Submissive wife for BBC only

I lay in bed next to my husband thinking about today’s date. I loved Jeffrey, he had always been gentle, caring, and accommodating, even submissive with me. We had been together for 10 years. But I gradually craved some development and passion in sex, something my husband had never been able to give me. I wanted to feel weak, submissive, and completely surrendered to only one type of man: strong and dominant black men.

My husband knew and accepted this. We decided to take a stroll in the park that warm evening. I wore a light summer dress that hugged my tits and hips, and Jeffrey walked beside me holding my hand. We sat on a bench when I noticed him.

A tall, athletic black man in his thirties was jogging nearby. His dark skin glistened with sweat, his arms were powerful, his shoulders broad. I immediately felt a warmth between my legs. He ran past, but slowed when he saw us. Our eyes met.

My husband and I sat on the bench and waited for him to pass us again. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed. He caught his breath and sat down on the bench next to us.

We started talking. His name was Sidney. He was passing through town. He spoke easily and naturally, and I sensed that same masculine power in him. I felt my body reacting, my nipples hardening, and my panties growing damp. My husband noticed it immediately. He always did.

Half an hour later, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

• Sidney, – I said quietly looking into his eyes. – You know, my husband and I have a special relationship. I love him, but I want to feel like I’m submissive wife for BBC.

Jeffrey and I waited for his reaction. Then my husband nodded silently when Sidney looked at him with a slight smile. So we headed to our house.

We went into the bedroom. I knelt before Sydney without asking my husband’s permission. He sat in the chair in the corner, as we sometimes agreed. Sydney slowly unzipped his pants. His big, thick black cock spilled out of his gym shorts. I moaned at the sight. That’s exactly what I wanted.

• Suck. – he commanded in a low voice.

I obediently opened my mouth and took his BBC inside me. He was so big that I had to spread my lips wide. I worked my tongue deepthroating until drool ran down my chin. Then Sydney grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, deep and confident. I moaned feeling like a true submissive wife to his BBC.

• Your wife sucks well. – Sydney said to my husband. – Look how she likes it.

Jeffrey sat silently, his hand already in his pants. He loved watching his wife become submissive to the BBC.

Then Sydney lifted me up, ripped off my dress and panties. He pushed me onto the bed on all fours facing my husband. I looked into Jeffrey’s eyes as his BBC entered my wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of being filled and stretched. Each thrust was deep, rough, dominant. His heavy balls slapped my wet pussy.

Sidney spanked my ass, squeezed my hair, and pulled me back forcing me to arch. And I came first. He didn’t stop. He flipped me over, threw my legs over his shoulders, and continued to fuck me even deeper. I watched Jeffrey jerk off watching big black cock disappear into my pink pussy.

• Cum inside me! – I begged. – Please.

And then Sydney was already filling me with his hot cum. I came again feeling him pulsate inside me. When he pulled out, I lay relaxed, his cum slowly leaking out between my legs.

My husband came over to kiss me, and he stroked my head. I had a wonderful time being submissively wife fucked by a BBC. We thanked Sydney for the date, and when he left, my husband carefully washed me all over in the shower.