Getting Even
My life changed when I got a phone call from an acquaintance telling me that my husband was having an affair with some bartender slut. I felt a range of emotions I think everyone who is betrayed experiences. I had no idea what to do about it and I kind of lost touch with reality for a while. I didn't have the courage to confront my husband and I didn't get out of bed for a few days, faking being sick and not going to work.
When I was well enough to get out of bed I reacted by getting furious, confronting him about this woman. He confessed and promised to break it off and start fresh, but somehow it wasn't good enough. It's not something he can just say, "I'm sorry I won't do it again" and expect everything to return to the way it was.
I felt like we weren't even- I planned to fuck around and then confess, just as my husband had done to me. I was focused on that thought as I turned to an Internet dating site, and I found a very hot black guy who was a fantasy come true. We met for coffee and I poured my heart out to him, telling him everything. He seemed very understanding. Thinking back I suppose he really didn't care (he did have a motive to be understanding about it) but I was convinced I'd found someone I could relate to. On top of being a good listener, he was a lot of fun. He had a motorbike and we went for a long ride, saying it always calms him down when he's upset.
I don't know about the calming effect, but the vibration of the engine between my legs and wrapping my arms around his very muscular body made me wet. I think he knew what it was doing to me and probably planned it from the beginning. When we stopped at a lookout point with a view of the city I kissed him passionately and whispered to take me home with him. He was fairly shocked, and it seemed as though I was taking advantage of him, but I'm sure now it was the other way around.
I found out he was freaking loaded. He was a real estate investor and his house had a huge pool with a view almost as good as the lookout point where we first kissed. His back yard was very private and I couldn't resist teasing him by pulling my shorts off and telling him I was going to get him in trouble with his neighbors. I saw his eyes travel down my body to my pussy, which was just barely visible because my shirt didn't pull down far enough.
He called my bluff and playfully threw me over his shoulder, my bare ass completely exposed to the world and started yelling to the neighbors that a hot chick was getting naked in his back yard so they better get their cameras out.
There was no response of course, but the intimacy of the moment took us both by surprise, and I wanted him right there and then.
When he put me down I dropped to my knees and pulled at his belt buckle. He moved my hair away from my face as I watched his cock get hard. It was inches away from my lips and I froze for a bit, taking in the sheer beauty of it and I thought about what I was about to do and what it might mean for my marriage. It was my only hesitation that afternoon and when he was fully hard I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took it to the back of my throat with one quick motion.
He moaned very loud and I started pumping my head back and forth, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could. His cock was a lot thicker and longer than my husband's and it wasn't exactly easy to give him head, but I did the best I could. I'd planned to blow him until he came in my mouth, but he stopped me saying he wanted to make sure he did me right. We fell to the ground together beside his pool and he licked my pussy until I had an orgasm, then got on top and shoved his massive cock all the way inside me with one full thrust while I was still in the throws of the orgasm from his tongue.
I was completely wet, but I wasn't prepared for how big he was. It hurt like hell and I was very grateful he didn't start pumping his hips. My vagina held him like a vice while my muscles throbbed around the girth of his penis. He told me to wrap my legs around his back and I didn't want to do it because it would let him go even deeper, but when I gave in it helped a lot. Before I knew it he was sawing his cock in and out of me with serious strokes.
The sensation of a cool breeze combined with the experience of getting royally fucked by a huge black cock for the first time was incredible. I lost count of how many orgasms I had even though I couldn't take it hard and I felt a little guilty because it didn't seem like he was ever going to come. When I knew there was no way I could keep fucking him and still be able to walk afterwards I told him I wanted to taste his come. I don't like the taste of my pussy, and I don't usually give head after getting fucked, but after a few licks his cock didn't taste so bad and it wasn't long before he was shooting a healthy load of semen all over my tongue.
When I went home that day I'd intended to tell my husband everything, but I found that I just couldn't. I chickened out. I don't think it was because I didn't have the guts; it was because I wanted to keep having an affair. I've gone back to my Internet lover twice now, meeting him once in a motel room and I had him over at our house the second time. I let him fuck me on our kitchen table. It was actually better than the time at his house because I'm getting used to the size of his cock. I still think I'm going to tell my husband, it just won't be very soon. We'll see how I feel in a few weeks, but right now I'm having way too much fun getting even.
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