I could no longer deny my own lust as I marveled at his body, his broad chest, powerful arms, and muscular legs. He looked at me, asking if I had ever...had a black man…I did not answer him; but suddenly I felt a momentary bit of guilt about betraying my husband, giving my body to another man, but the slut in me ensured that it was only a momentary doubt. Smiling sexily at him, I reached behind me to unzip my skirt.Dropping my skirt, I got parading myself in just the stiletto heels and the pretty. I remember him being awkward then; not seeming to be comfortable in his skin, or something like that. But thirty years later, he seemed very comfortable with himself; the years had been very good to him.We talked a couple of other times after that, but mostly communication was through the social networking site. I noticed some of the comments to his posts referring to him as "Honey" and I found myself getting a little jealous. Then, when we would talk or chat on-line, he would sometimes refer. Brown were standing outside their home and awaiting the minicab to take them to the airport. Nervously Bobby was tapping his watch as if it had stopped and Angie smiled as she said, “Don’t worry the cab will be here and we will arrive in plenty of time!”Just then the large shape of a ford galaxy slowed to a halt at the foot of their driveway, a short of stature colored guy exited from the driver’s door and asked “Mr. & Mrs. Brown! Your taxi awaits!” Bobby turned to Angie and “whispered who. “There is nothing like the feel of a hard dick in my pussy fucking away. There is nothing like having a big black dick! Lover, I love the way you fuck my married white pussy, it is so delicious and she begged him to squeeze her nipples hard. She begged for more." The fucking of her cunt made her pant and scream out. She was dripping wet and continued to moan and pant loudly as she quivered in ecstasy. She was bucking uncontrollably now with continuous contracting spasms. He turned her.