My husband and I had been swinging for about two years, and had several ads asking for black men for me.  I wasn't working at the time, and some of my lovers worked nights, so my husband suggested that I have them over during the day while he was at work.  No arguments here.  

A married couple had just moved in a couple of doors down.  I met the woman at the community mail boxes, and we quickly became friends.  Her name was Cathy.  She was very sweet and attractive, with long dark hair.  We were almost identical in size, and even wore the same size shoes.  As we got to know each other better, she asked why so many black men were at my house.  I told her they were office professionals and I did typing for them to take a load off of their secretaries.  I could sense she didn't believe me, but what the heck.  

One mid week afternoon, all my house work was done, and I decided to have a glass of wine.  Cathy stopped by to bring back some clothes I had loaned her.  I offered her a glass of wine, and we started talking.  I had just poured our second glass when the doorbell rang.  It was Frank.  He was one of my favorite studs that came by often.  He saw that I had company, and said that he would come back later.  I told him no way; I'm thinking if anyone had to go, it would be Cathy.  I introduced him to Cathy and got him one of my husband's beers.  Cathy couldn't take her eyes off him.  Frank was only 27 at the time, and was tall with a muscular build.  He was absolutely gorgeous, and he has a fat, delicious, 10 inch cock that I could never get enough of.

  I couldn't get a word in with Cathy there, and she asked for another glass of wine.  I knew she didn't plan on leaving any time soon.  Wine makes me very horny, as well as bold, so I excused myself and went to the bedroom and took off my clothes.  I walked back into the livingroom naked, and told Cathy I'll show you why black men are always here.  I'll never forget the look on her face as I walked over to Frank and pulled out his already rock hard cock and started sucking it.  I looked over at Cathy and pointed it at her, and asked if she would like a taste.  She asked, what if your husband comes home?  I said he'll get his camera and shoot us all.  She said if her husband found out, he'd kill us all.  I said we won't tell if you won't.  

She just sat there with her mouth open staring as I continued sucking Frank's cock.  I told her she had better hurry before I eat it all.  Cathy stood up and killed the rest of her wine, and came over and kneeled on the other side of Frank.   With a long breath, she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock as I stroked it.  We passed it back and forth for a few minutes, then I suggested that we go to the bedroom.  Their clothes were coming off on the way.  

We had Frank laid between us on the bed, and we started sucking his cock again.   Cathy would lick down one side, while I licked up the other.  We took turns sucking on the plum shaped head and his big balls.  Frank was writhing and squirming like an eel out of water. At one point, Cathy and I lost our rhythm, and our tongues met on the head of that monster.  We must have had the same thought, the next next thing I knew we were kissing passionately.  

Frank moved, and said his lifelong fantasy was to see two women get it on.  It felt so good having a naked woman holding and feeling me up as we kissed.  After a short session of kissing and fingering, I told her to turn around and get on top of me for some 69 fun.  Frank was lying beside us stroking his cock the whole time.  I was really getting into my first taste of pussy, then Frank moved behind Cathy and started rubbing his big cock on her ass and my forehead.  I knew he wanted to fuck her, so I pushed her hips up to a better position and helped him guide that  fat thing in her.  God it looked so erotic watching his black cock stretch her pussy, as he slowly fucked her.  I knew she had never had a cock this big.

I kept licking them both, and Cathy was having trouble keeping her mind on what she was doing, but I understood; I knew what she was feeling.  I wanted her first black cock to be something she would never forget.  I kept licking them as Frank started fucking her harder and harder.  Cathy was breathing and quivering, almost to the point of spasms.  She must have said oh fuck, oh shit a hundred times.  She sounded like a wild cat when she had her first orgasm.  The next two came a lot quicker for her.  I then told her not to be such a pig, that I wanted to be fucked too.  

She rolled over so Frank could impale me.  I was so excited that it didn't take but a few strokes to get me off.  I could tell by the way Frank was was breathing and groaning that he was about to cum.  I rolled him over, and Cathy and I started sucking his cock again.  With a very loud groan, and damn, he shot one of the biggest loads I had ever seen.  It just kept gushing; we had cum in our hair, dripping from our lips and chins; it was all over us; it was awesome.  Needless to say we needed a shower.  

We started on another drink, but were sucking his cock again before we finished. It didn't take long to bring that thing back to life.  Then we had another steamy session in the bedroom.  I had totally lost track of time when I heard the front door open and close.  My husband was home, and he did just what I said.  He managed to take a few photos, but poor Frank was drained at this point, and Cathy had to hurry home and wash the cum off again before her husband got home.  

She called me later that night to thank me, and said she would like to meet some more of my guys.  Fior the next two years or so her and I shared many, many black cocks.  She and I had guys over to my house several times a week.  She would come over and change into some of my slut outfits, and the two of us would go to a near by black bar.  We almost always found some guys willing to come home with us.  Sometimes just one, and as many as seven one day.  The only complaint my husband had, was the cum all over the bed all the time.  

Cathy had become a bigger slut for black cock than me.  Well, maybe that's taking it a bit far.  My husband would even talk her husband into going out to shoot pool and have a couple of beers so Cathy and I could fuck some guys. He would call to let us know when they were coming home, so Cathy could hurry home and clean up.  But all good things must end.   Cathy moved out of state.  She calls often and tells me about the black guys she's fucking there.  Her husband hasn't caught her yet, and for her sake, I hope he doesn't.  I'm sure he would kill her.  I sure miss that little slut.

  I've enjoyed several women since her, but none as sweet and fun. We made the perfect slut team, and were quite famous in the dark side of town.  A lot of my studs ask about her all of the time, so ladies, you're going to catch a hot fever the first time your pussy gets stretched by a big black cock, but it's wonderful, so go for it.

                    You can see our ad in the Florida Section.