FIVE
When I entered the bar I noticed a handsome black man sitting at the far end of the bar and one couple sitting near the back. The bartender took my order as I sat down on a stool near the middle of the bar. As I sipped my drink I thought about Robert and I talking about my black fantasy. I looked over at the black man and saw he was looking me over and did not even bother to look away when I looked at him. He took another drink from his glass and got up and came over to where I was and sat down beside me. I looked at him and he asked if he could buy me a drink. I looked intently into his handsome face and finally said, "YES." He ordered another for me as he struck up a conversation and in a few minutes ordered a third.
As we talked his eyes kept going to my breasts. The white string bikini I had on did not leave a lot to the imagination. I looked down nonchalantly and noticed quite a bulge in his shorts. Finally he came right out and asked if I had ever been with a black man. "No," I told him and as I said it I knew I was probably going to have my first soon. He asked if I was staying there at the hotel and when I said yes he asked what floor. As it turned out we were on the same floor at opposite ends of the hall. He asked if I would like to go see the ocean with him. After three drinks I thought he meant really go out an see the ocean. He meant from his room. When we walked into the elevator I ask where we were going and he said to see the ocean.
As we arrived at his door and he opened it I was a little scared. His hand slid across my ass as I walked into his room. He guided me over to the bed and had me sit on the side of it as he went into the bathroom. He came out a few moments later wearing just a terry cloth bathrobe. As he walked toward me he asked if I would like to take my shirt off. I let it slide off my shoulders onto the bed. He walked over in front of me and slowly untied his robe and opened it. My eyes must have gotten wide as I saw it. That black cock was 9" (he told me that) and so thick. He moved closer to my face and I reached up to hold it in my hand. I could feel it getting harder as I held it. He pushed it closer to my face and I kissed the head, licking it very lightly with my tongue all around the head. Pulling the skin tight against the base of his cock, I took the entire head in my mouth. It was so big!
I slowly slid the skin back and forth on the shaft as I licked and sucked the head. I began to lick and kiss down the under side of this huge cock to his balls hanging so low beneath the base of his cock. I took one in my mouth and gently rolled it and sucked on it. His moans let me know how much he liked this. I sucked and kissed each ball and lightly drew my teeth over them. While doing this I was also slowly stroking the shaft of that huge black cock. I worked my way back up to the head and as I took as much in my mouth as I could, which was maybe a little over a third of him, a sudden thought occurred in my mind. How would I get this massive cock inside me?
As I drew my mouth back up his cock his hands went to my shoulders. He reached down behind me and untied the sling of my top. As it fell into my lap his eyes went to my breasts and my nipples standing out hard. He had me stand up and he knelt in front of me and untied the strings on each side of my bikini bottom. As he pulled it away from my pussy he said, "I love the taste of white pussy." He eased me back on the bed and pushed my legs apart with his huge hands on the inside of my thighs. I was spread wide open. I looked down as he lowered his face to my pussy and I felt his thick tongue slide between the lips of my pussy and over my clit. There was no way I could not hold back the moan that escaped my lips at that moment. His tongue felt so good! It worked in and out of my pussy and over my clit. I knew I was going to cum very soon. When the orgasm began I moaned so loudly, he later told me that he was sure people in the other rooms heard me.
As I lay there, the inside of my thighs slick from my juices, he began to move between my legs. As I looked at him he told me to take hold of his cock and guide it to my pussy. He was staring at me so intently, with such lust in his eyes, I obeyed without even thinking. I guided the swollen head between my lips and to the opening of my pussy. He began to slowly push inside me. MY GOD! It was big! Slowly he worked it back and forth, pushing deeper each time. With each stroke he seemed to go deeper inside me. At this point I was almost out of control. I felt stretched to the limit. He was sliding thay huge cock in and out of me. I looked him in the eyes and the look on his face was pure lust. His eyes seemed to almost look through me. Laying there naked beneath this handsome black man, my legs spread as wide as they could possibly go, his cock filling me to the limit, was so erotic.
The taboo of being fucked by this black man was what made it even more exciting. I am not sure how long he fucked me like this before I came, but it didn't seem like it was long enough. He wasn't through though. He then had me climb on top of him and guide his cock in me as I lowered my pussy onto it. My pussy parted and enveloped his cock as I slowly lowered myself onto it and began rocking back and forth. I felt his hands on my breasts and he lightly pinched my nipples making them even harder than they already were. His hands seemed to roam all over my body as I rocked and slid up and down on him. I felt another orgasm coming. As I began to cum I realized he was coming also. He filled me with his cum as I loudly moaned. It was absolutely delicious.
Even though the room was air conditioned, my body glistened with sweat. I laid down on him and I was breathing like I had just be through a 30 minute workout. His hands kept roaming over my ass and I suddenly realized he wasn't getting soft. He told me he wanted me on my hands and knees. I got a little scared and told him I couldn't take him in my ass. He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, your ass isn't what I want." I got in position the way he wanted me and he began to push his cock against my pussy lips. I heard him say, "Reach back and help it get in." I reached back between my legs and took the head in my hand guiding it between the lips of my pussy. He began working it in again and amazingly I was taking it much easier this time. I felt his hands on the cheeks of my ass as he slowly slid that cock of his in and out of me.
I was down on my elbows with my ass higher in the air than my head. He kept saying how much he loved white pussy. I reached back and began rubbing my finger over my clit and sometimes massaged his balls when he pushed inside me an stayed there a second. I came again in a few minutes but he kept right on going. His strokes quickened and he went on like this for a pretty long time. I must admit that this felt great but I was getting tired. He finally came again.
After a few minutes rest I told him I better go, my husband would be back any minute. As I put my bikini back on I looked over at him laying on the bed. His handsome black body glistened in sweat and his cock was still fairly hard, but I knew I had to go. He did give me his name and phone number and told me he
would even come visit me if I wanted him to do so. As I got in the shower in my room
I thought about how I would tell Robert. That, though, is another story.
This happened years ago when I was 27 while we were on vacation. Robert and I had talked about me having a black man when we talked about our fantasies and it really got me very hot! On a day that Robert went surf fishing I had gone down to the pool. After a few hours I was thirsty and decided to go into the hotel bar and get a drink. This was about three in the afternoon and usually there weren't many people in the bar at this time. So I just slipped a button up shirt over my string bikini and did not button it up.
I stayed out of the living room for a few minutes after I heard them
come in the door; I wanted to let them at least get started in
privacy. When I heard my wife start to moan, I silently slipped into the
living room to watch the scene unfold. Jeff was a large muscular
man. My wife and he were on the couch, kissing passionately, their
tongues frantically dueling. He had her blouse unbuttoned and one large
black hand was kneading the soft white flesh of her left boob as his
other hand explored under her skirt. He continued to pleasure her
breast as his hand forced its way past the elastic of her panties and he
worked his fingers into her cunt. Their mouths were still plastered
together and she was squirming and moaning into his mouth almost
uncontrollably. When his finger found the love button of her clit, she
popped her mouth off of his and let out a squeal. They had been at it
only a few minutes and already she was on the brink of cumming. My
wife grabbed Jeff's head and pulled it to her heaving chest as she
started to pant. "Oh yes, do it, do it, do it," she pleaded as he
continued to finger her and he roughly sucked her nipples. After just a
few seconds, she arched her back, mashing her breasts into his face and
grinding her crotch up into his straining fingers as she let out a
shriek of orgasm. She came long and hard, then slackened in his arms.
Jeff stood up and noticed me. He grinned as he peeled off his
clothes, first revealing a powerful chest and arms. "This isn't so bad,
being watched by a white man as I fuck his pretty wife silly," he said.
I was sitting across the room, my own dick hard as steel as I
watched. My wife had sat up on the couch now, looking up at him
lustfully and expectantly. "Show him what you've got, Jeff, show him
what's going to be splitting my pussy in a couple of minutes," she said
breathlessly.
"No problem, baby." With that, Jeff dropped his pants and
underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Arching
gracefully away from his crotch was the largest piece of man meat I had
ever seen: it was semi-erect from the making out he and my wife had
already engaged in, and it already looked to be almost ten inches long.
My wife's tiny hands grasped the base as she fit her gorgeous lips
around the head and started to blow his pipe. Jeff groaned and he ran
his fingers through her blonde hair as she started to suck more and more
life into his massive member. She worked the knob with her mouth as she
jacked the base with her hands, and it just kept on growing and growing
in her mouth. After a few minutes she had him fully erect, and it must
have been twelve inches of meat jutting out from his crotch. Her head
was bobbing up and down on just the upper half of his stalk, it was so
damned big. She finally popped her mouth off of him and stood up and
stripped for her lover. Then she lay back on the couch and spread her
legs seductively for him. Her pretty blonde pussy beckoned to him. "Come
on, tiger, come on and get this fine white trim," she cooed.
As he climbed between her legs and prepared to mount her, I pointed to
some vaseline on the coffee table. "Hey, you'll probably want some
lube."
Jeff looked at the jar, then at my wife's pussy, then grinned again.
"You do it, white boy," he said, arching his back, his cock bobbing out
in front of him, inches away from my wife's dewy opening. I don't know
why, but I was so mesmerized by the whole kinky scene that I took a
fingerful of vaseline and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then smeared
it on down the length of his shaft. Jeff groaned as I got some more on
my hand and, making a fist, proceeded to slide it down the length of his
ebony pole. The guy's prick felt like a bat it
was so thick and hard, though it was also hot and throbbing with lust
for my wife. I stared at it as I jacked my fist up and down his shaft,
then I fit the head of his cock to my wife's pussy and started to rub it
up and down her slit. My wife moaned as I rubbed it between her
lips, then back and forth across her clit, then down her lips again.
I bent down slightly and sucked Jeff's right nipple as I continued to
masturbate my wife with his cock. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "That's it,
white boy, get your lady off on my big black dick. Oh gawd, her trim
looks so fine. Yeah, oh yeah, rub her up good."
My wife was moaning non-stop now, obviously loving it. Finally I
pulled my head away so I could see the moment of penetration. "Do it," I
hissed, "get up inside that white girl."
Jeff of course needed no encouragement. He leaned into her
and the swollen head of his organ intruded past her lips. She let out a
scream as the head and first few inches disappeared inside her. He
backed out, then put it to her again: this time about half of his length
was buried in her tight hole. My wife looked down at the point where
their sweaty bodies were joined. "Oh gawd," she bleated, "give it all
to me! Give me all your black cock!" Jeff backed out again, and taking
a rough hold of her hips with his strong hands, he plowed into her
again: three quarters of the way. Finally, with an
animal growl he bore down on her and ground the last few inches into
her oh so willing pussy, their pubes merging into a sweaty tangle of
lust right in front of my face.
We all let out a sigh, then they started the old familiar bump and
grind of two people hot for each other. Jeff started slow, riding his
huge prick in and out of her with long strokes, but he quickly speeded
up, his cock flying in and out of her, his shaft wet with her juices and
perfectly framed by her pretty blonde bush, her lips clinging to him
with each out stroke. I slid up my wife's body to press her bouncing
boobs together and suck them as she got the fucking of her life. She
reached down and generously stroked my dick as she got drilled into
the couch with each thrust. My wife was
wailing with pleasure, almost weeping as she got fucked. "Oh
gawd, yes," she wailed, "oh gawd, he's fuckin' incredible! Harduh,
hahduh!! Fuck me, you stud! Fuck me!"
She was getting close, and so was I, the cum boiling in my balls. I
knelt beside her and aimed my gun at her tits. She stroked faster and
faster. Jeff wasn't far behind, either. His eyes were scrunched shut as
he focused on his own rising cum: "O yeah, oh yeah, that trim is so
good! Oh gawd, you are so damned tight! Oh yeah, Oh yeah!!!" My
wife, her fist still flying up and down my dick and her eyes glued to
Jeff's mighty dick as it slammed in and out of her eager snatch, arched
her back and let out a yell as she came. At almost the same time, I
spilled my load on her lovely titties and Jeff's whole body went rigid.
He let out a ferocious roar and his body shuddered, his powerful butt
cheeks flexing through several half strokes as he pumped my wife full
of his seed.
We were all exhausted; not so exhausted that Jeff and I didn't get
it up a few minutes later to give it to my wife again. I don't care if
my wife is in love with black cock: we are having the time of our
lives.
I have been sharing my wife for most of our ten year
marriage, but never before last week had I seen her with a
black man. A month ago a handsome black man named Jeff had started
working as a security guard at the hospital where my wife is a nurse.
When he started hitting on her, she succumbed almost immediately, she
was so curious to see if all the rumors about black men's prowess
were true. She had surrendered only her mouth to him, however,
dropping to her knees and blowing him in a storage room almost every
night they worked together. She had told me all the details, including
that the rumors were most definitely true, at least in Jeff's case. As
much as he wanted to get into her fine white pussy, he had not been
willing to do it at our house with me watching; my wife finally talked
him into it last Friday night.
It happened one night when I was returning from a business trip. The plan was
for me to meet Sara and Tom, our black lawyer friend with a huge cock, a
former linebacker at USC, for dinner and then we three would come back to our
place and work Sara over. But my plane was late and Sara and Tom had already
had dinner and returned to the house by the time I arrived. I walked in, tired
but feeling that special excitement of knowing we would have a hot night. It
was dark, with some jazz playing and candles burning. No one was in the living
room but I could hear soft laughter in the bedroom. I found a note from Sara
next to a champagne glass. It said, "Welcome, my love. I have a special
evening planned for you...if you want. Sit down and drink some champagne and
think about it for a moment...What we would like you to do is take off all
your clothes and walk into the bedroom and spend the rest of the evening
serving us." (I couldn't believe she had written the note as "us" and "we," as
if Tom and she had conspired together...which I suppose they had.) "You will
do whatever we tell you to that will please us. Anything and everything. For
both Tom and I. Of course you don't have to do it. If you don't want to, just
walk into the bedroom still dressed. But if you want to serve us, as I want
you to, take all your clothes off and come in. Then I will know you have
accepted our arrangement for the evening. And yes, please bring us some
champagne from the refrigerator. I'm sure we could use some more."
To be honest, I was almost trembling by the time I finished the note. My
immediate instinct was to walk into the bedroom, fully dressed, and turn her
over on her stomach and sink my cock 9 inches into her tight asshole to hear
her moan and cum, as she always did so well....but I didn't. I sat there,
drank some more champagne, and then got up, took off all my clothes, and
walked into the bedroom.
Sara smiled when she saw me. And she was an incredible sight. She was lying
back in Tom's arms, completely surrounded by his huge black body. His very
long, thick cock lay against his thigh, with a trail of come on his leg. She
was wearing a white corset and white stockings...nothing else. Her large
breasts had been pulled from the corset top so they hung free, her luscious
pink nipples looking swollen and abused. She saw, of course, that I was nude.
She held out her champagne glass and said, "More, please." My hand was shaking
as I poured. Tom held out his glass. I poured for both of them.
Sara slid to the edge of the bed and opened her thighs. She had shaved all of
her pussy hair except for a tuft above the lips. "Now," she said, "you can
drink." She pushed me down between her legs and I could see Tom's come lining
her lips. "Enjoy," she said, pulling me toward her sweet cunt. Again I thought
about turning her over and jamming my cock deep into her ass...But I did as I
was told, and drank. She shuddered as my tongue licked her thoroughly. "You're
just in time," she said. I looked up and saw her reach out for Tom. He slid
next to her on the bed, his legs touching her. "I'm ready for some more cock."
She reached over and begin to play with his huge cock. It stiffened
immediately. I kept my tongue in her cunt, working, while she leaned over and
started sucking him. Tom lay back sipping champagne, a very contented look on
his face.
Sara took my hand and directed it to his cock. I pulled back. I had never
touched another man's cock in my life. "Jerk it," she said, "while I suck it."
She pulled my hand over and I did as I was told, not believing I was actually
allowing this to happen.
His cock was hard but soft. He moaned as Sara took him all the way down the
base next to my hand.
She pushed my head back and climbed on top of him, still facing me. "Put it
in," she said. I did as I was told, sliding his truly huge cock into her wet,
slick cunt. It disappeared inside her. She began moving up and down. "Now suck
my clit," she said.
This was something I had never done, either, suck her while someone's cock was
in her. But I did it. She came almost at once, "Oh, you bastard. Suck it. Do
it. Do it!"
She rode him, coming again as I continued to suck. Tom was groaning, calling
her his "hot white bitch, pretty white slut." Sara grabbed my hand and forced
me to squeeze his balls with her. Together we milked his balls as he came. I
was inches away and could see the pulsing of his cock, while he moaned, "Milk
that cock, you sluts...two white sluts...milk it!"
His cock fell out and I could see the come drip out. Sara pushed me back down
on the floor on my back. "Now baby," she laughed, still shaking a little from
her orgasms, "now I ride you." I thought she was going to sit on my rock hard
cock but instead she moved over my face. "One more," she moaned, "I need one
more come and you're going to give it to me." She smothered her soaking wet
cunt on my mouth, juices dripping.
I ate her to two more orgasms. "Very nice," she said, when she rose finally.
We drank some champagne, she looking at me with a smile. It was clear she was
enjoying this. Tom was asleep on the bed. My cock was still incredibly hard.
She climbed into bed and began to suck him. Slowly he awoke, his cock
thickening. She motioned for me to get in bed next to her. She sucked him for
almost a half hour while I lay next to her. She finally made him come, then
leaned over to kiss me. I pulled back but she grabbed me by the back of my
head and wouldn't let me. Our tongues played...
Tom lay back. Sara lay next to him. I moved over her to enter her. She held up
her hand. "Now we sleep," she said. I couldn't believe it. I lay down next to
her, my cock throbbing. Slowly we drifted asleep.
She woke me up with a kiss. It was dawn, and Tom had to leave early to run a
board meeting of his law firm. "Just once more," she whispered when I woke
up. "I'm going to take a shower and when I come out, I'll take him...
When she came out, Tom was hard for her. She rode him while I got up to take a
shower. When I came out, Tom was leaving. We shook hands and I let him out. I
turned back to the bedroom. Sara was waiting for me. She was on her knees, her
ass facing the doorway to the bedroom. I could see his come dripping out of
her cunt. I thought about all the come he had pumped into her in the last
twelve hours. She held her ass apart and murmured. "Clean it all. That's your
job today, baby. Clean it all up..." She started coming almost at once,
crying....
So there you have it! It was an incredibly hot scene...We enjoy corresponding
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I thought you might enjoy hearing about an encounter we had in which I was
submissive to Sara and her black lover Tom. It is something that I had never
done before but it was a fantasy of Sara's to see me submit and it was
something I thought about, in the way you fantasize about things you haven't
tried...
When we made contact with him, he told us that on the previous New Years (which happened to be on a weekend that year) he had one White couple over the house, and for the 2 day period not less that 30 Black men had paraded through there and into the White wife that was there for this occasion. I asked him if he could arrange something like that for Sue and he responded with "how many should I get"? I asked Sue and she just shrugged and said she didn't care. I relayed that information to him. He indicated that since this was a Thursday, and we wanted it to happen on Sunday, that he wasn't sure he could round up that many on such short notice, but he would do what he could.
It's hard to explain to someone that hasn't experienced this before. But try to imagine (if you're into this activity) you're riding in the car for 45 minutes, or so, with your very attractive wife sitting next to you as you drive to a place where an unknown number of Black men are waiting there for her to arrive so that they can fuck her. I can tell you that not too much was said during that trip. We held hands, an occasional squeeze, looked at each other and smiled, but not much said. When we arrive we found 5 Black men sitting in the living room of this house watching a football game. We were introduced to all present, given refreshments, and made comfortable. Sue sat on the couch where one other guy sat. They started talking (1 minute), he held her hand (2 minutes), placed a hand on her nylon covered leg (3minutes), kissing passionately (4 minutes), walking hand-in-hand toward the bedroom (5minutes). It seemed that no one noticed as the couple walked past the TV set on their way to the bedroom except me.
I gave them about 5 minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore and excused myself to go into where the real action was. Fuck football!! When I got into the bedroom, he was nude and getting Sue's usually masterful blowjob. While he worked to help her out of her clothes, she never missed a stroke. I just pulled up a chair and watched for the next 2 1/2 hours while non-stop fucking and sucking took place. While we were in the bedroom, during the third participant, I heard the front door open, and the guys welcomed yet another body in. When one guy finished fucking her and had unloaded his cum in her pussy, he'd get up and leave to go watch the football game and another would be in there within a minute. During that minute we'd look at each other, I'd asked her if she was ok, and always received an affirmative answer. All six guys came in her pussy that day. Three of the guys went twice for a total of 9 loads in her before I had my turn with her. Talk about swimming. After nine black guys (all larger than me) fucked and stretched her and deposited who knows how much cum in her, I should have just thrown the front door open and fucked that opening! I'll never forget though, when we left, Sue was her usual peppy self, and 6 Black guys all sitting or laying around with their limp cocks all shriveled up and not usable to do anything with except to pee out of.
The score that day:
Sue 7, the men 0. Of course I'm including myself in that score. But then I needed to know...just how many could she have done, if given the opportunity before she would have said "enough", I still wonder that!
Tony & Sue
This is Tony & Sue with another of our adventures into the world of Black men with White wives
lifestyle. Living in an area like the Washington DC metropolitan area affords us an opportunity to meet many Black men interested in having sex with White women, and many White couples into engaging in this activity. We were given the number of a Black guy that arranged for get togethers in this category.
I finally got up the nerve and found a male masseuse in the yellow pages
and made an appointment for a Saturday afternoon. I told Jan of the
appointment, but excluded the male part. She prepared herself by showering
and dressing in a black thong that rode high on her hips and a bathrobe. I
inquired why such sexy panties for a massage. She replied it was for
uninterrupted rubbing of her ass, purely practical without any regard to
sex. She finished "Do you think I want to turn on some other woman?"
I had closed the bedroom curtains except for a small slit to watch and left
the window open to listen. When the doorbell rang I slipped out the back
door thus making Jan answer the door. As she opened it she was taken aback
by the tall muscular black man holding a folding masseuse table. She
regained her composure and let him in. I could hear him introduce himself
as James. James is about 6-4, maybe 180lbs, very lean but muscular. He had
a shaved head and wore tight knit athletic shorts and a half-crop shirt
exposing his washboard belly. This was more than I expected and my
hardening cock verified that.
Jan led him to the bedroom as I moved to the bedroom window. I saw Jan
lying facedown with a towel covering her ass. James came out of the
bathroom and began pouring warm oil on her back. James' large hands almost
completely covered her tiny back and narrow waist. She moaned in delight as
James worked her muscles. What I couldn't tell was if the moans were
from working the muscles or a turn on. James moved to Jan's feet and
worked the toes, arch and ankles. He poured more oil on her calves and
thighs. Watching James work the way up her thighs made my cock strain
against my pants. Jan's moans and sighs increased in intensity and
frequency.
James asked if she wanted "her backside rubbed." Jan replied "Yes, please."
James' hands slid up under the towel and began massaging each cheek. I could
hear Jan begin to breathe hard. James lifted the towel and poured more oil
on her lovely ass. I could see the oil run down between her legs, Jan
trembled and James resumed rubbing her ass. One of his hands moved down to
her crotch as he rubbed up and down her large lips covered by the thin
strip of cloth. I could see Jan's ass sway side to side and I released my
cock to stroke it. This was much more than I expected but it was too good
to stop.
All of a sudden Jan reached back grasping the wrist of James' inquisitive
hand and pulled it away. Jan said "No, I don't want any of that." James
apologized and said he misread her. He replaced the towel covering her from
shoulders to her ass and said "Roll over so I can get the front of your
legs and face. As Jan rolled James held the towel in place keeping her pert
breasts covered. James stood toward the top and alongside the table. He
massaged Jan's shoulders, arms and hands. Jan kept her hands at the top of
the table as James massaged her face and head. While keeping one hand
massaging her face, James placed another on her flat belly.
Then I saw her place one of her hands on James' bare belly and move down to
his stiffened manhood. With the back of one finger she lightly stroked his
growing cock as I began to stroke mine. Jan's chest was heaving under the
towel. James moved his hand from her tummy to the inside of one thigh. Jan
began wiggling in anticipation but James controlled himself. Soon Jan said
"Oh God, rub my cunt." James slid a finger under the narrow fabric moving
it aside. James' large index finger began spreading her juices up and down
between her folds while Jan's hips squirmed in pleasure.
Jan grasped, ripped open the Velcro closure to his shorts and his massive
dick popped out. Jan grasped his black tool and pulled it toward her turned
head placing the head into her mouth. James began pumping her mouth while
shoving his moistened finger into her sopping cunt. I exploded onto the
bushes. My wife's new black stallion continued pumping two of her holes,
Jan moving in time. Soon James pulled his hand from her box, grasped her
head, let out a grunt as he shot his load into Jan's mouth. Jan swallowed
but his cum still dribbled from both sides of her mouth.
Jan kept pumping James' cock which never seemed to shrink. Jan replaced
James' hand with one of her own as she feverishly rubbed her clit. Jan
pulled away and said "I need to be fucked." James replied, "Anything you
want." Jan got off the table, slid her messy panties off and laid face up
on the bed. James pulled his shirt and shorts off. As he crawled on the bed
Jan pulled her knees up to her chest. James kneeled over her, holding his
dick. He slid the head up and down teasing her. Jan tried to slide down to
push his cock in her but James would pull away.
Jan pleaded "Please fuck me now, please, please, oh god I need your cock."
James kept sliding his massive tool up and down her lips while replying
"Why should I?" Jan told him "I need some cock now, please, I've been good
to your cock, don't you want to fuck me?" Jan continued wiggling under
James as he asked "Well Jan, will you keep being good to my cock?" Jan
quickly answered "Yes, yes, anytime you want me, anyway you want me,
anything you want, please fuck me!"
James slid his strong hands under Jan's ass grabbing a cheek each, in one
fast thrust he slammed himself in her. Jan screamed while grasping the
headboard. Jan gasped and said "Easy, oh you are so big". James reminded
her "You said anyway I wanted it bitch, you want me to pull out?" Jan
grabbed his ass and said "No, no, it's OK, go ahead."
James began pounding my wife in long hard strokes, Jan's entire body and
hair bouncing. Jan began moaning, a sound familiar as she approaches
orgasm. Her knees pointed toward the ceiling, legs wrapping around his
waist. Jan began screaming and kicking as she came. James continued
thrusting that black cock into my no longer innocent wife while sweat began
forming on his back making his skin glisten like his cock covered with
their juices. James gave Jan a series of rapid slams while grunting,
expelling another load of spunk in another hole of my wife.
James rolled off Jan landing on his back, his cock dripping with his cum
and my wife's lubricant. They both lay there, on our bed catching their
breath. Soon Jan moved kneeling between James legs and began to clean his
cock with her tongue. Jan commented "God your cum tastes good, mmmm, I love
this big dick." James said "You keep being good to it and it will keep
visiting you." Jan happily said "Good, I don't think any other cock will
make me as happy as this one."
Soon James got dressed and left. Hours later I walked back into the house
finding Jan sitting on the couch with a big smile on her face. I asked
about the massage. She told me "It was fantastic, with this stressful job I
think I'll need one every week." That night we fucked like rabbits, she was
so stretched and sloppy and passionate.
She gets one or two massages a week now, never when I am home. I miss the
action. She has never confessed that she fucks the masseuse. I plan to ask
her if she would ever like to fuck another man in front of me, especially a
black one. Maybe she will consider, that allowing me to watch what she
thinks is my first time seeing her bang a black cock.
I enjoy providing my wife Jan with pleasurable surprises almost as much as
she enjoys receiving them. Several times when I have noticed Jan having a
bad week I have arranged for a masseuse to come to the house for a relaxing
massage. Jan is relatively shy so I had always arranged for a female
masseuse, but always fantasized watching a male rubbing her intoxicating,
petite hard body. Jan always loved the massages so much and always rewarded
me with a great night in bed for my thoughtfulness. I figured a male
rubbing her would get the both of us especially horny.
My husband and I enjoy an active sex life. Three years ago he began to
bring home Penthouse Letters and we would occasionally read them
together. His favorites were letters about female bi-sexual
experiences. Although I too enjoyed these letters, what shocked and
aroused me most were the letters from wives who took a walk on the dark
side, or from their husbands who caught them in the act. Of course, I
saved these letters for when I was alone and would masturbate
repeatedly, cumming four, five or even more times in a steamy session.
I think the reason I was so juiced up by the thought of being with a
black lover whose power, size and stamina could exhaust my own is that
although my husband is generous and skilled in bed, his penis is only 5"
and he has the tendency of ejaculating quickly after he enters me (I
take this as a compliment to my sexy body and tight pussy, however, I
still crave a longer, deeper fuck than he has been able to provide.)
About a year after we started reading Penthouse together, we began to
experiment with the swinging lifestyle. Through Internet ads and
couples clubs we had shared experiences with other couples and I
fulfilled my husband's fantasy of seeing me with another woman. Although
these encounters were enjoyable, they only fueled my black desire and
made it seem more possible to achieve.
One couple we met introduced us to the Edgewater West adult motel. It's
a motel/swingers club in Oakland California and caters to every kink
imaginable. Each room has a glass patio door facing an enclosed common
courtyard. The courtyard has a tropical garden setting with hot tubs
and a swimming pool. Clothing in the courtyard area is optional.
Across the courtyard from the rooms is a dance floor where the dress
code is very risqué and the dancing is very, very dirty.
My husband enjoys looking into other rooms to watch other people engaged
in every sexual act known to man. It was looking into one such room
that I caught my first sight of a white woman being fucked by a black
man while her husband filmed the action. My panties were immediately
soaked as I stood hypnotized. I dragged Eric to our room and begged him
to pound me. Soon a small crowd formed around our patio door. I was
thrilled at being watched while he made love to me.
Our visits have always been on Saturday nights (couples only) and
that's just what we do - meet with other couples, however, recently we
were really in the mood to go but had family plans that Saturday night,
so for the first time we went on a Friday (single men invited.) When we
got there I was beside myself - the courtyard was filled with great
looking single men, many of whom were black. I knew in my heart this
was the night to fulfill my lust's desire.
The hot tub was empty so Eric and I decided to slip in while it was good
and hot. However, the moment I took off my robe and got into the tub it
quickly filled with horny guys. I could feel hands and feet roaming
under the water trying to cop a feel of any part of me. Eric laughed
when I told him and he asked if I wanted to leave, I told him no that
the guys were generally behaving themselves.
Eventually we got out, got dressed, and went into the dance club. Eric
is a great dancer but he gets easily distracted. He was anxious to
satisfy his voracious voyeur's appetite and wanted to go check out the
action in the rooms. I decided to stay and finish my drink.
Immediately I was approached by several men asking me to dance. I
accepted several invitations from the cutest and flirted shamelessly,
rubbing my body into their's and allowing them generous feels of my tits
and ass.
While I was dancing with one man my eyes caught the eyes of a tall,
handsome black gentlemen. He was standing near the floor watching me
carefully and I found myself wanting to put on a show for him.
Eventually my dance partner realized he no longer held my attention and
moved on. I walked toward my mysterious admirer and he met me halfway.
A slow sexy song had begun so we simply started to groove when we
reached one another. My body melted into his as his strong hands
explored. He stood behind me and held me as we danced. I could feel
his manhood pressing against me and I shuddered as I imagined it parting
my lips. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered his name: Michael.
Michael, my dark angel. With my heart pounding, I tried to reply but my
throat was dry and my mouth seemed disconnected. Finally, in
exasperation, I managed to whisper back that I wanted him to take me.
Together we walked out of the club, across the courtyard and into his
room.
The walls in the motel rooms are covered with large mirrors. No matter
where I looked I saw an image of myself in the arms of this black
magician. His magic was the ability to make both my fears and our
clothes disappear. His body was God like. Solid, with tight coal black
skin stretched taught over massive muscles. His abdominal muscles were
well defined and even the muscles of his neck seemed to belong to some
champion thoroughbred. His cock was massive: long, thick, straight,
with a large head and angry slit. It was already oozing a steady stream
of semen as I inspected it, caressed it, then fell to my knees to
worship it.
I kissed the head of his cock then ran my tongue along the underside of
his shaft; lifting it high as I made a trail down to his scrotum. I
whimpered uncontrollably as I felt the heat of his prick against my
cheek. His cream tasted smooth and mild and my mouth quickly filled with
his pre-cum. By now a small crowd had formed outside watching
mesmerized. Michael took hold of my chin and stood me up. He then lay
me down onto the bed and climbed next to me. Thus began the slow
process of possessing me, mating me, fulfilling my every desire. I had
never before known what it was to be truly taken, filled. My pussy was
utterly drenched: His tongue deep in my mouth; his hands on my breasts
and ass; his cock filling me over and over. Again my eyes roamed around
the room to admire his body entering mine from every angle. But as my
eyes drifted from mirror to mirror I caught sight of the reflection in the
glass door to the room. Outside a large crowd of men was standing and
watching as they played with themselves - and at the head of the crowd
stood my husband, his eyes glazed over, mouth gaping while he stroked
his cock like a man possessed. When our eyes met I smiled. He froze,
his arm lurched and an enormous load of cum splashed against the glass
door. Soon after Michael began to cum and I felt his flesh throbbing
deep inside me - his mighty load filling me, splashing about my womb.
My body immediately began to shake uncontrollably as I experienced the
most powerful orgasm of my entire life. It went on and on, searing
across my mind and body. It was all too much and as it finally began
to subside, I blacked out.
When I came around Eric was by my side holding my hand. The room was
dark and the curtains closed. I asked him where Michael was and he said
that he had left, but had left his number. I asked Eric if he could
ever forgive me. He said that watching me so completely aroused and
wanton was the greatest sight of his life. He asked if I would need to
be with Michael again. I immediately said yes. He then spread my legs
and lowered his face to my quim and proceeded to kiss and lick me from
my ass to my clitoris. I quietly came on his tongue and dreamt about my
future.
Since then I have met with Michael again and again. Sometimes alone,
often with Eric watching. I even allowed Michael to take me in my
marital bed while I wore white stockings, a garter, a white lace push up
bra and my wedding veil. I got the idea from a photo I had seen on the
Internet.
I hope you've enjoyed sharing my experience. I want to thank everyone
who contribute to this site and through those contributions sent me on
an unforgettable journey.
Peace and Love,
First of all let me just acknowledge what a turn-on and inspiration this
site has been for me to fulfill my lusty desires. I am a 32 year old,
attractive and happily married woman who, in the past three years, has
been fantasizing about giving my body to a strong, romantic and
well-endowed black man. This is a short letter about how I became
turned on to the idea of a black sexing experience and about my very
recent first encounter.
Monica
The party was packed. It seemed
that everyone was there. When we arrived we were invited to sit at my
boss's table. He and his supervisor are great guys and I thought that it
would be fun to party with them. They are both black and I wanted to
show them that I have no trouble working for a black man and that this
white guy and his wife know how to have a good time and party and dance.
After a few drinks they started taking turns on the dance floor with my
wife. She loves to dance so much that there is no way that I can keep up
with her, so I was glad that I had some help. After a while I noticed
that Mike, my boss, and Steve, my boss's supervisor, were getting really
touchy with my wife Susan. As they danced they would run their hands
around her ass and once I thought I saw her run her hand up the inside
leg of Steve's pants and grab his crotch! I was fooling around a bit
myself so I paid it no mind.
Around midnight the party was almost over
and we were all still in the mood to party so I invited Mike and Steve
to come back to our house to have a few more drinks. I was really
feeling tight myself by then but felt that I could go a few more rounds.
My wife had not been drinking heavy at all since she would be driving
us.
When we got home I fixed us all a drink. Susan said that she was now
ready to get wasted and downed her first drink in a second. Mike and
Steve were happy to make her a second and third drink. I tried to keep
up but began to feel dizzy and left to go to the bathroom. As I left
the room I watched as both men took Susan in their arms and danced with
her. After I took a leak I stopped in the bedroom to lie down for a few
minutes. I could hear the music and laughter in the living room and knew
that they would not miss me for a few minutes.
About 15 minutes later I
got up and started down the hallway back to the living room. I started
to feel strange as I realized that I could not hear any laughter coming
from the living room. I was in for a big shock as I turned the corner
and entered the room. There, bent over a chair with her bare ass in the
air, was my wife Susan! Mike was standing in front of her face with his
cock in hand feeding it into her waiting mouth. At the same time Steve
was standing behind Susan feeding his stiff cock into her dripping wet
pussy. I could not believe my eyes but there was my wife getting it in
both ends from two of my bosses! I just stood there watching.
Susan
looked up and saw me standing there. She looked right in my eyes and
gave a little smile and a wink. To my surprise my cock was getting hard.
I reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick and started
jerking off. As Susan watched me stroking myself off she really started
to suck and fuck harder. Mike didn't seem to be aware of me or else he
didn't care. He started to moan, pushing his dark cock deeper down
Susan's throat. I could tell that he was about to cum as his whole body
stiffened up and he let out a loud "OH GOD!". Susan kept sucking his
thick black cock as he filled her mouth with what looked like a gallon
of cum. As I watched his sticky milky cum drip from her lips I started
to cum myself. I couldn't help myself. I too let out a "OH GOD" as my
cum shot out and splashed the shag rug in front of me.
Steve must have
heard my groans because he looked over at me as he started to screw
Susan's pretty white pussy harder. I watched for several minutes as his
jet black cock made the long journey in and out of my wife's quivering
wet pussy. After I had cum I started to feel embarrassed about the whole
thing. My head was really spinning again. At this point Mike pulled out
of my wife's mouth and to my surprise he was still hard as a rock. He
got down on the floor on his back and demanded that Susan fuck him.
Steve pulled out of Susan's dripping wet pussy and she got down on top
of Mike and started fucking him wildly. Now Steve got behind her and
started pushing his cock into her asshole. I couldn't take it any more.
As I turned to go back to the bedroom I took one last look and saw Susan
being fucked in both holes. These guys made a sandwich out of my wife.
In my home! Back in my bed, in the dark, staring out at nothing I could
hear them fucking and laughing for the next hour. Then I fell asleep. I
woke up next morning to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Susan was not
in my bed. When I walked into the living room I saw Susan cleaning up
the mess we all made the night before. Steve and Mike were gone. She was
cleaning the spot on the floor where I had shot my load. She smiled and
said good morning to me and went back to work cleaning.
I could not
bring myself to talk about the night before but Susan could. She said
"You have really great people to work with. I really like Mike and
Steve. They're a lot of fun." And that was it. Nothing more. On Monday
when I went back to work Mike called me into his office to give me my
holiday bonus check. As he handed it to me I said "Thank You, I really
need this." His reply was "Thanks for the other night - I really needed
it" and then he let out a big laugh and said "we will have to do it
again sometime soon". Then he pushed his hand out for me to shake and
said "Happy New Year". What could I say. This guy is my boss. "Sure.
Yea. We will do it again soon. Happy New Year". I turned and walked out.
Later that day I saw Mike go into Steve's office. I watched as they
laughed together. I can only guess as to what they were talking about.
I'm new to this feeling but I love it. Can't wait to see my wife fuck
again.
Bret
Over the holidays I got to see a side of my wife that I've never seen
before. My office party was held in a dance club this year. My wife
likes to dance and is really fond of the holidays so we went expecting
to have the time of our lives. I was in a great mood and was looking
forward to a little flirtation with a few of the girls from the office
and to a night of drinking and dancing.