Big Thick Black Cock: My Husband Loves My Obsession With BBC

So when I matched with this super cute guy, Jamal, my hubby Jeremy encouraged me to make plans to meet up

 

We went to the latest show of the least-attended movie, a romantic drama that had gotten bad reviews. We sat in the very top row, all by ourselves. About twenty minutes into it, I heard his zipper come down. The glow coming from the screen was just enough for me to catch the shape of his big thick black cock. It was so fucking big, but in the dark I couldn’t tell if it was hard or not. Lots of guys are grow-ers and not show-ers, though, you know?

Anyways, immediately my throat tingled. My mouth salivated. A wave went through my whole body, from my face down to my pussy. I reached over and caressed his cock with my fingertips. Then it swelled. Definitely a grower. I grabbed it – Holy fuck! This guy is a monster! Just the thought of his big thick black cock being inside me made me soaking fucking wet.

As the lovers made out on the screen, I lifted the armrest between us so I could ease in closer. He reclined his seat, I pulled my hair back, stuffed him down my throat, and sucked him off like a popsicle. The make-out sounds onscreen covered the sound of my slobbering lips. He got bigger once he was in my mouth, which made my nipples hard. With my free hand I twisted them under my shirt. It was all I could do not to moan. After all, all these people paid good money to watch this movie. We didn’t want to interrupt – but then we did.

Right as the make-out scene ended, the movie went quiet.

I came up for air and gasped. “Shhh!” a man said, turning around to shush us. I quickly sat up and nearly choked on my own spit as I managed to squeak out a quiet “sorry!” Not wanting to spoil the moment, I kept jerking my lover off, but he was so hard and throbbing I was scared he’d bust his load before I could get him inside me, so I leaned in and whispered “don’t cum yet. I’m not finished.” Ten minutes go by. Then a new scene. They’re driving at night. The whole theater is dark. “Lay back,” I whisper. He does, reclining his seat fully. “I’m going to sit on you. Don’t move. Let me do all the work.”

“Okay, baby. Let’s see what you got,” Jamal says. I stand. Hike up my dress. Move my panties aside as I sit on him. He squeezes my asscheeks under my dress and—oh my fucking God—it really is a fucking big thick black cock, the biggest I’ve ever had. I squeeze him with my pussy. He moans, softly. “Shhh,” I say.

He shuts up. Instead of up and down, I go back and forth, careful not to make any noise. Now it’s a sex scene between the two lovers. He can’t see it, but I can. I’m going back and forth, back and forth, as this handsome middle-aged actor is giving it to this young girl in her twenties. I feel him get harder and harder. The woman onscreen is moaning. I want to moan too, but I don’t want anyone to see or hear me. Then he does exactly what I told him not to. He thrusts. I moan. “Unnh! Fuck!”

“SHHHH!” The same man from before looks at us, but now with this big thick black cock inside me, the fact that we’re caught turns me on so fucking much.

Oh God, the disgust in the man’s eyes. The shame in my own. I came so hard all over his cock right then and there. I bite my arm to stop moaning, but Jamal’s in control now. He spreads my legs apart. I grab the back of the chair in front of us, and he pounds my pussy for what seems like minutes but was only seconds.

I hear him grunt, and as the lovers onscreen end their lovemaking, my own lover pours his hot thick load inside me. He squeezes my hips. Pulls me into him. Oh my God, it was so much fucking cum. I sat there on his cock as he kept filling me, knowing I was going to have to squeeze so hard when I got up or else it would drip out all over the seats. We sat there holding hands until the credits ended. When the lights came up, like the gentleman he is, Jamal helped me down the stairs and we passed the man who shushed us. I hope he saw the cum dripping down my legs, and I couldn’t wait to tell Jeremy all about it when I got home.

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