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NEVER TOO LATE


My wife Connie and I had met late in life, the "second time around." My first wife and I had enjoyed swinging-mostly threesomes with guys, since I've always been a voyeur-for many years, with both black and white men. But when Connie and I married at age 50, I assumed my days of voyeuristic pleasures were over. And frankly, I thought I was okay with that. We had an excellent sex life, but for her age, Connie was grossly inexperienced. She had married and divorced very young and to my amazement had only been with a few other men since, in spite of the fact that she was younger looking and way more attractive than most women her age.

Despite her inexperience, she was a fantastic lover. I was grateful and happy, but after a few years-perhaps because she was so good in bed-my old desires came back. I started imagining her with others, mostly black men, but never considered actually bringing it up to her. We had been married for five years, she was 55 years old-a great looking 55, but 55 nonetheless-and it all seemed out of the question.

But then my own body betrayed me…and I was grateful for it. Connie and I were making love and I came almost instantly upon entering her. I had been having similar problems for awhile, but it was getting worse. She was always sweet and understanding, but I knew she was getting increasingly frustrated. This time, without really thinking, I blurted out, "You need a younger man. Someone who can keep up with you."

"Oh, no I don't," she said sweetly. "It's okay, really!" But I could see the disappointment in her eyes when she peeked at my already flaccid cock. At that point I thought, what the hell-and decided to push my luck.

"I mean it," I said. "Seriously. You need someone about, oh, half your age."

She looked at me in shock. "Don't be silly!"

"Look," I went on, "you're still in your prime. I'm not. Besides, you know how much I like to watch you when we make love." I had long ago strategically placed a mirror in our bedroom. "I can only imagine what a turn on it would be watching you with someone else."

To make a long story shorter, she slowly began to get over her initial shock as I continued to explain my darkest desire. "But how would we find someone else?" she finally said. At that point I knew I had won her over.

"Don't worry," I said reassuringly. "I'll take care of everything. I'll find him and, don't worry-I'll screen him very well. He'll be young, handsome, nice, and well hung!" My wife has never had a problem with me handling particular areas of our life, and this was no exception. She agreed to leave it up to me.

You may have noticed that I never mentioned "black" to her, even though it was my plan all along. Why? Well, I didn't want to push it, bringing race into the equation right off the bat-and I knew I didn't have to. My sweet wife is a long-time hard core liberal, so if in my search I came up with someone who just "happened" to be black, I knew she would be want to be cool and not make a big deal of it. Of course, when I placed an ad on our local alternative web site, I specifically said we were looking for a black man!

I got a huge number of responses. Not surprising, since in the ad I included a picture of Connie in bra and panties and high heels that accented every curve of her voluptuous body. I settled on a guy named Derek. He was tall, handsome, and young but not too young. He said he had had a little experience at this but "not a whole lot." He was 29, making him more than twenty-five years younger than Connie- perfect for the voracious sexual appetite of my 55-year-old wife! What I liked best was, judging by the picture he sent, he was also very dark-skinned and very well hung.

The next day I told her, "We've got a date this weekend."

She was so excited she could barely speak. "Who is he? What did you tell him? What did he say???"

"Basically," I said, "we agreed to meet for drinks at the Holiday Inn and we'd just 'see what happens,' as he put it. And by the way," I added, "He's black. Is that okay?"

The look on her face was priceless, as she tried very hard to appear casual. "Oh…sure."

That Saturday was one of the longest days of my life. In the morning, Connie went to the hairdresser and had her hair done, and then to the nail salon, leaving with perfectly manicured bright red talons. She looked gorgeous. In general, she puts most 55-year-olds to shame. Connie has a very young-looking, unlined face, framed by silky, shoulder-length red hair, and a voluptuous, curvy body. She's got big beautiful tits and a nice plump ass that's set off by a small waist.

We spent Saturday afternoon in nervous anticipation. Late in the afternoon, we carefully selected the clothes and lingerie she would wear. That in itself was a major turn-on. After what seemed like an eternity, evening finally arrived, and we took off-early-for the hotel. We sat in the quiet bar at a booth, sipping our drinks and wondering if Derek would even show up. Connie was nervous, fidgeting with the napkins and swizzle stick, and finally excused herself to go to the bathroom and touch up her hair and makeup.

As soon as she left, Derek showed up, right on time. I was impressed with him. He was built rock solid-broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a tight bubble butt-somewhat over six feet tall and generally kind of physically imposing, but very charming.

"Have a seat," I said. "Connie's in the bathroom. She'll be right back."

As if on cue, Connie, in a short black cocktail dress, wobbled over to our booth on her three-inch high stiletto heels a wave of sexy perfume. Derek's face broke into an electric smile. I could see he was pleased. If he only knew, I thought, that underneath she was wearing a transparent black bra and panties, with a skimpy garter belt holding up her black seamed stockings. She had put on her makeup more heavily this evening as well. Darkly shadowed eyes peeked out from the tousled wavy hair that framed her face, and her lips glistened with blood-red lipstick that matched her nail polish. She was totally breathtaking.

"Hi, Derek," Connie said cheerily, trying to hide her nervousness.

"Hello, Connie," he answered. "I must say, you're even more beautiful than your picture." After thanking him, she stood there for a moment, not sure which side of the booth to enter and who to sit next to. I quickly rose and slid out. "Here Connie," I said with a smile, "You're the girl. You sit in the middle." We all laughed nervously.

Derek ordered a drink and Connie and I ordered a second round. We made small talk for the next half hour. Derek was indeed charming and handsome, and I could see he was making a good impression on my wife. When we had all finished our drinks I decided to go for it.

"Well," I said as casually as I could. "Shall I go get us a room?"

"I sure would like that," Derek said quickly.

Connie hesitated while Derek and I held our breath. Then she said simply, "Okay."

I left them there and hurried out to the front desk to get the room. When I returned I saw that they were sitting closer together, shoulder to shoulder against each other. . . and his hand was resting on her thigh.

We walked in silence to the elevators.

As the three of us rode up, Derek put an arm around my wife's shoulder. Then he turned to her and said, "You're a very beautiful woman." Before she could finish getting out her nervous "Thank you," he was kissing her long and hard on the lips. Connie responded eagerly, throwing her arms around his neck and opening her mouth wide to accept his tongue, which I could tell was deep into her mouth. His hands were on her ass, pressing her closer against him. The bulge in my pants was already obvious. Thankfully, when we reached our floor, they quickly broke off their embrace before the doors opened. We certainly didn't want to attract attention at this point in the game!

As soon as we got into the room, they just picked up where they left off. I had barely closed the door behind us before the two of them were kissing deeply, tongues and hands exploring frantically. They stood at the foot of the bed embracing, their lips locking in one long, passionate kiss. Derek's tongue slid between her red lips and explored her mouth. Tilting her head back, Connie opened wide and let him work his tongue all around-she's a great kisser. My cock got very hard as I watched their tongues frantically darting back and forth. Both Derek's hands were cupping my wife's big ass, squeezing and feeling, and her arms were locked around his neck. She pressed the length of her body against his, squirming to get closer, as their kiss seemed to go on forever. Connie was really into it: her eyes were closed, her tongue was moving in his mouth, and she was breathing heavily.

Derek very quickly reached behind her and began to unzip her dress. As soon as he did, Connie followed his lead and started unbuttoning his shirt. He immediately helped, tossing off his shirt to reveal an extremely well-built, muscular torso. I already knew this was the best body Connie had ever been with. With his shirt now off, he pushed Connie's dress off of her shoulders and down over her hips as she wriggled out of it and kicked it aside. She stood there in her high heels and a skimpy bra and panties, with a matching garter belt holding up her sheer black stockings. Her voluptuous body seemed to be spilling over of her lingerie, ready to burst out any minute. She looked breathtaking…and sexier than I had ever seen her.

Derek let out a low whistle and turned to me, "You are one lucky man," he said.

"That's what I keep telling him," Connie chimed in.

He reached around her and undid her bra. Her sumptuous breasts spilled out and Derek's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. "Oh, man!" was all he could say.

Derek took a breast in each hand, gently massaging them. Seeing him put his big black hands on my wife's bare tits made me rock hard. Then he leaned down and took the tip of one breast in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the nipple. "Oh!" Connie gasped. "That feels nice!" She pressed his head tighter to her chest with both hands, her eyes closed and her mouth open, as Derek alternately sucked at each breast. I almost came just watching his full black lips sucking on my wife's big tits. Her nipples were hard, wet with his saliva, and she was moaning about how good it felt.

I thought I should help, so I slid her panties off over her hips -they were soaking wet. Now she was wearing just her garter belt, stockings, and heels... and standing in the middle of a hotel room moaning with pleasure while a handsome black stud alternately sucked each of her tits. I could barely believe this was really happening.

"Wait," she gasped after a few minutes of this, taking a step back. "Take off your pants." My cock tingled at her boldness. My 55-year-old wife was acting like she really wanted it. Derek rapidly undid his belt and got out of his pants. . His body was lean and fit without an ounce of fat, his arms and legs thick and muscular. His jockey shorts had formed a tent over his obvious hard-on. He caught Connie staring at it and said, "You want to see what's under there?"

She nodded shyly and said, "Uh huh."

"Well, go ahead. Check it out."

She slowly slid his shorts down. His huge cock sprung free, sprung out, pointing almost straight up. It was big and thick and rock hard, veins bulging like marble sculpture. And it was black as coal. We both looked at it in awe.

"Oh wow," Connie sighed. "Is that all for me?"

"All of it," Derek said with a big smile. Then, more gruffly, he said, "Can you suck it?"

He sat down on the bed, anticipating her next move. Connie immediately dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her hand and just admired it for a moment, looking it over intently. I had been anticipating this for years. Just watching her wrap her very white fingers-with the bright red fingernails-around that thick, long, pitch-black pole was enough to make my erection throb urgently. After a quick, almost embarrassed glance at me, she tentatively swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, gradually parting her lips and letting them envelop it. She paused briefly, letting her full lips caress the head for a moment. Then she closed her eyes and started bobbing up and down on his dick, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she went. Her red lips slid halfway down the length of his dick, moving faster and faster, each time taking more of him, until finally she was doing her expert "move" that I knew so well, and swallowing nearly his whole length on each rapid down stroke. The faster she bobbed and the harder she sucked, the harder my own dick got.

I had so often fantasized what it would be like to watch her lick and suck a big black cock, and the fantasy always excited me. Now, sitting and watching her-tits swaying, in her stockings and "fuck-me" heels, on her knees in a hotel room in front of this black stud- was beyond my imagination. This was by far better, and the feelings much more intense than I could have ever imagined. My head was spinning, and I was so hard and so excited that I was afraid to move, because the least amount of friction against my dick would have caused me to shoot off in my pants. I slid out of them very carefully.

Derek began to moan with pleasure, and his reaction only caused her to devour his cock with even more passion. "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh!" he groaned over and over in a deep voice.

Connie was now moaning along with him-the urgency of the rhythmic "MMMM...MMMM" slurping sound she made was an unbelievable turn-on. It almost seemed like the act of sucking him gave her as much pleasure as he was getting. The sight of her head rapidly bobbing up and down, eyes closed, hair flying, was a familiar one-except that up until now it had always been my cock on the receiving end! She was sucking his black dick like she had been sucking it all her life....like she sucked mine!

I was both shocked and excited by the fact that my prim, always proper wife could totally let go, giving in to her passions and becoming an uninhibited slut once she got a taste of a strange young black cock. Derek had grabbed her bobbing head with both hands, guiding it up and down on his rock-hard pole, telling her "Suck it, baby…That's right…Suck it good!" His comments I know turned her on, and she went at it with even more urgency. She was sucking him passionately, almost joyously, seeming to feed her passion on his cock. He turned to me and gasped, "Oh man! Your wife can really suck cock."

Yes indeed, I thought as I watched her, completely wanton, eyes closed, red hair swaying in rhythm with her head-bobbing, swallowing his huge black pole over and over. He was lying back on the bed now, and Connie had crawled up between his legs. He reached down and touched her ass gently.

"Come here, baby," Derek said. "Let me taste that pussy."

Connie rolled over on her side--never releasing his cock from her sucking mouth--and arranged them into the sixty-nine position, with her on the bottom. Then they really started to go at it--slurping sucking, and licking passionately. Derek parted her legs and began to run his tongue along the inside of my beautiful wife's thighs. Then he ducked his head between them and started to lick her cunt and suck her clit. She opened her legs further, then tightened her thighs around his neck. I saw him slide a finger inside her and begin working it in and out. The bed creaked and I moved closer to watch the action. Derek had his face buried in her pussy, lapping away and making her writhe and moan through her mouthful of cock. He began thrusting in and out of my wife's mouth from above-he was really fucking her face hard. She was moaning and whimpering, and I could see her cheeks expanding and contracting as he thrust his cock in and out of her eager mouth.

Suddenly she stiffened. "Are you cumming, honey?" I asked. "Yessss!" she gasped, removing his cock from her mouth. She started to shudder and cry out, hers fingers clutched at the mattress, her toes curled, and her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm. "OH JEEZUS! OH MY GOD!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

As soon as her shudders started to subside, Derek swing his body around and moved into position between her thighs. The moment had finally come, and Connie was certainly ready for it.. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she murmured. "Do you want it now, baby?" Derek answered. "Yes, please," she whimpered. "Please fuck me." She looked totally wanton laying on the bed with her stockinged legs spread wide, asking Derek to fuck her. He leaned over her slowly stroking his big black cock and poised it at her swollen pussy lips. I could almost feel my wife trembling with anticipation.

Derek lay down on top of her and their tongues thrust into each other's mouths. I saw his huge cock rub against her wet slit, and together they pushed into each other. Connie's eyes opened wide and she threw her head back and moaned when he entered her, almost in shock, as the big dark head began to disappear into her dripping wet cunt. "Oh shit!" she gasped. ""You feel so hard!!…So big!!" She continued to jabber nonstop, startled, it seemed, by the incredible feeling of the cock that was only partly inside here. "Oh fuck! Oh! OHHHHH that feels so GOOD!"

I think she scared him a bit, because he stopped with about half his cock in her, letting her adjust to it. Then he pushed forward again, and went all the way in her. She let out a little high-pitched yelp of pleasure when he hit bottom. It was like slow motion watching that long, very black dick slide between her parted labia and into the steamy moistness of her tight vagina. Inch by inch, he pushed that big dick into her pussy until she was squirming and arching her back, still babbling incoherently. When his big balls finally came to rest against the soft cheeks of her big ass, he stayed motionless, his big dick buried all the way inside her for a long time.

What a moment that was. I know I'll never witness a more erotic sight than seeing the full length of his cock sliding into her, their pubic hair meshed together. My heart was pounding wildly. It was incredibly thrilling to see a black man between my wife's parted legs, his thick, dark cock sliding between the lips of her pussy and disappearing so deep into her. With this big black dick now inside of her, one that seemed so much bigger and harder than my own had ever been, I could only imagine how much pleasure she was feeling. And the biggest turn-on was knowing that, in the last ten years, Connie had never taken any cock other than mine. I was trying desperately not to cum in my shorts.

He began to move his rod slowly in and out of her vagina, going in a little harder each time, each stroke making a wet, squishy sound. While he was pushing down into her, she was pushing back up to him. Her legs were locked around his thighs and she was pivoting her hips in rhythm with his strokes. Her hands dug into his buttocks, which tensed visibly with each thrust. Derek eagerly nursed at her now fully erect nipples, taking turns gently biting and sucking each one. She cried out as if in wonder at her own pleasure: "Oh! Oh!! OH!!!" as he slid in and out of her in a steady motion. "You feel so fucking hard!" she said once more. No amount of fantasizing could have prepared me for what I was seeing. It was much better than I had ever thought, and my senses were totally overwhelmed. While I was really turned on by my normally very proper wife behaving like a slut, the contrasts were what titillated me the most. The black and white contrast, of course, but also their size difference. He looked huge and powerful on top of my little helpless wife, his body almost obscuring hers from my view. She looked sexy and hot beyond belief with a big black stud on top of her, hammering away between her legs-in the place that had been mine alone. There was something especially erotic about watching a black cock withdraw from my wife's familiar pussy on its outward stroke, glistening wet with her juices. He's fucking my wife, I thought. With his big black cock. And she's loving it.

She squirmed under him, moaning and begging him to "Fuck me HARD!" Derek complied, slamming the full length of his cock into her harder and faster. He slipped his hands under her wide hips and her ass undulated in his grasp, the big mounds of flesh squirming under his fingers as she began pivoting her hips and really fucking him back with intensity. His balls were now making a constant "slap-slap-slap" sound against her big ass cheeks. She looked unbelievably sexy lifting her hips and rotating her ass, grunting in unison with his thrusts.

My wife looked at me over his shoulder and made eye contact, such as it was, with a glassy-eyed stare, making garbled whimpering sounds. My cock again twitched dangerously close to orgasm. When he picked up speed and began pumping her even harder, his balls slapping more rapidly against her ass, she began whimpering with pleasure, emitting a series of strangled yelps in time with the spasms of her body, along with a play-by-play of what she was feeling: "Uhh!...You're in me so deep!" she gasped. "Shit, that feels good!" Her gasps soon turned to an almost steady wail: "OHHH!....OOHHHHHH!

As their sweaty bodies pounded together, she gradually drew her legs back further and further until her feet, still in their "fuck me" shoes, were locked up around his neck. Her big tits jiggled with each hard push of her lover as his muscled buttocks flexed rhythmically between her thighs, urged on by her fingernails frantically scraping the backs of his thighs and up to his tight ass. Her eyes were closed and her legs were now flailing in the air up over his shoulders, her stockinged toes curling in time with each thrust.

Connie was practically screaming nonstop, letting out little high pitched chirps amid a barrage of swear words: "OH KERRISSST!! Oh fuck! Oh!! OH!!!" They stroked like that for about a minute before her jaw clenched and her stomach tensed, which told me that she was cumming. She tossed her head from side to side, whispering "Yes…Yess…Yesss!" about five times under her breath as she jerked with another orgasm.

Derek then paused and reached toward her calves with both hands. Gripping Connie's ankles firmly, he held her legs apart in the air and pumped her more slowly, leaning back to I guess give me a better view of his very thick black cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. I appreciatively watched the full length of it continue to plow relentlessly in and out of her, covered in her juices, her swollen cunt lips caressing and clinging to it like a mouth, and I could hear the wet, sucking noises it made as it slipped in and out of her. Connie, however, was completely oblivious to me-she was still in the midst of her orgasm. Eyes closed, mouth open, she snapped her head from side to side on the pillow, gasping for breath but still continuing her litany of whimpers and moans, concluding with full-blown screams of "I'M CUMMING!. . .I'M CUMMING!. . . OHGOD-OHGOD-OHGOD!" as she shuddered to another bed-creaking climax. As Derek began to groan and pump faster again, signaling that he too was about to come, she began a steady stream of wails that bordered on crying: "Cum inside me sweetie! NOWWWW!! Cum nowwww!!!

I almost lost it hearing my wife cry out begging this black guy to cum in her. Derek started pumping faster and then I saw his ass flex and clench. He grunted and then tensed. I could see his black balls throbbing between my wife's thighs as he pumped streams of his semen inside her. "Oh yeahhhhh!" he moaned. "Oh yeah, take it, baby! Oh fuck yeah!" he said as he came hard, shooting what must have been string after string of thick warm cum up inside my wife. I could imagine his long dark cock throbbing way up inside her, pressing against the walls of her vagina, releasing jets of semen deep up into my willing wife as she wailed and moaned. From the way she responded, he seemed to have taken her someplace she'd never been before. It was mind boggling.

I had to ask her: "Honey, can you feel him cumming in you?"

"Oh god yes! I can feel it! It feels hot!!" she gasped.

"Well tell Derek," I teased.

"I can feel you cumming in me!" she told her lover. It drove her to another orgasm. "OH! I'm having another one!" she announced. She pivoted her hips furiously, as if trying to hang on to his throbbing erection. His cock apparently stayed hard long enough. "OH JEEZUS!!!" she screamed before they both collapsed in exhaustion.

When he was finished they remained in each other's arms, and his still semi-erect penis remained inside her, her cunt lips clinging to it hungrily. They kissed and touched each other, and occasionally she would jerk with an "after-shock" little orgasm. They lay still catching their breath, then Derek rolled off of my wife. He smiled at her as he slowly pulled his big dick, now glistening with her juices, slowly out of her pussy. She let out a disappointed sigh.

I moved my head a bit closer. I could see her swollen cunt lips pulsating. As they opened and closed some of Derek's cum was forced out. A river of his semen was running down her ass cheeks, making a puddle on the sheets.

I expected they would stop for a while, and I expecting Connie to tell me how she felt and how he felt to her, but it didn't happen. Within a few minutes, their little gentle caresses turned into more serious touching, their kissing got more passionate, and soon she was stroking his penis with both hands and kissing its head.

"Mmmm….I want some more of that," she said longingly. She took the head in her mouth, and bobbed her head a just few times before it hardened in her mouth.

Then she lay on her back and smiled lasciviously. "Fuck my mouth," she told her lover. Wow, I remember thinking. My wife telling this black guy she just met to fuck her mouth!

He quickly straddled her face and began slowly pumping his hips. Watching his now fully erect black dick sliding in and out of my wife's very eager mouth-and the fact that she asked for it-was simply mind boggling. Especially when she reached around to grab his ass with both hands and guide his thrusts. She was really getting off on him face-fucking her. When his cock started to throb she stopped him.

"Not yet, sweetie," she said to him. "I want you to fuck me again."

When he eased off of her she quickly turned over and offered her gorgeous ass.

"Oh man," he said, turning to me. "That's an ASS."

"That's her favorite position," I said.

"Yes," she said sweetly, "Yes it is."

Her stockings and garters formed a perfect target to guide him. I noticed her cunt was still wet with the semen from his first load. Derek gripped her wide hips and pushed his cock inside her sopping cunt. As soon as he poked the head in, Connie pushed back against him, enveloping his cock to the hilt. She let out a loud groan and began to push back against him. "Yesss! I love it!" she gasped. "Just like that!" He began slowly pumping her. "Fuck me HARD!" she commanded, slamming her wide hips back against his torso.

"She likes it hard and fast, man," I chimed in.

He quickly obliged, and the solid slap-slap-slap sound of their bodies smacking together soon filled the room.

"Does that feel good, honey?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes!" she gasped. "That's how I like it! Hard and fast and deep!" Her head was down on the mattress, her eyes closed, and she was gripping the sheets tightly. Derek just kept pounding away and she kept throwing her ass back to meet his thrusts. I watched his rock hard black rod slamming in and out of Connie's swollen labia, his balls slapping against her big ass. I could only imagine what she was feeling each time he thrust forward, the full length of his huge cock penetrating deep inside her. Each time he hit bottom she let out a little yelp of pleasure.

" Ooh! Ooh! OOH!!! OH JEEZUS!" she wailed. "That feels so good! I could do this allll night! " She eventually stopped talking and just moaned unintelligibly as another orgasm ripped through her.

They went at it like that for quite awhile-I lost track of just how long. Derek kept pumping away from behind and Connie kept cumming, one orgasm after another. Every time she said she thought she was done, another would overwhelm her.

Finally, after I don't know how many orgasms, she gasped, "I can't do any more-I'm gonna faint…Come in me NOW!!!"

Derek was happy to oblige. He grunted and then tensed, pushing forward and staying there. I could see his balls throbbing as they pressed against my wife's ass. With a loud grunt of "Ohhhh yeahhhhhh!" he came deep in her hot cunt, grabbing her shoulders as he again emptied his seed into her pussy. He stayed firmly in that position, tightly pressed against her, and came for a long time. Once again I pictured his cock throbbing inside my wife, shooting so many streams of semen deep up inside her. Connie seemed to be yelping with each pulse of his orgasm, a steady, high-pitched "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as if she could feel each throb or his cock and each blast of hot cum rocketing up inside her. Her inner thighs were soon draining sticky sperm as her pussy overflowed and leaked the thick white jism.

They stayed locked together like that for several seconds, both just moaning and gasping for breath. When they finally disengaged and she collapsed forward on the bed, the semen really poured out of her, smearing her inner thighs and matting her public hair, forming a good-sized puddle on the sheets. "Oh shit, that felt so good," she muttered.

"Man, your wife is one goood fuck," Derek said to me with a smile.

It was a night I know I'll never forget. The sights and sounds of it are firmly engraved in my memory: his big black cock sliding in and out of Connie's pussy. . . her legs up over his shoulders, ankles locked around his neck. . . watching my beautiful wife gasping for breath as she locked her legs around him and raised her hips to accommodate him made me feel like I was fucking her too, finally fucking her like she deserved to be fucked. . . her big ass jiggling when he fucked her from behind. . . the relentless slap-slap-slap of their bodies. . . the creaking of the bed. . . my wife's endless cries of pleasure.

"I really loved that," she told me later, when Derek had left. "I wanna get fucked like this more often. Sweetie, can I please fuck a black guy again soon?" she gently pleaded. "I can't believe it felt so good."

I finally said "It was incredible seeing you do that. Yeah, if you want to we can do this again."

We met with Derek again very soon after that, thanks to Connie's newfound enthusiasm. From the day after that first meeting, she kept hinting that she'd just love to "try" it with him again, as she put it. This time she was less nervous, and much more eager. She spent hours preparing: taking a bath, carefully putting on her makeup-she even bought a new pair of silk nylons. She met him at the door of the hotel room wearing nothing but some very hot lingerie-one of my favorite outfits, the light blue, gold-trimmed merry widow with her new tan stockings and the strappy gold high-heeled sandals I had bought for her one Xmas. He was barely in the house before she was tearing his clothes off and on her knees, sucking that big cock voraciously. They fucked with even more passion and intensity than the first time-a little bit of familiarity seemed to help a lot. They fucked for a couple of hours-she must have cum a half dozen times before I lost count. Just before he finally left she gave him a royal blow job and let him come in her mouth--a perfect end to a wild evening.

That was three years ago. Now, to my complete delight and amazement, my wife is, at age 58, hooked on black cock.

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JUST A LITTLE WHORE


I haven't always been as attractive as I am now. When I was in school, I had crooked teeth, a long nose and straight, whispy hair. Boys never paid any attention to me at all until I turned 15. That's when my tits started to grow, and the bigger they got, the more attention the boys paid to me. Suddenly, little-miss-ugly had something the boys wanted. I took full advantage of my popularity, too. I gave more feels to more guys than even I remember. I loved being fondled and wanted like that Even if it was just for sex, I got a lot of attention from a lot of different guys.! By the time I was 18, I had quite a reputation. My brothers heard about stories about me on the sex gossip grapevine so often, even they thought I was a slut.

Then I got pregnant, the guy ran off and I was a single mother at 19. My family practically disowned me. Like everyone else, they thought I was nothing but a little whore with a baby born outta wedlock. It was the worst I ever felt about myself and something awful would probably have happened to me if Don hadn't come along. He's my husband now and a wonderful father to Pam, but back then, he was just a nice guy who walked into the dinner where I worked one day and changed my life. We clicked from the first day, talking like we had known each other all our lives. He treated me with courtesy and respect from the moment we met and he still does. He was great with Pamela (my daughter) and she adored him, too. We seemed perfectly matched!

Three months later, we were married in a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Leagally adopting Pam and giving her his name was his wedding gift to me. Then he got my teeth fixed and my nose re-done. I couldn't believe how wonderful and giving he was. He bought us all the latest gadgets...computers, cell phones.....and clothes! He bought me a complete wardrobe of designer dresses, sweaters, tops, skirts, jeans, jackets, coats, etc. I'd never even imagined having 25 pairs of shoes before. He was the perfect husband - absolutely wonderful! He wined me and dined me and made love to me for hours on end whenever the notion struck him, And, it struck him often. He's still the sexiest man I've ever known, too. Sex is all he thinks about, all he talks about, and all he wants to do except work. If they cracked Don's head open, I bet all kinds of little dicks and pussies would come running out!

Of course, since I have a hearty appetite for sex myself, I joined right in and we screwed constantly, like a couple of bunnies. I wondered sometimes if he would still love me if he knew how "experienced" I really was. Silly, I guess, but I did wonder about it. It was difficult for me to feel deserving of such loving devotion, considering my promiscuious ways, but I slowly started to believe that maybe I was more than just a great set of tits. I pushed the guilt and XXX-memories out of my mind and, fell completely, totally, helplessly in love with Don, hoping against hope that he would never hear about my former indiscretions.

After the bruising from the face-lift surgery healed, my nose was smaller and perfectly shaped. I had straight teeth, too. When I smiled, I was actually pretty. I couldn't believe how pretty! I was a fox! I always had a good body, but...WOW. I was suddenly looking at the attractive, sexy woman I always believed I was and always wanted to be. It was the happiest day of my life! And being sexy, beautiful, and financially secure changed my life in ways that I never imagined possible. Even my worries about Don discovering my past disappeared. As it turned out, Don had secrets of his own. He was promiscuious, too. He had kinky sexual thoughts and urges all the time and he was hesitant to share them with me for fear I would reject him as some kind of weirdo.

When we finally did talk about kinkiness, I was dumfounded when he told me he liked watching other people, 'especially people he loved', having sex. He told me he masturbated sometimes to thoughts of me with other men...blackmen! I told him I thought about other men sometimes, too, but that I didn't want to do it with anybody else but him. When I saw the disappointment on his face, I added that if I ever did have sex with a blackman, I'd want him to be there... to watch me and protect me. He asked me if the thought of him watching me screw someone else excited me at all...if thinking about it made me hot? I told him I'd never thought about it before but that talking about it was getting me excited...that the thought of it was arousing. He slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy, delighted to find me soaking wet. He took my hand and rubbed it against his erection, saying he thought we might be onto something. Then, he asked me what kind of guy I'd do it with if I did it? When I didn't say anything, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started stroking himself slowly. When I slipped a hand down my jeans, fondling myself as I watched him, he told me to take all my clothes off.

Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his cock as he fantasized out loud, masturbating as he talked. "Imagine it," he urged, and staring at my crotch..."I can see you....naked......breasts heaving...your legs spread...a strange guy with a huge cock between your legs... fucking you...ramming every inch of his big cock deep into your tight, little pussy!" I could see how excited he was...how serious and intense. His intensity was so great that just the sound of his voice describing the blackman he was imagining between my legs, had me fingering myself like a schoolgirl, imagining my ravishment right along with him. It made me hot, too! Him, wanting it like that...wanting me like that... wanting to watch it...to see it! As visions of a well hung mystery man filled my mind, arousing me to a fever pitch, I got busy between my legs, cupping my mound with renewed vigor. And, as soon as my fingertips touched my clit, I could see it all in my mind. I could see that stranger's big cock...feel how hard it was...feel it stretching its way inside me. In my mind's eye, it wasn't fantasy at all - it was real! And it seemed just as real to my husband as it was to me. He was already ejaculating when I started to climax, and the way he kept saying "fuck'er, Fuck'er, FUCK'ER!!! while he was shooting off, excited me so much I got off a second time. I hadn't cum masturbating like that since my teenage days. And, it was delightful. I had a nice overlapping orgasm just thinking about doing it with another man, a black man. Thats when I decided it was time to tell my husband about my past. He had shared his secrets with me so telling him about my sordid past seemed the least I could do.

Talk about opening Pandora's Box. I never saw him get so animated...so aroused! He wanted to know all the details, where, when, how, who...right down to the size of their dicks. What I didn't remember, I made up, embellishing as I went, and the more I embellished, the better he liked it. And the hotter he got, the wetter I got. It was like we were feeding off one another in a shared fantasy world so real we could both see it. He told me he wanted me to know everything about every guy I ever fucked ...that he wanted to be able to see it in his mind...to be there with me ...to share the pleasure with me. We fucked like newlywedded bunnies, night after night, as I gave him graphic descriptions of all my previous sexual encounters. I knew he was thinking about them when he fucked me but I was thinking about them, too, so I couldn't be angry that he did. I just got off with him and prayed we weren't headed for trouble.

Needless to say, after a couple weeks, he was completely beside himself...obsessed with the idea of us doing it for real. He literally begged me to try a 3-way with another guy so he could watch the other guy screw me. He promised he'd like it, especially if he could see, if he knew, that I liked it, too. I admitted that the thought of waiting in a motel room for a strange man to come in and fuck me was more arousing than it was repulsive. And, with Don's constant encouragement and my own natural proclivities, it wasn't very long until we agreed to try a 3-way - "just to see how it was", I think we said. Don suggested we might start out with a guy he knew and trusted from work and I quickly said okay before I had a chance to lose my rapidly dissipating nerve. He said he would talk to Eric and let me know. When he found out Pam was spending the night at her girlfriends the following Friday, Don brought Eric home with him.

When I saw that Eric was black, I couldn't hide the excited/ surprised/embarrassed look on my face. Busy with all the preparations and sexual excitement leading up to our anticipated 3-way, I had completely forgotten about my husband's black-on-white desires. I wasn't exactly expecting Eric to be white but I was still taken aback when I realized he was black. With my heart pounding and my pussy already wet with excitement, I welcomed Eric to our home with a little kiss. As our lips touched, I foolishly let myself slip into the pool of supressed black/white fantasy thoughts hidden away in the back of mind, and, what was meant to be a friendly get acquainted peck on the lips turned into an open mouthed, tongue wrestling, body grinding, prelude to all the forbidden pleasures that followed.

His co-worker's desire for me was so powerful, so overwhelming..he literally swept me off my feet. He had the softest lips and the biggest hands of any man I'd ever seen. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, too, but that was later. It was the kiss that started it all! And, before the kiss ended, I was his for the taking. Everything after that was just me waiting to feel him inside me. Don was as excited and aroused as we were. He got as hot and horny watching us as we got doing it. He didn't speak or interfere as Eric tongued my mouth and fondled my ass. He knew there was no stopping it now. And, he stroked with anticipation...urging us on as he masturbated beside the bed.

I don't think Eric even heard my husnamd's approving murmurs as he unbuttoned my top and slipped his dark hand inside my blouse. He pulled my bra up over my breasts and started touching bare skin. Moisture filled my crotch as he hefted my tits, tweaking the lust hardened nipples as he gently fondled and squeezed, making me hotter and hotter. The desire meter quickly climbed off the scale and Eric practically tore off the rest of my clothes in his haste to have me. The "I CAN'T WAIT" feeling hung over all three of us like an impatient fog until I was naked and spread out on the bed. Eric paused, between my out spread legs, his thick, dark cock throbbing in his hand. He asked me if I was sure....if I really wanted it. When I nodded that I did, Eric insisted that I tell him and my husband what I wanted. He wanted to hear me say it!

Trying to be nonchalant, I looked straight at Eric and told him (and my masturbating husband) that I wanted him to fuck me...to fuck my married white pussy with his long black cock! My husband immediately started stroking his own cock faster, anticipating what was to come. When he moved closer to the bed, eager for a bird's eye view of Eric's black dick disappearing into my married white pussy, Eric smiled and blew my husband a kiss as he flexed his hips and pushed his black cock deep into the moist tunnel of my tight vagina. Not exactly accustomed to a cock the size of Eric's, I couldn't believe how blissfully gratifying it felt being stretched and filled like that again. I had so much heat and feeling between my legs, Eric's thrusting cock was all I could feel. And, it was the same feeling I had imagined in my adolescent fantasies about blackmen. It triggered something inside me and I climaxed before Eric got it all the way in me. Then, as our pubic hair meshed and his heavy balls came to rest against the cheeks of my upturned ass, I almost passed out with the sheer pleasure of being so full...so totally filled up. His big dick felt like a huge steel pipe between my legs, and it was wedged so deeply inside me, I could hardly breathe.

When Eric moved, starting to rythymically pump his dark tool in and out of my spasming vagina, I climaxed again, savoring every lengthy penetration like a sex crazed whore. I urged him to fuck my white pussy...to give me that black dick...to show my husband how a blackman fucks a white man's woman! I even felt like a whore, getting off like that with Don watching and everything. But I couldn't help it. It was just like being in town again, and like a greedy little cunt, I wanted more! In my haste to have Eric deep inisde me, I lifted up beneath him, pulling at his buttocks and writhing with whorish pleasure. It was so damn good, I couldn't even look at my husband as I serviced his friend's black cock with nyphomanical enthusiasm.

Like the reciprocating piston on a steam locomotive, Eric's ten inch cock pounded into me relentlessly until all I could do was climax and beg for more. I had never been fucked like that in my life. And, I needn't have worried about my husband's reaction to my whorish appreciation for his friend's big cock. He loved every minute of it. He was shooting off all over himself the whole time. And, when Eric finally stiffened and started ejaculating inside my adulterous white pussy, he had ever inch of his enormous black cock buried inside me, My husband was so enamoured watching his friend fill my spasming pussy with his sticky seed, he wanked himself off again, shouting "In the womb! In the womb! Give'er that black baby! "

It was quite a night! And my performance was so inspiring that my husband was already planning another 3-way for us before Eric left He asked Eric about his friends and who he could trust to be discreet, indicating a desire to perhaps arrange something with one of Eric'sacquaintences. Eric said he would make some inquiries and get back to him later. Then Eric kissed me, patting my naked ass and fondling me as he whispered "Best white pussy I ever had" in my ear. Then he hurried home to his own wife and thier two children. To my genuine sorrow, we never partied with Eric again. He was a great guy! I'll never forget how marvelous he felt between my legs, how completely filling and totally satisfying he was. It was the perfect start to our new sleeping arrangement. The best of both worlds! Who would have ever guessed a little whore like me could me so lucky?

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A WHORE WIFE SPEAKS


I was a 25 yr old divorcee with a need to reassure myself that I was still sexy and desirable to men. I like attention from different men... the feel of different men. And, I've always liked screwing on impulse, so I used to pick up strange guys in bars in town and screw'em in the backseat of the car. If I liked'em, I fucked'em. And, I fucked alot of'em, too. I fucked'em good, giving'em all the whorish pleasures they desired.

At first, it was great, but when word got around that I was "puttin' out", different guys started hitting on me all the time. Picking one up for the night was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. My dear husband walked right into the middle of all that, swept me off my feet, agreed to help me raise my son, and asked me to marry him.

The next 5 years were marvelous. My husband and son bonded and we enjoyed modest financial success. I was a dept. manager in a retail chain store at the local mall and he was managing a restaurant. The money was good but we worked alot and spent most of our time in the company of others. I flirted with and even fantasized about some of the salesmen and other guys I saw at work, but I never actually "betrayed" my husband with anyone.... not until HE asked me to!

One day, he came by where I worked and caught me flirting with Jerry, a black guy who worked in the stockroom. Although we weren't doing anything but talking, my husband told me afterward that he saw the desire in my eyes... that he knew I wanted to fuck Jerry! He grabbed my hand and pressed it between his legs, revealing his state of arousal. He said the thought of me spreading my beautiful, white legs for Jerry's blackness excited him more than anything had ever excited him before. So, for the next couple months all we did was talk about other guys fucking me and we fucked like rabbits just thinking about it! My supressed appreciation for "attention from different men... the feel of different men," surfaced like a hot air balloon. His desire to see me in the arms of another man and my own desire for sexual variety joined hands, and we sat down, in cold blood, and worked out the details of my impending adultery.

It took the better part of two days and three bottles of tequila, but, we finally agreed. I would enjoy the freedom I needed to seek out the men I was attracted to, and, my husband would have unlimited access to all extra-marital encounters whenever possible. If I did it on my own at lunch or after work, I agreed to tell him all about it... who, when, where, what, and how. If I brought someone to the house, we agreed that he could watch everything via closed circuit TV as long as he didn't reveal himself.

If we invited a guy for a 3-way kinda thing, he would be in the room, free to watch, video tape, cheerlead, or join me and the horny stranger screwing me right in front of his eyes. With couples, it was strictly tit-for-tat. If her husband fucked me, my husband fucked her!

There were several attractive guys at work, but my husband really wanted me to do it with Jerry. He said we both looked like we were already doing it the day he walked in on us, and the thought of me with a black guy excited him more than anything else.. His logic was inescapable, too. I did wanna fuck Jerry... to feel his stiff black cock inside me, and he made no bones about his desire to fuck me either, so who better than he to be our first silent partner 3-way?

I was nervous, just like in the old days in the bars, but I controlled the butterflies in my stomach and savored the flow of moisture between my legs, as I succumbed to Jerry's advances the next day at work. I told him my husband was "away on business" and he could stop by the house later if he wanted to. Of course, I already knew he wanted to. Even his baggy Levi's couldn't hide the sizable erection he developed just talking about it. He would be there for sure!

All I thought about as I waited for Jerry was my husband. I knew he would be watching from dowstairs and that made me even more nervous. I wanted him to see everything... to get involved and emotionally aroused with me, but I worried that he might not understand how involved I get when there's a man between my legs.He insisted that my displays of pleasure would only enhance the pleasure he felt... that the thought of me "liking it, wanting it", thrilled him more than anything else. He wanted me to like it, so he could like it, too! Oddly enough, I wanted him to like me liking it, too. I didn't want to have to feel guilty about getting laid... about letting myself go... about savoring the pleasure just "getting laid" brings.

Jerry made his move as soon as I closed the door behind him. He grabbed me from behind, slipping his hands under my arms to fondle my breasts as he pressed the hardness of his erection against the softness of my ample buttocks. He nibbled along the side of my neck, dry fucking the crevice between my ass cheeks as he squeezed and massaged my tits thru the material of my top. In slow motion, he pushed me to my knees and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his rigid black cock bounced out right in my face. I watched myself take it in my hands and slowly stroke it up and down... fascinated at how big it was.. how hard it was... and, how black it was! I leaned forward, licking the dark head as I parted my lips and started sucking him.

With perverse delight, I looked straight into the hidden cameras as I sucked his thick black cock into my mouth and laved it with my tongue. I knew my husband's eyes were rivited to the video screen, watching my every move. "Suck it, baby! Suck that black dick!", Jerry urged, thrusting his hips in an effort to get even more of his big dick into my mouth. Gagging and choking, unable to breathe, I stopped sucking and pulled back off of his cock. I stood up and started taking off my clothes, anxious to have him in a place where he could thrust all he liked. He stripped, too. And, when we were both undressed, he followed me upstairs to the bedroom, his dark hands all over my naked white ass as we went. Like a cum loving whore, I mounted the bed, flipped onto my back and opened my legs. "Fuck me," I hissed. "Fuck me with your big, black dick!"

I played to the hidden cameras as much as I could, making sure my husband could see everything, but mostly, I just laid back and let Jerry fuck me. His cock was bigger than my husband's, producing that stretching, filling sensation that drive all women crazy. I ended up fucking him like a whore, taking his thick cock again and again, murmuring with delight and squealing with pleasure everytime he filled my pussy with his black cum! It was dejavous all over again as he pounded me to orgasm after orgasm, fucking me just like all those other guys had before I met my 2nd husband. Except for my husband watching on close circuit, it just like being single again. And I fucking loved it! I shouldn't have. I didn't want to, but I did.

After he sliced and diced and compiled the video, I watched the tapes with my husband, riding his stiff cock until he couldn't get it up anymore. Seeing myself with Jerry's big cock buried in my pussy made me hotter than ever. I liked fucking different guys! I've always liked fucking different guys. Even as we came like rabbits watching Jerry fuck me, I was already thinking about the next time, excited and anxious just like the old days. Feelings I thought were buried came flooding back out of me and I couldn't wait to do it again.

After Jerry, we scoured the swinger magazines, parties and private clubs looking for new lovers for me. My husband was almost like a girlfriend, supportive and undertanding, cheering me up and wishing me well even when things didn't go our way. He loved me and assured me he never loved me more than when he saw me writhing with pleasure with a strange man's cock buried deep in my pussy. His favorite was blackmen because they were bigger, more confident, and brutally honest about the whole situation. They wanted to fuck me and they made no bones about it!

A white couple and an old black trucker followed Jerry in rapid succession. According to my husband:

The couple was nice,
we fucked'em twice
and they gave as good as they got.
The trucker was fun,
but too fast with his gun
and he never really found the right spot.

Then I got involved with fedex diver named Willie Greer. He was delivering a package to the house. With bawdy remarks and flattering eyes, he had me hooked in no time. I was too easy... but he was like a young stallion prancing around and talking trash. I couldn't resist his big, dark eyes or the sizable bulge in his uniform pants. I wanted to fuck him right then but, like a gentleman, he decided to wait, promising he'd come back another day when he had time to talk. I told him he had a date and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm as soon as he left.

The next time Wille came to visit, he called me first so I'd know what to expect. And I told my husband about him so he could be there to watch. When he couldn't make it because of work, I eased his disappointment by and promising to activate the cameras for him and get the whole thing on tape. It was mid-afternoon when Willie arrived, looking for what he called "afternoon delight." I liked that phrase, it made me hot! It was fucking by another name. And, as soon as his big hands found my tits, I melted into his arms and felt neither guilt or shame. Hubby would see. I wasn't cheating. I was just getting us both some strange.

Willie's cock was bigger than Dan's, but smaller than Jerry's was. But, somehow the pleasure he gave me felt the same. His thick black cock slipped into my pussy and I lost myself in the rythymic thrusting of his powerful hips. He fucked me like a starving man eats a steak, rough and quick, pushing his stiff cock deep in my pussy until he felt me starting to cum. Then he rammed it all the way in, holding it there, waiting for my climax to pass.

When it subsided, he started fucking me again, this time hard and fast! Right back up my carnal desire soared until I was cumming, clinging to him helplessly as he hammered me again and again.

He stayed two hours and literally fucked me the whole damn time! I don't think his black cock ever got soft and I couldn't get him outta my mind. So I told Wille about my husband and asked him if it was okay. He said if I wanted my husband to watch, he would be back another day. With the video my husband complied when he got home from work, I could see myself sucking Willie's black cock while he was pulling up my skirt.

It made me hot all over again. Me and Dan fucked with Willie watching us well into the night. I asked if he wanted to 3-way next time and he told me "god-damn right!"

The next time came and my husband met Willie, immediately drawn to his mischievous ways. He watched him fucking my white ass silly, then invited him back in a couple a days. Willie got to be a regular thing, every Thursday and sometimes more. He only stopped by to get some white pussy and for awhile I was just Willie's white whore. I sucked his cock and tongued his ass, and hummed on his big, black balls, fucking that nigger like a bitch in heat while my husband wanked and watched us thru the walls. It was like having two husbands to me. Two husbands who liked my stuff. And everytime Willie stuck his dick in me, I couldn't seem to get enough. Making me cum where Dan could see and calling me a dick loving black cock whore! I loved that nigga fucking me like I've never loved nothing before.

Since then there's been so many... more niggers than I can count. They visit us from time to time, just looking for a pussy to mount. I give'em all the white pussy they want and cum everytime they do me. With Dan right there, getting his nuts, just watching them niggers screw me. Its perfect for us, it's dejavous and we're totally satisfied. And we couldn't stop fucking niggers now no matter how hard we tried. It's heaven on earth in a sexual sense and more than enough to trip our triggers. And our love grows by leaps, everytime Dan sees me fucking niggers!!

xoxoxoxoxo wanda jean

eyeswatchingewe@aol.com

MY OWN PERSONAL PORN STAR


First of all, thanks for hosting my wife's new column, Ask A MILF For me, when I read her columns, it is the first time for my reading it as well. Like your readers, I am hearing many of my wife's feelings and answers for the first time too. It is exciting. After reading a recent note from one of the people who wrote her asking about her doing anal and the writer wrote, "I'm not sure why your husband let's you sleep with other guys, but thanks."

I get that line all the time about how people can't believe that I share Rebecca with her lovers. Well this week I have had a lot of time to think about it. You see, she and I are trying a test. She packed her bags and took off for a "business trip". Actually she has been going home to her lover's house every night and playing girlfriend after work. So every night this week, this young stud has been fucking my wife, eating her cooking, taking her out with his buddies, maybe sharing her with them, etc. My mind has just been driving me wild about what she is doing each night while I sit and watch TV.

Last night I decided to do some cleaning and started organizing my porn tapes. After arranging them I suddenly realized I had over 85 hours of my wife on video fucking her black lovers. A priceless collection. Some of it I have never watched as I have been too busy. In fact I have more homemade nude porn of her than all of the professional tapes.

So I sat down and watched almost 6 hours the other night as my wife took on three guys. I jerked off so much wondering if my wife was doing the exact same thing again at her lover's house. At that point I got it.

Why do I do let my wife get fucked by other guys? Well watching all of this video is like watching a porn movie except the woman in the movies is my wife. I used to have that feeling about Ashlyn Gere and now its like I am watching my favorite porn star each time and then occasionally my porn star comes to real life and fucks me. How often do you get to fuck your favorite porn star? Well I get to do it all the time.

Right now I can't wait til my favorite porn star comes home on Friday after spending a whole week with her lover. At least, I hope she is coming home.

Al

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hubby@rebeccasoffice.com

FINALLY FOUND MY CALLING


I'm a forty year old female who recently found out what sex was all about. Now I'm not a prude or anything, actually far from it. I've been married twice to two boring white guys. I've been divorced the second time for about seven years now. In those seven years Ive had quite a few boyfriends and a few one night stands. But nothing prepared for the sexual enlightenment I had a few days ago.

One of my girlfriends from work wanted me to come hang out with her at a bar after work while she waited on her boyfriend to come meet her. I thought that sounded like a good idea so I went. When we got to the bar there were only a couple of people there and we decided to start with a few beers and shoot some pool while we waited for her boyfriend to come. I fed a couple of dollars into the jukebox and proceded to sway to the music as we shot a little pool.

I noticed that the guy shooting pool at the next table was starting to watch me a little as we passed on our ways around the tables. He was a nice looking black guy in his early 30's. Kind of tall about 6'4 which is a big difference to me being barely 5' tall. We made idle chit chat a time or two especially after a particularly lucky shot of mine sank 3 balls at once.

I think it was somewhere around the time I had ordered my 5th or 6th beer when Charlene's boyfriend showed up. He must have been really horny because when he came in the bar he finished her beer for her and whispered something in her ear. She just winked at me and said she had something she needed to take care of and kissed me on the cheek and dissappeared out the door with him.

I decided to finish the beer I had just started and shoot out the rest of the balls on the table. Thats when the guy at the table beside me asked if he could join me if he promised to pay for the next game. It wasnt very late and since he was rather nice looking who had already made me laugh a few times I said sure that would be great. Well we shot a couple more games and had a couple more beers which was getting very near my alcohol limit.

My new friend finally decided to make his move and suggest we play for something to make it more "interesting". I said "sure anything particular in mind". He replied with "winner gets a kiss". I wasn't really sure what the loser got from that deal but I played along. We had brushed against each other several times and I had felt his hand caress my ass a time or two as we circled the table. Since he was beating me fairly well I decided to try and distract him on his first shot at the 8 ball. I bent over the side of the table and let my 38s kind spill out of my shirt a little. Well he missed the shot and now it was my turn.

Guess it was his turn to play the distraction game cause he stepped up and sort of straddled the corner of the table with a very impressive bulge in his pants covering part of the pocket. Well as alcohol was starting to make me a bit adventurous and horny I went ahead and killed the 8 ball to lose the game early. Well I wasnt arguing with paying up so I walked to his side of the table and puckered up. He bent down and layed one on me entering my mouth with a nice hot tongue that made me tingle all the way to my thong. I looked around and seeing that there wasnt really anybody else much in the bar and those that were there were mostly watching some sports game on the tv. No one was on our side of the bar at all. I looked up and told him that I wasnt exactly playing fair and if he wanted another kiss he could have one anywhere he wanted it and I then gave him a very naughty wink. He said since he wasn't playing fair either he would take my kiss anywhere I wanted to put it.

I looked around the room and told him that since nobody was watching I think I want to put my kiss here, then I reached up and cupped the bulge in his pants. He told me he was hoping that was the choice I was going to make and then leaned against the table with his back to the rest of the room and unzipped his pants. I looked around one more time then knelt down in from of him and reached in his pants and pulled out his cock. Not even hard it was already bigger than any thing I had ever had before. I took it in my hand and looked up into his eyes and I laid the head on my tongue and then started sliding it into my mouth. It was long, thick and felt kinda velvety in my mouth. I was kinda proud of myself with how quickly it hardened and amazed at how huge it had gotten.

Now I know what it feels like when there is 5 or 6 inches in my mouth and when I had that much of him in my mouth there was still enough in my hands to stroke quite a lot. I felt him soon trying to push more into my mouth by pulling my head toward him with his hands. I did my best to surpress a gag as I tried to swallow all I could. I'm not sure how long I sucked his black sword but by the time I felt him start to jerk a little and swell in my mouth we had a small audience. I dont know why I became aware when I did but as he pumped his sweet cum down my throat I started to hear quiet laughter from around us. Slightly dazed I looked around and saw 2 other older black men and the dykey butch waitress from the bar were all enjoying my show. I just sat back on my heels and leaned back to catch my breath.

The waitress shocked me when she was the first to walk over to me. She bent down slid her hand into my shirt and squeezed my tit and kissed my square in the mouth and said "that was a really hot show and next time I was in the beer was on the house". I then got up off the floor and as I walked past the two black gentlemen, I told them that I would be back the next night and might just be willing to play the winner of their game of pool. They just laughed and said "whatcha gonna do in the event of a tie?" I just looked back and blew them a kiss and said "I'll probably sink the 8 ball so the game wont take so long" lol.

Til next time, Suzanne

miller37636@bellsouth.net

THE BUILD UP (Part 1)


You'd think I'd learn.

I know why I'm into cuckoldry. I fell in love as a young man and the girl I courted for over a year went off and lost her virginity with another guy and then had two other guys after that, all in a two week vacation, returning with a difference I could immediately sense. I thought I could stay friends with her and I think she had intended to show me what she learned, but I was raised as a romantic and quite frankly my heart was broken at that point and I couldn't deal with it.

I had been reading Penthouse letters for years even at that tender age and I decided then and there I wouldn't get caught napping again. So, to avoid the pain (and risk) I decided to forgive and even support the idea that the woman I was with could have sex with other guys and I wouldn't get upset about it. In fact, I got turned on by it.

Of course, my young wife thought I was going to come after her like a white knight when she ran off with a drummer, but I was working full time and going to school full time and I just didn't fancy the thought of jumping back in the saddle after getting kicked in the balls quite that hard...

So...the sharing thing within a committed relationship seemed to be the answer and I enjoyed many hot scenarios with a few different women who were eager to please me and dealt with the size difference admirably with practice when meeting guys who were three or four inches longer and particularly thicker.

Of course, my last relationship of five years did peter off (so to speak) and she did end up choosing a partner with the nickname "the bull", and even though he has more faults than I ever did, it would seem that his endowment more than compensates, as they've got a kid now and are still together.

So...now I'm with a pretty young thing and she's only been with two other guys who were both about my size and were quite inept when it came to lovemaking. So, she's been delighted with my attentions and I admit I enjoy being the "big" man in her life.

But I couldn't help but share my fantasies and history with her. That whole argument about gaining life experience and the idea of cumming purely from intercourse... it's compelling.

She didn't want to be with anybody else. But then there was the extended business trip and my inability to join her at the last minute. I asked her if she'd met anybody she thought was attractive and she said she had, which bowled me over. I told her to go for it and tell me all about it and she did and it was hot as she described fucking him four times in two days and basically giving him whatever he wanted while saving her panties to bring back to me.

It turned out that he was about the same length as me and only moderately thicker at the base, so she didn't have any life (or preference) altering experience there and I considered myself lucky.

But I started going through local ads and noticing the men who were seeking couples. I talked to her about it and she showed some interest. That fueled my interest and I started putting together a list of men for her to choose from. Naturally there wasn't one in the group who was my size. After all, if we were going to go through the trouble of finding someone, why not make it memorable?

She's so shy. She didn't want to look at the pictures of their cocks. I just knew that once she saw them for real it would be a different story. Although she'd only fucked two guys before me, she'd had a few boyfriends she'd gone down on before them and a couple of them had had large endowments, so she knew how to handle a big cock even though she'd never had one in her pussy before.

To be continued...


THE HOTTEST AND NASTIEST SEX I EVER HAD


I am a divorced white female in my fifties. Recently, I was lucky enough to meet a wonderful younger man who has really opened up my life and guided me toward deeper sexual exploration. Six months ago I would have been terribly ashamed and hurt if anyone had referred to me as a slut, but now I consider it a term of endearment from my boyfriend. Jeff, my boyfriend, has always been gentle, understanding, and nurturing, as he and I explored different fantasies. He introduced me to this wonderful site, and has never been pushy or judgmental as we discussed and shared our secret passions.

As I became more comfortable, and confident with his love and support of me, I found myself more and more eager to indulge my fantasies about interracial sex. One of my fantasies was to be a fuckslut cumbucket to a hugely well endowed black man, and to be used thoroughly by him for his pleasure. After a thousand fantasies, and the assurance of my boyfriend, I made the step over to reality.

Two weeks ago we made a connection and met with a wonderfully horny black man by the name of William. He met us at a motel, thoroughly fucked me, and left huge sloppy loads of cum in my mouth, pussy, and asshole. He then led me to the bathtub to rinse the cum off of me with his hot piss, as I squatted in the tub masturbating! It was the hottest, nastiest sex I have ever had, I have never had a string of orgasms like that in my life.

After William left, and a quick shower, Jeff and I enjoyed a hot fuck, and then dozed off in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I was overcome with shame and guilt about the incredibly slutty performance that I had just given. During the sex, you couldn't have gotten me to stop at gunpoint, but afterwards, I felt that I had recovered from some kind of temporary insanity. I laid there watching my boyfriend sleeping, wondering how he could truly love a woman that would wantonly lick and tongue fuck the asshole of a black stranger, or a woman that would encourage a black man to piss in her mouth and on her body.

Since then, the memories of that encounter have inspired plenty of hot nasty sex between my boyfriend and I, but it seems that after the lust has been satisfied, I suffer this bout of shame and guilt for a while, then hours later I'm over it and horny again, kind of like Chinese food! I truly enjoy this kind of sex while I'm doing it, but afterwards for a brief period I am plagued by this guilt.


SHE TRIES BLACK


My wife of 41 years was always a hot thing and always loyal until I introduced her to Black cocks, and like most white wives she went nuts over them. My wife has always been extremely horny, the first time that I took her out, I had my cock in her in just a few minutes. Yes, she had round heel and every guy that dated her got some of her hot pussy. She can't help herself, if a guy hits on her, she will fuck him. Well I am a sex freak myself, so I was delighted to find her.

After we got married, she only cheated once and that didn't bother me. I really thought that she would have fucked quite a bit since I was gone for months. Anyhow we started swinging, wife swapping, that led to 3somes and moresomes, all extra males, except a few. I found that I really loved watching her being fucked, eating the cum from her pussy and fucking her sloppy pussy especially if she fucked a lot of guys or a real big cock, making her pussy stretch. I have 6" cock of average width. But she was lucky, she really found some big cocks.

After a few years of this, I asked her about trying a Black Guy, and she really jumped at the chance. I found one of the nicest Black Men on earth. He had a 10+" fat cock. I took her to his place and he made her wait a while for his cock and it was driving her up the wall. He fucked her a good 20 minutes, filling her pussy with more cum than I ever saw. She had me lay on the floor, she squatted over me and told me to lick all that cum off her pussy and asshole, then she sat in my face telling me to suck it out, but not to swallow. When my mouth was full she raised up so the I could show him and her my mouth was full then she had me swallow while they watched and talked trash, which I love. He fucked her for about 4 hours and me doing my clean up duties, plus she fucked me once.

When we got home, she told me that he was the best fuck by far of her life and we agreed that she could keep fucking blacks. She has fucked one helluva lot of blacks since then and has loved it dearly. We are in our 60's now and it is getting hard to find blacks anymore. But we have enjoyed sex to the fullest.


EASY


I was/am one of those girls guys call "easy" - as in easy to fuck! I suppose I was/am "easy", but the way they said it sometimes made me feel bad. They said it like a put down, like "easy" girls were trash and not "good" enough. I always hated that pot-calling-kettle-black bullshit, especially from men. As "easy" as guys are, they got a lotta nerve looking down on somebody else for being "easy." A woman can pick up a strange man for sex anytime she wants to! Men wish they could do that! It's called the power of the pussy. It's been here since the garden of Eden and you guys might as well face it. Regardless of how many degrading remarks you make, or how judgemental you are, you men are the "easy" ones and you know it. That said, I will concede that I am "easy" when it comes to sex, but, I happen to like sex! And, with thousands of "easy" guys so readily available, "hooking up" with a strange man is never a problem.....even for an old married gal like me.

My husband could be a problem, but he isn't. There isn't a jealous bone in his body. He encourages me to pursue sexual attractions wherever I find them with whomever I choose, just as he, and all you other horny men out there, do all the time. The key for us is "sharing" We both get incredibly aroused watching each other, listening to each other,and being with each other when we're with other people. My experiences with other men have to be experiences I'm willing to share with him, just as his experiences with other women have to include me. I truly enjoy telling him the intimate details of my "solo" encounters. It makes me hot when I know he's getting off on it, too. Our frequent adulterous carrousing, as a couple, is by far the most exciting and gratifying aspect of our marital relationship. We are totally committed to the Adulterous Partners lifestyle and we can both be as "easy" as we want to be, any time we want to be without risking our marriage, embarrassing our families, or losing our friends. Being married to a man as wonderful and giving as my husband and actually screwing strange blackmen right in front of him is in some crazy way the sexiest thing in the world. It really turns my husband on. He literally loves watching and taking pictures of me with blackmen. He's as fasinated as I am by the size of their cock's. Sometimes, he likes it so much, he doesn't really get involved at all. He just watches us and masturbates!

I like black guys myself - not just because of their equipment, although that is nice, but because they have a straight forward, "I'm-here-and-I-wanna-fuck-you" approach. They know what they want and they're not shy about it. They admit it. They're happy about it! They rarely seem to have any guilt or remorse. I'm just some married, white pussy and thats all they want from me! And being "married white pussy" really turns me on! When adulterous sex or any other kind of sex is spontaneous, and, just a friendly, intimate exchange of sexual desires, that's how it should be - that's honest! And when people are honest about sex - everybody wins! That truth, coupled with the fantasies associated with black man/white woman sex, makes black men especially appealing to me. Black guys want to fuck my married white pussy as much as I want to ride their big, black cocks! My husband wants to watch and take pictures! How perfect is that? Everybody wins! And, this past weekend was my idea of Adulterous Partner bliss at its very best.

Ken and his twin brother Bob were minor league baseball prospects for a local team. We met them at a team boosters party. They were identically dressed, cocky and suggestively flirty from the start. I was ladylike, and playful, but not openly flirtatious. I didn't do anything, overt or otherwise, to suggest anything other than a passing interest in them as guests at a party. Still, they kept asking me to dance and coming on to me like my husband wasn't even there. Maybe it was the look in my eye or the way I moved... I don't know. But, Ken and Bob definitely knew I could be had...that I was "easy."

And, they also knew that I knew they both wanted to fuck me so bad they could taste it! Ken finally decided to hit on me outright. As he held me close and rubbed his hard, mucscled body against me, slow dancing, he nodded his head toward my husband and said, "He likes watching you with other guys, don't he?"

I don't know what I was expecting him to say, but that wasn't it. I turned about twenty shades of red standing there with my mouth open, searching for a response. Still blushing, I finally met his eyes and pressed myself against the large erection he was pushing against me. "He loves watching me with other men!", I said, explaining everything with my eyes as I moved against him suggestively. "What about Bob?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Shivering with anticipation, I looked directly into his lust filled brown eyes and told him I thought his brother should join us. He grinned from ear to ear and fondled my buttocks right there on the dancefloor. Then he asked about my husband. I just told him not to worry. "Like you said," I giggled, batting my eyes and licking my lips "He likes to watch me with other guys! Twins will only excite him more, the same way it excites me more!"

Thirty minutes later, in a two room motel suite with a big round bed, I was playing strip poker with Ken and Bob. My husband, in a chair beside the bed, was touching himself and watching me lose my clothes. My top was long gone and Bob was about to remove my bra. Unlike Ken, Bob was a talker - a naughty talker who seemed to enjoy taunting my husband. He made a vocal production out of removing my bra, complimenting my husband on what "big, white titties" I had. Then he said he couldn't wait to stick his big, black cock in me! For emphasis, he voluntarily discarded his pants so we could see the size of the bulge trying to break out of his boxers. Ken followed suit and before I could get my skirt off, they were both naked and fondling identical black dicks that made my husband's little six incher small by comparison. Without thinking, I sat down between them on the bed. From either side, they pushed their rigid black cocks toward my face. "Suck it, baby" Bob urged, moving closer. "Suck us both," Ken countered, taking my other hand and placing it on his cock. I stroked them in either hand, delighted at how thick and straight their big cocks were. I looked at my husband, His eyes were bright with excitement. He could see I wanted them...that I wanted to suck'em both! He wet his lips and stroked his stiff cock. "Suck'em, baby," he whispered, "I wanna see you suck'em!"

I'd never had sex with twins before so I was hotter than hot and I sucked their big cocks. Ken's cock felt exactly like Bob's cock in my mouth and vice versa. It was like sucking the same cock over and over. But, I loved it...how wet it made me...how hot it made my husband. Then, as I was wondering what I'd do if one or both of them started ejaculatiing, Ken couldn't stand it anymore. "I wanna fuck'er first," he said, pushing me back on the bed. I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs without hesitation, I was more than ready to feel them inside me. Bob objecteded to Ken's disregard for fair play and suggested they cut the cards to see who fucked me first. "High card wins!" he said, offering his brother the deck. Ken accepted the challenge and pulled a card. I was practically cumming with the thrill of it all. Never in my wildest fantasy had I thought about two horny black guys cutting cards to see who would fuck me first! I was so excited I was shaking. Ken, my sentimental favorite, showed me the queen he had pulled from the deck just as Bob grinned and showed me the king he had. Bob winked as he pushed past his brother and eagerly positioned himself between my parted thighs.

My husband and Ken watched together as Bob rubbed the swollen head of his stiff, black cock across my clitoris, easing it down into the wet crevice between my wrinkled labias. As I spread my legs wider, anticipating his entry, Bob stopped and told my husband that since I was his wife, he wanted to make sure it was alright with him if he fucked me. "Its your wife, man," he said, "You sure you wanna watch me to put all this black dick in her pussy?" I was already cumming a little when I heard my husband say, "Yes! You can fuck her! You can both fuck her!" Bob politely invited my husband to move closer as he prodded my labias again. "Watch me stick it in'er," he told my husband, "Watch it stretch her pussy!" Bob slipped his big cock between my labias and pushed it deep into my vagina, stretching me and filling me with such a rush of sensations, I started climaxing right then...with my husband watching and masturbating beside us. "Fuck'er, Bob!," Ken encouraged his brother. Then, indicating my husband, he added "Fuck'er like he can't!"

Bob started burying his long cock all the way to the balls with every thrust of his hips, sending me into an orgasmic neverland of recurring climaxes. I pulled at Bob's thrusting buttocks and lifted my hips, anticipating each penetration with the eagerness of a total black cock slut. I curled my legs around his and urged him to: "fuck me...to make me cum...to fuck my white pussy good!" My husband was already ejaculating when Bob buried every inch of his big, black cock in my married white pussy. He saw Bob stiffen and explode inside me. He heard Bob tell me to "get that cum...to get all that nigger cum!" Ken heard it, too. He was stroking his own cock, as he assured his brother that I liked it...that I wanted it. He told Bob to, "Fuck that white bitch!" to "tear that white pussy up!" All I could hear was a roaring in my ears as I wrapped myself around his spurting black cock and jerked my way to yet another gratifying orgasm.

As soon as Bob pulled his cum coated cock out of me, Ken took his place. It felt the same, looked the same and, I guess, it was the same. Ken's stiff cock produced the same thrilling fullness, the same climactic stretching sensation! It was just like Bob all over again - an instant replay of sorts.

I just got off again and again as Ken pounded into me with all the passion and desire of his brother. "You like this black dick, don't you, baby?" he asked, driving deep into me again. "You want this black dick, too - don't you? Don't you, bitch?" I was so busy cumming and anticipating the next thrust, all I did was moan as he too stiffened between my legs. As he ejaculated, adding his jizz to that left inside me by his brother, I could actually feel his semen splattering against my insides. And the feeling made me weak all over! I repeatedly climaxed with nymphomaniacal ardor, as I milked his spurting cock for all the juice I could get. It was absolutely marvelous!

Fucking twins is a lot like fucking a guy with two dicks - somebody's gonna be HARD all the time! Ken and Bob were no exceptions. They were insatiable. They fucked me all night long,... taking turns,...over and over and over.... until my pussy was so sore I couldn't take anymore. I've been with a lot of horny guys, but nobody had ever fucked me like Ken and Bob did. And when my husband climbed aboard me afterward, my stretched, cum-filled, pussyhole swallowed up his little cock without any sensation at all. My pussy was like a big, empty cave as he stiffened and added his own cum to the river of semen Ken and Bob had left inside me. It wasn't how sexy I was, or how tight my pussy was, that got him off, it was the fantasy visions of those two identical twins pounding their identical black cocks in my married white pussy all night long that triggered my husband's final orgasm....and, mine.

They left tickets to some of the upcoming games on the bedside table so we knew they wanted to party with us again. We also know we wanna do it again ouselves, so, I better get me some appropriate ball park apparel. We'll be going soon...maybe even this weekend! And, there's a lot of horny guys on a minor league ball club. You never really know what's gonna happen in a ball park after the game, right? I could end up blindfolded and tied up, taking god knows how many cocks. I would just have to lay there and take it no matter how many guys there were! I can hardly wait to see what happens. Maybe I'll tell you all about it after. Its fun sharing it afterward, like this...writing it all down. In fact, I'm so horny right now, I'd fuck that sexy UPS guy if he knocked on the door. In fact, I'd screw anybody who knocked on the door. I'm just a dick-loving slut and I won't ever change. I've always been "easy" and screwing black guys has only made me "easier."

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