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Wives on the Prowl 4

Michelle Prefers Black

Michelle had been content with her husband's four and a half inch cock
until she had gone to a Doe's party at the Foxes' Den, a male stripper
club, for her friend who was about to be married.

It was at the Foxes' Den that Michelle saw her first black cock.

The male dancer was as black as the Ace of Spades, a giant of a man with
the physic of a weight lifter. As he removed his loincloth Michelle
beheld her first length of prime blacksnake!

His cock must have been at least ten inches long, and he was only
semi-erect! Michelle had never suspected such monsters existed outside
of folklore after having to have contented herself with her husband's
meager four and a half inches all these years.

When the dancer had finished his routine he offered to allow ladies in
the audience to come on stage and have a closer look at his weapon.

Half-in-the-bag Michelle clamored up onto the stage with two other
girls. After a brief scuffle Michelle had the prize in her hand.

All the attention had brought the cock to its full potential and
Michelle marveled at the weight and size of it. Without regard for the
audience she took it into her mouth.

Loud cheers rang through the room as she attempted to stuff as much cock
into her mouth as she could.

God he was big, it was like putting the business end of a baseball bat
into her mouth. Michelle knew she could not suck him off as much as she
would like to, after all they were in public.

With her appetite whetted she returned home to her husband's pathetic
wiener.

Michelle attempted to satisfy her awakened sexuality with her husband's
little dick but it was useless. After having such a big cock in her
mouth however briefly she knew her husband would never be able to
satisfy her.

The Foxes' Den was reluctant to give her the big black bull's number but
when she convinced them she wanted to hire him for an event they give
in. Tyrone had agreed to serve her friends' drinks at her party for a
hundred dollars an hour.

Michelle invited the girls who had attended the Foxes' Den the night she
had taken the black cock into her mouth as well as a few of her other
friends who she believed were unaware of such monstrous cocks. She also
made the bold move of asking her husband to attend so he could see what
she was missing.

Forty-year-old Fred Elliot was surprised to see the gaggle of wives show
up at his door on the night of the big event. He recognized a few of
them as his neighbors' wives and a couple from their Bridge Club. He
could see the women were all excited and looking forward to a night of fun.

Tyrone showed up on schedule, before any of the guests had arrived.
Michelle had shown him through to their bedroom where he could prepare
for his fans.

Fred had been impressed with Tyrone's stature, as he had never seen such
a mountain of a black man up close. His muscular arms were well defined
and his ebony skin glistened on his shaven head. Fred mused what woman
could accommodate such a man?

The room was a din of chatter when Tyrone made his entrance. Fred sat
inconspicuously in the corner observing the activities.

Tyrone was wearing only a scarlet loincloth, barely sufficient to
conceal his manhood. As he walked Fred got glimpses of what lay beneath
and could not believe his eyes.

Could the black man's cock possibly be as big as it appeared to be?
Surely not, cocks that big were only attached to horses!

Tyrone was a hit and Fred saw hands slipping under his loincloth as he
served the ladies their drinks. Gradually the loincloth began to rise as
his tent pole grew in length.

At some point the loincloth vanished and Fred saw his wife holding
Tyrone's huge erection in her small white hands. While Fred watched
astonished Michelle took the enormous black bulbous head into her mouth.
The huge black member passed over her lips and slid along her extended
tongue. His wife was sucking the black bull's cock!

Michelle slurped on Tyrone's cock amidst the cheers of her fellow
cougars. Soon she was joined by a clash of other females wanting some of
the action.

Not to be outdone by the other cocksucking women Fred watched while his
wife lowered her jeans and panties. With her back to Tyrone she bent
over presenting her bare ass to him to use. Fred could not believe his
eyes as ten-inches of black cock disappeared between his wife's legs.

Tyrone held his wife by her naked hips and slid her on and off his cock
like he was fucking an old rubber boot.

Michelle was moaning in ecstasy and Fred saw a look in his wife's eyes
he had never seen before. She was going to cum with the black cock in her!

Fred realized the joy he had been denying his wife of over all these
years. Being a wise man her knew if he continued to deny her of her new
found bliss he would loose her. That he did not want to happen so he
decided to permit her to have large cock lovers hoping she would not
become emotionally attached to these Mandingos. Fred could not imagine
his wife falling in love with a black man but be satisfied with their cocks.

The thought of a black man filling his wife's pussy with black baby
batter excited Fred, his wife being a white slut for well hung home boys.




Michelle was overjoyed that night as Fred dipped his dinky into her
stretched pussy. Fred had told her how much he had enjoyed watching
Tyrone fucking her and how he wanted her to take other black lovers.
Michelle's husband was giving her a license to fuck black men!

Fred watched while the other women took their turn familiarizing
themselves with what they considered a biological miracle. Tyrone's big
black cock went from mouth to mouth, occasionally spurting a huge load
of his jism over some lucky lady's face. His neighbors started baring
their breasts in hopes of having the divine black cock touch them,
boldly offering their nipples to be anointed. Fred had never imagined
these normally conservative women could behave so shamelessly, they were
wives and mothers, members of the Home and School and adherents of the
church he attended.

After all had left Fred told his wife that he realized he had denied her
of the joy of a large cock over the years and wanted to make it up to
her. He explained he did not have the resources to pay for a black stud
to fulfill her needs but was willing to help her find a source for black
cocks willing to fuck her for their pleasure.

Michelle was overjoyed with her husband's acceptance of her fetish and
okay to go outside their marriage to satisfy the need he could not.

Michelle had heard of a local club where white women looking to be
picked up by black studs frequented. Fred was all in favor of her making
an investigative outing to this possible supply of what she most wanted.

Fred laid out the outfit for his wife to wear on her fishing trip. He
did not want his wife to look like mutton dressed as lamb but he wanted
her trashy enough to send an unmistakable signal she was there to get
fucked.

Michelle went to Soul City unaccompanied knowing a single woman had a
better chance of being hit on than one with a friend. She wore the black
mini-skirt Fred had laid out for her with the knee-high black spike heel
boots, sheer black thigh-high stockings and tight red cashmere pullover
accenting her full bust.

The dimly light club was disappointingly empty when Michelle entered, a
few regulars hanging out at the bars chatting up a solitary black
female. All eyes turned to check out the new arrival as Michelle
strolled over to a table on the darkest corner of the room.

The black bar tender came to her table and took her order returning to
the bar.

Michelle scanned the possibilities. The guys were all considerably
younger than her, early twenties to possibly thirties. There were four
of them, three light-skinned and one as dark as midnight. They were all
concentrating their attention towards the slender black slut seated in
their midst. Michelle thought she probably was a prostitute.

The bartender returned with Michelle's scotch on the rocks and asked if
she would like company? He told her the lads at the bar would like to
join her.

Her outfit had worked, Michelle smiled in their direction and raised her
glass approvingly.

Hastily the four bucks joined Michelle at her table to find out if she
was looking for black cock.

"What, all four of you?" she grinned in anticipation.

Fred was enthralled when he saw the taxi pull up and his wife get out
with not one but four black bucks. He knew he was in for a good night
watching his wife getting pounded into the mattress by not one but four
bulls.

Fred eagerly greeted the strangers assuring them he was looking forward
to seeing them servicing his wife's need for black cocks. Hurriedly he
showed them through to their bedroom.

Michelle had d***k enough liquor to remove any inhibitions she may have
had and began to put on an impromptu strip-show for her guests. First
she pulled the red sweater off over her head revealing her well-filled
red bra. As they watched she reached behind her back and released the
clasp allowing the tension to pop loose and she pulled the bra forward
letting her creamy white mounds to tumble out into view. Her delicate
pink rosette nipples measured three-inches in diameter.

Her hands went to the waist of her short skirt and loosening the button
she allowed it to fall to the floor around her ankles.

She now stood proudly before her lovers naked except for her
garter-belt, stockings and high boots. She wore no panties and her
freshly-shaven pussy was begging for black cock.

"Who wants to be first?" she challenged her partners who were standing
watching her undress while stroking their cocks.

Fred's cock was as hard as any of them in anticipation of seeing his
wife fucked by four horny black bastards.

Michelle threw herself across the bed, legs wide open, from her knees
down hanging over the edge of the mattress.

From their vantage point Fred and the black guys could see the pink
tissue peaking out from between her labia. A delicate curtain of flesh
circled the tunnel into her womanhood. Fred knew it was about to be
filled by a thick black monster.

One of the lighter skin guys approached her first holding his beautiful
hard erection in his hand. Fred watched intently as the smooth mushroom
head parted her open wormhole and begin to slither in. Michelle's eyes
widened as she was stretched.

Michelle had never realized how good a cock could feel inside of her;
her cunt was like a balloon expanding to accommodate whatever it was
subjected to. She groaned a groan of elation as the monstrous black cock
disappeared inside of her.

Fred had never seen his wife in the throes of such ecstasy as she was
with black cock in her. He was resolved that his wife would be blackcock
fucked by as many black bulls as they could meet. Never again would be
have to settle for his little wee-wee!


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Learning To Be A HotWife

One morning recently I was up before my hubby Jason who had pulled an
all-nighter editing a hot new video we had just shot the night before. I
was still feeling a little frisky from that shoot even though Id been
used every which way by a strong well hung military man (my contribution
to the war effort). While hubby slept in I intended to make some coffee
and perhaps sex with a hot BBC Id met on Karen Kays Korner in the Meat
Market. But my morning plan was foiled by an empty coffee can. No
caffeine buzz makes me a very cranky slut. My empty cupboard meant a
trip to our local coffee house where the beans are roasted dark and the
cinnamon buns are hot and sweetly frosted. So I climbed into a pair of
jeans, grabbed my keys and headed off for a pound of dark roast.

No surprise, the place was crowded with students and business folk and
hipsters so I got in line to place my order. A woman in front of me was
fumbling with something, and lost her balance which caused her to fall
back against me, and I in turn fell back against the person behind me.
But lucky for all of us, I appeared to have fallen into the arms of
Superman, I mean this guy stopped us all like a brick wall. And I
couldnt help but notice that he smelled incredibly good doing it. He
saved us from a nasty spill. I felt large capable hands steadying me
back on my feet. Finally I was able to turn around to thank him for the
save and found myself looking into the gorgeous eyes of an incredibly
hot black man with a great set of washboard abs pressing tautly against
a tight white T-shirt. It was lust at first sight! He was a poster boy
for the ultimate BBC stud! He held out a large hand for me to shake and
said, Hey, Im Ricky.


Im Jackie,  I said, not wanting to let go, ever. Thanks for the save.


No problem. Do you come here often? he asked, then seemed to blush,
embarrassed by the all too common pick up line. I put my hand on his
forearm as if to say, Any words out of your mouth are just fine with
me. But what I said was, It looks like Ill be coming here a lot more
frequently now. Too forward? Ah, come on, Im a total slut for BBC,
and this guy was the creme-de-la-creme. I had already decided that he
was my Everest and i just had to climb him.


Ricky seemed just slightly taken aback by my straightforward approach.
My next move was going to be to put my hand on his rock hard thigh and
grab for dear life, but it was my turn at the counter and I had to try
to remember why the hell I was in this bean joint in the first place




Ill take a pound of beans, please, I said, and a couple of those
cinnamon buns, too.
The teen Goth at the register, male I believe but couldnt swear to it
(since he was wearing a black jersey knit skirt with knee highs and Doc
Martens, black eyeliner and lipstick and his hair shoulder length in a
messy bob. But his voice was so deep, all man, a dead give-away. What
roastlight, medium, dark? he asked rather rudely.
Oh dark, as dark as you make it, I said. And a cup of coffee with an
add shot if you please.
He took my money then moved on to black Superman behind me, God, did I
want him behind me!
Luckily he ordered a complicated drink, some kind of mocha macchiato
latte thing with extra everything. I immediately fantasized dipping his
dick into it and slurping off the whipped cream. Is that so wrong?


So now we were both waiting again at the drink delivery station.


Do you live around here? he asked.


Not far. Wanna drink these delightful coffees at my house?


I swear, I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his gorgeous face
and bounce around the hardwood floors like a cartoon character.


I know Im a bit forwardbut


No! he said, cutting me off. I mean, yes, you are, but I like that in
a woman. Takes the pressure off, you know?


Well then, allow me to be totally candid. I whispered in his ear
Would you like to come over to my place and fuck me?


What was your name? Ricky asked, picking up his coffee.


Jackie.


Jackie, I would absolutely love to follow you to your house and fuck
you. Im supposed to be in class this morning but being in your bed
sounds like a much better use of my time.


I picked up my bag of cinnamon buns and we headed out to the parking lot.
By the way,  I added, Im married. My hubby is extremely understanding.

I got into my car and began scolding myself for not having ordered
another cinnamon bun. I mean, Im nothing if not a good hostess so I had
to offer one to Ricky, but I was really looking forward to that sweet
messy frosted confection! And thats when it hit me, the part where he
said hed cut class to fuck me. I had a tiny pang of guilt. Was I coming
between a college student and Chem 101? But the guilt quickly passed
when I looked in my rearview and there was Ricky, body extraordinaire in
a cute little red Japanese car following me home to my fuck pad. Maybe I
was corrupting a co-ed but come on, if you dont ask you dont get to
enjoy an exceptional specimen like Ricky.

We sailed into my driveway and I unlocked the front door then motioned
for Ricky to follow me inside. He grabbed my ass as he breezed past just
as a little reminder of why hed come. I liked it. It was a firm grab,
very promising. I was surprised to see that my husband Jason was up,
positioned on the couch with his laptop, already hard at work. I said,
Jason, Ive got coffee and a cinnamon bun.


I see you brought home more than breakfast, he said, eyeing Ricky over
his glasses. I could see how it might come off a little intimidating.


Yes, I did. Jason, this is Ricky. He saved me from a nasty fall at the
coffee shop.


So let me guess. You invited him home so you could give him a nasty
reward.


We all laughed, including Jason, which put an end to the tension.


Dont sweat it, Ricky, Jason said, I enjoy watching my wife being
pleasured by a young strapping stud such as yourself.

That seemed to be my cue. I set the cinnamon buns on the coffee table in
front of Jason then dropped to my knees in front of Ricky. He was
wearing a pair of nylon work out pants and I pulled them down revealing
what I expected would be a bountiful package. I was not disappointed,
but somewhat surprised. Ricky was wearing a tiny black thong and his
hard black cock was already straining it to its limits. I marveled at
his body for a few seconds then took hold of his dick and guided it
inside my salivating mouth. It tasted as good as it looked, and believe
me, it looked amazing. Hard as nails and beautifully ebony. Come to
think of it, his entire body resembled a Greek statue. And it flashed
through my mind that this was why the Greeks had believed that their
Gods walked among the humans, because who wouldnt want to fuck a body
like this???

After Id become intimately acquainted with Rickys hard cock, wetting
it down with my hot mouth juices, I led him into my bedroom where he
proceeded to remove my jeans with no hesitation. We both had a little
giggle over the fact that our thongs appeared to match. Next thing I
knew mine had disappeared and Ricky had me on my back, my legs spread
wide and he was making a meal out of my sopping wet pussy. Ricky looked
up at me, stopped just long enough to say, God, I love your pussy, it
tastes like ripe summer peaches . I could just eat you all day long.


In minutes Rickys expert mouth had made me come twice. Each time as I
came he made a Mm., sound. He looked up at me from my cunt and said,
Gotta fuck you now while youre good and wet. You ready for this big
black cock, baby?


In answer to his query I laid back on the bed, spread my legs wide and
watched him guide his dark meat to my pussy. He slid his cock slowly
inside me and I exploded again, a cluster of orgasms like fireworks on
the 4th of July, only so much better. Ricky slid slowly in and out,
allowing me to feel every jolt to my body. Then he started pounding my
pussy, showing no mercy for his new found white slut. He meant business.
I could feel his cock growing harder yet, as if that were even possible!
He turned me over and put me on top of him so I could ride him properly
like the fine stud he was. His entire body was one hard muscle but it
performed like a prima ballerina, such precision, such beauty. His hands
grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled me up and down over his throbbing dick.
As controlled as Ricky was, I could tell he was becoming engorged with a
hot load of jizz. I loved fucking Ricky but I couldnt wait for him to
shower me with his load. Watching a stud cum on me, or inside me, is the
ultimate conclusion to a great fuck, and I found myself eager to coax
that hot sticky load right out of him.

Im gonna spread my black seed all over your nasty little white pussy.
You ready to take it?


I nodded that I was.


What was that? I didnt hear you, my fine slut. You ready for my cum?


Yes! Oh God yes, I want it, now!


Do you deserve my black seed? Are you worthy?


What do I have to do to prove that I am?


Im gonna shoot a load for you, and then I want you to wear it all day
long. You put your panties back on and you wear my cum all day. You
understand?


It was an interesting request, one Id never had before. I liked the
idea. Wearing his cum all over my pussy all day long reminding me of
what a slutty little whore I really am.


Okay, I said.


Oh yeah, you gonna wear my seed all day long, just to prove you my
white whore. Mine. You ready? Cause Im gonna spray my seed on you,
right now.


Yes, yes, I want it now! I said, I could not wait to be marked his
personal whore.


Ricky came hard, painting my white skin with his hot creamy load. It
felt incredible, and I couldnt help myself, I had to rub my fingers in
it. But true to my word, I slid my panties on over his cum and felt the
wetness soak into my little black lacy thong. Ricky seemed pleased.

Before Ricky left he shook Jasons hand and said it had been a pleasure
meeting us both. I apologized for making him miss his class that morning
and he smiled. No worries, he said, you were well worth it, Miss Jackie.


I handed him my cinnamon bun as he walked out the door. Suddenly Id
lost my desire for it and I thought he could use a little sugar rush.
Ricky seemed happy to accept my parting gift. I closed the door and
turned to hubby. Wow, now thats what I call dark roast!
Hubby took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. My turn, was all he
said.
The thing I love best about being a HotWife is, you never know where the
day will take you.


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A Night Out Alone

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This is a re-account of the first time my wife had sex with another man
as best as I can recall. Keep in mind I'm not a writer. Just an average
guy married to an average MWF, house in the suburbs, career jobs and
kids. You get the picture. Even after begin married more than 15 years
my wife can still give me a rise. I think she's still a hot looking
woman. Nothing spectacular, just a good looking, well kept woman.
Anyway, it happen by complete accident or chance however you want to
look at it. We managed to get away for weekend without the kids.

Dropped them off with the grandparents and drove a couple hours to a
vacation town to a nice resort hotel. It was off season so it was kind
of quiet. Looked like mostly locals, snowbirds and business travelers.
Friday afternoon was great. Just kicking around. Hanging out at the
indoor pool. We had a nice dinner and a good time that night back in the
room. Saturday was about the same. Nothing too out of this world. Just
did a little sight seeing, window shopping and hanging out. That night
for dinner my wife brought out a new dress she got just for our trip and
WOW.

She looked hot! Probably not something she would have worn back home. It
was tight in all the right places and just enough leg showing. The
stocking and heels really set it off for me. We ate at the resort
restaurant then headed over to the bar to chill before heading upstairs.
She ordered a large margarita and I knew it was going to be a special
night. The bar was not full but not empty either. Mostly couples our age
or older, a few of the younger bar crowd and a few more business
travelers. My wife was catching some stairs that night but one guy
particularity was less discreet about it than anybody else. He as a good
looking well built black man.

A little younger than us, probably in his early to mid 30's and my guess
was part of the business traveler crowd. I couldn't say I blamed him,
she was looking very gorgeous that night. She mentioned him paying
attention to her and what could I say. I told her she still had it and
could pick up anybody she wanted. She looked at my kind of puzzled and
said "hall pass". I joked back and said, sure, why not.


?

Before I could say anything else she tells me she loves me and is
walking over to the black mans table. At this point I'm thinking wholly
shit, she's really flirting with another man. Then I'm looking at her as
not my wife but another woman in a bar in she's turning me on even more.
After a few minutes I'm thinking this has been fun and she is on her way
back to me at the bar but no. That's when my world spun upside down. I
turned around for a second tell the bartender yes to another beer. When
I turned back towards my wife she wasn't there. Neither was the black
man she had been talking to. I look over and there they are going
through the resort lobby headed towards the elevators. I'm frozen and
speechless now.

I see other people looking at my wife walking with the black man on the
way to his room and they know what is happening just as well as I do but
I'm dumbstruck. My brain is going 1000 miles and hour in 50 different
directions. What is she doing? I thought this was just playing around or
a joke? I never intended for her to go have sex with a black man.

The bartender brings my beer as I watch my wife get into the elevator
with him. She really did it. I'm now realize I'm sitting at a bar by
myself and everybody there just watched my wife walk out with a black
man to go have sex with him. I waited a little while but I felt like
everyone there was starring at me thinking, "hey dude, do you know what
your wife is doing right now". I paid the tab and went to our room where
my mind really went crazy. All I could imagine was my wife under this
big black man getting her brains fucked out. Could the people in the
room next to them hear them? Was he hurting her? Was she liking it? Was
I liking it. I was beginning to think so because I had a raging hard on
and had to whack off. I barely grabbed my boner and shot off the biggest
load I've had in years. I didn't want to leave the room because my wife
didn't have a key so I was hoping she would come there and not back to
the bar. I couldn't stand still. What was going on?

What was he doing to her? Almost two hours passed before she finally
came knocking at the door. Holly cow she looked like she had been
gangbanged. He hair was a mess with a wad of cum in it. Her stockings
were gone and she was carrying he shoes. She still had a sheen of sweat
covering her from head to toe. I was speechless but she wasn't. My wife
just blurted out how hot that was and started telling me how great of a
husband I am for letting her have this experience. How great it is we
have such a strong relationship that makes these things possible. What
was I to say?

What kind of schmuck would I be if I had any kind of negative reaction
at this point. I wanted to ask her what happen but she said she was
exhausted, buzzed and wanted to sleep. While she was taking her dress
off I nearly passed out when I noticed the cum running down her inner thigh.

OMG, not only did my wife just have a one night stand with a strange
black man but she did him bareback. The next day she was as happy as
could be and treated me like a king. She was reluctant to give me any
real details of what happen that night and she still doesn't share much
with me now when she goes on dates. Just like that first night my
imagination runs wild when she's gone and I can't want to see what she
looks like when she gets back


***************************************

A Wife's Night Out

He's trailing soft kisses up my cheek, to my ear.
"Sit on my face baby."
"We may have to put some towels down." I say with a chuckle.
"Then get the towel, I'm ready to taste you."
His tongue flicks out and he licks my ear then. I can feel his hair
tickling my exposed white skin. My nipples harden instantly, the soft
flesh gathering into tight peaks. I stand up and grab a towel to lay
down on the bed. With a smile, he lies down, fanning his hair out and
preparing himself to be soaked in my juices. He grabs my tits and
jiggles them, caressing them and kissing them. I see his cock hard and
throbbing making my mouth water at how big he is. We've fucked before,
and even though we weren't about to fuck, I always loved how he felt
inside of me, so deep and satisfying, my body was awash with anticipation!
After he's settled, I climb on top of him and straddle his face. He
encircles my big thighs with his arms and I feel him press his face into
me and take a deep breath. His warm tongue slides into my folds, tasting
me. I've been waiting for him to taste me all day! The naughty texts and
pictures had me insanely horny. My head falls forward, allowing my lips
to kiss the tip of his gorgeous cock. Eagerly I wrap my lips around him,
suckling on him, making him squirm beneath me.
I press my pussy to his face then, pushing his head back down to the bed
making him groan with pleasure. The feel of his hot mouth lapping at my
clit and pussy lips causes a sensation to grow deep in my belly. I feel
hot and my body begins to react. I grind my pussy on his face then I
feel him pressing deeper, smothering himself in my fat pussy. He taps my
thigh and I let him up for air.
"Goddamn, your pussy is so hot. I can stay down there all day!"


"Good, because I might not let you up!" With that he dives back in,
pulling a delightfully sensual moan from my throat. My hands then find
their way to his black cock, and it is solid! Thick and pink with the
blue of his veins pulsating along the shaft. I lick that vein from base
to tip, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick. He lifts his
hips up, offering his cock for my mouth. I take it with no problem. All
eight and a half inches down to the back of my throat!! He slides in
easy as I maneuver my teeth around him. His moan is primal as his face
is still buried beneath me. I pull back and spit on him, sliding it up
and down, making it nice and slick. I slowly lower my head down to the
base of his black cock. Pleasing him with my warm mouth. He proceeds to
fuck my face then, gently, but enough to make me gag, and I know how
much he loves that!!
He is ravenous about my pussy, just as I was gladly swallowing his huge
cock. We were tasting each other again, FINALLY, after so long... I
could feel the release coming then, I could feel it building within me,
his mouth felt so amazing, so skilled! He licks me everywhere, and plays
with my asshole, I shiver from the sensations. The orgasm that rips
through me makes me grow still, and my breathing heavy. But he does not
let me come down, immediately he is back to driving me positively wild.
I begin to fuck his face, grinding up and down on him with my pussy
grazing his chin, up to his nose. I could feel his beard tickling me,
his tongue hitting that sweet spot. My toes are curling as I take him
back into my mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of him hungrily
lapping me up and me moaning, growing closer and closer to another
orgasm. I knew where he was going to take me, up and over the edge like
he's done so many times before. He takes a moment to tell me to cum, to
"Let go, sexy." He wraps his arms around my ass holding me even closer,
I could feel his tongue inside my pussy and his thick black dick in my
mouth. And let go I did!
My body shuddered as a stream of my hot cum flows from me. Knowing that
he made me squirt with only my second orgasm kept me soaring and moaning
loudly. Cumming freely, I gushed all over his face. He drank from me,
like a puppy in his water bowl and I could tell he was close to his own
release. He began to fuck my face again, while I played with his balls
and asshole.
"Shit girl, you're going to make me cum."
I hold him deep in my mouth like a good girl, when I feel his body tense
beneath me. With a loud moan he leans his head against my thigh kissing
and biting me as he lifts his hips, pushing himself up, to shoot his
huge load right down my throat. I massage him with my tongue and hands
trying to milk all I could out of him. I feel that warm cum seeping from
the tip and I pull back so I could taste him on my tongue. Mm, delicious...
With shaky legs I roll off of him and look to see his face and hair wet
from my drenching him. His beard is soaked from my creamy pussy! I then
grab his face and plunge my cum-covered tongue into his mouth. He kisses
me deeply, and we taste each other. Sweet and salty and sated... We lie
down next to each other, feeling the wind from the open window blowing
across our sweat covered skin and all I could think about was how I
couldn't wait to fuck him again later!


**************************************

Office Fantasy

My wife is 42 and works part-time as a mental health counselor. Most of
the people she counsels are low income and have day jobs so she does
much of her work in the evenings. One night after her session she was
getting ready to lock up her office she realized she left her keys on
her desk and she bent over the desk to pick them up. She heard footsteps
behind her and before she could turn around she felt hands on her hips
and a black man's voice and as she felt him reaching under her to
unfasten her slacks she told him he couldn't do this saying, I am sorry
to do this Ms. Smith but I saw you bent over like that and I can't help
myself.

He said he had admired her for a long time and seeing her fine ass bent
over her desk was more than he could take. She recognized his voice as
Jake the janitor and she told him he couldn't do this, she was a happily
married woman. He said he was a married too but his wife had lost
interest in sex and gotten to heavy to be attractive anymore anyway. He
said besides she could go in the bathroom and clean up when he was
finished and I would never know it happened.

All this time he was unfastening her slacks and pulling them and her
panties down, he told her to just hold still and he hadn't had it for so
long it would just take a minute. He was saying what a fine white ass
she had as he was rubbing it and he heard him unzipping his fly. He told
her if she didn't enjoy it she could call the police and they could take
him away and if she did enjoy it nobody but him and her needed to know.


She felt him sliding the head of it between her pussy lips and she
couldn't help but get excited. He said he knew she had thought about
what it would be like to take a black man hadn't she as he pushed the
head of it in her, She said oh god no, I am a good Christian woman and I
love my husband. He told her he knew she did but she was going to love
his big black dick before he was done with her. He was pushing more and
more of it in her with each stroke and she knew he had to have been
huge, she couldn't help but moan with pleasure and he said he knew she
would like it.


?

She just moaned "oh god, oh god" as she felt the head of his huge black
cock pushing against the back of her cervix. He was almost lifting her
feet off the ground as he was driving it in her and he was saying he
told her it wasn't going to take long as she felt his hot cum being
forced out against the wall of her cervix and she couldn't help but
orgasm over and over again, She lay there still bent over her desk
exhausted as he pulled out of her and she turned around and looked at it
and it hung down halfway to his knees and now almost flaccid. She
couldn't believe she had just had all of that in her.


He was all apologetic afterward but told her he didn't believe she would
be calling the police would she. She just shook her head no as she
pulled up her slacks and headed for the bathroom.


When she got home I could tell she was flushed but upset and I asked her
what was wrong. She said she knew I was going to hate her but she had
just let a black man fuck her. She didn't know I had, had fantasies
about this for years, I asked her if he had hurt her and she said no and
then I asked her if she enjoyed it and she said she couldn't lie to me
she had. I told her I was glad and knew with my erectile dysfunction
problems and my pre-mature ejaculation she needed another man to satisfy
her and was glad she enjoyed herself. She couldn't believe I wasn't upset.

I asked her it was and she told me it was Jake the janitor from her work
and gave me the whole story while she was undressing to get a shower.
She said she tried to clean up at work but needed to take a douche. I
was wanting to tell her I would love licking the cum out of her pussy
but thought I had better not. I did get her panties out of the hamper
while she was in the shower, the crotch was soaked with his cum and I
couldn't help jacking off in them when she was in the shower.


While having dinner I suggested maybe we should invite Jake over
sometime. She grinned and asked if I would really do that and I said why
not sounds like you are both deprived and I didn't tell her I wanted to
see him put his big black cock in her.


***************************************

Office Lust

It was a typical Wednesday night. I was staying late at work to process
more rent payments that had come in today's mail. It always seemed that
around the beginning of the month there was so much to do and not nearly
enough time to get it done. As it was I was working off the clock
because there would be no over time approved for a while.

I said good night to each person that said it to me as they walked past
my cubicle to see me still working. No one said much of anything about
my being there, just good night and that they'd see me in the morning.
Just the same as always. No one cared what I did as long as my deadlines
were met and I didn't interfere with their own work load.

I heard the last few girls wonder out toward the time clock and figured
I was alone. After 6pm and alone in the office... now that had some
possibilities. I decided that since I was off the clock anyway I'd go
online for a bit. You know, take a bit of a break for myself. There was
this website I'd found where I could look at women being pounded by big
black cocks and I always enjoyed checking it out once in a while.

For about 15 minutes I watched the video clips and diddled myself at my
desk hoping to draw out my orgasm for a bit. So far, so good. Until I
heard the unmistakable sound of someone walking down the hall way. I
tried to close the window but as these things go it kept popping back up
more ads for similar sites and wouldn't even close the original site
until I had closed all the other windows as well. The last pop up was
just closing leaving only the original web page on my screen as he
walked up behind me.

Jay had always been one of my favorite people to work with. He was a
single, attractive man around 50 or so. One of those men that looked a
lot younger than his age and the physical job he had in the field kept
him in good shape. Jay was a man with a quick smile, gave bear hugs and
rarely criticized. He was, as I said, one of my all time favorite people
to work with.


	

	



But here he stood before me as I swung around to see a man that didn't
look all that different from himself pounding into a girl just as pale
as I was. His eyes skimmed down to notice my skirt hiked up a bit higher
than normal and my flushed face. I didn't even try to explain. Instead I
silently bit my lip and looked at the ground waiting for either his
temper at playing at work or announcement that I was as good as fired.
All it would take is a word to the computer guys to check my internet
log and I'd be toast. I just happened to know that without being
notified to do so they only randomly checked the system... as they
already had the day before.

When he still hadn't said anything at all after a minute or two I
glanced up. He was smiling that smile I normally loved but at the moment
was afraid of. Still I seemed unable to speak as he stepped into my
cubicle and like a child lifted me out of my seat and sat me on the edge
of the desk instead. I gasped at being lifted so easy and stared at him
in wonder.

Jay leaned in to kiss my mouth and without even thinking I opened for
him. It had been him that I was fantasying about to begin with. The only
man I'd ever truly wanted but never made a play for. His tongue reached
in to tangle with mine and I suddenly knew that my fantasy was about to
become reality. Still, I was afraid to say or do anything to ruin the
moment and so I gripped the edge of the desk with all I was worth.

His hands began to move and roam my body until they reached my fingers.
Gently he gripped my wrists and moved them to around his waist. "Touch
me," he whispered against my mouth. "I've always wanted you to."

It seemed those were the words I had been waiting for. Suddenly I was
all over him. His hands gripping and squeezing just as mine were doing
to him. I could feel his arousal through his work pants and knew that I
had to have him inside me. But it seemed he had other plans.

He backed up a step and suddenly the dress I had been wearing all day
was torn down the front. I'd never even realized his hands had gripped
the top of the fabric. This, however, just made me hotter for him. Jay
must have read it in my eyes because then his mouth and hands were
everywhere. I felt him on my neck, my breasts, my legs. His mouth made a
trek lower and lower until he reached the apex of my thighs. Noticing my
lack of panties and my shaved pussy begging for his attention he sucked
in a breath.

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I thought I heard him mumble
something but rational thought seemed to have fled. And then before I
could even begin to wonder what it had been his mouth was on me. I felt
his tongue and teeth working my clit while he jabbed two thick fingers
into me.

Glancing down between my legs and seeing his dark head between my milky
thighs seemed to push me over the edge quicker than ever before. But he
never leg go. I felt him licking at me lightly and drawing it out a bit.
And then finally I started to come back down. As my breathing returned
to normal he suddenly picked up where he'd left off. Apparently he
wasn't done with me yet.

I felt him add another finger, stretching me out and working me as I'd
never been worked before. It took a bit longer but again it was too much
and as his lips and tongue worked at my clit and his fingers pounded
into me I felt that overwhelming need to let go again. He must have felt
the change in my body because he suddenly bit down on my clit hard. It
was enough to send me over for the second time.

As I tried to get my bearings again he stood and stripped off his
clothes. It was then I noticed that he was very thick and at least 8
inches long. My mouth salivated and I started to lean forward. But again
without a word he pushed me back and waived his finger back and forth
telling me no. He kissed my neck again and whispered in my ear "This one
is all for you."

Then he was all the way inside of me. In one single thrust he buried
himself in me and filled me to capacity. I'd never felt like this
before. Jay gripped my hips to move me where he could work best and then
with my arms wrapped around his neck he was bouncing me up and down on
his massive cock. The feeling of being rammed was incredible.

Somehow I managed not to cum again right away. I still don't know how.
But he pounded me over and over his mouth buried in my neck and his
hands gripping my ass tightly. I could do nothing but hold on and enjoy
the ride of my life.

The familiar feeling of my impending orgasm began to take hold.
Everything in me beginning to tighten and squeeze. Jay murmured
encouragement to me until finally I let go with a scream. However, he
never stopped or even slowed. I thought he said "one more, just one
more," but I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that I was getting the
fucking of my life and I loved it.

But now after three incredible orgasms it seemed my body wasn't doing
what it should. I kept feeling the incredible sensation of his pounding
but nothing was tightening. Nothing was pulling me over the edge. I was
beginning to feel sore after the constant attention my pussy was
getting. However, when he stopped and lifted me off of him I groaned in
protest. I felt lost without his cock holding me in place.

Jay stood me on my feet and forced me to turn around. Then he pushed my
head down toward the desk. Again with no real warning I felt him enter
my wet cunt from behind. One hand on my hip and another pulling my hair
back towards him he began moving again. Somehow he seemed impossibly
deeper than before and the pain from pulling my hair was making me even
crazier for him.

And then it happened. I started to keen and couldn't hold back the
sounds my body demanded I make any longer. He realized I was beginning
to tighten around him and just as I went over the edge I felt his hot
cum spurt into me. Jet after jet of the hot liquid seemed to hit my
cervix and another mini orgasm shook my body milking him for all he was
worth.

When finally I slumped over the desk he left me only to return a minute
later. He had gone into the restroom and brought back some damp towels.
He sat me back in my chair and knelt on the ground to clean me up a bit.
Then after wiping himself off as well he kissed me long and hard.

Again I looked at him in awe realizing for the first time what I had
just let happen to me. Jay looked me in the eye before smiling that
smile I always loved. But this time it seemed even more personal. Even
more soft.

"Did you know I've wanted you for 7 years? I always thought you wanted
those young 20 or 30-somethings that I've always seen you with."

I shook my head. Finally finding my voice for the first time in over an
hour. "No. I prefer older men but I never thought you'd want me either."

He shook his head a bit at that. Then he kissed me one more time. "Next
time, we'll be somewhere other than the office. I promise." He stood up
and put his pants back on. "Oh, and I wouldn't look at that stuff in
here. They're thinking of checking the log more often. I'll make sure
tonight is ok on there though."

With that parting remark he finished dressing and walked out. It took me
another 30 minutes to dress, shut down my computer and leave. I was
still in a bit of a daze... but it was well worth it. Who'd have thought
the man I've wanted for so long felt the same?

And next time, I'll make sure he knows just how much I want him too.


**************************************

My Black Bull Michael

Ah. no work today. I have several days off after closing on one of my
biggest commissions ever. I love being able to work when I want, and not
when I dont.

So I met Michael for drinks after work a few nights ago, having texted
my husband a few hours earlier to let him know where Id be.

From my memory of what happened, still fresh in my mind kinda burned in
my memory, actually this will give you an idea of what Michael is like,
and why Im so intensely attracted to him.

After drinks, Michael being Michael wanted a blowjob. I would have
given him one right there in the bar if he had asked me to. But he had
other plans.

Instead, he had me walk with him to the parking garage. He had parked
way down on level E, where it was pretty much empty at that time of night.

Getting out of the elevator, we walked for a ways, around the corner. He
took out his key fob and hit the button. His car chirped in the
distance, the headlights flashing. It was Im guessing maybe fifty
feet away or something. It was far.

And then he stopped.

Give me your purse, and take off your shoes.

I did as he asked.

Strip down to your panties for me, and hand me your clothes.

I was reluctant, looked to my left and right, and behind me, to see if
anyone was around. The garage was silent, no one there except us,
although I momentarily thought about the likelihood of cameras.

I did as he asked. And he kissed me. Deep. Long. Sensuous.

It was a little cold, but not freezing. But still, not exactly
comfortable naked temperature.

He put his right hand on my ass, and his middle finger in the crack, and
pulled me close to him. Something I really love about Michael: the way
he kisses me like hes known me forever.

Then lowered his head to take my left nipple in his mouth, and gently
sucked on it. And nibbled. It was already hard from the cold.

I want you to wait here. Im going to walk over to the car. When you
see me turn around to face you, I want you to drop down to your hands
and knees, and crawl to me.

Yes, sir.

I didnt even think about resisting him. I didnt want to.

Now crawling on your hands and knees, on a cold concrete, for fifty
feet or whatever, isnt as easy as it sounds. And it hurts. I was
careful to keep my feet up so the top of my foot wouldnt touch or drag
on the floor, but my knees were screaming at me. Especially those
random tiny fucking rocks that dig in!

But I did as he asked.

When I was about half way there, my knees already scraped up and
hurting, Michael called out and told me he wanted me to kneel upright,
with my hands at my sides, and wanted me to do the last part just kind
of walking on my knees like that.

Ouch! Bastard!

With my full weight now on my knees, I knew they were really going to
get marked up and bruised, but thats what he wanted.

I did as he asked. Slowly. Carefully.


When I finally got to him, he was leaning against and sort of sitting on
his car.

I knew better that to just stand up without permission.

Thankfully, he motioned for me to rise up, but then told me to take off
my panties, and to stand up straight, with my legs together.

As I stood there in front of him, now totally naked, with my ankles and
knees together, touching, he not-so-gently put his hand between my legs.

I knew better than to open my legs for him. He had previously said legs
together, ankles and knees touching, and Michael is always very precise
in his instructions.

He put his hand just below my crotch, in the small space below, like a
knife through a crack, and moved his hand up to my vagina, and cupped
it, as if to protect it.

What kind of pussy do you have for me tonight, baby?

Tight and wet and creamy.

He put his finger in me. Then another one.

Do you get this wet for the niggers, too?

Now THAT question, and the language especially, kind of shocked me.
Michael doesnt normally talk like that. But I think thats also why he
said it like that.

Um yes, sir.

You been missing it?

Yes.

What are we going to do about that?

Let me have some?

You want some nigger dick, baby?

That word again! Yes.

How badly?

Pretty bad.

Youll do anything for it?

Pretty much.

You have someone in mind?

Yes, sir.

Who?

Johnny.

That man you call your black bull? That Johnny?

Yes.

What does that mean, exactly? This bull thing?

It means he fucks me really good. Like my husband cant. Pretty much
whenever he wants.

What like hes your stud, or something?

Something like that. Hes my bull stud.

You prefer fucking him over your husband?

Oh yes.

That was a quick answer. Why? Details?

Umm I love black cock better. Its just my thing. My nasty little
habit. Johnnys cock is nice and big and thick. Hes really aggressive
how I like. He fucks me really good. Always. He stays hard forever. He
can fuck all night. He makes me cum a lot. Hes mostly always available.

Why dont you like fucking your husband?

Well I love him but he has a really small dick. Way too small. He
always cums too fast. And goes soft right away.

Is your husband a cuckold?

Yes.

Because you made him one?

Yes. But he kinda likes it.

Thats because your husband isnt a man, is he?

Well, he is a man, hes male.

That doesnt make him a man. What is he? Whats that word you call him?

PussyBoy?

Yes. That. Is that a name you gave him?

Yes.

What does it mean?

It means that hes submissive to me. He attends to my pussy needs.
Pussy pleasure comes first. Lots and lots of oral sex. That hes my
cuckold. That he licks and cleans me up after.

After what?

After Ive been with another man.

Does he enjoy that?

Mostly. Not always. It depends.

Do you make him do things that he doesnt want to do?

Sometimes.

Why?

Because I enjoy it. I love to control him. I love the game. It makes me
feel powerful. Make him do what I want.

Like fucking him with a strap-on?

Yes.

How often do you do that?

He gets it a lot. A few times a week. I love fucking him that way.

What does it do for you?

Makes me feel powerful.

Do you realize that that makes him less of a man?

Yes. Maybe. Sort of.

Do you care?

No. I love him.

What does that make him?

My PussyBoy.

And you like that?

Yes. I love him.

But Johnnys the one that you like to fuck?

Yes.

So, do you want to fuck Johnny?

Yes.

How badly?

Really bad. I love the way he fucks me. I need it.

I might have some other ideas about that.

Like?

What if I lined up three black men to fuck you this weekend?

At the same time, or?

Same time.

I would love that.

Do you like it hard and rough?

Yes. And nasty. I like it kinda nasty.

Michael was digging his fingers into my cunt. Three of them now.
Occasionally rubbing my clit. He was trying to make me cum.

You like being a nasty girl?

Yes, sir.

Youre okay with me picking the men?

Yes. I trust you. I want you to pick them.

What if there were five of them?

Ummm that would be okay.

Or just one?

I like the idea of three better. Or however many you want?

Why?

I wanna be a whore for you.

You do?

Yes.

Why?

Because I know you like that. And I like it too. I want you to sell it.

Sell what?

My married white pussy. I want you to sell it to the niggers. Sell it
to whoever you want.

What would your husband think about that?

He doesnt need to know.

What if he found out?

Then hed have to deal with it. He knows Im not exactly Doris Day.

But you do kind of look like her. Sort of a combination of her and Kim
Basinger.

You think?

Yes, I do. Tell me, what if those men were mean and ugly and rough and
just out of prison?

That would scare me.

Would you want me there to protect you?

Yes, please.

Would you fuck them if I told you to?

Would they have nice big cocks?

The kind you like.

Then.. yes. Id do that for you.

All weekend, or just once?

All night. All weekend. Whatever you wanted.

What about your husband?

Hed have to wait for me at home. With his little dick locked up.

You like that idea, dont you?

Uhhhh huh.

You want me to whore you out, and charged those men money to fuck you?

That might be exciting.

What should I do with all the money?

You keep most it, as my pimp daddy. Give me some, just a little, to buy
perfume and lipstick or whatever. And ummm maybe give my husband like a
dollar for use of the marital pussy.

The marital pussy? I like that. Funny girl.

Thank you, sir.

What if I took you to a glory hole somewhere, and made you suck cock
all night?

I would do it. But I might also be a little upset with you for waiting
this long to take me.

I love your sense of humor, baby.

Thank you, sir. But Im kinda serious about that.

Oh you are?

Yes.

So you want to experience that?

Yes. I have before. Twice.

When was that?

A long time ago. In college.

Does your husband know about that?

No.

Youve never told him?

No.

Why not?

Theres lots he doesnt know. He doesnt need to know everything.

What about now, regarding what youve done since youve been married?
Does he know everything?

He does mostly. But not quite everything.

You keep secrets from him?

A few things, yes.

You like keeping secrets from him?

It can be exciting. It depends on what it is. Nothing that would hurt him.

Like what percentage of things does he not know?

He knows most things. Just like maybe ten percent he doesnt. Its like
my ten percent rule. Every girl is entitled to keep ten percent secret.

I like that rule.

Me too.

Do you want your husband to know everything that you and I do together?

Mostly I do, yes. I know it will make him feel more comfortable about
me seeing you.

What about your ten percent rule?

Well, theres that.

So ten percent of whatever we do together is just our little secret?

That would be fine. I like that.

What if I thought it should be more like fifty percent?

Id say lets start with ten percent and see how it goes.

Good idea.

Thank you, sir.

Theres a lot Id like to experience with you.

And me with you.

What are we going to do about your black cock addiction?

Feed it. Let me have lots of it. Lots and lots.

How often do you want it?

Every day. I want it every day, daddy.

Michael had been fingering me the whole time, opening up my cunt for
him. Every now and then hed put his fingers up to my mouth, or his, for
a taste. I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but he was going to make me
beg for it.

Its not always going to be Johnny. And youre not always going to get
to pick the guy.

I know that. Im okay with that.

You sure?

Yes. I want you to pick the men that fuck me. I want you to control that.

Maybe Ill take you down to Compton this weekend, and have you walk the
street for me. Work the corner. With the other whores.

That would scare me.

In a mini skirt. High heels. Low cut top. Pretty white girl in Compton?

That would be exciting. But way scary.

Michaels fingers were getting me close. Getting me close. Almost there

Would you do it if I required that of you?

Would you be there to protect me?

Yes.

Okay.

If I got you a cheap roadside motel room for the night?

Then thats where Id fuck them. For money. As long as you were there
to protect me.

You look so beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

You like to suck cock, baby?

You know I do.

How much?

A lot. Its one of my favorite things to do. My special talent.

How old were you the first time?

Pretty young.

How young?

Really young.

How young?

Like eighth grade.

Thats really young.

I know.

Did you enjoy it?

Mostly.

Drop down to your knees, baby. I need you to pull out my cock and take
care of it for me.

I was glad he got off the subject of my first blowjob. I didnt really
want to get into that whole subject with him in an underground parking lot!

Yes, sir.

I did as he asked. My knees were scraped and scratched and bruised as I
kneeled in front of him. I hated that he stopped fingering me and hadnt
made me cum yet, but I did as he asked.

His cock was super hard. Throbbing. Like a hot piece of meat. Hard!

Michael isnt as big as Johnny, who is nine inches and as thick as a
beer bottle. Michael is more like 7 or 8, but nice and thick. Its a
nice one, sorta banana-shaped. Johnny is circumcised; Michael is not.

Michael always gets me so incredibly hot. His voice. His looks. His
intensity. I was dripping wet. My juices were literally running down my
legs. Its like my cunt was steaming creamy hot.

Michael was like: I can smell your cunt, baby.

Do you like that?

Yes. I love your scent.

Good. Now that you have me all natural, I think my scent is stronger.

I like it that way.

I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but I could tell he just wanted his
cock sucked.

He lasted for a really long time. Fifteen minutes about, maybe? It was
long time to be on my knees on the concrete.

Twice during I heard moving cars, but he didnt really seem to care. And
I knew better than to stop without permission.

I had thought the whole time that he wanted to fuck me. I wanted him to.
That he just wanted his cock sucked first. But then the way he started
fucking my face, I realized he wanted to finish in my mouth. In any
other circumstance, I would have stopped and made it clear to my partner
that I wanted his cock in me. I would have just climbed on it, or
whatever. But not with Michael. I knew better than to stop sucking.

After he came in my mouth in thick hot spurts Michael pulled me up and
hugged and held me for a long while. And kissed me. He joked that my
mouth tasted like cock.

Im sorry, daddy. Ive been a bad girl.

And with that he told me to stand up, put on my panties (he handed them
to me from his pocket) and instructed me to get in the car so he could
drive me to mine, which was on a different parking level.

Inside I was like What!! Are you fricking kidding me!! You fucker! You
bastard! Asshole! Thats it? Youre not going to fuck me? Im not going
to get to cum?? What the fuck??

But I knew better than to say anything, question him. He had his plan.

But I did say to him I could go home with you. Id love to sleep with
you tonight.

Not tonight, darling. You need to be with your husband tonight.

On the way, he told me that he wanted me to drive home like that, naked,
wearing just my panties.

Dont go in through the garage. I want you to use the front door. And
knock, dont use your key. I want him to see you like this. Have him
give you a bath and take care of your knees.

Yes, sir.

Now, why dont you send him a text right now to let him know youre on
your way.

Yes, sir.

When we got to my car he handed me my clothes, my shoes, and my purse,
kissed me, I got out of his car, and he drove off.

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Secrets of a dating wife

By Vicky

Once I got past the idea that my husband was a pervert or something
because he wanted to share me, I agreed to give him his wish that I have
sex with a black man.

That was a wonderful first experience and I still treasure the memory of
that evening and the sensitive, gentle and understanding man who guided
me through my nervousness and fear. If he had not been so good for me
then, I may never have wanted to try it again.

After that first time with a black man, I admit that I was anxious to
try it again. I was a little fearful that my husband would have
fulfilled his fantasy by my first adventure. Now that I had experienced
a different man after all those years, I wanted more. So when my husband
asked me about two weeks later if I wanted to try again, it was hard for
me not to be too eager!

That was the beginning of my new life. I have had regular "special black
friends" since then. As time has past, it has become easier for me to
spot men who might be interested in me and then I decide whether to
flirt and see what happens!

I could not help but notice how hard my husband would get when I
returned from being with a friend and started to tell him what naughty
things I had been up to. That was really important to my husband,
hearing everything.

Also important to him was helping me get ready for a date. He would buy
me sexy things and want me to wear them. He would want to help me shave
and would tell me how to fix my hair and what earrings and jewelry to
choose. One night, he selected a red bra and white panties when I wanted
to wear the matching white bra under my white blouse. I must have been
short with him and told him to let me pick what I would wear because I
saw the hurt look on his face and a sad look in his eyes.

I stopped right there and hugged him hard and tightly. I told him I
loved him and asked whether he wanted me to wear another top because I
knew the red would show through the white. He changed attitude
immediately and agreed that I should change the top. So I got a dark
blue top that worked with the black skirt and he was very pleased. To be
honest, that was when I realized that what I wore on one of my dates was
more important to my husband than it was to the man I was meeting.




Since then, I have let my husband pick, with my contribution being maybe
some suggestions for possible combinations. This has worked out much
better. He always asked me  yes, every time!  what my date thought of
my outfit. So I always ask my date what he thinks and then remember to
tell my husband. Every black man has said something nice about my attire
or has said that he wants to get me out of it as soon as possible. My
husband loves either response!

That is another thing I learned. I tell my husband everything as I
remember it. I have a girlfriend who is also shared and she makes up
wild stuff to tell her husband. I do not embellish or try to make up
things to please him. That way I get the facts straight as far as I
remember them. The truth is erotic enough to make my husband very happy!
It is also more believable than made up stuff.

Now that I have started having sex with black men, it is important to me
that I get to keep having other men. Therefore, it is important to me to
keep my husband happy and involved, as he is when he helps me decide
what to wear. Trial and error has also let me find some other things
that really get my husband going. I want to suggest them to other women
and ask if you have found things that you could share with me that I can
try with my husband.

First, one day I was running late at work and realized that I would not
have time to stop and buy condoms before I needed to be home to get
ready. I figured that the man would have some but it was a first date
so, to be sure, I knew that I needed to bring my own protection. I
always stress to men that I want to be on the safe side but a few do not
come prepared. I did not want to take a chance.

I was reluctant to call my husband and ask him to pick up some condoms.
But I did. I was tentative about asking and he said that he could sense
my girlish shyness and that he was only too happy to help out. He asked
if he could select the brand? I asked what he knew about them (we don't
use them) and he said he thought the brand I was buying was adequate for
World War II soldiers on leave but not for me. He reminded me that there
are websites selling exotic condoms and he wanted to get something close
to that type. I agreed and was just getting out of the shower when he
came in, proud of his purchase. We shared a good, long kiss and he told
me that he wanted a product appraisal when I got home!

My date that night did have his own but I asked him to try the ones my
husband selected. We both liked them! My husband could not wait to hear
about the condoms when I got home. Since then, I have also sometimes, if
my date is willing, knotted up a condom and brought it home for my
husband's inspection. He loves that and sometimes comments on the amount
of cum inside. I tell him whether that was the man's first orgasm of the
evening.

Another thing that an emergency helped me find was the time my car would
not start and I needed to drive across town to a motel for an evening
with a black gentleman friend I was seeing at the time. I asked my
husband if I could take his car but he needed it to run an errand. I
said I would call my friend and see if he could pick me up. My husband
said he didn't think it was a good idea to have me maybe seen being
picked up or dropped off later. He volunteered to drive me to the motel.
I wasn't sure that was a good idea but I was running late and agreed.

He was real quiet on the drive and when we got there, I could see that
he was aroused. I saw my friend's car and looked for our signal. He
would have the draperies closed but a magazine or newspaper propped up
between the drapes and the window. I saw the paper and said, that's the
room. I kissed my husband goodbye and told him I loved him. I said I
would call when he should come get me. He had a sort of almost
zombie-like look on his face and said OK. I got out and went to the
door, looked back, knocked, and then looked back again when the door
opened and my lover for the night stood smiling. I waited a few seconds,
just smiling and saying hello, before I went in. I figured maybe my
husband would get a look at my date.

When I telephoned to be picked up, my husband just burst out and told me
how he had been so excited after seeing the room I would be in, and
getting a glimpse of my date, that he could not wait for me and had
jerked himself to satisfaction a few times. I loved hearing that!

I made sure my date left the room before I did. He really thought it was
incredible that my husband would drive me to and from a motel to meet
another man! I waited in the lounge for my husband. He was so hot that
we stopped on the way home for a bit of fun!

Later, on other dates when he dropped me off, I realized that he might
like to pick me up at the room. The first time he did, I waited and did
not straighten the bed or room. When I heard the knock, I opened the
door wide and watched him look over my shoulder at the bed, which was
very messed up! His jaw dropped and he walked in, touched the sheets and
looked in the bathroom at the towels. He checked the wastebasket. He saw
two used condoms there. He was in heaven and we slammed the door shut
and he took me right there, on the bed I had just shared with my date.
It was one of our hottest sessions! We have repeated it many times.

These are things I have found that keep my husband's interest and
involvement in my dating. I realize that it is my responsibility to
serve my husband's emotional as well as physical needs in this lifestyle
because he is really part of every date I have with another man. He
started me on this path for needs of his own and now I have found my
needs. I need to keep his needs always in my mind.

If anyone has additional things to try, I would like to know because my
husband is very good about wanting to experience new things on every
level he can. Me too!


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Tender pain: First time cuckold



My friend at work told me this:

'My wife stayed late at work one night several weeks ago and then went
to dinner with a black co-worker. After a few drinks and munchies, he
suggested that he'd rather have her for dinner than anything else.

She showed him her wedding ring and told him that she couldn't do it.

He asked if she wanted to have sex with him.

She said maybe she did but couldn't because she did not want to be
unfaithful to me.

He dropped the topic for a while and they ordered dinner. As they
finished their meals he asked if she wanted to be his dessert.

She told him that she was flattered but said again that she couldn't be
unfaithful.

He said that if I knew what they were doing and gave permission, then it
wouldn't be unfaithful. Many husbands like the idea of their wife having
sex with another man, he said.

She laughed at his idea and asked how to accomplish that.

He said to call me and ask my permission.

She laughed again and after he kept insisting, she took his cell phone
and called me.


Hubby loves to lick my pussy when I come home after a date

I answered and asked when she would be home. I should probably mention
that she had called me before leaving the office to tell me that she was
going to get a bite to eat with a male co-worker before coming home.

She said that I wouldn't believe why she was calling. Her co-worker
wanted to have my permission for her to be his dessert. She told me that
she knew it was dumb and that she had told him she couldn't be
unfaithful to me but that he kept insisting that she call me and ask.
She said that he figured that if I gave my permission, then there would
be no question of being unfaithful.

I thought about that a second or two and couldn't really work it through
my mind because I was so startled by the whole conversation. I asked her
what she wanted to do?

She asked what I meant?

I asked whether she wanted to have sex with this guy.

There was a pause and I heard her breathing or blowing softly into the
phone.

Then I heard her say 'I guess so.' There was a long silence before she
spoke again: 'I mean, if it's all right with you.' Then after another
pause she said, 'But you do know that I love you, I really love just you'.

Another long pause followed. Then in a low, almost muffled voice she
said 'I mean, we've sort of talked about it. Maybe this is the
opportunity to try it and see what we think.'

I was stunned. Here was my wife calling from some restaurant to tell me
that she wanted to go to bed with another man.

She was right: We had talked about it and visited this site but it was
not something I really thought that I wanted. Now she was telling me
that she wanted it.

I was still having trouble working it through in my mind and I heard her
ask if I was still on the line.

"Yes," I whispered.

She said that she was sorry if I was hurt or anything and asked what I
wanted to do.

I remember telling her that I guessed that it wasn't so much what I
wanted but what she was telling me that she wanted.

There was a long pause. I waited for her to say something, anything. She
was silent except for the breathing sound. Then I figured that she might
do it anyway, without my permission.

'I guess it's whatever you want to do,' I whispered. 'You are there and
I am here. So it's what you what, isn't it?, I asked.

She asked, 'Are you sure?'

I said 'yeah'.

She breathed into the phone and finally I heard her say, 'Well, OK
honey, I'll be safe and careful. Don't worry. I'll be home in a few
hours then.'

I told her I loved her.

'I love only you, darling,' she said softly. 'This will just be a little
fun, a little sex, nothing more.' Then she told me she loved me for
allowing her such freedom and that she really appreciated the trust I
had in her.

She concluded by saying 'Nothing between us will change, I promise you,
honey. It will just get better, OK?'

I said 'OK' and listened as she hung up.

Four hours later she was home. She was a little drunk and clearly well
fucked. She told me right away that she had never dreamed what would
happen at dinner and never expected to have me give my permission. She
said she expected me to put an end to it right off.

I could see that she was sort of making it my fault. I asked if she was
glad that she went through with it.

She said that she was so long as I was not upset or hurt. She also said
that she was glad I had given permission because she enjoyed the night.

That was obvious, I told her.

She asked if I was jealous and said not to be. She assured me that I am
a better lover than he is but that it was still exciting to be with
another man. She said it was good for her ego to know that he found her
attractive.

She volunteered to tell me everything, step-by-step, as she could
remember. Wow! That took the rest of the night. We had some really hot
sex many times during the night and both called in sick the next morning.

'I feel strange to admit it,' my friend said, 'but I really did get
enjoyment out of knowing that she was out with another man and was
having sex with him. I confessed to her that I was proud that she was
attractive to another man.'

She has continued to see him, with my encouragement. Our sex life
together has improved markedly so I really should not complain,' he said.

I still get a jealous feeling sometimes but that jealously is really the
most tender pain any man can feel.


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Motel Slut

It was six thirty when we said goodbye. I drove around doing some
errands. Put gas in the car. Wandered along and then decided to go home.

She opened the door for me wearing a simple dress. No stockings, no
extra makeup, nothing betrayed the afternoon encounter with the stranger
in the motel room.

We kissed as we always did and went to the living room. She continued
with something in the kitchen. We did what we always did, our daily
routine. It seemed familiar and natural but for the knowledge that
something had happened. I did not even have a ny sexual feelings and
neither did she show any signs of sexual intent.

We had dinner quietly making small talk. neither one of us seemed to
want to be the first to broach the subject. We even began to feel a
little awkward as bedtime approached. I lingered longer in the shower,
she wanted to finish reading an article in a magazine. but going to bed
was inevitable.

Once in bed I made the first move that took a lot of effort and I could
not figure out why.

She seemed stiff as I tried to pull her closer.

'How would you feel if I did go through with an afternoon of hot sex,
like we were talking about the other night?' She asked in the darkness,
her voice even but the rhythm stunted. She was nervous.

A new turn of the game, I had not expected it this soon.

'I don't know it depends...' I tried to actually think now what I would
feel if she told me she had met someone.


'I met someone today...., the pause betrayed tension and effort to
phrase it, 'a man' she said finally.

'Who, what happened?'.

My heart began to beat faster as the roles were being defined in new ways.

'I met him at the bar of the shopping centre, we had a drink together.'
She stopped at the drink. She said nothing more. She kept silent, she
did not want to reveal the rest unasked. I was being dared to ask.

'Did he make a pass at you?' I asked the most naive question that could
be asked in the circumstances.

'Actually he invited me to a motel room, a motel like the one in the
magazine, the one near the motorway intersection'


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Breaking In A New Wife

I arrived at the club just after 9 oclock. The place was already pretty
crowded, so I headed straight for the bar. My stomach was in knots and I
needed a drink to settle my nerves, so I ordered a Long Island iced tea
and started drinking it quickly.

Within a few minutes the action was picking up. I was approached by a
seemingly nice guy. We chatted for a few minutes, but I soon realized he
wasnt the one. He was almost too nice, and I wanted to feel dirty. I
wanted a bad boy. Several more men approached, but none of them fit the
bill. I didnt know exactly what I was looking for, but I knew I would
know, when I saw him.

The one good thing about all of these men hitting on me was the free
drinks. I was feeling pretty tipsy, and was getting rid of all the guys
that didnt tickle my fancy, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned
around to see a rather large black man looking at me. He asked me if I
wanted to dance. Without hesitation I said, Yes.

He led me out to the dance floor, and, just as we got there, a slow song
came on. So we slow danced. He introduced himself as Kendall, and we
talked while we danced - the usual ice breaking conversations. He was an
excellent dancer and an even better conversationalist. After the song
was over we went to a booth in the back of the club. Soon we were
talking like we were life long friends.
I dont know if it was the drink, or me needing to talk to someone, but
I felt completely at ease talking to him. Finally, he touched my wedding
ring and asked if my husband minded that I was out dancing with
strangers. I sighed and said, No, and it doesnt matter.

Kendall sat there for a moment, and then just took my hand into his. He
slowly stroked it, and without saying a word, I knew he understood
everything, including why I was there. After sitting in silence for a
few minutes, I stood up and took Kendall by the hand. Where are we
going? he asked. Your place, I said.


Kendall paid the tab, and we got in his car. It was only a ten minute
drive, and we soon arrived at his place, which was nice and well
decorated. He obviously had good taste. Kendall put on some music and
sat on the couch. I sat next to him. I started lightly rubbing on his
chest, but he stopped me from doing it. He took my hand in his and
looked me in the eyes. Lynne, I want you to be sure of what you are
doing. I want to have sex with you, but only if youre sure you want this.

I was surprised by this. I didnt know that a man could question free
sex. This reassured me even more. He was the man and now was the time. I
stood up in front of him, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the
floor. Standing in front of him with no bra and only wearing panties I
looked at him and said, You may want to have sex with me, but I want to
fuck you.

He leaned forward and took my breast into his mouth. As he was licking
my tits and rubbing his hands all over my body, I grabbed his head with
one hand and his hand with the other. I guided his hand across my ass,
up and down my thighs, between my legs. I was getting hot, and drove his
mouth deeper onto my tits. I started to moan and grind against him, and
could feel my crotch getting wet, and he could too.


After several minutes of this I stood him up. As he stood we kissed
deeply. The more we kissed, the hotter I got. I unbuttoned his shirt and
slid it off his shoulders, without ever breaking the kiss. He had a
great chest, it was broad and strong. I then slid my hands down to his
pants and undid them. Still kissing, I pulled his pants down and felt
his cock through his underwear. When I first felt it, I gasped. It was
HUGE. I had to see this thing.

I got down on my knees and pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang
free and I was amazed at what was before me. It had to be 10 inches long
and almost as big around as my wrist. My first impulse was to take it
into my mouth, and thats exactly what I did.

I always had a great fondness for blowjobs since high school, but this
was different. I wanted that thing as deep in my throat as it would go.
There was no slow sucking. I dove onto it. After about 30 seconds, I
took both of Kendalls hands and put them on the back of my head. He
immediately began guiding my head. I wanted to be sure that this was the
best blowjob he had ever had. I began to take more and more of him and
he began to drive my head harder. We had a fast and furious pace going.
The more I took, the faster I went, and the faster I went, the more he
force fed me his cock.

There came a point where it wasnt a blowjob anymore. I was being face
fucked and I loved it. I felt him begin to tense up and knew that he was
about to cum. I always swallowed , and with Kendall I wanted it all. As
I felt him getting close I went harder and faster. I grabbed his ass
with both hands, just to be sure he didnt try to pull out. A few
seconds later he was dumping massive amounts of cum down my throat. I
never broke rhythm and eagerly swallowed every drop.

As his dick was going limp, Kendall stood me up and led me to the
bedroom. When we got to his bed he turned me around, slowly slid his
thumbs into the waistband of my panties, then ripped them off of me in
one quick motion. I dont know why, but that was the ultimate turn on
for me. I was about to be had by a large, attractive black man and I had
never wanted anything more in life than to be fucked by him.


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He laid me on the bed and spread my legs. He slowly starting licking my
slit and I immediately went into orgasm. It wasnt an earth shattering
one, though there would be several of them that night. It was a good one
though. My pussy was now soaking wet, and he hadnt even touched my clit
yet.

He kept licking very slowly at my slit and I felt another orgasm coming
on. Just as the orgasm was hitting, he took my clit into his mouth and
started sucking on it just like giving it a blow job. I lost it at that
point. I started to spasm with a violent orgasm. The more I spasmed, the
harder he sucked on my clit. It was the most incredible orgasm I had
ever had.

Once it had passed, Kendall stood up and rolled me over onto my stomach,
then brought me up onto my knees. Finally I was going to get this
massive cock into my pussy. He slowly started rubbing his cock against
my dripping pussy and I was squirming. I kept trying to buck backwards
to get his cock inside of me. He was doing a masterful job of teasing,
and he knew it. Finally he said, Tell me what you want. Fuck me, I
said. He pretended like he didnt hear me, What did you say?

Fuck me! With that he plunged his cock into me with everything he had.
I screamed with pain and delight. I was so wet that most of it went in
on the first thrust. He pulled back and thrust in again and buried his
cock up to the hilt in me. He was reaching places in my pussy that I
didnt know existed. I was amazed that a dick could make me feel like
this. He slowly pulled all the way back out and then began to slowly
long stroke me. Each stroke was wonderfully slow and long. He would pull
all the way out then slowly rebury his cock in me up to his balls.

He steadily began to pick up the pace. Each stroke was a bit faster than
the last. With each stroke, I felt another massive orgasm building
inside me. With each stroke I pushed back against him a little harder to
bring on the orgasm. Suddenly he began to pound my pussy at an
unbelievable pace. The only way to describe it is a power fuck.

The sensation of the furious fucking, along with the sound his body
slapping onto my ass with every stroke was too much. I began to tremble
with oncoming orgasm. I realized that with every stroke I was saying,
Yes, yes, yes. Just as the orgasm hit me, Kendall spread my ass cheeks
and stuck his thumb into my virgin asshole. With his thumb in my ass and
his cock pounding my pussy I lost all control. The orgasm was so intense
that I literally collapsed down off of my knees and flat onto the bed. I
may have even passed out for a few seconds from orgasmic euphoria.

After I started to regain my senses, I noticed Kendall was lying on the
bed beside me, with a grin on his face. I looked down and saw his cock
was still rock hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him on
top of me. Fuck me with everything youve got, I told him. I want you
to use me up then dump every drop of cum inside me, and look me in the
eyes while you are cumming.

Without saying a word he got on top of me and drove his cock straight
in. The doggy style was for me and my orgasm, this was for him. He began
to fuck me at a furious pace. I felt like I was being jack hammered but
I loved every second of it. After a few minutes, he slowed down and
pulled me to the edge of the bed with his cock still deep inside me.

He stood up and raised my feet up to his shoulders. I had never been
fucked in this position before and it was an incredible sight to look
down across my stomach and pubic mound and see his cock pushing in and
out of sight inside of me. The contrast of my pale complexion and his
dark skin was erotic art at its finest.

I felt him begin to tense up and I pulled him back down on top of me.
Look me in the eyes, was all I could manage to say. He settled back in
on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him and locked my feet
together. I wanted us to be completely together when he came. Less than
a minute later he grunted and let loose a torrent of cum deep in my
pussy. This instantly set off another powerful orgasm in me. Without
realizing it, I bit down on his right shoulder and dug my fingernails
deep into his back. Both spent and exhausted, we collapsed in the bed
and drifted to sleep.

By dawn we had fucked twice more, but my night was over. I had to get
back to my life and leave the fantasy behind. I got dressed and asked
Kendall to take me back to my car, because I had to get home. After a
few seconds of thought, Kendall asked if he could call me sometime.
Without even thinking about it, I said, No.

He looked confused, so I tried to explain. Kendall you are wonderful,
but I am married. This was about sex. I wanted to get fucked rotten by a
stranger and you were it. Im sorry if this hurts you, but thats the
way it is.

We rode in silence for the rest of the way to my car. As I was getting
out of his car, another impulse hit me. I turned to Kendall and said,
Im sorry if I was rude, but I had to be honest. Now Im going to be
honest again. Id like to have your phone number in case I want to see
you again. I had a great time with you, and the most incredible sex of
my life and I may want to do it again. But it will have to be on my terms.

He thought for a second, then wrote his number on a piece of paper and
handed it to me. I leaned back and gave him a kiss then we said goodbye.


************************************

First Interracial Seeding

My husband had long wanted me to have sex with another man and finally
after months of persuasion I gave in to his desire. He brought his black
friend Andrew home one night to our home. I was in the living room
wearing no bra and no panties under my dress.

Andrew started the night off playing my breasts squeezing them and
pinching my hard nipples. I felt very excited and thrilled having
another man other than my husband touching me. My pussy began to get
really wet and horny. I took off my dress and was soon fully naked
before him. I was soon stroking his hard cock and from his facial
expression I could see he loved what I was doing to him. His hands
traveled down from my breasts to my wet pussy and soon he had his
fingers inside me wet pussy.

I closed my eyes savoring the delights he was giving me and I groaned
and moaned in pleasure . My husband knew that I was ready to take
Andrews black cock in my pussy and he led us both to the guest room . I
lay down on the bed with my legs wide opened as Andrew shoved his hard
cock into me . I had my orgasm almost at once as he started to pound me
wet pussy . Orgasms after orgasms followed and I found it so exciting to
have sex with another man for the first time in my married life.


My husband was in the too watching his wife cum over and over like a
whore and I knew he was enjoying the sight of another man taking me. I
wrapped my legs around Andrews waist as he rammed his black cock deep
into me. He stayed hard a long time and after almost an hour of
wonderful sex he shot his hot sperm into my willing horny womb. My body
went into sexual convulsions with the entry of his sperm into my womb
and I screamed out in delight.

When he pulled his black cock out of my fucked pussy I could feel some
of his sperm oozing out. The sight of creaming cum flowing out of my
fucked pussy was too much for my husband and he mounted me and shoved
his cock deep into me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I kept
having orgasms over and over and when my hubby unloaded his cum into me
I was in heaven This was the first time that I have the cum of two
different men inside me.

This episode was to change my whole life as far as sex was concerned. My
desire to have sex with other men seemed so natural to me now and my
husband was delighted that I felt this way. Later I took on many other
lovers and even strangers and my sex drive seemed to be insatiable. But
that is another story altogether.


*************************************

Fantasy Night Black Bull

Bonnie was bored. Actually, Bonnie was beyond bored. She was ready to
scream and start breaking things just to have something to do. The house
was clean, the laundry was done, folded and put away. That night's
dinner was even done, or at least in the crock pot cooking. It was only
ten in the morning and all she had to look forward too until jack got
home was a bunch of idiotic TV shows. Every day it was the same. She
felt like an animal in a cage. She was stuck in the house, her only
outside activities the Tuesday and Thursday afternoon card games and the
Monday night that Jack insisted that she should go out with her girl
friends. The card games were with a group of women who were just as
bored out of their skulls as she was and the only thing they did was sit
and bitch about their husbands. The Monday night out with the girls was
a joke and all it did was frustrate her. It didn't matter if she went
out alone or with a bunch of girls the outcome was always the same. She
would get hit on which made her horny and then she went home to a
sleeping husband. She sometimes wondered what would happen if she did
have a fling on one of her nights out. She had been tempted a time or
two, but she couldn't bring herself to give in to the temptation. She
loved Jack, had loved him from the first second he had approached her
with his shy smile and introduced himself. There had never been a second
of doubt that he was the man for her. So certain had she been that she
gave him her virginity on their second date. But as much as she loved
Jack she felt that something was missing from her life, from her
marriage. She and Jack were in a sexual rut. The same positions, the
same foreplay, the same words, the predictability of how Jack would act;
it was almost as if he were programmed. She enjoyed sex with Jack, but
lately it seemed to lack the fire of their early years together. Still,
another man was out of the question - except in her fantasies of course.

Because of all her free time Bonnie watched a lot of soap operas in the
afternoon and she fantasized about being fucked silly by some of the
handsome male stars. One of her few secrets from Jack was the large
dildo that was in her panty drawer. It had been given to her as a gag
gift at her bridal shower along with a note that said, "For the times
you are alone." She had been using it a lot lately, an awful lot. But
even fucking herself with a fake cock while fantasizing it was some
handsome stud was getting old. Lately her fantasies had taken a
surprising turn. She had been thinking a lot about black men. It was
surprising in that she was Southern, born and bred, and from a family
that was as racist as it was was possible to be. To her folks Blacks
were 'mud people' and had been put on Earth for the sole purpose of
serving the white race. That it wasn't so was due to the fact that the
misguided beliefs of Northern rabble-rousers and flaming liberals had
upset the natural order of things.

"Don't you ever forget that Bonnie Sue. They are animals and it don't
matter what you do to dress them up, they are still animals. You can put
lipstick and a dress on a pig, but it doesn't change the fact none that
it is still a pig. The same thing can be said about niggers. Teach them
manners, give them a good education, give them a good job and a fine
place to live, but they are still niggers."

So how in God's name had a girl brought up as she had been come to be
fantasizing about black men? Was it because she had been brought up to
think of them as nothing more than animals? She had seen animals mate
and they fucked in a frenzy until they were spent. Is that what it was?
She wanted a mindless, frenzied fuck that would leave her exhausted and
satisfied? Then of course there was what was said about the size of
their cocks. She had heard - what girl hadn't - about how well hung
black men were. Was that it? Did she want a piece of meat as big as her
dildo and figured she could only get it from a black man? She had no
idea what triggered the fantasy, one day it was just there. She
remembered the day clearly. She had just showered and was lying on her
bed fantasizing about Brad Pitt and using her dildo to get herself off
when suddenly, from out of nowhere, a huge black man had entered the
picture. He shoved Brad out of the way and grinned down at her and then
he had grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up to his
massive erection. He forced his engorged cock into her mouth and then he
had held her head in both hands and had fucked her face. In real life a
cock that large would have choked her to death, but in her fantasy she
had handled it easily and then she had orgasmed as she fantasized that
the huge Negro pumped his cum down her throat. Since that day it didn't
matter who she started out fantasizing about it was always a huge Negro
who finished her off. Maybe she needed to see a shrink.

Bonnie didn't see a shrink, but she did mention it to her best friend
Jean over coffee one morning.

"Hell sweetie, I'm no head doctor, but it is pretty obvious what is
going on. Your sex life has gone stale on you and your subconscious is
telling you to try something different."

"I couldn't do that. I couldn't possibly cheat on Jack."

"Maybe, maybe not; there is no telling what you might do under the right
set of circumstances. Maybe all you need is a little teaser. You know,
some necking and maybe a little touchy-feely."

"Touchy-feely?"

"You know, let a guy feel you up. Maybe even give a guy a handjob out in
the parking lot while he plays with your tits or fingers your pussy. You
don't really have to go all the way, just tease and play a little. Get
yourself so hot and bothered that you go home, wake up Jack, and then
fuck his brains out."

"No way I could do that Jeanie. I love Jack, I really do, but something
is lacking; something just isn't there anymore."

"Well then what you need to do is come right out and tell Jack that. Let
him know how you feel."

"I could never do that. I couldn't tell him that I'm getting myself off
with a rubber cock instead of his. He would just tell me that there was
nothing wrong with him so it must be my imagination."

"Bonnie sweetie, you're just bored. Shit, for that matter so am I.
Damned near all my married friends are too. Donna told me the other day
that she is thinking of taking a lover because all Bill does is spent
two minutes getting himself off and then he rolls over and goes to
sleep. From what I hear Mary has all ready gone and done it; gotten
herself a lover I mean."

"So what are we supposed to do? Just sit around and be bored to death
for the rest of our lives?"

"No sweetie, we can do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Next Monday night lets you and me find us a bar with a band and let a
couple of studs hit on us. We can play around a little and see where it
leads. Maybe all you need is to see that you are still desirable. Let
some dude go gaga over you; do a little dancing and some touching and
feeling and see what it does for you."

"Oh no, I couldn't do something like that."

"Why not? You don't have to fuck the guy, just dance a little, maybe
swap a little tongue, just something to make you feel better about
yourself."

The more Bonnie thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her.
What the heck, she was going to be going out Monday night anyway, so why
not?

"Okay, I'll do it."

Jean smiled to herself as she thought, "You certainly will sweetie, and
I know just the place to take you." She said, "Wear something sexy
sweetie and I'll pick you up at seven.

Jean watched Bonnie as she came down the front porch steps and shook her
head in disbelief. "You call that sexy?" she asked as she pointed to the
shapeless and drab outfit that Bonnie was wearing.

"No, but I couldn't very well leave the house dressed that way. Jack
would be too curious. Pull around the corner and stop and I'll walk back
and get the bag I packed out of the garage. We'll have to stop somewhere
so I can change."




Jean pulled around the corner and a couple of minutes later Bonnie came
back carrying an overnight bag. Jean drove to the near by Conoco station
and waited while Bonnie went into the bathroom to change. She came out
five minutes later in a short skirt, low cut blouse and high heels.
"That will fire the boys up for sure," Jean said as Bonnie got back into
the car, "That outfit will get you fucked in a heartbeat."

"Now Jeanie, you know that isn't what I'm after." Maybe not thought
Jean, but it's what you are going to get.

"You can't be serious," Bonnie said to her friend as she looked around
the place. The place had a band and it was jumping, but she and Jeanie
were the only two white faces in the room.

"Of course I am sweetie. We have to check out that recurring fantasy of
yours, don't we?"

"But I can't. I mean I couldn't possibly ..."

Whatever else she was going to say was lost when a large black man came
up to them and took her by the arm and said, "I've saved a good spot for
you lovely ladies" and he started to lead them to a table just off the
dance floor. Bonnie looked wildly around and saw Jeanie two steps behind
her and wearing a great big smile.

"Here you go Jean, I saved you the best seat in the house. The first
round is on me."

"Thanks Leon. We'll have Margaritas."

"You got it babe, see you later."

"You know him?" Bonnie asked.

"Yep."

"He knew we were coming?"

"Yes he did sweetie."

"But why? Why did you bring me to a place like this? There aren't any
men here, just blacks."

"Don't let them hear you say they aren't men. I wouldn't be able to get
you out of here alive."

"You know what I mean. We were supposed to go some place where we could
have a few drinks, dance a little and maybe flirt with some guys."

"We'll get all that right here sweetie. I'm betting that you will be
asked to dance before the drinks even get here."

"But I can't. You know I can't. Why did you bring me here?"

"I couldn't resist sweetie. I know your past and all about your Southern
upbringing and when you told me about your fantasies of being taken by
blacks I knew that I had to bring you here just to see how you would
react. Don't look over your shoulder, but your first caller of the
evening is about to arrive."

Nervously Bonnie looked over her shoulder to see a huge black man
approaching the table. He must have been six feet four, his head was
shaven and he had large gold earrings in each ear. She looked back a
Jean and said, "Maybe he's coming for you."

"No way sweetie. They know me here and they know that I'm Leon's private
stock."

"You and Leon? What are you talking about?"

"Later sweetie, we'll talk later."

The large black man was now at the table and he said, "This her Jeanie?
You were right, she is choice. Come on Miss Bonnie, let's dance" and he
took her by the hand and literally pulled her up out of her chair.

Bonnie looked back at Jean in a panic as she was led away. Jean smiled
at her, "He's just a man sweetie, and you know how to handle men, right?"

When they reached the dance floor the man pulled Bonnie into his arms
and said, "My name is Jamal and it is my intention to make this a night
you will never forget."

Bonnie didn't know what to say, not that it would have mattered. Jamal
had taken charge of her and deep down inside she knew that whatever she
said or did wasn't going to matter to him at all.

The night became a blur for Bonnie. When Jamal didn't have her on the
dance floor he was getting her another drink. He didn't ask if she
wanted another, he just got her one. When he wanted to dance he just
took her hand and led her meekly out to the dance floor. When he wanted
her to drink he handed her one and said, "Here, drink this." And through
it all she was very aware of the large bulge that Jamal kept pressing
into her and in spite of herself she began to wonder if it was really as
big as it felt. Jean had disappeared. Bonnie had last seen her following
Leon through a door. It was just her and Jamal at the table and she knew
she was in over her head. She desperately wanted to leave, but Jeanie
was driving and Bonnie hadn't brought enough money for a cab. She
couldn't call one and have it take her home and wait while she ran
inside to get the fare. My God, what would Jack think if he saw her
dressed like she was after seeing her leave the house in that old
shapeless sack dress. No, she was stuck here until Jean was ready to
leave. Jamal interrupted her thoughts, "What you thinking about Miss
Bonnie? You afraid to be here all alone with us savages?"

The question caught her by surprise and the answer to Jamal's question
flashed across her face before she could get control of herself.

"Thought so" Jamal said. He grabbed her hand and led her away from the
table, but instead of heading for the dance floor he headed for a side
door. It led out to the parking lot and once outside Jamal spun her
around to face him. He took her head in his hands and held it while he
mashed his mouth down on hers. His tongue forced it's way into her mouth
and he pushed his huge bulge into her leg. His tongue was probing,
searching, and she knew she needed to gain some control of the
situation. She felt that if she kissed him back he would back off a
little and give her some breathing room, some time to think of a way
out. She gave him a little tongue, but Jamal wasn't going to back off
anytime soon. He was going to fuck this married white woman senseless
and then send her home to her little dicked hubby. She'd be back. Yes
indeed, in less than a week she'd be back.

When Jamal finally broke the kiss Bonnie took a hurried breath and tried
to pull away from him, but he wasn't having any of that. He held onto
her with one large hand while he freed his cock with the other. He then
pushed Bonnie down onto her knees in front of him. "Look at it. You been
wondering all night if it was real and now you know."

Bonnie was mesmerized by the column of black flesh that bobbed up and
down in front of her. It was the blackness of the thing that held her
attention, not the size. In looking at Jamal's cock she realized that it
wasn't any bigger than Jack's, but it had seemed so much bigger when it
was pushed into her. Was it just her imagination at work brought on by
the black/white taboo thing? Without thinking Bonnie slowly began to
lean forward toward the cock that was dancing in front of her. At the
very last moment sanity returned, "This is wrong" she thought, "This
would be adultery and she tried to pull back and stand up, but Jamal
held her down and said, "Oh no Missy, Not until I'm done with you."

"Let me up please. This isn't right, I don't belong here."

"Bullshit! This is just where you want to be. A white woman, and a
married white woman at that, doesn't come down to this part of town
dressed like you are unless she wants some black dick."




One hand went to the back of Bonnie's head and held it firmly as Jamal
pushed his hips forward and his cock head pushed at the little white
housewife's mouth. Jamal pushed hard at Bonnie's lips, but she kept her
jaws clamped tight. "Open your mouth bitch," Jamal snarled, and when
Bonnie didn't comply he reached down and pinched her nose. Needing to
breathe Bonnie opened her mouth and Jamal rammed his cock into Bonnie's
open hole. He thrust forward and both hands clutched the back of her
head as he began to face fuck her. Bonnie felt the head of Jamal's cock
push deeper into her mouth and she relaxed her throat muscles the same
as she did for Jack. She knew that her only way out of this situation
was to give Jamal what he wanted. She would suck his cock and then when
he relaxed she would get the hell out even if she had to walk home. Her
mouth closed around the black cock and she began to move her head back
and forth.

"That's it white girl, that's the way to do it. Suck that black sausage.
God baby, that feels good. I may just make you into my full time slut."

Bonnie suddenly felt a sense of pride. This huge, threatening Negro was
actually under her control now. She could make him putty in her hands
using no more than her mouth. Big, bad nigger was no more than a
pussycat once you had control of his dick. She smiled as she started
using a little tongue action and thought "I'll reduce this big
motherfucker into jelly." Her soft red lips began making love to Jamal's
black pole. Her loins began to tingle as her own sexual appetites began
to come to the fore. Bonnie gobbled, swallowed and licked and Jamal
moaned in pleasure and the more he moaned the hotter Bonnie got. Her
hands reached up and she took his ball sack in one hand and she gripped
it hard. She wanted to suck his cock now and she was going to hold him
close until she was finished with him. She started face fucking herself
with his cock as she thought to herself, "Cum damn you, cum and let my
mouth suck your balls dry."



Bonnie was grunting now as Jamal hunched forward trying to sink every
inch of his cock into Bonnie's hot, tiny white mouth. Bonnie was sucking
hard when suddenly the full force of Jamal's ejaculation hit the back of
her throat. For just an instance she was revolted at having a nigger cum
in her mouth and then she had to swallow his discharge or choke. Her
body was on fire and suddenly she wanted this black bastard to fuck her
like the nigger in her fantasy did. She dropped one hand to her pussy
and she began to finger herself as glob after glob of Jamal's thick
sperm made it's way down her throat and into her belly. She pressed a
finger against her clit and that was all it took to give herself an
orgasm. Jamal's cock began to go limp in her mouth and surprisingly she
didn't want the feeling she was having with this black to end. "No, no,
not yet" she thought, "not yet," and she licked Jamal's cock and kissed
it lovingly in an effort to keep it hard. Stay up damn it, stay hard she
thought and she worked a hand into his pants and gently squeezed his
balls. His prick gave a small lurch and she let go of his balls, her
fingers found Jamal's asshole and she pushed a finger in it. Jamal's
cock jerked in her mouth and she felt it begin to swell. Grow damn you
she silently screamed as another climax hit her. Bonnie wanted more, a
whole lot more. She hadn't felt this sexually alive in her life. She
couldn't believe it. A black man, lowest of the low according to her
parents, was turning her on like she had never thought possible.

Jamal's cock was growing in her mouth and she redoubled her efforts, but
suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "No!" she protested and
Jamal laughed, "We ain't done yet you little slut" and he picked Bonnie
up and set her down on the hood of the closest car. He pushed her so she
was lying on her back, reached under her short skirt, grabbed her thong
and ripped it off of her. Taking her by the ankles he pulled her toward
him until she felt the knob of his hard cock against her pussy lips,
"Ready baby? Ready for what you came down here for? Is my little white
married lady ready to become a slut for black cock?" Jamal slammed into her.





She had gotten so wet sucking him that he slid right in and Bonnie's
body began to feel alive as her pussy throbbed around the cock filling
her hole. God, but she felt so wicked and excited. It was just like her
fantasy. He was taking her, not asking, just taking her, and it was
outside where anyone could walk by them and see and the thought of that
gave her a small orgasm. Jamal felt it and said, "Oh ho, the white slut
likes having this black cock in her." He began slowly fucking her and
she moaned and Jamal laughed, "That's it my little white whore, shove me
you like it" and as he picked up speed and rammed his cock her Bonnie
screamed, "Oh shit!" and her legs came up and locked around him.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" came out of Bonnie's mouth every time Jamal
slammed into her. Her body was on fire and she wanted the feeling to
never go away and then she came. Her body thrashed, bucked and heaved so
wildly that she caused Jamal's cock to come out of her. "No!" she cried,
"Put it back in, put it back in." Jamal lined it up and shoved it in
hard and Bonnie climaxed again. She screamed again as she thrashed
around on the cock she was impaled on. "Don't stop, don't stop, please
god don't ever stop," she cried as she clawed at Jamal's shoulders
trying to pull him closer. Jamal rammed her as hard and fast as he
could. This white bitch had him hotter than he could ever remember and
he wanted to shoot so hard into her that his cum would squirt out of her
ears. He slammed into her repeatedly as she moaned, "Yes, yes, yes," and
clawed at him. Finally he had to let go and he shot burst after burst of
his hot cum into the willing white whore. And she was a whore now even
if she didn't know it yet. She would be back and he knew it and if Jamal
wasn't around she would spread for some other brother. Jamal pulled his
cock out of Bonnie, tucked it away and walked back into the bar leaving
the thoroughly fucked young white housewife lying on the hood of some
one's car, cum leaking out of her pussy and glistening on the paint.

"Why did you do that to me? I thought you were my friend."

"I am your friend sweetie," Jeanie said. "Didn't I manage to get you the
best fuck of your life?"

"I don't understand. You know about my upbringing. How could you know
that and take me to that place?"

"Because I knew that was what you wanted."

"Never! Never in a million years could I have wanted that."

"Deny it all you want sweetie, but you wanted it. You told me about your
fantasies of being taken by a big black man. Do you know what a fantasy
is? It is something you really, really want, but haven't got the nerve
to really do. You are my friend so I arranged for it to happen. I told
Jamal about your fantasy of being taken and so he took you. You can deny
it all you want sweetie, but I watched the whole thing from Leon's
office window as you went wild on the hood of that car. You loved every
second of it sweetie, every last second, and you would still be there if
it was humanly possibly for Jamal to stay hard that long."

"You set it up? You told Jamal about me?"

"Jamal and a few others."

"A few others?"

"Sure sweetie, I had to find just the right guy for your first time."

"My first time? You sound like you expect me to do it again."

Jean gave a little smile and shrugged.

"Just how did you become involved with those people?"

"Just lucky I guess. I had a flat tire in front of the bar and Leon saw
me trying to mount the spare and he came out and helped me. Then he took
me into the bar so I could wash my hands. He offered me a drink and the
next thing I knew he had me on my back on his desk and was fucking the
hell out of me."

"That's it? You just casually decided to fuck a nig...black man?"

"No, not really. Leon just happened to be in the right place at the
right time. I thought Frank was fucking his drop dead gorgeous secretary
and I decided to take a lover to get even. Leon just got lucky."

"Was he? I mean Frank. Was he really fucking his secretary?"

"No. It turns out that he was just working long hours trying to earn a
promotion, but the end result was the same - I wasn't getting laid enough."

"How long has this been going on?"

"About six months now."

"Six months and you never let on?"

"How could I? I knew your background and I was afraid that you would
stop being my friend if you knew that I was getting steady injections of
hot black cock."

Bonnie just sat there and stared at her friend, amazed at what she had
just learned.

He recognized her as soon as she came in the front door. He saw her
stand there nervously and survey the room. He smiled in
self-congratulation because he had known she would be back. Well, it was
time to find out if he'd been right with his other guess. He walked up
to her, "Hi Bonnie." "Oh, hello Leon. Is Jamal here?" "No, no he isn't"
and he reached out and took her by the hand, "But I can see to it that
you get what you need" and he led her toward his office. The woman
glanced wildly around, but meekly followed along. Jean was going to be
pissed because Bonnie was her friend, but business was business. Jean
was too strong willed to let herself be turned into merchandise for his
better customers, but this one would do nicely. His cock swelled as he
thought of looking down on her as she lay, legs spread, on his desk. He
was going to make some good money off this one, a lot of good money.


**************************************

HotWife Night Out

She spun around in front of me and asked, "How do I look?"

"Stunningly beautiful" I replied and it was the absolute truth. She was
even more beautiful than she'd been on the day I married her. My cock
was rock hard and it had been for two days, but I couldn't touch her,
not yet, that was the agreement. I'd watched her dressing and the slow,
sensual way she had done it had me ready to climb walls, (which is why
she had done it that way - she wanted me to suffer). She had turned
putting on her white nylons, garter belt and four inch "fuck me" pumps
into an exquisite reverse strip tease and when I'd said nothing she'd
stood up and walked by me with a slow sensuous walk until she got to the
bed. Turning, she had looked at me and raised an eyebrow and when I
still said nothing she picked her wedding dress up off the bed and
stepped into it.

"You will have to zip me up," she said and with trembling fingers I did
so. Next she picked up the veil and put it on. She looked at herself in
the mirror and then turned to me and said, "Are you absolutely sure that
this is what you want?"

There was a fraction of a second where I almost said no, forget it, but
it passed and then she said, "Last chance. Once I walk through that door
I won't turn back." When I said nothing she said, "So be it!" and she
walked out of the room. I followed her down the stairs and to the front
door and watched as she opened the door and walked down the steps to the
waiting chauffeur driven limousine. She never looked back.

Where it came from or how it got started I don't even remember, but I'm
one of those guys who have always fantasized about his wife being bedded
by other men. It was a personal fantasy and one that I'd never mentioned
to my wife. I fed the fantasy by reading magazines that carried stories
and letters about wife watching and whenever Claire and I went out I
would notice how other men looked at her and I would imagine her with
the man or men who were looking and I would get a hard on. When I was
home alone I would read the stories and letters and masturbate while
looking at a picture of Claire and imagining that it was her that the
story was written about. It was my fantasy and Claire was never supposed
to know about it, but one day when I wasn't at home the belt on her
vacuum cleaner broke and she needed a screwdriver to remove the cover
and replace the belt. All of my magazines were in my toolbox in the
garage and Claire found them while looking for a screwdriver. If it had
just been the magazines Claire might have paid no attention to them at
all, but on top of the stack was the picture of her that I used when I
was fantasizing. The photo had been taken one night after a drunken
party several years ago when Claire was really feeling no pain. It was a
Polaroid and it showed a naked Claire lying on the bed with her legs
spread wide and her hands cupping her tits.


	

When I got home I found Claire sitting on the couch reading my magazines
and she looked up when I came into the room and said, "I'm having a hard
time trying to decide which of these turns you on. Is it wife swapping,
butt fucking, girl/girl or boy/boy sex, or is it the wife watching? Is
that it? I know it's not this one about the innocent white wife being
gang fucked by black men" and she threw the magazine at me.

I winced when she said what she said because I'd been raised in the
South and while not a rabid racist, I was against the mixing of the
races and Claire knew it. She was very liberal and she could not
understand how I could have black friends, but feel that way about mixed
couples.

"So is that it?" she said, "You look at this picture" and she held up
the Polaroid, "And see some big black dick pounding into my white pussy?"

I did the only thing I could do when she got like that - I left the room.

Half an hour later I was in my home office working on a business
proposal when she came in, "I'm sorry," she said, "I had no business
going off on you like that, but I would like to know what's up with
those magazines and why you had my picture with them."

So I told her about my fantasies and the whole time she just sat there
and listened. When I was done she said, "I never would have guessed that
about you. Were you ever going to ask me to actually do it?"

I told her no, that it was just a fantasy. I might have been wrong, but
I thought I saw a trace of disappointment in her expression. She told me
that some of the stories excited her and she asked me if I would give
her the magazines when I was done with them. For the next couple of
months she read every one of them and a couple of times I noticed her
fingers stroking her breasts or pressing against her crotch while she
read. The thought entered my mind that maybe, just maybe, she was having
a few fantasies of her own. The more I thought about that the more I
thought that I might just have a chance at seeing my fantasy come true
some day. I started dropping little hints and eventually I got around to
asking her if the idea excited her in the least little bit. Big mistake!






"What do you take me for, a slut? Do you honestly think that I'd let
some stranger paw my body just so you could get your jollies watching?"

"Oh give me a break" I said, "I'm watching you finger and caress
yourself while you're reading the magazines, so naturally I'm interested
in what you are thinking."

She said, "I told you that some of the stories excite me. That doesn't
mean I've become a slut."

I backed off in a hurry and another month or two passed by, but every
time I saw Claire reading my magazines I thought about her actually
making my fantasy come true and I guess it showed on my face. One day
while she was reading the latest issue of one of my magazines she caught
me watching her and she threw the magazine down, "Am I going to have to
look at that expression for the rest of my life? Is it really so
important that you actually watch me give myself to another man?"

The expression on my face said it all.

"You really do want to see me do it, don't you? Just fantasy isn't
enough for you any more. You're not going to be happy until you see me
fucked by another man, are you? Until you see my lips around his cock,
my fingers playing with his balls? Are you going to let him have my ass
too? Want to see his long, fat cock slowly disappearing in my shit hole?
Christ! I ought to do it just to teach you a lesson."

My expression must have said, "Yes, yes, teach me a lesson," because
next she said, "If I do this for you it will be on my terms and no,
absolutely no arguments from you, understood?"

I couldn't believe it. Claire was going to make my fantasy come true,
something that I never really expected to ever happen. But the joy
cooled off a bit when she laid down her terms. It would be one time
only, she would pick the man, the time, and the place and I couldn't be
there. I started to protest that last, but she interrupted me, "I said
no arguments. I don't think I could do it with you standing there with
drool running down your chin. I'll see if I can't arrange to have it
videotaped, but if I can't you will just have to settle for licking the
other man's cum out of me while I tell you about it."

At that exact minute I would have agreed to anything and so I did. Which
is why I found myself standing on my front porch, on our tenth wedding
anniversary, watching my wife being driven in a chauffeured limousine to
the man who was going to fulfill my fantasy.

It was almost 9a.m. the next morning and Claire was not back yet. I had
expected her around two or three in the morning, but when she'd not
shown up I had no idea of who or where to call to find out if she was
all right. I thought of calling the police, but what could I tell them?

"My wife has gone off to fuck another man and she's not home yet. Can
you help me find her?"

No, I didn't think I could do that. I was making my twenty-fifth trip to
the front door to look outside when the limo pulled up in front of the
house. Claire got out, a little unsteadily, and started up the walk. The
black chauffeur made as if to help, but she waved him away and he got
back into the limo and left. I opened the front door and held it for her
as she came into the house. She was a mess. Her wedding dress was
covered with stains, the veil and train were ripped and torn and covered
with stains, which I assumed, were drying cum and there were love bites
on her neck and dried cum in her hair.

Claire turned to face me and said, "Kiss me" and when I hesitated she
stepped to me and put her mouth on mine. Her tongue slipped into my
mouth and she gave me a very passionate kiss. She pulled back from me
and said, "Did you taste it? Did you taste the cum that was in my mouth?
And then she laughed and said, "God, I should have let you push me into
this a long time ago."

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom where she pulled off her
dress and then turned to face me. There were hickeys all over her
stomach, breasts and thighs and there was dried cum everywhere. On the
inside of her right thigh there was some fresh cum running down the
inside of her leg, like it was just leaking out of her. Her panties were
gone; her nylons had runs and ladders and there were even dried cum
stains on her high heels. She sat down on the bed, looked at me and
said, "Time to do your part" and she fell back on the bed and spread her
legs wide to expose her cum soaked pussy. I dropped my bathrobe and
started to stroke my cock but Claire said, "Oh no. Not yet. First you
have to suck all the cum out of me baby, that was the deal."

I usually didn't mind performing oral sex on Claire, but I had a hard
time putting my face into the cum soaked matted mess that was between
her legs. Claire noticed my hesitation and said, "I did my part of the
bargain, you had damn well better do yours if you ever expect to fuck me
again."

I forced myself and as I began licking her slit she told me about her night.

Claire had called one of her single girl friends and told her what she
wanted to do and asked if her friend could help set her up with a
suitable man. Her friend told Claire that she was being stupid, but she
finally agreed to help. Claire had waited until her friend had set up
the 'date' and then she had made the arrangements for the limo and the
hotel room. She dug out her wedding dress and then went out and bought
the heels and hose. The chauffeured limo had driven her to the hotel and
she went up to the room she had reserved, set up the camcorder and then
she had called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. At seven
o'clock there was a knock on the door and she opened it to find a tall,
muscular man in a tuxedo. She invited him in, they had a glass of champagne.

"And then I went to my knees in front of him, unzipped him, and took out
his cock. He was all ready hard and I dipped the head of his cock in my
champagne glass and then I began to lick him. I licked down the top of
his cock to the base and then I licked the underside of it back to the
head. When I reached the cockhead I swirled my tongue around it and then
I took him in my mouth and gave him a slow, leisurely blowjob. He was
too big for me to deepthroat , but I got almost half of him in my mouth
and in a few minutes I had him ready to cum. He gripped the back of my
head and held me on him as he shot what felt like a quart of cum down my
throat. I had to gulp fast to keep from choking, but I managed to
swallow every drop. I took a drink of champagne and then I slowly
undressed him and when he was naked I had him sit on the edge of the bed.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth again and I sucked
him until he was hard and then I had him stand up. I bent over the bed
and leaned on my elbows and he lifted my dress, pushed aside the panties
and entered me from behind. I was so wet from anticipation that he slid
right into me. He gripped my hips and began to slowly fuck me, but after
a few minutes I asked him to fuck me harder and faster and as he did I
had my first orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast for several minutes and
then he told me he was going to cum and he asked me if I was on the pill
or had any other protection and I told him no. He asked me if he should
pull out and I told him no, that I wanted him to shoot his seed deep
into my belly. He put on a burst of speed and then I felt the warm flood
as he released himself in me until he was drained and his cock went
soft. He pulled out of me and we shared a glass of champagne."

At this point my cock was ready to burst as the picture that Claire
painted raced through my head. It may have been my imagination, but even
though I had been eating her pussy the entire time she told her story
she seemed to be getting wetter. I pulled my face away from her and
stood up, my cock jutting out in front of me, but Claire said, "Not yet!
Keep eating me until my story is done," and I went back to performing my
chore.

"We finished the champagne and I had him lie back on the bed and I took
his soft cock in my mouth and went to work on him again. He told me he
wasn't sure that I would be able to get him up again any time soon, but
I took that as a challenge. I licked him, I sucked on his cock and then
his balls and finally I even ran a finger up his ass and it seemed to do
the job. His cock started rising and he asked me how many times I
expected him to fuck me that night. I told him I wanted his cock in me
as many times as he could get it up between then and six in the morning
and he told me that when I was done with the hardon I had just raised he
would be done for a couple of hours. I pouted and looked disappointed
and he asked me if I would like it if he called in a few friends to help
him out. I thought why not, it was only going to be a one-time thing
anyway and so he got on the phone and called three of his friends. When
he hung up he was hard again and I climbed on top of him and lowered
myself onto his pole. He took a long time to cum and I felt so
deliciously wicked riding his stiff black cock. Oh, that's right, I
forgot to tell you he was black, didn't I."

I lifted my face from her pussy and I looked up at her as her earlier
words came back to me, "He asked me if I had protection and I told him
no---I wanted him to shoot his seed deep into my belly." I felt my
stomach churn, not because I had been sucking a black man's cum out of
my wife, but because of the knowledge that she had deliberately taken
the chance of getting pregnant by a black man.

"You didn't expect that, did you? That I would chose to fuck a black man
never entered your mid, did it? Well, you are really going to love the
next part; all of the friends he called were black too. You have been
sucking the cum of five black men out of me. Oh, how stupid of me. I
told you that he had called three friends, didn't I. Three friends and
him, that only makes four doesn't it? Well, I'll get to number five soon
enough."

I stood up and stared down at her and I was at a total loss for words.
She was smiling up at me and pinching her nipples and she said, "I was
an absolute slut last night baby. I didn't know that being a slut could
be so enjoyable and to think that I could have been doing this all along
and you wouldn't have minded just blows me away." She saw the look on my
face and her eyes dropped to my hard cock. "Just a few more minutes baby
and you can put that in my well used pussy, but you can't fuck me until
I'm done with my story. Come on baby, I did what I said I would do and
now you have to do your part. Eat my pussy baby, suck the cum out of
me." I went back to my knees.

"After he came in me for the third time I got up and put a fresh tape in
the camcorder because I knew you wouldn't want to miss anything. The
rest of the night was just repetitive fucking and sucking so I won't
describe it all, but each one of his friends fucked me three times and I
constantly had a cock in my pussy and I always had one in my mouth that
I was trying to get hard again. You will get to see it all baby, and
from several different angles, because once his friends got there we
didn't need the tripod any more; there was always someone to walk around
and film the action. I promised I'd make each one of them a copy of the
tape. You won't mind, will you? After all, they did to fulfill your
fantasy. I would think that it's the least you could do for them. They
finished with me at six-thirty and I called for the limo. When I was
getting in the driver commented that it looked I'd had a very enjoyable
evening and I had a deliciously wicked thought. I told him that if he
could find an appropriate parking place that maybe my night might not be
over yet. He fucked me twice baby, and shot one load down my throat, but
I'm afraid I don't have the video of that for you. And that's how your
brand new slut spent her night. Do you want to watch the video tapes
first, or do you want to fuck me?"

I fell on her and there was no tenderness or love making involved when I
rammed my cock into her. I came almost immediately and then surprised
both of us by not going limp. I stayed hard and I fucked Claire for
another twenty minutes and when I'd cum for the second time I fell next
to her on the bed. Claire rolled up on an elbow and reached down and
began playing with my cock and she smiled at me and said, "You know I
love you, don't you?" I

looked at her and said, "I hope to God you do and that you don't ever
stop."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "I lied to you about the
protection part. I did have my diaphragm in place, but I wanted to see
your expression when you thought I might get to have a black baby."

Thank you God, I thought to myself, as I became aware that her fingers
were getting me up again. She swung over me and lowered herself onto my
cock and as she began to ride me she said, "Are you ready for another
surprise?"

"What?" I wanted to know.

"Well, I know you were disappointed that you couldn't be there to watch
last night, but I had so many eyes on me last night while I acted the
absolute slut that I now know that letting you watch won't bother me.
The boys will be here at six tonight, think you can be here?"


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Interracial Confession

The man I have been in love with for over 3 years now has recently
separated from his wife. Before anyone assumes why, we did not have
years of sex which would let me know right away he does not care about
having affairs with any women who smiles at him. Never the less his wife
found out that he has feelings for me. I still blame myself though
because when they were together, I did sent him a few sex stories. I do
know the difference between sex and love, but the problem was that I did
not know how to express my feelings.


I myself are in a different situation. I am cheating with this married
man but with my Husbands permission. He knows of my affair and actively
encourages me to be with this guy. But this is a different situation
from most men I have been with during my marriage.

My feelings were overwhelming me so much that I felt like I need to get
them out so I could try to move on. People think that I was chasing
after him which I understand since what I did sent the completely wrong
message. I was not after him though. I would never do something as
horrible as try to split up a family. I told myself we would only have
sex one more time and then cool off until he sorts out his marriage
situation. I will admit while he was together with his wife, I woke up
every day wishing he was there by my side instead. I feel so wrong. I
sometimes wish that I never met him. Then I would not be depressed like
I am and he would not have lost everything.


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Black Bred At The Airport

Sitting in the airport lounge, I saw an older, well dressed black man
who looking my way so I decided to see if he was interested. I
re-crossed my legs slowly, allowing him a small glimpse of my panties.
The bulge in the lap of his suit trousers told me that I was definitely
appreciated.

After a few minutes, I stood up and made my way to the family restroom
at the end of the corridor, a facility for families with a stall and a
sink and a changing table. I suppose I knew he would follow me; as I
walked through the door he crowded in behind me, pushing me into the
room and clicking the lock on the door. I turned to face him and he
pushed me up against the opposite wall where the changing table was
folded and enveloped me in a rush.

That was quite a show you put on out there, he rasped. His hands were
on my shoulders, pinning them to the wall. You are quite a tease.

I guess so, I whispered, pushing my hips against him. His cock was
very hard against my belly. Im glad you enjoyed it.

His hand ran up the back of my thigh, pushing my light linen skirt up
over the swell of my ass to bunch around my waist. The wall behind me
was cold against my ass cheeks. Oh, I did, he said. Let me show you
how much. He swooped in to kiss me, our mouths opening together, a loud
slurp as I sucked his tongue into my waiting mouth.

In a second he had fumbled his trousers open with one hand while,
reaching under and behind my ass, he snatched my thong to one side. I
lifted one leg, my thigh rising over his hip and pressing against his
side, my knee coming to rest under his armpit. There was no need to
speak - the frenzy of lust had carried us off. With one smooth thrust of
his hips he pushed his cock into my waiting pussy, levering up and up
until my foot almost left the floor.

I let out a moan and rested my chin on his shoulder. I knew there was
nothing for me to do but take his thrusts as deeply and as smoothly as I
could. I could feel his breath on my neck, ragged and urgent, as his
cock churned into my pussy, to my cervix, and knocked at the door of my womb


	

You whore, he moaned. Take it, you fucking slut - take - my - cock!
With every word he thrust harder. Squeezed breathless against the wall I
felt my pussy opening to him, accepting his iron meat, pleasing him. I
had to grip his shoulders with both hands as his thrusts flung me up and
down again, his thick shaft pummeling my engorged clit. In another
moment, he gave one last thrust, deeper and stronger than the others,
and suddenly I felt the hot, thick flood of cum deep in my belly.
Knowing he had arrived gave me my orgasm, and we strained and quivered
there against the wall for what felt like hours as he drained his load
into my willing womb.

Then he was off me, hastily adjusting his cock and zipping his fly. Then
he reached up and cupped my chin, holding my head still against the hard
tile wall and looking straight into my eyes as I panted. Youre a very
good bitch, he said. Very useful, indeed.

I smiled. Thank you, I whispered. And you used me so well!

He ran some water quickly on his hands, snatched a paper towel, and was
gone. I stepped into the stall and cleaned up as best I could, drying my
shaven pussy and trembling thighs, smoothing the rumpled linen of my
dress, patting my hair back into place. I needed to retie my pony tail;
my long straight brown hair had gone wild while pressed against the
wall. I did my best to tidy myself, but I could still feel his hot,
heavy load burning deep in my pussy; I would carry his cum with me to
the airplane and home, my husband oblivious to the sweet service I had
given to that hot guy in NYC


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Black Gang Bang

My hubby and I had always fantasized about me fucking other men. When we
would fuck he would tell me how much he would like to for me to be
fucked by four or more guys at the same time. In return I would tell him
about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really
turned on hearing me describe how their dicks felt going in me and
shooting cum in my mouth and pussy.

I still never fucked anyone else until 5 years ago, the day we went for
a vacation to the beach. We had hired a 4x4 that we could go almost
anywhere in and we always winded up going to a secluded spot on the
beach where I could sunbathe without my top. One day while we were there
we had forgot to stop and get ice on the way so my hubby said he would
run back to get some. I told him that I would just stay there and
sunbathe until he got back. It wasnt long after he left that I heard
some voices and looked down the beach and saw a number of black guys
walking the shore line. I had removed my top and being that I was so
used to being without it I completely forgot about putting it on. As the
black guys got closer they saw me and I noticed they started talking
among themselves and then they headed over my way.

They came up and stood around making small talk when I realized I didnt
have my top on. As I reached for it one of the guys said that I looked
so good without it that it would be a shame to cover up such a fine set
of tits. With that the other black guys chimed in and they all started
talking about how nice my tits were and they wished they could feel them
to see if they felt as good as they looked.

I started to get into it too and finally told them to go ahead a see if
they felt good. They were all over me in a flash and before I knew it
they were feeling me up and rubbing their hands all over my body and I
was getting hotter and hotter. I laid back and allowed them to remove my
swimming suit bottoms and they began to finger me and rub my pussy. I
was laying back with my eyes closed just enjoying it all when I felt a
dick rubbing against my mouth. I opened my eyes and they were all naked
with their big dicks ready.

I opened my mouth and took the dick in it and then felt one sliding in
my pussy. The other guys continued to play with my tits as I was getting
fucked and sucking a dick. It wasnt long before the guy I was sucking
started to cum in my mouth and the black guy fucking me seeing this shot
a huge load in my pussy. As they slid out of me two more took their
place and both shot loads of cum in me.


Then I was told to straddle one black guy and sit down on his dick as I
did this another guy came up behind me and slowly started pushing his
black dick in my ass. Man I have never felt anything so good. I was
completely full of dick in my pussy and ass, I didnt think it could get
any better until another guy came around and put his dick where I could
suck on it. Every time the guys shoved their dicks in me I would take
that dick deep in my mouth and let it slide out. It wasnt long before
they all shot loads of cum in me . By this time I was pretty sloppy with
cum running out my pussy and ass and also all over my face. I thought I
had fucked them all and maybe even sucked some off.

This one black guy stepped up and the guys said this is the one we saved
for you for last. He was huge. I have never seen a dick as long or as
big around as his. My eyes must has gotten wide because he smiled and
said dont worry you have been fucked enough to really enjoy it now. I
smiled back at him and said put that big fucking dick in me and fuck me
till I drop. He started easing that monster in me and oh it felt so damn
good I threw my legs around him and pulled him into me. As he fucked me
the rest of the guys kept rubbing their black dicks on me and I would
suck some and jack them off so I was getting cum all over my body. When
the guy started to cum in me he must have had a gallon of cum. I could
feel it starting to run out of my pussy around his dick as he continued
to fill me full.

When he climbed off all the guys told me I was fantastic and did I need
anything. I told them no I was completely satisfied and I was going to
make my hubbies day. They all thanked me and waded out in the surf to
wash off and continued on down the beach. I lay there for a while and
rubbed the cum around on my body thinking about how great it felt
fucking all those dicks one after the other and then got up and waded
out to wash off and let some of the cum drain out of my pussy.

About ten minutes later my hubby pulled up. Once he had settled back
next to me I told him I wanted him to fuck me right there. He jumped at
the chance and as he slid his dick in me I smiled at the look on his
face and then I started to tell him all about what had happened. He got
so hot that he was going to cum in me in no time and then wanted to fuck
some more as I continued to tell him about my adventure.

Since that time I have had numerous times where I have fucked 3, 4, and
5 guys at a time, but never anything that topped that time on the beach.
I wont fuck one on one with no one but my hubby and we always talk
about the guys fucking me and filling me full of cum in my mouth, pussy
and ass. Ill never forget that life changing time at the beach. Now I
love gangbangs and cant get enough of them. I always jump at any chance
to go to a party, meeting or any get-together where I might wind up
getting fucked by all the guys there.


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Jennie's First Hotel Party
Jennie has been screwing black men for about a year now. Recently she
was invited to a hotel party where she fucked several black men. Her
husband wasn't there that night but he sure loved the pictures when he
saw his wife getting banged by these hung black studs. Jennie wasn't the
only wife getting screwed that night. Her friend Jessica got fucked
along side her in the same bed. Jennie said she worried about getting
knocked up all week after the party.

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HotWife NIght Out Karen Kay

Getting ready for a night out with my boyfriend. Dressed casual tonight.
Red lipstick is his favorite color. Loves seeing me in 6" heels. Says my
legs are a mile long! 

	

	

	

	

	

	

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Bareback

I had been happily married to my husband for about four years when a
friend of his came for a weekend visit. It has been almost a year now,
and I still get wet thinking about it. My husband Mark and I moved out
west shortly after we were married, leaving all of our friends and
family behind. Four years later we were doing well but getting quite
homesick, so it was a very nice surprise when an old high school friend
of Marks's called and said he was in town for a weekend and
wanted to catch up.

****

Tom was very good looking black man but almost immediately proved to be
a jerk. We went out to dinner and then for drinks and he put Mark down
constantly. I couldn't understand how they could be friends. Mark was
very passive about it and Mark just got more and more cruel. Then after
a while something strange came over me. I started to realize I was
enjoying Tom's jokes more and more. Finally after he told yet another
story about Mark being a clumsy nerd in high school who always
embarrassed himself with girls I couldn't help laughing out loud.

**

I don't know why but the hurt look on Mark's face actually excited me a
little. After a while longer I realized I was actually becoming aroused.
I hated myself a little but only for a short time. Soon Tom began
flirting with me and I returned his advances much to my husband's
dislike. I knew Mark hated dancing and I wanted to tease him so I asked
him to dance. He got red faced and mumbled something and Tom and I
laughed. Tom asked me to dance with him instead. I asked Mark if he
would mind since it was only a dance and he reluctantly told me to go ahead.

****

On the dance floor we started slow dancing and before long Tom was
rubbing my ass. I didn't stop him, I don't know what was coming over me
but he was making me so hot. As he rubbed up against me I felt his black
cock through his pants rub on my belly. He was rock hard and it was
huge. My mouth was watering and I was trembling with excitement. He
reached under my shirt and bra and rubbed my nipples as he whispered in
my ear that he wanted to fuck me. I moaned and said oh yeah baby. Was
this really happening? I loved Mark but I had lost all control.

**

Then before I knew what was happening, Tom walked back to our table and
told Mark he was going to take me to his hotel and fuck me. Mark
protested and shoved Tom away and Tom punched Mark right in the face,
knocking him to the floor. I creamed my panties right there.

****

When we got to the hotel we ripped our clothes off and he got on the bed
on top of me. We kissed and rubbed each other all over. He shoved his
huge cock in my face and I sucked it hungrily. After a few minutes he
started to eat my pussy but I knew what we both wanted and I said "fuck
me with that huge black cock stud" He asked if he was bigger than Mark
and we both just laughed. As rubbed his cock on my pussy I remembered I
was no longer on the pill and that I was a my fertile peak that night.

**

I told him this and he grabbed a condom from the night stand, rolled it
on and got ready to enter me again. As he pushed in very slowly I
thought he would split me open. But soon he was all the way in and it
was pure pleasure. I had never felt so full. He fucked me for a while
and then I got a wicked idea.

****

I stopped him and had him pull out. I reached down and pulled the condom
off. He looked confused and I told him I needed to feel him unprotected.
He said what about pregnancy and I told him he would have to pull out
when he blew his load. He smiled and shoved his black cock deep inside me.

**

****

I was in heaven now. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before.
It was so good. When he told me he was close, I realized I didn't want
him to pull out. I wanted him to cum inside me and give me a real man's
baby.

**

****

When I told him this he asked if I was sure and I yelled "do it you stud
cum in my fertile pussy and make me a mommy!" I wanted it so bad I could
taste it. He fucked me faster and harder and then I felt him stiffen and
we both cried out in orgasm as he filled me with his yummy seed. I swear
I could feel his sperm fertilizing my egg and I moaned in pleasure. It
was the happiest moment of my life.

****

We fucked twice more that night just to make sure I got pregnant and
nine months later I was the proud mother of a black baby girl.

**

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Entertaining The Men

"We'll have eight over tonight and seven tomorrow, " I told my wife. I
had started a small general contracting business a year ago and was
inviting all of my employees over for dinner to celebrate our successful
first year. Our home wasn't big enough to accommodate all 15 of my
employees, so we were going to entertain half of them on Friday night
and the other half on Saturday. "I told the guys that they should wear
business casual -- Dockers and such.

We should be a little on the dressy side of that since we're hosting."
"This is going to be fun," my wife smiled. "We haven't done any
entertaining since your business started taking up all of your time.
It'll be a nice change. I just can't picture Buck dressed in anything
other than jeans and a tool belt." Buck was the first employee that I
had hired and was now my foreman. He is all business. I had never seen
him relax and kick back. That was part of the reason that I had the idea
of the dinners I thought that it might help build some camaraderie
amongst my employees. ... Everything was ready when the first couple of
guys arrived at Seven O'clock.

My wife had put together a nice table of appetizers and condiments. I
wore slacks and a blazer without a tie. My wife wore a cute little black
dress that she had owned since college. Her body had changed a little
since then. She was 32 now and had lost the stick-thin figure that she
had in college. She had added curves in all of the right places. Larger
breasts and a rounder behind strained the little dress.

What had once been a very tame little dress was now much sexier looking
because her chest strained the top and the hem was higher since the
fabric had to travel a little further around her firm rump. Her nipples
were clearly visible through the tight material and the hem barely
covered the lower edge of her bottom. I knew she loved the dress and
although it looked a little too sexy, I didn't say anything because I
knew it would ruin her cheerful mood.

Besides, she really didn't have anything else appropriate to wear. As
usual, the muscular black foreman, Buck, had arrive right on time and
was very professional looking. He wore tan slacks and a loose fitting
oxford shirt. My wife greeted him at the door and was clearly taken with
his handsome clean-cut appearance. "Hey there!" she said with a twinkle
in her eye. "I almost didn't recognize you without the hard-hat and
boots." Buck smiled, obviously enjoying her appraising look and said,
"Thanks, Karen. You look great too." Tom and Phil arrived a few minutes
later and the last five guys were all there within 15 minutes.

We gathered around the table and chatted while Karen got everyone
something to drink. I couldn't help but notice the quick glances
exchanged between Buck and my wife. The were both obviously taken with
each other's change in appearance. There was no flirting going on, just
quick awkward glances. To tell you the truth, it didn't stand out at
first, because everyone had noticed how different my wife looked in a
short, tight dress, rather than jeans or sweat pants.

I sat at the head of the table and Karen's chair was at the foot of the
table nearest the kitchen. Buck sat on one side of her and Tom on the
other. She finally joined us at the table and drank a glass of wine. We
were talking in little groups of two or three, so I couldn't hear what
she was saying, but she was turned towards Tom, trying awkwardly not to
show too much attention towards Buck.

She was failing. I thought to myself, that if an outsider were watching
us at this table, they would almost certainly assume (from body language
alone) that Buck and my wife were a couple. Strangely, this didn't make
me jealous. After a few minutes of small talk, my wife announced that
the first course would be served. When she was sitting, her tight dress
had ridden up a little. Consequently, as she turned to go to the
kitchen, every eye in the room was on her ass. The lower edge of her
cheeks and white panties were peeking out from under the hem. There was
a low buzz around the room as the kitchen door closed behind her.


I heard Tom chuckling at the other end of the table. This didn't seem
like a big deal to me. She looked great and clearly nobody was making
fun of her. So I let it go. As Karen delivered salads around the table
the guys seemed to get more overt about staring at her. At first she
seemed self-conscious, but after a few minutes she was clearly flattered
by it and was almost strutting. Her dress was still riding a little high
and she either didn't care or didn't notice. Karen had to return to the
kitchen for each platter so the black guys got an eyeful as she
delivered the plates around the room. The talk had died away and
everyone was simply drooling over my wife. As she went to get the last
salad, she walked past Tom who - as everyone watched - reached out and
tugged up on her dress fabric, lifting the hem to her waist line.

She froze. The room was utterly silent. Her white panties were entirely
exposed. They were low-rise cotton briefs that were so tight that they
formed distinct diagonal lines across her firm round cheeks. After a few
seconds she looked over her shoulder at Tom with a firm look and for a
moment I thought that she would yell at him. Instead she turned back to
the kitchen and, making no attempt to straighten her dress, walked out
of the room.

As the door closed behind her, there were hoots and hand claps around
the room. I was just as surprised as the rest of the guys. I was so
surprised that I forgot to be angry. When she returned with the last
salad, her dress was straightened again. She sat down and began eating
her salad. Everyone started eating and the small talk resumed, but now
everyone was casting glances towards my wife. She ate in silence for a
while, then she struck up a conversation with Buck. After the salads
were all eaten she gathered up all of the dishes. Rather than stacking
them up and taking them in one trip she took them into the kitchen one
at a time. It was clear to me that although she probably was denying it
to herself, she was loving the attention.

After the third plate was taken, the guy to my right, Tony, reached out
as she walked by and tugged up her dress a couple of inches. She paused
for a moment. Then, without even looking back, continued on to the
kitchen. When she returned, her dress was still up a little. You
couldn't see her crotch from the front yet, but her ass cheeks and
panties were clearly displayed from the rear. On each trip, someone else
would tug her dress a little higher. When she returned from the kitchen
on the next trip, the front of her panties were peeking out from under
the front edge of her dress. On the next trip you could see the little
bow at the top edge of her panty front. The guys were chuckling and
whispering things to each other.

Every time someone tugged, she would pause for a few seconds and then
continue on with clearing the plates. By the time the last salad plate
was gone, her dress was so high, you could see her belly button from the
front. and a couple of inches of skin above the top of her panties from
the back. Her ass was gorgeous. It looked like a ripe peach in tight
fitting panties. Whenever she was out of the room, the whispering was a
little louder and I could make out some of the words that the guys were
saying to each other. "... squeeze that ass... I'd fuck the shit out of
it... she's begging for it... dripping wet... finger that thing" She
returned with her dress straightened and delivered the first entree
plate to Buck, who was the only person not to tug at her dress... other
than me. As she turned to go to the kitchen Buck reached out and with
both hands pulled her dress up well above her waist again. She froze. He
reached out and cupped both of her ass cheeks through her panties and
waited until she looked over her shoulder at him.

Chuckles and snickers went around the room as we all realized that she
was smiling at him. He ran his hands down the back of her legs as he
pulled them away and sat back, staring at her ass. She went back to the
kitchen for another plate. Her dress was still up when she returned.
Guys around the table took turns rubbing her ass as she passed by. She
would pause for a moment, then carry on with her task. When she got
around the table to Tom, he took his time and I saw him slip a finger
between her legs. Oddly, she looked over at Buck and spread her legs a
little, giving Tom better access. Everyone watched hypnotically as Tom
rubbed his finger over the crotch of my wife's panties while she stared
into Buck's eyes.

This went on for about 45 seconds straight. Finally, I said, "OK, that's
enough. Leave her alone. That's going too far." This was not what I had
intended when I invited them over for dinner. She straightened her dress
and turned to the rest of the table and said to me, "It's OK, Ben.
They're just a bunch of construction workers, what can you expect. It's
not like they're tearing my clothes off."

Her voice took on a sterner tone. "I WILL stop them if they get too out
of control." She told me later that she had thought that such a warning
would get them to leave it at that... simply patting her ass as she
walked by, etc... Unfortunately it had the opposite effect. To the guys
this meant that they could try to get away with whatever they wanted to,
knowing that if they went too far, she would stop them... no harm done.
Having served everyone else, Karen returned to the kitchen for her plate.

She came back to her seat with everything in order and everything went
back to normal. "Thank God," I thought. The conversations turned to
normal small talk and everyone seemed to focus on the great food on the
table. My illusion was shattered when I went to the bathroom a little
later. As I walked past Karen's chair, I could see that her dress was
bunched up around her waist and Tom and Buck were reaching under the
table... almost certainly rubbing my wife's legs and crotch area.

When I was in the bathroom I decided that she was a grown woman and
could take care of herself. If I didn't like it, I could leave her. In
any event, nobody was forcing her to do anything. I'd let her control
the rest of the evening and see what happened. If I was still upset
tomorrow, I could talk with her about it and deal with it then. When I
returned from the bathroom there was a buzz of voices in the room and I
saw my wife standing next to her chair with one foot up on the chair's seat.

Tom was rubbing that leg's knee and Buck was on her other side holding
her panties to one side with one hand and finger-fucking her with his
other hand. Her legs were spread wide open so that everyone at the table
could watch. The other guys were leaning in to get a better look. I sat
back down at the head of the table. Everyone ignored me. She was
squeezing one of the knobs at the top of the chair's back, holding onto
it for balance. She looked down at her pussy and watched, with everyone
else for a while. Then she closed her eyes and put her other hand on
Buck's shoulder.

It was clear to everyone that she was about to orgasm. I heard the
familiar chirping gasp she always utters when she is going to cum. I
thought for certain that this was the end of it. She straightened her
dress again and sat back down. She was smiling and couldn't seem to keep
her eyes off of Buck. Everyone went back to eating. When she finished
eating. She went back to the kitchen for more wine and went around the
table to fill everyone's glass. As she rounded the table, guy's hands
were up her dress. She took her time filling the glasses.

At one point it looked like Tom had thrown his napkin on the floor. My
wife bent over to pick it up and everyone watched. It dawned on everyone
that that wasn't a napkin... it was her panties. She made sure that
everyone could see her ass and pussy as she bent over to pick up her
panties. Snickers were heard around the table. About an hour later we
were all stuffed and a little drunk. Everyone at the table had fingered
my wife that evening, except for me. So when she was clearing the
plates, I decided to join in the fun, rather than simply sulking.

I reached up her dress and felt her crotch as she gathered up my plate
and silverware. Her pussy was drenched and their was a something in it.
She leaned on the table and waited patiently as I lifted her dress to
have a look. There were chuckles around the table as I looked to see
that someone had left a carrot sticking out of my wife's pussy. Her ass
crack and inner thighs glistened with her juices.

I pulled the carrot out and put it on my plate for her to take away. A
long drip of her gooey crotch juice dangled from it as I plopped it on
the plate. More snickers went around the room. I suggested that we all
go into the living room for one last drink before the evening ended. It
was Ten O'clock by then and I wanted the guys to leave soon. We talked
in the living room while Karen finished clearing the table. The
conversation turned to work and other mundane things. Karen was
delivering a fresh round of drinks when I went to the bathroom. As I
closed the door to the bathroom I heard clapping and laughter coming
from the living room.

When I returned, I found my wife's dress discarded on the floor. She was
kneeling on the floor in front of the couch between Buck's legs. She was
sucking his dick and the guys on either side of her were pulling their
pants down. Her sole focus was Buck's black dick. She stroked his
scrotum with one hand, pumped his shaft with the other and sucked on the
dickhead. Tom ignored me as I approached. He was kneeling on the floor
behind my wife.

Rubbing her ass and reaching around to fondle her tits. I watched as
Buck obviously came in my wife's mouth. She milked his shaft with her
hand like a pro. The rest of that evening I watched my subordinates
taking turns with my wife. I finally went to bed at midnight, but the
party continued on well past that. Everyone fucked her. Most of them got
blowjobs. I was ignored, but could have gotten in line with the rest of
them. She probably wouldn't have even noticed.

The following evening was a lurid repeat of that Friday, except that my
wife invited Buck to return with the second group of guys... "since he
was the foreman and all". Besides, there was going to be an extra chair
anyway. Since that weekend, my marriage settled down. We live like any
other married couple, except that she'll show up at lunch time at a
construction site and let the guys pass her around like a rag doll.
She'll also go on vacation with Buck for a week about once a year. Every
once in a while she'll stay over at his house. Once I heard the guys
talking about a wild bachelor's party that Buck had thrown. Nobody said
so, but I could tell that my wife had been there and was the main
attraction. There was apparently a donkey at the party. My only demand
was that she get her tube's tied. I don't want to have to raise someone
else's kid and send them to college.


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Window Watching

My wife Sandy is a 37 years old. She's a Realtor working in the Ann
Arbor area and stands 5' 4" tall with wavy brown hair. She's very sexy
and can be very erotic in bed and loves most types of sex. We'd heard of
men who fantasize about watching their spouse having sex with other men.
We were fascinated and aroused by reading such stories on the Internet
and I often fantasized about seeing my wife screw another man when
making love to her.

My work requires me to put in some unusual hours and stay out on the
road over night quite often. It wasn't too long after we'd talked about
trying a threesome when I began to suspect Sandy of having an affair.
The idea of her falling in love with another man didn't enter into my
thoughts but I was convinced that she was trying to live out our
"sharing" fantasy without telling me. I secretly hoped my suspicions
were true and often made excuses to stay away from home even when it
wasn't required. Many times I would lay awake in my hotel room
fantasizing about Sandy with another man.

I imagined her rushing off to meet her lover as soon as I drove away. I
could even visualize their lovemaking. His strong dark body over hers
forcing her smaller body into the mattress as he fucked her hard and
fast. That was my favorite thought - some strange man fucking my wife
violently. On several occasions I waited ten or fifteen minutes and
called home only to hear ring continually unanswered. I would do this
every half hour or so until she would finally answer the phone. I always
hung up without saying anything. I never told Sandy that I had called
back and she never said anything about going out anywhere.


This behavior continued for about two or three months and just when I
had made plans to try and catch her she started answering each time I
called home. Sandy began to complain that someone was calling and
hanging up the phone so I waited much longer between calls. I became
disappointed because now it seemed that her affair had ended. I began
fantasizing about ways of having her seduced by another man when another
set of events occurred.

I was at our local bar having a drink when a neighbor I knew only
slightly came in and took the stool next to mine. Our conversation was
casual but he asked a question that caused me to rethink my doubts about
Sandy and a possible affair. During our conversation the guy asked how I
liked my new car. I told him that I really liked the car and that I was
very satisfied with the gas mileage. I didn't want him to know that my
wife was cheating on me. And I was glad that my suspicions had been
confirmed.

This seemed to satisfy him and our conversation moved to other subjects,
although I'm not sure what we talked about because I was thinking about
the strange automobile parking in my drive. I revised my plans. The
following Monday I told Sandy that my duties would require me to be away
all night. As always she seemed disappointed but accepted that it had to
be. I on the other hand imagined that she was already preparing to
invite her lover into our bed. I drove to a local bar, and had a few drinks.

I parked my car in the back street, so as to not be seen. Around 7pm I
called home as I had always done when at work. After my brief
conversation with Sandy I had another beer and watched TV. By 9pm I had
waited as long as I could. Driving by my house I was mildly disappointed
to see only the normal house lights and only Sandy's car in our drive. I
drove around town until I made another pass by our house around 9:30pm.
Even more disappointment when I saw only Sandy's car in our drive. I
continued to drive around until I made a third pass by the house around
9:45pm.


Nothing had changed and I was now really disappointed. I wanted to catch
my wife with another man but it seemed it wouldn't happen tonight. I had
driven about half way down one of the two main entrance roads leading to
our subdivision when a BMW sports car passed going in the direction of
my house. I quickly took the next turn and turned my car around. The
cars taillights were still visible and about a quarter of a mile ahead.
I closed the distance between us slightly but made sure to remain well
back. My heart was racing and I was wondering. Was this the car my
neighbor had been talking about? The BMW made a left turn onto the
street our house was on. This had to be the car that had been parking in
my drive I thought. "Please be the car." I said aloud to myself. I
passed the street leading to my house knowing that I could see our drive
clearly only a few hundred yards ahead.

As I slowed and looked in the direction of my house I saw the cars head
lights as it pulled into my drive. I almost shouted knowing this had to
be my wife's lover. I turned my car into the street that ran behind our
house. Knowing the house directly behind ours was vacant I pulled into
the drive and killed the lights. I waited a few minutes then got out of
the rental and keeping to the shadows I slowly jogged into my back yard.
Remaining in the shadows I approached the side of my house and made my
way to the den window. I knew there was little chance that I would be
seen but I had worn dark clothing and was being a quite as possible as I
looked into the window.

There on my sofa sat a black man of about 45 years I had never seen. He
was certainly well dressed and clean looking. "So this was Sandy's lover
and I approve." I thought to myself. Then found myself wondering how
large his black cock was and did Sandy give this man head as she had
often done for me. If she did give him head did she allow him to cum in
her mouth or did they only fuck straight?


Did they use protection? I hoped they didn't. For some reason I hoped he
would cum inside Sandy. Sandy entered the den carrying drinks. She
handed her friend a glass and sat down beside him. Before taking a drink
both my wife and her friend placed their drinks on the sofa table and
locked themselves in a very passionate embrace. As the kissed I noticed
this man was unbuttoning Sandy's blouse. Sandy's hand was on his crotch
and I knew she was massaging his cock and balls. "I hope he's hung like
a horse." I thought. My own cock was rock hard as I watched the couple
before me undress each other. When the gentleman stood Sandy unbuckled
his belt.

She unzipped his trousers and tugged them down. As this man stood before
my wife his trousers fell around his ankles as Sandy pulled his jockey
shorts down. I couldn't see the man's cock because he was quarter turned
away from me but I could clearly see Sandy had his black cock in her
mouth. Sandy's hands were slowly stroking this man's ass and upper legs
as she took him into her mouth. This continued for about a minute when
Sandy's lover turned to sit down on the sofa. Sandy released her mouth
hold on his cock and as the man sat down she got on her knees before him.

Clearly she planned to continue sucking his cock. It was at this time
that I saw the man's cock for the first time. It was much larger than my
seven and one half inches. I would guess at least 10 or 11 inches in
length and very thick. It was so thick that the head of his cock seemed
small. Almost as if it belonged to a 7 inch cock but was attached to
this massive sausage. Sandy took this stranger's cock in both hands and
began jacking it as she took as much as she could in her mouth. To me
Sandy looked beautiful as she knelt before the man sucking his monster
tool. I was slowly massaging my own cock through my trousers as I hoped
they would continue until he shot his load in Sandy's mouth. Within a
few minutes I had my wish. The man laid his head back and closed his
eyes. I knew he was about to cum and so did Sandy.

She was jacking his cock faster now and sucking him as deep as she
could. The man stiffened and Sandy slowed her hand and head motion. I
knew he was shooting his load into my wife's mouth and she appeared to
love it. "Please swallow his cum." I was thinking as I shot my own load
into my shorts. Sandy did as I had hoped because when the man had
finished climaxing she got up to sit beside him. She said something to
him and they both laughed and took a sip of their drinks. There was no
trace of cum on Sandy's face so I knew she had done as I had hoped and
had swallowed his load. I hoped his cum had been thick and plentiful but
I had no way of knowing.

Sandy and her lover sat on the sofa talking, kissing and fondling each
other until I saw the man's cock begin to come alive again. Sandy bent
over a sucked his cock until it was fully erect again then she stood up.
Although her blouse and bra had been removed earlier she now let her
skirt fall to the floor and removed her bikini panties. The man pulled
my wife to him and began to eat her pussy, as she stood wide legged
before him. I sure he couldn't get to her pussy very well and he said
something to her. Sandy laid back on the sofa and with one foot on the
floor and one on the back of the sofa she offered herself to her lover.
I watched as the man began to eat my wife and slowly jack his own cock.

Since my cock had remained hard the entire time I unzipped my trousers,
now very wet from the load I had shot earlier. Taking my cock out I
began to jack off as I watched the scene before me. The man continued to
eat Sandy pussy until I could tell she was about to cum. He then made
his way on top of her and I could clearly see his cock as it entered
Sandy's now very wet pussy. At first he pushed only the head and perhaps
two inches in. Sandy's ass was moving up to him, urging him deeper into her.

The man was fucking her with only a few inches of his cock when he
suddenly plunged his entire black cock into my wife. His balls, again
much larger than mine, slapped against Sandy's ass as he began to fuck
her harder. Even above the air-conditioning and through closed windows I
could hear Sandy. "Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God
Fuck me!" I felt my balls tighten and my own cum began to shoot as I
watched the couple before me.

It was truly beautiful watching my wife enjoy being power fucked by this
stranger. I wanted them to continue but the man's body stiffened and he
pushed himself as deep as he could into Sandy. I knew he was depositing
another load in places much deeper that I ever had. It was clear that
Sandy was enjoying being fucked by this man because she was having one
orgasm after the other.

I saw their combined juices, thick and white, on the shaft of the man's
cock as he fucked in an out. It was slowly running out of Sandy's pussy
and down her ass. So that's what those stains were on the sofa. I
continued to jack myself as the lovers continued to fuck each other on
the sofa. I must have jacked myself as they fucked for five minutes or
more when the man's body stiffened again. Plunging himself deep into
Sandy's pussy he began to shoot another hot load of his semen. I too
shot another load and gave a silent prayer of thanks for allowing me to
witness my wife being so thoroughly fucked.


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Young Black Men

I was seduced yesterday, and I just have to tell someone about it! His
name is Randy. We work together. I am thirty-six and married, with two
children. Randy is black,  twenty-three, single, and a real dreamboat,
with brown hair, big dark eyes and a well-shaped, muscular body.

We have been flirting ever since he started working with me about four
months ago. We've been having lunch together nearly every day for a
couple of weeks. Yesterday we got our day's work done early. Over lunch
he asked me if I would like to join him at his apartment for a drink.
Well, I did want to so I said okay.

After we arrived at his place, I excused myself to the bathroom while he
made the drinks. While inside the bathroom I slipped out of my panties
and sprayed perfume on the insides of my thighs. Just in case.

We sat close to each other on the couch and sipped our drinks. We
chatted while sipping, but mostly we just stared nervously into each
other's eyes. He knew that I loved my husband, but he also knew that I
was incredibly turned on by him. His face was full of desire and this
made me even more aroused.

Thoughts of adultery fluttered through my brain. My expression must have
told him that I'd soon be his, because as soon as I finished my drink,
he leaned over and kissed me. I responded eagerly with my tongue, and we
began touching each other. Randy slipped his hand under my dress. I
gently parted my legs so he could get at me. When he found that I was
wearing nothing underneath, he moaned.


?

His finger slipped inside my pussy, and I let out a soft whimper. Soon
he had my blouse undone and his hot lips were on my neck and shoulders.
I told him I wanted to do it in the bedroom, and he picked me up in his
arms. On the way inside, I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to eat
my pussy before he fucked me. I tingled from my belly to my knees when
he replied that ever since he had met me he'd wondered what I tasted like.

We undressed each other, and I finally got to touch his stiff cock. He
fondled my breasts, then began kissing his way down to my pussy. While
his hands gently caressed my hips and ass, his lips and tongue worked on
my thighs and moans, moving slowly toward my inner lips. Finally, his
tongue opened me, and he began to lick my pussy.

I spread my legs farther, offering my entire pussy to his mouth. I never
feel so beautiful as when a man's face is between my legs. Randy
swallowed all the cum I had to offer him. I couldn't stop moaning as his
tongue ventured farther and farther into me.

He started licking my hard little clit with his agile tongue. He did
this rapidly, but ever so gently. As he worked on me, my thoughts
wandered to the night before last, when my husband ate me out for an
hour. Randy brought me to the brink several times, but eased off,
allowing the sexual tension to build. By then I was pleading for him to
make me cum. His hands were under my ass, and I was humping his face
furiously, but he kept on gently licking my clit, sending me higher and
higher.

Everyone in the building must have heard me crying out when the glorious
orgasm finally made my body tremble. Randy was on top of me in an
instant. With one thrust he was all the way in. It was simply heavenly!
He was close to shooting his cum almost right away. I didn't mind
because I knew he'd be able to get it up again within minutes. I love
young black men! He started grunting and groaning, as his cum spurted
into me. All my other infidelities have been brief; usually just one-
time encounters. Now it looks as though I'll have Randy for my regular
lover. Hope I don't get caught.


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Cheating White Wife

I'm a black guy who has always had a thing for white girls and although
I've dated a few white beauties, I never really went all the way with a
women of a different color, and when I say all the way I mean bareback
sex with no birth control. But the thought of interracial pregnancy was,
and is, a big turn on for me.

Well, has it happened there was a very pretty married white girl at work
that I had flirted with a few times. I'm 42 and Jasmine is 22 so the age
difference made me hesitant to ask her out. But I figured what the hell,
I'm in great shape for my age and she seems really interested, maybe it
was time to finally try and act out my fantasy. Jasmine is a real dish,
about 5'3" 115 lbs. with a cute round, little ass, very pretty face,
and a toned athletic body. This girl really turned me on. If I was going
to risk pregnancy with a white married woman, she would be the one.

I decided to ask her out during our next company convention. She worked
in tech support for our group so I would have ample free time to flirt
with her and get to know her better. I approached her and we had a great
chat, I found out she had a 4 year old daughter at home besides a
husband. She knew I had a live in girlfriend at home and she told me she
was dating a guy as well. But it didn't seem to bother her when I asked
her out for that night and it turned me on that she had a kid already.
We hit it off right away and did dinner, a movie and then back to her
hotel suite the first night.


Things fell right into place and we were soon making out on the bed in
her hotel room. I was so turned on. She was so hot! In no time we were
getting our clothes off. Her body was incredible, nice tits, bigger than
they looked with her blouse on, they were quite long and hung low on her
chest like many women of color, but they were nicely shaped and her
nipples were like big pink kisses. Her pussy was shaved completely
smooth and she looked even more slender with her clothes off. At this
point I was so hot and hard I was ready to go all the way with this girl
if she would let it happen.

Now, I brought a condom, but I was hoping she would let me go bareback
and once I got her revved up sexually she would let me cum in her. We
got into some heavy oral sex and I enjoyed licking her butt and asshole.
She gave an awesome blowjob and it was all I could do not to blow in her
mouth right then. But I had other plans. We soon got into position to
fuck and she guided me bareback right into her sopping pussy. Then she
said, "Be careful baby don't cum in me." Now, when I woman tells me
this I respect it, because I know by experience that if she takes me
bareback on our first fuck, then after a few more times in the sack
she'll be open to letting me cum her. I don't want to sound like I'm
bragging but its never failed.

Well, me and Jasmine fucked like crazy, mish, doggie, with my thumb up
her ass which she loved, spoon and even standing up. I had pre
ejaculated in her copiously before I came and when I did I pulled out
just in time to unload streams of sperm on her stomach and bald pussy. I
had a huge orgasm. She had a big smile on her face when I shot my load
all over her and said, "Wow!" when she saw all the sperm I shot. I
rubbed my cum all over her pussy lips and stomach, and I even pushed
some of my semen between her labia and vaginal opening.


We then took a shower together and enjoyed lathering each others bodies.
I wanted to find out her birth control status so I asked her if she was
on the pill. To my surprise she said no. She said the pill didn't agree
with her, made her bloated and lethargic. "So you don't use any birth
control," I asked. She said no, but could feel it when she was
ovulating so that's how she played it safe. "And how about right now,"
I asked. She smiled and said, "We're OK, Baby." So I asked, "Can we
please go back to bed and have me cum in you. I'd really love that," I
told her. To my delight she just grabbed me and gave me a big kiss and I
carried her off to bed, the both of us soaking wet.

I was in heaven! I fucked her the rest of the night and gave her huge
loads of sperm in my effort to conceive with her. I even told her I got
excited by the pregnancy risk and she said with a big smile on her face,
"Really baby, go for it." I fucked her until I was exhausted and our
genitals were coated with my white, foamy semen.

Two nights later on the last day of the convention we got together
again. I told her what I wanted to do, give her my full load of sperm
deep in her pussy. "I'd love that," she said. And off we went. I came
three times in her that night and each time she wrapped her legs around
my back and took my sperm deep into her birth canal. She teases me that
when the baby has my dark skin and dark eyes she'll know who the father
is for sure.

Since we got back from the convention we've been seeing each other about
every other week and she lets me cum her every time. No more rhythm
method, just pure, natural, interracial pregnancy sex.


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Sharing Black Men

****

My name is Katherine and I am 21 years old. My husband is in the Army
and has been stationed in Korea since last June. I had virtually no
social life from the time he left until a Christmas part on Dec 18th. My
friend, Sharon, finally convinced me to go to the party, saying that no
one would expect a young woman to sit home alone for a whole year while
her husband was away. She said that she knew all the people who would be
at the party and that they were all nice people.

****

Anyhow, I went to the party with her. I actually was having a pretty
good time-- I had a few drinks and was dancing with a number of black
guys and having fun. After a while I noticed that Sharon had
disappeared. I mentioned it to my dance partner and he suggested that we
go look for her. We found her in one of the bedrooms having sex with a
black guy. I had never witnessed anyone having sex before (I had led a
pretty sheltered life) and I found it very erotic. She was really into
it-- moaning and groaning and bucking her hips.

****

When she saw me, she smiled and motioned for me to lean over on the bed,
which I did. She reached up and started caressing my breasts. I had
never had any sexual contact with a woman before, and I was kind of
taken aback, but it sure felt good. Pretty soon the black guy she was
with had his orgasm and got off her. She scooted over so that her face
was beneath mine and started kissing me. By this time she had my blouse
open and had unhooked my bra. I really got turned on. The black guy I
had been dancing with was behind me as I was bent over the bed, and he
lifted up my skirt and pulled down my pantyhose and panties. I was
really hot, but I had the sense to ask him to put on a condom, as I knew
I was fertile at the time.

**

**

I had no thoughts of cheating on my husband or anything but feeding the
utterly wanton feelings I had. He said he didn't have a condom. Sharon
was still kissing and feeling me and whispering hot
things in my ear. The guy was running his black cock up and down my
slit. Sharon asked me if I really wanted it and all I could do was groan
yes. She told me to reach behind me and put it in. I was shaking all
over as I did what she asked. It felt so good when his cock slid in. I
came immediately. I never had the faintest idea that I could be so
turned on. Sharon was still kissing me and whispering to me. She told me
that he would cum in me and I groaned again. She asked if that was what
I wanted and I had another orgasm and said yes.

**

She told me to tell him and I told him to cum as deep inside me as he
could. She then asked if I wanted to be on my back and I said yes. He
pulled out and I laid on my back and he put it back in. Sharon got up
and held my legs up in the air so he could get really deep and his
African cum wouldn't leak out. Pretty soon he said he was going to cum
and I went nuts. I could feel his cock start to jerk, and I knew my
cervix was jerking too. I had seen educational films where the cervix
could be seen dipping into the puddle of cum, and I knew that it was
happening to me right then. I came and came.

**

Pretty soon the black guy got off of me and Sharon was right beside me
kissing and hugging me. I really
felt great. After a while she asked if I wanted more, and I said yes.
She asked the guy she had been with if he was ready again. He said he
was and got on top of me and put his Black cock in me. Once again I was
in heaven . He lasted longer than the first black guy and I loved every
second of it. Soon I had my second load of cum. By this time it was
getting late, and Sharon wanted to be alone with me, so we left the
party and went to my house.

**

We made love together several times that night. I never knew how nice it
could be with another woman. We get together a lot since that night, and
she often brings a couple of black guys for us to share. (She works part
time in a very nice bar and meets lots of single black guys.) When my
husband gets home from Korea I plan on having her move in with us. I'll
bet there will be some hot nights ahead for the three of us.

**

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Black Baby Bump

I knew better than to play with fire. I'm married and white and a mother
of two. I'm a bank lone officer and just got screwed by my black boss.
Did I mention he is a tall 38 year old handsome black guy.

He is a manager at our bank and I knew the stories about him seducing
two young married girls in our office. My boss asked me to come along on
his next business trip, I didn't think I'd end up fucking this handsome
black stud but that's what happened.

He was smooth and after a few drinks we ended up back in my room. The
phone rang and while I talked to my husband on the phone he somehow got
my panties off and had stripped me naked and finger me to an organism
before I knew what was happening. I tried to resist but when he took off
his clothes I knew I would have to fuck his beautiful black cock.


I begged him to use a condom but he just laughed and pushed his black
large cock into my once faithful pussy. He banged me long and hard. He
fucked me like I was his private white slut 3 times that night.

Hes been banging me for several months now. I missed my period two
months in a roll now and my belly is getting a slight bulge. My husband
is going to be very angry when he finds out Im pregnant with a black baby.


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Her black desires

Karen, I have been enjoying the stories on your site for quite awhile
now and I have finally decided to share one of mine.

Im wet just thinking about the secrets Im about to confessbut at the
same time I do feel a twinge of guilt. My husband Alex thinks he is the
only guy I ever fucked.

I met Alex during my senior year of high school. We sat next to each
other in history class. We dated a few times. I think I was the only
girl in the class of '03 who was still a virgin when I graduated. I
wanted to fuck Alex, but he was really clueless and shy. We ended up
going to different colleges in Texas that are about 100 miles apart. I
went away to study dance and Alex to study criminal justice.

We saw each other on breaks and long weekends. Alex finally took my
virginity during Thanksgiving when we were both back home. It was a
pretty forgettable experience, but I was glad that I had finally lost my
cherry. Alex gave me a friendship ring before we went back to school and
made me promise to be faithful. I'm pretty sure Alex kept his promise.
To say I didn't would be a huge understatement.

Ten years later and I'm 28 years old, and I run my own dance studio.
Alex and I married in 2005 and settled in San Antonio. Alex is a good
husband, cop and father but he has always been lacking in the sexual
department. Im still a sexual being and the lack of good sex has me
fantasizing about my wild college days and thinking about Ricky Harvey,
the guy who introduced me to a cock induced orgasm.

This leads me to what happened last week when I took my car to get
serviced at the dealership. The Service Manager greeted me as I got out
of my car. I recognized him before he could even get three words out of
his mouth. Ricky Harvey!. Boy did he bring back memories. I'm sure my
face was flush, and I know my legs got weak. Ricky recognized me but
couldn't remember my name. "Its Libby", I reminded him as I gave him a
warm hug, He seemed embarrassed and apologized for not remembering my
name, It had been a long time and Ricky was the handsome and popular
star forward on the basketball team. He probably fucked more women in
one semester of college than most guys do in their whole life. I was
just happy to have been one of them. I could tell Ricky wanted to talk,
but he was busy with customers and I had to get to my studio so we
didn't have the chance. Later when I picked up the car, Ricky gave me
his phone number and offered to take me to lunch sometime. So tempting.

Last night Alex and I had sex for the first time in two months. I get by
on masturbation, but the lack of sex worries me. I had discussed the
problem with my mom who probably hasn't seen a cock since the night I
was conceived. Mom offered to watch the kids so I could do something
special to jump start our sex

life. Alex gets off work at 7pm during the week. When he arrived I was
waiting in the bedroom wearing a sexy new teddy I had bought at
Victoria's Secret. I was freshly showered and I had shaved my bushy
pussy for the first time in years. When Alex walked through the bedroom
door I was sprawled across the bed freshly showered with my bare pussy
showing in all its glory. It was already a little wet because I had been
fingering it thinking of the overdue fucking he owed me.

The first thing out his mouth was, Honey why are you bald? I didnt
even answer him. I got up off the bed and started stripping his clothes
off without saying a word. After I had him stripped down I dropped to my
knees and took his soft five inch dick into my mouth. Its kind of small
but when he lets me ride on top I can squeeze my pelvic muscles together
and manage a nut. Before I got three good mouth strokes on his meat he
was pulling me up. (Oh here come the lecture.) Honey whores do that!
We went through this every few months. Instead of arguing this time I
laid on the bed let him pump me. I actually counted the number of
strokes while staring at the ceiling fan. He grunted and pulled out and
shot his cum on my stomach. 24 strokes and 2 minutes and it was all
over. I didn't hide the fact that I was disappointed. I showered and
went to bed.

My career keeps me fit and I still get lots of looks from men, but when
I arrived at college my freshman year, I was the ultimate brick house.
I had  pink dick-sucking lips and as my roommate Jessica used to say, "a
thick juicy booty". I had firm perky 36C cups with big puffy nipples, a
flat stomach, tan skin, brown eyes and hair. Jessica taught me how to
dress to get noticed and how to shave my pussy.

My second semester at the University I figured out that I could maintain
good grades, have a social life, and maintain a long distance
relationship with Alex. I joined the cheering squad and a sorority. That
upped my social status on campus by at least a gazillion points. After
about a month of hazing I was finally a proud sister of Alpha Beta
Theta. Affectionately known around campus as the Bettys. To celebrate
our coming out, the big sisters told us new sisters to get sexed up and
be at our frat brothers fraternity house by eleven oclock that night.


?

I have always had killer legs that stayed pretty tan year round. I put
on a white and tan miniskirt and red panties. My legs and pussy were
shaven as smooth as a babys bottom. I put on a white belly button ring
and a Daisy-Duke style shirt and a push up bra. I put on my red
"fuck-me" lipstick and used mouse in my hair so it would get as big as
it would go, sprayed on some Lick Me All Over perfume and was on my
way out the door to the fraternity house.

There were sex pots and testosterone charged studs of every race and
nationality piling into the frat house. I couldn't wait to get in there
and grind the night away. I stepped into the party and I knew all eyes
well male anyway were on my tan skin in my little white outfit. I
stepped up to the first guy I saw standing by himself (Sam). He was
sexy...dark (yes black) tall, muscular, and a well known jock from the
basketball team. I had fantasized about him a few times before I danced
with him the whole night.

By the time the party was over I was piss drunk. Sam offered to take me
home so that I wouldn't have to drive. An offer of a ride home turned
into fucking in the rear bathroom of the frat house. Sam was my second
fuck and my first black guy. Even though I was drunk I had high
expectations for Sam. So much for myths about black cocks as Sam whipped
out a four inch cock. As soon as he got two pushes into my snatch he
came in me. I was so pissed. Thank goodness he didnt want to talk, he
had to be embarrassed because the 5 minute ride home was done in silence.

The next day I was walking onto campus when another black guy from the
basketball team approached me. It was Ricky Harvey. He whispered in my
ear I heard you fucked Samhes nothing you should cum and ride this
dick. He grabbed the crotch of his loose athletic pants. I could see he
was holding something very large. Then he sauntered off. I got wet
thinking about it. Later on at practice I mentioned my encounter to a
couple of my fellow cheerleaders. Two admitted that they had fucked
Ricky and his cock was huge.

I planned to take Ricky up on his offer Friday night at the after-game
party. I couldn't wait for Friday to come. I frigged myself off multiple
times thinking about it. I had one thought on my mind and that was
cornering 66 tall dark and handsome Ricky at the party.

As soon as I saw him that night I pushed my soft juicy melons against
his chest as whispered Im ready to take you up on your offer player.
He knew just what to do. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to one of the
guest bedrooms in the frat house. He didnt even bother to remove my
skirt, his jeans or my panties. He forcefully pushed me down by my head
and told me to suck his cock. I willingly dropped to my knees and
started sucking. It was every bit of ten inches long and thick. I took
it all the way down my throat in one swallow. I was gagging and coughing
but he seemed to be enjoying it.

After about five minutes I felt that thick piece of meat tense up. I
knew he was about to blowI thought he was going to be a gentleman and
warn Nope! He shot his thick wad down my throat, and didnt even get
soft. Before I could lick the excess semen dripping down my chin he
flipped me over and shoved his thick dick in my twat from the back. It
was wonderful! I came in two minutes flat. I flooded his penis with my
warmth. The juices were dripping down my thigh. I had never felt like
this before I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He must have been
turned on by my screams because I felt his body jerk and he shot off
into the deep cavern of my pussy. My screaming must have been overheard
because as soon as Ricky had put his dick away I saw another starter on
the team standing at the door smiling. It was Darnell.

Ricky got himself together and without a word exited the room. I was
still trying to catch my breath and my thighs were convulsing as Darnell
took Rickys spot without even asking permission. We never spoke a word
and I never even got to see Darnells cock, but feeling is believing. I
know it was huge because it stretched me even further. Darnell only
lasted a few minutes. Not long enough for me to orgasm but it felt good
nonetheless. He also blasted deep inside my already cum-drenched pussy.

Darnell slapped my ass real hard and left the room. I was exhausted. I
rearranged my clothes to the best of my ability and left the party.
Thank goodness Alex was at a different university because like several
of the other cheerleaders I got quite the reputation of spreading
cheer if you get my drift.

Over the course of the next few weeks I fucked Andre and Malcolm from
the basketball team. My parents weren't racist, but they are pretty
old-fashioned and very conservative. They wouldn't approve of their
little "Princess" having sex with a black guy. Let alone all 5 starters
on basketball team.

Andre became my lunch buddy. At least twice a week he and I would meet
up in the locker room down by the football field when it was deserted
during the day. The crazy thing was he never wanted to fuck me. Andre
loved to eat my pussy. I would lift my skirt or remove my jeans and sit
on the one lone desk in the locker room and he would proceed to eat my
snatch. And not just my snatch. Andre gave one hundred and ten percent.
He used to lick me from glorious hole to glorious hole. I would leave
him looking like a glazed Krispy Kreme.

Malcolm was the first guy to fuck me in the ass. I had always been an
avid porn reader. Anal sex stories were my favorite. I had long
fantasized about having a cock in my ass. When Malcolm took an interest
in my butt hole, my pussy started flowing. Malcolm's dick was short and
just thick enough to be felt in my pussy. He caught me jogging on the
cross county course one evening and gave me a memorable nature lesson.
He proceeded to bend me over a bench, move my running shorts to the side
and finger me.

I knew a good fucking was coming. He roughly rubbed his dick across my
juicy pussy lips. Before I knew what was happening he was pushing his
dick into my tight anal cherry. It felt wonderful! He rubbed my huge
clit as he rocked in and out of my ass. It was great. We came at the
same time. I came so hard I couldnt even finish my run. I was too tired.

I really miss my college days. But no matter how bad sex is with my
husband I cant see myself cheating on him or embarrassing him. I threw
Ricky's phone number away so I wouldn't be tempted to call him. I have a
good vibrator, my memories and your wonderful stories to keep me from
doing something I might regret.


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Naughty Little Housewife

I just wanted to tell you about a little fun I have been having on the
side! Ive been a very naughty girl. I am a married 36 year old woman
whos husband is only in town for one week a month most of the year.

We have a good relationship but I tend to get lonely and bored while he
is on the road. We have been together for 12 years and we stared
swinging about two years ago. It is not something we do very often but
every once in a while we will meet a couple or a single we hit it off
with and bring them back home.

One of my girlfriends is an amateur model and she convinced me to come
out to a photo shoot with her. The photographer was a cute black college
guy about 21 or so very tall and handsome. He asked me to help assist
him and hold some lights while he took photos. We started chatting a bit
and hit it off pretty well, he kept smiling at me a lot and looking at
my breasts.

After the shoot I talked to him about doing some personal photos I could
give to my husband as a gift. He loved the idea and I invited him over
later in the week. I have a lot of lingerie so when he arrived I let him
into my closet to pick out some things he thought might look nice for
the photos. He picked out a sexy black stocking number with matching
thong and I slipped into the bathroom to change.


When I walked out in my outfit he dropped his camera and tripped over a
cord. About 10 minutes into the shoot I could see he had a massive hard
on. I took off my top and let him shoot a few close ups of my chest. I
asked him if he could shoot some close ups of my panties and as he
leaned in with his camera I pulled my panties over and let him see my pussy.

He was so red I thought he was going to drop his camera again! I asked
him if he was having a good time and he shyly mumbled yes. I asked him
if he took a lot of nude photos of ladies and he said no, I was his
first. I put my hand on his cock and he almost jumped off the bed. It
turns out I was also the first woman he had ever seen nude!

He was a 21 yr old virgin! I told him it was ok and he could come and
sit on the bed beside me. I unzipped his pants and pulled out my yummy
prize, a nice uncut 9? cock. To make a long story short I not only gave
him his first blow job but also his first piece of ass. He was a bit
slow at first but I had him fucking and licking my pussy like a pro
after about an hour.

That was last week, on Monday he came by again and brought the photos. I
had his clothes off and his face between my legs 10 minutes after he
walked in the door. We ended up fucking for almost two hours! My husband
will be getting some sexy shots of me next weekend when he gets back in
town. In the meantime I will be getting laid by my hot young lover! Yum!
I cant wait to teach him some new things this week!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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