My affair with a beautiful black woman. (true)

This was the best sex I ever had and with the best-looking woman I was ever with.

To the readers who follow and enjoy my stories, and anyone who might be reading one of them for the first time, this one is a little different. It is probably well over 90% true as I remember what happened. I found one gif on a site that allows me to use their postings, and it reminded me of a relationship I had many years ago. I combined it with a second photo that reminded me of her, so there are only two with this story. You might want to scroll down and look at them first. They could help you get a mental picture while you read this little story. Thanks, PO469.
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Many years ago, when I was in my earliest thirties, I had a job that took me to L.A. once a month to a training session for new people and those who wanted to keep up to date.

I had been married from when I was twenty. I met my wife in college. She was a virgin. After a while she let me between her legs and learned that she really liked sex and loved me. She was three months pregnant when I left school and we married. I soon realized that I was not ready to settle down, having sex with just her and I occasionally found something on the side. It did not mean that I did not love my wife very much. She was wonderful and very loving, if not very adventurous in bed.

This was back when the internet was not what it is now. I found a very rudimentary website that had sex ads. I wrote an ad and paid to have it posted. I said that I would be in L.A. once a month and would like to meet a woman to spend time with when I was in town. I got one reply. She had to write a letter and send it to the webmaster with her payment and then they would forward any replies to me in the mail. Her letter came. I liked what she said and the photo that came with it. The photo was fully clothed, but I could see that she was attractive and had a great body. I was surprised that she was black. I wrote back and arranged for her to come see me when I was next in town.

There was a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it and there she was. She was even more attractive than in her picture. She was dressed to accentuate her figure. I invited her in. We spent a little time chatting. I was ready to start fucking. I leaned over and kissed her. Because of her race, her lips were bigger that any white girl I had kissed. They were soft and felt good. She happily returned my kiss.

Then she surprised me by saying that she did not want to seem too easy so she was not going to have sex with me that first night. I tried to change her mind but could not. She eventually did take her tits out and let me play with them. When I sucked her nipples, I thought she was going to come. She jumped up and said that she had to leave before she couldn’t. Again, I was unsuccessful in changing her mind. She gave me her phone number and she was gone.

I called her before my next trip, and she agreed to come to see me.

At nine that evening she arrived wearing very tight pink pedal pusher pants and a matching crop top tee-shirt that hung straight down from her hard nipples and ended at about the bottoms of her big firm breasts. I whistled and my hands immediately went up under her top. We kissed long and hard while I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I soon had her naked for the first time. Her body was a beautiful sight. In my mind she could have been a centerfold for Hustler or Playboy.

She did stay all night that time. We fucked and sucked several times. She did not just lay there. She was a very active sex partner. In the morning when I had to go to the meeting, she left. I told her when I would be back and she said that she would be waiting for me.

I booked the room for two nights instead of just one. She was waiting outside my door when I got there. That time we did more than fuck. We went out to dinner, spent time at the beach and enjoyed being with each other. I did not understand why she would be interested in a guy like me. I was sure that she could have about any man she wanted. She was a spectacular example of what a woman should be. I was just an average white man about six years older than her. I wasn’t rich and was not hung like a horse and I could not last for hours before dumping my load. I was not going to overthink it. I was just going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Our third time together was the one that made me write this story. If you looked at the gif, that was what happened that night with a couple differences. She said that she wanted to do something different. She hung onto the headboard for support and leverage, and of course she was black.

I was on my back and she lowered her pussy onto my face. She held the headboard and rocked her hips back and forth over my face in a fucking motion. My lips and tongue repeatedly rubbed over her snatch from clit to asshole. Then she had a massive orgasm. Her body trembled and she screamed out. She pressed her cunt tight against my mouth and a stream of liquid shot into my mouth. At first, I thought she was pissing in my mouth. Then I realized that it was girl cum. She was a squirter when she came hard. She filled my mouth and I swallowed. Then I licked the last little bit off of her cunt. She collapsed and fell onto the bed next to me, breathing hard. After a minute, we started kissing. She looked down and saw my cock standing at attention. She scooted down and took me in her mouth and emptied my balls down her throat.

Our forth time together was also great but without the face riding. This time as we rested, she said how she would love being married to me, how she like me as well as loved having sex with me. I calmly said that it could not and would not happen. I told her that she was beautiful and the very best in bed, but I really loved my wife and would never leave her. She pouted but accepted it.

We got together one more time and then a got a letter saying that she had a new job on the East Coast and would be leaving. She said that she loved being with me and would have married me if I had said yes but we would now sadly never see each other. The letter had a lipstick kiss print at the bottom. I did never see or hear from her again.

It was also true that I never left my loving wife and we did have a good and happy life together. A couple years after we were married, I did talk her into doing a little swinging and she did have a couple of friends with benefits till she lost interest in being with anyone but me. We were happily together for very many years until she passed away nine months ago from a medical problem.
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0326. PO469. If you want to see a full list of my other stories, click on my username link at the top of this story. Any photos with my stories are of people who are 18 or older. They were consensually taken and come from my friends or from a website that states that its purpose is sharing adult photos and gifs. Photo credit and thanks to imagefap.com and wetgif.com. If you claim copyright to any of these, and want it removed or credited, let me know.