My husband’s fantasy

I wanted to confess this for ages and it’s not easy so please bear with me. After our two children were born my husband, John, and I decided that we didn’t want any more children, and my doctor performed a tubal ligation and “tied my tubes..”.
Once I had recovered, I started to feel a freedom about having sex without having to worry constantly about becoming pregnant. This was an amazing emotional weight off my mind and I began to feel sexually free to let myself “go” and allow him to release in me without having to worry about “did I remember to take my pill..?”
I was a slim 38 and attractive woman while John was five years older and nice looking. I was shy and inexperienced but I might as well say it, was not a virgin when we got married, because I had been molested earlier but never knew that.

We would go out to clubs a lot and listen to live music and dance. I loved that and we had fun. We live in the Caribbean where I grew up so most of the people were black. My family were old fashioned and didn’t want me mixing with black people for some reason and I had attended a Christian school with mostly black kids and we grew up happily together without any problem. John came from England and after our children were born he began to get fantasies and excited about the idea of me dancing with black men, and encouraged that when we were out on the weekend. I wasn’t too keen though and demanded to know why, but after a few drinks it didn’t seem to matter. I was a bit bothered by his fantasy which he confided to me after lovemaking one night and thought it was his way of saying he wanted other women. He swore that was not it at all and eventually after a few weeks of this it was clear he was turned on when other men showed an interest in me. He was really excited when we were having sex and he asked me ”how a big black one” would feel in me and if I said “yes yes” or something to excite him more, he would climax immediately. He was usually quick anyway and could only bring me to a climax orally so it didn’t make much difference.
I started thinking about his fantasy and having sexual thoughts more until it was constantly on my mind. I had always been quite highly sexed possibly because of certain things that happened earlier in my life but had a strict upbringing that caused me to have inhibitions and even shame so my desires were suppressed, until that point in my life. I looked forward to going out on the weekends and at his insistence danced more and more with black men in the clubs. John was getting more turned on when he saw me with them on the dance floor which was usually quite dar, and to be honest, so was I, but didn’t plan for anything to ever happen. I started to feel sexy though and began to dress sexy too, with tight fitted pants and short dresses to show off my tanned legs and round bubble butt. I became acutely aware of men in the clubs watching me and when they danced with me they soon began running their hands over me and if we got in a dark corner of the floor with slow dance music they would not hesitate to press into me to let me feel their hardness. I couldn’t believe how big and strong they felt through my flimsy clothing and my body was responding to the stimulation. More than once O almost came to orgasm right there and they knew it. I resisted their urgings to go out with them or give out my number but during the week at my job as a jewelry store sales girl I started flirting with customers and especially the black guys. I had told some of the men where I worked and they sometimes showed in front of my counter. It was so easy and made me excited. I felt and looked sexy as I made contact with black men and it seemed I was becoming a magnet. My dress became a bit more revealing to show my figure but still quite tasteful, and instead of looking away when black men gave me the eye I looked deeply into their eyes and it was all it took. My eyes were starting to open as far as what I had been missing and began initiating sex with John more and doing things I had never done, like oral sex on him. I found it wasn’t as bad as my friends had said and became quite good at it. He had no idea what caused this change but he loved it. I loved how it made me feel that I could bring out these intense sensations in him. I began thinking about other men more and more. I was at the stage where my anxiety and tension level rose to where I could have easily had sex two or three times a day but didn’t as he promised as not up to it but I never told John so as not to hurt his feelings.
One day he asked a colleague of his, actually his boss, over for a drink, one evening, and it irritated me a bit because I had a tiring day on my feet and wanted to relax. Anyway, Tshombe, that was his name. He explained that it was an African name and was obviously proud of his heritage. He was more assertive than John and I found that very appealing. He was professional and polite and we talked easily almost forgetting John who attended to bringing more wine. Our children were at my mother’s house that night which is what she loved so it was a relaxing time and although I felt physically tired Tshombe was interesting and had a soothing almost hypnotic voice. He asked John and I about our interests and we told him about travel to England, where he had trained, and dancing. During the conversation he confided confidentially that he had always been interested in health and wellness and had taken a course in body massage. Without thinking much and maybe the wine was talking I blurted our “ oh that sounds SO lovely .. my legs are killing me after standing all day “
He smiled and John remarked “well you can be a practice model for Tshombe “. We all laughed and I got up to get something out of the kitchen. When I came back Tshombe said he would be more than happy to rub my legs down if I had some lotion to use and help you feel better. I said how sweet that was of him but didn’t think it was the right time. John insisted and after a while I gave in on the understanding he would massage my legs.
I felt a bit more tipsy than usual but told John to let him come up in a few minutes so I could prepare. I wasn’t thinking too far ahead at that point but changed into very tight booty shorts that left my legs bare and I laid a big towel on the bed in our room and found lotion and called John to say I was ready.
I had soft music playing and was feeling quite relaxed so when Tshombe came into the room quietly my eyes were closing but I was trembling a bit. He didn’t say anything but I heard him quietly preparing and the rustling of clothes. I just lay there and turn his strong but soft hands were sliding up and down my legs. It felt heavenly and after a few minutes I must have moaned or made a little sound of pleasure and he whispered “ you are gorgeous ..”
I felt so aroused and could feel myself lubricating between my legs. The rhythmic massage went on for ages although it was probably no more than 40 minutes and I was feeling both dreamy and tipsy but more aroused than I could remember.
My body was trembling and he asked if I was cold and I whispered “no it just feels so good “.
After a few minutes his hands were running under the soft material of my shorts and rubbing my bare bottom. I didn’t stop him.
His hands, big and strong, were pulling my shorts down my thighs together with my panties. I wanted to stop him but didn’t. I should have but didn’t want to stop.
I felt a heavy weight on the bed and hands pulling my legs open from the ankles. He didn’t ask and I didn’t stop him. His naked overheated body was on mine naked from the waist down and suddenly I felt a huge hardness penetrate me and without warning I climaxed. I didn’t expect it but the sensation was unlike anything I ever experienced. I was panting and trying not to make any noise but failed and cried out “Tshombe are you really fucking me?”
It was a silly question but it was what came to my mind at that moment. He slowly pulled out and thrust in deeper to where no man had ever gone before and began fucking me senseless. Long, hard deep strokes inside me. I never knew anyone could feel like this. I climaxed do many times it was one continuous orgasm. He stopped and his body stiffened as he exploded in me and I thought that he was done, but he stayed big in me as my body wriggled and tightened on his cock that it slowly hardened and he told me to take off my top. I pulled it off and wasn’t wearing a bra. At that moment I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and realized John was spying on us through a narrow gap in the door. He kissed and sucked my breasts for so long it made me climax and then he spread me under him and fucked so hard and fast I almost passed out. Eventually he shot his sperm into my body and when I felt his throbbing I squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles and screamed so loud that he put a sheet over my mouth
I was a changed woman and told John that whatever happened from then on was his responsibility. I couldn’t get up as I was exhausted but after Tshombe left John came in the room and had a hard on. I let him put it on me but he climaxed in seconds and was done.
I couldn’t believe what I allowed to happen but it was how I started loving black men and lost desire for white men.

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