3 comments/ 91266 views/ 12 favorites Vacation Encounters Ch. 01 By: maturemadness2 After living in Southern California for 30 years, my wife and I find it hard to stay away. Both being semi-retired, me from the military and her from teaching, we can pick and chose the jobs we take and when we take them in our business. Consequently, we schedule ourselves 6 weeks or so in San Diego, each September and October, since it is still beautiful there and most of the tourists have left. We are also fortunate to have bought a condo near the beach 25 years ago, using my reenlistment bonus as a down payment and renting it out during the summer months. It has paid for itself since then. The wife and I and some of our friends us it during the rest of the year. September and October are reserved for us, though. It has been five years since we left there and the lifestyle we enjoyed for many years prior. That lifestyle was "swinging and wife swapping." I know risky business. We always tried to have safe sex. But sometimes, well, you know. Donna's New Year' resolution this year was to really get in shape, not that she was that bad as it was, especially for a 55 year old woman. We both worked out daily in the fitness center as well as power walked three times a week. I have to admit. She did get more buff and tight. She actually started to develop noticeable muscles within a few months. They looked good on her as well as the tan she has been working on. As we were planning our trip, she came to me with a request. Now I knew why she wanted to get hot looking again. She wanted to date guys while we were in San Diego. She told me she had been thinking about it a lot since our last trip and has been having deep cravings for months. "You have been the recipient of those cravings. Now please let me do this, just this one trip." I will say she has been fucking hot these last few months. I told her I would think about it. That weekend she brought it up while we were out for the evening. I told her I was waiting to see if she still wanted to do it and she said she did,. Well, for better or worse, I told her it was alright but how were we gonna go about finding her someone. She said she already had that covered, just in case. Donna will take over from here and tell her story. "I have contacted that "Singles and Swingers" paper that comes out each Wednesday. You remember you used to read it." "Well, a 2"x2" unlimited words ad is $50 a week and I figure two weeks. If I can't attract a hung stud that wants to ravish a hot MILF in that time, I'll forget the whole thing. I showed him the ad. It read: MWF, 55, 5'6", 132, 36B, 27, 36, looking for a very physically fit, hung GENTLEMAN for occasional date, Sep/Oct timeframe in SD. I am very physically fit, age/race, unimportant. Husband OK with this. Pics available. Contact: MWF55@skip.com. Hurry guys, I'm waiting. He told me that was fine and to go ahead with it. I asked him if I could ask one more thing. A no from him, would not be a deal breaker, Just wanta know. He told me I can ask. "Honey, you have never watched me when it was only me and a guy having sex. I would like for you to watch us, just once. If you say no then it is a no. My dates will be like they always were. Just weird that you and I can be in the same room, hell, on the same bed with another couple and it doesn't bother you at all to see some guy, white or black fuck my brains out and make me cum all over his cock." He explained that he was occupied with fucking some woman's brains out and that it was just different, when I was by myself. "There is one way I may consider it. That is if it was videotaped for me to watch. It would be like watching a porn flick. I think I could become detached from it and it would be a whole lot easier to hit "stop", than close my eyes or walk away." "Okay, baby, no more talk about that. We will see when the time comes. I don't want to ruin this because of that. It is not that important. Just kind of a turn on is all." I kissed him. The ad was put into the next edition. Now all I had to do was wait. I read it online, and it looked good. The e-mail address was set up strictly for this purpose, so I knew as soon as I got mail, it would be from the ad. Nothing Wed. night or Thursday. Friday night after we got home from dinner, we checked and I had 8 responses. Not bad, I thought. The first was from a guy that sounded about as interesting as grass growing. The second showed promise. He was a SWM, 38, never married, considered himself a real gentleman, especially around a real lady. I was liking this guy, already. He had pics available, all kinds. This one I kept. The next few I deleted. I could tell that all they wanted was to fuck me and leave. I didn't want that. I was about to open number 8 when another one came up. The subject read, "I would love it to be me." I clicked on it. I noticed an attachment. I read the content first. SBM, 41, 6'2", 205, VERY physically fit(see pic), I am in the US from So. Africa for a year, I am always looking for a date. I will treat you with the utmost respect and caring. I know how to show a lady a good time. I love to dance, not much of a drinker, fitness, you know and yes I love sex. Especially with a woman who is my equal in physical fitness. Are you that woman? I opened the attachment. "Oh, my god." There was a picture of him, standing by a set of weights in a tank top and spandex workout shorts. Her was utterly beautiful. What a specimen of man. The perfect body. Wide muscular shoulder, large, deep pecs, a hard 8 pack abs were visible thru the mesh tank top. His legs were very muscular and I couldn't help but notice the extremely large bulge in his spandex shorts. This was a keeper. I immediately, went into my picture file and found a couple of me in my workout clothes to send him. One was of me in a white sports bra and white, tight cotton shorts, socks and sneakers. My hair piled on my head. The other one was me in a hot pink leotard with high cut bottom. Showed my hard tight butt in profile. I wrote, "I am very interested in us getting together. Do you have any other pics. I have many more to share if you want." I hit "send". I sent the same two off to the white guy also and asked him for pics of him and that I was very interested in him. The next day, I got an answer from my 38 year old white guy. There were 3 attachments. I read the contents first. "You are truly a beautiful, 55 year young woman. I love your pics. I hope you enjoy mine and I have more if you do. I look forward to our continued correspondence and hope I am the lucky guy to date you Your husband is sure one lucky guy. Carl. I opened the attachments. "YESSSSSSSSSSS." There he was on the beach, muscles gleaming under a deep tan, as he was walking up from the surf with his long board. A surfer I thought. I know they have stamina. The next was him standing on a patio, in just board shorts and saluting with a Corona. My kind of guy. The third was of him in a short sleeve shirt, unbuttoned, with just a hint of those tanned muscular pecs and hard abs. He was also in Wrangler jeans, unbuttoned, but zipped, thumb in the waist band and a bulge running down his left leg. I was in lust. I had no more prospects as of yet, so I figured what the hell. Might as well take this to the next level. I had Paul pick out some pics to send him. He smiled and told me. Let's see if this guy is serious. You sure as hell seem to be. Paul is proud of the way I still look and enjoys showing me off. So he was into this. He chose. One of me in a purple bikini, profile from the waist down, showing a lot of butt cheek and twisted toward the camera from the waist up. Showing nice hard abs and a most of my little tits. The next was me in a black demi bra, with nipples and aerolas peeking over the top and a pair of black lace boy cut panties and 4 inch, fuck me heels. Number three, shocked me that my husband would send that one,of me, wearing a white, wicked weasel, right after I had come out of our pool. It was transparent. My little brown nipples showed through and my brown close cropped pubes were on full display. I had a grin from ear to ear. Paul had fucked me right there on the patio after that shot. I wrote nothing, just hit Send. A few hours later we checked and my black Adonis was back at me. Four attachments and a quick note. "Enjoy and I hope to show you in person. You are an extraordinary woman, for any age.." Raymond. First, him in just those spandex shorts, bulge down the leg, head just out of eye shot. Second, his strong muscular butt, below a small waist. Your typical "V" shape. Third, "OHHHHHHHHHH, baby." His big black beautiful cock, hanging down flaccid between his spread legs, like a short third leg and fourth, "FUCK ME TO TEARS." It was fully erect, a real nice 8 incher as I was to find out, and 6 thick inches. His balls looked like they were the size of golf balls at least. The thing that really caught my eye, when I zoomed to 200 was the head, cut, just enough flair to make getting a good suction on it possible. Not blunt, but torpedo shaped, just right for penetration of all holes I thought. My panties were wet. Paul was gonna get raped tonight. My husband, looked at me and said. "From your breathing and your squirming, it looks like you made you choice. "Honey, I want to wait for Carl's pics. Yes, Raymond is one impressive specimen of black manhood." I sent him the same pics I had sent Carl. We called it a night and went to bed. I sucked my husband's 71/2" until I had his load in my mouth. I showed it to him. Showing him that I was a good slut wife, before I swallowed it all. He was so fucking excited, that before he went flaccid, he was stroking himself and damn, if he wasn't ready again in less than 10 minutes. He told me to get on all fours. He wanted my ass. I never can refuse him my ass. It is his alone. No matter how much I like what a guy had done to me, I never give another man my ass. Not much has been sacred in our sex life but that is. He fucked my wet pussy for a few minutes until he was real hard and wet. I try to never have him use lube. My pussy juices are always enough, along with a few drops of saliva and his precum. This time was no different. He slid slowly and gently in, until the corona was inside my sphincter, he stayed still as usual until I pushed back and that was his que to push it all the way in, one long push, until his pubes tickled my hot ass. He hammered me for over 10 minutes before I felt him swell again. I worked my clit like a wild woman, he was not going to fill my ass, without me having an orgasm. Just as he came, he slapped my ass real hard. With that and me working my clit, I went over the edge in roof raising scream, that would probably wake the neighbors. Fuck em. I was in ass fuck heaven. The next day, Monday, we had to do some business downtown, so we didn't get home until after dark. There were several more replies. I ignored them all when I saw a reply from Carl, with attachments. I opened it. "I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed yours. Damn, where have you been all of my life." I had to smile at that. I opened the pics. First was of him in a bikini swimsuit, and bathing cap. He was in a triathalon. It was a wonder he could keep it all in. Of course the water was pretty chilly. The next was him with just a towel around him and a nice big hardon tenting out. I was impressed so far. Next, "OHHHHHHHHH, my, look at that." He was longer and maybe even thicker than Raymond. I finally realized how tall he was standing in a door way. He was at least 6'2. The last made my heart flutter, my breath came in short bursts. Here was a white man, with a cock as big as any black man I have had. He was over 10" and the head was purple and looked like a helmet sitting atop that column of magnificent, white cockmeat. I wanted then both. I had to have them both. I pleaded with my husband and he said, he could see why I would and agreed. I wonder if he still wants to only see me fuck these studs on a videotape. I am not going to push it though. There was a little over 2 weeks until we leave for San Diego. My husband is gonna be one tired, fucker, by then. He may have reservations about me dating other guys, but he is always the recipient of my adventures. Neither he nor I consider him a cuckold, I know some of you will think that. Well, fuck ya. The thing is when I date like this, he can date as well and I bet he will this time. We know a hot little Filipina that I am gonna set him up with, as thanks. We will both leave very happy. It was time to leave for San Diego, we packed the SUV and were on the way. We had a date with Raymond first to meet and see how we got along, before we set up a date. After getting settled into the condo and spent most of the next day getting it stocked and cleaned, it was time to meet Raymond. We made reservations at an out of the way Italian restaurant that was one of our favorites and the owners knew us well. We met Raymond in the foyer and we were like old friends, the intros were not really necessary. We had a booth near the back reserved and our privacy was respected, after we ordered. I have to say I was more impressed with Raymond in person than I thought I might be. He really was the model of a gentleman. There was no hint of intimacy, other than some light touching and mild innuendos. Paul approved and I made a date with Raymond for the next night, Friday. I asked him how he preferred me to dress. He said that he would make reservations at a place that had a dress code, any sexy, elegant dress would be fine. We would be in the company of other well dressed people and that I would fit right in. The next day, I wanted to go shopping for a dress. I found a royal blue, simple but elegant with a plunging neckline and it came about 4 inches above my knees. It fit my tight body to a tee. A new demi bra and thong in the same color, completed the ensemble. That evening as I was getting dressed, my husband, came into the room and watched me getting dressed. After I had put on the bra, thong, sheer black stay ups and black, sling back heels, I walked over to him and told him how much I loved him and that I could not thank him enough for letting me go on these dates. Little does he know that shortly after I leave, he is gonna have a visitor. We will probably cross paths at our doorway tomorrow morning. Kim can take his mind off of anything. Raymond picked me up and when we arrived at a restaurant, I never knew existed. It was in the La Jolla hills and was about as exclusive as you can get. There were people of all ages and they all were rich, no doubt of that. Raymond seemed to be one of them. Many of them knew him and came over and I was introduced as his date ,for the evening. One woman told him that I was the most elegant and best looking date she has ever seen him with. After a fashion the dance floor opened up and we danced for a couple hours. He held me close, as most of the songs were slow numbers. He told me how proud of me he was. How much he loved being here with me and how much he was looking forward to leaving and going back to his place. I pushed myself into him and held on tight. I could feel his big bulge start to twitch and I thought I felt a slight rise. I heard him moan against my neck. I guess I was right. About midnight, we made our excuses and left. One of the women I had been talking too, hugged me and whispered, "You are in for the night of your life." I had a feeling she was right. When we arrived in his driveway, Raymond came around to my side, picked me up and carried me into his house. No sooner he put me down, then I turned came up on my tiptoes and crushed my lips against his. He responded, our tongues dueling. His strong black hands ran up and down my back, as he was raising my dress, higher and higher until it was around my waist. He backed me up to a chair, reached down and lifted one of my legs, onto the cushion and while doing so knelt down, grabbed me by the hips and turned me, so my pussy was level with his face. My juices had long ago soaked my thong and were trickling down my right leg. He bowed his head and I felt his tongue against the hot skin of my upper thigh. "Oh, my god. " He was licking my womanly juices from my thigh, working his way toward my hot, steamy pussy. That thick tongue parted the blood engorged lips of my labia, causing me to jerk in response, but what came next...........he dug his tongue in and up until it came in contact with my sensitive clit. It was like someone had tripped a trigger, that set off an explosion, in the deepest recesses of my womanhood. My body stiffened, shook and with a cry of absolute passion, I let loose with a stream of hot, flowing love juice. He sensed what was happening and engulfed my entire pussy in his mouth and formed a suction and took all my cream into his mouth, sucking like he was trying to swallow my love nest, whole. I don't know how long this went on. All I know is when he let go, my legs gave way and I would have surely fallen down, if not for his strong black hands around my waist holding me up. I was suspended like that for a few moments until I gained back my strength and composure, as he started to stand up, I looked down at him, his face a sodden mess of female juices. His hands went to my head, lifted it and our lips once again devouring each other. My juices were intermingled with our saliva. I loved the taste. Once we broke apart, I smiled up and him and thought to myself. Here is a man that is truly a connoisseur of pussy. "Now it is time for the main event," he said as he unzipped my dress and pulled it the rest of the way up and over my head, laying it over the back of a chair. Next he walked behind me and unsnapped my bra, pushing the straps off the shoulder so it could drop. I put it on top of the dress. His big forefingers, got beneath the delicate strings of my thong and he lowered them to my feet and I stepped out of them. He wadded them in his hand and inhaled my essence. My panties were to be his. With the ease of lifting a baby, he carried me to his bedroom. There was a soft bedside lamp lit. The king size bed was covered with black, silky sheets, that made me shiver with the coolness of them. He gently lay me on my back and started to get undressed. I have been waiting for this moment since I first saw the picture of his beautiful, black body. "Lay back on the pillows, baby." There were several pillows against the headboard and it put me in just the right position to watch his hot black body come slowly into view. I couldn't help myself, I rubbed a finger through my wet labia, touching my still erect clit as I watched him standing there in only a pair of black, silk boxers with a huge bulge inside. I just stared at the boxers. He knew the effect he was having on me as he slowly, slid them down his muscular legs. When he stood up straight, there it was, hanging down, looking very menacing. His big black hand stroked it a couple times and then he crawled on the bed and knee walked up to me and straddled my body and continued until he had that big, black snake hanging over my mouth. I had slid down a bit and was in the perfect position for him to drop it right into my cock hungry, mouth. Mouth wide open, tongue sticking out to accept this handsome, muscular black man's perfect cock . Just inches from my lips a large drop of precum, slipped off the end and created a long clear string that met my lips. His cock and my lips were momentarily joined, until it fell off and onto my tongue. I left it there, tongue stretching to lick that erect, virile black cock. Raymond being the perfect gentleman that he is didn't make me wait. He bent his cock down so I could have what I waited all day for. "Donna, just suck the head. Seal your lips tightly behind it and use your tongue to coax out more of that precum, that you like so much." Vacation Encounters Ch. 01 I did the best I could, as the head filled the front of my mouth. He did reward me with a constant supply of his clear nectar, that coated my mouth and made my pussy weep. After at least 10 minutes of this ecstasy, he said in a husky voice, "Let go baby, I want your mouth in a different position. I was glad, this was cramping me up. He stood alongside of the bed, that extremely thick 8" black cock waiting to impale me where ever it wanted. It wanted my mouth again. I took just the head, looking up at him and he shook his head "yes." I started sucking. I licked, sucked, nipped and tongued it, all the time getting a supply of clear precum. Damn, if this is his precum. How much of the real stuff does he produce. I would soon find out. I kept my mouth and tongue busy making him groan, moan and throw his head back. I was about to get the results of my ministrations. I knew I wouldn't cum now, but was going to make sure this was memorable for him. I cupped his balls. I felt his heavy load churning away, getting ready for it's journey to it's ultimate destination. My belly via my hot, willing mouth. He swelled behind my lips, his balls drew up as they unloaded through that magnificent tower of black power. I felt the head swell for the final time as it erupted in my waiting mouth. Hot shot, after hot shot filled my mouth. I swallowed like a woman possessed, trying not to lose a single drop. I thought I had it made after a half dozen or so, but he had cut it off by squeezing the base of his cock and let go with another torrent of hot jizz. My mouth was slightly open and some escaped around the broken seal between my CSL's and his throbbing cock. I quickly brought my tongue to bear and caught it before it ran down my chin. I had redeemed myself. My goal as long as I am with Raymond, is to be the best slut for his black cock I can be. I was spent for the time being. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke with a start. His mouth was devouring one of my little tits and a big finger was slowly working it's way into my already throbbing pussy. Looking down his body, his beautiful black cock was fully erect and looked bigger than ever. Maybe it was because I had just woken up. My little white hand was drawn to it like a it was a magnet and we were negative and positive charged. Slowly stroking it, I was rewarded with my first drop of sweet precum. I licked it from my fingers and went back to getting some more. I wasn't going to even try to suck his cock. That would mean that I would have to let go of the feelings his mouth and fingers were giving me. As I continued stroking, I felt his cock get even harder and seemed to get even thicker. It was time for me to get my little white pussy fucked. After all that is what a black cock slut does. "Please fuck me Raymond. I have waited long enough to feel that tower of black pleasure to fuck me until I pass out." As I was already on my back, all he had to do was move up between my wide spread legs and make my white, married pussy his. His arms went under my legs and lifted them up and pushed them back. In this position I was even more open. He had me bent back far enough so even my little brown pucker was displayed. "Reach under and put it in, Donna." I couldn't reach it and he knew it. He was gonna make me beg, "Don't want it to bad or you would find a way to get it in." I pushed against him, trying for just a little more reach. Not enough. Next I tried to get my hips in a position to impale myself. After all it was only a scant inch from my hole. Finally, I was in such a bad way, wanting to feel him in me, I begged him. "Please, Raymond, fuck my hot white pussy. Make me a slut for your beautiful black cock. I will never deny you anything, just put it in and fuck me, hard, make me cum on your black cock." "That's what I wanted to hear, baby. You can have all of this you want. For as long as you can handle it." With that he plunged into my satiny, soaked vagina. I let out a little squeal of joy. I was finally impaled where I wanted to be. On the black cock, I yearned for and thought about from the moment I saw it. After a few long hard thrusts, our pubic areas were meshed and we were grinding against each other, making sure that I had every little bit of that black cock in my womanhood. I expected him to start pounding me stupid but to my surprise and delight, his movements were gentle, he had such control. My eyes shot open as he pulled all the way our, except for the head. Now I would get slam-fucked like the slut I was but no, he eased himself back into me with the gentleness of a caring lover. I realized that his intention was to make love to me, not fuck my brains out. I threw my arms around his muscular back and hugged him tight. His lips met mine in a sultry, soft kiss. His arms pulled out from behind my legs and I repositioned my self with my legs around his lower back and he slid his hands under my back and lifted me up and pushed. In this position, I could take just a fraction more of his cock, as I was spread even wider. We kept this up until we both started to breath heavy. His lips left mine, my arms and legs gripped his magnificent body all the tighter. I was going to have a heavenly orgasm and he would fill me with his hot, thick love. We rocked together, I felt his balls tighten against my ass and in seconds he was filling me as waves of passion crashed over me. I had the first silent orgasm of my life. All I could hear was his moans and him whispering, "Oh, my god, Donna, you are so good. I want us to stay joined just like this until there is no more life left in me." We were both sated but remained in each other's arms and legs, until I felt him slowly soften inside of my love tunnel. As we slowly unwound and feeling came back into my extremities, I knew that I had to have this beautiful black lover again and I told him so. "That's good to hear. Because I want you again, also." We showered together and washed one another all over. I dropped to my knees and worshiped his cock, holding it in my hand as I slowly sucked and licked it back to life and drained it once again of his thick, tasty offering. I woke that morning expecting a hard cock probing for entry but instead found myself alone in bed. I started to get up, my pussy was a little sore, but the afterglow was still with me. Coffee, I smell coffee and something cooking. I walked naked to the kitchen and Raymond was making French toast. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He was fully clothed. "Well, if it isn't the naked nymph, that was sleeping in my bed, when I awoke this morning. Sit down and I will bring you coffee and you are just in time for my famous French toast." I ate breakfast. It was almost 1 PM. I had to call Paul. He answered right away. "Hi honey, did you have a good time yesterday and last night." "I sure did, babe, and I have you to thank for it. Kim is getting ready to leave right now. She says to say Hi and call her next time her services are needed. Was Raymond everything you hoped he would be?" "Yes and more. We can talk when I get home. I am going to finish my coffee, take a shower and I will be home to you, soon. You better be ready." I needed to get cleaned up inside and out before going home to my husband. I used the two disposable douches I brought with me and took a long shower. Raymond joined me and I once again sucked that masterful black cock until if filled my mouth. I swallowed all of it, not losing a drop, like a good slut for black cock. I brushed my teeth and bathed my mouth with mouthwash, got dressed and Raymond took me home. Paul met me at the door. I threw myself into his arms and covered his face with kisses before we devoured each other's mouths with passion filled kisses. As much as I enjoyed my encounters with other men, I was always glad to be home in the arms of my loving husband. Believe it or not, I am jealous of him and Kim. He is satisfied with being with just her, while I go out on my dates. I think that is why we never look to get involved back home. He doesn't have her there and I want him to have what he wants because he gives me the freedom to indulge in my desire for big cock. We spent the next few days enjoying each other, going to the beach and spending many hours making love. One might think that after spending so much time with black guys that I would find my husband lacking. That has never been the case. No, he is not able to fill me like Raymond or a few other guys have, but also I have been with guys that are not as endowed as Paul . I wouldn't trade him for all the guys I have ever had. He is my soul mate, my one and only husband, the father of my children and the lover that I always come home to. He has always satisfied me, even now at over 30 years of marriage. My desire to bed other men, especially black men is more than his desire for other women. He likes Kim and she is always available to him when we are in San Diego and being as that is the only time we share, the balance is there and of course he reaps the benefits of my sex charged being. I checked my E-Mails. I have two from Carl, the horse hung, white stud. That will be another story. Vacation Encounters Ch. 02 My wife, the other half of Maturemadness2 will relate this story, as it is based on her experiences. Be gentle with her. This is her first submission on her own. * I checked my E-mails, had two from Carl, the horse hung, white stud. The first one stated he was looking forward to meeting with us and hoped that he met with my husband's approval. The second, was that he was available any night for our get together, now that he was back in town, but Thursday would be best at the Beachcomber at 7 and did I know where that was. I wrote back that the time and place were fine and that we had been there many times. Best nachos and coldest beer in town. Thursday there was a quick E-Mail from Carl. "Meet me in the patio area. Will have a table in the back. As I was getting dressed to meet with Carl, I thought about how different this date was going to be than the one with Raymond. No sophisticated lady, hobnobbing with the elite. Back to my So.Cal roots of beach girl, meeting a surfer in a surfer bar, with my husband present for the meet, of course. My attire for the evening was white denim short shorts, white sleeveless button up blouse, first two buttons open, white demi bra and white boy cut panties and flat thong style sandals. Paul wore his regular beach area attire, board shorts and tee shirt and sandals. With our tans we looked almost like we belonged. The place was rocking when we got there. Carl had been watching for us and waved us back. Him and I hugged and a quick kiss on the lips and him and Paul shook hands. "You look great, Donna, sexy." "Why thank you, Carl. I like what you are wearing too." He had a tight muscle shirt and board shorts that because of the bulk of his legs were pretty tight, especially when he sat down. There was a big plate of nachos and a frosty pitcher of beer, on the table We made small talk, getting the usual first meeting stuff out of the way, after ordering seafood platters. "Donna, you intrigue me. I have never had a date with a woman your age. I mean no offense. You are one hot lady and damn sexy too. I look forward to getting to know you better. I just hope I am not blowing my chance with you. I've never been in a situation quite like this, where the husband is here with us and I have to meet with his approval." My husband explained our situation. The lifestyle we had when we lived in San Diego. My need to have guys with large endowments. He told him it has never been a fantasy, but more of a fetish and that he wanted to meet each of her dates before she agreed to go out with them. "Well, how am I doing so far." My husband told him that he had no problem with him so far. Our meal came. We talked about his work, his life and the same about us. Just a casual kind of evening. There was a 3 piece band that played on a little stage in the back of the place and it also had an outside area where you could dance, so we ordered another pitcher and retreated to that area. We all sat around the table, Carl and Paul sitting on each side of me. It was dark by then so when Carl put his hand on my thigh, it was next to impossible for anyone to see. He rubbed my bare, tanned thigh, working up toward my pussy. The shorts were not real tight so he was able to insert a finger and touch my pussy lips. The boy cut panties were ideal for this as they had no elastic in the legs. As his fingers probed at my dampening pussy, I drew in a load breath. He smiled. I looked over at Paul. He just smiled to. He knew I was beginning to enjoy myself. The way I was sitting, leaning back in the chair, tightened my blouse across my tits. The white material did nothing to hide the fact that my nipples were exposed and very hard. They were like two little pebbles sticking out. He rubbed the back of his hand, brazenly across both of my tits, making me lean back even further. He unbuttoned the next button and most of my tits were now on display. My nipples just barely covered. With his fingers still playing with my wet, hot pussy, he asked, "well, do I meet with both of your approval." Paul and I looked at one another and said, "Yes." "Would you care to dance, Donna.?" I told him yes. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, brought them to his nose and inhaled my essence and licked his fingers. "Nice, nice sweet pussy." We walked onto the dance floor. We started dancing to a fast tune and he leaned forward and said, "yes, nice sweet pussy and hot for a big cock, isn't it." "Yes, I need a big hard cock to fill my little tight married pussy." "How would you like to start that date right now. Spend the next two days with me." "We need to discuss that with my husband." We walked back over to the table and he told Paul, "I want to take your wife home with me tonight and have her spend the next two days with me. No need to worry about clothes or personals, my girlfriend has a whole closet and several drawers full of stuff. She will be gone for a couple weeks and she is just Donna's size. We will stop at the convenience store on the way home." "Another thing. I want both of you to know that I consider myself a "bull." As you are aware, I have the equipment to make Donna experience things she has never known before. I will have her begging on her knees for just the smallest taste of my cock. I have exceptional stamina and staying power. Donna, you will be expected to keep up with me or at least stay with me until I feel the need to flood whatever hole I am in at the time. When I am done with her this weekend she will only be able to achieve orgasm by being impaled on the largest of cocks." We both looked at him and smiled at each other and Paul said. "That is a little like preaching to the choir. To be blunt, you may be the biggest she has ever had, but she has fucked dozens of big cocks. Until you, they have all been big black cocks. You are nothing but a distraction from the norm. When she comes home to me, as she always does and after she is squeaky clean inside and out, she will fuck my lights out, no matter how sore or stretched she is. I'm her "bull", if you will, just not the largest in the pasture." He looked at us as if he had just seen aliens land in front of him. "You two are fucking crazy. Forget it. You can pay the tab, too." He got up and left. We laughed our asses off and spent the next couple hours enjoying ourselves, dancing, drinking and groping. By the time we got home, we were to beat to fuck around. We both fell asleep as soon as we hit the pillow. Our conversation the next morning went something like this. "What the fuck was that all about last night. What an egotistical bastard." This from Paul "He just thought of you as a wimp and wanted to exert what he considered his power over you and my pussy.. Guess he found out who has the power over this pussy." Just then my cell rang. "Raymond I didn't expect to hear from you." "I know, I was gonna call you in a week or so but something has come up. My brother just flew in from South Africa for a few weeks and we got to talking and I told him about you and what a good time we had together. One thing led to another and he said he had never gone with a white woman, let alone a married white woman. Donna, would you consider going out with him, tomorrow night.? My phone was on speaker and Paul heard it. I covered the mouthpiece, as Paul told me it was up to me. "Tell you what Raymond, you bring him to our place tomorrow evening, ready to go out and we will see. You know that Paul has to approve of anyone I go out with. "I know, he heard and agrees. Would 6 tomorrow evening be okay?" I told him that would be fine and told him where to park. After another day at the beach, we went home and I soaked in a tub of lavender scented water. My skin was baby soft by the time I got out. I applied hair remover to my legs. Raymond loved my smooth legs, maybe his brother will, too. I felt my pussy lips and they were still baby smooth. I just had to trim my landing strip. It took me just a few minutes to do my hair. I keep it short and styled. "Honey, would you get me a glass of wine, while I sit on the patio and do my nails." I did them in a pale pink, Paul's favorite. Along with the same color lipstick. I wanted to look good with out showing to much skin, since I had never met this man before. I know what he expects the outcome of this date to be, but there is no need for me to throw myself at him. Six o'clock came and the door bell rang. Raymond and his brother stepped inside. Raymond introduced him as Nate. He took my hand and held it while he told me, "it is a pleasure to meet you, Donna, you look very nice. I like the outfit. I had put on a purple shirt dress, six inches above my knees and unbuttoned to a point where my cleavage just showed. I was wearing a black, lacy sheer bra. There was no doubt that the lacy, wide top of my sheer black stockings would be seen, when I crossed my legs and the 4 inch, black stappy sandals accentuated the muscles of my tanned, athletic legs. Both brothers were taking all this in. I could tell Nate liked what he saw and I liked what I saw in him. He was bigger than Raymond. 6'4", around 220, muscular, just the way I like them. Head shaved and a goatee. His hands were big and I had noticed rough, like a man that worked hard with his hands. Paul invited them to the living room and offered them a drink. I sat on a chair across from the brothers and crossed my legs. I liked what I saw and I wanted them to like what they saw. The bottom button was about 8 inches from the hem and when my legs were crossed, one side dropped away, leaving my stocking tops and just a hint of tanned thigh exposed for their viewing pleasure. My husband came back with drinks for us all. Some small talk later and Nate staring me straight in the eyes asked, "Donna, would you like to go out with me tonight. Hoping that you would, I have reservations for seven thirty at The Lighthouse." I loved the Lighthouse, dark, quite, intimate atmosphere with soft music playing and the food and drink were always superb. I looked at Paul and he said that it was okay with him and for the two of us to have a good time and that he would see me whenever I got back. He knew that if we hit it off, I would not be home until tomorrow morning. If I stayed over there wouldn't be a morning interlude, but I always went home right afterwards. Nate walked over to me, put out his hand and helped me to my feet. When I leaned forward he got a good view of most of my little B cup tits, as the dress blossomed open. Raymond threw Nate the keys and we were out the door. I heard Raymond ask Paul if he would mind driving him home. The restaurant is upstairs and the lounge is downstairs. As we were walking up the stairs, another couple were behind us. I heard her say, "pick your jaw up off the steps. She hasn't got anything that I haven't." I looked over my shoulder and smiled at her. She was looking too. Naughty girl We were seated in a wrap around booth. Quite intimate, candle and all. Our waitress introduced herself and took our drink orders as we looked at the menu. "Lobster tail but there is no price on it." "If you have to ask, I guess you can't afford it." snickered Nate. "I guess I will have the prawns then," I told him. Lobster would have been nice, but......... Our waitress came back to take our order and Nate told her, "We will both have the lobster with drawn butter and the house salad." The waitress looked at me with a big smile and winked. Now it is not unknown to see interracial couples in Southern California but when one is seated alongside another in a restaurant, one takes notice. They were a middle age couple, both casually dressed and very much into one another. I notice things like that. Once they were seated and their drink orders taken, the woman and I looked at each other and we both reached across and laid a hand on our man's arm. We both laughed and she flashed her left hand. She was wearing her wedding rings, she looked at my hand laying on the table and laughed again. The guy with her asked her what was so funny and Nate looked at me and shrugged, "what." I told them, her and I were laying claim to our man for the evening. They were like us, black man and married white wife. As we finished the meal and Nate paid he inquired, "Are you comfortable enough with me to spend some time in the lounge for a couple drinks and dancing." I told him "yes." When I turned in the booth he took my hand, my dress rode up far enough to expose my legs, past my stocking tops and as I got up, my sheer black panties peaked out. I wanted him to know that I was more than comfortable with him. We got a table in the lounge and ordered drinks. The three piece band was already playing. We sat and listened. He had his work hardened hand on my thigh. He squeezed gently and my breath caught in my throat. That was all it took to get my already moist pussy to start weeping. As we sat and listened I realized that all the songs were slow ones. I like that. Intimate and sexy. Nate asked me if I was ready to dance. We walked onto the dance floor, his arm around me. As he took me into his arms, I melted against him. He oozed masculinity from every pore. In my heels, I was able to lay my head on his shoulder as he held me close. "You are lovely, Donna. I never thought, when I asked my brother if he knew anyone that I could get a date with, that I would end up with someone like you. I have never dated a white woman, let alone a married one. I don't know your story and why you prefer black men, but I am glad you do. Would you consider spending the night with me? I have a suite at the Sheraton." "First, Nate, thank you for saying that about me and yes, I WILL spend the night with you." "Let's sit down so I can explain something to you first Nate. I know Raymond has talked about me but I want you to hear it from the horses mouth." He sat facing me and held both of my hands, looking intently into my eyes. He always looked right into my eyes when he talked to me. I love that about a man. Most think my eyes are somewhere below my chin. "Nate, I have been dating black men for a long time. It started with one Navy guy, that treated me with the utmost respect and took me places no other man has taken me. This bothered me, because I loved my husband so much and I had just betrayed him with another man. It didn't make a difference that he was black. I cheated. Not knowing what he would do, I had to tell Paul. He surprised me by saying he knew that I had an unusually high sex drive and was surprised I had lasted this long, with him gone so much and me never knowing when he would be back or if he was even coming back. That is the kind of job he had in the Navy. Long story short, we started swinging. After being with several white couples, we were introduced to a black couple. We never went back to white couples. Paul doesn't want to know what we do and has no desire to watch. He wants me clean inside and out before coming home to him. We are very selective who we allow me to date. Raymond was a beautiful man and a wonderful lover, who treated me like a queen. That is why you are here with me now." "Well, I have a lot to live up to but with a woman like you, lovely, sexy and I am sure very passionate, I should have no trouble. Now lets dance. I want to show you off." As he pulled me close again, I felt his bulge against my stomach. I pushed against it and felt it jump. By the feel of things this was going to be another night to remember. "Nate, let's go. I want to be with you, alone, naked in bed. I hope that is not to forward for you. He laughed and said, "Hell no. Let's get out of here." As we pulled away from one another, I reached down and felt that bulge. Oh, shit, what the hell is that. My pussy clenched and I started to gush. My panties were going to be soaked by the time we got to his room. When we got to his room, he took off his jacket and said to me, "take off your dress, I want to see what you have been teasing me with all evening." Slowly, I unbuttoned the remaining buttons and let the dress slide down my arms and onto the floor. "That is worth the wait. You are one sexy lady." My thighs were against the bed so I sat down and stretched my stocking clad legs out in front of me, slightly opened. He stepped toward me and kneeled down in front of me. "I love how your legs look in those stockings." He ran the backs of his hands slowly up the inside of my legs. I think he used the backs because he was afraid of running my stockings with his rough hands. As he got to my stocking tops, he turned his hands over, with his thumbs, rubbing the bare flesh, just inches from my steamy pussy. He leaned over and kissed my legs just below the stocking tops. He had to smell my arousal. I could. He rubbed circles, working toward my love juice soaked panties. As he touched them briefly, I jumped back. He laughed, stood up and started to take off his shirt. "Let me do that." I unbuttoned the shirt, pushed it back to expose a muscular chest, not gym quality, but hard work quality. He had a small tuft of curly hair in the center of his chest. I couldn't resist, I French kissed it, circling my tongue around it, then continued taking off his shirt. His arms were as impressive as the rest of his upper body. This was a man who knew hard work. I pulled his belt loose and unzipped his pants. As I pulled them down, I noticed a huge bulge start to appear inside a pair of gray boxers. He took my shoulders in his hand and stopped me. The pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them and his shoes and with one hand on my shoulder, he removed his socks. This remarkable black man was standing in front of me in just his boxers. I could tell he had control of his big cock, it was still flaccid, but there was a wet spot where the head bulged. "Let's get on the bed, Donna." I backed up, sat down and slid back, until I was against the pillows. He came around the side, crawled in and took me in his strong black arms and we lay down side by side and started kissing. He held me, kissing my lips, very softly, making it easy for me to relax with him. Our arms were around one another. His rough hands gently running up and down my back. I had to get closer to him, so I threw one leg over his and pushed my sodden, panty clad pussy against him. It did not faze him a bit. I humped against his and that didn't get him going either. He just kept rubbing my back and kissing my lips. My whole body had melted against his and finally he started to react, but with a snicker. "What's your hurry, baby, we got all night. Believe me, I am going to see that you are exhausted when you leave me tomorrow. But in the meantime, I just want to enjoy having your body pressed against me." He took pity on me after a few minutes, when he shifted and took one of my bra encased tits and gently massaged it, thumbing the nipple to a harder state than it always was. Finally, I felt his one leg, push between mine and push his now hardening black cock against my leg. Finally. It was becoming maddening. His hand came off my tit and reached around and unclasped my bra and pulled it forward so I could let it fall off my shoulders and arms. He suckled first one taut nipple and then the other and proceeded down my torso until he got to my naval, stopped and tongued it for a moment, before sliding down closer and closer to my soaked panties. I expected him to try to remove them or move them to the side, but, no, Oh my god, he was sucking my juicy crotch of my sheer black panties into his mouth, pulling my swollen labia lips with it. I had an instant orgasm. I just let out a long moan and went limp. His tongue wasn't letting that happen. I felt it pushing my panties up into my blazing pussy. Nate tongue fucked me that way. The sensation of the sheer material being moved around by his big hard tongue was driving me toward another orgasm, already. Vacation Encounters Ch. 02 Then he stopped and pulled his tongue out and at the same time, pulled my panties down my legs, kissing the bare skin above my stocking tops. He pushed his boxers down and stood up. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Nate, that is the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen. But baby, I will never be able to take that." "Like I said, we have all night. We will take our time and let you work with it a little at a time. I am used to this. I know it is hard to take this much. Not all women can, but I want you to have all of it, even if it means I only cum once tonight." I was speechless, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open, watching him stroke that massive black cock to full erection. Looking at it, I thought, the saving grace is that the head is not quite as big as the shaft. It would open my tight little pussy, a little at a time instead of all at once. He kept stroking it and when he let go, I noticed that he had a foreskin. I knew what to do with that. One of my black lover's taught me how to work a foreskin. My knees hit the floor, I knee walked the few feet to him. He let that magnificent specimen of black virility drop and the foreskin slid back over the head for abit. The tip was sticking out and I could see a drop of pearly precum start to form. I wanted it and I went and got it. With the precum on the tip of my tongue, I worked it around the foreskin. Reaching up with two fingers, I opened it up enough to get the tip of my tongue in, and swirled it around the aroused, precum dripping head. Nate only let me do this for a couple moments, when I heard his breath hiss and he pulled my head back off his cock. The foreskin was pulled back up the shaft almost all the way now. He was totally erect. It had to be 11 inches and seemed to be as big as my wrist, as I held onto it. "Donna, get on the bed. It is time for you to realize just how much you will want all of this before the night is over." "Nate, I know how much I want that big black cock. As much as I have ever wanted anything but I want to mount you, I want to ride it, take it at my own pace. I want it straight up into me. I want to concentrate on every inch as I impale myself on it. You brought this magnificent cock to the party, now lay back and enjoy the ride." He was laying flat out, his hands clasped behind his head and legs spread a little apart, as straddled him and slowly lowered myself until the tip of his black cock was slipping through the lips of my hungry, black cock loving pussy. "Oh...my...god." I let myself down a couple of inches. My legs spread as wide as they were, did not help my pussy from being stretched to unbelievable proportions already. The next 8 or so were going to take me to places I've never been before and at my age. I am glad my legs are in as good a shape as they are. This is gonna be a long journey. My breathing was coming in gasps. I let myself down further, I looked down at Nate, his eyes were locked on mine. "Donna, that feels so fucking good. Your pussy is like a vice around my cock. Take it all baby, take it all. When you have your first orgasm I want it to be when you are sitting down flat on me, impaled all the way. I want you to cum all over the entire length." He looked down and just shook his head. I stopped and looked down. I gasped, I must have had over 8 big, hard, thick inches in me. I leaned back slightly, now I could really feel him. The movement caused me to open just enough, that when I sat back up and pushed down, I slid the rest of the way down and was sitting on his pelvic area, with my knees bent. I wish I could have seen what Nate was seeing. "Baby, that is the most sexual thing I have ever seen. Your pussy is stretched so wide and stuffed with my big black cock. That is what you were hoping for all evening, isn't it?" "Yes, yes. I need to move though, getting cramped." I raised up off him a few inches and back down. After doing this several times, I was starting to loosen up more and got my knees under me and leaned forward, pulling almost all the way off of that rigid column of black manmeat. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and I sat back up, impaling myself back onto him. My body started to shudder, my pussy started to clench tighter around his cock. All I could do was moan, low and long. I needed all my energy to ride out violent, waves of my orgasm, I felt coming on. He gasped as I clenched down on him and slammed myself down as hard on his cock as I could. He pushed up at the same time, sending his magnificent fuck pole, deeper into my recesses than anyone has ever been before. I exploded, gushing all over his hard as steel rod. He pushed again and another wave of lust hit me. He kept me cuming like this until I fell forward on him, spent. His hard black cock still mostly inside. He let me lay there for a few minutes and with out any notice, he rolled us over, his cock stayed in me, during the roll and as soon as he had me on my back, he reached under my knees, pulled them up so his shoulders were holding them from laying back down. I was as vulnerable, as I could possibly be. The amazing thing is that his cock was still most of the way in and he started to push the rest into me. In this position, he would be able to go even deeper. I felt a little twinge of pain, on his first thrust. All I could think of is that he was in my womb. Something in me felt different. His thrusts were gentle, slow and short. His staying power was unbelievable. I had relaxed and was enjoying our love making, yes, as gentle as he was and the way I felt right now, it was making love, not fucking. We kept this up for a long time. No idea how long, but I was getting sore and I told him so. "Can I take longer strokes without hurting you, baby, I am getting close and I want to fill you up. That will take your mind off the soreness." "Yes, my black lover, fuck me if you want, fill my pussy with your black seed. Cum for me, make me your black cock slut." He slam fucked me, the soreness went away, all I felt was the passion, I was gushing pussy juices, helping him to slide easier, all the way to the head and back down to the hilt. Each time he bottomed out I felt that little twinge of pain. Oh, yah, he is in my womb. No man has ever been there. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck, Donna, here it cums." He slammed against me one last time, the twinge of pain, he was filling my womb with his black seed. At that moment, I wanted to get pregnant, the thought sent me into another earth shattering orgasm. We came back to earth together. Sated, trying to get our breath and heartbeat back to normal. He started to pull back his now flaccid but still formidable black love pole, the mixture of his seed and my juices, slid out around it and when it popped out, a flow followed, leaving a large wet spot under us. My legs were still on his shoulders, my stocking and heels still on also. As he let me down he got up and headed for the shower, me right behind. We showered together, washing each other. I felt between my legs and I could still shove three fingers inside with no trouble. Shit, I would be gaping for days. Guilt hit me, what would Paul think. It was a little after midnight, when we fell asleep in each other's arms. I felt him stir and it was light out. His cock was hard and I had it trapped between my legs. Damn, when did that happen. Without so much as a good morning, he reached down lifted my leg and bent it forward and probed my still open pussy. The head slipped right in, I was wet. He started fucking me with only about the first 6 inches. I cringed, I was sore, so sore but I wanted to give this black man, my white, married pussy one more time before going home. He fucked me for about 20 minutes, I had a mild orgasm. The soreness kept me from anything more heated. He slammed almost all the way into me just before he came, it hurt like hell, but the flood of hot cum, seemed to soothe it somewhat. He immediately pulled out of me and said, "Good morning." I told him I wanted to take a shower by myself. I had to douche and clean myself up. I was afraid that I was going to be going home with some cum still deep inside me. In all our years of swapping, I had never felt like this before, like I have betrayed my husband by not being clean beyond doubt. I started to cry. I stood under the hot water until I stopped crying, got out dried off, wrapping a towel around me I stood at the vanity, dried and brushed my hair. Put on my pale pink lipstick, Paul's favorite and got dressed. I carry a pair of panties in my purse, just in case. This was a just in case, moment. Surprising, my stockings were in one piece and fit to wear. I slipped on my heels and walked into the other room of the suite. Nate was sitting there in a hotel robe. He had ordered coffee, fruit and rolls. I wasn't hungry, but I ate anyway. I was going to need all my strength when I walked through the door to my home. Nate asked me if I was alright. I told him as good as I could be and that I loved our night together I thanked him for being so gentle with me. I was walking funny and he asked if he had hurt me. I told him I was sore but not hurt. I didn't tell him that I was still gaping. I'm sure he knew. He got dressed and took me home. It was almost noon when we arrived. He walked me to the door, gave me a kiss and hug and asked me if he could see me again. I told him I would think about it. I opened the door and walked in. Paul was not home. There was a note on the kitchen table, with a single blue rose, in a bud vase. I opened it and it read, "I love you baby. If you are reading this, I haven't gotten home from Kim's yet." I laughed and felt better. We both got fucked stupid, last night. Kim never lets him down. Paul got home shortly after I did and as usual neither asked the other about our night. We just got on with our day. The next couple of days we just hung out with one another, walking along the beach, eating at the sidewalk cafes along the board walk. Both of us had something on our minds. It was coming onto the second evening when we went home after dinner and Paul said, "Honey, I need to talk to you about something." "Oh, no," I thought," this is it. We're done, this had gone to far." "What , darling, what do you need to talk to me about." "I wanta stop. I wanta stop this running around with other people. I want you and only you, and I want you to only want me." I slumped and started to cry. "Donna, don't cry, if this is not what you want, lets talk about it and come to some arrangement." "No, no, no, no I am not crying because I want to keep on, I am crying because I have wanted for one of us to say that for a long time. Yes, my husband, that's what I want to. Let's leave right away, drive up to wine country, find us a bed and breakfast and spend some quality, us time, and take it real slow going home. "I promise you, my slut for black cock days are over." "I told Kim, I probably wouldn't be seeing her anymore." We both knew that after all these years in this lifestyle that it would be hard to completely give it up but we were gonna do it. And we did.