This is where you can tell everyone about your own true experiences of Interracial Lust. Or about your desires. Perhaps you would like to see your lady in the arms of a big black stud but need some help in coaxing her.



MY CONSERVATIVE WIFE?


I've been in the Navy for several years now, almost 10 to be exact. I met my wife, Beth, about 3 years ago when I was on recruiting duty in Idaho. She was a small town girl for sure…for those of you who know small town girls, they don't always have a lot of experience but do hold their own in the bedroom. I think she was a little shocked by the diversity she saw when we transferred to Norfolk, VA for sea duty. We had a pretty good marriage (so I thought) and were getting pretty close to transferring again when the ship had to deploy at the last minute. I had to go and await my relief with plans to transfer as soon as I got back. As usual, the ship left a small stay behind detachment to help out with things at home.

About halfway through the deployment, a relief arrived for me rather unexpectedly and I was able to head home early. I thought it would make a good surprise for Beth so I didn't bother to call.

When I got home after nearly 2 days in airports I was surprised to find that Beth was not there. After snooping around a bit I managed to find an answering machine message from a friend of mine's wife (also from the ship) asking her to meet at a club later that evening. Checking the clock, she should have already been there. Getting ready to go meet her I made a 'head' call before leaving. I don't know what it was exactly but I noticed something wrapped in the garbage by the toilet. It was a condom! It was almost like getting punched in the balls and I felt really a bit hurt. But as I thought about it I found myself more than a little interested, but a little aroused. I decided I would still go and see her at the club, but that I might watch and see what was going on. Before I left I made sure to remove any evidence of me being home yet…I didn't want to spoil the surprise.

When I got to the club, "The Jungle", I noticed it was very busy and pretty loud. It was very busy inside which I thought would be a blessing for observation. After prowling around I managed to find my wife with Trudy, her friend. They were near the dance floor and within a few moments I saw them approached and asked to dance by a couple of guys. I was a little surprised though, both guys were black and I know Beth was a little wary normally about being near black guys. I watched for a while as they continued to dance, mostly with the same to guys. Several drinks were had and the dancing had gone from casual to something more; they were grinding the way you shouldn't see a married woman grind.

I managed to get near the two guys when they went to the bathroom and listened to what they were saying. One guy new Trudy and said she was a lot of fun and a sure thing, a shock to me. The other guy was saying he thought Beth was hot and wanted to get her out of there to take his shot. The guy with Trudy said he should, that he was pretty sure she would go for it. They agreed to try to get the girls to leave.

I managed to get past the table in time to see them getting ready to go. The girls were gathering their stuff and had obviously agreed to go. Out in the parking lot, there was some discussion and then some kissing as they all started to get into Beth's car. They said they would go to Beth's (our) house for a few drinks. I could see Trudy and her boy in the back seat starting to make out pretty heavily as Beth and her boy got in. I quickly pulled out of the lot so that I could hopefully beat them back home.

At the house I managed to get in and close the garage door just in time to hear them pulling in and the garage door opening. I hoped she didn't notice my car was warm. After they pulled in I could hear their giggling from the laundry room before they came in. Peeking through the door I noticed that Beth's shirt was open when they came in and Trudy was also obviously flushed.

They told the guys to go into the living room while they stayed in the kitchen to get some drinks. While they mixed margaritas, they were talking and giggling. I heard Beth tell Trudy that she should not do anything. Trudy asked why as she knows Beth had messed around with that one guy last weekend. Beth said "I know, but I didn't really mean for that to happen and I wasn't so close to my fertile time. Besides, that guy was white. I've never even kissed a black guy before tonight." Trudy reassured her. "Don't worry; you will have a great time. You know you think he's hot. And besides, you know you have condoms. It'll be fine." Beth finally agreed. "He is so hot and I could tell when we were dancing he is kind of big, I hope the condoms fit." Before giggling and leaving with the drinks.

There was a little talk in the living room as I snuck into the kitchen and watched through a crack in the door. After just a few moments it got quiet and I cracked the door a little more to see that they were all kissing and touching each other. I felt like I should be stopping things but then I didn't. The petting was getting pretty heavy with Trudy having her shirt and bra already off, her guy sucking her tits and his hand somewhere up her skirt. I moved to the dining room where I had a better view of Beth. Her shirt and bra were both open and her skirt was slowly getting pushed up as the guy was rubbing her legs. His dark skin really stood out against hers, being so pale. I had a good view as he arrived at her crotch and without breaking their kiss managed to slip inside the elastic of her panties. She stiffened as his finger arched then disappeared into her. She quickly relaxed as he continued to finger her and really surprised me when she reached down and actually pulled her panties aside. I noticed immediately that not only was his finger in her but that she had shaved all of her red pussy hair. Her hands meanwhile had managed to free his cock which to her earlier suspicions was pretty good size. It looked to me to be nearly the size of a paper towel tube but much darker, and in her rubbing hands looked much harder. Still shocking me further she got up and knelt in front of him starting lo lick and suck his cock. She did this for me sometimes but only when I asked and never with this much enthusiasm. Needless to say, she could not take very much of it in her mouth no matter how much she tried, I did see her gag a couple of times. Finally he stopped her, telling her "I've got to have you". She stood up and told him she was going to get a condom. He told her he didn't really like them to which she said "I've got to have them right now, I'm not on anything. She took his hand that had been fingering her, licked the intruding finger and continued "and, I am a bit fertile it seems." He smiled, stood, picked her up and asked where the condoms are. "In the bedroom nightstand" she replied.

Trudy and her boy had meanwhile gotten up and moved into the guest room and I could hear them going at it in the background.

After Beth and Ty had left the living room I snuck through and followed them up the steps. I was able to get into the bathroom where I could see into our bedroom. He had set her upon the bed and she had resumed pumping his cock as he kissed her and fingered her. He got up on the bed between her knees while she kept pumping his cock. She reminded him "You need a condom from the drawer." To which he said "Baby, you know I told you I don't like them. I'll pull it out before I cum okay?" She was still pumping his cock, paused and rubbed a finger around the head. I saw her lean in and lick the head where her finger had just been while looking at his face. When her tongue came away there seemed a small stringer, I'm not sure if it was saliva or pre-cum, which she quickly lapped up before recovering his head in her mouth. Then she lay back down and asked "You'll pull out? You promise?" He told her "Sure baby." Then she seemed to pull the head of his cock to her with him cracking a smile at that gesture.

She stiffened again as his cock obviously started to enter her and she was moaning telling him it was too big. After a while he seemed to have worked it all into her. "I've never been so full" she told him. He asked her if her husband was smaller to which she told him "much". He made her confess she'd never been with a black man before. He seemed to like her answers as he started to work his cock in and out of her again, slowly giving her larger strokes each time. She came the first time after just a few moments of his ministrations. He kept driving her for a long time making her tell him "she loved his big black cock in her pussy," which made her cum yet again. After she came yet a third time I noticed him tensing some. Beth was watching his face too…she asked if he was close. He told her he was, that he was going to cum. "Baby," he said "I am going to cum soon." She tried to tell him he had to pull out but every time before she could insist he would drive all the way in, knocking some of her air out I think, and roll his hips making her gasp in pleasure. Again he slowed and told her "Baby, I am going to cum all up inside you." This time she responded…but not with words. She began thrusting her hips back at him, rolling them to take him all into her. He pushed back hard and groaned as he started to shoot into my wife. She must have felt it as she began cumming with him like I'd never seen her cum. After they were finished cumming they were still cuddling with him inside her, he stayed there until they fell asleep.

I snuck back downstairs for a bit to listen in on Trudy and her guy. They had obviously finished and were chatting. I am not sure how it come up but Trudy told him that she knew Beth would go for it even though she had been nervous. He asked her why and she told him about the conversation in the kitchen. How Beth had never been with a black guy, and how she wasn't on anything and condoms would be their only birth control. How Beth had thought she might be close to her fertile time. He laughed and said he wondered how it went then as He knew Ty never had a woman with a bag. He told Trudy that he usually told women that were concerned he would pull out, but almost never did. Trudy said Wow and confessed she thought that was a little hot. "Hold on," Trudy told him "I'm going to peak in on her." I barely made it to the kitchen as she went through the living room and upstairs to the bedroom. When she came back down I managed to eaves drop again. "O my god" she said. "You are right he got her bare and I think he didn't pull out. They are still sleeping with him inside her." They were starting to become a little more active, and kissing and more. Last thing I heard him ask her was if she liked risky things. To which she said she did. He told her he would stay the weekend if she would skip her pill in the morning…she giggled, agreed and went back to making love with him.

I went back upstairs and managed to hide in my closet, actually in the bedroom, before they awoke again. They started to talk and kiss more. She told him "you should have pulled out, I'm fertile right now." To which he told her it was obvious that she loved it. She did confess she loved feeling it and that it really got her hot. They started to make out even more with her finally going down on him as he lay back on the bed. She stopped and got up over his cock, holding it straight up. Looking down at him she asked if that's what he wanted. He said "He did". She told him if she took him all the way in he would promise to fuck her good and cum all the way up inside her again. He grabbed her hip without answer and pulled her fully down on him. She came almost immediately. They slowly fucked while whispering…she told him he should stay all weekend. After awhile, she had come 3 times more he pumped her full again. As they slept this time I managed to sneak out, getting a room at a nearby hotel for a few days. I watched the house closely all weekend and managed to see them together a couple more times as well as Trudy.

On Sunday as I listened to Trudy and Beth talking in the kitchen they were gossiping about the weekend. Trudy told Beth she knew she was fucking Ty bare and asked about that. Beth said "I thought he was going to pull out the first time you know. He didn't want to use a condom and I really wanted to feel it so I agreed when he promised to pull out. At the last minute, he told me he was going to cum in me and I was so hot I really wanted to feel it so I let him. I don't know what it was but it really got me off, I never came like that before. After that I found the risk of him in me bare and coming a little arousing, it made me cum really hard." Trudy said "You are such a slut. How many times did you let him cum in you this weekend?" Beth said she wasn't sure but it was at least 5. "Are you really fertile now?" Beth said she probably was and showed her the little calendar in the kitchen. "The red days are days I have to be really careful. Friday and Saturday were definitely yellow days and today is a red day." Trudy asked Beth if she was going to let Ty make her pregnant. To which Beth responded he probably already had. I knew you were taking that risk after that first night so Joseph made me throw away my BC pills and I did."

I went back to my hotel room after listening to them and made a phone call to tell Beth I would be home early, on Monday morning. I went back to the house later in the evening and again found they were out. Taking the opportunity to hide upstairs I decided to wait until she got home again. I wasn't to be disappointed. After about an hour, I heard a car pull up. Beth came into the bedroom with Trudy who started to help her undress. Trudy put something into the bathroom on the counter then told Beth, I put your pill on the counter; remember you have to take it tomorrow morning to prevent from getting pregnant. Beth, now naked helped Trudy get undressed. The naked girls touched and caressed each other a bit before moving to the bed. Trudy went to the door and announced "We are ready." Moments later four black guys (including Ty and Joseph) came into the room, already undressed. They moved to the girls, one on each side and started to touch and kiss them. The girls were reciprocating the best they could, rubbing a cock in each hand and sucking between the two. Ty finally lay Beth back and let her suck his cock while another guy got between her legs, he was not as big as Ty but still bigger than me. "Baby," he said, "this is Jenks, my Brother. He hasn't had any pussy all week and his balls are full. Do you want him to fuck you?" She managed to tell him yes with her mouth full. He worked his cock into her very wet and still tight pussy and proceeded to fuck her for about 10 minutes before asking her where she wanted it. Beth stopped sucking Ty, looking Jenks in the eyes and said "Cum inside me, I want it in me". He followed directions and did as he was told. I was a little surprised, Trudy still had not fucked anyone but directed the guy she was blowing to take Jenks' place. Trudy then kissed Beth and told her "this is James, he's ready for you." James slid his long black cock into Beth and began fucking her deep. He went only about 5 min before cumming deep in her. Joseph who was eating Trudy got up to replace him. "Beth," he said, "you ready for my cum". Please she said fuck it into me. Fuck all that cum into me. Trudy was now sucking Ty as her boy Joseph proceeded to fuck my wife, pumping her full as well. Lastly, Ty took his place in the line and fucked Beth, coming inside her as well and keeping his cock in her as the other guys began to leave. After he got up Beth was cuddling with Trudy as Ty got ready to leave. I noticed he asked Trudy where 'it' was and she motioned to the bathroom. He smiled, reached into the counter and took the pill that Trudy had put there. After they had gone to sleep I managed to sneak out to my hotel.

I returned the next morning as I planned and found both Trudy and Beth in the house. Beth told me that Trudy had come over to visit and was helping her clean up.

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OBSESSED BY BLACK MAGIC (Part 8)


Connie's Fourth Part

As Eric has told you earlier the trip to London was one big disappointment to me. So when we a half year later went to Florenze in Italy for an Easter holiday I didn't expect anything at all concerning my first black sex experience. But the things developed in a quite different way to me.

The master waitress at the hotel paid attention to me and Eric right from the beginning. She was polite and sweet when she served our lunch. When I came back to the table after having visited the toilet, I remarked that she and Eric was putting their heads together as they were making any kind of plans. As I sat down she made an arch smile and asked if I was satisfied with our room. "Funny thing you say," I remarked, "Is it normal with three big mirrors on the walls, one on each wall around the big double bed. It's like we are watching ourselves all the time."

"Special room for special guests, it's only the fantasy which marks your limits, I would mean," she said. "See you later, then you can have your explanation, if you can't figure it out yourself, then she walked away to another table. "Who knows", Eric said, "maybe she will bring us more surprises during the day." I then understood that they had made some plans.

Later on the afternoon she came up to me, as I was having a drink in the bar. Eric was out to by some wine and beers for our hotelroom, so I was alone when she came up to me. She told me that she has finised her job for the day and she wanted to relax a little before she went home, and she asked if it was ok to to sit down at my table. She introduced herself as Anna Elisabeth, not married and without any children. I soon realised that she was a very special kind of person, optimistic and in good mood and with a lot of personal magnetism, and soon she had won my confidence. After two more drinks she looked me directly in my eyes and said with a voice sounding so intense that I had the most beautiful man I could get. Before I could react, because I was so amazed she could say that, because she hardly knew any of us, she told me she knew my secret. "Connie I know you are looking for your first sexual black experience, and I'm sitting here to help you."

Eric and Anna Elisabeth had without my knowledge corresponded for more than a month about my fantasy. Two years ago she has had an ad. on the net, looking for black men to fullfill her needs. Since then she has been close to the black invironment in the city.

I didn't know what to say. Eric had gone behind my back and he wasn't here now. In stead of him I sat together with an italian woman, who I did not know anything at all about two hours earlier. But I wasn't angry at Eric and I liked Anna Elisabeth's company. Suddenly I got dizzy and I thought I could hear thunder in my ears. My mind changed completely: Out from the dimness in my brain I realised that at this special moment the real thing about my first black experience just was about to start.

She told me she has prepared my arriving carefully and that I could have my first black man as soon I was ready and prepared for him. "He allready knows you are here and is just waiting for you". His name is Tom, she told me, charming, well educated and with a big thing beetween his legs every woman would be proud of to serve, believe me. And his speciallity is to take hands of innocent white female persons and handle them with care as they get initated to our lifestyle. Don't worry Connie he is the best black man you can have. I will call him now if you are ready.

With my belly filled up with butterflies and the thunder still roaring in my ears, not to mention that I wasn't able to stand up on my feet, flashes from my fantasy went into my brain, and I could hear myself whisper that I was ready but this surprise was hard to handle at at this very moment.

As Anna Elisabeth dialed a number on her phone she smiled to me and said that all white female, who have joined the black experience lifestyle have started with a trembling mind, but the relaxion just after their first black dick was so much bigger, likewise the following intercourses, they would be such an incredible pleasure to experience. "Hi Tom, yes she is here and she is ready for you. She just needs time to talk with her husband, and then she she is going to prepare herself for your meeting. I think two hours time will do it for her."

Anna Elisabeth left me 10 minutes later and I went to my hotel room, where Eric arrived a little while after. He gave me a big hug, just what I needed at that moment. He asked me to forgive his and Anna Elisabets plot against me, and sure I did that. Anyway it was the most strange feeling I've ever had, this time my date with a black man would be real, but I havn't seen or talked with him yet. I agreed just upon Anna Elisabeth's recommondation, this new female friend, I didn't even knew existed six hours ago. But I felt a lot of excitement, and I felt who was taking place in my minds driving seat, the new nasty and slutty me was gradually coming back to life again.

This was the ultimate point of no return, no more correctly: I have just passed the point of no return, in less than two hours I would be together with a black man, a real stud, who should introduce me to the black experience and fuck the brain out of me, if he kept what he promised, and he sure would. Me and Eric's relationship should from now on change definitive, hopefully for the better, but properly he has to get used to see me in the arms of black men.

I took a long shower and then prepared myself for the meeting with Tom. The question was what kind of look I should choose to present myself with to this stranger. In a way I was eager to show Tom that I could have the nasty look, which I've prepared just for him, on the other way I didn't want to make a fool of my self, presenting me like that to a total stranger. No he had to deserve it before I would do that. I chose the look of the normal me which meant a conservative clothing.

"You look great", I heard my husband say. "From now on I think your traumatic past will be buried. Say hello to a new and happier Connie, who'll worship her husband even more." That was the best thing he ever could have said to me. Any doubt left was finally gone, now I would concentrate upon what this black man Tom could offer me.

I finally took a decision, I asked Eric to let me be alone with Tom this very first time if we felt we could trust the man. I felt that I could handle my uncertainty best being alone with Tom. As soon as I was ready I would call my husband so he could watch his wife please and being pleased by a hung black stud.

The telephone rang. It was Anna Elisabeth, who said that she and Tom was down in the bar, wainting for us to join them. Eric smiled to me, "Now it's time, you can have him alone this time. Anna Elisabeth and I will be waiting for you."

And that was a very good company for my husband. He didn't say that but I could read his mind. I think that thought made me even more hooked upon what should happen now between Tom and me.

More to come.

heer48@hotmail.com

DEFENCE INCENTIVE


It was late on a Friday evening during the fall of the year when I got a call on the phone. It was my favorite fuckbuddy Coach calling. He said he needed my help. Seems it was half time of a particular big game and he was trying to give his star defensive back an incentive to step up and play big. Coach told me he was going to tell the player he'd get him some white pussy if he'd get off his ass and start stopping the other team. I told him I didnt know about that but he assured me that the player was 18 and that there was also a hundred dollars in it for me if it worked. I hadnt had a lot of cock in the last week so I agreed. Before he got off the phone Coach added"Jill, you'll like him. He's a pretty big dude."

Well I listened to the rest of the game on the local radio and wasnt surprised to hear that the defense seemed to have "new life" after half time and had one the game handily. About an hour after the game I got another call from Coach. He simply said "strip it down baby, we're on our way". Seeing headlights in the driveway, I made my way to the door. I was totally nude except for the ribbon holding my pony tail up. As I heard them step up onto the porch I turned on the light and opened the door wide. Coach just stood there and smiled, while his star player stared wide eyed. He looked me up and down as I stood there with my hands on my hips, the cool night air making my nipples hard as rocks.

He just looked at Coach and said "Fuck, Coach is she really for me?" I reached out and took him by the hand and lead him into the living room. Now Coach had said he was a big guy and there he stood about 6'5" tall and about 250#. I told him to have a seat on the couch, which he did. I then reached out and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his smooth muscled chest and broad shoulders. He acted a bit nervous. So I sat straddled of his lap and pulled hands up and put them on my breasts. I could hear him breathing a little faster. He hadn't stopped smiling since I opened the door.

While he was squeezing my tits and taking a suck or two on each I relaxed a bit and sat full down on his lap. I started rubbing my ass into his pants and was quickly greated with a sizable bulge growing under me. I soon slid off his lap and onto my knees in front of him and started unzipping his pants. I then found out exactly what Coach meant by "big". His cock was enormous. It practically fell out of his pants when I pulled them down. I held the base of it with both hands and there had to be six more inches standing up and it was nearly as thick as my arm. I looked over at coach and he just said "show him what a good cock sucker you are" and with that I started licking and stroking his cock. I had a pretty hard time stretching my lips over the head of his huge black dick.

The more I licked and sucked the more I became aware that my cunt juices were already running down my legs. I soon stood up and asked him if he was ready for some "white pussy" and he just laughed and said "hell fucking yes". I turned around and bent my ass toward him reaching between my legs and taking hold of his huge shaft I started rubbing his big head against my dripping pussy. When I was sure there was no way I could get any wetter I eased my weight down and started taking his huge schlong inside me. To my surprise there was little to no pain, only electric like pulses of pleasure as he stretched me wide open. Im not sure how long it took but I finally worked all that massive cock inside me. I then leaned back against him and began grinding my hips and working my pussy on that monster shaft. He simply reached around me and started squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. I must have been having one orgasm after another because I wasnt even aware that Coach had stripped off his clothes and walked up in front of me. When I opened my eyes he was taking my shoulders and pulling me forward. As I leaned up still working the dick in my pussy I opened my mouth and greedily sucked him like a starving whore.

After I dont know how long, I felt the cock in my cunt begin to swell and jerk and I knew that he was about to cum. This made me jack and suck Coach's cock with even more fervor. Just as I felt the cock inside me begin to jet stream after stream, Coach pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jacking his load into my face and onto my throat and chest.( he has always loved seeing his load on a womans face) Well I reached out and held onto his hips steadying myself as I regained my wits and senses. Coach reached out and took me under the arms and lifted me up off his star players cock and layed me on the other end of the couch. He then looked at his player and said"well what did you think". He just looked over at me and said "damn coach, if we win next week can I have her again?" Coach just laughed and said "get dressed boy, your momma's gonna be worried about you if I don't get you home soon".

I stood in the doorway as they walked to the car, cum shining on my face and chest and running down my thighs. Once again well fucked and this time a hundred bucks to the good to boot. I just thought "it doesnt get any better than this".

dirtyjill4blacks@aol.com

GREAT ENCORE TO THE CONCERT


My wife has had black cock a few times but I have only gotten to watch her twice (hopefully a lot more soon). Her first experience with black was a boyfriend when she was a teenager. I didn't know her then. My first experience with black was after we were married. She didn't know at the time but I was in an adult bookstore one night and had the pleasure of sucking off my first black cock. It was like velvet in my mouth and the cum was so exquisite tasting. I see why women crave black cock. I have told my wife about this experience about a year or so ago. Our desire is to find a black male so that we can share his cock and cum but back to the story.

The first black cock I saw her take was one of her co-workers. She said one night that he was interested (they kissed) and what did I think about it. WHAT DID I THINK ABOUT IT??? I told her she should have sucked him off. She arranged a threesome with him and I at a local motel. It was a nice time and when we he left I buried my tongue in her freshly filled hole. She had sex with him alone a few more times after that but they both now work at different places and she hasn't seen him for awhile. I do miss when she would come home freshly filled or just to be in her after him even if he didn't cum in her. Her pussy just tastes and feels so much better after being "blacked".

The second experience with a black man was at a strip club one night. She and some female friends watched a male revue one night and after the show when the male patrons were allowed back in there was a black man who was interested in my wife. She came home and told me about it and I had her call him and she went back and met with him that night. She got home very late and I missed having her then but the next night was great. He stretched her good :) I believe that was the only time she met with him :(

I will get into the next two black experiences shortly but some filling in is needed here. We have been swinging for about 15 years. I have watched her suck a lot of cock :) but just lately things have gone into high gear on seeking black cock. For the last several months I've been downloading a lot of interracial porn on these sites and telling her I wanted her to get some black cock. She would call me "obsessed" and act uninterested. Then one night I bought a DVD at the local bookstore called "Interracial Gangbang" and another 24 hour DVD called "Never Ending Interracial" (I recommend both). I popped the IR gangbang DVD in the computer and she came over and sat down in her computer chair beside mine and watched the movie with interest. She NEVER sat down and watched any of the stuff I downloaded but I made sure to view a lot of it when she was around. After the IR gangbang movie (about a month ago) she seemed to become very interested. I told the guy at the store that I wanted to give the wife some ideas but I had no idea how quickly and easily this would be done. A few days later she suggested a site called "Dark Cavern". I had heard of it before but didn't let her know. We went and looked at it and it was a pay site. I asked her if we should get an account and she said yes :) There are not a lot of black males advertised there in our area so I figured we'd keep it a month then cancel. About this time she met a local black man on alt. She has only had sex with him once but says he will definately call her again. She came home that night and we had great sex even though he didn't cum in her.

The fourth experience I got to be there and record! We were going to the Elton John concert in Pittsburgh and planning to stay the weekend and get the wife laid, preferably with black cock. Several days before the concert I saw that a charge had hit my bank account. Oh no, I forgot to cancel that subscription at DC. Oh well. A day or so before the concert, the wife hits that site and emails a Pittsburgh guy advertised there. I watched as they instant messaged and they traded phone numbers within minutes. When we got to Pittsburgh and in the motel room she called and tried to contact a few guys (white) that she had lined up as possibilities for a gangbang. None could make it (only 1 was even from Pittsburgh). Would have been a bummer but it fit right in with my plan for her to ONLY have sex with black men ;)

Anyway, she called Darren when we got to the room. She said she would call him when the concert was over. She called him after and he was there in about half an hour. He came to the room and after a brief introduction he took off his pants and laid on the bed (I liked that. He knew what he wanted). Tammy laid down beside him and started playing with his cock. It wasn't long til she moved between his legs and took him in her mouth. I could tell she was enjoying herself. After several minutes he kneeled on the bed and pulled her head to his crotch. She eagerly sucked him and licked his balls. She later told me that her eyes were tearing up from him forcing in her throat so hard (we both loved that). Then he took her doggie style. I watched my wife get on her knees and bend forward in anticipation of his cock. I watched him kneel behind her and in one thrust he was balls deep and she let out a wonderful moan. I have never seen my wife pump like that! It was beautiful to watch her thrusting her hips back to take him in deeper and harder. I heard him moan and knew he was cumming in her. I heard her cum and moan out "oh god,yes". I knew she was feeling his cum spill in her. After we talked awhile he had to leave (work in morning) and then came my turn :) I laid between her legs and lapped her up like a hungry puppy. mmmmm, she tasted sooo good. I moved up to kiss her so she could taste him too. Then I put my cock in and felt her stretched, soaked pussy surround it. It was like cumming in the air she was so loose but it only took about a minute. A couple days later we had sex and she still felt so good inside but a little tighter. I lasted longer than usual and told her how good she felt after getting laid by black men.

Anyway, it was such a great time. We recommend Darren from Pittsburgh. His ad is from 6/9/6 I believe.

I have told her it's up to her but I would prefer that she quit doing white guys anymore. My fantasy is to take her to a black bar and the patrons would line up on her on the pool table or the bar.

Moral of the story...Don't cancel the DarkCavern.com subscription :)

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ANNIE - SAY IT AIN'T SO


As swingers, Annie and me are perfectly suited. She loves giving it up to strangers, especially blacks. And, I love watching her get it, especially from blacks. We've had more 3-ways with black guys than you can shake a stick at.

However, the last couple years, I've had the feeling that she might be screwing black guys on her, when I'm not around. So I decided to check up on her. I didn't want to follow her or hire a detective to follow her, but I did want to know, so I decided to tempt her - to dangle a virle, white pussy loving blackman right in front of her face and see if she would take the bait...if she would fuck him without me knowing anything about it...and, even worse, without telling me about it.

Now Annie and I had rules about locals and we always partied out of town, but I knew a local who would be perfect for the job. Someone who would show his appreciation for getting a shot at a fine sexy white woman like my wife. I told my golf buddy Carl (one of my bosses at work) about my spousal suspicions and asked him if he would help me find out for sure about Annie. I'd seen Carl eyeballing Annie at company parties for years so I knew he liked the way she looked...that he wanted to fuck her if he ever got the chance. So, I graciously gave him the chance...asked him, even.

After some polite, tenacious resistance, he finally let me talk him into taking a run at my wife when I wouldn't be at home to interrupt them. And since Carl had picked me up for golf several times in the past, when I told Annie he was coming by on Saturday, she didn't bat an eye. Her and carl had spoken but weren't very well acquainted. She knew him on sight and knew he was a co-worker and golfing buddy of mine, but they had never been alone together. If she was attracted to him like he was to her, she'd never mentioned it to me, but, Carl was black and she liked black guys alot. Carl was the perfect guy to help me check up on her.

I pretended to go by the office Saturday morning, promising I'd be back in time for golf. Instead, I hid out in the bedroom closet and listened to my I-pod while I waited to see if my suspicions were true. About an hour after golf time with Carl, I called Annie on my cell, explaining the crisis and apologizing for standing Carl up. She said he was disappointed but figured I got held up. She said he left a few minutes before my call. I told her I'd be a couple more hours at least and rang off, holding my breath. If he had indeed already gone, all was for nothing. But, if he was still in the house, I knew where they would be going next. I adjusted the loose slats so I had a clear view of the whole bedroom and I waited.

I heard Annie's laugh first...followed almost immediately by Carl's deep voice. I don't know what he said but hearing his voice gave me a hard-on. If he was still there, she was going give him some pussy for sure... if she hadn't already. Either way, now that the coast was clear and I wouldn't be coming home, she was bringing him upstairs to the comfort of our big king sized bed. And, that could only mean one thing. I was already fondling myself when they entered the bedroom.

With the skill of an experienced adulterer, Carl asked Annie if she was sure I wouldn't be coming home for awhile. She told him not to worry that I would be tied up for hours. "Thats too bad," Carl said, feeling Annie's ample ass thru her robe. "He's missing something real good." Annie told him to behave...that she needed to freshen up. As she wiggled off to the water closet, she paused at the door, lifting her robe the back, briefly exposing the soft, rounded cheeks of her naked white ass as she disappeared thru the door, closing it behind her.

Then the strangest thing happened. Carl whipped out a cell phone and called you know who. I had my phone in the closet with me so I tried to answer it pressed between the winter coats and stuff in the rear of the closet so he wouldn't hear the ring. I timed it pretty good cutting off the ring before it hardly started. As I whispered "What's up?" into my phone, I thought for sure I was gonna get away with it, but Carl asked me what I was doing in the damn closet. I told him I liked watching and, I'd never seen Annie screwing without her knowing I was watching... I figured if she wanted to give you some pussy without me knowing, I had every right to watch without her knowing. He said he didn't mind me watching but insisted that I shoulda told him. I told him I'd leave if he liked...that I meant no harm. He told me to stay...that he kind of liked the idea of fucking Annie with me watching him do it and her not even knowing I was there at all. He made me agree not to reveal myself no matter what they did or how much Annie liked it. Then he rang off, tossing his cell in a chair as the bathroom door opened and my Annie came out in a see thru teddy that would have made buddhist monk's dick hard. She was at her sexy best and there was no doubt she was gonna do the pole dance with Carl.

It hurt me in a way. The same as I shoulda told Carl, Annie shoulda told me. But the hurt couldn't hold a candle to the sexual excitement and delightful titillation I felt seeing her in that doorway, as sexy and beautiful as the day we married. The scimpy lingerie did little to hide her generous 34c breasts or that same magnetic ass she bared as she went in. She looked finger licking good, as the saying goes. \tab Carl thought so, too. He said if his wife looked as good as Annie, he'd never leave the house. Annie laughed, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Rumor has it blackmen can't get enough" she giggled. Carl told her that rumor was true, as he dropped his pants, exposing a large black cock that was growing even larger as he pushed my wife to her knees in front of him.

He rubbed his black cock in her face, bouncing it against her mouth and chin. "Rumor has it married white women love to suck black dick" he snickered, pushing his dark rod against Annie's closed lips. She pulled back, licking the head and along the sides of the shaft. "That rumor's true, too, Carl" she moaned as she wrapped her lips around his rigid black cock and started sucking it like it was a popsicle...a big, yummy, chocolate popsicle.

His big cock was several inches longer than my 6"er, and considerably thicker, too. Annie told me it was so hard, it felt like stone. Anyway, I've seen Annie suck black dick lots of times, but with Carl that afternoon she seemed especially enthusiastic, taking more than half of lengthy cock into her mouth again and again like she couldn't get enough. She got so into it, she gagged a couple times, choking in her oral eagerness.

When Carl asked Annie if she ever sucked a black cock before, images of her with other black dicks in her mouth flashed inside my head like a slideshow. I was jacking off a mile a minute in the closet, remembering other guys and watching her go down Carl at the same time. I wanted him to mount her so bad my nuts ached. Annie paused long enough to ask Carl if HE thought she ever sucked a black dick before, then she started face fucking herself with his thick cock again. I never saw her so orally energetic. It was more than just giving Carl some head, She was sucking his dick. Sucking it like she sucks mine when she wants me to cum in her mouth. She was blowing him...trying to suck him off. She wanted him to cum in her mouth.

But Carl was having none of that. "Do you suck his...your husbnand's cock like you're sucking mine...as good as you're sucking mine?" he asked, pushing her back to avoid ejaculating. She took a long leisurely look at his rockhard cock as she raised up off of it. "No," she replied, "His cock isn't black. I only suck black cocks like that." Then she asked him why they stopped. "You better not let him see you sucking black dick like that, he'll shit a brick" Carl grinned, glancing at the closet where he knew I was masturbating and watching their every move.

When my wife tried to go back down on him, he told her he liked getting his dick sucked but not as much as getting some more of that sweet, white pussy of hers. \i Some more...\i0 he said. So, he did fuck her downstairs before I called....I sorta knew it anyway. I mean, I wanted to think she fucked him downstairs. I liked thinking about that and visualizing it in my head...imagining what I knew happened but didn't get to see. She asked Carl why blackmen liked white pussy so much. "Forbidden fruit," he leered, pushing her down on the bed. As he raised up over her, aiming his thick cock at the hairy triangle between her legs, Annie arched her creamy thighs wider, anticipating his entry, wet with excitement and anxious to have Carl's big, black dick in her married white pussy.

"Wonder what Kevin would say if he knew I was in his bed with my dick in his wife?," Carl asked my wife, as he buried his black dick in her pussy all the way to the balls. She rotated her pelvis, catching his rhythm and lifting to meet his hurried thrusts. "He'd say: 'Fuck'er, Carl. Get that white pussy!'" Annie giggled, saying I liked watching her with other guys and would like watching her with him too. 'What if he was watching us right now?" Carl said. Annie, on the verge of an orgasm, grabbed the muscled cheeks of thrusting buttocks, urging Carl to fuck her harder, to make her cum her like he did before.

I tried to hold it, to wait and cum with Carl when he did, but her reference to cumming like she did before sent me over the top. With visions of Annie writhing beneath Carl on the sofa downstairs, and the reality of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her pussy right in front of me, I ejaculated all over that closet, cumming and cumming and cumming until I was so drained I was weak in the knees and shaking like a dog with the runs. When I finally released my shriveled cock and regained my senses, Carl was still hammering his big cock into Annie's stretched pussyhole. "You want that cum, don't you , Ms. Jones?" he panted, hunching faster, bottoming out inside her with every thrust of his hips.

"Yes" my sexy aroused wife hissed between clinched teeth as she shook with orgasmic fervor, climaxing at the mere thought of Carl ejaculating inside her. "Fuck my white pussy!" she shrieked, as he stiffened between her upraised legs. "Gimme that black cum. Shoot it, Carl! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!" And fuck her he did...stiffening almost immediately. I was spraying my second orgasm all over my wife's shoes as Carl pumped another big load of sticky cum juice into Annie's stretched and bruised, but eternally grateful, vagina.

When Carl rolled off of her, Annie was beet red from her collar bone to the middle of her thighs. Her still parted legs were trembling and her wrinkled labias glistened wetly as Carl's milky semen oozed between them and dribbled onto the bed beneath her. They laid there, side by side, catching their breath, basking in the glow of mutual and repeated climaxes. I was so fired up myself, I didn't want it to stop. I thought about him fucking her again...about her sucking him off...about them fucking all night. I even considered calling Annie...saying I'd be later than expected and might just stay in town for the night, ... in the hopes it would embolden her to continue partying with Carl.

I was still thinking about it when Annie put her hand on Carl's limp cock.

She squeezed it fondly as she asked Carl if he knew she had fantasized about doing it with him before. "You did?" he replied. "When was that?" Annie told him the 2nd time he picked me up for golf, he wore some clingy exercise pants and she could see how big and long he was right thru the material. She said she thought about touching him that day...about screwing him right there in the doorway with me watching. His black dick got thicker and fuller in her hands, as she told him how wet she got thinking about it that day, how she masturbated thinking about it. "But I never thought it would really happen with you two being friends and all" she said, "....or that it would be so good."

Carl told her he felt the same way. He said he thought about fucking her all the time but, like her, he never figured it would happen either. Then, he added "...or that it would be so good." Annie blushed with ladylike modesty and they both laughed as Carl reached for her breasts. He told her he saw her out and about occassionally, and sometimes fantasized about picking her up and fucking her in his car...in the backseat...in a graveyard.

I told Carl once that Annie liked graveyards...that she always got hot in a graveyard. His reference to it had the desired effect on my wife Annie too. She stroked Carl's thick cock to even fuller hardness, telling him that she liked it in the car, especially parked in dark cemetery. When his fingers found her saturated crotch and he realized how turned on Annie was, he said they could pretend they were in a graveyard. "Or, we could go in seperate cars," Annie said. "Grab the fantasy and say our good-byes right there." With his fingers probing her wet slit and her fingers dancing all over his dick and balls, Carl thought it was an excellent idea, if they hurried. Seems he was already so aroused he wanted some right then, but agreed to wait long enough to find a graveyard.

So, to my undying sorrow, they quickly dressed, unwearless, of course, and scampered out to their cars. As soon as they left, with little else to do, I started writing everything that happened down while I was waiting for Annie to return. It's been two hours and she still isn't back. Probably hitting every graveyard in town. You'll have to wait until another time to find out if Annie tells me everything or tries to act like she's innocent. If she tells me, I'll forgive her but if she doesn't.... Anyway, I'll let you know next time. Right now I've gotta toss one off. All I can see is Annie, leg-up-leg-down in that backseat with Carls big dick buried in her. Gawd - I wish I could see it.

dble_indemnity2000@yahoo.com

THE CHOCOLATE BAR SOCIETY


"Good evening! Welcome to the Chocolate Bar Society," he said, smiling like he knew something we didn't. He openly oogled my wife Connie as he took her wrap and showed us in. "Madame you look ravishing tonight," he said, smiling broadly, as he led us into the new members area. He asked me if I would be participating in the evenings events or merely witnessing my wife's initiation. I said, "Witnessing" and he gave me that "I've-got-a-secret" look again.

Then he showed me the way to the witness chair where I would have to wait until the Keepers of the Shaft arrived to initiate my wife. Apparently she was to "freshen up" and be escorted to the Keeper's chamber when the time came.

My dick was already hard as I settled into the cushioned comfort of the Witness chair. It, and a king sized bed was the only furniture in the place. Indirect ceiling spots bathed the entire bed area in a sensual glow of soft light, making shadows of everything outside the light, including me. In total darkness, I could see everything the light touched but no one the light touched could see me, or anything else. I was a little uneasy when he plush cuffed my wrists to the chair, and more than a little put out. My dick was so hard a cat couldn't scratch it and I wasn't going to be able to touch it at all handcuffed like that. I enjoy masturbating when my wife's being "initiated" or raped, or anything else involving other men having sex with her, so I told him I prefered to be unrestrained.

He explained that spousal witnesses could not speak or interfere with the initiation in any way regardless of what direction the initiation might take. That was the agreement and the cuffs were just precautionary. Although I didn't like the inconvience of not being able to touch myself, I went along with the restraints because I didn't want to do anything to screw up Connie's chances. Membership in Chocolate Bar was important to us. It was our ticket into the inter-racial party scene and thats where my wife wanted to be...where she wanted me to be...where she could whore for me without fear of our secret sexcapdes becoming public and ruining our lives.

Two scantily dressed black guys, with noticeable erections inside diamphonous pantaloons that did little to conceal or restrain their state of sexual arousal, escorted my wife Connie over to the empty bed. She was dressed in sexy see though lingerie and black stockings. She might as well have been naked and she looked incredible. A cat-like mask covered her eyes so that she couldn't see anything, and she was visibly nervous as they secured her to the bed. One of them started feeling her up, squeezing the ripe mounds of her bare breasts and fondling the swell of her naked buttocks. The smaller man rubbed Connie's thethered hand against his tented crotch, muttering about what he'd do to her hot white ass if the Keepers didn't want her.

Once both her wrists were secured and her ankles were both tethered, the two men touched her with impunity, forcing Connie to fondle their erections as they fingered her pussy and played with her ass. It was torture not being able to touch my own cock. Seeing those black hands on my wife's bare tits and pawing at her ass had me so fired up, my dick actually hurt it was so hard. Just as they were convincing each other that they might have time to fuck her themselves before the Keepers arrived, a gong sounded and 4 tall, muscular ebony men in flowing robes descended on the bed where my helpless wife lay waiting. The two guys who brought her and wanted to fuck her themselves, gave way and disappeared into the shadows as the Keepers surrounded the bed.

Their chiffon-like robes were Red, Black, White and Blue. The guy in the Black robe said females seeking membership had to exhibit their sincerity and commitment to the socity by surrending to and providing for whomever the Keepers desired. Willingness alone wasn't enough - submission had to be wanton and unrestrained. Then he parted the folds of his robe and out jumped the thickest, blackest dick I ever saw. He was full hard and looking out at me like he could see me watching them. "Witness your wife's initiation" he said, turning toward the bed in unison with the others.

He grabbed my wife's head and pushed his rigid cock against her lips. "Suck the black dick" he demanded. Her lips parted and my nervous wife started mouthing his black shaft without hesitation. After enjoying her oral skills briefly, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a "pop" that caused my unflappable wife to blush like a school girl. "Now the blue" the black robed leader said, stepping aside as his blue robed, black associate approched her. When he parted his robe, the biggest (ond only) blue dick I ever saw bounced up in Connie's face. Must have been some kind of dye job or something. His huge cock was peacock blue from his pubic hair all the way to the tip. Strangest looking thing I ever saw. But, just seeing it cranked me up a notch. I would have given anything if I could have touched my cock.

As soon as the blue head of his black cock touched her lips, my wife started sucking his thick pole like it was her favorite candy. There's no way to describe how arousing it was to see that big, blue cock sliding in and our of her lipsticked mouth. Watching her suck it up and down and stroke the shaft with her hand as she sucked the swollen head deeper and deeper into her throat, had me wanting to cum so bad my balls started hurting. "And the red" the black robed leader said, pulling the blue robed Keeper away from my wife's enthusiastic mouth and hands. The "pop" sound as his blue cock left her mouth didn't enbarass her anymore. She just smiled and pursed her lips... waiting for the next one.

Like the black guy in the blue robe, the black guy in the red robe had the reddest cock I ever saw. It was as red as the stripes on the flag and. I couldn't figure out how they did it. Musta been some kind of dye job, indeed...to make a black cock bright red like that. Of course her sucking disturbed the coloring and black started showing thru but the different colors were still extremely erotic, and watching my wife suck them was enough to make anyboidy's dick hard. The red color of his black dick somehow made it ever more arousing and erotic to see. I was practically cumming in my pants by the time he pulled it out with a third "pop" sound. The fourth Keeper was black like the others, and, not surprisingly, his cock was as white as snow. Not like a caucasian cock...whiter than that. It was white like white paint is.

As soon as my wife started sucking his cock, the whiteness started to fade. In fact, all the colors had faded pretty much. Whatever coloring trick they used, the wetness and warmth of Connie's talented mouth dissolved it. All four of the Keeper's black cocks returned to their normal chocolatey darkness right before my eyes. And, as soon as the transformation was complete, my wife was surrounded by four very stiff black cocks, all bickering among themselves to determine who was going to fuck my wife first.

Black robe must have pulled rank or something because he climbed between Connie's tethered legs to start things off. All the oral foreplay and petting must have really aroused my wife and made her wet because, despite the size of his black cock, he buried it between her legs with relative ease. I was amazed to see how easily he got it in her, and even more amazed that Connie accommodated took the whole thing in a single thrust.

"Oh yes!" she moaned as a black man she couldn't see...had never seen, pumped his stiff cock in and out of her stretched vagina with horny exuberence. "Good pussy," he exclaimed as he pushed his long cock as far into my wife's depths as he could and annointed her with the sacred Keeper seed of submission and obedience.

One by one they mounted her and annointed her with the sacred seed that all female members, past and present, had received upon acceptance in the BAR society. By mingling the ejaculate of all 4 Keepers inside her body, she was accepting her place in their midst, joining a society where a black man's wish was her (and my) command as long as we remained in the society. Refusing a sexual request from the Keepers or any other blackman in the society wasn't tolerated during the 90-day probationary period. But, after that, all of our sexual activities would be consensual and strictly a matter of choice for everyone involved..

It sounded simple enough but, as we found out, the 90 day probationary period was the real initiation...the real test of a couple's commitment to the lifestyle. It actually started that very 1st day in the Keeper's chamber after the Keepers left. My wife was lying there, tied to the bed, with her legs spread and the Keepers cum was oozing out of her chaffed and stretched labias. We both longed to be intied. Me especially. My dick had been hard forever and with no way to relieve the pressure, my nuts were killing me.

When I shouted for someone to release us, the two guys who brought Connie to the chamber to begin with returned. The bigger one fondled himself thru his pantaloons as he stared at my freshly fucked wife. "Keepers ain't here now, baby" he said, approaching the bed. "Just a couple horny niggers wanting some of that white pussy ourself." he taunted, sticking his dark fingers into my wife's cum soaked pussy. He asked her if she liked "niggers" while he fingered her and let her play with his stiff cock. She said she wanted to see his cock...to see him, and he helped her. He freed her arms and removed the cat mask.

Maybe it was sucking and screwing the Keepers without ever seeing them that had her so aroused, but as soon as she saw they were the same 2 guys who brought her earlier, she licked her lips and said she'd been waiting for them...that she'd been thinking about them the whole time the Keepers were fucking her. Since both guys wanted to fuck her and neither wanted to wait, they dicided to share. The big guy got behind her and his friend laid down on the bed beside her.

LITTLE, the guy lying down, freed his black cock from his gauzy pantaloons and urged Connie to suck it. As she turned to comply, the big one, BIG, lifted her hips, raising her up onto her knees. While she was sucking on his buddy's cock, he prepared to mount her at the same time. Connie calls that getting DPed and she really likes it. Keeping her head and her busy mouth low, she elevated her sexy ass, offering BIG her white pussy, inviting him to stick his big cock in her. He grabbed her hips, stopping her ass in mid-gyration, as he penetrated her gooey sheath and hammered his thick cock deep into her wetness. "Now move that ass," he told her as he started pistoning his black dick in and out of her pussy like he'd never had any white pussy before in his life.

And, everytime "BIG" rammed his black cock into my wife's pussy, the impact pushed her forward and down, forcing "LITTLE's" stiff cock deeper into her mouth until she was all but deepthroating him. "Cum in'er mouth" BIG urged, driving his black dick into Connie's tight pussy like he wanted to poke a hole in it. "Cum in her mouth" BIG repeated, urging LITTLE to let go in Connie's mouth. "Let's both cum, man." BIG said. "She swallows. I know she swallows."

He was right about that, too. As soon as LITTLE stiffened and announced that he was cumming, Connie started swallowing and slurping on his black dick like his spurting jism was nectar from the gods. As she shook with the force of her own orgasm, BIG stiffened behind her and started pumping his own juice deep into her vagina. As he gloated that he was cumming, too, Connie went absolutely nuts. She worked her ass and the muscles inside her vagina with orgasmic enthusiasm, draining every drop of semen she could get from BIG's fully inserted black dick. "I love black cum" she gushed, as LITTLE's softening, lifeless cock slipped from her mouth.

My desire to ejaculate enabled me to somehow wiggle free of one of the plush cuffs, and I stroked myself to a fabulous orgasm watching my wife cum all over BIG's ejaculating black snake. She really does like black cum. She gets off when black guys jerk off and cum on her tits, or on her belly, her neck, or her bare ass.

She even got off when a black guy we partied with shot off all over her face.

When BIG and LITTLE were gratified and satisfied, the guy who met us to begin with returned, releasing me and welcoming my already freed wife to the BAR society. "We're lucky to have you folks" he said, as he showed us out. "Lotta phonies and head cases nowadays. Its good to see hedonistic pagans like you joining the fray."

As I said, what we thought would be an uneventful 90-day probationary period before final induction turned out to be a non stop parade of requests from black male members of the society. Members all have access to other member's profiles, contact info, etc. and the Chocolate Bar faithful didn't waste anytime. When we got home from the initiation ceremony, we already had two phone messages and several e-mails.

I can safely say that counting the six guys who screwed Connie at her initiation, 51 blackmen we hardly knew fucked her in motels or in our own bed during those 90 days, several of them on more than one occassion. Connie's never been fucked by that many guys in that period of time before or since. It was incredible. She's remembers names and faces and I remember cocks and orgasms but that 90 days will always be a blur to both of us. I mean, everyday, including weekends some horny, black society brother wanted to stick his dick in Connie.

Talk about blackcock, cum loving, slut wives. Connie never said no. No matter how inconvienent it was or how spontaneous it was, she met'em and fucked'em and sucked their black dicks like a good little married white whore is supposed to. That's what the BAR society is all about. She even fucked one guy, and two of his friends, in the super market parking lot in the backseat of their car. And parties....we only went to two during that time but Connie got fucked by more than one guy both times. In fact we've never been to party that she didn't fuck several different men.

It may not be the lifestyle choice everyone makes but it works for Connie and me. She likes to give me the pussy by giving it to a strange blackman she hardly knows in front of me. And. I like to fuck her by watching big dicked blackmen fuck her and use her like a whore right in front of me. He gets what he wants - she gets what she wants - and I get what I want. Whys and wherefores don't matter much when everybody's getting paid like that. Who cares why? Everybody gets what they want everytime and sex just doesn't get any better than that. Of course, I'm just an old degenerate wife watching voyeur and I could be wrong (smile).

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CLAIRE AND WHATS-HIS-NAME


I been fucking married white women in front of their wanking husbands for several years now and I recommend it any blackman interested in getting a little safe, clean white pussy on the side. Its sex for the sake of sex - no commitments - no obligations. Just a willing white woman and a horny blackman doing what comes natural. Mostly one night stands and 'ram-bam-thank-you-ma'am' quickies in homes or motels, but there's something about them sexy married white girls I can't resist...a kinda hunger or something. Its like they been wanting a big, black dick all their lives...wanting to be used and fucked like a whore. They hide it from their husbands in various ways but every white woman I've been with let me know she liked it....liked me. Most times, married white women are eager to please, happy to give me what I want, exciited about her husband watching her give me the pussy...white pussy...his pussy. They all seem to enjoy rubbing hubby's nose it in a little.

And they're all whores, too. Those horny bitches'll do anything with anybody, and they'll do it just about anywhere. I've had'em in cars, motels, alleys, graveyards, bathrooms, churches ( at night), and even in a hot air balloon once. No matter where you fuck'em or how you fuck'em, married white woman never complain unless you're not fucking'em. If their cheerleading husbands knew how much their obedient little accommodating wives enjoyed getting fucked by a big dicked, long lasting, pussy stretching blackman, they wouldn't be so eager to whore out their wives. Most women, black or white, enjoy getting some strange dick now and then...just like a man wants some strange pussy noe and then. They like it as much the nigger giving it to'em does, at least the ones I know do.

There's this one white couple in Pa. that I've been seeing on and off for about 4 years. They're the only couple I have an on-going relationship with. Mostly, I just find'em, feel'em, fuck'em and forget'em but Claire's something special...her husband, too...they're both special. I never knew anybody like them. They loved surprises .I never knew what to expect when I went to party with them. I still don't. All I know for sure is Claire is going to shower me with affection and deny me nothing in bed. But the fun often starts earlier than that with them. They are full of surprises.

The first time I hooked up with them, Don her husband, picked me up at the motel and drove me out to their house. I almost didn't get in. Mumbling about neighbors and private communities, he insisted I sit in the back seat. I thought about making an issue of it but decided not to. I wanted to fuck his wife Claire so bad, I woulda rode in the trunk - NOT. Anyway I hopped in the backseat, and, on the way to their place, he pulled over and picked up a hitch-hiker...a woman...a white woman in with big tits and a lotta ass. She hopped in the back beside me, flashing her cleavage and thanking us for the lift. It was her...his wife Claire...She looked just like her photos.

"It's too hot to be thumbing" she said, moving closer until our thighs touched in the seat. "You guys are life savers," she gushed, thanking us again as she patted my arm. Then she relaxed into the seat, resting her hand against my thigh and giving me the sexiest 'come and get it' look I ever saw. I started kissing her and feeling her up with both hands as my cock got stiffer and stiffer. I didn't say anything and neither did she. I thought about her husband up there driving the car, but I didn't care about that...about him. I wanted to fuck Claire. She was right there, practically asking me for it.

I grabbed her white hand and guided it to the bulge between my legs, eager to feel her touch, eager to free my stiffening cock from the confines of my trousers. She resisted, momentarily saying she didn't even know me, then reconsidered as she fondled the lengthy fullness of my erection. She grabbed my zipper, saying it was the least she could do since we gave her a lift. As she hauled my cock thru my fly, I glanced at the rearview and into her husband's watchful eye. He could see everything. And for some reason that pleased me...made it more exciting...naughtier. I spread my legs, wanting him to see his wife licking the precum from my peehole...wanting him to see her sucking my black cock.

And, he got an eyeful, too. Claire sucked my black dick like it was a big, chocolate popsicle, getting as much into her mouth and throat as she could... bobbing up and down the shaft like she wanted to swallow me whole. And suction! Her lips were like tight, rubber bands around my dick, creating a vacuum inside her mouth and throat that drove me crazy. It still does, My cock was a blur popping in and out of her mouth and I loved it. Best head I ever got in my life! And she didn't just go down on me in that backseat, she sucked me off. She sucked me until I started shooting off in her mouth. She didn't back up or stop sucking or even hesitate. She swallowed every drop of cum I pumped into her and kept sucking until my balls completely drained.

Then she sat up in the seat as if nothing had happened, ignoring my shriveled up cock as she apologized for the hitch-hiker routine, explaining that it was a fantasy she liked and thought I might like it too. Boy - did I! My knees were still shaking. That was the best blowjob I ever got from anybody, black or white. I told her I loved the hitchhiking thing...that it was a guy's fantasy too. We made chit-chat and polite conversation for another ten minutes or so, then hubby pulled into the driveway, annoucing that we were home

Once in the house, we did the dance, make out, foreplay, strip and copulate routine for hubby's camera, then I started giving Claire some serious dick and she started giving me some serious pussy. We ignored her husband's attempts to distract us and frolicked like teeenagers all over their house. I fucked her in the kitchen, on the living room sofa, in the hall closet, and twice in their martial bed. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until I couldn't fuck'er no more. And when I left, all I thought about was fucking her as I drove home. I didn't see them again for 3 months. If anything, the second time I hooked up with them was better than the first. They had another surprise for me and it was, for want of a better word, extrememly orgasmic.

If you're interested in hearing about the second time I partied with Claire and whats-his-name, let me know and I'll tell you about it. Maybe, next week or the week after... Hope you enjoyed meeting Claire as much as I have, and still do, enjoy screwing her sexy little brains out. See ya.

ucan0me1@yahoo.com

FUCK'ER LIKE I'M NOT THERE


I answered an ad in the CAVERN several weeks ago. A white couple from Ohio wanted a black lover for the wife (a fox named Diane) and I volunteered to be that guy. I've been wanting to tell everybody about it - how great it was.

Diane was almost too fine to be true. Her husband was...well, he was a trip. He got off watching other men fuck his wife. He loves watching her spread her legs for a horny black man. He likes it so much, he jerks off watching her do it. I liked him alright but I thought he was freakish and stupid - whoring out his woman like that.

When I met him prior to getting together with him and his wife, he described himself as a self-gratifying voyeur who derived great sexual pleasure from watching his wife have sex with strangers. He said Diane was a sexy little tart who enjoyed having sex with strange blackmen right in front of him. "She likes getting laid as much as any man I know" I think he said.

After we chatted for awhile, he told me he thought I was a kindred spirit - just the kind of guy he wanted for his wife. He told me not to be hesitant or shy with her. He said my desire for Diane was what turned her (and him) on the most. "You wanna fuck her and you're going to fuck her." he went on. "Just act like I'm not even there. She's your woman to use as you please from the moment you arrive. She'll tell you if she doesn't like something so just be yourself and enjoy her. Sexually, she's everything a man could hope for in a woman." Then he smiled and shook my hand. "Just remember, fuck her like you'd fuck her if I wasn't there." I told him I would, I surily would. Reminding me to call as soon as I got there Saturday night as he went, he finally left.

Well I started jumping up and down and screaming "YES YES YES" I couldn't believe it! He was actually gonna let me fuck his beautiful, sexy white wife. No....He WANTED me to fuck his beautiful, sexy wife. And if you had any idea of how fine Diane was/is, you'd understand my jubilation about the bargain being struck. He shook my hand. Sealed the deal and I knew from that moment on that Diane's fine, white pussy was gonna be mine come Saturday night.

She's got big 36c tits, a great pair of legs, and the sweetest white ass you ever did see...a sister-like ass, jutting out behind her like a sister's ass does. She had reddish-orange hair, and big, pale green eyes that reached out and touched me as soon as I laid eyes on her. She emits raw sexual energy and the look in her eyes was enough to make a nigger cum. Behind those green eyes, she was already fucking me and I could see it.

I wasn't even in the door the night we met, when our eyes touched and I saw it immediately... feel it as she took my arm and invited me in. She was almost as hot as I was. She wanted to give me that pussy as much as I wanted to get it. And, her very own husband had practically demanded that I fuck his wife like he wasn't even there, so, as soon as the door closed, I took her into my arms. I drew her close, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and kissing the side of her neck. I pressed my hardness against her, revealing my sexual state...letting her know I wanted some of that white pussy ASAP.

She pressed her hips tighter against mine, examining my stiff cock with the soft flesh of her lower abdomen, discovering how thick and hard it was and how much I wanted to fuck her. She rolled her hips against my hardness for a second or two, then, as our eyes met again, she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, showing me the naughty images scrolling across and just behind her bewitching green eyes. I wanted to kiss her then, so I did. I kissed her passionately, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I explored her tits and ass with my hands. Her dazed husband kept trying to talk to us but we weren't listening to anything he said. Finally I my finger to my lips, signaling him to keep still.

While I was happily massaging and squeezing the Charmin-like softness of his wife, Diane's jutting yet surprisingly firm buttocks, I told him what a nice big ass his wife had...that everything about her was nice and I couldn't wait to fuck her. Then, I ignored him and turned back to Diane. I tongue kissed her again and pressed my throbbing erection against her harder. I told her I wanted to fuck her and she said she wanted it too...said it was all she had thought about for a week.

So, without any preliminary chit-chat, or even proper introductions, we forgot about her husband altogether and raced to satisfy the hungar in our souls. Hubby had to know that his wife was as hot and ready as I was. "Slow" he pleaded as I began taking off his sexy wife's clothes. He found his camera and started clicking away as I undressed his wife. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than mine, he was just as hard and just as excited as I was.

In my eagerness to get at those big white titties of Diane's, I practically tore her bra off. The stroking camera crew loved it. He told me, "That's it...take that pussy! Rip her clothes off! Fuck the bitchl!" As I hefted and squeezed Diane's big tits, I suggested that he stop cheerleading and act more like he wasn't there so I could fuck her like he wasn't there, too. He pulled back immediately, distancing himself from us but watching every move. I told him Diane was my woman and I was going to fuck her in his bed. I said after I fucked her, I was gonna fuck her again...and I would fuck her anytime I wanted, anyway I wanted, and as many times as I wanted.

He was about to say something when his wife giggled and asked him if he had noticed how big my black cock was. She squeezed it thru my pants and framed it between her fingers so he could see. "Twice as big as yours," she giggled happily as I helped her wiggle out of her tight skirt and panties. It was like he wasn't even there.

Once naked, Diane helped me with my pants, obviously eager to see if what she imagined was in my pants was really in there. She pulled my briefs and my jeans down together, giggling when my stiff cock sprang free, and bounced up and down right in her face. "Now thats a cock!" she said, taunting her husband and complimenting me at the same time. My cock made two of his. It was fully erect and thick as beer can and I was very proud of myself. I couldn't wait to bury it in Diane's soft belly.

When she didn't touch me or offer to suck me, I told her to turn around and bend over. She hesitated momentarily, uncertain of what to do, then she slowly turned her back to me and said she knew I was an ass man. I moved in close as she was bending over, brushing against her, my stiff cock touching her thighs and ass as she opened herself in front of me.

I stared at Diane's irresistable ass and the beckoning pinkness of her hairy pussyhole. I'd been wanting to fuck her for over a month, so I just went for it. I bullied my cock into her slowing expanding labias and pushed deeper into the hairy mystery between her legs. I didn't stop until I had every inch of my black dick buried in the tight sheath of her stretched but not undamaged vagina. Standing there, bent over at the waist with her hands resting on the sofa arm, she took all my black meat without even a whimper. It had to hurt at first because her vagina was so tight, but she endured it quietly. I did see her wincing with discomfort as I nudged it deeper but I was just too excited to be gentle. and she didn't stop until she had it all. I just kept stroking that pussy for all I was worth, trying to knock the bottom out. I was slamming against her sweet ass so hard the noise of our flesh colliding sounded like gunfire.

My cock was a blur plunging in and out of Diane's stretched white pussy, and her moans became primal grunts and clear evidence of her awakening desire. She panted like a bitch in heat, tossing her head and gritting her teeth. "Fuck me" she snarled, "Fuck my white pussy! Take it! Take it!" She pushed with her hips, driving her ass back into my forward thrusts, begging me not to stop...to cum...to make her cum.

And, before I realized it, I was all the way in her, spurting cum like a fountain, and wondering if I was cumming too fast...leaving Diane hanging. But the frantic way she was moving her ass and working her vaginal muscles up and down my spewing cock told me that she was climaxing too. I guess I wasn't too fast at all. And when stiffened and started climaxing, I drilled her as deep as I could and kept blasting away, cumming until my balls were completely, totally drained.

When I backed away, disengaging my limp tool, her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the sofa. Still flushed and panting for breath, she rolled onto her back and rubbed her battered pussy gingerly, making sure she was alright down there. "God what a cock" she giggled, letting her legs slid apart. "We're gonna have to do that again" she teased, patting the sofa beside her.

I accepted her invitation. As soon as I sat down, her warm white hands found my flacid cock. Her touch was like an electric shock and my tool started filling up with blood as soon as she grabbed it. With her fondling and stroking it, my cock quickly hardened until it thick and swollen again. Smiling like the cat that got the canary, Diane ignored her husband's pathetic attempts to talk about what just happened and focused on my rapidly stiffening cock. Without asking or being asked, she started sucking it.

There's nothing getting your dick sucked by a volunteer...somebody who not only will but wants to. And Diane wanted to. She worked on my dick for 15 minutes, sucking it like she wanted me to cum in her mouth, telling me (and her already wanking husband) how much she liked it. She said she would suck my cock all night if I wanted her to...if he wanted her to. As appealing as her offer was, I was more interested in taking another run at that white pussy than I was in a blow job. I wanted to fuck her into a coma.

I was steady hosing his old lady, getting maximum penetration. I could my cockhead brushing againt the mouth of her uterus and everytime I nudged my thick tool against the entrance to her womb, that white woman swooned, climaxing again and again. I could feel the muscles deep in her vagina tightening around my pistoning cock as I hammered it home again and again and again.

Then without warning, she clamped down on my big black dick, holding me all the way inside her. She was as close to convulsive as any woman I ever saw, climaxing with such force her spastic gyrations brought my deeply buried cock against the mouth of her womb again. I nudged my dick even deeper, penetrating her uterus - womb fucking her.

She came so hard ever muscle in her body locked up. When I started dumping my load directly into her womb, her eyes rolled back into her head and she almost passed out. She climaxed repeatedly, shaking all over and thrashing about like a ragdoll. When she finally collapsed under me, I followed her down, keeping my cock buried to balls inside her still spasming pussy. I just held it there, fully inserted until she started to relax and float back down. When her breathing slowed, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a look of total surrender on her face. I could see in her eyes that she was delighted with what had just occured and she was ready to do it again whenever I wanted her. Like me, she didn't even know he was there.

Eyeswatchingewe@aol.com

OBSESSED BY BLACK MAGIC (Part 7)


Connie's Third Part

It was another leap ahead when I started to correspond with black men via e-mails. Until then my fantasy was only triggered by the pictures which were chosen by my husband, Eric. I was in good company with these pictures because they stimulated my mind in a way I could not resist (I was not at all interested in similar pictures with white men.)

When I read the answers from the black guys I realized it was time to move on to the real thing: My own white body in close contact to a real male person with dark black skin. And for the first time I realized too, what I really was looking for: Hung and everlasting black men, and that I had a desire to experience how it was to get hooked upon their black dicks. After all, this was true, because thanks to Eric's work, my socalled inner slut was more and more taking place in the driving seat, and it was sex, a lot of nasty sex, which was so appealing to me. And another thing I discovered, it was so liberating just to let these thoughts enter my brain and enjoy them.

Eric and I decided to go on with 4 of the guys. I felt I had passed the point of no return when I mailed my pictures to them. And a lot of things did happen. In return I got their pictures and their comments of my looks. Since then another kind of consciousness and the energy from here started to mark my mind. How different it was to be confronted with real black persons and not just persons created from my fantasy. Now I had to put some structure upon and organize my future living, and that indeed included my husband. We discussed which limits I should put to my coming relationship to a black man and eventually the others there could follow after. It was importent not to leap ahead, because none of us wanted me to be misused.

After we had discussed this thoroughly we made an agreement that it was just pure sex and nothing about finding a lover with whom I could get emotionally involved. The agreement was also about that I should not allow any stranger to take control over my person. As long as this was in focus, my husband would give me his full support.

Then I told Eric that from now on I wanted to take care of the correspondence with the black guys myself. He was welcome to read the correspondence between me and the guys, but I would only involve him if I had something to discuss with him, but of course he was welcome to give me his advice and suggestions.

I can tell you that the black guys were very positive to my looks. They called it sexy, and my attitude was a turn on to them because giving herself away to a black guy was the coolest thing a white female could do. And that was right, because I had promised them that if good harmony developed between us I would be ready to let them train me so they could be proud of it. I declared that I was quite inexperienced in this lifestyle but if I got to like it I would go on, and then I would be ready to do nearly anything (no pain and pissing) to please them. No further details here but some rather nasty things popped up in my mind when I looked at their naked pictures, and I did like what I saw on them. What they proposed me after this statement I think most you can figure out, and I agreed to most of it.

They also wanted more pictures of me, pictures which showed my positive attitude. I had to admit that if I had become a sex object to them, exactly the same way I looked at them, so I had to act like such an object. Therefore I asked Eric to buy me some sexy underwear.

I sent the guys the new pictures which revealed more of my body than the clothes could hide. Not that I was completely nude, but the attitude I showed on the pictures told that I was hot and ready. I wore a lowcut semitransparant white silk blouse and inside a half cut black bra. The look I gave the viewers when I was leaning forward showed most of my 36D breasts, just the nipples were covered. Added to this view was purple red lipstick on my lips and the same colour for my long nails. Also there was no doubt about my view when they saw my tight semishort blue skirt, because the borders of my black stockings were impossible to hide when I sat down. I could have written "Fuck me" on my face, the message from my dressing was unmistakable. What they couldn't see, but what I told them in the mail, was that I have started to clean shave my pussy every day.

And I really liked the reactions I got from the black guys.

More to come.

heer48@hotmail.com

NEW MEANING FOR 'POKE-HER NIGHT'


This is my second time writing in (see Sloppy seconds for the first time, in the I Confess section). My name is Jill and this is one of the many stories I am looking forward to telling about how I discovered my addiction to black men. I had been seeing as much of my friend "coach" as I could but my father's work travel schedule was keeping him at home more and I wasnt able to meet him or anyone else very often. Sensing my frustration with this, coach told me about a house his uncle had inherited and was thinking of renting out.

He told me that on my limited income from my 30 hour a week job along with going to community college might go farther than I thought if I were to occasionally "pleasure" old uncle T. Well Uncle T turned out to be a pretty nice guy who let me rent a sweet little one bedroom furnished house for a hundred dollars a month and a few blowjobs. I really didnt mind this at all and actually really enjoyed it because Uncle T while in his late sixties was still quite well hung and really loved it when I let him cum in my mouth as he said his prudish wife had never once sucked his big cock, plus it gave me lots of opportunities to let the coach tap my horny twat too.

Now about poker night. One night Uncle T called me and asked if I had plans for the night, and when I said no that I was just finishing up a paper for college, he asked if I minded if he moved his Wed night poker game to my house for the night because his church bitch wife was having a group of "ladies" over. I told him to come on over and the round table in the kitchen was all theirs and all the would need was to bring their own beer. Around 7:00 I heard a knock at the door and when I opened it there stood Uncle T, coach and two of Uncle T's buddies. They greeted me with smiles, a couple of cases of beer and some looks that told me they were checking me out. I was wearing short gym shorts and a man's white T shirt. They soon made themselves at home and began their game at the kitchen table. I went into my bedroom and started watching TV but I kept the volume to a point where I could still hear part of what they were saying. I heard an occasional comment from Uncle T's buddies about me, usually followed by laughing and a round of 'I heard that's.' It wasnt long before Coach hollared at me and said"Jill honey would you get us another round or beers?" I said "sure" and went and handed each a fresh beer and got one for myself.

As their game progressed I noticed the each man got a little fresher with their comment as I would hand out the beer. After one such trip in there to replenish the beer supply I went back into my room and heard one of T's friends say "T you a damn liar. You way to old to do anything with that white girl". This was followed by a round of laughter and then I heard whispering. Well I figured that T must have told them about some of the "attention" I was giving him and I thought I would turn up the heat a little. The next time I went to serve more beer I had taken off my shorts and bra and was only wearing the thin white T shirt and a tiny pair of bright pink panties. This really got those old guys going. I was back in my room when I heard Uncle T say "Jill I think you left something in here you might need". When I walked back in they were making a few snickering noises and I was game to find out why. I said "OK what is it that you think I'm needing in here". On hearing that Uncle T's friend Charles pushed back from the table and said "this right here" pointed at his cock that he had pulled from his fly. All of them just laughed loudly.

Now Charles was in his early seventies and his long thick uncut cock looked like a monster. Even soft it was huge. I just bent over and took it in my hand and said "I think you might just be right". I then knelt down in front of him and began to stroke it until it began to harden in my hands. Feeling it start to grow and become firm I soon found myself kissing it all over and wrapping my lips around the end. I guess Charles hadn't had attention like that in a while because I didnt have to suck long before I felt him tense up and begin shooting a big load down my throat.

While I was still on my knees I felt a hand running down the back of my panties and while I was letting Charles relax in my hands I looked over my shoulder to see the other poker buddy feeling my ass up good. I just raised up to give him better access to my dripping pussy. With his finger inside me I heard him say "Damn T wont call you a fucking liar anymore. This gals got one wet mutha fucking cunt." With that I just stood up and shedded the rest of my clothes and laid back on the table to give him a better view of my pussy. He must have taken this as his cue because he was soon licking my clit while fingering my hole. As soon as I had had my first orgasm he dropped his pants to reveal an unbelievably thick cock. While most of the other black men I had known to his point were longer than him, his cock was nearly as thick as my forearm. It was already hard and had precum oozing out of the wide head.

He slapped it against my cunt making wet sloppy sounds. I tensed thinking it would tear me in half but I was so wet it just slid right in after one good push. Now I wasn't paying much attention to anything else and I soon felt something touching my face. I opened my eyes to see Uncle T and Coach rubbing their cocks on the my cheeks and lips. Enjoying the fucking I was getting I opened my mouth and took turns jacking one and sucking the other. The sight of this must have really turned on the old guy fucking me because he really shot a good load in my cunt. Seeing his friend was finished T took his place between my legs and started pounding away leaving me to finish Coach in my mouth. T soon added his cum to what was already running out of my pussy. The men soon recovered themselves and left and I made my way to bed.

The next morning when I awoke my jaw was a little sore and cum was still running from my cunt. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed that all the money on the table was still there and on one bill was a note that said "thanks for the Poke Her party." They must have enjoyed it as much as me.

Until my next story. "Dirty Jill"

dirtyjill4blacks@aol.com

WHO WOULD EVER HAVE GUESSED?


When my husband of twelve years first suggested that we bring other people into our sex life, I thought he was some kind of depraved sicko. I had never been so shocked or outraged in my whole life. I had been a good wife to him and a good mother to our two children and not once in all those years of marriage had I ever even suspected that he was unhappy or displeased with me sexually.

I was faithful to him and I had never refused him anything in bed. I was always a willing partner. I enjoyed sex as much as he did and I always gave him what he wanted in bed. I gave him oral sex, anal sex, fantasy sex and even let him "rape" me sometimes. I thought our sex life was terrific and I couldn't understand why he thought we needed to include others in that.

He said he wanted to share me with other men...that he wanted me to have the thrills and pleasures other men could provide...the variety and passion that he thought I deserved. I told him that I was perfectly satisfied with the thrills and pleasures he provided...that I really didn't need other men. But, he insisted, saying he knew I didn't need anything more but he wanted more for me. He said he loved me so much that he wanted me to have it all.

Although I still suspected it was him who wanted more, and him who wasn't satisfied with what we already had, I finally agreed to at least talk about it. I listened to his proposals, fantasies and ideas about including "others" in our sexual relationship, wanting to know exactly what he had in mind. I admitted that I too had fantasies and even acknowledged that the thought of having sex with other men did excite me, just as the thought of other women was exciting to him. But, I didn't promise him anything or commit myself in any way. I only agreed to talk about it.

Of course, the more we talked about it, the more excited and animated he became, often becoming so aroused that he wanted to have sex while we talked. He was obsessed with the idea sharing me with other men, cumming repeatedly as he envisioned me naked with a strange man's stiff cock thrusting in and out of my slippery vagina...envisioned me climaxing repeatedly and moaning with pleasure as some other guy, his big cock buried to the balls inside me, exploded deep inside my body. Why that turned him on so much, I don't know - didn't then and don't now. But the more he talked about it the more horny and aggressive he got and the more he fucked me. Before I knew it, the thought of doing it with a total stranger wasn't only more appealing to me - I found myself actually wanting to do it!

I was really nervous the first time. It excited me getting dressed and making myself sexy and gorgeous for a man I'd never even met! It excited me that he was probably going to seduce me and fuck me right in front of my husband. I truly wanted to give my sex crazed husband what he wanted to see, to put on a show for him, but I wanted to find out about it for myself too. I was soaking wet before we got to the motel bar where we went to meet him. His photo had appealed to me and I was anxious to see him in the flesh.

We were sitting nervously at the bar, looking around when I saw him walk in. He looked exactly like his photo and his introductory smile as he approached us made me feel playful and upbeat right away. He had mischief in his walk and I wanted to fuck him right there when he ran his eyes up and down my body and whistled softly under his breath. He told me I was one nice looking lady and he was delighted to finally meet me. Gene (that was the guy's name) sat down and we all chatted for while. He was confident, sexy and charming and his blatantly suggestive looks and the casual way he touched me as we got acquainted, coupled with my week long anticipation and the constant sex with my impatient and totally out of control husband, had me ready cum right there at the bar.

In less than 15 minutes, Gene suggested we all go up to the room where we could all talk more comfortable, where there weren't so many prying eyes. "Just mine" my husband beamed as he paid the check and we all went upstairs. We smoked some grass, sipped some wine, danced a little and started making out. My husband was watching our every move, rubbing and squeezing his erection thru his pants. When Gene started tongue kissing me and feeling me up, I gave myself to both of them. I gave my husband the show he wanted to see and I gave Gene the strange pussy he wanted so much at the same time, surrendering to his advances with an enthusiasm that delighted me, envigorated Gene and pleased my husband to no end.

He fucked me three times. In between, he fingered me, went down on me, and breast fed at my busom again and again. I sucked the big, hard cock of his so good my husband got off just watching me do it. I spread my legs wantonly and willingly, orgasming like a slut everytime he shoved that strange cock in me. I lifted up for it, curling my legs around him and fucking him back for all I was worth. I marveled at how deliciously gratifying it was...how much I liked it, how much I liked my husband liking it with me.

After that first time, having witnessed my enthusiastic and multi-orgasmic responses to Gene, and my whorish appreciation for a total stranger's hard cock, my husband dropped the bomb. He asked me what I thought about black guys. Said thats what he really wanted to see...what he had wanted to see for a long time. I was flabberghasted, shocked, and more than a little excited all at the same time. I had black/white curiosities and fantasies like anybody else but I didn't know if I wanted to do something taboo like that with my husband right there. I mean, what if he was against it and just trying to see how I felt about it. I didn't want him to think I wanted black/white sex until I was sure it was what he wanted too.

He showed me some web sites with photos of black guys, often naked with their large, blood filled erections prominently displayed. Many of them were looking for 3-way sex with married white couples like us. He showed me sites with explicit photos of blackman/whitewife sex, many of which had a white husband watching and masturbating as an aroused blackman had repeated bareback sex with his responsive and all too willing white wife right in front of his eyes. He asked me if there any guys I liked, that I might want to party with, showing me his stiff cock and insisting that he liked the idea a lot and that he felt like I would like it too once it happened.

He was right about one thing. I did like it. Even though I didn't think I would and didn't expect to right up to the moment young Marcelius Brown took me into his arms, but the 1st kiss changed everything. His lips were so full and soft and warm. His desire was so rigidly obvious I couldn't ignore it and his strong, confident hands were everywhere, thrilling me, arousing me, making me wet... My husband masturbated openly as Marcelius stripped off my clothes, anticipating what was to come, slowly stroking himself with escalating expectations. I heard him moan aloud as Marcelius slipped my panties down and pushed me back on the bed.

As Marcelius aimed his thick, black, 9 or 10 inch, cock at my very wet and slightly parted labias, my husband whispered, "Fuck her, Marcelius. Stick that black cock in her. Make her moan." Seeing and hearing his blissful enjoyment of the show Marcelius was providing him, and realizing how truly anxious and eager he was, I helped the rockhard young black man find the velvety snugness of my vaginal sheath. He pushed it all the way in immediately and I climaxed uncontrolably as bottomed out and started to fuck me with slow, penetrating insertions until I adjusted to the thickness of his cock, then he lifted my legs and began hammering in and out with frenzied fervor, telling me how good that white pussy was and how much he wanted to cum in me.

The sight of my overwhelmed husband masturbating furiously beside the bed, showering ejaculate everywhere as he climaxed, made me so hot I started writhing and moaning like a cheap whore, begging Marcelius to give it to me...to shoot off in my pussy. He teased me, telling me I liked big nigger cocks like his, telling my husband I liked it...that I wanted it. As I climaxed again and saw my husband still hard and still eager, I pulled Marcelius all the way in me and clamped down on his cock so he couldn't pull back. "Gimme that nigger cum" I panted, milking his buried tool with my spasming vaginal muscles until he exploded and pumped a huge load of hot cum deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. I could actually feel his cum splattering against the mouth of my uterus as he climaxed. It was heavenly.

Hubby and I have been hooked ever since. We occasionally party with white guys or couples at parties and such, but mostly we just stick to 3-ways with blackmen. Wild hot sticky beautiful sex with men who really want me and wild hot sticky sex with my ever watchful and always hard husband is the best of all possible worlds. Despite the occasional overdose (last week, I put out for 5 different black guys at a party we went to), my husband's desire and satisfaction has miraculously equaled my own and nowadays we are both ready at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, I even like black guys to pick me up at the grocery store and fuck'em in their cars with hubby parked in the same lot watching. He gets cum all over his car and makes me tell him all about it while he fucks me when we get home.

Sixteen years ago, who woulda guessed that a blackman in our marital bed was the answer to all our sexual desires and needs. Its a lot better screwing with each other that it was when we were screwing each other. I love the way we cum together at just the right moment - sometimes all 3 of us (blush). I'm a shameless hussy and a total black-cock whore most of the time, but life is good. It works for us and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Eyeswatchingewe@aol.com

SPECIAL MEMORY


Like a lot of women, I become aroused at the mere thought of sex. Thinking about it and anticipating it excites me more than anything else. For me, the desire for sex is as thrilling as the sex itself. In fact, the more I think about it, the hotter and hornier I get. The anticipation of waiting to get together with someone new drives me absolutely crazy. Usually by the time I actually get to it, I want it so bad I can't control myself at all. And, also like a lot of women, I've got a cum loving, anybody and everybody, whore hidden deep inside me and I always thought nobody would ever really love her but me. I was wrong.

My husband loves her. He encourages her, applauds her sluttiness and masturbates as she gives herself to total strangers right in front of his eyes. He probably loves "her" more than he loves the everyday me. She loves the feeling of a man between her legs, any man significantly interested and aroused. She loves oral sex and she swallows with an enthusiasm that's totally worish. She loves talking about all the men she's fucked while her husband fucks her in their bed every night. And, when she's whoring for another man, her husband is always right there urging her on, adding to her pleasure and celebrating his own.

That's reason enough to invite black strangers into your bedroom, isn't it? Their desire for white women is legendary, especially safe, inexpensive married white women doing it for their husband's who aren't about to tell anybody about it. And even when they're doing it for their husbands, most white women like having sex with blackmen. Blackmen are straight forward and direct. They know what they want and go for it. They don't play head games or have hidden agendas. They just want some strange. They want to tap some white pussy without going thru a whole lot of changes. If her husband wants to watch him fuck her, they let him as long as they get all the white pussy they want from his wife - the nympho whore who likes giving her married white pussy to strangers, especially well hung, vigorous, black strangers.

For three months in 2004, my husband and I had a house guest named Shahmar. He was sort of homeless and after we picked him up off the street one night and fucked his brains out, he sort of hung around. He stayed out of sight pretty much and stayed very low key because of the neighbors, etc., but when the doors were closed and we were alone, he fucked me all the time. He fucked in the mornings with my husband lying beside me in the bed masturbating and telling Shahmar to fuck my white pussy good...to cum in me!

He fucked me in the car, in the graveyard, outside, under the stars - whenever he got the urge. It was intense, urgent and spontaneous most of the time and I loved it. It was naughty and nice at the same time. He fucked me religiously whenever my husband was around, often right in front of his face. He alsolutely loved fucking me with my husband watching him. He would brag about what a nice tight pussy I had while he was fucking me, sliding his thick cock in and out of me extra slow so George could watch it disappearing inch by inch into my married white vagina.

Needless to say, those 3 months were the most sexually active and totally gratifying months of our lives - mine and Geroge's, that is. It still amazes me that he watched Shahmar fuck 3 or 4 times a day for 3 months and never tired of it. He was always as hot as we were. His dick was always as hard as Shahmar's and he fucked me right along with him, cuming when Shahmar came, cuming when I came, fucking me himself, and quite a few times the two of them DP'd me and shared me like I was not George's wife or Shahmar's white whore, but their whore to do with as they pleased, as either of them pleased.

Shahmar liked fucking me when he knew George was coming home so George could "catch" us fucking behind his back and secretly watch us without us knowing. We knew, of course and teased him by saying and doing things we would never have done if we "knew" he was there. Shahmar would ask me things like... Did George know how much I liked him, Shahmar,...how much I liked that black dick of his. And even if he was already fucking me when George arrived, he always stopped and got me to suck his cock so George could watch me going down on him. "He's loves watching you suck my black dick like that," Shahmar would say. "I wish he was here now to see how you suck my dick when he ain't around. You want that cum, don't you bitch?

I could almost feel my hidden husband ejaculating sometimes when we talked and fucked like we didn't know he was there. Shahmar always asked me if George knew how much he (Shahmar) liked fucking me when George wasn't at home (wink) (wink). I usually talked about how thick and lengthy Shahmar's cock was..how I wished George's was that big too. I talked about George not being there and how I couldn't wait to tell him about it when he got home. It was a game, of course but as long as we all played it like it was for real, it gratified us in ways we hadn't experienced very often.

It was the best 3 months in any of our lives, by far. If a live-in 3-way gets any better than that, I don't know if we can handle it. Nothing and I mean nothing has ever harmonized George and I like that experience did. We were doing the same thing at the same time and totally turned on by it, doing it with each other - not to each other. It was a beautiful time.

Rarely can a husband share his wife with a blackman and have sex every bit as good as theirs just watching them, it's a once in a lifetime thing. It was a torrid, passionate love affair and, like all love affairs, it ends. Shahmar got an offer to go to LA and stay at his Dad's place and he took it. Afterward, l missed him at first but George and I were so much closer than before. We decided that what might be around the next corner was a lot more interesting than revisiting old news, so it wasn't long until we jumped back in...entertaining ourselves at random and giving as good as we got.

Shahmar is a special memory and no one could ever take his place in either of our hearts, but there's cocks to sucked, balls to drained, and hardons to ride. Look forward - not back. Thats our motto from now on. The next one is always the best one or something like that. I think so anyway. I'll find out Friday,,,,,but that's another story.

JJ22903@aol.com