The fab journey #4 - Cobra came again
Getting in to a rhythm
So Cobra came back - we were messaging about dates and with his travel and then my period it would be a couple of weeks until we could invite him again. Or, this Sunday night. We chose this Sunday.
Not Mr #1, Visit #4
The usual rush to get the kids to bed followed by a shower to shave my legs, underarms and most of my pubic hair. I even made time for a nice body scrub too. It may only be me, but arranging these meets forces me to put 'selfcare' higher on the agenda and quite frankly between running a house, four kids, a husband in a wheelchair and job hunting it was easy for self care to fall to the bottom of the list. Once freshly clean and smooth I lathered up with body butter, put on a touch of makeup (learning that there's no point wearing much when it ends up smeared over my face), tied my hair back in a pink bow and dressed in a pink and red little see through dress with a lacy white robe on the top. I don't know if I looked different than usual but putting in the effort made me feel beautiful. I was ready by 8pm and came downstairs. Mr could barely keep his hands off me. As the minutes ticked by I contemplated fucking Mr instead of Cobra. But Mr would have his turn, I was ready for the fun of a stranger first!
Cobra arrived, it was icy, frosty and absolutely bloody cold. He comes into the warmth of the house and gets comfy on the sofa next to me. He leans in to kiss almost immediately and I enjoy it. He has big full lips, he smells amazing and I love knowing Mr is watching every moment. He has a special skill of being able to strip in almost one fluid movement. Pulling up his t-shirt and as his the t-shirt is off his head and being pulled down he grabs his trousers and pants and pulls them down, socks off too. All in one go. He appears so comfortable in his own skin, and quite frankly I am amazed at that as well as the big cock between his legs.
Dirty on the floor
I get into my favourite position, on my knees to worship the gorgeous, tasty cock. He's so hard for me and he makes noises when I force it down my throat. I live for the reactions. Then I sit back on the floor and remove my lacy underwear, spread my legs and start stroking my clit for him. In moments he's down on his knees to touch me, getting a condom on and then pushing me down to enter me. There's no doubt his cock feels good, but I am starting to think it's more like like a car race. Cobra is driving an F1 car around the track while others are in a Peugeot. He'd have to be truly terrible not to win! He's more adventurous today - sort of. We're down on the floor which has a different vibe to the sofa. It feels more primal and that is absolutely what I crave. He fucks me missionary, when he moves I take the chance to roll over on my stomach with my knee up, a variation on doggy that I love with Mr. I can't handle it. It's too deep, it's too much and I feel myself pulling away. He pulls me to my side and he spoons me while fucking me. I like this - it's not something I can do with every man as I have a huge arse. But just as I start thinking it's going well he moves to the sofa for me to ride him. I happily climb aboard. He fits perfectly between my legs and I can control how deep he goes. I grind against him with Mr sat just next to us. I can see him filming and knowing he's watching I grind harder until I cum.
The climax
I take this moment for a pause. Time to rehydrate and stop sweating - this is a real work out for a chunky girl! I move to Mr and lean over to kiss him. I tell him that I love him, only him. And as we kiss some more, Cobra is back and sliding into me. For me, this is perfect. I can hold on to the man I love, kiss him, smell him, feel safe with his touch while being fucked by this virtual stranger from behind. Not only that but I can see our reflections in the patio doors. My large white arse, his lean black body. The contrast is stark and I start to see the attraction of interracial porn. We move back to the sofa and I lay down, he lays on top and while fucking me he moves to hold me close. His arms around me our bodies couldn't be closer or have more skin touching. He pounds and pounds against me and I tell him how much I like it and how much I want to feel him cum. If I was hoping for any form of "I'm gonna cum" or noises or spasms of ecstasy then I would be sorely disappointed. But he does cum and it is enjoyable.
Dessert
Despite the anti-climatic climax I feel happy and satisfied. I lay back on the sofa, Cobra sits beside me and Mr is in his chair opposite. We chat about everything and anything and it's comfortable. I like his laugh, his neutral views. He's pleasant company. I know that Mr is desperate for his turn. I can feel his eyes urging me to end the conversation but instead I lay on my side with my arse facing him so he can see my pussy and I start to touch. Stroking. Opening my lips so he can see everything. He gives me the face but I don't stop. After maybe 90 minutes of chat, Cobra gets dressed and leaves. I lay back on the sofa with Mr's toy of choice today - a pretty pink heart patterned silicone dildo and rub it against my clit before slowly working it in and out of my well-fucked pussy. He doesn't hold back and starts touching me, then fucking me. He pushes his big cock deep inside me and I can barely handle it and then... then he fills me up. I love watching his face when he cums.
Our night finishes snuggled on the sofa watching Masterchef Professionals.
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