Except for a couple nocturnal fantasies about myself and the lady in white, I forgot all about her and I wasn't prepared to run into her again the day I did. In fact, in the beginning I wasn't sure it was her.I was at the mall CVS getting a prescription filled, when a pair of skin tight jeans caught my eye. Even tho the woman wearing the jeans was white, I followed, somehow certain I'd seen that walk before. Just as I was catching the smell of that same perfume (white diamonds, I think), she turned and I saw her face. She smiled and her whole face lit up. She had the best teeth of anyone I ever saw. They were perfect. "Hello again? Did you find it?" she asked, staring at me with those sexy green bedroom eyes. "Find what?" I asked at the very same moment I relized what she was talking about. "The right cucumber" she cooed, wetting her slightly parted lips with a slithering pink tongue as she held me with her eyes...eyes I couldn't look away from. Eyes so deep I couldn't see anything but all that shimmering green.

With no way to conceal the hardon I was getting as we talked, and angry about her catching me off guard again, I pushed my hips forward, exposing the tented front of my trousers and replied, "Miss White Lady, I couldn't find the right one because I already got the right one." Then, hoping to embarass her the way she embarassed me, I gripped my growing erection thru my trousers and shook it at her. "ITs right here, bitch!" She lowered her eyes long enough to check me out, then stepped closer, staring deep into my eyes. "May I touch it?" she whispered, putting her hand over mine as I gripped my rod. When I hesitated, she said, "Honey if that thing's as big as it looks, I got a real nice surprise for you." Mesmerized, and relieved that we were in the prescription waiting room alone where none of the other patrons could see us, I slide my hand from beneath hers and allowed her to fondle my fully erect rod. She squeezed it, fasinated at how super hard and stiff it was.

As she moved her hand up and down the length of my throbbing cock, I started ejaculating for no reason. I knew she could feel me cumming in my pants and she held my spruting cock in her hands, stroking it back and forth to enhance my pleasure as I came. I was red faced with shame and embarassment when I stopped cumming and regained my breath. She released her grip on my cock and my cum soaked trousers, still as cool and calm as a cucumber (no pun intended). She handed me a business card, smiling broadly, with all those perfect teeth and those compelling green eyes glowing with lust. "Young man you may just have the best cucumber of them all." she said, "Maybe we can find out together," she suggested. And then, just like the first time, she was gone again, leaving me frustrated, embarassed, and angry with myself for shooting off like that, like a little kid jerking off.

I thought about throwing her card away but something about her stopped me. The memory of her actually stroking and fondling my cock when I was shooting off, stayed my head. I mean, she had to have the hots for me, too...taking that kind of risk in a public place. Suppose someome saw her playing with my dick and word got around that she enjoyed fondling young blackmen in public. She'd have to move to another town, that's what. White ladies become white trash the minute they get friendly with a blackman. Of course, some of them can't help themselves so they try to satisfy their cravings discreetly. They's plenty of cock hungry niggers out here, that would love to help you white ladies, married or single, who crave the black-on-white experience achieve your goal, so finding others to share in her secret desires was easy. All she has to do is be discreet. Discreet is not jerking a strange blackman off in the drugstore. She had the hots for me too...I could feel it!.

I called her 3 days later. She was very sweet and she seemed really pleased that I called. She put me on hold while she checked her calendar, than came back on and asked if I enjoyed morning madness or afternoon delight. I figure she meant fucking in the daytime and told her anytime was okay with me, that I'm a self employed computer anaylist and work any hours I choose. "Perfect," she said, and I visualized those perfect teeth and magnetic green eyes in my head, as she spoke. I think I might have visualized those gorgeous big, white titties of hers, too. I know I visualized that unbeleivably fine ass of hers. Who could ever forget that ass once they've seen it? Anyway she wanted to meet me Thursday, (the next day), at a private lakeside house near Groveton, 37 miles away. And if that wasn't bad enough, she wanted to meet at 10:00 am. I wanted to tell her to kiss my ass but my dick wouldn't let me. He wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world so I decided to agree with him. Besides, I was dying to see the look in her eyes, the first time I stuck this big, black dick of mine into her married white pussy.

The house was very nice...a perfect little love nest for those on the go. Recessed lighting, mood music coming outta the ceiling, the whole nine yards. As she led me into the bedroom, she told me if I saw anything I liked to take it! Her bold expression and the daring look in her eyes called for a response, so I, like the gangster I sometimes want to be, grabbed her arm and put my other hand inside her robe. I put the hand between her legs and cupped her croctch. "What if 'this' is what I want, lady?" I tuanted, "What if I just want some of your fine white pussy?" I held her confidently, squeezing her warm crotch, noticing how wet she was. I even imagined how excited she must be to be that wet between the legs. She answered by opening her robe. The wet panties I was fondling was the only thing she had on under her robe. After I got an eyefull of them big, beautiful, white titties of hers bouncing around in my face, she almost hissed at me. "then take it, you black bastard!", she said. "Throw me down and fuck my white pussy! Have your way with me! Take it, you bastard TAKE IT!"

Hard as my dick was, she didn't have to ask me twice. If thats how she wanted it, thats how I'd give it her. I ripped the robe from her body. She looked like a goddess standing trembling and naked before me. I slowly strongarmed her over to the tapastried bed. "Shuck them bloomers, white lady" I ordered menacingly, as I hauled my stiff cock outta my pants. "Oh my God! she exclaimed, looking at my cock and raising her hand to her mouth. "I couldn't...I just couldn't..." I walked over to her with my huge cock swishing back and forth in the air in front of me. I ripped the panties off with my hands and told her to lay down and spread'em. Naked and shaking all over, she begged me not to fuck me, saying she'd never been with anyone of my race before. "My race?" I repled. "I'm that nigger you talk about when there ain't no niggers around. That nigger that's gonna stretch your pussy with a long, black nigger dick. Now open them skinny white legs 'fore I shoot off in you god damn face!"

Her knees buckled so suddenly, I almost lost my grip on her arm and I woulda dropped her, but the chair beside her broke her fall. I helped her back to her feet. "Don't hurt me," she pleaded, surrendering completely. "I'll do anything you want, " she said,...anything!" With gangster like bravado and sexually aroused impatience, I sat her down on the end of the bed and shook my stiff cock in her face. I reminded her she said she'd do amything and suggested that she start by sucking my cock. When she started to whimper and beg me not to make her do that, I grabbed her head and forced her lips against my swollen cockhead. I pinched her neck until her lips parted, allowing me to slide my cock into her mouth.

Without any further pretense or hesitation, that fine married white woman sucked my black dick so good I thought I was going to explode. Not just up and down either. She licked my balls and licked my cock and even asked me once if I wanted to cum in her mouth. I most surely did, but I wanted some of that white pussy too. I didn't want a blow job to be the whole thing. Nigger can get a blow job anywhere but getting some fine white pussy like this was one in a million so I finally eased her up off my cock and spread her out on the bed.

Soon as I got 'tween her legs, she asked me if I was going to fuck her. I felt like telling her "no, bitch. I've decided to watch one of the horses fuck you" Dumb assed white bitch. Instead, I aimed my cock at the pink pussy lips in the center of her hairy crotch and pushed firmly. They parted like the pages of a book as my big black cock slide thru and tried to bully its way into her tight vaginal canal."Ohhhh its too big" she moaned as I was telling her to "Take all my black cock like a good little white whore!" It took about five minutes of me threatening and her complaining before I fimally felt that little hard bone just above a womans pussy pressing against me.When that little bone hits the little bone guys have in the same spot, guys know they've got the dick all the way in. I'n not sure why having my black dick buried in a foxy white woman made me feel so good but I enjoyed it as long as I could, longdicking that white bitch until she begged me to stop. Told me she couldn't cum no more and her pussy was too sore to even think about fucking again.

I was pretty wrecked myself. Five ejaculations in 2-1/2 hours is alot for anybody that ain't lying. She took my number and promised they'd call but they never did. I rode by their fancy house every now and then for a couplea months...even visited the lake house, but 2 cars were there so I didn't go in. Finally I gave up and started stalk fresher game. My only regret is I never did get that blowjob she almost gave me at first. If she or her husband ever read this, contact me at the listed -email adress and we can get this blow-job thing worked out. White is still my favorite color.

He fucked her twice - once alone, and once with me. I got off watching him fuck her and watching her writhe and moan with pleasure beneath him. I was hard again when he shot her full of cum. I liked the way he buried his cock so far inside her when he ejaculated. All I could see was hair. Smiling and thinking it was over, the wife got up and started putting on her clothes. James and I, both naked, silently watched her dress. We were both excited by the sexy, reverse strip tease, and we were both, already hard, like me, or getting hard, like James. By the time she was fully dressed and ready to go, James had gotten very hard and very aroused. He started kissing her. Not those gentle, affectionate good-bye kisses, but deep, tongue wrestling kisses, complete with buttock fondling and breast massage. I could see in my wife's eyes that she wanted it again. My hard on told me my dick wanted it again too.

That's when James asked me to help him take off her clothes. Our stiff cocks brushed against her body as we undressed her, thrilling her as well as both of us. James felt her up and even fingered her pussy a couple times as we worked. I got to pull off her pantyhose and the panties beneath them. You wouldn't believe how deliciously arousing it was to take off my wife's undies with a naked, big dicked black man watching me do it. It was like I was preparing her for him... taking part in her deflowering. Why it aroused me so much to give my wife to him like that, I don't know, but I was so hard I thought my cock was gonna split down the middle if I didn't cum soon.

My, now naked, wife, slipped to her knees in the floor with James' big old cock in her mouth. She was sucking it with all the skill and enthusiasm of a black cock whore, and I loved. I moved closer and James told me to join them. I walked around, standing next to him and he pulled my wife's busy mouth off his cock and moved her over to mine. Without hesitation or pause, she swallowed my cock like the cock hungry slut she was. She sucked us back and forth, one and then the other like she couldn't get enough. I almost got off in her mouth. I would have if she hadn't switched back to James' black cock at the critical moment. But having the pleasure of watching her suck his big, dick, while I tossed myself off, was probably just as good.

I don't know about yours but my wife loves sucking black cocks. She gives token head to white guys when the situation calls for it, but she sucks black guys different...like she wants something from'em. She does too. She wants that cum. Cum in any form or fashion gives her an orgasm. Whether it splashes on her tits, her arm, or her ass, she cums. And she goes blackdick crazy after a black guy shoots off in her mouth. She told me swallowing a blackman's cum just brings out the whore in her. Fprtunately, Harold didn't want to cum in her mouth. He'd already been there and done that...and we all had photos to prove it. He wanted something else. He wanted me to fuck her too. He wanted us to fuck her together so we could all get some of that good white pussy before we headed home.

My wife, already spread eagled on the bed, was so hot, she would have fucked anybody with a hard dick, including me. As I mounted the bed to stick my dick in her, Harold stopped me. He wanted to fuck her in a chair with her sitting in his lap face to face so he could kiss her while he fucked her. We found that the chair was uncomfortable so they sat on the end of the bed. I loved watching her lift her gorgeous ass up over him and the way he kissed her as she reached down between her legs to guide his black cock into her waiting pussy. As she lowered herself down on his rigid member, I couldn't help but wank as I watched his huge cock disappear inside her.

When his cock was all the way inside her, Harold told me to fuck her too. I didn't know what he meant. Fuck'er how? In the ass? He said she could take us both in her pussy. He said that's what double-fucking means. Two guys in the pussy at the same time. Doubting she could handle us both as stretched as she was just taking him, I still gave it a try. Something in me just responded to double fucking. I had never felt another dick inside my wife while I was fucking her and the thought of it was overwhelmingly sexy.

It took a couple minutes of fooling around and touching his thick cock to actually get the head of my cock into my wife's widely stretched hole, but when I did, my dick slid easily against James' until I had the whole thing inside her just as he did. "Now we just fuck her" James said, "and hope we all cum at the same time." We realized that pulling back and pushing back in had to be done silmultaneously, so we fucked my wife's white pussy in tandem, like syncronized swimmers in a pool. Its hard to describe how it felt with James' big dick rubbing against mine with every thrust we made. And having two cocks in her pussy at the same time must have thrilled my wife, as well because she started cumming non-stop as soon as we got'em both in her.

For the third time that day, I got off first. I was just so excited with James' black cock rubbing against mine. My wife's pussy was strecthed so much it was tighter inside than it had even been before. It was like a vice around both our cocks and I couldn't help but cum. Apologizing for the prematurity of my climax, I withdrew and told James to finish her ass off. All I could think about was how tight her pussy was and how exciting it was to share it with James thick black cock in it at the same time. Double fucking is definitely the way to go if everybody's ok with it.

I wiped the residue off my shriveling cock as they moved into the middle of the bed to finish what they started. Knowing from before that doggie was all of ours favorite position, my wife got on her hands and knees, wiggling her big, beautiful white ass at James, inviting him to finish her off doggie style. My cock started getting hard again when I saw the gratified, satisfied look on my wife's lovely face when James mounted her. He wasn't gentle or romantic either. He rammed it in and kept ramming it in until she cumming with every thrust. You like blackdick?" he asked her, pulling back to ram her again. She opened her eyes, glancing at me acroos the room then looking up into his eyes. "Oh God YES" she moaned, I love it! I love it! God forgive me but I love it!" He pushed her forward until she was facedown on the bed under him. Then he put a big pillow under her middle that raised her ass higher and gave him unfettered access to her married white pussy.

Before he pushed it back in, he told me this was the best position for a guy thats likes to watch. "Come on over here and check it out." I did and he was right about it being a good position for watchers. All him or I either one could see was her stretched pussy with his black dick sticking in it and her asshole above that, and the gorgeous mounds of beautiful ass cheeks. That's all I really wanted to see. Watching her buttocks tighten when he pushed that big dick all the way inside her... Hearing her moans of delight and her spontaneous orgasms had me full hard and definitely horny again. She don't know how much I love it when she is getting pleasure too. I guess he could tell by the way I was wanking that I was about to cum again because James raised up on his knees with his black dick jammed all the way into my wife and told me to cum on her while he was cumming in her. He stay deep inside her and remained upright pointing at her ass. "Soon as you start shooting off all over her ass, I'm gonna start shooting inside her pussy. And she's already cumming just thinking about it, ain't you bitch?" She looked at me with her best sex look (thats what I call the look she has when she wants to fuck), and she wiggled under James as he hammered her again anf again. "Cum on me, baby" she urged. "I want your cum too!"

Just as James stiffened and exploded deep inside her, I sprayed her ass with cum, until it was leaking off onto the bed. She was as orgasmic about it as we were, cumming strongly as both loads of cum hit her at the same time. She actually lost consciousness for a couple minutes.

To this day, double fucking is our favorite position. Its as good as sex will ever get. If there's anything better than double dicking your wife with a black stranger, I don't want to know about. It would kill me for sure.

We didn't start swinging until 1986 though. Thats the year I got brave enough to tell her how much I fantasized about her having sex with another man, how I much I wanted to see her having sex with another man. I got visibly hard as I talked about it and when she saw that, she knew I wasn't kidding. She hemmed and hawed about it for a couple weeks, going back and forth between excited curiosity and moral outrage. Finally she agreed to try it, not because she liked the idea of fucking somebody else but because she wanted to please me. It was not exactly the answer I was looking for, but I was betting when we actually got down to it, she was gonna to warm up to the idea pretty quick.

She was a virgin when I married her. She'd never been woth anyone but me so she was pretty hyper about it when I told everything was set. His name was Brian Suggs and he worked at the foundry adjacent to my law offices. Sometimes during lunch (I went to the small park by the foundry and so did he), he and I would talk..., about sex mostly. All he could talk about was white pussy and how much he wanted to stick his dick in some white pussy. He even hit on the white girls who ventured within ear shot of our bench. I mostly listened but he knew his black on white talked excited me. I couldn't hide the stiffies I got listening to him describe how he would fuck a white woman. He said,"BIG BLACK DICK" so much I started wondering if he really had a big, black dick like he said, or was just another spade running his mouth. It wasn't at the top of my priority list but I did want to see Brian's cock, especially if it was hard and sinking deep into my wife's, wet, white, married pussy. My wife agreeing to give 3ways a try, also gave me an opportunity to satisy two of my fantasies at the same time so I never gave it a thought when I invited Brian to stop by and party with us. It was gonna be perfect amd my dick was hard just thinking abiut it.

I didn't tell my wife the guy coming to visit on Friday night was black until Firday morning. She absolutely refused, insisting that I never said anything about doing it with blacks. I asked if she was prejudiced. I knew she wasn't but I wanted to know what her objection to Brian really was. With me picking at her and her snapping at me, it only took an hour for her to confess that she had a lot of fantasies about blackmen when she was young and she was afraid she might get too involved...that I might misunderstand her enthusiasm if she got as hot as she did just thinking about it. I told her about some of my fantasies and, by lunchtime, we both were as eager and excited as little bunnies and we were both as anxious to party with Brain as we had ever been to party with anybody.

I coached Brain a little so he would know what turned her on and what turned her off. I told him how to get her hot and keep her hot. I even told him she liked dirty talk about white pussy and black dick, especially if the guy talked trash to me while he was fucking her. That last part was straight from her favorite b/w fantasy. He grinned at me, shaking his bulging crotch. "Jest you wait 'til I get this Alabama blacksnake in that white pussy of her'n. You and her both gonna get everything you want and more!" My wife rose up from the pillow and looked him right in the eye.

What she said shocked me and aroused me at the same time. She told Brian he could talk about her, talk to me about her, and call her names if he wanted to, but all she wanted him to do was fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her and keep on fucking her until he couldn't fuck her anymore. Her outburst answered any questions I may have had about her objections to black guys. She was embarassed and scared because she knew how hot she was for that blackman. She had fantasies of her own. She was also worried that I might take her entusiasm and willingness the wrong way and get jealous.

Jealous? My dick was harder than his was. I wanted him to fuck her as much as he did. How could she think I'd be jealous or hurt by that? I was mesmerized as I watched Brain position his large cock against the wetness of my wife's pink labias, then I stepped forward where she could see how hard my dick was and how thrilled and excited I was. I started wanking as he pushed that big, black cock into her, watching her raise her butt so he could get the whole thing in with the first push. "Jesus, this pussy's tight, man. Feels like a vice" Brain exclaimed, drawing back to bury it all in her again. Then he looked at me and thanked me for letting him fuck my wife. Not knowing what to say, I told him I thought he ought to keep on fucking her right then.

Man, did he ever...talk about loose hips. He pumped that big, black dick in and out of my wife's white pussy so fast his cock was a blur. She could only grunt and gasp like she does when the fucking gets good to her. That's why seeing the sex get good to her excited even more that I already was. I felt a whole lot better about liking it so much myself when I saw her liking it, too. Brain lowered his head, planting kisses on the side of my wife's neck as he penetrated her again and again and again. Then, the coupe-de-gras that sent me into erotic overload and premature ejaculation. What she said still rings in my ears sometimes. I'll never forget it as long as I live. Its the only time "Words" have ever caused me to ejaculate when I wasn't touching my dick .

My wife wriggled her mouth up against his ear, teasing it with her tongue. As she watched me, hard and anxious too, she whispered softly "Fuck me, Brian! Fuck my white pussy hard! Take it, you black bastard. Take all the white pussy you want! Take it! Take it!" As I was ejaculating all over myself and the carpet, Brain buried his black cock deep in my wife's stretched pussy and shouted "I am taking it, bitch. Shut the fuck up and take this cum!" I watched him shoot her full of black cum as I wiped myself up with a paper towel. I was glad what she said aroused Brian as much as it did me because that orgasm touched something in me that nothing else had ever reached and, I knew I was hooked.

After that, we all felt close and cuddly, just like friends. We even made jokes about honky's and niggers, white pussy and black cock, and, what we liked, and what we didn't like. It was really cool. The whole time we talked, Brian had his hand between my wife's legs, either rubbing or fingering her pussy. They were sitting together on the sofa and she was repaying his affection with her own hands. I watched her fondle his thick ebony rod. It was glistening and shiney, still wet from her occassional kisses and sucks. As I watched her lean over and start sucking his black cock again, she sucked it in a different way, like she wanted to suck it... needed to suck it. When I started fondling my brick-like boner again, Brian took his cue and started talking trash to her. "Suck it, 'ho" he urged her, "Suck that big, black dick. You know you like it, bitch, but, do I know?...does your husband know? Suck it like the fucking 'ho you are, baby. Do your job!"

And then I witnessed and briefly participated in what I think is the best white/woman/blackman blowjob I ever saw. Miss 'I'm only doing it please you' was going up and down on his black cock like a singer sewing machine, her lips shiney red as she glided up and down his thick stalk, taking as much as she could into her mouth with every downward movement of her bobbing head. She never did get his whole cock in her mouth but her efforts were so pleasurable to Brain that he shot her mouth full of cum in nothing flat.

After she cleaned his cock and licked his hairy balls, she started sucking his softening cock again, slow and deep, getting it all in her mouth easily. I watched in dry mouthed anticipation as his big cock grew harder again and his erection made his cock bigger and bigger in her mouth until she couldn't contain it all anymore. This time there was no extended foreplay. Brian pushed off his cock and tossed her on the bed. "I'm fixing to fuck'er now, Mr. Jones. You might not want to watch this because she's gonna like it alot and she's gonna want black dick after this." In my most confident and authorative voice, I told him if black dicks was all she wanted afterward, it was all right with me because I adored watching her give that wonderfully talented pussy of hers to a horny blackman. He laughed, shaking his thick cock menacingly as he got between my wife's already spreading legs.

When he stuck her and I saw the flush of gratification and relief on my wife's face as she lifted up him. That, and the sight of that large black cock disappearing into her pussy did me in. For the second time I prematurely ejeculated. My dick stayed hard even after I climaxed and I wasn't surprised. Brian was long dicking my wife's white pussy, pausing for several seconds ever time he got his cock all the way in, giving her vaginal tissues another chance to adjust to his size and thickness. Then he started power fucking, ramming that big, black cock into her pussy as hard and as deep as he could. Grunt and gasp - grunt and gasp. With her hair flying all over the place and that faraway look in her eyes, my wife fucked Brian like he was her husband instead of me... spreading her legs and eye fucking with him, opening herself to him completely... giving him all the white pussy he wanted and then some.

I managed to cum again when Brian exploded deep inside her and deposited another river of sticky black cum to what he had already left inside her. When finally pulled his dick out of her, rivulets of his semen dripped from her stretched labias and ran down her legs. I never saw her sexier in my whole life. I wanted to fuck so bad I jumped her bones before Brian left. He watched and told us to "go for it!" as he left us there, still fucking and went on about his business.

That one encounter dictated the next 12 years of our lives. She was fucking black guys so much and so often, she rarely felt like fucking me at all. If I hadn't enjoyed watching her so much, I might have rebelled but how could I when I climxed like crazy everytime she spread her legs for a blackman. I just watched and hoped it would never end.

I still do.

I like for her to meet the other guy in a remote motel lounge so I can watch them dance with my wife and kiss her and fondle her body. Its what we all have anticipated since we first agreed to meet so everybody's pretty much in the mood from the very beginning. I enjoy watching him work her up to it. I love anticipating it like that.

And, when he starts kissing her and touching her body as they dance, I can already see him fucking her in my head. The anticipation makes my dick so hard, my knees get weak. The foreplay and mutual seduction escalates until my sexy wife, being somewhat ill at ease with a blackman tongue kissing her and feeling her up on the dancefloor of a public bar, with her husband and several other patrons watching, suggests that the stranger might like to join us upstairs in our room. He always does, She's never once been turned down.

Last Friday night at our favorite pick-up bar, my wife ponted me out to the guy trying to pick her up and told him to ask me if it was alright for him to fuck her. He was really nervous. He told me my wife was the sexiest white woman he ever seen and said he wanted to make love with her so bad his feet hurt. He said he wanted me to watch and take photos...anything I wanted, as long as he could fuck her.

I knew my wife wanted to give him the pussy or she wouldn't have sent him over to me right there in the bar like that . He was handsome in an athletic kind of way. Not muscular so much as powerful. He was bright-eyed with desire and alcohol, and he was practically panting with lust as he pleaded his case.

My wife really likes being desired like that. The more a guy wants her, the hotter she gets. So it was reasonable for me to assume that she had the hots for this young man and was counting on me to co-sign it. So, I did what any sensitive, understanding husband would have done. I rubbed the rigid boner between my legs and told him it would be my pleasure to observe him having relations with my wife.

Then I went up to the room to wait for them...anticipating their arrival...savoring the excitement waiting always brings...teasing myself and masturbating to the imagined images filling my head. Any minute now, the images would be real and I savored the delightful sensations and feelings that filled me as I waited, anticipating it with dry mounthed desperation. At the same time, I was as anxious as a one-eyed cat in a seafood store. I wanted to see him fuck her so bad I thought my dick was gonna bust.

When they arrived, him with nostrils flaring and fire in his eyes, and the wife, flushed and breathless, I knew there'd been some foreplay on the way to the room. An escaltion, as it were. And it only got hotter when the door closed behind them. He was all over my wife, embracing her from behind, kissing the side of her neck and whispering in her ear. At the same time, he was opening her blouse and tugging at her bra with his right hand while his left hand was under her skirt and already inside her panties. Talk about a hot scene. My cock was so stiff you could have set a beer on it without spilling a drop.

My wife was as hot and eager as I was, helping him disrobe her, wiggling her ass against his bulging crotch as he hunched against her from behind. When he turned her head back toward him and tried to tongue kiss her, my obviously very aroused wife turned in his arms, pressing against him face to face, and opened her mouth. She accepted his darting tongue passionately, pressing her hips against him, and welcoming his strong hands as he fondled and squeezed her generous buttocks.

Not wanting to interupt what was quickly becoming the ice breaker to end all ice breakers, I unzipped my fly and started stroking my rigid penis gently as I watched my wife succumbing to the passionate advances of her horny black lover. She didn't resist as he pushed her, naked and trembling with desire, down on her knees in front of him. The bulge in his crotch was impressive and my cock jerked with excitement as he lowered his zipper and pulled his black cock out for her/me to see.

Everybody talks about black guys having big cocks. Well, this guy sure did. As god is my witness, his dick had to be over a foot long. I've got a solid 7 inches myself and his black tool was twice as long as mine. And, thicker than mine, too. Not Shane Diesel thick, more like Silvo thick. It was black like Silvo's too, and so damn hard, it was throbbing. I moved closer, anxious to see her touch it, dying to see it buried inside her sweet white pussy.

When she did touch it, even with both hands, she couldn't grip it all. She stroked it a few times, kissing the dark head and licking at the precum oozing out the tip. All the anticipation finally got to me and inspite of myself I was on the verge of telling her to suck it, when he did it for me.

Gripping my wife's head and pressing his cock against her lips, he told her to open up and suck his black dick. When she didn't open her mouth instantly, he told her to SUCK IT a second time, pushing harder against her mouth. She turned to look at me as she swirled her tongue around his dark cockhead and popped it into her mouth. I thought I saw her wink as well as she started sucking his long cock as deep into her mouth as she could.

I absolutely love watching her suck cock, especially black cock.

She looks like the whore my feminine has always wanted me to be, and watching her lips slide up and down his black cock thrilled me as much as feeling them slide up and down on his cock must have thrilled him. Sometimes when I kiss her at home, I get flash backs of her sucking some black guy off and get so hot I have to fuck her right then even if I'm late for work.

You can't really know what it's like without actually feeling it yourself, but watching my wife suck a black dick is as good as any pussy I ever got in my life. And that's how I felt watching her do this guy.

I think he and I both were ready to ejaculate when she suddenly stopped sucking his cock and climbed up on the bed, suggesting they get more comfortable. Of course, his idea of comfortable was her on her back with her legs spread and him sticking that long, black dick in her married white pussy. So, he didn't even bother to undress.

He got up on the bed with his unbelievablely long cock sticking straight out in front of him thru his fly and ordered my wife to spread her legs. As she swung her legs apart so he could mount her, she looked right at me with that anxious look she always gets when a "new" cock is about to enter her and she gave me that loving smile she always gives me when the real sex is about to start.

She grunted and looked surprised as his ebony rod pierced her labias without difficulty and pushed its way into her snug vagina. "God - what a big cock!" she whispered, as he pushed even more of his lengthy black tool into her narrow lovebox. "Think its big now," he grunted, pushing it even deeper, "Wait'll I get it all in."

I was waiting, too...and, I was as anxious as a child the day before Christmas. I wanted to see every inch of that black dick inside her as much as he did...as she did. I silently urged him to fuck her, to stick it all the way in, and fuck her white pussy good. I was so close to orgasm, I was afraid to touch my twitching cock for fear I would shoot off too soon.

When he grabbed her buttocks and lifted her off the bed, raising her pussy slightly above his angle of entry, the remaining 4 inches of his lengthy black cock slammed into my her without warning. She moaned like a wounded animal, as if in great pain, but the satisfied look on her face and the orgasmic twinkle in her eyes, as she writhed beneath him, told the real story. A woman's hips don't lie and my wife's hips were undulating like they do when she's having or about to have an orgasm.

I started cumming as soon as I saw the look on my wife's lovely face. When his penetration was complete and she knew she had every inch of that big black cock buried inside her, it was like she had something she had wanted her whole life... and now that she had it, she wanted to celebrate it.

She liked that big, black cock he was ramming in and out of her pussy and she showed him and me both that she liked, lifting up for it, telling him over and over to fuck her harder.

She liked it so much, she was ready to cum herself, and she did when she saw me cumming beside the bed.

After that, she seemed to be cumming continuously as he rammed his lengthy cock into her vaginal depths again and again and again. All she said was, "Oh my god! Ohhhhh myyy goddddd!" as he pierced her uterus and womb-fucked her like she's never been fucked before.

I saw my wife experience an orgasmic flurry exceeding anything she had ever felt before in her life. She became insatiable, fucking him again and again...sucking his cock... letting him cum in her mouth, and even laughing at me jerking off beside the bed. Fucking him again...telling him how beautiful his big cock was and how good it felt inside her...how much she wished my cock was that long. It was awesome. I can't even remember how many times I got off.

Everytime his long, black cock filled my wife's pussy, much to my delight, as well as her own, I was in orgasmic heaven, cumming repeatedly just as they were, enjoying it to the max. The greedy babblings of my eager and totally enamoured wife filled my ears as I masturbated to an explosive orgasm that really rocked my world. I know I felt every bit as satisfied and gratified as he did, as she did?

I felt completely connected and totally gratified spraying my juices into the air as he was cumming deep inside my wife's white pussy at the same time. I got so aroused when he fucked her the first time, I literally couldn't wait to see him fuck her again.

They always do, you know. Black guys always fuck her again. I saw one black guy fuck her four or five times in a row, almost non-stop. And the more they fuck her, the more my wife wants it. And the more she wants it, the better I like it. Staying hard all night, anticipating every fuck, watching her suck his black cock...what's not to like? My wife can fuck any black guy she wants to fuck as long as she wants to fuck him as long as I get to watch and she doesn't get pregnant. Thats what I told her and thats how it is.

Nowadays she loves showing off, especially at parties. At the last one we attended, she got so hot she tried to fuck every guy there. Almost did too. I might have created a monster by turning her on to blackmen in the bedroom, but, no matter how much she likes it, or how whorish she is, she couldn't possibly like it as much as I do.

I'm real fan of sex. I like it. I liked it before I ever had any. I've always liked a man between my legs. Female submission to the male and all that. I enjoy giving men pleasure and getting pleasure from them. I always have. And I've got fantasies too. The mere thought of sex with blackmen makes me weak in the knees. I've wanted it as long as I can remember, since I was little. So, when I got into "swinging" with my husband. I saw it as a chance to gratify some of my own fantasy desires as well as gratifying some of husbands. So when I was absolutely sure that my husband really wanted it, he didn't have to twist my arm to get me to agree. I gave in pretty quickly, as a matter of fact, and thats when the fun really began.

We experimented with couple-swaps, impusive encounters at adult parties, and single guy 3ways. Each had its moments and all were fun, but my craving for the black experience eventually prompted me to ask my husband flat out why we had never even talked about doing it with blackmen. I told him I wanted to know if the rumors about their cock size and sexual prowess were true, didn't he? Wasn't he the least bit curious about interracial sex?

I held my breath, fearing he might be against racial mixing and reject the idea outright. But, he didn't. He got very aroused and excited, confessing that nothing turned him on like the thought of me having sex with a blackman. He had never mentioned it to me for fear I might prejudiced about blacks the way a lot of white women are. He told me that now that he knew it appealed to me too, he thought partying with blacks was a great idea. His dick was hard just talking about it and after he fucked me, talking about big dicked blackmen the whole time, he wanted to know how soon I wanted to do it.

Black-on-white with a view seemed to work for us even before we actually did it. He got hard just thinking about it and I got wet thinking about it too. As we talked about it, our excitement grew and grew, and we ended up fucking with visions of rigid, big dicked blackmen dancing in our heads. As we both climaxed, I just knew doing it with blacks was going to be our thing. And any doubts either of us may have had, disappeared the night we met Harlan.

Harlan was 6'3" with perfect skin, great teeth, an athlete's body. He carried himself with the confidence of sexually secure man. I knew by the way he walked into that motel lounge that I was going to enjoy fucking him. He looked straight at me and didn't take his eyes off me as he joined us at the bar. He told me I was beautiful, just like the photo we e-mailed him. Behind his eyes, he was already inside me and I felt those shivers of anticipation tickling up and down my inner thighs as I met his gaze with what I hoped was equal boldness.

As my husband jabbered on and made small talk, Harlan flirted with me, obviously anxious to go upstairs and get started. He'd been thinking about this for a couple weeks and he was more than ready. His desire for me was evident and growing stronger by the second. His cock was trying to burst out of his pants. My desire increased twofold staring at his tented trousers, seeing how hard was just talking to me. I felt like the sexiest, most desirable woman he'd had ever seen. And those hungry eyes of his were touching me everywhere. Harlan wanted to fuck me so bad it made me hot all over. And, the way he kept telling me, silently mouthing the words "I want you now" over and over, had me gushing moisture so fast my crotch was wet. And, my nervous husband continued to make meaningless small talk. When Harlan put his dark hand on my nyloned knee and started sliding it slowly up my leg, I had the sweetest unexpected orgasm I've ever had. All those nights of fantasizing about black hands on my body must have geared me up so much, the dam broke as soon as I felt his fingers slithering under my dress.

He kissed me right there in the bar, pushing his tongue in my mouth, as he poked at the crotch of my panties with his wayward hand. Shocked by his public boldness but instantly aroused by the intensity of his desire, I wriggled free and hopped off the barstool, suggesting that we all might be more comfortable in the room. My husband didn't even attempt to conceal the hardon pressing out the front of his pants as he paid the tab and followed me and Harlan up to the room. Harlan's big cock was hard too and he kept pressing it against my ass as he hugged me from behind, fondling my heaving breasts and planting thrilling wet kisses down the side of my neck, We all got so hot, I thought Harlan was going to throw me down and fuck me right there in the hallway.

Finally we reached the room. Harlan lifted my skirt as we entered, complimenting me on my sexy ass. He squeezed and fondled my spongey cheeks with both hands, sending shiveres up and down the back of my legs. As he started tongue kissing me and squeezing my breasts, my husband explained about playing some strip poker to break the ice and then playing "dare ya" to get things going. Reluctantly, Harlan went along with the plan even though he wanted to skip the foreplay and get right to it. After I lost my blouse and he saw my naked breasts spilling out of my scimpy underwire, Harlan couldn't wait any longer. He told my husband to forget the damn game. He pushed Paul down in a chair by the bed and told him, "You wanted to watch - so WATCH!

Then he turned back to me, grabbing my bra and ripping it from my body, His thick cock jerked inside his pants as he watched my bare breasts shake and jiggle. On the verge of climaxing a second time, I hid my face against his shoulder as he peeled my panties down and rubbed his fingers thru the hairy triangle between my legs. He told my husband to look at how wet I was...how hot I was.... Then as he finger fucked my pussy and kissed me passionately, using his thick tongue like a cock as he probed the inside of my mouth. I felt his erection pressing against my tummy and couldn't resist fondling it thru his pants. What everyone says about blackmen is true. Their cocks are BIG, at least Harlan's was. It was alot thicker than my husband's and longer too! Suddenly, I was more excited than I'd ever been in my whole life. As I swallowed his tongue and fondled his thick cock, I was weak-kneed with desire. I wanted that black cock inside me more than I ever wanted anything in my whole life.

As he unzipped his pants, Harlan asked my husband if he'd ever seen me suck a black dick. Paul said "yes", unzipping his pants and pulling out his skinny 7"er as he spoke. He was more involed and more aroused than I'd seen him. He was stroking himself in anticipation of that very thing, so he quickly nodded his head, admitting that he did see me sucking a black dick before. Harlan grabbed my hand and wrapped around his rigid tool. "Wanna see her suck mine?" he asked my husband, who groaned and whispered hoarsely that he did.

Harlan's black cock was rigid and throbbing as I pulled it from his fly. It was the prettiest dick to look at I ever seen saw. And so much bigger than Paul's. "I want to hear you tell your wife to suck my black dick and be my whore. Now tell her," Harlan barked. When my husband started rubbing his cock, giving me that vacant look, I knew he was gonna say it. I got so wet, my juices were dribbling down the inside of my legs and I had a mini-orgasm. When I heard my husband's voice telling me suck that black dick.

Almost too eagerly, I leaned forward and took Harlan's dark, blood engorged cockhead into my mouth. Savoring the glistening drop of precum oozing from its tip, I started sucking his beautiful black cock like a bitch in heat. And seeing my husband whacking off as he watched me suck it, only made me hotter and hornier. I couldn't believe how turned on I got. I mouthed fucked Harlan's black cock like it was my favorite candy, taking him so deep into my mouth it made me gag. And I didn't stop there either. I fought the gag reflex until the head of his black cock moved past it and lodged deep in my throat. Then, for the first time in my life, I really deep throated a man's cock. Not just my husband's ordinary cock, but the huge black cock of a total stranger I didn't even know....and, I loved it! When I felt his pubic hairs touch my lips, I knew I had his whole cock in my mouth, and I was so excited, I lapsed into the first of many gratifying climaxes I was to have that night.

The dread a woman feels about a man ejaculating in her mouth disappeared completely as I boobed up and down on Harlan's big cock. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to feel his big cock explode inside my mouth and throat. Hefting and fondling his hairy black balls, I sucked harder and faster, urgung him to cum...wanting him to. Sensing it and caught up in the same wave of desire and lust, Paul moved closer, his eyes rivited to the thick black cock disappearing into my mouth. "Suck it, baby!" he chanted, wanking as fast as he could, "Get that black cum. Suck it! Suck it!"

I'm not sure whether it was my dick swallowing magic or my husband's frantic urgings, but, at that moment, Harlan garbbed my head, forcing me down, pushing his cock as far into my throat as he could. "Suck it, bitch. Swallow that dick" he grunted, as his throbbing cock erupted, pumping his warm semen into my mouth and throat with such force, I had trouble swallowing it all. When his cock finally stopped spurting, he released my head and I quickly backed off his cock, gasping for air. As I swallowed what was left of his sticky semen, Harlan rolled over on his back and started telling my husband what a terrific little dicksucker I was. As I watched my husband stroke his own erection and agree with Harlan's vulgar references to my oral skills, I felt myself getting very excited again.

I was happy Harlan thought I was such a terrific cocksucker. I felt like Queen for a day listening to his remarks and I couldn't believe how horny I was. I couldn't wait for him to stick it in me. This my 1st blackcock, my deep throat, and my 1st cum swallowing blowjob,...who wouldn't be horny, right? I dropped down beside Harlan on the bed, my legs slightly parted, and starting carressing myself with my hands. The mere thought of him sticking that big black cock in my pussy had me on the verge of another orgasm and the anticipation was driving me crazy. Harlan, sensing how hot I was, pushed his hand under mine and slipped two dark fingers into the wetness of my soaked pussyhole. Any second thoughts I might have had, disappeared as he started tongue kissing me. I wanted Harlan's dick in me so bad, I felt like the lowest whore in creation. But I still spread my legs further apart to give his busy black fingers unrestricted access to my married white pussy.

I grabbed Harlan's semi-hard cock and started fondling it, I was amazed at how quickly he recovered from that blowjob. Almost immediately, his long cock was fully erect and throbbing in my hands. Being subtle and ladylike as always, I asked Harlan if he wanted to stick that big cock of his in my married, slutish, southern fried, anxious, white pussy. He rose up on the bed, kissing my neck and fondling my boobs. "I'm gonna whiteboy fuck you, lady...only better" he said, pushing me back on the bed. He stripped off his clothes, thowing them helter skelter in his haste. Completely naked and fully aroused, he resemled a nubian god,...washboorad abs, nice chest and arms (strong but not too big), and the confidence of an Alpha male stalking his prey. "I'm gonna fuck her, Paul," he told my wanking husband as he positioned himself between my already spread legs. "I'm gonna put this black dick in'er and she's never gonna want white meat anymore," he said arrogantly, as he rubbed his big cock up and dowm my pubics.

My husband was maybe 2 feet from us, wanking slowly and looking as anxious as I was for Harlan to stick it in. "God I love white pussy," Harlan said as her parted my labias and pushed his black cock all the way in me on the 1st thrust, touching places a dick had never touched before. The sensation was overwhelming and I climaxed immediately. "You like it, don't you, baby?" he said, as started to work his long cock in and out of me really fast. "Oh God YES!" I blurted, still in the throes of one orgasm and about to have another. "Fuck me! Fuck my white pussy," I grunted, reaching for what I knew was going to be a tremendous orgasm.

Slowing his pace, but still inside me, Harlan asked my husband if he wanted to see him to shoot off in his wife's hot pussy. I was shaking my head 'yes' when I saw my husband move closer. He looked me right in the eye as he told Harlan I loved it when a black man got off inside me. Then he told Harlan to fuck me some more and told him to give me that black cum anytime he wanted to.Harlan laughed as he increased the speed and frequency of his thusts, bringing me to the edge of yet another orgasm. "This 'ho loves having a dick in her, man," Harlan said, ramming me so hard I thought he might injure me, but he didn't and I really liked it when he got the whole thing in. He lifted me off the bed, still fully coupled and he put a huge pillow under me. It felt cool against my skin as he settled me down on it and started fucking me again.

In nothing flat, he was probing my depths like a dog looking for a place to pee. I was trapped in an orgasmic stupor that would never say "no" and he knew it. "Move that ass, baby" Harlan urged, bottoming out within me again and again. Women who seldom get fucked like that, even women don't get fucked at all, would have to get aroused in a situation like the one I was in, and I'm among'em. I really liked Harlan and the way he took charge, He got the white pussy he came for, thanked me for it by getting me off so many times I don't even know how many there were, and showed me that my husband was really a wuss in the bedroom. Paul was happy and delighted just watching me spread for Harlan, so I figured I would decide the whos, whens, and hows after that. Paul never objected and now I have my cake and I'm eating it too.

Now Paul is a complete cuck. He waits at home, playing with his little cock while I'm out giving his white pussy to every black guy that wants some. I still let him watch sometimes but mostly just jack him off and tell him who I was fucking and where we fucked and how we fucked, how big the dick was, how many tines, how many orgasms...you know, stuff like that. After he shoots off, if he's a good boy, I let him fuck me while I tell him again about the other guy or guys that fucked before he did. He's not gay but he gets a kick out of holding the other guy's cock while I'm sucking it. He also likes holding it and positioning against my labias so he can watch it disappear inside me when the other guy pushes it in.

After that soul-wrenching orgasm, I was more than willing and whorishly anxious to have that big, black dick of Harlan's inside me. I wanted him to fuck me all me all night long. I acted like a blackcock whore, sucking and fucking Harlan with a vigor and energy that surprised even me. I could not believe how much I wanted his cock in me after he left. Paul fucked me long and hard, twice, but it didn't help. I fell asleep thinking about Harlan between my legs. Ever I ever see him again, married or not, he's gonna have to fuck me again. Best black fucking I ever got and, believe me, I've had a lot of them. Harlan if you read this, e-mail me. Lets see if the fire still burns.

Anyway, he'd been after me for months to go to a new sex club he'd found...an on premises place outside the city with some kind of watcher's room where voyeur's, like me, could watch others having sex without being seen ourselves. That's why he kept after me to visit the place with him. He wanted me to watch him fucking a white girl like the old days. He missed it, too!

Since the wife and I were active swingers, often hooking up on our own when not together, I didn't bother to tell her her I was going to visit Mac while she was at the conference. What she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her! I just told her to have a good time at the conference and I made her promise, if she had sex with anybody on her trip, she'd tell me all about it as soon as she got home. After she left, I gassed up the car and headed for Cleveland.

I was really excited by the time I got to Mac's. All during the drive, I was recalling voluptuous white and Asian whores, titillating coital positions, and Mac's big, black cock making the whores swoon and buzz around him like honey bees. I was actually looking forward to seeing his cock again, if you know what I mean. De ja vous all over again! He was really glad to see me and he seemed as anxious to get to the club as I was. A shower, a change of clothes, some cologne, and a stiff drink later, we were on our way.

Mac made all the arrangements and escorted me to the infamous watcher's room. There were two paunchy middle aged whitemen and a tall, rough looking blackman sitting in front of a wall sized mirror, apparently waiting for the show to start. We gabbed a couple chairs next to them and Mac filled me in. The lights would come on next door and go out in the room we were in at the same time so we'd see and they wouldn't. He said most of the "performers" knew people were watching behind the mirror. That's why they were performing to start with. Exhibitionists need an audience.

The watcher room door opened and someone asked for Mr. Price. The tall, rough looking blackman stood up and left. Mac said he musta paid extra to join the fun in the room next door, speculating that a white woman was in there. "Must be a white girl," Mac said, "Nigger ain't paying $200 to fuck a sister. He's after white pussy, for sure!"

Mac's reasoning may have been suspect, but his timing was impecible. At that very moment, our room went dark and the room next door lit up. We could see everything as clearly as if we were actually in the other room. Mr Price entered, carrying a wiggling, squealing white woman over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. Her ass was big and full cheeked just like my wife's and it looked ready to split right thru the frayed denim shorts she was wearing. Price told her to shut the fuck up as he tossed her down on the fold out bed by the wall. She was blindfolded and her hands were bound together.

Price ignored her pleas for mercy as he ripped off her halter top, baring her big white titties...titties that looked enough like my wife's to be hers. As Mr. Price pulled a good sized black cock out of his pants and told his "victim" to SUCK IT, I played fantasy games, speculating about it really being my wife just to amuse myself

Price took her sightless hand and placed it on his ebony shaft. "Dont squeeze it to death, bitch" he snarled, "SUCK IT!"

I was dying to see that woman's face. It was eerie how much she reminded me of my wife, especially when she started sucking Mr. Price's black dick. I'd seen my wife suck dick alot of times and this blindfolded gal was doing it exactly like my wife did it.

I was about to mention the resemblance to Mac when he asked me to lend him $200. He said he wanted to go in there and get some of that white pussy himself. I liked that idea so I gave him the cash. I also told him I wanted to see her face and he promised to take her blindfold off first chance he got. I was already wanking as he disappeared thru the door.

Back in the other room, Mr Price was telling his sightless victim that it was a black cock she was sucking...a nigger dick! And he wanted her married white ass to suck it real good. He seemed really pleased as she sucked more and more of his black tool into her mouth as if trying to deepthroat it. After several minutes of continuous cocksucking, and almost to the point of ejaculation, Price pulled his cock out of the helpless woman's mouth with an audible "pop" He told her he didn't want no blowjob, he wanted some white pussy. Then he stripped off her shorts, spread her legs and started fucking her. Even with her bound hands over her head and her legs spread, she still reminded me of my wife. I wanted that blindfold off so bad I was about to ask somebody how much me to go in there and take it off myself.

Fortunately, I didn't have to because Mac walked into the room, his thick cock pushing against his pantsfront as he watched Mr. Price pumping his stiff cock into the blindfolded white woman's pussy.

I watched, too, listening to Price's labored breathing and the woman's soft grunts of pleasure(?) as he hammered away between her lifted legs. He liked telling her to take it...to take it all. When he started shooting off in that hot white pussy, he got so pale I thought he was gonna pass out for a minute. When his spasms subsided and his deeply embedded cock finally stopped spurting, cum was leaking out of her pussy onto the bed beneath them. Even more semen oozed from her stretched labias when Mr Price withdrew his softening cock and got up off the bed.

Seeing Mac, Price started telling him how good that white pussy was and urged Mac to go ahead and fuck her too. Mac said he didn't like'em tied up and blindfolded when he fucked'em. Price said that part was just for kicks and told Mac she was a married white whore that he could fuck her anyway he wanted to.

Suddenly, Mac grabbed Price by the throat, cutting off his air. He whispered something into his ear, squeezing tighter for empahsis. Price was scared too death and I was too. I thought Mac was going to hurt him or something. But, he didn't. He released Price's throat and watched him stumble as he backed away, coughing and gasping for breath. "Got it?" Mac asked the trembling man threateningly. Price nodded his head and quickly left the room. Mac immediately approached my sexy wife's body double lying helpless on the bed. He freed her hands and untied the blindfold hiding her face

When she raised her head and I saw her face, I was flabberghasted! It didn't just look like my wife in there, it was my wife! I almost had a heart attack right there on the spot. Teacher's conference, my ass! She was whoring herself out at this sex club on the side, and keeping it a secret from me. While I was wondering why she didn't tell me, my oldest friend slipped his thick black dick in her tight white pussy and started fucking her right before my eyes!

I had seen Mac fuck white women before and that same excitement gripped me again as he started to kiss Jen and feel her up. I had seen my wife having sex with other men before, too, but never with a black man and never when she didn't know I was watching her. For some reason that, and the fact that it was Mac, made seeing her now, twenty times more arrousing than ever before. My dick was hard as a rock and I was ready to cum as soon as he started started kissing her and playing with her tits.

When she started sucking his black cock, I could tell that she wasn't just servicing him like she did Price. She sucked Mac's black tool like she sucks mine...willingly...eagerly. And Mac was enjoying it too, smiling and talking trash to me thru the glass, telling me how much she liked sucking on his black dick. Then he spread my wife's shapely legs and pushed his big dick into her, slamming it deep, forcing her to take in all in a single thrust.

I got off 3 or 4 times as I watched Mac pummel my wife's tight pussy with his big cock. He fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, making her moan with pleasure and squeal with delight. I got many of the same thrilling sensations I'd enjoyed so much during our army days as I watched Mac hammer between her legs. Watching his black dick slide in and out of my wife's pussy made me as hot as I ever got watching him fuck those white whores during the war. I masturbated to a long overdue orgasm watching Mac fuck my wife's pussy just like in our combat fantasy play. I could have and would have watched him fuck her all night if they hadn't turned off the lights in there when my allotted watching time was up.

I wanted to run in there and fuck Jen myself after watching Mac fuck her. I wanted to stick my cock in her cummy pussy and fuck her just like he did... like Price did. I somehow resisted the urge and tried to act normal when Mac rejoined me minutes later in the hallway outside the Watcher's Room. I decided not to tell him that the woman he had just fucked into a coma was my wife. I needed to find out more about what was going on before I told him or anyone else.

As titillating as discovering my wife's secret playpen was, I couldn't believe she lied to me about it. And the way Mac kept praising her and boasting about how good her white pussy was, I couldn't help but wonder if he might know my wife somehow...if maybe him and her hooked all this up to surprise me. But, since he had never actually met her and showed no indication that he recognized her, or even suspected who she was, I decided to save all my questions for my wife.

On the ride back to his place, Mac aroused my suspicions again by asking if I remembered promising to let him screw my wife way back when.

Then he asked me what she looked like now and wanted to see some pictures of her. "Is she still as hot as you said she was back then?" he asked, enjoying my arousal and my discomfort. He told me not to be embarassed and not to worry. He said if he ever did fuck my wife, he would make sure she liked it as much as I would like watching it. And, although hearing him making those old lewd remarks about my wife pleased me, I still wondered if he knew more than he was letting on.

The next morning, I thanked him for a swell time and, before leaving, I promised to bring the wife with me the next time. I also promised to send him a recent photo of her to replace the vague memories he had of her from the old days. The whole drive home, I tried to figure it out. It could have been one of those 1 in a million coincidences that fate contrives to reward the faithful. I mean me and Mac both had often fantasized about fucking my wife and now it had happened whether he knew it or she knew it, or neither of them knew it. I knew it. I saw it! And my dick was still hard thinking about it. After all those fantasies about seeing Mac between Jen's legs, actually seeing it was nore thrilling for me than anything you can imagine.

When Jen got home, Sunday night, I asked her about her trip. She told me about the black parking attendant who parked her rental at the hotellot, who, after flirting with her and propositioning her several times, offered to drop by her room later in the evening for a nightcap. She said she accepted his offer because she knew it would be the kind of story I would really get excited about.

Jen said she got excited about it herself and paced the floor in her room in her sexiest finery waiting for his knock on her door. When it came, he wasn't alone. His friend, Clancy was bigger and sexier than Earl, and rigidly eager to join his friend and her for their nightcap. And, even though it was Earl she had agreed to party with, Clancy was the aggressor from the beginning. He was the one who starting touching her and making suggestive remarks. He the one who opened her bouse and bared her breasts and helped her out of her clothes. It was his black cock she sucked first and he was the one who fucked her first. They stayed for several hours, fucking her and making her suck their big cocks whenever they felt like it. They called her a married white whore and made her admit I had never fucked her and made her cum like they did.

As exciting as her story was and as hard as my dick was, I didn't believe a word of it. I had seen her in Cleveland with my own eyes and there wasn't a parking atttendant or a hotel anywhere near where she was. I asked her if that was really where she was Friday night, revealing my suspicions. She just laughed and said the parkling thing was Saturday night. She told me about Saturady first because she was saving Friday night for last. She said Friday had been just unbelievable.

You know the rest. She told me about Cleveland, and the club and about her performance with Price and her torrid mating frenzy with (as she called Mac) the Big One! I told her I went to visit Mac after she left and went to the same club that night with Mac. I told her he was the one I used to fantasize with her about in 'Nam and he was also the Big One who had untied her and fucked her after the first guy left. Neither of you knew who the other was but you fucked like you'd been fucking each other all your lives. It was just like I imagined it would be. My wife never looked sexier in her life. Every guy in the Watcher's Room was jerking off when Mac was fucking her and making her cum like he did. I told her I was cumming while he was fucking her too. I said it was Fate and we invited Mac to visit us at our house the following weekend.

Except for the two days we spent moving his stuff, he's been living with us ever since. I love it and my wife couldn't be happier. She calls me "salt" and Mac "pepper" and she fucks us both with equal enthusiasm. Its a perfect 3way relationship and we wouldn't have it any other way. Mac was what we needed in our lives and he loves being Jen's other husband. We're not really swingers anymore now because we do our swinging at home - EVERYNIGHT!!!

Enough talk, it was time to have some fun baby. Misty sat on the bed and I stood in front of her. She reached between my legs, pulled out my hard cock and engulfed me with her succulent mouth. God, I missed that mouth of hers. She is an expert at this and the art of sex.

She now needed me to be in her and I needed to feel her warm, wet pussy. We were both missing each other and needed to make that connection. I laid her on her back and slowly entered her with 10" of black fury, enjoying every savory moment and sensation of that sweet white pussy. As I begin to fuck her, Misty suggested that her husband take some pictures. Her husband? I was so wrapped up in her that I forgot he, my friend, was in the room.. lol. This was a great idea. He began to take some pictures while I continue to fuck Misty. We switched positions with her on top and he wrote a holiday message on her. (See the pic here).

I have to explain something right now. Misty has this special place in her pussy that due to the size and shape of my cock, when I hit it just right, she cums and gushes. Today was no exception as I was hitting it on target.

Now I need to cum and needed to power fuck. I flipped her on her back, legs in the air and began to power fuck her. With her reactions, her moanings, the look on her face, the sweat between us, the smell of sex in the room: all was enough to send me over the edge. I cummed hard, blasting away over and over filling the condom to the brink. When I was through, I pulled out of her relaxed and satisfied. She pulled off the condom and emptied my cum all over her body. What an erotic sight and way to bring in the Holiday season.

I really want to talk about last night but I am too confused and uncertain to risk a face to face discussion just yet. I'm better at expressing myself on paper when I can take my time and say what I need to say without getting interrupted every other sentence. When I'm in an emotional turmoil like this, I have so many conflicting emotions and desires I can't think straight anyway.

First let me say that the sex was really good... heartfelt and very passionate. Once I relaxed and focused on him like you told me to, I actually thought Calvin was quite handsome. He looked at me like I was the sexiest woman in the world and he didn't hide his desire for me either. He wanted to fuck me from the moment he walked in the door and he let you and me both know it. If thinking all week about partying with him had us as excited as we were, it wasn't difficult to understand why he was ready and rearing to go. He knew before he arrived that I was going to have sex with him, so I gave up all pretense and encouraged his every advance, as eager as he to release the desire that had kept me (and you) so excited all week.

Like you, he had that look. You know what that look does to me. You use it yourself when you want to fuck me really bad. Anyway, I like men looking at me like that. I get so hot and so aroused. I feel so sexy and desirable. It makes me hot when I know a good looking guy I just met really wants to screw me. So, when Calvin pressed my body against him and fondled me the first time we danced, I was his for the taking. I didn't say it, but I knew it. And I'm sure you knew it too. It was like I had fallen temporarily in love with him, honey. I wanted him the way I wanted you that night in the moonlight when we were first falling in love. I enjoyed teasing Calvin, flirting with him, watching you and him both getting harder and harder. The honeymoon-like excitement made me feel like we were newly weds again. It was unbelievable how we kept orgasming together as we rode a complete stranger's passion to a re-newed passion of our own.

Honey, I never imagined in my wildest fantasies that getting whore fucked by a big dicked blackman right in front of you would be one of the best sexual experiences of our lives. I know you couldn't climax watching me get whore fucked and long dicked by a black stranger unless you were somehow fucking me too. And I didn't want you to stop. I loved you fucking me with his thrilling black cock. And you loved it too, didn't you? That's why all we did all night was climax and marvel at how deliciously wonderful doing it was.

I felt just like I feel when you're fucking me, honey. I felt like you were inside me right along with him. I felt like I was fucking you both. I know what it feels like when you're inside me, and that's exactly what it felt like when Calvin was putting it to me last night. I know that sounds crazy since you were beside the bed - not on it, but I swear Calvin's black cock felt exactly like your cock feels, only bigger. And, honey, for some reason, seeing you as hard and fully aroused as he was, only made me hotter.

Before I knew it, I was relishing his stretching penetrations, responding to him completely, enjoying his hardness inside me, and anticipating the jets of cum I knew he was going to ejaculate into me. I got lost in the mindless lust that gripped us all. I willingly gave myself to Calvin, moaning with pleasure everytime he buried his large black cock inside me. The harder and deeper he rammed it, the better it felt until I was cumming almost everytime he pushed it into me. You were watching us, the... whispering... urging me to "give it to him", remember? When we all started climaxing at the same time, the top of my head just sailed completely off. It's unbelievable how gratifying it was to feel Calvin's seed exploding deep inside my body and you shooting off beside the bed at the same time. Its was like I had both your cocks in me at the same time and I was giving my all to both of them.

I liked it, honey. I really liked it. I liked him getting turned by you watching him do it to me. He liked fucking your wife right in front of your eyes as much as I liked fucking him with you watching me. As whorish as spreading my legs for a complete stranger was, you being there made it more arousing than ever. I got so hot seeing you all hard and excited that I wanted to keep his black cock in my pussy all night long. But most of all I liked the way we shared it, honey. Thanks to you, we experienced something new and totally wonderful. You made me feel good about what I wanted and showed me how we could get it together just like the old days. I guess one new thing in sex makes everything new again. I haven't felt as hot and sexy and wildly in love with you like that since our honeymoon. Do you remember how you used to threaten me with the "high, hard one" during sex back when? Well, last night you finally gave it to me, you sexy man! It was sex like we've never had it and I want to have it like that again real soon.

Telling you how I feel is really difficult because all the words that describe sexual feelings are the same. Words don't always tell the same story your emotions are trying to convey, either. The only way I can tell you how I feel about you, and blackmen, and 3ways, and doing it with other men right in front of you, is just to say, I enjoyed the new sexual position we tried last night. As much as I love doggie fasion sex, I think I like the position we tried last night just as much, if not more. Having Calvin between us like that produced multiple, and quite delightful orgasms for us both as well as for Calvin. It was like doing it together the first time all over again!

Love you bunches, Evelynn

PS: If last night with Calvin was as good for you as it was for me, I've got a feeling the "High Hard One," is going to be our favorite sexual position from now on. xoxoxoxo.

Dear Mrs "weluvdoingit"

I was young and horny and looking for a thrill. I answered your ad in the Cavern just for kicks. Figuring you would know somehow, I admitted that I had never been with a white woman before. I told you being with a white woman was a fantasy of mine just like sleeping with a blackman was a fantasy of yours....his? You both liked pretending we were all 1st timers, especially you, sweetie. You said you hoped you could live up to my expectations about white women. I told you if you looked as good as your photos, you didn't have to worry about that. You giggled like a schoolgirl and I envisioned you blushing as your husband took over the conversation.

He laid it all out for me, explaining that he would be there, watching, and maybe taking some photos. He said he wasn't gay and wasn't interested in anything except watching me have sex with his wife...you. Fueled by 22 year old harmones, my fantasy desire for a white woman, and the ego boosting prospect of screwing her right in front of her husband, I took a chance and agreed to drive down to your place and get a motel room. That was the best, and the most gratifying decision I ever made.

Mrs "welovdoingit" - I want to thank you for some of the best sex I've ever had with anyone, black or white or any other color. Just looking at you made my dick hard. And your genuine, heartfelt responses aroused more than I've ever been aroused before. Your desire to please me and your willingness to do so kept me hard and throbbing all night long. Your spontaneous enthusiasm was contaigous and I really had a good time. My dick's hard right now just thinking that night. I don't know what I expected exactly but the magnetism that developed between us that night is stronger than anything I've ever felt for a woman before.

Now, don't get excited and think the worst. I'm not interested in coming between you and your husband. I know you love him and he loves you. I'm just saying, we loved each other that night. It started out just fucking but after the second time, it was different. We made love to each other repeatedly, after that, without any coaxing from your husband and no objections from him either. He actually had an orgasm while he was watching you suck me off and swallow my cum, remember?

I remember you asked me what was funny when I really hammering your tight pussy into the mattress, and grinning at the same time. I was too busy ejaculating inside your sweet pussy to answer you then, but, now, looking back, I'm sure it was the sight of your orgasming husband, wanking away as he bounced around beside us on the bed. I almost laughed out loud a couple times. The irony af him bouncing around on the undulating mattress, bouncing with us as I fucked you hard and fast with with a black cock nearly twice the size of the little stiffy he was so happily stroking. At the time, I thought he looked pathetic and silly. I took a lot of pleasure out him watching you give yourself to me so completely. I felt like I was better in bed than he was. So I guess I was grinning with pleasure!

I liked it best at sunrise, didn't you? I liked the way your were flattered, pleased and aroused when I woke up hard. I liked fucking you with him lying beside us in the bed. He really enjoyed jerking off while I fucked you and pumped you full of black cum again. Oh, yes - You told me you loved me as we climaxed, remember? You whispered it in my ear several times as you gyrated and stained under me that morning.

I didn't take it out of context or anything. I know you did mean eternally, like romantic love, but sexually, you loved me. At that moment in time, in that place, under those circumstances, it was safe to love me so you did. Its was orgasmic magic for all three of us. You know it was. We couldn't get enough of each other. You loved having me deep inside you like that. I could feel you wanting it again when I kissed you goodbye. You didn't want it to end. Even a sexy white woman like you can't fake something like that.

I'm saying all this because I want you to know how much I enjoyed myself with you and your husband. You are everything I ever imagined about sex with a white woman and then some. Thank you for getting together with me and I sincerely hope we can all get together again from time to time. Love isn't hard to find but the kind of sexual magic we generate together is. Sex and love are not the same thing but loving sex is quite possible when the chemistry is like ours is.

I don't mean to be pushy or anything. I'd just like to see you again. Talk to your husband about and give me a call if you've got a free weekend and want to visit me in Pittsburg. I would love to show you around and show you off while your husband watches everything from afar. I want to wine you and dine you and take you dancing. If we decide to have sex afterward, I can promise you I'll be hard. I'm really anxious to get reacquainted with that hairy little tunnel between your soft, white legs, Mrs. "weluvdoingit" So, give me a call sometime.

Sincerely yours.

Blkmeat4uinPa