I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I
inspected myself. When smoothing my dress over my hips
the glint of my diamond and wedding band caught my
attention. I considered taking them off, but
remembering Carla’s comments about the popularity of
married women, decided to leave them on. I was pleased
by my sexy, inviting reflection. Having ample breasts,
I seldom wore a bra, and the thin fabric of my dress
seductively outlined my breasts.
I had spent more time than normal getting ready. I was
freshly showered and on an impulse I put on my wedding
and engagement rings resulting from the wanton thoughts
and desires that had taken over my being after another
year of my cuckold husband serving another tour in
Iraq. It wasn’t that I was cheating on him, it was what
he wanted.
I reflected back on the journey that had brought me to
that moment. I was raised in a conservative suburban
town. Growing up, I accepted without question my
parents’ belief that blacks were just as good as we
were, but as far as relationships go, each group was
meant to stay with their own kind. I would actually
feel revulsion when I saw a white girl walking with a
black man because I had been taught that what they were
doing was unnatural.
By the time I was in college, I saw some of my white
classmates dating black men, and rationalized that if
the races were truly equal there should be no reason
why they shouldn’t be together if they desired, but I
definitely felt it was inappropriate for me. All
through college, all my boyfriends and lovers were
white. I was curious; however, as to why I saw many
more white women with black men than the other way
around.
By the time I was twenty-five, I was married to a
professional soldier older than myself. I had been
attracted to him because he seemed so much more mature
than the guys I dated in college, and he was already
financially established. For the most part, I had a
good life. We lived in an upscale neighborhood. I drove
a Mustang convertible.
After ten years of marriage, he started saying he
wanted to see me being fucked by other men, and
suggested we join a swingers club, have an open
marriage and meet other men for sex. David used to be
extremely jealous and possessive and now this. He
thought he would become a better lover if he had some
competition. He is 6′, 180 lbs. with a respectable 7″
cock.
I’m of Middle Eastern descent, 5’10”, 38-28-38, with
brunette hair, almond shaped eyes and look very much
like the porn star Ona Zee. After several months, we
joined a swingers club. They had weekly parties for
couples only, couples and singles, and bi, gay, and
lesbian parties.
After six months, I was enjoying the sex with different
men, David and I were having sex more often than ever,
and he was better in bed, always trying to prove he was
better or just as good as my other lovers. Then David
received orders for Iraq in six months.
He said he wanted me to continue swinging at the
monthly singles parties, as I would have a variety of
lovers and he wouldn’t have to worry about me cheating
on him.
The singles group had four black members, younger then
myself. At the previous parties, we never had a chance
to meet, because I was always in attendance of someone
else. I use to look at them and wonder if what they
said, about black men being more endowed than other
men, and several of the ladies at the club said they
most certainly were. As I was talking with Barbara our
hostess, a 6′ well built black man appeared at her
side.
She introduced him as Derek, and said he was an amateur
photographer, who would be available to all members to
take pictures of them for placing pictures of
themselves Swinger Magazines or upload them on the
Internet at no cost to themselves.
Derek said he would really like to get me into his
camera lens, as I had a great photogenic body.
David and I talked to Derek some more and agreed on the
coming Wednesday evening at 6:00 PM at our place.
Derek arrived at our house at 7:00 pm Wednesday evening
and David greeted him at the door. He had his Digital
and video camera with him.
I came out of the bedroom wearing a matching black bra,
garter belt and shaved pussy, I knew she I was hot and
ready. I told Derek to take me into the bedroom for
some solo poses to warm her up before David would come
in for the action shots.
About fifteen minutes later, I called for David to come
in. Derek was laying, spread eagle, bare-ass naked on
the bed, as I was stroking his hard eight inch cock. I
told him to take the camera and take some pictures of
Derek and me.
He picked-up the camera and got familiar with the
settings and said he was ready.
I moved to Derek’s cock, looked at David and with a
smile or a smirk on my face, opened my mouth and took
his black cock into my mouth. I asked Derek how long
his cock was, as it was much bigger and thicker than
David’s was.
He said it was 8″ long and that some of his friends had
cocks as large as 12.”
How do you know that? I kidded him, are you bi-sexual?
He said that some of the wives that he had sex with,
wanted to gang-banged by three or four black guys, and
he couldn’t help but notice their size.
I stopped sucking his cock and lovingly rubbed it
against my face and said;
“Damn, 12?” That’s twice the size of yours David. I’d
love to have a cock that big, fucking me, but I’ll have
to work my way up to take something that big. Derek,
do you want to fuck me? I’ve never had anything bigger
than David’s 7″ cock in me. Anything you can give me
beyond 7″ is virgin territory, and will always be yours
until a bigger one comes along. Derek looked at David,
and I said, “Well we’re swingers now, open marriage,
and all that, swinging is about sharing and
experimenting with new lifestyles.”
Derek smiled as he said, “Once you try black, you never
go back.”
“I love sucking your black cock and I want to be your
naughty wife-slut with you, and be a good swinging
wife. I’ve always fantasized about having a black
lover.”
“Hun, I love your hard black cock,” I said as I went
back to sucking his cock.
David and I had discussed our fantasies, and he never
knew she had a thing for black men. David had several
black friends, and I never showed any special interest
in them over my other friends.
I was going to have to show him that I didn’t have any
previous fantasies. I would always gag when sucking
David’s 6″ cock, and would always act like it was a
chore to do, But, I was sucking more than 6″ of Derek’s
cock, and I haven’t had to gag yet. My saliva was
flowing now, and I was slowly sucking his cock, taking
pleasure in tasting every inch of him.
I looked up at David and said, “Are you taking some
good pictures, keep the camera steady, I don’t want any
blurred pictures. I’m going to want to look at these
pictures of me and Derek every day and masturbate.”
David was shaking, and he had a hard time keeping the
camera steady, I wish he had a tripod, as I continued
enjoying Derek’s cock. Maybe now I would give him more
and longer sessions of oral sex. Maybe.
Derek began moaning, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to
cum now baby, swallow my cum baby.”
I stopped sucking his cock, preparing myself for the
onslaught of his cum, but he told me keep sucking. As
he came, I tightened my lips, and swallowed about three
times, my eyes showing shock, and gasping for air as he
came two more times, his cum flowing from my gaping
mouth. When I regained my breath, I exclaimed; “I
thought you were pissing in my mouth, I never knew a
man could cum so much. If you fuck me, you are sure to
make me pregnant the first time you cum in my pussy.”
“Ok baby, are you ready to lose your virginity again?”
“Oh Yes, give it to me, let me feel your big, black
cock where it belongs.”
Derek got up, and laid me on my back, spreading my
legs, his still hard cock pointing towards the opening
of my pussy. “Tell me what you want, baby; tell me what
to do!”
“Fuck me. Fuck me with my first black cock, show me why
black men are so much better lovers. Make me cum for
your cock, make me cum for you Derek.”
Derek lowered himself, letting the head of his cock
home in on my wet pussy. When he felt my open lips
touch his cock head, he impaled me with half of his
length, and started stroking my cunt with ever
increasing more cock, until his pelvis was meeting
mine.
I was moaning, gasping, screaming, and yelling, as he
filled my pussy with his cock, for about fifteen
minutes, until he came again, filling me with his seed.
“That was the first, second and third time I’ve ever
cum, from being fucked.
David’s mouth was agape, as he heard this from his
wife. David never made me cum this strongly.
Derek said, he had to leave, that he was wearing out
his “Boys night out” time.
I said, “When can we get together again.”
Derek said, his white wife was a non-swinger, but she
allowed him out 2 or 3 times a mouth to pursue his
“needs.”
“But I want to see you again!” I said.
“If you still want to fuck black guys, contact Barbara,
she’s a slut for black dicks also, as are some other
wives at the club. Ask her for James’s phone number.
He’s young, hung and will show you a good time. And
after you experience James and you want more black
cock, ask her about Zebra Night parties.
After Derek left, I remembered that he didn’t take any
action shots of me, and David, and told him so.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got some money saved, and we can
by our own digital and video camera, and have Derek’s
friends take some pictures of us, and you take pictures
of their black cocks pleasuring you, ok? He said.
“You know, honey, I feel turned on to sex again. I
don’t mean that sex with you isn’t good, it just that
were so predictable with each other. Now, with
swinging, having an open marriage, and having sex with
other men, I feel like a little girl in a candy store.
I want to sample everything, boys, men, and women.
We had sex the next night, and I gave him the best
blowjob ever. When we fucked, I responded with new
vigor, moaning and squealing more than I ever did. I
wondered if it was because I was less inhibited, or
because I was fantasying about fucking more black
cocks.
During the next couple of months, I had sex with other
men that David and I met at the parties, but didn’t
pursue any black men, thinking I could do that after
David left for Iraq. After David left, I missed him
most, when I went to bed at night, woke in the morning.
I was to busy the first ten days, taking care of all
the things that David used to do, but as thing slowed
down, my craving for sex began to intensify.
It was another two weeks until the next party, so I
called Carla the hostess of the club, who was also now
a very close friend. I had phone numbers of the various
men we had met over the previous months, and I called
two of them, but they had dates that weekend. I told
Carla about them, and asked her if she could suggest
someone that I haven’t met yet?
Carla said she knew what I liked and was open to, and
for me to dress-up sexy, wear my black garter belt,
short skirt, 3” heels and a blouse that would show-off
my big tits and shave my pussy and she would call me
back.
My pussy was neatly trimmed, but she said to shave it.
I had shaved my pussy once before, and it felt so
smooth and sexy but it itched like hell when it began
to grow again. I had time so I shaved it baby smooth
again.
Carla returned my call forty-five minutes later saying
that my date, “James” would meet me in the parking lot
of a singles bar at 7:00 PM.
I asked her if he was the same James that Derek had
told me about?
She said possibly. She had given him my name and what
kind of car I would be driving. She said he was prime
meat, a “A” lover and not to worry about anything, that
he was a perfect date and was certified safe and clean
of any diseases. She also invited me for coffee Tuesday
afternoon after work to discuss my date with James and
also meeting other men while David was away.
I said thanks, hung-up, and continued dressing. When I
was ready, I reviewed my efforts in the mirror. I wore
bright red lip-gloss that accented my full lips and
David had said invited my lips to be kissed. I also
wore one of David’s white shirts, tucked into the waist
of a short black skirt that had slits on both sides and
under that my black garter belt, beige stockings and 3″
heels that made me 6’1″ tall.
I arrived at the parking lot 10 minutes early, and
prepared to wait, thinking more about what disasters
that may wait, than anything positive. A shadow fell
over the hood of the car, then a gentle tapping on
glass and a deep baritone voice calling my name through
the partially open passenger window. “James?” I
questioned.
He said yes.
I unlocked the door and he slid into the passenger
seat. He was a large man, broad shouldered, over six
feet tall, short military cut hair and very, very
handsome. I tried to speak, tried to say something, but
I just said, “Handsome!”
He said, “I’m very glad to hear you say that, you’re a
very, very beautiful woman.” He said he was in the
military, never married, but came very close a couple
of times, lived in the barracks, and that he had
promise his friend that he could use his car, as he had
planned on going out with the guys tonight.
I said, “I don’t believe you don’t have a different
woman every day of the week?”
He said, “I enjoy being with the ladies, but like to
balance it by going out with the guys every once in a
while.”