If you are under age, read no further; likewise if the subjects don't interest you. The series deals with consensual sex between adults: a white couple and the wife's desire for, and 1st sexual encounter with a black man, the emerging open marriage relationship and the voyeurism of the husband.
This story is based on another couple with whom we corresponded.
Please keep in mind that AIDS makes such behavior more risky than it may have been during another time when this story is based. Be SAFE!!
(c) 1995 Vic S. Permission granted to post/distribute electronically provided it is not for profit and these notices are left intact. VicSwriter@aol.com
Tammy's Dark Lust by Vic S. as told by Tammy and Mike
My wife, Tammy, says she has the ideal husband and life. I provide her a comfortable home, nice things, travel, money,... and a great sex life... with lot's of big black cock. No, I'm not black; I'm an average white man of 40, 5'10" tall, 175, balding, glasses, 6 inch cock.
Tammy, is a petite 5'4" 108 lbs, natural blonde with beautiful trusses to her shoulders. Her breasts are perky and stand out at a slightly up thrust angle, flat tummy, and cute round tight ass. Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck me look. She keeps herself fit at the Y swimming and we like to cycle.
We meet at a junior college where I thought a business course at night. She was nineteen and fresh out of high-school. We married a year later. She is 26 now.
Outwardly, to our business, neighborhood, and social friends we lead a very conservative life style, typically lower-upper class with a beautiful home in a upper-class neighborhood, two car garage, hot tub, etc.
Tammy wouldn't have always described her sex life as great. In fact, unknown to me, she was rather frustrated during the first 5 years of our marriage. Maybe it's the age difference, maybe I was a little intimidated by her obvious sexuality, but I had problems truly satisfying her. Not that she complained. I thought our sex was great, admittedly a little conservative. The main problem involved my premature, or at least early ejaculation with vaginal intercourse. Even though she was not a virgin when we married, she assured me that she had never had an orgasm with intercourse and that it was probably her fault. I could get her off orally, and that became her (and my) preferred technique.
Things changed drastically a year ago. I was looking for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging through her night stand when I discovered what I could only describe as an illustrated fuck book and an eight inch vibrator. I might simply have put them away as if nothing happened, if she hadn't happened in while I was examining them. The one most significant thing about them that struck me was that the book was exclusively about white women with black men, the pictures were very explicit, and that the vibrator had the appearance of a cock,... and was black.
I didn't know when she came in but she was suddenly there and said, "O OH!" In retrospect I think she may have wished, at least subconsciously, that I find these things.
I found myself apologizing for getting into her "private things". After a very uncomfortable silence I finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're interested in such things. Can we talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about really, they're just a little fantasy material. ...And my friend for when you're on the road,... or too tired."
"Tammy, I know I haven't satisfied you with my cock very well, but our relationship is solid in other ways isn't it?!"
"I love you, Mike. Don't be silly, you satisfy me! It's just harmless fantasy stuff, like you've brought home and shared with me several times!"
"Tammy, we have been very honest with each other... before you answer the next question let me say I think I'd be understanding, given that its natural to be curious about such things when you have limited experience... Have you, or are you wishing to act on these fantasies?"
Her bluntness shocked me... the answer was not what I expected... after several seconds of silence she took a breath and said, "No, I haven't ...yet, but I would love to fuck a black man! There I said it! I hope it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to be a total slut with a big, hung, black stud who would fuck me silly!"
I was in shock, all I could say was that I didn't know what to say, then I managed, "Anyone in particular?"
"No. Read the book!"
"I guess I don't understand what you would want... I mean what you would like to do... specifically?"
"I don't know how much more blunt to be: I want a really hung black man to totally have his way with me, until one of us can't fuck anymore -- read the book!"
I did. While I read, she got undressed and climbed up on the bed out of my reach. She pinched her nipples, rubbed her pussy, and basically distracted me with wantonness. She even asked me to hand her her black friend, the dildo. My hand trembled as I handed it to her. She used it on herself as I watched and read. I tried to touch her once and she pulled away saying "READ!"
It took 2 hours -- about an hour into it I pulled out my rigid cock and stroked off. Tammy, just out of reach, literally pounding that eight inch black dildo into her groin as I jacked off. She slide herself around to where her head was between my legs with her laying on her side. She licked her lips and opened her mouth at my cock -- I tried to put it in her mouth and she pulled back, saying "READ!" I could take no more and told her I was going to cum and aimed it at her mouth and face; she opened wide and we both watched as spurt after spurt of cum splashed in her mouth and on her face. When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow! How much of this do you want?"
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Give me permission, help me get ready, and we'll see where it goes!"
"When do ya want to and how?"
"You know I'm just over my period and I'm the horniest then. Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT." IT was a disco that was usually about eighty percent black. The girl in the book picked up her first black stud at a disco. IT had a reputation for being a white chick - black man pick up spot.
I felt like asking if she had ever been there when I was out of town, but I thought twice -- we had always been honest and she was tonight. I said, "Tammy, you won't leave me for some black guy will you?"
"Hell, no! I do love you! I love our life together! This thing, this craving, has just been consuming me. I feel better with it off my chest, even if you say `No'. I also know that often reality is a let down, and I'm prepared for that."
I reread some of that first encounter in the book. "You can do it, I understand your curiosity. ...But, can I watch?"
"NO, this is for me, no distractions. You can arrange a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, then come up to the room when it's over. If it's something I want to do again, and your still agreeable, maybe we can arrange a way for you to watch if you want."
"If I can't be there, you've got to promise me some things. At some point before the point of no return I want you to ask a few subtle questions that will help determine, the best you can under the circumstances that he is not in a high risk group for AIDS. Ask him some what coyly, if HE has ever had it up the ass. If he's a straight stud his answer will be quick and firm; tell him why you asked. If he says something like `I'd do anything for you' either drop him then or say something like `'I'm not asking you to do it, have you ever?' If he says yes, I wouldn't even bother asking if it was protected. There are many other straight black guys that would give a nut to fuck you. You get the idea. The other concern is IV drug use; for this you may have to wait until he's taken his clothes off. I know it's not the most erotic thing to do at the time but you must look for needle marks, arms, hands, legs, feet. Any evidence of a weapon: knife, gun, drop him. Promise me these things; we're not talking fantasy now!"
"I promise!"
We fucked that night like never before. Still only one orgasm for her, orally, I got off twice, first a suck, then doggy style. I fantasized that I was her black lover -- I wondered if she did the same. After, I asked what she meant by me getting her ready.
She said I should pick out the outfit for her to wear, bathe her, help make her like the slut in the book.
The next day I was a wreck at work. I reserved the room, left work early and made a few stops on the way home. When I got home I asked if she still wanted to go through with it. She said it was up to me, but that her pussy had been wet all day in anticipation. I said I hoped she didn't fix any diner because my stomach was too nervous to eat. She laughed and said hers was too. We spoke very little as I bathed her, dried her beautiful petite, but perfectly proportioned body off. I told her to set on the edge of the tub. I produced a pan of hot water, my razor with a new blade and shaving cream. She smiled and gave me a "You remembered from the book... I love you!" look. I shaved her natural blonde curls from her pubic mound and around her pussy, padded it dry and rubbed her all over with scented oil.
I said it was beautiful and asked if I could eat her now.
"One kiss now, you can eat me later." The hidden meaning was subtle. I made it a long one.
In the bedroom I opened the box with the silky red evening dress, spilt up the side and open in back, plunging so low that the top of her ass crack would be visible (I new her petite size 5 well), and beautiful sheer red hose, they had a three inch stretch hem at the top so no garter was necessary. They had delicate flower pedal cut out patterns at the hem on the inside thigh, I thought they matched her flowering pussy. I dressed her: gold anklet, gold waist chain, hose, dress, red spiked pumps. No panties, no or bra. With the plunging open back it was obvious that she had nothing on underneath.
She looked stunning, a total slut! When she stood with her legs apart and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me anyway, that Tammy not only had no panties on, but also was without pubic hair.
On the way I told her where the room was, and that I had gotten two keys, stopped there earlier and left a bottle of Amereto (her favorite) in a cooler of ice. I didn't tell her about the flowers. I gave her a key. She gave me last minute instructions, "We'll go in IT's separate, when I've picked out my stud, follow as far as the hotel lobby. Don't come up. Wait an hour, then use the house phone to call every fifteen minutes, it will be busy, off the hook, until it's ok for you to come up. Got it?"
We got there at 10, the place was already jumping. We parked in the hotel garage around the corner from IT's. I followed at a safe distance as she paid the cover, went in the door, and took a seat at the bar. She was stunning. She turned down dances with two white guys, and an overweight black. Danced one dance apiece with two different black guys before the ultimate hit on her. He was maybe 6'3", looked like an athlete with nice broad shoulders and narrow hips. I was immediately intimidated and jealous. Two fast dances with a lot of touching, they sat down at a small table, did a slow dance with his hands all over her; he almost swallowed her small white body in his huge frame. I tore my eyes away for an instance and noticed many other people looking at them. I was already trembling inside, but a strange feeling swept over me like a wave. At that moment I think I knew our lives were making a permanent change. Back at the table they didn't set down, simply finished their drinks in a gulp and left with him leading her by the hand.
I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them as they made their way to the hotel. He was fondling her right on the street. As I walked into the lobby my eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for the elevator door to close.
It was 5 'til Eleven. The next three hours 15 minutes where the longest of my life up to that point. I went into the bar and had a couple of drinks; it would have been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I wanted to have most of my senses for after he left.
That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just kept building with each passing minute as I wondered what they were doing at this instance. As directed I called the room at 1 hour, busy. At an hour and a halve (still busy) I got nervous that he might have harmed her and left. I went up and stood silently at the door. The sounds of love making, or should I say sex, where obvious to any one in the hall at the door. The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or furniture was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and exciting. I suddenly realized I had a hard-on; I looked down and noticed I had a wet spot on the front of my crotch like I used to get during heavy petting as a tanager. I went back down to the bar in the dim light and tried to calm down.
I couldn't; I kept wondering things. Was she sucking him? How big was he? Had they been fucking all this time? Did she swallow his cum (she usually spit mine out)? Oh, and her bald pussy, what was he doing to it right now?
At two ten it rang.
"...You can ...come up!"
"Tammy?" It didn't sound like her. It was a horse voice, exhausted.
"Come on.. up!"
"Is HE gone?"
"In the shower, ...wants to ...talk to ya."
"You told him about me? That you're married?"
"Ya! Come on up!" Click. It was a long elevator ride. My heart raced.
My hand trembled as I put the key in the door, then knocked. No answer. I opened the door. The smell of raw sex almost knocked me down! I almost jumped out of my skin as I passed the opening to the bath. He stood there naked, toweling himself off.
"Yu's must be Mike! I'm Jerome!" He offered his hand. I took it weakly as I stared blatantly at his cock. Unaroused, after all the fucking it was longer than mine is when hard, and bigger around; biggest god damn thing I'd ever seen.
"Where's T.. Tammy?" I stammered.
"Oh, she still be coasting on the bed. That's one hot bitch! I think's I quenched her, lest fo now. 'Tell next time."
I stepped on around into the room proper. I scanned the whole scene, taking it in. The room could have just been used by a orgy of 10 people, the way it looked and smelled. The bed covers were off both double beds, leaving only rumpled sheets. The one Tammy was on was pulled away from the its headboard on the wall, it was the one closest to the mirrored wall. One of her red hose was hanging over the lamp. Tammy was laying at an angle with her head away from the mirrored wall, with two pillows sort of under her head. Another pillow was under her hips and her legs were spread with one foot pulled back up to her knee. From my position at the foot of the bed and the end of the mirrored wall, I was looking right down into her bald pussy; it was all red, lips swollen, her inner lips were open about an inch, her insides full of whitish liquid. Her pussy looked way too big for her small pelvis and hips. I looked at her face; she was biting gently on a knuckle, her hair was a mess, her eyes were open, but had a dreamy look as she stared at my face.
I took in the room again; images began to flash through my mind as I noticed details: A ruffled pillow was draped across the arm of the over stuffed chair by the windows -- She was face down in the chair taking his black shaft from behind. The desk was pulled out from the wall at one end. A large bath towel was spread out out top of it, hanging off the end -- she's on her back, legs up on his shoulders as he stands driving shiny blackness into her bald tight pussy. The pile of bed clothes on the floor has a matted down area, I look closer: there is a familiar looking diamond shaped wet spot. I look back at the pillow over the arm of the chair, wet spot there too, and on the other bed right at the edge.
I set down on the corner of the bed Tammy's on. "You OK?"
"Oh ...ya!" dreamily.
I'm startled as Jerome comes into the room. "Yes sir, one hot slut! They all gets excited, but I never had no white chick go so nuts for black meat before!" Jerome was gathering his clothes that were scattered about.
All I could do was try to swallow. I looked at Jenny and her eyes were following Jerome in the mirror as he moved around and dressed. She slide a hand down to her bald mound and gently rubbed at the top of her open gash.
Finally he was dressed, went over to the desk, took out a note pad and scribbled. He handed it to me. "She's saying you gots her ready and made arrangements and stuff. This is my phone number; you'll be call'n." I just stared at him, then the piece of paper. He said, "Face it man, she be needing it again, ain't never going to be the same with you; oh, you'll be getting yours and it'll be better fo you, but she be want'n it black again soon. Once black no going back, at least not fo long. Next time, Mike, give her a good enema fo her bath, and bring some jelly, she be want'n it up the hersy --- I'll pack it with creamy chocolate!" He laughed as he came over to Tammy. He bent down and gave her a long kiss, her hand went around the back of his kinky head. He pinched one nipple, she the other. He slide his hand down her small white body, the contrast was awesome. At her pussy he dipped a finger into her gapping hole. It came out slimy -- He brought it to her lips and she immediately began sucking and licking on his cum covered black finger. As she did so she looked me right in the eye -- no shame, no guilt, just wantonness. "Shit, mama, as much as I'd like some more o'that mouth... I ga'ta go!" He stood and headed for the door slapping me on the back as he passed.
The door closed and he was gone. I looked closer at her body as she studied my face. All she had on was her gold waist chain and delicate anklet. Tammy had dried juices down the inside of her thighs in a couple of directions, both centering on her cunt. It was not only gapping open and pooled with cum inside, but the crack of her ass and outer pussy lips had junks of whitish jelly clinging to the folds. Her thighs were red inside, hips where red, her tits looked like they had been mauled and they had dried juice crusting on them. I moved up to stroke her hair; it had dried cakes, ratting her messy hair.
"Are you sure you're ok?" She nodded yes.
I asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Oh God yes! More than ever for letting me do this! Are you sure you love me?"
"Yes, I still love you! What's all this about an enema and hersy chocolate?"
"Later, kiss me!" Her lips were still wet from his cum she'd just sucked from his finger! I leaned over slowly, she pulled my face to hers. It was a long, gentle, passionate kiss. She tasted funny. It was him, I knew that. Her mouth was soft and giving, she swirled her tongue into my mouth, I liked that, she didn't usually do that. I could taste him. I had a hard on.
"You know you're going to have to tell me every detail! Did you suck him?" "Yes. That's why I'm horse" "Did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes, twice." "Did you swallow his cum?" "Yes, completely the first time, except for a few dribbles; he got real sloppy the second, I swallowed half of it then he pulled out and shot it all over my face, tits, hair -- he was a fucking firehose!" She held up her matted hair.
"I see it dried on your tits and hair but your face is clean."
"He wiped most of it into my mouth with his finger. Then made me wash my face before he'd kiss me again -- told me to leave it on my tits to though!" She looked at the crust on her heaving pointed breasts. I stroked her forehead. I had a pounding hard-on.
"Did he eat your pussy?" "Yes! The first blow job I gave him was just me on my knees, till he came, must have been a quart. You know the times I've swallowed your cum, its never taken more than two swallows, usually I can hold your whole load in my mouth without swallowing, with him, I swear I had to swallow four or five times, and I still choked and dribbled some. The second time I sucked him off we were 69. He had fucked me for maybe 20 minutes by then, but hadn't cum yet in my pussy. I begged him to cum in my mouth again; I just couldn't get enough of it."
"You know all of this is giving me an inferiority complex."
"Is that why you have a big hard-on?"
"How many times did you cum?" "I lost count somewhere around seven; after that it was like one long high! Believe it or not the first small one happened while I was sucking him the first time! Then the first big one --oh my god-- the first vaginal orgasm in my life took about one minute of his cock ...and it wasn't even all the way in!"
"He looked hung like a horse, but I only saw him after. How big was he hard?"
"At least 10 inches, ...at least. He said 10 1/2. And big around, shit!" Tammy made an open circle with her finger indicating she couldn't get her hand closed around it, at least an inch shy.
"How much of that did you take, it's obvious his width opened you up?" We both glanced at the mirrored wall at her still gapping pussy, elevated on the pillow.
"Orally, about half, maybe six inches." I'm thinking that means she could take all of me, we'll have to check this out. Then Tammy stretched her arms around my head and smiled real big. She slowly pulled me toward her mouth for a kiss. "My cunt took the whole fucking black telephone pole!"
"WOW! Little 108 lbs Tammy. What was your favorite part?" "The excitement of the first blow job I gave him; I actually had my orgasm when the first of his squirts hit the back of my throat. Then the first fuck he gave me, that first penetration, then when he carried me around on his cock!"
"Do what?" "Will, once when we took a break for a drink and pee -- he let me hold it while he pissed a gallon -- we ended up fucking with me on the counter in the bathroom. He picked me up and carried me around with his hands on my ass, my arms around his neck and his cock up my pussy the whole time. It was like a bull ride. That was when he took some of my pussy lub and stuck a finger up my ass. I went berserk, that was maybe my 5th cum. In a minute he had me on my back at the edge of the bed begging him to fuck my ass."
"Did he? We've never done that!"
"No he didn't, and we will my love. This is embarrassing, but what the hell: With his finger in my ass as far as it would go he said he could feel... some... you know!. I offered to go to the rest room for him, but he said we should really use a lubricant and a rubber -- he was very considerate really! That's what that enema business was all about. After that he laid me over the chair, he drove into me so hard that time, I almost passed out as he mashed me into the chair from behind."
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
"My next most favorite part is right now; telling you all about it, without any fear or guilt, I swear its turning me on... and I think you too!" She stroked my hard-on through my slacks.
"So what now, shall we clean you up. I could start a nice hot bath!"
"Later, just clean me up right here for now." "I'll get a warm rag." I started to get up, she pulled me back and looked at me wickedly. "Your mouth, Mike, clean me up with your mouth." She peered right into my eyes to the depth of my sole. "You see that's the final part of my fantasy tonight. That's why I'm laying here like this with my ass lifted on this pillow, so his last load wouldn't run out. I had him deposit it deep... for you."
"You told him you were going to have me eat his cum from your pussy?" I asked, not sure if I liked her sharing her desire for kinky behavior from her husband with another man.
"Yes, he said if he had known he wouldn't have cum so many times earlier -- it could have been a bigger load! I told him I would have missed eating it myself. The pillow was his idea!"
She started to whisper, with her still horse sexy voice, "You'll do this for me won't you, Mike? Eat my bald pussy, Mike, eat my black cock fucked white pussy, Mike, eat your white wife's bald pussy that's full of a black man's cum. Do it!"
She was using her hands to guide my face to her boiling cauldron. It was like I was in a trance, as I laid between her out stretched legs. She took my head in both hands and guided, not forced, my mouth to her cum filled pussy. Before my lips even hit her pussy, I new I was hooked. As strong as the sex odor had been when I walked into the room, it was nothing compared to the sensuous fragrance of the fruits of their love making. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the liquid pooled at her gapping pussy opening. Then I locked my lips to her pussy. I loved it, my lips and mouth and her bald pussy were on fire with the pungent black cock juice! I sucked out the visible juice, showed it to her in my mouth. She smiled wickedly and mouthed almost soundlessly, "Swallow it!" and I swallowed. Now I went berserk. I licked the thickening lumps from the folds of her pussy, and ass crack. Before I was finished Tammy had cum again and contracted her pussy muscles to fill my mouth again from the deep deposit Jerome's black firehose had made. When I thought I had it all, Tammy told me to lie on my back and open my mouth, she then sat right up on my face; the biggest amount yet poured into my mouth, because I'm so near sighted I could actually watch it globbing out in blobs, and stringy rivulets, that clung to her open, inner pussy lips, until a swipe of my tongue cleaned around the edges. She was leaning forward watching my feast with a big shit eating grin on her face; she also knew I was hooked. She contracted again, more slide out. I got most of it in my mouth, but I still had it ear to ear.
Tammy leaned down and said, "My turn to clean you!" She licked my face clean and we locked our mouths together in the sloppiest kiss in our history. We passed some of the juice back and forth.
Tammy said this was better than in her wildest dreams. Then I laid her down and tried to clean the crusted stuff from her with my tongue as will. As I did it I said that I wished I could have been here when it was fresh. She said next time I can be. I told her I hated the wait.
Even though her pussy was sore and raw, and her jaw ached, we fucked and sucked tell dawn. Most of it spent with me nibbling on her bald pussy. She did deep throat me, if you call 6" deep. I even ate and reamed her ass, I had never done that before.
We ordered a big room service breakfast (had them leave it in the hall, the room was still a wreck), and nourished ourselves before I fucked Tammy's virgin ass (if you don't count a black finger) using butter as lubricant.
That was a year ago. Tammy's sampled many black cocks since then, she averages one black session a week. Our personnel sex (just her and me) is better, and I love it when I can join her black studs in servicing her (as she calls it).
End TDL ...
Comments and inquiries about other stories are welcome to VicSwriter@aol.com.
This story is based on another couple with whom we corresponded.
Please keep in mind that AIDS makes such behavior more risky than it may have been during another time when this story is based. Be SAFE!!
(c) 1995 Vic S. Permission granted to post/distribute electronically provided it is not for profit and these notices are left intact. VicSwriter@aol.com
Tammy's Dark Lust by Vic S. as told by Tammy and Mike
My wife, Tammy, says she has the ideal husband and life. I provide her a comfortable home, nice things, travel, money,... and a great sex life... with lot's of big black cock. No, I'm not black; I'm an average white man of 40, 5'10" tall, 175, balding, glasses, 6 inch cock.
Tammy, is a petite 5'4" 108 lbs, natural blonde with beautiful trusses to her shoulders. Her breasts are perky and stand out at a slightly up thrust angle, flat tummy, and cute round tight ass. Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck me look. She keeps herself fit at the Y swimming and we like to cycle.
We meet at a junior college where I thought a business course at night. She was nineteen and fresh out of high-school. We married a year later. She is 26 now.
Outwardly, to our business, neighborhood, and social friends we lead a very conservative life style, typically lower-upper class with a beautiful home in a upper-class neighborhood, two car garage, hot tub, etc.
Tammy wouldn't have always described her sex life as great. In fact, unknown to me, she was rather frustrated during the first 5 years of our marriage. Maybe it's the age difference, maybe I was a little intimidated by her obvious sexuality, but I had problems truly satisfying her. Not that she complained. I thought our sex was great, admittedly a little conservative. The main problem involved my premature, or at least early ejaculation with vaginal intercourse. Even though she was not a virgin when we married, she assured me that she had never had an orgasm with intercourse and that it was probably her fault. I could get her off orally, and that became her (and my) preferred technique.
Things changed drastically a year ago. I was looking for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging through her night stand when I discovered what I could only describe as an illustrated fuck book and an eight inch vibrator. I might simply have put them away as if nothing happened, if she hadn't happened in while I was examining them. The one most significant thing about them that struck me was that the book was exclusively about white women with black men, the pictures were very explicit, and that the vibrator had the appearance of a cock,... and was black.
I didn't know when she came in but she was suddenly there and said, "O OH!" In retrospect I think she may have wished, at least subconsciously, that I find these things.
I found myself apologizing for getting into her "private things". After a very uncomfortable silence I finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're interested in such things. Can we talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about really, they're just a little fantasy material. ...And my friend for when you're on the road,... or too tired."
"Tammy, I know I haven't satisfied you with my cock very well, but our relationship is solid in other ways isn't it?!"
"I love you, Mike. Don't be silly, you satisfy me! It's just harmless fantasy stuff, like you've brought home and shared with me several times!"
"Tammy, we have been very honest with each other... before you answer the next question let me say I think I'd be understanding, given that its natural to be curious about such things when you have limited experience... Have you, or are you wishing to act on these fantasies?"
Her bluntness shocked me... the answer was not what I expected... after several seconds of silence she took a breath and said, "No, I haven't ...yet, but I would love to fuck a black man! There I said it! I hope it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to be a total slut with a big, hung, black stud who would fuck me silly!"
I was in shock, all I could say was that I didn't know what to say, then I managed, "Anyone in particular?"
"No. Read the book!"
"I guess I don't understand what you would want... I mean what you would like to do... specifically?"
"I don't know how much more blunt to be: I want a really hung black man to totally have his way with me, until one of us can't fuck anymore -- read the book!"
I did. While I read, she got undressed and climbed up on the bed out of my reach. She pinched her nipples, rubbed her pussy, and basically distracted me with wantonness. She even asked me to hand her her black friend, the dildo. My hand trembled as I handed it to her. She used it on herself as I watched and read. I tried to touch her once and she pulled away saying "READ!"
It took 2 hours -- about an hour into it I pulled out my rigid cock and stroked off. Tammy, just out of reach, literally pounding that eight inch black dildo into her groin as I jacked off. She slide herself around to where her head was between my legs with her laying on her side. She licked her lips and opened her mouth at my cock -- I tried to put it in her mouth and she pulled back, saying "READ!" I could take no more and told her I was going to cum and aimed it at her mouth and face; she opened wide and we both watched as spurt after spurt of cum splashed in her mouth and on her face. When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow! How much of this do you want?"
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Give me permission, help me get ready, and we'll see where it goes!"
"When do ya want to and how?"
"You know I'm just over my period and I'm the horniest then. Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT." IT was a disco that was usually about eighty percent black. The girl in the book picked up her first black stud at a disco. IT had a reputation for being a white chick - black man pick up spot.
I felt like asking if she had ever been there when I was out of town, but I thought twice -- we had always been honest and she was tonight. I said, "Tammy, you won't leave me for some black guy will you?"
"Hell, no! I do love you! I love our life together! This thing, this craving, has just been consuming me. I feel better with it off my chest, even if you say `No'. I also know that often reality is a let down, and I'm prepared for that."
I reread some of that first encounter in the book. "You can do it, I understand your curiosity. ...But, can I watch?"
"NO, this is for me, no distractions. You can arrange a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, then come up to the room when it's over. If it's something I want to do again, and your still agreeable, maybe we can arrange a way for you to watch if you want."
"If I can't be there, you've got to promise me some things. At some point before the point of no return I want you to ask a few subtle questions that will help determine, the best you can under the circumstances that he is not in a high risk group for AIDS. Ask him some what coyly, if HE has ever had it up the ass. If he's a straight stud his answer will be quick and firm; tell him why you asked. If he says something like `I'd do anything for you' either drop him then or say something like `'I'm not asking you to do it, have you ever?' If he says yes, I wouldn't even bother asking if it was protected. There are many other straight black guys that would give a nut to fuck you. You get the idea. The other concern is IV drug use; for this you may have to wait until he's taken his clothes off. I know it's not the most erotic thing to do at the time but you must look for needle marks, arms, hands, legs, feet. Any evidence of a weapon: knife, gun, drop him. Promise me these things; we're not talking fantasy now!"
"I promise!"
We fucked that night like never before. Still only one orgasm for her, orally, I got off twice, first a suck, then doggy style. I fantasized that I was her black lover -- I wondered if she did the same. After, I asked what she meant by me getting her ready.
She said I should pick out the outfit for her to wear, bathe her, help make her like the slut in the book.
The next day I was a wreck at work. I reserved the room, left work early and made a few stops on the way home. When I got home I asked if she still wanted to go through with it. She said it was up to me, but that her pussy had been wet all day in anticipation. I said I hoped she didn't fix any diner because my stomach was too nervous to eat. She laughed and said hers was too. We spoke very little as I bathed her, dried her beautiful petite, but perfectly proportioned body off. I told her to set on the edge of the tub. I produced a pan of hot water, my razor with a new blade and shaving cream. She smiled and gave me a "You remembered from the book... I love you!" look. I shaved her natural blonde curls from her pubic mound and around her pussy, padded it dry and rubbed her all over with scented oil.
I said it was beautiful and asked if I could eat her now.
"One kiss now, you can eat me later." The hidden meaning was subtle. I made it a long one.
In the bedroom I opened the box with the silky red evening dress, spilt up the side and open in back, plunging so low that the top of her ass crack would be visible (I new her petite size 5 well), and beautiful sheer red hose, they had a three inch stretch hem at the top so no garter was necessary. They had delicate flower pedal cut out patterns at the hem on the inside thigh, I thought they matched her flowering pussy. I dressed her: gold anklet, gold waist chain, hose, dress, red spiked pumps. No panties, no or bra. With the plunging open back it was obvious that she had nothing on underneath.
She looked stunning, a total slut! When she stood with her legs apart and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me anyway, that Tammy not only had no panties on, but also was without pubic hair.
On the way I told her where the room was, and that I had gotten two keys, stopped there earlier and left a bottle of Amereto (her favorite) in a cooler of ice. I didn't tell her about the flowers. I gave her a key. She gave me last minute instructions, "We'll go in IT's separate, when I've picked out my stud, follow as far as the hotel lobby. Don't come up. Wait an hour, then use the house phone to call every fifteen minutes, it will be busy, off the hook, until it's ok for you to come up. Got it?"
We got there at 10, the place was already jumping. We parked in the hotel garage around the corner from IT's. I followed at a safe distance as she paid the cover, went in the door, and took a seat at the bar. She was stunning. She turned down dances with two white guys, and an overweight black. Danced one dance apiece with two different black guys before the ultimate hit on her. He was maybe 6'3", looked like an athlete with nice broad shoulders and narrow hips. I was immediately intimidated and jealous. Two fast dances with a lot of touching, they sat down at a small table, did a slow dance with his hands all over her; he almost swallowed her small white body in his huge frame. I tore my eyes away for an instance and noticed many other people looking at them. I was already trembling inside, but a strange feeling swept over me like a wave. At that moment I think I knew our lives were making a permanent change. Back at the table they didn't set down, simply finished their drinks in a gulp and left with him leading her by the hand.
I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them as they made their way to the hotel. He was fondling her right on the street. As I walked into the lobby my eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for the elevator door to close.
It was 5 'til Eleven. The next three hours 15 minutes where the longest of my life up to that point. I went into the bar and had a couple of drinks; it would have been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I wanted to have most of my senses for after he left.
That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just kept building with each passing minute as I wondered what they were doing at this instance. As directed I called the room at 1 hour, busy. At an hour and a halve (still busy) I got nervous that he might have harmed her and left. I went up and stood silently at the door. The sounds of love making, or should I say sex, where obvious to any one in the hall at the door. The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or furniture was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and exciting. I suddenly realized I had a hard-on; I looked down and noticed I had a wet spot on the front of my crotch like I used to get during heavy petting as a tanager. I went back down to the bar in the dim light and tried to calm down.
I couldn't; I kept wondering things. Was she sucking him? How big was he? Had they been fucking all this time? Did she swallow his cum (she usually spit mine out)? Oh, and her bald pussy, what was he doing to it right now?
At two ten it rang.
"...You can ...come up!"
"Tammy?" It didn't sound like her. It was a horse voice, exhausted.
"Come on.. up!"
"Is HE gone?"
"In the shower, ...wants to ...talk to ya."
"You told him about me? That you're married?"
"Ya! Come on up!" Click. It was a long elevator ride. My heart raced.
My hand trembled as I put the key in the door, then knocked. No answer. I opened the door. The smell of raw sex almost knocked me down! I almost jumped out of my skin as I passed the opening to the bath. He stood there naked, toweling himself off.
"Yu's must be Mike! I'm Jerome!" He offered his hand. I took it weakly as I stared blatantly at his cock. Unaroused, after all the fucking it was longer than mine is when hard, and bigger around; biggest god damn thing I'd ever seen.
"Where's T.. Tammy?" I stammered.
"Oh, she still be coasting on the bed. That's one hot bitch! I think's I quenched her, lest fo now. 'Tell next time."
I stepped on around into the room proper. I scanned the whole scene, taking it in. The room could have just been used by a orgy of 10 people, the way it looked and smelled. The bed covers were off both double beds, leaving only rumpled sheets. The one Tammy was on was pulled away from the its headboard on the wall, it was the one closest to the mirrored wall. One of her red hose was hanging over the lamp. Tammy was laying at an angle with her head away from the mirrored wall, with two pillows sort of under her head. Another pillow was under her hips and her legs were spread with one foot pulled back up to her knee. From my position at the foot of the bed and the end of the mirrored wall, I was looking right down into her bald pussy; it was all red, lips swollen, her inner lips were open about an inch, her insides full of whitish liquid. Her pussy looked way too big for her small pelvis and hips. I looked at her face; she was biting gently on a knuckle, her hair was a mess, her eyes were open, but had a dreamy look as she stared at my face.
I took in the room again; images began to flash through my mind as I noticed details: A ruffled pillow was draped across the arm of the over stuffed chair by the windows -- She was face down in the chair taking his black shaft from behind. The desk was pulled out from the wall at one end. A large bath towel was spread out out top of it, hanging off the end -- she's on her back, legs up on his shoulders as he stands driving shiny blackness into her bald tight pussy. The pile of bed clothes on the floor has a matted down area, I look closer: there is a familiar looking diamond shaped wet spot. I look back at the pillow over the arm of the chair, wet spot there too, and on the other bed right at the edge.
I set down on the corner of the bed Tammy's on. "You OK?"
"Oh ...ya!" dreamily.
I'm startled as Jerome comes into the room. "Yes sir, one hot slut! They all gets excited, but I never had no white chick go so nuts for black meat before!" Jerome was gathering his clothes that were scattered about.
All I could do was try to swallow. I looked at Jenny and her eyes were following Jerome in the mirror as he moved around and dressed. She slide a hand down to her bald mound and gently rubbed at the top of her open gash.
Finally he was dressed, went over to the desk, took out a note pad and scribbled. He handed it to me. "She's saying you gots her ready and made arrangements and stuff. This is my phone number; you'll be call'n." I just stared at him, then the piece of paper. He said, "Face it man, she be needing it again, ain't never going to be the same with you; oh, you'll be getting yours and it'll be better fo you, but she be want'n it black again soon. Once black no going back, at least not fo long. Next time, Mike, give her a good enema fo her bath, and bring some jelly, she be want'n it up the hersy --- I'll pack it with creamy chocolate!" He laughed as he came over to Tammy. He bent down and gave her a long kiss, her hand went around the back of his kinky head. He pinched one nipple, she the other. He slide his hand down her small white body, the contrast was awesome. At her pussy he dipped a finger into her gapping hole. It came out slimy -- He brought it to her lips and she immediately began sucking and licking on his cum covered black finger. As she did so she looked me right in the eye -- no shame, no guilt, just wantonness. "Shit, mama, as much as I'd like some more o'that mouth... I ga'ta go!" He stood and headed for the door slapping me on the back as he passed.
The door closed and he was gone. I looked closer at her body as she studied my face. All she had on was her gold waist chain and delicate anklet. Tammy had dried juices down the inside of her thighs in a couple of directions, both centering on her cunt. It was not only gapping open and pooled with cum inside, but the crack of her ass and outer pussy lips had junks of whitish jelly clinging to the folds. Her thighs were red inside, hips where red, her tits looked like they had been mauled and they had dried juice crusting on them. I moved up to stroke her hair; it had dried cakes, ratting her messy hair.
"Are you sure you're ok?" She nodded yes.
I asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Oh God yes! More than ever for letting me do this! Are you sure you love me?"
"Yes, I still love you! What's all this about an enema and hersy chocolate?"
"Later, kiss me!" Her lips were still wet from his cum she'd just sucked from his finger! I leaned over slowly, she pulled my face to hers. It was a long, gentle, passionate kiss. She tasted funny. It was him, I knew that. Her mouth was soft and giving, she swirled her tongue into my mouth, I liked that, she didn't usually do that. I could taste him. I had a hard on.
"You know you're going to have to tell me every detail! Did you suck him?" "Yes. That's why I'm horse" "Did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes, twice." "Did you swallow his cum?" "Yes, completely the first time, except for a few dribbles; he got real sloppy the second, I swallowed half of it then he pulled out and shot it all over my face, tits, hair -- he was a fucking firehose!" She held up her matted hair.
"I see it dried on your tits and hair but your face is clean."
"He wiped most of it into my mouth with his finger. Then made me wash my face before he'd kiss me again -- told me to leave it on my tits to though!" She looked at the crust on her heaving pointed breasts. I stroked her forehead. I had a pounding hard-on.
"Did he eat your pussy?" "Yes! The first blow job I gave him was just me on my knees, till he came, must have been a quart. You know the times I've swallowed your cum, its never taken more than two swallows, usually I can hold your whole load in my mouth without swallowing, with him, I swear I had to swallow four or five times, and I still choked and dribbled some. The second time I sucked him off we were 69. He had fucked me for maybe 20 minutes by then, but hadn't cum yet in my pussy. I begged him to cum in my mouth again; I just couldn't get enough of it."
"You know all of this is giving me an inferiority complex."
"Is that why you have a big hard-on?"
"How many times did you cum?" "I lost count somewhere around seven; after that it was like one long high! Believe it or not the first small one happened while I was sucking him the first time! Then the first big one --oh my god-- the first vaginal orgasm in my life took about one minute of his cock ...and it wasn't even all the way in!"
"He looked hung like a horse, but I only saw him after. How big was he hard?"
"At least 10 inches, ...at least. He said 10 1/2. And big around, shit!" Tammy made an open circle with her finger indicating she couldn't get her hand closed around it, at least an inch shy.
"How much of that did you take, it's obvious his width opened you up?" We both glanced at the mirrored wall at her still gapping pussy, elevated on the pillow.
"Orally, about half, maybe six inches." I'm thinking that means she could take all of me, we'll have to check this out. Then Tammy stretched her arms around my head and smiled real big. She slowly pulled me toward her mouth for a kiss. "My cunt took the whole fucking black telephone pole!"
"WOW! Little 108 lbs Tammy. What was your favorite part?" "The excitement of the first blow job I gave him; I actually had my orgasm when the first of his squirts hit the back of my throat. Then the first fuck he gave me, that first penetration, then when he carried me around on his cock!"
"Do what?" "Will, once when we took a break for a drink and pee -- he let me hold it while he pissed a gallon -- we ended up fucking with me on the counter in the bathroom. He picked me up and carried me around with his hands on my ass, my arms around his neck and his cock up my pussy the whole time. It was like a bull ride. That was when he took some of my pussy lub and stuck a finger up my ass. I went berserk, that was maybe my 5th cum. In a minute he had me on my back at the edge of the bed begging him to fuck my ass."
"Did he? We've never done that!"
"No he didn't, and we will my love. This is embarrassing, but what the hell: With his finger in my ass as far as it would go he said he could feel... some... you know!. I offered to go to the rest room for him, but he said we should really use a lubricant and a rubber -- he was very considerate really! That's what that enema business was all about. After that he laid me over the chair, he drove into me so hard that time, I almost passed out as he mashed me into the chair from behind."
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
"My next most favorite part is right now; telling you all about it, without any fear or guilt, I swear its turning me on... and I think you too!" She stroked my hard-on through my slacks.
"So what now, shall we clean you up. I could start a nice hot bath!"
"Later, just clean me up right here for now." "I'll get a warm rag." I started to get up, she pulled me back and looked at me wickedly. "Your mouth, Mike, clean me up with your mouth." She peered right into my eyes to the depth of my sole. "You see that's the final part of my fantasy tonight. That's why I'm laying here like this with my ass lifted on this pillow, so his last load wouldn't run out. I had him deposit it deep... for you."
"You told him you were going to have me eat his cum from your pussy?" I asked, not sure if I liked her sharing her desire for kinky behavior from her husband with another man.
"Yes, he said if he had known he wouldn't have cum so many times earlier -- it could have been a bigger load! I told him I would have missed eating it myself. The pillow was his idea!"
She started to whisper, with her still horse sexy voice, "You'll do this for me won't you, Mike? Eat my bald pussy, Mike, eat my black cock fucked white pussy, Mike, eat your white wife's bald pussy that's full of a black man's cum. Do it!"
She was using her hands to guide my face to her boiling cauldron. It was like I was in a trance, as I laid between her out stretched legs. She took my head in both hands and guided, not forced, my mouth to her cum filled pussy. Before my lips even hit her pussy, I new I was hooked. As strong as the sex odor had been when I walked into the room, it was nothing compared to the sensuous fragrance of the fruits of their love making. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the liquid pooled at her gapping pussy opening. Then I locked my lips to her pussy. I loved it, my lips and mouth and her bald pussy were on fire with the pungent black cock juice! I sucked out the visible juice, showed it to her in my mouth. She smiled wickedly and mouthed almost soundlessly, "Swallow it!" and I swallowed. Now I went berserk. I licked the thickening lumps from the folds of her pussy, and ass crack. Before I was finished Tammy had cum again and contracted her pussy muscles to fill my mouth again from the deep deposit Jerome's black firehose had made. When I thought I had it all, Tammy told me to lie on my back and open my mouth, she then sat right up on my face; the biggest amount yet poured into my mouth, because I'm so near sighted I could actually watch it globbing out in blobs, and stringy rivulets, that clung to her open, inner pussy lips, until a swipe of my tongue cleaned around the edges. She was leaning forward watching my feast with a big shit eating grin on her face; she also knew I was hooked. She contracted again, more slide out. I got most of it in my mouth, but I still had it ear to ear.
Tammy leaned down and said, "My turn to clean you!" She licked my face clean and we locked our mouths together in the sloppiest kiss in our history. We passed some of the juice back and forth.
Tammy said this was better than in her wildest dreams. Then I laid her down and tried to clean the crusted stuff from her with my tongue as will. As I did it I said that I wished I could have been here when it was fresh. She said next time I can be. I told her I hated the wait.
Even though her pussy was sore and raw, and her jaw ached, we fucked and sucked tell dawn. Most of it spent with me nibbling on her bald pussy. She did deep throat me, if you call 6" deep. I even ate and reamed her ass, I had never done that before.
We ordered a big room service breakfast (had them leave it in the hall, the room was still a wreck), and nourished ourselves before I fucked Tammy's virgin ass (if you don't count a black finger) using butter as lubricant.
That was a year ago. Tammy's sampled many black cocks since then, she averages one black session a week. Our personnel sex (just her and me) is better, and I love it when I can join her black studs in servicing her (as she calls it).
End TDL ...
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