My Queen of Spades dream come true

I never thought that I would be a Queen of Spades. But one black guy changed everything.

I am Linda, a white woman journalist with great curves in mid 30s. I am happily married to a stock investor for 5 years. Our sex life was great till John arrived in our life. John is a black guy in early 20s. He is a basketball player champ in his college days. He is working in the sports department.

I don’t know how but my dreams were often about Jack making love to me. The dreams were so hot that I started saying his name in sleep. Of course, my husband got concerned. But he didn’t understand anything. He thought maybe I was sex-starved, so he kissed or fondle my boobs to calm my arousal. How could I say to him that I wanted his big black cock inside me instead of him?

Some days later, I got to work on Queen of Spades articles. They are women who have sex with black men with the approval of their husbands. I even got to know there are groups of it. Should I join it? I refused completely.

But that didn’t stop my love-making dreams to stop. I started thinking more and more about sex. Somehow, I just vent my feelings out to my husband during dinner. My husband listened patiently and then said why not go for Queen of Spades. I was surprised that my husband knew about it. He knew more than me. He told me if I wanted to be the queen, then go for the Queen of Spades tattoo first; once I got it, the black guy would approach.

I didn’t believe what he said. However, I just got tattooed Queen of Spades. The next day I went to the office just like any other day. At night, I got WhatsApp from John, the hot guy from the office. The message was “Want to date?” I showed it to my husband. My husband gave me a gentle kiss and said I would book a hotel room for you. Go and have fun. I couldn’t believe it went so smoothly.

I contacted John the next day and he agreed to come to the hotel. So, after office, both of us went to the hotel room. As the door was shut, he hugged me tightly from behind and started giving neck kisses. His hands moved over my bosom. Slowly, he unzipped my dress to make me appear in lingerie. He lifted me in his arms and put me gently in bed. Looking deep into my eyes, we started French kisses. The feeling was like two lovers were meeting after a long time.

He moved from French kissing to my neck.  The way he was kissing was so good that not even my husband had done it ever before. At this moment, all my inhibitions just withered. I removed his underwear along with his pants and started playing with his cock while he continued showering me with tender kisses. Then he turned me back, spread my legs wide open, and pushed his cock deep inside. I couldn’t believe that I was getting a big black cock inside me. I bite my finger to check if it is a dream or reality. Thank God, it was a reality.

The best thing about black men is that they lost longer. So did John. If there was my husband, he would have slept hard after fucking me. But John was different. He proved why White women enjoy becoming Queen of Spades. He turned me back with my face facing him. Yet again, he poured soft kisses on me. Starting from the neck, moving to the bosom, and then the navel. And his big black cock; well, it moved yet again inside me. I covered him with my legs showing how much I was enjoying it.

In my 5 years of married life, I have never experienced kissing cum fucking. It can only come from Big Bull.  I wished it lasted all night. Sadly, our body doesn’t allow that. He cum again inside me. Now I too was sated with his love. Both of us slept deep keeping arms in arms together and indulging in a little bit of kissing.

We wake up late in the morning.  We had a great breakfast as we were hungry then went back to our life. While driving, it was not only John’s embraces I was thinking about but also about my husband; who allowed me Queen of Spades moment.  I thanked God for providing such a lovely husband.

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A HotQos’ erotic short story. Image courtesy of Black4K