The knee length dress I had picked from the wardrobe hid my curves completely with it’s long, billowing sleeves and high neck. Slipping my feet into a pair of ballet pumps, I checked how I looked in the mirror before stepping out onto the landing. “Kyle?” I called, knowing that no-one else could have arrived at such an awkward moment. “Kyle!” I called again, “is that you?”

“Yes Mum!” came the reply, the voice echoing up the stairs from somewhere downstairs.

Crossing over to the spare bedroom, I picked up the empty clothes basket that rested on the floor and hoisted it up until I held it against my hip. Kyle would find it odd that I had left Michael completely on his own unless he believed I was doing housework. My cover established, I headed for the stairs.

Descending, the sound of two voices in the sitting room reached my ears. The familiar chatter that took place between Kyle and Michael and which confirmed to me that my son was completely oblivious as to what had happened.

Turning the corner into the sitting room, I was reassured to see that Michael was sitting on the sofa looking as innocent as the day he was born. Meanwhile, Kyle had propped himself up on the arm of the chair which only a short while earlier I had flashed Michael from. “Have you finished work for the day?” I asked, playing innocent and acting as if nothing had happened between myself and the gorgeous, black friend of my son who sat facing me.

“Yeah, it was a long day today after such an early start but now I’m home and have a couple of days off I just want to go have some fun.”

“Ahhh, is that why Michael came round then?” I asked innocently, “he wants to take you out for a few drinks and to chase some girls?”

“Mum…” Kyle complained, “you make it sound sleazy!”

“How many girlfriends have you had this year?” I asked the question knowing that it would make Kyle embarrassed. He believed that my husband and I had never done anything interesting sexually in our lives and that we were very prudish, and I wanted to keep him that way for now.

“5, I think…. No 6 actually.”

“See, you can’t even remember all of them, how is that treating them right?” Kyle blushed deeply while I continued to keep up the ribbing. After all, while he was thinking about himself so much, he was unlikely to ask why Michael seemed particularly chilled and sweaty. “What about you Michael, how many have you had?”

“Ummm 9,” he replied, and Kyle shot him a look.

“9? I thought your last girlfriend was number 8?”

For a moment Michael squirmed as he realised that he had counted me in his number before he worked out how to handle it. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you, some Milf threw herself at me last night, made some claim about loving it black.”

“Oh sweet, you dog!”

“You two disgust me sometimes!” I said and walking quickly I created the pretence of storming off towards the kitchen.

“Oh Mum!” Kyle called after me as I disappeared from view, “you are so prudish sometimes, you have to understand what life is like for us kids these days!” Deliberately ignoring him, I continued to fuss around in the kitchen while the conversation continued to carry through the house. “I need to go get a shower and then we’ll head out? Krazies Bar is always fun mid-week.” It was Kyle who spoke and a moment later I heard his feet on the stairs as he ran up them towards the bathroom.

Bending over, I opened the door to the washing machine and started to pull out the contents into the basket. The noise blocked out the sound of Michael entering the room and approaching from behind. A warm sensation grew on my backside as he placed a hand there and started to fondle my protruding bum which the dress had pulled tight over. “Any chance of some fun while we wait?” the question was earnest, and it was clear that Michael wanted to take me to the next level. I stood up, keeping my arse pointed towards him so that I could enjoy the sensations.

“Not while he is in the house, if he hears us, he will be angry.”

“Oh come on, I know you are wet and hungry for me,” as he spoke Michael reached round and took hold of my right breast in his hand. He squeezed the nipple gently, sending wave of excitement through my body.

“No!” I said harshly though in whispers, turning around to take hold of the hand that Michael had used to stroke my ass. “Mike, I really want you, in fact I need you inside me, but we can’t do it here, not now!” Reaching with a hand, I stroked the front of Michael’s groin, enjoying the pleasure of feeling his semi-hard cock. “We will arrange a time but just not here and not right now.”

We kissed for a moment as a loud thump from upstairs indicated that Kyle had finished with his shower. “Back in the sitting room with you, back to you wondering why I am such a prude.” Michael looked up at the ceiling of the kitchen as if making sense of the sound and then with one last kiss on the lips he bade me goodbye and headed back to the sitting room.

Moments later the sound of my son heading back down the stairs reached my ears and I crossed back over into the sitting room. Michael was on the sofa, looking like he had never left the seat while staring intently at his phone as Kyle appeared. His hair still wet, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready then Mike?” he asked with a smile and I watched as my new black lover rose from his seat. “See ya later Mum!” Kyle called across the room before turning and heading for the door. Opening it, Kyle almost jumped out the door as Michael gave me one last look of lust before stepping through it. The door closed behind them and I was alone.

By Saturday morning the chance to have pleased Michael further had still not arisen and the house felt empty as Kyle had gone to work and my husband had yet to return. His work had resulted in a Friday night party for him and his work colleagues. The result was that he had spent the evening messaging me about girls he wanted to fuck and guys he wanted me to fuck. Though despite my suggestion he had decided not to fuck anybody that night.

I was not expecting him before lunch and so lonely and horny I lay in bed naked and dozing while my hands wandered to my clitoris. The orgasm that filled me was gentle and quick and moments afterwards a deep sleep overcame me again.

A sound of movement at the foot of the bed woke me from my sleep with a start. Standing there, naked, his rounded shoulders and the slight bulge of his belly on display while below his small cock fully erect. “Roger!” I exclaimed, glad to see that I was not about to be killed in my sleep, “what time is it, have I overslept?”

“No, I just got home early, want to see my black cock slut and drain my heavy balls into her!” Pulling at the duvet, I peeled it off to reveal my naked body, legs open as I waited for my husband to mount me. Climbing onto the mattress, Roger crawled towards me while his cock bobbed up and down with a small amount of pre-cum. “I need to kiss your black cock sucking lips,” he whispered and then our lips met and for a moment we kissed as his cock lowered itself towards my waiting hole.

He slipped inside without any difficulty, having had a child and spent time playing with huge dildos, it meant that my husband was just not big enough to truly fill me. In truth, we both liked it that way as together we enjoyed the thought that I had been with others.  Putting hands on either side of my body, my husband lifted himself up while I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Fuck me like a whore!” I begged his hips thrust time and again into my pelvis as my husband quickly worked himself up to the point of orgasm.

“Tell me what you want?” Roger begged in between pants of breath as watched the sweat form into a bead on his brow.

“I want Michael, I want his huge black cock and I want him to be fucking me instead of you.”

“You nasty, fucking slut!”

“I want him to fill me with his cum and then watch as you lick me clean!”

The pace quickened again and a moment later his cum released with a grunt. For my husband it was about as hard as he could possibly fuck but it was far short of what I needed. His balls drained into me before, a moment later, he collapsed in a sweaty heap onto my breasts. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, I felt the wetness of it as he gently sucked.

“I’ve already wanked today but I really need to feel Michael now,” I commented as my hand gently stroked my husband’s hair, “let’s set something up for tonight.”

For a moment our eyes met, “I think that is a great idea.”

Pushing Roger off and rising from the bed, I ran to the shower and let the water wash over my skin until I felt completely clean. By the time I was towelling dry, my husband had joined me in the bathroom his eyes filled with lust at the sight of my body.

“Any ideas what you want for tonight?” his question was eager and hinted that our fucking had not completely drained his desire.

“I’m pretty certain that on a Saturday night Kyle and Michael always go to Tramps.”

“Tramps? The nightclub on the North Road?”

Nodding, I met my husband’s gaze and waited for my suggestion to sink in. His jaw dropped as he realised what I was suggesting, “Kyle is going to be there?”

“It will be far easier to embrace this lifestyle if Kyle knows the truth.”

“But do you really want to rub his face in it?”

“Umm…” in truth I was not completely certain that it was a good idea but the thought of being seduced in a nightclub by Michael and then fucked by him was too strong a lure to resist.

“Seriously Babe, Kyle will likely not speak to you again if you get off with Michael in front of him.”

Pausing for a moment, I turned my back on my husband and studied my face in the mirror. Picking up a tweezers, I carefully plucked at a couple of stray eyebrows as I considered my reply. My eyes scanned up and down the reflection of my body before focussing on my pussy that was just visible at the bottom end of the image. As I focused in on that spot, I became aware of a gentle ache that was emanating from there and slowly engulfing the rest of my body.

Turning around, I took a step towards my husband and kissed him before retreating so that he could see my entire body. “Kyle is a grown up now, he needs to learn to fend for himself, meanwhile I am still young, and I have needs.” Placing a hand on the outside of my labia, I gently inserted a finger until I could feel the witness within. “My cunt needs Michael and I want you to indulge me tonight.”

“Yes Babe,” my husband replied without hesitation, “your pleasure is everything.”

“Good, so take me shopping for an outfit for tonight.”

By early evening we had returned from the shops and as I slowly removed the right jeans and red jumper I had been wearing, my eyes stared at the bags that lay on the bed. Inside them were the items that I had purchased for the night, clothing that was designed to make me look sexually appealing to an 18 year-old guy with a big, black cock. Stripped down to just my bra and knickers my husband walked into the room, a clear swelling at the front of his trousers. “Do you want me to help with that?” I asked with a nod towards my husband’s genitals?

“No, I want to torture myself with it for the entire night,” he replied, “I want to be hurting as I watch you betray me.”

Removing the rest of my clothes, I stood naked in front of my husband for the second time that day. Then, lying on the bed, I pulled up my legs so that my knees parted, and my lips were exposed to Roger’s gaze. “I’m going to let him fuck me bareback, let him breed my slutty body with his cum.”

“You bitch!” My husband sounded aggressive as he spoke, but I could see the look of lust in his eyes. Then, unable to keep up the pretence of anger he burst into laughter. “Come on, let’s get you dressed,” he said before picking up the bags and pouring the clothes out onto the bed.

“Yes Sir,” I said with a giggle before giving a pretend salute to the man with whom I had committed to live the rest of my life.

Clambering from the bed, I sorted through the various items until I found the suspender belt and stockings. Carefully removing the labels and unpacking the items I pulled the suspender belt around my waist. It sat perfectly just at the top of my hips before sitting, I slid the nylon stockings over my feet and up my legs. Standing for a second time, I pulled and tugged at the stockings and the suspenders, adjusting the straps as I went until everything was attached. Lifting myself back to an upright position, I took a few trial steps to make sure everything was fitted correctly and then posed for my husband.

“Wow!” he gasped, his eyes studying the lingerie and my still exposed, smooth vagina. “Michael is not going to be able to resist you tonight.”

“The reason he won’t be able to resist me has nothing to do with how I will look tonight and everything to do with how I sucked his cock the other day.”

Roger laughed at my comment, “that’s the one thing you always had, a very accepting throat.”

“Just my throat?”

“Well you never complain about being fucked in the cunt or ass either.”

I blew Roger a kiss in response, “yeah and remember that when I am bouncing on Michael’s dick.”

Next, picking up the mini skirt that I had bought, I studied it carefully before putting my feet into it. Slowly, I dragged it up over my calves, knees and thighs until the waist band covered the suspender belt. Smooth it into place, I studied the pleats that were shaped within the tartan cotton material. The bottom of the skirt didn’t even make mid-thigh in length while when swinging my ass back and fore the hem flared outwards slightly.

My top came next, also black, it was very thin and as I pulled it over my head, I noticed how it clung tightly to my curves. Pulling it down fully, the black material stretched and became even more see through than it appeared on the hanger. Giving my outfit a whirl, I posed in front of my husband and noticed the lust that crossed his face. “I can see your tits through that,” he commented as he studied my clothes. “You might as well be topless as wear that.”

“But would Michael enjoy seeing it?”

“Enjoy? I reckon he would offer to fuck you there and then.”

I purred with excitement at the comment as my mind raced with thoughts about the evening that was to come.

Happy that I had dressed perfectly for my goal, I completed the outfit with a pair of black, stiletto heels that slipped onto my feet. They made me stand a good four or five inches taller as my body teetered as it tried to find its balance. Finally, I did my makeup, nothing amazing but bright red lipstick to attract men to the thought I would suck them off was essential.

“Are we ready?”

“Yes, let’s take our time in getting to Tramps though.”

“You want to parade me around the town like some form of whore?”

“Of course.” My husband smiled evilly as he spoke, and I wondered if he had something planned for earlier in the evening.

He drove, Roger often preferred to drive rather than to drink and given that I might need digging out of some difficult situations he professed preferring if he was sober.

Parking the car, we walked in the general direction of the North Road. My outfit attracting attention from many of the males that we passed both younger and older. “Let’s go in here,” Roger suggested as we passed a bar playing loud music with a dozen younger men hanging around outside.

Stepping inside, the two of us walked over to the bar where the intense bright light shone straight through my top. As my husband bought a drink, I felt a hand reach under my skirt and squeeze one of my butt cheeks. Turning towards the individual who had groped me without being invited I found myself looking at a toned white guy of about twenty.

“Hi, there was something about the way you were displaying those tits that made me think I could grope as I wanted.” Smiling as he spoke, I had to admit that he was a good looking guy.

“That’s rather presumptuous of you, do you really think that I would give myself up without consent?”

The guy shrugged his shoulders as I realised that he had still not removed his hand and if anything, he was now pushing a finger between the soft skin of my butt cheeks. “I think that a woman like you, coming in here, like that is ready to consent to anything that happens.”

“You saw right through me then, or at least right through my top, though in truth I have come out tonight to find a specific person.” He looked crest fallen at the comment and I fell his hand fall away from me as my husband joined us.

“Hi,” my husband smiled at the young interloper, “sorry but I only want my wife to fuck black guys.”

“Oh!” the guy replied, “ummm, can I watch if she does?”

“What are you offering?” asked my husband, his face quizzical while I started to scan the room. The lad was clearly not talking of Michael, he was thinking of someone else and I wondered if he was present.

“Come with me!” the guy grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the pub to a corner of the room. There, in the middle of a group of friends sat the person it was clear he was thinking of. “This is Jay, he’s a friend, he has a big cock and he likes fucking white women…” the guy smiled at me before turning his attention to Jay, “Jay! Jay!” Standing, Jay almost bashed his head against the ceiling because he was so tall.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a deep American drawl as he spoke.

“This is ummm…” the guy paused realising that he did not know my name.

“Liz!” I interrupted loudly.

“Yeah this is Liz and she has a thing for black cock.”

Jay’s face lit up on hearing the comment while the friends all stopped and stared at me. “Well hi,” Jay drawled, “why don’t you come and sit with me.”

Looking at my husband, I noticed that he was chilled about the whole thing and so carefully, I pushed my way around the table towards him. As I moved, Jay’s friends stood to let me past but even as they did so, a number of them took the opportunity to grope me with the result that. By the time I squeezed into a seat next to Jay I could already feel that I was wet and desperate to be fucked.

As I sat, I found myself engulfed in one of Jay’s enormous, muscular arms while the other hand placed itself onto my stockinged leg. Leaning in, Jay spoke into my ear, “so you like black guys then?”

“Yes, I’ve actually come out to find a specific person, someone I was hoping to seduce tonight but with you here I have felt a sudden surge of lust.”

A deep, throaty laugh emanated from Jay as he started to rub his hand up and down my leg. “You black, cock loving, white sluts always feel a surge of lust around me.”

“Do you fuck a lot of us then?”

“Enough though you are not as frequent as I would like to see.”

I smiled at the comment rather than reply and instead let Jay pull my legs open slightly as his hand roamed further up my leg until it passed under the hem. The thought of having him fuck me for hours filled my mind and the rush of lust and desire made my head swim. Gently, I pushed my face closer to his until our noses touched, and our shallow breaths mingled as the need to fuck slowly took over.

“Do you use condoms?” it was Jay who spoke and, I found myself unable to reply. It was a conversation that I had not had with Roger and so was unsure as to how I should answer. Noticing my hesitation, Jay withdrew slightly and smiled, “I think this is a conversation you might need to have with your husband first, though I have to tell you, real black alpha’s like me prefer their women bareback.”

Nodding, I withdrew slowly from the situation, rising to my feet again and pushing out of the group before almost running for the exit. Getting outside, I felt embarrassed at the mistake I had made and started to pace back and fore as I waited for Roger to join me.

Finally, my husband appeared as he pushed through the crowd that were gathered around the entrance to the pub. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he approached, noticing that my eyes were glistening as the first hint of tears built up within.

“Condoms,” I replied, the word blurted out loud enough that a passing couple stared at me in shock.

“Condoms?” asked Roger who not having been part of the conversation with Jay was unsure as to what I meant.

“Yes,” I snapped and turning my back on him I started to walk up the street in the direction of the car.

As I approached the next junction, ready to turn to my right towards where the car was parked, I felt a hand on my arm. “Woah!” called Roger as he attempted to slow me down and get me to talk, “woah, let’s talk, I don’t understand what is happening.”

Letting him turn me round I looked at my husband as the first tear streamed down my cheek. “We never discussed condoms, never planned on what we would do about the matter and Jay rejected me because I had no answer to his question.”

“Ahhh,” said Roger and he pulled me into a hug, “don’t worry about Jay, he gave me his number so we can arrange something another time.” The comment made me feel slightly better, but I still sniffed noisily as I rested against my husband’s shoulder.

“But what about tonight, what about Mike?”

“How do you want to handle it?”

My body shrugged within the embrace that Roger held it in while I was unsure how to answer the question. In reality, I was not even certain as to why I lacked such certainty, was it a fear of giving my husband the wrong answer or the fear of saying the wrong thing to Michael?

“Do you want to feel that black skin next to yours, inside you, that sensation that feeling of intensity as black meets white?”

“Ummm, yes, I think so.”

“Do you want to feel the cum of a black man entering you? Filling you? Owning you?”

“Yes,” I sniffed as I listened to each of the descriptions my husband was using as inside the ache that I had been feeling for Michael slowly returned.

“Do you want to feel owned, controlled, submissive, to a powerful, good looking, black man?”

“Definitely.”

Moving my body so that my husband held me away from his, he lifted my head using a hand so that I could look into his eyes. “In that case, you should leave it to him to decide but assume that he is not going to want to use them.”

“And you would be comfortable with that? With him filling me with his cum without a condom?”

“I am signing my wife up to be a black cock slut, of course I am happy with her going bareback on his cock.”

It took a moment for me to regather my thoughts, to accept that the night was possibly not over after all. “Can we go find Michael now then?”

“That’s the nasty slut I like to hear.”

Together, we turned and started the walk back down the street and into the centre of town. The North Road was only two streets away and it was not long before we stepped out of a passageway between the High Street and the North Road that brought us to within a couple of hundred metres of Tramps. For a moment we stopped together and stared at the neon sign that announced the entrance to the club. Its reputation was of a sordid nightclub that filled with eager and desperate people looking for a night of debauched fucking.

“Ready?” Roger asked as the two of us stared at the small queue of people trying to get in.

“Ready,” I replied as I realised that the excitement of what might happen filled me with nerves, causing my body to shake slightly.

Five minutes later I stood at the edge of the dance floor. The flashing strobe lights catching my body so that when I looked down, I realised that my tits were on display. The place was already filling up but over in the far corner the unmistakable sight of Kyle and Michael with more of their friends stood out. Young and good looking, they were surrounded by a small circle of girls and the two groups were mingling as if taking part in a mating dance.

Roger started to walk towards the group but reaching out with a hand I pulled him back. “Let me lead,” I said, “it’ll work better if I am the one who approaches them.”

“OK.”

Placing one foot in front of the other, I walked towards the group, my hips swaying as I approached them. As I got closer, I could see that Michael was stood with his back to me, a woman of a similar age hanging off his left arm. Meanwhile, opposite him stood Kyle who had managed to pull not one but two eager girls.

Sliding up to Michael on his right-hand side, I reached out a hand and placed it on the taut muscles of his bum while my upper body brushed up against his. Surprised at the sudden appearance of another woman at his side, Michael turned quickly to see who was there. As his eyes focused on my face, a smile twitched across his lips. “Hey,” he said gently before the realisation that I was the mother of his best friend hit him.

Withdrawing, he pulled his body away before glancing nervously towards Kyle. “What are you doing here Mrs B?” he asked instead trying to play it cool.

“Well after the other day, I wanted to take our thing to the next level.”

“Uhh…” the shock of the point I was making caught Michael off guard and then, when he saw Roger, he took a further step back again, “hi Mr B.” The nervousness in his voice was clear as he spoke to the two of us.

“Mum, what the… what the fuck are you doing here?” Kyle’s voice was loud and tinged with anger as it distracted me from the moment I was hoping to have with Michael. “Why the hell would you come here, what are you hoping for?”

As Kyle ranted at me, the strobe lighting caught my top again and I smirked to myself as both Kyle and Michael’s eyes popped out of their heads. “Mum, I can see your tits! What the in God’s name do you think you are doing?”

It was clear that Kyle was offended by the way I had dressed, his reaction was enough to show that but for Michael it was also obvious that he felt very differently. Already, the girl who he had been cozying up to him as I had arrived had been dumped and his sole attention was on my body

“Well Kyle,” I spoke carefully, “I might be your mother, but I also have needs as a woman and as a sexual creature.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I’ve come here for Michael and I want you to know the truth as well, I love the thought of riding the cock of young black guys.”

Taking a step back, Kyle looked over my shoulder towards Roger, “Dad, what is going on, how can you tolerate this?”

“I’m eager for your mother to do this son, I want to see her ride some black cock.”

The shock was now too much and so he turned his attention to Michael. “Mike, you don’t need to do this, look at her, its mother my mother, she’s old and passed it.”

Michael laughed at the comments from Kyle before guiding him away he placed his arms on the shoulders of his friend. They were now only just within earshot, but I could read their lips to help me understand what was being said. “She sucked me off the other day, when you came home and I was at the house, your mother is really fit, and she has come here to offer herself to me.”

“It’s my mother!”

“I know and I am going to fuck her, breed her, use her as my own black cock slut.”

“You have loads of them every day, always hanging around, always wanting to taste your black cock, leave my mother out of this!”

“I can’t, she’s hot, she is displaying herself and she is here wanting me to fuck her.” Holding out a hand, Michael signalled for me to approach. I stepped into his embrace and felt Michael’s hand as it lifted the hem of my skirt to grab my naked arse. “This whore is going to get it from me, and I am certain I will enjoy feeding her every inch of my black cock.”

Stepping further back, Kyle turned his back on the two of us before disappearing into the growing crowd on the dance floor. “Oh well,” Michael said as our eyes met, “I might need to find a new friend in the morning but right now I’m going to enjoy you.”

There was no need for me to reply, instead Michael lowered his head to mine and our lips met. The situation was electric, and, in that moment, I knew beyond doubt that I would do anything that this young man wanted to do to me.

Guiding me towards the centre of the dance floor, Michael embraced me, pulling me close while I straddled a thigh that he held out in front of them. We danced in embrace while I felt his hands slowly work their way up and down my body, touching my stockings and rubbing my legs. Then, push up, lifting the hem of my skirt to expose my bum before letting it fall back into place. Finally, his hands roamed over the side of my breasts before moving round to the front and tweaking my nipples to make them hard.

“What knickers are you wearing? I love a sexy thong, you must be wearing a sexy thong?” I smiled as he asked the question and took a moment to kiss his chest through his shirt before looking up into Michael’s eyes.

“I’m not wearing any, my pussy is free for you.”

“What?” Michael gasped as he understood what I was saying, “you’re completely available to be touched and groped?”

“Yes.”

Pulling me in, Michael kissed me again as I felt one of his hands start to roam over my body for a second time. This time though, it did not stroke up and down the side of my body, instead it slid to the front, under my skirt and down to my hot, wet, sex. The touch of fingers against my smooth labia sent a shiver of excitement through my body as Michael slowly and carefully searched for my clitoris.

I could feel my body opening up to accept Michael in any way that he wished to use me. My mouth accepted his tongue as it probed deep into me, touching my tongue and throat as if it was in charge. While below, the first pressure on my clitoris as another finger sought the hole beneath made me gasp with pleasure.

Breaking away from the kiss, I leaned my mouth in so that it was close to Michael’s ear, “it’s time for us to go.”

“Go?”

“Yes, I need that cock and I need it now.”

“This place isn’t called Tramps for now reason at all.”

“I don’t get what you mean?”

Michael released me from the embrace and taking me by the hand he guided me off the dance floor towards a small group of tables that were formed into booths along the far wall. Approaching them, he looked into the first one before moving on to the second. Tugging gently at my hand, I obediently followed while taking a chance to see why he did not take the first booth. It was immediately clear why Michael had not picked the first booth as inside two women made out with each other. The one girl displaying her breasts while she sat on a table as the other girl licked at her clit.

“Wow!” I thought to myself as Michael guided me to the third booth, passing quickly passed the second booth in which another girl was being fucked by one guy while she sucked another. Thankfully though the third was empty and holding my hand before me Michael indicated for me to slide into the seats first. He then joined me, taking a seat while I kneeled on the bench next to him. We kissed again as I felt Michael gently push my top up to expose my breasts.

Pulling back, I let Michael admire the boobs that he had exposed as I noticed Roger take a seat on the other side of the table. Between his legs, Michael pulled at his belt and zip until he was able to push his trousers down and expose his enormous cock. In the dark of the club, it looked even bigger than it had when I had sucked it a few days before.

Moving closer again, I kissed Michael while swinging my outside leg over his body, a thrill filling me as I realised that I was so close to being able to feel him. “Do you want me to use a condom?” Michael asked and I held his face in my hands and kissed him gently.

“You can fuck me, however, you want.”

“Mmmm,” groaned Michael as I felt him reach between his legs and swing his dick upwards. The head of it stroked against the outside of my lips and a pulse of excitement passed through my body. Taking a moment, I adjusted my legs before slowly I lowered myself towards his lap.

As the tip pushed against my hole, I felt a surge of excitement at just how big it was. Then, holding my breath I lowered myself further as the shaft slowly opened me up. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Roger watching silently, as his eyes absorbed the sight of me being blacked.

Pushing further, I took even more of Michael’s pole into me until I felt like, for the moment at least, I could take no more.  Wiggling my hips, I worked myself back and fore over the cock before raising my bum and then lowering again. This time the cock seemed to go even deeper and I moaned loudly with the sensation.

Grabbing my breasts, Michael started to lick and kiss each nipple in turn as I gradually increased the pace of my movements. The two of us were lost in the moment, fucking purely for pleasure and desire. It had been a long time since I had been fucked by an 18 year-old cock and the fact that I was thrilled me.

“Turn around,” Michael said as he slapped my bottom with a hand. “Turn around and ride me while you look at your husband.” I did not need any further encouragement and I slid from Michael’s penis for a moment before carefully, turning myself around so that when I sat back down my bum was towards my lover. Holding my skirt up as I did so, I watched Roger’s eyes as he studied the huge took entering me again. Now it was even more of a thrill and I bounced up and down eagerly as Roger licked his lips excitedly.

“You want him to fill me with his cum?” I asked and Roger nodded, his mind seeming almost blank as his desire for humiliation and sex took over every part of his being. Leaning back, I felt Michael reach round and grab one of my tits, his fingers pulling on the nipple while the other hand reached between my legs to play with my clit.

Exposed, I was being used by a gorgeous black cock for its pleasure while my husband could only watch. It was too much, and I squatted down onto the Michael’s dick as hard and as fast as I could, taking him deeper than any man had been before. My hips ground hard as my orgasm built within until in a moment of screaming intensity my body released.

“Fuck!” I shouted loudly as spasms wracked my body while below, I could feel that Michael had also reached the point of his release. Warm cum pumped out of him and deep into my cunt as the two of us orgasmed in unison. The throbbing cock seemed to take forever to ease and so I found myself trapped on it, unable to move as thick wads of white cum started to seep from my body and down his dick.

Finally released, I slid from Michael and moved across onto the bench next to him. Sitting with my legs open, I felt my labia lips still pulsing with pleasure as more cum leaked from me. Closing my eyes for a moment there was a flash of bright light which caused me to open them quickly. Standing over me, Roger held his mobile phone in his hand and turning it, he showed me the image he had captured. My pussy seemed stretched and loose, as cum leaked from it while my legs remained open, the top of my stockings on display, my breasts exposed.

Letting my head fall to the side I looked at Michael, “do you think you can manage more tonight?”

“You want to know if I can fuck you again?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not leaving until the morning and you have taken a dozen loads from me.”

Looking at Roger I smiled at him, “what do you think?”

“I think you’re  a cock hungry whore,” he replied, “and I can’t wait to taste it.”

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