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.



THE WAREHOUSE


I am nineteen and have been working in the office of a shipping company for six months. I work nights handling cargo orders for the warehouse workers. Some nights I work alone and I like that because I can spend my free time fantasizing about my favorite thing. I love sex. Every waking minute that is not filled with other thoughts is about me having sex. I have been on birth control ever since turning eighteen because I never want to miss an opportunity for a ride on a mattress.

One rainy Friday night after work I went out to my car and it would not start. I park next to the warehouse workers time card station because of the lights there. I was frustrated because it was Friday and I had weekend laundry, cleaning, etc. Two of the men who were clocking out saw me trying to get the car to start and came over to help. They were both big muscular black men. One opened the hood while the other slid in to try the key. It would not start for them either. They asked if I had a friend that could pick me up and give me a ride. I said no, so they offered to give me a ride home. I was nervous but did not have many options and said yes.

We walked over to their car and I sat in the middle of the front seat. As I said earlier I think about sex all the time. I was sitting there day dreaming about these two guys having their way with me when I realized I was getting really wet in the right spot. The guy on my right, Tom, picked up on my mood and put his hand on my leg. Then he started rubbing my leg and his hand pulled my skirt up so he could touch my bare leg. I have heard about black men being huge and knowing how to use their tools so I was scared, nervous and excited all at the same time. The driver, Jim, started rubbing my other leg and then put his hand right on my crotch. I let my legs open to make their advances easier. I started to squirm and moan and could not stop. While Jim rubbed my crotch Tom started fondling my boobs. Without a word he undid my blouse and unhooked my bra. We were going down a busy street with my blouse half off and my tits out for all to see and I didn't care.

Tom was caressing my tits and squeezing them and tugging on my nipples and I was on fire. I forgot I was supposed to be going home and did not realize until we stopped that we went to Jim's place instead of mine. I must have been quite a sight walking up to Jim's front door with my tits hanging out and a hand still in my panties rubbing my pussy. I just didn't care what anyone might think at that point. Once inside I was naked as soon as the door shut. We ended up on the couch with Jim sucking on my tits while Tom started finger fucking me with his big fingers.

It was at this point when I realized I had no control over myself. I was bending and turning to let them do whatever they wanted. Jim said we need to go to bed now. I said yes, I want you both now. They helped me to my feet and I walked sort of to the bedroom. It was hard to walk with three big fingers in your pussy. Once on the bed they undressed. The stories I had heard about black men having bigger dicks were all true. They were both huge. I mean really huge and thick like a soda can. Now I was half scared they were going to rip me in half. As soon as I was in a doggy position on the bed those big black fingers went back in my pussy. I didn't care about the potential for destruction anymore I just wanted to get fucked.

I started sucking Jim's cock and as he got harder he grabbed my head and started pulling me deeper on to his tool. Tom was behind me ramming and twisting his fingers in me and I was squirming like crazy. I could barely focus on sucking the huge cock in front of me.

Suddenly Jim pushed me back and got behind me while Tom got in front and put his cock in my mouth. It barely fit. Before I got started sucking I felt Jim's cock start into my pussy. I had had several men, all white guys with what I thought were big dicks before and never felt my pussy stretch like it was now. It hurt a little but I wanted it and the pain was a small price to pay. I kept moving around to get more of it in me. I stopped sucking on Tom's dick because I totally lost control. I was rocking back and forth and moaning and groaning like an animal. I knew they should be using rubbers but I was past any point of logic. Jim started really pounding me and he just kept going deeper into me. Now I was cumming with almost every thrust. Then suddenly, his cock swelled up and he exploded deep in my hole. He slowly pulled out and I was there on my hands and knees a sweaty wet mess. Tom smiled and said it's time for round two baby. He started in and once he started pumping me I regained my energy and fucked him for all I was worth. Soon he too swelled up and came deep in me. After he pulled out they rolled me over on my back and started fucking me missionary style. After the each had two more turns I fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at myself, my hair was all tangled and I had cum oozing out of my pussy. I was really sore as well. Both of them were gone so I crawled out of bed and went to take a shower. I was trying to wash my pussy out when they came into the bathroom. Jim said hey we can take care of that. He attached a hose to the shower head and pushed it into my pussy. The warm water in my pussy felt so nice I didn't want it to stop. Tom asked me if I had ever had an enema before. I said no I never had. He just smiled and said there is always a first time for everything. Jim said spread your legs and bend over and hold your knees. I did and I felt the water tickling my ass. Then the hose tip started into my ass. I moved a little as it started to fill my ass up. Tom pulled the hose out and said, hold that water in while you go over to the toilet and then you can let it out. I did this four times. They dried me off and led me back to the bed.

Jim asked if I had ever had a man fuck my ass before. Once again my answer was no. He laughed and said well this is your lucky day. We are going to let your pussy rest and use your ass today. Tom put his dick in my mouth and I started face fucking him until he got really hard. He pulled away and went behind me. Jim put his dick in my mouth next. As before with Tom, I started face fucking Jim too. Tom had a tube of some gel and squirted it into my ass. It felt really weird but it was just the first of many new feelings. Next he started his fingers in my ass. First one finger went in, then two fingers, and then the third of those big black fingers. With three in me he started to stretch me open. Next he lubed his dick and I felt it touch my ass. He pushed hard and I pushed just as hard trying to get it in. It took a while but I was determined to do it. He slowly kept pushing deeper in my ass. It was different but I really liked it. Soon he started pounding away in me just like he was fucking my pussy. I was hot and wanted more and more. After he came Jim climbed on and fucked the hell out of my ass.

After Jim came he stayed in me and wrapped his arms around me and roiled over. There I was laying on my back with him under me and his big black cock up my ass. Tom said spread your legs wide little girl it's time to learn more tricks. He stroked that huge cock and then stuck it in my pussy. I was still sore from the last night but did not care much about that now. Now I was the filling in an Oreo cookie. Wow, what a load of new sensations. I was flailing around trying to get more of both of them. I was cumming, squirting and instead of moaning I was screaming fuck me fuck me, more, more, more. I never wanted it to end. They finally both came and we all laid there unable to move for some time. We fell asleep and did not wake up for some time.

When we did wake up the bed was soaked from my squirting so much. We went and took a shower together and they took me back to bed. Tom said it is time for you to learn how to take big men deep in your ass. I asked how are you going to do that and is it going to hurt me? Jim said it will be uncomfortable at first but will get better the more you do it. I got on the bed on my knees with my ass raised up high. They poured a lot of lube in me and then Jim got a long black rubber dong out of a drawer. It was at least a foot long was kind of like a limp dick really flexible.

They took turns pushing it and twisting it in me. It kept going deeper. Sometimes it was uncomfortable and sometimes it hurt. But I kept moving around to help it go deeper. After some time it was past my colon and I could feel it by touching my mid section. This thing was around and inch or so thick. Jim went to the drawer and got a bigger one out. It was at least an inch and a half thick. They took out the first one added more lube and started this new one in. Again I took a little time but I got it in all the way. I now had fifteen inches in me. They told me to stay there and let my ass get used to being stretched. They left the room I and stayed there moving around enjoying this thing in me. It really felt good and while left alone I began to fantasize about real dicks pounding me all the way to their balls. Suddenly I came again. Wow I was cumming from having things in my ass. How cool is that?

When they came back Tom said now you are ready for the real thing. I sucked his cock to get him hard and he pulled out the rubber dildo and mounted me. He slowly went past my colon and because he was thicker it hurt a little but minor compared to the pleasure. He started going faster and deeper. Soon his balls were slamming against me and that in itself was enough to bring me to climax. He shot his wad deep in me and I heard Jim say my turn. Tom slowly pulled out and Jim climbed on. He began drilling me like he was trying to strike for oil. My head was up against the head board and he was pumping me so hard I was bending in the middle. His balls were making a loud slapping noise as they banged against my pussy. I started to think I was being fucked by a machine because he just kept going. When he did finally finish I was not able to move.

It was now Sunday evening and they decided to take me home. I was a mess. My hair was all over the place, I was covered in man batter. I put my skirt and blouse on but no bra or panties and I was leaking man juice all down my legs . Once home I realized my car was still broken and I had not done any chores at home. But that is all ok with me as this was the best weekend I ever had. From now on I was going in search of those big black cocks. Now I spend my time when not at work stretching myself with coke bottles, beer bottles, baseball bats, bowling pins, anything that looks like it will fit. I want to try getting a man's hand in me but so far everyone just wants to fuck the hell out of me and for now, that is ok with me. My new friends have taught me so much. They invite me over regularly for parties. Sometimes there is a room full of big black dicks all waiting to ride my train. My weekends are always filled now. And me too.

c5ls1602@yahoo.com

MY WIFE'S ONE BLACK EXPERIENCE (Part 1)


It was about 5 years ago when this happened. It wasn’t planned, but I had probably unintentionally set it up. My wife and I are good friends with a couple named Phil and Jennifer. Phil is from Haiti and is as black a person as I have ever seen, and Jennifer is from Alabama. Must have driven her parents absolutely bat shit when she started dating a black guy and really drove her father insane to have to give her away at the wedding. We often joked about it and it just didn’t bother any of us. Once while watching a porno flick with my wife, I mentioned that Phil should star in one of these movies. She asked me why, and I told her that I had seen him several times showering after one of our handball games, and that his dick was at least as big as any porn stars, plus she must have noticed the bulge in his bathing suit when we shared a hot tub at Phil’s house. I wondered out loud how Phil’s wife could handle all he had, as she was a very small woman (barely 5’2” tall) and that Phil was 6’+ and his dick hung at least 6 or 7 inches down his thigh. When I told my wife this, she acted as if it didn’t matter to her, but from then on I noticed that she glanced at Phil’s crotch every once in a while whenever we were together.

One night we had gone to Phil’s house for dinner with him and his wife Jenny. Both Phil and Jenny were nurses at a local hospital. About half-way through dinner, Jenny got called into work for some sort of emergency, leaving just the 3 of us. Several glasses of wine later we headed for the hot tub. We had been in their hot tub before, but always the four of us and always in bathing suits. This was different as we had not planned on even seeing Phil or Jenny, much less getting in the hot tub so we had not brought our suits. The atmosphere was totally different what with the wine and with two guys and one girl. At first Theresa did not want to go into the hot tub naked, but finally gave in. She made us turn off the outside lights before she would come out to the back porch where the tub was. Phil and I got settled in and then Tess came outside with a towel wrapped around herself, but even with the lights off, we had a good view of her naked body when she dropped the towel and stepped into the tub. Phil had the jets going and with all the bubbles you could not see anything going on under the water. We laughed and joked and had some more wine. Tess sat between Phil and I and we sipped some more wine and just talked about stuff. Phil had to get out to get some more wine and as he returned to the tub his dick was starting to swell. He wasn’t hard, but he definately was hanging heavy. He walked slowly back, his dick swaying between his thighs and I noticed that Tess did not look away.

Soon after that, the conversation became a bit more sexual with Phil talking about being a young black man in a southern college. He said that there were quite a few young southern belles who were curious if the rumor about black men was true. He told a couple of stories and as he talked, I slowly began to caress Theresa under the water running my hand up and down her thigh. Theresa leaned her head back against me and closed her eyes. It was Phil that finally noticed that Tess was pretty far gone from the hot water and wine, so he suggested that she go lay down on the bed in their spare bedroom. She drowsily agreed and I helped her out of the tub where she picked up her towel and wrapped herself loosely. She then tried to walk into the house but had trouble opening the door. She looked pretty unsteady so I got out and tried to help her inside. She wasn’t cooperating too much, so Phil also jumped out to help. I was on her left side and Phil was on her right and as we held her upright and opened the door the loose towel slowly slipped to the floor. The three of us stumbled naked down the hall to the bedroom. We turned our back to the bed and sat on the end of the bed with Tess between us. Leaning back, we laid her on the bed and then stood up. When we looked down, we were gazing on my totally naked wife laying there on her back. Her breasts looked fine, and the cold air after the warm tub had caused her nipples to harden. Her legs were slightly spread exposing her pussy to our view. Tess doesn’t shave her pussy, but does keep her bush pretty well trimmed. She was a very inviting picture. I looked up at Phil and saw him staring at my wife. He looked at me and smiled approvingly. I smiled back and then asked Phil to help me move her further up on the bed. When we slid her up the bed Tess responded by asking me to “rub her back some more” and then she rolled over onto her stomach. Phil had told me before that he was an ass man and he had said I was lucky to have a wife with such a nice ass. Now here it was, exposed in all its glory for Phil’s admiration. Phil just stepped back to the foot of the bed and stared up between my wife’s still slightly spread legs. That’s when I noticed that Phil’s dick was really starting to get hard. (With a dick as big as his, it was hard not to notice!!)

“I’ll get some lotion” Phil said with a smile and left the room. When he returned with the lotion, I took it from him. Phil then held out his hands, I hesitated but then poured some lotion into Phil’s cupped hands. He rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion and we then began to give Tess a two man massage. Phil was on her left side and I was on the right. We started by rubbing her back and shoulders and then started to work our way down her back. Phil was taking his cue off of me, and just followed along as I massaged my way down to the small of her back. Looking at his black hands on her white skin was a real turn on! I skipped her butt and moved down to her feet, but Phil being the ass man that he was, could not skip her ass. While I began to give her a foot massage and then slowly started working my way up her legs, Phil began to massage her butt. I massaged her calves and then started on her thighs. I was working on her right leg and was watching Phil as he caressed or massaged her ass. He began to work her cheeks in a circular motion and her asshole and pussy began to wink at us. I had my hands on her thigh and with one hand on the inside and one on the outside I began to rub up and down her leg. With the lotion to assist, it wasn’t too long before my fingers were slipping between her thighs and brushing her pubic hair. As I pulled my hand back, Phil slipped his hand between her butt cheeks and he slid his hand up and down her ass crack brushing not only her pussy, but her asshole as well. His hand withdrew and was soon replaced by mine and I ran my fingertip up and down her pussy lips. I quickly determined that she was well lubricated. This time I pulled slowly on her thigh and Tess slowly spread her legs slightly. Phil then slid his hand back down and I watched as he extended the fingers of his right hand and softly teased her pussy lips. The tip of his finger slipped between her lips and I watched as he slowly ran his finger up and down her obviously wet cunt. He did this for several seconds and then slipped his fingers under her and began to finger her clit.


LOOKING BACK FONDLY (Part 2)


Looking Back Fondly At How I Became Black-Only.

The dance floor was always crowded, bumping into people. Once I was on the dance floor guys would immediately touch me up, hands everywhere, trying to get under my skirt, my nipples, touching my boobs. The dance floor was busy, congested and crowded with girls, guys. I loved it. A man would grab me close, pulling me towards him, bumping and grinding up close, his hard on against my thigh, one hand on my back pulling me close so I couldn’t move away, the other hand on the small of my back at the top of my butt. Sometimes a girl’s hand would join the guy’s hands in the swaying mass. I loved being the centre of a man’s attention, having his gaze on my body, fighting his hands off my private parts whilst trying to stay upright and staying sober. Sometimes my skirt lifted too high – guys could see the shape of my butt through my panties, hands would touch my butt and snake their way round to the moist area at the front. If it got too much I’d move away, yet there was always another guy to step up and hold me close. The more hands on me, the more I’d get turned on, guys would know it, and the more I needed to step away from the dance floor and sit down.

I’d choose one of the foot high bar stools scattered in 2s and 3s around the bar area. I’d just sit there and wait, excited about who would approach me. There was a definite ‘code of honour’ amongst the black men. If a girl was on the dance floor she was public property, girls belonged to no man and if a guy wanted to feel, touch, grope it was considered fair game by the other men. After all, they did the same. Once seated and approached by a man, girls were considered ‘out of bounds’ until the man walked away from the stool. The girl was considered his property. Strange in hindsight, but I didn’t fully appreciate the intricate ‘man rules’ at the time. I was always approached by a man within minutes of sitting down. I’d sit in a position where my legs were either side of the stool, not open legged but I could easily give a glimpse of white thigh, manoeuvre my skirt if I wished, and my thighs didn’t look so bulky side by side rather than one resting on the other.

There were girls all shapes, ages, sizes. I was constantly amazed at the number of stunning, absolutely gorgeous looking, well groomed, expensively dressed girls sat alone on stools. They’d break away from their friends late in the evening, make polite farewells, possibly pretend they were going home, then de-tour into the annex room, into the loos, then take their turn on a stool as eagerly expectant as the rest of us mere mortals, all of us black bait. I’d wonder if their friends knew they’d gone into the black bait room, or if they later bumped into friends that had themselves made polite goodbyes before sneaking off alone next door. I’d feel intimidated by the pretty ones, usually the same age as me, better dressed, could afford clothes I couldn’t and wanted to wear, slimmer bodies, hair in better condition, better grooming products. I felt shit being near them – they played on the insecurities I’d tried to banish – so I tried my best to find a stool away from them. I wasn’t unattractive, I’d consider myself no more than ‘average’ in looks and body shape, but nowhere as pretty, slim or well dressed as most other girls on stools. Looking back I reckon 60% of the girls were ‘A or B list’ a few ‘C list’ but not many, and the rest of us ‘D list’. I’d sit bolt upright so my belly tucked in. Shoulders back, bra strap tightened so my ample size 34c were perky, scared that my imperfections would put men off approaching me. All kinds of girls would sit on stools. Some worse for wear, drunk on cheap wine, tarty looking, yet an easy lay for men (that’s bitchy of me, weren’t we all an easy lay for black men?!). The ‘D list’ girls usually settled on the low settees in the darkened corners. I refused to sit on low settees as my seating position made my tummy tuck big and my thighs looked fatter than they were. Looking back, I should have tried to converse with them but I never did, After all, we were all there for the same thing.

By midnight only white girls and black men remained in the room. The ‘understanding’ was that if you weren’t interested in black men you made sure you left the room before the end of the change of music to slow R&B. Any girl making the decision to remain after midnight was 100% black bait. If you wanted black, you stayed, if you didn’t you made sure you went out of the room at 12. The girls knew it and the men certainly did. Sit on a stool, sit on the settee, then wait......


MAKING OF A BLK TOY


It all started 16 years ago. My hub talked me into trying blk cock. His name was Don. He was from Little Rock Ark, it was about a 2 hour drive. He got to our house and I met him at the front door. I knew from the start that I liked him. We talked and he had me come to him and he stripped me naked and took me to the bedroom and ate my pussy. Then he stripped and he had the biggest dick I had ever seen. He said he was 12" and he was very thick. I was very tight so he could only get about 7" in me. By the the time he left he was getting almost all of it in me.

So as he left he asked if he could come back the next friday night and stay the weekend. I said please do. This went on for about 6 weeks and during this time he took my ass. It hurt like hell but I got used to it. So by then I could take him balls deep in both holes.

I was a teacher so I had every weekend off. He said he was getting tired of the drive every weekend and asked if I could start coming down there some. I said I would every other weekend. The first couple of times my hub took me but got tired so I started going by myself.

He started me on piss games and tieing me up and some mock whipping. Then one friday evening he just got done using my ass and the door bell rang. He told me to get it. I said I am naked he said they wont care. I opened the door and there stood 4 blk males.

They walk up to me and started feeling me up then took me to the bedroom and gang raped me for the whole night. Then on Sat more of his friends came by and they used me too. That became the normal weekend plus he'd take me out and show me off. Take me to glory holes and blk bars. I loved every minute of it.

blktoy1957@yahoo.com

MY WIFE BETH AND THE TRUCK STOP


My name is Bill D. and my lovely wife is Beth. We have been married for 13 years and have 2 wonderful children. Beth is 37 and I am 39 years old. Both she and I have always been very active when it came to sex visiting local nudist clubs and beaches even after our second child was born. Beth is 5’4 with 36C chest weighing in at 150LBS, a little heavier than one would expect when thinking of parading around nude in front of hundreds of strangers but she is so beautiful and jovial the few extra pounds makes her that much sexier.

Over the past few years our sex life has waned somewhat as the daily grind of life takes over bringing with it responsibility and activities that our children are a part of. We were both feeling this lull and to say it caused some tension in our relationship is an understatement. This all changed earlier this summer on our way back from a family get together in Georgia.

We stopped for fuel at a truck stop that is always a buzz with over the road truck drivers as this stop offered everything from fuel, massages, laundry facilities and shower stalls. We have visited this truck stop many times in the past on travels back from Georgia as it is some 60 miles away from our home making it a great place for fuel and to stretch our legs. While I fueled the car Beth went on inside to use the restroom; after the car was topped off I moved it out of the fuel lane and into a parking spot on the side of the building. As I put the car in park I noticed Beth laughing and talking to a rather large black man that was obviously a truck driver as they both stood in front of a window in the laundry room. I sat in the car for a minute realizing Beth was flirting and flirting hard with this total stranger. I could not believe how horny this made me and the longer I watched the stiffer my dick became.

After several minutes Beth was saying her goodbyes when the black man moved closer to her giving her an open mouth kiss that was fully reciprocated. As this was being done he took the opportunity to give Beth’s left tit a nice squeeze while grabbing an ample handful of ass with his other hand. As she headed to exit the building I pulled the car around as not to give her any suspicions. Beth was very excited and gave me one her signature blow jobs on the way home collecting every ounce of cum in her mouth.

A few days had passed and nothing was mentioned about what I had seen in the laundry room window until the next weekend when Beth asked me during sex if I would like her to dress sluttly like she use to and go back to the truck stop for a little voyeur fun. Of course my answer was hell yes and I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for us. After a few drinks at home the following Saturday evening Beth came out wearing a very seductive skirt and top and her ever sexy lacy open toed shoes.

We arrived at the truck stop around 11 PM and for a Saturday night we found it not to be as busy as our last visit. I went into the lounge area and waited for Beth to make her appearance. About 20 minutes had passed and still no sign of her so I went looking for her thinking that perhaps she got scared. I quickly found her talking to an older black trucker as she headed for the shower rooms. She made no eye contact with me as she passed but looked so damn hot you can’t even imagine. I hung around the shower stalls to find her peaking out of her shower door asking some other drivers if they had any soap or shampoo she could borrow; several offered her theirs and as she accepted the door opened enough for them to see my wife totally naked.

One of the drivers pushed his way through the other 2 and walked right into the stall with her shutting the door behind him. I was shocked to say the least but what could I do now? About 15 minutes passed when her black friend exited the stall making his way back to his truck. The door was slightly left open and to my surprise the other 2 drivers went in and shut and locked the door behind them. This time the door was closed for at least 30-45 minutes but it seemed like a lot longer. When these 2 exited they were both smiling and as they passed me one told me about the whore in the shower they just took advantage of.

I waited no longer and went in next to see what condition my lovely wife was in. What I found will be etched in my mind forever; Beth was laying on the floor of the stall atop several towels with the most satisfied look about her. Both dried and still very wet cum plastered her hair, face, tits and what pubic hair she has still oozing out of her cunt. Her tits were red and bruised from being pinched; her ass was visible with hand prints from multiple slaps, her cunt stretched and swollen and her asshole visibly fucked multiple times. Beth just lay there freshly fucked, littered with semen as I snuggled up next to her hard and horny but still fully clothed.

I began kissing her and licking her tits tasting all the cum left there by her three lovers. I then took my place as the 4th guy to fuck Beth that evening, pounding her hard as I was slopping around in her loose worn out pussy feeling the left over cum from earlier that evening. I pulled out of her cunt making her clean off my dick then filling her mouth with a load and a half of my ball juice. As we left the truck stop Beth looking like a half baked whore. She looked up at me and said we gotta do this again; I agreed fully.

ddd904@yahoo.com

HOW I BECAME A CUCK


My name is John and I will refrain from giving my last name as this story unfolds because those that may know me, or know my wife, could construe these facts to be degrading and/or disturbing. If you had asked me a year ago, I might have even agreed with them, but now that I'm hooked, now that she's satisfied, and now that my daugh-, well, I don't want to give it all away just yet. It started about 9 months ago...

I work a lot and my precious 36 year old wife is very understanding, especially since that working lifestyle provides her with a substantial spending budget that she enjoys frivolously. I come home late, usually 8PM or so and typically leave in the mornings around 7AM, so when I say I work 60 hours a week, I'm really serious unlike some of my wanker friends that pretend to work long hours to make time for their mistresses and golf games. I very thankful that my wife, Kim, has her closest friend living just 2 houses down to confide in, shop with, and so on. Brenda is a 38 y.o. divorcee with short red hair that pretty much hates my guts because I wouldn't fuck her one night when we all were drunk back in college, before Kim and I married. She's never forgotten it and let's me know in private all the time that I missed the best piece of ass in 3 states too. Kim is totally oblivious and I want to keep it that way. So, like I said, I work a lot... but our story begins the evening of our 15th anniversary, a Thursday, on a night that I had planned on leaving work early to take Kim away for a long weekend... well it was a long, wonderful, awakening weekend for sure, but not how I had planned... here goes.

I gave my secretary the last of the memos to distribute to our office staff, put my phone on DND and hit the door. It was 3PM and I could just make it home by 3:45 if I hit all the lights. Kim would be surprised and hopefully horny too... 15 years was a long time, and I planned on rekindling a bit of the old flame with a little wine and dine followed by a long pussy licking that she was sure to enjoy. I hit our driveway on a rail right at 3:45 and the gravel crunched under my Michelins as I made my way down the twisty mile of wooded privacy. I always appreciated the ability to piss in my own front yard without anyone knowing it though the gravel sometimes washed out in the rain and became costly. Nevertheless we had our privacy and I was thinking about Kim's nice trim body, my dick wearing a hole in my slacks as I came to a halt just behind that bitch Brenda's Cadillac parked in my fucking spot. So much for my romantic evening. My cock went limp almost immediately. My surprise being ruined I shut my car door regularly and walked into the front door as normal. My wife and the bitch were nowhere to be seen so I went through the kitchen and onto the back patio to see if they were at the pool. There were a few half empty glasses and a red bikini bottom laying on a deck chair, but no half drunk women as I expected. I toed at the red cloth with my wingtip and realized that it was made for a man and not for a woman. My blood started to boil.

I stormed back through the house and listened quietly, back on the prowl, hoping to catch her in the act. My mind had already forgotten Brenda the bitch and I imagined my wife on her back with some young pool boy probing her insides. Just as I rounded the bottom of the stairs I heard a giggle and then a deep voice, definitely coming from upstairs. I slipped out of my hard-soled shoes and tiptoed in sock feet to the second floor. Our master bath had a door leading into it from the hallway as well as our bedroom, so I ducked into the darkness there to listen. The sounds coming from our bedroom were prominent and strange. "Get your ass over here bitch. You know you want this black dick. I ain't got all day."

I was beside myself. My wife was fucking another man and he was black. My upbringing was laced with bigotry and I immediately wanted to kick the door in and stomp some ass until Brenda spoke up.

"Baby, I'm comin, I'm comin, I just want Kimmie to get settled first... honey are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so, I just wanna watch you know," Kim said.

"Uh, huh," the man responded.

What the fuck did he mean by that, I wondered, but my mood had changed a little. As much as I hated the bitch, I always wanted to see Brenda in the buff and here was my chance. Fortunately the bathroom door was open enough for me to see the bed directly now that I dared to take a peek. There he was, stretched out on my fucking bed, naked and glistening with the biggest, hardest fucktool I'd ever seen. It was massive, standing straight up at attention with slick, shaved balls that were the size of small oranges. I was in awe. Brenda snaked onto the bed beside him and gave his cock perspective by wrapping her painted fingers around it and slowly jacking it up and down. His cock was easily longer than her forearm and the head the size of her clenched fist. I was jealous but my cock was starting to wake up again and now made a horizontal tent in my gray slacks. Brenda went about devouring the black monster before her, licking up and down, twisting and turning the knob to her man's delight. A moan escaped his mouth and then another from the opposite side of the room.

Brenda turned to Kim, who apparently was sitting in the corner chair, and said, "that's right baby, rub that pussy, you're going to want to cum when the fucking starts." I nearly exploded in my pants at the thought of my normally reserved wife stroking her love button while her best friend fucked the freak of nature before us. I guess my thoughts of the fucking transferred to the bull on the bed and he gave a swift slap of Brenda's face with his tool and told her to get on her back. She scrambled into position and spread her legs to reveal a slickened, hairless cunt that made me salivate just as the purple headed monster pointed into her hole and sank in. Brenda let out a sharp squeal and her face contorted into a large "O" as inch by inch disappeared into her body. My wife whispered a very audible, but low, "Oh God" and my cock grew to it's largest proportions ever, just over a measly 6 inches...

"You gonna take it bitch, you ready to take it, here it comes, bitch," he said as he dug his hips into her and withdrew them only to slam all 12 inches right back in. Brenda began to cry out with each plunge and just after he slammed into her a third time she yelled out, "Oh my god Luther, I'm cumming baby, oh my god!!!" He fucked her even harder until her toes pointed so hard I thought she'd break her ankles. Her screams were so loud the light fixtures seemed to rattle and my precum stained the front of my pants as I throbbed and jerked. Kim was overshadowed by her friend's ecstasy and the bull kept pummeling her like a machine until her legs went limp and still... the bitch had passed out. He withdrew his big, wet stick from her twat and stood up, shaking it toward my wife. "You see what a real man can do your white bitch. You want this cock?"

My heart stopped still waiting for her answer and when the nervous little "uh-huh" escaped her lips I felt a hook for hot fire ensnare my balls and keep my anger at bay. I wanted this now, I needed it, my cock would have nothing else. Kim slinked over to Luther and he put her right hand around his cock to feel her friend's cum. She stood 5'7" but only came to his shoulder and bent over to tongue kiss her mouth, his cock still like iron.

"B-b-be gentle with me, I've never had one like this..." her voice trailed off as Brenda began to stir on the bed. "Yeah girl, I'll be gentle, " he said. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he picked her off the floor and laid her next to her friend on the bed. Kim was completely nude already and I noticed as he lifted her ass of the bed to expose her pussy that it too had been shaven smooth. It glistened from her excitement and her beautiful feet parted to give him access. I knew she was on the pill, but the thought of him cumming in her scared me even so. He hadn't even begun to cum with Brenda and I wondered how long he could go just as positioned the massive head of his cock at her seemingly small hole. He bent over, whispered something in her ear and began to push with his hips. Kim began to squirm and cry out and then as her hole stretched she started to howl. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she cried into the ceiling and Luther snapped at Brenda to console her. Brenda turned Kim's eyes to hers and kissed her deeply. Luther took his cue and sunk more of his meat into my wife's body and Brenda suppressed the screams with more kissing and massages to Kim's nipples. Soon Luther's balls rested on my dear wife's ass and Brenda released her embrace to watch Kim's face.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Kim spurted between quick breaths, "I'm so full, oh god, I'm so full," she said in a panic. Luther backed out suddenly and her once full cavity became empty and then the longing and yearning began. Kim let out a low, animal-like murmur and Luther pushed back into her body. This process repeated 4 or 5 times until Kim's lets were wrapped high around Luther's back and the monster cock began to drill her with steady, deep strokes. Soon my wife's moans of pain turned into "Oh God's" or pleasure until her toes curled, her back arched and she screamed out, "JESUS, I'M CUMMING." Luther never relented but began to pound her harder, hooking his arms under her knees to life her legs higher. Her screams turned into high pitched squeals as he kept pounding her. Another "Jesus" and a "Fucking God" later Luther withdrew his cock from her and told her to get on all fours.

Now Kim had never been a doggy lover with me, saying it hurt her, but she sprung into action, fortunately facing my way. She bent over like a good girl and Luther quickly replaced her empty hole with his throbbing meat and her eyes rolled back into her head. Before he could start the onslaught, Brenda whispered into Kim's ear and my wife quickly nodded. Brenda slid under my wife in a 69 position and began a munch down on her clit. Kim was in pure heaven now and just after a strong orgasm dipped her before reluctant head into Brenda's gash and started to return the favor. 12-inch black cock and two sixty-nining women was all I could take and just as Brenda screamed out into their crotches with her own orgasm, Kim screamed out into the air as Luther rammed her home. I came into my pants what seemed like a gallon and had to grab the vanity to keep from falling over.

I came to after a minute or so of afterglow and looked into the bed. Luther was now back between Kim's legs pounding her with a fervor. "You gonna take this cum bitch? Huh." "Yeah, O God, yeah baby, O fuck I'm gonna cum again." "Not til I cum bitch, hold it back, hold it back," he urged. "I can't, O FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!" my wife screamed out again and this time Luther clenched his ass muscles and pushed his cock deep into her pussy and held it there, grunting loudly. "Take it bitch, fuck!" he screamed as his balls emptied into her womb. Kim kept cumming on his cock and held her mouth in a silent "O" while her eyes strained against their sockets. She was in pure fucking heaven and my cock was again standing at full mast watching her squirm underneath him. Every inch was buried in her now along with no less than a cup full of scalding, white cum.

After several minutes Luther backed out of her and his cock rested heavy on her inner thigh. He wiped the wet, mangled hair from her face and kissed her lips. "Was that the fuck of your life baby?" he asked. She pulled his face to hers and tongued his mouth before answering with a resounding and sultry, "God yes."

There I stood at a crossroads. I loved my wife dearly, but I knew I could never make her feel like that. Every question of masculinity slammed my mind at one time and the only answer I could come up with were the sounds Kim had made over the last 30 minutes and the overwhelming burning in my balls... I had just had the fuck of my life too, alone, stroking my engorged cock in our bathroom.

"So what're you gonna do when John gets home? Tell him?" Brenda interrupted. "I, I , don't know. I mean, I can't, it will kill him, but I just can't go back to the way it was, not after this." She eyed the black god before her and licked her lips. "I'll think of something, but for now ya'll need to leave... Brenda I'll call you later, and you, I'll definitely call you too."

I eased back down the stairs and slipped on my shoes again so I could back the car out of the driveway. The cum on my pants dried well enough by the time I arrived back at my house an hour or so later. Kim greeted me at the door. "Happy Anniversary Baby, Surprise," I said as she half-hugged me and helped me with my things. "How's your day been?" I goaded. "Oh, it's been fine... Brenda was here earlier." "Really? I'm sorry I missed her," I lied. "Yeah, she wants to take me out tonight, but I told her you'd be home and want to do something, so maybe tomorrow night?" I knew she wanted a rendezvous with big Luther asap, and so did I, but I didn't know how to let the cat out of the bag without giving away my leverage. "Yeah, that'd be great, you'll have a good time... so wanna go upstairs and fool around?"

"Oh honey, let's eat first, maybe later...I'm still coming off my period." Bullshit I thought, yeah a period of serious fucking by a 12-inch cock. "Okay sweetie, what's for dinner?"

Dinner was quieter than normal and around 6PM our daughter Sarah burst through the front door with her friend Megan. The were both in shorty shorts and tank tops, gleaming reddish brown from being at the beach all day. My uncontrollable lust took over and my cock swelled as I could see my wife of 20 years ago jiggling in those scantily clad clothes. Sarah kissed my red-hot cheek and my balls stirred against my conscience at the very thought of Luther taking a crack at her. What was I thinking? I quickly let the thoughts fall away and nodded at Megan as they scampered up the stairs and into their room.

The night was awkward as we did the normal routine, TV, reading, then bedtime. I noticed that Kim would rub her crotch every now and then when she thought I wasn't looking. I don't know if Luther's cum was leaking out, or if her pussy was still on fire from his massive meat. Either way, it made me want to fuck her more than ever.

Once in the bed, we fumbled around at each other's privates and I spent more time than ever eating her out, hoping for a taste of the cream inside, and she came a little harder and louder than ever before (with me) because of the taboo of it all I'm sure. After that I nearly came in her mouth after a few licks of her tongue and rolled her over for a quick ground and pound that lasted about 5 strokes. I nearly passed out myself when cumming and she acted like she enjoyed it, but I knew better. After I rolled off of her and she gave me the quick "I love you," I reached into the nightstand and lit up a cigarette. Kim watched in disbelief as I took a long, deep puff and blew it out into the night air.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "I'm getting ready to let you off the hook," I said. "What do you mean?" "I mean... I came home early today and watched you and Brenda and Luther from the bathroom door just over there." Kim went silent and slumped back onto the pillow with her mouth wide open. Tears began to fill her eyes until I turned to her and said, "Honey, it's okay, I loved every second of it."

To be continued...

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LOOKING BACK FONDLY (Part 1)


Looking Back Fondly At How I Became Black-Only.

Hi. I’m Hannah. I’m 42, married, and live with my family in Derby UK.

I’m happily married now to a wonderful man who I love dearly. I am writing about a time when I was much younger and, looking back with hindsight, unhappy and lost in my own dark world. It was late 1980s, early 1990s. I was a single parent with no close contact to my family, no job and no cash, and had a shit life in a cramped council flat on a troubled estate in Derby. I never want to feel as lonely and scared as I did then as it wasn’t a nice existence and I didn’t like myself very much, but in some ways I miss the exhilaration of the sex life I had at this time.

Like every other girl, I knew my place in the social pecking order. The gorgeous, carefree, well dressed, stylish, confident pretty girls were ‘A list’. Every girl classified every other girl, a subtle competition to be better than the girl next door. The unwritten law of my estate was that ‘A list’ girls only got ‘A list men’ as no self respecting ‘A list’ man or woman would risk losing their precious social status to be seen with anyone less worthy than themselves. There was a sliding scale from ‘A list’ down to ‘D list’. There were plenty of ‘A list’ girls living near me who were only too happy to arrogantly remind me on a daily basis that I was definitely ‘D list’. As I said, I knew my place. The more I was told I was ‘D list’ the more I believed I was ‘D list’. I slobbed about all week, rarely left the flat, dressed like a slob and looked like a slob. I only ventured out to shop, cash my benefit giro and visit my mum (who lived the other side of the city). I had no close family or friends and felt isolated and scared. I was a lost teenager with little self-esteem. I didn’t care much for my appearance and spent most days in baggy tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts. I was dress size 14, had very average looks, had black hair that I dyed blonde when I could afford the dye, I was overweight, podgy but busty, had a few cheap tattoos of favourite rock bands on my back and ‘gran’ in a heart shaped tattoo on my shoulder. I looked a mess and felt a mess.

Then it all changed.....

A neighbour got married and I was invited to the hen party. We ended up at a nightclub in Derby called the ‘Pink Coconut’. Anyone local to Derby and of the right age will remember it – it’s closed now but there’s still a nightclub on the site. I tried to dress myself up but I didn’t have the right clothes or the money to buy replacements. At the time I was dress size 14 (I still am today), overweight, with dyed blonde hair. I was 18 and had no money, so I stole a black party dress as I didn’t have anything else suitable for a night out. I hated the way I looked and when I was out in the company of other girls my age (mostly ‘A and B list’) I felt left out, ugly and that everyone was better than me. I wanted to rise above my ‘D list’ status. Not one guy chatted me up or hit at me. I hated it. None of the other girls spoke to me and gradually they all pulled and left me standing by myself. I didn’t even say goodbye and slipped into the loos to cry. I grew angry with myself for not trying to fit in, stopped crying and decided to stay, and drink and spend time on my own so no one could see how upset I felt.

I slipped into a side room of the nightclub called ‘Coconut Grove’ which played R&B music and was full of black men. It seemed like only 20 seconds before a cute black man had introduced himself to me, bought me a drink and led me onto the dance floor. I tried to dance but was staggered to be groped, fingered and touched up by different black men, all of whom were good looking, well dressed and smelled oh so good. It was an alien situation to what I was used to and wasn’t able to collect my bearings, collect my thoughts properly. I was finding it hard to believe that any guy would look at me, want to be with me, yet alone the attractive sexy men as the ones dancing close to me. I was accompanied by a gorgeous cool stylish black guy about the same age as me to a stool at the back of the club, I sat down and he stood alongside me. We chatted very briefly and almost immediately he asked if I wanted to have sex in his car. Without thinking I said ‘yes’. Seconds later he ushered me across the club, down the stairs and to his car in the adjacent car park. He reclined my seat, pulled my dress over my head, unclipped my bra, undid my knickers, pulled down his trousers (I remember he had no boxers and I creamed his car seat as his trousers dropped to the car park floor ), rubbed himself hard, put on a durex and power fucked me hard for 20 minutes. I juiced twice and suddenly felt like I was alive again, felt like I was a woman, more than a ‘D list’ girl, a sexual being that men desired and wanted. He came in me, removed his sweet dick, threw the durex out of the door, told me to get out the car and get dressed. I stood naked outside the car and dressed as quick as I could. I realised we’d fucked in the car park in the dark and there were people passing close by, but I don’t think we were seen and I didn’t worry about it. I watched him go back into the club, probably seeking another girl. I walked home alone in total elation, went to bed and woke next day determined that I wanted more of the night before. I loved the ego boost I received from the first decent man to fuck me. He wasn’t the usual pissed up, slobby ‘C or D list’ man, he was at least ‘B list, even ‘A list’. I wanted more...

So that’s how it started......

And it carried on every other Saturday night, every fortnight, from the ages of 18 to 24. It became a ritual. I’d drop my baby off at my mum’s house at teatime (it was only every other Saturday because mum went to bingo the other Saturday and couldn’t babysit). I’d catch the bus back home, have a long bath, trim shave my bits, made sure I was clean, smelled nice, looked the best I could, fixed my hair. The rest of the time I’d slob about at home, not caring about how I looked, but every other Saturday I’d do my best to look good, smell nice, stay clean and feel good about myself. I wore the same clothes every time I went out. A black thigh-length party dress which cost me £4 from Primark, the same white knickers and bra set that I’d wash the day before and only wear for best, and shoes or boots depending on the weather. I became focussed. All I thought about for two weeks was my next visit to Coconut. I’d drink cheap wine at home, put some music on and try to generate enough self-confidence to catch the bus into town. I ignored the other estate girls on the bus, simply thinking only of myself. They thought I was rude and a snobby bitch – they were totally wrong, I just didn’t have the confidence to speak to them, and anyway, they were ‘A and B list’ so they’d never initiate a conversation with me anyway.

I’d go straight from the bus into the Coconut. I’d be in early as it was free entry before 10pm and no queues. I’d go straight to the loos, take the panda pop bottle from my bag that I’d filled with cheap vodka, add it to a glass of orange, drink it straight down then find a place to sit in the main club room. I always went on my own. I’ve never been with anyone else ever – always on my own. Sometimes white guys would hit on me but they were playing the same ‘D list guy for D list girl’ rules. After the previous visit I knew I wanted better than a quick ‘D list’ fumble and finger fuck with a man I’d be embarrassed to be seen with. Now I wasn’t interested in white men, so I’d flirt enough to keep the free drinks coming then make my excuses as soon as they tried to get closer. The white guys were in large groups, with beer breath, drunk and loud, rude in conversation, arrogant and shy chat ups, and usually out of physical shape. Compare this to the black guys I’d dreamed about for the last fortnight – confident, well dressed, danced well, tall, slim, well toned bodies, drove to/from the club so didn’t drink and didn’t have beer breath, no beer bellies, no slobs, wearing smart clothes that fitted their bodies, expensive shoes, tight fitting trousers and shirts, no bad body odour, just smelled oh so divine, knew how to dance, wore expensive watches and jewellery, wore the right clothes labels, confident, wanted to get into my white teen pussy and knew how to do it.....

The main room (party, cheese, 80s pop) would fill up by 11pm. Gradually a few black guys would stroll around the main room, eyeing up the girls and making it known they were there, being seen. I’d wait until 11.30pm then go into the annex room called ‘Coconut Grove’ which played R&B and was filling with black men. You could smell the sex in the room. Black guys in small groups, keen to give the impression they knew each other, white girls in 2s and 3s, a few on their own like me. A few black girls, part of the groups of black lads, but they rarely stayed in the room for long. I used to stand briefly on a raised area close to the DJ booth. The guys could see me, the girls could see me. I was announcing I was there. I’d visit the loos, full of white girls, each with their own grooming rituals. Girls rarely spoke to each other, there was an unwritten rule that you respected each other but we were competing for the same men. I rarely had a conversation with a girl in all the six years I visited the club. I’d always find a cubicle, have a wee, have a poo, then wipe religiously down there to ensure I was 100% clean and there were no smells down there. Give a quick spray of perfume, touch up the make up and a final check of my appearance before walking out onto the side of the dance floor. Guys would immediately approach me, introduce themselves and drag me out onto the dance floor. It’s hard to dance properly after two bottles of wine and a half litre of vodka!


WIFE WILL MAKE ME A CUCKOLD TONIGHT


Tonight is the night my wife will make me her cuckold. It has been a long ride to get here. I am so proud of her and love her so much. She deserves this. If all goes according to HER plan, she will have her first new cock in more than 15 years. He's much bigger than me, which is exactly what she was shooting for. He's also got some experience in this type of arrangement. I asked her if she was more nervous or excited... she said excited. I followed up by asking if she was more excited about the pre-date or the sex... she said it was the sex for her. Both good signs I think. She's out picking up something new to wear. I'm taking care of stuff here at home. Of course, I have lots of things I want to see happen tonight, but ultimately, none of that matters. Tonight is HER night.

It was a day late... but worth the wait.

So the original guy flaked out. It happens I guess. We pressed on and found another... guess what... he flaked out too. But my conservative wife wasn't going to give up easy. She really amazed me. We kept looking and she found the man to make me a cuckold: He was 6' 3", 210 lbs and sported a super thick, 8 inch BBC. Her first black. She took it like a pro. Sucking and fucking that big black monster. He stayed for probably 60 or 90 minutes.

But that's not all...

An hour or two later, we had another man visit our hotel room... this one was white. Actually, he is still in the room with her now sleeping... I was relegated to the couch in our suite. This guy gave it to her good, but wasn't as hung as the BBC. He was super passionate with her though, and I think she liked that. I expect that she'll be fucking him again when they wake up. It was a good time. Her first time being shared. And as it stands now... she's doubled the number of men she's had sex with in her life... in one night!

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SUB HUBBY


How do I know she has interest?

Well a few years back I explained to her that I never want her to feel boxed in by our marriage. That if she feels the need and desire and attraction to another man that she has my full support to go after it. She asked me was I sure and I said yes. I went on to explain to her that it would be a turn on for me to watch her when her and her lover agreed to invite me to watch. That I would love to see how she enjoyed him more than me. She then asked if she could pick the man and I said of course. We fell asleep after further talking. About 3am in the morning she woke me up and grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs by her pussy lips. I touched her lips. They were so swollen they were hard. I never felt her pussy lips so engorged before. As I stuck my fingers in her pussy; her pussy was piping hot and loads very thick cum began to pour out of her pussy. My dick immediately stood to attention and we fucked like crazy.

Her Fantasy Man the type of men she is attracted to:

She told me that she is attracted to men that are at least 6'3 or taller; the taller the better; men that are fit and in shape. Although she is attracted to all races, she dated white men in High School and College, she is especially attracted to dark skinned black men. She said she is turned on by men that are smarter than she is; someone that is highly educated and can talk to her about other things than sex and the weather. The physique that she says drives her crazy is the physique of a Basketball player. She is a "crotch watcher" and has no shame in staring at a man's bulging crotch in public. She is turned on by well hung men. She got caught doing that a few times and I was with her. One time this dude licked his lips at her and another time another dude grabbed his crotch and squeezed it and stared very sternly back at her. She just smiled and kept walking. She is a closet freak that desires to be "Daddies little Girl" to a man that is Firm yet nurturing; someone that knows how to balance the two. She said she desires to be totally filled up "Balls Deep" to the point the man can't go any deeper; she loves deep penetration. I purchased her a 14 inch realistic dildo and when she got very wet, to my surprise she took that thick 14 inch dildo all the way into her pussy. I watched her as she moaned and squirmed and jerked and came all over that dildo. It was awesome.

How do I know that I am a cuckold?

My wife attracts a lot of desired attention from men. She loves attention from other men. Even, when we were dating 23 years ago, other men White, Blk and Hispanic would always be mesmerized by her to the point they did not even care if I was with her. They would approach her and strike up a conversation and I just sat there and watched and listened. I would not get jealous or envious at all. I did notice that I would get turned on not by the man but at the slight humiliation of watching my lady enjoy the advances and suggestive words they would say to her. I would often get huge erections and I noticed most of the men would be in the same predicament as me. However, it always ended with the man walking away and her and me walking away. As time went on if any man showed my wife the least bit of attention in front of me I would become extremely submissive to show them that I was not a threat and that I would not stand in the way of the pleasure they desired to give my wife. I masturbate several times a week fantasizing about my wife enjoying herself with other men in front of me and doing things with and for them that she has not done with me; Like Anal and swallowing their cum.

Sub Hubby in Illinois

My wife and I are 44 years old and we live in the burbs outside of the city of Chicago. Married for 22 years kids; educated professionals. Wife has not agreed to cuck me yet. She has not agreed to meet men yet either. She does not know that I am trying to find her a man. Our sex and intimacy life is zero. We have not had sex in 8 years; I'm a sub hubby. I support her and her career; I go to work every day and I do 95% of the housework.

Yahoo Messenger ID: Upinchitown

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I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH MORE


My wife and I had fantasized about her fucking black men for years, but she’d always tell me she’d never go through with it even though I told her I really wanted it to happen for her, and that it would turn me on very much. Over time, our lovemaking became stale. I was getting tired of the same old in-and-out. It’s not that my wife isn’t sexy, but I was growing frustrated with the fact that we would have great sex while fantasizing about black guys, but she never would talk about it when we weren’t having sex. Finally, I just stopped pressing her, we stopped fantasizing, and I spent night after night on my computer playing strategy games. At night, after she went to bed, I’d jerk off to images of white wives fucking big black cocks. I made sure that I was spent so that even if my wife tried to initiate sex, my cock just wouldn’t respond. She’d ask why my cock wasn’t getting hard for her anymore and I just told her I wasn’t in the mood. That went on for nearly three months.

Finally, I’m on my computer when she finally decided that if I wasn’t going to be paying attention to her needs, then she’d drive me crazy while satisfying her newfound craving for some real black cock. She came to the computer, dressed in a very slutty outfit, and told me that she had used the laptop and had made contact with a black guy on an adult web site. She announced that she needed to feel wanted and had made arrangements to fuck him. I figured it was more fantasy play she wanted and I was tired of holding out, so I told her I had a headache and went to take some “aspirin”. I had some Levitra that I bought just in case she gave in and I needed to get my cock hard, so I took one. She told me to take off my clothes and took me downstairs. Then she secured my arms and legs to our “Liberator” wedge and turned on one of my favorite slut wife videos. She slipped a cock ring around the base of my shaft and it hurt like hell when she pushed my balls through the hard rubber ring. She told me that “CW” would be waiting for her call, but she had some time to tease me before he came over. We had played this game so many times… this is where she teases me and instead of stopping, she just keeps on satisfying both of us until she gets my load deep inside of her… I wasn’t excited, but my cock was definitely responding to her touch.

Now that I was unable to do anything about her plan, she started the movie and began to lick my balls. She set up our video camera and began recording as she ran her tongue all over my cock and balls and looked up into my eyes with a devilish smile on her face that told me I might really be in trouble. She stopped what she was doing and gently rubbed my balls as she spoke softly to me.

"Honey? Do you really, HONESTLY want to see me fuck and suck black guys?"

"Yes, baby." (The pills had definitely taken effect and my cock was rock hard.) "Tell me how much you want to see me fuck black cock, because tonight I’m really going to do it if I believe you, or maybe I’ll leave you here all night with your hardon while I go out with CW."

This was a little racier than our usual banter, so I played along: “Oh god sweety. I truly want to watch black men stretch your pussy. I want to see you cum all over their cocks. I get so turned thinking about them cumming inside your pussy. I want their black balls slapping your ass while they fuck you deep.”

"Look at how soaking wet and puffy your slut’s pussy is. I’ve been craving black cock all day. Do you want me to call a black guy tonight and have HIM pleasure your slut? You want black men to fuck your wife because you can’t fuck me deep enough, huh? I want to hear you beg me to call a black stud to come over and fuck me."

Wow! She’s getting good at this, I thought. I am super turned on. “Honey, please call a black guy with a big cock to come over and fuck you. I want you to call your black stud to fuck you deeper and harder than I ever could. Please have him show me how to fuck you good. Pleasure yourself on his black rod and take his cum deep inside of your pussy. Show me how much you love to be black fucked.”

"You know, this is your last chance to back out. If you tell me one more time that you want a black man to fuck me, there will be no turning back. Now, I want you to be SURE about how you answer me. Do you want me to fuck black men?"

I thought for just a moment, but little did I know the repercussions my words would have on my relationship. I think she might really be serious about this. Let’s see. If she’s doing this for our fantasy, I’m going to ruin it if I say “no”, but if she’s serious, she’ll probably agree to it and we’ll spend some time looking for the right guy and I’ll still have time to think this through. At least that was my flawed way of thinking before softly telling her: “Yes Dear. I want you to fuck black men.”

With that, my wife leaned forward, kissed me deeply, said “I love you”, and placed a ball gag in my mouth. She fastened it tightly against the back of my head, and then slid a blindfold over my eyes. Finally, she placed a call… “Hi, It’s Lori… He’s decided, and he really wants me to do it, and I’d like you to come over… Yea, he’s here, but he won’t be joining us… No, but he may get to hear what we’re doing. I’ve got him tied down like you said in your email… Our address is… No, 1 hour is fine… I’ll see you then… bye.”

I felt her sopping wet pussy slide easily over my cock as she sat on it, but instead of riding my cock, she sat there facing me and talking about how this was the last time her pussy was going to be able to wrap tightly around my cock. “Baby, I’m going to be the slut you’ve wanted me to be. I’m going to make dates with black men, and let them fuck me whenever they want. Don’t worry though, you’ll still get to fuck me too. I do still love you very much, but from now on, your cock will only be allowed in my pussy once a black cock has used it and deposited its fertile seed inside of my womb just like we’ve talked about so many times. Only now it’s for real. Your cock is going to help spread his come inside of my belly, and your cum is going to speed his sperm straight to my eggs.” (I had a vasectomy after our third child).

This was too much, but I was unable to speak or move. My wife spent that hour telling me how she was going to cuckold me, and how much she’d really wanted black cock all this time, but felt I would be too jealous. She told me that her pussy is so wet just thinking of having a dark black shaft sliding in and out of her pussy. Then she told me that if I continue to spend more time with my computer than with her, I would no longer be able to have her pussy and that she would reserve herself for black men only, and I wouldn’t even be there to see or hear it. Then came a ring at the door, and with another kiss, my wife slid her pussy up off of my cock. This would be the first time her pussy had experienced any cock other than mine. She simply said: “I hope you’re going to enjoy what you’re going to hear.”


BI MALE FINDS A GREAT BLACK MAN


Wanted to tell everybody about this hot ass encounter I just had. I am a straight guy (or at least I used to be lol) who has turned into a slut for black cock. A few months ago, I was lucky enough to meet a guy through craigslist who sent me this: How u doin I need a bj... blk 5'10 235 6.5 uncut... Holy Shit! Hell yeah you need a bj! From me right now!

But the process to get him over was not an easy one. He said he'd never done that before. Said it was very late. Said maybe tomorrow. It wasn't until he asked me to tell him how it would go that I had him hooked. Basically I said "u come in get your cock out lay back and I'll do all the work, you bust a nut and then you go, no need to talk about anything." He read that and was like alright I'm gonna get in the shower and come over! Success!

So he gets there and I offer him the choice of bed or chair and he lays on the bed which is better cause I get better access. His cock was fucking perfect! Uncut with plenty of foreskin, and most importantly not a huge cock. Might be good for a pussy but my mouth works better on a regular to small cock. He was soft and it looked so good and felt so good in my mouth. I made it last as long as I could for him and he seemed to be on the edge for a while but he surprised me when I stepped up my efforts and he didn't get off. I had to work him good for another couple of minutes before he came. Man was it good, his cock is so fucking hot, his foreskin can come all the way up and over his cockhead even when he's fully hard. He was obviously luvin it, and busted good and hard. After it was over he got up, got dressed and left, perfect!

Told him he was welcome back and to hit me up. I sent a few emails his way hoping he would come back right away but no such luck. I tried a few more times for a couple months but still no luck. I figured it was a one time only thing and that he obviously didn't want to come back, although I really couldn't see why, I mean who says no to that good of an orgasm with no effort on their part?

But then, finally he texted me in response to an email I had sent. YES! I had him come right over. This time though he opted to sit in the chair, which I thought was a bit of a step backward. Maybe he thought the whole thing was a little too "gay". I had some str8 porn on (don't really have any other kind) to make him comfortable, but since I cant really see if he's watching from my vantage point so I'm not sure it matters.

Anyway the bj went great, felt I did as good a job if not better than the first. But now I was hooked. I wanted to call him the next night but held off. Till the next night, when I emailed to say I was home and ready if need be. No answer. Then again a few days later, no answer. Didn't want to press it so I stopped. Been dreaming of his cock and beating off hard remembering it. Thought just yesterday about posting this story after seeing a thread about mature uncut black cock, which really got me going again.

I was thinking about his cock all day and decided to proceed with a new plan to get him over. I would write to ask if he wasn't coming as often because of the price of gas. Planned to offer him a few dollars for gas if he needed it. I know he doesn't live far from me so gas is not much of an issue but I thought the idea of making a few bucks might be enough to sway him.

He usually plays late (around 2am) and I was thinking to myself at 11:30 that I might email him but decided it was bit too early. And then out of the blue, at 11:35 he texted me! For the first time with no prompting from me! On a night I was about to offer him some cash! HA!

So I invite him over and then he says "ok I gotta shower and when I get there I want you to be naked."

Whoa. Holy fucking Instant Boner! Here I was afraid this guy was feeling this stuff was too gay and now he turns all dom on me? Too good to be true! I wrote back right away. Two words.

"Yes sir."

Jumped in the shower myself and didn't bother getting dressed just put on some porn and waited. Now I had a little worry cause I like to suck cock but I sure in the hell 100% no way now how ain't never gonna happen not in this life time taking no cock up my ass. Not even a finger for that matter. For what ever reason I didn't think that was what he had in mind (and it wasn't.)

He showed up and I just stood there, naked, as he got undressed. I didn't say a word. Just stood there waiting for him, it was so fucking hot! He decided to lay down (yes!) and I went to work, and from the very beginning he was excited and went from a semi to full on in about 5 seconds. I was bound and determined to give him a blow job so good he would want to come back twice a day. After about 10 minutes of this cock and foreskin worship, he told me to suck him from the side, man I love direction! So I came up sideways to him and he pulled me even further around and started groping my ass. Now that's not doing anything for me, but it is in a way cause I know him doing that to me is doing something for him, which in turn does something for me. He grabbed hold of my semi and fondled it for a while and went back to my ass and grabbed and spanked it once, could have done that some more, I tried to indicate acceptance, but it's hard with a cock in your mouth.

I started jacking him with my hand, caressing his cockhead with my firm grip and his slippery foreskin, and he was making some really good sounds, really going crazy. Suddenly he said "kiss it, kiss it, kiss it!" And I did, it was so fucking good. I really love the cumshot in my mouth, love to feel it, hate it when the cock is too deep in and I don't feel it at all, but I do what the guy prefers, so sometimes I'm lucky and sometimes not. Couldn't get any luckier than this, kissing his cockhead puts my pursed lips and sucking mouth in the perfect position to literally suck the cum out as he is shooting! Fucking HOT! He shot a nice big load and I really worked him for every drop and really got that cock good and clean afterward, no that there was anything much to clean, I just really love to suckle that cock as it gets softer and that foreskin sags around it.

Just like before he got up got dressed and left. I never once said a word to him. Sure hope he's ready to come back asap!


UK WIFE'S FIRST (Part 3)


As we approached Christmas they had settled into a steady routine. John was fucking my wife regularly in carefully planned meets that Kathy was becoming more and more comfortable with. I think, looking back, that I was still bewildered by how well she had grown into her new situation. Our daily routines were very much the same with the usual family, friends and work. We had wanted something daring adding to our marriage and this was certainly it. I wouldn't say that it was emotionally easy for Kathy but she was definitely starting to accept the arrangement, just as John had said she would. We had to work it around our work lives and it was sometimes difficult if John couldn't always find a sitter for his kids. As such their meets were usually at the weekends. I looked forward to them hugely.

The pleasure I took in watching John fuck Kathy with his thick black dick was indescribable. A raw mixture of jealousy, arousal and intrigue as he powerfully used the woman I loved. For him, I knew it was about easy sex and fucking another man's wife. He would often email or text me with comments he wouldn't use of front of Kathy. For many like him the racial gratification was just as delicious as the available pussy. One afternoon I showed Kathy one of the Interracial forums John posted on. The shocked, muted response I got from her as she read of John's previous conquests was lovely, especially when she saw herself named as the latest. Nevertheless, her attitude was changed already and both John and I could see it in her manner as she sat, dressed to please, arm in arm with her new bull on our sofa.

It was Xmas week and we had been at Kathy’s parents all afternoon. They were nice people, sweet even, and completely unaware their second daughter was now a cum-dump for a horny black man from Derby. Despite her progress I could occasionally see waves of guilt swell up in my wife, especially when around her family and she would go quiet, as if thinking about what we were doing in terms of right and wrong. Since mid October John had been fucking Kathy bare. I had expected this turn and had not been surprised when he put it to her one morning on leaving our home. It was, for me, the right thing to do, not to mention very symbolic. Thankfully, Kathy was agreeable and before John's next meet had started back on the contraceptive pill. Subsequently, watching them fuck was more wonderful than ever, our black bull's seed often welling to the surface after sex.

John had also taken Kathy out several times. At first she had been reluctant, saying she wanted to keep it as discreet as possible. He had asked me privately to work on her and in the end she'd agreed, so long as it was not local. I have to say, waiting at home while Kathy was on a date was terrific. The mental side of cuckolding can be just as captivating as watching. Supplemented by occasional texts or a call. When we got home that evening John had left a couple of messages on our answering machine. She gave him a call back then came up to the bedroom were I was changing. 'That was John' Kathy said, a sexy trace of a smile on her face. 'Says he's been thinking about me all day'. She traced an arm over my neck and sat beside me on the bed. 'Sounds as if he wants to see you' I grinned. 'He wants to take me out at 8'.

After a quick dinner she went upstairs to get ready. I followed and together we picked out a neat, ‘v’ necked top and red skirt which was mid thigh in length and showed off her firm thighs a treat. Kathy has a wardrobe full of shoes and I selected some open toe heels with straps around the ankle. I'd always found them slutty compared to most of her collection. She got ready then paraded around our bedroom, deciding eventually to wear her hair up which went well with the outfit. There was a sense of fun like we were going out together but in fact it was all for him. She was dressing to impress her black bull. John turned up a little early so we had a drink in the dining room while Kathy finished up. She came downstairs with her coat over her arm looking great, a pair of diamond earring sparkling in the light. 'Mmm' sighed John, 'beautiful baby'. 'Thank-you,' my wife smiled turning for her boyfriend. They kissed once then she took her coat and handbag. 'I'll have her home around eleven' John advised me, eyeing her pert ass with a nod.

Having grown to know a few other husbands whose wives had gone black I went on the computer and did some online chat. As I talked about our recent adventures I could not have known what was happening in Nottingham centre. It was a cold night, snowy outside but apparently packed with Xmas revellers. At the second, noisy, but trendy bar John went to get drinks while Kathy went into the ladies. She'd found being out publicly with him more exciting than she'd thought. Somehow the idea of being married and dating black got to her more than she'd thought possible. She once said she felt as though everyone in the place knew what she was up to.

John had not been at the bar when she returned. She waited a moment, drawing looks from other groups of men then saw him chatting in a very friendly manner to another black man of similar age. Both, she said, were glancing over at her, laughing and clearly discussing her finer qualities. Kathy admitted that despite everything she felt a sudden pang of embarrassment and awkwardness. She'd never been subjected to anything like it before. This other man, as John later told me was one of his friends, Carl. Carl was 33 and he knew all about John's liking for married, white women. He was of Afro-Caribbean decent, stocky and well built with handsome good looks. He was also, I learned, engaged to his long time, black girlfriend.

Kathy told me the men came over and John introduced them. There was something about the whole thing that seemed bizarre to her and her previous emotions had gone by the time the very polite and commending Carl kissed her cheek and wished her a 'merry Christmas'. She said it was strange to have another person know their arrangement. Both men were looking at her like she was a complete slut. Again, something Kathy was not accustomed to. When John went to the Gents Carl licked his lips and Kathy already knew he was going to come onto her. 'Do you see other men?' he'd eventually asked with a flirty smile. 'Other men?' my wife had replied, surprise no doubt in her voice. At this Carl grinned sheepishly. 'John says you prefer....men of colour?'. I imagined my wife's heart was pounding out of her chest. 'Well if John says it, it must be true' she had replied a little angry that our bull had shared so much of the arrangement with a stranger. At this Carl had looked down. It was clear to her that this new man fancied her and even if it was just the atmosphere, she liked him too. By the time John arrived back they had already exchanged mobile numbers.

I heard the back door go a little earlier than I expected, switched off the PC and went downstairs to the kitchen. John and Kathy were kissing heatedly. Our bulls hand was squeezing and lifting her chest and hers were draped around his big neck. 'Looks like you too had a good night!' I laughed my cock already erect and demanding. 'This wife of yours' grinned John. 'Best looking girl in Nottingham tonight'. With a giddy roughness he turned and bent her forward over the kitchen table. She laughed excitedly as he dragged the skirt expertly up over her ass and wrenched her knickers down around her knees. Obviously the evening had taken it's effect and Kathy was horny as hell. Shuffling her feet apart the panties stretched tightly between her calves as she rested on her elbows, ass lifted and perfectly available. Fumbling his jeans down to his ankles John gripped her hips and penetrated.

Kathy was wet and stretched open to take him, her cunt lips parting and allowing him access. 'Urrgh....oh that's good!' Kathy groaned, her face tight and contorted as the wet length of black cock pushed in and out of her. She grimaced as he ground the shaft of his dick up inside her, drew back and thrust again. John started fucking her with strong, steady thrusts, grinning with delight as the table jerked inches at a time and gasps of intensity were driven from my wife’s mouth. There was aggression in John's fucking as always, his balls jolting as he stuffed his cock up inside her with meaty strokes. 'Oh John....just like that....that's it' Kathy whimpered, the muscles of her legs tightening as she came on tiptoes. 'Fuck....fucking slut...' I heard John mumble to himself. She was swallowing him up balls deep. I rested back against the kitchen base and enjoyed the scene, particularly of my wife's wonderfully displayed ass and the look of sheer enthusiasm on her face. I wondered if Kathy was thinking of another man she'd met that night as his hand gripped her shoulder and he unloaded into her with a series of short thrusts.

Several weeks later Kathy had received several texts from Carl. Innocent at first but clearly testing the water. There were no such consideration between myself and John however, and he told me privately how Carl 'fancied the arse' off Kathy and her 'getting more black dick' could only be good for her development.

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THE ADVENTURES OF JUDY AND BRIAN (Part 2)


She told me the whole story, and yes, she was attracted to him, and was wet early on in their conversation. He was already telling her in the Bar and Grill (BEFORE they went out to his car), that she needed to get fucked, and fucked good, and wanted to touch and finger her pussy while they were still inside. And it is AFTER THAT, they went out to his car!! WOW!!!

She says he really was turning it on when they were sitting in the car... telling her that I was a fool for letting her wander around the state of Indiana while I was 1,800 miles away and not taking care of her needs. And that since she hadn't had any sex for the last 5 months while she was there, she needed to let him take care of her. That it would relieve her "tension", and she'd feel like a new woman. She said she almost let him have his way with her, but she was a bit uneasy about being alone. She said she wished I was there.... I do, too!!!! She gave him a telephone #, but said it wasn't really her # at all. But, she did take his number, and he told her that when she came back up to that part of the state, that he wanted her to call him, and he would "take care of her" the way she needed. She said that when she finally got out of the car, William grabbed her ass and gave it a pretty nice squeeze!!!

Of course, the kinky guy that I am, I said let's call him right now! We'll make a 3-way call, put my phone on mute, and you and him talk. She said she wasn't sure... but you should have heard her voice when she said that... it kinda came across as "I want to call him, but should we really....??". I said yes, we should. She said she didn't want to lead him on, but after talking with her for a little while longer, she has agreed that it would be a lot of fun!

I'm pretty sure when she talks to him, they will end up phone sexxing each other. She likes phone sex, and launchs into multi-orgasm as she rides her finger on her clit. Pretty sure I am going to get an earfull!!

And once she has had phone sex with him, she would be even more comfortable about phone-sexxing him again.

And once she is even more comfortable with phone sexxing with him, and increasing turned-on by the thought of taking it to the next level, she would be more receptive to getting together with him, and would take that step with my encouragement. Who knows... maybe even end-up taking it to the level that we were headed with Stanley from California who visited Phoenix once a month or so... getting regularily sexxed when she is traveling back and forth. Her mid-trip BBC lover!!

We are going to pick a time to call William. I hope he talks her into coming back up to his part of the state and getting together for dinner/drinks/dancing. A date! She will be more comfortable having had the chance to talk with him... and of course, him seducing her mind and body. She is very sexual, and with my support for the idea, I think its only a matter of time before she is spreading her legs for William!


UK WIFE'S FIRST (Part 2)


'What do you think of that?' he asked proudly. 'It's amazing!'. Kathy gently stroked him between both hands then lay back on our bed and brought up her legs. She just wore the high heels which was quite a sight as he squatted down and put his mouth against her pussy. With a neatly cropped mound and tight, closed lips she looked very inviting. As she moaned he tongued her eagerly, gently jerking his dick with his free hand. Her eyes were shut and I could see the tension and apprehension still building in her body.

Kathy came extremely quickly, giving a long, vulnerable shudder. Her cunt was available and he knew it. Just another married slut now. 'Gonna fuck you!' our new bull grinned with sudden urgency, pulling on available protection from the dresser. He was stiff as a board as I watched, almost transfixed from the window. With her legs pinned apart neatly behind the knees Kathy made a series of desperate moans as her pussy accommodated him, reaching up and gripping his arm with one hand. 'It's big' she stammered, desperation in her voice. 'Damn right.... and your pussy's tight honey'. They each grimaced as he flexed his hips and penetrated deeper. 'Oh Jason!' Kathy gasped to me as I watched, excited and eager for him to really lay into her. I didn't have to wait long. In no time I was getting my wish. Kathy's first time getting blacked, hard and deep. Her body jerked violently as it took the brunt of John's fucking, the sound and scent of sex filling the bedroom. There was sweat already collecting on John's forehead as he grunted along. This was pure satisfaction for him. A new white wife to fuck.

'Here,' he grinned to me between stokes. 'Go around the back. Get a load of that'. I did as I was told, walking around and admired his black sack slapping on Kathy's glistening wet cunt. The way she was open and stretched around him was amazing. I knew I was going to be hooked. 'Looks good eh?' John asked between breaths, a tone of superiority to his voice. Seeing my wife filled with black dick certainly was. 'Looks good John!' I said with a croak. 'Damn right!' he grunted reaching up a hand to fondle Kathy's bobbing tits. Her face was still strained, taking occasional deep breaths that erupted in gasps. 'Mmmm you fucking slut!' he said giddily right before my wife came again in a series of wails. Her eyes were wet. 'Like that big dick, better than your hubby's eh?' John gasped as he humped Kathy furiously.

As I shut my eyes and listened to Kathy's desperate cries and grunts I knew we'd be seeing John again. Her groaning and the seeming limpness in her legs a sure sign of pleasure. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Reaching up she took herself behind the knees, holding herself open. John's ass was bounding up and down, the bed contorted downwards as he laid in. He was about to come and his strokes had slowed right down to a deep, intense pounding. With a last shunt he ground down, his balls flat between my wife's thighs and tensing in spasms. 'Yeeeah' he moaned, a big satisfied grin spreading over his face, slowing and remaining locked inside her for a further minute.

Kathy's face remained pale and there was a light sweat on her skin. Blowing out she returned John's smile, reacting as he tugged his dick out of her. Her cunt was gaping and John's load sat dutifully in the end of the rubber. Kathy was extremely well fucked. Bringing her legs together she sat up and pushed back her hair, wiping a tear of joy from her eye. His dick remained big and wet with pussy secretion but as he pulled off the condom there was a nice wad of sperm clamoured around the head. 'You enjoy that honey?' John asked contentedly. My wife nodded. 'Good because your getting it again in a minute!'. True to his word he did just that, putting Kathy over a pillow and fucking her hard into the bed from a standing knee position. If anything this next session was longer and certainly harder. I watched, hard and excited as my wife's body shook under the steady thrusts, hair jerking savagely as he laid into her. She was so noisy that I barely recognised her cries of 'Oh god.... oh god!' between orgasms. John was true to his online nametag. There was no way my wife was going to be giving this up.

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