The ideal lover for a woman

My 60-year-old husband has lost interest in sex. But I’m 50, an attractive woman who hasn’t yet lost my thirst for life and sexual adventure. So, seeing my upset mood, my husband initiated a conversation about finding a lover for me. We agreed that he would know everything.

For a while, I had a sexual relationship with a delivery man named Barry. He delivered groceries from the farmers’ market once a week. Barry was a single man in his 40s who owned a farm. Our dates lasted about a year, and then Barry hired a driver and no longer delivered groceries himself.

Then I decided to act differently. I decided to visit local nightclubs for short time hoping to meet someone there. I usually ordered something and sat there looking at different men.

One day, I was sitting at a table in a cafe where noisy groups were celebrating some holiday. A black man in a business suit sat down next to me. He was probably about 30 years old. He bought me a glass of wine. Then he said he had a great bottle of wine in his room that would be perfect for such a special evening.

I was a little excited, as I hadn’t spent such an evening with a man in about 30 years, since I got married. It was a pleasant thrill and a little arousing.

So, I agreed, and we ended up in his room. It was so unusual and exciting. Besides, he was younger than me. I realized I could relax with him and felt comfortable. We kissed, he undressed me, and it was very exciting and sexy.

I felt his hard cock in his pants. And then, when he was completely naked in front of me, his black cock was standing in front of my face. I took it in my hand and began stroking his shaft. Then I opened my mouth wide and sucked his head. I looked him straight in the eyes.

Then I began moving deeper along his shaft. I moved my head continuing to suck, and watched him enjoy it. I stopped and told him I wanted him inside me faster. Then he pulled away from me and laid me down on the bed. He began moving from my lips and tits to my pussy.

Then he caressed my pussy. He seemed pleased that I was so wet. Then he pulled me toward him grabbing my ass. And I guided his black cock into my pussy with my hands. It took him a few strokes to enter me. Then I felt such fullness and relief.

He moved quickly fucking me. My moans grew louder. And I grabbed his buttocks. I loved how he filled me completely. He asked if he could cum inside me. And I moaned yes. Then I felt his cum splatter inside me.

Then he turned me sideways and started fucking me again. He squeezed me tightly, and I really enjoyed it all. I felt myself cumming. And then he filled me with his sperm again.

I never saw that guy again. And I didn’t tell my husband about that date. Since then, I can’t get that date out of my head and what I felt then. The guy who was passing through our city and his hard black cock.