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Early one night, my husband got a call about an incredible business opportunity. The only catch was that he’d have to travel for two weeks every few months. We talked about it and agreed he should take it. We also knew those two weeks would leave him sexually frustrated.
I, on the other hand, have two regular lovers. I’m a hotwife. My husband is white, but I only play with Black men with big, thick cocks. I call myself a Queen of Spades, proudly, and he fully supports it. I occasionally have solo meetups, but I love when he watches or joins in. There’s nothing like feeling my husband slide into me when I’m already stretched around another man.
I don’t think I would have done what I did if not for what happened before he left.
We were fooling around one night, massaging each other. My husband pressed his hard cock between my thighs from behind. “No, you can’t have my pussy tonight,” I teased. “Oh, please. Why not?”
I whispered, “Because only my bulls get my pussy. Now maybe… if you had a condom, I might let you.”
We don’t use condoms since he had a vasectomy four years ago, so he froze for a second, clearly turned on. “Can I please fuck your pussy?” he begged. “No.”
“Do you make your bulls use condoms?” he asked.
I didn’t hesitate. “Oh fuck no. Never.”
That made both of us hotter. I pressed my forehead to his. “I only take Black cock raw.”
I rubbed the head of his cock on my clit, slick with precum dripping onto me. I was fighting the urge to let him in, resisting just to feed the game. “Please,” he whispered. “You sound so desperate,” I breathed.
He tried to push inside me, and every part of me wanted to give in. “No. You’re not big enough.”
I stroked him slowly, tight around the base. “Do you let them cum inside you?” he asked.
“Mmm… yeah. Depends. Sometimes inside… sometimes all over my face.”
“That’s so hot. You deserve that big Black cock.” “I know. That’s why I’m making you pussy-free,” I whispered.
Before his trip, we role-played the whole “pussy-free” idea. When the opportunity came, he got what he wanted. There was no way I was going two weeks without cock, though.
Two minutes after I dropped him at the airport, I texted both of my bulls: “Brian’s out of town for two weeks. I can’t go out because of the kids, but you can come over after 9:30–10, once they’re asleep.”
One replied he couldn’t make it that night, maybe tomorrow. The other texted back immediately.
“Where are you?”
It was 11am. The kids were in school and my youngest was with family.
“Just dropped him off. Driving down 95,” I said.
“I’m 20 minutes from the airport. Here’s my address.”
I was about 15 minutes away.
“Says I’m 15 minutes out,” he wrote. “Come on over.”
“You still down tonight?” he added. “Yeah.”
He sent a picture of his cock.
Minutes later, we were making out in my car. He took my hand and led me inside. “So what’s on your mind?” he asked casually.
I stepped close, slid my hand into his pants. “You know exactly what’s on my mind.”
I pushed him into a big chair. “Take these off,” I said.
He lit a joint, passed it to me. I inhaled, then exhaled slowly over his cock like smoke was blessing it. I slapped it against my face, kept him dry, savoring the weight of him. Precum beaded and I licked it eagerly before sucking him deep.
“You’re so big,” I said. “I have to stretch my mouth to fit it in my mouth.” I attempted to swallow him as far as I could without choking. I instantly failed “Shit.” “What?” he asked. “I forgot to record.” “Huh” “
I handed him my phone with the video recording. He knew what to do. “Ohhh……” he moaned as I went back down. My eyes stayed locked on his until I looked directly to the camera.
“You are so good at that. So passionate. You like sucking my big dick?” He said
I began to suck harder and faster “yeah I do.”
My phone rang. “It’s your husband,” he said, It stopped ringing as he was handing it to me.
A text popped up: “Didn’t mean to call. Boarding now. Love you!”
“Take a photo and send it to him,” I told my bull. I slapped his cock on my cheek as he took the photo
I sent it to my husband with the text “Thinking of you. Send you the video when you land! Love you”
Then I set my phone up and started recording , climbed on top of Tom’s big fat cock slowly. Savoring every bit of his cock. Reaffirming why I love black cocks so much.
I came more times than I should admit. He finished inside me. I left in a hurry to get to an appointment.
He came over again that night and we did it all over.
For the next two-plus weeks, I had my bulls in and out of the house. I tried to get both of them there at the same time, but it never lined up. I think there were only 2-3 days that I didn’t have sex during those 2+weeks. I love having my husband around and hated that he would be gone for 2 weeks every few months but now I’m kind of looking forward to the next time he leaves.
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