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This is a true story as best as I can remember. I usually let my husband select my lovers as he does all of the online dating applications work for us. I look forward to receiving a text from him while I am at work saying “he has a surprise for me.” I know what that means. What I don’t know is who, or what race, or sex my lover will be. Will my lover be white, black, Hispanic, male or female? One Thursday afternoon I received such a text. He also told me to make sure I had extra towels as I was going to need them. What ever for I wondered? I returned home anxious for my evening to begin. I ate a light dinner then went to our master bathroom to prepare. I showered, shaved, dried my hair, and applied my make-up. As always, I used a deep ruby red lipstick and put lots on. I selected a very short purple skirt, a black see-thru blouse, and 4-inch pumps. As usual, sans underwear. My husband enjoys it when I wear super short skirts and heels as he can see my ass cheeks as I walk. I grabbed a glass of wine and hiked myself up onto our breakfast bar stool to wait. Shortly, the doorbell rang. My husband answered the door and escorted a distinguished-looking black gentleman, named Vince, into our kitchen. He was about 6 foot tall and extremely buff. He asked for a glass of wine which my husband provide as I escorted him to our living room. As I sat on the sofa, my skirt rode all the up my thighs and you could see my pussy lips from the right angle. We chatted for about 5 minutes then Vince put his wine glass down and reached over to kiss me. Simultaneously, he slid his hand under my skirt and started rubbing my cunt. His other hand reached for my breasts. I asked him to take me to the bedroom and told my husband, “I want to be alone with him please.” Sometimes I like my husband present to snap pictures and take videos. Other times I don’t want to be distracted. More importantly, I didn’t want Vince distracted so he could pretty much do as he pleased or I could do as I wished. In no time at all I was stark naked except for my heels. As I sat on the edge of the bed, Vince got on his knees and started lapping my cunt. I melted. He then pushed back onto the bed and disrobed. Oh my fucking God. He didn’t have a cock, he had a baseball bat! He grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt his cock start to twitch then my mouth was flooded with his cum. How I managed to swallow all of it surprised me. We took a short break, had some more wine, then he laid me on my back and started to mount me. I usually required a lot of stimulation to squirt and my husband uses a special curved toy to make me squirt. Not this time! Vince placed the head of his 10-inch cock at my cunt entrance and pushed it completely in. Yes, I yelped, because he was thick and he bumped my cervix. After he sank his cock balls deep into me, he started thrusting fast then slow then fast again. Every time he slowed down and pulled back, I sprayed lady cum all over me and him. This went on for quite a while. He then told me to roll over. He reinserted his cock into my cunt then pulled it out and started to slide it into my asshole. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. I yelped in pain when I noticed my husband was now in the room. Instead of stopping him, he said, “Here, use this," and handed Vince a bottle silicone lube. I said, “Please, go easy.” Vince went slow for a while and then at my husband’s urging, he quickened his pace and sunk his cock balls deep in my ass. There was very little I could do so I relaxed as much as possible and let him ride my ass until he finally came. When he finished cumming, Vince went into the bathroom to clean up. I was worn out and a complete cum mess. As he dressed, he kissed me tenderly and said he hoped to see me again. I said, “Of course!” After Vince left, my husband asked me how it was. I said it had to the be hardest most violent fuck I ever had. When he asked me if I wanted him back, I said, “Of course. He just needs to slow down on my ass.” My husband then kissed me and asked me if I cried because I tasted like salt. I said, “No my dear, those are tears of joy and a little of his semen.” I then went to take another shower.