It all started about a month ago when I got a phone call from an old boyfriend of mine that was now living in Florida. Dan is very muscular and teaches weight lifting in his own gym. Dan is a very tall man and besides being very muscular, he is very well endowed and is black.

I dated Dan a couple of years ago and I had to stop seeing him because things were getting too serious to continue. Dan moved to Florida a few months after we broke up our relationship. You see. My husband allows me to date black men on occasion and loves to be cuckolded.

My husband and I have a very special relationship and he has a very busy work schedule that keeps him away from home often. How I got started fucking other men is a whole other story that I won’t get into right now.

Dan is a handsome black man that I met in a club a couple of years ago and I remember the first time he screwed me. He was a perfect gentleman the very first moment we met and we ended up screwing at his house that night.

Over the next several months, we met every weekend and always had terrific sex and spent time together including a few sleepovers.

Now. When my husband and I made our arraignment, it was to be for sexual pleasure and I promised myself that I wouldn’t get emotionally involved with any of these guys I would go out with.

As you might have guessed by now, that was easier said than done. The last couple of times I had gone out with Dan were very emotional and I had to make a decision to end our relationship before things got out of hand.

The phone rang and I ran out of the shower to answer it and when I answered, I was shocked to hear Dan’s voice on the other end. We talked for almost two hours that night and he finally talked me into flying down to Florida to see him.

I told him I would let him know once I could make arrangements to come and visit him. I had to coordinate my trip with one of my husband’s business trips, and although my husband knew that I was flying out of town to meet with someone, I didn’t tell him who it was at the time.

Not trusting myself alone with Dan once again, I made arrangements with a friend of ours to fly down with me. He is the husband of my very close friend, and they enjoy the same sort of lifestyle as us, so he knew what the situation was going to be once we got to Florida.

As a matter of fact, he mentioned that he would bring two video cameras down with us so he could record everything. The only thing I didn’t mention to him was the fact that the black man I was going to meet was still in love with me, and I really didn’t want him to bring his cameras, but I didn’t want to tell him the whole situation.

We had everything all set for the trip, and my husband wished me luck and to be very careful before he left that morning for his trip. I told him I would see him in five days.

Later that morning, our friend Mark picked me up, and we left for the airport along with all his video equipment. We got to our hotel room, and I called Dan to let him know I was in town and gave him the room number.

Mark had the room next to mine but had his video equipment ready to go in my room before he left and waited for my call to let him know it was time.

I got into the shower and shaved and trimmed my pussy and applied bright red nail polish to my toes and fingernails and squirted Dan’s favorite perfume around my pussy and belly before putting on the dress I had bought when I arrived in Florida.

It was a typical tropical-looking tight-fitting dress which was cut short and displayed my tits. I just finished applying my lipstick when someone knocked on the door. I straightened my dress and walked over and opened the door, and there stood Dan with a bunch of roses in his hand.

Dan walked in and put his arms around me, and we locked in a passionate kiss for several seconds until he broke the kiss and said how lovely I looked and how he had missed me and began to kiss me again. His tongue entered my mouth, and I began to suck it as my own tongue wrapped around his as we kissed furiously for several minutes.

I could feel my emotions heating up as we kissed, and everything began to come back into my mind as if we had never broken up. I kissed him lightly on the lips one more time as I tried to pull away to place the roses on the table.

Dan wouldn’t let go of me completely as I placed the roses on the table. Dan pulled me back into his arms as we kissed more passionately than before. I could feel his hands moving down to my ass cheeks as he cupped them in his big hands while we continued to kiss.

Where was Mark when I needed him? I had brought him with me as a sort of protection from getting myself involved again, and I didn’t make the call. Instead, I was kissing Dan in a heated, passionate kiss as two lovers do after being apart for such a long period of time.