The End of Summer
Copyright© 2026 by Guisamo
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I walked into the bathroom and was amazed; what I had caressed in the car had doubled in size. I asked if he’d mind if I applied gel to his back. "Why would I mind?" Wamba said. "It’ll be a pleasure." I stripped and stepped into the shower with the gel, coating my breasts and belly. I moved behind him, and we pressed our bodies together in an embrace; my breasts slid against his back. I brought my gel-slicked hands around to his waist, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it passionately. There
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Age Gap Interracial Black Male White Male Hispanic Female
Summer came to an end, and my husband Brian and I said goodbye to our friend Wamba—a Black Senegalese man we’d known for about five years. I’d fantasized about him fucking me the whole time, but it had always remained just that: a fantasy. But this time, Brian said to Wamba, “Hey, do you want to come have a meal with us at our place?” Wamba asked, “Really?” “Of course,” I said. “Plus, you can take a quick shower and freshen up.” “Say no more,” he replied. We got into the car; Wamba sat in the back on the right, right behind my seat. I told him how happy I was that the three of us were finally going to eat together—and that we could even dance later in the afternoon—all while giving him a wink. Wamba responded by sliding his hand around the side of the seat, slipping it between my arm and my body to reach my right breast and caress it. “Ooh,” I gasped. “What’s wrong, Selena? Is everything okay?” “Yes, honey, everything is going perfectly.” That emboldened Wamba, who slipped his hand under my knit sweater to caress my breasts directly. We came to a red light, and as Brian stopped, I said, “Honey, I’m going to move to the back seat; having to keep turning my head to talk to Wamba is going to give me a stiff neck.” “Alright,” Brian said. I got out of the car, opened the back door, and told Wamba to slide over to the other side; he sat behind Brian’s seat, keeping his body out of Brian’s view. I told the guys, “See? This is more comfortable for everyone (especially for me),” and placed my hand on Wamba’s thigh. He took my hand, placed it over his cock, and guided my movements with his own; it was starting to get hard. Thank goodness we arrived home; we went inside, and I showed him where the shower was—we had a shower that was about two meters by eighty centimeters. He stepped inside, and I could hear the water hitting his body. Suddenly, Wamba called out, “Selena, could you pass me the shower gel, please?” I walked into the bathroom and was amazed; what I had caressed in the car had doubled in size. I asked if he’d mind if I applied gel to his back. “Why would I mind?” Wamba said. “It’ll be a pleasure.” I stripped and stepped into the shower with the gel, coating my breasts and belly. I moved behind him, and we pressed our bodies together in an embrace; my breasts slid against his back. I brought my gel-slicked hands around to his waist, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it passionately. There was a small wall-mounted seat in the shower; I sat him down on it and rinsed the soap from his body. Then, I knelt in front of him, took hold of his cock, and tried to take it into my mouth.
I knelt before him and gripped his huge black cock with both hands, trying to fit it into my mouth. It was so big that barely the head would fit, but I strove to take it as deep as possible while Wamba groaned with pleasure. My lips stretched to the limit, and I could feel it filling my mouth completely.
As I sucked him passionately, Brian walked into the bathroom. “Selena, what...?” He froze when he saw us. Instead of stopping, I looked my husband straight in the eye while keeping Wamba’s cock in my mouth. To my surprise, Brian said nothing; he just stood there watching, his hand resting on his trousers.
Wamba lifted me up and turned me around, positioning me on all fours on the shower floor. He penetrated me from behind with such force that I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he fucked me relentlessly. “Like that! Harder!” I gasped out. Brian stepped closer and pulled out his cock, stroking himself as he watched Wamba take me. “Do you like watching a real Black man fuck me, baby?” I asked as Wamba kept pounding me from behind with powerful thrusts.
Wamba made me change positions, having me sit on top while he remained standing. He grabbed my buttocks and moved me up and down on his massive cock. My tits bounced with every movement, and I moaned uncontrollably.
“Come here, Brian,” Wamba said in a commanding voice. My husband obediently stepped closer. “Now you’re going to see how a real woman gets satisfied.”
Wamba laid me down on the shower floor and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. He penetrated me again, this time even more forcefully. The water kept pouring over us as he fucked me relentlessly. Brian knelt beside us, watching everything intently.
“I’m going to cum inside your wife!” Wamba shouted. I felt his testicles contract, and a torrent of hot semen filled me up. My legs trembled from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
When we finished, Brian helped me up. “Are you okay, honey?” he asked in a shaky voice. I kissed him passionately while Wamba’s semen kept dripping from my pussy.
“Better than ever,” I replied. “And this is j ... just the beginning.”
After drying off, Wamba swept me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing and carried me to the master bedroom. Brian followed us silently, his erection still clearly visible. Wamba laid me back on the bed and knelt between my legs.
“Your wife is incredibly hot, Brian,” Wamba said as he spread my legs wide. “And now I’m going to taste that pussy of hers again.”
He leaned down and began to lick me with a level of skill I had never experienced before. His tongue traced every fold of my sex, finding sensitive spots I hadn’t even known existed. I arched against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably.
Brian stepped up to the bed and offered me his cock. I took it eagerly while Wamba continued to pleasure me orally. For the first time, I had two men at once, fulfilling a fantasy that had occupied my thoughts for years.
Wamba stood up and penetrated me again—slowly this time, savoring every moment. “Watch how your wife enjoys a real cock,” he told Brian as he picked up the pace. “She’ll never get as much pleasure from you as she does from me.”