When I invited John to go dancing, it was as a friend. I thought it would be fun to go out dancing at the club with a male friend, since my husband hates to dance.I could tell John was into me the moment we met. He is a handsome man, about six-feet-four-inches tall, with a muscular build and smooth dark skin; but being married, the thought of us hooking up didn’t even cross my mind. I shook my hips as John started grinding on me. I was so excited to be out on the dance floor, I didn’t mind that he was holding me by the hips as our bodies moved together with the music. “Shake that ass girl!” John shouted, as his hands slid from my hips down the sides of my thighs.I shook my ass as I pushed it against him. It wasn’t long before I felt a bulge starting to grow, filling the front of his pants. “Down boy! Remember, I’m married,” I said looking back at him with a smile. “Sorry, I can’t help it. That ass is so sexy!” he replied, backing away from me.As we continued to dance our bodies naturally found their way back together. Once again, I felt John’s bulge prodding into my backside. It was clear John wasn’t the least bit shy about the situation in his pants as he continued grinding me on the dance floor, pressing his hard-on against my ass with his hands on my hips. I tried to ignore it, but the feeling of his big hard dick pressing against my ass was making me wet. “You just can’t control yourself, can you?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him mischievously while backing my ass up into his crotch. “I tried but you are too damn sexy! And the way you move those hips and that ass make me wild!” he admitted, without hesitation. “You mean like this?” I moved my hips up and down making my ass bounce as it rubbed up and down against the front of his pants. “Yes! Keep moving your ass like that and you’re gonna feel just how hard you are making me right now!” he exclaimed. “Oh, yeah?” I replied, as if I wasn’t fully aware of my actions.Without wasting another second, I pushed back against his crotch once again. My pussy began to drip as I felt the massive bulge in John’s pants pressing into my ass. “Damn girl! You’re gonna get me in trouble!” John replied, holding my hips as he ground his dick against me. “Trouble? From whom?” I asked, as I continued grinding my ass against his massive bulge. “Your husband, I’m guessing. Wouldn’t he mind if he found out I was grinding my hard dick against your ass?” he asked. “Don’t worry about him?” I said, feeling a little naughty and very horny, as my pussy began to drip. “Are you for real?” he asked, not sure if I was messing with him or not. “My husband doesn’t have to know. Besides I love the way your hard dick feels when you press it into me, and I don’t want you to stop,” I admitted, feeling my wetness soak into my panties. “Oh wow! I wasn’t expecting this when you asked me out. I thought we were just friends,” he replied, surprised but clearly excited about how things were developing. “Just friends? You’ve been trying to dry hump me since the first minute we stepped onto the dance floor!” I replied. “True, but I didn’t expect you to react like this and certainly didn’t think you’d be so quick to dismiss your husband,” he continued. “This isn’t what I expected either, but once I felt that massive dick pressing into me everything changed. It’s hard to think of you as ‘just a friend’ when you make my pussy so wet,” I confessed. “Damn girl! You really want this dick, don’t you?” He asked, with a sly, confident smile on his face. “I want it so badly,” I whispered seductively into his ear.I couldn’t believe what I was saying! My husband would kill me if he heard a word of our conversation. The thought of cheating on him had never even crossed my mind until I Bostancı Escort felt John’s massive dick press against me. I had never felt anything so big in my life and I sure haven’t ever felt something that size inside me. Hopefully, that was about to change. “Haha, and just a few minutes ago you were all worried about how you were married and what your husband would think,” he laughed, as I turned around to dance with him face to face. “That was before I discovered the monster between your legs!” I said, as I slid my hand down the front of John’s pants, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric. “I want to be faithful to my husband but I’ve never had a dick this big and I don’t think I can pass up the chance,” I continued, massaging his long hard dick. “If I knew it was that easy to make you forget about your husband I would have pulled it out when we first met!” he joked. “Oh, my! I’m not sure how I would have reacted to that. Probably shock at first, then we’d be booking a hotel room so your dick and I could get better acquainted,” I said licking my lips as I slid my hand up and down his shaft. “What a slut!” he said, before he realized what came out of his mouth. “Shit I didn’t mean to…” “I’ll be a slut for your big black cock any day,” I replied, catching him in the middle of an apology. “Wow, ok then!” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Let’s get out of here,” I said, holding his hand, pulling him behind me as I made my way through the crowd to the exit.The second we reached my car John grabbed my ass with both hands lifting me onto the trunk. He leaned in kissing me deeply as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer.I slipped my hand down the front of his pants wrapping my hand around his cock. He moaned deeply as my hand slid up and down the shaft of his dick. We continued to kiss as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. With both hands wrapped around his thick black shaft, I started jerking him off as we made out. The feeling of his massive black dick in my hands turned me on so much I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. For a moment I considered fucking him right there in the parking lot. Just then I spotted a cop pull into the lot putting our fun on hold. A few moments later and John would have been inside me. We jumped into the car as quickly as we could and pulled out of the lot. “Where are we headed? I’d get a hotel room but I’m short on cash,” John said. “I don’t think charging a room to my husband’s credit card is a good idea either,” I replied, looking over at him. “Damn, I’m really trying to get into that pussy tonight!” He said, fearing his luck had run out. “Fuck it. We’ll go to my place. My husband is in bed by now,” I said, crossing my fingers. “What? Are you crazy?” John scoffed. “Where else are we going to go? He goes to bed early and is a real heavy sleeper.” I assured him, praying I was right. “Seriously?” he asked, unconvinced. “We’ll have the living room to ourselves. We can fuck right on the couch like horny teenagers in our parents’ house,” I said, with a devious smile on my face. “And if we hear him get up we’ll stop and act like we’re watching a movie,” I explained. “You are one crazy slut!” he laughed in disbelief, rubbing his still hard cock through his pants. “I’ll do anything to get fucked by that big black dick tonight,” I smiled, as my pussy continued to gush. “It sounds risky fucking you with your husband in the house, but if it’s my only chance to fuck then I’m down,” he said, clearly willing to face some serious drama just for some pussy. A few minutes later I turned into my neighborhood. I shut off the headlights as I pulled into the driveway so not to disturb my sleeping husband. Bostancı Escort Bayan John and I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. The lights were out and the door was locked making me feel confident that my husband was asleep in bed. We stepped inside and closed the door quietly. I led John down the hall towards the living room. As I switched on the light I spotted my husband asleep in his recliner. “Oh shit!” I gasped, covering my mouth. My heart skipped a beat in fear of getting caught bringing another man into our house. I held onto John’s arm pulling him back as I felt him turn to run. “Honey, is that you?” my husband called out, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, hun, just got back from dancing,” I replied nervously. “Who is that?” he asked, looking up at the man behind me. “Oh, this is John. He came out dancing with me tonight,” I said, trying to think up an excuse for bringing a man home so late at night. “Um, hey,” John waved awkwardly, not sure what was about to happen. “What is he doing here?” my husband asked, with a puzzled look on his face. “Umm, John’s ride left without him, so I offered to give him a ride,” I said, making it up as I went along. “And earlier he had told me he really wanted to see that new movie you were watching when I left, so I invited him over to watch it with me,” I added, to complete my story. “Whatever, the movie is still in the DVD player. I’m going to pick up some food, you guys hungry?” my husband asked. “Yes, I’m starving! Can you get me a sandwich from Little Italy?” I asked, not because I was hungry, but to buy John and I some time alone. The trip across town to Little Italy and back usually takes at least thirty minutes. “I’m already going to Palermo’s. Can I get you something from there?” he asked. “No! I really want my sandwich from Little Italy!” I insisted, knowing this was my only chance. “Ok, fine,” he sighed, giving up without much of a fight. “Thanks, hun. I’m going to run upstairs to change,” I said, trying to contain my excitement. “Be back soon,” he shouted from the other room, before closing the door behind him. Once upstairs I stripped down and looked for something to change into. Digging through my lingerie drawer I found a sexy black lace push up bra with matching panties. I quickly changed and grabbed an old t-shirt and long pajama pants to cover myself once my husband got back.’Shoes!’ I thought to myself, before heading to my closet. I spotted a pair of black patent leather heels that would be perfect for the occasion. I slipped them on and called down to John before heading back down to the living room. “Damn! You look sexy!” John exclaimed, when he saw me coming down the stairs. My tits bounced with each step I took, giving him quite a show. The bulge in his pants reappeared by the time I reached the couch sitting down next to him. “Now that we’re all alone…” I said trailing off, as I undid the buckle on his belt.He leaned in, kissing me deeply as I worked my way into his pants to wrap my hand around his dick. I pulled it out and slid my hand up and down the shaft of his ten-inch cock before taking him into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the head of his rod, sucking it gently as I swirled my tongue around the tip. “Suck that dick!” John moaned, raising his hips off the couch pushing his dick into my mouth. I sucked on the head of his dick with my hand wrapped the shaft as he pumped in and out of my mouth. “You like sucking my big black dick?” John asked, as he watched his cock disappear deeper into my mouth. “Mmmm yea!” I moaned, as he continued pumping his dick in and out of my mouth coating the shaft of his cock with saliva.I tightened my grip on his dick, Escort Bostancı stroking him up and down matching his pace. I felt him getting harder as I took him deeper into my mouth. “Get down on your knees!” he demanded. While keeping my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I continued to suck as I slid off the couch down to the floor. Once I was between his legs I pulled his dick from my mouth to get a closer look. The sight of his thick black cock glistening with saliva was incredible. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. “Oh my god, your dick is so big!” I exclaimed, looking up at him.I slid my hand down to the base of his shaft holding it like a meaty black nightstick. I looked up at him making eye contact as I swung his dick, smacking myself across the cheek as hard as I could. The sensation of such a massive dick smacking me across the face made my pussy tremble. “Put it in your mouth so I can fuck your throat,” John demanded.I took him into my mouth and started sucking him once again. He grabbed my head with both hands pushing me further down onto his cock as he began thrusting his hips pushing into the back of my throat. Having my entire mouth full of dick was an incredible sensation. I had never been so wet from giving head, and I couldn’t wait to feel John’s huge black dick inside me. “I hope your pussy is deeper than your throat!” John said, ramming his dick all the way down the back of my throat making me gag for air. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked up at him while stroking his cock. “Let’s find out!” I said sliding my hands up his chest and around his neck as I climbed on top of him. I felt the plump head of his massive cock slide between my inner thighs as I straddled him. John grabbed my ass with both hands squeezing tightly as he lifted me into position over his dick. His long fingers pulled the soaking wet lace panties to the side exposing my pink pussy for the first time. John slowly lowered me until the head of his dick slide between the lips of my soaking wet pussy. “Oh god! It’s so big!” I moaned, as I felt my pussy stretch around the plump head of his dick. I rode up and down on his dick taking more of him into my pussy with each bounce. “Fuck yes! Fuck my puss with your big black dick!” I screamed, as he pushed deep into my pussy. I started to cum as his massive black cock filled every inch of my pussy. “Oh, fuck yes! I’m cumming all over your dick!” I screamed, as I moved my hips back and forth keeping every inch of him in my pussy. I’ve never cum so hard in my life! “Fuck! A car just pulled up the driveway!” John said, pointing towards the window. I turned to look over my shoulder. “Shit! He’s back!” I shrieked in panic. I climbed from John’s lap and grabbed my pajamas, running into the other room to put them on. “I’m back!” my husband announced, as he entered the house. “I hope you two are behaving yourselves,” he added with a giggle. “Of course, we are hubby,” I said with a smile walking back to the couch sitting on the end opposite from John. “Come get your food from the kitchen!” my husband shouted, from the other room. “I’m not really hungry, can you put mine in the fridge?” I shouted back. I heard him mumble something under his breath out of frustration. “Why did you have me go all the way across town if you’re not going to eat?” he griped. “Sorry, hun!” I shouted, while sharing a look and silent giggle with John. My husband came back into the living room with his food and sat in the recliner against the wall. “So, what were you two doing while I was gone?” he asked. “I told you we were going to watch the movie,” I replied. “The DVD player isn’t even turned on,” he said, growing suspicious. “Oh, well we were waiting for you to get back.” “Sure, ok,” he scoffed. “Did you get a drink or eat anything while I was gone?” He questioned. “No, we didn’t do anything,” I replied, with a touch of attitude. “Because it looks like you spilled something. There is a big wet spot between your legs.” he pointed out.