Wife’s addiction to Big Black Cock

I found myself in a gas station, when I spotted him. Directly across from me, as I pumped fuel into my Accord, he was pumping diesel into his truck. I hoped he’d soon be pumping me. He was tall, handsome and dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off in muscular arms. He was a black male, which was the real attraction for me. I’m sure most readers know what the term BBC means, but just in case a few don’t, it stands for Big Black Cock. It looked like he had it and I wanted all of it. At that time, I couldn’t get enough.

I wasn’t dressed up that day, but I had on a pair of shorts and as I smiled at him across the lane, he grinned back and looked over my legs, which I posed in a way that he could get a good solid view. I flipped my strawberry blond hair and licked my lips, as I hoped he’d figure a clever opening line.

After he put the pump nozzle away, he approached. I was excited; I was about to be picked up at a service station; that would be a first. I eagerly awaited his come-on banter.

“You need any help with that?”

Looking back, I’d have to rate that line as better than nothing, but it was good enough to initiate our opening dialog.

“Thanks. But I’ve got this covered.” He looked dejected. I was only toying with him. “Where you could help me out is figuring how large that cock of yours is.”

“Damn, I like a woman that goes straight to it. I’ve got a full ten inches.”

“I live a couple miles from here. I’d need to verify what you’re told me.”

He followed me home and within minutes was in my bed, running his hands all over me. Without a measuring tape, I can’t say that it was exactly ten inches, but he was very close. He had shaved his pubic hair, so his cock looked even larger.

My shorts and blouse were tossed onto the floor. I rarely bother with underwear unless I’m purposely trying to be seductive, so I presented myself to him naked. I pulled off his trousers and began kissing the tip of his penis.

“I didn’t get your name. I’m Michael.”

Due to my excitement at finding BBC, I had not thought to exchange names. It nearly took me out of the moment when I introduced myself. “I’m Shannon. I love your cock.” To prevent further unwanted conversation, I swallowed his penis, jamming the stiff sausage as far into my throat as possible. I didn’t manage to immerse all of it, but he was impressed by my ability.

“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s what I wanted when I first laid eyes on you.”

It didn’t take long for me to see that he was prepared for the main event. I disengaged him from my mouth and pushed him back on the bed. I climbed on top and he guided it inside me. I bounded in a rhythmic movement as it rubbed against my clit. I wanted to get in at least two good solid orgasms before he had his and I worked my ass as hard as I could manage.

“What the hell is going on here?” came a familiar voice instantly sending me crashing to earth. I turned my head, as I bopped impaled upon this other man’s stiffness, and to my very horror, there stood my husband in the doorway.

He shouted at me and the rest of the incident seemed to go by in a slow motion nightmare. I remember getting off of Michael and trying to cover my naked body. I recall Michael, say something along the lines of, “Look man, I didn’t know the bitch was married.” Maybe he used the word slut or scank, I’m not sure. Thankfully, he didn’t try to fight my husband, Tony. Even though Michael was a powerful looking dude, Tony could have kicked his ass easily. He’d been in Special Forces in Afghanistan and Iraq, before leaving the military and he could take care of himself. Michael dressed quickly and ran from our house. By the commotion, several neighbors saw a half-naked black male running from our home. My reputation would never be the same in that community.

By :Krystal0690

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