Samantha's Story: Return to BBC

This is Samantha again. Dan and I have now been married about 25 years, we have 2 daughters, and we live in a beautiful suburban town. We live the "American Dream" but I recently started seeing a therapist to cope with my mental wellness. During my sessions, I began to share stories of my infidelities. It's been the first time I have spoken to anyone about my many discreet affairs. It's amazing to think how wholesome Dan still thinks I am when I think back at all of the times I have secretly cheated on him. My therapist is a middle aged 'plain Jane' type. I could tell that my shared experiences are a fascinating turn on for her, so I have not held back on the details. It also has inspired me to share some of my true stories on this platform. Here's my next story......

It was summer of 2010 and ten years since I cheated on Dan just before our wedding - it was with our very well-endowed black neighbor, and it ended after he and his BBC friend tag teamed me for an unforgettable night. You may find it hard to believe but I had since been faithful to Dan. That is not to say that I have not always fantasized about other men. I still had the big black dildo I had gotten at my bachelorette party and I used it regularly.

At the time, our daughters were 6 and 3. Dan made enough money that allowed me to be able to be a stay-at-home mom. I was about 20 pounds heavier but actually got attention from men more than ever, probably because my boobs had definitely gotten bigger after having kids.

In order to get out of the house and keep my sanity, I began working as a part-time bartender at a local golf course. I mainly worked golf outings. The customers were mostly white men of all ages that often flirted with me. Many of them just made harmless inappropriate comments that I would just laugh at, and I would benefit from the tips they gave.

One of the outings I worked, as golfers began migrating into the banquet area, I literally stopped in my tracks while carrying supplies to the bar. It was because of the sight of two super-hot black guys that unexpectedly walked in. When I caught eyes with them, I awkwardly gave each of them a blushing smile. I proceeded past them but couldn't help noticing one of them gaze at me as I passed by. I was able to hear him say "oh shit" to his friend.

The bar got busy quick and while serving drinks, I could sense many of the men checking me out. This wasn't new but it now included two golfers who were black, muscular, and very handsome. I was dressed in tight black pants and a white button down - not a flattering outfit but was still tight enough to show off my curves. The bar was steadily business during the cocktail and dinner time. I caught eyes with the black guys a couple times. I made an effort to ignore them while having obsessive thoughts of when I was once double teamed by my black neighbor and his black friend.

When things slowed up during raffle and awards, I was hanging out alone behind the bar. One of the black men approached the bar and requested two beers. He introduced himself as Will and asked for my name. He then said, "so Sam, I think my boy Dez is into you" as he pointed over to him.

I chuckled and asked, "is that so? well then why isn't he the one coming over to talk to me?" He laughed and said he would,

With a smile I replied by saying "no thanks, I'm married" and waved the rock on my finger.

Will then took his beers, laughed, and walked away saying "I'm sure he won't mind."

With the event winding down, I closed the bar and began to clean up. I was bent over to clean out the bottom of a cooler when I heard "god damn." I turned around and it was the other black guy enjoying the sight of my ass. He extended out his large hand and said, "hi Sam, I'm Dez, nice to meet you."

I gave a friendly smile when we shook hands but tried to show I was not interested. We had small talk while I continued to clean up. It eventually led to him asking for my phone number. I said I was sorry and raised up my wedding ring to let him know I was married.

Dez went on to say my husband was a very lucky man but that he still wanted my phone number. I continued to play hard to get but when he continued his pursuit, I had the bold confidence to say, while looking down at his crotch, "why would you want my number? You think I'm just going to discreetly meet up with you so you can have your way with me?"

He then grabbed his bulge and replied "damn, now I gotta get your number so I can take care of that sweet ass of yours!"

I laughed and replied by saying, "tempting, but sorry, not going to happen."

The dark sexy stranger then pulled out his wallet and took out his business card and placed it on the counter. Before he walked away, he smiled and said "my cell is on the card for when you change your mind, great to meet you Sam."

As he walked away, my stomach got flooded with butterflies. His business card showed he was a pharmaceutical rep for a company I was familiar with. I continued to finish cleaning up the bar. The proper thing to do would've been to throw out the card, but instead I put it in my pocket and began to think of sexual scenarios with Desmond Jones of Pfizer. When everyone cleared out and it was just me and a couple other workers wrapping things up, I impulsively sent a text to the number on card. It said, "nice to meet you but sorry, I am a married woman." I knew I shouldn't have sent it but part of me got a thrill out of it, to see how he would respond. Perhaps also help with my self-esteem and see how bad he really wanted me.

After I clocked out, I went to the bathroom before leaving. I sat on the toilet and opened my phone to see I had gotten a response. My heart raced as I open his text. It said, "I'm still here if you want some fun." A moment later, a pic popped up and holy fuck, it was a dick pic. I had never gotten one and this was not just any ordinary dick pic. In front of a steering wheel was a thick ginormous black cock. My hands shook as I held my phone and put an exclamation point over the pic. I then got off the toilet, washed my hands, looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself "don't do it you stupid slut." Another text came saying what car was his and where he was parked.

When I got to my SUV, I could see his car in the distance, parked in the far corner of the parking lot. It was a BMW with tinted windows. Instead of pulling out of the parking lot, I turned towards his car while saying to myself "you stupid bitch!" I then pulled up aside his car on the passenger side. He rolled down his window and said "come on in." I looked around to make sure no one could see me and quickly got into his passenger seat as he rolled back up his tinted window.

"I can't believe I'm doing this; my babysitter is expecting me home soon," I said nervously.

He said, "I'm glad you're here and that you liked what you saw. I have had my eyes on you all day." He pulled out his cock again and asked, "you ever had a cock like this before?"

Even though I had, I said "no, it's unbelievable!"

He then leaned over to kiss me. He wrapped his right arm around me, and he began to fondle my tits with his left hand. My heart continued to race as I wrapped my hand around his thick cock. I began jerking him off and felt it get hard. I then unbuttoned my shirt while he unzipped my pants. I slightly lifted up my ass so he could pull my tight pants down. He then proceeded to lift up my bra and suck on my exposed tits. They were a cup size bigger since the last time a black man sucked on my nipples.

He complimented my now d-cups, saying "you have great titties."

While sucking on my breasts, his left hand moved down under my panties. I was able to spread my legs open just far enough for him to dip his large fingers into my wet pussy. He grinded my clit with his fingers and in no time, I was telling him that I was cumming. I squeezed his huge hard cock with my left hand when I came. "I need you in my mouth" I said as I went down on him.

I proceeded to stretch my mouth around his thick round tip and with both hands began jerking him off. I licked his huge shaft up and down, spit on it the tip, and aggressively sucked his massive cock. "Oh yeah, suck that shit, damn!" he said as he moved his right hand down my ass. His big fingers met back up with my drenched pussy and fingered me to another orgasm. I took a breath and said, "holy shit, I'm cumming again!!!"

I then proceeded to suck his cock even more aggressively. A minute later, he squeezed the back of my hair as his warm cum filled my mouth. I sucked and swallowed it all down to make sure I tasted his full load. We then sat back in our car seats and exhaled.

Exhausted and exhilarated I wipe off my mouth and said "wow, you have an amazing cock and magical fingers."

While stuffing his huge cock back into his pants he said, "you are so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck you."

I began to put myself back together and said with a chuckle "you're too sweet," and asked him how old he was. He said he was 28 and I told him I was 34 and how it was my first time hooking up with a younger man.

He laughed and said, "well wait until you fuck a younger man with a black cock for the first time."

I chuckled again said "yeah" and after a pause said, "I'm looking forward to it too, but I really got to get home." I told him I would text him. We then kissed and hugged. I checked outside the car to make sure the coast was clear and jumped back into my SUV. We waved goodbye and I drove away.

On my drive home, I looked down at my hand on the wheel, twirled around my wedding ring and kept thinking of ways I could hook up with Desmond again. I laughed to myself and could feel that my panties were fully moist under my pants. When I got home, the babysitter was kind enough to stay longer so I could jump in the shower. I masturbated to the thoughts of Desmond while showering and then returned to my role as mom and wife of the year - LOL!

To be continued...