Too many times, white guys have other agendas and try to play head games. Black guys just like fucking and, due to 300+ years of slavery and racial segregation, they've developed a strong culturally induced sexual preference for white women, (with or without their husbands watching)! Everything else is just trimming on the tree. Getting their dicks in my wife's white pussy is what "swinging" black guys are all about.

I really do enjoy watching my wife spread her legs for black guys. She's so sexy when she gets aroused, and blackmen always arouse her more than white guys. Blacks are more confident and aggressive. They just "take" the pussy! And, as we've learned from experience, they usually have bigger dicks! I know big cocks aren't everything but when a cock won't stay in the pussy, it spoils the continuity needed for a successful conclusion. The dick has to stay in the pussy or intercourse won't work. Thats why we both like black guys so much. I've never seen a black dick slip out of my wife at the critical moment.

Whether you're directly involved or just watching, the black-on-white skin contrast is extremely titillating. Its like ULTIMATE SEX or something. More exciting to do and watch and think about. I've always enjoyed watching my wife spread her legs for a big dicked blackman more than anything else, especially if she's enjoying it herself. My ex had always responded to the black guys a lot more easily and more willingly than she did with the white guys, so, for a year or more, blackman 3ways were all we did. Unfortunately for me, that bitch liked it so much with one guy that she ran off with his black ass.

That's when I met JJ. Her real name is Jennifer January. Her friends call her New Year, but from the beginning, I just called her JJ. I was immediately attracted to her. She's really quite a woman, 5'-5", 133 lbs., perfectly shaped 34C breasts and a firm, soft ass thats full cheeked and well rounded. She's got reddish orange hair, liquid green eyes and a million dollar smile. In a phrase, JJ's A FOX!

When I first met her, she had recently gone thru a divorce. They had dated in high school, gotten married right after graduation, and he was the only man she was ever sexually involved with. Apparently their sex life was pretty straight forward, missionary position, doggie style, very little oral sex and absolutely no anal sex. Needless to say, she was very inexperienced. She honestly thought what she and her ex did was all there was to sex.

When we started dating, she had been on her own for about 3 months. She had gone out with a couple of other guys but hadn't allowed anything beyond kissing and some mild petting. We went out for about 4 months and things started to look like this might be a long term relationship. I was patient with her because I really cared about her and understood her feelings about rushing into sex. Besides, waiting gave me a chance to teach her a few things, like I said, when it came to sex she knew very little other than the basics.

Finally, after about 4 months of dating and talking, things started to happen. We went out to dinner and then to a local club for an evening of dancing. When we got back to her place, she invited me in for a little while, which was nothing new. I usually went in for and hour or so and we would make out on the couch. I managed to touch her tits and pussy and even got her out of her bra and panties several times, but she never would go any further than heavy petting.

This time was different. She was drinking a little more than normal and her dancing had been a lot more sexually suggestive. She told me to sit on the couch and said she would be back in a minute. She was in the bedroom for about 5 minutes and she came out wearing a black see thru nightie that was transparent in all the right places. She came over to the couch and curled up in my lap, one thing led to another and I slept with her that night. It was definitely worth the wait. Her body was shapely and tight, and she's got an ass to die for! Her only flaw, (as she sees it) is her tummy. She's had two children (by C-section as she's so tiny) and that's left her tummy softer, somewhat scarred, and not as flat and tight as she thinks it should be. The trade off is how unbelievably tight her pussy is. Despite the childbearing, it wasn't stretched at all. It's the kind of pussy everyman likes - tight and wet!

Once we started having sex it became a once or twice a day thing. I started to teach her about the different positions, oral sex, etc. 69ing was her favorite, both her sucking me and my going down on her. She found out she really loved both. I even got her to let her pubic hair grow so her pussy would look curly and mysterious like a pussy's supposed to look. Now she just trims it and shapes it and I couldn't be happier about it.

Shaved pussies are okay for a different look now and then, but shaved pussies look too much like children's pussies to suit me. The hair is there to tell us she's a grown woman and not a young girl. I'm not saying that guys who like bare pussies are closet pediphiles, I'm just saying that for me and a lot of other guys, a woman's pussy is sexier because of the hair around it.

I encouraged JJ to dress more suggestively - not slutty, just shorter skirts and more revealing tops, sexier panties, nylons and garters, etc. I bought her some sexy 4" heels to show off those terrific gams of hers, too. Whenever she wore pants or jeans, I made sure they were very tight to emphasize her big ass. JJ's ass really is a marvel to behold. Its the first thing men notice when they see her. As she loosened up about her appearance, JJ started to realize what an attractive women she really is. Other men often stared at her and tried to pick her up when we went out to dinner or a show. And she enjoyed the attention very much. It made her feel desirable and sexy. It made her hot to think about saying "yes" to one of those guys instead of showing them her ring and brushing them off. It was something completely new to her.

As she became more comfortable with me and the joy we both got from anything and everything sexual, we started to talk about our secret desires and fantasies. When she told me the thought of fucking other guys, strangers, excited her (not that she would do it), I started to think about the swinging life style I had enjoyed so much with my former wife. Since my new wife, JJ was so sexually inexperienced, I thought it would really be exciting to see her with another man, and the more I thought about it, the better it sounded to me. When she told me she had dreams about being naked, blindfolded, tied spread eagle to the bed and forceably fucked several times, by one or several big dicked blackmen, I almost flipped out. Getting my new bride to screw black guys was going to be easy. She wanted to do it anyway just like my first wife did.

As time went on, I started telling her different stories, making the men in the stories black men. Describing their huge cocks and telling her how much they liked fucking married white women's tight pussies. The first couple of times I did this, it surprised her but she liked it. She liked it even more when I admitted the idea of watching a blackman fuck her aroused me very much. Her ex-husband hadn't even allowed her to talk to blackmen. He disliked blacks, especially the men. After a few stories where the men were black, she started to really get excited about stories like that and wanted to hear them all the time, even while we were fucking face to face.

Finally, one night, while she was on her knees sucking my cock, I told her what really excited me was the thought of her on her knees sucking my cock like that with a big dicked blackman fucking her from behind at the same time. And what if several more guys were lined up to fuck her after he got through? The more details I added, the hotter she got. I started adding things like blindfolding her and tying her up. I asked if it made her hot to think about being held down and gang banged. It excited her so much and got her off so good, I finally decided she was ready to try the real thing.

Later that night, right in the middle of telling her another story about her being used late at night by a big dicked blackman in the bushes behind an intra-state rest stop, I asked her point blank if she wanted to do something like that for real. She hesitated a second, then she squealed "YES - Oh my god, YES!" I asked if she was serious and she nodded her head emphatically. "I'll do it with you there - but not by myself. I want you to do it with me." Then she asked me if it would really turn me on to see her doing it with a blackman like that. I told her it would turn me on more than anything to see a big black cock in her tight little pussy. I told her I wanted to see it so bad, I often wished I was black so I could watch myself fucking her.

After we finished fucking and I ejaculated on her belly (she likes that), I asked her again if she really wanted to do it with me for real. She got very quiet for a little while and finally told me that if I really wanted her to do it, as long as she wouldn't be hurt and it was safe, she wanted to try it at least once. I told her I would make sure it was safe and promised to be there watching and doing it with her no matter how steamy it got.

She asked me how I would set it up and I told her a little about my previous marriage and what we had done. She thought about that for a little while and told me she was sure she wanted to do it...that she was willing to try. But, she asked that we not do it right away because she wanted to get used to the idea first. I agreed to her request and, being hard as a rock thinking about a blackman fucking her, I rolled on top of her and screwed her brains out again.

During the time all this was going on, we got engaged. I decided to hold off on the blackman thing until after the wedding. I thought maybe a couple of weeks after the wedding would be about right. That way, it could be a delayed wedding gift (at least for me). We were married in March (about 2 months later) and took a honeymoon in Jamacia. While we were there, I kept telling her blackman stories and keeping her aroused.

One night she started flirting with a black bellman in our hotel room while I was supposedly in the shower. Actually I was peeping out the door. I watched him feel her up and kiss her on the mouth and down her neck. He squeezed her firm buttocks and told her what a big pretty white ass she had as he tried to unbutton her jeans. She made sure I could see her when she fondled his thick cock thru his uniform so I could see how big and hard he was. Then she showed him her tits and there was no stopping after that.

I made coming out of the bathroom noises, and when she saw me, my wife pushed him away and told him to stop, but he wasn't deterred at all. In a clipped British accent that sounded more Bahamian than Jamacian, he invited me me to please join them. He said he was about to fuck my sexy wife and he was glad I would be there to see it. Then he dropped his pants and showed both of us how big and hard his long black dick was. I was impressed. His cock was about 9" long and thick as a beer can. If my wife was going to have a black cock experience, he was definitely the guy to have it with. "Come, little darling," he told my wife as he pushed her to her knees in front of him. "Time to suck on Enrique's big black dick.

She stared at his huge cock, fearfully. It really was big and it looked even bigger as he pressed it against her red lips. When she didn't open her mouth right away, he grabbed her by the hair and held her tight so she couldn't move her head. "You know you want to suck my magnificent black cock, American girl" he said, forcing the dark tip thru her lips and into the warm wetness of her mouth. When she started to suck that big ebony stalk, I didn't know whether to shit or start jerking off. She's never looked sexier and more desirable than she did at that moment. She totally gave herself over to what she was doing and sucked his black dick like she wanted to swallow it. "That's it, cherie" he smiled, inching his cock deeper. "Its better to let yourself go!" Then he turned to me and told me to jerk off or join in if I wanted to. I decided the former was more my cup of tea so I started fondling myself while he continued to poke my new wife's mouth with his big, dark cock. She was gagging and swallowing and gulping for air but she didn't stop. She went after his black cock with a vengence and I just knew she was going to get a mouthful of cum for her trouble if she kept going down on him like she was.

So, I asked Enrique if he was going to fuck her with that big, thick, Jamacian cock of his, or choke her to death with it? He glanced down at my stiffy and smiled. "If your wife likes me half as much as you do, mon. This will be a night to remember," he said, pulling his cock out of JJ's mouth with a pop. As he turned her on the bed, telling her "woof woof" "this way!" "like a dog!", I saw something that still makes my dick hard everytime I remember it.

Instead of looking at my wife's bare, white, and all too inviting ass, like Enrique was as he aimed his bat sized ebony cock at her exposed pussy lips, I was staring at JJ's hand as she reached back between her legs to grasp his big cock, guiding him in. When she released his cock and removed her hand, the head was touching the wrinkled crease between her pink, moisture laden labias.

Enrique didn't stick it right in her like I expected him to. Instead, he rubbed the dark tip of his large penis up and down the length of her vulva, brushing against and further titillating her already enlarged clitoris. I felt like I was dreaming when when I heard a wispered moan, unmistakably my wife, urging him to "Stick it in!" She was pulling impatiently on his dark cock with with both hands. When he didn't respond, she started pushing back with her hips, trying to force his cock into her. "If you're gonna fuck me, Jamacia" she urged, loud enough for me to hear, "go ahead and FUCK ME!"

Then, as if dreaming again, as the foreskin on Enrique's uncircumsized cock rolled back allowing the bulbous head to pop into my wife's tight vaginia, I heard another voice, unmistakably my own, urging him to take it slow...to let her get used to it...that she wasn't used to a cock as long and thick as his. Glancing down at my diminutive stiffy, trying not to smirk, he asked me what I wanted him to do after she got used to it (which, by the way wasn't taking as long as expected because JJ was corkscrewing her ass back, forcing his long cock further in). I told him to fuck her white bitch ass into a coma. I said she was already used to it...that she had been used to it all her life. Then, I just sort of chanted and masturbated while he buried his big black dick to the balls in my wife's tight little white pussy.

JJ was everything my first wife had been and more. She fucked that big dicked black Jamacian bellboy like a cock crazy whore, cumming and begging him to cum in her...wanting to feel his hot semen exploding deep within her. If I hadn't been climaxing so much myself, I might have been a little jealous of the way she prasied and worshipped Enrique's huge cock.

After he left, we talked for a couple hours and agreed that we should do it again as soon as possible. In order to avoid what happened with my first wife, I insisted that we do one night stands only - no repeaters. When she grabbed my cock and asked me "What about Enrique?," I amended the agreement to allow repeat performances if we were on vacation in a foreign country. She giggled like a school girl and hurried off to tell Enrique the good news.

Puddin's 5'6" and weighs 133 lbs (then and now). She's athlectic and stays in good shape. Her abs are tight and her 34C breasts still support themselves. She's got the sexiest green eyes I ever saw and if there's a better ass in Texas, I ain't seen it. Her legs ain't bad either. She's a real sexpot and she knows it. She relishes it! She likes showing off and being noticed. She even danced topless for awhile. I loved how hot she was when she got home from work after having all those guys fucking her with their eyes as they watched her twirl and posture on that stage. When I met her, she was a curvacious cheerleader with a rumored reputation for being overly friendly to some of the athletes. I fell for her the first time I saw her shaking those pom-poms. After we got together a few times and started to sense our sexual compatability and our genuine fondness for one another, we got married.

We spent the first three years fucking all the time and we talked about everything. We shared philosophies, dreams, fantasies, turn-ons, turn-offs, and even what our most secret of all desires was. My dick got hard as a cold chisel when Puddin' told me she had always secretly wanted to be "taken" by 3 or 4 escaped convicts that break into the house and tie us up and make me watch as they take turns using her for their sexual pleasure repeatedly for several hours. She was equally aroused when I told her I liked watching people have sex who didn't know I was watching. I even admitted that I used to climb a tree in the yard at home, late at night, and watch my parents doing it thru their bedroom window. Guilt ate me up for awhile but somehow I couldn't resist going back up there again and again. As soon as I discovered porno, I put all the Oedipal stuff behind me, but watching loved ones having sex still turns me on more than anything else.

Of course our intimate confessions led us straight into the swinging lifestyle where my sexy little Puddin' could show off as much as she wanted and I could watch as much as I wanted. It was perfect. We loved it, especially the parties. Puddin' out did herself at parties, often having sex with several different men in one night. The first time she did it with a black guy, she liked it so much, she confided in me later that the escaped convicts in her fantasy had always been blackmen. She said blackmen fucked her hard and made her feel like a whore. She also admitted that she liked being treated and fucked like a whore. She said she liked doing it as much as I liked watching her do it. and she really liked getting fucked over and over and over like a whore gets fucked.

Over the years, we tried just about everything except pain and degradation. We never tried water sports or fetishes either. Just old fashioned fucking and sucking. That was and is our thing. She likes a well hung, horny blackman between her legs (sometines more than one), and so do I. In those days, I liked hiding behind the full sized one-way mirror in the bedroom closet while she entertained her black lovers on our marriage bed. She showed off for me everytime we did that, making sure I could see and hear everything. She went after those black dicks like a bitch in heat and watching her give them all that white pussy gratified me as much as it did them. I've had some glorious orgasms in that closet watching Puddin' suck and fuck. And the way she talked, praising her lover's equipment and sexual prowess, telling him she wished her little dicked husband could fuck her like he was. It turned me on like crazy.

In the last several years, we've been using our car and various outdoor locations as a bedroom. I hide in the roomy, specially equipped trunk while she gets screwed in the back seat by blackmen she doesn't even know. That big town car has 4 Pinhole cameras that feed via closed circuit into an in-trunk split screen monitor. Puddin' cruises grocery stores, malls, motels bars and even picks up guys on the street. And I stretch out in the trunk and watch everything they do. When I'm inside the trunk, I can see and hear everything that happens inside the car without anyone being the wiser. And, watching 4 different views of my sexy wife with one leg up and one leg down in the backseat of a car is enough to get anybody's motor running. When Puddin's got a big, black dick in her pussy, I end up jerking off everytime. And she's been fucking so much, I've sprayed enough semen in the trunk of that car to make the damn thing pregnant.

My favorite place for watching my wife spread her legs for her black lovers is a small neighborhood park near where we used to live. The park is generally deserted in the afternoon and its got a lot of trees and good cover for lovers wanting to be alone, especially along the hiking trail. Puddin' fucks all her "afternoon delights" in that park...weather permitting, of course. And, when she connects with a new guy, she calls me on the cell so I can go straight to the park. I get in my eavesdropping spot and fantasize about whats to happen while I'm waiting for them to arrive. By the time they get there, I'm already hard as a rock and ready to wank.

She always takes guys to the same secluded section near a big willow tree she likes to lean against when they're screwing her standing up. The level ground and lush grass beneath the same tree is perfect for missionary love, doggie style, and anything else they might want to do.The thick underbrush behind the willow tree effectively shieled her and her partners from everyone in the park except me and anyone hiding in the bushes with me. The place was perfect! I wasn't very close to them but I watched thru a pair hunting binoculars so powerful I could count the hairs on my wife's pussy when she spread her legs.

I'll never forget one time in particular in the park. She was leaning up against that tree with some black guy's big hard cock in her hand, moaning as he finger fucked her hot pussy, when another black guy walked out of the underbrush behind them. I was so shocked I dropped the binocs and almost had a heart attack right there. The other guy was a cop too! I had visions of a huge local scandal, my wife being publicly exposed and embaressed, and, god forbid, maybe even being arrested. As the officer approached, the black guy with Puddin' zipped up and my wife dropped her dress back down over her legs. Her eyes were big as saucers and I could see she was really scared.

The black policeman shook his head disapprovingly as he neared them but, thru the binoculars, I could see a smile on his face too. He didn't lecture'em or put the cuffs on'em, he just talked to'em - not like policeman to suspects but more like friends meeting on the street talk. In a couple minutes, they were all three smiling and nodding their heads. I couldn't make out what they were talking about but I was truly relieved that my wife wasn't going make the 6 o'clock news after all. I was confident he would let them both off with a warning, if he did anything at all. So, I just waited around to see if she and big dick would go at it again after the policeman left.

I first started to suspect something was up when the cop started touching my wife's arm and whispering in her ear. Then he laid his hand on her buttocks and thru the binocs I could see he wasn't whispering in her ear, he was tonguing her ear. The other black guy moved closer and started touching her breasts. They both felt her up and down, putting their dark hands up under her dress where I couldn't see. With the binoculars, I could see movement under there but I couldn't see thru the dress. Not to worry though, my imagination could see thru the dress and I envisioned their dark hands gliding acroos the smooth white skin of her buttocks and along her inner thighs.

My dick was never harder than it was right then

The policeman glanced at his watch as they laid her down in the grass. He must have had somewhere to go because the other guy stepped back and let him fuck Puddin' first. In full uniform, he unzipped his pants, pulled out a thick black dick equal to the one she had been fondling when he arrived, and started to fuck her. He must have really been fired up because he was ejaculating inside her willing white pussy before I really got started. When he stopped shooting off, he pulled out, zipped up, kissed Puddin' on the cheek, and left the way he came.

Puddin' didn't move. She just lifted her arms, motioning for the other guy with her fingers and spreading her legs again. Thru the miracle of military optics, I could see the cop's sticky cum oozing from Puddin's pussy as he set himself between her parted legs and stick his big dick right in the center of the sticky ooze and deep into Puddin's glovelike vagina. He fucked her fast and hard just like the cop, and he got off just about as fast, adding his semen to that the policemen had left inside her. Fortunately, Puddin's writhing ass and jiggling breasts as he fucked her brought me close enough that I got off just as he was finishing. By the time I got myself together again, he too was leaving Puddin' laying there with her dress up around her waist and her pussy full of cum.

She just laid there, fondling her breasts as I left my hiding place and walked over to where she was. My dick was hard by the time I got there and she looked so sexy laying there with their cum seeping out of her pussy, I couldn't resist fucking her myself. I don't know what it is about fucking her after she's already been fucked like that, but that's when her pussy is the best it ever is to me. All I could think about while I fucked her was watching those two blackmen fuck her first. Somehow the fear of getting caught heightened the gratification for both of us and we fucked like minks for several days after that. I eventually found out that the cop was the other guy's brother and she had set the whole thing up to mess with my mind.

Now I never know what to expect. All I know is whatever it is, I can practically assure that its gonna feel good and everybody's going to cum until they can't cum anymore!

But, when I arrive unexpectedly, like today, and find the door ajar like that, my dick gets hard before I even get in the house. I've got the gut wrenching thrill of knowing some guy I probably don't know is in my house in my bed fucking the shit out of my sexy wife, and the maddening anxiety of not knowing anything else. And creeping up the carpeted stairs to our bedroom door (also ajar) is so arousing to me, my knees get weak the closer I get to the door and my dick gets harder with every step I take. I know she's giving somebody else the pussy in there, and not knowing who he is or what I'm going to see and hear when I look through the door, excites me in a way nothing else ever has. I'm so turned on most times if I touch my cock before I get there, I cum all over myself.

On this particular day, the timing of my early arrival from work couldn't have been any better. They had just started. I knew that because I could hear my wife feigning resistance and playing hard to get like she often does in the beginning. As I neared the door, she was telling him to stop - that her husband might come home early. I peeped thru the slightly open door and saw young Conrad, (the guy's name), holding her pressed against him like they were dancing. He was kissing her, and tongueing her mouth as he touched her body. Her dress was pulled up in the back and his dark hands were busy exploring the rounded white cheeks of Darlene's bare ass. She was weakly trying to push his roaming hands away, repeating her concern that her husband might walk in on them.

The large, heavily muscled blackman just laughed, pressing her even tighter against the bulge of his obvious erection. "I know all about your husband" he said. "If he walked in and saw you giving me that white pussy, he'd like it as much as we do. He gets off on watching you do it with other guys, don't he?"

"YES," Darlene hissed, as his fingers slipped beneath her ass cheeks into the wetness between her legs. "And now I'm so hot, I don't care if he catches us or not" my wife said as she stopped resisting and started assisting. She touched the tent-like bulge between his legs, hesitantly at first and then more intimately. I watched her squeeze and fondle that big hard dick he wanted to stick in her so bad, and couldn't believe it when she told him to whip it out she wanted to see it. Conrad upzipped his pants and told her to her pull them down herself. I started masturbating like crazy when she did pull'em down. He wasn't wearing underware and when she lowered his pants, his big hard thick choclatey brown cock sprang up right in her face. It wasn't a 10" monster cock or anything, but it was definitely longer and thicker than mine. And the fire in my wife's eyes told me she was as eager to spread her legs as I was to see it.

But first, since his big erection was right there in her face, Dalene took it in her hands and fondled it to full erection. She glanced at the slightly opened bedroom door where she thought or at least hoped I might be eavedropping, She smiled teasingly as she opened her mouth and started slowly licking Conrad's black dick from the hair at its base to the pre-cum filled eyehole at the very tip. She loved showing off for me and teasing me so she always did everything with a flourish in case I happened to be there. The same as I didn't know who she was fucking or when, she didn't whether I was out there watching or not so she got into it everytime. If I was watching, it was great and we spent the night fucking and talking about it. If I was late from work and didn't get home until the guy she was screwing was gone, she spent the night telling me all the titillating details as we sucked and fucked like newly-weds.

This time she was at her whorish best, winking at the door as she started sucking his big cock into her mouth. She knows how much I like watching her suck black dick, so she kept the action facing the door so if I was watching, I wouldn't miss anything. I didn't miss anything either. She looked so hot and sexy and white and desirable with Conrad's big black dick in her mouth. The slow, thorough way she moved her lipsticked mouth up and down his black rod seemed almost religious, like she was worshipping him with her mouth. Their contrasting skin colors only made it more arousing.

Conrad liked it as much as I did, probably more. He started making those encouraging little breathing in and breathing out sounds, we men tend to make when a sexy woman is sucking on our dick like Darlene was sucking his. I not sure how to describe it in words but its one of the most arousing erotic sounds there is...like what she was doing felt so good he had to catch his breath everytime her head moved forward and his big dick moved deeper into her mouth. Finally, he got so turned on, he grabbed her head, forcing his cock even deeper inside her mouth. "Suck it, baby!" he urged, as if preparing to ejaculate. But he didn't ejactlate. He just held Darlene's head and pumped his black cock in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her. "Ohh Suck that black dick, girl" he urged, pushing more and more of his dick into Darlene's sucking mouth. When his cock reached the back of her throat and set off her gag reflex, he eased it back enough to let her breathe but he didn't pull it out.

He just stood there with 2/3rds of his black dick buried in Darlene's mouth, and asked her if her husband knew what she was doing in the afternoons while he was working? She surprised him and me be telling him the truth. "When he's watching me, there's no doubt he knows and if he's not watching, he finds out later. I tell him about it when he gets home from work. And, when I tell him, he gets all excited and he starts fucking me himself. It really turns him on when I talk about another guy fucking me while he's fucking me himself. Kinky, huh?"

"Not so kinky," Conrad said, releasing her head. "Maybe he wishes he had a big dick to fuck you with and, since he doesn't, he's learned to enjoy it when someone who does have a big dick fucks you." "Maybe you're right" my wife said, looking over at the doorway where she thought I might be. "Maybe letting guys with big cocks fuck me is the only way he can provide me with the big cocks he wants me to have." Then she hefted his big, hairy balls with her free hand and resumed sucking his dick.

"Well, you be sure to tell him how big and hard mine is" Conrad joked as he pushed her down on the bed and kicked off his pants. Instead of undressing Darlene, he bunched her dress up around her waist and positioned himself between her already parted legs. As he aimed his rigid black rod at the opening between her white thighs, Darlene lifted her ass up off the bed, anticipating his entry, anxious to have him inside her.

Conrad looked down at my wife lying beneath him and watched his black dick slide between the pink folds of her parting labias. As he pushed it deep into the snug tunnel of her narrow vagina, he told her how wet and tight she was. He told her he loved white pussy, especially married white pussy and then he said he wished her husband was there to see his big black dick stretching her little white pussy outta shape like it was.

Ironically, just as he started to piston his thick ebony cock in and out of my moaning, appreciative, and obviously delighted, wife Darlene's love tunnel, I started shooting off all over the hallway. For some reason, Conrad saying he wished I could see, not knowing that I was actually out in the hallway watching them, coupled with the visually overpowering image of him, repeatedly driving big black dick into the depths of my wife's hot pussy, got the best of me and I was cumming before I knew what happened.

Like always, my dick stayed hard despite my orgasm and I continued to fondle and stroke myself as I watched Conrad bury every inch of his big cock in my wife's pussy again and again. He brought Darlene to several shuddering orgasms in succession and she kept looking over his broad shoulder at the door as if willing me to be out there sharing in her pleasure. "Ohhh I like that," Darlene moaned as her young black lover nudged his deeply buried cock a little deeper into her already over stuffed vagina. "I bet your husband would like it to if he was here, wouldn't he , baby?" Darlene answered by crossing her ankles behind his back, locking him tightly between her legs. "He couldn't like it anymore than I do" she moaned, hunching to take his thick cock again and again. "Fuck me hard," she shreiked. "Fuck my white pussy good! Fuck me like you would if he was here!"

I saw the muscles in Conrad's black ass tighten as he stiffened between Darlene's legs. His big dick was completely buried inside her and my wife went ballistic when he started shooting her hot pussy full of hot, sticky semen. "Gimme the cum," Darlene panted, squeezing him with her legs and raking his back with her fingernails. "He loves it when another man shoots off in me like that!" I thought he would never stop twitching and spurting. He must have cum a quart. And, when he finally did stop, my wife held him inside her, reluctant to let him withdraw his spent and shriveling cock. Her disappointed moan as he forcefully pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, tripped my trigger and I splattered semen all over the hallway again.

But they weren't finished in there and my little cock knew it. I was already regaining my erection as Conrad squeezed my wife's big titties and told her to take off her clothes. She did the sexiest little striptease for him I ever saw. By the time she was naked, he was hard again and as she stood beside the bed waving her naked white ass at him, he asked her if she was going to tell her husband about him. "Its the least I can do under the circumstances, don't you think?" she replied, eyeing his growing erection with obvious ardor and renewed desire. He asked her if she ever let me watch and she said, "Certainly. He might be watching right now!"

Conrad glanced around the bedroom

suspiciously, looking for places a man might hide. When he saw the slightly opened door, he asked her if I was out there watching them. She told him she didn't know but wouldn't it be exciting if I was. He avoided her attempt to fondle his semi-erect penis and got up off the bed. I knew he was going to open the door so I scurried down the hall and ducked into the spare room. Fearing he might look in there too, I hid in the closet and waited. I heard him telling Darlene he knew I was there because somebody had just ejaculated on the door. "Its still wet!" he said. Then I heard him open the door to the spare room. He looked around but didn't open the closet where I was hiding. He just told the empty room if I wanted to watch, I didn't have to hide out in the hall. He said I should come on into the bedroom and watch to my heart's content. As he departed and reentered the bedroom, I heard him tell Darlene that I was hiding somewhere but he wasn't going to force me to join them. "If you want him to watch me fuck you again up close and personal, its alright with me. In fact, it turns me on to think about fucking you with your husband right here with us."

I waited, straining to hear my wife's response. But she spoke softly and I couldn't make out what she said. As I opened the closet door to move closer again, she was opening the outside door at the same time. When we saw each other, we both almost jumped out of our skins. In her case, that's all she was wearing. "He wants you to come into the bedroom and watch!" she said, her eyes bright with excitement. "He said it turns him on!" When I hesitated, she added that she too wanted me to join them in the bedroom. "You've gotta see his cock," she urged. "He's already made me cum 4 times! Its huge!"

Rather than go back with her, I promised to join them at the appropriate moment and sent her back to Conrad alone. I followed a few minutes later to find the bedroom door closed, as if saying if I wanted to see anymore, I would have to open the door myself. I wanted more than anything to walk right in and watch them without peeking thru the door but I hesitated, fearing my presence might change everything. It was going so well and we all were enjoying ourselves so much, I didn't want to risk spoiling the magic of the moment.So I stayed outside the closed door, fondling myself and imagining what they might be doing in there. And, as if to spite me, they both spoke in erotic whispers that I couldn't hear well enough to understand a word. The rustling sound of their bodies moving and not hearing what they were saying drove me batty.After several minutes of unbearable frustration, I heard my wife say, "Oohhh thats nice. I like that! I really like that!" Throwing caution to the wind, I quietly turned the door knob and eased the door open a little.

My naked wife was on her back with her legs high in the air. Conrad was between her legs but he wasn't fucking her. He was eating her pussy and from the way Darlene was squirming and moaning, he was doing a good job. I couldn't help fondling myself as I watched him pleasuring her. With his head buried between my wife's white thighs, Conrad didn't know I had opened the door but Darlene, glancing over his back, did. When she saw the door ajar, she motioned me into the room with her hands. I opened the door further until she could see me standing there playing with myself as I watched her black lover flick and torment her clitoris with his dark tongue.

"Ohhhh god," Darlene moaned, grabbing his head as she hunched wildly against his darting tongue. "You like eating pussy, don't you?"

Conrad paused long enough to agree, saying he especially liked eating married white pussy like hers. "Married white women know how to appreciate a big dicked blackman," he said, stabbing his tongue deep into her vagina again. "So do their husbands," Darlene murmured, curling her gorgeous legs around his moving head as another orgasm rocketed through her nervous system. A steady stream of "oh oh oh's" escaped my wife's parted lips as Conrad rocked her hips higher in the air and started licking her exposed anus. When she finally stopped shaking and her orgasmic spasms subsided, Conrad announced he was ready to fuck her again. "Too bad your old man's hiding out," he taunted. "I know he's like to see me doing you doggie style. You like doggie, don't you?" My wife answered by rising to her hands and knees, assuming the position. "Its my favorite," she said, wiggling the perfectly rounded cheeks of her beautiful white ass at him invitingly.

When he rose to take his position behind my wife, Conrad saw the partially opened door and me standing in it fondling my erect penis. He grinned, stroking his big, black cock to even fuller hardness as he set himself behind Darlene. "You're just in time," he said. "I'm fixing to fuck your lovely wife's pussy again. You like doggie style?" I nodded that I did, staring in disbelief at how perfect his charcoal colored cock was. It was bigger than it had looked from out in the hall. He wasn't cut and the purplish knob peeked out from beneath the dark foreskin like a ripe plum. Probably 8 to 9 inches long and reasonable thick, his black dick was perfectly straight. It looked like a big dark arrow aimed directly at the sexy shadows beneath the swell of my wife's wiggling white ass, and I couldn't wait to see him stick her with it.

Doggie really is Darlene's favorite position and my cock lurched in my hand as she reached back between her legs and helped him guide his black dick into the waiting pink moistness of her wrinkled labias. "Don't you wish you had a big dick like this to fuck her with?" Conrad asked me, gloating, as he penetrated my wife's pussy and pushed his big black dick all the way in. I didn't appreciate how thick his cock was until I saw how taut and stretched my wife's labias were. Even from the rear, his cock filled her sweet vagina to overflowing. "Damn! What a big cock!" Darlene murmured, as she felt his big balls brushing against the soft cheeks of her wiggling backside. "You ain't got it all yet, baby," the blackman said, lowering his hips beneath her buttocks and pushing his dick even deeper into her.

When her tissues had adjusted to his size again and his big cock moved in and out of her tight vagina smoothly and easily, Conrad grabbed her hips and started ramming her so hard and fast that the sound of their bodies colliding was like a pair of hands clapping at the end of a concert. The steady slap-slap-slap of his abdomen against her ass made the sight of him fucking her even more excting to me. It not only looked like he was fucking the shit out of Darlene, it sounded like it too! My wife's dangling breasts rocked to and fro with the rythym of his pounding penetrations and her knees quivered everytime he rammed her. When she started to climax, my wife shouted, "Oh fuck my pussy! Fuck me with that big black dick of yours! I love it! I LOVE IT!!!" Conrad could see me ejaculating beside the bed. "Your husband loves it too!" he told Darlene, as he pounded his thick cock into her harder and faster.

As he neared his own orgasm, the big blackman told my wife that watching her take his black dick was making me cum all over the floor. For some reason, that incited my wife's ardor and she started pushing her ass back to meet his deep thursts with whorish enthusiasm. "Cum in my pussy" she panted, dropping her head to the mattress and corkscrewing her ass back on the penetrating hardness of his relentless black cock. "He loves it when a blackman cums in my white pussy!"

My chaffed and spent cock was bravely trying to get hard again as Conrad exploded inside her snug vagina, flooding her insides with his thick, sticky semen. When he finished, Darlene collapsed in an orgasmic heap beneath him. She looked completely exhausted and totally gratified as he pulled his big dick out of her cum filled pussy and laid down beside her, panting like he had just finished running a marathon."Boy, that's some good white pussy." he said, fondling her heaving breasts and grinning like the cat who ate the canary. "Since you like it as much as I do," he said to me as he got up and started putting his clothes back on, "I may just stop by and fuck her again, if its alright with you" My wife moaned out loud at the thought of him sticking his big dick in her again. When I said, "Anytime...," she actually had another small orgasm.

I admit I hear about my wife and other guys more than I see it, but when I do see it, there's no doubt in anybody's mind that I like it too!

It made her really hot rubbing her bare ass all over the horny groom-to-be's hard cock, and when we got home after, I would fuck her while she talked about how hard his dick was, or how big his dick was, or how excited she got thinking about giving him some. Fantasizing about it turned her on so much that I suggested perhaps in select circumstances, she should consider allowing the groom to go all the way with her.....for an extra $500, of course.

She agreed to try it one time to see if it worked out okay, but she was really worried about how watching other men fuck her was going to effect me. I reminded her of how hard my dick got whenever she talked about it... and told her I had orgasmed inside of her many times while envisioning another man between her legs. I assured her, she needn't worry on my account. Hell, I was looking forward to it!

Once the groom fucking started and she saw how much I liked watching her fuck those other guys, she relaxed and starting enjoying herself right along with me. She couldn't get over how exciting it was and sometimes, she liked it so much it scared me a little. She's even made me jealous a couple times. But the knee-buckling thrill of watching her spread her legs for them overwhelmed any other feelings we had, and she and I both started getting off on it almost everytime.

It got to where fucking the groom-to-be was a part of the service almost everytime we did a bachelor party. For awhile there, my little hot tamale was fucking'em all, except for a couple of truly replusive specimens that I wouldn't have wanted to see fucking her either. Then, something we should have forseen and didn't, happened. We'd never encountered it and we hadn't discussed it, so we weren't sure what to do when we got to a bachelor party gig and the groom was black. His friends were mostly white guys, including the one who booked the party and convienently forgot to mention that the groom was black. Not that I was prejudiced or anything. Quite the contrary. Despite the surprise and shock of discovering he was black, my dick got hard immediately, wondering if my wife would go all the way with him too. The thought of her pussy-hugging a big, black dick thrilled me alot more than it bothered me, I can tell you that.

I really wasn't sure how Jennifer felt about blacks sexually and I had no idea what she would do, so my imagination was free to speculate. The best man and the ringbearer were also black and if I concentrated really hard, I could almost see Jennifer doing all three of them. And my naughty thoughts just got more intense as I watched her strip down in front of the groom and all his friends. When she dropped her bra, I actually heard their collective intake of breath as those horny, half drunk revelers got their first look at my wife's beautiful, self-supporting 34C breasts. Then she dropped her denim mini dress and I heard that collective breathing again. The tiny thong hid her crotch in front but her naked ass was the focus of every eye in the room. Full cheeked and white as the driven snow, her perfectly rounded half moon buttocks glistened in the florescent lights and jiggled as she danced her way over to the palpatating groom. Everyone, including Jennifer, could see his britches sticking out in the front. Desire was all over his face and he was already fucking her with his eyes before the lap dance even started.

Like quite a few of the other on-lookers, I was surreptiously squeezing and fondling my own erection as I watched Jennifer lower her sexy ass into his lap. She pressed her sexy cheeks right down against his hardon and murmured softly as she gyrated her bare ass around in his lap. When he asked if he could touch her ass, Jennifer licked her lips and looked straight at me. "If you like," she whispered coyly to the groom, raising her buttocks up off his lap invitingly.

My dick was so hard a cat couldn't couldn't have scratched it. When he started to squeeze and fondle Jennifer's bare ass with those big, blacks hands I was about to cum in my pants. And, it made me feel good to see a lot of the groom's white friends nursing their own hard-ons as they watched their black friend playing with my wife's white ass. I didn't want to be the only one getting all hot and bothered by the sight of a blackman with his hands all over my wife's ass. An ass, I might add that looked even whiter with the grooms dark hands roaming all over it.

When Jennifer turned around and straddled his lap, face to face, the groom-to-be's hands went immediately to her naked breasts. She moaned out loud as he rubbed and pinched her nipples lightly. She slide her body back and forth on his lap in short hunching motions, pressing her breasts against his hands....mock fucking she calls it, and then she did something that really surprised me. She grabbed the sides of his face and started tongue kissing him like crazy. My heart was hammering like Motley Crue's drum beat. She was going to do it! She was gonna take his black ass into the back room and fuck the shit out of him.

I felt sorry for those other eye-ballers when she got up and lead the groom by his hand into the private room. I was the lady's security and the only one allowed in the backroom with her and the groom. I had to be there to make sure nothing happened to Jennifer that Jennifer didn't want to happen. As I follwed her and Calvin (the groom's name, I think) into the back, a lot of the assembled on-lookers wished they were going back there too. They hated missing the best part. And, it was the best part too!

Jennifer was magnificent. She opened more than her legs that night. She opened her heart and her mind. She went into a fantasy fueled frenzy as soon as the door closed behind me. She practically tore Calvin's pants open and pulled his pants and underware down around his ankles at the same time. It wasn't the biggest dick I ever saw but it was still considerably longer and thicker than mine. Jennifer grabbed his big tool and pulled him toward the bed. "I want you to fuck me before you fuck her" Jennifer moaned as she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs. She pulled her thong to the side, exposing her moist labias and the tangled pubic hair surrounding her vagina. "You want to fuck me, don't you Calvin?," she teased, pulling on his thick black cock impatiently.

He wanted to fuck her alright. Without even taking his clothes off, he climbed up between Jennifer's spread-eagled legs and pushed his rigid back dick into her waiting pussy. He pushed it so hard, it went all the way in with a single thrust and Jennifer's eyes got big as saucers as his thick tool stretched and filled her pussy the way she loves having it stretched and filled. "Fuck me!," she urged, pulling at his buttocks and wiggling beneath him wildly. "Fuck me hard!"

"Oh, I will," he said, nudging his black cock a little deeper. Jennifer's sultry moan and a slight lifting of her hips encouraged him to nudge her again. He did, and she locked up under him, her body taut and flushed with the pallor of her orgasmn "Oh my god!!!!" she gasped as he nudged his big cock into her depths again and again. "Nobody's ever.....oh ohhhh my god ohhhhhh!!!" I loved seeing her get off like that! Watching her have sex is alot more gratifying when she's enjoying it as much as I am.

But, even as arousing as watching her cum all over Calvin's big cock dick was, it was driving me crazy not seeing anything. He kept his dick inside Jennifer, all the way in, and he never pulled it back once. I could only see the muscles in his ass move as he flexed his hips, nudging my beautiful Jennifer to orgasm after orgasm and I was going to cum like always but I still missed not actually seeing his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. Thats one of my favorite parts. I really like seeing the dick moving in and out of my wife's pussy when she's getting fucked by a stranger like Calvin, especially a stranger like Calvin.

Every since Calvin's nudging, Jennifer has been anxious to accept black bachelor parties at every opportunity. She's absolutely infatuated with blackmen. Sometimes, she fucks more than just the groom-to-be too. At an extra $100 a guy, I'm not complaining and Jen's never done more than 4 guys in a row at any party. Seems like we're fucking and sucking all the time now, not that Im complaining about that either. All in all, I'd say we got a pretty good life.

If you behave and don't shoot off like I do, I'll tell about Jennifer's poker game sometime.

Just hearing her say it gave me an instant erection and the bulge in my trousers told her everything she needed to know. I had not only thought about it, but apparently I had thought about it so much my dick got hard at the mere mention of it. I sheepishly explained about my fantasies and my voyeuristic desires, trying to be as honest as I could. I even admitted that I often masturbated looking at the porno and imagining that she was the white woman those big dicked blackmen were fucking. I told her I didn't and still don't know why it thrills me so, but I acknowledged that I did fantasize about her doing it.

I waited nervously for her to tell me I was a sicko and condemn me and our marriage to the scrap heap, but she didn't. She asked me why I hid it from her for so long... why I never said anything. I told her I couldn't convince myself that she would tolerate me, or my unusual desires. I told her I didn't want to hide it from her, but I didn't want her to misunderstand and think I didn't love her either.

Sex and love can join forces to make bedroom magic, but at the same time, each is immensely gratifying by itself. Look how strong the love of family is but you don't have sex with any of them. Look at how good impulsive, spontaneous sex with a stranger always is and you don't love the person you're doing it with, do you?

I wanted to see her spread her legs for a blackman but only as a consensual part of our marital sexual activity - something we'd do together. I wanted to share it with her.... as totally as we share ourselves when we have sex together, one on one. I wanted us to do it as husband and wife.

I'm not sure she understood exactly, but she sensed the sincerity of my plea, and, with a sexy twinkle in her eye, she made an admission of her own. Her rural Tennessee upbrining had not provided her with many opportunities to socialize with black people, so she was understandanly curious about them, especially the men. She said the thought of spreading her legs for a blackman excited her too. She said she had fantasized it about often when she was a teenager, but She had heard all the rumors and stories about the size of their cocks and what terrific lovers they were, but she didn't know first hand because she had never gone all the way with a blackman. She told me between blushes that if it really excited me like I said, then she would be willing to do it just to satisfy her own curiosity about blackmen, and to please me, of course.

When I started jumping for joy and getting all excited about it, she slowed me down by telling me how nervous she was about it. She said she would be uptight doing it with a black guy to begin with and even more so if I was there watching everything. She thought it would be best the first time if she picked out a guy and did it with him on her own. I would know about it and she would, of course, tell me everything when she got home, but I wouldn't be in the room watching.

I had my heart set on watching her do it but I was afraid if I pushed it, she might not do it at all. Considering that I was expecting to be degraded and reviled for my kinky voyeuristic desires, the mere possibility that she might actually spreading her legs for a blackman excited me so much, I accepted her terms without a struggle. I decided to let her do it any way she wanted to, as long as she did it!

Over the next two months, she teased me unmercifully, getting dressed all sexy and disappearing right after dinner 5 or 6 times, only to return home after 1 o'clock in the morning, a little tipsy with no story to tell. I couldn't believe a good looking sexy woman like my wife couldn't pick up any guy she wanted if she really wanted to. I was beginning to wonder if she was really trying, or just putting me on.

Then one night, she came home looking like she looked on our wedding night. She had that glow that every husband recognizes - the glow of a freshly fucked and totally satisfied female of the species! My dick was hard as a rhinosarus horn but I waited patiently as she freshened up in the bathroom and got ready for bed. She saw the sheet sticking up like a tent between my legs as she slipped into the bed beside me, so she squeezed it and stroked it as she told me everything.

"It's all true!" she said. "All those things you hear. He was insatiable, honey - and hung like a horse! He made my pussy sore." She lifted her breasts, urging me to touch her too as she revealed all. "He played with my breasts and sucked my nipples so hard I got a hickey. He tongued my pussy until my clit was throbbing. And I got so sore when he was fucking me the last time, I had to make him stop."

If Helen felt me enter her, she didn't show it. She just kept talking about Buck and how well he had fucked her. She raved about how big his cock was, and how black he was, and how wonderful it felt when he was ejaculating inside her white pussy. Of course, I climaxed right away, but my dick decided to stay hard so I kept on fucking her, mesmerized by the sexy images her taunting words created in my mind.

I could see Helen on her back with her gorgeous long legs up in the air... I could see her working her ass the way she does, and lifting up for it as Buck rammed that black dick of his deep into her white pussy again and again. In my mind's eye, I could see Helen sucking that big cock and riding it and fondling it. I could almosy see Buck thrusting between her parted thighs, stretching her little white pussy outta shape with that big, black fuckpole of his.

Before I knew what hit me, I was shooting off again. And, this time, Helen responded to my ejaculation by arching her back and lifting herself up to get me even further inside her. She started shaking all over with a huge orgasm of her own. She said it was like Buck was fucking her all over again. We snuggled and cuddled and fucked and talked about Buck fucking her the whole night thru. I don't think either of us ever felt so satisfied or full of ourselves. It was as good as 3way sex gets and I liked as much as she did.

When we collapsed with exhaustion shortly after dawn, we were so satisfied and gratified and stratified that we started making plans for the next time. I got all excited and told her how much I was going to enjoy watching her next time. She really didn't have a problem with that, but she was concerned about how it would affect the other guy. She was afraid adding her husband to the mix would spoil everything. She said my being there would bother the other guy and make him less aggressive and less confident. "You'll make him and me both nervous." she said. "Let me do it alone one more time!"

I agreed with her that me being in the room might inhibit the other guy a little, but I felt sure that after he got used to it, he would enjoy fucking her even more with me watching. The only think better than fucking another man's wife is fucking her right in front of him! I told her white women were special to black guys... that they would rather fuck a sexy white woman than eat when they're hungry, especially a married white woman. Getting that white pussy and getting "whitey's" woman at the same time has to be even hotter, I went on. "A guy might be uneasy about me watching at first, but after he warms up to the idea, he'll be even more confident and aggressive. With me right there to see it all". I assured her that black guys would fuck her especially long and hard, wanting her to climax a lot so I'd know how much she liked it!! "They enjoy rubbing it in like that," I concluded, letting her think it over for a few minutes.

I thought I had a good argument, but she wasn't convinced. She was worried that I would get jealous seeing other men with bigger cocks making love to her... other men making her climax, giving her pleasure. She said it would make her so conflicted and distracted that she wouldn't be able to do it with me right there. She was just not ready to have me in the same room.

Finally, we compromised. She said it excited her to think about me slipping into the club and 'secretly' watching her dance and flirt with the black guys who hit on her. The fact that the guys trying to get in her pants wouldn't know I was watching seemed to really rev her up. She said it made her wet to think about me watching strange black guys kissing her and feeling her up on the dancefloor without them knowing anything about me being there.

As always, just hearing her talk about it made my dick hard. What could I do? Half a loaf is better than none, right? I promised to keep my distance so they wouldn't know I was watching and I agreed to act like we didn't know each other no matter what. I also agreed that she could take the guy she wanted up to the room without me - this time!

She smiled and promised to give me a good show before she left with anyone. She also agreed to tell me everything afterward, including how she felt about us adding interracial sex to our bedroom agenda permanantly. I told her to tell whoever she went to bed with that it made her hot to think about her husband being right there in the room watching them. And then ask him how he feels about fucking you with your husband hiding in the closet, watching and masturbating. I told her to tell me what his reply was later on at home. She promised, grinning mischievously. She knew I'd be waiting for her to tell me he was all for it.

By the time Friday rolled around, I was pretty much a basket case. I hadn't done anything except fuck her and jerk off for several days. I Couldn't Wait doesn't begin to describe the anticipation I felt. The thought of seeing a blackman's hands on her white skin had me so wired up that I forgot to book the room. Luckily, the motel still had a single room with kingsize bed left when we got there. After settling in, I watched anxiously as my wife dressed for the occasion. She selected sexy, accessible clothing and irresistable underthings. She wore a vee neck cashmere sweater (that exposed her braless 35c breasts whenever she leaned too far forward) and a top of the knee, ass hugging, flared cotton skirt that swayed with every step she took. White socks and red tennis shoes (the same shade as the cashmere) made her look stylish, sexy, and very desirable. Me and any other man who saw her dressed like that would immediately experience a strong desire to get in her panties. I was already imagining dark, black hands under her skirt and down her blouse. I couldn't wait to get downstairs to the club. Finally, I told Helen it would look better if we didn't show up at the same time and I went on down to check out the club.

I selected a vantage point close enough to the dance floor that I could see it and most of the floorside booths at the end, as well. The bar was in just the right place and that's where the single guys, black and white, were gathered. I eavesdropped on a mixed couple who were already dancing, surprised that find that just seeing a white girl dancing with blackman excited me almost as much as the thought of seeing my wife do it. I grabbed a stool and downed a couple screwdrivers while I watched them and waited for Helen.

The sexual nature of modern dancing made impossible for me to think of anything except fucking. One guy was practically fucking a full bodied little blond with big tits right through her clothes. He made hunching motions between her legs and pressed his crotch tight against hers, obviously making genital contact through their clothing. The look on that girl's face as he rubbed his erection against her was priceless. She was straining against him, moving her hips encouragingly... telling him, and anyone watching, that she was his if he wanted her. She looked like she wanted to give him the pussy right there.

They were still grinding on each other when Helen came into the club. She went to the area opposite where I was sitting and ordered a margarita. She took a stool beside a respectable looking blackman with gold rimmed glasses and a very nice suit. He told the bartender to make that 2 margaritas and put'em on his tab. Helen thanked and they engaged in small talk until the drinks arrived.

It was noisey in the bar with the music and all, so I didn't hear much, but I know Helen. She was flattering him and flirting with him and finding out all about him with her small talk questions. He seemed relieved when their drinks arrived and he downed most of his with one big gulp. After Helen got a sip, he must have asked her to dance because they moved out onto the fairly crowded floor and started to boogie. The blond I was watching before had disappeared with the guy she was grinding with and I knew as sure as I was sitting there that those two were in a room somewhere fucking like rabbits.

Helen kept a respectable distance from the guy when the music turned slow but she was still too close. Whenever he wanted to, he just pulled her against him and held her there with his long arms. She asserted herself but not too strenuously and, after a brief hesitance, she allowed him to hold her as close as he liked. When she leaned back in his arms, their lower bodies were pressed together so tightly they could have been joined at the hip.

I could and did imagine his hard dick pressing into the supple softness of Helen's abdomen just above the mound of her pussy. I could almost feel her getting excited as she teased herself (and him) (and me) by rubbing up against him. When the song ended, Helen thanked him for the dance and returned to her stool at the bar.

He managed to conceal his state of arrousal as he made his way back to the bar, but as he was sitting down, I saw what looked like a small salami trying to burst thru the seams of his trouser leg. It had to be his cock. And it was at least twice as thick as mine, and longer too! It was the kind of dick I would love to stick in Helen if I had it, but since I didn't, the only way I could stick it in her was if he stuck it in her for me.

I was rock hard as I watched her encouraging his advances. My insatiable subconscious was already filled with image after image of my sweet, innocent wife fucking and sucking his big black dick.

He and Helen were sipping their margarita's quietly when another black guy asked Helen to dance. He too held her close and this time she didn't resist at all. She pressed herself against him willingly, burying her head in his shoulder as he hardened between their bodies. I'd never seen Helen so available and accessible looking before.

She was gorgeous when she was on the make like that. Watching her excite and tease those guys thrilled and excited me more than I can say. She was sexier than I ever saw her before, allowing him and others after him to touch her inside her clothes, turning so I could see their dark hands pawing her ass and feeling between her legs.

She danced with four different guys altogether. They all hit on her and felt her up and watching it had me cumming in my pants. I wanted to slip into the bathroom and toss one off, but I wasn't about to miss anything so I stayed put and jerked off in my pants while partner number 4 had his hand down Helen's sweater squeezing her bare breasts and tweaking her nipples. Fortunately the song ended before he could show her tits to everybody in the place, but he did lift up her skirt in the back so everybody could see the seductive cheeks of her beautiful white ass. She smacked the guy's hand away, fixed her skirt and rearranged her sweater as she returned to her seat at the bar. She seemed upset about him lifting up her skirt like that and she told the guy with glasses that dancing wasn't fun anymore. She asked him if he wanted to go somewhere else with her.

When he paused, she said she had a room upstairs. He followed her out. It was a little after midnight and since I was going pick Helen up afterward, I went home to wait for her call.

No, I didn't go to sleep! I was wide awake, sitting by the phone, masturbating myself as I imagined her spreading her legs for him inside that motel room. I got off a couple times, somehow knowing that he had that black dick in my wife's white pussy at that very moment.

A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was much too soon to be good news. But, much to my delight, Helen had a surprise for me. She said he had already fucked her twice but when she told him how horny I was and how much I wanted to be there to watch her fuck him, he suggested calling me up and letting me listen to them on the phone.

"I wish you could see his dick, honey" Helen teased. "It's the biggest damn cock I ever saw. My pussy will never be the same!" Then I heard him say something and then Helen said, "Oh my god! He wants some more! He's going to fuck me again!"

Then Helen dropped the phone down on the bed beside her and I listened with the phone in one hand and my cock in the other. I could hear them kissing and fondling and charging each other up. My wife's muffled moans and whispered murmers of encouragement were the most exciting sounds I had ever heard in my life. I heard him tell her what a sexy white ass she had and how much he liked her big white titties. She was ready for some more of his big dick and she made sure I knew she wanted it too . She was HOT! HOT! HOT!!

I got off twice listening to her grunts and the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh. She whimpered and moaned and told him how wonderful his big cock was. She told him she wished her husband had a dick like his and he laughed out loud. He must have really rammed her then because the slapping sounds were closer together and the headboard of their bed was banging into the wall. And it went on and on. I heard him tell her to suck til it got hard again and the sounds of her doing it practically drove me crazy. I shot off all over myself when he told her suck it good and swallow all that cum.

I jerked off 2 more times before she got home and then I fucked her stretched and battered pussy while she told me how many times he fucked her, what positions they were in, how big his cock was, and things like that. Finally I asked her what he said about me watching, she grabbed my ass holding me all the way inside her as she spasmed and climaxed beneath me. "He wants to do it Sunday afternoon" she whispered breathlessly, shaking with another spasm as I nudged myself deeper and started to ejaculate inside her.

The expansion of our marital sexual boundaries started out with him taking softcore photos of me in skimpy lingerie. Personally, I liked posing for the camera. I am still amazed at how good he could make me look. He took zillions of pics and only kept a few dozen at most. No unsightly bulges, no wrinkled skin... the ones he kept were perfect. I became very proud of that portfolio over the years. He made me feel and, often even look, like a playboy bunny with his use of lighting, angles, pov's, etc.

I'm actually not a bad looking woman to begin with but I never thought I was as beautiful and sexy as I look in those pics. I'll always thank him for that. He helped me become totally comfortable with my body. I stopped comparing myself with other women and loved myself for who and what I really am - a gorgeous, sexy woman who is crazy about her crazy, sex maniac husband.

The photography quickly developed into "swinging" at parties with other couples. It wasn't so bad at times but over all I didn't like it because regardless of what the other wife looked like, my husband always flattered her and praised her sexiness. He made a couple of the husbands jealous with his enthusiastic praise of their wives sexual talents. He made me jealous too! Why couldn't I like it everytime like that? And the other guys who were fucking me didn't like him taking pictures either. He was always interrupting and telling everyone to do this and do that so he could get perfect pics. Although I didn't have the heart to tell him, it was annoying and distracting. It's difficult enough to screw another man right in front of him without all that shutter-clicking and positioning advice.

After a couple months of wife swapping, he suggested we try a few 3ways so he could concentrate on watching and taking pics. He wanted to show me how hot and sexy I was with other men. He wanted me to see what he saw so I would understand why he liked it so much. He never has understood that visual stimuli is a masculine priority. I could watch myself do it all day and never get as aroused as I do when I'm actually doing it.

Anyway, over the next two months, we did 3ways with 5 or 6 different white guys. A couple were okay and even got me off, but mostly they were as uptight and intense as my over zealous husband. I couldn't get close to them either. They all seemed to have hidden agendas of some kind. Guilt, maybe... My husband didn't know it but I was secretly delighted when he finally suggested we do it with a blackman.

Being a normal white woman from the South, I was filled with a tornado of emotions where blackmen were concerned. I wanted'em because I had never had'em and I was curious to find out if all the things they said about'em was true. At the same time, I was terrified because of the hurtful, negative things white men said about white women who had sex with blacks. I didn't want my husband to think I was a whore even though I felt like one fucking strangers all the time. My husband kept after me until I was convinced he really, really wanted me to do it with a blackman and wouldn't turn against me if I did it. Then I made my first mistake. I led him to believe that I would do it but only because he wanted me to. I didn't tell him that I had always secretly wanted to have sex with a blackman myself. I let him think it was all his idea and played the role of the reluctant but submissive wife willing to do anything to please her husband.

I've heard the justifications and and psychological explanations for wanting it a thousand times, just as you have. In the beginning, he had only said "other men" but it was never just "other men" to him - it was blackmen! He always wanted the other men to be black! And, when I started to enjoy them as much as he did, he couldn't have been more pleased. He said seeing me feel as good about interracial sex as he did was his goal to begin with. His only agenda - all he ever wanted was for us to grab the pleasures we got individually and share them with one another afterward. He said I couldn't share my pleasure with him if I didn't get any. He wanted me to like it! He said he was the most gratified when he saw me enjoying the sex as much as he was.

I can't thank Dark Cavern enough for helping me to understand how my husband feels and how I feel myself. Reading the stories and talking to others in chat rooms really helped me come to terms with the sexual lifestyle my huband wanted us to pursue. Just knowing that other women did it too, and that many of them found it to be as gratifying and satisfying as I do, was the exactly the kind of positive reinforcement that a married woman needs in the beginning. Isn't it ironic that most of us wives are insulted and angry when our crafty husbands first suggest that we try having sex with others to spice up our sex lives? I mean, I never thought that spreading my legs for strangers for my husband's pleasure would become my own pleasure too! But, it has! I'm having the best marital sex I've ever had in my life. Like my husband says everytime we talk about it, "It's that old BLACK MAGIC, sweetheart!"

Once on a weekend trip to New York city, my hubby set up a meeting with a well hung black man we had chatted with at Dark Cavern a couple times. I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get there. All day, I was anxious and horny and night time couldn't couldn't come fast enough. Later, in the hotel bar, this black man walks over to us and sits right down at our table. I knew it was him. My heart started pounding and my mouth got dry. I was wet between the legs before he ever spoke. He had two friends with him and that frightened me a little. I wasn't expecting anyone but him. I had never done it with 3 guys before and I wasn't sure I was up to it. But, after we had a few drinks, I loosened up, and after I started dancing with them all, I couldn't wait to get to the hotel room. Having those three virile young black studs feeling me up on the dance floor and looking at me like they could see thru my clothes, took my breath away. I got so excited I actually felt faint for awhile.

With security so tight in New York hotels since 9/11, we didn't want anyone at the front desk getting nosey and asking questions, so, we decided I would go up to the room with one and the other 2 would follow in another elevator. My hubby needed to send one of the bellmen to the liquor store and he said he'd be up in a minute. Partially because I was so aroused and partially because my husband just left me alone with them like that, I flirted and teased the guy I was with as soon as we got in the elevator. He stopped the car on the second floor where the other 2 were waiting, and we all rode up to the room in one elevator together.

Going up 9 floors in an elevator with 3 horny blackmen takes alot longer than you might think. They put their hands all over me, inside my top and under my skirt. They fondled my body and took turns kissing me on the lips. All their dicks got hard and if I had been a man, my dick would have been hard too! I knew what they wanted. And they knew what I wanted too! Married white women don't let strange blackmen kiss and fondle them in hotel elevators unless they're ready to get fucked. They knew alright!

As soon as we got in the room my top was off, my skirt was pulled up, and I had big black dicks pointing at me from all directions. I felt really sexy and desirable seeing 3 different men fully aroused and anxious to fuck me. What woman wouldn't feel sexy and desirable at a moment like that? I forgot all about my husband and focused on the matters at hand, so to speak. I couldn't resist examining their big cocks individually. I was dazzled at how much the same their cocks were. They were all uncircumsized, thick, black, and hard as concrete. I had just started to lick and suck them when my husband returned. I was already holding a black dick in either hand and sucking a third one at the same time. He couldn't believe how much he had missed in such a short time.

I was the designated pussy and they fucked me too many times for me to remember. When I thought they were finished it started all over again as somebody's cock would get hard and I'd have to take care of it for him. It went on for hours and I have never climaxed so much in my life. There's something about getting fucked repeatedly by several guys that flips all my switches and rings all my bells. When it was over and they finally left, my husband made sweet, gentle, patient love to me as we relived the whole thing together. It was marvelous!

And, here's the twist. The following night we went out again and we got back late. We were in the middle of fucking when there was a knock on the door. My hubby opened it to find a cocky young blackman standing there. He asked us if ours was the room with the white slut wife who loved sucking and fucking black cocks. We had never seen him before. We didn't even know his name. But, hubby let him in the room and gestured at the bed where I lay naked. The blackman quickly stripped off his clothes and joined me in the bed. He started fucking me without any hesitation at all. No foreplay, no fondling, not even any kissing. Just in the pussy and fuck, fuck, fuck until he was done.

He had a huge black cock and he knew how to use it so it didn't take long until he was cumming deep in my pussy and I was cumming all over his big hard dick at the same time. Then he was gone. He had just walked into our room and climbed up between my legs. He fucked me and he shot off in my pussy, and then he got up and left. RAM! BAM! THANK YOU MA'AM! If I hadn't been so gratified myself, I might have been offended by his abruptness, but you see, I love how cheap and whorish fucking a stranger like that makes me feel. Even my husband says I'm nothing but a white whore looking for a big dicked blackman to fill that empty space between my legs.

And, I say - so what? Its how hubby and I, WE, as a couple, choose to have sex sometimes. I'm not running around behind his back or anything. He's right there all the time, often encouraging me and urging my lover on. I'm not the only one having good sex, we all are. Kinky, maybe but not any worse than dildos, vibrators, and other sexual devices. Bondage might work for you, or role playing, or any one of a thousand things. The point is this works out well for a lot of couples so don't knock it if you haven't ever tried it. There really is more than one way to skin a cat, you know?

I got a thing about white pussy anyway and you wouldn't believe how many white couples advertise for blackmen on the internet. The husbands like to watch and video tape their wives having sex with blackmen and all you have to do it send'em an email. Most of the ads have photos of the wife and a lot of them married white women are phat'n a muthafucks.

One time I got in touch with a couple right here in my home town. The guy was a lawyer. I knew him but he didn't know me. His wife, Tina, is beautiful and she loves getting fucked more than breathing. The lawyer likes to watch and make videos. He likes to play with his little dick too. He always cums watching me fuck her, wishing he had a big, black dick like mine... wishing he could fuck her and make her cum like I do.

When I first met them at their house, he provided some primo uppers and after we all got high, he suggested we play a little SIMON SAYS to break the ice. He would tell me and his wife what to do and we would do it for whatever period of time Simon said to do it.

It was alright to begin with. He told his wife to dance with me and to kiss her, and feel her up as much as I wanted until the song ended. As she slipped into my arms, her eyes were bright with excitement and her shapely 35C-25-35 body was practically screaming for my attention. I pulled her against me real tight, making sure she could feel how hard my dick was. When she raised her head and pressed her softness tighter against my hard cock, I kissed her parted lips and dropped my hands down to her ass. As I was squeezing and fondling her charmin-like butt cheeks, Simon suggested I lift her dress up in the back so he could see my black hands all over her bare white ass.

I didn't like being told what to do very much, but I wanted to get in her pants so bad I did as he asked without protest. I lifted her skirt up around her waist, delighted to discover that she wore no panties. Her bare ass was even more exciting than her clothed one.

She had a big, protruding butt like the black sistas have and, watching her walk with her perfect white ass cheeks jiggling all over the place woulda made a deadman's dick hard. When I touched her ass, it was firm, yet yeilding, soft without being too soft. Exploring it with my hands turned my dick to stone. And the way she rubbed her soft abdomen against my erection drove me crazy with desire. I had been thinking about fucking her white pussy nonstop for several days and I wanted to fuck her some kind of bad.

The song ended and Simon said I had to stop. He told his wife to take out my cock and suck it for two minutes. He told me to admire her bare ass in the mirror while she sucked me. Even though I was and still am crazy about her ass, that isn't what I watched. I looked down at my black dick in her mouth, watching her use her tongue and suck me so hard she must have wanted me to pop.

Seeing her fingers wrapped around my cock and her red lips encircling it at the same time excited the hell out of me. Ain't nothing makes me want to fuck more than a white woman sucking my black dick. Simon stopped her just when I was ready to drop my load in her mouth, and she knew how close I was but she didn't slow down or back away until he told her to. She was ready even eager to swallow my cum and she would have if he hadn't stopped her. As nice as it was to know she was a swallower in case I wanted a blow job later, right then, at that moment, all I wanted to do was fuck her!

When her husband, SIMON FOREVER, it seemed, told me to go down on her until he told me to stop, I asked him why I couldn't be Simon for awhile. There were things I wanted to see too. He asked me what things and I told him I would show him if he let me be Simon.

When his wife taunted him and told him he was afraid to let anyone else be Simon, he got all puffed up and told me I was officially SIMON. He said he and his wife would do whatever I told them to do. His wife looked at me with mischief in her eyes. She wiggled her big pretty naked ass at me one more time before she let her skirt fall back down over it. She told me my wish was their command. I looked her right in the eye, already fucking her in my mind.

"Simon says take your clothes off and get on the bed" I told her as I dropped my own pants and shirt. "What about me?" the lawyer whined. "What does Simon want me to do?" I winked at his anxious wife waiting for me in their bed and told him Simon said for him to take off his pants and sit in the chair across from the bed until Simon said he could get up again. He asked what he was supposed to do, and Simon told him he could watch, and wank and even talk dirty as long as he didn't overdo it, but he was not to get out of that chair.

Trapped by his own game, he looked dejected as I turned on my heel and let him look at my black ass as I walked toward the bed where his innocent white wife lay naked and waiting. Talk about punishing a mother fucker. I teased him unmercifully for a couple hours, fucking his very willing wife all over that bed and making him stay in that chair when I knew he was dying to get up close and see it all. I did let him go to the bathroom once while she was sucking my dick but that was just because I wanted him to see my big black dick all up in his wife's mouth. I wanted the greedy little bastard to think about that the next time he kissed her. I wanted him to remember watching me fuck her the next time he fucked her himself, knowing that he can never fuck her like I did... not with that little cock of his.

When I was about to cum in her pussy for the third time, I was ramming my dick into her so hard she started whimpering and moaning like it was hurting her... like I was fucking her too hard. That only made me ram it harder until she was whimpering like a baby everytime I slammed it all the way in. When her chair bound husband said, "Simon says take it easy. Not so rough!" Before I could answer him, his wife told him he wasn't Simon. She told him to shut up and let me fuck her the way I wanted to.

Her pussy was all gaped open and stretched out of shape when I finally got off her. My cum was oozing out between her parted labias and forming a puddle on the sheet beneath her ass. I got dressed and told the lawyer he could fuck her now. Then I kissed her good bye and promised her we'd do it again soon.

Soon turned out to be an accidental meeting in the grocery store two days later. We got together in the parking lot and I fucked the shit out of her in the back of my van. Another time I saw in her car and followed her to the park. She gave me a cum swallowing blow job and I didn't even have to get out of my car.

I fucked her behind the lawyer's back for a couple months before we drifted apart and moved on to someone new. My cousin Vinny's fucking her now and he fucks all the time, whether her punk assed husband is watching or not. He told me he fucks the lawyer's wife more than he fuck's own. Of course, I don't fault him for that. She's got a good white pussy on her. I may just go back to fucking her again myself.

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

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

Under my husband's constant badgering, I finally admitted that blackmen had always appealed to me. After a particularly gratifying night with a 32 year old black bricklayer named Roscoe Thomas, I confessed that having sex with blackmen had been a fantasy of mine when I was younger, and, now that I'm having sex with blackmen all the time, I wanted Pete to know that the real thing was even better than my fantasies had been.

It was liberating to tell him that I enjoyed doing it with black guys more than anyone else. And, athough I appreciate men with 'big ones' as much as the next woman does, it wasn't because blackmen have bigger dicks. It was so much more than that. Their desire for my white pussy was always bigger than their cocks. Just being a white woman made me feel sexy and special to a blackman. The way they looked at me and lusted for me got me so hot I wanted to let them do me. . And they way they fuck is incredible! Black guys do it like they mean it - everytime!!! It gets so good sometimes, I can't believe its that good.

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

I know Roscoe suspected Pete was my husband but he didn't say anything. He just rubbed it in Pete's face every chance he got, telling him how good my white pussy was and asking him if he wanted to see me take it all. He even asked me if I was married and when I said yes, he asked Pete if he thought my husband knew I was in a motel with 9 and a half inches of black dick in me. Then Roscoe started chanting, urging Pete to watch me take it all as he shoved his long dick into my stretched pussyhole as far as it would go. I bucked under him like a mare in season when his dick started brushing against the neck of my cervix. Nobody had ever out a cock in me that far. And I think Pete noticed it too. "You got it in'er, now" he shouted, stroking his stubby little cock as fast as he could. "Fuck that bitch!", he urged. "Get all that white pussy! Fuck that whore! Fuck'er! Fuck'er".

His outburst surprised me and Roscoe, but hearing it and seeing him wanking like crazy as he watched us, excited and aroused us both even further. I lifted up, raising my ass and inching my legs further apart, practically begging him to shoot off inside me again. I wanted another load of his hot jism deep down inside my love tunnel where it feels so damn good I can't help wanting it and anticipating it and celebrating it when it finally happens. When he stiffened between my legs and I felt his big cock erupt again, I climaxed again and so did my masturbating husband. A very fitting finale to a night with a hooker.

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

Well, I'm glad I didn't end up getting time to write to you until now. You said it right girl - things change so fast with me and my men! As of 9:30 am, I was resigned to just get my workout in and get some work done. He had emailed me last night, saying he couldn't do Monday or Tuesday for our night meeting, but he didn't tell me if today was ok. Since I can't call him "after hours", I had to email him last night, which he of course didn't check. So I called him early this morning and said if he'd like to be distracted from work, to call me! And he did! Lucky for me, too, I didn't have to drive down to his office. We met again at that garage and he just fucked me silly for a little over an hour! Just what I needed, with all this hot talk lately! I was about to take out my frustrations on my husband tonight, and maybe I still will, but I just needed that hot, black stud sort of sex, you know? Phew! It was short, but satisfying!

He pulled up to our spot, I signaled to his back seat and hopped out of my car wearing just my lace long-sleeve mini-chemise from VS, black thigh highs and my thigh high boots. I felt like a James Bond girl! :) He said I looked great and just felt my breasts through the material - ooh la la! He was dressed "for easy access" in just running pants and a sweatshirt, but that man doesn't have to wear anything special to look gorgeous!

This time he put the seats down so beyond our makeout and pussy licking sessions in the backseat, we had more room to spare this time. He just said things like "oh, this dick missed your mouth", "white girls like you shouldn't have a$$es like yours", and "this pussy is too good". We ended up doing anal without any lube, which was no problem. It felt so good that when he said, "anybody else been in this ass?" I just lied and shook my head no. He just said, "it's my ass" and again, I just nodded because I couldn't talk, it was so good! I came a few times that way, then we both came together as he came in my a$$.

He said when I'm back "in commission", we can have our night together - I told him after this, we deserved a nice bed! Although this was indeed fun!

I also had the chance to ask him if his gf still didn't "do that" (anal) with him, and he said she just cries and screams if he gets anywhere close. I said I like crying and screaming for him! ;) And I frankly think I must suck his cock better too - so I think we're ok together. So yes, I guess she's still there.

But...I did ask if he would give me a hint as to what he has in mind for me, and he said no, only that it was "in the works" and when the time came, he'd let me know. So I sort of think he might be trying to get his best friend or someone to double-team me. How fun! (Doesn't it sound like that to you?)

Rebecca

I asked if she thought it smart to have Mike back thursday. We were pushing our luck already and she'd for sure be fertile by then. " We'd better not meet with the other guys after tomorrow" She told me and she'd take a bath and douche after Mike on thursday and everything would be ok. I knew it was risky but said nothing more.

On wed. 2 out of 3 of the guys showed up. Both young and extra well hung and both left a copious amounts of their hot nutt inside my wife. I ate more cream pie then ever that day but as Rob's pussy was swollen from all the fucking I jacked myself off as I cleaned her up. Again she seemed to almost glow from the love making these guys had given her.

On thursday Mike balled my wife for the better part of 2 hours. It went from hot make out session to mounting and breeding. Mike made no secret of the fact he meant to leave her with child and would turn and look me in the eye everytime he deposited a hot load inside her. Afterwards Rob was almost too sore for me to clean up but again she mounted my face and I drank all I get out of her.

About a week later her period time came but no period. We waited about a week then got a test and found she was very pregnant. Of course we can't be sure but I think Mike was the daddy. We'd always known this could happen and had planned on keeping it if it did. We began making plans and we're both very excited. As it turned out she couldn't keep the baby. A few weeks later she began cramping very hard and her period started. While we were both sad about it. I guess we were a bit relieved as well.

After three years in the lifestyle with me, Maryanne knew she could trust me in matters of the crotch, so convincing her to go on such short notice wasn't a problem. She adores surprises, especially big black ones. She got her hair and her nails done the next morning, worked half a day and got home around 5:30. I'd been nursing and hiding a seemingly permanent erection all day at the office thinking about George and Gracie's impending visit. That was their names - on my oath! I wondered what they looked like and what would happen. I was hoping Gracie would be as sexy and beautiful as Maryanne is. Watching my wife get ready drove me crazy. I wanted to fuck her so bad it was all I could do to keep from throwing her down right there in the floor!

She put on her sexiest underthings, including the garters and hose all men love so much. If you've got the legs to fill out stockings and the ass to hold up the garter belt like Maryanne does, there's nothing sexier than a woman dressed like that. Since she was pretending to a hooker, she dedcided against a bra, but she did wear some sheer, transparent panties that emphasized rather then concealed her the shadowy triangle of her pussy. She chose a short, wrap around jean skirt with velcro snaps and a tight pull over top. The top was just small enough to emphasize the fact that she wore no bra. Her nipples were already hard as acorns and clearly discernable to anyone interested enough to look. As the time grew near, she grumbled about her hair and what to wear, but she was every bit as excited I was. With no time to arrange even our thoughts, we left and drove to the motel lounge to see if George and Gracie were really going to be there. I felt pretty sure they would be but I wasn't over confident. I really hate being disappointed.

When we finally got there, I saw'em first. I saw'em first because Gracie was the hottest woman in the place, next to my incomparable wife, of course. Gracie was sitting in a booth with a nice looking, well dressed blackman who stood up and started waving as soon as he saw us. When we got to the booth, neither of us could hear anything he was saying above the music but we smiled and shook our heads agreeably until the song ended and relative quiet returned to the club. George was 3 inches taller than me and well muscled like an athlete. He had a great smile and he developed an immediate and obvious desire for Maryanne. He flattered her and kissed her hand.

I responded to Gracie in the same way. She was the same height as my wife, maybe a little heavier but in all the right places. She had nice big titties and from the way they were moving around inside her blouse, I suspected that she was as braless as Maryanne. I couldn't hide my desire for her. She was HOT! Imagining big, black George between Maryanne's thighs had me all shook up already and when I started thinking that I might be fucking Gracie at the same time, I couldn't control myself. My dick got so hard it was obvious to everyone. I finally just stopped trying to hide it and slipped into the booth beside Gracie. My wife sat next to George, close enough that their thighs were touching.

After one drink and a couple awkward silences, George suggested that we take our party up to the suite. I couldn't believe he rented a two room suite without even knowing if we would show up or not. When I asked him about it on the way up, he told he knew we were going to be there. Then he patted me on the back and told me I needed to have more faith in that feeling I got when he and I first talked on the phone. "Believe in it, Don" he told me. "That feeling never lies!!!" Watching those two traffic stopping asses wiggle down the corridor in front of us was a good as it gets for a man. By the time we got to the rooms, we were both fondling one another's wives and everybody was ready to fuck.

As soon as the door closed behind us, George put his arms around Maryanne's waist and pulled her body tight against him. His hands were everywhere as he tongue kissed her repeatedly. Gracie melted up against me and I started kissing her too. Without any instructions from me, my hands went immediately to the twin mounds of her terrific ass. Her ass felt as full and firm as it had looked undulating down the hallway. I squeezed fondled the soft cheeks with the urgent delight of a teenager about to get laid for the first time. We all sort of helped each other undress.

George liked watching as much as I did. He fondled Maryanne and let her play with his dick while he watched me stripping Gracie down to a pair of see-thru pantues just like the ones Maryanne wore. Then I did the same with Gracie and watched him strip Maryanne down to her panties. I don't know whose dick was the hardest, but his sure was the biggest! It was big and black like the barrel of a baseball bat and struck straight out in front of him as hard and stiff as a cold chisel. In my over active imagination, I could already see him sticking that bad boy in my wife's pussy.

When Maryanne laid down across the bed rubbing her crotch and fucking George with her eyes, Gracie stepped in front of him and bent over the end of the bed. She pulled Maryanne's panties off herself and started fingering her pussy. Then she laid down, resting her head on Maryanne's firm abdomen as she fingerfucked her pussy. Gracie noted that Maryanne's pussy was really wet so she asked Maryanne if she was so hot because she wanted George to fuck her. Maryanne looked up at George stroking his big cock above her and the look in her eyes said more than her words when she admitted that she was hot for George's body and very much wanted him to fuck her.

George started stroking his big cock faster. He pointed at Gracie's sexy ass waving aound in the air and urged me to go ahead and fuck her. I sort of had the same idea myself since her irresistable ass was right in my face. I pressed my face between her sexy ass cheeks and kissed her puckered anus, giving it a quick lick as I moved into position and lined my dick up with her hairy lovebox. George and Maryanne both moaned as I slipped my stiff dick into the wet warmth of Gracie's hairy, glovelike vagina. She stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Maryanne's lovebox everytime I rammed her from behind. Her tongue was penetrating Maryanne's pussy at the same tempo as my dick was pistoning into her. It was like I was doing'em both in a way and I loved it.

George stayed up by Maryanne's head, stroking his cock as he watched Gracie licking and kissing between my wife's legs. Then his eyes meet Maryanne's and she started talking to him about how hot Gracie was making her and how excited she was that I was fucking Gracie at the same time. She started fondling her own breasts and told George she was already thinking about him fucking her. She wanted him to fuck her hard and deep like I was fucking Gracie, and she told him so. George was already fucking her in his mind as he stroked his big cock and told her he wanted to shoot off all over her big white titties.

Gracie raised her head from between Maryanne's legs and quickly replaced her lips and tongue with several probing fingers. "I want to see that!" she explained, rolling her ass back against my thrusting cock and finger fucking my wife's pussy at the same time. George had his thick cock almost touching Maryanne's bare breasts and he was jerking it furiously. "Fuck her", he told me. Fuck Gracie's hot pussy" Maryanne moaned, lifting her hips up to Gracie's thrusting fingers, anticipating George's ejaculation...anxious to see his black cock explode...to feel his hot semen on her skin.

When George's big dick exploded, showering Maryanne's heaving busom with a spurting stream of creamy juice, Gracie went bananas. "Fuck me" she shrieked "Fuck me hard! I'm cumming! Ohhhh my god - I'm cummmmmiiiinnnnggggggg!" At that very moment, with my dick buried to the balls in her sweet gyrating pussy, I climaxed too! It was marvelous pumping my cock and my semen into the snug warmth of her glovelike vagina. I tried to hang on as she rotated her ass back against me, moaning with delight. When I finally slipped out of her, tenrils from my ejaculate clung to her pubics and her labias, dribbling down into the sexy crack between the cheeks of her ass.

Backing away, I watched my wife Maryanne rubbing George's cum all over her naked breasts. Without hesitation or embarassment, she leaned forward and took his thick cum covered shaft into her mouth. She licked and sucked his black dick until it was clean and shiney and, of course, hard again. When she thought he was sufficiently stiff and rigid again, Maryanne laid back down, spreading her legs invitingly. She smiled and encouraged George to fuck her like he promised. Gracie reached for my stiffening cock and started jerking me off as she, too, urged George to do it. "Show her how good that black dick is, honey" she said. "Fuck her white pussy good! We want to watch you and her like you watched us!" That way she said "we" made my dick twitch in her hand.

When George got set between Maryanne's legs, Gracie squealed with excitement, almost pulling my dick off she was jerking it so fast. George looked over at Gracie and said, "This bud's for you, baby!" Then he rubbed his black dick up and down Maryanne's moist slit, parting her wrinkled labias. He slipped the head of his big cock between her moisture laden pussy lips and pushed, stretching her tight vagina as he entered her body. He pushed and pushed until his hairy balls were resting against the soft white cheeks of Maryanne's ass. He had every inch of his black dick buried inside her and he held it there, forcing Maryanne to react to how big he was. "You're so big!" she murmured. "I don't know if I can stand it!" "You can stand it" he laughed, wiggling his hips and making his buried cock move deep within her. "Damn what a cock!" Maryanne grunted, inching her thighs further apart so he could give her the fucking she had been craving all week long.

Looking all vacant eyed like she gonna die if Gorge didn't start fucking, Gracie moaned, "Fuck'er, George. I want to see the look on her face when you start fucking her for real!" George didn't budge. He just kept Maryaane pinned to the mattress, his thick dick so far inside her, she couldn't move. "What about you?" he asked me. "Do you want me fuck her too?" Gracie's right hand was dancing up and down my cock so fast I was already on the verge of another orgasm and I was too excited to hold back. The desire to see my wife with his big cock pounding in and out of her pussy was overpowering. "Yeah, I want to see you fuck her, George" I told him. "I want to see you pound her with your black cock until she's cums all over it and begs you for more!"

George turned his eyes back to Maryanne. "And what about you?" he asked her. Do you want me to fuck you, white girl?" She looked like a bug stuck to a display board. His thick cock, still unmoving and completely sheathed inside her stretched vagina, pinned her against the bed and despite her efforts, Maryanne couldn't move beneath him. She pulled at his dark buttocks frantically, trying to spur him on. She wanted it alright. She really wanted it. "Well, do you want it or not?" George repeated, still immobile inside her. "Oh God YES" Maryanne moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your big black cock so he can watch me cum!"

George pulled his lengthy cock all the way out of Maryanne's pussy causing her labias to close with an audible "pop." As he lifted as if to leave her, my wife reached between them and grabbed his stiff rod in both hands. "Please" she whispered, hotter than I'd ever seen her. "please stcik it back in!" She pulled his big dick back to her gaping labias and lifted herself up at the waist. She rotated her hips and corkscrewed her vagina up the length of his sizable rod until she had him back inside her again. This time when she whispered. "Fuck me, George. Fuck me!", he did.

Like a matador spearing a sacrifical bull, he penetrated her eager vagina and buried his black dick all the way to the balls. As Maryanne arched up beneath him, opening her thighs to their fullest and raking his back with her nails, we all knew she was already cumming. "Cum, baby. Cum!" George urged, sliding his big dick in and out of her pussy with firm, deeply penetrating thrusts to enhance her orgasm and make her even hotter. "She loves it!" he said to Gracie, watching her jerk on my dick and watching me shoot a geyser of semen into the air, all over Gracie's hand and her legs. "He loves it, too!" Gracie giggled as she licked my juices off her fingers and watched George really start putting it to Maryanne.

It was like a dream, watching his thick black cock pistoning in and out of Maryanne's glistening pink hole. She looked so white and sexy with his big black ass hammering up and down between her legs, and those little grunting sounds she made when he got it all the way in drove me crazy. When my wife started orgasming again and again, my dick got so hard Gracie grabbed it and fingering her own pussy as she did so, she started jerking me like she did before. Of course, I didn't want anymore of that then. Watching George's black dick driving my wife into heretofore unseen pinnacles of delight made me want to fuck her too. I grabbed Gracie's arm and laid her down beside Maryanne. Maryanne was cumming so frequently I dodn't think she even noticed. I spread Gracie's legs and started fucking her as I watched George take Maryanne to those places only a vriile, well hung blackman can take her. It was magnificent! Best sex I ever had.

We all share the same house now and the fucking is pretty much non-stop. George and I are fucking both our wives whenever the urge takes us and they are dutiful little wives to us both. Its like we're all four married if that makes sense. Its like being Mormans except we watch one another as often as we do it ourselves. I can't think of a better way to live. I get to fuck two beautiful sexy white women whenever I want and I get watch George put his black dick in both of them too. I think George and I really are twins - at least sexually. And our house is filled with love too. We both love both women and both women love both of us. Talk about cups running over.

And we knew it the first time we chattted on the net. Fate? Destiny? Whatever you call it, me and George are the luckiest two guys on the planet!

We had some business to take care of out of town and like always I contacted several black studs( 4 ) for her to play with while we were there.We'd be in town about a week and planed on getting with the guys the first 2 days. Rob was just coming out of her safe period so we were fine the first day and a minimal risk the 2nd. a monday and tuesday. From the start things didn't go smoothly and we didn't even get there until late tuesday evening.

Normally you can count on at least a couple of the guys being no shows. We'd never met with any of them before and honestly I'd figured only a couple would follow through. When we checked in to our room there was messages from each one. Not wanting to let the guys down and Robin was very excited about playing with them we moved everything over a day, " its just a day or 2 " she told me "shouldn't be a big deal" she seemed so sure she'd still be safe I just went along without another thought. When one of the guys (Mike) really wanted to meet her that same night so we invited him over.

I'd contacted all the guys through a yahoo black breeders club. All were young and very dark and claimed to be well hung. I also knew that each one was very serious about knocking up my wife, it was their turn on and of course a huge turn on for us too. No condoms, no birth control, just deep black sexing of my wife with black studs bent on blowing her tummy up with a baby. We normally do it this way and its always worked out great.

Mike showed up about midnight. A real tall very black young guy who had Robin swooning almost as soon as he walked in the door. Robin had dolled up for him and as they met he kissed her deeply and i saw her knee's buckle slightly. In no time he had her on the bed and his very impressive cock in her mouth. By 12:30 he had mounted my wife and began working his rigid pole inside her. Rob went off like rockets while he fucked her and he kept working more and more of his dick deeper inside her. His cock looked a very rock hard solid 9 inches with a extra large pear shaped head. As I watched he hit bottom in my wife and there were still a couple inches outside her stuffed pussy lips. He kept sinking it to her hitting bottom and my wife kept cumming, moaning and screaming. Then he gave a hard shove with his hips and Rob yelped like she'd been shot but he slid all the way to his heavy nutsack in my wife and held it there. Robin's yelps turned into heavy moans and groans as he began slightly pulling out then back in. it was more loving then brute force and as she began to cum again he turned his head and looked at me and said " Here it comes". Several quick thrusts then he stuck her deep and started to groan. His whole body shivered as he fired off inside my wife. Robin was pulling and scratching at his ass like she wanted his balls inside her too. They stayed locked together like this for several minutes kissing and groping till his cock deflated and began to come out of her with a wet plop. As he dressed he told my wife he wanted to come back on thursday, and she said "What time?"

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