Sweet Revenge


I've been married for five years and our sex life started to lose its spark about three months ago. I gave up a lot when I got married; there are things I always wanted to do sexually that I never the chance to try, like having sex with a black man. About the time that we started having sex once every week instead of every other day I found Adult Friend Finder on the Internet. It was no accident, I was searching for pictures of naked men. When I came across the picture and description of a very hot black guy looking to cheat on his wife it was too tempting to ignore.

Knowing that everything online is anonymous I started a fantasy relationship with him- cyber sex only. At first I had no intention of meeting him in person. We had a few hot conversations in a chat room and he brought me some very nice orgasms with descriptions of what he wanted to do to me. I was honest with him from the start that I wasn't the type to act on my fantasies and he was ok with it. I wasn't about to tell my husband what I was doing, but I didn't consider it cheating. Everything was fine until I got a phone call from an acquaintance telling me that my husband was having an affair with some young bartender slut.

I felt a range of emotions that I think everyone that is betrayed experiences. It was like someone had kicked me in the stomach. I had no idea what to do about it and I kind of lost touch with reality for a while. I didn't have the courage to confront my husband and I didn't get out of bed for a few days, faking being sick.

When I was well enough to get out of bed I reacted by getting furious, confronting him about this woman. He confessed and promised to break it off and start fresh, but somehow it wasn't good enough. It's not something he can just say, "I'm sorry I won't do it again" and expect everything to return to the way it was. There seemed to be no reason anymore not to play out my fantasies for real with my new Internet lover.

I felt like we weren't even- I planned to fuck around and then confess, just as my husband had done to me. I was focused on that thought as I invited my black friend out on a date for real. We met for coffee and I poured my heart out to him, telling him everything. He seemed very understanding. Thinking back I suppose he really didn't care (after all he did have a motive to be understanding about it) but I was convinced I'd found someone that I could relate to. On top of being a good listener he was a lot of fun. He had a motorbike and we went for a long ride, he said it always calms him down when he's upset.

I don't know about the calming effect, but the vibration of the engine between my legs and wrapping my arms around this very sexy man made me wet. I think he knew what it was doing to me and probably planned it from the beginning. When we stopped in the middle of nowhere I was all over him. It seemed as though I was taking advantage of him, even though I'm sure now it was the other way around.

I started by giving him head on my knees and he played with my tits while leaning up against his bike. His cock was a lot thicker and longer than my husband's. I almost got him to come but he stopped me saying he wanted to make sure he did me right. He then pulled a blanket out from a storage compartment (a hint that he's done this before) and laid it on the ground. He licked my pussy until I had an orgasm, then got on top of me and shoved his cock all the way in my pussy with one full thrust.

We fucked on that blanket in a number of positions. I love having sex in the open air, but the sensation of a cool breeze combined with the experience of doing a black man for the first time was incredible. It was the best sex I've had in years. I lost count of how many orgasms I had and I managed to get that black cock to come twice. The first time he pulled out and came on his blanket. The second time I let him come on my tits.

When I went home that day I had intended to tell my husband everything but I found that I just couldn't. I chickened out. I don't think it was because I didn't have the guts; it was because I wanted to keep having an affair. I've gone back to my Internet lover twice now, meeting him once in a motel room, and I had him over at our house the second time. I let him fuck me on our kitchen table. It was almost as good as the time on his bike. I still think I'm going to tell my husband, it just won't be right away. We'll see how I feel after a few more long bike rides. Right now I'm having way too much fun getting even.

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