I was 27 years old, married for five years. My husband Ron was caring, but in bed everything was very predictable. His modest size gave me pleasure at the beginning of our marriage. After all, I was a virgin when I got married. But then everything changed. I loved him, but there was not enough passion. Everything changed during one of my recent business trip.
I stayed at a small boutique hotel. I went down to the bar after a tiring day of negotiations. There he was – a tall, black man with beautiful eyes and a sexy smile. His name was Max. We started talking. And soon I felt how my body responded to his gaze. He was confident. And something in his voice made me forget about the ring on my finger.
When he offered to go up to his room, I didn`t resist. He pulled me to him in the room, and I felt his strength and confidence. And when he undressed, I saw his black cock. It was big. Much bigger than my husband’s!

Max knew what he was doing. I forgot about everything. About my husband, about morals, about consequences. I looked at his black cock as if it were something special. And then I started on it. I tried to suck it, tried to swallow it. But it was so big! I thought I was such a clumsy person! But I liked doing all this!
Then Max threw me on the bed turning me over on all fours. I became incredibly wet. I was surprised at myself. He fucked me, then I bounced on his black cock from above. I moaned while he plunged into my pussy. It seemed to me that I was experiencing real pleasure for the first time. I came several times on my first bbc!
It was not just sex, it was liberation. I felt desired for the first time. He fucked me with such passion that I lost control. I moaned when he fucked my pussy hard. I realized what I was missing that night. It was a big black dick!
I returned home to my husband the next morning. I couldn`t forget that hot night with a first black cock. That night woke up the woman inside me. It was my first time with a bbc. I don’t know what to do before. But I have never experienced such pleasure with my husband. Now I constantly think about what could have been if I had allowed myself to be honest with myself earlier.