Black White Marriages For about 17 years a memory ate at the back of my mind.
My wife, who is blonde, 5-3, 140 pounds, 36-D, and I met while we
worked together at a restaurant. One day in the restaurant, while we were both about 20, two black guys came in who were about our age and I noticed across the room that they were talking like old friends with my girlfriend/wife, who is named Jodi. While they talked, I noticed that every time Jodi said something to one of them, she would look at him, then glance quickly down at his crotch. If I wasn't so bothered by this, I would have been laughing because it was downright comical how she almost automatically
did this.
I later found out she went to high school with those guys, but that was about
the extent of what I could determine. Then I began to notice that whenever we were really around any black guys -- just passing on the sidewalk even -- the first thing she did after seeing them was check their crotch out rather quickly. She didn't do it to white guys.
We got married 2 years later. I became a free lance commercial photographer and she got buried in her business of financial advising. Gradually this habit disappeared. She became what I call suburbanized. We had 2 kids and a decent sex life. She faked many of her orgasms like any woman, but sometimes shot got lucky with some oral help. I am about 5 1/2 inches and probably average thickness. She is rather tight with wide hips and an ass that needs to get a little trimmer.
Years went by and the older we got, the less sex we had. She wasn't in the mood a lot, due to her job or the kids or whatever. The whatever part bothered me. Wasn't she satisfied, maybe bored. And back there in my mind was the crotch-watching eating away. I had several dreams where my wife more or less dissed me to fuck a black guy and had a repeating dream of her fucking two black guys.
This was really becoming a psychological problem just about. I needed to know if there was some sexual urge she surpressed which may have helped diminish our sex lives. I could talk to her about it, but she is very silent about sex and rarely even talks about it -- the woman doesn't even curse.. I could just see her rolling her eyes and telling me I'm crazy. I came up with a plan to get an answer, a rather sick plan at that. I would tempt her and see if the forbidden fruit got picked. She works in a very tall downtown office building (largest one in the world, hint), and so there are many people around she doesn't know. I sent her an email using an old emailaddress that I long ago had quit using but still had a password for.
I Black White Marriages staring at her bulky clothes like he was trying to
see what she was hiding under them, but he did mix a good drink. "What
do I owe you?"
"Nuthin. It's after last call, can't charge you."
"Thanks." She could barely taste the alcohol and half was gone before
she joined the other girls.
Sherie took the seat beside Debbie and Lamar around the stage. Alisa sat
beside Kerry in a table away from the stage.
The bartender started some music and the curtains opened. The black man
who had complained about losing two dates stood on the stage dressed as
an African warrior. He wore a fake lion skin headress and cape, a grass
skirt, and white tooth necklace. His chest was even broader and more
muscular then Lamar's. Sherie found herself holding her breath as he
started to dance.
"That's Leon," said Lamar. "He's one of our best dancers." Lamar danced
around doing some kind of tribal routine, waving his arms and thrusting
his hips. Sweat soon coated his chest making him glisten under the
lights.
Sherie reached in her purse and pulled out a five dollar bill. Leon
danced over to her and kneeled down. He had a band around his leg and
she shoved the bill into it. Leon's big white teeth grinned at her from
his dark black face. He reached behind him and fiddled with something.
When he stood up again, the grass skirt remained at his feet. He was
wearing a tiger stripped loin cloth under the skirt. Sherie glimpsed a
tremendous penis stuffed into tight underwear before the loincloth
covered it. Sherie glanced over at Debbie to see if she had seen it, but
Debbie was running her hand under Lamar's shirt along his chest and not
paying attention.
"What are those rooms?" asked Debbie looking around the bar.
"They're for private dances," responded Lamar.
"What goes on?"
"You get one on one interaction with the dancer. Some touching is
aloud."
"Can we do it?"
"Sure, it costs fifty bucks."
"Let's go."
Sherie watched Lamar lead Debbie off into the other room. Alisa and
Kerry were watching them leave with frowns on their faces.
Being the only one sitting at the stage, Sherie found herself the center
of Leon's attention. Several times he made to take off his loincloth,
but retreated. Sherie got the hint, dug into her purse and pulled out
another five.
Leon kneeled before her. The stage was built so that her face was
staring directly at his crotch. She reached out, her hand coming
dangerously close to the bulge under his loincloth as she stuck the bill
beside the other on his thigh. Leon stood up and untied the loincloth.
Sherie felt her heart flutter as he stood. The height of the stage gave
the impression that she was lying at his feet looking up at some kind of
black god. He was dancing for her pleasure, but instead she felt like
the subservient one. She was being rewarded for her behaviour by seeing
more of Leon's body after each tip. She couldn't imagine Forced Cuckold Forced To Suck Black Dick shop or black
room in the basement and go to bed late, so I get up later. She goes to work around 6 a.m. I spied on her from the covers that morning, letting her think I was sleeping. She usually wears some non-descript pants outfit or even jeans on dress-down day. Im watching her getting an erection because she put on a rather tight skirt she hadnt worn in at least 2 or 3 years, some healed shoes with black thigh highs and before that had slipped on THE BLACK TEDDY that she got from Darryl. I could smell some of this perfume she wears sometimes when she goes out. It has a dangerous scent. The girl was a little beyond professional looking that day. She looked like a pro of a different kind.
I spent the day at the hotel room watching pornos, jacking off and had my home and shop phone on forward to my cell. The phone rang and it was her in early afternoon. She seemed kind of nervous and said she wasnt coming home on the train. She had a hair appointment, and that her friend Kim had asked if she wanted to meet for a drink around 8 since they hadnt seen each other in a while, so Kim was picking her up at the
commuter train station, taking her to the hair salon and then they were getting a few drinks together. Whatever. I waited. David showed up at 3:20. I was well hidden, but feared he would see me. He left a minute, went to his car and made sure again I was hidden. He came in and started watching pornos and was laying on the bed rubbing his crotch.
At about 4:10 there was a knock on the door. My heart was racing. David opened it and there was my wife in the doorway, looking hotter than Ive seen her in years, her light blonde hair glistening in the light from the doorway. "Hi Darryl, I'm Jodi." "Hi babe," he said back, and stepped forward, put a hand on her shoulder
and kissed her cheek. "You're looking so hot today." Im unsure what happened for the next couple minutes cause of my vantage point, but it sounded like they might have had a long kiss or something. There was
what sounded like some panting. Then she said, "Darryl, I've got to tell you, I love my husband." "Don't worry about it girl. I'm not here to break up your marriage, just shake your life a little."
I heard her laughing a bit and then she seemed to be backing out by saying she'd like to get to know him better and maybe they could go get a quick dinner. He quickly shot it down the way I had told him, and said he wasnt up for games, only serious fun. Then I saw something I had dreamed of a few times. My wife, looking
sexy, stepped forward, put her arms around a black man and initiated a long, Interracial Hardcore
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Sherie turned. A naked Leon-cock still hard- was standing beside the
other two women making his rounds. "No thanks," said Kerry looking
disgusted, but not taking her eyes off Leon's cock.
"I'll do it," said Alisa taking a bill from her purse. The bride-to-be
stuck the bill beside the others and grabbed Leon's cock. "Nice to meet
you," she said shaking it like she was giving a hand shake and giggling
drunkenly.
That wasn't like Alisa at all. Sherie could see three empty glasses of
white russian's beside her friend. Alisa could be a lot of fun when she
loosened up.
Leon headed over to Sherie and she found her heart rate increasing. His
big cock preceded him by over a foot. Damn, she never remembered being
this horny before. "And did you enjoy the show little lady?" he asked.
"I'm Sherie and yes I did very much." It was hard not to stare at the
baseball bat between his legs. He moved so that his tipping band was
beside her. Sherie took the hint and reached in her purse. Her hand came
out holding a fifty. She glanced over at the private rooms, then back at
the fifty, then up at Leon. "Can I get a private dance?"
"Sure baby," said Leon grabbing the fifty out of her hand. "Lets go."
Sherie stood up and followed Leon. Behind her Alisa said, "Come on Kerry
lets move up to the stage."
Leon moved the curtain asside and Sherie saw an amazing site. Lamar was
sitting on the bench stroking his cock while Debbie danced for him. She
had stripped down to a sexy pair of lacy bra and panties. "I didn't know
you could dance," said Sherie watching Debbie sway her hips. Debbie had
the body of a stripper where Sherie's was more like a model's with
smaller, firmer breasts.
Debbie looked like she was upset at being disturbed," but said, "It's
just coming natural."
"It is natural for a woman to dance to please a man," said Lamar.
Sherie found that sexist, but didn't respond and was kind of shocked
when Debbie nodded her head agreeeing with Lamar. Debbie was very free
spirited and usually didn't take crap from men. She was acting like a
love sick puppy ever since she had first seen Lamar's cock.
Leon spun her around and sat her down on the bench beside Lamar. The
seats put her at face level with Leon's erect banana bobbing as he began
to dance. For something called a privacy booth there wasn't much
privacy. She glanced at Lamar and could see his huge cock glistening
from where Debbie had been sucking on it. Debbie was now topless and
Lamar was kneeding her big breasts, tugging on her nipples, and every
now and then leaning forward to kiss them.
Leon grabbed her head and turned it towards his cock as he began moving
it before her eyes. It had a hypnotic affect on her and she couldn't
take her eyes off it. His voice broke her trance. "How long you been
married?"
Sherie rubbed her thumb along her ring finger without taking Blacks On Blondes Mpegs Interracial Pron other email address." And it listed her AOL address. Folks, I nearly passed out. Now I had a problem. The plan I had was to actually set something up and see if she would got through with it. By now, this had become a sort of obsession. The thought of her doing it with a guy like that now had gone beyond a concern to something I kind of hoped to see.
I started thinking this might lead to swinging or some other fun stuff. But I didn't want her fucking any black friends or associates of mine. I needed a stud. I put out some internet ads on a couples sex-related websites looking for black stud to fuck the shit out of my wife, gave her description and said I would send
photo for those interested, but stressed they had to be hung, they had to be able to last a long, long time
and get it up repeatedly. Of course, I got about 100 responses. Everyone's hung, everyone can last forever, everyone can go all night. Even white guys and two girls responded. I got discouraged, but also had a voice mail going on this live-talk line called One-to-Onethat advertised for something similar.
One message I got was intriguing. It was from a 23-year-old out-of-work actor, who said he would do it for money and wanted to see her picture first. I left him a message saying I would send him a photo if he had an email address. He gave it to me (part of it had the words blkstud in it ... give me a break). I sent a photo of her which was taken quite a while ago by a studio and had been slightly enhanced. She really looked hot in this. She doesn't quite look so hot now, but close enough. "David" wanted to know what I was up to and what I wanted him to do.
I never gave him information that would lead back to me, other than an email address no one knew I had. I said talking live on the internet that I didn't want him obviously running off with her, which he laughed about basically, and made light of. He's 23. Come on. He gets different younger, hot women every week. He sent a photo of himself to me. He was very dark complected, short hair, but I guess a woman would say fairly good looking. He was articulate, a college dropout, but seemed to have a kind of nastiness to his attitude. He assured me he was physically equipped for what I wanted and if I wanted I could check. I declined. The next day I sent a photo of "Dave" to Jodi at her home email address saying top secret/personal, along with a note from "Darryl" saying the offer for that hot night or maybe even more than one night still stood. But I threw in an extra: I said that I couldn't wait forever and there were surely other nice 
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see. "Damn bitch, yo pussy always this wet?"
'Not that I can remember."
"One last thing before I tip you," said Leon moving forward between her
legs and bending down. "I want to kiss those pretty red lips."
"I s-shouldn't," she stuttered, his body looming over her. His hands
still gripped her ankles spreading them wide.
"Just a kiss and then your tip." Sherie parted her lips as the large
black man brought his lips down against hers. She planned on just a
quick peck, but his tongue pushed into her mouth. She pushed back trying
to force it out of her mouth, but instead they just slid around each
other. "Here's your tip," he said breaking contact with her lips.
Sherie's pussy lips parted as Leon's bulbous cock-head entered her. She
was so wet and spread so open, it easily slid inside. "Oh god," she
moaned. "What are you doing?"
"It's just the tip," he said kissing her again. "It's what you wanted
isn't it? Want me to take the tip back?"
"No," she cried ashamed of herself.
"Want a bigger tip?"
"Yes."
Leon pushed some more in and pulled back. He began thrusing his hips,
letting her juices coat his cock and pushing more in with each thrust.
"Oh god Dan, why don't you feel this good inside me," she cried feeling
guilty for betraying her husband and guiltier for enjoying it so much.
"It's cause he's white, bitch. Dan will never feel good inside you ever
again after this." With one powerful thrust Leon slammed his entire foot
long cock inside her.
Sherie felt her pussy balloon up around his cock and then her muscles
squeezed down against it as if not wanting to let it out. Her pussy
spasmed around it and a wave of pleasure traveled up her body as her
first orgasm in years burst from her womb. Correction, her first ever
orgasm, none of the others even came close to the one Leon's fat cock
had given her.
And that was just the first of many. Leon leaned forward and braced
himself on the bench. Sherie threw her legs over his shoulders and held
on as Leon began to move. He started slow, keeping his cock buried in
her and just moving it a little. His thrusts turned deeper, more
powerful, until Leon was fucking her with the entire length of his cock.
His powerful piston-like thrusts drew orgasm after orgasm out of her and
she had never been multi orgasmic. She no longer felt guilty for
cheating on Dan. She felt angry now that she knew there were men, real
men, out there that knew how to fuck like Leon and apparently Lamar
also. Real men, that know how to treat a woman, black men. "Fuck me,"
she growled at him, raising her hips up into his thrusting cock. "Fuck
me with your big black cock."
Leon buried his cock in her and it spasmed as he impaled her. Sherie
screamed and writhed around his cock as she had her biggest orgasm yet.
Jet after jet of his hot Cuckold Place again. He skull fucked my wife, shoving his dick into her mouth as much as he could.
She bent over and he fucked her doggy style, pulled his dick out and took off the condom and cummed on her ass, politely asking before doing it. He told her he would buttfuck her too, but she wasnt into that. She
never is. After about 10 minutes of them laying there and kissing a little and her telling him how great it was (I usually only got "that was nice"), she began sucking his dick and the dude was hard in no time again. She put another condom on and got back up on the pole and began fucking him violently, shaking the bed so hard the headboard hit the wall. As you can expect, I had been playing with myself all along and had lost
my load somewhere between her first orgasm and her putting the second condom on him.
My wife had three more orgasms while fucking him. She had two within about 2 or 3 minutes of each other and he finally came again inside her with her legs high up on his shoulders. She wasn't done. Neither was he. A few more intimate moments led her up the pole again and she rocked the bed while fucking him, once banging it so hard they both started laughing. Then she reminded him he promised to fuck her standing up and he laughed and tried it. Didn't get it done quite right, as he had trouble holding her by the ass cheeks while she had ahold of the back of his neck. "Damn, I can't even move," she said, laughing. Neither could I. I was getting cramps in my legs and if it was possible, would have had one in my cock because it was hard for so long watching her. When they were tired, she asked him if they could get together another time. He told her he would have to get ahold of her, which left her kind of put out. Still, she didn't seem overly angry.
Apparently he gave her a ride to the train station and she connected to get a ride home. I got out of there finally and drove back, making it home long before she did. She called on the cell phone and wanted me to pick her up at the statition to take her home and I told her to get a cab. When she got back I was complimenting her tight skirt and the way she looked, although she did look a bit spent. She seemed to want nothing of my advances and wanted to go to bed. I wouldn't take no for an answer that night and fucked
her, sometimes mercilessly hard. I got her to orgasm twice -- a big thing for her (or until earlier that day).
Sex has never been the same since. I know she would rather be getting big black cock, but I can accept that knowing it for certain now. Some day Darryl may have to send her another email. 
Black And White Relationships staring at her bulky clothes like he was trying to
see what she was hiding under them, but he did mix a good drink. "What
do I owe you?"
"Nuthin. It's after last call, can't charge you."
"Thanks." She could barely taste the alcohol and half was gone before
she joined the other girls.
Sherie took the seat beside Debbie and Lamar around the stage. Alisa sat
beside Kerry in a table away from the stage.
The bartender started some music and the curtains opened. The black man
who had complained about losing two dates stood on the stage dressed as
an African warrior. He wore a fake lion skin headress and cape, a grass
skirt, and white tooth necklace. His chest was even broader and more
muscular then Lamar's. Sherie found herself holding her breath as he
started to dance.
"That's Leon," said Lamar. "He's one of our best dancers." Lamar danced
around doing some kind of tribal routine, waving his arms and thrusting
his hips. Sweat soon coated his chest making him glisten under the
lights.
Sherie reached in her purse and pulled out a five dollar bill. Leon
danced over to her and kneeled down. He had a band around his leg and
she shoved the bill into it. Leon's big white teeth grinned at her from
his dark black face. He reached behind him and fiddled with something.
When he stood up again, the grass skirt remained at his feet. He was
wearing a tiger stripped loin cloth under the skirt. Sherie glimpsed a
tremendous penis stuffed into tight underwear before the loincloth
covered it. Sherie glanced over at Debbie to see if she had seen it, but
Debbie was running her hand under Lamar's shirt along his chest and not
paying attention.
"What are those rooms?" asked Debbie looking around the bar.
"They're for private dances," responded Lamar.
"What goes on?"
"You get one on one interaction with the dancer. Some touching is
aloud."
"Can we do it?"
"Sure, it costs fifty bucks."
"Let's go."
Sherie watched Lamar lead Debbie off into the other room. Alisa and
Kerry were watching them leave with frowns on their faces.
Being the only one sitting at the stage, Sherie found herself the center
of Leon's attention. Several times he made to take off his loincloth,
but retreated. Sherie got the hint, dug into her purse and pulled out
another five.
Leon kneeled before her. The stage was built so that her face was
staring directly at his crotch. She reached out, her hand coming
dangerously close to the bulge under his loincloth as she stuck the bill
beside the other on his thigh. Leon stood up and untied the loincloth.
Sherie felt her heart flutter as he stood. The height of the stage gave
the impression that she was lying at his feet looking up at some kind of
black god. He was dancing for her pleasure, but instead she felt like
the subservient one. She was being rewarded for her behaviour by seeing
more of Leon's body after each tip. She couldn't imagine Black White Marriages french kiss. Shocking, but
totally hot. She had her hands on his ass in a matter of seconds and he was kissing her neck. Then Darryl, for some reason, said, "Jodi baby, am I your first brutha?" The answer confirmed something I had suspected almost 2 decades. "I have waited SO long to get fucked by a black guy I can't believe it," she said.
There it was. There would be no backing out and there was the answer to the big question about that crotch watching. She kissed him again, and ran her hand straight down the middle of his body down to his crotch, rubbing there and going, "oh, wow." "You haven't even got in my pants yet," he told her. "I'm not waiting any longer to get there," she laughed. With that, my wife dropped to her knees, tossing back her blonde hair as it fell in her face, and reached up to undo Darryl's button and zipper. He kicked off his pants, and was
wearing black boxers. They got in a lip lock and I heard her gasping for breathe, panting really. Then they moved over more by the bed where I had a better look. She sort of leaned on him to knock him back down onto the bed and was on top kissing him. She was over him and he reached up and began massaging my wife's tits through her top. She began to moan. She put up her arms and he pulled off her top revealing that black
teddy.
He pulled the straps to the side so they slid down to her elbows and her rack popped out. "Nice," he said, and began playing with them. He got up to his knees and began kissing them and lickign the nipples. Then she reached out, put a hand on either side of his waist and pulled down the boxers. "Fuck," said my wife, who couldn't get her self to say the word any other day. "Shit man," I was thinking. David/Darryl wasn't eight or nine inches in a million years. He had to be at least 11 or 12. This big black snake was hanging down a little, waiting to strike. "You like?"he asked. No answer, she had her mouth wide open in amazement with a sort of grin on it, then on the head, and tried sucking it and licking it. "God damn Darryl, look at the size of your balls!" my wife said, giggling as she licked up from them to the head of his cock. I can't say Ive ever seen one that big. Maybe those guys in pornos or something.
He had reached around and undone the zipper on that skirt and she kicked it off, revealing the Teddy and the thigh highs. She kicked off the shoes and started giving him head. "Go for it Jodi," he told her. I watched her hand, with her wedding ring on it, going up and down on his shaft as she jacked it while sucking it. "About like your husband's?" he said. She