moments later, we entered a kitchen area where the drinks were stored. He was standing up, pinning against the wall, fucking me.

He grabbed a nearly empty bottle of rum and poured it all over us. We drank what we could and kept going at it.

When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, I went to my knees, and he sprayed my rum-covered face with cum.

*******

That was my Bahama vacation in a nutshell. I became a black cock-craving cheater.

That night I went to bed early. Trent climbed on top, did his thing, then rolled off.

“I missed you baby,” he held me in his arm.

“Aww, I missed you too. I may have more trips to go on soon, but I’m not sure when,” I pretended to be sad.

I fell asleep in his arms, thinking about getting more and more black cock.

-5-

Kelly was speechless. After I told her about the vacation, she was casually rubbing herself, “Wow. Kristen, that’s insane.”

“Mmhmm. Yeah, it is.”

“You did all that stuff, and then when you got home you still had sex with your husband?”

“Yep.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, anyway,” I smiled, grabbing my wine. “So I guess TJ will be here – “

“Then what happened?” Kelly asked me.

“Huh?”

“You got back. You kept cheating and sleeping around?”

“Uh, yeah, totally. It was crazy.”

“That’s how it ended? The marriage? Trent caught you.”

“Yep. In the act. He saw it all.”

“How?” Kelly was smiling wanting me to keep going.

“Um…,” I didn’t want to.

“Please? We have time.”

I took a swig of wine, paused, collecting my thoughts. “So he caught me. He saw it happen. Yep.”

*******

I slept around for a few years. Around three to be exact. It was my goal to see how many black men I could cheat on my husband with. While I didn’t reach Bea numbers. I got around 300 or so. About 100 a year.

Most were one night stands. There were guys from the gym, grocery store employees, many were guys from a club I would sneak off to go dancing at. Also Bea would visit, ignore Trent, and take me out for black cock hunting.

I became known as the office slut too. I slept with every black coworker there. I flirt, show my tits, he’d clear his desk and plow my married pussy until after dark.

I remember texting Trent a few times while getting pounded from behind, telling him I had to work late. It was a half-truth. I was at work late, but was having sex – not exactly working. I guess it could be there.

I guess it could be work though, working for that black cum, working those black dicks.

There were times I’d meet a friend in the driveway for sex. A snuck a few into the house after Trent went to bed. We’d have a mini-gangbang in the basement while my husband was asleep in the bed.

I loved it. I loved the lifestyle. I loved cheating on the little twerp.

Oh sure, Trent and I still got it on every once in a while. I almost had an orgasm from it once. I was thinking about sneaking out after he went to sleep so I could fuck one of my black friends. I had quite a few to choose from, but usually I found a fresh one. But alas, before the orgasm came over me, Little Trent blew his load and was done.

But yes, I got caught. I felt no remorse either.

I was fucking the brains out of this 18-year-old high school senior, name Ronte. I have no idea how much white pussy he had before me, but wow, he could go as long as Jamal or Tyrone.

I met him a few months prior at the gym. I flirted, I came onto him, yadda yadda yadda he was fucking me in the men’s locker room later that night.

Usually, we’d meet up in the mornings on my way to work and he on his way to school. We’d have sex in the car somewhere, then be on our way.

The night I got caught, I was my bed with him.

I just finished cumming all over his huge black dick and was now cleaning it off in a nice 69 position. His tongue was swirling around inside me; I think it was bigger than Trent’s penis.

“Oh yes, baby, yes,” I said, slowly jacking his cock while licking the base of it. His bushy pubic hair was matted with my pussy juices and saliva.

“I love this pussy,” Ronte said, something at this point, I’ve heard many times from many different black men.

Ronte stood, taking me with him, causing me to squeal. I was now upside in my bedroom, my legs over Ronte’s shoulders, his tongue licking all over my pussy and asshole.

Several minutes passed. We were both moaning loudly.

The bedroom door flew open, Trent standing there, angry, his mouth open.

“Oh, hi baby,” I turned to him, still upside down. “Just sucking this beautiful black cock. I’ll be with you in a second.”

I climaxed just after Trent slammed the door. I heard him leave the house and speed away. Luckily, it was a Friday night, and Ronte told his parents he was spending the night at a friend’s house. Which was actually kind of true. I had his black cock all night.

Trent stayed in a hotel.

He contacted me the next morning. I slid out of Ronte’s arms, and grabbed my phone. I was cheery and friendly as possible.

“Sorry, you’ve never really done anything for me in bed. I needed something better,” I said, crawling back in bed, kissing and licking Ronte’s cock awake.

Trent went on and went about how much he loved me, needed me, I don’t know; I wasn’t really paying attention. I was focused on Ronte’s now erect, and massive, black pole before me.

“Mmhmm,” I said every few seconds, my mouth full of cock, as Trent blabbed on and on, crying on the phone.

The end result of the phone call was me agreeing to meet Trent at the hotel later that day and talk about the next steps; divorce.

Ronte and I had sex a few more times. I showered, put on a dress, and went to Trent’s hotel room.

We agreed I’d move out. I got nothing, he kept his home, car, and so on.

As Trent was checking out of the hotel, the black man behind the counter was checking something out as well – me.

I smiled at the older man, giving him a wink, letting him know I knew he was looking at my body.

While Trent was fumbling with his wallet, I quickly moved behind the counter and kissed the old black men.

“Aw come on!” Trent cried upon seeing us kiss.

I shrugged, went to my knees, and fished for the old man’s cock.

“Kristen, please, no!” Trent cried.

“Mmm,” I moaned upon see the large, older black cock. “I think I’ll stay at the hotel tonight. Trent, I’ll come by tomorrow and get my clothes.”

Trent left for the door. I stopped him. “Trent.”

He turned around, seeing me sucking on a black dick. I flipped him off.

Trent stormed out, leaving me there to spend the night having sex.

-6-

“So you moved here?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, I stayed with some random black men I’d been sleeping with. Finally got a job over here and moved the east coast.”

“That’s amazing. Wrong, bad, naughty, but amazing,” Kelly said.

I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s an incredible story.”

“I haven’t seen you with many black guys since I met you,” Kelly said.

“Oh, um, well, yeah about that. I kinda got tired of it,” I said.

“Tired of it?”

“Well, yeah. Before I met you, I must’ve racked up another 100-150 blacks I slept with. Gosh, I was tired. I have no idea how my sister can keep going like that!” I laughed.

“But TJ?”

“Oh, yeah, I mean having him every once in a while is great. You know?” I said, hoping she’d drop it.

“I agree,” She said, sitting up on the bed.

“Ok, well, I think I’ll get some fresh air. It’s a warm night, I’ll be on the balcony,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t follow me.

“Great, I’m going to freshen up. I’ll get some whip cream for us to lick off TJ,” Kelly said.

“Cool,” I smiled and stepped outside. The warm night air hit my naked body.

She bought it. She really bought it. Kelly believed my story. I made that shit up as I went along.

My eyes teared up, nose was running. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“Trent,” I whispered, wiping my watering eyes. “You piece of shit!”

I thought back to the night I caught him in bed with another woman. His big, white, beautiful, mushroom cockhead being worked on in a 69-position.

I remember he sat up, pushing the woman’s pussy off his face. “Oh, hi baby,” he told me, wiping her juices off his mouth.

“Just eating out this delicious pussy. I’ll be with you in a second,” Trent told me.

I ran away crying, heartbroken. I sped off, finding a hotel. I called my sister, Bea. She said she was coming over to stay with me.

She held me while I cried. Bea was upset too, her and Trent were always friendly and joked with one another. She was so disappointed in him.

Looking down to the beach from the balcony, I wiped more tears, collecting myself.

“TJ,” I thought about one of the three black men I’ve been with in my entire life. One was before I even met Trent, and two, including TJ, have been since Trent destroyed and ended our marriage by cheating.

The tears dried, the breeze helping. I sighed, taking a deep breath, chuckling at myself and my ability to come up with such a ridicules and elaborate story to impress Kelly. Maybe I should write interracial porn stories.

I guess it made me feel better to imagine myself hurting Trent like how he hurt me.

Plus, having TJ every once in a while is nice.

Kelly retrieved me a moment later; TJ was here.

Swirling my tongue all around one of TJ’s big testicles, slurping up the last of the whip cream Kelly sprayed on it, I looked up to her mouth above me, sucking on his cock head.

I engulfed his ball sack, sucking on a huge, cum-filled, testicle. Popping his nuts out of my mouth, I climbed on TJ next, kissing him hungrily on the mouth.

Kelly popped his cockhead out of her mouth and guided it into my pussy. I felt her pepper my ass with kisses, licking TJ’s balls, shaft, all the way up to my asshole.

I closed my eyes, slowly grinding against TJ. I thought about Trent and the wild story I made up for Kelly. Maybe I’d play out my fantasy with TJ to help me get through the hurt Trent caused.

The end.

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