about a month before the wedding, an old boyfriend of mine found out that i was getting married. Ty was the only black man i had ever been with before. he still had my cell number, and called me up to offer his congratulations. i shouldn’t have, but i let him talk me into having a drink with him after work one day. we had a drink, and another drink, and started talking about old times. my pussy was getting wetter by the minute, and i could tell he knew it.

Ty was a photographer, and mentioned that he had recently won an award for his work. again, i shouldn’t have, but i let him talk me into going back to his apartment to see some of photographs. one thing led to another, he offered me a glass of wine, we kissed, he started rubbing my tits, and before i knew it, i was down on my knees with his cock in my mouth!

needless to say, Ty got inside my panties that night. he fucked me… and fucked me… and fucked me. i remembered how sex with Ty was always so rough and so nasty, and that night wasn’t any different. he kept talking about how much he had missed my “little white pussy”. he kept asking me if i had missed his “big nigga dick”. he was always so nasty that way. he also remembered how i go totally crazy when someone pinches and bites my nipples, something my husband has never done. but Ty remembered, and used it against me!!

when he started to ejaculate inside me, feeling his cock throbbing and feeling the hot rush of his semen spurting like that made me cum so hard i thought my clitty was gonna pop off! he kept thrusting into me the whole time he was cumming, and i came three times in a row, grabbing onto his buttocks the whole time, digging my nails into his skin.

when he pulled out, his semen literally poured out of me and soaked the sheets. i still remember the strong masculine smell of Ty’s cum. we rested for a bit, played in bed for a while, i started sucking his cock again, he was sucking in my nipples, we had another glass of wine, and then he flipped me over and took me anally. which was something else i remembered about him. Ty liked my pussy, but he LOVED my ass. he always wanted to fuck it!

in the weeks leading up to my wedding, we had sex five more times, including the night before my wedding. Ty wanted me to wear my wedding dress for him that night, but i just couldn’t quite bring myself to do that. that, i thought, was going just a little too far. looking back, i wish i had. but i did wear my white satin “bridal” panties for him that night, which i let him take off before he fucked me one last time. he wanted to keep them as a momento, but i wanted to wear them for my hubby on our wedding night. which i did. my hubby, of course, had no idea!

it was a deliciously naughty way to say “goodbye” to one of the best cocks i had ever experienced. i still miss that big beautiful cock of his sometimes.

incredible as it may seem, i’ve remained faithful to my husband ever since, but i do have to admit that i often think about having sex with other men. actually, all the time. i frequently masterbate to the fantasy of being a black man’s bitch, to be locked in a room and used for sex, like it was when i dated Ty. he didn’t actually lock me in a room… he didn’t have to… but during the time we were together, almost a year, he fucked me every night. he had one of those incredible cocks that stayed rock hard even after he had cum. there were nights when he’d fuck me three or four times, until i just about passed out!

which is very different then “married life” with my hubby, when sex twice a week is a good week, and he’s only good for one cum. my hubby is actually a very good lover, very caring and always orally attentive to my clitty, but he does have a rather small penis compared to most of my previous lovers, especially Ty, which has always been a little disappointing. going from having a nine inch black cock every night to having a four inch white penis once or twice a week is a dramatic change, but like one of my girlfriends says, you can’t have everything in life, right?

anyway, reading your blog always gets me excited about the idea of having sex with other men. there’s a sexy young black man that goes to my health club that i would spread my legs for anytime he wanted me to. he looks a lot like Ty, tall and muscular, with that “bad boy” look to him. something about him tells me that he’d be incredible in bed. i fantasize about him dragging me by the hair into the locker room one day and making me suck his cock!

i so wish my hubby was the kind of man who was interested in the “hotwife lifestyle”. i would give anything. i’ve just always been scared about broaching the subject with him. not quite sure how to do that. i don’t think he would take it well.

he has no idea about most of my past sexual experiences. no idea how many men i’ve been with. no idea about my MFM threesome experiences. no idea about the night i was taken to a “glory hole”, ordered down to my knees, and told to start sucking. no idea that i dated a black man for about a year before him. i think he would actually kind of freak out about some of these things if he ever found out.

if it ever worked out somehow, i would so love to be a “hotwife” for him. the idea of being able to openly have sex with a variety of different men, and my husband knowing about it, and accepting it, and even encouraging it, is such an incredible turn on for me. i dream about that happening some day. until then, i just read your blog… and fantasize…