THE EROTIC LIFESTYLE OF CHARLES & BETTY

What we like most is the supply and demand. Big beautiful black ones are everywhere just waiting for an invite to please a white pussy. My mate can't get enough of seeing me take on one or more. Once the word got around that I was not only willing, but anxious to spread for Black, the word of mouth brought more guys than we could ever believe. They make me feel like a Queen. I have some straight friends who, if they knew, would say "Those Blacks are just USING YOU". Well let me tell you, it is just the opposite. It is I who am using them.

BETTY'S FIRST

As for my first black Cock...... it was on a guy named Dean. He was a computer programmer who had just moved here from Austin. He had an ad running in one of the local Swinger magazines and the ad sounded like just what we were looking for. Charles and I had been talking for months about the idea of me trying a Black. I'd never had one, but I have to admit, I'd thought about it a lot. Being born and bred in the Texas Bible belt, I'd been taught that one would burn in hell for even thinking about such a forbidden subject. Nevertheless, I had my own personal fantasies going and this was one of them. I'd always heard that Blacks were well endowed and I enjoyed many masturbation sessions thinking about a huge Black Cock tearing me apart.

We met Dean after several exchanges by mail and two or three visits by phone. We wanted to take it slow and be sure this was what we wanted without rushing into it and maybe ruining it by being too eager. Let me tell you, the wait was worth it and by the time we walked in the door of the Motel, my pussy was moist and I knew this was something I just had to try.

Dean was a perfect gentleman and we were at ease with him right away. He was a fine specimen of manhood. Just under six feet and about 165 and BLACK as coal. In fact he was so black he actually had a purple tint to his skin which in contrast to my white skin made the union all that more exciting. Dean wasn't pushy at all and in fact we sat and had small talk for over an hour while I kept thinking.... why doesn't he make a move on me? He sat in a chair by the door and after what seemed like a lifetime, I decided, if I was to get my first Black Prick that evening, I'd better be the aggressor.

So I stood up and walked over to where he was sitting and knelt between his legs. I placed my right hand on his crotch and felt him starting to get hard. I asked.... Do you mind? He spread his legs wide and I unzipped his pants and reached in and got a handful of Black meat. It sort of sprang out when I set it free. I knelt there and just looked at it for several seconds. I'd waited a lifetime and here I was with my fantasy in my hand.... and it was everything I had dreamed it might be. It was cut and I liked that. It was about nine inches long and the head was really purple as compared to the black shaft. I sat there stroking it for several minutes while Dean relaxed and just leaned back with his eyes closed and enjoyed my getting acquainted with it.

Charles was sitting on the bed, eyes wide and loving every stroke. Dean was nice and clean and smelled of soap. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it another minute I leaned forward and took the head of it in my mouth. I'd been stroking it and looking at it and my throat was actually starting to ache from my wanting to suck it so bad.

Well, suck it I did and it was every bit as exciting as I had imagined. It didn't take but a moment for me to get past that purple head and take about two thirds of it down my throat. Needless to say Dean liked that and Charles loved watching it. To make a long story short, a few minutes later I was spread eagled on the bed with two horny men working on me from head to toe. Dean turned out to be a good Pussy eater as well as a slow deep fuck. I can honestly say, my first Black was everything I had hoped it would be and more.

Dean came three times that evening in a little over an hour. The first time was in my mouth and this was before I learned to swallow and I almost strangled on his load of cum. The second time he knelt over me and fucked me between the titties and shot a load up onto my neck. Charles asked if he had one more for me and Dean sort of nodded a yes and got on top of me. I had to work for this one, but it was pure pleasure and in ten minutes I felt him stiffen all over and he dumped a load deep inside my pussy.

As soon as Dean rolled off and lay still, Charles was on me like white on rice and plugged his Dick into a well lubricated hole. It only took three of four jabs and Charles unloaded his cum in there on top of Dean's. Charles has always enjoyed being the last to fuck me when I have had one or more loads of cum in me. The sloppy cum filled Cunt only made him more excited. I can remember like it was yesterday and this happened over twenty years ago........ when I stood up to go to the bathroom to clean up, two loads of man cum was running down the inside of both thighs. What a memory.

We parted that evening with a plan to meet again and soon, which we did off and on for a few years and until Dean moved back to Austin. He was single at the time and I believe he had a girlfriend in Austin that he eventually married. I can remember the ride home and the juicy, tender pussy I was sitting on. I also remember that before I went to sleep that night I kept going over in my mind what had happened and I fingered myself off one more time.

You wanted to hear about the first one... well this was it. There have been many more since then, but Dean still stands out in my memory bank as the one that started the addiction.

Hope this didn't bore you. I swear every word is true. When I started to tell this story, I didn't intend for it to be a book, but I got caught up in a pleasant memory and couldn't find a place to stop. Sorry.

CHARLES WRITES

Just discovered your site and am greatly relieved to find I am not the only kook in the world who has fantasies of seeing his wife or lover plowed deep by a massive black cock. I'd thought I was all alone out here in my perverted little world, but reading stories from other men and women gives me a sense of belonging.

My wife and I have been married for almost forty years and our best sex ever has been when role playing was involved. Usually I play the submissive role where the wife degrades the husband for his lack of a sizable penis and declares that she has had enough of hurting her back reaching for that tiny little cigarette peter and is going to get dressed in heels and hose with a see through top and head for the nearest Black Club and see if she can find some action.

We live in a small town, but fortunately we are only an hour away from a sizable city where any sort of entertainment can be had if one knows where to look. This may sound cruel to some, but for us it is the catalyst that makes us both hot. She then dresses in her Slut garb and I drive her into town and to a club where we have been many times and where we know most of the patrons. The game plan is, for her to enter alone and sit at the bar. I follow a few minutes later and take a seat in a booth off to one side where I can be discreetly hidden, but yet watch the attention she gets from the studs.

We never have to wait very long, because as I said, we do know a lot of the people and our friends know the game we are playing and usually by the time I am seated and order a drink, the guys are swarming around this white pussy like flies to a dead horse. This makes her feel like a Queen as she knows she is in demand and that before the evening is over, she will have been used as a whore for my pleasure as much as for her own.

The fact that these big bucks are, each in his own way, coming on to her is a great thrill for me. I by now have a raging hard on and while my cock is not in the class with those black monsters, it does feel just as good to me as I sit there watching every move and gently stroking it. I say gently, because if I ever really pressed it, I'd shoot off, and I want this to last all evening and knowing that when I get her home, she will be mine alone. Granted, she will be full of Black man cum in every hole, but she will be satisfied and eager to please me as she relates the happenings of the evening from her perspective.

Then one by one they ask her to dance and as they move onto the floor for some slow crotch rubbing to a slow tune, I sit and watch. The Club is quite dark and usually very crowded and there are no restrictions on how sexy the ladies can get. The only real rule is that "No means no" . My wife isn't the only one playing this seductive game. This Club attracts a lot of single white ladies and as anyone knows, you get the ladies there and the men will soon follow. My wife and I often refer to the Club as the Meat Market.

Within twenty minutes of dancing and small talk, my wife will have decided on her first partner of the evening. She will pass by my table and wink as she and her victim take a seat in the booth section across from where I'm sitting. I quietly watch as she kisses him with one of those long tongue workouts and then nibbles at his ears and I see a white hand sneak toward his crotch area. Then I see a black hand cover one of her now exposed breasts and gently rub and pinch the nipple. My cock is rock hard now and it is all I can do to keep from jacking it off right here and now. But, knowing what is in store for me, I look away and try to get this off my mind. But, looking away doesn't help much, for in almost every booth there is the much the same scene. White women everywhere caught up in a frenzy of wanton sex.

I look back to my wife, and the booth is empty. I then glance toward the front door just in time to see her exit with her Black lover of the moment with his black hand gently stroking her cute ass. The next twenty minutes are pure unadulterated torture for me. I know exactly what is happening in the back of my van in the parking lot. We've played this scene so many times over the years and with a few variations, it is always the same and always very much of a turn on for me. Just knowing that my Slut wife is being fucked by a black cock and begging for his cum, never fails to excite me.

As I watch, right on cue, they re-enter the front door arm in arm. He kisses her and bids her bye as she returns to the bar stool and to her waiting harem. Then one by one the scene is repeated over and over again as the Mother of my children and my favorite person in the whole world, reels in the line with a big black piece of meat on the hook every time. There are never any problems of guys being pushy and getting out of line, as the regulars quickly explain to the would be stranger... "Man, don't worry, there is enough white pussy there for everyone."

It is always exciting when she seduces a new one. They come on to her thinking they have been the aggressor. Little do they know that she is the spider and that they are only the flies.

Now that we have found the site that agrees with our lifestyle, we will post more stories of individual true stories and go more into the dirty details. We've only hit the high points here of our Kinky little world.

Sexy Texas Seniors