September 14, 2013
Here’s another diary update from horny UK hotwife Modesty Ablaze. You can check her out and say hi on Hotwife Hub too - Profile Here
Living out Hubby’s fantasy with Lover 36
Ever since we started our Open Lifestyle it has always been one of Hubby’s fantasies that I take a Black Lover. But for me a person’s race, religion, or the colour of their skin, has never ever been a factor in determining whether I wanted to “indulge” in a fun relationship with someone. I’m fussy, and I have to talk with someone for quite some time first of all. And we always insist on meeting someone socially for drinks before we ever agree to taking things further.
So, although we have played with people from quite a wide variety of nationalities, I’d never met anyone either through our normal “vanilla” lives (where I have actually met several of my lovers), or in our swinging-clubs meets, that fulfilled Hubby’s fantasy. Until, that is…
I receive loads and loads of emails through my web-site, and on-line swinging sites etc., and 99 per cent of them are immediately consigned to the waste-basket. (Please guys NO MORE cock-pictures. They are a real TURN-OFF) But one message several months ago caught my eye. No there was no picture, no silly over-the-top statements, just a pleasant note and nice compliments about my website and Hotwife Hub profile. I decided to visit his own profile and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was sensible and well-written and made no brash boasts, but simply listed his likes and dislikes and his experiences and expectations. I replied and after an exchange of messages over the next few days, and an exchange of face pictures (he sent us his, and I sent him both mine, and Hubby’s) we then swapped mobile numbers. It is of course true to say that Hubby’s interest was suddenly raised on seeing that this man seemed to fit his fantasy to a T.
But we always insist on chatting on the telephone before deciding on whether or not we might meet “socially for just a drink and a chat, with no promises”. He sounded as interesting and sincere on the telephone as he had in his emails and so we agreed we would all meet at a pub downtown after work during the week in order to get to know each other a little better.
He was every bit as charming in person as he had sounded on the telephone. Strikingly handsome in his suit and tie and perfectly mannered and so easy to talk with. Conversation just flowed so easily with Hubby and himself finding common interests in sport and work. It was over 30 minutes before we even got round to talking about our sexual experiences and likes and, as Hubby puts it, “the rules of engagement”. We said our goodbyes, agreeing to book a hotel room for the following week.
And, after that night one week later, I’m not sure the hotel would have us back, but it certainly fulfilled every aspect of Hubby’s fantasy!
We’d showered before No.36 arrived, so I just lounged on the bed in my robe whilst Hubby went down to the lobby to bring him in. After exchanging kisses and sipping at the wine we had poured for him, he excused himself to shower.
Hubby says my gasp was audible when he emerged from the bathroom with just his towel wrapped around him. His muscular body was simply gorgeous and seemed to almost glow against the white of the towel as he walked over and sat down onto the bed. We embraced and I immediately felt myself swooning as his arms stroked mine and his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth. My robe, and his towel, seemed to fall away of their own accord as we twisted back and forth in our embrace. I was loving the feeling of his silky satin-smooth skin as I rubbed my hands down over his shoulders and back. He lay backwards as I sat up to slide my hands down over his chest. My eyes were closed as we continued our kissing so I couldn’t see him, but I suddenly felt my wrist slide against his hardness. I gasped as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. I had to pull away from our embrace to look down at the magnificent cock straining against my gripping hand. It looked so much bigger in the flesh, so much thicker! And so shiny, so hard. I moved down the bed to slide my mouth over him. God it felt thick, and so warm. I began to gag as he pushed up to meet my sucking. I had to pull back and flick my tongue around it’s head and then down it’s length. I was sucking and gasping at the same time as I felt his fingers curling under my bum and starting to slide in and out of my pussy. I heard the clicking of Hubby’s camera and opened my eyes to glance up at him standing at the foot of the bed, his own erection straight and hard.
36 lifted me up and lay me onto my back. I felt his cock slapping against my thigh as he leant forward to kiss me and then slide his lips down over my nipples. I spread my legs as he knelt between them, his fingers twirling over my lips and then his tongue sliding down over my stomach to find my clit. I was soaking already. I knew I was and began squirming more as he whispered “you taste so sweet”.
He lifted my legs up and spread them wider and then I felt him pushing into me. God I could feel it, thick and filling me up as he gently began to stroke. I locked my ankles around his neck and thrust back against him as his pushing began to increase in rhythm and pace. I knew I was groaning (Hubby says screaming out!) as he began to slowly quicken the pace, and the depth, of his thrusts. “Oh, fucking hell, fucking hell, fuck me, yes fuck me” is apparently what I was crying out over and over. Suddenly I was realising Hubby’s fantasy and living it, and loving it.
We fucked for an hour. With him pounding me with unbelievable force and passion, and then slowing as I came. Turning me over on my side to spoon-fuck me from behind. Then lifting me up on my knees to fuck me to another orgasm. Then letting me down again, rolling over onto his back and lifting me up astride him, both of us gasping and moaning as I sat down on that thickness. And me crying out again as he pumped up into me, holding me against him with his hands on my hips, or reaching up to squash my nipples against the palms of his hands. I rode him until I had to stop, he rolled me over onto my back and then slid into me again. Kneeling between my legs and fucking into me slowly and gently. Then slowly getting faster and faster, pounding me into the bed with such force that Hubby said afterwards he was worried that the bed seemed to be jumping up and down on the floorboards and that my screams of delight and orgasm could probably be heard downstairs in the lobby several floors below.
He came with wonderful surges but, surprisingly, quiet moans and gasps. But I loved it! I loved knowing this wonderfully fit younger man had given me one of the most amazing poundings of my life and was coming in me with my arms and legs wrapped and cradled around him.
Thank you to No.36 for such an amazing and eventful evening and thank you to Hotwife Hub for bringing us together. We’ve all agreed we will be doing it all over again, even if we have to find a new venue.