"One more minute?" he pleaded.
"One more minute!" I replied.
He lay on his back and said, "You can have this last minute to do anything that you'd like to me."
This is where my "Perfect life" took another turn.
I pushed him onto his back and kneeled next to him. I returned the kiss that he had just given me. I loved tasting his saliva; I loved licking his tongue. His hand was on my cheek as I pulled his tee-shirt up and caressed his chest. His chest was smooth and muscular. The light reflected off of it like the moon on the sea. His nipples were almost as hard as mine were; his tummy was firm and toned. I ran my hand up and down his torso as I kissed him. He eased his hand inside the back of my thong. I raised myself onto my knees as I started to kiss his bare chest. My kisses turned into small licks. His skin tasted sweet like honey. I could smell his cologne as my tongue licked his hard nipples. Every couple of minutes, my lips would leave his body and connect to his mouth. His kisses were so sensual that I could spend hours just kissing him and enjoying his tongue.
I loved his hand on my ass; I loved how he was exploring my soft naked skin. It was exciting to have another man's hand on my flesh, not knowing where it would go or what it would do.
My hand reached the top of his shorts. I was excited, very excited, and hot. I knew what I wanted; I knew that I had to touch him.
I allowed my hand to travel south over the front of his shorts. I was rubbing his hard tool through the shorts; he was breathing heavily. His hand was rubbing the crack of my ass as my hand went down and caressed his balls. I wanted more. I wanted, no, I needed to see it! I needed to feel it in the flesh!
I was telling myself, "Kevin wouldn't mind; he was okay with Phillip touching my boobs earlier."
I tried to convince myself that it would be okay, but the devil on my shoulder had pushed me beyond temptation.
I slid my hand down the waistband of his shorts and underpants. I was touching the head of this black monster. It was wet, very wet, and hard. I started to pull his shorts down; he aided me by raising his butt off the floor a little. Within moments, I got my first look at his gorgeous black cock. It was massive, at least seven or eight inches long and as thick as a cucumber. The pinkish head glistened with his secreted juice; it looked wonderful.
He kicked his shorts off and quickly pulled his tee-shirt off. He was naked. He looked so sexy, hot and sexy.
"What are you doing?" I thought to myself, but that devil won again and forced me to continue.
I started to kiss his navel. I licked it and continued downwards. I got to the head of his cock, and I gently kissed it. I licked my lips and could taste him; it tasted delicious. I wanted more! I knew it was wrong, but I wanted more. His erect cock was resting on his tummy. I kissed down the shaft and back up again. I pushed my tongue out a little and licked his juice from the head of his amazing tool.
His finger touched my anus, and I let out a sigh. He rubbed his finger over my anus several times before he pulled his hand out and licked his finger. It returned to my ass hole, and he started to push his finger in my anus. I had never been touched there before. It felt wonderful. I was licking every drop of juice from his erection. I was licking a black cock, and I was in heaven.
He licked his finger again before trying to push it back in my anus. It hurt a little so, I moved to kneel in between his legs.
I wanted to lick his balls. I kissed and licked them before opening my mouth wide; I got his right ball in my mouth and sucked gently. I repeated the operation to his left ball. He sighed with pleasure. I looked up at his shaft and saw that it was leaking a lot of juice. I wanted more. I needed more! I licked up his shaft, paying special attention to the pinkish head of this beautiful specimen. I loved tasting him. I loved seeing the pleasure that my lips and mouth were giving him. I lifted his cock off of his tummy and opened my mouth. I took about four inches before I started to gag. I looked up at him; he was looking at me and smiling. I desperately wanted to please him as he had pleasured me for the past two hours. I frantically worked his tool with my hands while my mouth was sucking as hard as I could. His black cock tasted and looked delicious. This was the first black cock that I had ever seen in the flesh, and I wasn't disappointed. It was a fine specimen, shiny, hard, and very wet.
I was sucking a black cock while my husband was upstairs, sleeping off his hangover.
I knew that I had to stop, but I didn't want to!
"It's only a blow job," I thought, as I sucked hard, "it's not like he's fucking me."
I tried desperately to take more of his black monster in my mouth, but it was so big, bigger than anything I had ever had in my life. I licked it, kissed it, sucked it, I even bit it. My tongue traced every inch of his beautiful, hard, black cock and balls.
He writhed in ecstasy, and I knew that I was doing a good job.
He was getting close, so I worked even harder. He was groaning as I sucked feverishly. Suddenly, I felt his body tense up. I knew this was the moment. I prepared myself to receive his warm semen.
"Arghh," he shouted as the first wave of his thick, salty mixture hit the back of my throat.
It was followed by a second, then a third. I had to swallow after the fourth load shot in my mouth. He wasn't finished yet. A fifth, then a sixth load landed on my tongue. I could feel his cum running down my cheek as I took the remaining four spurts. Finally, his body relaxed; he was spent. I continued to suck and lick the final drops from his monster. I have never known anyone to cum as much as he did. His cum was thick and saltier than my husband's. It tasted delicious! I felt happy with the job that I had just done. I lay my head on his groin. I kept his penis in my mouth for a further five minutes; I needed to make sure that I had consumed every drop of his cum.
I witnessed it shrink as it went limp and soft. I carefully placed it back to rest on his tummy. Even limp, it was about five inches long.
The silence was broken when he asked me to kiss him. I moved up his body. His bare naked cock was sandwiched between his tummy and the front of my thong. His hands wrapped around my ass, we kissed deeply. He moved his hands down the back of my thong and started to gently rub my anus again.
"It's bedtime now," I whispered as I gave him another passionate kiss, "it's half past midnight.
I rolled off of him and stood up. My back was facing him at this point; my thong was over halfway down my cheeks. I turned my head to look at him. He was just lying on the floor, naked and smiling.
He looked so handsome as he lay there, naked and smiling. I went to pull my thong up, but his words stopped me.
"Before you pull them up," he said, "pull them down. I want to see that perfect little ass of yours."
Keeping my legs closed, I pulled my thong down to my knees. I turned my head again to look at him; he was on his knees. A moment later, I felt his hands on my cheeks; then I felt his face up against my butt, and he pulled my cheeks open a little. I gasped when I felt his tongue run over my anus! He opened my cheeks a little further. I felt his tongue push in my ass hole a little. I desperately wanted to open my legs and bend over. I wanted to give him and his tongue access to my aching and very wet pussy. There I was, a happily married woman, in my bra; my thong pulled down to my knees. A black man was licking my ass, and I told him that he had to stop! To my surprise, he did stop; he stood up. I felt his hands come around my front and onto my bra-covered boobs. He was semi-erect again, I knew because I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. He was kissing my neck, and I prayed that his hands would run down and touch my bare naked pussy.