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!






