
          
           My First Black Experience - Certainly Not My Last!
                          Written by Louise
                          Edited by SeeShow

Stephen and I have been married almost 8 years now. However, it
didn't take long for the bloom to go off our marriage, or at least
the sexual part of our marriage. Even with the limited experiences I
had before marriage. I soon realized that Stephen was not exactly a
great lover in bed. For one thing he tended to get off long before I
had a chance to reach any kind of climax and for another his
somewhat undersize equipment didn't exactly thrill me. ( 5 " and
rather thin) However, he is a good provider and very attentive and
caring toward me, so I overlooked his shortcomings in this one area.
I kept myself from getting sexually frustrated by an occasional
workout with a black dildo my husband doesn't know I have.

I've also kept myself in good shape by physical work-out, swimming
and dancing. At the ripe old age of 31 men still find my 34C-24-36
body and long blonde hair worthy of long lustful stares. But, as I
said I've been faithful to Stephen during all the years of our
marriage.

I suppose things might have gone along that way indefinitely if it
hadn't have been for that fate-filled night several months ago.
Every Tuesday I enjoyed going out with some of the gals from my
office. Stephen had his bowling night each Thursday and agreed that
it was only fair that I get a chance to enjoy myself without him
once a week as well. Normally we'd just go out to dinner and have a
few laughs. Sometimes a few drinks after dinner but really pretty
harmless fun. This night however we made a quick stop for dinner
that went to a night club that one of the girls had said was the "IN
SPOT" in town. We all had a lot to drink and we even enjoying
flirting with several guys at the club.

It was a mixed crowd and a couple of men kept glancing my way. In
particular one black men kept giving me lustful glances. I'm not
from the deep south or anything, yet the idea of a black man's
attention seemed to peak my interest somehow.   Later he came over
to our table. He could see my wedding ring and told me what a wicked
little teasing white wife I was. My friends and I just giggled and
enjoyed doing some harmless flirting. Although several guys invited
us to go home to their apartment with them, we were not looking for
a "hot" night and just waived off their obvious bold attempts at a
sexual randevouse.  After a few more drinks we called for a cab. (As
none of us were in a condition to drive)

As we were waiting for the cab, we continued to chat about the men
who were trying their hardest to "pick us up" ... sort of basking in
the warmth of their attempts to seduce us as a kind of enjoyable
compliment and ego trip for us. However, we all agreed that deep
down we'd really like to make it with a black man some time. As fate
would have it we were all pleasantly surprised when our cab driver
turned out to be a very handsome black man. He appeared to be in his
30's, well built and well over 6' tall. With the boldness of the
drinks in us and feeling like giddy school girls, we spent the next
half an hour with all four of us teasing the driver. We teased him
not only by our innuendos but also by showing a considerable amount
of leg and cleavage as we adjusted our bras and strightened the
seams of our nylons, etc. We definetly had his attenetion as he kept
glancing at us in his rear view mirror. He seemed really turned on
by our behavior and kept joking that white girls like us never knew
what we were missing until we had tried black. As each girl got
dropped off he became a little bolder. By the time I was the last
one in the car he became much more direct and I just knew that I at
least wanted to kiss this handsome black stud.  I jokingly said to
him that the other girls had forgotten to give me their share of the
Taxi Fare, and I just didn't know how I could possibly pay him. He
knew exactly what I was getting at and  pulled off into a quite
lane, stopped the taxi and looked me straight in the eyes. He asked
if I was just a little cock-teaser or if I really wanted to become
another white wife slut who feasted on black cocks. He was so
arrogant and  confident and so unlike my insecure hubby!!. Something
in me just melted with his masterful demeanor and I looked at him
and nodded my head yes. That wasn't good enough for him and he
forcefully told me, "Listen slut, I want to hear it. Do you want a
real man. Say it."

I felt compelled to respond , "Yes, yes. I want you to take me and
use me anyway you want." 

He wanted plenty, I can tell you that for sure. He slowly slipped my
dress and bra off me and then removed my panties. He made me keep my
high heels, nylons and garter belt on. He kissed me and it sent an
electric shock though me. His tongue was buried deep inside me and
two of his long black fingers found their way into my wetted pussy.
He dropped his pants and I gasped at a cock, nearly twice the size
of my husband's. He rubbed it up against my pussy lips only twice
before impaling that thick monster into my cunt. To say I'd never
felt anything that big, that strong or that good inside me before
would be a great understatement. It took me less than five minutes
for my first big climax. He on the other hand had great staying
power, fucking me for well over 30 minutes before depositing his
first load inside me.

Over the next hour I was fucked again (this time once doggy style)
and was forced to  give him a blow job. There wasn't a part of the
entire time that I didn't enjoy including when he made me lick his
cock clean of the remaining cum that I hadn't already swallowed.
While fucking me he enjoyed calling me many nasty names In a sense I
felt like a two bit whore, but at the same time I was excited by
being his white slutty whore.  Needless to say he was the best lover
I'd ever had and whatever he wanted and however he wanted it was OK
with me!

When he then dropped me home, he insisted that I pay him the full
taxi fare, including the hours lost wages he had while fucking me.
It felt so dirty paying him as though he were my paid escort for the
night. Never the less, I gave him a $10 tip and said thank you when
he gave me his number. The final indignity was that he kept my
panties which he hung on his mirror as he pulled away.

As I said that was a couple of months ago. Since then we have met
several times and he has continued to educate me further into black
sexing. He has a deal with his supervisor that he is always assigned
as the driver whenever we gals call for a cabby after our weekly
night out. You can imagine my excitement each week always hoping
that he'll be our cab driver and that he'll DRIVE me home. He has
not been inside my house yet, but he has hinted several times that
he wants to fuck me on my marrage bed. I have to admit that their is
something very exciting about the naughty thoughts of having him
fuck me in the bed I share with my husband. My black stud has even
boasted that one day when my hubby finds out about all this that
he'd like to have him watch us. He says he's dying to show him how a
real man can fuck his wife.

Whenever we get together he has dominated me completely, and I love
it. He so much more of a man than my wimp husband Steven that I know
I could never do without him!

Once black; never go back, isn't just a catchy little phrase. It's
the absolute truth for me. 
