Diane wasn’t always this fit. She also wasn’t always this horny. The last fifteen years of her life had seen a turnaround in both aspects of herself. And now, with the children grown and out of the house, the daily routine between her and her husband had changed dramatically.

Di had become a respected physical therapist as well as a fitness instructor. She hadn’t just lost weight. She had toned everything she owned. Her bum was tighter, her long legs were trimmer, and her slim waist made her feel like twenty-one again. The byproducts of these improvements were often cravings! Her body began to tell her things it needed. Certain foods, certain exercises, and now… Certain sex.

Lately, during masturbation and pillow talk sessions with her husband, Rick, she confessed desires and needs previously unexplored. He was very good at talking her through them. They had purchased toys, flavored lubrications, and new and sexy lingerie sets to manifest some of this new fantasy energy. He loved to watch her pleasure herself to explosive climaxes while describing positions, exotic partners, and even three-partner scenarios. He often recorded her on his mobile while she writhed about in near nothing, imagining herself doing various and dirty things. Proper dirty….

A fantasy that repeatedly surfaced for the two of them had been her taking on a big black cock.

“Oooh, I want a big black cock,” she breathed one night as she rolled about on the couch. Candles were lit in the background, soft music playing, and her fingers pushing in and out of her wet cunt; her other hand, pulling on her nipples. “So hard and so warm! I want to feel it in my fingers and have it push inside of my wet and needy pussy.”

Rick goaded her. “Where do you want his cum, love?”

“DEEP! Of fuuuck…I am so horny for it…”

She wanted BBC and she wanted it badly. And not just any, a young, virile twenty-something who desired an older, mature woman to satisfy. Di would imagine this young stud picking her up at the pub and taking her home to be used all night.

“He doesn’t care that my married pussy is yours, it belongs to him for the night. And he will fill it over and over againnngghh!” it was in that moment that a massive orgasm rolled through her body.

(Rick often unnecessarily mentioned to her that she always came harder when she would talk about this fantasy.)

But despite her most powerful orgasms, it remained just so: a fantasy, a speculation, a wonder…

***

Rick had a good workmate named Matt. He was an affable, divorced guy around 60 years old, slightly older than Rick and Di.

They had had him round a few times, including once for Sunday roast when their children could not make it. Diane liked his free and easy spirit. He was also a ridiculous flirt; very dangerous with a bit of wine in her.

One after dinner she rose from the settee and inadvertently, or purposefully, opened her legs. She revealed that underneath her soft dress she was not wearing any knickers. By the way he reacted Rick knew that Matt liked what he saw and was a bit rattled by it.

Rick patted his friend on the shoulder. “Don’t sweat, mate. I know my wife is quite hot. Feel free to take another look-see.”

Matt smiled, and Diane slammed her legs shut. “You best watch that talk, hubby. Or this shop’ll be shuttered for quite a while!”

The three laughed and finished the wine before calling it a night. Later in bed, Diane admitted that the wine spurred her on and that she enjoyed arousing Matt. Rick joked, “Then perhaps you’d like a free pass with him someday?”

Diane did not laugh and Rick looked puzzled. She turned to her husband, kissing him deeply. “Let’s not joke about such things unless it’s not a joke…”

Rick smiled and gave a small shrug. “Worth the odd thought now and again, don’t you think, love?”

The two of them had a glorious fuck, imagining his friend watching them from the chair next to the bed. And then Di spreading to offer him sloppy seconds. It was quite an erotic scene. Diane came three times before Rick unloaded.

The next day at work was a bit awkward, but Matt and Rick had a good laugh. That lunch, Rick confided in Matt that his wife was quite the horny lass, and her work as a Physio and fitness instructor made her libido bubble up all day long. “It’s the sweaty bodies…” he whispered. She had many fantasies lately and Rick admitted that he could not fulfill them.

Matt smiled and commiserated, saying, “At our age, it is often a challenge to keep up with our women as they mature and hit their sexual peak.” He then asked the golden question.

“Have you ever thought of getting a young stud to satisfy her? You say you both fantasize about it, and that’s what she thinks about at work; why not give it to her?”

***

Rick thought about it for a few days then decided to finally make it happen. After dinner one night while watching something on the telly, he said inadvertently, “I have a surprise for you. Friday night. I want you to meet me at the pub at 7 o’clock. Dress sexy. Don’t ask anything; you’ll just have to trust me.”

Her curiosity was indeed peaked, but she knew to trust him. She would trust him in all things.

They agreed to meet up at the pub rather than going together as was common. At seven, an unsuspecting yet titillated Diane walked in, her short blonde curls bounced with each step. She was barely wearing a short silver and thin black strapped dress that made her long legs look longer, and her sweet B-cup breasts pushed up. Their creamy round tops caught the dim lights of the advert signs. She had on her tallest, shiny black heels. Her makeup was done with just the right amount of allure.

She looked around for Rick who was back behind a large group trying to stay unseen and just observe. She walked towards the bar and asked the landlord for a glass of wine. She sat and pulled out her phone prepared to text her husband when a deep voice behind her asked, “Pardon, this stool open?”

Diane was prepared to be polite and tell the stranger she was waiting for her husband, but when she looked up and saw a young six-foot-three fit black man with a shining smile, her mouth went dry, and her voice choked. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, gently. “Erm, of course not, all yours.”

“Cheers,” he smiled as he sat.

He ordered himself a trendy brew of some sort. Diane was captivated by the look of him. If her fantasy could be 3-D printed, it would be this young man. She could not help but survey his manscape. She glanced down at his trousers, hoping there was a treasure inside. She had to cough when a lovely bulge confirmed the stereotype.

A bit rattled, she took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. Unfortunately, the mirror behind the bar allowed him to smile at her fluster.

He decided to make the move. “Elias, thank you for letting me sit next to such a beautiful woman…?”

“Oh, um, Diane- Di, no worries.”

Diane flushed a bit and her pussy clenched slightly. She turned her head, and he was raising his glass in a toast. They clinked and Diane felt her hand trembling slightly. She thought to herself, ‘Rick better get here soon, or I might do something I will not regret but would shock us!’

As she went to flirt with this fine specimen of humanity, her phone pinged. Rick's text was simple: You are welcome; enjoy your BBC.

She whispered softly, “What…?” She texted back, “Are you absolutely certain? This is mad.”

You look ravishingly sexy, my love. The house is yours… I want. to hear all about it

She put a hand to her mouth when she read the second text. Again, she thought the whisper was only for her. “Oh my God, is he having a laugh?”

“Excuse me?” Elias inquired.

“Oh, sorry, love, just my husband. He’s being… Well… late.” She took a large pull of wine-flavored courage. “All joy though, his loss. Now I can have a drink with a charming, and may I say, sexy young man.”

She turned the flirt on by patting his arm, and he chuckled slightly.

The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks and three glasses later she was now caressing the arm of an athletic trainer and amateur rugby player. Her work as a Physio connected with him immediately and they shared shop talk as well as fun stories of silly clients. Her knee was pressed firmly against his very muscular thigh and her right breast, now firmly sat in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, I’m feeling abandoned this evening! Turns out hubby is stuck at work. May I be so bold, my fine new friend, to ask you to escort me home? Just round the corner,” she added the next in a ridiculously posh voice, “yet I fear I may stumble because of my state. I will need someone to take care of me.”

The lusty fire in her eyes and her wicked smile let the young man know exactly what she meant. Elias smiled. Did she know this was exactly the way the night had been planned? That this is what Rick had asked him to do when he responded to a notification online?

“I would be honored, shall we?”

The short walk to their flat was nearly silent, this poor young man, she thought, had no idea she knew she was being set up. She did not care. She gripped his amazingly thick bicep and leaned closer with each step. Once keys had been put in the lock, she opened the door, and they stepped inside. She set down her clutch, her heart hammering, her nipples screaming.

Di turned to offer him a seat and a drink, but he was way ahead of her. His massive arms wrapped around her, and he bent low for a deep, wet tongue-filled kiss. If she had any inhibitions left, they ran for the hills and took her moral compass with them.

She was going to fuck this man. There was no question about it.

She was hoping to pull him back towards the couch, but he had a different agenda. His massive hands gripped right underneath her bum and lifted her off the floor. She squealed in delight as she wrapped her legs around his fit waist and ground her now swamp-like sex into what could only be the biggest cock she had ever experienced.

Kisses and bites and gropes began to reveal flesh for both of them. She felt bad for the tiniest moment as buttons were ripped off his very nice dress shirt. She giggled at the delight when his mouth trailed down her collarbone and nearly ripped off the front of her dress, diving in to pull out a stiff nipple. He fell back onto the couch, her straddling his lap, and he lifted the light dress up and off.

He paused as she finished removing his shirt. She looked puzzled and had a moment of fear.

He calmed it immediately by whistling low. “Holy fuck Diane, you are incredibly hot.”

It was all he needed to say. She had hoped that her sexy bra would just melt away, but she deftly unclipped and tossed it to the side as his hands gripped her bum, fully encompassing it with the massive spread of his fingers.

Their kissing was open-mouthed, aggressive, and nearly violent as they traded control, sucking the other’s tongue and biting lips. Her hands were kneading his incredible pecs.

“Fuck me dead,” she gasped into his shoulder. “You are perfect…”

Elias supported a beautiful tattoo on his shoulder, stretching across part of his left chest. It was of a lion’s head done in classical Celtic style art. She ran her fingers along the edges and kissed and licked the outline. It reminded her of a banner that hung in one of the union lodges when she was growing up in Ireland.

She had wanted to taste black skin so badly and this was a fun little adventurous way to get it sorted. He hummed low and she felt the growl deep in his belly as she began to slowly grind on him.

The oral trail and slow hip pushes brought her close to what she hoped would be the first of many fantastic orgasms.

Her breath was already catching, and she tilted her head back as Elias’ mouth took in the entirety of her left breast. His tongue flicked back and forth across the nipple, sending shock waves down below. Like a depth charge fired from a battleship, the explosion ripped through her body. It gripped her muscles and nerves in what could only be described as the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.

“OHHH, FUUUCK!! Yesss!!” She shook, and her voice disappeared then resurfaced as a low growl. “Arrr fuuurrrckkk…!”

She looked down at her new lover through half-lidded eyes. His satisfied smile was electric.

“That was a proper cum, wasn’t it?” he inquired. “Let’s see if we can get a few more of those going.”

With minimal effort, he stood up without letting her go. He had a moment where his eyebrows raised, asking which way, and Diane pointed to the hallway. He walked with deep strides towards her marital bed, her arms wrapped around his head, scratching and pulling on his neck and short braided hair as she continued to pepper his face and neck with hot wet tongue-filled kiss.

He then unceremoniously dropped her on the bed and she bounced. She giggled at the ridiculousness of it, but then immediately stopped breathing. This gorgeous giant of a human being had unbuckled his trousers and dropped them to the floor. His ridiculously unfit-for-task boxers followed.

And there it was.

It was long, black and brown, and throbbing to his heart rhythm. Easily ten inches (she would have to verify later). Sweet Jesus, it was as wide as her forearm. There was a beautiful pair of brown-black testicles heavily hanging below. Not one single hair appeared anywhere on the lower half of his body.

She turned herself over and crawled back towards the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, and he smiled, his hands behind his back, at military at ease. Her hands gripped this gorgeous, brown-black freak of nature, and she gasped at the heat emanating from it. With two hands, she began to stroke and was delighted to immediately be rewarded with a sweet white drop of pre-cum. It appeared slightly amber in the glow of the electric candles that Rick obviously had placed around the room while she was out meeting this demigod. (There was a thought of her husband’s whereabouts that disappeared as quickly as it arrived.) Her tongue did not hesitate, and she licked it off. Her moan was genuine; the taste really was phenomenal.

“That’s it, Di. Give it a proper taste. Lick ‘round that top. Don’t forget the bit under the ridge.”

Diane smiled and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of her tongue following his orders. His spongey head was so big and so delicious, like a brown Pippen apple. He moaned, and his hips pushed slightly.

She moaned back, a hand slipping down to rub her aching clit! This is what it meant to properly take her fantasy in her own hands.

She gathered as much saliva as she could, and pushed it out of her mouth as she descended. It worked perfectly, and she was able to wetly corkscrew her hands around the shaft and towards the base. No longer able to stay still, his hands gripped her head and began to slowly push in and out as she hollowed her cheeks. This truly was a glorious thing to take into her mouth; she only wished she could take more.

His intent was to accommodate that desire as much as he could. With several thick deep pumps, he pushed more of his shaft into her mouth and she gagged. It was not a horrible thing and she was able to adjust her throat to take it the next time he pushed in.

At nearly seven inches, Rick was no slouch in the cock department. Gagging her was one of his recent favorite raunchy occurrences. Yet after two or three of Elias’ plunges, Di realized this could not continue much longer if she was meant to breathe. Being in excellent shape, she was able to push back from his formidable strength and pop off. She gasped, saliva and spit dripping down her chin onto her very excited over-heated breasts. She stared up at him first in shock and then in pure delight.

“I think it’s time for you to give my face a proper shagging don’t you?”

He chuckled and gripped her head tighter. “Yes, Ma’rm!” he drawled as he pushed back in. This time she was still able to take nearly half. But he went into a more rapid thrust, and all she could do was grab hold of his firm hips as he pushed in and out. It was as if he was trying to breed her throat.

She did her best to open up even more space. The thrusting was intense, the lack of air was causing her head to spin slightly. The wine she had taken in earlier was not helping in the matter yet she could not stop herself. She massaged his impressive hairless bullocks. She needed his “black” cum. She needed it, shooting into her mouth and down her throat.

As if reading her mind, he grunted loudly and pushed in even further than he had before and held her tight. She felt the sprays of his semen, coating the back of her throat and sliding down into her stomach. He was smart enough to release her so she could pull back and take two, then three shots into her mouth. Swirling her tongue about and swallowing as quickly as she possibly could. His last couple of shots hit her chin and nose as he raggedly sighed with the last blast of his offering.

Swallowing, gasping, and licking, she looked up at him, completely lost in thoughts of what might come next. This really was happening. After all these years, all these fantasies, and everything she and Rick had talked about.

“My God, that was stunning to watch!”

Thinking she would be surprised, Rick stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face

She turned and smiled and gave a ridiculously dramatic wink. “Why thank you, my darling. He was quite delicious. But we’re not done yet. If you intend to stay, I suggest you take a seat. This beautiful stud and I have a few more places to go.”

Her husband chuckled and stepped to the chair, his phone pointed out to them. It was obvious that he had been filming the whole time.

He gave a ridiculously masculine nod, and Elias returned it. ‘Men!’ she thought as she rolled her eyes.

Diane grabbed Elias by the hand, pulling him down into the bed.

“How about a good old-fashioned on-the-top thrashing?”

“As you wish!” he growled with animal bass tones.

She spread her legs as wide as she could get them, grabbing behind her knees and pulling up. Her aching, wet, pink was lathered and swollen. Her lips seemed to be puckering, like the mouth of a fish. Without ceremony, his hardening cock pushed against her. Just like when he took command of her throat, with one or two short thrusts, he was soon buried five inches in.

She had never had a penetration orgasm, and still, it eluded her, but the wick had been lit. She would not be long for the world of the unfulfilled. Elias placed his two hands on the side of her body and, with practiced skill and muscular perfection, began to slam his arm-sized ramrod deep into her. By the tenth thrust, he was hitting her cervix, and she cried out from the little bit of pain it caused. She caught movement to her right and saw Rick had approached with a slight concern on his face and she laughed. “You got to be ficking mad or joking if you’re going to try and stop this!”

He laughed and put his hands up in surrender. He sat down in the chair, as she screamed with the pressure and power this gorgeous stud was using to fill her canal.

“Fuck me hard! Fuck with every - Jesus- every inch you have, you black god! Give me every- ungh - you have harder deeper— oh my God, this is better than I ever- “

Her voice silenced as an orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly. They are usually built and peaked in a very specific pattern. This was like a stealth bomb coming out of nowhere, blasting her stomach, then spreading throughout her whole body. It raced through, sending fireworks into her brain, shattering any sense of reality she had in the moment.

She shook with the power. It washed over her wholly like she was scorched earth! Her hands flopped to the side and her legs spasmed.

She heard male voices, gasping and commenting on the intensity. She assumed they were Rick and Elias, and she could not give a flying fuck what they were saying

As reality started to return around her, she grunted rhythmically as she realized that Elias had not stopped the fuck and had increased speed and pressure!

“Holy fuck Diane! You are so goddamn tight. I love your mature deep pussy. It’s taking everything I’ve got. All those young sluts I fuck have nothing on you!”

Part of her loved what he was saying; the other part knew it was complete and total bollocks- sweet but completely unnecessary.

Regaining control of her strong body, she dug her nails into his heaving back and wrapped her legs around his thighs as best she could. Her feet barely touched around the girth of his muscular frame as he continued to relentlessly drive into her.

“Fuck yes, baby! Give me that- ugh- fuck yes!”

“Oof! Fuck, Di!” After saying her name, he bent forward even more, his hips going into an even faster driving. It seemed to last forever, as if he was trying to dig a tunnel to the other side of the world. It was masterful, majestic , and the greatest fuck she’d ever had.

But every fright train must stop at some point, and soon, he grunted loudly, stiffened his back, and shouted a guttural scream of primal release. The amount of heat that splashed inside of her, hosing her walls was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The last orgasm was the biggest she’d ever had, this would be a close second. She came with cascading pulsations that galloped through her like ripples in a pond. She felt his massive manhood inside her expand and pulse with each individual firing.

After a minute or so, he growled, and his body softened again. He looked down and saw the rag doll that was once Diane laud out, eyes closed with the sweetest, most satisfied smile of her entire life.

She was in a state of bliss. This was it. This was the fantasy, come to life, built with unprecedented joy and exceeding every single expectation.

She slowly opened her tearing eyes that seemed filled with even more lustful need. Di looked up to see his smiling, sweaty, gorgeous, face.

“Arse and apples, Luv, that was perfection. Thank you so much. It was like you were drilling for oil and found it deep within me.”

He chuckled and looked down in between their bodies as he slowly slid out. His creamy white volume spilled out to the sides. She sighed with slight disappointment, but more with the pleasure at how dirty and properly nasty this whole thing was.

“Blimey, look at that,” she heard her husband whisper from the side of the bed. It was then that she noticed he was kneeling just to her left. Getting all of it on two mobiles, his and hers!

He looked at her smiling face and winked. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Well, done, you!”

She smiled and blew a kiss to the camera, then brought her attention back to the man on top.

Elias slowly rolled his body to the side and stretched, feeling his muscles relax. She lay her hand across his massive chest, feeling it rise and fall. She didn’t want to separate yet and was hoping that he had a third load ready for her. She turned her body, which was somewhat aching, and laid across him.

She ran a nail across his gorgeous black nipple and looked up into his fiery brown eyes.

“How long do you think you’ll need? I need to ride this thing, or the night will not be….”

Rick chuckled softly.

“Complete…”

Then her husband quietly said, “That’s my girl.”

It only took ten minutes and a quick trip to the loo for both of them. Rick had been nice enough to get Elias a sports drink and Diane a bottle of fizzy water. He had wanted to embrace her, kiss her, take her into his arms, but he did not want to break the spell quite yet. There would be time for that later, possibly even tomorrow. For now, there was a grand finale. The image his wife had had in her head for years.

With rapid instruction, Diane had Elias prop himself up with pillows at the head of the bed. With very little coaxing, her slender fingers grazed and gripped, getting him steel-hard once more. He really was a wonder.

With a deep breath, and arm and back stretches she had perfected in her years of teaching, she climbed aboard and gripped the massive rod. She was still stunned it fit both in her throat and her tight twat. And it was going to fit once more.

The bell head was pushed against her throbbing and used opening and easily slipped back inside. After all, his copious load was still lubricating the interior walls of her vagina.

She could have slammed down and possibly hurt herself, but she wanted to plod some. With a sickeningly slow ease, she lowered herself until she was nearly to the base.

Her breath caught and she barely got out, “Oof-my God, I think that’s as low as I can go.” She ground on it as if assessing damage. “This angle feels fuller than it did before. You are incredible”

He grabbed her relatively small waist, and she was stunned that he could fit his fingers nearly round it. With his assistance, she was able to lift and lower several times in deliberate, grinding fashion. But she longed for one last hard romp. And he was more than willing to service that need.

She bent down and kissed him deeply on the lips, their tongues exchanging a new familiarity. She pulled back, her hands still cupping his beautiful face, and she smiled wickedly. She bit his earlobe and whispered, “Bang me one more time, you gorgeous human being!”

He laughed and winked at her and began to take control. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her up and down as his cock pushed up from the mattress, plunging into depths deeper than when he was hammering her from above.

He cocked his head forward and took her right breast into his mouth, and sucked greedily on the nipple as she put her hands over her head in complete surrender. She looked to the ceiling and screamed in ecstasy. One more powerful orgasm exploded deep inside her.

“Fuuuck!”

She needed a moment for her brain to process it, but he was not having it.

Over and over, he slammed her down on top of him, and his cock head hit places he did not know she owned. This was the fullest she had ever felt, and she wanted to memorize every single moment.

But his speed was not allowing for any permanent record in her brain. She let her body go limp, and he used her like the ragdoll she wanted to be. The fuck toy for the hot wife that needed his heat.

This athletic, nearly perfect specimen was able to drive, push, and plunge up into her with such force. She thought she would be permanently impaled on his powerful pole.

But like before, her Cunt instinctively gripped and pulled almost as if it was trying to extrude the intruder. The effect was too much for him, and after ten minutes of intense coupling, he growled once more and screamed her name as he erupted like Mount Vesuvius!

“Fuuuck! Diii!”

Her voice was officially gone, her orgasms, unrelenting and unstoppable. She lost count and just let her body go limp. After what seemed like an eternity and an unreal amount of cum flying up into her, he loosened his grip.

As if in slo-mo, she collapsed onto his broad, steel-hard chest.

The two lay painting, sweaty and completely satisfied. Not one of the three people in the room wanted to speak. The moment was so pure and raw and beyond sexy.

Rather than push her off or politely excuse himself, Elias wrapped his powerful arms around her much smaller body and held her tight. It was loving and kind and completely unexpected. Even more so was the light kiss he placed on her forehead.

“Thank you for what I thought would just be a quick hard shag. This turned into one of the best sexual experiences of my life thus far.”

The last was actually said with his head turned towards Rick, who had, at some point, removed his trousers and wanked himself to his own pleasurable conclusion. He nodded sheepishly and felt a touch of embarrassment in the moment. But this wasn’t about him.

It was Diane who finally broke the connection and rose up to assess her body. “Nngh - well, I thought myself to be quite fit, but I am feeling like I will need a long soak in a warm tub. Thank you, Elias, for the greatest night of sex I’ve ever had.” She turned to her husband and half shrugged. “Sorry darling, but I think that’s what you intended. Was it not?” He smiled and nodded in ascent. She choked slightly. “Thank you for everything. I love you so dearly.”

He reached out his hand, and she met. It was a sweet squeeze. “Welcome, my love.”

Elias chuckled softly, “So that was one of the strangest moments I’ve ever had, but it was quite beautiful. But I think it’s time for me to take my leave.” With no longer shocking ease, he lifted her up and lay her gently on the bed as he turned to roll off. “Listen if you ever want to try this again, just give me a call. I had a glorious time.”

Rick and Diane were looking at one another, smiling broadly. They both knew they would take him up on that offer.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, hit the heart, if you loved it, hit the star, and please leave a comment. I try to respond to them.

Special thanks to the real Diane (sexylovergirl1979)and Rick for letting me play in their fantasy lives for a short amount of time. I hope this isn’t the last!

Matt