Samantha's Story: Online Hookups Ch. 01

It was 2013 and about 4 months since ending my 2+ year affair with my black lover. I gave Desmond his space to live his life with his future bride. Meanwhile, I continued to live my normal life as a 37-year-old white suburban housewife and mom. My 8- and 5-year-old daughters kept me busy, and I had a good marriage with my husband Dan. However, although I still lived a picture-perfect life, my mind often wandered to dirty thoughts and my secret obsession for black men.

Dan and I had a very active sex life, but I always craved more. There was a lustful void in my life. I was missing my regular hookups with Desmond and his black cock. It had been a harsh winter with a lot of cabin fever. Spring could not arrive any sooner. I was ready for some new beginnings.

While my kids were at school and my husband at work, I watched a lot of porn, masturbated constantly, and racked my head on figuring out ways to find another black lover. Whether I was out running errands or working out at the gym, I fantasized different scenarios. I discreetly always had my eye out but was not having any luck.

There was one time I met a tall dark-skinned Spanish man, probably early 30's who was working the front desk a Firestone when I needed to get my vehicle serviced. I didn't think much of him at first, but when he came over to talk to me to explain what action should be taken with my SUV, he was very smooth, and he had a very flirtatious way about him. My dirty thoughts distracted me, and I agreed to everything he suggested for my SUV. He said it would take about an hour and half, and he took down my cell to let me know when it was ready. To pass the time, I walked to a coffee shop nearby and began Googling him. I found him on Facebook and was turned on by the pics I found of him. I went back to the Firestone waiting area knowing my SUV wasn't ready yet. I found a spot where we can maybe catch views of one another. During the additional 45 minutes I waited, I tried to get his attention with the way I sat and smiled at him. At one point, when he glanced over, I even bent down to "fix" my shoe, hoping he'd catch a view of my cleavage. When the vehicle was done, he explained everything to me again with his flirtatious tone, but he might as well been speaking a foreign language. The whole time he spoke to me, I just wanted him to whip me into a Salsa dance and ravage me. I was hoping he caught on to my attraction to him but I was a terrible flirt. When I checked out, I hoped that maybe he kept my number for personal use. Unfortunately, it did not happen.

After my organic methods to find a new lover did not work out, I began to explore a variety of websites that advertised adult hook-ups. They all seemed the same - risky, illegitimate, and/or a scam. A couple months passed by when I came across a story of someone getting caught having an affair with a person they met on Craigslist.

During this time in 2013, Craigslist had a 'Casual Encounters' section where people can actually post a classified to meet a sex partner or partners. Once I went on the site, I immediately fell down a rabbit hole. I became obsessed looking thru the M4W (men 4 woman) and M4MW (men 4 married woman) links. With the ability to filter for "BBC" options, I looked thru every link within a 45-minute drive. It was amazing how many black men were seeking a woman like me for a casual sex. I eventually e-mailed with about a dozen BBC offerings before I came across one that appeared legit and promising.

The ad was of a well-endowed black man who was a 23-year-old grad student at a college that was about a half hour away from me. The pic he posted showed a thick beautiful cock hanging down a fit body. After e-mailing him, he explained how he lived in an apartment by himself where he can host, and how much he was into older women. After numerous e-mails, I gained some trust that he was who he said he was, and I shared some discreet pics of mine that showed off my curves but not my face. He expressed his interest in meeting me.

I agreed to meet Louis at a coffee shop near his campus, and it was far enough for me to not see anyone I knew. I coordinated it around dropping my kids off and with enough of a window to drive there, have a coffee, see where things go, and get back. I decided to dress casual sexy which for me was a pair of tight jeans, heels, and tight yellow top. At this time, my blonde hair was cut short about shoulder length. I was almost 38 and I looked damn good I have to admit.

When I got to the coffee shop, Louis was already there. We greeted each other with smiles and a shake of hands. He was about 6 feet, handsome, and in good shape. I could tell he was nervous and that it probably was his first time having this type of encounter. We chit-chat while waiting in line, and after he got our coffees, we sat down at a 2-person table in the corner of the charming coffee shop. After some casual conversing we dove into our reasons for being there. We both admitted to this being our first time attempting a Craigslist hook-up and that we were both nervous about it. I felt safe with him, and I found him to be goofy and adorable. It did not take long for us to break the ice and be comfortable with one another. It also did not take long for me to decide that I would not be heading back home without me cumming all over his cock.

With our coffees almost finished, it was almost as if he gained the courage to say, "you are so fucking hot, I'm glad I posted that ad on Craigslist." He then went on to ask, "I can't believe you agreed to meet me, have you ever been with a black man before?"

I was tempted to say that he would be my first black experience, like I did with Desmond, but with the 22-year less than confident Louis, I wanted to be the dominant one. I told him with a surge of casual confidence "Yes Dwayne, I have been with multiple black man." I looked around to shop to make sure no one can see or hear me. I then raised up my coffee cup to 'cheers' his cup, put my other hand over his crotch, and boldly said, "how about you show me that apartment of yours?"

Louis's eyes quickly widened with a smile and a laugh. "Well alright, my apartment is about a mile away. You can follow me there," he said as we stood up and headed to the door. We then each got in our vehicles, and I followed him through his college campus to an apartment building just off campus.

When we greeted each other again he asked me if I was sure I wanted to still join him. For me, there was no turning back at that point. I did not see anyone in the parking lot, and I reminded my myself that I was far enough from home that I would not see anyone I knew. I simply said, "let's go big boy."

We got into his apartment and was happy to see it was normal and clean. It was small but a perfect residence for a single student. I noticed some pictures of him and his family and a picture frame of him and a white girl. I asked who it was, and he said it was his ex-girlfriend. "Yeah, we broke up after she caught me cheating on her," he said. It was clear that he was very saddened by it. He went on to say it was with a college professor who was a lot older than him. For some reason, this made me hotter for him, and it also made me feel safer - not only for my personal safety but I also was very comfortable that he was disease free. Although I had some Magnum condoms in my purse, I decided that I would not make him use one. This was a relief because I enjoyed sex much more without a condom.

With Louis's back turned from me, he continued to look at the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend. I set my small purse down and wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against the middle of his back. He tried to turn around, but I held him tight so that he wouldn't. I proceeded to move my small hands up and down his hairless chest under his polo shirt. I then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered his zipper. I placed my small right hand down his boxers to grab hold of his thick cock. He tried to turn around again, and I did not allow him. I pressed my head into his back, squeezed his cock, and with my left hand, I scraped my diamond ring up his stomach. "Don't move until I tell you to and don't speak," I demanded. With the picture of him and his ex-girlfriend still in his sight, I was determined to make him forget about her (for at least that afternoon).

Once I felt Louis's cock harden, I pulled his pants and boxers down and told him to kick them off along with his sneakers. He obeyed my command, and I grazed my hands up along his legs and grabbed back hold of his cock. While I massaged his hardening cock, I told him to take his shirt off. With my head pressed against his black skinned back, my left hand held on to his chest while my right hand slowly jerked him off until I felt it get fully hard.

Once he got fully hard, I twisted him around by his cock and pulled his head down with my left hand to kiss me. He tried to put his arms around me, and I snapped "don't touch." I smiled and pulled his hard cock (along with him) toward his couch. "Now sit" I said with a gentle push.

Once he got seated on his couch naked, I removed my heels. "Now stroke that beautiful cock," I said as I lowered my jeans and removed them. "Now you can speak, and you better not cum before I do" I demanded.

"Oh fuck this is the best moment of my life," said Louis in amazement.

I then pull my tight shirt off over my head, threw it to the floor and tussled my hair.

When Louis commented on my nice tits, I decided to tease him a little bit more. Instead of removing my bra, I lowered my G-string first to reveal my bald pussy. I fondled my tits and told again "you better not cum!" I kept my left hand and my gleaming diamond ring over my bra and moved my right hand down to finger myself. I looked down on him, closed my eyes and said, "mmm, I'm so wet." I opened my eyes and abruptly blurted to him "you better not cum yet, just tell me how much you want me."

Louis proceeded to tell me how much he wanted me. He sounded more like a giddy boy than a man. He was very cute and the way he stroked his huge thick cock was so sexy. There was no wonder why that college professor got with him. The sight of him probably would have frightened me if it something I saw it when I was in college. Being close to the college campus, I began to see this encounter as something I was making up for. Ever since my first BBC encounter, I thought of all the black men I knew in college and the opportunities I probably could have had.

While enjoying the sight of Louis on his couch, I then unclipped my d-cup bra to reveal my natural breasts. They were not as perky as they once were, but over the years they had become larger.

I then walked to him and kneeled down in front of him. I grabbed hold of his thick cock, and I could not come close to wrapping my hands around it. I went down to lick and taste his pre-cum. I stretched my mouth around his tip and put in as much as I could. I sucked his cock with thoughts of just having him cum down my throat, but I was too excited to fuck him. While jerking him off with both hands, I looked at him and said, "tell me when you feel you're going to cum - but you better not cum until I say so."

He right away said he was ready, and I stood up and once again demanded him not to cum. I then told him to sit up and move next to the armrest. Once he did, I placed my left leg between his legs and lifted my right foot up on his armrest. I then grabbed the top of his head, pulled it toward my pussy, and said, "now shut up and pleasure me!" I held on to his head to keep my balance and admired seeing my diamond ring which was a sexy reminder of how much of a dirty married slut I was.

I then commanded "now grab my ass and flick your tongue faster. Find it! Find it! Find it! Yes, faster! Yes, you're making me cum!" With my juices covering his mouth, I then pushed him back and told him to sit back in the middle of the couch. I then straddled him and put my tits in his face to wipe off my juices on his face. Once I cleaned off his face with my tits, I began to kiss him and move his hands to brace my ass cheeks. I then eased myself down to feel his thick cock gently penetrate my wetness. I was so wet, it didn't take long for me to start riding him like a pro.

A minute later, he shouted, "fuck, I'm cumming! Can I cum?"

I responded "yes, cum in me but don't stop fucking me."

I kept riding his juicy cock after he came with a goal to get another organism. After another 2 minutes of grinding down into his thick manhood, I came again. I exclaimed "yes Louis! You're making me cum! Fuck!"

We each collapsed side by side on the couch, we caught our breath, and I said, "good boy." He confided that it was the best sex he had ever had. I have to admit that it gave me a sense of pride, and it made me feel young again. While sitting naked with Louis on his couch, I once again thought of the black guys I went to college with. I thought of one in particular - his name was Gayle, and he played football. I came across a memory of Gayle flirting with me once at a party, but I was too naive to realize he was hitting on me. In the moment, I began to pretend in my mind that Louis was Gayle. I closed my eyes and kissed Louis. The thoughts of Gayle while kissing Louis made me want another round.

Another about 20 minutes of us kissing and fooling around, I began to feel Louis' cock harden again. I gave Louis a look and said with a smile, "ah, it's nice to be 22." I then put my hands around his neck and pulled him down on top of me. I spread my legs around him, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled into me. "Yes! Keep fucking me!" I shouted.

Louis had more stamina the second round. After about 10 minutes fucking me missionary, I came and told him to flip me around. When he flipped me over to fuck me from behind, I continued to think of Gayle. I'm pretty sure I shouted, "yes Gayle!" a couple of times, not that I cared whether Louis noticed. When Louis was finally ready to come again, he pulled out and came all over back me. He was kind enough to clean it all off with a tissue.

After leaving Louis' apartment, I drove home with a new excitement. I thought about hooking up with Louis again, I thought of other men that I had the possibility of meeting online, and I thought of Gayle.

When I got home, my house was still empty. After a shower, I went back online. I noticed that Louis emailed me (still thru my secret email). I emailed him back to reciprocate how nice of an afternoon I had with him. We set up a day to meet again. The following week I met Louis at his apartment and had another enjoyable afternoon but that was the last time. We came close meeting again after that, but I found him to be a little too clingy and I began to get distracted with the other fish in the sea.

I continued to e-mail with other men I met through Craigslist and began to look up Gayle to see what his life was like.

To be continued...