People outside of certain lifestyles are often surprised how the Internet helps things move forward. There are websites and groups and organizations for any type of hobby, activity or functionality in the world. There is more sex on the Internet than anything else by a large margin. So why are people surprised when those two things match?

There are apps that help you cheat, have a fling, find a threesome. There are websites that lead you to swingers clubs, BDSM, and other delightful kinks.

That in mind, we expect there to be an app for women who indulge in the “queen of spades” lifestyle and the beauty of BBC.

Diana is what is known as a hot wife. With permission from her husband, she has sexual liaisons with other men. Often of his choosing, and always with his knowledge. To the couple, it is not cheating, but rather enhancing what they already have.

Diana’s husband, Kyle, has been in on everything since she began. And after several websites, groups, and clubs, they happened upon a surprisingly user-friendly app for married white women who like to have sex with black men.

BOLD is made up of two groups of people. Female members, most commonly, mature, white women, who pay multiple levels of membership to be assured of three things: safety, health, and really good, no-strings sex.

The other half, of course, is made up of the viral and sexy black men that provide sexual services. Because it is a mutually agreed-upon liaison where no money is exchanged, this is not prostitution. It is consensual swinging, mutually agreed upon, hot, wonderful sex.

When Diana is in the mood for a date with someone new, not one of her regular “bulls”, her husband goes about looking for a good candidate on the app. There are many that he has already vetted.

Do they like his wife’s “type”? (55, brunette, C cup breasts, wicked mouth) Are they good at specific skills: cunnilingus, anal sex, flying fucks? (A favorite of his wife).

Once he creates a list of possibilities, he will ensure that each one of them is currently certified and cleared. By site and lifestyle standards, both bulls and queens must have a recent health test within the last seven days that was administered by a qualified, medical professional. It is extremely rare that anyone, member or bull, would ever transmit any type of virus. They all take it way too seriously and understand the legal ramifications should they lie.

Currently, Diana has three favorite men that she likes to liaison with. They all live within an hour of her and know how to be discreet. They are well-versed in just how she likes to be treated. All encounters are called “dates”. They will go to dinner, they will go dancing, and will always end up somewhere beautiful and posh where they can spend the night, maybe even the next day, making love, fucking, having amazing sex.

Of the three, Scott is definitely her favorite. 6 foot 2, thirty-one-years-old and extremely fit. He makes her laugh, he makes her feel safe, and most of all, he makes sure to make her cum.

She has feelings, of course she does. She’s admitted them to her husband. She’s admitted them to Scott. Is it love? Well…in a certain way it is. She likes to call it a deep affection and mutual respect. Her commitment to Kyle and this lifestyle means that she will never compromise their marriage.

Every aspect of this lifestyle, her dates, self-esteem, and her marriage, all rely on complete trust and genuine affection. She has often said to her friend Michelle, "The fuck is always better if you like the cock owner.”

***

Diana ran her fingers over Kyle’s shoulders as he typed away at his desk in their home office. He moaned softly, appreciating the massage. He was currently looking through a half a dozen profiles of all new candidates. He had narrowed it down to the six out of twenty. And of course, he wanted her opinion.

“Well, this guy, Tad 73, is quite hung as you can see from the pictures,—“

(The bulls were not required to show themselves erect; oftentimes girth and size were already impressive even soft.)

“— but he has a low rating on his oral skills. Now number 47, David, this guy looks like a really great candidate. The member reviews give him 4.9 stars.”

Diana moved around and sat on her husband’s left knee. He held her tight, and she leaned into his body while reading the screen. This process, this life, this gift they have given each other was precious and unique. She always wished other members had it as good as they did at home. Besides, she knew that Kyle had two women that he saw regularly and she was totally fine with that extramarital experience.

Same rules: safe, clean, no chance of it breaking them up.

Currently, their deal was Monday to Thursday, she was home being a wife. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, she could be anywhere with any one of her lovers. The couple trusted the app, they trusted the process. They both knew that when she left the house she would probably not contact him until she was coming home. But if Kyle needed it, she would regularly check in with her husband.

“I like his eyes. He looks…sweet yet mysterious.”

Kyle laughed and kissed her cheek. “You just read the member review at the bottom, you goofball.”

Diana rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his chest. “So! I just happen to agree with it. Set it up for this weekend.”

She kissed him fully on the lips with some passionate tongue. The excitement of this new lover, and his quite impressive lower appendage, made her very aroused.

“Just hurry up,” she whispered lustfully in his ear. “I need you like…ten minutes ago.”

One more scorching kiss and she slid off him and headed towards the bedroom. He shook his head and laughed.

She knew he would have to finish the date offer.

He knew she would wait.

They both knew the sex would be spectacular tonight.

***

In the lifestyle, a sexy vocabulary provides its own sexual jargon. Certain things are acceptable within the context of the dates and sex.

The men love calling themselves bulls or even studs. And if the woman was exceptionally good, like Diana, they would often be called a Queen of Spades. While that has a racial slur within it, no one thinks of it that way. The spade symbol is an easy identifier, and nearly every woman Diana has ever spoken to, wears the title with pride. These black men do treat them like queens. And for the time that they are together, no one else matters to him.

Besides many wonderful hotels in her area, Diana knew of several places in California, Las Vegas, and Florida, that provided safe space for sexual lifestyles like hers.

Her favorite, however, was “Accommodations Resort” on a beautiful stretch of beach on the Pacific coast of Mexico. Within its protected and posh confines, nearly every sexual lifestyle was welcome. Clothing was optional in certain areas, especially the beach and pool. Regular parties and events were planned on a weekly basis. There were two fantastic restaurants, two different bars, and an exclusive nightclub with fabulous dancing.

Diana was currently a platinum member: the same suite, the same champagne, the same impeccable service every time. What wasn’t always the same was who she would bring; or in some cases, who she might meet there. There were a couple of her bulls who did not live close to home, but she had met them at the resort and had had wonderful first time sex. She would often hold her plans or even change them should she discover that one of her favorites would be there at a certain time.

Diana‘s economic status and professional flexibility allowed her to head down there a few times a year. She knew she was blessed. She knew not everyone had the means nor the marriage. And she never took either for granted.

For this five day excursion, Michelle was going with what they jokingly called “an open dance card.” She would see who she might meet on the premises, men or women. Yes, these friends were both bisexual and had spent many hours both together, and with others. In fact, they were each other’s camera operator; taking pictures and videos, archiving the splendor of BBC sex.

Diana was going to meet a man from Texas that she had met over a year ago at a New Year’s Eve event. The woman he was with had chosen to go with two other guys for the evening and he was left without a date. Diana fell for him as soon as she saw his smiling eyes. Once he explained his availability, she invited him back to her suite. Now, even though she was meeting a bull named Oliver there in just a few hours, she was going to squeeze in a quickie with this delightful twenty-seven-year-old black Adonis named Charles. They had great first time sex and his cock was one of the best she’d ever seen. How could that stupid woman give him up, even if it was just for one night?

That is the way of the resort; and lifestyle, for that matter. The commitment was the moment. Yet, one never broke a date unless they had spoken ahead of time about keeping the night “open.“

From then on, anytime Charles and Diana could work out their schedules, they met at Accommodations. And yes, they knew right away that their names fit together in the craziest reference. Those who would see them together would often call them “Royal Highnesses.”

This would be their sixth time having a rendezvous at the resort and Diana was wet the entire plane ride down there.

At the airport, she and Michelle stepped into the luxury SUV limo that the resort provided as transport. Inside were glasses of champagne, fresh fruit, and one huge surprise. Charles was already there, looking sexy as fuck in an open blue shirt and long shorts. A pair of colorful sandals finished his look. Diana was delighted. She had purchased them for him the last time they had met.

“I couldn’t wait - tipped the driver to let me tag along for the pickup.”

Diana let out a girly squeal and dove into his arms for a scorching wet kiss. When she pulled back, she sheepishly looked over her shoulder at Michelle.

Her blonde friend had a ridiculous smirk on her face and gently shook her head. “Don’t hold back on my account. And I mean that sincerely.”

Diana raised an eyebrow and handed her gf her travel purse. Within the confines of the car, she straddled his lap and ground her already throbbing sex into his growing excitement.

“Fuck, baby. You are the queen,” he moaned as they began to kiss once again.

“Damn right.”

He took hold of her torso at her rib cage, making sure his large thumbs pressed into the sides of her breasts that were nearly pouring out of the tank top she had on. Diana wished she was wearing one of her short, hot skirts or dresses rather than the traveling, loose linen pants she was currently grinding against her favorite cock.

The fire started in her belly and spread through most of her core. The throb that had initiated this bold move was now a flood that was nearly ready to burst the dam.

“You gorgeous black fucker!”

There is no admonishment in such an admission. This lifestyle fully established that dirty talk was not only acceptable, but recommended. References to white and black and brown and young and old were all part of the mystique. Many of her lovers called her a slut, even a bitch. There was even one who called her a “married white whore,” and it almost always made her cum harder. It was just part of the entire give-and-take, the exploration, the journey.

Charles was partial to “Fuck Queen.”

“Fuck, baby,” she gasped, “I don’t think I can wait until we get there.”

Charles had her fine fit ass in his hands and was squeezing while he worked her pants down her cheeks. His enormous cock was just starting to poke out the top of his loose trousers. Diana could feel its wetness against her own. Yes, no way she could wait.

“Sorry, ‘Chelle,” she called over her shoulder at her best friend while she reached down and freed both of them. His enormous length slid easily into her soaking wet, love tunnel. The fullness of him, the sheer girth and massive presence, filled her, as well as it enveloped her.

She let out most of her air as she finally reached the bottom. There was no cock like it on earth. There was nothing that could compare when that fat head hit her cervix. She felt like this was what she had been waiting her entire life to be. This Queen, this fucker, this white slut.

Moving into an easy lift and drop, the orgasm she had been holding since takeoff was hurrying for the exit. She gripped his shoulders tighter as he helped the fuck by gripping her waist. His long fingers could touch in back, making her feel used and wanted, as well as safe.

“Cumming!” she yelped with ragged breath as her entire body shook. Charles beamed with a wicked smile and held tight as this incredible woman shook and spasmed all over his thick cock.

“Annnghh!!” croaked the other female voice in the limousine as a furiously frigging Michelle came on her left hand.

As Diana crashed down literally and orgasmically, she waited for the amazing pulse of his thickness filling her up with what would be the premier of several performances over the next three days.

But it didn’t come.

Or rather, he didn’t cum.

Instead, the strong arms of Charles lifted her up with a wet noise and set her carefully on the seat next to him. Her legs were frozen open, as if she was in shock by the abrupt ending.

Her lover had an even more wicked smile.

“Not yet my fuck queen. I have plans for you tonight….mm mm mm.” He was playful as well as wonderfully sexy.

She managed to slowly close her legs as she tried to sit up. Gently shaking her head, her beautiful brown hair rippled. With a nasty smile in return, she poked his chest with her red-nailed finger. “Do not make promises you cannot keep.”

She then fell onto him in a deep kiss as the two of them laughed into each other. She couldn’t help but reach down and stroke his wet miracle of nature.

***

Her suite was perfect as always. They knew just what to do to make her happy and feel comfortable. As with much of the furniture throughout the resort, the couches were extra deep with long ends and soft pillows. Anyone can have sex on a bed, not everyone can perform well on a regular couch. It was as if the furniture was the fluffer in an adult movie.

Diana settled in with a shower and a methodical process of hair and makeup. She chose to wear an LBD tonight. Charles always liked those. Most women would wear some type of thin lingerie to assist with chest support. Diana wasn’t most women.

At dinner, Charles kissed her hand as he led her to their favorite table. The servers knew them both and also were in on the fun with calling them “The Royal Highnesses.” Favorite wine and shared delicacies were part of the foreplay. Her naked foot sliding up his leg was equally expected. As were his large fingers gliding up and down her thigh, getting just close enough, but not making contact with her needy sex.

“Ohhh baby, you are killing me tonight. First the car ride and then all this? Do you want me to explode when I finally cum?”

He smiled and used his finger to remove a tiny bit of crème fraîche on her bottom lip from their delicious dessert. Licking cream off his finger was a familiar act. “Not at all, my fuck queen. I just want the first one to be the opening act of an incredible night of fuck magic.”

She shook her head and gently smacked his chest. They both laughed at the corniness.

There have been times when she has dragged him or one of her other bulls with speed and determination back to her suite. Sometimes even removing clothing in the hallway, which unsurprisingly was not frowned upon. Tonight she played her own version of delay by purposely walking in front of him, swaying her hypnotic hips as she crossed her heels strutting towards the room. His little moan and whistle gave her the desired reaction.

When the door closed, he was in charge. She was his delicious fuck queen.

Within moments, he had her pushed face-first against the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands nearly ripping off her designer French panties. She gasped as he unzipped the dress and she let it fall forward, her delicious breasts cascading out and pressing against the glass. She couldn’t hear a zipper over her own moans as he bit, licked, and kissed her neck and upper back. She was going to be taken, and she could not be happier.

“Pleeeease…!” she hissed out as her forehead touched the glass. She was a live wire, a bomb ready to detonate, an earthquake whose tremors signalled an interruption of seismic proportion.

He delivered with the fat knob of his cock and pierced her thoroughly. The coupling anchored her to the moment and to his ownership. She was his, no way to deny it.

“Fuck, Di! Soooo ready!”

“Fuck me! Please baby! Take your slut and make her—“

Just at that moment, he pulled back and slammed in hard.

“screeEEEEAM!”

The orgasm raced through her body, as if it was a building fire trying to find an escape route. She shook, she quivered. She screamed again as he hammered home with two more thrusts, his full balls bouncing off of her.

“That's it, Fuck Queen! Cum on that cock!”

She has had so many wonderful black-induced orgasms over the last decade. It was not a myth: these men knew how to fuck. They wouldn’t be members if they didn’t know how to change a mature, white woman into a begging heap of sexual desire.

Charles immediately grabbed her hips and started quickly driving for efficiency, not finesse. Another orgasm crashed through her, and she almost fell, her palms flat against the window. With the way their bodies were lit, she was sure passing guests could see them. She actually hoped they could. One of the other wonderful things about this exclusive and beautiful place was the lack of modesty and the presence of exhibitionist confidence.

He wasn’t slowing down. And she was all about it.

He reached forward with his large, left hand and clasped her left breast. She moved her hand from the window and grabbed hold of his, pushing his fingertips in deeper encouraging him to squeeze harder. She was almost at a loss for words, a fourth orgasm, boiling, clawing to the surface, needing to be born.

“Ohhh gahhhddd!” she wailed as his relentless pounding took her to a new level. The slap of his pelvis against her ass was a familiar sound that was Pavlovian in its ability to rip away any inhibitions.

She had a moment where she wished the black dress wasn’t bunched around her waist, but it passed very quickly as she felt him slow just slightly. He was ready and she couldn’t wait.

She pleaded, “Give me your black seed!” at the precise moment when he shouted, “I’m breeding your hot, white cunt!”

The pulses of the thickness of his member were more than enough to trigger her own spasms. The epic blasts of semen splashing her cervix were beautifully familiar, but not the main joy of the event. It was him, her lover, the best cock she ever had. These were not just physiological reactions. These were not just body spasms. These were emotional and relationally explosive moments. Charles was a magnificent lover: attentive, controlling, giving, perfect.

They stood panting, her right cheek flat against the glass, leaving a small vapor mark as she breathed. His right hand held her up, pressing her nipples into the cool surface, reminding her who she belonged to for the next few days. As if she really needed to be told.

***

Now in just her heels and her QOS anklet, Diana was on her knees next to the couch; Charles languidly lounging. She was working her wet hands up and down his shaft of shafts. After the first fuck by the window, they had some time to small talk about their personal lives. The whole time they were kissing and holding each other. These bulls were lovers, not just fucks.

The night was very young. In fact, on more than one occasion the two of them had seen in the dawn while still chasing sexual Nirvana.

She ran her tongue up and down his length, coating as much as she could. One hand slid to his very large, fully-loaded balls. His record was six in one night. She knew he would easily resupply should she want more.

She took the large head between her lips, sucking while swirling her tongue. She had many techniques she had learned in order to take a size like his comfortably into her mouth. In the earlier days, her jaw would ache which she found strangely fascinating. Tonight, adrenaline pumped through her, lust fueled her blood, and passion charged her movements. The cock was saliva-wet, and pre-cum lubricated. It nearly made her orgasm just to be performing the messy act.

“Yes, slut, worship that big black cock.”

Due to five inches of him in her mouth, all she could do to respond was hum, sending sweet vibrations through his body.

Sometimes she enjoyed the pressure of large hands on her head, holding her steady while her throat was used like her pussy. Gagging and wet saliva made both of them a mess.

Sometimes she liked a firm pressure, a soft guidance of sorts, a gesture of commiseration of the act.

And sometimes, like now, she liked to take charge; actually worship his cock as he requested. As many of them often requested. To take it past the blow job and into the realm of devotion.

Deepthroat intakes accompanied wet slurping. When she needed to breathe, she would pull off completely, allowing her hands to stroke faster, and with more purpose. His large testicles fit in her mouth, but only one at a time. She could feel their biological imperative filling his sac. A big load was coming and she was hungry for every drop.

As his breath began to come in faster rhythm, he was arching up off the couch as if trying to fuck her throat more deeply.

She had reached one of her favorite places: blissful surrender to this life she had fully embraced; not dissimilar to sub space she had read about some bondage submissives reaching.

Faster movement kicked in as if on autopilot. Worship moved to a specific goal, magnetically pulling her towards a release for both. His familiar grunting arrived, and she knew it was time. One hand slid underneath him and across his perineum to swirl around his asshole. She knew this was the trigger point and she loved it. Her fingernails grazing along the edges of his star sent sensations all the way to his head and back.

“Fuuuuck!” he grunted as he lifted up six inches, taking her with him as his body surrendered.

Some people describe ejaculation as pulsing. Some describe it as shooting. Still others like to say blast.

Tonight, Charles gushed down Diana’s throat. The amount was remarkable, considering they had already fucked at the window. It felt like one throbbing flow into her body. She swallowed as quickly as she could pulling back so she could taste it on her tongue. She could do it all without leaving any loss, but she also knew that Charles, like many of her BBC, liked her to look messy.

Feeling it was just about complete, she pulled off and allowed one last spirit to splash her nose and cheek. Her lover fell back to the couch, panting, completely satisfied.

Licks and kisses followed as cleanup as she gently caressed this massive manhood that deserves so much of her infatuation.

She climbed up his body and lay atop him. She made a show of using her beautifully manicured fingers to wipe the remains of his spend off of her face and lick it off.

Through half-lidded eyes, he smiled in triumph. Another beautiful white queen conquered by his seed.

Diana allowed her body to relax, feeling the incredible sensation of his still recovering muscles warm her and comfort her.

His arms wrapped around, and she sighed in contentment. Her pussy was in need of him and soon. She had purposely laid her wet lips across his partially deflated wonder. And she knew that it would find its home deep inside of her.

To be continued

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Love wins,

Matt and Diana