I'd sit at home by the phone, immersed in a parade of pre-coital fantasies, waiting to be summoned. My husband loved summoning "the pussy" (what he affectionately calls me when we're doing the hooker thing) to the party. Of course, I had all the regrets and guilts of a married woman who spreads her legs for other men while pretending she's a hired hooker her voyeur husband purchased so he could watch other guys fuck her. I hated myself for doing it at first because everytime I did it, it made me want to do it again. The thrill of letting a man you don't even know have sex with you is the biggest sexual thrill I've ever known. Just thinking about it turns me on. When the phone finally rings summoning me to the motel, I'm usually hot enough to fuck a whole roomful of strangers.

I guess a guy or two might have guessed we were married, but nobody knew for sure except the two of us. And we never acted married. Pete (my husband) always treated me like a whore, ordering me around and telling me what to do. He took particular pleasure in watching my reactions when other men were fucking me. He would taunt me constantly, telling me to admit how much I liked it and urging me to suck and fuck whoever he had invited to the room. It was usually a black guy because Pete liked watching me service blackmen more than anything else. He stayed hot for days after a blackman fucked me.

After a particularly gratifying night with a 32 year old black bricklayer named Roscoe Thomas, under Pete's constant badgering, I finally admitted that blackmen had always appealed to me. I confessed that having sex with a blackman had been a fantasy of mine when I was younger, and now that I was having sex with blackmen, the real thing was even better than my fantasies had been. I freely admitted that I enjoyed doing it with black guys more than anyone else, and, athough I appreciate men with 'big ones' as much as the next woman does, it wasn't because of their bigger dicks. It was so much more than that. Their desire for me, white pussy, was always bigger than their cocks. Their lust... the way they wanted me and lusted for me. Just being a white woman makes me feel sexy and special with a blackman. And they way they fuck me is incredible! It gets so good sometimes, I can't believe its that good. Black guys do it like they mean it - everytime!!!

Roscoe somehow overheard me telling my husband all that, and right on cue, he stepped into the bedroom, his thick black cock already stiff again. "Why don't we do it like we mean it one more time before I go." he teased. I flushed, sheepishly, embarassed that he had overheard me. Pete took one look at Roscoe's black footlong and said he thought one more time would be good! I don't think either of them even suspected that I wanted Roscoe's big dick inside me again as much as they did. He had been making me climax all night and I wanted to climax like that forever. Getting it that good on a daily basis was a fantasy of mine too. I thought about how heavenly it would be if my husband Pete had a big thick cock like Roscoe's and could use as good as Roscoe did.

I know Roscoe suspected Pete was my husband but he didn't pry. He just rubbed the fact that he was fucking me in Pete's face. While he was pounding his dick in and out of my hungry hole, he told Pete how good my white pussy was, urging him to watch me take it all as he shoved the whole length of his black cock into me again and again. He asked Pete if he thought my husband knew I was a whore for black dick, if he liked it himself or just couldn't stop me from getting it for myself. Of course, instead of angering or embarassing Pete, his words incited even greater passion and intensity between us. As the speed and depth of Roscoe's thrusts increased, I started anticipating his climax, lifting my legs high on his back and arching my upturned ass even higher, giving him direct, unimpeded access to the depths of my vaginal canal. I could see my husband masturbating beside the bed, ready to cum as soon as we did. I started begging Roscoe to give me the cum, wanting...needing him to shoot another load of cream deep in my pussy. When he did, I climaxed again and so did my masturbating husband. A fitting finale to another night with Pete's favorite hooker.

After Roscoe left, all Pete talked about was how sexy I looked with that big black dick buried in my pussy. He said there was nothing as arousing as watching a sexy white woman playing with a blackman's dick. He said he loved watching me suck it and watching me stroke it and play with it. And I grew to really love being his whore after that. Having always been willing, I became eager too. I started looking forward to those motel rooms and those strange black cocks. It's so much a part of my relationship with my husband, I don't think we could stop now even if we wanted to. "There's nothing like a big-dicked nigger to liven up a motel room," Pete used to say and I suppose he was right at least in our case. Nothing else livens up a motel room like that for me either.

I've been a black cock loving whore wife for eight years and the guys just keep on cumming. I must have fucked several hundred by now and all I can say is although I've been disappointed a few times, I've never been sorry. Interracial sex is the best thing that ever happened in my sex life. I enjoy being a respectable wife and mother in the daytime, and a black cock loving slut at night. Its the best of both worlds! Besides, whores get a bad rap nowadays anyway. Whoring is more fun than Disneyland when you do it right - WITH AND FOR YOUR HUSBAND!

He told me some psycho-babble about visiting porno shops when he was a teenager and how he got hooked on masturbating to explicit videos of blackmen fucking white women. Seems it was still a big turn on for him - a turn on he wanted to share with me! I didn't understand the share part. If he was going to watch and jerk off, the only sharing I could see was a black stranger between my legs sharing his stiff cock with my pussy. Besides, asking your wife to whore herself out to any horny young black stud you bring around takes a lot of face. Did Carl think I was a whore? Did he want to make me one? And if that wasn't enough, his preference for black guys really muddied up the water, at least for me.

I'm a Tennessee girl and I've heard everything people say about blacks,...every epithet, every prejudice, every taboo, every insult - everything. Despite growing up in a predominantly anti-black community, I never believed the things I heard. Most of the time, the people who acted so offensively were just afraid of being rejected by their own kind if they didn't reassure everyone that they were keeping the faith! It was socially acquired behavior for the most part. I never once came in contact with anyone who actually hated blacks. Most people just wanted to stay out of the middle. But, theirs hearts weren't in it no matter what words came out of their mouths.

The few blacks I did come in contact with seemed pretty much like everyone else. In fact, their "taboo" status made me and a lot of other white girls curious about those black guys. We'd heard all the teenage rumors about how big they were down there, and it was exciting the way they looked at me in the hall. They seemed to be touching me with their dark, hungry eyes and I couldn't help being titillated by that. Coming home from school one day, I met up with a black boy named Rafe Taylor in the woods. When I let him kiss me, I got so excited, I almost fainted. His lips were so soft and warm. They were large and full too, completely enveloping mine when we kissed. When he started with his tongue, I opened my mouth and let him. I was already wet between the legs when, still tonguing my mouth a mile a minute, he started touching my ass and my breasts at the same time.

If I hadn't been a virgin I might have given in that day. He really made me hot! But when he started rubbing his thick bulge against my legs and trying to get his hand down the front of my panties, I panicked. I broke free and ran out of the woods like the devil was behind me. Although I fingered myself to a lot wonderful orgasms fantasizing about what would have happened if I hadn't run away, I never got close to a black guy after that. I met and married Carl at junior college, we had a couple kids, Carl, Jr. and Mike, and we fucked like rabbits all the time. Then, two years ago he confessed his voyeuristic desires and his willingness to share everything with me. Even though he was only going to take pics and watch, Carl believed that "we", as a consenting couple, could have sex strange blackmen together - that we could share the experience of having sex with him and get off together just like we do when we're alone. It wouldn't be adultery, or whoring for strangers, or anything negative as long as we did it together. As long as we shared it!

I still didn't get it. How could he share in anything if somebody else was fucking me? I could share myself with the blackmen but where did my husband come in? And thats the way it is with sex. It hardly ever makes sense. But sometimes it feels so good, we all just keep doing it no matter what. And, thats what I did. I was curious about blacks, I fantasized about blacks and if my deranged husband wanted me to do it so bad, so be it!

And, to be honest, once I got past the arguements against doing it, I actually looked forward to it. I'd been itching for a blackman between my legs as long as I could remember, and the thought of it really happening made me wet all over.

Carl told me before we left for the motel rendezvous that he loved me more than anything and hoped I would celebrate, with him, the gift this strange black man was bringing into our lives. "Its sex the way it should be," he said, "Not to and from each other... WITH each other!" Then he told me how excited he was and asked me if I was ready to go. I rubbed his rigid stiffy thru his pants and told him not to worry, he was ready enough for both of us.

When we got to the motel, the jitters started. My stomach was full of butterflies and my knees were shaking. My heart was beating so fast, I hyperventilated a little and almost fainted. After what seemed like an hour, we slipped into a corner booth in the motel lounge and had a quick margarita. It helped calm me down but I was still quite nervous. I felt like everyone in the place knew what we were doing. Without knowing why, I turned to survey the entrance to the lounge just as Tyree walked in. He was dark chocolate, athletic, and sure of himself. He was slender and young enough he could have been one of the guys who flirted with me back in high school. He smiled as he approached, and suddenly I felt like I really was back in high school. The raw desire and carnal lust behind his eyes as he looked at me sent goosebumps up and down my spine.

Without acknowledging my husband at all, he slid into the booth beside, close so that our legs touched. "I'm Tyree" he said, proudly, "and you look good enough to eat!" I wasn't prepared for his forwardness and I blushed like a woman does when someone skips over protocol like that. Embarassed and redfaced, I excused myself and went to the ladies room, not only to gather myself but to give Tyree and my husband a chance to work out the details. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I took my time powdering my nose and purfuming myself. I wanted this first time to be perfect! When I rejoined them, my husband was already paying the check.

During the walk up to the room, whenever there wasn't anyone around to see him except Carl, Tyree kissed me. He did it again and again, pushing his strong tongue against my lips until I opened them and let him kiss me properly. He fondled my breasts and played with my ass all the way up to the room. It got so steamy in the elevator, I was ready to give it to him right there. I hadn't been that hot since my honeymoon.

We finally got to the room. Tyree keyed the door and followed me in, closing the door in my husband's face. Before I could protest, he put his finger to his lips - sushing me. He said my husband just wanted to watch so why didn't the two of us just enjoy one another and give him a show he'd never forget. Ignoring Carl's nervous knocking at the door, Tyree pulled me close, pressing his sizable erection against me. "I'm gonna make you mine tonight," he said, grabbing my ass and pressing me even tighter against his hardness. He kissed me lightly on the mouth, affectionately, then he turned and opened the door.

Carl was beside himself. Tyree feigned innocence due to excessive excitement and apologized for shutting him out in the hall. He said he had to pee too but that he got back to the door as quick as he could. Carl looked at me like he wanted to know why I hadn't opened the door, but he let it go. He told Tyree that I was a gift he wanted to share with him and he urged us both to celebrate one another while we had the chance. "Appreciate the gift!" I think he said.

Without boring you with all the details, let me just say that I did and I still do appreciate the gift. Before that night with Tyree, I had no idea how liberating whorishness can be. I gave all of it to him that night...all the prejudices, all the fantasies, all the the myths - everything. I fucked that young black boy like a bitch in heat. I sucked him and fucked and sucked him again until he couldn't cum anymore. My husband was so delighted and gratified by what he'd seen, he wanted more. He told Tyree he had some good speed and asked him if he wanted to get high. He did it because he didn't want to stop. He wanted Tyree to fuck me all night long. Tyree loved speed, so we all nosed up and Tyree fucked me almost non-stop for the next four hours.

I was aware of Carl moving around the room, masturbating as he watched Tyree stretch and pound my vagina again and again, but I never connected with my husband in any real sense the whole time. I was too busy climaxing. I've never been so sore or felt so totally fucked in my life as I did that night. Tyree was all the blackman fantasies I ever had. His dick was long and thick and filled me like I'd never been filled before. It was fucking for the sake of fucking! It was fucking because fucking feels good and it was fucking like I'd always wanted fucking to be. I gave him everything and I'll never forget the feeeling of him shooting off in my ass as the sun was rising outside that motel window. I don't know what it is about blackmen and ass fucking, but I liked it. I liked it alot!

In fact, I liked everything. That night was the first time I ever got an orgasm sucking a guy off. I had falleted my husband many times but never climaxed doing it. When Tyree's big cock exploded in my mouth, I swallowed his gushing semen like it was nectar from the gods, my whole body shaking with orgasmic delight. I climaxed when Tyree did, just like I climaxed everytime he did when he was fucking me, even in the ass. And its been like that ever since. I get wet just looking at black guys.

If Carl was offended at me for acting like a dick loving whore and giving Tyree all three of my holes, he never showed it. Quite the opposite. When we got home, all he could talk about was how sexy I looked and how hot it was watching Tyree fuck me! He told me the look on my face when Tyree first stuck his dick inside me made everything worth it. He said I looked like a little girl who just got what she wanted for Christmas! He was excited for me and aroused for me and happy for me all at the same time. He said he loved sticking that big, black dick in me and he wanted me to tell him how it felt, how hard it was, how much I liked it, etc. etc.

That went on for over a week. All he wanted to do was look at the pics of me and Tyree and fuck me while he talked about Tyree or some other blackman fucking me. It was weird in a way and, it still is, but Carl's appreciation for it was definitely genuine. Before I could even begin to feel guilty about fucking Tyree like a whore right in front of his eyes, Carl told me that watching me mate like that was the most exciting and gratifying sex we had ever had together. He said we had experienced plenty of good sex with one another but never together like that. He wanted me to do it again...with somebody else!

That was a little over two years ago and, we're still at it. It's like neither of us can get enough. No matter how many times we do it, we both get off like crazy everytime. Ours has to be the greatest sex life any couple ever had. Carl makes love to me but he can't really fuck me like I need to be fucked sometimes, because he loves me too much to relate to me like I'm just a piece of ass. So, he puts a strange man between us and lets him fuck me like that. Giving me what I need even when he doesn't have it himself is Carl's way of showing me how much he loves me and wants me to have it all. Like he says, "... its not the pussy that matters, or the fucking or the sucking - its the sharing of it that matters!"

Still confused? I was too, for the longest time. But then, out of the blue, I figured it out. I thought about it and thought about and finally it came to me. Carl was right was right about sharing. That is the key! The other man between us in the bed was our only conduit to each other. He was the only thing we could share.

I felt embarassed and ashamed for not realizing it sooner. The visiting black studs he enjoyed "sharing" me with were sexual gifts he wanted to share, like dildoes or vibrators . Black guys were his way of fucking me like he would fuck me if he looked like that...if he was hung like that...if he was black like that. Whenever I thought about the guys I was fucking as gifts from my husband, good manners required that I show my appreciation. You don't trash a gift or reject it or belittle it - you cherish it! When I thought about that way, it was easy for me be wanton and whorish with other men. The more you like a gift, the more you enjoy it, and, the better the person giving it to you feels about it. If I didn't let myself go and wallow in our sordid debauchery, I would not only disappointment myself, I would disappoint my husband. Who wants to watch a black man screwing his wife if his wife holds back and pretends not to like it? Gifts are meant to be enjoyed, praised, and cherished, and thats what I do. I'm like a little girl at Christmas when Carl brings someone home with him or arranges for us to meet someone at a motel. I'm ready to cum just thinking about it.

Of course, every husband is different. I'm sure there are a lot of husbands out there who "whore" their wives to assert their power or to degrade her and incapitate her will to resist. Many are abusive and most are ultimately destructive to the marriage. He doesn't know what he doing, ladies! Men seldom do. But you know exactly what he wants and you need to use that power to keep him from going off the deep end. Do it under circumstances and conditions that appeal to you. Arrange it in ways that excite you and turn you on without worrying about your husband. All he wants is for you to like it as much as he does. And, if you're anything like me, you like it on your own anyway. So give him what he wants but make him do it the way you like it. Then everybody's happy and the marriage will be stronger than ever before.

So stop being offended and doing all that unnecessary posturing. Grab that silver lining while you can. A husband who wants you in the arms of other men is as good as a husband gets. And being married insulates you from the censure you would get if you tried to fuck a bunch of different guys on your own. My husband's gift of unbridaled promiscuity for me without reprecussions is and has been the silver lining to end all silver linings. So instead of wondering why your husband wants to watch you with other men, just make sure you get to select the other men and control the action. Its a license to steal, ladies. It's what your husband wants anyway, so be a good wife and give him (and yourself) what he wants. Try it, girls. You won't be sorry. I'll guarantee it!

Her teen age husband, of course, was completely dazzled by my wife's beautiful body and her sexy outfit. Compared to his Anita, my wife was Britney Spears. She looked like everything sexy this kid Dennis had ever thought about and he was ready to cum just looking at her.

The strip game made Anita mad. The more clothing everyone lost, the sexier my wife looked and the fatter Anita looked. The instant hardon her husband got just looking at my nearly naked wife didn't do her confidence much good either. He was stiff as a board as he stared at my wife in her garters and stockings with see thru panties and no bra. The thought of fucking a woman as pretty and sexy as my wife really turned him on. He wasn't just hungry for her, he was starving. He wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life! I got tremendously aroused just watching how anxious and excited he was.

I was so excited, and eager to get on with it, I told him to take off my wife's panties and play with her pussy and ass. When he saw her pretty ass and touched her bare skin, he got so excited, I thought he was gonna cum in his pants. And his fingers roaming thru her pubic hair and teasing her clit had my wife's attention. She was as hot for the dick as he was to give it to her. I knew the time was right, so I told him to go ahead and fuck her! I told him to do her from behind like a dog, 'cause she liked that way. Delighted to have the go ahead, he quickly pulled out his cock. For a kid, a white kid at that, he had a nice big dick..., long and uncut, and as big around as a can of Pam cooking spray. No wonder my wife was so anxious to give him the pussy.

She helped him guide his stiff dick down under her wiggling ass and into the warm, wetness of her talented pussy. As her labias parted and his big tool slid easily into glovelike moistness of her tight vagina, she moaned her delight."yes, right there! ohhh yes ohhhh right there" she whispered, as he hammered his big dick into those secret places deep inside her where I can never reach. It was obvious that she was enjoying his rockhard cock as much as he was enjoying putting it to her.

Sensing Anita's jealousy and discomfort, I used my rockhard dick to keep her occupied while her husband was getting it on with my wife. I fucked Anita from behind so she could see her husband fucking my wife while I fucked her. I used a condom and never took my eyes off my wife and Dennis the whole time I was fucking her hippopotomus ass. To be fair though, she did have a surprisingly tight vagina and as long as I didn't look at her or think about her, it felt pretty good.

I wasn't thinking about anything except my wife and Dennis. I was enveloped in the machine gun SLAP SLAP SLAP sound of their bodies as he slammed his big dick all the way in as deep and as fast as he could. I watched him fucking my wife's pussy the whole time I had my dick in Anita. Thats what kept me hard! And, I may have had my dick in Anita's fat ass but it was watching her husband put his big cock in my wife that got me off.

Dennis had his hands on my wife's hips but he wasn't the one moving anymore. She was the one moving. She was rocking back and forth, fucking his big cock in and out of her tight pussy with increasing force until she finally got the whole thing inside her. Once his dick hit bottom and he knew he had it all in, Dennis started moving again, forcing my wife to remain still while he rammed his stiff cock in and out of her as fast as he could.

When he started to cum in my wife's pussy, I buried my own rod in Anita's hairy hole and dumped my load at the same time. Watching my wife quiver and shake as the youngster's big cock spurted hot cum deep inside her was so arousing, I got off in that fat cow Anita without her ever knowing that it was watching her husband dick my wife that caused me to ejaculate. I think Anita thought fucking her big ass was what did it for me but I didn't care. Whatever she thought, it didn't matter.

Dennis had gotten the pressure off with that first ejaculation, but he wasn't done by a longshot. He didn't even hear my suggestion that he take my wife back to the bedroom and fuck her again, he just pushed her down in the floor and started fucking her again right there. She spread her shapely legs wide, giving him total access to her pussy, which was still oozing cum from the first time he fucked her. She liked getting it from younger guys because their cocks got hard as steel and stayed hard like young Dennis' was. She was as every bit as hot for a second fucking as he was. Just realizing that my wife really wanted him to fuck her again gave me another hardon. I love it when I know she wants somebody else to fuck her like that. She so sexy when she's hot to trot!

With youthful enthusiasm and anxious awkwardness, Dennis missed his entry in his haste to get back inside her. But, no worries. My wife calmly grabbed his rigid cock and helped him find the right place. Once in, he buried it all the way to the nuts, eliciting an immediate orgasmic response from my now shaneless and fuck happy wife. "Oh my god" she moaned, her body taut and starting to flush. "What are you doing to me?" she asked as Dennis started hammering his big dick in and out of her pussy like before.

I don't know how to explain it but watching my beautiful redheaded wife climaxing with that kid's big dick buried inside her really fucked me up. I hardly ever get off that quick the second time. And her responsiveness must have given Dennis a lot of confidence because he started fucking her like a pro. I mean it. He was a horny, babyfaced kid when he arrived at our house, but when he fucked my wife that second time, he had become a newly annointed cock hound dick slinger of the first order.

He fucked my wife like a slinger too. She spread for him and clung to him, cuming and cuming as he pounded his cock into her over and over and over. It was so hot, I started jerking off again. Anita saw me and quickly replaced my hand with her lips. Talk about a trip. I set there watching that boy fuck my wife to a fare the well with his wife sucking my cock the whole time. It really blew my mind.

When Dennis shoved his cock all the way in my wife and started gasping, I knew he was shooting off again. For the second time in less than 30 minutes, I showered Anita with cum without really even seeing her. She swallowed my goo as best she could and smiled at me, proud that her sucking had caused me to ejaculate in her mouth. I told Anita it was really good, and she never suspected that I was referring to my wife's sex with her husband, not the blowjob she had just given me. She didn't know and I never told her. I saw no point in being mean.

That was pretty much all that happened because they split shortly after that. Breaking in the youngster pleased my wife very much but, after he was broken in, she wasn't nearly so hot for him anymore. And I was never really interested in Anita at all. So after a few courtesy promises to give them a call sometime, we called it a night and sent them on their way.

After they left, my wife asked me if I had fucked that ugly fat bitch. I told her not to worry about me and questioned her about her whorish appreciation of young Dennis's big dick. "You liked giving that kid the pussy, didn't you?" I teased. When she didn't say anything, I went on. "Well honey, you got me good this time," I told her. "I got stuck with some sweaty livestock and you got a big white dick that never got soft once. Luck of the draw, I guess. But why did you give him so much pussy? You let guys fuck you whether you like them or not, but you didn't let him fuck you. you gave him the pussy... and you kept giving it to him too. Why?"

She was blushing and embarassed but she didn't back down. "I gave it to him because he made me hot." she said. "He made me so hot, all I could think about was that hard cock of his. I wanted it in me so when he stuck it in me, I just gave him the pussy. I liked giving him the pussy. He made me cum just like you do" After a pause, she added, "Satisfied?"

I shook my hardening dick at her. "I'm about to be" I crowed happily as I jumped between her legs. We fucked the rest of the night teasing back and forth about young Dennis. He was just a pussy crazy kid but he was in the right pussy at the right time and he made my wife's day. (Mine too!)

Strip poker broke the ice. Like all guys he enjoyed taking a sexy woman's clothes off. And, if the woman was married and white, that made it even better. He especially liked taking off her bra and playing with her bare tits. He liked putting his hand inside her panties too. I liked watching him fingerfuck her pussy. I couldn't see anything but the fabric of her panty crotch moving around but just knowing what he was doing gave me an erection the size of a can of tennis balls! (I wish).

I think this guy resented me being there. He wasn't accustomed to having anybody watching when he fucked and he didn't know me well enough to really feel at ease. But, it was my wife he wanted to stick his black dick in so he was careful not to offend me openly. He controlled his hostility and even smiled at me every now and then.

As soon as my wife was stripped to down to just her panties, garters and hose, I dared her to hold his dick in her hand and suck it for 3 minutes. Well, once he got his black cock in her mouth, Rod took over. He sat beside her and made out with her on the sofa for awhile, feeling her titties and fingerfucking her pussy. I got some good photos of that action. Then he missionaried her right there on the sofa. I got a great shot of him sticking it in. She was already naked except for garters and hose, so he just spread her legs and stuck it in her - all the way in. I watched him push it deep and I heard my wife moan softly as he started fucking her with long, deep strokes. But the excitement and anticipation must have got the best of him because his speed increased and he started fucking her a mile a minute. Just when I thought he might be getting my wife hot for his black dick, he stiffened and shot off in her pussy.

We all got a drink and relaxed for a few minutes, then I asked Rod if he wanted to take my wife back into our bedroom and do anything he wanted to to her. He led her back to the bed and they started making out. He sucked her breasts and licked her nipples. She played with his big dick and even sucked it for a couple minutes before he decided he wanted some more of her tight, white pussy.

Instead of opening her legs, my wife rolled over onto her hands and knees with that big pretty ass of hers right in his face. "Like a dog..." she whispered, lowering her head submissively. In less than a heartbeat, Rod was up behind her, gripping her bare hips in his dark hands. She reached back between her legs, wiggling her ass as she grabbed his stiff black fuckpole and guided it thru her puffy labias into the spandex-like tightness of her magical vagina.

After several minutes of nonstop drilling, my wife got all flushed and started trembling. She looked like she couldn't breathe. Her body was rigid and quivering as he pounded her relentlessly, again and again. When she collapsed beneath him, he went right down with her and for a moment it looked like he was fucking her in the ass the way she was flat on her stomach with him pounding down between the cheeks of her ass like he was. At any rate, his cock slipped out and before he could get it back in, the mood was broken. My freshly fucked wife rolled out from beneath him and asked for a cold drink. I wanted to jerk off so we adjourned to the front room again. They sat together on the sofa again. With erection in hand, I watched them from across the room. Rod fondled her breasts and played with her pussy while I was getting us all a drink.

When I returned, I suggested the spare room as a good place for some more photos so we all went in there. Another bed, more making out, more fondling, more fingerfucking, more black dick sucking and more photos. Eventually he stopped pouting because he didn't get off with her in the main bedroom and decided to give it another try. He started off with standard missionary fucking and got aroused and got my sexy wife aroused too. He ended up with her in the buck in the middle of the bed. She was rolled up under him like a ball and his big dick was so far inside her, I couldn't see nothing but their pubic hair mashed together. Why did the thought of him fucking her in the ass arouse me so? I shot off all over the carpet as he longdicked her like every woman loves to be long dicked - all the way in and it stays all the way in.

He must have deposited his last load of jism directly into her womb and maybe even in her stomach. He was that far inside her. Although she did suck his black cock some, Rod was really about white pussy. He liked fucking white girls pussies, and that's exactly how he felt about fucking my wife too. He liked fucking her so much, he fucked her 3 times in less than an hour!

My over indulgent wife was pretty intoxicated and she didn't really get into it very much at first but, by the third time he fucked her, when he put her in the buck, she responded to him with whispers, kisses, and encouragement. She got off better that time than she did in our bedroom in her favorite position! She wasn't just letting him fuck her either. When he got her in the buck, instead of just letting him have the pussy, she started giving it to him. She wanted him doing her that last time. It was his black dick she wanted in her pussy at that moment - not anyone else's! And, when she got it all in the buck, like that, she found a tremendous orgasm she hadn't expected to find.

And then it was all over. As quickly as he arrived, Rod was gone and we never heard from him again. Still, we all got off on it so whats to regret? 3ways are never perfect and sex isn't always mind boggling. Rod had his moments and I remember every one of them. I think my wife remembers a couple of them too.

Swinging is what single black guys call it when they're getting some free white pussy. It is also what married white boys call it when they're watching a big dicked nigger fuck their wife. Calling it swinging takes a lot of sting out of what it really is and I think that's good. Swinging sounds like something fun to do (and it is fun to do).

Even though Herb was heavier than my wife really likes a guy to be, he was so sincere about wanting to find out about a 3some with a white woman, she decided to give him a go. We were both cranked up and horny at the time so we figured what the hell and gave him the go ahead.

Herb reserved a nice room at the local Best Western and we joined him there. He was a big guy. He looked like a football player in the offseason - solid and muscular but overweight. He said he was 212 lbs but he looked fatter than he did in the photo he sent us. I figure he was 250 lbs if he was an ounce. My wife wasn't too keen on doing anything with him at first either. She didn't want him laying on top of her.

We all smoked some grass and philosophized about swinging. I soapboxed about what it meant to us and how much we enjoyed sharing the experience with others and with one another. We hadn't been expecting much from this encounter to begin with and Herb's subdued approach and excess poundage did little to improve our expectations. When it seemed like there was no chance of any real chemistry developing between my wife and Herb, I decided to just make it a photo thing. Play Simon Says and take some photos for awhile and if nothing developed, we could just split.

As the talk became more explicit and suggestive, my wife and I ducked into the bathroom and nosed up. She wasn't very revved up about being intimate with Herb but the crank helped and she agreed to pose with him for some photos and see how it went.

When we came out of the bathroom, I suggested playing Simon Says to break the ice. Herb was really nervous and insecure. But like all guys, he liked the game. Since I was Simon and they both had to do whatever I said do, he didn't have to be agressive. He just did what I said. He loved what I told him to do to her and he loved what I told her to do to him even more. He liked me controlling the action and telling my wife and him what to do.

It was just your typical sex-with-a-stranger 3way after that. I Simoned'em both out of there clothes - him taking hers off and her taking his off. We all got naked (I took my own off), and I managed to get some pretty good photos in spite of Herb's girth. They would have been better if he had been bigger and his inability to really get hard forced me to be creative and use camera angles and pov's to make the photos titillating to others.

In addition, Herb was new to all this and wasn't confident enough to relax at first. His cock didn't match his body either. He was big and his dick was small...and only half hard. Usually guys take one look at my wife's titties and that traffic stopping ass of hers and they're raring to go, but Herb kept having problems and increasing my wife's reluctance to continue.

When he finally did get hard, my wife and I couldn't believe our eyes. We grinned, glad we waited long enough to see that. Fully hard, Herb's black dick must have been 3 or 4 times larger than it was when it was soft. It got so much bigger it seemed impossible for it to grow that much. My wife thought it was very interesting. She said his dick was like Pinnoccio's nose and she couldn't stop staring at it.

The metamorphosis was amazing. What had been short, stubby and childlike until then was now 7" long, thick as a polish sausage, and hard as $2 cold chisel! Talk about rising to the occasion. Man! Did fat-assed Herb ever!!! And, from the moment his pudgy black dick turned into a rockhard battering ram, my horny little wife became increasingly upbeat, sexy and playful. She didn't get the hots for him or anything but she did enjoy herself. She liked the way he sucked on her titties every chance he got. She also liked the way he licked and tongued her between her legs. But, what she really liked was the way he tongued her ass. It embarassed her but it made her really hot too. Nobody had ever done that to her before, not sticking their tongue in it like Herb did. She got extremely aroused and I knew she was going to let him fuck her after all.

When I said "Simon says "Suck Herb's big dick!," my wife kneeled in front of him immediately. She looked so delicate, and small and ghostly white, down on her knees with her bare breasts hanging out, and Herb standing up over her, like some Nubian gladiator, with his hands on his hips and his big, black dick sticking out in front of him like a telephone pole. Talk about erotic. I almost shot off right then.

And my suddenly very hot wife wasn't a bit shy. She started licking and sucking Herb's black dick like a popsicle. Up and down, her red lips wrapped around the shaft tightly, sucking for all she was worth. There's nothing more erotic than a sexy white woman sucking a black dick. The photos I took of her doing Herb are as sexy as any we have. But watching my wife suck his cock so energetically finally got to me. I shot a load off while she was doing it.

After a while, I ran out of film, my wife got bored with sucking Herb's dick, and he announced that he was ready to fuck her. He said he wanted to get his rocks off. His cock had already been hard for 30 minutes and it was still hard so my wife figured she better give him some pussy before he exploded. Personally, I think she wanted to take a ride on Pinnoccio's nose just to find out if it was a magical inside her pussy as it was when she first got it hard.

I wondered how she was going to handle all that weight but she had already figured it out. She got at the end of the bed on her back with her naked ass right at the edge. She raised her legs up in the air and Herb grasped her ankles. Then he just folded her legs down against her chest and his black dick slipped straight into her tight pussy like he had been fucking her all his life.

He fucked her standing up with his knees bent, supporting his own weight. He was really hot and really hard and he fucked her for a really long time. When he finally got off, it buckled his knees, and my wife was squealing and moaning so much, I knew she was cumming too. Not bad for a fat guy she didn't even want to fuck.

After that, we rounded up our stuff and headed for home. We told Herb he could call us again but we weren't sure we meant it. He was okay but not the sort of partner you want all the time. His Pinnoccio impression was memorable but if you've seen one puppet, you've seen'em all, right? Still, for a first timer, Herb wasn't all that bad. Oh, just one more thing. Herb must have shot a quart of cum inside my wife's pussy that night. It was still seeping out of her when we got home.

Sidney, ( he doesn't like being called "Sid"), was tall, medium build, a kind face, and genuine smile. We both liked him the minute we approached him on the street. He couldn't believe it at first and he hesitated. Considering how beautiful and sexy my wife is, our 'PARTIES-R-US' proposal probably did seem too good to be true, but we took a risk approaching him that way so he decided to take a risk too. He accepted the ride we offered and said partying with us sounded like fun. He was mourning a recent death in his family and he was pretty down in the dumps. I had a feeling some of my wife's white pussy would perk him right up. My baby was going to raise a lot more than his spirits.

During the ride to our house, we all talked and got acquianted. I remember him saying something about being related to pro basketball player Sam Cassell...(a cousin or something). I thought that NBA stuff was really cool. When we arrived at our home, we sat and talked, snorting cocaine and sipping red wine. Before we knew it, we were all laughing and playing strip poker like teenagers.

Removing my sexy wife's clothing cheered young Sidney up considerably. He was really impressed with her, "big white titties"as he called them. He sucked'em like a baby sucking on a pacifier and her nipples got so big it looked like they were gonna pop. He was also very impressed with "phat white ass" as he called it. My dick got hard as a $2 cold chisel watching his dark hands explore every inch of her beautiful white ass cheeks. He squeezed and fondled her big breasts and her bare ass with a boldness that made her and me both hot. She really likes confident guys who go right after what they want like that and my hardon was all the evidence she needed to know that I agreed with her.

The highlight of the evening came when I told my wife how much I wanted to see her go down on Sidney and urged her to suck on his black cock. I thought he was going to pass out when she wrapped her lips around his black dick and started sucking. I'm sure it made him weak all over to see this sexy, naked, big tittied, married white woman he barely knew sucking on his black dick with her husband watching and jerking off while she did it, but you couldn't tell it from the way he responded. He fucking loved it! He grabbed her bobbing head, guiding it up and down on his suddenly rockhard cock, telling her to "suck it, whitegirl - suck my black dick!" He was really turned on, fucking her lips like he would her pussy, hunching his hips and trying to put more of his dick into her mouth. He was snorting like an old plow horse and pulling at her head like he wanted to her to swallow that black dick whole. I was stroking like a wildman and getting close to an orgasm as I watched him face fucking my not only willing, but all too eager, wife. If she had not stopped sucking when she did, Sidney would have shot off right in her mouth. I almost shot off all over the floor anyway.

I wanted to cum really bad. I was as aroused and excited as I had ever been. I knew I could get off if he started fucking her so I asked him why he didn't just go ahead and fuck her like he wanted to. He thought that was an excellent idea. Before you could say "Jack Robinson", he was between my wife's legs pushing his big black salami into the hairy wetness between her soft white thighs. It was like slow motion watching that long black dick slide thru her parted labias and into the snug moistness of her glovelike vagina. Inch by inch, he pushed that big dick into her until she was squirming and rolling her ass like a mare in heat. When his heavy balls finally came to rest against the soft cheeks of her ass, he held his big dick buried all the way inside her and told her he loved white pussy. Then he started fucking his big dick in and out of her pussy so fast he could qualified for the Indy 500.

Not surprisingly, having his black dick in my wife's white pussy really improved Sidney's mood. He fucked my wife the way she likes it, too. Lots of kissing, and touching, and deep, full penetration. He fucked her tight pussy like he wanted his dick to go all the way through. And, he liked fucking her too. He liked it so much, he fucked her twice in a row without stopping. She loved how it felt when he had his whole dick buried inside her, and we all three climaxed several times, once together, at the same time. Xmas came early and often at our house that night for sure. It was magical!

My wife was glowing with satisfaction afterward, clinging to Sidney like a whore with her favorite black pimp! I think she really liked fucking him alot. She got off when he was fucking her, I know that. She almost swooned when he started shooting off inside her the second time. They snuggled together and cuddled like cozy young lovers for over an hour. Then, Sidney had to go. He didn't want to miss his bus.

During the ride to the bus station, he kept touching my wife and kissing her and telling her how marvelous it was. I think he wanted to fuck her again right there in the car. When we "reluctantly" dropped him off, he thanked us again and again - still unable to believe that something so good had actually happened to him. He was really blown away.

So were we. I got some terrific pictures. And I think my sexy little wife got herself fucked real good. She had this sassy, totally satisfied look on her face for several days afterward. She never did talk to me about how it felt to her or whether or not she really liked it or only pretended to, but I am certain she did like it. I may be dumb, sportsfans, but I recognize a freshly fucked fox when I see one.

My money's on: SHE DIDN'T JUST LIKE IT - SHE LOVED IT!!!!!! I'll also bet anybody that she will give Sidney some more of that good white pussy if she ever sees him again. She probably still looks for him on the street late at night. She's a sentimental kind of gal.

Everyone near us laughed when I stood up to get a better look because my pants were sticking way out in the front. My dick was as hard as a block of stone, and the nearby patrons thought it was very amusing! They started giggling and I sat right back down, embarassed and angry with myself for not realizing how hard my dick was before I stood up. Meanwhile, my wife, her hands still pressed against the dancer's crotch, unconsciously started rubbing and fondling his thick tool as he gyrated in front of her. It looked like a thick salami and she couldn't resist giving it a couple tentative squeezes as she tried to pull her hands away. A hefty, smiling blond haired woman sitting next to us held out a ten spot and told my wife to stick inside his loincloth. Freeing her hands and giving all of us a brief glimpse of his thick, uncircumsized black cock at the same time, she shoved the bill down the waistband of his loincloth and took her time finding the right spot to leave it. Showing me his black cock again as she withdrew her hand, she turned back toward me, her eyes bright and shiney with excitement. "Thanks for this" she whispered, kissing me long and hard. "And this too" she added, slipping her hand beneath the table to fondle my erection.

The black dancer's name was Brown Sugar and she thought he was really cute. We sat and talked about him, imaging how exciting it would be if he invited her to his dressing room backstage, or maybe followed us out to the parking lot and had his way with her in the backseat of the car. She played with my dick the whole time we were fantasizing about it and I had to stop her a couple times to keep from shooting off in my pants. She rubbed her leg against mine, encouraging me to touch her too as she told me how very, very hard his cock had been when she touched it. When my fingers found her clit, her pussy was soaking wet . She was as aroused and excited as I was. We fingered and fondled each other until we couldn't stand it anymore, then we left. I drove as fast as I could, eager to get home and fuck her brains out.

We fucked several times that night, talking about Brown Sugar and his huge black dick the whole time. She admitted thinking about sucking his cock right there in the club and told me how excited and whorish that made her feel. I admitted that seeing her fondling him excited the hell out of me, and, when I asked her if she wanted to fuck him, she said only if I wanted her to fuck him too. I told her I had often fantasized about her fucking a black guy and the that thinking about it really turned me on. I told her how much I wanted to watch her with a black guy, even admitting that I sometimes masturbated thinking about coming home unexpectedly and finding in the bed, naked, with a black man between her legs. As I shot off in her pussy for the last time that night, I told her nothing would please or excite me more than watching her have sex with a big dicked black man like Brown Sugar. After that one night, we kind of forgot about Brown Sugar and what happened at the club. Neither of us said anymore about it and we went on with our lives as if it had never happened . We went to a couple wife trading parties during the following summer, and even fucked other people a couple times, but we didn't do or see anything interracial at all.

Imagine my surprise (and delight, it turned out), when I came home early on my 34th birthday to find a note on the TV screen. It was my sexy wife's flourishing script and she had written me the following poem:

Happy Birthday, darling

On this your special day

If you want to see my gift to you

Get remote, push PLAY!

When I pushed play, I almost fainted on the spot. My wife was on TV. She was in her silkiest, sexiest lingerie and she was posing for someone who was taking her picture. I couldn't see the photographer but I could see the flash bulbs going off. My wife was as sexy looking as I had ever seen her and watching her cavort and perioette for the camera was delightful. She looked absolutely ravishing. The video or DVD or whatever it was had been taken in our own bedroom upstairs. I recognized the bed and the furniture immediately. I was wondering when she had done all this and who she had taking the pictures when the photographer walked into the frame and answered all my questions.

It was Brown Sugar, the guy from the strip club last winter. He was wearing the same revealing loincloth he had worn that night in the club and his big hard cock was trying to bust out the front of it. As he moved in close and put his arm around my scantily clad wife, she slipped her hand into his loincloth and looked right at the screen, at me. "Why don't you join us, birthday boy?" she asked coyly, pulling his muscular body against her as she kissed his thick, soft lips and offered him her tongue. My dick was hard as a steel spike and I wanted to join them more than anything. My wife had never looked better and the contrast of her white skin against the blackness of his lips and wandering hands made me tremble with anticipation. I fondled myself, wondering if he was going to fuck her and wondering if I going see that too. God, I hoped so. My dick had never been that hard in my life!

Then my wife looked right at the screen again, at me. "Are you coming?," she asked, as he cupped her panty covered ass cheeks with his dark hands and tried to suck her tongue out of her head. That's when it dawned on me. The show I was watching wasn't on vidoe tape! The VCR wasn't even on. The DVD wasn't on either. It was live! Brown Sugar and my wife were in our bedroom at that very moment and they were showing off for me on closed circuit television. I went to see if the video camera was still in the hall closet or upstairs, as I suspected it was. Thats when I saw the red ribbon on the stairs. I followed the ribbon to the top of the stairs and down the hall. It led straight into our bedroom and there was a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY sign on the door.

They were still tongue kissing and feeling each other up when I walked in. Bown Sugar had both of his dark hands inside my wife's panties, squeezing the sexy white mounds of her beautiful ass as he kissed her passionately. Trapped inside the loincloth and pressed between their bodies, his huge cock jerked and twitched against her soft abdomen. When my wife saw me, she dropped to her knees and started pulling on the velco strip that held his loincloth together. When it fell away, his black dick sprang up between his legs like a throbbing ebony club, swaying to and fro just inches from my wife's slightly parted and very red lips. "Suck it!" I heard myself saying as she leaned forward, planting kisses all over the thick shaft and bulbous head. When she opened her mouth and let his big dick slide between her lips, I moved closer, squeezing my own cock repeatedly. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I wanted to see her suck Brown Sugar's black dick more than anything. Watching her suck up and down the length of his stiff black rod was almost as good as getting sucked myself. I loved it when she gabbed my pants leg, pulling me closer until I was standing right next to him. "Emmm" she murmured, slurping his thick tool as she unzipped my pants and hauled my rigid boner out where she could get at it too.

Soon she had a cock in each hand - one white and average and the other big and black. When she started sucking us both, it didn't take a genius to see she was altertnating between him and me, allowing us both to watch her, not only when she sucked him, but when she sucked me too. Watching her do him was knee-buckling good. It really aroused me. But it felt just as good when she was sucking me. I still don't know which I liked the best. Sex never looks as exciting when you're doing it as it does when you're watching it, but that doesn't mean a warm wet mouth on your cock doesn't feel good. Watching generates feelings of intense pleasure, but fucking is feelings of intense pleasure! Nobody can really choose when both sides of an equation take you to the same pleasurable place like that. Like I said, I do, did, and always will like watching as much as doing, but I wouldn't stop fucking because of that. Like I said, I like it both ways!

Sugar made delightful little sounds when my wife was sucking on his cock and, whenever she switched over and started sucking me, he played with himself and urged her to "suck it, baby - suck it good." Neither of us was really prepared when started to ejaculate. He didn't warn her or give any indication that he was about to cum, he just stiffened up and let go. Caught totally by surprise and on the down stroke, she gagged and started to choke with the first spurt. When she pulled her mouth away from his exploding cock, his gooey semen landed all over her face and down her tits. "Oh baby don't stop! don't stop" he pleaded as he pulled at her head, trying to get his dick back in her mouth. When she cleared her throat and swallowed the cum blocking her throat, my wife immediately took his black dick back into her mouth, licking the thick stalk like an ice cream cone as she gathered up all the sticky tendrils of semen still clinging to it.

I was so hot I felt like I would die if I didn't fuck her right then so I mounted her doggie style while Brown Sugar's black dick was still splattering her with cum. Like a welcoming beacon her tight pussy opened up and guided my dick in. She kept right on sucking Mr. Sugar's big cock while I hammered my dick in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as I could. His dick was just starting to get hard again when I stiffened and shot my load deep into her pussy. Almost before I was finished, he pulled her down beside him and turned her over as easily as if she was weightless. When she hesitated, he forced her shapely legs apart and set himself between them. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you at the club" he admitted as he pushed the swollen tip of his cock against her labias and up into the warmth of her snug and freshly fucked vagina. His rigid ebony cock was so much bigger and thicker than mine that he had trouble getting it in even though her pussy was still soaked with my semen. \par I never saw my wife's pussy so stretched and full of cock before. I don't know how she took all that dick. Her labias were as taut as rubber bands around a newspaper and her pussy made obscene sucking sounds as his big dick plunged in and out of her. It was fucking like the fucking you imagine when you're fantasizing about a black man fucking your wife. It was so real and so exciting, it felt like I was fucking her myself.

I started stroking my re-energized cock slowly as I watched him pin her legs up over her shoulders and bury his huge dick all the way to the balls. "here it comes, baby" he grunted as his balls exploded and he pumped another load of sticky semen\tab into the depths of her overstuffed and thoroughly fucked pussy, She shuddered with every spurt, trembling and moaning deep in her throat as she came and came and came. When he finally relaxed and stopped spurting, Brown Sugar collapsed between her legs. He just laid there panting with his deflating cock still buried inside her. Thick white tendrils of sticky semen oozed out of her elongated pussy, dripping down his balls and forming a small puddle beneath her upraised ass. Finally she had to push him off of her so she could breathe. They were both covered with sweat.

We were hungry so I went to a local Chinese place for some take out, leaving them alone. He was fucking her again when I got back. I had left the closed circuit TV monitor on earlier and it was still on, so I saw them as soon as I opened the door. He was behind her, fucking her like a dog. He could see her lovely white ass and his thick cock burrowing into her tight pussy beneath it. Full cheeked and firm, her buttocks jiggled and shook with the impact of his frenzied thrusting. He was really socking it to her. I didn't know whether to race upstairs or watch it from where I was. My dick was so hard the cat couldn't scratch it, so I sat the take-out down and started to play with it as Mr. Sugar enlarged my wife's white pussy for the second time in less than an hour. Why is watching your wife with another man so damn arousing? And why does it get even more arousing when the guy fucking her is black? Is it just the contrast of black and white skin, or the excitement of doing a forbidden thing, or is it just a sexy manifestation of a man's appreciation for visual stimuli. Whatever it was/is, I've got it bad. I'd rather watch her ride a black cock than eat when I'm hungry!

He was shooting off in her again as I wiped my own dick off and put it back in my pants. \par She was babbling, "fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!" and writhing under him like a bitch in heat as I gathered up the take out and headed for the stairs. He was just pulling his dick out of her when I got to the bedroom. My insatiable little cock lurched with titillation when I saw his cum dripping from her gaping labias. She hurried into the bathroom to freshen up while I got plates and utensils for the food. We all ate like pigs, downing the rice and noodles like Shanghai laborers after a hard day. None of us had ever felt so gratified and happy to be alive.

Sugar fucked my wife one more time while I was taking a shower. Actually, I just turned on the water and peeked out the door to see what he would do without me in the room. He didn't disappointment me. As soon as he heard the water running, he walked over beside the bed where she lay resting and dangled his black dick in her face. "Suck it, baby" he urged, "I wanna fuck your sweet white pussy one more time before I go!" I got a grip on my hardon and started stroking as she opened her mouth and let his push his dick between her ovaled lips. As she sucked him, his big cock stiffened and he held her face in his hands so she couldn't move her head at all. "Lay still, baby. Let me fuck your face a little!" he whispered, as he started rocking his hips gently. His dark cock slid in and out of her mouth like it was her pussy. She couldn't move her head so she just laid there and let him do it, licking and sucking his big dick with her tongue everytime he pushed it into her mouth. Just when I thought for sure he was going to cum in her mouth, I started to cum myself, splattering the bathroom door and the tiles beneath with spurt after spurt of pent up jism. Trouble was, Sugar didn't cum like I thought he would. Instead he pulled his black dick out of her sucking mouth with an audible "pop" and told her he wanted her to do him this time.

He spread out on his back in the middle of the bed. His tireless black dick was standing straight up like a flagpole and when she straddled him, he helped her guide it into her waiting pussyhole. As if she knew I'd be watching, my wife lowered herself down on his black dick ever so slowly, taking it into her pussy inch by inch until his heavy balls were bumping against the unblemished cheeks of her pretty white ass. Once it was all the way in, she started to rock her hips up and down atop him, causing his cock to slide back and forth in her snug vagina. Boy - that was sexy! I watched his black rod appear and disappear between her legs as she impaled herself repeatedly and talked dirty to him at the same time. "Boy, you've got a big cock!" she moaned with whorish enthusiasm. "There's only two kinds of black cocks" he told her. "Big old good'uns and good old big'uns." It was like a switch clicked on in my wife's head and her sexy ass was just a blur and she pounded herself down on his black cock like a woman possessed. She told him he had a big old good one and she wanted him to shoot cum in her pussy one more time. "I love it when a big black dick starts shooting off inside of me" she continued, obviously trying to trigger his orgasm with her naughty comments.

It worked too. Before I even got close to another climax, that sexy blackman buried his big dick in her pussy one final time, cumming so much that it oozed out around his buried cock and dribbled down his hairy balls as she writhed and gyrated atop him. Her climax was so marvelously stupifying that she lost her rhythm and almost fell off of him right in the middle of everything. Fortunately, his cock didn't slip out and she righted herself in time to take his entire load in her spasming pussy without losing any except what oozed out after he was finished. When she stopped quivering and shaking, she rolled off of him, flushed, breathless and totally satisfied. It was the best continuous fucking I ever saw. Nobody had ever fucked my wife like that stripper did. He was Brown Sugar for sure.

After he left, in between fucks, my exhausted wife told me she got the idea about fucking him on my birthday that night at the strip club. She went back a week or so after we went the first time and he danced for her again. This time when he put her hands against his loincloth, she fondled it openly to the point of opening the velcro flap and pulling it out for everyone to see. When those around her began urging her to SUCK IT, she stopped playing with it and tried to put it back in his loincloth. A hefty blond brushed her aside and grabbed Brown Sugar's stiff chocolate stick herself. When her girlfriends told her to suck it, she did. And she kept right on sucking it until a security guy told her it wasn't allowed. She said it surprised her when he came out to her table after he finished his number. They talked and flirted and teased for an hour before he finally agreed to help her surprise me on my birthday. "And that" she said, "is how I got Brown Sugar to come to our house and do what we all wanted him to do the first time we saw him that night at the strip club."

I can't speak for anyone else but in my case, fantasies do come true! Mine did and we've been re-living it with alarming regularity ever since. Black guys are a big part of our sex lives now, and even though she's in her 40's, my wife's still got'em lined up around the block waiting to fuck her. Maybe if we live long enough she can fuck'em all, huh? Probably not but its still fun to watch her try. There's nothing like reliving your fantasy everyday of the week!

Turns out, Charlie thought she was cute too. He liked her so much, he got our number from Harold and called us up. He said Harold had filled him in about our fondness for blackman 3 ways and he wanted to know if he could hook up with us sometime. Before we decided to do it, we made him promise to stay sober and when he asked if liked cocaine, that sealed the deal. With him bringing the black dick and the coke, how could we say no?

He came to visit us on Sunday afternoon. Despite his promise, he had been drinking, but he wasn't wasted and the coke perked him, and us, right up. He was nervous and awkward at first but he really wanted to fuck her. I could see it in his eyes. He was looking at her big tits and her shapely legs and that wide, pretty ass of hers like a starving man looking at a couple Big Macs.

Playing strip poker made it easier for him to relax and get into, if you'll pardon the pun, the swing of things. After my wife lost a few hands, she dropped her bra and showed him her nice big 36c titties. His eyes bugged out and he licked his lips in anticipation. My wife and I both saw his cock starting to stiffen up inside his pants. When she was stripped down to her panties, garters and hose, Charlie got aggressive and took over the game. He felt her up thoroughly and sucked her titties awhile. Then he went down on her for a long time, tonguing her pussy and licking her clit until she quivered and shook with a series of intense and extremely pleasurable climaxes.

The photos I took were not spectacular but his enthusiasm and the perpetual hardon he had the entire time made it interesting and, at times, very arousing. Charlie really liked fucking her sidesaddle so he could see himself getting the pussy. That's the way he fucked her the first time, and I could see his black dick sliding in and out of her everytime he moved it.

Even though he was mid thirties, Charlie was still athletically muscular and in good shape. His skin was really dark and his dick was really big! He kept telling me how good my wife's white pussy was while he was fucking her. I think the black/white part of it excited him as much as it excited us. He liked watching his black cock sink into her hot white pussy as much as I did. He slid it in real slow until he got it all in, then he pulled it back until it was almost out of her before he rammed it back in her again. He looked at me the whole time like he was making sure I was watching, making sure I could see his black dick all up in my wife's pussy. He even said "Watch this" a couple times when he rammed it all the way in.

We both liked the way he fucked her so slow and so deep. Most guys are so excited the first time they fuck her, they hump like a house afire and cum before they really get started, but not Charlie. He was a football player and he didn't ever run to daylight until the hole opened. He waited until she was squirming in his arms and begging him to fuck her harder before he flipped her over on her back and started pounding it to her missionary style.

They both must have really liked man-on-top. She started cumming again almost immediately and he started telling her he was gonna fill her belly full of hot black cum. His black ass was blur between her legs and the steady slap as their bodied slammed together was as exciting as any sound I had ever heard. Charlie's nostrils were flared and his breathing was labored as he stiffened atop her and wdged his big cock as far inside her as it would go. As he ejaculated inside her, she responded with another big climax of her own. As he shot off deep inside her, he told her over and over that he was cumming. Its was HOT and I shot off all over the rug just watching those two go at it.

After regaining control of their breathing and other bodily functions, Charlie and my wife did a couple lines of that good vitamin C to re-energize themselves. They both seemed to be very satisfied with themselves. Before he fucked her again, Charlie told us a few football stories from his college days. He was really a nice guy and his dick had obviously pleased my wife a lot because she kept a hand on it the whole time he was talking.

Needless to say, inspite of the football memories and his recent ejaculation, Charlie's ACC cock got as hard as a rock in my wife's capable hands. The way she was squeezing and fondling his thick cock and stroking it up and down, it looked like she was giving him a hand job. For some reason looking at it that way really excited me. She looked as sexy as I ever saw her sitting there playting with Charlie's big black dick like it was her favorite toy. I got so excited thinking about her sucking it, I was playing with myself before she even started.

It wasn't her usual foreplay kind of sucking. She was intense and focused, the way she is when she wants to swallow some cum. I had seen her suck black dick before but that Sunday afternoon, she wasn't just sucking a black football player's big dick, she was blowing him! Just the thought of his big cock exploding in her mouth pushed me over the edge and I couldn't help ejeculating as I watched her try to swallow every inch of Charlie's dark rod.

Charlie wanted to fuck her again but he let her have her way. He sighed and laid back, letting her suck to her heart's content. "Nothing like a sexy white woman on her knees with my big dick in her mouth" he said, putting his hands on either side of her face as she continued to suck up and down the length of his ebony fuckpole. When he started cumming, Charlie held her head in place, forcing her stay all the way down on his spurting cock. "Suck it, baby! Swallow that cum!" he urged, pumping blast after blast of his hot, sticky semen into her mouth and down her throat.

If the lord made anything sexier than a white woman sucking cum out of a black dick, he must have kept it for himself because watching my wife suck off black guys is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And watching that all conference tailback get his black hose drained by my own wife in my own house was the stuff voyeur legends are made of.

After he recuperated from getting his dick sucked, Charlie wanted to fuck my wife one last time before he left, in my bedroom in my bed. As if fucking her in the livingroom and cumming in her mouth wasn't enough of a thrill for him. My wife got up with him, letting me stare at her naked ass as she followed him down the hall to our bedroom. I didn't even go in. I just watched through the door as he spread her out on the bed and started longdicking her again.

He musta fucked her non-stop for 20 minutes. She came a couple times and I got off once myself, but he just kept fucking that big dick in and out of her like a man possessed. She was complaining that her pussy was getting sore when he finally stuck it all the way in and showered her pussy with yet another stream of thick gooey cum.

After he left, cum was still oozing out of her pussy and she kept teasing me about it, making remarks about all that black cum that was still inside her and asking me for tissues. I fucked the shit out of her after he was gone too. And I teased her right back. I kept calling Charlie "Mr. Socki with the big, black Cocki." I know my wife liked him more than she admitted, probably because he ignored me most of the time and really paid a lot of attention to her. She told me why she liked fucking football players that day too. "They're always trying to score a touchdown and the good ones never fumble the ball," she giggled, reaching for my abused and completely limp cock for the 50th time.

Charlie stopped by one other time but he didn't act like he wanted to fuck her at all that day. He got her to give him another one of those cum swallowing blow jobs, then he made some excuse and left almost as soon as she was finished. It hurt her feelings and we never partied with Charlie anymore after that. Its too bad he was so insensitive. My wife might still be fucking his black ass today if he hadn't taken her for granted!

There was this one 18 wheeler that didn't pass us, at least not completely. He slowed his truck down and stayed right beside our car for a couple miles. I know he was looking in the backseat just like I was. His window was right over our rear door and he could see everything they were doing back there. I bet he was squeezing a hard on as big as mine as he watched my half naked, irresistably sexy wife go down on our passenger in the backseat. It was really sexy. She sucked his big dick like the whore she pretended to be when we were out getting some strange, sliding her tightly ovaled lips up and down the entire length of the shaft as fast as she could. Her bobbing head caused her skirt to ride up over her ass in the back and with her ass pointed right at the back window on that side, the truck driver got a great view. Her big pretty naked white ass gleamed in the moonlight and when I flipped on the interior lights, I could see every thing clear as day. The truck swerved when I turned the interior lights on. I guess the sight of my wife's naked ass waving in the air while she was sucking that black dick startled the trucker. It pleased me to think that anyway.

After a couple hot and heavy minutes back there, she stopped sucking his cock and they started taking off each other's clothes. The guy mumbled something about that damn truck so I accelerated away from the truck and started looking for a place to pull over so I wouldn't wreck the car trying to drive and watch them at the same time. The trucker tried to keep pace at first, then just saluted us with an air horn blast as we pulled away in the darkness.

I found a narrow access road connecting the divided interstate lanes and parked the car in the middle behind some bushes. I turned off the headlights but I left the interiors on so I could see inside the car. I played with my dick and watched in breathlessly delight as the black guy spread my wife out in the backseat and starting fucking her right there in the car. I remember watching him bury his dark cock in her tight little pussy again and again. I remember her cumming repeatedly as she told me how good his big dick felt inside her.

I liked watching him fuck her like that. I jerked off - twice! When he first stuck it in her, I shot off all over the dashboard and then when he was ejaculating inside her, I shot off again. There was cum all over the place in the front seat but I didn't care. When it feels as good as that, all is right with the world no matter how messy the car is.

Right after he finished pumping her pussy full of thick, sticky sperm, the black guy told my wife he wanted to go back to his car. He had me and her both hot and horny and ready to go all night so we were really disappointed when he decided to split. I don't know if the thing with the truck upset him or what, but he insisted that he had to go. When we dropped him off at his car, he said something about getting together again when he had more time but we weren't impressed. If you don't want it when it's right there in front of you, you seldom get another chance with us.

We were so disappointed that, after we ditched him, we went back out on the interstate to see if we could find somebody at the reststop who wanted to party. We both wanted to fuck some more. The first guy had really fired us up, especially my wife. She wanted another big black cock to play with and she wasn't taking no for an answer. Oddly enough, we found one in a way we would never have thought of in a million years.

When we pulled into the Northbound reststop, it was pretty crowded. We had to park on the truck side just to get a space. We walked around for awhile with her shaking her ass and sticking out her tits. When a couple guys started hitting on her, I moseyed on back to the parking area. I slipped into the driver's seat and turned on the radio while I waited, expecting her to pick somebody up and bring them back to the car.

In a matter of seconds, somebody tapped on the window. He had a vaguely familar face but I didn't know who he was or what he wanted. I rolled down the window and he told me he remembered my license number from before. Then, staring in the car at the empty backseat, he grinned, and asked me where that half naked woman and her black friend were.

I knew who he was then. He was the same trucker who eavesdropped when we were 3waying on the highway earlier. He asked me if she was my wife, girlfriend or what. When I told him she was my wife, he smiled again and said he thought so. Then he told me that watching her suck that black dick was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. He said his dick had been hard ever since. I asked if he was interested in fucking her himself. He said he wanted to fuck her the minute he saw her in the backseat but if it was all the same to me, he said he'd rather watch his friends fuck her first. I asked him who his friends were, what color they were and how big their cocks were.

He said, his friends, Calvin and Eddie were both black, both truckers, and both had cocks as big as the one he had seen my wife sucking earlier. When I asked where his friends were, he indicated the truck parked next to his across the lot. I asked him why he wanted them to fuck her first and he said he liked to watch same as me. In fact, he had watched Calvin and Eddie fuck a truckstop waitress in their truck one other time. When he assured me that I could them fuck her too, I agreed to ask my wife about it when she returned. "Just bring her over to the truck later if you're interested" he concluded, sauntering back to his truck with a hardon as big and stiff as my own.

After I smoked a couple more cigarettes without seeing her anywhere, I decided to go find out what was keeping my wife. She was standing with two blackmen by the vending machines and she got really excited when she saw me. She waved me over and told me she wanted me to meet Calvin and Eddie. "They're truckers!" she giggled, animating her clevage, causing her ample busoms to jiggle enticingly. Could it possibly be the same guys? I wondered as I shook their hands.

It was awkward and nobody really knew what to say at first so, after awhile, they excused themselves to visit the bathroom, promising to "be right back." When I told my wife about the trucker who peeped at her earlier, and his offer about his two black friends, she grinned and told me she liked the two guys we were already talking to. She said they both wanted her and she thought they'd be willing to share her and let me watch too if that's what it took to get in her pants. I told her her two guys and the trucker's two guys were the same two guys! She couldn't believe it. We decided us partying with them must have been meant to be somehow. All roads led them to us and us to them.

When they returned, Vern (the white trucker I had talked to) was with them. He was pleased that we had found his friends and he immediately suggested the four of us oughtta get up in his truck and drink a little wine and smoke a little weed. I told them to go ahead and we would follow after a bit, but my wife was already cutting across the grass toward the parked trucks. "What are we waiting for?" she giggled, undulating her hips as she walked. How could we not follow that beautiful ass.

When we got to the truck, Vern opened the door. He helped my wife climb in first, making sure he and his buddies got a good look at her exposed buttocks as she climbed up. Her short skirt didn't hide anything. I (they) could see both cheeks of her ass and her hairy pussy thru her sheer pantyhose. "Looking good!" Calvin said, climbing in after her. Eddie followed, then me and finally Vern.

It was a big truck but not big enough for five people. We were all standing up, waiting for Vern to assign seats. He got behind the wheel and told me to sit in the passenger seat. "Those three can sit on the sleeper," he said, pulling apart the curtains behind the seats, revealing the narrow bed where he slept when he was on the road. My wife sat in the middle with Eddie and Calvin on either side. I took a couple hits off Vern's joint and passed it to Eddie. My wife started drinking some wine they had in a bottle and we all sat around laughing and joking and getting a buzz.

After about ten minutes, Vern asked my wife to show us all her titties. She looked at me, then down at the bulge in my pants. Then she unsnapped her pullover and tossed it aside. Calvin helped her with her underwire half bra, whistling softly as her bare breasts tumbled out where we all could see them. I couldn't help adjusting my pants to accommodate the big, hard cock trying to burst out of them. I can't begin to describe how excited I was seeing her with her titties hanging out in front of those three horny truckers. Suddenly black hands were everywhere, cupping and fondling her breasts and tugging at her skimpy skirt.

Vern unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He started stroking it to full hardness as he watched Eddie and Calvin take off her skirt. She might as well have been naked because her pantyhose didn't hide anything from their hungry eyes. Calvin tried to pull her pantyhose down but she stopped him. "I want to see, too!" she said, squeezing their hard cocks thru the material of their pants.

The two blackmen quickly lowered their pants and pulled out two of the biggest, blackest cocks I'd ever seen. She didn't know which one of those black dicks to grab first so my wife grabbed them both, one in each hand. I was on the verge of ejaculation watching her stroke those two hard cocks at the same time. Calvin and Eddie's hands were touching her everywhere and things were quickly getting out of hand. "Do it, baby" Vern urged, stroking his rigid penis up and down as he watched her lean to one side and take Eddie's stiff tool into her mouth.

There's nothing as sexy as my wife sucking a black dick and the sight of her sucking two of them at once was just too arousing for me to control my myself any longer. As embarassing as it was to cum so prematurely, I couldn't help it. I jerked faster and faster as I urged my wife to "suck it! suck it good!" Then without warning, I ejaculated all over myself and the floor of the truck.

Seeing me get off, fired everybody up. Vern was still stroking his cock up and down as he urged his two buddies to go ahead and fuck her. Even though they were both delighted with her oral skills, Eddie and Calvin thought Vern's desire to see them fuck her was a good idea. They turned her sideways and laid her down in the sleeper bed. By the time her back hit the mattress, Calvin was between her legs, ready to stick her. His thick black dick looked like an ebony axe handle as he put it against the pink softness of her moist labias.

"Ohhhh Fuck that white pussy!" Vern groaned, as he ejaculated. Cum was spurting out of his dick at the same moment Calvin was sliding his big cock between her labias and deep into my wife's tight vagina. She laid very still as he worked it deeper into her and loosened her pussy up. Once it was all the way in her and she could feel his dark balls touching the crack of her ass, my wife started to move under him. "Fuck me, you big dicked black bastard" she moaned, arching her hips and lifting her ass up off the bed. "Just take my pussy! Fuck me like a whore!" she shrieked, raking him with her fingernails and curling her legs tightly around his thrusting torso.

The steady "slap slap slap" of their bodies colliding had me and Vern both hard again. Calvin was really ramming it to her good, long penetrating strokes and the excitement got to him too! Before he knew what was happening, he was all the way in her, cumming like a river. As exciting as Calvin fucking her was, it was even more exciting with Eddie sitting there feeling her up and stroking his cock, waiting for his turn.

When Calvin finally stopped shooting off, he reluctantly pulled his dick out of her pussy and moved aside so his friend could get at her. Eddie wanted to fuck her doggie style (her favorite) so she got up on her hands and knees immediately. I've never seen her so totally aroused and into it in my life. She wanted that black dick now. She was ready to fuck all night if they wanted to.

Eddie leaned forward behind her and buried his face between the rounded cheeks of her ass. "I love white pussy!" he groaned, licking her puckered anus as he continued to squeeze and fondle her sexy rear end. "Fuck her, Eddie" Vern urged. "Fuck her like a dog!" He was stroking his dick again, obviously still very much turned on.

Eddie entered her from behind and I knew from her agonized moan that he was even thicker and longer than Calvin had been. Everytime he pushed it further in, she moved forward away from the stretching discomfort of his huge tool. Her head was poking thru the curtains and the look of glazed gratification on her face as he fucked her was as sexy as anything I ever saw.

It must have been as sexy as anything Vern ever saw too because he stood up and slipped behind the seat next to the bed. His big cock stuck out like a flagpole as he grabbed my wife's hair and forced her head down to his crotch. "Suck it, bitch" he grunted, holding her head as he forced his cock into her mouth. "Suck my dick while Eddie's fucking you, you black cock whore" he snarled as he thrust his dick between her lips with short quick little strokes, obviously preparing to shoot off in her mouth.

Eddie was so excited, he was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, driving his black cock all the way in with every stroke. His thursting kept pushing her head forward and drove Vern's cock deeper into her mouth and throat. I was so turned on I was masturbating as fast as Eddie was fucking her pussy. "Get that cum! Get that cum!" Vern urged as he trembled and started ejaculating. She swallowed his cum like it was soda pop, draining his big cock completely while she continued to push her ass back on the throbbing black cock Eddie kept driving into her from behind. Vern's dick slipped out of her mouth just as Eddie stiffened behind her and shot his own juice deep into her glovelike pussy.

I thought I was going to miss my orgasm but when Eddie started shooting off inisde her, my wife climaxed like I had rarely seen her climax before. Her eyes rolled back, her skin flushed a bright pink, and she quivered and jerked like an epilectic having a seizure. "Fuck me, nigger" she squealed, Fuck my white pussy good!" Her climax sent me over the edge again and I shot another load of cum off in the floorboard.

We all settled down, had a few drinks of the wine, and caught our breath. Eddie and Calvin cuddled my wife with praise, telling her how good it was and how sexy she was and how hot she was and how good her white pussy was, etc. etc. Vern and me went inside to take a leak, leaving my wife and the two blacks together in the truck. I was anxious to get back to the truck in case they started doing it again, but Vern convinced me to wait. "In a few minutes, they'll be fucking her again" he said. "I like walking up and seeing her with a dick already in her, don't you?" he asked, like that explained everything. But I did (do) like walking in on her when she's already fucking so I agreed to wait like he said. Boy am I glad I did.

When we went back to the truck, they weren't fucking but they were getting ready to. My wife was still completely naked, lying on her stomach with Eddie holding her wrists down and Calvin finger fucking her anus with two fingers. She was moaning like a bitch in heat and it was obvious Calvin was getting ready to fuck her in the ass. I had only seen her get ass fucked a couple times, and never by a black guy so my dick was harder than Vern's and Calvin's put together.

We all held our breath when he pushed his black dick up against her backdoor. Eddie held her wrists so she couldn't pull away as Calvin pushed his big dick into her hot anus. She whimpered and moaned as he inched it in, but she didn't tell him to stop. In fact, she wiggled her hips and moved her ass in an effort to help him get it all the way in her. Her stretched sphincter was as big around as a soda can and his black cock filled her ass like it had never been filled before. She moaned everytime he moved it and when he got the whole thing in her ass and started butt fucking her, she went absolutely ape shit.

It was like his black dick turned her cum switch on and nothing but his cum in her ass could turn it off. She orgasmed repeatedly, quivering beneath him like a rag doll, cumming with every penetration. "Cum in my ass" she panted, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck it, ohhh fuck it....fuck it...fuck it!" I don't know if Calvin ejaculated first or Vern did, but whichever one did, it triggered the other one and both of them were cumming at once. As Calvin's sticky cum erupted deep in her rectum, Vern's third orgasm splashed against neck and trickled down her back as she quivered and shook beneath them. It was the best ass fucking I ever saw, and my wife liked it more than she had ever liked it before. She came and came and came until she finally collapsed under him, completely exhausted and totally satisfied.

Although Eddie wanted to fuck her in the ass too, she was just too sore and too tired to do anymore so we said goodbye to our new trucker friends and made our way back home. After sleeping several hours, we awoke to find ourselves horny and anxious to have sex again. We fucked almost non-stop for the next three days, like rabbits in heat. And everytime we fucked all we thought about or talked about was those two black guys fucking her. We were especially susceptable to thoughts about Calvin fucking her in the ass. Somehow, that was the sexiest thing that happened and everytime we thought about it, we got off all over again.

Nowadays, of course, she takes it in the ass as often as she takes it in the pussy or the mouth - sometimes all three places at the same time. She's a black dick loving slut 24 hours a day now and we've never been happier. I'm not sure which of us likes her fucking blacks more, but it doesn't really matter. The bottom line is we both like it and we both get off on it together. Like my daddy used to say, "If it feels good - DO IT!!!!!!