As a young white suburban housewife in the 1980s I often became bored with mundane household chores including caring for my two young children. My husband was a great father and the love of my life, but something was missing. Without his knowledge one summer evening I arranged to drop my kids off at my parent's house telling my husband that we were going to spend the night at the lake. After dropping off the kids I met up with a girlfriend at a club in the city that was showing a performance of Chippendale Dancers. As the night went on I particularly enjoyed the personal contact as the dancers moved into the audience for a more close-up view by the women in attendance. One dancer especially caught my attention. He was a handsome black man with a great body and ebony skin that glistened from the active workout. His name was Bobby and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Sensing my interest, he repeatedly positioned himself right in front of me to dance his pelvic thrusts. As he looked into my eyes I felt my focus move to the enormous bulge tucked into his thong and back-and forth to his eyes. Each time he came by my seat I could feel his intensity growing and my heartbeat racing. I ran my fingers over his sculpted chest and six pack abs. As the show was winding down at the end of the evening my girlfriend decided to call it a night and head for home. I had a final glass of wine as I watched the last dance of the night. As I was heading out the door I noticed several women waiting outside to see the dancers come out. I decided to wait as well when several Chippendales emerged including my handsome ebony dancer. I shyly approached him and expressed how much I had enjoyed his performance. Without hesitation and with a smile of confidence on his face, he responded to my comment with "if you enjoyed that perhaps you would like a private performance". I asked where that performance would be to which he responded "in my hotel room". With my heart racing and feeling the tension of the moment I accepted my favorite Chippendale's offer. I was 33 and he was 22. Walking across a pedestrian bridge toward his hotel he stopped briefly to enjoy the full summer moon glistening off the still river water below us. As we enjoyed the soft summer breeze he pulled me tightly to him and kissed me lightly before proceeding to his hotel. I could feel my heart racing and my panties getting moist in anticipation of Bobby's private performance. As we entered the elevator going up to his room, Bobby pushed himself against me pinning me to the back wall. This time we kissed deeply as I felt his lounge exploring and exciting my senses. I could feel the heat of his crotch pressing against mine. As the elevator opened on his floor I remember the excitement and couldn't wait to get into his room. Slamming the door behind him, my ebony performer eagerly began removing my clothes just as I did to him. Standing only in my soaked black panties I tore off Bobby's thong and was staring at the most perfect cock I had ever scene. I was immediately on my knees sucking his beautiful rod. My mouth was barely able to open wide enough to accept his shaft. Without thinking, and for the first time in my life, I was deep-throating a cock that seemed to be going half way down to my belly. The more I sucked on him, the wetter I could feel my pussy getting. After a little while he pulled me up and pushed me on the bed. Within seconds my Chippendale had my panties off and my legs spread. The beauty and the anticipation already had me near orgasm as I felt his lounge stroke my clitoris. I shivered in anticipation and pleasure with such a beautiful man servicing me. Feeling intensity of my clitoral orgasm within seconds I begged to have Bobby inside me. Calmly and coolly my lover teased my outer pussy with his enormous black rod and I could feel my intensity building once again. As he finally entered my love canal I felt a fullness I had never experienced before. I was immediately in ecstasy with each thrust of his cock from the tip to his balls slamming into my vagina. The rim of his black cock had a large rim separating the shaft from the head. With very few thrusts I was in orgasm as I squeezed my legs around my lover hoping to never let him go. I was constantly between panting and moaning as my lover stroked my pussy as no man had ever done before. After over an hour of the bust fuck of my life I got to enjoy my lover's juices as he exploded his load and his seed deep inside my belly. Not wanting the private performance to end, I feel asleep in my lover's arms before enjoying two more incredible lovemaking sessions by morning. It was a night over 20 years ago, a night I will never forget, a night of which I still feel in my erotic dreams. My husband could never satisfy me like my Chippendale lover. Today I have a daughter in her 30s who is experiencing some of the same excitement with her black boyfriend. Often she shares her excitement and her satisfaction that she enjoys with her dark lover. After a recent tell all I confessed to her my amazing experience as a woman her age with a black lover more than 20 years ago. She told me that her boyfriend has an older brother who loves white women. I confessed that I didn't believe at my age that I could ever experience the intensity of lovemaking again. My daughter has set up a double date with me and her boyfriend's older brother to see what might happen. My panties are starting to get wet all over again in anticipation. I love private performances by beautiful black men.