No one from our small east coast town had any idea one
of our classmates would be coming home on military
leave to attend our belated fifth year high school
class reunion. Having come all the way across the
Pacific Ocean from the Indian Ocean and immediately
flying home across the United States this classmate
easily won the gag gift for traveling the longest
distance to attend our reunion. A whirlwind courtship
followed his unexpected return for our class reunion
and the weekend before the end of his month vacation we
were married.
Completing five years of sea duty my new husband’s
shore assignment for the next two years was only one
and a half hours driving time away from home. Even
though now married, except for three weekends a month
my life changed very little. I still lived at home with
my parents, worked at the same job since high school,
attended night classes and hung out with friends on the
one weekend each month my husband had to remain at the
base.
Rotating back to sea duty he opted to return aboard
ship on the west coast. This would be my first time
away from family and life-long friends. Finally we were
able to enjoy a real honeymoon while driving across the
United States to the military base.
We found a reasonably priced apartment complex catering
to transient military families. The wives arrived and
departed too quickly to form any significant
friendships. I was shocked and dismayed wife swapping
seemed so prevalent after noticing several wives and
their husbands leaving weekend parties with someone
else’s spouse.
Knowing very little about military life the base family
service was a big help. The center’s orientation
program emphasized monetary savings at the base
department store (exchange), grocery store (commissary)
and gas station in comparison to shopping on the local
economy. Marrying a rapidly promoted enlisted combat
veteran put us near the top of the base quarters
waiting list.
Even though married almost three years, I still felt
like a deliriously happy newly wed moving into base
housing. Six months after the arriving on the west
coast I found myself facing the unwelcome prospect of
our idyllic life being interrupted.
My husband’s ship leaving for at least nine month and
possibly longer deployment to the Western Pacific and
Indian Oceans tempered my wedded bliss. Leaving me
alone far away from home and life-long friends I had
always hung out with I couldn’t help wondering whether
or not marriage with a career military man was a
mistake.
It didn’t take long after my husband was gone to
realize I had too much free time on my hands. Attending
a Family Services Center seminar designed to assist
displaced wives in transferring acquired work skills
motivated me to apply for civil service job openings on
the base. Since boredom was eating me alive from the
inside out I completed and submitted the cumbersome
federal civil service application.
Within a month I was interviewed for a clerk position
at the base administration office and a week later was
offered an entry-level position. Male and female
military and civil service personnel staffed the
offices. The division director was nearing retirement
and my immediate mentor was also a military wife.
Boring days were a thing of the past. However, I
absolutely hated sleeping in an empty bed every night
instead of once every four nights. Each lonely night I
fitfully tossed and turned in that empty bed too well
aware of the irony that I was an attractive blonde
living without intimate companionship on a military
base among so many physically fit men.
Not having been sexually promiscuous before marriage my
naivet’ enabled me to remain aloof with sailors coming
to our office for assistance. My mentor, Debbie,
couldn’t believe I seemed unaware of them checking me
out. Likewise outside of work I habitually ignored
lecherous sailor’s lewd and crude comments.
A few weeks before my husband’s return Debbie invited
me to the base Acey-Duecy Club. We were celebrating her
husband’s last night as a First Class Petty Officer.
His promotion to Chief was bitter sweet due to being
transferred aboard one the ships in the carrier battle
group scheduled to relieve my husband’s group.
My married co-worker’s husband’s ship left two weeks
later. Four days later Debbie surprisingly suggested we
go to Happy Hour at the Acey-Duecy Club. Naively I
failed to consider how much attention two unescorted,
attractive women would attract in a club full of senior
petty officers.
While I habitually ignored lecherous sailor’s hitting
one me, I admired the much more experienced Debbie
fending off many sailor’s overtures. Much to my chagrin
Debbie outwardly seemed unruffled by flirtatious black
sailors hitting on us at our table. Upon realizing my
discomfort, she leaned over and asked me, “Why make
yourself miserable ignoring them?”
Interrupting my feeble, “but we’re married” response,
she countered with, “Openly bantering with black
sailors keeps white wolves unwanted attention at bay.”
Seeing my confusion Debbie astonishingly clarified,
“Especially since white wives with black men is such a
forbidden taboo, what’s wrong with letting white men
wondering about whether black men are bigger and better
is myth or truth work for us?” Imagine my shock upon
Debbie suggesting, “I’m willing to bet you’ll not be
able to help getting really turned on by incomparably
well-hung black sailors sooner than you think!”
My initial impulse was to get away from Debbie and
leave the club. Although astounded by her audacity, it
just wasn’t in my upbringing to be so rude. For the
rest of that first night together at the Acey-Duecy
Club I quietly observed her provocative interactions
with several black men stopping by our table.
Not yet establishing a close relationship with any new
neighbors left me unable to confide the unnerving
concerns over the blatantly sexual interest shown
toward Debbie and me by black sailors at the Acey-Duecy
Club. Having been raised in a predominantly white rural
setting I was equally unable to discuss their unwanted
attention with friends back home during calls.
Throughout the next week I equivocated back and forth
over whether or not to go to another Happy Hour with
Debbie. Yet when the Friday afternoon invitation came,
I didn’t think twice about accepting. Having become
familiar the prior week with what to expect, I found
myself being congenial whenever she introduced me to a
few of the black sailors stopping by to chat.
By the third Friday I cautiously bantered with a few
black sailors whom I remembered being introduced to the
prior week. The presence of a live band helped
encourage me to accept invitations to dance fast
numbers with some of the black men. However, with my
mind on my husband’s return the next week I declined
every request for a slow dance and left the club before
the closing set of three slow numbers.
Months of long, fitful nights alone in bed were over as
I saw my husband coming down the gangway onto the pier.
With my husband home we resumed our normal passionate
sex three out of every four nights and three weekends
each month. Ten months later my husband’s battle group
received deployment orders.
All too soon my husband’s ship was ready to leave. With
a saddened heart I once again stood on the pier. I
couldn’t hold back the tears of despondency as I
watched his ship until it was a haze gray speck on the
horizon.
Even though Debbie tried hard to console me, I couldn’t
help being bitter knowing within a month her husband
would be home. Neither of us had any qualms about going
to Friday evening’s Happy Hour reprieve at the Acey-
Duecy Club. Not only did I enjoyably fast dance, but
also the occasional inadvertent pubic contact while
slow dancing with several black sailors, at least on my
part, reminded me about white men wondering about
whether black men are bigger and better is myth or
truth.
Slow dancing more often the next Friday evening assured
me Debbie was truthful about the black men being better
hung than any white man with whom I had been sexually
familiar including my husband. Just like my husband’s
prior deployment I fitfully tossed and turned in the
lonely bed each night. Only that weekend and every
night thereafter I couldn’t seem to resist increasingly
fantasizing about sailors with big black cocks.
During a lunch break at work a month after my husband’s
departure I admitted to my mentor and co-worker she had
won her bet. Unsure of what I meant, I reminded Debbie
last year she had told me, “I’ll not be able to help
getting really turned on by black sailors being so
well-hung sooner than I think.” The very next day at
lunch Debbie presented me with a beautifully gift-
wrapped present instructing me not to open her special
gift until I got home that night.
For the remaining months of my husband’s deployment my
sexual arousal steadily increased anticipating Friday’s
Happy Hour at the Acey-Duecy Club. Provocatively I
tightly pressed my pubic mound to every black slow
dance partner’s unmistakably big cock bulge. Afterward
I went home alone to salaciously enjoy Debbie’s
beautifully gift-wrapped nine-inch black dildo not only
ecstatically alleviating my sexual frustration, but
also steadily eradicating any remaining inculcated
racial prejudice.
Never having actually forsaken our marital vows for
those long months I was elated to see my husband coming
down the gangway onto the pier. Operational demands on
the Pacific fleet necessitating unusually long in port
working hours, including Saturdays more often than not,
were not the only devastating news for our reunion.
Because I loved my husband, and that’s what counts, our
marital sex should have been as good as before this
last deployment.
In spite of my upbringings once ingrained racial
aversion flirtatious black sailors at base
administration kept me feeling attractive and desirable
with flattering attention I should have been getting
from my husband. Subtly I encouraged the lecherous
interest of intriguing black sailors hitting on me at
work. Months of secretly alleviating sexual frustration
with Debbie’s gift conditioned me to accept prior
passion with my husband could no longer be matched
unless fantasizing our marital sex was a black fucking.
Once again I stood on the pier and watched his ship
until it was a haze gray speck on the horizon. Only
this time I didn’t have tears of despondency knowing I
would provocatively slow dance with black sailors at
the Acey-Duecy Club on Fridays. As soon as well hung
first and second class black petty officers have my
married white pussy hot and wet enough to fully enjoy
my favorite black fucking substitute I intended to
leave the Acey-Duecy Club in order to remain faithful
to my marriage vows.
Discovering an unfamiliar carton in the carport storage
shed I naively believed we somehow overlooked opening a
box during our move. The contents astounded me.
Presuming my husband hid this box while the ship was in
port, undoubtedly in his hasty departure he forgot to
take his until now secret stash of pornography.
Initial repugnance and slamming the offending carton
into the storage shed gave way to curiosity over the
course of the next week. Retrieving the carton after my
commissary shopping Saturday morning I took the small
box into our bedroom and emptied the contents. Eight
well-worn paperback novels fell out into a pile on the
bed.
Rifling through the pile I couldn’t help finding the
lurid covers offensive to my na’ve sensibilities.
Titles that shockingly jumped out at me seemed to be
about marital infidelity. Nevertheless, I couldn’t seem
to stop myself from organizing the sex novels
alphabetically by title.
Lying back on our bed with Afternoon Delight I noticed
several dog-eared pages. Totally forgotten was my
normal fare of evening and weekend mind-numbing
television as I immersed myself in skimming through
Afternoon Delight, Closing Hubby’s Deal, Pool Party
Swap, and Sex in Suburbia dog-eared pages over the next
week. Refusal to imagine myself in place of the
portrayed wives being steadily supplanted by arousal
was first evident in spiked nipples I couldn’t seem to
salaciously resist caressing. As my vaginal cleft
became profusely wet I didn’t hesitate to insert my
trusty black dildo for needed relief.
Every evening after work I found myself too intrigued
to resist resuming the prior evening’s lurid secret.
The only time my free hand ceased pushing and pulling
the big black dildo into my hot pussy was to turn
another page. The entire next weekend as I read every
one of the four novels from cover to cover I couldn’t
help equating the illicit scenarios to partying
unfaithful wives at the apartment complex we lived in
when first arriving on the west coast.
Monday evening I finally picked up Social Worker’s
Dilemma and was intrigued to find it contained
interracial extramarital sex between a white wife and
black male clients. Unlike prior novels skimming dog-
eared pages of Social Worker’s Dilemma, Straying Wives,
Wanton For The Boss and Wives Secrets was far more
pleasurable imagining myself in place of the white
wives featured in each novel. Leaving Friday Happy Hour
after only two drinks I found myself completely caught
up in the interracial eroticism for the entire weekend.
Over the weekend as I read each plot of the four
interracial extramarital novels from cover to cover the
ebony phallic substitute ecstatically enhanced
salacious images of each black cock fucking me as the
white wife. Monday through Thursday evening after work
I induced multiple orgasms with the big thick black
dildo while rereading each of the four interracial
extramarital novels. Each novel enabled me to equate my
trusty black dildo to the phallic descriptions.
Each night’s vivid interracial dreams left me
increasingly disposed toward satisfying my desire for
erotic excitement. By Friday morning I no longer
equivocated over remaining at the Acey-Duecy Club after
Happy Hour. During our office farewell luncheon for
Debbie, since she was accompanying her husband to
Bremerton Shipyard, I could not resist letting my most
trusted confidant know she was instrumental in
successfully converting me into a willing white slut
for black cock with a conspiratorial wink while
discreetly and quietly telling her, “In more ways than
one you have been a wonderful mentor. So tonight I’m
going to demonstrate my appreciation for your
professional and personal tutelage with my first black
fucking!”
Obviously those last four favorite novels compromised
once tenacious refusal to commit adultery for
desperately needed sexual gratification. A full week of
interracial extramarital erotic scenarios not only
enabled me to envision myself as a white wife receptive
to extramarital flings with black sailors, but also
preferring no strings attached sex with big black
cocks. Overindulgence in libations provided the
necessary excuse for a sober black dancing partner to
drive me home.
Jamal kissed me and I relished his thick, soft lips
against my lip-glossed ones. My first kiss with a black
sailor felt fantastic as his tongue danced with mine,
deepening the kiss; making it more urgent. “I love the
way you kiss,” I moaned into his mouth, “and your lips
taste so good.” He answered by kissing me deeper still.
I felt the same sexually induced urgency and let my
fingers roam up and down his broad back. I could feel
his well-defined muscles through his shirt.
Hot kisses accompanying mutual fondling in the car
motivated me to verbalize how difficult it had been to
overcome former marital fidelity and racial hang-ups.
Looking directly into my escort’s eyes I decreed,
“Jamal, there’s something I need to say before we do
anything. I’ve never cheated on my husband and I don’t
know how to feel about you being here or about what
we’re going to do, or not do.”
“I understand. The way I look at it, you are a gift
given to me tonight. I want you to feel comfortable
about whatever we do. So anytime you want to stop, just
say the word and we will.”
Jamal’s perfect answer erased any clinging doubts. I
smiled, feeling my erotic dreams not only had been
granted, but also presented as a gift to open and
enjoy. My eyes drank in his smooth dark skin, his long
hands and fingers, his perfect body. Then I sensuously
ran my fingers up and down feeling the muscles in his
arms and his smooth ebony skin.
We were making out in my car parked out of sight in the
enclosed carport. While running my hands up and down
his chest and abs my hands couldn’t resist straying
lower. Although recent erotic dreams couldn’t really
make up for what I lacked in experience, I was no
longer quite as shy after reading the last four erotic
novels. Fondling the huge bulge in his pants I couldn’t
resist fulfilling one of my fantasies as I coquettishly
asked, “Would you like me to suck this big thing?”
He chuckled good-naturedly as he responded, “I don’t
know if you really ought to do that. If you put a lip-
lock on my black mamba, then it’ll undoubtedly spit at
you.”
With unabashed lust I exclaimed, “Oh yeah! I think I
can handle that.”
To say how wrong I was has to be the understatement of
all time! As soon as I got his pants open his big black
cock emerged and immediately enthralled me. My hot
white married pussy got so wet just looking at the
amazing midnight hued cock in the dimly lit carport. It
was thick with protruding veins and was getting harder
and longer as I held it. With open-mouthed amazement I
watched it grow in my hand while feeling his big thick
black mamba getting as hard as a steel pipe.
“Are you mesmerized?” He asked me as a joke. He
unknowingly hit the nail on the head. I had to be
honest with Jamal.
“I’ve never seen such a big cock. Have any other women
doubted they could handle it inside of them?”
“Most gals are intimidated at first. They don’t know
how much they can handle until they try. Honestly, I
thought a woman as beautiful as you would have her pick
of well hung guys and naturally presumed you preferred
black guys.”
“I haven’t until this past week. But you make me so
glad I am now.” And with that I bent over and took my
first swollen ebony cock knob into my mouth. Hot, hard
and huge, sucking on his luscious black cock was
amazing. He leaned back and moaned while I licked up
and down his midnight hued magnificence, all the time
looking up into his eyes looking down at me.
After a few minutes of licking up and down his dick,
freely bathing his black boner with my saliva I slid
the top of my dress off to let my unfettered boobs
swing free. Squeezing his big thick black cock between
my boobs I began to tit fuck my first extramarital
lover. Pushing my boobs down to the base of his meaty
monster and driving my mouth over his cock knob, I was
able to fit over half into my mouth and throat.
Jamal evidently was in heaven, moaning, holding my hair
and spreading his legs while he arched his back. He was
obviously turned on just letting me continue to get him
off. I wanted to feel him come in my mouth.
Suddenly I felt his cock stiffen. “Oh my God, Girl.”
accompanied a blast of his cum into my mouth. Spurt
after spurt hit my tongue sliding on back into my
throat. As I drove my face onto him as hard as I could
I felt his cock knob push into my throat deeper than I
thought possible. His buff body shook as he held my
hair keeping my mouth on his blasting cock. His climax
was amazing.
“I loved sucking your cock, Jamal.” The truth was that
he could have left right then and I would have been
satisfied. Giving my first black cock oral pleasure
turned me on as he had such a gorgeous long and smooth
cock with a big, plum-shaped dark knob. I had never had
a black cock in my mouth before and it was incredible.
He tasted and felt better than the interracial
eroticism had made me anticipate. Sucking my first
black cock made me feel ecstatic and my interracial
extramarital fling had only begun.
Once he regained himself, I invited Jamal to spend the
rest of the night with me. I couldn’t wait to get him
inside me. I had to know if a big thick black cock
sliding in and out, stretching my pussy lips felt even
better than the fabulous dildo. Already aware the dildo
was bigger than my husband’s cock, I knew Jamal’s big
thick black cock would be a far greater challenge.
In my bathroom was a full body mirror. I stared at
myself in it wondering if I was really ready to become
an adulteress. For over two years I had remained
faithful and still loved my husband. In spite of the
inherent long absences attendant with being career
military I wanted to remain married to him. Until
discovering my husband’s secret stash of porn novels a
couple of weeks ago I was convinced I had everything I
wanted in a long-term marital relationship.
I admitted all of that to myself standing right there
in my bathroom with my panties soaking wet. But I had a
deep desire to be with Jamal, even if it was just for
his big thick black cock. “Am I to become a secret
black cock slut?” I asked and further added, “How can a
woman have such strong feelings of love for one man and
still want to be sexually gratified by another?”
I tried to stop thinking as I looked at myself in the
mirror again. My blonde hair was a mess and my dress
was hanging from my waist. Undoubtedly I wanted to be
fucked. I needed to feel my first black cock inside of
me. I hoped my first black fucking would be wonderful.
Without any further qualms, I slipped out of my dress.
When I saw myself almost naked in the mirror, except
for panties and red heels I decided I would look so hot
with nothing covering my freely offered body. Pausing
only a moment I decided my underwear had to go too.
There I was naked except for a pair of sexy red heels.
I turned and opened the door, stepped out ready and
willing to not just commit adultery for the first time,
but also in the process fulfill the past week’s
steadily increasing need for no strings attached
extramarital black fucking.
I found Jamal sitting on the living room sofa with one
leg up on the coffee table. Equally naked he was slowly
stroking his mammoth midnight hued meat. That big thick
cock looked like an ebony spear that I wanted run
through my hot white pussy. I wanted my first black
extramarital partner to give it up to me and turn me
into a wanton white wife for black cock.
I stood in front of him with my legs wide apart.
Uncharacteristically I began to finger myself in front
of him, watching as he kept stroking his colossal cock.
My pussy lips and fingers were so wet. I was hot enough
to fuck and my first orgasm was on its way.
Jamal looked up at me and said, “Turn around so I can
see all of my sexy white booty call.”
I turned my body, but I kept looking over my shoulder
at him looking up at me as he pumped his magnificent
meat. I was getting off seeing him stroke that big
black cock I had so recently loved sucking. I stopped
myself from climaxing and for a second I saw my far
away husband’s face. However, my husband was half way
around the world and at this moment I knew I wanted
Jamal’s big black cock more than anything. That mammoth
midnight hued magnificence created salacious feelings
inside of me I’d never known before. I had become the
embodiment of ebony and ivory illicit lust.
“Oh Baby, Your legs, booty and boobs make me want to
come.”
I was close already, but watching a black man stroking
himself on my sofa say that pushed me right to the
edge. Then he drove his hand hard down to the base of
his big thick cock and voluminous jets of cum shot out
of him and I went over the edge. Looking back at him
with one set of fingers in my hair and my legs spread
lewdly apart, I came on my other set of fingers.
“Fuck me, Jamal. Fuck me with that incredible cock of
yours. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fill
me with that big black mamba. Bend me over and give it
to me. Fuck me… Fuck me now.”
He looked up at me as I woefully looked at his wilting
ebony erection. I turned and walked over to him tracing
his lip line with cum coated fingers. One of his hands
rose up my leg meeting my pouting pussy lips. I looked
down at his beautiful black cock, astounded that it was
already coming back to life.
I mentally ordered myself, “Time to fulfill your
dreams. Take all of your first big black cock!”
Kneeling over him and straddling his legs I slowly
lowered myself down onto that first big black cock
being held upright for my married white pussy. My
profusely wet pussy lips parted and I carried out my
self-imposed orders until Jamal’s purple cock knob
reached my cervix. Everything about my sexuality
changed when the first ever impalement orgasm tore
through me like a tidal wave.
Jamal’s unbelievable sexual prowess assured me his
black cock is bigger and better. Clinging to martial
monogamy during my husband’s last absence instead of
fulfilling interracial inclinations had been so
foolish. After an amazing weekend with this well-hung
black extramarital partner assured me that I would
never again be able to resist discreet offers for black
fucking.
Wanton weekends as a secret black cock slut with Jamal
only lasted two months before his ship left. Having
experiential proof, “blondes who go black have more
fun,” I had no qualms with Jamal introducing me to his
friend Reggie. Ecstatic to be clandestinely set up with
another black sailor just returning from the Far East I
surreptitiously confirmed Reggie to be very well hung
while slow dancing with him at the Acey-Duecy Club
after Happy Hour.
Although Reggie had duty the first weekend after
Jamal’s ship left, I had no qualms with remaining at
the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour. Far more careful
about how much I drank the evening was spent enjoying
all my slow dancing black sailors’ big cock bulges
arousing me. As I had done throughout my husband’s
second West Pac deployment and the beginning of this
one I went home alone to pleasure myself with my trusty
ebony dildo.
The next Friday we discreetly left the Acey-Duecy Club
separately and met at my base quarters. He had all
weekend if it went the way I hoped it would. Knowing I
was going to insure we enjoyed every minute together
there was no need to rush.
Nevertheless, in a fog of black cock lust I forgot to
close the carport door as my hands immediately went to
the buttons of his shirt. I needed to take his shirt
off and feel his ebony skin. I broke from the kiss,
“Reggie, let me take this shirt off.”
“Okay,” he said with a smile as he started to pull it
over his head, “but let’s close that door first.”
I slammed the door shut, but he didn’t kiss me again.
Instead he started to work on the buttons of my blouse,
kissing and licking the skin as he revealed it. My
hands were rubbing the strong muscles on his back. He
opened my blouse all the way, pulling it out of my
skirt so he could unbutton all of it, and whisked it
off my body. His hands started on my shoulders moving
down to my ribs and my tippling tummy. Yet he didn’t
touch my breasts. He was teasing and driving me crazy
with lust.
As soon as I felt his hands on my breasts my aroused
body came alive begging for his touch. He touched my
proffered boobs lightly over the shelf bra. My nipples
became turgid under his sensual touch. He bent down to
kiss the skin around my bra and then his lips were
circling my spiked nipples. Drawing them hard into his
mouth was accompanied by my lustful moan. I wanted his
lips on my bare breasts without any further teasing
delay.
As if reading my mind he reached behind and unhooked my
bra, tossing it to the floor. His tongue licked at my
spiked nipples. “Girl, you are so sweet,” he whispered
right before he closed his lips around the turgid nub
and suckled me sweetly for a few moments. But then he
sucked hard on my spiked nipple flicking his tongue
around the very tip.
“Oh god, Reggie’that feels so good.” My eyes were
closed and my hands were on his shoulders, holding on.
“Girl I want you to see my lips sucking your beautiful
white tits. Open your eyes baby.”
I did, and the erotic contrast of his dark hands and
face on my milky white skin was enough to make my knees
weak.
“Reggie, let’s move to the bed. Please, please baby.”
He ran his hands all over my body while I reciprocally
explored his sexy ebony torso. I wanted to taste him so
I leaned in and licked his neck. I moved my fingers
over his chest muscles and caressed his equally turgid
nipples with the pad of my index finger. He softly
moaned. “Oh you like that, do you baby?” I said as I
leaned over to take a dark nub into my mouth like he
had done to me. “Yeah Girl, I like that a lot!”
I could see his erection through his pants and reached
down and stroked it through the denim. He was long and
hard and ready. I undid his belt and his zipper and
pulled his pants and his boxers down, all the way off.
I got off the bed, neatly folded his clothes and placed
them on the bedside chair. When I turned to face him
again he was lying on his back, his arms under his
head, his cock hard on his belly, staring at me.
Involuntarily I licked my lips. He was like a delicious
treat, much better than the croissant I had that
morning,
I walked to the edge of the bed and then crawled to
where his cock laid waiting. I took the hard black
shaft in my manicured fingers enthralled by the
contrast with the black of his cock. I stroked it
lovingly. “Baby, you have a gorgeous cock. I can’t wait
to feel it in my mouth and in my hot white married
pussy’can I kiss it now baby? Can I suck your big
beautiful black cock?” Talking dirty to a black
extramarital partner turned me on like crazy.
Undoubtedly he wanted what I wanted.
“Go ahead girl. It’s all for you.” Before the words
were out of his mouth my open-mouthed kisses surrounded
the purple cock knob and down the length of his ebony
shaft to his cum-filled balls. I licked him on the way
back up, using lots of saliva to make him wet for my
hands and mouth. I put the head in my mouth and sucked,
using my tongue to lick around my second and even
bigger luscious black cock.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. Black sailors tasted so different
from my white husband. He was even longer than Jamal.
He watched me through heavy lidded eyes. No doubt I was
driving him crazy. My pursed lips must have looked so
good around his hard black cock. My blonde hair splayed
over his taut black belly while one hand stroked the
base of his cock and balls while the other lightly
stroked his nipples. I continued to suck him deeper and
had more than half of his magnificent midnight hued
meat inside. I started sucking him hard on the upstroke
dripping spit onto his cock. He grabbed my head trying
to control my cock sucking and I let him lead me.
Although I’ve never let my husband cum in my mouth I
quickly developed a craving for illicit black lovers’
luscious cum. Lustfully I wanted to taste this second
black cock exploding into my mouth.
He was talking dirty making me hotter and hotter until
I thought I would explode while I sucked him. I wanted
him in my mouth all the time until my husband returned.
All I could do was moan around this big black cock
I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth. “You want me
to cum in your mouth girl? Are you sure? I’m going to a
nut baby’oh god yeah, I’m going to cum now!” I felt the
first load flooded my mouth and his cum tasted so good.
Multiple spurts in quick succession forced me to
quickly swallow but some of his luscious cum still
leaked out of my lips onto my chin. So caught up was I
in the thought of how good this second bigger black
cock felt in my mouth that I didn’t hear him speaking
to me. “Finish taking your clothes off girl, I want to
look at you.”
I knelt on the bed and pulled down the zipper of my
skirt, revealing the sexy black panties to him. He
could see that I was already thoroughly wet, my blonde
pussy thatch glistening with moisture. I sat on the
bed, finished taking off the skirt and threw it on the
floor. “Stand up by the foot of the bed girl.”
Regretfully I obeyed and went to stand near the foot of
the bed. I felt very exposed. I was letting him take
total. “Touch your boobs girl. Make your nipples hard
for me.”
I turned to fully face him tweaking my nipples, feeling
them spike. Reggie ordered, “Wet your fingers girl and
stroke your nipples again.”
My second black extramarital lover was lying back on
the bed that until two months ago had only witnessed
sexual intimacy with my husband. This is so different I
thought. Sex with my husband had waned due to his
intense work schedule but still had become so
predictable and I couldn’t even orgasm without
fantasizing myself doing exactly what I was actually
now doing for the second time. Recent experiences with
Jamal assured me that fucking this second black man is
going to just as pleasurable, if not better. Without
any qualms I wet my fingers, seductively stroking them
lightly over my bottom lip. Teasing him and myself I
slowly inserted two fingers into my mouth.
I brought my fingers from my mouth and made tight
little circles around my spiked left nipple. My spittle
cooled making the nipple very tight and hard. I put my
fingers back into my mouth to wet them again and then
repeated the action on my right nipple. I felt so
wanton, so alive. I loved the feeling of touching
myself for him. I wanted to finger my hot wet white
pussy, but instinct told me to wait.
“Girl put your foot on the bed and let me see your
pussy,” he whispered to me.
I put my foot up on the bed, showing this black lover
my hot wet white married pussy.
“Touch yourself girl. Touch your pussy. Let me see how
wet you are. Let me see how much you want a black
fucking,” he said while bringing my wet panties close
to his face.
I moaned as I reached down with my left hand displaying
my wedding rings and lightly touched my pussy. My right
hand remained on my breasts, squeezing my nipples,
making them ache. Meanwhile my middle finger slid from
my clit to my inflamed, wet, throbbing pussy lips.
Resisting the impulse to push into my pussy, I closed
my eyes, and hung my head back in lustful abandon
“Fuck yourself girl. I want to see your fingers
disappear in your hot white pussy.”
I inserted one finger, then a second. Once again I was
touching myself in front of a black lover, fucking
myself in front of him. And I loved it.
I saw that he was stroking himself too. But now my
black silk panties were wrapped around his girth. His
big thick black cock was hard again. Reggie was hard
for me and I was on fire.
“Reggie, I’m going to cum and I can’t stop it.”
“Get your fingers outta my hot white married pussy!” he
demanded.
Reluctantly I removed my fingers from my pussy. I
wanted to cum. But I was going to play this his way.
I provocatively rubbed my fingers lightly on his lips,
a trace of my taste and scent still on them and then I
bent down and kissed him again. “I loved touching
myself for you. I am on fire for your big black cock!”
Reggie lecherously pulled me down to him, rolled me on
my back and kissed me. He wanted me to know that he was
on fire for me too. I could feel his enormous cock
against my belly and I squirmed beneath him wanting him
inside me. I reached down with my hand, wanting,
needing his big black cock in me. He took my hand by
the wrist and brought it up above my head, pinning it
to the pillow. I was going to explode if he didn’t fuck
me.
“What do you want girl?”
“I want your beautiful black cock inside me. Please,
fuck me Reggie,” I whimpered.
Instead he brought down his free hand and entered my
tight wet pussy quickly with one finger, then two. He
started to slowly stroke me telling me how wet I was,
how hot I was, how good it was going to feel when he
finally did fuck me, how incredible my pussy would feel
around his hard dick. It didn’t take but a few minutes
of this and I felt myself start to cum harder than I
had in the past two weeks.
He let go of the hand above my head as he felt my
orgasm start and I instinctively clutched him as my
hips bucked against his fingers. I cried out his name
at the peak of it, and he whispered in my ear how
incredibly sexy I looked while I came. He kissed me
while I was coming down, slowing his fingers down until
I quieted below him and laid back content, a wanton
smile on my face.
He brought the fingers that had been in my pussy up to
my face and spread my juices on my lips before he bent
down to lick and kiss my mouth. My tongue came out to
join his as I grabbed hold of his hand and brought his
fingers into my warm mouth. We kissed and then I sucked
on his fingers while I reached down and gave the head
of his dick a squeeze.
He grabbed my hips and pulled my hot wet pussy over his
big black cock. With his purple cock knob prying open
my willing pussy lips he took over the fucking.
Bringing his hips up and stroking me until he had most
of his midnight hued magnificence inside my white
married pussy as I swooned in black cock lust.
Meanwhile I held on to the headboard as he fucked me
slowly from underneath and my pussy clamped an even
bigger, thicker black cock tight on every upstroke.
“Two months ago I never thought I’d ever fuck like
this. Don’t stop fucking me with that big black cock.
Fuck me like this forever!”
He stopped and grabbed my hips hard and ground my
wanton white married pussy against him. I moaned loudly
as he answered, “Girl I am going to fuck you for hours
and when I’m finished, I’m going to fuck you all
weekend!”
Intense multiple orgasm surpassed the erotic pleasure
experienced with my first black extramarital lover.
Vivid mental images from the erotic novels flitted
across my mind and I couldn’t wait to try some of them
not yet experienced with Jamal. .
Finally, long afterwards, when he held my head in his
hands and looked up into my eyes on an upstroke that
touched me further inside than any man had ever been,
he said to me, “Girl I’m going to cum. Do I cum inside
you baby?”
“Oh yeah you hung black stud. I want your load inside
me. Reggie, please fill your hot white married pussy
with cum.”
He fucked me harder, if that was possible, and I felt
him stiffen inside my clasping vaginal sheath and start
to cum. He bit down on my nipple and I welcomed the
pain. He relaxed beneath me. He nuzzled and kissed my
neck. With his big black cock still inside my hot white
married pussy, his huge load slowly leaked out of my
very well fucked pussy. I had taken a bigger, thicker
black cock and loved it. Riding the crest of a mind-
blowing orgasm I knew at that moment I was completely
and totally addicted to black fucking and nothing in my
life would ever be the same again.
“That was so incredible Reggie I don’t even have
words.” I breathlessly said while I stroked his back
and firm ass cheeks.
After our first fantastic fuck I lifted off Reggie and
lay on the bed with my thighs open provocatively
caressing my satisfied pussy inviting him with my eyes
and my hands back into my body. “I want you to really
fuck me again Reggie. I want you to unleash the beast.
I’m going to tame that beast,” I whispered.
“Are you sure you can handle it girl?”
“Why don’t you try me? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted
anything this badly before.”
And he did! Reggie mounted me and fucked me hard and
fast. Almost losing consciousness I didn’t care. Black
fucking felt incredible. He stroked his black cock in
and out of me like a piston. Sweat dripped from his
body onto mine as I held on to his shoulders for a
wild, ecstatic ride.
I lost myself while he was fucking me. He was like a
magnificent beast, lost in his pleasure, which was now
mine. For the first time in my life I understood the
true meaning of multi-orgasmic. It seemed that as soon
as one climax ended, another followed to take its
place.
In the throes of unparalleled passion became even
hotter when I heard Reggie taunting me with his dirty
talk. “Woman this weekend is just starting. There won’t
be a position, or a fantasy, or a wish that you have
that we won’t do.”
“Oh my. Is that right? Tell me Reggie.”
“Well I would bet that rosebud on your ass is cherry
and I want you to know that it’s mine.” He smiled as he
said it, but I still didn’t believe I’d willingly give
it up to his far too humongous back cock.
“And I haven’t had a chance to eat you for hours yet’.”
His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence and I
felt it in my pussy as if he was already tongue fucking
me rather than just exciting me with his dirty talk.
“And then of course, there are the other things. Things
I won’t tell you about but will keep you guessing over.
How’s that for starters?”
I responded with a lustful laugh and, in spite of
reservations about losing my anal cherry, said, “Sounds
incredible lover, when do we start?”
“Right now baby'” he said as he moved down my body and
started to slowly kiss and suck my hard clit. Dipping
his tongue inside my pussy and tasting his sweet cum
and my wanton wetness, running his thumb down the crack
of my tight ass, threatening to insert it with
pressure, while his wicked tongue continued to lightly
tease he added, “unless you’re too tired.”
“No way’I have never experienced anything like your big
thick black cock. I’m hooked on black fucking.” And
with that I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the
incredibly wonderful pleasure of his talented tongue.
Secretly intending to continue interracial sex with
this irresistibly well hung second black extramarital
partner until my husband’s expected return certainly
seems to prove, “once a white woman goes black, she
cannot resist going back!”
In spite of my own behavior I couldn’t believe Reggie’s
claim quite a few white wives on the base have secret
black lovers. Reggie showed me pictures of interracial
couples having sex at Rosa Rita Beach, Baja, Mexico. I
didn’t believe these were military wives from this base
until seeing my co-worker Debbie in several pictures
and recognized a woman I’d briefly met at the base
Family Services Center in some others.
Reggie noticed I looked at one of the photos of the
black man she was with for a long time. Obviously I was
staring at the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Chuckling at
me staring with my mouth open in disbelief Reggie
quipped, “She’s the only woman who can handle him. I
guess you can see why.”
For several days and nights I couldn’t help thinking
about the pictures and kept wondering how any woman
could handle someone as extraordinarily well hung as
that black man. Finally I just had to find out whether
or not the picture was doctored. I went to the Family
Services Center where the woman worked and struck up a
conversation with her.
Not only did she know who I was, but also discreetly
let me know that she knew that I have already been
sexually involved with black men. We went for coffee,
and after a while she told me about Derrick, the man in
the pictures. She looked at me with an impish smile and
said, “My husband’s back, but I’m sure Derrick would
like to meet you. Do you want me to discreetly
introduce the two of you?”
Two days later I pretended to casually sit with Derrick
during lunch at the base cafeteria. For the past two
days and nights I was obsessed with wanting to see how
big his black cock really was for myself. After leaving
the base cafeteria I just blurted out, “I heard you are
pretty big.”
He smiled and said, “It difficult to find a woman that
can handle all of me.”
That opened up things between us and as soon as the
door to my housing unit closed we were passionately
kissing and fondling each other. Not too long after
entering the house he picked me up and carried me into
the bedroom. He started undressing me with absolutely
no resistance. Then he took off his clothes.
His amazing black cock was not only long, but also very
big around. This man’s midnight hued meat was so large
it really scared me; but at the same time fascinated
me. We lay on my bed, fondling each other while talking
for more than an hour.
Finally, I was so turned on, wet, and curious I got up
enough nerve to let him try entering me with his he
black cock. That first afternoon together I could only
take part of him. Over the next month and a half with
persistence and definite pain, he was finally able to
get all of his enormous ebony cock inside my hot wet
white cunt. That first time he finally got his entire
ebony enormity inside of my pussy, he just stayed deep
in my married white pussy without moving. Derrick
gently whispered, “You did it. How does it feel?”
In spite of the excruciating pain at my cervix, I half-
teasingly answered, “Does this mean from now on I’ll
never be satisfied by any smaller cock?”
Equally half-joking Derrick retorted, “Maybe you didn’t
know it, but the real reason white guys don’t like us
is, ‘Once their wives have had black, they don’t want
to go back.”
Seeing the pain registering in my eyes and on my face,
he whispered in my ear encouraging me to relax. Derrick
added, “This is called ‘resizing,’ Just relax and let
it happen.”
Derrick just stayed there not moving, looking at me,
praising me with terms of endearment encouraging me to
relax even more. Finally due to his tenderness and
patience I was able to relax and gradually the pain
kind of went away. Already tuned into me he started the
most gentle out and in movements and said, “I’m going
to do this until I come.”
I kept looking into his sensual brown eyes, wondering
how long he would gently fuck me until his approaching
climax made him forget his promise and how much being
pummeled by such a huge cock would hurt. His humongous
black cock was solidly against the top of my vaginal
sheath and when he climaxed I distinctly felt the
pulses of cum at the opening of my vulva. Apparently
I’ve got a large cervical cavity and of course never
felt anything like that with any other man.
It took a couple more weeks of gentle sexual
intercourse before I was ready for really hot,
passionate sex. When we finally got to that point, it
was most definitely a feeling of accomplishment. One
night at Rosa Rita Beach I overheard a white guy ask
Derrick, “Can she take all of it?”
I thought Derrick might slug the guy. Instead Derrick
said, and it wasn’t in a whisper, “Every bit, and
almost every night!” I was ecstatic to hear Derrick was
proud we were a couple.
The white guy didn’t believe it, and so later in the
night he asked to dance with me. Derrick had no
objections. When a man is that well hung he obviously
isn’t worried about some white guy stealing his woman.
On the dance floor the white guy began with some
awkward small talk. Before the music finished he said,
“I’ve seen photos of that guy you are with, and, I
don’t care what he says, no woman can handle someone
like that.”
After all the pain I went though, that really pissed me
off. With an edge in my voice I declared, “He gets it
all in, every bit of it. What do you want, pictures?”
He looked at me, and sort of smiled in obvious
disbelief, which pissed me off even more.
Derrick had been bugging me to take some sexually
explicit pictures of us together. He repeatedly said my
husband would never see them. I finally gave in and he
set up his camera with a self-timer. We kept changing
poses while the shutter clicked away especially
concentrating on full penetration. He always wanted me
to look like I was really enjoying our hot black on
white fucking which was absolutely no problem.
When I saw the pictures, I couldn’t believe that large
of a black cock could fit into my little white cunt. It
was not until I saw our photos that I realized how very
black and very white and how erotic our difference
looked together. The images were scary to look at, as
well as a turn-on. After reviewing twice all the photos
of our wild time together I whispered in his ear, “Take
me to the bedroom.” I carefully hid the couple I asked
for with my black dildo in the back of my closet.
Walking around the base I noticed some black and white
guys gawking at me in disbelief. With their eyes
focused on my pelvis it’s not hard figuring out what
they are thinking. At first I was ashamed.
After finally approaching the Director of the base
Family Services Center and beating around the bush with
her for a while she pulled out the photos of her and
Derrick at Rosa Rita Beach. Of course I didn’t tell her
I had seen them before. Unaware she said, “I’ve seen
your photos, so it’s only fair that you see mine.”
She paused for a moment before warning me, “I better
tell you this, just in case. A guy that was really
pissed at my husband sent a photo of Derrick and me to
him. I looked at it and tossed it aside and said, ‘It
was obviously fake; no man is that big. Fortunately he
agreed adding, ‘I sort of figured. Evidently doctored
photography enables guys to create this kind of porno.
And besides, it doesn’t even look like your body.”
Having more in common than most people on this base
might suspect the Family Services Center Director
further confided, “Some of the women have tried sex
with Derrick, but were unable to handle him. When I set
you up with him, I didn’t think I would have to share
the honors.”
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Suddenly the point of her conversation dawned on me. I
couldn’t resist asking the obvious question, “You mean
photos of Derrick and me are going around?”
After the recent gawking from both black and white
sailors, I knew she was wrong when Lynn quietly
confided, “Only among the few white wives on the base
who have secret black sexual partners.” Carefully
making sure we weren’t overheard Lynn exclaimed, “You
certainly have earned your membership into our inner
circle!”
Even though Lynn and Derrick secretly resumed their
extramarital affair as soon as her husband deployed, I
met him a couple times for coffee. But since I wasn’t
going to be lonely any more we just talked. After
willingly fucking three progressively bigger black
cocks over the past few months I really needed to let
my vaginal sheath resize back before my husband’s
return.
Now I knew not only is there sex with someone you love,
but also a woman’s vaginal elasticity made resizing to
black cocks incomparably pleasurable. My husband’s
five-year tour of sea duty meant deploying once more to
the Western Pacific. No longer deluding myself into
adhering to martial monogamy reinforced my belief in,
“blondes who go black have more fun!”
Throughout my thirties and forties good genes and
regular workouts kept my body sexy enough to attract
secret black lovers after each frustrating hiatus
during my husband’s two-year shore tours. During my
husband’s sea tour deployments I either seduced new
equally discreet or exchanged mutually familiar well-
hung black extramarital lovers with a select few
military wives. Twenty years of arduous sea duty
evidently took a heavy toll as my husband suddenly
passed away two years after retiring.
A year later I couldn’t resist an ecstatic smile upon
conclusively proving, “once a white woman goes black,
she’ll always go back” is not a trite clich’. Being
intrigued by persistence enabled me to discover a
handsome colleague secretly passed for white so
successfully for so long I almost rejected his
overtures along with every other Caucasian’s. Finding a
wonderfully well-hung black soul mate undoubtedly must
be attributed to all those wonderful years within our
secret inner circle of West Pac Widows.