Thinking back, I realize now how my life has changed since that business trip just three weeks ago. My husband was pleasantly surprised at my increased interest in our lovemaking when I returned, especially my eagerness to give him head. He joked that my extended trips away from home were tough on him, but if this was his reward he felt he could 'muster up the strength to deal with it.'
After a particularly energetic blowjob, he was surprised when I didn't remove his penis from my mouth when he came, but he was completely shocked when I swallowed all of his cum. I hadn't done that for him since we were dating more than 20 years ago.
But he also must have noticed how my emotions were running high and unpredictable these last few weeks. In contrast to my increased sexuality, sometimes I would be completely lost in my own head and just staring, deep in thought. At other times I would be on the verge of tears. Any small thing, like a sad commercial, could set me off. Although, I had never let him see my complete teary breakdowns.
I had so many conflicting emotions running through me lately, and it was all because of what happened on my last business trip. Let me explain.
I think about it constantly, the trip where I met Darrell, the handsome younger black man that gave me my first interracial sexual experience. It had been an unfulfilled desire in my life, and Darrell had been impressive. It wasn't just the size of his big, black cock, or his beautiful physical appearance and striking good looks, but also the way he gently accompanied me through my first experience.
Darrell wasn't just a one-night stand to me. We had initiated a strong bond that night, I was sure of that. But I wasn't sure what I was going to do next.
Our night together started off innocently enough at a dinner with a small group of employees from one of my large corporate clients. I visit this client often and I had been training this particular group for the last three days. I met Darrell on that trip and we really hit it off in the training sessions, but then we had really connected at my farewell dinner that last night.
Darrell was attentive, and he seemed very interested in me, which quickly drew me to him. My strong initial attraction, and the several drinks I had consumed that evening, led me to open up to Darrell. I eventually confided to him my secret attraction to black men and my curiosity about their natural endowments.
After much internal struggle with my guilt versus my increasing lust, we had ended up in my hotel room where Darrell had shared with me his gorgeous body and his beautiful long cock. Although I had initially vowed to only look and not touch that night, the desire that had dwelled in my heart for so many years grew into an unstoppable force. I devoured Darrell's big, black cock and he rewarded me with a mouthful of his warm cum, which I eagerly swallowed.
The thought of that moment from weeks earlier is why I later surprised my husband by doing the same for him. It was partly to assuage my guilt, but I was also trying to relive that wonderful moment with Darrell in my mind while satisfying my husband. It was good with my husband, but it could never live up to the excitement or intensity of that forbidden first moment with Darrell. And to be honest, my husband's very nice penis could not compete with the novelty, nor the magnitude, of Darrell's large black cock.
What followed, that night after I had held and tasted my first black cock, was still so fresh in my memory. After his orgasm into my mouth, Darrell was so pleased and satisfied he appeared to be glowing. He picked me up off my knees and held me tightly, with his naked body in my arms. Although I had just drained his cock, it was still impressively large as it pressed against me.
Darrell said, "I want to make you feel as good as I do. I want to taste you." He started to kiss me; my face, my neck, even my mouth. And then he started to undress me, slowly unfastening and taking off my blouse and then my bra. He brushed his fingertips around my breasts, lightly tickling my nipples. He ran his hands lightly down my torso and to the button of my slacks, which he expertly unfastened in one swift motion. Darrell gently peeled my slacks down as he bent lower and kissed my breasts and lightly sucked on my erect nipples.
I was now standing in front of him in just my lacy thong panties. Darrell moved down to his knees and kissed my stomach and hips and pelvis as his strong hands carefully pulled the wispy panties down to my feet and freed me of my last shred of clothing.
I was now fully exposed and vulnerable, but I felt no fear. The inhibitions and guilt that had wracked me earlier that evening were completely gone, at least for now. My lifelong dreams of just such a fantasy-like interracial encounter, and the intensity that we had already experienced had driven away all fears and inhibitions. I was ready to dive deeply into this moment and derive every pleasure I could, and to give back to Darrell that same pleasure.
Darrell was still on his knees, but his mouth was now kissing and probing around my neatly trimmed bush while his hands were caressing my legs, hips and buttocks. Darrell moved his hands to rub my inner thighs, and to gently coax my legs a little wider in anticipation of his next destination. I was happy to oblige and spread my feet apart wider.
Darrell's fingers moved up and began to gently trace across the areas around my vagina, with an occasional brush of his fingers across my engorged labia, which made me jump and quiver. Darrell soon moved in closer with his face and began to kiss me down there. I responded by spreading my stance even further to allow him to move in deeper between my thighs. Till then he had only been kissing my vagina and lightly brushing his lips across my labia, but then Darrell started to use his tongue to explore my pussy, with the occasional flick and suck at my clitoris.
