Hello, my name is Patti and this is my sexual odyssey. I guess, you could call me a cougar. I am tall, toned, have perky breasts and shoulder-length silver, blonde hair. I am a gym fanatic and have always stayed in shape. I work in computer sales and I believe in working hard, and partying harder. That is how I met my husband, Marty. I was knocking back drinks at happy hour and started chatting with this tall, ruggedly handsome, blonde man. We shared a few drinks and struck up a conversation. Eventually, we dated for about a year. I loved Marty’s funny, happy go lucky attitude and we got married.
Unfortunately, Marty’s party lifestyle continued after we got married. I only partied on weekends, but Marty did it all-week long. He also smoked, ate terribly and started packing on the pounds. This affected our sex life, which was great at first, but got worse as Marty sometimes couldn’t get it up from the booze. His gut didn’t help either, and after a while, I started insisting we fuck in the dark, so I wouldn’t have to see his glistening rolls of flesh. And even when he did get it up, the sex would only last a few minutes.
I found myself getting frustrated. I was 40, with a great body and raging libido, but had a husband who couldn’t keep up with me. I started going online to while away the time, and reconnected with Lisa, an old college drinking buddy, through Facebook. We started chatting online and sharing pictures. I noticed that many of Lisa’s Facebook pictures were shots of actors like Taye Diggs and Shemar Moore. She also had several pictures of her partying with black men, including loving pictures of a tall, dark-skinned man who seemed to be her present beau. Of course, I was curious about her preferences. One night we were chatting on the phone, and I probed her.
“So, what’s the deal with you and black guys?” I said. “Is that all you date?”
“Hell, yeah!” Lisa replied.
“Why?” I asked, intrigued.
Lisa laughed. “Well, I have slept with a lot of guys and most of the black ones I saw were bigger. And the sex was good too. You know the saying, once you go black … Oh god, I’ve become Kim Kardashian!”
We both burst into peals of laughter over the phone. After I hung up, I crawled into bed next to Marty, who was snoring loudly. I guess the conversation had made me honry and curious. I reached for his dick and had a hard time finding it under his gut. I stroked it, but nothing happend. I pulled his cock out of his PJs and tried to suck it hard, but still got no reaction. Frustrated, I grabbed my vibrator and jerked off while fantasizing about Tyrese.
I kept up with Lisa online, and over the phone and, as women do, we often talked about our sex lives. She told me that she and Jeff, an officer in the Marine Corps, had a vigorous sex life. They had sex all over their house, in the car and even in the movie theater. Apparently, they rarely did it in bed. She also sent him naked selfies and had cam sex when he was stationed overseas. Lisa said he always made her cum and she was surprised that I didn’t usually have orgasms.
“Yeah, Jeff has an eight-inch dick and he knows how to use it,” she said matter of factly. “He has been stationed all over the world, and those hookers have taught him a thing or two. Sometimes, when he gets back from a tour, he fucks me so hard I can’t walk straight for days.”
I politely said, Marty and I were having problems and left it at that. I started wondering about all those stories I had heard about black men. There must be some truth to them. My father was an old-school, War War II vet, who had grown up during segregation. He had warned me to never bring home a black guy. One time, he told me that the myth about black men having large penises was not true.
“I was in the service, showered with many of them, and I never saw it,” he had blustered. I wondered why dad had told me that. Was he scared I would find out the truth, and go over to the dark side? This only deepened my curiosity.
Eventually, Lisa and Jeff managed to stop screwing long enough to announce their wedding. Lisa asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I dreaded the idea of buying an awful dress, and getting dragged into the whirlwind of a wedding. But, I decided I needed a break from my marital problems and cherished the chance to get away. Lisa’s wedding was being held at a resort in upstate New York, so that weekend I flew up to see the happy couple.
Lisa and Jeff picked me up at the airport in their Nissan Pathfinder. Lisa helped me with my bags and I got in the back seat. I was surprised to see a man who looked like a carbon copy of Jeff sitting there. Like Jeff, he was tall, dark-skinned, sported a buzz cut and had bulging muscles under a Marine Corps T-shirt.
“Hi, I’m Jason,” he said pleasantly and shook my hand.
“Lisa, you didn’t tell me that Jeff was a twin,” I said.
“Yeah, they were born a minute apart,” said Lisa, from the front seat.
She shouted back at Jason, “Jay, you better be nice to Patti, she’s like my sister.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure that she’s taken care of right,” Jason said, flashing pearly-white teeth in a seductive smile.
I noticed his dark brown eyes linger on my tanned legs that were peeking out from my black minidress. I felt a spark of sexual tension between us. I crossed my legs and played with my hair.
“I’m sure it will be fun getting to know everyone,” I said, trying not to get flustered. In reality, my mind was going a mile a minute. Was he interested in me? Was he as lusty as his brother? Was he hung too? After all, they were identical twins. I reminded myself I was a married woman. But, my marriage was on the rocks and my pussy hungered for a hard cock that could bring me to an orgasm. I had been neglected for too long.
Lisa prattled on about her wedding on the short drive to the resort. I was only half-paying attention. My mind was wondering what Jason’s body looked like under that T-shirt and jeans. We pulled up at the resort, and Jason helped me to my room with my bags. I had a large suitcase, but he seemed to handle it effortly.
We gathered with the rest of the wedding party for a rehearsal dinner. I was seated next to Jason at the table. He told me he flew Apache attack helicopters and had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Apparently, he came from a long line of Marines. His father had fought in Vietnam and his grandfather had fought in World Word II. Jason said, he was also thinking about getting his master’s degree after he got out of the service.
I was fascinated that there was more to him that muscles and good looks, but I barely paid attention. My leg brushed up against his under the table and I felt that spark again. My pussy began to tingle and, right then and there, I knew I was going to fuck him.
The rehearsal party broke up and some of the guests trickled into the resort bar, which also featured a small dance floor. Jason grabbed my hand and begged me to dance. Since the DJ was playing some contemporary hits, I joined him. I loved to dance but Marty hated it, so it had been ages since I had partied. Jason turned out to be a good dancer and he was putting me to shame. But I didn’t care, I was having fun! The DJ put on a slow jam. Jason pressed his muscled body against mine and I felt every inch of him through my thin dress. As our bodies swayed together, I felt his large bulge pushing against my groin. I noticed juice leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thigh.
As the night dragged on, and the drinks flowed, I began to hunger for him. When the bar closed, I practically dragged him back to my room. I pulled him up against me, as we kissed in front of my door. Jason had thick lips that were much bigger than Marty’s and just made for smooching. We kissed and sucked on each other for ages, before I fumbled for my key card and opened the door. I dragged him inside.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I whispered in his ear.
Jason was tipsy, but still lucid. “Aren’t you married?” he said cautiously.
I grabbed the bulge in his pants.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” I said, seductively.
I unzipped my dress and dropped it to the floor. I ripped off my white, lace panties and shrugged off my bra. I embraced Jason with my naked body.
“You know you want me,” I cooed. I couldn’t believe I was being so forward. But it had been such a long time since I had been fucked good, I was willing to beg for it. I reached into his pants and gripped his long shaft. It felt huge.
“Oh my!” I said, my eyes growing wide. It turns out that Jeff and Jason were identical!
I yanked down his pants and he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. We stood naked in the moonlight, admiring each other’s bodies before we attacked each other like ravenous animals. We kissed and Jason carried me to the bed. Without saying a word, he pushed me on all fours. I felt him slide a large finger into my pussy. Satisfied I was slick enough, he nudged his dick against my pussy lips and thrust into me. I gasped, as he filled me, I hadn’t been penetrated that deeply in a while.
He stopped and said, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just give me that black dick.”
He thrust hard against me and I felt his balls smack against my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.
“Oh yeah, take that dick,” he muttered.
“Yeah, yeah give it me,” I whimpered. He was deep in my womb. He slammed me harder and I felt sparks of energy flickering up my body.
“Oh God,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” I let go and felt a wave of familiar pleasure flood my body. My pussy trembled and my hips bucked. Jason gripped my hair and I heard him groan and shoot a load of hot cum into me. He pulled out and we lay panting in the dark.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I said, stunned at what I had done. I had acted like a cock-hungry slut, who was begging to be fucked.
Jason laughed. “Looked like you needed it pretty bad,” he said.
“You don’t think I am a slut, do you?” I said. “It was just with the booze and the dancing, I got carried away. And it’s been so long ...”
He silenced with me a kiss. “Hey, sometimes these thing happen.”
I broke away from him and grabbed his cock. My small hand barely fit around it. He quickly got hard. I was eager to feel him inside me again. I pushed him on his back.
“I want to try some more of this,” I said, climbing onto his hips. I eased my pussy slowly onto his dick. I felt engorged by him. I gasped as I got used to his size, then started to slide my pussy, back and forth. Jason grunted in appreciation and reached up and squeezed my boobs as I rode him. I was struck by how erotic the sight of his dark hands against my white boobs looked. I continued to ride his big, black cock. It felt so good, I wished I could have stayed there forever. Jason was panting hard.
“Patti, you look beautiful,” he moaned.
He grunted, shut his eyes and I felt a jet of cum spurt into my cunt. That set me off. I threw my head back, let out a piercing cry and gushed all over Jason’s groin. I couldn’t believe it, I just squirted! I had never done that in all my years of marriage.
“Damn, girl!” laughed Jason, dripping with my juices. “It looks like you turned on a hose.”
I lay on the bed, too drained to talk. My whole body tingled. I had broken my marriage vows with a man I had just met, but instead of feeling guilty, I felt exhilarated. I wanted to do it again. Jason slipped into the bathroom to dry off. When he got back, he started gathering his clothes, which were strewn around the room.
“Where are you going?” I asked, as I lay on the bed.
Jason smiled sheepishly, “We both need to rest,” he said. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I get the impression that you could go all night. Plus, I can’t be seen coming out of your room, you’re married.”
He kissed me lightly on the lips and left. I touched my aching pussy. He had just left, but my kitty already missed him. I was happy, but also frustrated. Why hadn’t someone told me this before? If black men fucked like this, I had been wasting my time screwing white guys. I fingered my cilit, and thought of Jason and his thick cock, until I came. That was the only way I would get any sleep that night.
The next day was spent getting Lisa ready for the wedding. With her petite frame and brunette hair, she looked radiant in her wedding dress. I primped in the mirror and put on a pink silk dress. Bridesmaids are not supposed to outdo the bride, but I still wanted to look good for Jason.
As I helped Lisa with her make up, she said, “I hope Jason has been treating you well?”
“Oh, yeah,” I answered vaguely. “We’ve been having a great time.”
Lisa eyed me, but said nothing. I think she suspected something was going on, but she left it alone.
The wedding flew by. Jeff and Jason looked dashing in their Marine Corps uniforms, and their dad, who was a retired captain, also wore his old uniform. I had never been to a “black wedding” but it was so much fun. After the lake service, there was a lot of dancing and revelry and people doing the electric slide. During the ceremony, Jason and I had stolen furtive glances and I felt that tingle again when we escorted each other down the aisle. My panties were damp, knowing that my pussy was going to get worked over later that night. The revelry on the dance floor gave Jason and I an excuse to get close and we spent the whole night dancing together. I enjoyed pressing against him as the DJ spun Luther Vandross and Keith Sweat hits.
Finally, Jason and I managed to steal away. He dragged me into an empty bathroom and we locked ourselves in a stall. Jason dropped to his knee, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. And there, in his full uniform, ate my pussy to his heart’s delight. He lapped away at my cunt before parting my lips and tongue fucking me. Jason clamped his thick lips over my clit and sucked hard. I gasped and had to steady myself against the wall, it felt like he was sucking the life out of me. My mouth formed an O, but nothing came out. My body shook as Jason made me squirt all over his face and uniform. We cleaned up and returned to the wedding party. I was embarrassed that people would notice Jason’s uniform was soaked in my cum, but the wedding goers were having too much fun to pay attention. My panties were so sodden, I ditched them in a trash can and went commando for the rest of the night.
The party dragged on until the early morning. I spent most of the night entwined with Jason, dreaming of the moment when we could steal away and resume our lovemaking. Finally, when the moment was right, we hurried to my room and tore off our clothes. Jason was barely in the room before I dragged off his uniform pants and had his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked his huge prick and even tried to deepthroat him. I was rewarded with a huge gob of cum which he shot into my mouth. I tried to swallow as best I could, but some of it dribbled down my chin. I scooped it up with my finger and licked it clean.
Feeling aggressive, I grabbed Jason’s dick and dragged him to the bed. I pulled him on top of me and spread my legs wide.
“I have been going crazy for you all day,” I begged. “Please give me that dick.”
I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth! I had turned into a total cock slut! Could black dick do that to you? Jason didn’t seemed to mind. He lay down on top of me and fed his cock into my dripping pussy. I groaned as he eased his dick into me.
“Oh God,” I whispered, remembering how he felt.
Jason lifted my legs, hooked them over his broad, black shoulders and pounded away at my cunt. My head thrashed from side-to-side as the ecstasy built up in my groin. I had waited all day for this feeling and wanted to savor the moment. But I couldn't hold back any longer, I groaned loudly, dug my fingers into Jason’s back and came hard.
We spent the rest of the night making wild, noisy, sweaty love. I howled up a storm, as I came three times and even drew some annoyed bangs on the wall from the neighbors. Jason finally escaped from my clutches at about four in the morning. It was a good thing too, because if he hadn’t left, I would have fucked him dry.
The next morning, I avoided the dirty looks from neighbors and joined the wedding party at breakfast. I wore dark sunglasses and pretended I was hungover. But, in truth I was worn out because I had been fucking all night and had only got two hours of sleep. Jason, the poor guy, looked fatigued too. We shot pleased glances at each other, as we munched on scrambled eggs and sipped orange juice. After breakfast, Jason drove me to the airport. We embraced for a long time and exchanged numbers. I couldn’t wait to see him again.
When I got back home, I knew everything had changed. I didn’t want to stay in an unfulfilling marriage and be a cheating wife. I soon moved out of the house and filed for divorce. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had spent the the last 40 years of my life avoiding black men, but not anymore. I now loved BBC, and didn’t care if the whole world knew it.
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