Alas, the economy is taking its toll and my husband has to move to the San Francisco area. So we are moving our whole family there this summer. I am in the process of selecting a new place to "hang my shingle" as well.

The next few months I will spend saying goodbye to Michael and Thomas. My husband and I have talked about what to do next. This does afford us the possibility of stopping this unorthodox lifestyle as we are both white collar working professionals and this does take up a lot of time. My husband and I do acknowledge that stopping this would put a large void in our lives. The two largest barriers are our desire to be careful and safe and the unlikelihood of finding two men who are as perfect as Thomas and Michael. They are both professional working men (an engineer and an attorney), married with no hangups, love and understand the good things in life, are impeccable dressers, great dancers, extremely intelligent, great looking and in great shape. I admit that I am very lucky to have found such great men in both body and soul.

My husband and I have decided that we will try and find men like Thomas and Michael in San Francisco. If we can, then it will be great, but if not, we might have to go back to our normal boring lives. So what I'd like to do is tell you about me, my interests, what I want and then make a request.

First about me: My name is Julia, I've been married 11 years to a wonderful Caucasian man. We have 3 children all under 10. I am a 34 yo brunette with a college and graduate degree. I am a professional who works 8-6 5 days a week and I like to visit museums, the symphony and nice restaurants. I am 5'5" 125 lbs. and I work out every morning before I go to work. I like my black men 25-40 yo with clean cut looks, a nice chest and a great mind. With Michael and Thomas, all of our time together were always great "dates". Nice restaurants, Cubs games, blues bars, and picnics. We rented out rooms at nice hotels (Fairmont and Hyatt) or sometimes just did it in the parking lot or our offices after hours. If they wanted to have a special fantasy scenario, I showed up in role and costume and did it (play doctor, "stuck-up boss", little school girl, country chick, biker chick, bitchy client) and so did they (horny patient, cocky stud in a bar, just a boyfriend at a baseball game, biker stud, insurance salesman, or a horny burglar). What made it great is that everything was clean and sophisticated, romantic and mature interaction between consenting adults. Nothing was cheap (the sex, the encounter, etc.) and we each admitted to falling in love with each other. There were no physical boundaries. I learned to trust my lovers and respected their wishes, and they mine.

What I'd like: based upon what I described above, I would like to hear from men in the San Francisco area only and for them to each tell me a little about who they are. Not just stats, but a little mental candy about likes, dislikes, etc.

Not that I want everyone to write an essay, but as they say, the devil is in the details. I feel we can assess intelligent, honest, and sophisticated men based upon a good writing sample (yes, spelling counts). So here is what I want: I'd like those who are interested to write me a synopsis of our first encounter. I like details. If it involves a favorite restaurant or club or hotel of yours, name it. What do we eat, drink, etc. Wine and dine me by describing how you romance me and then you can explain the physical part of the evening (yes details here are good). I am squeamish, but you are allowed to make me as horny as you a can trying to read those emails.

Thanks. I am looking forward to hearing from all the gorgeous black men.

Things only got worse after she felt the fit of his cock inside of her and was transformed by it.

Since I am charged to point out every detail, it is worth telling you that her very body changed as a result of loving Robert. I know this body well and it rarely offered me a sex that was wet to the immediate, unaroused touch. During the first weeks of their union, Robert spared no opportunity to point out that this had changed now. For the first few weeks, his first instruction to me upon arriving home, was to check her. I could move as fast as I wanted, but she was always soaked by the time my hand got to her sex. My fingers just fell into its wetnes. They were swallowed by it.

And thats another thing that changed. Notice that I said ‘fingers’ in the description above? Over the first weeks, Mary's vulva grew and seemed to be in a constant state of arousal. Her previously thin Anglo lips and petite diminutive ‘sharp’ shaped vulva have obviously distended and swollen to conform to the horse cock that owns her now. Exquisitely beautiful at age 34, the sight and the feel of Mary's changed body arouses me deeply.

Robert and Mary were not content with swingers discretion. They weren’t content to just force me to watch them fuck loudly and shamelessly in all rooms of the house (much to my delight). They became local evangelists for the IR scene. First, it was Sandy from Ellensburg, who came to watch at Mary's invitation. She had been a friend of Marys since college days and they had no secrets. Sandy, who is married to a guy who has no clue, had a black lover before who did not match up with the reports that were now coming from Mary. So Sandy wanted to see this man for herself. (I thought that Mary had Sandy talked into swinging with us once, but it never happened.) She has the same lean, taught body as Mary, only in a much shorter, 5 foot five inch frame.

Though Robert definitely saw the possibilities, he only fucked Mary that time as Sandy and I watched. He fucked her boldly and made sure to give Sandy an excellent angle on the action. But I caught him watching her, getting her to look in his eyes as he fucked my wife. I saw him gaziing into her soul, the big dark Devil... Robert knows that Sandy will return, and so when she leaned forward at one point and encircled his cock with her finger and thumb, even for a brief moment, he let her have enough of a feel to know for sure, but not enough to satisfy. It made Mary grin to see Sandys expression as she did this. Robert knows that he can afford to take his time. After all, he has my wife to use up first.

After Sandy, others would come to watch. I dont know who they were or how they came to find us, but they did. Robert would invite a few, so would Mary. Just insiders and friends who were supportive, curios, or both. Then, they would put on a show that humbled the most skilled cocksman in attendance. It felt like they sold tickets.

Last Thursday night, Mary instructed me to take her temperature rectally. This was a new one, but I did as I was told. 99.4 degrees, I announced. Do you have a slight fever, Mary? Mary seemed encouraged by this news but insisted that I try again. Same result. She then whipped out a spiral binder from the medicine cabinet and thumbed to the last page where a neatly organized chart, sorted by the date, was kept. She seemed oblivious to my presence as she reviewed the column of numbers that was entitled ‘TEMP.’ and entered her new number there. At the head of the page read the title: Ovulation Calendar. The calendar had obviously been kept for two months, all the way back to the night that we first met Robert.

From the rash of frenzied cell phone calls that followed, I gathered that this was as close to being informed as I was going to get. Mary and Robert were going to breed for a handful of our friends and some kinky IR strangers. The party was hastily scheduled for the next night and I was welcomed to watch- or go away for the weekend- as I saw fit. No one asked my opinion about it. In my silence, I agreed to stay and say no more about it.

The first person to show up was the videographer. He seemed to be very familiar with the drill and payed me little notice after I introduced myself to him. He came in and, though I was the only one home, began his process of loading in and setting up almost wordlessly.

I didnt actually see Mary until everyone else did too, much later in the evening, after everyone else had arrived. Mary had spent the entire day at a local spa and beauty treatment center. She got the full treatment, head to toe. She walked into the living room and made a processional circle in front of the chairs that were arranged in a circle around the room. She seemed extra pleased to have every eye in the room surveying her, evaluating her body for its breeding potential. She smiled a small smile to herself as she stepped along with processional grace. Under the lights, camera, and action, I can tell you that she never looked so radiant, so beautiful. Her body was the perfect 5foot 9 inch, 120 pound Nordic / Aryian beauty that I had married six years ago. But today she was different. She was proud of her body, proud to be on display, anxious to prove her devotion to her black sire. This was her time and she knew it. She was going to make the most of it. She had makeup on from head to toe. her sex had been shaved into a thin patch of short coiffed fur, like a child entering sexual maturity. Her skin was flawless porcellain. She was beautiful, clad only in a long bridal veil, garter belt and garters and white stockings and high heels, gracefully holding a bouquet of purple African violets in front of her. By then, the Wedding March was playing quietly on our stereo. “Where did that come from?” I wondered to myself. Obviously, there was some choreography here that I did not know about.

After she circled the room twice, Robert entered the room and stood facing us, his size only seemed to be accentuated by his formal attire. He looked grave and solomn, focused annd hanndsome. His brow was damp from anticipation. Robert is one racehorse that does not like to be held in the starting gate for too long.

A phoney preacher, with collar and bible, entered the room and begins to recite the wedding ceremony vows. After a few sentences, he says: “Awwww fuck it anyway. Who is giving this bitch away to Robert?” I cant believe that I am hearing my own voice say “I do.” An enthusiastic cheer erupts from the small gathered crowd. “Okay then, let’s get straight to the good shit!” says the preacher, and the good shit starts to happen as he moves to the shadows.

After kneeling before him like a fawn, slowly begins slowly and lovingly sucking Robert to arousal. His cock grows and spears the gap in her bridal veil. Suddnely, she whips it off as the music changes from the Wedding March to a strange and seductive middle eastern song, a wail punctuating swerving clarinets, violins and ouds. Mary raises to her feet, cobralike, initiating a seductive little dance around him. She rubs her ass against him provocatively. She rubs her pussy on him unashamed, gazing up into his eyes wiith pure devotion and lust. Her juices leave his pantleg darkened by her wetness.

She dances back away from him and spreads her lips for him, showing everyone how wet she is and where she wants him to go. She twirls around him to the music like a lithhe pale snake, slipping off his belt in one move, opening his shirt in another. She works him like a pickpocket, deftly flicking off this, opening that. Slowly, his clothes fall away and he is finally naked with her. The room is charged by their contrasts. My small, wet Mary with her engorged anglo sex, pale against this massive black laborer. No one in attendance hhas missed the appropriateness of these fine two specimens breeding. Everyone there would have gladly substituted their little white daughters for my Mary, given the chance. You could cut the expectations hanging in that room with a knife. If I had even tried to stop things now, I would have been torn to pieces. Instead, I amazed myself at being the most hopeful person there.

He took her at last when she taunted him one more time with her doggie style invitation. By now, her thighs were wet with anticipation as she crawled and sprawled lionlike before him. She was completely shameless in offering her sex to him. Rolling and lifting her hips to to him like a sacred offering. She raised her ass in the air, pushed it at him and cooed loudly. She whimpered and smiled at him seductively as she measured his mood carefully. She captured his dark imagination.

He fell to his knees behind her and she immediately became almost agitated by this, recognizing at once that her time had come. She would stop being the seductress and breed to him now. It was obvious by the change of expression on her face that this had become serious business. He would take her and plant his seed into her wanting body as I watched. With every fiber of her being, she ached for it. She wriggled and moaned before him, raising her ass right up to him. And he took her by force at that moment. In one move, he struck- reachhing forward and grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling it back until she whimpered and quietly bent to his will and moved backwards to him. He never let go of her hair, using it like a bridle, easing his grip when she obeyed him, tightning it again to guide her obedience to him. She whimpered at first, then slowly acquiesced, and then finally reassured him by her actions that this is the way she wanted to be bred.

He looked down at his work approvingly as he entered her smothly and in one practiced stroke. The room gasped and leaned forward to watch him sink in to the balls as her full, wet labia roiled outwards to greet him. As he eased in and out of her at first, his cock went eight shades darker with ther wetness of her juices, heightening the contract between negro and caucasian. She became his breeder bitch in that one sweet moment and gave herself to him completely, gratefully. The rest of us ceased to exist in that moment.

The room was full of the smell of sex. More than one voice offered quiet approval and encouragement as Robert measured her annd she conformed to him once again. As Robert began stroking in and out of my wife with practiced deliberation, the preacher stepped forward again: “We are gathered here today to watch and witness the breeding and mating of Robert and Mary, who will be fucking all night tonight in an effort to make a child. She is fertile and ovulating, he is at his physical peak, producing millions of potent sperm with each ejaculation from his dominating black cock. Look at the way he owns her now. This is just the begginning. You are welcome to stay all weekend and watch as long as you know your place...”

As the words ‘fertile and ovulating’ bounced off the walls, Robert and Mary began to put on their show, increasing their stroke rate as they demonstrated amazing, animal sexual syncopation. Clearly, they were made to fuck each other. Who could possibly deny this inevitability? She looked back at him, coaxing his best preformance with phrases like “Baby, make me now, make my baby...” she arched back her head and closed her eyes to slits as he worked her swollen, splayed pussy. She knew that he was about to come inside her and she arched her back to cradle his seed deeply within. An expression of bliss froze on her face as her buck spasmed into her wildly. His balls tensed and you could almost hear his greasegun lubing her up. Sloit, skloit, skloit! As he continued with a slow stroke, thick white globs of semen fell out of her onto the carpet with reassuring little splats, hanging precariously from her trimmed thatch for a moment, then slowly sliding across her clit, and falling to the floor.

I couldn't help remembering the day that we picked that carpet out together. It was right after we got back from our honeymoon.

Round one ended in a draw.

Four months later to our delight she was pregnant. As the time progressed and she became heavier with child, some 4 months, she became very agitated and ill at ease a sure sign that she had something on her mind that was troubling her. I talked to her and after a long discussion I discovered that she had been having sex with a black guy for some months and taking him with a bare cock, receiving his seed into her unprotected womb, and thought the child was most possibly his as I had been away for three weeks during which time he had serviced her almost every day. She confessed had been fucking blacks for some years prior to me, but loved me and had really wanted to marry me. The current guy was an old flame and she was just unable to say no to him as he was very dominant and forceful and this turned her on so she was so worked up and he refused to wear a condom so she took him with bare black cock to bare pussy.

I was extremely angry and confused and a little sad, and we had enormous rows over the next few days. I was also very turned on which surprised me, and we agreed that we would have to wait and see if it was his, but she was to stop fucking him, she agreed to this. We soon returned to a loving relationship and I felt good and clam again accepting that I may have to bring up a black child which did not seem to bad really, but I also could not get the picture of my wife with a black guy out of my mind and I was very excited about it.

She once again seemed ill at ease so one day I plucked up the courage to ask if she had seen him again and she nodded yes, confessing she had seen him that afternoon as he had been away in Europe and had just come back, they had fucked in our bed. I asked angrily why she kept on seeing him and had broken her word. She said because he was just so assertive and able to turn her on so much and she enjoyed the sex and found it impossible to refuse him. I did not say anything more and thought about it all night sleeping in the spare room. When I awoke I had resolved to benefit from this myself and try to keep it as a positive part of our marriage and sex life. I told her that I felt she should be free to choose if she wanted sex with him, and I would accept it, and if he came it was ok for her to continue as I understood her need for this passion and as long as it did not affect our marriage I would live with it. She said she would tell him to leave her alone and it would not affect our marriage as she loved me very much. I knew her intentions were honest, but did not believe she could resist him this late in the game and resolved to see what it was he had that made her so aroused and carefree as to risk her marriage.

The next day I went to work and at lunchtime told my secretary I was going to meet a client and drove home parking down the road. A car was in our drive and I walked to the back door my heart pounding, my cock already erect, a mixture of sexual excitement and jealousy running through my mind. I crept quietly into the house and I could hear them in the lounge so I went out again and round to the window in the lounge. With some convenient bushes for cover I could see him, his back to me. She was standing in front of him her belly huge with child now. He was talking to her and he reached out and stroked her belly then put his hand up her dress to stroke her pussy, she parted her legs a little and I saw she had no knickers on - the dirty slut I mumbled to no one. He pulled her lips down stretching them and she arched her back wincing a little, but pushed her hips forward to meet him and he was saying things, but I could not hear what only see her nodding and her lips moving in answer. Then she lifted her dress exposing her belly and pussy, spreading her legs more and he pushed his fingers into her slit and saying things, she was nodding faster as he talked. He grabbed her thick pussy lips between finger and thumb pinching them together and pulled them forward and her with them, her head was nodding like mad agreeing with whatever he was demanding.

He then stood up and started to kiss her passionately his hand still playing with her slit she responded her arms going around him. They parted and walked towards the bedroom. I quickly went round and crept into the house. I waited listening for a few seconds then crept towards he bedroom and the door was half open, they obviously did not expect anyone to come. I stood hidden by the angle of the door and looked into the bedroom through most of the bed was in clear view. She as now naked sitting on the side of the bed her big belly and full tits exposed, sucking his black cock, as he played with her tits.

He said "You like that black cock bitch.... don't you?", she mumbled a yes nodding, but kept sucking. He then pushed her back and spread her legs her pregnant pussy all open and wet and he finger fucked her rubbing her clit and she moaned and wriggled with pleasure her big full belly wobbling with his fast strokes. "I will fuck you like the white whore you are" he said, "give you more of that black seed you begged me to fill your cunt with!!". "You wanted it bitch you wanted my seed in your fertile white slut hole!!" "Didn't you bitch .. say, say it say what you wanted!!" She said in a low voice "I wanted your seed in me I want your baby, your black baby" The anger rose in me at this and how harsh he was with her, but I was also very sexually aroused which overrode my anger. Hard in the cock soft in the head was very true at that time for me!!. "What are you bitch" he said his fingers pumping furiously into her pussy her legs in the air her knees bent wide her big child filled belly wobbling hard and her tits flopping all full with milk. " I am a white fuck whore a black mans white fuck whore.. please I want your cock pleeeease please I need it badly.."

He then climbed between her thighs pushed her spread legs back hard against her milk swollen tits and told her to guide his very long cock, much bigger than my 6 inches, into her waiting pussy, She took it in her hand and put the huge head on her pussy. In one stroke he was deep in her and she moaned loudly and he began to pump her hard and fast. I worried about him doing damage but she was not in any pain only wild pleasure as he pumped telling her she was having his baby and she was a white fuck whore for his use. She begged for him to fuck her hard calling endearments to him saying "It's fantastic yes fantastic you're lovely you're lovely, I love your cock, fuck me fuck me pleeeease!!" He said the world would see she was a white fuck whore when she had his black child and then she let out a loud cry of pleasure and ground her pelvis onto his shaft as she had an orgasm. He watched her face contorted with pleasure as she bucked and ground onto his cock whimpering with delight " That's it bitch you love it you love my black cock enjoy it you white slut!!" To my horror she cried "mmmmmm yes, yes, yes I love it I love it give me your seed give it to me give me it all!!" now clinging hard to him and then he exploded into her with a grunt and a moan. I left quickly and ran to my car my cock hard as steel and wanting relief.

After that I crept back many times to watch this erotic act and eventually confessed to her I had watched them, which shocked her, but it was soon all resolved, she realising I was ok and cool about it. She gave birth to a 7.5lb baby boy a lovely coffee coloured child. Jay had been black bred.

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It all started when I was 14 and went to see Mandingo with a white couple that I was living with at the time. I didn't know it at the time, but when that white bitch said "Oh yes Mead, yes..." I was hooked. Being an Italian/Spanish guy (short, 5'5", 150 lbs), I had access and was invited to a lot of parties and get togethers with black folks--I envied all the black ladies and white babes who were part of their entourage. I thought I was "normal" and had my share of white women because I hung around the cool people, but what I really wanted was to be like the girls and be taken by a black man.

Well, as the saying goes, I got married and hid those feelings. Then, I was sent to Louisville Kentucky for training back in 1997. While there, I went to an adult book store and, while viewing an interracial movie, all those thoughts I had recessed filled my mind again. When I turned the video to a black man feeding his large thick cock to a little white boy, I was hooked again.

At about the same time, a large black cock came through the gloryhole to my right. I was in awe and to my own amazement, grabbed it and stroked it gently, kissed it lightly, and ran my cheek up and down it. It was HUGE--at least 12 inches (Really!) I started to suck it and lick it all over--it was awesome--but I wanted more because it was now or never to make my dream a reality.

I whispered to the black stud on the other side if he wanted to take this to a better place--he said yes and I asked him to follow me to my hotel. As he followed me in his car, hundreds of thoughts were racing through my head. When we arrived, he entered my room right behind me, turned me around and kissed me deeply. I just melted into his strong arms and let his majestic tongue travel deep down my throat, across my neck and, swiftly taking off my shirt, that tongue licking my ultra sensitive nipples.

He took off his clothes and for the first time in my life was face to face with a BLACK GOD for my own. He was so muscular, handsome and hung like a horse with exquisite black low hanging black oranges for balls and an ass to die for. He picked me up (yes he was that strong) and placed us into a 69 session. God, he licked my ass, thrusting his tongue deep into my ass, delving into my girl-pussy with thick fingers and playing with my little cock as if it were a clit. Meanwhile, I was savoring his big black pole: up/down, sliding my tongue up and around his wonderful big balls and savoring every moment.

After about 10 minutes of this pure phenomenal pleasure, his thick cock began erupting like a volcano all over my face as thick gobs of black purity was hitting my cheeks, tongue and chest--it was so GOOD! I then asked him (I still didn't know his name!) if he would take me like a good little girl bitch and fuck my ass-pussy. He was surprised and said he never expected to find such good fortune that evening. He lathered up my ass some more with his tongue and took several gobs of his cum off my chest to moisten my girl-pussy. Ooooooh it was soooo good as he took great care in slowly entering me as I lay on my back. I was HIS BITCH and loved every minute of it as he rocked back and forth, telling me my girl-pussy was so tight and hot. I WAS SO INTO HIS LOVING that when he starting kissing me, I knew I was hooked forever.

He fucked my hot ass for another ˝ hour before he screamed that he was going to turn my ass into his pussy. With that, he fired a hot missile of cum deep into my ass--he just kept cumming and cumming, kissing me, playing with my nipples, then grabbing my ass with his strong hands, then kissing me again, all the while fucking me deeply, making me his BITCH.

When it was over, he told me his name, Robert, and that he was a nurse at the local hospital. He cleaned us both up, gave me a deep fulfilling kiss and left my life forever. But I was a changed person. I went back to my home, kept fucking the wife, but all the while, seeing Robert or other black men fucking her as I licked their big black balls and thick fuck poles. I am recently retired from the Air Force, though only just turned 40.

I am still married, but I still think of that special moment in time and wish for a strong passionate black man who will secretly take me as his white boy bitch, kiss me, have me lick his wonderful big black balls and ass, let me massage his awesome body and if he likes, take my virgin bubble butt as his own (I call it my virgin butt, because it has been 5 long years since that wonderful moment and know I am extremely tight again). I am 5"5", 160 LBS, Italian/Spanish, green eyes, muscular build, running back body, hair on legs and chest (shaved around sweet sensitive nipples), shaved ass and balls, 6" boy cock, wicked tongue, extremely passionate. If any black studs are ever in Northern California, let me know if you want a wonderful fulfilling time with a blkslut boy. I also travel throughout the country on occasion on business (in fact I am in Chicago now--back to California next week (March 25) . The ball(s) is in your court--care to share? :>)

First let me say that I really have learned a lot about myself through marriage counseling that I've been going through with my husband.

I come from a fairly well off family in which my father was the bread winner and my mother was more the beautifulsocialite wife. They went to lots of parties and she was the beautiful woman on his arm and they always seemed so in love and that is the kind of marriage I wanted.

Well, my husband is a great and smart man and once we added our two children to our lives I guess the attention that he threw at me was suddenly being spread aound too thinky for my tastes. I found myself buying skimpier and skimpier dresses and bikinis, but her never noticed. I'd get better compliments from my husband's friends then my own husband. One friend in particular was always trying to videotape me and take photos and I started telling my husband about it and he told me that I was dreaming. One day I noticed that he had discretely set up a camera under some bath towels in his pool house when I was getting into my suit to go swimming. For some reason, I decided to put on a show and did a slow striptease. After I changed I saw him race to the pool house and get his recorder. I remember watching him maserbate and call my name as he watched a replay of my show on his camera. From that day I on Eric was probably over to our house as much as he could be and I could make him do anything for us (house sit, run small errands, babsit, etc.)

My husband was so oblivious to the extra attention Eric was giving me. I started wearing shorter and shorter skirts until I got a little too obvious. One day at my work one of our young wireless salespeople, Jamie, came into my office and asked for some help with a client presentation. Since his immediate supervisor was out sick, I stepped in as the regional manager.

Jamie was young and fiery. This was to be his first sale. We got to the restaurant in downtown Chicago and waited. The client never showed and we just ended up having a nice lunch. It was good for me to bond with some of the junior people as I had over 200 people reporting to me. It was a hot day, I was wearing a sleeveless white blouse and short houndstooth skirt and some dress heels and a blazer which I took off during lunch. Jamie looked smart in his new suit and tie. I enjoyed his Company nad his forward compliments. I noticed all the old ladies staring at us in the restaurant as this young stud 10 ears my junior sat across from me. I felt like the queen of the ball.

I dropped Jamie off at his apartment and he invited me in for a beer since it was Friday. I went in and as soon as the door closed he placed a kiss on my lips and I instinctively kissed back. That was the start of a torrid 2 year affair. Jamie was not a very good lover, but he gave me all the attention I needed. did it 5 or 6 times that afternoon as we screwed like highschoolers. My skirt never came off it was so steamy.

Over the next two years we would have sex in my office while pretending to have meetings, on weekends in the office when I lied about having to go to work, and in our cars in the underground garage. I even lied to my husband about Awards trips by the Company to Bermuda. Jamie and I would go to Bermuda and have sex in our hotel room, on the balcony and on the beach. Jamie was great. He would give me lots of attention and put me on a pedastal. He bought me jewelry and dresses. He was my dream husband.

It wasn't until after two years when my husband found some old bills that this all came to an end. My husband made me realize what I was doing to our children and family and he threatened me with divorce. I realized that I was using Jamie for attention and that if I wanted it, I needed to tell my husband.

We have since moved and I told Jamie we were though. My husband works to give me everything he can and if he can't, then I need to tell him. That is how my relationship with Carl came to be (see past letters I wrote). Carl is an occasional alternative. I don't use him to satisfy the things my husband is denying me. but rather Carl helps my husband give me what my husband would like to give me. Namely Carl's big black cock is incredible. His strength and beautiful skin just make me become an animal in bed. Lastly he is the one man who really takes command and treats me as an object in bed. His powerful strokes and voice almost hypnotize me every time. He has such a confidant way about him that I think, as a successful businesswoman, reminds me of the way I do my business in life so I respect his expertise in bed. He makes me feel very sexy yet stil sophisticated.

So I hope this explains some thing to you husbands out there. I also hope it doesn't confuse you. In the end it is all about making her feel better about herself and if for you it provides something that you yourself cannot provide, then it just fills a void rather than replaces you as her husband and full-time lover.

Thanks for listening, Amy

So now the thing is, I had to make a decision and it wasn't an easy one to make, who's to say who the man really should be. Not only did I have to make a decision but the person I chose did too and I think he is going to be perfect. I am not playing a game by not including my photo. I am a private person and will only send what I want when I want. I won't exploit myself on a web site either.

So I am overwhelmed and have read all your email and read it over again.

I don't possibly have the time to answer all the mail individually. I have gotten over 45 responses and everytime I check, I get more geezzzzzzzzzz it's only been three days.

So anyway thank you for all your replies you sexy black men. You truly made my day. I am not a fake for anyone's concern, I am all real and there are ones who saw my pic that know for sure. I have never hooked and have really only encountered one black man sexually in my life. I am just an honest lady looking for some fun. Thanks again for all your replies. This has been an honored experience. Love and Peace.

I have asked Coco to remove my ad as I just can't cope with the response!!

Last night my favorite black lover came to our home and I was waiting for him completely naked. He is the big black guy that broke me into interracial swinging about two years ago and he is a fun personable man with a huge thick 9" cock and a big set of balls that produce cum in ounces not drops. Each week on Wednesday he comes over for a romp with me and I look forward to it all week.

Right on time the doorbell rang and in came my lover man smiling real big and making me feel warm and fuzzy inside at the sight of him approaching me. Without a word he scooped me up in his arms and french kissed me deep, holding my entire body off the floor and close against him. I could feel the big bulge in his pants and feel his cock twitching against my naked tummy. Letting me back down he smiled big while holding his arms around my naked body and then led me by the hand into the living room. Saying hello to hubby as he began to take off his sweat clothes he was quickly standing naked in front of me and as I dropped to my knees his huge cock stood straight out and brushed my lips as I opened my mouth to take in his cock head.

My husband was sitting just inches away in a large overstuffed chair grinning and watching intently. As I closed my eyes I could see him wink at me and I started to suck my black lover in earnest. His cock was warm, smelled so wonderful and stretched my mouth wide open as I tried to get as much in and down my throat with each forward sucking motion I made. Within a few minutes I had quite a lot of his cock going into my mouth and throat as I would withdraw to the tip of his cock head them plunge back down while swirling my tongue around his cock head and shaft on the way down. He was moaning and growling like a big bear and enjoying it immensely as I noticed the flash of my husband's digital camera.

Opening up my eyes I saw him bending forward to get a close up and as I withdrew from my lover's cock I held his cock head against my extended tongue and rubbed it all over it for the camera as it flashed again. Before going back for another suck I smiled at my darling husband and he smiled back giving me a feeling of safety and comfort.

Within a few minutes I could feel his cock growing even larger and getting warmer and twiching as the cum load began to shoot toward the tip of the cock head. As the first huge and powerful shot of cum hit the back of my throat I began swallowing as fast as I could because I know from past experience with this man that there is a lot to follow. In steady big spurts he filled my throat and mouth as I swallowed to keep up with the flow. As his last few shots decreased in volume I knew I had once more managed to drink all the wonderful cum he could give me without missing a drop!!

Next, lover man sat down in another adjoining big chair and told me to "climb aboard" and as I slid down onto his big thick cock I had my first small orgasm. Holding his big hands under my ass cheeks he began stroking that big black cock that feels SOO wonderful into me all the way until I could feel his warm hairy balls against my butt and pussy lips. As I bounced up and down on his cock I had several other orgasms and my husband was working all around the chair snapping digital pictures from different angles and I could also see the video camera was on a tripod catching the action as well. Shooting a huge hot load of cum into me about five minutes later and grunting loudly as he did so lover man filled my puss with his wonderful warm sticky cum. Sitting astride him I pumped him for a few more precious warm drops of his cum then withdrew to the shower to cool off.

When I returned we all had a soda and talked for a time then my black stud rolled onto the living room floor and said 'come join me baby" as I got down and began to suck him back up. Actually his cock was already 90% erect and had not gone down hardly at all after our first encounter. Lying back on my back he mounted me and began what was a wonderfully long fuck session. He pumped his big cock in and out of me for almost two full hours cumming in me three more times without ever withdrawing. His cum loads just kept being spurted into me and his cock is so big it does not allow for any to run back out so I just kept getting filled with his seed. This time it was pretty close to being the "right time" for a baby to be conceived and I won't know for several weeks if I am pregnant or not??!!

It is scary yet erotic for me to wonder and my husband just grins and says he would be fine with it. I'm not certain what I would do if I am! Anyway the screwing session went on for a LONG time and he had my legs over his shoulders at one time deep fucking me in long hard strokes that made me go wild. I forgot who I was and where I was and was crying out to him how much I loved his big black cock in me and to cum in me again.

When I calmed down after one wildly intense orgasm I looked up and opened my eyes to see my husband still shooting video and digital as my lover continued a steady slow deep fucking of my little puss and when I came to again after another wild cum shot from my black lover about a half hour later I noticed hubby sitting on the couch stroking his little white cock then shooting his load into a Kleenex in his other hand as he grinned at me.

While I love my husband passionately there just is no comparison between a heavy hung black man and most white men including hubby. I am SOOO thankful we are swingers and he is a voyeur and encourages me to enjoy my new found black lovers. Now I look forward to Saturday night when I get a new black guy we have been talking to on the Internet. He saw the notice on www.cherrigoesblack.com about us wanting black men to do videos and applied there. He seems nice, has a big cock and says he can perform in front of the camera...... we will see? The pictures in this update are from the above story and this is a first also! Story and pictures together!

We agreed that I would only ever meet anyone with him and I did so for years.

In the presence of a black guy I was a slut and any girl reading this probably thinks that all girls say that but it seems from other couple and guys it really true, black guys turn us into sluts and treat us like it.

Before a meet my man dressed me to please and after fucked me stupid, leaving me truly spent. We always use safe sex with a guy, except oral.

SO HOW DID IT GO WRONG

My hobby is the gym and a few months ago my gym underwent a refurb. The same chain had a gym about 30 miles away so off I went. Dressed as normal in T-shirt, sports bra and leggings I went in and saw it was not too busy. As usual first came 30 minutes on a treadmill and I looked around. What did I see?

Black and sweaty in shirt and long shorts, about 6ft and pure body and mid 20s old. He came over and introduced himself, Andy and asked about my training. He seemed concerned that I did not do any weights, I hate them and said he would help me and so he did , holding my body at the right angle and there was contact but not sexual , that is except to my mind. He was old enough to be my son but I was not feeling motherly.

Next day I had to go again, not the same outfit, a sports bra, yellow shorts and white thong over, an outfit worn rarely. Yes he was there, and after 45 min or so he came over. Do the weights as I showed you he said! Again he helped but this time body contact came on and he chatted more about me, where I live, family etc. but still more contact, certainly not resisted but I had by then one thought, I needed cock, black and hard. How to get it was my thought.

After a shower I had a glass of orange and he came up to me. I did not believe him as he asked if I came often and what guy let me out dressed as sultry. I said its gym gear but he said on you its slut gear. He said he was on duty 6am until 2pm for the next 4 days.

11am I was there, same gear and he came up again and his contact was closer and firmer and I asked him if he wanted a lift home. No he said but would love one tomorrow and I just said yes. I could not believe it; I was like a schoolgirl; What to wear? Perfume? Make up?

I was like a kid. I suddenly realised that there was no way I would put on my best underwear in the gym changing room but I realised that guys love us in stockings. The solution-change in the gym loos.

All this was so exciting I would lie if I did not admit that the vibrator was not put to use.

The day came, off to gym, exercise and shower, he hardly acknowledges my existence but did say, "are you game then?" Guess my answer.

After the shower I put on my leggings then into the loo. Have you tried to get properly dressed in a loo? The purple basque was not too bad but the stockings were hell to get right. At last, 2pm and I am ready and in the Car Park in my car waiting. He strolled over in a tracksuit and just got in. I asked him if he fancied a drink but he just said-lets go to my place. Then he stopped me in my tracks. "If you want me to use condoms, you better buy some". I was dead and buried as I stopped the car outside the chemist and rushed in, a white 48year old leaving a black young guy in her BMW convertible for all the world to see. It gave me a further thrill but I also realised that the act meant I had agreed to go to be fucked and that was that. When I got back in he asked to look at my purchase and I had to show him, 3 extra sensitive in a box and he held them and asked me to drive off. I wondered who had seen the condom inspection! The journey was in total silence.

He lived in pleasant modern small house, it was tidy and well kept but my mind was more on the next few hours. I was alone with a guy who was about to fuck me with the condoms I had bought. He did not wait a minute, "well, get ready" and so in his lounge I took off my outer clothes leaving me in underwear. "You dress like a slut too I see, lets see your cunt", off came the panties as he took off his tracksuit and stood in a black jock strap. He told me to strip him and get him ready for his white slut, as if either of us needed to get ready. He certainly was no megacock but about 8in, hard, shiny and all mine for now. I just kneeled at his feet, licked and stroked and took it in as deep as I could. All the time he used words like slut, whore, tart and it got me real horny. He was obviously turned on as in a few minutes he said that I should hold back for the real thing, and then told me to lie down and wait.

Wait no chance and I lay there with one hand playing through my basque with my nipples and the other teasing the already hard clit. He watched and watched and called me all the names until my first cum. I should say that I am not a big cummer or screamer but my whole body began to shake. Suddenly he shouted "rubber me up", I had no idea until I saw the condom packet in his hand. This was new ground, condoms and I had not mixed in a 1-1 for years and when my husband and I had a guy for me he always insisted the guy put them on. He wanted me to do it and so I gingerly tore the wrapper and pulled out the condom. Without asking I sucked him wet and rolled on the sad piece of rubber that I knew was sensible but was to keep true cunt contact apart. It seemed a second and he pushed me back and drove hard into me in one push, without any problem as I was by then so wet. He never changed position but just held himself on those firm arms and drove and drove.

It seemed to be a moment and another orgasm came and went and another and he never stopped. Ladies, try a fit gym guy, they don't tire. Suddenly after god knows how much hard fucking, deep and hard he shouted and came, as you guess I was with him. It seemed only a second then he pulled out and got me to roll off the condom that he took and laid across my stocking top. Warm and full I could not get over the sight and thought of it just lying on me. What next!" Play with your pussy for me little slut and you may get another fuck". He got us a glass of wine as I lay there, playing with my pussy and looking at his shiny cock and the full condom on my leg. It was about 10 minutes and he just pulled me up to sitting and the condom fell off me but in a flash he grabbed it and put it into the top of my stockings and said "take your used condom with you, now turn over", and in a flash I was bent over head on bed being drilled for what seemed like hours.

As before I lost track of time and control of my emotions and gave in to a pure raw fuck. Suddenly I thought if he had a condom on and asked and to my relief he pulled out and walked around in front of me and I saw the fantastic sight of the condom clad shiny dick and he then just pulled it off and shot all over my breasts with no warning.

My basque was covered with a good load, more than my husband comes in his only orgasm. He told me to rub it in, put the condom in the other stocking and told me to go home and call him next Monday. I went to clean up but he got me to dress and leave in about 5 minutes, my legs still wobbly from the fuck and my basque sticking to my blouse and the amazing feeling of the rubber inside my stockings.

The drive back was unforgettable, the cum soaked body the smell of sex and the condoms in my stocking leaking slowly. I knew my husband was out but was worried that the neighbours might see me.

I was lucky and went in for a shower and hair wash and put the basque away to wash when my husband was out next day. I could not take my eyes off the condoms, one full but not tied off so dripping, the other damp and cold. You guessed, a session with my vibrator followed then off to get the dinner ready.

Next day I felt a mixture of total satisfaction, a real sexy lady, and a horrible feeling I was being used. I really knew it was true but it was fantastic. I had read of sluts for black cock, ladies who only wanted black and were sluts but I felt different, I was using him for my pleasure but he thought it the other way round. We both had the fun.

Two days later I called him and was invited over at 2pm, after his work. Underwear, perfume and packet of condoms and I was ready for him.

He was at the door in his tracksuit and on the phone, he called for me to get ready and kept talking to someone. In my basque I must have stood for 5 minutes as he talked until he called me to him and pulled down the trousers and jock and said "suck" in the middle of the phone call. I was not happy but his black dick was hard and for about 5 minutes I sucked and licked it until he said on the phone, "must go, I have this slut here".

I did not know what to do but carried on with a blushing face I guess.

He immediately said he was on in hurry so to get ready; I looked up as to his meaning but he just pushed me on the floor and pulling my tiny panties to one side slide in to my by now very wet pussy. It was about 3 minutes before I realised the condoms were in my bag and cried out for him to that let me get them. "You are on the pill so fuck off and get it as you should".

Instead of his long fucking within a few minutes I felt him tighten up and as he came he pulled out and came all over my stomach and cunt hair, thrust his cock into my mouth for cleaning and then told me to go as he was busy.

I now was humiliated and dressed in a flash and drove him very wet and sticky thinking about what to do now. I looked at my self in the mirror, the underwear adrift and the cum soaking me and my torn panties around one leg with the clit very obviously hard. In honesty now I was upset but it did not stop a very wet finger play before the shower.

I am now two weeks on in a quandary, you see I felt I had now totally lost control and was purely at his beck and call to be used abused and in honesty the non condom use worried me as I was absolutely certain I was not the only lady his cock had entered.

It was fantastic while it happened but, "What should I do."

Sue

I am having the greatest time of my life. I must admit feeling a little bit sorry about Rick, but I guess this will teach him the lesson good.

Reggie's friend is really hung.. and I wouldn't mind staying with him a week without Regg too. They let me decide about that. During the first week here I got more black dick than I would ever dared to dream about. The first weekend Mike had a beach party for me. I was the only woman and I believe all the guys there got to taste me before sunrise. The weekend before we left, eight men shared me at Reggie's place. Four if them stayed all sunday too. Now I already did break that 'record'...

More than twenty black men took me at the beach and I loved it. Mike and Reggie and fucking me every day and they don't feel bad about sharing me when someone comes to visit at Mike's place, but it is Mike I like most. His huge dick makes me feel better than I thought possible.

This weekend it's 6 weeks gone since I was in hospital giving birth. I am another woman now. Mike says that no other woman has taken his member like I do and he already invited me back...

I might stay one more week even though Reggie is going home, I don't know yet. So, I guess hubby wrote his story... I don't understand that he didn't figure it out for a long time ago. I think about the 'big friend' he bought to me. I might take it inside my pussy now... My pussy is really big but I love it like that, having the men needed to satisfy my insatible lust for black dick.

I love you Coco

Mary

I AM SURE THAT VERY LITTLE GAMBLING WAS DONE DURING THE EXPO AS THE ATTITUDE IN THE AIR WAS MORE IN THE LINE OF "SCREW THE SLOTS, LETS FUCK THE SLUTS".

WE ALWAYS HAD FUN WHEN WE TOOK A TRIP TO LAS VEGAS DOING THE USUAL THINGS THAT MOST PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY GO THERE, GAMBLING, EATING, SEE A SHOW AND SLEEPING DURING THE DAY WITH THE BLACK OUT DRAPES CLOSED TIGHT AND ORDERING ROOM SERVICE NOW, IM LOOKING BACK AND WONDERING WHAT WAS SO FUN ABOUT THAT?

LAS VEGAS AT NIGHT BURSTS WITH COLOR AND ENERGY LIKE NO OTHER PLACE ON THIS EARTH. AS WE ENTERED LAS VEGAS, AG LUST COULD SEE MY EXCITEMENT AND SAID " YOU LOOK MORE LIT UP THAN THE NEON LIGHTS IN THIS TOWN, WHAT A NASTY SLUT YOU ARE". AND WITH A BIG NAUGHTY SMILE ON MY FACE , I LOOKED AT HIM AND THEN WE BOTH LAUGHED OUT LOUD.

I HAD PLANNED ON GETTING WELL RESTED FOR MY GANG BANG THE NEXT NIGHT WITH THE ARIZONA AND NEW YORK MANDINGOS. BUT I COULDN'T SLEEP WITH ALL THE NASTY THOUGHTS GOING ON IN MY SLUT MIND.

I GUESS IT WAS A GOOD THING THAT I DIDN'T FIND OUT UNTIL THE NEXT DAY THAT ALL MY BIG BLACKS COCKS WERE STAYING AT THE SAME HOTEL AND LOCATED ONLY 10 STORIES BELOW OUR ROOM. JUST A QUICK TRIP ON THE ELEVATOR I THOUGHT...

THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I JUMPED WHEN I HEARD SOMEONE KNOCKING ON OUR HOTEL DOOR. WE BOTH WENT TO GO SEE WHO IT WAS. AG LOOKED THROUGH THE PEEP HOLE AND STARTED TO UNLOCK THE DOOR TO LET THEM IN. WHEN I SAW WHO IT WAS I WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED.

Continues to next story with LORI LUST, DFWKNIGHT AND HIS FRIEND MAX.

Written by Lori Lust

Sure enough, the suggestion that she try someone larger was met with enthusiasm and our experiments began and continued with varied results. Almost all the men we met did indeed have longer cocks than mine, but few were much thicker. Finally, my darling did meet a fellow with both a much longer(9.5 inches) and much thicker (about five at the head and then getting thicker and thicker until it reached a good eight inches around near the base) penis, a real pussy stretcher. I didn't get to watch their first meeting, but I did see the results when she came home and her stomach was splattered with dry cum and her pussy had opened like a flower around her outer lips.

She had a look on her face which I've only seen once since and that was when the same fellow was invited over for an evening of fun to our place, so I could watch what I'd missed the first time. She sat him down on the couch and kneeled before him, opening his pants and helping him take them down. His bulge was filling his underwear and then some. A large man to start with (6'4"), if his cock had just been proportionately large it would have been big, but when she pulled down his underwear it was a rapidly growing monster that was sprung out begging for attention.

Gently curving upwards, she wrapped her hands around it and started to suck on the head. She stopped for a moment and looked around at me saying,"See? I can hold it with two hands and there's still some left over!" Sure enough, she wrapped her hands around it, one on top of the other forming large open fists, and above her fingers there still protruded another inch and a half of hard cock, which she promptly started sucking on some more.

Then, she alternated sucking like that and licking up and down his entire length. Then, she tried to take all of him in her mouth at once. She can take me with little difficulty, I just push up against the back of her throat and she stretches a bit and I'm in to the hilt. (She has a fairly long jaw--all her back molars fit in her mouth with room to spare). But try as she might, she could only get about eight inches of him in her mouth, still leaving a goodly portion cooling in the night air of our living room.

I licked her pussy to help things along and she then sat down on him, taking all of his cock into her, stuffing her sweet pussy with thick hard cock. She bounced up and down on him happily for a while, and then he lay her down on the couch and started really pushing hard into her. He did hurt her a little and we explained to him that it wasn't so much his size as the speed of entry which was hurting her. So, they moved to the bedroom and she got up on her hands and knees so he could stand behind her and really give it to her that way.

There was that look again! A big open smile with a glow in her eyes that just shone. He fucked her hard but in that position it didn't hurt her, it just made her exclaim after he came all over her back,"that was the most intense sex I've ever had!" I suppose her smile was bigger from stretching her mouth around his huge organ, but it definitely got even bigger with the flush that came while he stretched her pussy again and again, touching places inside her that no one else ever has. I don't know if we'll see him again, but the memory still has the power to turn both of us on!

The "BLKEXCEPTION" Responds......

To those who know me.... I Live and Love by The Gentlemans Code. "Alway's Treat Them Like a Lady" and Keep it to yourself!!!!.. I only submit a story when The Lady say's I Can.... My Dear Sweet Ms Aimee, I'll finish your submission since "you" started it :)......

That night was absolutely incredible. Amiee tasted wonderful and she had the most perfect body. Her breasts stood straight out and her nipples were perfect and dark. She had several orgasms that evening. It was wonderful to make love to a woman who could have multiple orgasms and she had them almost continuously while I licked and sucked her pussy. I can remember every detail of her as she leaned back on the sofa with her legs parted and with me in between them. Her belly would tighten each time and she moaned softly the whole time. Her beautiful mouth and lips were slightly parted and her eyes would open and close slightly as I looked up at her. Everything about her was slightly bigger than life, but in perfect proportion.

It's hard to remember how long I licked and sucked her but finally, it was time to push her back onto the sofa and make love to her. I stood up long enough to take off my shorts and let my extremely hard dick free. It knew exactly where it should go. I kneeled back over her and pushed down into her. She was wet, both from me and from her own juices. I slid in easily and for a moment, just laid there, enjoying the feel of her body, her arms wrapped around me and the feeling of being inside her. She squeezed slightly and tightened around me, both inside and out. I could have laid like that for hours.

Finally, we began to move slowly together. Making love to such a lady was a most wonderful thing. Not only was it exciting but we were also both feeling the excitement of having sex for the first time with each other. Every stroke was slow and gentle and I could feel every nerve in my body and every muscle tighten. She rubbed my back and then would scrape her nails across it. Her long arms would drop to my ass and then slowly run the length of my back as we moved together.

She came several more times. Each time she would climax, we stopped so that I could feel her pussy tighten around me and pulsate. The experience was absolutely wild.

On the other hand, I didn't cum at all. Not only did I not want to but I couldn't stand the thought of stopping this.

Finally, she started to cramp from so many orgasms. I pulled out and watched her stand and pull her t-shirt back on. I rolled over, not completely satisfied, but exhausted from all of this.

Now completely naked, I got to look at her lovely body. Olive skin that was soft and cared for. Beautiful hands and feet. Legs that were silky and inviting. I turned her over and just started at her strong and lovely back, my eyes working slowly down from her curly brown hair to her wide shoulders. I remember the curve of her shoulder blades and how her skin sloped to her beautiful spine. It was perfectly rounded and shaped and her hourglass figure was lovely. The skin shone naturally and the small of her back tipped perfectly onto a rounded ass. I started at the backs of her legs and reached to them, rubbing my hands first on one, from the back of her knee up to the crack in her ass and then back down the other leg. Shemoaned softly as I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her soft thigh.

On the return back up her leg, I pushed a bit deeper and her legs gently parted. I leaned over and kissed first one cheek and then the other and then licked slowly down the center and between her legs. The smell of her very wet pussy drew me further down between her legs. My tongue found the back of her pussy and I pushed inside it as her legs parted further. She absolutely shook with anticipation. This was not the time for teasing. Both of us had been waiting for too long. I turned her over and kissed her first, then worked my way down her body. Both of her breasts received licks and tugs on her nipples. Her breasts stood up and her nipples were full and hard. They felt so good between my teeth that I did not want to leave them, but at the same time, her stomach arched toward me and she kept pushing my shoulders down further.

Her belly button was small and puckered. I couldn't help but kiss it and stick my tongue into the slight indentation. Her stomach shook slightly and she continued pushing me down further. It seemed that every part of her body was super sensitive. She was electric in her appreciation of every kiss and touch.

Finally, I made my way to her pussy. It was beautiful. Her legs were parted enough so that I could look at her, smell her and taste her. I wanted to memorize every bit of her, starting with that fabulous pussy. She lifted herself up to me and pushed hard at my open mouth. My tongue pushed hard into her and I actually felt her tighten and squeeze me. She came almost instantly. Her aroma filled me.

I pushed hard on her clit and licked and sucked for what seemed to be hours. She came several times and each one was strong. Finally, she pulled me away and I crawled on top of her. My dick found her entrance, which was absolutely slick by this time. I moved into her with the same slow rhythm of the first time. It seemed as though we had know each other forever. We held each other and stared into each other's eyes as we moved. I knew that the time wouldn't last forever, but I wanted this to last for as long as possible.

Finally, I felt the sensations in my stomach and I could tell that it was time. My first climax would be the very best. I moved slowly, letting the sensation spread and it was as though I could feel the cum spread from my balls and into my dick. I held it for as long as possible, pulled out of Aimee and rocked back onto my knees. She brought her hands up to my dick and touched it softly. That was enough. I came as though I'd been waiting my whole life for that instant. I shot the length of her stomach and onto her breasts for several seconds. Shock set in and I rolled over next to her, completely exhausted. We laid that way for awhile, half asleep and then finally got up to wash. I almost collapsed as I rolled onto the floor. Total and complete bliss.

Obviously, there must be more, but that is for another time. Ms. Aimee, It your turn to burn the walls in the "Dark Cavern"... And Yes, I DARE YOU!!!.......

I remain that which I am...... The "Dark Cavern's" Black Exception, to ALL the rules!!

I always thought I got kind of a raw deal. I'm barely able to muster 4 inches, on a good day and if I keep the little rascal in fighting trim. But it was just exactly that, my limited endowment, that led my wife Lisa into going black.

It was one of her girlfriends got Lisa her first date. She and Jen were great pals, hanging out since back in their college days. I never quite figured it, they didn't seem all that similar. Lisa was more demure, more refined as I thought at the time. I mean she has a fine sweet ass, perky tits and a cute smile but she didn't throw it in your face.

Jen was something of a party animal. Loved the night life. Loved to dance and show off. Word was that she was fucking anything in a pair of pants. I'd even heard that she did black guys. She was single and could damn well do as she pleased but I wasn't real fond of her hanging out with Lisa. But then Jen didn't seem all that impressed with me either. 'The Paycheck' I'd heard her refer to me as, meaning I was good for providing Lisa with a decent lifestyle but that was about it.

I remember, this was about a year after Lisa and I first got married, I came into the kitchen and the two of them were engaging in some girl talk. Lisa looked up at me, smiled, and said "Jen just had her nipples pierced. C'mon, Jen, show him!"

Right then and there Jen stands up, shucks her top and I'm looking at two glorious pink nipples sporting rings. She did a slow pirouette and her tits bobbed up and down. Christ! Maybe I didn't really approve of Jen but her tits were beautiful.

"I think your hubby's sporting a hardon" Jen said, amused. And it was true. It wasn't like I had any say in the matter.

Lisa looked at me, pursed her lips in an appraising manner, and said "Don't worry, Jen. It's not big enough to do any real damage with." Both girls cracked up at this. They seemed to think it was hysterically funny.

"Lisa tells me you do give great tongue, though," Jen said. "I'm glad to know you can at least get something right." This brought on more laughter. Finally Jen wiped her eyes, smiling at me. "I have to go pee," she said. She slid past me, both her nipples deliberately brushing against my bare arm. The cheap slut!

I think it was around then that Jen started dating some black guy. I knew about it because Lisa made sure I heard the details. "Jen says he's a find. A great dancer and a lot of fun to be with." Lisa paused, smiled. We were in bed at the time. "And he's hung like a horse."

"You mean she's fucking him?" I asked. I still couldn't get over what a slut Jen was.

"Of course, silly. On the first date, Jennifer told me. And they've been going hot and heavy ever since. He takes her out, he's just all over her. Jen says the sex is great." Lisa sounded turned on by it all and she repeated several times how well hung the guy was. It even got me turned on, hearing my cute Lisa talk that way. How big the guy's dick was. And how much Jen loved it.

A couple of nights later Jen and her boyfriend stopped by at our house. They were on the way out to some dance club. The boyfriend was big and tall, very dark. He had a heavy gold chain around his neck that he seemed to think was a big deal. He and Jen could barely keep their hands off one another. Right there in my own living room, in front of my wife, they were snuggling and playing kissy face. The guy kept cupping Jen's fine white ass. I've got to admit, even though I didn't really like Jen, this was getting to me. Fine white slut and the black stud who was shagging it. I had a hardon. Jen kept smiling at me, in a mocking sort of way. She knew what she was doing. Finally she turned to Lisa.

"Well, it looks like your husband has got a hardon. Again, Does he do this all the time?"

Lisa laughed. "He's just showing off."

"Really?" Jen walked over to me. "Impress me, big guy." I tried to laugh it off. But Jen wasn't having any of it. "Here, let me help," she offered. And with that she unzipped me, reached in and pulled it out. "Oh, my!"

Everyone started to laugh. Jen, her fucking boyfriend, even my wife, Lisa. I've said that I was small endowed and the evidence was right there for everyone to see.

"I told you, Jen, didn't I," Lisa said, sassy and defiant. "I mean, did I lie?"

"No, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I mean this," and Jennifer grabbed my erect penis and began to stroke it in a slow, practiced fashion, "is pathetic." I was embarrassed but what Jen was doing to me with her hand, I mean, it wasn't like I was about to protest or anything.

"I want you to promise me something." Jen pressed in closer to me, stroking more rapidly. "My boyfriend wants to date your wife. He wants to take her out, dance with her and show her a good time. And he wants to fuck her. He wants to give her what she hasn't been getting at home."

I looked over at my wife. "Please, baby," she said, real soft and sweet, like she was asking me could she splurge on a second dish of Hagen-Daas.

"Yes, yes, all right," I agreed. I mean, hell, at least she was asking me. She wasn't just going out and fucking the guy. And I was so close to blowing my load.

"Good." And Jen walked away from me, leaving me hanging in the air. My dick jerked up and down. I didn't know whether to stuff the little guy back into my pants or what. So I just stood there looking at it. And that bitch Jennifer walked out of the house with her boyfriend, laughing.

Well, the boyfriend got his date and, yes, he ended up fucking Lisa. And fucking her properly, as Lisa was quick to tell me. Fucking her the way she'd always needed to be fucked. A couple of months later, when they broke it off, the guy passed her along to a buddy of his and Lisa hasn't looked back since.

As for me, well, I got just one thing I want to say - Thanks, Jen!