How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

... and get it out there (though I’ve told a few of my girl friends-but only the one’s I’ve fucked). Ok, so after Telly, and after Glenn cleaned his cum out of me when he thought I was passed out on the bed after we got home, I knew just where I wanted to take my husband. I started by going online and chatting up some really well hung black guys until I found a few that wanted to fuck me so bad that they didn’t care what role Glenn would play-either that or they were kind of into what they called the whole “white boy” thing. I finally settled on Brian. He had no problem doing whatever I had planned for my hubby because he had been with white guys before. But I also had a reserve weapon to totally throw Glenn off. One of my husband’s girlfriends from high school and I met when she came into the chiropractor’s office where I worked. She had moved upstate after her husband made his money in construction and it was pure coincidence that we met-and right after Telly and when I was already knee-deep in my planning! Now Glenn had told me plenty about Michelle and there sex life! When we shared stories of everyone we’ve ever fucked, she, well, let’s say she had a starring role in his. So I thought: if I was now fucking other guys, then why wouldn’t he be up to fucking another girl with me. But first I had to “own” Michelle… When I first met her and shared with her who I was, we exchanged numbers and agreed to get together soon. I called her right after work. She was a stay at home mom ...

... whose k**s went to school and who’s husband rode a train into the city early in the morning and didn’t come home till late at night. She had an okay figure for having had a couple of k**s-probably because she was still young (she had her first at 17!). But most importantly, I caught her doing what I see most women doing out of the corner of my eye: taking in my killer rack. 48 double Ds in case this is your first story of mine. When I called her up I simply invited her out to Dunk’n Doughnuts; but she had kind of a farm out in Gardiner somewhere around where Robert DiNiro had his house. I new she wanted to show off her nest, but it was all totally cool with me-cause I knew we’d be the only ones in the house. I put on a short pleated black skirt and a button up white top that was completely inadequate at restraining my humongous tits, threw on a pair of sneakers, grabbed my smokes, some weed and a small pipe (and a bottle of wine on the way over-you know the saying women have: “Wine me up and turn me on!”). She was dressed so upper crusty and above me when she met me at the door, that I felt like quite the tramp with what I had planned for her. Although she seemed wound so tight by playing her role that I was hoping she’d be one of those who really wanted to…. I gave her the wine (I spent some bank on it too-even though it was a local brew) and she poured us each a glass for the “tour” of her “estate”. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that we (mostly her) had ...