I was enjoying an after-dinner drink at my hotel when a huge but very handsome black man approached my table, saying. “Excuse me, miss, but what would it take to get to know you?”

“It’s Mrs.,” I said to him, as I got up to leave. “And it would take a better line than that.”

Two weeks later I was back in the same city, and had just sat down to have dinner when the same man walked up. “Look, ma’am, we got off to a bad start,” he told me. “I’m married too, and I always stay here when I’m in town. I’d like to make it up to you by buying you dinner, if you would allow me to.”

My first impulse was to blow him off again, then go back to my room and order room service. But as I started to get up, he said, “Please, I’m sorry. I’d just really like a moment, if you could spare it.”

Well, he did seem harmless, and I was alone, not a condition I usually enjoy; so I relented and allowed him to buy me dinner. He told me his name was Norman. We had a delicious meal, with some pleasant conversation, after which he thanked me, and I thanked him and left.

On my subsequent trips to that city, Norman and I continued to bump into each other from time to time, and would occasionally have another of those innocent dinners. This went on for several months, until one night Norman looked me in the eye and said, “You know, I’m very attracted to you, Joan, and if you weren’t a married woman I would do my best to get you into bed.”

Now I travel a lot on business, and I am not averse to a bit of hanky-panky now and then. In fact, I’m quite fond of it. I hadn’t considered Norman in that way, partly because the brusqueness of his first approach had put me off, and partly because I had never been with a black man before, or any man as large as he was. But now, after getting to know him, I felt different. And besides, I was horny.

“Norman,” I said to him, putting my hand on his, “I’ve become quite attracted to you too, and I’d really like you to come up to my room for some no-strings sex — as long as we both agree that that’s all it is.”

Norman was surprised but obviously overjoyed as he accompanied me up to my room. Once there, he was slowly undressing me in a matter of minutes. He was very tender, kissing every inch of my body as he stripped me to my tiny white panties before laying me in the center of the bed and pulling his own clothes off, down to his bulging boxers. He then slowly removed my panties and buried his face between my parted thighs.

His eager mouth and tongue soon brought me to a gut-twisting orgasm that left me breathless. Before I had fully recovered he was kneeling between my legs, nudging the blunt head of his cock into the slippery folds of my pussy. I held my breath as he eased nearly nine inches of extremely thick cock into my receptive cunt. After a brief pause to allow me to adjust to his considerable size, he began thrusting slowly in and out, soon bringing me to another gushing climax. Once again he held still, until I began to hunch my hips and beg him to continue, at which point he gave me about four minutes of intense fucking before groaning loudly as he came deep inside my quivering pussy.

He rolled off me then, his limp prick slithering smoothly out of me, and cuddled me close. We kissed tenderly, and then with more passion as I began to stroke his cock, which grew rapidly in my hand until it was as hard as before. His hands weren’t idle either; one of them played with my hard nipples, while the other lightly teased my pussy and aching clitoris.

After a minute I pushed myself up and swung a leg over him, straddling his body as I lined up his erection with my entrance, then slowly eased myself down, immersing his lovely cock in my creamy feminine folds.

I was soon moaning loudly, my head rolling wildly as I rode my dark-skinned stud up and down, his cock seeming to reach even more deeply inside me than before, at the same time stimulating my clitoris. Because of his previous orgasm he had great control, and I had two screaming climaxes before I literally fell off his body. I then found myself staring at that massive black pole at close range, and nothing in the world could have prevented me from taking it in my mouth. I gobbled as much of it as I could, licking and sucking it and reveling in the smooth velvety hardness, and the indescribable taste of it. I ended up tasting his semen as well, when he blew his wad down my throat, and I swallowed it eagerly, although much of it escaped and ran down my chin and onto my breasts.

After that Norman and I tried to arrange our travel schedules so we could continue meeting at least once a month for several hot steamy nights of sex. This went on for over a year, until I broke it off when he filed for divorce, and told me he wanted me to do the same, so we could be together all the time. Hey, I just wanted some extramarital sex, not a different husband! But I was ready for a change anyway, because I was starting to get tired of fucking him. I had other hookups in other cities, of course, but I prefer picking up strange cock to getting attached to one lover, no matter how good he is. I like variety, and after all, my screwing around, although unknown to my husband, has kept my marriage intact for over 20 years. So why change now?