Divine’s Desires

Many years ago I had an intense one night stand with a
gorgeous ebony male stripper. A girlfriend and I had
gone to see the Chippendale Review which was in town for
a few shows. I remember being captivated by this one
handsome black stripper and how, following the show, he
managed to get me to his hotel room for the best night
of sex of my life. He touched me in ways both externally
and internally that I have never experienced since.

My husband was unaware of my fling and I have never let
on over the years. Yet, since that one beautiful night
as a young wife I have had a constant desire and
fantasies to be ravished, yet again, by a black lover.

My window of opportunity opened several years ago when
my adult daughter privately revealed to me that she had
a black boyfriend. She wanted to keep this quiet from
her father, not knowing how he would react.

Her boyfriend was a few years older than her, an issue
that was of little concern to anyone. Not long after my
daughter told me of her boyfriend my husband had an out-
of-town business trip over a long holiday weekend. Since
this was an annual event, I just anticipated staying
home for a quiet holiday alone.

The first day after my husband left, my daughter
mentioned to me that she was planning a night out of
dancing with her boyfriend. She also mentioned that her
boyfriend had an older cousin if I might be up for a
night out. I loved to dance, and since my husband never
did, the invitation sounded like a great opportunity to
get out of the house and enjoy myself. I went out and
bought some sexy stockings and an outfit I could show
off on the dance floor.

The evening started with the boyfriend and his cousin
taking my daughter and I to a popular local restaurant
for dinner. Afterwards we went to a local dance
nightclub that emphasized old disco and high energy
music. The sparsely lit dance floor offered me a great
chance to hide my rusty dance techniques and to get to
know my ebony dance partner, Jerome. As he also had
chance to get to know me, Jerome became more engaging
and familiar with his dancing and relating to me.

It was wonderful as we moved to the rhythm and found
ourselves falling into sync with each other. I
especially remember one dance number where I was dancing
with my back to my partner when he sensuously bent over
and placed a tender light kiss on the back of my neck.
It sent an electric charge of excitement from my toes to
my head.

At that point I became acutely aware of my partner’s
every touch and stare. I could feel an attraction
growing which finally culminated in an evening-ending
slow dance. My dark dance partner pulled me close and
tight to him as our bodies moved to the music in unison.
As we slowly enjoyed our mutual embrace I could feel him
sliding his hand lower down to back in a way to press
our lower anatomy together. As he did, I could feel his
manhood growing and pressing against me. As he did, he
looked me straight in the eye and then planted the most
tender of kisses.

My already sensuous feelings were now close to erupting.
But, I had to restrain myself. I was a married woman and
was also in the company of my daughter.

When we left the nightclub the four of us rode together
in my daughter’s boyfriend’s car. Jerome and I rode in
the back seat. As we drove off, Jerome leaned over to me
and planted the most sensuous kiss on my lips that I
ever received. Reluctantly, I received his affection but
tried to restrain my response. As our lips remained
locked Jerome slowly increased his intensity, gradually
inserting his tongue in my mouth while holding my ever
more tightly.

Within moments we were passionately making out in the
back seat. My desires for Jerome started going wild when
I felt him reach my lap and begin caressing my inner
thighs. Without even thinking I was stroking his manhood
through his pants. I knew I had to stop but I was putty
in Jerome’s grasp.

The men asked my daughter and I back to the boyfriend’s
apartment to enjoy a little wine and music. I knew that
I was about to have a lot more than wine and music, but.

When we entered the apartment, Jerome couldn’t get
enough of me. His hands grabbed my ass as he directed me
toward the bedroom. By this time my daughter and her
boyfriend were in similar embrace. After closing the
bedroom door Jerome lit a single romantic candle that
would serve as our love beacon for the rest of the
night.

An experienced lover, Jerome took his time with me
making sure that I was an eager participant every step
of the way. As we undressed each other I found myself
eager to drop to my knees and orally please my man of
the evening. I remembered the growing feel of Jerome’s
cock on the dance floor as he pressed against me, but I
couldn’t believe how beautiful and hard it was until I
got it in my mouth.

With every sucking thrust of Jerome’s beautiful black
cock in my mouth I could feel an uncontrollable wetness
in my vagina. Suddenly, Jerome pulled me up and pushed
me on the bed. He wasted no time in returning the oral
pleasure to me that I had just performed on him. His
tongue and fingers probed my bottom as no man ever had
and within no time I could feel my body spasm into
orgasm.

All thoughts of being a married woman were long gone as
I experienced one pleasurable wave after another. I was
in such passion that I forgot to ask Jerome to use a
condom. As I writhed in desire Jerome slowly inserted
his beautiful black rod inside me. It was thick and hard
with many protruding veins on the shaft.

As he had been with the dancing earlier in the evening,
Jerome knew how to move in perfect rhythm with my body.
No man had ever felt so good inside me. I felt my second
orgasm and then a third within minutes of feeling Jerome
penetrate me. I was hooked as a black cock slut and I
was doing it as my daughter enjoyed her ebony lover in
the next room.

I knew that Jerome was about to own me. I had never
known such intensity and desire.