My wife and kids were away for the weekend visiting her folks, so I had the house to myself. I planned a nice, quiet evening—BBQ, some nice meat, a few beers, and watching the game on Saturday night.
I was outside Saturday evening when Damola, my neighbour, started chatting to me over the fence. She’s Nigerian. A bit odd but quite funny. She asked if I was home alone too, and I ended up inviting her to join me. We had a glass of wine and just chatted about life.
She’s usually on the frumpy side—big, soft, and not exactly what you’d call slim—but that day, she was wearing shorts, had her hair done differently, and looked… alright. That was my first thought. Her ass, in particular, was bulging and looked surprisingly perky, and her breasts were practically spilling out of her top, cleavage on full display.
She sat next to me with a glass of wine, and after about half an hour of chatting and laughing, out of nowhere, she kissed me. Just like that.
She pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and casually mentioned that her marriage was open—that her husband was out of town visiting a girlfriend. Then, with a devilish grin, she said if I wanted, she’d love to have sex with me.
I didn’t know what to think at first. I was caught off guard. But the thought of it… I couldn’t shut it down right away. It had been 11 years since I touched another woman. No one would ever know, she assured me. It was just sex, right? That’s what I was thinking.
She picked up on my indecision and kissed me again, more intense this time.
She began to masturbate me right there in the garden, and that’s when I knew I wasn’t walking away from this. We ended up upstairs, and for the rest of the weekend, we went at it—no holding back in the bed I share with my wife.
She was the first black woman I’ve slept with. It was great. She gave me a sensational blowjob, and she let me finish in her three times.
I’ve seen her a few times since, and it’s like it never happened. But every time I see her, I think about that weekend.
Her husband speaks to me like nothing has changed. I’m not convinced he knows… surely not!