After we started partying with blacks, she became so totally immersed in the life style she wanted to put out for them at allas much if not more than I did. In no time, she was giving like minded black guys all the married white pussy they could handle....... anyway, and everyway they wanted it. She's a sexy married white woman who admits that she loves spreading her legs for blacks, especially with her husband (me) watching. She likes putting on a show for me and she always gives everything she has when there was a blackman between her legs. She hates disappointing me, or him and she's a total, cum loving slut when we're 3waying with a blackman.

Sometimes she propositions'em on the street with me standing right there beside her. She likes being the kind of blackcock whorewife I want her to be and the kind of trashy white slut that other guys want to fuck the minute they see her.

I suppose I always suspected she might be screwing on the side without telling me. Why she did it and why she kept it from me is anybody's guess. Maybe she just needed something of her own..something I wasn't a part of... At any rate, his name was Chris "the hammer" Akins and my wife fucked him without my knowledge or consent for over 6 months in 2003. She covered her tracks so cleverly that I might never have known if Chris, himself hadn't come to my office that Friday in August. I was working late at the office and he just walked right up and introduced himself. He said he'd been fucking my wife for several months and wondered if I'd be interested in watching him fuck her sometime. I feigned indignity, trying to hide the rigid erection that sprang up in my pants as soon as he mentioned fucking my wife. I chastised him for saying such a thing , but he saw right thru it, saying she told him I liked watching her with other guys and he just thought I might want to watch him fuck her too. The hardon trying to burst outta my pants told him all he needed to know. He waited while I closed up then I followed him to near-by motel where he claimed Brenda was going to meet him.

We smoked a doobie while we waited and he told me how sexy and hot he thought my wife was, He said she had the best white pussy he'd ever had his cock in and smirked as he saw how excited his words were making me. I was squeezing my stiffy in anticipation when I heard a knock at the door. He told me to hide in the shower as he went to let her in. I wasn't completely convinced that Chris was telling me the truth until I heard her voice. Then I knew she really was fucking him behind my back. It puzzled me and disappointed me, but my dick was still as hard as a crowbar, anticipating what was to come. I couldn't wait to tiptoe out there and see his black dick buried to the balls in my wife's white pussy. Nothing gets me off like seeing her give that white pussy to a big dicked black stud.

I held my breath when she came into the bathroom. I shrunk down behind the curtains and prayed she wasn't going to shower. I knew if she opened that shower curtain, I was toast. Luckily, she just freshened her make-up and took a whiz. Listening to her piss made me think about her pussy, and thinking about her pussy made me think about Chris and the black cock he was waiting to stick in her. When she dosed the bathroom light and reentered the main room, I was as happy as he was . I over heard their pre-coital whispers and the rustle of their clothing being removed. I heard the murmurs and urgings as kissing and fondling heightened their passion and increased their desire. When I heard my wife urging him to fuck her, I slipped out of the shower and crept into the main room. I was stroking my stiff cock in anticipation as I peeked around the corner and saw them on the bed.

My wife's head rested on Chris' abdomen. She was sucking his black cock, lifting and fondling his hairy black balls at the same time. She was naked and she looked whiter that white with his black hands all over her ass and titties as she tried to swallow his big dick. Again my wife urged him to fuck her, pulling his hand down between her parted thighs, pressing it against the wet triangle between her legs. "I'm so wet," she whispered, releasing his cock and spreading out on the bed, whorishly. "I want you! I want that black dick!" she moaned as he set himself between her legs and stabbed his thick black rod into the depths of her married white pussy.

As he entered her, she lifted her legs, bending them at the knee, opening herself completely so he could get it all the way in her. Kneeling, afraid to get caught watching them, I masturbated myself to a terrific orgasm watching his black dick pound into my wife's white pussy again and again. As I was ejaculating all over the carpet, Chris buried his black dick to the balls and stiffened between my wife's legs. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she babbled in orgasmic delight as he pumped a huge load of creamy hot cum into her spasming vaginal canal. When the screaming was done and their breathing slowed, Chris rolled off of her. I caught a quick glimpse of her gaping pussyhole and his sticky cum leaking out of her as I ducked below bed level to avoid being seen.

Unable to return to the bathroom, I crawled around to the side Chris was on and waited for him to help me escape. After all, my being there was his idea. But, instead of helping me, he taunted me, asking my wife if her husband knew she was in a cheap motel fucking him, and sucking his black cock? He asked her if hubby knew how often she was fucking him, and, if he knew what a blackcock loving whore she was. After coercing her into professing her undying love for his big, black dick and admitting that no one ever fucked her and made he cum like he did, he patted her bare ass and told her to go freshen up for round two. She said she was already ready for round two and started fondling his limp cock. When it started to harden, she released it, saying she really should freshen up. Despite his protests, she disappeared around the corner and into the bathroom.

I was up before the door closed, anxious to get out of there, but Chris wanted me to stay.

He said if I stood behind the floor length window curtains, I'd be able to watch them without her even knowing I was there. When I hesitated, he said, "We both know your wife loves you more than anything. I can't compete with that. But you're not all she loves, man. She loves this too!" He emphasized the latter by shaking his large cock. Even soft, his black cock was impressive, dangling down in his boxers like a thick cucumber. Having just witnessed my better half's multiple orgasms when he was fucking her, I had to agree that she liked fucking him...wanted to fuck him.

Just then, my freshly fucked and obviously still horny wife floated out of the bathroom in the sexiest garters and hose hooker outfit I'd ever seen. It fit her curvy body perfectly, emphasizing her milky white 36B breasts, her flat stomach, and the mesmerizing swell of her heart shaped ass. "You ready to fuck me again" she teased. "I want to know if it was really that good the 1st time or just beginners luck."

As she stepped up beside him and patted his shoulder, Chris said something about how sexy she looked. Then, as he pulled her into his arms, tongue kissing her and fondling her breasts. "It won't no beginner's luck", he told her, as he slipped his fingers inside the legband of her panties. He played with her pussy while he tongued her ear and feasted on the side of her offered neck. Her hands found the bulge between his legs. She fondled his thick erection and stroked it rapidly. When she dropped to her knees, his large black cock sprang up from his crotch so suddenly, it whacked her under the chin. Pre-cum, glistening like diamonds in the room lights, was already oozing from the thick ebony tip. His black cock twitched and jerked with anticipation as she grasped it in her small white hands and started licking the pre-cum off the tip. "Suck it, baby" he urged, pulling at her head. As she opened her mouth and let her ovaled red lips glide down over the shiney head of Chris' big cock, he looked right at my hiding place and smiled in triumph as my fully arroused wife started sucking his dick.

As she fastened her lips tightly around his thick shaft and started sucking, Chris groaned with pleasure. He grabbed the sides of my wife's busy head, entwining his fingers in her thick auburn hair as he flexed his hips and pushed his black dick so far into her mouth and throat that she started to gag and choke. He ignored the panicked look on her face, clearly amused by the fear in her eyes. "Swallow it, baby," Chris said, pulling her head as he forced his 9+ inch cock even further into her mouth. With her throat blocked by his thick cock, she couldn't breathe and I knew had to do something.

"Its the head, bitch! Chris shouted. "Swallow the head and then breathe!" I heard myself silently agreeing with him, urging her to swallow his black dick...too deep throat him! Gasping for breath through her nose, she fought the panic and relaxed her throat, swallowing as instructed. The last 3 or so inches of Chris' cock disappeared instantly and he forced it deeper. His penetration didn't stop until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. I could hear her breathing again despite having all 9+ inches of his black cock pushed into her throat. Chris held his cock all the way in her mouth until she relaxed and realized that she wasn't going to choke any more. In fact, as her throat adjusted to his cock, my wife even started to suck him again.

That did it! Chris started pulling half way out and slamming back in like he was fucking her pussy instead of her mouth. I had heard about face fucking but I had never seen it until I saw Chris doing it to my wife. Her face was all red and her cheeks were distended, but her lips stayed tight around his cock as he fucked it into her throat again and again. When he stiffened and held it all the way in, we all knew he was shooting his jism down her throat but he told us about it anyway. "Swallow and breathe, baby!," he said, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he shouted as he ejaculated for what seemed like forever. Everytime his ass clinched, another blast of sticky semen exploded in her mouth and down her throat, but she was into now and she kept pace, swallowing his spurting juices like she was drinking the nectar of the gods. As she reached an unexpected orgasm of her own and then another, she downed every drop of juice Chris gave her. She was practically glowing with pride and gratification.

Behind the curtain, peeking like an adolescent, I masturbated non stop as he got hard again and fucked her doggie style. The erotic sound of their bodies colliding as he pounded into her aroused me almost as much as they way her big titties swayed back and forth everytime he rammed it in. Her arms finally collapsed under her, causing her naked white ass to elevate. She buried her face in the mattress and savored every thrust of Chris' relentless black cock as he took advantage of the improved angle of entry and really started ramming it to her. "Fuck my white pussy," she shrieked, trembling and shaking with orgasmic delight as he exploded inside her yet again. The way she backed up for his big cock and rolled her sexy ass against him as he ejaculated into her depths, tripped my trigger again and I shot off all over the curtains.

Unfortunately, my climax moved and shook the draperies, revealing my presence. Though shocked and surprised, my wife wasn't embarassed or ashamed in the least. In fact, she grinned and asked me what I was doing hiding in there. Chris diplomatically excused himself, saying he had to go but would call later to see how everything was. My cock was still hard despite my orgasms and I wanted to fuck her more than I had ever wanted to fuck her in my life. I told her how sexy she looked with that black dick in her as I pinned her to the bed where she had just fucked Chris and started fucking her myself. I could feel his cum clinging to the shaft of my cock as I pumped it as deep as I could into her stretched and used pussy. "I'm glad you were here,"she moaned, lifting her hips and arching her legs further apart. "I love it when you watch me."

We fucked like rabbits for several days as she told me about some of times she had opened her legs for Chris behind my back. In spite of my anger at her deception, her whorishness and the thought of her taking his big cock so many times fueled the fires of my own twisted desires, exciting me more than it angered me. For some reason, knowing she was fucking him only made me hotter...only made me want to fuck her more.

He was staying at the Westin Hotel, and since I had a car I offered to pick him up and drive to dinner. His request for my outfit was a skirt without panties, and to show some cleavage. I chose a black skirt, knee length, with a slit up the thigh, black boots (it was winter, and my legs were going to be cold), and a low cut top which strained under the swell of my fairly large breasts. A jacket over the top and I was good to go.

We had reservations at an Asian fusion restaurant, which had both indoor and outdoor seating. The outdoor seating was on a patio with heat lamps, a large booth tucked away in the corner. This is where he chose for us to sit. We ordered some drinks and began to look at the menu. We were discussing the various food preparations and making small talk when I felt his hand on my thigh under the table. The table cloth barely came down to my legs, and from the right vantage point one could easily see him touching me. My napkin on my lap, I spread my legs slightly so he could reach me. He began to stroke my outer lips which were soft and silky, and as my pussy juice started to flow and I could feel myself getting sticky on the seat the waiter walked over to take our order. At that exact moment he found my clit, and between trying to breathe and trying not to give us away, calling upon every ounce of self control I had I asked the waiter to give us a few more minutes to decide.

Laughing under his breathe he asked me what was wrong. "Nothing wrong" I said. "Just wasn’t expecting all that." "‘Do you mind?" he asked me, and I smiled.... "No, I don’t mind at all. It felt really good as a matter of fact.." And with that, his hand returned under the table. This time when the waiter returned to take our order I was more in control and despite the distractions I was able to place my order.

Salads arrived and we began to eat. We shared bites of different things, him always having a hand between my legs or my knees spread. It made dinner a challenge, because I knew I was sitting there with my pussy hanging out, but it was a huge turn on as well. I could see the bulge in his pants that let me know he was pleased with both my appearance and my performance. We had another drink and decided to head back to the room to get more comfortable. During the drive back he again kept my knees spread, and when we pulled into the valet at the hotel his hand was again down between my legs playing with my pussy. We walked into the hotel lobby and all eyes were on us. I don’t know if they could tell what we were doing or what we were going to do, but they sure were watching. In the elevator he lifted my skirt and spread my pussy lips so the cool air hit my warmth, and my knees bent on their own accord as I leaned against him for my balance. We walked down the hall to the room and I sat on the bed, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to. Once in the room he placed towels around the door jam so we could smoke one without getting caught.

Lighting up we shared a few tokes, and then our play turned serious. Sitting in a chair he pulled me in front of him and lifted my skirt again, my pussy now at eye level. He gently pushed my legs apart so he could see me clearly, and pulled back on the hood of my clit so he could blow gentle puffs of air against it. My hands found his head and guided him towards me, and then I felt his tongue softly licking me, tasting me, exploring me. His hands grabbed my ass and he buried his head between my legs, one thigh draped over his shoulder, tormenting me with a good, slow tongue fucking. His nose rubbed on my clit and my knees began to shake, but he was far from letting me cum then.

He pulled me over to the bed and turned me around, facing away from him. My skirt lifted up over my ass and standing bent over in just my heels he rubbed my butt cheeks, one at a time, massaging them, squeezing them, spreading them, and then he spanked me hard, one time. The sting made me cry out, the pain made my pussy wet, and my face went down into the bed. Standing behind me he reached down and continued to play with my pussy lips, every once in a while inserting a finger deep inside of me, sometimes one in my ass, sometimes reaching further underneath and pinching my nipples. My ass was wiggling all over the place, straining to escape from his touch at the same time straining to feel him touch me. He pulled my breasts out from my bra and pinched my nipples again, the jolt going straight to my clit. I started rocking back and forth, fucking an imaginary dick, my ass straight up in the air, pussy all spread open.

He walked away. He sat down and lit the joint again. He put some music on the CD player. He lit a candle. He got undressed. He sat back down in the chair. I stayed bent over the bed so he could see what was waiting for him.

Finally I heard him get up again, and he walked over and smacked me one more time. I yelled out from the sting, and then he was licking where he had hit me, kissing it, sucking on it, making the pain a distant memory. One hand was playing with my clit and his tongue made its way to my asshole. I had cleaned myself out really well in anticipation of some anal sex, so I was ready for him to fuck me there too. After a thorough tongue job, he did not disappoint me.

I felt the head of his dick against my asshole, pushing gently, trying to find its way in without hurting me. I was a little anxious and couldn’t keep myself relaxed for him, so he told me to start playing with my clit while he played with my titties. As I stroked my clit he poured some lube over my ass and pussy, and after inserting first one finger and then two fingers inside of me, he ever so slowly entered me, waiting for me to adjust to his width, letting me relax so he could go in a little deeper, eventually getting all the way in. He stood there and let me control the rhythm, and we started fucking, long, slow, deep strokes all the way to the base of his dick. He had one hand on my shoulder pulling me back towards him as he watched his darkness slide in and out of my tight pink asshole. I felt myself start to cum and began to work my clit a little harder, anticipating that huge orgasm that comes from anal sex, so different from vaginal sex. He felt me begin to spasm and started stroking faster and harder, and as I came on his dick he shot his load deep into my ass.

We fell onto the bed and rested for a minute, then he got up and got us some wash rags to clean up with. As he wiped me clean and dry he licked me again, and I shuddered as his tongue worked its magic on my aching pussy. I still wanted to fuck and he could tell. He needed a little while to recover, but that was fine with me because all the while he teased and taunted and tormented my aching, aching pussy. He would get me so hot I would want to cum and then just stop, leaving me so close to cumming I wanted to scream. After amusing himself like this for about 30 minutes he was ready again, and we lay down on the bed and introduced ourselves to each other from the front.

We kissed deeply, his tongue swirling in my mouth, me sucking on his tongue, my hands reaching down between his legs to find him hard and ready again. I made my way down his body and took his dick in my mouth, getting familiar with its shape and texture, size and taste. I was able to deep throat him a few times, enough to get him rock hard, and then I slowly slid down his shaft until he was buried deep inside my steaming pussy. We danced the dance of lovers, learning the way we moved together, finding the better positions, never rushing, only enjoying. Front to front, front to back, 69, legs spread wide, legs held close, him on top, me on top, we fucked for hours in every position imaginable, until finally we were satisfied, and laying down next to each other, not even needing to cum again, we drifted off to sleep.

Since that time we have made plans to meet on his next business trip; he says he comes to my town about once a year, sometimes twice, and I told him I would gladly be available for his pleasure next time around. It was certainly my pleasure too.

Now I am going to tell you the way I introduced Connie to my fantasy. A Friday night after we have got a dinner with wine and spirits, we did what we seldom have done for a long time, we went to bed. When the timing was correct I asked if she needed a "black butler" in the house. Some silent seconds passed, what a tension between us in that moment, then she said "Be careful and don't joke, maybe I will." Oh my God I thought, the first step has been taken and I am not able to turn back now. Then I told her a part of the truth, I have downloaded some pictures from the net and it really turned me on to see white women have sex with black guys. The similar white/white combination did not trigger anything in my mind any longer.

Then followed the discussion about our missing sexlife and what I have decided we could do about it. It was hard for her to believe what I suggested. Could she trust me? What about jealousy, would I back out and call her a whore to all our family and friends? My answer to these fair questions was that I could not tell before we had the situation right in front of us, but I loved her and I still wanted to be with her the rest of our lives, so in theory yes I would allow it, but in practice I could not tell her anything. What I did get out it this night was that she did not at all refuse the idea, it all depended on me. Clever woman, my wife, now the initiative was on my side again. She would try me now and see if I had the nerve to go on. Then she asked to see the pictures, what it was in our common life that has outnumbered her.

I was ready for that. I have carefully chosen some pictures to start with. All of them were passionate pictures of black males and white females in tight contact, with deep kisses, nude pictures which clearly showed how big these black dicks could be. The expression in the women's faces of pure lust and submission as they got their pussies penetrated and wildly. Long time Connie said nothing, she just looked and looked. "You've got a point" then she said. "These black guys can do something quite extraordinary to white females. Maybe I should try it."

I went for another bottle of wine which we drank as we for the first time for a long period had good sex together. Her inner whore was free and she enjoyed it as she never had done before. I heard her say something about this black butler and how she would like to spend whole days in bed doing nothing but be entertained.

The decisive factor now was how she would react next morning; normally she would be very shameful. And what about myself? For the very first time my fantasy could turn into reality. Could I really handle it? One thing I was sure about was that if I backed out, Connie could tell me how pathetic I was when I preferred porno on the internet instead of the real thing. If Connie was turned on now, I really had no way to escape. I would be pathetic and perhaps she would do it anyway even without my knowledge and permission.

No way, I would not be that kind of guy. If she wanted to try the black experience, I would like to be the guy who she could boast about, because I have given her permission and encouraged her. I would see the development if she got more and more hooked, one day hear her tell the black guys that she needed to get fucked so badly. I would see how black dicks penetrate and disappear into her mouth. See how sex again would become a passion for her, see how she would enjoy to be nasty and be my own personal pornomodel. I would see how she got familiar with her inner slut and learn to love this side of her mind and not surpress it and be unhappy.

Next day when she was fully awake I told her that I meant what I have said about "the black butler". I had to be very careful now, because I wanted to have the initiative, and to get that I could not allow myself to say anything wrong. Therefore all I said was that I thought we should get that butler for her as soon as possible. Enjoy ourselves again in the evening, see some more pictures and search the net for a date. Our main problem was that we live in a small society with no black people, so we had to travel for it to some anonymous big city. We therefore had to put a strategy together. She was glad I took this initiative, because with her traditional grown up background she could not do it openly herself. "If I shall do this", she said, "From the pictures you showed me, I know what I want. Much more sex, but what about you? What do you get out of it?"

I nearly heard music in my ears, because the answer was easy for me to give. "As long as you only want a lot of sex and don't bring falling in love with black guys into it, I think I can handle my feelings, I will even go a bit further and will say it's ok if you have more that one black man at the same time, then you will have all the pure and rough sex you can get, if that's what you want." I had not shown her any nasty pictures of white women being gangbanged by black guys. White women surrounded by black dicks having them in their pussies, mouths and the backdoor at the same time. Black dicks filling their mouths with cum which they happily enjoy. This fantasy was not far away from Connie's innocent mind, but she was not ready for it yet. Hopefully it would soon start to grow in her mind. But if I started to talk about that and showed her any pictures of this, she would back down immediately.

Another suggestion was that we could find some other white couples on the net with the same interest and perhaps meet them on a holiday trip. I also told her that she could find inspiration herself on the net. Perhaps find another woman with experience, who could guide her, because we had to do it right the first time. It was important that Connie was handled with care, so it did not develop into a bad experience. She should not be forced into anything she did not like. In that way our marriage would continue as a happy marriage and we should not spend the rest of our lives to blame each other for a lot of things.

And she bought it. In the evening we had sex again. After that evening nothing more happened. I had to do something so the process did not stop. Therefore the next week I began to send her emails with passionate pictures, and asked her to pass her remarks on. The reaction was positive and then something began to happen. At first her remarks were very short, but gradually they became longer. Her fantasy about passionate kisses between nude black men with ironhard dicks and white women had start working. "Send me more pictures, I like what I see. Why don't you send me more intercourse pictures? I also want to see pictures of the most hung guys you can find." The answers to these pictures started to be a bit nasty: "Would you like to see me naked in his arms, wondering what he soon after will do to me with that dick". All I could reply was "Do you think you can handle it?" "Size does matter, they say J", was the answer, "And I want to know if it's true." Connie has got her own secret fantasy now about the black experience and she shared it with me. She had fun doing this.

Nothing could be better, but her fantasy had to be nursed and developed even more, so I took the step a bit further. The next question from me was: "What will you do to him so you deserve his big cock to penetrate, stretch you tight pussy, fuck you for hours and give you the multiple orgasms, you never have had before? Something like this?" Attached to the letter was the first nasty picture of a sexy dressed white woman with hot painted lips, tightly surrounding a big black cock halfway inside her mouth, and with some semen running down from her chin. "Can you handle to be as nasty as this?" I asked myself how she would react to the word "deserve" and "nasty".

The answer told me she has started to become even more hooked on her fantasy. A fantasy which now also included a lust to start to be nasty. She told me that if she liked the black guy she should meet one day, yes she would consider to offer him her mouth and handle his dick as it was a lollipop or a chocolate ice. Perhaps she should ask him to teach her some lessons in cocksucking, and other nasty things. What did I mean about that? (She has only offered me blowjobs once. That was when we had only known each other a short time. I just put my cock into her mouth that time and fucked her. When she later told me she did not like oral sex it just stopped. I would not lose her because of that. Looking in the rear mirror it was a mistake, if I have notcied then how submissive she was, our sexlife would have developed completely in a different direction. But then she perhaps not has been my sweet and loving wife, I would like to marry).

In my mind I would like to ask her if that included anal sex and serving his black friends too, but right now it was a bit too early to. Instead I told her it was time to move on to react to some adverts from black men, who were looking for white couples or single women. In other words, playing with our fantasy, we should start to include other persons. I was excited about how she would react to conversations with black guys.

Continues with Connie's story next time.

I was in a pissy mood, mad at my kid, mad at my job, mad at my world... I needed to de-stress, so I went to meet my friend at the club. Nice club we have, you can sit outside, smoke and drink and still hear the music. It was a bit of a cool day, misting at times, and there was limited covered seating. My friend is maybe 5'6" or so, short dark red hair - maybe copper colored - with brown eyes from Argentina. Me, I’m a true shawtie, 5'2", blonde and green eyed. She’s taller and more conservative in her dress. She had on jeans and a tank top, jean jacket. I’m muscular and a bit more of a tease. I wore a short skirt, thong, boots, a low cut top, and no bra - with a short fitted jacket. We saw a fine black man sitting in the one and only gazebo area by himself, so we imposed ourselves upon his solitude. He didn’t mind, actually bought us a drink, and the three of us sat and talked. We had a smoke, and even hit a joint for a minute on the down low while nobody was around.

After a bit we decided to go inside and dance. There had been a group of three brothers and a white woman hanging around outside, and when we got up to leave they asked if they could take over the gazebo. Jokingly I said sure, but they had to share when we came back. No problem. Got inside and it was hot and stuffy because of the weather. My friend was dancing and I was not feeling it still, so I went outside, and wandered over to the gazebo. I asked them if I could hang out and they invited me to join their group. They were a group of contractors in town to do some work on one of the Navy ships, and the woman had known one of the men from previous, so they had made plans to hook up and the other two were just along for the ride. Turns out that that night they were memorializing one of their friends who had died the week before, suddenly, at work. He had gone into his office and fell over dead with a huge heart attack. So, the alcohol flowed, the cigars were smoked, toasts were made over and over to R***, and memories were shared. Money was not an issue this night, and every round was bought and paid for in cash by one of the men. R*** had been their brother.

Eventually another of my friends showed up, a biracial woman Italian and Black, who looks Hispanic if anything. She is so over being asked if she is Hispanic. She has a big booty, big full lips, curly hair, a broad nose, very typical Black features, just lighter skinned, olive colored in fact. She tends to get a little out of line once she starts drinking, but it doesn’t slow her down one bit. She hung out as well, and her and one of the guys hit it off. The Argentinean woman came back and she was talking to the third guy. Me, I was doing my usual... sitting back and watching, waiting to see what goes on. I don’t often jump into the middle of anything. Now there are seven of us, four women and three men. The first woman and the guy who knew each other left together, to go back to her house. The others hung out. My friend from Argentina ended up getting sick from drinking too much, so shortly thereafter she ended up leaving, but she never told anybody until she was on her way home and called from the car. Silly woman.

Anyways, by the end of the night it was me and S*** and the two guys. They suggested we go back to their place to party on, and of course we said yes. By this time I was quite drunk, quite high, and truth be told, not even thinking about sex. S and D were another story. They were touching, feeling, kissing, hugging, and pretty much had decided that they were going to go home together. But then, all of a sudden, S told me how much she liked this guy T*** that she had met recently and had been dating, and that she really wanted things to work with him and please don’t let her forget that. He worked downtown as a bouncer and she was supposed to meet him after work at about 2:30 am when he got off.

Anyways, we left the club, I followed them to their crib, and oh my God, how awesome it was. A loft in downtown San Diego, equipped to the max. Leather couches, a full on kitchen, an upstairs with a bed and a bathroom, the main floor with a second bed and a bathroom, underground parking... hell we were invited to Easter dinner! Anyways, D and S got busy on the couch, and me and LA were sitting there talking, rolling blunts, getting high, just kicking it. Just as D and S got ready to get serious I noticed where they were at, and also noticed what time it was, and said to S ‘hey girl, don’t forget about T. You told me you really liked him and wanted this to work with hi’. I wasn’t trying to blow D’s game, but S is my girl, and my allegiance goes to her first. Turns out D is married and his wife is one of those who won’t do certain things, so when he travels he finds a lover... he had nothing to say to S about her actions because he was guilty of the same. Anyways, she told him she would go meet T and then maybe come back. He walked her to the car, spent a long time with her in the parking garage, and finally came back and crashed on the smaller bed.

Me and LA were still just hanging out. He was cool to talk to, we had similar views on lots of things, and it was all good. He was kind of cute, a little turned up nose, lean and a little thuggish, having been in jail for whatever... I didn’t ask. Eventually we decided to go lay down, and out of the blue, started making out. There had been no hint whatsoever previously that anything was going to happen between us, at least not on my part, and I didn’t feel him flirting at all. We were just kicking it, and one thing led to another.

He took off his shirt and shoes and we lay down on the bed upstairs. D was snoring downstairs. Turns out this man had been checking me out all night and was very slick about it. Asked me about my toe nails, if they matched my fingernails. Asked me if I was wearing panties. Asked me if I made it a habit to wear short shirts and boots. Very aware and observant, as I am, and it was yet another commonality we shared. He undressed me slowly, sliding my top over my head, kissing me all the while, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders, unbuckling my belt and sliding it off. Licking his lips he then licked my nipples with his warm tongue, causing me to catch my breath as the cool air hit them. He got up from the bed and removed my boots, rubbing my feet as he did. Working his way up my legs he unsnapped and unzipped my skirt, sliding it down to the floor, touching and feeling my legs, and finally, he slipped my thong off so I was butt naked. He was still wearing his pants, and he lay down next to me on the bed. I let him explore me, laying still and allowing him to look and touch and taste.

Finally he removed his pants, yet kept his boxers on. He slipped down between my legs and began to make love to my pussy with his mouth. I had just gotten waxed so my entire pussy was soft and silky smooth. His tongue moved from side to side to up and down to in and out and back and forth and with my hands on his head all I could do was hold on for dear life. He stuck a finger inside of me and started to finger fuck me as he ate me, and when he found my g spot I lost control and came in his mouth. I was quite surprised, because he had asked me if I came easily and to be honest I don’t, and not with strangers, because I don’t trust. For some reason, I trusted this man with the very essence of whom I am as a woman.

Anyways, I digress. After I came he asked me if I would give him head, and of course I was happy to reciprocate. I came to love sucking his dick, as he is the kind of man who will just lay there and let you do what you want. He doesn’t force it down your throat, he doesn’t make you gag, he doesn’t come quickly, he just experiences it and enjoys it. He removed his boxers and I rolled a condom over him - after all, we really didn’t know shit about each other, and he had been in prison, and who knows what kind of life he had before, so I was pretty adamant about a condom - anyways, I sucked his dick for maybe an hour, loving the way he responded to my tongue and my hands even with the condom on, taking his balls in my mouth one at a time and then both together, hearing him moan and watching him watching me. He told me it was the best head he had ever had in his life, and I told him ‘that’s because you’re dealing with a woman, not a girl’. Oh, I neglected to tell you, he is 30, and I am 48. I look to be in my mid-to-late 30's, however. Some say 35, some say 38.

Anyways, finally he told me he was going to cum, so I concentrated even more fully on satisfying him completely. I wanted to fuck him, and I knew there was a chance he would come and be through, but I wanted him to remember this for some time to come. After all, their contract was for three months, and I wanted a repeat of this one for sure. He stiffened up and came in my mouth (in the condom) and rolled over, catching his breath, lighting a cigarette, taking a drink, and finally coming back to me, kissing me, thanking me, kissing me again. I smiled and told him it was my pleasure, which indeed it was. We smoked another blunt, and glory be, his dick started to get hard again. Thank God for youth! Lol.... Or maybe it was the company....

He asked me if I had another condom, and I just happened to have one, and a small tube of lubricant. I wondered if he would fuck my ass. His dick was the perfect size, maybe 7 inches long, not too thick but definitely thick enough, the size to fit in without tearing your asshole or hurting you so bad you have to stop. I would ask him that later, though, right now I wanted to feel him in me. He rolled over and kissed me again, slipped the condom on, lifted my right leg up over his left shoulder and slid on in. He was amazed I could get my leg up that high - I’m very flexible, even at my age. Slowly he teased me with his dick, sliding in and out, stopping at the top, pushing at the bottom, not hurting me at all, fitting me nicely. We took our time and it was amazing. Where did this young man learn to fuck like this? Again, I didn’t ask. I was just grateful.

Eventually I ended up on top of him, leaning forward, and his dick was again rubbing against my g spot. My clit was rubbing on his pubic bone. My nipples were rubbing against his chest and he pinched them. My hair was hanging down over our faces as we kissed. He reached around and slapped my ass, and my orgasm started to build. I heard him say he was going to come, maybe four or five times he warned me, but I was in a place where it didn’t matter and I couldn’t stop. From the very tips of my toes I felt the wave roll up my body and as he stroked deeper and deeper I cried out as I came so hard and so completely that I about passed out on top of him. As it was I started to cry, emotion just pouring out of my body, sobbing quietly as he slid me over to his side, kissing my forehead and holding me close until I could regain my composure. It had been years since I had experienced anything like that. This young man with whom I entrusted my very core rocked my world. Who would have thought it possible? It was like a movie, only real life.

I never did get my ass fucked by him, but it really didn’t matter. He fell asleep and I got dressed in silence, letting myself out at 6 am, trying to make it home before my teenage son woke up at 6:15, so I could get him off to school like a good mom. If he ever knew where his mom had been just an hour earlier.........

30 minutes or so passed and the door swung open again. It was one of the soldiers, chocolate in flavor, who had changed out of his fatigues; wearing shorts and a tank top he was leaning over the fence watching us. There were only two single women, myself and another woman, and his attention was definitely focused on me. I was wearing a bikini, even though my tummy was hanging out a little, and his eyes were roaming up and down over my breasts and my thighs as I walked around the edge of the pool to meet him. With the fence between us I said hello, and he introduced himself as Tony. We chatted for a few minutes, and he asked if he could see me later. He told me his room number, 415, and said I should call him when I had time.

Well, one thing led to another, we all went to dinner and got drunk, and after being in the sun all day of course I fell asleep without calling him. Fortunately for me, I ran into him in the hotel lobby the following morning. He asked what happened and I explained, and he said he would give me another chance that night. I smiled and told him I would not let him down again.

After a hot day in the desert sun watching the ball game we returned to the hotel and went to the pool. We barbecued and sat outside eating chicken and ribs, and over dinner we decided to go to the bar across the parking lot that night. I called up to Tony’s room and left a message that I would be over there, and invited him to come join me for a drink. Figured a drink or two surely wouldn’t hurt to get me going for what I hoped would be a night of pleasure.

Went back to the room, showered, changed, picked out something somewhat conservative yet entirely accessible, a skirt with no panties, heels, and a camisole top that showed some cleavage but not too much. Being first dressed (didn’t take too long to put a skimpy outfit on) I went over to the bar. As I walked through the door I knew immediately I would not be staying there. A redneck bar with country western kareoke and dart boards on the walls is okay if you’re in that kind of mood, but I was out of town, away from home, hoping to have sex later on, and this place wasn’t cutting it. I had not heard back from Tony so I didn’t figure he would show up there anyways, so I went in search of something more to my liking. Try to find a bar that plays anything but rock or country in Yuma, Arizona.

After four stops I finally did find a place, and felt completely at home when I walked in. Some reggae was playing, they had a few pool tables, a nice mixed crowd of folks - mostly Black - but definitely more ethnically diverse than any place I had seen in town. After downing two vodka and waters I settled in to watch the crowd and see if there was anybody I might be interested in... but I kept thinking back to Tony, so after all of that I got in the car and drove the 15 minutes on the freeway to get back to the hotel. I called his room from the lobby and he invited me up.

He was laying in the bed waiting for me, all clean and lotioned and smelling good. I lay down next to him and he grabbed me and pulled me close, kissing me deeply as his hands found their way up my skirt to my naked ass. He took one cheek in each hand and started feeling me and squeezing me and doing that thing where you spread the ass cheeks so everything is exposed and then squeeze them back together again... my pussy got so wet that my inner thighs were damp, and as he rolled me over on top of him we could see ourselves in the reflection of the mirror directly over the bed. He pulled my skirt up so he could see my ass and reaching around stuck a finger in my pussy. I began to fuck his finger, sucking on his tongue, rubbing my breasts against his chest. My nipples got hard and were scraping against the fabric of my top, which he pulled off over my head. I sat up on him and rubbed myself up and down the length of his penis, feeling it get harder and harder as I worked it, pre-cum dripping out of the head. My hair ran over his body when I leaned forward to stroke his length, and his nipples got hard as well, especially when I started to lick them and suck on them.

He rolled me over on the bed and kissed me passionately, running a trail with his tongue down my neck to the nipple on one side while tweaking the other nipple with his fingers. He switched sides and sucked on my other nipple, running his free hand down my belly, over my skirt, to find my wetness. ‘Damn girl, you’re wet as hell!’ he murmured into my stomach. One hand slid back and forth over my pussy to my ass, cupping me, pressing up against me without entering me, while the other lifted my leg over his shoulder, and he proceeded to eat my pussy like it was a hot fudge sundae and he was a little boy. He licked and sucked and nibbled and stroked me until he had me yelling out - and I’m a fairly quiet lover for the most part, intense but quiet. Still and all, this man had it going on and he continued his skilled attention to my now swollen pussy, teasing my asshole with his finger, and all of a sudden out of nowhere (well, somewhere!) I came so hard and yelled out so loud I was surprised the neighbors didn’t knock on the wall!

Then and only then did he slide up on me and slowly insert his length into me, kissing me so I could taste myself on his lips, and started to fuck me slow and long. My pussy was so open for him, so wet and swollen and ready, he hit bottom without any difficulty and we proceeded to fuck for hours. He was rock hard the entire time, and as we changed positions over and over and found new ways to pleasure each other, his favorite was with me kind of on my side, him coming from behind me, my top leg up over his shoulder, and him stroking me deeply while we watched in the mirror. His hands played with my titties while my own reached down and alternated between squeezing his balls and rubbing my clit. As he got deeper and deeper into his rhythm I could feel, or maybe even sense, a change in his stroking, and finally he let himself go so that he could pretty much pound my pussy and get to where he needed to be to cum. I held on to his balls and rubbed that spot behind them which is so sensitive each time he pushed in to me, and each time he pulled out my hand squeezed his shaft, so he had constant pressure all over his dick, and not too long after that I felt his cum building up and his dick get harder still, if that was even possible, as he got ready to explode.

We had not even talked about a condom, and by that time it was way too late, so I asked him to cum on me instead of in me - which I know isn’t always as good, but it’s the next best thing when you’re that close. I pulled his head down close to kiss him, and as I sucked on his tongue he thrust into me several more times and then pulled out, shooting a huge load of cum onto my stomach. We rested for a few minutes, caught our breath, and then I got up, put on my shirt, pulled down my skirt and left - his cum was dripping down my leg as I walked to the elevator, hoping at 4 am that nobody else was on it. I slipped into my room, my son was still asleep in his bed, and I cleaned up and went to sleep myself. Tony made a long, hot trip to Yuma even hotter, that’s for sure :)

When we went to Aruba for a week we were 44 and 27, had been married for over 4 years and had been together for nearly 7 years. We had already enjoyed many very kinky adventures together and with others. We are both sexually "straight" and had gravitated from classic swinging with other couples into what works best for us: meeting sexually aggressive straight men for MFM threesomes or in groups for gangbangs - and meeting experienced dominant/sadistic straight men for S/M action.

We flew to Aruba out of DFW airport (we live between Tulsa and Dallas, in southeastern Oklahoma), through San Juan, and on into Oranjestaad, the capital (and only) city on the small island. We stayed at the Sonesta Hotel and Beach Resort on the main coastal road in downtown Oranjestaad. The hotel was beautiful but would not have been our first choice since access to the "Beach Resort" part required boarding one of the hotel's open boats in the tiny "harbour" of the lower lobby, and boating out through the canal under the main coastal road into the city's harbour and across some open water to an offshore island which had been very nicely (and expensively) converted to a beach resort by Sonesta. We were at the Sonesta because Kiki had discovered a great $35-a-night rate for the hotel that we could use at that time. We rented a 4-wheel-drive Japanese "jeep-type" vehicle for transportation. We enjoyed the island's wonderful weather, great beaches, shopping - loved the submarine trip (though is was expensive) - explored all over - did the tourist stuff and loved it. We had hoped to find some sort of kinky sex action but by Thursday (our 4th day there) we had about given up.

We took the sunset catamaran cruise available from Red Sail Sports, at the Hyatt Regency on the island's main beach and hotel area. We wore shorts and t-shirts and carried swimsuits and miscellaneous stuff in a beach bag. The catamaran was quite large and the friendly, outgoing crew had a good crowd that night - the crew kept the party atmosphere lively and the drinks (free, included in cruise price, and plenty strong) flowing. We wound up sitting on the top at the front of the boat, leaning back against the slanting windows of the large "cabin", talking with a girl from Boston who was there alone on vacation. After a while a local man joined us and began entertaining us and regaling us with local stories, standing in front of the three of us, bouncing gently on the ropes tied across the open bow of the catamaran. Fidel turned out to be the health club/gym manager at the Hyatt Regency, and he explained that he sometimes took the sunset cruises (free, of course) for fun and to meet some of the visitors to the island. He was about 5'11" and weighed about 210 or 220, was in excellent shape (predictably for a health club manager) --- and had the blackest skin we'd ever seen.

After a few hours of drinking, sailing about, enjoying the sunset, and kidding around and getting acquainted and swapping stories, the catamaran returned us to the shore. Kiki was so drunk that she had some difficulty walking down the stairs which we lowered at the front for disembarking. We wound up walking down the beach in the twilight with me, my wife, the girl from Boston, and Fidel. Near some volleyball nets, we stopped and Kiki announced that she "had to go" but didn't want to wander through the hotel beach areas and lobbies to find a restroom. I told her to just go in the water off the beach. She promptly sat down, opened the beach bag, took out her black, thong-back bikini, and proceeded to change clothes right then and there. The girl from Boston was shocked; she turned to me and said, "Your wife is naked right there!" That was too much for her, and she mumbled some excuses and wandered off to her hotel (the Golden Tulip, just down the beach). I noticed that while a few of the beach strollers in the twilight had observed Kiki changing into her swimsuit in public (and looked away discreetly), Fidel had paid close attention to her. When she staggered out into the calm water off of Palm/Eagle Beach, Fidel followed her. I could see him approach her and begin talking to her - they were facing each other, about a foot apart - after a few minutes, he moved up close to her and kissed her. As I watched them put their arms around each other, I hoped and hoped that we had found our kinky Caribbean adventure at last. The light was fading and I could barely see them now - they were in chest-deep water about 50 or 60 feet off of the beach. When they did finally return to shore, Kiki came in first, with Fidel following about 20 feet behind her. I rushed up to my wife and asked her what happened out there. She smiled, a bit drunkenly, and said, "We were making out and he just pulled his swimsuit down, pulled the crotch of my bikini aside, and fucked me standing up in the water. He never even asked, he just did it."

I knew how much Kiki loved sexually aggressive men, how much she craved feeling used and abused by men sexually, how she thrilled at being treated exactly like the slut she truly is down deep - and I also felt my cock stiffen immediately at her words. Fidel now joined us and seemed to be watching me for some reaction. I looked at him, stuck my hand out, and said, "Fidel, way to go, man!" He hesitated only a moment before grasping my hand and shaking it, saying, "Your wife is very hot." Then Fidel suggested that we swim out to the hotel's diving barge (a pontoon boat for SCUBA diving trips) which was anchored about 150 feet off of the beach. He said it was "okay" and would be private for some fun. We stupidly, or perhaps just drunkenly, or just too carried away with the sexual excitement of the instant, all walked right into the water and waded out to swimming depth, to swim to the barge - leaving our beach bag unattended on the now dark beach. (The bag was stolen while we were "partying" - our own fault, of course - hated losing the brand-new 8mm camcorder, some clothes, a few hundred dollars in cash, my wallet and credit cards ... and the keys to our rental vehicle.)

Kiki reached the barge first (former lifeguards tend to be excellent swimmers even when pretty drunk) and she swam around looking for an easy way aboard, as I followed - we shortly found that the back, by the outboard motor, had the nice low, metal dive platform, and clambered up onto it, a bit out of breath from the fast swim. Fidel climbed up out of the water, kissed Kiki once, then turned her around, pulled her bikini bottoms off and tossed them to me, got her on her hands and knees, lowered his swimsuit and for the first time I saw his cock - magnificent, jet-black, about 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist - easily the largest cock Kiki or I had ever seen outside of porno videotapes (and we have seen a lot in person over 10 years of exploring kinky sex and living out our fantasies for real).

He fingered my wife's cunt for an instant, seemed satisfied with its readiness, and pushed his monster black cock straight into her hot, wet pussy. She moaned, so beautifully and happily, as he began pumping her doggy-style. I removed my own shorts (now soaked from the swim, another stupid move) and began stroking my cock - so hard and throbbing it felt as though it would explode already. I was already thinking about the problem here - that Fidel was fucking my wife without a condom (we had brought plenty of rubbers with us, just in case) - we had begun asking men to use rubbers when fucking my wife way back in 1984 and this was the first time we had slipped up. (This time turned out okay but we did worry a lot after we got back home - first about a late period that finally did arrive, and then about STD's until we took two sets of tests and came up clear.) Fidel made it obvious when we was cumming in my wife's cunt, then pulled out of her and backed up on the metal deck and said, "Now you get some, Bob." I got over behind my wife, who stayed in doggy-style position on her hands and knees, glanced at the cum that was leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy, and then plowed in balls- deep into her in one plunge. I fucked her while Fidel sat up by her head, playing with her dangling breasts (medium-sized, 34B, nicely-shaped and firm), then pulled her head down to lick his sticky black cock, until he got another hard-on and began using her long blonde hair to guide her face up and down for his pleasure. I came up inside her, with massive, shuddering final strokes, shooting for what seemed like minutes. When I pulled out, Fidel let her move around and sit down with us.

Without another word, we all dived into the black night-time Caribbean and swam back to shore, where we discovered that our carelessness had led to the theft of our beach bag. While we pondered how to even get back to our hotel downtown (about 8 or 10 miles), Fidel walked away toward the hotels; in a few minutes he was back and said he had found us a ride to town. We followed him to the alleyway between two hotels and all jumped into the back of a small pickup truck. Shortly we were dumped off at the fancy entrance to our hotel. We looked a bit bedraggled - well, Kiki and I did, at least - I went to the front desk and explained about the theft of the beach bag which had our room key in it, and waited while the clerk prepared a new electronic key for us. While waiting I looked over at Kiki, standing by her new black lover in the well-lighted lobby, and was sure that anyone looking could see the freshly-fucked look on her face.

We all three went upstairs; it was now about 10 PM or so. We got some beer out of the room's "servi-bar-refrigerator" (Amstel Light, our beer of choice while we were in Aruba) and laid down on the bed. It didn't take long for Fidel to begin trying to make out with Kiki, fondling her breasts and her thighs. She got into it and I felt totally thrilled watching this black Aruban with my wife in our brightly-lighted hotel room on the big king-sized bed. Fidel got her bikini off her completely this time, and put her on her back, then got on top of her and between her legs and began fucking her again (the THIRD time that evening! - the guy seemed to be hard nearly all the time while we were with him!). I got out our 35mm camera and began snapping photos of the black-and-white couple writhing in a very athletic, wild fuck session on the bed, from all angles, even crawling down between their four legs and getting some good close-ups of his giant black prong penetrating her puffy pinkish- white labia into her hot-pink snatch.

At one point, Fidel flipped them over and had my wife riding atop him - she looked so tiny (at 5'5", 120) atop that black giant of a man (5'11", 210 or so) and I was so proud of her as I saw her really working to put out a good fuck for this man she'd only just met a few hours ago. When Fidel finished in her twat again, I tried to pull her over on top of me, but Fidel said, "I don't want you to fuck her until I say to .... is that okay with you, Bob?" I had no idea what to say, but decided it was best just to go along with it. Fidel told me I could eat my wife and jack off if I wanted to, so I got down between her legs and began licking her very-messy pussy, while I jacked myself off. I had a great orgasm just shortly after Kiki reached a wild climax from my tongue - I smeared my whole face around on her cum-sloppy cunt, getting the mix of my wife's juices and Fidel's cum from my forehead to my chin, thick and sticky.

We had some more beer, then Fidel began to play with the little blonde American slut wife again - this time Kiki complained that she was too sore for any more that night, saying that the combination of the salt-water fuck and the size of Fidel's man- meat and the amount of screwing she had taken already had made her pussy very sore and tender. Fidel ignored her and began working to rape her, holding her arms above her head and using his weight to hold her naked body down beneath him. Kiki began to fight in earnest, and begging him to let her rest for a while at least. She asked me to help her ... I helped her, sort of.... I grabbed her arms and held them for Fidel while he began raping her. During the first part of the struggle, she had managed to scratch us both up some with her fingernails, but once Fidel had his massive hard black penis up inside her cunt, she gave up and, in a very short time, her hips were working with Fidel's fuck motions and she had yet another orgasm. She later told me that she truly enjoyed the reality of the rape scene (though she readily admits that rape can only be erotic to her when she is certain that her personal safety is not truly threatened beyond just forced sex). She did not fight again and openly said she'd learned her lesson and that she would do whatever Fidel wanted from then on, whenever he wanted it.

By now, we were all hungry, and Fidel suggested we order a pizza for delivery to our room. He called for the pizza for us, using the local "papiamento" language/dialect (sort of a blend of Dutch, Spanish and English with a little bit of French and some local Caribbean language items thrown in for good measure). By the time the pizza delivery man knocked on the door about an hour later, Fidel was back at fucking my wife on the big bed once more. I opened the door, invited the pizza man into the room while I got the money to pay him. He seemed to enjoy watching the local black man fucking the American blonde but didn't say anything and didn't hint at joining us or anything. It was, however, quite exciting for me to see this total stranger leering at my naked blonde wife entertaining Fidel on our hotel room bed - he definitely noticed that the husband was there watching the show, too, by glances and smirks at me while I was getting out the money.

We finally all drifted off to sleep, with Kiki between Fidel and me on the giant bed. I was awakened about 6 AM, just as the dawn broke and light began to filter into our sliding-glass doors to the balcony (we always leave the drapes open in hotel rooms) - as I slowly came "to" I discovered that Fidel was on top of my wife AGAIN - he was kissing her and moving slowly atop her. When he noticed that I was awake, he said, "Bob, why don't you guide me into your little wife?" - I didn't even hesitate, and reached above his big black butt, down between his legs, grasped that huge prick and guided it straight into my own wife's cunt. From then on, Fidel seemed to enjoy me putting his cock into my wife's cunt with my own hands - for the next several days, he often mounted her and then waited, staring over at me, until I got down and fingered her pussy, then used my hand or hands to guide his cock into her twat. Even though I am not bi and not interested in sex with other men, this was a special thrill to me (which surprised me, somewhat). For the next three days, we were with Fidel except when he was working. The sex was wonderful for Kiki and I was managing some great cums from just jacking off. When Fidel was working I sneaked a few fucks with Kiki, but I did not even try to fuck her while he was with us. He spent each night with us the rest of our vacation there.

Friday afternoon, we went out to visit Fidel at the Hyatt Regency health club/gym - he was glad to see us, and even introduced us to some of the young men who worked for him there. There were not many guests using the facilities while we were there, and Fidel took a break for a little while. He took my wife by the hand, led her away to a storeroom or something, looked back over his shoulder and said, "Bob, you don't mind if I have some more of your wife's pussy, do you?", and chuckled. I waited out front with several young Aruban employees and a couple of guests. The employees seemed to enjoy my embarassment, while the hotel guests looked uncomfortable and tried to avoid looking straight at me. In about 20 minutes, Fidel and Kiki returned through the door. She was looking down at her feet, as Fidel led her back to me, but did manage to glance up and give me a big grin and a wink. Fidel made a point of saying, right in front of the others in the gym room, "You sure married a hot piece of ass, Bob", as we left out the door. That Fidel did manage to have a certain knack about him for knowing how to provide maximum titillation for a couple like Kiki and me. We had a long visit one early evening in our hotel room while waiting for Kiki to shower and fix her hair and Fidel was quite open about his enjoyment of blonde Americans, most especially married sluts whose husbands had a voyeuristic streak. He told me that he was on the "hunt" quite often among the tourists, but was rather "picky" and only jumped on available sluts once in a while. He was quite open about how attractive Kiki was and how easy it was to "read" our interests in kinky sex.

Saturday morning, Fidel arranged a half-day fishing-boat trip for us, and took off work himself to go with us. I had thought he might fix the trip up free, but no such luck as I had to pay for it. We left the harbour on the fishing boat - looked like a 30-35-foot sport-fisherman type - with a captain (looked about 40 or 45) and one "hand" (looked about 19 or 20), both of Spanish heritage. I think I may have failed to mention that Fidel was 27 years old when we met him. We were taken around the northwest perimeter of the island, dragging lines, but didn't manage to find anything much (only catch was some kind of weird-looking deep-sea creature that we threw right back). Fidel and Kiki and I drank quite a bit of beer and began to be bored with the fishing effort and lack of action. Fidel pulled Kiki out of her chair and pushed her to bend over the backrail of the boat, then pulled her bikini bottoms off and fingered her. I noticed the young boy watching intently and the captain glancing back from the flying bridge above and forward. Fidel told me to come over and lick her pussy for him, and I did, kneeling down behind my bent-over wife. I licked and licked, getting her ready and making neat sounds. Then I felt Fidel tap me on the shoulder and I moved backward, still on my knees - Fidel, now nude and sporting nearly a foot of throbbing hard black meat (hell, it looked like a short black baseball bat in a way), stepped up and put the mushroom head of his cock right at my wife's shiny slick pussy ... and waited, looking down side- ways at me - I knew what he wanted but was extra embarassed by knowing others were watching in broad daylight on the boat - I swallowed hard and gave up any pretense of self-respect and reached up to wrap my white hand around that massive jet-black cock and guided it into my wife's waiting pussy as Fidel moved forward. I removed my hand as I felt the front of my hand touch Kiki's juicy cuntlips, spread w-i-d-e around Fidel's cock. Then I moved back and began jacking off - I almost let myself cum when Fidel began cumming in her, but was glad I had waited then because I got extra thrills when Fidel yelled at the boat captain, who had just finished anchoring the boat (about a half-mile off the coast of the island), and he came down to the kinky little slut I have married and dropped his trousers and began fucking my wife's cum-filled snatch, hard and fast. He didn't take long to cum and pulled back, with a strand of cum and cuntjuice connection his retreating cock and my wife's hot slut cunt until it finally broke.

The young boy then took a turn at Kiki's cunt, while she waited bent over the railing. The young deck hand had a long thin cock and damned sure took his time humping my wife, finally yelling in Spanish as he pumped another load of semen up into her deeply. When the boy backed away from the American fucktoy pig, Fidel told me to clean her up by licking her and to spend some time licking her asshole. I got down on my knees behind her and licked her for all I was worth, managing to give her one hard cum as I did it. When Fidel pulled me back this time, he told me he wanted her asshole, so I guided his cockhead between her asscheeks and up to her tiny little pink-brown asshole. He worked it slowly, getting the head up inside her and then waiting for her to adjust to the size before he began giving her more of his cock. He would give her about an inch or so and then pause, letting her rectum relax around the cock, then give her another inch. As big as that man was and without any added lube at all we all knew she needed him to go very slowly. Pretty soon she was showing when she wanted another inch by wiggling her hips and humping gently. Fidel finally got his entire cock up her butt, his big black sack and balls right up touching her flesh. It was pretty incredible to watch and that was when I finished jacking myself off and spilled my own semen onto the deck of the boat. Fidel did cum up her ass and he did have me lick her sore, spread asshole (it stayed open, gaping, for a while after he pulled out of her - really an amazing sight) as her cum leaked back out of her rectum, through her anus.

Saturday night, and then again Sunday night, Fidel let me fuck my own wife along with him. We sandwiched her between us, taking turns being on the bottom (laying face-up) with cock in her cunt, and being on top of her (she was facing down onto the man beneath her) with cock up her tight asshole. She took it all very well and had the time of her young life (up to that point, at least) sexually.

Our only regret was that Fidel had not used rubbers on her - when we asked him to after that first experience out on the beach, he said he didn't want to use them and since he had already fucked her twice without a rubber, it was stupid to demand them now. We sweated out her period (dreading the thought of an abortion, but reconciled to the necessity of one) and were relieved when it finally arrived, two weeks late, after our return home. We also worried until our health tests came back clear. We do urge other couples like us to practice "safer sex" and we do work harder now at that, always thinking back to what risks we took during that vacation in Aruba.

Post Script: We stayed in touch with Fidel by telephone after our return home to Oklahoma. In September he quit his job with Hyatt and moved to Michigan to attend school. He flew down from Michigan to visit us in our home for a week in mid-December of 1991 (we all had another great time and this time he did use rubbers when fucking my slut wife). We have since lost track of him, but hope he calls us again someday.

Eric's first part

I am a white man in my late forties. Two years ago our sexlife was totally stagnated and I started to watch porno on the internet. I soon found some black/white web sites. One of the first things I read was the sentence “Try black and you will never go back”. That was meant for the white women but it also triggered something in my mind, because I started to look at only these sites on the net. What turned me on was to see the white women give themselves completely to their destiny with so much lust, they were totally obsessed by this black magic. The expression on their faces told me everything, this kind of pure lust as big black dicks penetrated their cunts.

Then I began to read some of these women’s own stories and I started to correspond with some of them. They told me what great sex they got and their husbands approved their way of living. The only thing which was better in the world than one big everlasting black cock: More black cocks at the same time. They told me to let my wife try it, I could benefit from it too by having better sex with my wife after the black boys have trained her.

I started to think about Connie in situations like these. What would I feel about knowing that she is having afairs with black men with big and everlasting dicks, who could keep her going a whole night through? I loved her very much and she still was the woman in my life, only our sexlife was not working so well anymore. Earlier we had practised sex first every day, then every weekend and now nearly never. I was frustrated about it, and she was too. If I could not give her satisfaction, logically it was her right to get it somewhere else. What really convinced me was that I was told by the web females that their husbands got much better sex after they had started their black experiences. I have always wanted Connie to be more nasty and sexy. She has until now been rather innocent, a good wife and a good mother.

Then it hit me that after some drinks she wanted me to satisfy her all night until she falls asleep. This showed me that she has got an inner whore. The problem was that the next day she felt ashamed and would not talk more about it. How could I awaken this inner whore and teach her to accept this other person? I then knew that black magic was the answer. Something had to happen or we would fall apart from each other. How should I deal with this subject? I had to be very careful.