I wouldn't even know you if I hadn't seen your ad in the personals. All I saw then was how sexy and beautiful your wife is. I wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw. Making arrangements with you was what I had to do if I wanted to get to her. And, all I wanted or ever thought about was getting with her. Not to be cold, whiteboy, but I only tolerate you because you're the key to partying with her. Other than that, I have no interest in you at all. I'd rather you weren't even involed, but, since those are the terms, I honor them. Not because of you, tho. I accept the terms because the potential rewards of my desire for your wife outweighs the inconvenience of having you there to see it.

As a matter of fact, husbands being there to see it increases the overall gratification level 100% for me. I like "niggerin'" your sexy white wife right in fronta your face like that. I like you watching her climax and seeing her pleasure. But, most of all, I like rubbing your face in the fact that I'm fucking your eager, more than willing, wife to the kind of orgasms she only dreams about when she's fucking you. I like showing you why you wanted me to fuck her in the first place.

So, keep your whys and wherefores, whiteboy. I don't need to know about'em. I got whys and wherefores of my own. And, so does your wife. We all 3 come to the same place at the same time and that's all the explanation anybody needs. If there wasn't something in it for everybody, everybody wouldn't be there.

Still, after reading so many stories with the white husband persuasively explaining why he's such a good guy, motivated by love for his wife and all that, I spent some time trying to figure out what you white husbands were trying to say in terms I could understand myself. I chose math because math is concise, absolute and irrefutable.

I see IR 3-ways and I see triangles. Side A wants Side B, Side B wants Side C and Side C wants Side A. A perfect triangle with equal portions for each participant and nobody gets short-changed unless one of the sides of the triangle collapses.

Side A (the black visitor) is the easiest angle of my little triangle theory to define because Side A is straight forward and uncomplicated. Side A wants to fuck Side B - period. No emotional conflicts, no strings, and no regrets. He just wants some white pussy! And when he gets it, Side A likes it!

Side B is a bit more involved but basically the same as Side A. She loves her husband and if being with him means having sex with me, she's willing to do it. Thats her mind set in the beginning. Its the only way she can accept 3-waying without a great deal of emotional turmoil. Its also the only way she can avoid entangling herself in a moral tug of war about doing it to begin with. So, basically, she does it for him - Side C.

Not surprisingly, her mind set changes once the intimacy begins. Secret desires and fantasies of her own emerge, increasing her involvement until, at some point, Side B becomes a willing, enthusiastic participant in her own emancipation, despite her spousal uncertainty. She finds pleasure in the arms of her black lover, responds to it, and surrenders herself completely to the orgasmic delights that follow. And she does it all right under the watchful eye of her arrogant and unsuspecting husband, Side C. Like Side A, Side B likes it!

Side C is by far the most complicated and volatile of the three sides because of the conflict his desire for Side A creates within him. And, before you back up and start protesting the homosexual connotations of my Side C definition, understand that wanting Side A is not necessarily a literal term where Side C's are concerned. Just because its a sexual situation doesn't mean Side C wants Side A sexually...that he has homosexual desires, repressed or otherwise. All it means is Side C wants Side A because of what Side A brings to the equation.

I think all you Side C guys want Side A, or someone like Side A to give your wives what your skin pigmentation prevents you from giving them yourselves. Your real desire in this is to have a big, black dick of your own. A desire so strong it compels you to appropriate Side A in order to satisfy your own needs as well as your wife's interracial desires. Lets face it, no matter how hard you try, you can never stick a big, black dick in your wife yourself. You have to be black to do that. You need Side A - YOU WANT SIDE A. Its certainly possible for you to want other things, Side C, but your desire for Side A is stronger than anything else. Side A is the key to everything.

And, if that makes you uncomfortable, take solace in knowing that Side A's need Side C's just as much as Side C's need Side A's. Without Side C's involvement, Side A would never get his big dick in Side B at all.

Now that I have figured everybody out without demeaning or belittling anybody, what say we all stop pontificating and trying to rationalize 3-ways. Having'em, experiencing'em, and enjoying'em is a lot more fun. I, for one, really enjoy helping other guys enhance their wives' sexual experiences. I enjoy fulfiilling her (and his) sexual fantasies. I don't take it for granted when a husband solicits me to have sex with his wife. I consider it an honor and a priviledge. White women are special to me. No other females I know of can be so totally, deliciously whorish and so proper and ladylike at the same time.

If you husbands are really watching your wives during your 3-ways trysts with blackmen, you've certainly noticed what insatiable little cocksuckers they become when they get a black dick in their mouths. I don't know if its genetics, conditioning, or just fantasy driven lust, but I've never been with a white woman who didn't suck my cock like she loved it. Whether showing off for her husband, trying to impress me, or defending the sexual reputation of her race, most white women are generous and enthusiastic cocksuckers, often doing it non-stop for hours. They rarely flinch when a blackman cums in their mouth either. Most, especially the married ones, swallow every drop with whorish delight and climax themselves when it happens.

And, if you watching husbands have noticed that, then you're also aware of the effect sucking a blackman off has on them. It makes'em HOT - really hot! Once they taste a blackman's cum, they can't get enough of him. His wish becomes their command. They can't give him that white pussy fast enough or often enough after that.

Married white women like it in the ass, too. Not as openly and enthusiastically as they like sucking black dick, but with the same desire and climax seeking energy. Ain't nothing can compare to the look on a white woman's face when a blackman shoots off with his cock buried deep in her tight, white asshole. They cum like crazy, at least the ones I've back-doored do. And you would be surprised at how many admit that their husbands have never fucked'em in the ass before - that I'm the first guy who ever fucked'em in the ass. Whether that's a lie or not, I guarantee you I won't be the last guy that fucks'em in the ass - not if they keep on 3-waying with blackmen.

Over time we had many talks. Somehow the talks seemed to venture to sex. I must admit that more than once I went home after closing and had to get myself off. Then one morning when my husband and I were in bed I told him that a customer was making passes at me. He seemed interested and asked questions. I told him of the talks that Bob and I were having. Than he asked me if Bob was good looking. I told him "yes". He asked me more questions. All the while he was playing with me. As he slid his cock into me he asked me if I wanted to fuck Bob. I told him that he was the only one for me. But as we screwed he became more into the fantasy and we had a great little fuck .

That night at work it was slow and Bob was the only customer to be in. I asked him if he minded if I closed. He volunteered to help me close up. In short time I was ready and told Bob that he could have one more drink for helping me. I sat down next to him in the dark Bar. He touched my arm and told me that he liked me very much. I looked at him and he pulled closer. The next thing I knew we were kissing deeply. Bob knew how to use his tongue and had me breathing hard . The next thing I knew he was feeling my tits. He had unsnapped my bra. I didnt stop him. He pulled me close. His hands were now on my ass. He pulled me close and I felt his hard cock pressing at my tummy.

I felt him pull my shorts down and then while standing there in only my panties he unzipped his pants and in a swift motion he pulled them down. His cock stuck out . It was long and uncut. He sat me down in a chair and pushed my panties aside. Then he lined up his cock to my pussy. When he had the head inside he looked me in the eyes and asked "have you ever fucked a black man before?" I did not answer. But I think he knew the answer. He was a very good lover and had me cumming with the first few strokes. He took his time and let me get used to his girth.

Before I knew it he was hitting the depth of my pussy. His balls were slapping my ass. His cock felt so hot as it worked. I felt it swell up some more. Before I could tell him not to shoot inside he was pumping me full of his sperm. We were still for a while his cock remained inside of me. Then he pulled out and stood up. I got a look at the man's cock that just fucked me so well. At that time I was in love with that cock. I dressed and we said our good bye and with another deep kiss he asked me if he could sleep with me that night. All I said was that he had to be gone by 6 o'clock in the morning.

Before he left that morning we had sex twice more. Both times he filled me up with his seed. I had just a short time to shower before Gary came home. I faked sleep as Gary crawled in the bed beside me.

I awoke that noon with a sore pussy. I let Gary sleep as I went to draw a bath. I took off my summer nighty and panties and let them lie on the bedroom floor. As I soaked in the tub Gary came in. He washed my back and then he stood. He pulled off his shorts and asked if there was room for him with me. I looked at the cock that until last night I was so happy with and wondered what I had done.

What I write here is about my feelings about Connie's transformation from a traditional normal white woman into a new and modern woman, who makes her own decissions about her sexlife in her marriage with me. As I have told you before, I have encouraged her to do so, because the alternative for both of us would have been a boring life together, where nothing in our relationship could turn anybody of us on.

Originally the purpose with our trip to Florenze in Italy was to relax and see a famous city, which we always have wanted to visit. Only one week before our departure from home, I got contacted by an italian woman, Anna Elisabeth, who asked if we still were interested to be introduced to the black experience lifestyle. She was looking for a middle-aged european couple preferably from Scandinavia. She told me that at this moment she's got 4 black men, more than she could handle by herself all the time. "Too good to be truth, somebody is joking," I thought, but these people proved to me that they were real. We decided to tell Connie nothing right now, instead she could decide for herself, as we have arrived to Florenze. This decision was taken, after I had asked her if she still dreamt about a hung black lover. She told me she did, but in reality it proberly would be much to difficult to carry through.

Then it was up to me to decide. Should all our former games be buried just as a fantasy, or should we go for it? Could I handle to see her in the arms of a strange black man and being fucked wildly? Our life would change dramatic. Earlier I had promised her to have this lover, and what would happen if she discovered that I had kept this offer from Anna Elisabeth to myself? Anyway this italian woman looked nice and had a lot of charm, she could be a great asset to get to know, and the fantasy about Connie to become a nasty woman started to haunt me again. This would also be the experience of my life. Connie and I together as a part of a swingergroup in Florenze, not so bad at all. Anna Elisabeth got my confirmation and she would set something up for us, we should just book into a special hotel, where she worked as a chief waitress and reception manager.

It was so strange for me to watch Connie, when she met Tom for the first time in the hotel's bar. Both Connie and I was nervous, but I managed to tell her the right things to encourage her to go to our meeting. But Tom was a man, who was able to handle these kind of situations, and soon they got more and more involved to each other, and I could feel how she relaxed and forgot me. When Anna Elisabeth and I went to the bar to buy new drinks, I could see how they started to embrace each other. There was something special to see her pale skin against his darkcoloured body. A lot of ambivalent emotions ran through my mind. The old kind of jealousness mixed with an extreme exceitment. For the first time in reality I saw the magic develop between white and black persons, and I was personally involved in it.

Back at the table again I could feel how Connie has entered into another world, a sexual one, which Tom has turned on for her. The undertone of her desire could not be hidden and I observed that both Connie and Tom had their hands placed under the table. I could she how Connie's cheeks got coloured and the way she breathed revealed she was being sexual aroused. Then she placed one of his hands upon his breast and began to caress him. As she went on with this, she looked at me and said that she was ready for sex with Tom. And then with a trembling voice she asked me if it was ok.

I felt the begging sound in her voice, but I also heard a new and sexy sound in it. A sound that told me that it was more an ascertainment that she craved her first black experience to be fullfilled than it was an asking for permission. What a wife I suddently had got here, she behaved as she was a hungry wild meat eating animal from the jungle. The only thing which could satisfied such an demand, was the fulfilment of her desires. A no answer from me at that moment, and I would have been finished for ever with her. But the things developed very fast at that moment, and looking in the rear mirror it was the only way it could have happened.

Then they went away up to room number 311, the room with mirrors on every wall. Mirrors so Connie in a moment should see herself get naked together with another person, a black man with a big and everlasting dick.

Anna Elisabeth looked at me, and said that for the next 4 to 5 hours Connie would be strongly engaged in her affair with Tom, so we could go out for dinner and really get to know each other. She put her hands into mine, looked me in my eyes and moved close to me. "I know what you are thinking about now," she told me. "In half an hours time Tom will have his dick deep inside her, and when Connie has adjusted her pussy to its size, she will surrender and submit completely to him. A very sexy and exceiting thought, don't you think?" With an arch smile to me, she touched my lips with her lips and in a short moment I could feel a warm and delicious tounge. Not to mention how her perfume influenced my mind. This woman was definitely worth to get to know.

We stayed together the rest of the evening and night. First we had dinner in a local restaurent and then she invited me home in her appartment, which was the first floor of a big house on the south side of the river, near the old town and Ponte Vecchio.

Anna Elisabeth is a woman of action. First we had sex in her living room, then we had some conversations about her swinging lifestyle and her black friends. Two years ago she got to know Tom, and then her lifestyle changed. Now she had black men visiting her at home several days a week. She had never been happier in her life. It was easy for her to live that way, because it was only about sex ,and then it easy for her to share her black boyfriends with other women. Living this way has given her the best friends of all. "When we people in our group are able to share these most intimate and taboo things, it's so easy to handle the rest of our lives events for us. This message was quite simple and clear, and I could feel it work. Any possible jealousy worries about Connie in my mind at that moment had gone. This lovely woman had liberated my mind. I touched her pierced breastnipples with my fingers and my tounge, then I buried my face between these two lovely 38DD breasts and we went on making love as I never had done before with any woman, inclusive my own wife in our younger days. She used all her nasty techniques with a skill, which just seemed so easy and natural for her.

Next day Connie and I had a walk in the inner city streets. At this walk I could feel how we already had started to act different to each other. We still hadn't told each other any details about last evening and night, and actually it was unnecessarily, because we both knew. We were happy, because the long waiting time finally was over, so we used the time holding hands and looking for the city's great cultural monuments and buildings. When we kissed I could feel Connie act in a quite new way. The kisses was much warmer and tender than before and her lips were acting so alive, and I felt they have grown bigger during the night. As I passed a remark on this, she gave me a nasty smile and blushed a bit. Then she kissed me this way again and pressed her body against my body. It was quite clear to me that she has started to ignite her own fire, because her breasts and nipples turned very firm and hard.

"Eric, I think we have done the right thing yesterday, I hope you are happy too, but your wife will be a much happier person from now on. I can feel it in my body and in my mind. Oh it feels so good and thank you so much that I don't need to hide my coming afairs with Tom for you. All things will be good for us now."

After walking around talking this way for another hour, we eat a late lunch in a restaurant. While we sat here Connie's mobile telephone rang. It was Tom. I overheard the first minutes of their conversations. Interesting to her my wife confirm how splendid an evening sha has had. She started to laugh and then became quiet, then laugh a bit more, but in quite another way, like a good girl, who you are telling nasty things to.Then she rose from her chair and went away from the table heading for the ladies room. 15 more minutes before she returned. She told me she had to go, she should meet Anna Elisabeth so they could prepare themselves for what should happen in the evening. She would call me later and tell me where we should meet.

Alone I explored more of the city of Florenze. While I got impressed by what I saw, my thoughts more and more were about Connie and what she was doing right at that very moment. Now she has been away from me for several hours, A kind of jealousness had started to grow, was she having sex with Tom right now? Was I happy now? Should I ever have started this fantasy? But then again I remembered how my relationship to Connie one year ago was nothing special, but pretending. This was the only way out out that situation. We had to free the inner slut in Connie's unconscious mind, and that has happened now. Anyway,the thoughts of my night together with Anna Elisabeth was something which could turn me on, and instead of worring about my wife, I began to hope for more sex with this exceptional woman.

At 10 o'clock in the evening I sat by a table in a nightclub. I was still alone, waiting for Connie and our new friends. When they finnally arrieved, I got rather surprised, because I hardly could recognize my own wife again. She and Tom walked closely together, and it seemed to me that all Connie's attention was concentrated on him. Before they found my table they stopped, and I saw her taking an initiative to passionate kisses, while she let him caress her breasts. I saw how she first put her arms around him, closing her eyes while his hands moved around on her body. Their behavior indicated that they were vildly in lust with each other, and couldn't and wouldn't hide it.

Another thing was her dressing and outlook. Never had I seen my wife that way before. She was wearing a tight low-cut see-through black blouse. Because of this transperant blouse you could see that her breasts were only partly covered by a black half-cup bra. A bra which lifted her breasts up and made them visible in the lov cut neckline. I felt that her breasts could fall out anytime, because they were so visibly, that only the nipples were just covered. Immediately you began to wonder if this sexy woman also wore stockings and suspender belt. This nasty thought was soon confirmed, because if you looked careful at her white skirt, which ended about 7 inches about her knees, you could see that two black limits were drawn on her thighs just beneth her buttocks. And a further study revealed some dots in contact with these limits, which could be nothing but the clips from her suspender belt. Do I have to mention that she was walking on black stiletto heels?

Her face has changed too, she has got her hair cut short and coloured black, and a lot of eyelid and masscara were used around her eyes. Her lips was the most sexy thing of them all. As mentioned earlier it seemed like they have grown bigger during the last 24 hours. Now they were painted with a deep red colour. Any man could not be ok, if he did not want to surrender completely to this vampire of a woman and taste these hot lips. Finally her nails, they were painted in the same colour as her lips. I liked to see her this way, because never before had Connie used anything than white nail polish. My wife has changed herself into a person with an aura of sexappeal around her whole body. Oh my God, that woman deserved to get a fuck right now, and I would gladly be the very first to do it. How many men gets so turned on by a wife they have lived together with for more than 20 years? This was mindblowing to me.

"Hi Eric, are you enjoying what you see?" I heard Anna Elisabeth's deep and husky voice from behind me. I turned my head, and I was looking directly into her lovely eyes and smiling beautiful face. "Your wife has prepared herself to show you how sexy and hot she can be. At first she was worried about her dressing. She told us she wasn't quite ready to try this "whore look", but when Tom insisted to see her that way, she surrendered."

I nodded my head. Yes, Tom had been very quick to transform Connie into my fantasy figure of a sexy wife. Then she arrived up to us. "Hi husband, did you enjoy our little performance in front of you. This is what you have been waiting for so long, isn't it? Don't you think that your wife deserves a big kiss from you now?" Then I felt her warm lips getting in contact with mine followed by her demanding tounge. "Tonight you are going to see Tom fuck your wife for hours, what do you think about that, aren't we a lucky couple you and I," she whispered in my left ear after our kissing.

Then she gave me an arch smile, kissed me agsin and went away heading towards the bar closely connected to Tom.

More to come

"Fuck you Patrick." She crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, large breasts swinging a little, hips rocking.

Our sex life had been completely uninspired for over a year now. I couldn't stop jerking off to internet perversions and she was always taking baths or always going out and getting drunk with her friends. I stopped going out when I got married. I didn't see the point in it if one was not trying to hook up with a member of the opposite sex.

Julie and I hardly spoke the rest of that evening, I fell asleep watching basketball in the basement recreational room while she was in the master bedroom the entire night.

I was up and out of the house by six the next morning, not seeing my wife. An 85 year old woman crashed her car and thankfully wasn't hurt. But somehow she managed to knock out the power to our building. I was going home early.

I was surprised to see the strange car in the drive way as I pulled up to our house. It was an old maroon Ford minivan, not very well taken care of. Since it was in my spot in the driveway I parked in the street and walked to keypad near the garage door and entered my PIN, the garage door heaved and opened. I remembered that I had been meaning to fix that.

An odd, yet familiar odor struck me as I entered the house, I could faintly hear music beating. The smell was heavier and the music louder as I got closer to the door which lead to the basement and my rec room. I pushed it open and descended the stairs.

A video game was on my large HD-TV, rap music filled the room, the thick layer of smoke stung my eyes. A large black man was sitting on my couch, naked, with what looked like a cigar in his mouth. It was obviously marijuana.

I was stunned and speechless. He casually looked over at me and nodded.

"What up dude, you must be Pat."

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?" I said.

"Take it easy, dude." The black man said as he puffed on his marijuana, "Julie said it was cool."

He nodded to his left where my office was, the door was closed.

"She in there if you wanna talk to her." He said as he held his marijuana out to me.

I just walked past him and opened the door to my office. I was stunned to find another young black man, this one with a lot of long dreadlocks sitting in my chair, naked with my wife Julie's head bobbing on his massive black dick. She was on her knees with her arms rested on the dread locked man's legs. Behind her was yet another young black man fucking her hard.

The man behind her was staring at her ass, the man with the dreadlocks noticed me and chuckled.

"Hey, he's here." He said to Julie.

She didn't respond, she just kept bobbing her mouth on his cock.

The dread locked man slapped her on the back of the head.

"Hey bitch, he's here!"

My wife slid her mouth off of his long shiny cock and looked towards me.

"Is this what you wanted, faggot?" She hissed at me. "You wanted to see how a real man fucks?"

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say or do. Part of me wanted to get my gun. Part wanted to run away. But mostly I was excited. My cock was getting hard.

"This is Sammy, I met him outside of your work last week when I dropped off your lunch. While you were eating that sandwich, Sammy fucked me in our Explorer. He's been coming over every day since, today he brought his friends. This beautiful man fucking me right now is Rico. I take it you met Lamont in the other room."

Sammy slapped his hard brown dick on the side of my wife's face and told her to get to it.

"You can watch if you want." Is the last thing she said to me as she dutifully went back to sucking and licking Sammy's beautiful huge cock.

In three minutes my wife was strongly bucking back into Rico's thrusts, taking his nine inch fat cock as deep into her pussy as she could. She slipped a hand downt to her pussy and rubbed her clit, she took Sammy out of her mouth and moaned deeply. It was a sound I had never heard her make. Her big green eyes looked up and Sammy and she moaned "I'm going to cum."

"Then cum, bitch." Sammy said.

She smiled up at him and licked the head of his cock. Rico began to grunt slightly and then he reached up and grabbed my wife's short hair and jerked her head back.

"Fuck yea!" She moaned louder. "I'm cumming."

She stopped moving and just pushed her pussy and ass out as far as she could. Rico was taking his cock almost all the way out and plunging it back into my wife's gaping shaved pussy. Finally he used one last stroke and buried himself balls deep into my wife and grunted.

"Oh fill me up, it feels so good, I'm cumming again." She screamed.

Rico stopped moving and my wife began to back into him and out, milking his cock. She moaned again when he finally pulled it out, glistening wet. He slapped it on her ass, there was no condom.

"Thanks ho." Rico said as he stood and walked past me, naked, and into the other room.

"Get back on it, bitch." Sammy said and pulled Julie's head back onto his cock.

She went at his pole like a woman possessed. I could see a puddle of Rico's cum on the floor, dripping from my wife's pussy. Sammy grabbed Julie's head by the sides and fucked her mouth hard. He grunted and came, I saw it spewing out from the side of my wife's mouth. Some dripped off of her cheek and chin and dripped onto Sammy's thighs and balls. As Julie was done swallowing he commanded her to lick the rest up, which she did.

"Now give me a kiss." Sammy said.

Julie looked up to kiss him, smiling and Sammy slapped her on the right cheek.

"Sike, stupid ass ho." He stood. "You need to hurry and fuck Lamont cause we gots to dip."

"Ok daddy." She replied.

Sammy walked to me, smiling. "What up player."

He walked out of the room and soon Lamont entered and sat in the chair Sammy was just in.

Julie lubed him up by sucking his cock. Then she straddled him, with her back to his chest and began to bounce up and down on his cock. Sometimes stopping to grind into him.

"I can feel you in my belly." She moaned to him.

He reached around and pawed at her beautiful swaying breasts. She came as he tweaked her nipples harshly.

He grunted too and emptied his semen deep into my wife's pussy. She looked me in the eyes and smiled as pumped it into her. She slid off of him and he stood and walked into the other room.

"Same time tomorrow, bitch. I'ma bring some different niggas with me though." I heard Sammy yell.

"Yes daddy." She replied.

The music stopped and I heard them go up the stairs and out the door.

I looked to Julie and she was just sitting there, sweaty and smiling. She stood and walked by me, smiling but saying nothing. She shut the door behind her and went upstairs.

I stared at the spot where it happened. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I walked over to my chair, the black leather was slimy with cum and sweat. Who knows what else?

I ran my finger in it. Tasted it.

Patrick B.

It was the day after my first meeting with Tom. Eric and I were walking around in Florenze's inner citypart to look for some of the fameous historical monuments and buildings. I felt in good mood, finally I had had my first black experience. The doubtfulness and nervousness had gone and instead I felt a perfect balance between peacefullness and joy. My body was still marked by soreness, specially the muscles in my thighs and around my jawbone. I also felt what Tom's dick had done to my pussy, mouth and throat. Nevertheless, I didn't remember when I last have felt so good.

When I looked at my husband as we walked in the city, it striked me how I loved him, and several times I took him close to me and we hugged and kissed, it was like we couldn't get enough of each other. As our walk continued, memories and thoughts about the events of yesterday passed my mind.

Around 1 o'clock a.m. Tom left me in my hotel room. He told me that I needed a good nights sleep if I should be able to function next day, and by that he meant my exploration of the black magical experience and the continuing training to please my black coach. Tom has made me go beyond my limits much faster than I would have believed. In a way I felt a little sense of guilt to Eric, because I never have done so nasty things to his dick with my mouth.

After the bath Tom and I started in a 69 position, and as he gently licked my pussy and clitoris with his tounge, I started to explore his beautiful black dick with my mouth, knowing what it should end up with. The work from his tounge made me eager to go on doing my job, and soon Tom placed me in a position so he more easily could penetrate my mouth with his dick. After he had massaged my muscles around my jawbone he gentle but definite pressed it down and back several times until my mouth could be wide open without too much trouble and pain. "It's important that you losen up and work for and not against what comes now Connie," he told me. Then he put me on the floor on my knees in front of him. Standing right before me he entered his dick into my mouth and slowly started to move his hips. For the first time ever I had my mouth fucked.

It was a strange feeling to have my mouth completly filled and to watch it happen in the mirrors around us. My mouth produced a lot of saliva and I saw it flow out and splashed down on my breasts as Tom went on with his fucking. Gradually my lips started to turn inside out the moments as he withdrew his dick. "Oh Connie, believe me when I tell you that this is the most sexy look you can get: A lot of your salvia covering my dick and your breasts as your lovely sucking lips are wrapped around it, and your mouth is ready to receive more of my dick."

In a way I could understand him, the picture of my head in this nasty close contact was exceiting. A wide open mouth and a big black dick buried in it with my lips inside out wrapped around it, and the sound I heard Tom make. I was beginning to feel an indefinable expectancy and some thrills in my mind and body. Suddenly I also felt how wet my pussy had become. Although I was the submitted part in this position, I felt a way of controlling Tom. Right now he was dependent upon my willingness and eager to cooperate with my mouth, and I could feel how glad he was for me, because I did my best to cooperate. It turned me on and I became more eager to serve him. I put my hands behind his buttocks and bent my neck backwards in an attempt to have him even deeper. Acting this way I made him so aroused, so suddenly I felt his sperm burst out inside my mouth and it flooded over so at least half of it covered my chin, my breasts and my stomach. "Hurry on, Connie, you have to swallow it and be ready for more." And then another load started to hit my lips as he pushed his dick inside my mouth again and dumped the rest of it.

I was messed up with all of his sperm, and it was these thoughts that filled my mind at this very moment, as I walked together with my husband in the inner city of Florenze. Then my mind gave me the picture of me and Tom as I cleaned his dick with my mouth while he told me what a hot white wife I was, and what a beautiful body and sexy lips I've got to serve him so well. But there was more: The cleaning of his dick with my mouth had the effect that he stayed hard, and then he fucked my pussy again wildly from behind. Next time I tasted his dick and made it clean again, I could taste myself. Yes, my limits have been moved that night. Nasty oralsex and even swallov his sperm. But it didn't taste bad at all, the reluctance for me to do so was purly an emotional blockage created during my former manners about being the correct woman.

That conclusion I made to myself, and I looked at Eric and he got a strange warm and sexy look from his wife. It was the "new me" who smiled to him. A person who was so thankfull to her husband, and a person, who was ready to go on to submit and serve Tom in the near future. Black experience was good, and at that moment I looked forward to have some more of it.

Not to mention our new start to our personal relationship, because he too has changed. I first saw him in the morning as he arrived home at 9 o'clock. He has been out all night and I don't believe that he and Anna Elisabeth has done nothing more than holding hands and made some talks about The Great Art of Florenze. I looked at him again, "yes, my dear our past has gone and what kind of relationship are we now about to develope," I told him. "Are you a happy man now?"

(More to come)

So we rode down the street for a while in silence. I said to him 'honey, you wouldnt do that to me would you?' He laughed and said 'no Jan, I would never do anything like that to you or against you, I was just teasing you a little while ago.'

I was thinking damn it I thought he was serious. When he was teasing me I had to keep him on track, because (I hate to say it but) oh my God, I love fantasizing about a black man coming to my home and fucking me. It drives me wild to have those thoughts. I tried real hard not to think or fantasize about it but the thoughts wouldnt go away.

When me and Mike were making love or messing around I would have those thoughts. When I drove to work I had those thoughts. When I fixed dinner at night those thoughts would stroll right along. I started to masturbate at an early age. While Mike was at work and the kids were in school I needed relief so I masturbated thinking about being with a big black man. The blacker the better. I even remember my girlfriends saying yeah they would screw a black man like Denzel or a light skinned black man. But me, no I didnt say anything but I was thinking I wanted a real dark black man with a big dick to fuck me every which way but loose.

Anyway back to my story. I kept hinting around about Mike tying me up and all but he wouldn't bite. So all of sudden I said to Mike 'honey if I did let a black man fuck me I would lose you wouldn't I?' 'Hell no I would love to do that for you.'

Anyway we put a ad in the swingers magazine and (not my face) a nice photo of me. Well it didn't take long before we got letters in the mail from a a lot of black men. We lived in an all white community so there were no black men there.

We went to Indianapolis and got a room at a hotel. I was so nervous I couldn't hardly sit there waiting for him to show up. When he arrived my husband introduced us to him, he was so good looking and so black I think I may have had precum dripping from me.

I danced real sexy for him while he sat back and watched. Pretty soon I went over to him and he took me in his arms and kissed me. O my God I got naked and so did he, what a fucking site I was seeing. I went down on my knees to give him head and when his cock went into my mouth I came myself.

We made love like there was no tomorrow. He fucked me everywhere. Some positions I didnt know. My husband sat there with a hard on the whole time we were doing it. And when the black man came inside of me I actually came again myself.

That was about 16 years ago and I still love black cock as if it were my first. I hope you all enjoyed my story. And if you want to purchase my dvd's or vhs tapes come to my site.

The couple was really nice. Junior was 6'2'', 190 lbs, dark hair, piercing brown eyes, and the whitest teeth I ever saw. Hie wife, Barbara was 5' 7", 136 lbs, dirty blond hair, and built almost as good as Tina. We all had a few drinks and talked about consenting adults and free sex and open marrage until we were all anxious to get to it. We played strip poker to break the ice and boy did it ever. Tina and Barbara didn't even try to win. Instead, they took turns losing their clothes and got me and Junior hot as hell. Barbara tits weren't as big as Tina's and her legs weren't as shapely, but she had a beautiful face and a terrific ass. They had us helping them undress. Junior helped Tina and I helped Barbara and we were both copping feels the whole time. Junior got so turned on when he took off Tina's bra, he couldn't stop squeezing her breasts and telling her how big and soft they were and how sexy and desirable she was. I followed his lead when Barbara lost her skirt and started fondling the cheeks of her panty covered ass, telling her what a nice ass she had and hot she was and how much I wanted to fuck her.

My wife's loss of her skirt had the same effect on Junior and before any of us knew what was happening, we had paired off on the living room carpet, getting hotter and hotter as we kissed and touched and watched one another getting it on. I had a moment of uncertainty when Junior dropped his skivvies and pulled out his cock. It was longer and thicker than mine, and the way my wife just started sucking it surprised me to say the least. As I stared open mouthed at my wife sucking Junior's big rod, Barbara pulled my shorts down and started sucking me too. She was good at it (Barbara was), but even as much as I liked it, my eyes were rivited on Tina's ovaled mouth sliding up and down on Junior's cock like she wanted to swallow it.

I got so excited watching her go down on him, before I knew it, I was cumming in Barbara's mouth. If it offended her, she gave no sign of it, swallowing my spurts of jism to the last drop as she quivered with an orgasm of her own. My wife had sucked me off lots of times but I had never seen her cum herself while she was doing it...not like Barbara did. Barbara fingered her own pussy as she swallowed my cum, climaxing and moaning like she was in 7th heaven.

When Junior realized I was cumming down his wife's throat, he pulled my wife's head off of his cock and pushed her down on her back in the floor beside us. Her legs flew apart like an automatic door as she pulled the panties she still wore to one side, obviously anxious to have him inside her. My own cock, limp and shriveling after my orgasm, immediately started hardening again as I watched Junior stick his huge fuckpole in my wife's pussy and ram it all the way in. Tina moaned out loud and raised her legs, curling them around his thrusting buttocks as Junior started fucking her deep and hard. Her taut labias were stretched around his thick cock like rubber bands, and I could see her pussy lips appearing and disappearing inside her vagina as he hammered his big dick in and out. As Brabara grabbed my re-juvenated cock and started jerking me off, she told her husband to fuck my wife harder, to "get that hot pussy!" As we both watched her husband fucking my wife Tina like she'd never been fucked before, I fingered Barbara's pussy and told her how much I liked her impromptu hand job.

Sensing my delight at this turn of events, Barbara whispered, "She likes that big dick, don't you think? She's cumming all over herself like I do...like all the women do!" I was on the verge of another orgasm with her pumping my cock up and down with her fist and her husband hammering away at my wife's pussy like he wanted to ram his dick all the way through her. I lost it when he stiffened and buried his cock all the way to the balls. "Here it cums" he groaned, jerking between Tina's legs as his dick erupted inside her pussy. "Fuck me, Fuck me...fuck me....fuck me...." she chanted as his spurting cock triggered a series of orgasmic spasms deep in her cunt. "Right there!" she shrieked, going stiff beneath him, climaxing repeatedly. Barbara smiled, stroking my cock faster and faster. "Let it go" she urged, as I started ejaculating. "Its good! Its all good!"

As my orgasm sprayed into the air and all over Barbara' s busy hand, my wife's tightly closed eyelids popped open and she locked her ankles behind Junior's ass, holding his big cock deep in her pussy. She looked right into my ejaculating eyes as she worked the muscles of her vagina, orgasming again as she drained every drop of semen from Junior's thick rod as his big balls jerked and quivered against the lips of her overstuffed pussyhole. As if she knew my dick wasn't going to deflate or soften, Barbara rose to her hands and knees, offering me her lovely naked ass and the wetness of her waiting vagina. Without even realizing it was happening, I was inside the steaming cauldron of her hot pussy, fucking her deep and hard...the sound of my belly slamming against her upturned ass echoing throughout the room.

As if in some sort of macabre competion, my wife rose into the same position in front of Junior, wiggling her bare ass invitingly. "Do me again" she urged as he aimed his still rigid tool at her dripping pussy hole and started fucking her again. Like syncronized swimmers, Junior and I doggie fucked each other's wives, ramming their upturned asses like we couldn't our cocks into them fast enough or deep enough. The sound of our bodies slamming against their asses sounded like gunfire as we all raced to what turned out to be a simultaneous orgasm the likes of which none of us had ever known. I didn't know pussy could be that good. Not just Barbara's but Tina's too. The pussy she was giving Junior was as good as any pussy she ever gave me. Watching him pound into her while I was hammering it to his wife at the same was as good as sex had ever been for me. I heard myself telling Junior to "fuck'er hard - to make'er cum" as he stiffened inside my wife for the 2nd time and pumped another load of thick cum deep inside her. "You, too" he grunted, spurting incontrollably as he saw me ejaculating into his wife at the same time.

After that, we all taked for while and had a couple more drinks. When they finally said they had to be going, we parted company, promising to get together again as soon as schedule's permitted. Of course we never saw them again but it was a very auspicious beginning for Karen and I. She was so busy enjoying Junior's big cock that night, she hardly noticed me putting it to his wife and didn't seem jealous or threatened by it at all. Other couples soon followed with comparable results and then several parties with multiple encounters with multiple partners. I took so much pleasure in seeing Tina with other men that I often neglected or completely ignored the other available women. Our extra-marital sexual activities inevitably evolved into situations where she was actively involved with other men while I just masturbated and watched her service them.

We had been exclusively 3-waying with other men for about a year when Tina asked me what I thought about blacks. My instantaneous erection at the very mention of it expressed my thoughts better than anything I could have said. The very thought of seeing her with a black guy between her legs made me so hot, I started fondling myself as I told her I thought sharing her with a blackman was a wonderful idea...that I had often fantasized about it myself. And just like our wife swapping experiments, once we tried it, we were both hooked on it. As thrilling and exciting as sharing her with a strange man was and is, sharing her with strange black men was even more compelling and gratifying. I don't know if it was the color contrast or the traditional taboos surrounding black man/white woman sex. Whatever it was, we both loved it the first time and everytime after that. It became our favorite sexual activity. It still is our favorite sexual activity. I can watch Tina suck and fuck black guys 24 hours a day!

Since we did it the 1st time 2 years ago, we've hardly done anything else. She gets hot whenever a horny black man even looks at her and nothing gets me (or her) off like having sex with blackmen. They're so bold and aggressive. Never passive or namby-pamby. They want her white pussy and don't make any bones about it, often hitting on her right in front of me. Its like they can sense how we are...that we're into inter-racial sex and available. And, they really take charge, too, often ordering Tina around like a whore and sharing her with their friends. And they are seldom concerned with me being present. If anything, they enjoy it more with me watching. They like fucking my wife with me watching them fuck her. Its like an extra bonus to them, at least the ones who like it as much as we do. The very first black guy we partied with, talked to me the whole time he was fucking Tina...telling me how good her white pussy was and how much he liked fucking her. He even called me afterward and thanked me, expressing his desire to fuck her again and wondering if I would mind if his brother fucked her too.

Talk about a might to remember. Those two guys were insatiable. Any apprehensions or misgivings we may have had about screwing blacks disappeared the night we partied with those two. They took turns with Tina, fucking her again and again. They called her the sexiest white whore ever and made her suck their large cocks repeatedly, praising her cocksucking skills and telling me how hot she was... how lucky I was to have such a sexy, eager, black cock loving whore for a wife. And the nastier they talked, the hotter Tina got...and, oddly enough, the hotter I got myself. I loved it when they doubled fucked her, although I still don't see how they got both of their sizable cocks in her pussy at the same time. Its a miracle they didn't split her apart.

For a week after that, all I could think about was how orgasmicly delicious it was seeing both those large cocks in her at the same time. The elasticity of the female vagina is incredible. Tina was sandwiched between them, front and back, unable to move, just taking it with whorish delight and cumming almost non-stop. When I fucked her after they left, her pussy was still stretched so much, I hardly touched the sides. But that didn't matter. I was so excited from witnessing it, I was getting off on them fucking her more than I was on tactile stimulation. I would have cum no matter how big and sloppy her pussy was. It was the most arousing sex I ever had.

My wife knew it, too. Everytime I slipped my cock into the cavernous mire between her legs, she babbled on and on about their big, black dicks, She said it felt like having a baby when they were inside her together. She said her pussy had never been that full before, that the pressure was almost unbearable. If she hadn't been cumming so much, she said she would have passed out for sure. But the look in her eyes was kept me so horny and hard afterward. She was practically glowing and still getting off fucking me in spite of how sore and puffy her pussy was.

Miraculously, by the next afternoon her pussy had returned to normal and she seemed even tighter than she had before they doubled dicked her. She also seemed even more enthusiastic and eager to party with blacks after that. She and both became addicted to black/white sex to the point that its almost the only kind of extra-marital sex we have now. And its so easy to find partners now. Black guys talk and once the word spread, it seemed like everybody for miles around wanted to screw Tina. And, most of'em did, too. In fact, at a party recently, there were 14 black guys and us, and Tina fucked'em all. Not back to back but over the course of Friday night and part of the day Saturday. She was the epitome of a black cock whore, sucking and fucking until her jaw, pussy and ass were so sore she couldn't take it anymore.

They've invited us back for another orgy, but Tina isn't sure she wants that many guys again. 3 or 4 maybe, but not 14! Personally, I don't care whether its one or a hundred. As long as I get to watch and pleasure myself, the number of guys don't really matter. I just love to see my wife getting pounded. I love watching those big black cocks hammering her pussy and the way she cums everytime, all glassy-eyed and spastic with the sheer joy of it all. Yes, she's a black cock whore but I am not ashamed or resentful. I wouldn't have it any other way.

During our private celebration of a very gratifying encounter with a local auto mechanic (really nice tool), my husband was fucking me from behind when he casually asked me if I'd ever thought about screwing black guys. His thrusting hardness was the perfect substitue for the image that filled my brain as soon as he mentioned black men. "I think you like the idea," he chuckled, as he filled my spasming pussy with his sperm. "I think you're worried about what I'll think if you tell me you like it...that you want it." he grunted, as I drained the last drop of lust from his twitching balls.

He went on and on about blackmen, telling me that nothing, absolutely nothing, excited him more than the thought of seeing me in bed with a black man. He told me what happened when he was 14... when he came home from school early and discovered his mother in bed with a black delivery man. He heard their murmurs as soon as he entered the house and, with a pounding heart and a terrific hardon, he crept silently up the stairs. He peeped thru the partially open bedroom door to find his mother, half naked on her knees with the Sear's man's black dick in her mouth. She was sucking his big black cock for all she was worth. My husband masturbated as he watched her sucking that black guy's cock and he shot off when she lifted her dress and laid back on the bed with her legs spread, urging the black man to fuck her like he did the last time. .

He said, watching his mother help that Sears guy get his large black cock into her hairy pussyhole was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. He masturbated again as he watched him (the black guy) screw his mom repeatedly. Their torrid fucking lasted over an hour and after the black guy shot off in his mom for the third time, he said he had to get back to work and started getting dressed. My husband never told his mom or anyone else what he saw that day but he wanted me to know so I would understand why he was so eager to see me have sex with a blackman. He said he wanted to re-live that afternoon with me - with another sexy woman he loved as much as he had loved his mother.

His passion and sincerity about it swept me off my feet. How could I argue with a fantasy like that? I already knew he wasn't lying about how much he liked watching me with other guys, so why not with a blackman? I believed what he said about watching his mother, and I understood why he wanted to experience it again...with me. So I decided to trust him and tell him the truth about my own blackman fantasies. With whorish delight and a painfully throbbing clit, I told him the thought of doing it with a blackman excited me alot. I told him I wondered about blacks like every white woman does and admitted that I wanted to know what doing it with a black guy felt like. I said, if he really wanted to see me do it with a black guy, I would be willing, even happy to give it a try.

As he rammed his stiff cock into the soggy mire of my cum filled snatch again, he said. "I can't wait to see you with a black dick in your pussy! You're gonna like it, honey. I know you will!" So, with vivid images of a big black cock in my married white pussy bouncing back and forth between us like ping pong balls, we screwed ourselves to another terrific orgasm and decided to go for it as soon as possible. The decision to do it was emphaticly, and irreversibly made right then and there. All that was left were the details. The excitement of the chase started the next day with my husband making an internet connection with a black guy who loved white pussy, especially married white pussy. When he emailed us a photo of his face, I liked him instantly. I was expecting a close up of his penis (a lot of guys do that on the web), but Earl,(not his name) surprised me. He showed me his large sensuous lips, his sexy mustache, his twinkling dark eyes, and that smooth, forbidden chocolatety skin I had fantasized about for so long. I guess I'm just a whore at heart because I wanted to fuck him as soon as I saw his picture. But, I played it cool and let my husband's eagerness to see it do all the work. That and Earl's desire to screw me, sight unseen, resulted in a date for the next available weekend. Earl said he would be there with bells on!

My husband wanted to re-live the excitement of finding his mother in bed with a black stranger, so he told me how he wanted to do it. He suggested strip poker and slow dancing to break the ice, then some photos of the two of us kissing and fondling and taking our clothes off. When the anticipation and desire got to a fever pitch, he said he would run out of film and have to go out to get some more, leaving us alone together. Then he would sneak back in and watch me just like he watched his mother. He even bought a couple rolls of film and put the bag in our car ahead of time so his trip to the store would be more believable afterward. He wanted it to be just like it was back then.

We met Earl at a sandwich shop in the local mall, made some small talk, and even windowshopped as we talked and got to know each other a little before returning to the house. Earl was very charming and complimentary. He looked handsome and sexy in his nice suit and tie. Slender, with big shoulders and a flat waist. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like naked. When my husband suggested we all go to the house for drinks and some dirty dancing, Earl practically jumped for joy. I could feel his eyes all over my body as I walked in front of him thru the parking lot. He seemed as pleased with me as I was with him.

When we got home, we started playing strip poker like we usually do when other guys come over. I tried to lose most of the hands like I always do when we play strip poker. Unless they're gay, guys don't really get into watching each other undress, but they all like watching a woman strip. Earl was no exception. He liked watching me so much, he started helping me take things off...and helping himself to some free feels at the same time. I got hot right away and he couldn't keep his hands off me after that. He played with my ass everytime he got close to me, telling me how sexy I was and how much he wanted to fuck me. When I lost my bra, he ignored the poker game and started playing with my titties non stop, tweaking the nipples, and watching them harden with desire.

When he pulled my panties to the side and started touching my pussy, my husband began searching frantically thru the camera case, announcing that he was out of film and had to go get some. I suggested he forget about photos and stay there with us but he was having none of that. He said he couldn't take pictures without film and he wanted pictures so he was going to get some more film. When door slammed behind him, there was an awkward moment of uncertainty and silence. Without my husband giving us directions, we didn't know what to do at first. But when I turned on the stereo and the sensuous sound of "Unchained Melody" filled the room, I knew exactly what to do.

Without a word, in nothing but panties, I melted into Earl's arms and we started to dance. As he nibbled my neck and groped the cheeks of my ass, I noticed the curtain above the sofa was slightly open and realized that my husband was probably going to look in the window...that he was probably already looking in the window. I wanted it to be perfect...for him and for me but I didn't know how to do it exactly. Fortunately for us all, Earl did know. He started kissing me passionately, probing with his tongue as he pressed his rigid erection against me. Even thru his pants, I could tell it was big... a lot bigger than my husbands. It was hard as stone and I wanted to see it...to touch it. I turned him sideways to the parted curtains so my husband could see everything and slowly dropped to my knees, massaging his thick boner thru his pants. "Oh baby," Earl hissed, unbuttoning his pants and helping me get his zipper down. I pulled his pants and briefs down at the same time in my eagerness to see what his cock looked like. I could feel my husband watching with an excitement equal to my own as Earl's thick, black cock bounced up and down in front of me...just inches from my face. Like a woman in a trance, I started kissing and stroking Earl's black dick from the hair on his balls to the drop of precum wetness seeping from its tip. He pushed it against my lips, impatiently and told me to suck it - to suck his black dick!

I was cumming in my panties as I opened my mouth and got my first taste of a blackman's cock. He pushed with his hips, forcing his dick further in. "Suck it, baby. Suck it!" he pleaded, as I wrapped my lips tightly around the thick shaft and started sucking. I bobbed up and down on his big cock like a woman possesssed, hotter than I ever imagined I could be. I was so excited I took it in too far and almost choked. But I fought the gagging reflex and sucked him harder...deeper! I sucked on his black cock like a cum-loving slut... like I wanted him to cum...to shoot off in my mouth so I could taste his cum and swallow everything he had to give me. Before it happened, he stopped me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, saying he was afraid he was going to cum if I didn't stop. I told him he could cum if he wanted to, trying to get his big cock back in my mouth, but he told me he wanted to fuck me first...that he wanted some white pussy! I was so hot, I was beside myself as he helped me up on the sofa and rolled my panties down my legs. He was going to stick that black dick in me. I knew he was. I couldn't wait to feel it either. I was already cumming and I wanted that black dick inside me more than I ever wanted anything!

Just as he was positioning himself between my spreading legs. I saw my husband in the darkness of the hallway, happily stroking his rigid little stiffyas he watched our every move. I could have sworn I heard him whisper, "Fuck'er Earl - Fuck that white pussy!" just as Earl's big dick parted my labias and entered my vagina. Nothing can describe the erotic sensations that overwhelmed me as I felt his cock filling me with its length and thickness. I looked at the darkened hallway as I told Earl how big and hard it was...how it was stretching my pussy...and, how good it felt. As Earl he started to pump his big rod in and out of my orgasming pussyhole, I couldn't see my husband shooting off but I knew he was. I knew he was cumming because I was.

Earl knew, too. He knew and it pleased him. "You like that black dick, don't you, baby?" he grunted, burying that big cock in me as deep and hard as he could. I heard myself saying "Yes Oh god yes! I love it!..... Fuck me, nigger FUCK ME GOOD!" Before I could apologize for letting the n-word slip, Earl started telling me how much he liked fucking white girls. "Niggers love white pussy" he whispered, burying every inch of that big cock inside me again and again. He said he was gonna fuck my white pussy all night long. I started rotating my hips for maximum penetration, already cumming and about to cum again. "Fuck me," I panted, clutching at his cock with my vaginal muscles. "Fuck me hard!"

Thats when Earl said, "Your wife likes this black dick, man. She can't get enough." He said it like he knew my husband was hiding and watching. "Want me to cum in her pussy?" he asked, still talking as if my husband were right there. "Want me to give her a black baby!" I don't know him saying that pushed me over the edge, but it did. The moment his deeply embedded cock exploded inside my spasming pussy, I had an orgasm like none I had ever had before. It was a whole new level of climax, so intense and powerful, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I felt like I was dying. But even if I would have been dying, I wouldn't have stopped. I didn't want it to stop...I didn't want him to stop! It was so good, I wanted it inside me like that forever.

But Earl did stop. We both stopped. And, as we lay recovering in each others arms, my husband returned, proudly displaying the film he had purchased and asking us both what we'd been up to while he was gone. The post-coital bliss radiating from us and the satisfied look on our faces said everything. My husband knew that look all to well. Smiling playfully, he looked right at Earl and asked him if he had been fucking his wife (me) while he was gone. Earl stood up, expanding his muscular chest and rolling his eyes. He told my husband he not only fucked me but that I had liked it...that I'd liked it alot! When he saw the hardon pushing out the front of my husband's pants, he started shaking his own re-energized cock and asked my husband if he wanted to watch him fuck me again. Hubby said he wouldn't miss it for the world, raising his camera as he rubbed his tented crotch.

Not only did Earl fuck me to another mind blowing orgasm, he and my husband took turns fucking me until the wee hours of the morning. It was the best sex any of us had ever had and my pussy was so sore the next day that it hurt whenever I passed water. In all my experiences with all those different guys, I had never been fucked like I got fucked that night. I had never been as satisfied and gratified as I was when Earl left. When my insatiable husband and I finally got to sleep, we both new that screwing black guys was as good as it was going to get for us...that we were going to be doing black/white 3ways alot after that. And we did. And we still are...

The phrase "black magic" describes it perfectly, too. That's what it is. Something magical happens when a strange black man spreads my legs and fucks me right in front of my husband. Something that magically turns my husband on as much as it does me. He often surprises me nowadays, bringing black guys home from work with him and telling them they can fuck me if they want to. I get so hot and bothered, I'm creaming in my panties before they even touch me. Even when its just the two of us in our bed, there's always a horny black stud in the bed between us, fueling our desire and gratifying our lust. Its the ultimate sexual expression for both of us...the bond that keeps us together...sexually, and emotionally. And, as long as I'm sexually active and there are horny blackmen who want me, black/white 3ways will be my favorite sexual position. I (we) truly understand what they mean when they say ONCE YOU GO BLACK, YOU'LL ALWAYS GO BACK! If there's anyting better than riding a black cock with my husband masturbating and urging me on, I don't know what it could be.

What he said was so totally unexpected, even my surprised look didn't conceal the flood of emotional relief and sexual titillation swirling around in my libido when he actually said it. I think I was relieved and arroused and surprised all at the same time. What he said he wanted more than anything was watch and take photos of me doing it with another man...other men!

As frightening as the idea of having sex with another guy with my husband there was, the thought of me having sex with another man alone wasn't frightening to me at all. On the contrary - it was actually sexually arousing. The thought of screwing a strange guy excited me more than I wanted my husband to know. It reminded me of the spontaneous passion and those wonderfully gratifying one night stands I had enjoyed with so many different guys when I was between husbands. I couldn't help wondering how doing it like that again would feel - if being some guy's "strange pussy" again would make me cum, and cum, the way it did back then. To be honest, the thought of a strange guy between my legs again turned me on as much as doing it did when I was doing it.

I knew right then I was gonna do what my husband wanted. It was his idea, his desire, so why not let him "persuade me" to go down memory lane so I could find out if fucking strangers still turned me on like it once did. I just wanted to see if the old magic was still working after all the years with nobody but my husband between my legs. Besides, since my husband wanted me to screw another guy, even if I liked it, he couldn't complain about it even if he wanted to. OH, did I mention how rigid and passionate he got just talking to me about it. He told me he could cum just thinking about it. In a matter of days, we were keeping each other hot and screwing like rabbits as we envisioned a total stranger's thick cock spurting deep inside my tight, wet, and always hungry, pussy. Thinking about it, fantasizing about it and anticipating it made my husband so hot, he was fucking me every five minutes. And, the more he fucked me and talked about it, the hotter I got about it myself. I couldn't believe how something so threatening and repulsive when he first brought it up could so easily become tremendously arousing and whorishly desirable to me. I must have liked my post divorce more than I thought I did. My husband never knew it because I never told him, but when he finally arranged something with another couple, I was as excited and anxious as he was.

I was also a little worried about how I was going to feel watching my husband fuck another woman. The part of her husband doing it to me really aroused me but the thought of my husband screwing her didn't appeal to me at all. Jealous? Greedy? Selfish? Possessive? whatever, I don't know. I just know I didn't want to see him fucking another woman nearly as much as he wanted to see other men fucking me.

I needn't have worried about it though. Probably on purpose, my husband chose a couple with a relactant wife who really wanted no part of it - a woman dominated by her husband and there because he coerced her to be there. She was a wet blanket from the moment we all started playing strip games. The guy, Bob (not his real name) bullied her, making her surrender clothing whenever she lost just like I was... like we all were. As soon as I lost my bra and he got a look at my big, bare breasts, he was wild eyed crazy with desire for me. I could see it and his wife could see it too.

She was heavier than I was and kind of plain looking and she obviously didn't feel either sexy or excited as she compared my sexy lingerie to her plain bra and white cotton panties. Her breasts, hidden behind her folded arms almost as soon as Bob made her take her bra off, were obviously smaller than my 34C's and she continually stared at the floor and wouldn't talk to anybody.

My husband tried to include her but she just wasn't interested. And, she flatly refused to take off her panties when she lost'em in the strip game.

Fearing Bob might smack her around or something, so strong was his desire for me, my husband comforted Bob's humiliated wife, telling her to relax and not feel obligated to join in at first or even ever if she didn't want to. His rigid cock was trying to burst out of his shorts and I knew he wanted Bob to fuck me so bad he couldn't wait for it to happen. Bob was even hotter for it. He didn't even try to hide his thick erection or his powerful desire to stick every inch of that oversized salami in me at the first opportunity. His passion was so great, he decided to fuck me whether his wife liked or not....whether she fucked my husband or not.

He cautioned her not to spoil it for him, practically ordering her to do her part. When she started to cry, my husband suggested Bob and I take the right bed and he and Bob's wife would take the left. He assured Bob and his befuddled wife that he would be gentle and wouldn't do anything that Bob's wife didn't want him to do.

Like Bob cared even cared! He had been fantasizing about some "strange pussy" for god knows how long and now that I was there, nearly naked, wet with anticipation and flushed with excitement, he wasn't about turn back. He was practically foaming at the mouth when I laid back on the bed so he could see that my panties were crotchless...so he could see the pussy he had been thinking about since the day we agreed to party with him.

I say "him" instead of "them" because that's how it was. Bob's wife had her head buried in my husband's shoulder and he consoled her quietly as he watched Bob paw at my breasts and finger my dripping crotch. He sat up, continuing to pat her and tell her it was okay as he watched Bob have his way with me. I could see how hard and excited mu husband got watching Bob tongue kissing me , feeling me up, and urging me to touch his big cock.

He (my husband) started masturbating when Bob removed his shorts and we saw how big his rockhard cock was. I could him see him mouthing the words "Fuck her, Bob. Fuck that pussy!" as he maturbated with one hand and comforted Bob's wife with the other.

Over whelmed by the excitement of the moment and seeing the hunger in both my husband's and Bob's eyes had me so aroused I was pracically cuming before Bob, the stranger ever got it in me. When he pushed my legs apart and aimed that big cock at my waiting pussy-hole, I was already so close to a climax I couldn't stop myself. The moment his big cock pierced my labias and stabbed deep into my vagina, I started getting off like crazy. I started moving my hips and lifting up for it, cuming again and again as he hammered in and out of me with all the pent up passion his materializing fantasy fuck could muster. He pounded his big cock into me with the force of a rigid battering ram, destroying my defenses and making me cum repeatedly like the dick loving slut I am when I get hot like that.

"Fuck me!" I screamed whorishly, (not out loud but inside my head), wanting him to take me...wanting to feel him spurting inside me, wanting to reconnect with the magic I had found with strangers during my divorcee days. My husband knew how screwing strangers affected me, and any lingering doubts he may have had about it disappeared completely the moment Bob's big cock erupted inside me.

The stiffening, writhing climax I reached with him ejactulating inside me left little doubt about my wholehearted participation in the orgasmic frenzy that was happening right before my husband's eyes. Strangely enough, my husband seemed to be enjoying it with as much entusiasm and passion as Bob himself was...as I was. He stood up so I could see that he was climaxing too... shooting off in the air and rolling his eyes like he does when sex gets really good to him.

Talk about MAGIC! It was so good, Bob stayed hard after his orgasm and as soon as we stopped cumming, he rolled me over until I was on top riding him. He urged me to keep on fucking him, to give him some more of that sweet pussy of mine. I did, and he did and we did, all three of us. It seemed even more gratifying and pleasurable than it was the first time and we all got off like there was no tomorrow.

When Bob finally eased my cum filled pussy off of his siftening cock, my ever thoughtful husband suggested that we leave so Bob could talk to his wife and convince her to join us. Bob didn't like that idea at all. He was fucking me and he liked fucking me and he knew I liked it too so he wanted to fuck me some more. Diplomatically my husband suggested giving them directions to our house and, if his wife changed her mind, they could join us at our house later if they wanted to. I'm sure he knew, as I did, that Bob would be stopping by whether his wife came with him or not.

He did and we did. They took turns fucking me intil the wee hours of the morning. Once they even had both their cocks in my pussy at the same time. My husband shot off right away and when his shriveled up cock slipped out all limp and gooey with cum, Bob took over finished me off. He pounded his big strange cock into to me like he wanted to drive me through the bed, telling me "Her it cums, baby...Here it cums", as he spayed the depths of my convulsing vagina with his, warm, thick semen for the fifth and final time.

After that, we all gave in to the total exhaustion our frantic, continuous coupling had produced. Bob returned to his weeping wife with no regrets that we could see and my husband and I shared two additional orgasms before we, too, finally collapsed and called it a night.

Nothing can top a beginning like that, right? Immediately after we partied with Bob, the sexual passion between my huband and I returned with a vengence. We screwed like rabbits and planned additional encounters. We soliticted single guys, or married guys pretending to be single guys, on a couple internet porn sites and got plenty of responses. Almost every weekend, we'd drive to a local motel and my husband would watch and cheer while some total stranger fucked me repeatedly, climaxing himself as he watched me writhe with pleasure in the arms of another man.

He watched me suck stange men's cocks with the same excitement and enthusiasm he displayed when he watched them fuck me. He especially liked it when I would suck some other guy off and swallow his cum. He always ejaculated like crazy when I was doing that. It was the sexual pinnacle for me. I loved every minute of it and I loved mu husband giving it to me that way. It was perfect!

And just when I started thinking the sex couldn't get any better, it did.

This chapter is already too long so I will save how and why the sex got even better until another time. But, I will finish the story. I promise I will.

Two years ago, I spent several months talking my reluctant wife Becky into it. I'm not sure if she finally gave in just to shut me up or simply to give me what I wanted, but, either way, all those thrilling fantasies I'd been getting off on since the day we were married were finally within reach and I couldn't wait to see Becky give some of that magical white pussy of hers to a horny black stud.

When it finally happened, I was a little disappointed. Not for myself. I got off as often as Calvin did and I know I liked watching him fuck her as much as he liked doing it. I was disappointed at how hesitant and reserved my wife Becky was. She was acommodating enough and very submissive to everything he wanted. She even climaxed when he shot off inside her, but something was still wrong. She was putting out for him but she wasn't 'really' fucking him, if you know what I mean.

She was still holding back and avoiding involvement the 2nd time and the third time we 3wayed with a visiting blackman. But with me shooting off on the side lines and re-assuring her that I loved watching her do it with blackmen, she finally started to relax and by the 4th time, she was really starting to enjoy it. Not as much as I did, but enough to cum several times and tell me afterward how good it was. When we were having sex together at home later that night, she actually started to climax when I told her how sexy and hot she looked doing it with black guys.

By the 5th time, she was doing it with the other guy as willingly and energetically as she does it with me. When I told her how much sexier she was when she liked it, she told me she just had to be sure I really and truly wanted her to get into it like that. She said she had to be sure I really wanted it myself before she could allow herself to want it with me.

Then, she giggled and said now that she was sure about my feelings and didn't have to worry about how I would react, she wondered if it would be alright to invite Calvin back a second time. I didn't even ask her why, I just slipped my very hard cock in her already wet pussy hole and fucked the shit out of her as visions of Calvin's big black dick danced in both of our heads.

Fortunately, I still had Calvin's number and he was delighted when I called. He said he'd been thinking about us and that he was looking forward to seeing my wife. When I suggested Friday night, he said he was hard already. I laughed and told him I was already hard, too. In fact, the thought of Becky wanting to fuck him again had made me more or less constantly hard ever since she said it. I felt like my fantasies were coming true. More than anything, I had wanted Becky to want it with me, and I knew by her reluctance to talk about Calvin before Friday came that she wanted him as much as I wanted to see her with him. I was already cumming in my pants when he knocked at the door.

Any lingering doubts I may have had about my wife's desire for sex with others disappeared as soon as Calvin walked into the house. Becky melted into his arms and gave him a long, mesmerizing open mouthed tongue kiss that lasted several minutes. His hands were all over her ass as he pushed his obvious erection against her repeatedly. It was like he was fucking her thru their clothes. By the time the kiss ended, Becky's skirt was up around her waist and Calvin had both his black hands inside the legbands of her panties, cupping and squeezing the creamy, white cheeks of her ass.

Then without any chit-chat or foreplay...he unzipped his pants and hauled out that long, black dick of his. As he pushed Becky down on the sofa, he told us he'd been thinking about it so much all week that he just had to have it. Then, taking our silence for permission, he parted my wife's legs and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. "now I'm gonna fuck you like I wanted to fuck you the first time,", he told her as he aimed his thick cock at her pussy and slowly pushed it in.

The look on my wife's face and the way she got off as buried all nine inches of his stiff black dick into the depths of her spasming pussy was so arrousing to see, I started masturbating before he even got it all in. When their pubic hair finally meshed, he held his thick cock all the way in, without moving it, until Becky stopped cumming. When she finally caught her breath and relaxed under him, her skin was so white, she was glowing. She hugged him with her thighs and sighed with contentment as she slowly opened her sexy green eyes.

She looked up at Calvin. "This is going to be good, huh?" she predicted, as he started moving his big cock back and forth inside her. "It's already good!" he grunted as he short stroked her again and again, nudging his lengthy cock deeper and deeper.

Watching it was so arousing I got off before either of them did. But I did get some really good photos...a couple of her cumming herself as Calvin was shooting off inside her. It was truly a black magic moment. After that night, though she still insisted she was only doing it for me, and I still pretended I believed her, Becky became a lot more receptive, more involved, and more understanding about my desires to see her with blackmen. She got so understanding, she started doing it on her own...even when I wasn't around. And, she's so receptive now, she'll fuck just about any black guy that hits on her. She's even picked guys up off the street when I'm at work. Our sex life's become a constant round of strange blackmen using my wife like a whore.

And, bless her soul, She loves it! She fucks'em right in front of my face, sometimes in cars, sometimes in cemetaries, and sometimes in motels while I wait outside. Several times, she's hooked up with black guys in the back seat of our car with me in the front, watching'em go at it in the rearview. Her appetite for sex with blackmen has become as voracious as my desire to witness it. She loves it! And, she actually responds to my watching too, feeding off it as she writhes in ecstasy under her black lovers. She really likes turning me on..telling me how good it feels and how much she likes it, getting hotter and hotter with every thrust of the big, black cock buried between her legs.

Another interesting aspect of her sexual development is her growing fondness for oral sex. She sucks black guy's cocks all the time now, often without any encouragement from me. She sucks them off, too... and swallows their squirting juices with whorish delight. She loves the way I masturbate watching her mouth fuck big, black cocks and, when she sees me getting off on it, she gets off herself. I wanted her to be a black cock whore and, now that she is, there's no putting the genie back in the bottle. I can tell you that.

But, I'm not complaining, because I love it as much as Becky does...as much as her black lovers do. I'm simply warning you wife watching wannabes you better be sure its something you'll never get tired of because I can tell you from experience, your wife won't. My wife Becky is the biggest black cock whore in several nearby towns and I couldn't stop her now even if I wanted to. She wouldn't let me!

So, if you want it, guys - be sure you want it because I can tell you right now, once your wife does it, she's gonna to want it all the time just like Becky does. For me, it's heaven, but for undecided, experimenting wannabes, it could be easily be hell.

Fortunately for me, my voluptuous wife, although hesitant and cautious at first, finally agreed to give it a go last year. I was so excited when we finally made a connection on the web and invited a strange guy to meet us at a local motel, I jerked off almost constantly the week leading up to it. Although she was still frightened and puzzled by my eagerness to give her to someone else, my wife dressed in her sexiest finery and off she went, flushed with excitement as we approached the motel. She kept asking me if I was sure, like she wanted me to back out and take her back home, but nothing short od death itself would have stopped me. I wanted it so much, I was practically cumming in my pants when he knocked on the door to our room.

He was about 5'10", stocky and muscular, with big, soft lips and flashing brown eyes. Like me, he was already rigid with excitement and anticipation. He couldn't believe how sexy and beautiful Angie was. He flattered her repeatedly and told me over and over how hot she was. He was as anxious as I was to get into it but I decided to give my wife a little time to adjust to the idea of screwing him right in front of me so I suggested some dancing to get things going.

I should have known he wouldn't be able control himself. He'd been thinking about it all week just like I had and he was so aroused, he was all over Angie as soon as they started to dance...feeling her up and pressing his erection against her...kissing her neck and whispering in her ear. When he started lifting her dress, she looked right at me and mouthed the words "Are you sure?" I unzipped my pants and started stroking my rockhard cock, mouthing my answer, "I'm sure." I assured her. She didn't look at me again until he was ejaculating inside her.

She allowed him to put his hands under her dress and accepted his deep kisses, tongue and all, seemingly forgetting me altogether. She moaned when he slipped his fingers under the legband of her panties, touching her exposed pussy. I could see how wet she was as he fingerfucked her. His dark fingers were glistening with moisture as he probed her hairy slit, whispering, "I wanna fuck you, baby...I wanna fuck you bad!"

Angie offered no resistance as he stripped off her blouse and unsnapped her bra. When her perfect white breasts tumbled out where he could see them, he immediately grabbed them and started sucking her fully erect nipples. She responded by dropping her dress around her ankles so his hands had complete access to her naked white thighs and her panty covered crotch. With his mouth working her titties and his hands all over her ass, he pushed her down on the motel bed and unzipped his pants.

With my wife and I both staring intently at the tented bulge in his trousers, he hauled his black cock outin the open where we could see it.

It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life...the first black cock I'd ever seen, too. But, that isn't why I thought it was so big. I thought it was big because it was BIG - real big...twice as thick as mine and several inches longer! On the verge of orgasm and dying to see him between her legs, I shot off all over tha place when he straddled her chest and told her to "SUCK IT!"

I was cumming like a fountain as he pushed his thick cock between Angie's lips and started slowly fucking it in and out of her mouth. It was so sexy and arousing to see that my cock stayed hard despite my orgasm and I was soon masturbating myself again as I watched Angie respond to the rigid cock he was pumping in and out of her mouth. She took as much into her mouth and throat as she could, bobbing her head up and down his lengthy stalk like it was her favorite candy. The sight of his dark cock plunging in and out of her mouth, had me ready to get off again in no time.

I couldn't resist urging her to suck it as I watched...telling her how sexy and hot she looked with that black dick in her mouth. And my urging only made my young wife hotter. She sucked that black dick like a bitch in heat..like she wanted him to cum in her mouth. I was soon on the verge of another orgasm, anticipating his ejaculation and wondering if my wife was going to swallow his cum like she swallowed mine. It was the sexiest thing I ever saw in my life.

But he didn't cum in her mouth. Instead, he pulled back and leaped up between her legs, aiming his thick rod at her panty covered crotch. Angie spread her legs wide apart and pulled her panties to the side like a shameless hussey, exposing her pussy, writhing and moaning as if anxious to have his big cock inside her. Unerringly, he pierced her labias with his first thrust and pushed his black dick deep into her vagina. Chanting "Fuck'er Fuck'er" like a school boy, I ejaculated again as he buried his huge cock in her pussy again and again.

Undoubtedly driven by the bliss I felt watching him bury his big dick in my wife's hot pussy, my cock remained erect after my second orgasm, too. I hardly paused and was soon stroking again, completely mesmerized by the sight of his black dick burrowing into her white pussy like an ebony battering ram. I urged him to "fuck her...to get all that white pussy" as I appraoched yet a third orgasm. His big, black ass was like a blur between her legs as he pounded into her again and again, announcing his impending ejactlation. "Here it cums, baby...here it cums" he groaned, driving every inch of his spurting cock as deep into her overstuffed pussy as he could.

I almost died as Angie grabbed the cheeks of his ass, welcoming his climax, holding him deep inside as he emptied his passion within her. And, her own orgasm, though subdued, was the culmination of all my fantasies. Watching her spasm beneath him and writhe with pleasure like that cemented my fixation and triggered my third orgasm. I knew even then that all I ever wanted sexually and all I'd ever need sexually was the sight of a blackman's big cock buried inside Angie's white pussy. I was addicted from that moment on and with each new encounter since then, the addiction has just gotten stronger.

Only my dick knows for sure why I like watching blacks fuck her so much, but I guess its a good thing because Angie's become a willing, even eager participant in all this. She gets excited about it herself now...anticipating it the same as I do...as he does. She's even taken to taunting me about it, telling me how good sex with black guys is, how big their cocks are and how much better than me they are. She calls me "needle dick" and brags about how much she likes sucking and fucking her black lovers in front of me, often intimating that she screws blackmen whether I'm there or not.

Somehow, even that arouses me. I get excited when she suggests that she's fucking behind my back and often masturbate while she me tells about fucking some guy she picked up in the grocery store or at the mall. I can see her spread-eagled on her back with a big, black dick buried in her pussy as she describes her infidelities in the darkness of our bedroom. Its almost like I'm watching her just the same as I do when we're together.

Addiction? Obsession? Call it what you will. I am helpless to resist. My dick is hard right now just talking about it. I literally can't wait until the next time. I'm like a junkie looking for a fix, anticipating it, wanting it, needing it. And I cum ever time I get one.

If that not being addicted to black cock, I don't know what is!