About a year ago, on Valentine’s Day, my man set up a play date for me. It was awesome because it was about me. He had two very well hung black men work me over one at a time. As great as it was, the second man didn’t get the sex he deserved because I was wiped out by the first man, whose name was Byron.

Byron was a work of art. Five foot eight inches of solid dark chocolate, he had bulging muscles and a huge cock. A true catch for any woman. I am not sure why he was single.

I didn't really know him well, but for quite some time I wanted our paths to cross again.

I got an instant message on a website saying it was Byron, and asking that I verify myself. Of course, I was vague on the reply till I could verify that it really was Byron. After we were sure of each other, he told me that he really liked me and wanted to be my friend.

I couldn't resist but I asked for his discretion. My man liked Byron and Byron liked and respected my man. In spite of this, Byron kept telling me that out of the many women he meets offline or at parties, I never left his thoughts.

For months we chatted online and I have to admit, he had been an amazing lover. I told him it wasn't going to happen again unless I could convince my man to let it happen again. He tried, without any luck, to get dates for our swing parties since no single men are allowed at most parties we attend.

Byron always reminded me of our one night and knew I felt the same way. We relived it over and over, sending pictures back and forth. One time he got me off with a chat of what he had just done to another man’s wife while the husband watched.

Then I hit a dry spell. Lately, I wasn't getting any extra fun but I hadn't really done anything about it. One night I couldn't sleep and so I went online. Byron was there. We role played and chatted, both personal and sexual. I slipped and told him about my little first try at a gang bang.

He was shocked to find that my man didn't know. I felt guilty because I knew Byron wouldn't agree with my secrecy, and might tell my man because they were friends on a personal level.

Byron asked me if he would get the chance to have me again. In a heated chat I said “yes.” He wanted to plan a meeting because he didn't live close. I agreed to have sex with him again when I knew there was an opportunity, as long as he kept it between the two of us or at least from my man. He said he felt bad hiding it from my man, but he agreed.

A few weeks went by and I couldn't travel or see him but we continued to chat. I kept remembering his perfect body and his cock in me the last time. I remembered how it tuckered me out and made me sore for a day after.

He couldn't wait till his chance and he kept telling me that he was going to thoroughly fuck me. It was driving me wild thinking about it. Then an open door miraculously appeared. My man got free tickets to Monday night football. I immediately thought of Byron.

As soon as I could get on my phone I texted him and said, “How would you like to be the first man to have me in my own home?"

He asked, “When?”

I replied, “Monday.”

He answered, “It’s on.”

The next two days were filled with dirty texts about how he was going to ruin me and how good it’s going to be. He even told me to dress ready.

Monday came and work was dragging on all day. I couldn't stop thinking about the night to come. This wasn't just sex. This was much more than interracial sex. Oh no, this was in my own home which was risky. It didn't matter the color of his skin or the size of his cock, he knew what he was doing. Many men have had sex with me but not many have really fucked me. This would be much like you would see in a porn or a picture GIF and I couldn't wait.

I came home from the gym to see that the men were ready to leave for the game.

I told my man, “I may need some womanly fun tonight and may have somebody over.”

He laughed and said, “Have fun, but make sure its not a stranger.” Then he drove off.

I told Byron my man had left and he said, “I will be there in less than an hour."

It was now almost six pm. I took a shower, washing and shaving my entire body.

I put on my sexiest lingerie and made sure I was well made up. I put my robe on around my sexy lingerie and went downstairs to the play room to set up. I lit candles opened a bottle of wine and placed a few bottles of spring water near the bed. I was so horny, I lay on the bed and masturbated a little. I was ready.

A truck pulled into the drive way in the shroud of darkness. It was him. I opened the door before he got to it and saw me. I didn't want the neighbors to know so I rushed him in. He laughed and closed the door and we walked down stairs. He wasn't dressed up or anything.

I dropped my robe and he smiled, pulled me close, kissing me. Then he threw me on the bed. He grabbed my boob hard and said, “You want my black cock don't you?”

I mumbled, “Yes,” and he kissed me.

He asked where the bathroom was and I told him. I heard his footsteps and the sound of him peeing. As he returned, he was dropping clothing. By the time he got to the bed he was naked and his nine inch, large veined, uncut, monster came closer to me until it was up by my face. As he pinned me down, he slapped it on my face and tongue. He flogged it all over my face and told me to suck it and lick his balls. He groped me very hard and began fingering me at the same time. His roughness hurt but soon I was wet and accepted all of his fingers.

I hate to stereotype, but Byron never went down on me and that kind of bums me out. However, I had such a great time, I over looked his failure in this area.

He had my legs up on his shoulders when he first entered me and he showed me no mercy as he picked up pace and speed. I came and, when he realized I had, he flipped me over and entered me doggy style. While slapping my ass he took me from behind as hard as he could. He moaned and I could feel his semen fill me.

He fell on to me and laughed a little as he withdrew bringing a puddle of his load and my juices on to the bed. We lay there to catch our breath and shared water. We then turned on the game to see how long we had been fucking. It seemed like we had been at it for such a short time but it was late in the second quarter meaning we had been fucking for over an hour.

I played and kissed Byron’s limp cock till it was hard again. I sat right down on it and rode him hard both in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. He held my hips and told me to ride his black cock. I climbed off after I came and grabbed a bottle of lube. I put some on my hand, rubbed it down his shaft and then smeared some on my behind.

He looked shocked and was in the disbelief. He said, “This is going to hurt,” as he raised my hips into the air before him.

He had only done this once but he didn't hesitate. He lined it up and I could feel the hurt as his cock stretched its way in. He was going slowly. I told him to do it and he pushed through almost balls deep. I cried out in pain and he pulled out. I grabbed his cock and lined it up again. He made love to my ass for a few minutes till he really began fucking it hard.

I was moaning loudly and accepted the spanking I was getting at the same time. He then pulled out and told me to suck his cock. I did and he came all over my face and mouth as I licked and sucked it till he couldn't stand anymore.

He told me I was amazing. I asked him if he was done and he said he didn't think he could go again. We laughed and I played with his balls while he rubbed my body.

We watched the game end and he helped me clean up. We dressed and he left.

I had to shower again and take my Plan B. I was not going to get pregnant, that’s for sure. I remade the bed and made it look unused. I went to bed and was asleep when my man came home. The next day at work I got texts telling me I was the best.

Thank you Monday night football.