After visiting Africa many years ago newly married we returned home without any speak about other men.
As the years went by and black white relationship are more often to see on TV and on the net it became an issue for some conversation of ours.
I was quite surprised she was very interested in these kind of relationship, and in a while sharing imaginations about interracial sex. One night she share with me her fantasies about black men. Ever since our vacation in Africa she has been curious about black men. Actually one african living in our hotel had been hitting on her several times during our stay. She had friendly rejected him time after time. The last day of our vacation she had met this black man by the pool. Without second thoughts she had been looking at him when he came up from the pool. I remember her excitement when she many years afterwards tells me about this and how he had been walking towards her making it very obvious for her to see that there was a lot more bulging his swim briefs than she ever would imagine.
Without my knowledge until quite recently, Sarah has been thinking a lot about that oversized bulge appearing by the pool. In fact she told me that this scene reappeared for her every time she saw a black man. I was suddenly aware the fact that my wife in secret had black mens dicks on her mind thousands of times during the past ten years.
When it became possible to rent and buy interracial videos I noticed an increase of her sexual appetite and her state of excitement. Understanding that matter made me unintentionally think a lot about her curiosity about black men. Still she is a little shy about those thoughts of her, but encouraged by the growth of related material from the web and press, she has confirmed that she would like making it out with a black man. Finally in sexual excitement she one night told to me a lot more than I knew about her sexual thoughts. Black men making it out with white females shows to be her absolute greatest turn on. In her imagination it's most often herself together with a black men she has seen from somwhere. After returning from Africa, every time she has satisfied herself, she had imagine meeting the 'poolman' that last evening in the hotel.
She would or could no more resist him, obsessed to what she saw by the pool. She also let me know that she had regret every single day in her life that she did reject this black stud, for more than a week during our stay. I was not sure about my reaction when she told me how she by the pool had decided to let the black stud have his own way with her if he came hitting on her again that last evening. When she told me that I tried to recall that last evening in the african hotel. Every second after sunbathing by the swimming pool she has been thinking about his bulge hoping to met her alone. Before she turned to silence she mentioned how very much disappointed she did recall being, having to leaving the hotel without meeting this guy again, blinded by any other thoughts than how his remarkable member would look and feel like.
Laying there awake beside her, I was thinking back to our vacation in Africa. I could very well remember the black man by the pool. He was making some conversation with Sarah, also offering to get something to drink for us. I believe she said no but I was thirsty so he got us something to drink by the bar. It was quite a while before he returned carrying drinks for all three of us. There was no way I could remember what we did talk about. It was very hot and I started to feel a bit dizzy. I recall my wife did some talking to the man with the drinks, it was that black man. If he was special, in any other way than black, I didn't notice. We went to dinner afterwards, I felt more dizzy during the meal and told Sarah that I went to our room. For a long time I tried to remember more from that afternoon. The next memory I had was waking up the day after. Sarah just returned from breakfast and I remember her giving to me a bottle of juice from the minibar before she took a shower. There was just a couple of hours till we should leave so started to cram some of my things. Usually I went to the shower five minutes after her, but she was not ready yet. I was finishing breakfast and had most of our stuff packed in our bags and suitcases when she came out from the bathroom fully dressed. Still I could remember the dress, it was the one she had been wearing when we travelled down there, she had not used it for two weeks finding out it was much too warm for a dress covering all of her upperbody, arms and reaching all the way to the floor. After some lemonade in the reception we went for the entrance. At the last table there was a familiar black man, he smiled constantly towards us. My wife was smiling back to him, she was really happy. I felt like a lucky guy and blessed the idea for an African vacation. The man was still smiling to Sarah. I turned to her while going through the big doors. The black man was still smiling, my wife had turned her head towards him. 'Something familiar about him', she turned her head in the same second. This vacation had been great for her, she looked more happy than ever. 'Oh, yes. We met him by the pool yesterday, she said.'
She continued, 'it's a pity that you got sick the last evening down here, but I am glad that you are fine today'...
It was late at night, I couldn't sleep. The white smile from the 'poolman' kept coming back to me, and my wife, about leaving the hotel that had been our home for a week. She said no words. It seemed reasonable that she was returning his smile even after passing his table right before the entrance. I don't believe there's been a minute since that evening passed without my wondering about that last night and day in Africa.
She has not told very much about those last twenty four hours. Only she felt sorry for me getting sick, sleeping the last 22 hours of our vacation.
Can't help being more and more sure about that she wasn't at our room that night and that something was mixed in my drink to make me sleep for that long....
Now I
hope that you can use the pictures and that I am about soon watching her with some very hung black stud at your site.
She still claims to be unsure if she is really ready meeting a black man. Hence to her fantasies I think that is strange, so I figured it out to mabe be the other way around. Maybe she is already having a black man or men keeping it apart from like she does with most assumable happened that last night in Africa.
If so, there is maybe someone knowing my wife already. I hope you will pay us a notice.
The other way around, if she never has been with a black man, maybe seeing herself in pictures with one get's her ready to do her first...
SEE SARAH WITH HER STUDS HERE
Black men are very welcome to get in touch with us. You can write to one of us or to us both as a couple. Everyone will get answer, you'll already know she would prefer hunged ones.
Have a nice day,
Harold
Please excuse my English!