Everyone has heard the saying, “Once you go black, you can’t go back.” Well, I for one believe it. I had a hot fling — actually two hot flings, some years apart — with a well-known black athlete, which aroused in me a constant craving for black cock that has never been completely satisfied.

It started about five years ago, when my husband Stanley and I attended a corporate Christmas party at a big downtown hotel. Stanley and I work for the same company, and it was one of our bosses who introduced me to this famous black ball player, who I will call Maurice. He was obviously attracted to me, and pretty much monopolized me for the last hour or so of the party.

At one point, as we were dancing together, Maurice asked me to sneak away from my husband and come to his room. He was obviously used to having women do what he wanted, and his assurance kind of put me off, so even though I am not always the most faithful of wives, I told him I could not do such a thing. He then pressed something into my hand, which turned out to be a matchbook on which he had written his room number.

Now, I’d actually had a fantasy of being with a well-hung black man for some time. My husband knew all about this, so when I told him that this handsome ball player had invited me to come to his room, Stanley said maybe we should play a trick on him. Stanley and I were also staying at the hotel overnight, and Stanley told me to find Maurice and tell him I would sneak up to his room after my husband fell asleep. Which I did.

When we got to our room, Stanley quickly took off my clothes and made passionate love to me — twice. He then told me to go to Maurice’s room and give him sloppy seconds, telling him that that is what he should expect when he fools around with married women. That way, he said, I would get what I wanted while getting back at this arrogant athlete.

So I didn’t bother to shower or douche before taking myself up to Maurice’s room. There I put on my best innocent wife act, saying that I’d never let anyone but my husband touch me before, but that there was something about Maurice that I couldn’t resist. Maurice pulled me into his arms, giving me a deep lustful kiss which really got my motor running. But I forced myself to break away, telling him that I was really nervous about getting caught, and besides, my husband had already fucked my pussy before he went to sleep.

To my surprise, these words, instead of putting him off, seemed to ignite a fire in Maurice’s loins, and he kissed me even more passionately, and then proceeded to smooth-talk me right out of my clothing and into his bed. I had my fantasy fulfilled with great joy, and my pussy filled with a huge 10-inch cock that seemed never to tire.

After that night I dreamed often about black cock, especially Maurice’s, but I never expected to see him again. Then out of the blue, about three years later, he called me at work one day, saying that he was in town and wanted to see me.

My panties became soaking wet the moment I heard his voice, but again I went into my innocent wife act, telling him that I had felt guilty for months after being with him that first time, and had promised myself that I’d never cheat again. So I couldn’t possibly meet him now. Of course I let him persuade me to meet him for coffee on Saturday morning, “but nothing else,” though in fact I could hardly restrain myself from rushing over to his hotel room right then and there.

Instead, I dialed my husband’s extension and asked him to come to my office.

When he got there I was holding my wet panties in my hand. I told him to lock the door as I moved over to the big leather sofa, kicking off my heels, and lay down with my skirt bunched around my waist, saying, “Your wife needs to be fucked right now.” Stanley had no desire to argue, and no trouble getting hard; he just dropped his pants and climbed on, sinking his meaty erection into my cunt.

Stanley knows just how to fuck me to get me off quickly, which he did. Then, still fucking me, he asked what had brought this on. I told him, which naturally increased his passion, and he brought me to climax twice more before coming himself.

Stanley fucked me twice more on Saturday morning, again telling not to wash, so that Maurice would again have sloppy seconds. Recalling his reaction the first time, I didn’t think Maurice would mind, so I agreed.

Before getting dressed for my assignation, I checked out my naked body in the mirror, assuring myself that it was every bit as good as it had been three years before. I’m five feet three and weight 110 pounds, with dark hair, green eyes and a 36C-24-34 figure. I dressed casually in jeans and a pullover sweater, not wanting to seem too provocative.

I met my black stud at 10 in the morning, and it only took one cup of coffee for him to get me up to his room and out of my clothes. Once he had me naked he laid me across the bed, dropping to his knees to bury his face in my musky snatch. As before, I told him that my husband had fucked me before I came to him; as before, that knowledge, and Stanley’s jism, seemed to set him on fire. He eagerly eat my creamy cunt until I gushed in his face, then stood to strip away his own clothing, revealing that lovely monster cock that had given me so much pleasure, and was now about to do so again.

A moment later he was hovering above me, dragging that hot hunk of man meat across my taut tummy and through the soft curly hair on my mound, until it came in contact with my wet labia. He probed gently then, until my slippery lips parted and his cockhead pressed against the mouth of my vagina. He didn’t thrust it in, as my husband habitually did with his somewhat smaller cock, but pushed steadily until the head of it slid in up to the ridge. He then began to fuck me with short easy strokes, pushing a little further into me each time, until his entire shaft was embedded deep in my body.

Oh God, this man was as good as I remembered, and possibly better! He fucked me slowly at first, gradually speeding up, then varying his tempo, and he managed to bring me to three glorious orgasms over the next 20 minutes before he exploded, releasing a torrent of semen that bathed the walls of my vagina and flooded out around his spasming dick.

I could still feel that semen slowly trickling down the crack of my ass when, after dismounting and lying beside me for a brief time, he suddenly swung himself over me again, this time sinking his revived cock to the hilt inside me with one easy stroke. He let out a low moan before saying, “Damn, lady, I can’t get over you being able to handle my dick so easily. I mean, I’ve been with black women a lot bigger than you who couldn’t take much more than half of it.”

I wrapped my legs around him then and pumped my hips up and down, while squeezing my inner muscles rhythmically to stimulate his penis and return the intense pleasure he was giving me. “I may not be very big,” I said breathlessly, “but I’ve got a really hungry pussy, and I just love the way your big black cock fills it up so completely.” We then proceeded to fuck each other like crazy. Soon I was coming and coming as though I would never stop, until Maurice blasted into me once more; and even after he finished, it took me a while to come down.

I had told Stanley not to expect me back before evening, so Maurice and I had all day to spend in bed. I couldn’t get enough of his magic cock, and when I could no longer revive him with my pussy muscles I did so with my mouth, even though my lips did not have the same elasticity as my pussy, so I could only suck about half of his dick. But I did my best, and it seemed to work, at least for a while.

I’m pleased to say that that mighty, powerful dick was like a cooked noodle when I finally left him at the hotel. But my husband was waiting for me, and anxious to take up where Maurice had left off, while debriefing me on what I’d done with my lover. When he too seemed to be fucked out, I was able to revive him by telling him that I was definitely going to need more black cock in the future.