I knew about a place where your experience could be mine and my experience could be yours... me feeling what you/he feels and you feeling what he/me feels. Having both halves of the same experience is a sensory delight to be hoarded. Remember the first time under the stars... We flew off to NEWARK with each other for the first time and we've always shared the memory of that night together and we've always spoken of it fondly and often thru the years.

Our recollection of the Playground weekend should be equally endearing to us, don't you think? We were both there and we both know how it felt, how hot we both were. We both know how it smelled and sounded and how intensely gratifying it was. We rode that wave all night, sharing it over and over and over, climaxing repeatedly until we passed out from exhaustion just after daylight. I thought we were finally in sync and ready to rock and roll. Yet we have hardly ever revisited that night together. We've never spoken fondly of it. Never once in all the years have I heard you say anything or make any reference to those particular memories. Why is that, Jean?

Remember that day in the visiting room at state farm when you got back from Charlotte? Remember how close we were - how real we were? You took me into that motel room and shared the experience with me on a level that went beyond descriptions and details. I felt like I was there, seeing and feeling everything you saw and felt. We connected emotionally about it and I felt like I was watching you and Bass the whole time. We achieved the impossible that day. We shared something heretofore unsharable in a way that enriched and elevated us both forever. What you experienced alone became something we experienced together afterward. And no one knows how earth moving that was except you and me. No one can go back to it except you and me. No one else knows how it was or how we did it. Its ours and we can't share it with anyone but each other. That day in the visiting room was the closest we ever came to being one. And it scared the shit out of us both.

Unfortunately, after you weren't there to hold me anymore, I panicked. Unable to believe we had actually done it, I needed reassurance. I needed to be with you. But I was in there. I couldn't take you in my arms and reassure myself that all was well. Demons of doubt and guilt rose up all around me. My post euphoric depression and all the other guys I had seen dumped in there after their woman hooked up with somebody on the outside caused me to fear the crushing pain of rejection and I lashed out, trying to push you away before you could hurt me. I said things I didn't mean and called you names and tried as hard as I could to dump you before you could dump me. I know it was wrong, but nothing scares me more than getting hurt and, in that place, the fear is magnified a thousand times. When you're doing time, there's no shoulders to cry on when you get hurt. After a night's sleep, the panic attack was gone and I realized what I'd done. I started apologizing to you and begging your forgiveness and I've been doing it ever since.

Oh, you said you forgave me and you even went along with everything I wanted to do, but we never really shared the sex in any meaningful sense. Sometimes while it was happening, I got in the guy's head and we connected, secretly sharing, but we never found a way to share any of it together afterward. Why is that? I was always on top of the world afterward, and you usually withdrew and seemed to be glad it was over. You never showed much interest in the photos no matter how sexy and beautiful you looked. Why couldn't you talk about it afterward with your husband? I was there and I'm the only one you can share it with. Were you afraid I might realize how much you liked doing it sometimes and lash out like I did with Bass? I wanted you to like it, Jean! I needed you to like it... to want me like that the same way I wanted you like that. I loved doing you different ways like that. The guy was just a new dildo I wanted to try out on you. All you had to do was believe that whoever was between your legs was me. And everytime you believed you experienced feelings for another man you had only felt for me before that.

I never told you how crushed I was when I got inside Burton's head from across town and all the love and feelings you had for me poured out of you into him. I had waited so long for the visitingroom to revisit you like it had me. I knew it was me and I assumed that you knew it too, but it scared you. You panicked just like I did the first time and wondered if you might be in love with Burton. You avoided all my efforts to talk about it because you were confused and needed to figure out what happened. I know that, but it still hurt me when you thought Burton made you feel like you felt when he was doing you. It wasn't him, it was me! I just made you feel like you always feel when I'm doing you and I thought for sure you knew it was me. I thought you finally understood what I was trying to give you. I couldn't wait to show you the things we could do together that neither of us could do alone. Something we could do and did do together that no one else I know of can do.

But, it like you were ashamed to re-visit events with me. Even though I was right there with you the whole time, you expressed no interest in getting ourselves aroused about it afterward and sharing it again. It was like you wanted to forget it as soon as you could. You wouldn't make-up stories and pretend with me either, even though you knew how excited I would get if you did. Since I don't believe that playing nigger fantasy games with me could possibly be as demeaning as whoring yourself out to Herb and Kingston, and all those other losers, I'm left to think you did it just to spite me. Why else a half loaf when you knew how to close the circle?

Honey, if you really believe sex ain't shit, why did it matter what we said or did to get excited when we wanted to have sex? Why was whoring yourself easier for you than playing fantasy games with me? As much as I ran my mouth, you had to know exactly what to say and how to say it if you wanted to turn me on, but you never did! Not once in all these years. Maybe I just don't understand the female mind, but, if I were a woman willing to whore myself out so my husband could watch, telling him sexy stories of unintended, spontaneous marital indescretions with strange blackmen should have been a walk in the park. What would it have hurt to go along with me about BIG DADDY, for instance? Making that fantasy "real", if only between the two of us, would have given us something to share we couldn't share with anyone else but each other. No one but you knew the real truth about that night except Big Daddy and Gary and they weren't talking, right? It was perfect. Just thinking about it together as if it really happened got you and me both off a couple times. If we could have made believe just with each other that the BIG DADDY thing really happened, we'd still be getting arroused and getting off on it together right now.

Another thing that baffled me was the way you rejected my efforts to remove myself from the 'scene of the crime' without really removing myself at all. I thought that was a terrific way to go about it with a guy you were hot for on your own. My desire to hide in the closet or peek thru one way glass was so my presence wouldn't inhibit you or the guy we were partying with. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and it would have given us another secret that was ours and ours alone. Only you would know I was there and only I would know that while you were fucking him, you were fucking me too. I almost died when you said you wouldn't do that to Mike. Mike was supposed to be a treat to spice up our sex lives and give us something to share and enjoy that we couldn't share with anyone else but each other. Pussy was what he wanted and you were anxious to give him some and you did. Thats all he was after and all he was entitled to know about. What you and I could do at the same time was what made the whole thing ours instead of his. It really bothered me when you said "you couldn't do that to him." What about me? What about us? Didn't what I wanted matter at all? Why was leaving my eavesdropping out so awful?Afraid I might see how much you liked giving it to Mike? Hell, I already knew how much you liked him. I wanted you to see that I wanted you to like it...that I got even more aroused and horny when you liked it! We have to like it together to close the circle, you know that.

What's wrong with making up a few stories to get my motor running? Its titillation and foreplay like garters and high heels. It doesn't have to be true, it just has to sound true long enough for me to believe it might be true. I want to believe it because it excites me. And, once I believe it can be true, it is true. If you relate to what you're saying like its real, I'll relate to it that way to. I'll get all excited and ask a million questions, trying to visualize it in my mind, We can fuck while we share the fantasy of you with a guy you never told me about before. A well hung handsome youngman who fucked you so good and satisfied you so well, you'd fuck him again if you met him on the street. I really get hot thinking about that sometimes. Ever since you slipped around with Joseph, meeting him and fucking him behind my back, its been easy for me to imagine you with someone else when you're not at home. You did it once - you might be doing it again. And you know how much I like it when you're naughty! The day listening to your confessions don't make me hard enough to fuck you, you can call an ambulance because I'm dead or dying.

How could you carry a grudge for 30+ years about something that "ain't shit" to begin with? Why cheat us out of a chance to share intimacies most everyone else on the planet just exchanges? Why didn't you just forgive me? What I did was awful and mean and thoughtless and stupid, but there were extenuating circumstances. I often acted on impulse and said or did things without really thinking. You knew that. You had to know in your heart that I didn't mean what I said. Still you've never forgiven me. Why is that? Before I die, I'd like to know why?

As she checked out, the 40 something female cashier said, "Looks like you're in for some fun." Mom answered, "You have no idea." I beat mom to the car and had my cock out when she got in. "Suck me slut," I said. "Here John?" and with that I grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down and said "Here, now, anywhere I decide." I shot my load before we made it out of the lot and mom swallowed every drop. "Sperm is not to be wasted. Swallow all that you can and all that is offered to you." "Why?" mom asked. "What are you Patricia?" "I'm your whore slut," she answered softly. "There's your answer," I said.

When we got home her training began with me rubbing her nipples through her dress, they became hard almost instantly. Mom stood with her hands at her side and accepted what I was doing as I lifted her dress hem to rub her pussy through her light blue underwear. "Mmmmmmmhhh, ahhh,ohhh,mmhhh," she began to moan as I rubbed her clit through the cotton material. "You make me feel so good," mom said. I lifted the dress over her head and dropped her panties and mom was standing in the room with only her heels on. "Keep your shoes on." I said. "Oh John, You make me feel so dirty." I laid her on the bed and began to lick and suck her hairy pussy. "We have to shave you soon we can't have your beautiful pussy hiding behind all this pubic hair." I sucked and fingered her and worked her into a moaning frenzy. "Fuck me John, please, I need it now." "Not yet mom." And with that I had her get up. She looked terribly disappointed, "Why?" she asked. "Go get the bag from the adult store and bring it here." My dick was throbbing as I watched her naked body stumble and sway out of the room to get the bag of toys. When she arrived back I returned her to the bed and began where I had left off. It wasn't long before she was back in her slut trance moaning like a whore. I realized very quickly that if you suck mom's pussy you can melt her pretty fast and she is eager for anything you want to do to her.

Her pussy began to gape open as she spread her cunt lips so I could work my tongue in her deeper. I took the smaller of the 2 black dildoes from the bag, an 8 incher, and began to work it in and out of her cunt. The more I did it the more her moans intensified. "You are the hottest piece of ass in the world!" I said to her. I stopped and looked at her and said "You are my mother and I'm having my way with you. This is fantastic." "What are you mom?" I asked. "Oh John, I'm your slut, your whore." "What do you want?" I asked her. "To feel like this forever," mom said. "What's in your pussy?" I quizzed her. "Oh a wonderful black cock." "Look at it," I said. And with that I lifted mom's head up so she could look between her legs as I ran the dildo in her. "Oh look at that," mom whispered. "Does it feel good?" I asked. "Ohhh yesss," she cooed as I began to pile drive it into her. "Fuck me harder John." "What's happening to you Patricia?" "I'm being fucked by a black dick." "Who's giving it to you?" "Oh god, my son. My son is fucking his whore mother with a black dick!" "Ohhhhhhh my god," she panted. "Uuuhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she shuddered as she came on the black dick.

Part 3 coming soon.

None of her lovers know she's my mother. They all think she's my older slut girlfriend that I like loaning and whoring out for her pleasure and mine. I guess really, that they're right.

5 years earlier I never would've dreamed any of this was happening. I had always thought mom was hot and had fantasies about her but one day things just happened. It had just been the 2 of us since dad died when I was young. I was 19 and mom 38 when our new life began. I saw her drying her hair in front of her wall of mirrors in her bedroom and stopped to watch her through the crack of the door. She had just gotten out of the shower and was nude. Mom's a 5'8" 150 lb brunette with 38 D titties who had a full bush at the time but her pussy is always in some stage of being completely or partially shaved now. Anyway, she saw me through the door and out of the blue said, "Like what you see?" I didn't say a word but walked into her room and sat on the bed. She walked over and took my cock out of my pants and knelt on the floor and sucked me until I shot my load which she swallowed. "Oh my god, what have I done?" she said but quickly followed with "I know it's wrong, I don't know what came over me but I loved what just happened." I told her I enjoyed it too and I fondled her tits as I got hard again. "I didn't know you were a swallower." She said she didn't know it either but it suddenly just felt natural. I continued to squeeze her nipples and laid her on the bed. I quickly undressed and mounted her before she could change her mind. Her pussy was incredibly tight mom said she hadn't had sex in 15 years and I told her to let go and enjoy it. She moaned with pleasure and began to fuck like a bucking bronc. I slowed the pace a little and she looked at me for the first time with that slutty, whore look I've seen so often since and asked me, "What do you want to do to me?" I answered with the question, "What do you want to do?" "I'll do anything you want", she said. I fucked her brains out and came on her stomach. As she played with my cum I told her that if she felt the same way in the morning we would talk about it. After our session we went to sleep but I had my answer as she woke me in the morning by sucking me off and I fucked her again as she moaned with pleasure.

"What do you want to do to me and what do you want me to do for you?" she asked again when we were finished. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go down this road and she said she was never more sure. "It may lead you to doing things and having things done to you that you have never dreamed of." "With last night and this morning I've already done that," she said.

"To test you this is what I want you to do," I said. "Put on your white cotton sundress you bought last week and those old black high heels you have and come back in here when you're done." "OK" mom said and disappeared into her closet while I went to get something to drink. She walked into the kitchen and I lifted her dress to see that she had on some bikini underwear. I told her that was fine but her bra had to go. "Oh, John do I have to?" she said with a slight tremble. "If you really want to do this you have to obey me." She lifted the dress over her head and turned around so I could unfasten her bra. She but the dress back down turned around and I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of the dress. "Perfect", I said. "You think so?" mom replied. I just nodded my head and went to the kitchen to get paper and a pen. I began writing and when I was finished I stapled it shut and gave it to her. "What does it say?" mom asked. "You'll find out later", I replied and said "You're going on an errand". "Dressed like this?" "Most definitely mom, this is the beginning of turning you into something I want you to be." "If you want to stop now is the time but if you walk out the door I will assume that you are turning yourself over totally to me sexually and you will do as you are told". I handed her the car keys and told her to go to Adult World and hand the note to the guy working the counter. She walked up close to me and looked at me with her new "I'm a slut" look and French kissed me long and deep. "I want to do anything you want me to do. I want you to be pleased with me". With that she turned and walked out the door taking her first steps toward becoming a total slut. She had no idea where her new life would take her. "Remember to hand the note to the clerk and while you wait I want you to browse the interracial section." She stopped briefly to look back at me "Interracial?" she asked. "Mom, look for the books and videos with the black guys and white girls and see what you think." She nodded slightly, turned and girlishly hiked her dress up so I could see her skimpy blue underwear and then she was out the door. I thought at the time this is going to be unbelievable.

Mom went to the adult store and did as she was told. The note basically read that she was a slut in training and she needed some training toys. 2 large black dildos and 2 butt plugs, black of course, one large and one smaller. She later told me that she was the only female in the store with about 7 other guys and she began to get wet as they looked at her. She said she didn't know if it was the attention from the guys or what she saw on the video and magazine covers of the white girls and their black studs. "I never had feelings like that before" she said, "I felt so dirty but so animalistic and naughty all at the same time." "Welcome to your new life", I told her. "You want me to do those things I saw on the magazine covers?" mom wondered. "Yes, Patricia, that and more," I answered as I called her by her first name for the first time in my life. Mom said, "I never even knew that sort of thing went on. Your dad and I always had good sex but I never dreamed that it was like what I saw at the store." "Something has changed in me," she continued, "I liked the way I felt as I waited in the store looking at those pictures and with the men watching me. So dirty, and nasty and pretty all at the same time" "And with what we've done the last 2 days I want to feel like that again as much as I can. Until yesterday I hadn't even thought of sex since your father died and now it's the only thought in my mind." I thought, "is this really happening?" Then mom looked directly at me and quietly said, "Oh John, I'll do anything you want me to do to please you and to help me feel like I want to feel." Holy Shit! My mother had just told me that she was willing to be used and abused by black men for my pleasure and hers. "You're sure? There's no turning back once we start, I won't allow it." "Yes, John, I've never been surer of anything and haven't we already started?" "Yes slut we have. You're my submissive from this point on," I said. Mom looked at me and nodded slightly. I told mom that sex with anyone underage was off limits in fact it would probably be her only limit. "What are you Patricia?" I asked. "I'm your submissive whore." Mom answered. "This is going to be wonderful for both of us." I said.

"John, come over here to the side of her and spread her ass for me," Wishon asked. I moved over next to mom and said, "Patricia, I'm going to spread your ass cheeks wide so Wishon can loosen you." Mom didn't say anything she just continued rocking back and forth as Andre pumped her pussy. I spread her cheeks wide and Wishon began rubbing her brown betty with his KY lubed fingers. As he worked first one, then two fingers into her her moans became more intense and her breathing began to quicken. One of the other black guys that I had never seen before moved over to let mom take his cock in her mouth while Andre and Wishon continued to work on her from the other end as I held her butt cheeks apart. "I'm ready, please, I'm ready," mom haltingly said between gulps of the black guys cock. Wishon was ready too and moved behind her to slide his 9 inch black snake into her anal chute. Once slid slowly into the hilt he held it there and asked mom if she was ready. "Yessss, please, please," mom said and with that Wishon began to pound her ass like a street punk punching his girlfriend. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHH." It was at times like this that mom stopped being a moaner. "OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH GOD." "Let me have it, oh please, let me have it. Fuck me, fuck me, come on fuck me." I was instantly hard again watching as my mother was now airtight. Plugged in every orifice and loving it. Andre began to keep up with Wishon stroke for stroke and the guy fucking her face did the same. Mom was being used like the whore she was. "Does it feel good Patricia?" I asked. It took mom a minute to answer but she was able to hiss "I love it, so good, so good, god don't ever stop." With that she took a load in her mouth from the dick that she had been sucking. "Patricia?" I said. "I need to cum." With that I moved so mom could take my cock in her mouth and like before it only took a couple of quick sucks and one stroke and I was filling her mouth like a pussy. This time she missed a few drops and they dripped down her chin in long skeins of sticky sperm snakes. As Andre continued to wear out her pussy Wishon began pumping his load into her ass. "Yes, yes, I love it," mom moaned. Wishon pulled out and Andre slowed down and I asked her, "Patricia, did that feel good?" "I love it, love it," she answered barely able to speak. "Can you push it out for us?" I said. "Push it out so we can see what a whore you are and what a good slut you were for Wishon?" "Make her eat it," Wishon said. "Don't let it go to waste." One of the guys brought a spoon over and gave it to me. I held it to her sphincter and said, "Ok, Patricia, push it out." The sperm came out in a stream as mom pushed the goo from her ass. Everyone laughed at her when a couple of air farts escaped too from Wishon filling her with more than just sperm. "Stop pushing for a second," I said and took the full spoon to her to swallow. She swallowed 3 spoonfuls from her ass and took some more sperm from a glass after Andre filled her pussy with his cum. Mom is not allowed to waste black cum and swallows all she can.

That first day when I realized what my mom was willing to do I took her close and kissed her and she French kissed me like a schoolgirl. She was 38 at the time and 43 now but she went after her new life like a teenage tart. "I guess we need to start training you," I said. "Training?" "How?" mom wondered. "The toys, the dildos and plugs you got at Adult World." I said. "The note I sent said you were a slut in training and I needed some tools to help with that." "Ohhhh this is what those were for." Mom said.

Stay tuned for mom's training and her life as a whore.

John

There were different kind of answers, some were very direct (and partly dirty) and some more polite. Blushing she read about how black guys the first time slowly would penetrate her tight pussy inch by inch and how she soon after would learn to love to be streched out and come back for more. She also read how she should prepare herself to swallow cum as her life depended on it. Some guys even commented her dressing and in my secret mind I hoped they would have their luck with that. I would like myself to see Connie with a bra which made her big breasts bulge out inside a close-fitting see-through blouse, and short skirt with black stockings combined with high heels.

At first we made the responses together. Later on with an air of mystery she looked at me with a smile and told me she'd prefer to write the answers herself. I could read them but from now on she wanted to be on her own with these dialogues. She felt more fun and arousal that way. I was sure that in her mind she was already in bed with these men and she also had secret masturbations.

She was more to the polite type but she didn't put much limits upon how their relationships gradually could develop if she liked him and as long as it wasn't about pissing and pain. She told them she was rather inexperienced in the more sophisticated kinds of sex, but was eager to learn and do as she's been told. She was prepared to enter into a kind of relationship of submission if she could trust the guys. Not bad at all, I thought. With that attitude she could soon develop into that kind of wife and woman I would like her to be so I could have my nasty fantasies fullfilled.

Short after we went to London for a 5 days holiday trip. She had corresponded with a guy who gave us some fine pictures and also would be our tourist guide in town. Unfortunately one week before, we didn't hear anything more from him. Suddenly it became a dead end trip, because after this disappointment it was difficult to make new arrangements and it wasn't easy either just to walk into a bar and say hello to some unknown black persons. We tried a couple of times but Connie didn't get confident enough with these men so she lost the nerve to go on. She discovered that she wasn't ready yet at that moment. Lots of alchohol perhaps could have helped her over that barrier, but we agreed together upon that this solution was out of the question. But we did see a lot of this impressive and very interesting city and hope to be back soon.

Home again and for a time we were back to a more normal life. For a period of some months we didn't speak much about any black experiences for Connie, we just contented ourselves upon our work, and in a way it became a good period for us. Connie was still a more happy person than before. She was rather convinced that the right black man would pop up some time, and now she was much more prepared to handle it. She knew what she wanted from him and what she was able to give. And she knew that sometimes you just get disappointed but that isn't good enough to stop the project.

More to come.

My post divorce flurry of one night stands and brief affairs were spontaneous and wickedly gratifying. I was so easy and so very submissive, I got laid alot. I was whoring around like a bitch in heat but I wasn't a whore. I was lonly and feeling rejected and good sex was and is something that always brightens my day. I had marvelous orgasms in the arms of men I hardly knew, spreading my legs as easily as paid prostitute. I even screwed two different guys in one day once.

Of course, I gave that all up when I met and married my second husband. He was a sex maniac...four, five times a night glorying in his ability to bring me off. He liked watching me masturbate and talking about other guys. I told him about my whorish frenzy after my divorce, getting hotter and hotter as I watched him jerking himself off. I told him all the intimate details, shamelessly confessing to pleasures and actions most would define as whorish, and he would have to if he hadn't been who he was.

He adored the wanton carnal need I had for sex. He said I was the only woman he ever met who liked fucking the same way he did...as much as he did. He got off watching me all the time. He always jerked off when I talked about the other men I'd slept with. He hated that he hadn't been there to see me with those guys, and he often pressed me for graphic details so he could envision it all better in his head as he masturbated... right along with me as I re-lived it and got off on the memory right along with him.

Needless to say, I wasn't totally surprised when he suggested swinging, adult venues, and private sex parties. He wanted to see me with other men and he wanted me to see him with other women.. He wanted to experiment with wife swapping, suggesting that our individual desires for spontaneous, casual sex could glory in one another's presence...that we could share every thrill, every blissful tremor, every pleasurable delight as if we, too were joined somehow despite the strangers writhing between us. I wasn't ever very hard to convince when a handsome, horny, and incredibly sexy man talked to me like that. We started swapping, 1st couples, than just other guys. The more whorish and eager I was, the better he liked it. He especially liked watching me go down on another guy. One night after a party where a couple black couple had offered to party with us and the other white couple we were with, hubby asked me if I'd ever thought about fucking a black guy.

I told him I thought about it at the party just like he did...that I, too, was curious. I admitted the thought of doing it with a black man made me hot but I didn't want him to take it the wrong way. He pressed my hand against the rigid boner in his pants and said he would never take anything the wrong way, especially that. He was so antimated and eager and childishly excited, I was swept away by his desire (and my own). I'd never told him about the two blacks who drove me home drunk and dated raped me in the car. I never told him that I secretly reveled in it and didn't want him to think badly of me. Though drunk and helpless and scared to death, I was aware of everything that happened as they felt me up spread my legs on the seat with my feet out the open door and took turns fucking me until my pussy was sore. They both fucked me twice and cum was all over the seat and my legs. It was still oozing out of me the next day.

Anyway that shamefully gratifying experience and his obvious delight at the mere thought of me taking on a black guy, convinced me to go for it. I did and the rest, as they say, is history. Though awkward and uncomfortable at first, their desire was genuine. They wanted some white pussy and I had some...if hubby wanted to watch and wank - so be it.

Even though I felt like a depraved insatiable whore every time I climaxed with a stranger's black cock buried deep inside me, my husband's adoring eyes made me want to do it again... and again...and again. Blacks talk and word gets around and in no time at all, young black guys were leering at me on the street, flirting and hittting on me with a boldness that only comes from someone who's heard the talk...someone who knows. For some reason being recommended and passed around like that arouses me, makes me feel sexy and desirable, femenine and wanted. It pleased me to be so popular and I was wet and ready all the time.

I was overwhelmed at how much my husband liked it. Pleasing him made me feel less guilty about how much I was pleasing myself. He was always there, getting off right along with me, telling me how sexy I looked with that black cock buried to the balls in my married white pussy. He was a little kinky but doing it his way gave me the best sex life any woman could hope for. Strange guys may be screwing me all the time but my husband always celebrates their pleasure and my own as if he was somehow doing it too. His enthusiasm and insatiability erased any doubts I had about him getting jealous or turning on me, so I slipped into my whoring clothes and started screwing anybody and everybody, sometimes several in a single day. And when I wasn't writhing in pleasure with strange black men, I was talking about it and writhing in pleasure with my adoring husband buried deep inside me.

Without doubt, he's the sexiest man I ever knew. He was always like a little kid every time we made a date with someone. The anticipation makes him almost frantic. He goes over everything, seeing it all in his mind. We're so fired up when we meet the guy and it finally begins, all any of us want to do is cum, cum, and cum again. Sharing one another's pleasure and excitement as we all climax together is so good to me sometimes, I think its something spiritual. Even from totally different perspectives, we have simultaneous climaxes. Together we embrace the knee buckling thrill of his thick black cock spurting off deep inside me. Together we pull at his thrusting hips as he ravages me, trying to get him even deeper...trying to enhance the indescribly delicious orgams already wracking our bodies.

Hubby sometimes says things like "fuck her" "fuck that pussy" "tear her white ass up" as he races to cum with the guy stiffening between my parted legs. "get it, baby" "Get that black dick" he pants, as I take every inch. We both start to get off as the stranger's black cock explodes in the tight darkess of my stretched vagina. And then we do it again, slowly so hubby can watch my lips sliding up and down the thick shaft of a rigid black dick, watch me open my legs and guide his big cock into the excited wetness between my legs.

Maybe it was repetition or too much too fast, but before I really realized that I liked fucking strange black men as much or more than my husband liked watching me do it. With him always ready and me willing and available, we had all the strange men we wanted. From the web, word of mouth, and private sex parties, your fame, so to speak, spreads and other sex addicts with similar needs seek you out. It just becomes a sexual lifestyle that works for everyone involved and me doing it with strange black guys became the most exciting part of our sex lives for awhile. I did it whole heartedly because I liked it. Somehow pleasing myself and gratifying my husband at the same time wasn't whorish or trashy at all. We had sex with others so we could blossom and grow together...as a couple...to share instead of taking and giving. It was and still is a beautiful thing.

Of course, aging has required some changes in approach. The advantage of youthful beauty and sexual magnetism has to be replaced with personality, enthuiasm and fearless depravity if you want younger guys to give you a second thought. "loves to suck cock...swallows" in your internet ad works the best . I think black men like oral sex with white women more than anything else. If they think they're gonna get a blow job, they kinda forget about your age...and everything else. It's a small price to pay if you like sucking off young blackmen as much as my husband and I do.

Its an acquired taste, I suppose, but adaptability is key to conjugal bliss. Things change...you change...but that feeling is just as good now as it ever was. Spurting cocks inside me or on me get me off faster and better than anything else now. I've grown into a mature cum loving slut who just can't resist the thrill of being used and abused by strangers, often in groups and sometimes when hubby isn't with me at all. He's aged, too. He adores fucking me while I tell him about the black guy who took me for ride...how I sucked his big black dick and fucked him and still had his cum inside me.

My husband likes it so much, sometimes I make up things just to turn him on. He's pushing 60 but he stays hard and cums repeatedly when I'm confessing another trashy indiscretion during sex. He knows I like getting fucked repeatedly at parties and he goes ballistic when I tell him a lotta black guys took turns fucking me one right after another. I want that so bad - even now. God - how that must feel once it starts.

Looking back is fun but looking forward is exciting. Its not over 'til its over. As long as you horny young black studs want to drill a married white woman, who's older but really knows how to give a man what he wants, check us out at darkcavern.com. "loves giving oral - swallows". I can be the white school teacher you wanted in jr. high, or your aunt, your mother's sister or any other older, sexy woman in your past. I love entertaining my husband by screwing dark strangers right in front of his eyes. He likes watching it as much as I like doing it...always has.

After having Connie triggered to use interracial sex pictures to stimulate her fantasy a period of stability and happiness occurred in our marriage. We engaged ourselves in our sexlife in a new way where the thoughts of the presence of well-equipped black men around Connie now was an essential cornerstone. But it was still all in our fantasy, the need to go further was yet to come. Connie was happy now, her former neurotic mind about sex had disappeared and we had sex on a regular basis every week. She could even surprise me too. She told me that she liked to be naked, "you know just walk around without any clothes in our house and then have sex" was a sentence she often used now. Or: "I'll just most of my time in bed doing nothing but be entertained."

I told her that she turned me on with this talk and she should consider to express herself more consciously. Present yourself and your body in a way that tells people that you have got self-confidence and you are a bit proud of yourself. That would also impress your coming black lovers too. Start to wear clothes at home which tell people that you just wear them to have them taken off. This was a challenge to Connie, because of our small society. People would remark if she drastically changed her lifestyle attitude. But gradually she changed her look a bit. She started to paint her nails and use lipstick more often than before. She also bought new gowns and shoes with higher heels than before.

Then we posted an ad. in DC. Unfortunately at that time we didn't have any access to the members area, so we couldn't read other people's ads and only answer the feedback of our own. That restricted our overview a lot. Anyway we got around 10 answers and for the first time Connie got in direct contact with black guys.

Soon more to come

One night, my wife, and I had been up to the local bar. We both had a couple of beers and then decided to go home. When we got home, there was a message on the answering machine from a black friend of ours (For simplicity, I'll call him Joe.). All he said was he called and would call back later. Since it was still early, we decided to call him back and ask him over. To make a long story short, he came over and we sat around talking, listening to music and had a few more beers. After a while I started to get sleepy, and decided to go to bed. I left them in the den and went upstairs to bed. Our bedroom was right above the den and when I went to bed I could hear my wife and Joe talking. I lay there for a while listening to them, but soon fell to sleep.

About one O'clock in the morning, something woke me up. The first thing I noticed was my wife had still not come to bed. I listened for a while but could not hear anything from down stairs. I was just about to get up and see if she had gone to sleep in the den when I heard a sound. I lay there for a few minutes more trying to make out the sound when I heard my wife say "OH YES!" I still didn't know for sure what was going on, but I decided to stay where I was and listen for a while. After a few minutes, I heard my wife start to moan the way she did when we were having sex. I still wasn't real sure what was going on until her moans got louder. I then realized she was being fucked! I immediately got a hard on. I started to jack off while listening to them. It wasn't long before I heard Joe start to moan and my wife say "OH YES! FILL ME UP. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR CUM!" She started to cry out like I had never heard her do before. I immediately shot cum all over the place.

In a few minutes I heard her start to moan again. They were still going at it! I got hard and started to jack off again. In a few minutes I heard my wife start saying "OH YES" over and over again. Then I heard her say "OH YESSSS" and I knew he was cumming in her. I cum so hard it almost hurt.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. It seemed like hours, but I know it was only a few minutes later I heard the front door open and close. When my wife came into the bedroom, I pretended that I was asleep. When she slid into the bed next to me, I rolled over and kissed her. I then slid my hand toward her pussy. She grabbed my hand before it got there and said "I need to tell you something.". She then told me that she was handing Joe another beer when he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap and kissed her. She said she didn't know how but she found herself on the couch with him on top of her. I then told her that I had heard them and it was OK. She then told methat he had the biggest dick she had ever had in her. Then she said "he also had the most cum I've ever had in my life and he came in me twice. I've got cum running out of me.. I said "can I see?". I then reached over and turned the light on. When I pulled back the covers she pulled her legs up and opened them. Her pussy was stretched from fucking and full of cum. Cum was running out of her pussy into the crack of her ass. I reached out and put my finger into her. Cum ran out around my finger. She almost came again when I put my finger into her. I then started to kiss the inside of her leg. She went wild. She grabbed my head and guided it toward her pussy. I wasn't too sure I was ready for this, so I started kissing her stomach. I then got braver and let her guide my head toward her pussy. I kissed all around her pussy and then finally ran my tongue into her pussy. I ended up with a mouth full of Joe's cum. This was the first time I had tasted cum in my life. I decided that mixed with the taste of her pussy, it was pretty good. I ate all of the cum out of her pussy I could. She had two orgasms while I was eating her. I then slid up and slid my dick into her. I couldn't believe how wet she was. When I started moving inside of her I felt Joes cum start running down my balls. This just made me hotter. When I started to fuck her harder the slurping sounds her pussy started to make had me cumming in just a few minutes. We stayed awake until dawn talking about Joe and her and having sex.

Since then she has had sex several times and each time she comes home and wants me to eat her. She has started having fantasies about getting gang banged. I can't wait!

Maybe I should start by describing Janet. She is a spirited lady at times, but somewhat shy and restrained when it comes to sex. At 34 years old, she is 5'7" tall, and at approximately 135 lbs, I suppose you could call her a full-figured girl with her voluptuous measurements of 36c-30-35, but let me tell you, many men still find her attractive. She has short, curly, reddish blonde hair, lovely green eyes and a freckled face and upper body. She wears glasses and although I have talked to her about getting contacts she prefers not to. One of my friends once told me that he liked her in her glasses, that they gave her kind of a "sexy librarian" look in his opinion.

Janet works in the retail clothing business as a buyer for a chain of stores and therefore, she sometimes must travel to buying shows and conventions. She doesn't smoke, but drinks socially, usually white wine, or a beer once in a while. We live in a small town in a quiet subdivision. On her last trip she was gone for an entire week and when she returned I noticed she was much quieter than usual. I was soon to find out why.

When I got home from work one night I pulled into the driveway and there was a strange car sitting there. It was a very expensive looking foreign car, hell it probably cost more than what I make in two years. I went inside and there was Janet, looking very nervous and upset, sitting with a well dressed and very successful looking man. He was a real good looking guy about 6'3" tall and had the physique of a serious body builder.

She introduced him as Jack Tyler, the owner of Tyler industries, a very up and coming manufacturer of women's clothing. I shook his hand and sat down and then noticed that Janet was holding back tears for some reason. Tyler got up and went into the other room and said he would let us have some privacy to talk for a few minutes.

"What's wrong Dear?", I asked gently. "I, uh, well Bob, I have to talk to you about something and you must promise me that you will hear me out and let me tell the whole story, and PLEASE, don't be mad at me. I love you Bob, really I do, I never meant for anything like this to happen, I swear!"

I took her in my arms and soothed her and told her that there was nothing that could be that bad, and she should just go ahead and tell me what was wrong. Little did I know the bombshell that she was about to drop on me.

"Well Bob", she began, struggling to keep her composure, "Remember that last buying trip I went on? Well, while I was there I met Mr Tyler and we got to be good friends and he was so nice to me and so handsome and besides I thought it might be good for business if I got to know him better and we seemed to hit it off. Well anyway, Please don't be mad Bob, one night we were in the lounge and everyone had a few drinks and I guess I had more white wine than I"m used to and when Jack asked me to dance I didn't see any harm in it. And truthfully I have to admit that I was very flattered that such a handsome and wealthy man was paying attention to me. You know Bob, you have been spending more and more time on the computer lately and I have felt a little bit unappreciated you know." She straightened her skirt and tried to regain her composure and then she resumed her story.

"So anyway", she said softly, I guess we kind of lost track of time and when the band quit playing for the night we realized that everyone from our group had already gone back to their rooms. And then Jack, uh, I mean Mr Tyler, well he asked me if I would like to come up to his suite and see the new dresses for the fall line. And then he said that he might use me as a model for one of his new dresses and if I went to his room we could do a "fitting" and see if the dress looked O.K. on me. And since he was such a gentleman I didn't see any harm so I went to his room and we had a few more drinks and well, we were dancing to the radio in his room and uh, I got awfully drunk and for a minute I thought I would pass out Bob, Oh God I'm so sorry." I took her hand and said, "Well Honey a lot of people have had a little too much of a good thing, that's nothing to be so upset about."

"You don't understand Bob", she said with a red face, "When I woke up the next morning, Well, I mean, I was naked and in Jack's bed! I'm sorry Darling, I'm so ashamed, but HE FUCKED ME, BOB!" She looked at me with her big innocent eyes as if begging me not to be upset, then she went on. "Uh, there is something else Dear", she almost whispered, "I can't even remember it happening but he took nude pictures of me and now he says if we don't do as he says he will send them to all our friends and neighbors. Please forgive me!" Then she started crying and I got up in a rage to look for Tyler, although the crazy part was that even as angry as I felt my cock was getting hard in my pants at the thought of my conservative wife being fucked in a hotel room by a stranger!

Just then Jack walked back into the room, grinning from ear to ear. "You bastard", I said, I'll tear you apart!" He laughed and grabbed my arm and with one quick judo move pushed me on my ass onto the couch. "What you will do Bob is shut up and listen!", he sneered. "I'm in control here, I've got the pictures of your slut wife with her pussy spread wide open and her big C-cup tits on display and that means you will do whatever I say. Not to mention the fact that I am in better shape than you and I've got a black belt in karate", he laughed.

I knew that he had us where he wanted us. "We'll do what you say", I said under protest, "But why us? Why did you choose us to do this to?

"Well Bob", he began, "First of all, look at your wife. I mean damn man, look at the set of tits on her would you?" Janet looked down at the ground, her face turning a bright red at being the subject of such comments, especially in front of her husband. "Not to mention", he continued, "Even in those conservative little outfits she wears and as quiet as she is, I couldn't help but notice that she's got an ass that any man would love to shove his cock into and legs that could wrap around you like a vise. Plus Bob, your conservative little wife here has got a really hot little cunt, I loved fucking it till I filled it with my cum! And by the way, even though she was halfway out of it, your wife had a huge orgasm and was begging me to keep fucking her before I was finished with her." "I'm sorry Bob", Janet said, looking at the floor, "It's just that well, his cock was so much bigger than I had ever had before and it felt so good inside me and I was drunk and I just couldn't stop myself!"

"But that's not all Bob", he went on, "The real reason for all this goes back to several years ago. Do you remember a girl named Kathy that you worked with?" I drew a complete blank, I had no idea who he was talking about. "Kathy was my siser Bob, he said, "She was a sweet girl and then she met you. And one night, you talked her into bed and you fucked her and then you dropped her the next day, you bastard! When I realized that Janet was your wife I knew I would finally have my revenge. Since we are in the clothing business you might call it a Fitting Revenge!" He laughed at his bad joke at our expense and then paused.

"But I barely knew her", I said, "I didn't know she got her feelings hurt I swear, I didn't even remember her name!" "Shut up Bob", he said roughly, "Here's the way it is going to be. You fucked my sister and I fucked your wife but I'm not done yet. Tonight your slut wife is my property and you are going to watch me fuck her any way I want to, so get used to the idea."

I kept acting like I was upset over the way things were going but inside I was almost ready to break out laughing. For years I had dreamed about getting my reserved wife to loosen up and fuck another man while I watched and now I was going to get my wish! This guy thought he was punishing me when he was actually fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies! And from the way Janet had gone on about the size of this guy's cock I had the feeling she was going to end up enjoying herself too before the night was through!

I didn't have long to wait before finding out what Jack had in store for us. He went to his car and while he was gone Janet said franticly, "What are we going to do Bob? You've got to help me or he will force me to do God Knows what! Help me Bob, tell me what I should do." "I'm so sorry Janet", I said gently, "I just don't see any way out of this except to cooperate with him. Maybe it won't be so bad, I mean you said yourself you thought he was good looking so just go along with it and get it over with. The best thing is probably for you to just let yourself go and enjoy the sex, there isn't anything we can do to stop it anyway Darling." "I don't know how you can say that Bob, I'm your wife for God's sake!" she said indignantly, "But I guess I am partly to blame, I should never have danced with him and I certainly shouldn't have gone to a strange man's room in the middle of the night. And if I'm truthful, I have to admit that he was a very good lover."

This whole thing was turning out better than I could have ever planned it. I was going to get to watch my wife get fucked by a huge cock and I didn't even have to ask her to do it! What's more she seemed to be warming up to the idea.

Just then Jack came back in from his car and had a bag with him that he handed to my wife. This is what you are going to wear for me tonight slut, get your round ass in there and wiggle into these clothes and oh yeah, I want that pretty cunt shaved bald as a baby's butt too. Now do it!" "You can't order me around!", Janet protested. "Yes he can Honey", I told her, "We have no choice and you know it". She looked at Jack defiantly but then she resigned herself to the situation and went into the bathroom and started to run water in the tub.

A while later I heard the door to our bedroom open and I could hear the sound of high heels clicking on the floor. When Janet walked in the room my cock almost stood at attention. She was wearing a maroon silk dress that barely covered her ass and had a very low cut scoop neckline and the top was held up by two tiny spagetti straps. Her long sexy legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings and on her feet were 5" black suede high heels. Her C-cup tits mounded up out of the front of the dress and almost begged to be fondled, in fact they were bare to within a 1/2 inch of her big sexy nipples and the freckles on her sexy chest looked more delectable than ever before.

Jack smiled and rose from the couch and walked over to where my wife stood. He walked around her and whistled slowly and stopped right behind her. Janet stiffened but he rubbed her shoulders and said, "SH,SH,SH, my dear, Just relax and let yourself go, here have a drink why don't you?" He handed her a huge glass of white wine and in her nervousness she drank most of it down. Then he began to rub her bare shoulders and slowly lowered his hands until he was grasping and squeezing my wife's big sexy tits. "What do you think Bob?", he asked with a sadistic smile, "Do you like the way my private whore looks tonight? Doesn't my slut have lovely big tits?" Then he untied the straps on her pretty shoulders and let the front of the dress drop, exposing the black, strapless, half cup bra that held my wife tits but left the big nipples exposed. "You need to see the rest of my slut's outfit don't you Bob?", he said. Then he lifted her dress and I saw that her stockings were the kind with elastic lace at the top and they didn't need a garter belt and also that her panties were tiny black thongs which barely covered her cunt and left her ass almost totally exposed. Then he put his finger inside her panties and pulled her them aside, displaying her naked shaved pussy.

"Put yourself back together slut", he said suddenly, "We're going out for a drink". "Oh My God", Janet said in a panic, "You can't expect me to go out dressed in this outfit, what if someone sees me?" "Take your choice Honey", he said cruelly, "Either a few guys in a bar see you in that dress or everyone you know gets a picture of you in the mail with your cunt spread wide open and your tits on display." Janet glanced at me and then began to pull herself together and we walked out to Jack's car.

To our horror Jack drove us to a bar not far from our home where we sometimes go to play billiards. When we walked in the door every man in the place turned and then did a doubletake when they saw Janet in her sexy dress and then realized it was her. They had never seen her in anything remotely like what she was wearing and they loved finally getting a good look at her tits and legs.

Jack led us directly over to a billiards table and handed Janet a cue and started to play. When it was her turn she turned demurely to him and said, "I can't bend over the table in this outfit, my breasts will almost fall out of it and the men behind me will be able to look right up my dress!" Jack just laughed and said, "It's about time some of the men in this town saw what a fucking hot slut you really are Janet. Now do it and make it a good show or else!" Janet knew he was serious so she started to play. The trouble was that just as she predicted all the men behind were literally looking right up her dress and her thong panties did nothing to conceal her round meaty ass and before long several of them were making comments. "Oh yes", said one of them, "Watch when that slut bends over the table, oh man look at the fucking ass on her, I'd sure like to fuck that!" "Thats for sure", said another, "I love the thighs on that long tall slut, I'll bet she can wrap them around you all night long. What a good fuck she must be!" I knew Janet could hear their vulgar comments but after a while it seemed that she started to enjoy her effect on the men and she seemed to start getting into her sexy routine.

At one point Janet bent over to make a shot and without her even knowing it her right breast popped out of her dress and she walked around for a few minutes with it exposed, nipple and all! My cock was stiff as a board and I loved the fact that all these men were seeing my wife as the hot slut I had always wanted her to be. When she finally realized her tit was hanging out for all the men to see, she surprised me with her reaction. Instead of going into a panic, she just smiled and in full view of all the men she pulled the top of her dress out and very sensually pushed her big juicy tit back into place. That was when I realized that she was really getting horny from exhibiting her body to all these men and I wondered what would happen next.

Jack laughed and told me he was in the mood to "fuck the whore", as he put it and he took Janet by the hand and led her into the Men's room and I followed them in. After he got in there he pulled my wife against him and began to kiss her long and passionately with lots of tongue. She responded almost at once and soon she was groping at his cock and he had her dress lying in a heap on the dirty floor and there she stood in nothing but her sexy black underwear. Next he ripped her panties off and unhooked her bra and tore it off leaving her naked except for her black hose and high heels. My cock was swollen painfully and I stared at the whore that my wife had become in disbelief.

Jack turned her around, bent her over the sink and then dropped his pants and pulled out a 10" cock and thrust it deep into my wife's cunt and started fucking her so hard she began to whimper. "There you go, you fucking whore", he hissed, "That's what you like isn't it slut? You love to be fucked by me and you know it!" "Oh damn you", she replied in a breathy voice, "Yes I do love it, oh damn, fuck me with that big hairy cock! Please keep fucking me. oh yes, oh I'm cumming, oh my God!" Then while Janet was in the throes of her orgasm Jack quickly pulled his big cock out of her pussy and began to work it into her sexy ass causing her to whimper just a bit with pain. In just a few strokes though I saw my wife start to respond to his hard thrust and when he reached around in front of her and started stroking her swollen cunt she started to have yet another orgasm. With his other hand Jack pulled and twisted on her nipples and squeezed her tits roughly. Jack continued his relentless attack on her ass until finally he grunted, "There you go you fucking whore, Take that cock up your ass you bitch, that's right whore I'm cumming in your ass you hot little slut!" He grunted and his cock began to spurt cum deep into Janet's ass and only then was he ready to slowly pull his cock out of her tight asshole.

He pulled up his pants and Janet collapsed onto the floor and lay there totally naked with cum dripping out of her ass and her tits covered with red marks from his rough treatment of them. That was when I realized that while I had been watching Jack fuck my wife three other men had come in and had also watched my wife's performance. "You want to fuck the slut?" Jack said as he nodded to the three men, "Go ahead, she's a horny little tramp, that's for sure".

The three men, a black, a mexican, and a white guy, wasted no time pulling off their clothes and then the white guy threw his jacket down on the floor and layed on his back and pulled my wife on top of him. Janet knew exactly what he wanted and she wasted no time in climbing onto his stiff cock and then began fucking him rapidly. He reached up and twisted her swollen nipples causing her to groan, "Oh, I love it, Please fuck me harder!" The Mexican man got behind Janet on his knees and stuffed his big brown cock into her well lubricated asshole. "Fuck my ass", she grunted, Oh Damn, I never knew it could feel so good to be fucked, I love big cocks!" Finally the black stuck his huge ebony rod in her face and she began licking it up one side and down the other and finally she took it deep in her slutty mouth and began to suck him deeper down her throat. They used all three of her holes for as long as they could hold out and then one by one they filled my wife's cunt, ass and mouth with their cum. "What a fucking slut!", the black guy sneered as he pulled his pants up to leave. "I thought I had seen some cheap whores", said one of the others, "But this tramp is unbelievable".

Word had spread through the bar that Janet was taking on all comers in the men's bathroom and a group of 5 college age guys came in and had pulled their cocks out and were jacking off as they looked down at my naked and well fucked wife, who was still lying on the dirty floor of the restroom. "You guys can shoot where you want to but I'm gonna cum on this whore's face!" said one of them in delight. Another laughed and said, "I'm aiming for those big fucking tits of her's!" One by one they each claimed a piece of my wife's body and by now Janet was beside herself with lust and she was fingerfucking herself feverishly as she looked up and watched them jacking off over her naked body. "Cum on my face!", she moaned, "And cum on my tits and pussy too. Treat me like a whore, please! Oh God I'm cumming so damn good!"

Janet's body shook with the strength of her orgasm and at the same time the young men began spewing their creamy loads all over her naked body. By the time they were done she was drenched in their jism and it glistened in the light of the dingy room. As they stood there shoving their cocks back into their jeans one of them looked over at me and said, "What about you buddy? Don't you want to fuck this whore or something?"

I just smiled and then I realized that Tyler was gone. He had left at some point and I was so busy watching my wife fuck and suck the other men I hadn't even noticed. Then I realized that he must have taken Janet's dress with him when he left since it was nowhere to be seen.

I helped Janet up to her feet, still wearing the black hose and high heels. Then I put her black bra and panties on her and led her proudly out into the bar and asked one of them men who had fucked her if he could give us a ride home. Every man in the bar was staring at Janet as she stood there in only her underwear, her big tits, cunt, ass, and face covered with dried sticky cum from eight different men. He said sure that he would give us a ride home but only in exchange for a blowjob when we got out to his car. Janet had handled so many cocks that night that one more didn't bother her so I agreed and soon we were back in our home.

I stripped her clothes off of her and put her in our bed and as she drifted off to sleep I used my tongue to clean every drop of cum from her well used body.

The next morning I wasn't sure what to expect but as it turned out Tyler had done me a favor. The first thing Janet said was that she wanted to be fucked good and hard and after we were done she told me that she had never known how good it felt to be a slut and that from now on she would fuck and suck any man that I asked her to.

So Jack got his revenge but so did I. I had always wanted Janet to be a hot wanton slut and now she was. I call that a fitting revenge indeed!

Then my husband brought me fresh and strong coffee and while we drank it, on his initiative we had a new talk about our marriage and sexlife. I knew I could trust him, because he's always been very loyal to me, so when he mentioned how turned on you can be by watching white women having sex with black guys, and I could try it, if I would like to, I listened and calmed down.

We had wonderful sex that night, and I admit it was because of the pictures I'd seen. We both wanted not to lose what we'd refound, so the next night we did it again, but much more sober this time. A remarkable thing happened to me while having sex with Eric. Pictures of nude strong black men with huge dicks started to show up in my mind, as well as white women, who looked very happy while they were having intercourse with these men.

After an hour of happy sex reunion, I tried to sound innocent when I asked him if he could show me some more pictures. I wanted to see more of that which have outnumbered me for so long. It felt hard for me to say this, but I felt relieved afterwards. Unconsciously I was starting to get out of myself. The next hour we sat together before our computer and watched pictures. Eric had chosen a bit more nasty pictures this time. More intercourses with a lot of different positions. I clearly saw these black dicks, most of them very big, deeply penetrating moaning white women. At first, with a look of expectancy they laid on their backs waiting for their penetrations. Later on, how they embraced their lovers' dark skinned bodies with their arms and legs, while the look on their faces told me they were in the world of pure orgasm and excitement. They influenced my mind a lot, I got horny and even more: I imagined for the first time myself in company with a tall black man. We were nude, and he stood before me, between my widely spread apart legs.He had his his big steel hard dick in his hand and in a moment I should feel it go slow and deep into my body. I was thrilled because it was so big and how would I be able to handle it?

I told my husband that I very well could understand he got horny by watching pictures like these. Right at the moment my fantasy was turned on too. Maybe I should consider to do it myself, but I would insist of his approval, and he would not be able to back out if I decided to try "this black magic thing." I could not forgive him that. (Analogous to how can you show a child candy and take it away?) I also told him that perhaps I would like to be fucked by a lot of these black guys, so could he handle to listen to my moaning and screaming for several hours? But right now at that moment I needed a break, the thoughts were coming much too fast, so could we discuss it another time?

The following days nothing special happened before Wednesday. Until that day we did our work and did not mention anything about our new common project. Mostly I was happy because we've found each other again and I no longer acted so ashamed as I did before after a weekend like the last one. Then Wedensday noon at work I received the first nasty e-mail from Eric. Oh God, how could he do this to me? He'd sent me 5 pictures and I saw the most beautiful nude very dark skinned black (Lex Slater) man with a penis around 9 - 10 inches. "Can you handle this? Are you ready for more pics?" he asked. Angrily I closed the mail immediately before any other person could have a look over my shoulder. "You foolish idiot, how can you send pictures like these to my working e-box," I replied.

The rest of the day this black guy started to disorganize my thoughts more and more while I was working. Finally I ended my job and started to think what I had to do with Eric's e-mail. At that moment I was alone at the office, so I opened the e-mail and studied the pictures carefully. The man was so delicious, so I downloaded the picture and saved him a well hidden place outside my working computer, so I could study him anytime I liked. "Sorry I was angry, before, it was the old me who took control again" I answered him. "I shall try to be more open-minded from now on. Yes I'm ready for more pictures, but mail them to my private Hotmail box. I think I can handle a man like that, because I've been obsessed of him the whole day."

Then an e-mail dialogue between us started the next days. Eric sent me more pictures, which I passed my remarks on. My sexual fantasy had become stimulated that's why some of the comments I wrote were in a quite uncontrollable and nasty way. And the pictures became more nasty too. Eric changed the focus from black men to white women. He sent me pictures of black'n white oralsex, I saw how the women's well painted faces were in close contact with beautiful black dicks. Eric's timing was perfect, all the time he chose the right pictures. His feeling for how I would react was perfect. Until this week I didn't like oralsex at all, but black dicks seemed to me to be much more different than the white ones. In all the way they seemed to me to be beautiful in their colour, shape,size, power and strength, much more like a lollipop or a delicious piece of meat, which naturally finds its way into your mouth. Yes, in my fantasy I would love to be as nasty as these women, and yes if the black dick was well washed, clean and disease free I would proberly nurse it with my mouth.

It was so wonderfull that my husband encouraged me to get to know and accept the "nasty me person". Gradually I realized that I couldn't and wouldn't live without this fantasy. Everyday in my mind I had different types of intercourse with black men. I turned into a much more happy person and people around me reconized that too.

More to come.

I knew that if she would go down on me on our first date that she was also doing the same for the other men she was dating but we were not as yet in love with each other so it really didn't matter to me. In fact I found the idea of her screwing other men strangely arousing.

I didn't mention my feelings about this to Elaine and she never talked about what she did with others until one night when I arrived to pick her up for a date. Just as I turned onto her street I noticed a car pull out of her drive and turn the opposite way down the street. I didn't think much about this until I rang the doorbell. Elaine, thinking I was the other man, called from behind the door as she opened it "What's the matter Jim. Haven't you had enough for one day?". When she saw it was me and not Jim she was as startled as I. Standing in her open doorway with nothing on she gasped "I. I thought you were someone else." "Obviously." I replied. "God, I'm sorry John. I guess I lost track of time." I realized that I had become extremely excited seeing her that way and knowing that another man had just made love to her. All I could say was "Did you and your friend enjoy yourselves?". I didn't mean this the way it sounded and Elaine replied "Don't be angry. Please. You had to know I have been dating other men and we don't really have anything permanent do we." We were in her apartment now and I said "We could if you wanted." "What do you mean, We could?" she said. "I mean we can have whatever you want." "I want you to forget about what just happened and love me." Elaine said. "I do love you." I said "And I don't want to forget about what just happened. I want you to tell me about what happened while I screw you brains out." "You mean now?" "Right now." I replied as I picked Elaine up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Elaine's bed was a mess. I could smell the musk from her lovemaking. I noticed a large wet stain on the sheets and knew that on that spot another man had emptied himself in my beautiful Elaine's cunt. I knew also that she must have enjoyed it just as much as he had and that only served to make me more excited.

I placed Elaine on the opposite side of the bed from the wetness and said as I began tearing at my clothes "May as well mess up both sides now hadn't we." Elaine said as she was nervously trying to unbuckle my trousers "I love you John. I really love you." My trousers fell to the floor and as I buried my face between her legs to kiss her pussy, I said "Just tell me what happened." I noticed Jim's cum was still seeping from Elaine's pussy. I didn't know how I felt about eating her out with someone else's cum still inside her. I only knew that I wanted more than anything for her to start talking and for me to start eating. "Are you serious?" Elaine asked. "100 percent." I said in a muffled voice because by now I had her cunt lips parted and was trying to reach her depths with my tongue. I could taste Jim's cum on my tongue and feel it's almost pleasant burning sensation on the back of my throat.

Elaine began. "I have know Jim for about 4 months now. I met him while shopping and he invited me to join him for a drink. We talked and he told me he was married and that his wife had an affair with his neighbor. He admitted that he had invited me for drinks hoping to get even with her but didn't think he could go thru with it. I was really attracted to Jim right away and I told him that he shouldn't encourage something if he couldn't follow thru. He asked if I were serious and I told him I was indeed. He asked where we could go and I told him to follow me. We came here and made love for hours." "He was good then?" I asked. "The best." Elaine continued. "Since then Jim come over about two or three times a week. He called this morning and wanted to come today." "What time did he arrive?" I asked. "About 10. He wanted me to give him head as soon as he got here." "Did you?" "I did and he shot a load you wouldn't believe. He came so fast I couldn't believe it. He said he hadn't had any science we had done it together the week before. I know it must have been true from the way he came." "Did you swallow his load?" I asked. "You know I'm not a spitter. Of course I swallowed it. What I could anyway. He came so much and it was so thick that some of it squirted out of my mouth and onto my chin and face. Jim helped me get it off with his fingers and I licked them clean for him." "He arrived at 10 and left at seven. What happened next?" "Well, after I sucked him off we came in here and I played with his cock, kissing it and sucking it until he was ready to fuck me. We fucked then I sucked him hard again and we fucked some more. We fell asleep then and didn't wake up until five. I woke up with Jim eating my bush just as you are now."

"Does he give good head?" I asked. "Not as good as you. He doesn't take my clit in his mouth the way you do. I mean I like it when he eats me but you're better." "You must have fucked him again because the bed is still wet." "I did. First we got into a 69 position and sucked each other. He almost came in my mouth but this time I wanted him to cum in my pussy so I quit sucking his cock and just licked his balls. He really enjoys it when I lick the underside of his balls and the area near his ass." "Did you come while he was eating you?" "Not this time. It's kinda hard for me to come when he eats me but I did come twice earlier while he ate me." "What next?"

"Well, Jim got me on my hands and knees and fucked me doggy style. He likes that too because he says he can reach deeper inside that way." "Did he come inside you then?" "No, not then. We changed with me sitting on top and slowly pumping his cock in me. Then he got on top and really started fucking me hard. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pounded me. Just as I started to cum I felt his balls tighten and he unloaded all that he had in me. It must have been a lot from the wet spot and it was running down me leg when you arrived. Can you taste Jim's cum in me?" "Not now." I replied. "I think I've cleaned you out pretty good." "I want to suck your cock." Elaine said. I lay on my back and Elaine got between my legs so we could look into each others eyes as she sucked my cock. I like to watch as I shoot off and Elaine swallows my load. Today I told her I wanted her to take my cock out of her mouth and jack me as I came. I wanted to see the cum shoot into her mouth.

Just as I was about to lose my load Elaine opened her mouth and with a gentle squeezing motion she jacked my load into her mouth. I watched as the thick white fluid sprang from my cock and found it's way in Elaine's mouth. She lost surprisingly little of my load as she took my cock into her mouth to drain all she could.

When convinced she had all I could give she moved up and gave me a kiss. At first I was surprised how wet her lips were but then I realized that she had not swallowed my load as she normally does. Instead she was sharing it with me. I must say I enjoyed tasting my own cum, Still warm and thick. We still do this sometimes and it never fails to excite me.

Elaine and I married shortly after this experience. We have been married for almost 12 years now and she still dates other men. She dated Jim for about three years after we were married and on several occasions I joined them. I can't explain why I enjoy my beautiful wife having sex with other men. I just do. I love to watch as she enjoys herself while pleasing another man. I have encouraged Elaine to date other men she finds attractive and to tell me the details later.

Just last tuesday she met a black guy. His name is Bill and he's a salesman that travels this area. He is in town tonight and invited Elaine to dinner and drinks. Elaine is here dressing for her date with Bill tonight and I noticed she douched herself and put on some really sexy panties and bra. I think she is going to wear the red dress I bought her. I hope she does because she looks great in it and it drives men wild.

Well Elaine just drove off to meet Bill. Before she left she read this letter and has approved of my sending it. She also told me that she planned to stay the entire night with Bill at his hotel. They'll be up all night fucking and sucking. Elaine really hates quickies.

Also I've read something very interesting about white women's unconscious mind. Why they react as they do, when it comes to sex outside marriage. Why they naturally prefer black men, and why they do things, some of them never had done with their husbands. Specially I'm glad I read, because it helps me to understand myself and why there necessarily not have to be any contradiction between having a happy marriage and have a spicy sexlife, which involves other persons than my husband.

My husband and I have started to write our common story about how we developed a sexual fantasy about changing our life together quite considerably. Eric has already told you what it was about, so I will focus upon how I reacted when he told me to spice our marriage up by including black male lovers. First I thought he was crazy, which man will openly allow his wife to have other sexual partners? But when he explained his thoughts and fantasy to me, which included some pictures, I became curious.

Our sexlife was terribly bad, and I have to admit a part of the situation was because of me. I have never taken sex seriously, and I think it's because I once in my young days allowed 5 guys to do anything to me. I was at their party and got so drunk, so I didn't resist anything. They fucked me for hours, and I was told afterwards that I couldn't get enough. Ohh how ashamed I was, so I reacted to this by becoming a good and faithful teenage girl. Every stepmother's dream for her son. I could play that role and most people believed that this person was the real me. Most of the time I was, but not when I get drunk, then the guys could have me, I was an easy target. When I met Eric my sister has just got her first child, so I her elder sister was soon prepared to have my children, a normal way of living in our small traditional society. Therefore I fed Eric with all that sex he wanted and it could be several times a day. He boasted that our hangovers were fucked away. I wasn't happy to hear him say so, because it reminded me of the memories from the past.

After our child was born a year later I completely lost my interest for sex, and we were only together in the weekends after some drinks. Sometimes we were out in town and it could go terribly wrong for me. After some drinks suddenly I could find myself in company with other guys, of course Eric was angry. We hadn't agreed upon anything like a swinger lifestyle, so he saw me as a woman who could be unfaithful to him as soon as she's got too much to drink. At last I nearly stopped drinking, the result of that was no sexlife at all. As a sober person I could not take any initiative and Eric wouldn't. As a drunken person Eric disgusted me and wouldn't touch me at all. We became pretenders, we were a lucky pair with a very sweet and intelligent daughter. And talking about our problem was difficult, and very often we became angry at each other.

Sometimes I felt we could have our old life back if we moved to another place long away from our home, a place like that where we met each other long time ago. I was more free there and before our daughter was born there was no problem with our sexlife. Where we live I had to act as the good and careing wife and mother, and it is not funny to meet the 5 guys from the past in the streets or at some parties.

More to come...

While I was in prison, I saw a group of blackmen force a young white kid with light hair into a cell on the top tier. Before they hung the blankets over the cell door and blocked the view, I saw that kid on his knees sucking one of those guys. I was impressed with the size of the guy's black cock and seeing it in that kid's mouth gave me a terrific hard on in spite of my efforts to disregard it. The gangrape went on for almost three hours. Black guys, one right after another, went into that cell, screwing that whiteboy in his ass and making him suck their black cocks. As awful as it seems, the thought of them fucking him like excited me...made me horny. I could just see him in there, taking one hard black dick after another, forced to satisfy anyone who came in and wanted to fuck him. I guess it appealed to the insatiable whore that perneates my feminine side, or something because the thought of getting fucked over and over like that really turned me on. Of course, I could never really do it. The gay or bi-sexual stigma was unbearable in a place like that.

So I kept my fantasy turn-on a secret. Of course, the possibility of the same thing happening to me was very real in that place, and that possibility, however remote, fueled recurring erotic dreams about it happening to me. Why did the thought of being subdued, overpowered and taken like that arouse me so if it wasn't what my feminine side wanted? The dreams were like watching myself take black cocks in my ass and suck them off and swallow their salty cum when they shot off in my mouth. It was terror and fantasy all in one and more than once, I woke up ejaculatiung as I dreamed of another rigid blackman thrusting his thick cock in my face, forcing me to suck it, too! The erotic bad dreams and all those prison-induced desires disappeared completely when I was released. The fantasy quickly faded but, fantasies, once born, always stay alive in the back of our minds.

I was never more aware of that than I was the night Pam and me were in bed messing around and discussing secret fantasies. She was hot for another fuck and feeling frisky and brazen when she revealed her most secret fantasy. She started out by saying its was awful to even think such a thing but, for some reason, thinking about it excited her and made her wet. Even as a teenager visions of being tied to a bed and repeatedly raped by strange blackmen filled her head. She said the thought of lying there on that bed, naked, knowing that whoever came thru the door would be black and hard and ready for his turn, thrilled her like no other fantasy she ever had. She ended her confession by saying she was probably just a whore at heart.

It was like being instantly transported back to prison, back to my perch outside that covered cell, back to the excitement I felt knowing they were fucking him in there. Only this time, the person the person I envisioned them fucking wasn't a skinny white boy in a prison cell - it was my wife! When she noticed how hard my cock was, my wife relaxed and seemed very relieved. Having feared her fantasy desires might offend me, she was glad to see me as excited about it as she was. We talked about a motel bed with her naked and spread-eagled, as one tumescent black stud after another came into the room to have his way with her. We talked about it for a long time. We were still talking about it when I stiffened between her legs and shot her pussy full of cum again.

Anyone can guess what I did next, right? I put up a post in the contacts section of the CAVERN soliciting compatible black guys to help me make my wife's naughty fantasy come true. I'm sure it was the sexy photos of her half naked that prompted the tremendous response we got. It wasn't easy whittling so many down to 8, but I did it. Even then, I couldn't be sure all 8 could be or would be in the right place at the right time. I just had to trust that their expressed desire to screw my wife. Sexy, white women who like screwing blacks usually motivate them. And, my wife wasn't just white pussy. She's gorgeous by anybody's standards. Even if some didn't show up, I figured 4 or 5 guys would be enough to make my wife's fantasy real, for her and everybody else. Strange blackmen coming in our room one after another and fucking her white pussy would surily make her feel like the slutty blackcock cum dump whore wife she had fantasized about...the one she'd always wanted to be. And, I could hardly wait to see it. That was one "train" I wouldn't have missed for the world.

I got lucky with the motel. I managed to get a suite/seperate room combination with a connecting door that was perfect for our little extravaganza. Eight guys might be a little cramped in the connecting room, but considering each in turn would have his chance at my wife's pussy when he went thru the connecting door to her suite, I wasn't expecting, (and didn't get) any complaints about anything. Dwayne (some youngster I included in the group) didn't show...cold feet, I guess, but the other 7 were all on time. After the introductions and a few naughty one-liners about "doorknobs" and everybody "taking a turn", l suggested they cut cards to determine their order of appearance, so to speak, while I went to make sure the wife was as excited and eager as we all seemed to be.

As I tied my completely naked and quite voluptuous wife's hands and feet to the bed posts, preparing her for what was to cum, I couldn't hide the rigid stiffy trying to burst thru my pants. As I secured the blindfold on her eyes, I noticed how full and taut her nipples were. I saw the beaded moisture in her pubic hair reflecting the overhead light like tiny prisms. She was really wet and aroused, anxious even. I carressed her parted thighs and brushed her nipples with my fingertips, urging her to let herself go when the time came...to give it to'em...all of'em.

What followed was one of the most arousing and erotic sexual encounters it has have been my privilege to witness. For almost three hours, they fucked her. One after another they used and sodomized her, calling her names and complimenting her on her oral skills as they pummeled her mouth and pussy repeatedly. After each guy had his way with her, I wiped her down and cleared the deck for the next one. Several of them fucked her twice by getting back in line after fucking her the first time. I didn't mind that and neither did she.

After the 4th one, she was just a pussy waiting to be fucked. She was excited and ready everytime a new guy mounted her. Despite her efforts to control herself, I knew by the look in her eyes and the lust the enveloped her as they kept coming and cumming, that she was really whoring for the first time in her life...that she was giving her white pussy to all those horny blacks willingly and eagerly. No professional whore could have been better than she was that night. She sucked and fucked and teased and satisfied every man who wanted her with an enthusiasm that never wavered throughout the entire ordeal. She "ohhed" and "ahhhed" and delighted them all with her titillating responses to their intrusive thrusts. "I never knew black cocks were so big," she whispered when the better hung ones were between her legs. She urged them all to fuck her white pussy good, begging for their cum at just the right time. She never resisted or refused anything they wanted, including her butt hole.

I never knew and my wife liked anal sex until that night. When Bubba, the unelected leader of the group untied my wife and turned her over onto her stomach, she squealed for him to stop. But he was already re-tying her and squeezing the rounded globes of her sexy ass. He told her what a sexy white ass she had...that he had never fucked a white woman in the ass before and wanted her to be the first.

I watched as he played with her naked ass cheeks and teased her puckered hole with his fingers. Someone gave him some lubricant and, ignoring her whimpers for mercy, he positioned himself between her legs and started greasing up her ass. Then he lubricated his thick cock. I expected her to protest when he forced his big dick into her tight butthole but she accepted his thick cock with surprising ease. She shreiked and begged for him to stop but at the same time she was pushing her ass back against his hammering thrusts, taking him all the way to the balls.

Once he was in her ass, he wasted no time. He pounded her puckered anus with long, penetrating strokes, talking about how tight her white ass was and how much he enjoyed fucking her in it. He bragged about his big, black cock and her married white ass and how exciting it was to fuck her ass with her husband (me) watching.

Finally, two other guys, impatiently fondling their own erections, urged Bubba to cum so they could hit that white ass too. In nothing flat, Bubba was buried in her bowels, pumping his hot cum directly into her colon as she writhed in orgasmic delight beneath him. Then, as soon as he pulled out, he was replaced by another guy and then another until my wife's poor asshole was stretched and gapping like the mouth of a cave. It was like their blacks cocks were still in her after they'd pulled them out.

The wife and I often look at the photos I took and get each other all fired up remembering that night and all the fucking. The fantasy was perfect and my wife enjoyed it as much if not more than I did....than they did. Thereafter she was a willing participant at interacial parties and clubs. She even brought strange guys home and fucked'em in our bed with me watching from the closet. A lot of guys bully their wives into doing it with blacks but I am blessed with a wife who really likes it. My cup runneth over........