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Quickie with a BBC in the bathroom

I’ve been working as a courier for a small law firm for three years now. Once a week, on Thursdays, I arrive at a huge office center on the outskirts of the city and hand over a stack of contracts to the purchasing department. Everything is always the same: a pass at reception, an elevator to the fifth floor, a smile to the secretary, and back. A routine I was already tired of. But one day, everything changed.

It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.

I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»

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Life is just beginning at 60

I never thought that at 60 years old, my life would only truly begin. My husband Colby, and I were together for forty years. He has always been my support. But he had a severe stroke three years ago, followed by heart and prostate problems. The doctors said physical intimacy was now impossible for him. Pills and injections weren’t helping. Colby lay in our bedroom looking at me with guilty eyes.

I cried for a very long time at first. And then I realized I was still alive. My body, which I’d hidden for forty years under robes and old dresses, suddenly began to demand its own. I’m sixty, but I don’t want to lie in the same bed with a man in silence. And then we talked. It was a very honest conversation.

I felt so sorry for my husband that I cried. Colby took my hands in his trembling ones and told me he loved me and didn’t want me to suffer. He himself said that if I needed men for sex, he would agree to it. I know he’s always loved me, and even now, in this situation, he thinks about what’s best for me. That’s what we decided. No affairs, no feelings. Just the body. Just pleasure.

First, I took care of myself. I signed up for a gym, although at first I was a little embarrassed. My trainer was a young woman who worked out diligently with me, and we even became friends. I began to feel much better and more confident.

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BBC fingering on the bus

Lexi and I were riding home on the night bus from downtown. The bus was packed, everyone was returning from parties. I stood behind her pressing against her back, so no one would get between us. She was wearing the short summer dress I’d picked out that morning: thin fabric, barely covering anything. She was wearing lace panties underneath. Lexi swayed slightly from the jolts of the bus, her butt gently rubbing against my fly. I was starting to get excited, imagining how we’d get home and I’d rip that dress off her.

Then a tall black guy squeezed in next to us. He stood right behind Lexi almost pressing against her. The bus swayed, and his hand, as if by accident, landed on her thigh. I saw Lexi tense up, but she didn’t move away. She simply turned her head toward me and whispered: «It’s a bit crowded in here, huh?» I nodded, though something inside me was burning. His hand remained on her thigh. Then his fingers slowly slid down her leg, under the hem of her dress.

I wanted to say something to push him away, but the bus shook again, and everyone pressed even closer together. Now he was standing right next to me. Lexi was looking straight ahead, but I saw her cheeks flush. His hand had completely disappeared under her dress. I stood half a meter away and couldn’t take my eyes off him. His thick black fingers had already spread her thighs. Lexi parted her legs slightly, as if by accident, to keep her balance.

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Love my wife in the hotwife lifestyle

Mel and I are 38 and 36 years old. We’ve been together for 14 years. The first few years were very passionate, like all couples, but then habit set in. By 35, I knew her body better than my own. I knew how she cums from slow licks, knew how she likes it when I entered her from behind and held her hair. But I also knew that was no longer enough for her.

She didn’t cheat on me. And I was too mired in work to seek sexual pleasures elsewhere. I understood we still loved each other, but my wife was bored in our marriage. Then Mel came to me and told me point-blank that she wanted to feel weak, desired, taken hard, roughly, and for a long time. She frankly said that she’d tried fantasizing about it with me. It didn’t work. And she needed other men, big and dark.

Then I thought that she was probably into interracial porn, of which there was a lot. I didn’t make a scene of jealousy; I thought, so be it, if it makes my wife happy. Then I simply asked: «Can I watch?» I remember her crying with relief.

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I fantasize about a black man

I’m alone when my husband falls asleep next to me every night. Our bedroom becomes dark and stuffy. He breathes deeply and evenly, but his body has become like a wall separating us. And I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, and feel everything inside me begin to vibrate with anticipation.

It started six months ago, completely by accident. I saw a video in my feed. It lasted only a few seconds: dark skin glistening with sweat, muscular shoulders, a deep voice. I closed the video, but that sexy image was seared into my memory. Now it comes to me on its own, especially at night.

I imagine him tall, like a basketball player, with broad shoulders and that predatory, confident smirk that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes are dark, piercing, full of sexual desire. He doesn’t mince words: he grabs my hair, pulls my head back exposing my neck, and sinks his lips into my skin leaving bruises that I later hide under a scarf.

In my fantasy, he pins me against the cold kitchen wall. His large, rough hands grip my wrists above my head holding them in place with one hand, while the other slides down my body. I feel the texture of his skin so hot and contrasting with my pale one. He whispers in a hoarse voice: «Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?» The words are rough and commanding making my heart pound like crazy. His fingers roughly spread my thighs slipping under my skirt, and I’m already wet. My panties stick to my skin, and moisture runs down the inside of my thighs.

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My secret fun with BBC at an adult movie theater

I hide my passion for adult movie theaters from my husband. He knows I sometimes enjoy having sex with different men on the side. It’s been a long-standing agreement in our marriage. My husband enjoys it. But lately, I’ve become so obsessed with adult theaters that I’m afraid my husband won’t accept my passion.

And my last visit to this place left me so satisfied that I can’t hold back. My husband, as usual, worked this weekend. So I dressed up and headed out to meet new sexual adventures. I wore a tight blouse, my boobs practically spilling out, and my short skirt barely covered my butt. And of course, I left my panties at home.

I squeezed my legs tightly together on the way there, and I became incredibly aroused. My nipples were already hard, and my blouse couldn’t hide it. The administrator winked at me, and I quickly entered the darkened room. The air was thick and hot, and the moans of a brunette on her knees choking on a black cock were coming from the screen.

I slipped inside into the darkness and sat down. I watched the screen and glanced around. My pussy was already dripping down my thighs. So I spread my legs and freed my boobs from my blouse. Once I got used to the darkness, I noticed how crowded the room was today. Then I heard several men talking behind me.

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BBC blow job while my husband was at the bar

My friends and I were celebrating at a bar. There were a lot of people there. By midnight, everyone was already tipsy. Our table was groaning under the weight of drinks and snacks. And the conversations became increasingly intimate. Then they turned on the music, and everyone started dancing. And the intimate conversations ended.

I didn’t feel like dancing. My husband was dozing, which upset me immensely. Because after all this talk, I was thinking about fucking him in the bathroom. Then I went to the bathroom alone. A handsome young man was standing at the entrance to the bathrooms. He was tall, black, and wearing a black T-shirt and baggy jeans.

We started a casual conversation. And then he asked me to dance. He grabbed me tightly around the waist and pressed his body against mine. I felt my body heat up and my blood rush. Then his hand dropped to my ass and slowly slipped under my short dress.

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It all started with a harmless sexual desire

My husband always dreamed of a threesome. One time we had a threesome. After that, he became obsessed with watching me during sex. I simply fucked with a vibrator, and he watched. Then he developed a fantasy about a gangbang. We fucked hard all this time fantasizing about it.

And then I ended up at his work. He works as a manager at a construction company. It turned out that his crew consisted only of black guys. I was waiting for him to finish his workday and sitting in my car. I watched all these healthy black guys doing hard work. And I was suddenly overcome with a sexual fantasy about how they all would fuck me.

Then we drove home. We stopped along the way and fucked hard right in the car because my pussy was so wet from the fantasy of black cocks that I wouldn’t have made it home. I shared this fantasy with my husband. He looked at me and said we were missing out by not trying this sooner.

So one day, we decided to put our plan into action. It was the weekend, and the guys were relaxing in their barracks. I put on a tight T-shirt and a short denim skirt with high boots. I left my panties at home.

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Cuckolding lift a weight off my shoulders for sex

I had sex with my wife five years ago. We didn’t have an active sex life, except maybe at the beginning of our relationship. But even judging by all the stories on forums and my friends’ stories, sex never interested me much. Once a month was enough for me. But my wife later started getting annoyed.

Then we tried cuckolding. We realized we both enjoyed that kind of fun. So my wife started having sex with other men. And later, she started having sex only with black guys. I asked her why that happened. She explained a lot of reasons, and eventually, I accepted it.

We never had any conversations about stopping having sex, or about me having to wear a chastity belt, or about any humiliation or turning me into a sissy. I just loved watching my wife get fucked by a black man.

Gradually, I stopped fucking my wife altogether. Our life remained the same including all the household chores and family matters, and our overall relationship as a married couple. Only sex life no longer affected me.

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Seducing my husband on BBC

One thought had been swirling around in my head for the past six months. It was the fantasy of a black cock. Big, thick, veiny, so dark and powerful. I’d loved them ever since I saw them in porn. The way they stretched me, filled me to the limit, made me scream with pleasure. My husband Stan was a good lover, gentle and caring. But his cock was average. I wanted more. I wanted to feel myself explode from a real black cock.

And then one day, I put on my sexiest set: a black lace bra that barely covered my nipples and a thong that cut into my wet pussy. I was already on edge. I masturbated all day imagining a huge black man fucking me in front of my husband.

And I sat down next to my husband on the couch and pressed my tits against him. I whispered to him that I’d long fantasized about a big black cock and that I wanted to feel it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his cock was already hardening under my palm.

I looked absolutely stunning, and he loved it. Then I kissed his neck nibbling on his earlobe. «I want a black cock. Big and thick. I want him to fuck me like a slut while you watch. You’ll watch me get pounded by a real stud.»

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