Mrs. Black’s Confession
A hotwife's true story regarding her secret fling with her husband's best friend.
This confession occurred four years ago.
My husband, Richard, had a work associate and friend from out of town named Daryle that he had known for years. At the time, I knew Daryle by name only; we had never met. He was coming to town on a Saturday for an event with some of my husband's clients. My husband invited him to come over so they could hang out and he could meet the family. Richard mentioned that Daryle had wanted to meet me for quite some time because he had seen my photos on Richard’s desk and loved complimenting my looks. Richard mentioned that Daryle had a thing for busty blondes, so he’s bound to like me; Richard never could have realized how much he did.
His drive to our place was a smooth one and he arrived an hour early. It was a nice warm day, and I prepared dinner while clad in cut-off jeans and a skimpy halter top; it was skimpier because of the size of my tits. I had planned to change into something more conservative before meeting him.
Richard walked Daryle into the kitchen, and his eyes seemed to widen as they fixated on my chest. The reaction didn’t bother me; I’ve had plenty of those before and had long gotten used to them. I was blessed with enormous boobs even as a teenager that got even bigger after I began having children. I have been accosted by numerous black men, one of who once mentioned that I’ve got what’s called “The Look.” That meant that I’ve got the outline of a submissive slut.
Daryle greeted me and I apologized for my attire, explaining that I had planned to change before he arrived. He insisted that I didn't have to change a thing in a very polite way.
“Don’t be ridiculous Denise,” he said. “You look very fine. There is no need to be formal with me;besides, it's your home.”
Daryle drove that point home several times. My husband had gotten us all a drink and several glasses later, I forgot about changing my outfit.
We had wine with dinner, and more after dinner. I was feeling very festive and I put on some music while our conversation flowed. Minutes later, I felt like dancing by myself. Daryle inquired if he could join in; Richard didn’t appear to mind. We were all bubbling from the load of wine and I guessed it didn’t matter at the time.
Richard looked worn out from the alcohol and was unbothered about Daryle applying his hands to my arms at first, and then later progressing to my tits; I was too caught up in the moment to care.Richard looked half asleep and wasn’t paying any attention. I turned to back to his friend who wasted no time grinding his pelvis against me.
Daryle kept looking for any opportunity to feel his hand upon my tits. My nipples were hard as pennies, and before I realized what was going on, he’d already slipped his hands under my top. Richard had passed out on the sofa. It was just me and Daryle who then relieved me of my halter top. We started kissing, open mouth tongue exploring kisses; His hard-on pressed against my abdomen.
After a while, I needed to catch my breath and went to sit on a couch across from Richard’s sleeping form. Daryle came and stood in front of me and dropped his pants. His cock was thick andbeautiful with a mushroom sized gorgeous head. I wasn’t thinking as I grabbed it with both hands and brought it to my mouth while his pants fell to his ankles. I sucked and slobbered over his beautiful black cock; it was way bigger than my husband’s. Daryle stood akimbo like many black men have done with me before, knowing they have encountered a white slut who knows how to give excellent blowjob. He laid his hand on my head, guiding me back and forth while eagerly face-fucking me like I was some common street whore instead of his friend's wife.
The music was up loud enough that I don't think my husband even twitched.
I could tell that Daryle was used to women sucking his cock; he never once appeared to be in a hurry to stop me, even though I feared Richard might awaken any minute. He kept talking seductively to me, telling me to keep sucking his dick like the nasty slut I was. I applied every trick in my arsenal to make him cum fast. His cock was pulsating in my mouth, and he suddenly pulled back and shot a huge load of cum on my face.
His cum covered my entire face that I could barely see, yet I continued to suck his cock, attempting to milk every last drop his balls had to offer. When I was done, being a gentleman, Daryle handed me my halter top to soak the remaining cum off of my face.
I went with him to the guest room. He told me that I was a good wife who had been well trained to serve men like him. He mentioned that the instant Richard showed him my photo, he knew instantly that I was a whore, a submissive slut for black cock.
We were no more upstairs when I heard Richard calling my name, right when Daryle was servicing me with his huge cock. We had to stop and then hurried back into my clothes and hurried to the living room to assist Richard upstairs to our bedroom. I later said goodnight to Daryle and thanked him for the fun.
Morning came, and I planned a breakfast menu that I did not have all the ingredients for. That was my excuse to enjoy some quality time with Daryle without Richard being wiser.
I sent Richard to purchase some items at the nearby local market before going to check on Daryle. I knocked on his door, and he open it naked. I sank to my knees and resumed sucking his cock like I had done last night. It was a refreshing repeat performance, and I wasn’t tipsy this time. Daryle came in my mouth like last time, and I jerked his cock steadily to get him hard again. He fell on the bed and I was busy riding him when suddenly there was a tap on the door, and I saw Richard standing there watching us. He wasn’t angry but rather upset that I’d kept things secret from him. He returned downstairs to make the breakfast while Daryle continued to fuck uninterrupted.
That was the start of our relationship.
I have more to tell regarding my relationship with Daryle. Let me know if you’d like to hear more.
P.S. This is a true story told to me by one of my esteem followers named Mrs. Black. Nothing fictional.
Thank you Master Shango for telling my story so eloquently and thank you for using the picture of me in my leopard print dress. I am pleased that you decided to show that I really am a big breasted blonde wife, not a fictional character. I would be happy to provide another picture for the next part of this adventure. Again, thank you for sharing my story. I don't have any social media sites at this time, only my e-mail if you want to add that. mrsd.black@yahoo.com
Richard sounds like he may have been well aware of his friend's intensions. Wonder if he'd protested before agreeing to let his friend have his way with his wife, or if he'd been the one who suggested it?