I’m Beverly Hills, a businesswoman in the manufacturing industry. I know that sex sells, so I try to showcase my best assets, wearing short skirts or dresses with low-cut tops and high hems. My outfits are classy enough for business, but also provocative.

Although I am married, my husband and I are “lifestyle” friendly. Although we have an open relationship, our marriage remains solid, and we share a deep love for each other.

As an executive assistant for a large manufacturing company, part of my job involves setting up conferences with potential customers. These meetings are held at hotels in various locations around the country, and with twenty to forty people attending.

During this occasion, I conducted a two-day session, introducing my company and the services we provide to a group of existing and potential customers from the Chicago area. Members in various company departments accompanied me to discuss manufacturing details. The schedule included a Meet & Greet on Thursday afternoon and a cocktail party at the conclusion on Friday.

As with most conferences, the attendees were predominantly male.  Although the group was interracially mixed, this particular conference consisted mostly of middle-aged black men.

Since the conference ended on Friday, I decided to stay over the weekend to explore the Windy City. Not wanting to be alone, I invited my husband, Jack, to fly out and join me for the Friday evening cocktail party and stay to enjoy the weekend together.

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As for the crux of this story, fast forward to Friday night. The cocktail party was in full swing. The drinks were flowing, and everyone was chatting and having a good time. Being the conference host and one of only a few women in the room, I was the center of attention.

I looked my absolute best, wearing a sexy, black cocktail dress. My hair and makeup were perfect. I knew Jack would be excited to see me, and I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to be in the best possible mood, especially since I had something very personal to share with him, preferably in the privacy of our hotel room.

When Jack arrived, the cocktail party was already well in progress. I didn’t have the opportunity to chat with him in private. We kissed, then I led him around the room, introducing him as my husband. Then, the thing I most dreaded happened. A tall, handsome, well-built black man, whom I had previously sexually engaged with, walked straight up to us and began his introduction to my husband.  

“You’re Jack, Beverly’s husband, right?”

“Yes,” Jack replied.

“I’m Thomas. I am so glad to meet you,” he said as he shook my husband’s hand. “Beverly told me so much about you. It’s great to finally meet you in person. I guess I don’t need to tell you, she is one hot cookie!”

His self-introduction and bold statement left Jack with a quizzical look on his face, and me, twitching. I cringed, hoping that Thomas would leave it at that. I fretted about what Thomas might say next, as I stood there speechless, momentarily frozen.

Before I could change the subject, my worst fears came to fruition when Thomas put a hand to his mouth, a feigned attempt to muffle his voice, and began to speak directly to Jack.

“I hope you aren’t offended, Jack, but Beverly told me how much you like watching her having sex with other men, especially black men with large cocks like mine. Jack, let me tell you, your wife is the best fuck I’ve had in a long time, and damn good at sucking cock. She sucks better than a vacuum cleaner. Here, check this out,” he said and took out his cell phone, and just like that, Thomas showed Jack a video of me hungrily sucking his big black cock.

Then, Thomas flicked through a dozen or more photos of me, posing with my legs spread, holding my pussy open, more of me sucking his cock, then several more showing him fucking me in multiple positions.

“Pretty hot, right?” Thomas said. “I couldn’t wait to show you these. I knew you would love seeing how well I took care of your wife. Perhaps the three of us can get together tonight in her hotel room, like she and I did last night. You can join or sit back, watch the action firsthand, and take all the photos and videos as you want. Just call me, and I’ll be there.”

I was melting with humiliation. As a “hotwife” rule, anytime I engage sexually with another man, I will tell my husband about it when I get home and in bed with him, to excite him with all the naughty details before and while we have sex. Having Thomas beat me to it turned all my plans with Jack upside down.

But then, Jack handled it quite well when he said, “Thomas, I am glad you got to experience my wife’s sexuality. As you said, she is one very hot fuck, and although I love her dearly, I am happy to share her on occasion with discriminating men such as yourself. However, it is Beverly who decides who and when she wants to have sex, so your offer for tonight really should be posed to her.”

After some of the smug grin on Thomas’s face was erased, Jack led me away. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by how this all went down, I started to explain, but Jack interrupted me.

“Don’t worry yourself, Bev. You did exactly what I would have wanted you to do. No explanation or apology is needed. All I ask is that you tell me exactly what happened, in graphic detail, so I can enjoy your experience as well. And try to get Thomas to send you a copy of that video and pics. You look amazing, so hot! I immediately got a hard-on just by briefly viewing them.”

Thomas was arrogant as hell, and I was proud of the way Jack handled his ballsy announcement. From the excitement I heard in my husband’s voice, I knew he would want to hear some details immediately. There was no way he would wait to discuss it later, in the privacy of my hotel room. Taking him aside, outside of the party where we could talk in private, I explained to my husband what had happened. Jack remained silent the entire time, listening to every word I said, and I had a lot to say.

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It all began yesterday at the meeting. Of all the men in attendance, Thomas stood out head and shoulders above the rest. Not only was he strikingly handsome, but super tall, at least 6’6”, perhaps more, towering over me, even in my 4-inch heels. His dark skin, lady-killer smile, and exuding confidence were quite noticeable. He wore a tailored suit, his pants framing his muscular thighs and ass. He had the body of an athlete. Any lady seeing him would feel an instant attraction. I wasn’t the exception.

Since I was on the company clock, I tried to keep my growing attraction in check and unnoticed by Thomas. Obviously, my plan wasn’t working too well.

Throughout the day, I could feel Thomas’s eyes on me constantly, and he was always flashing me his confident smile every time he caught me looking at him. I enjoyed his flirting and did nothing to discourage him. Perhaps that was what led him to follow me to the hotel restroom when I excused myself from the group I was chatting with.

The restroom was a trendy one, each stall completely private, with a sink, mirror, and toilet. The stalls were all empty. I picked the first one in the row of six stalls.

Hiking up my skirt, then pulling down my panties, I sat to pee. I was wiping myself when I heard the restroom door open and footsteps that stopped in front of my stall. A light knock on the door soon followed.

“Sorry, it’s occupied,” I said.

“Bev, it’s Thomas.”

I couldn’t believe he followed me in here. Normally, I would be concerned about this type of behavior, but I must admit, his pursuit excited me. I was anxious to see where this was going.

“What do you want, Thomas?” I asked, still sitting on the commode.

“We’ve been flirting with each other all day. I even caught you checking out my junk a few times. I know you felt it rub against your ass when I accidentally bumped into you earlier. Don’t you at least want to chat in private, perhaps see what you’ve been wondering about? I promise you won’t be disappointed,” Thomas went on.

I was indeed guilty of checking him out several times, and the bulge in his tailored pants. Most men fully erect wouldn’t have a bulge as large as his. He caught my smile every time he smiled at me. I guess he counted that as flirting. Hesitating for a moment, I thought about the likely outcome of obeying his request.

“Come on, baby, before someone comes in here and sees me talking through this door,” Thomas insisted.

Throwing caution and common sense to the wind, my breathing and heart rate increased as I reached my hand toward the lock on the door and unlatched it. As soon as I did, Thomas boldly stepped in, closing and latching the door behind him.

Here I was, sitting on the toilet, with my panties still down around my ankles, and a large black man standing right in front of me. I began having second thoughts about what I was doing when I heard someone enter the restroom and occupy another stall. Thankfully, it was not adjacent to the one Thomas and I were in.

My second thoughts turned more real, and I whispered, “You should go.”

Thomas put a finger to his lips, indicating for me to be silent. He unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Pulling his boxer shorts down around his knees, he allowed his cock to spring free. I wanted to say something, but was afraid that the other restroom occupant might hear.

I sat there agape, staring at his black-as-coal, stallion-size cock wagging in the air under its weight, staring back at me. It was huge in every way, uncircumcised, beyond a foot in length, and insanely thick! His balls, each the size of a jumbo egg, hung low between his legs.

Making the first move, he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I offered no resistance or objection. His hand still on mine, together we pulled back the foreskin, revealing its large mushroom-shaped head.

His cock was so thick, I could barely wrap my fingers fully around the shaft. Soon, his hand left mine, and I was holding his member entirely on my own, marveling at its girth and weight, reluctant to let go. I have a certain weakness about being unable to resist a cock when it is in front of me.

I stroked it, watching the foreskin swallow up the bulbous head on my forward strokes, only to watch it slowly reappear on the backward strokes.

As my excitement grew, without additional encouragement, I used my other hand to heft his huge scrotum, feeling the weight of his balls. They felt spongy as I rolled them between my fingers.

Talk about an unplanned and strange circumstance, here I was, sitting on a commode in a restroom stall, stroking a near-stranger’s huge black cock with one hand while massaging his balls with my other hand. The fact that there was another occupant in the restroom who could possibly identify me made me extremely nervous. But I must admit, it was also very exciting.

Thomas sensed my excitement when I started to stroke him faster. Not wasting any time, he placed his hand behind my head and pulled me toward him. As his cock loomed in my face, I could clearly see the copious amount of pre-cum stringing from his meatus, about to break free. I instinctively reached out with my tongue to catch it before he broke free.

I savored the sweet taste of his fluid between my tongue and palate, enough to wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck out more. As I sucked more of his cock into my mouth, Thomas took out his cell phone and took a two-minute video of me sucking his cock. I should have protested, ending it right there, but having his cock in my mouth had me too excited to do so.

Holding the foreskin back, I swirled my tongue around the head, paying special attention to the frenulum bridge of skin between the underside of the head and shaft.

Thomas’s phone battery was running low, so he stopped taking the video and went to photo mode to get more shots of me sucking his big black cock that was now throbbing in my mouth.

I was getting further into sucking his cock when we heard the toilet flush in the other stall. Its unknowing occupant left the restroom seconds later, leaving us alone again. Now free to talk, he continued.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” Thomas asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I moaned with my mouth full of his cock.

“Beverly, please look at my face while you suck my cock. I want to see those big, beautiful eyes of yours and watch your lips as my cock disappears between them. Your mouth is delightful. I want you to see my face, to see just how much pleasure you are giving me,” Thomas said, taking full command of this encounter, and also taking more pictures of me with his cock in my mouth when I looked up at him.

Thomas was a very arrogant, self-indulgent man, and what I observed was more of a grin of mastery, rather than the face of sexual pleasure. But it didn’t matter, I was enjoying his large, tasty, black cock too much to care.

Continuing to exert his dominance, Thomas pulled my head back by my hair, stretching my throat back as he pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. A couple of attempts to push his cock down my throat made me gag. I pulled his cock from my mouth, gasping. “It’s too big!” I said as I gasped for air.

“Then, give my balls some additional love,” he said.

“As you wish,” I said, then lifted his heavy balls and began licking his scrotum with my wet tongue.

“Mmm, good girl! Now, suck my balls,” Thomas commanded.

Trying hard to please him, I took his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, and rubbed my tongue around them as I sucked.

“Oh, yeah, that feels fantastic! Suck those balls, Bev!” Thomas moaned in appreciation.

Despite their size, I managed to gently roll one ball around in my mouth, using my tongue as much as possible, given the limited space available. Satisfied I had sufficiently serviced one, I repeated my efforts on the other. When I felt that both balls were thoroughly attended to, I returned to sucking his cock, determined to bring this to a close. Then his trash-talking started up again.

“Girl, that was fantastic. You really know how to treat my junk. Do you do this for your husband as well? I’m guessing you do. Your kind of talent requires a lot of practice. Tell me something, does your husband know you like sucking other men’s cocks, especially if they’re big and black, like mine?”

“Yes,” I admitted after a brief pause, and went back to sucking his cock that I was way too weak to resist.

“Hmm, I thought so. I bet he likes to watch you suck and fuck other men, too,” Thomas surmised.

I nodded my affirmation, but kept on sucking.

“Now it makes sense. Your husband is a cuckold!” Thomas said with a chuckle. “What’s your husband’s name? I want to be able to greet him properly when we meet."

“It’s Jack…his name is Jack.” I lifted my mouth from his cock just long enough to get the words out.

Thomas took that moment to take another picture with his phone. “Well, Jack is going to love this, and all the others, isn’t he?” Thomas said as he turned his phone towards me, showing me the picture.

I said nothing, then returned to sucking his cock with renewed energy, partially because I was way too turned on to stop, but I also wanted to make him cum before someone else entered the restroom. And the way his cock was throbbing between my tongue and palate, I knew I was getting close to my goal.

But Thomas didn’t give me the pleasure of drinking his cum. Instead, he pulled his cock from my mouth and helped me to stand. He turned me to face the sink and mirror next to the toilet. It was now obvious that a simple blowjob wasn’t going to be enough for Thomas. He wanted to fuck me, and I must admit, I was hot to feel him inside me as well.

I allowed him to bend me over the sink, then used my hands against the counter to brace myself. While facing the mirror, I was able to watch him behind me. He worked my skirt up over my hips, fully exposing my ass and pussy to his eyes. My panties were still around my ankles.

Thomas took his time running his hands all about my ass, even slapping it a couple of times. I tried hard not to yelp. Then he ran the head of his cock up and down my wet slit. My body stiffened when I felt him push the head of his cock against my introitus. I held my breath as he worked the bulbous head into my cunt.

“Are you ready to be fucked?” Thomas asked as he cupped my hips in his large hands.

Before I had a chance to respond, he began sinking his huge member into me, with a single, agonizingly slow thrust. It was so thick and long, I feared I might not be able to take it all. But it felt so good, I found myself asking him for more. And he gave me more.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” escaped my lips before I realized just how loud I was moaning when his cock slowly penetrated the most inner regions of my cunt. I had to bite my lip, reminding myself to quell any further sounds of pleasure.

Thomas proved to be an expert cocksman, knowing just how fast my vaginal walls would stretch and spread to accommodate his massive girth, without causing undue pain. My cunt felt like a sausage skin being slowly filled with hot meat. It kept on expanding as the head of his cock penetrated me deeper and deeper.

The question of whether I could take it all was soon answered when I felt his groin come into contact with the cheeks of my ass. I must admit, I had feelings of relief and a sense of female pride for taking the largest cock I had ever confronted. Now bottomed out, Thomas remained motionless, allowing his cock to soak in my juices.

While remaining still, the black bull, which he was in every way, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “That’s a good girl. You’ve taken my cock all the way, all 14 inches of it, and very few women have. Now get ready for a real fucking!”

His promise to fuck me became very real when his hips began to move, slowly at first, but that didn’t last. With one hand on my hip and the other still grasping his cell phone, he transitioned to fucking me harder and harder, taking pictures of his cock fully inside me, and nearly all the way out, except for the head, as I heard the sound of his phone clicking over and over again.

Now that my pussy fully accommodated his massive tool, it was all I could do not to moan or scream with the building pleasure within my core, fearing that I might alert some passerby.

With his hips hitting my ass, his large balls slapping my clit, and the overwhelming excitement of this situation, my orgasms came quickly, one after another, so much so that my orgasmic juices were dripping off his balls and trickling down my inner thighs. I was totally racked with pleasure as my body trembled and my pussy convulsed, and it was my last of six consecutive orgasms that put Thomas over the top.

“Oh, baby, hold that ass up there! I’m emptying my balls into your cunt right now!” I heard Thomas cry out as he pulled my hips tight against him. I felt his cock swell and throb as he pumped long streams of hot semen into me, literally flooding my cunt.

As his ejaculations eased, he kept his cock fully planted as he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. Still facing the mirror, I could see the smile on his face as he whispered, “Now, that’s what I call a proper Meet & Greet.”

Tomas finally withdrew his cock from my body, leaving my cunt widely gaped, and feeling hollow inside from the absence of his cock. Now that my sanity returned, I gathered my scruples and wanted this to be over, to get out of the restroom without being discovered.

Thomas pumped his cum so deep inside me, only a small amount actually drained from me. It felt like he came in buckets, so I could only imagine the rest of his huge load was trapped somewhere deep inside me. I knew full well the remainder would eventually drain from my pussy, most likely at some inopportune time.

Now finished, Thomas made me give him my cell phone, using it to call his phone, so he would have my number. With my phone still in his hand, he also looked up and texted my husband’s contact info to himself.

“Maybe I should send these pictures to Jack now. What do you think?”

“No, please don’t! I’ll tell him about this after he gets here tomorrow. That’s how we do it,” I answered quickly.

“Okay, I won’t spoil your little surprise just yet, but I want to be there to see the look on his face when you do!” Thomas said.

Before pulling up his boxers and pants, Thomas used my phone to take a selfie of his cock, then handed my phone back to me.

“Here’s a little something to remind you of me,” he said with a smirk. “Now give me your room number. I’ll come by when the Meet & Greet is over. I want to get my cock in that tight pussy of yours again and take my time to fuck you properly!”

“Uh…I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I faintly replied.

“Come on, I know you want this as well. You told me that your husband doesn’t arrive until tomorrow, so we can have all night for our own private fun.” Thomas insisted.

I took a moment to think about it. Thomas gave me one of the best fucks I ever had, and in the confines of a restroom stall of all places. I could imagine how much better it would be in bed.

“Okay…Room 1421,” I replied.

"Then it’s a date,” he laughed. "I’ll see you around 7:00. That should give my balls plenty of time to recharge and your pussy to recuperate. And I want you to answer the door naked. We’re going to get right down to it. I’ll bring along some champagne. It’s going to be a memorable night for both of us.”

Finally finished with me, Thomas pulled up his shorts and pants, unlatched and opened the stall door, then left the restroom. I was left behind to reflect on what had just happened, and more importantly, what I had committed to. I cleaned and straightened myself up the best I could. After reapplying my makeup and lipstick, I left the restroom and returned to the party, hoping no one noticed my extended absence.

The remainder of the party was a blur to me, but I caught Thomas giving me leering looks multiple times. Eventually, clients began to leave. Thomas was the last to leave.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said with a wink.

As I left the party room, I got a sudden reminder of the afternoon’s activity, as a huge load of Thomas’s cum suddenly drained out of me. It saturated my panties and started running down my legs. I felt his slippery cum rub between my thighs as I walked. I hurried to my room. His cum had run all the way down my legs by the time I entered my room. I was glad nobody saw me.

I got undressed and jumped into the shower to wash myself properly. I also douched in preparation for Thomas with less than an hour remaining.

To be continued in Part 2.