Don’t ask how I ended up in the pub. The story is too long and convoluted. Suffice it to say my wife, Karen, works with a woman who thinks blacks are sexually superior and won’t give a white guy the time of day. Karen’s friend, Nancy, enjoys going to fuck-parties; you know the kind. Several black studs and some willing white women get adjoining hotel rooms and spend the night partying and fucking. Nancy, a tall, big-boned but well built woman of 32, has wonderfully big tits and corresponding round ass, her dark blonde hair is long and she has an attractive face. She has worked with my wife for three years and for all three years has been vocal about her total preference for black men for sex.
Karen, my wife, is 34, five-feet two, about 125 with light brown hair, brown eyes, quite pretty ( think) and possesses a nice body, 34C-26-36 with a round, plump ass, great legs with full firm thighs that frame a neatly trimmed but dense triangle of hair over her pussy. Karen is certainly no prude and has no problem with interracial sex and even found Nancy’s beliefs entertaining and ‘interesting’ but for the longest time that’s as far as it went. A few times Karen would ask, usually after a few drinks, if I’d ever want her fucking a black guy and I confessed the idea and imagery turned me on. Karen would then laugh and remind me, “You know, once you go black, you don’t go back…” to which I always blushed and replied it didn’t bother me.
Evidently Karen had talked with Nancy about being curious about sex with black bulls to which Nancy, always the zealot, told my wife the sex was so good she’d never want another white man, including me, between her legs. Although Karen found that hard to grasp, it piqued her interest. What’s more, Nancy told Karen there was going to be a party at a small hotel not far from where we lived and invited her to answer her curiosity once and for all. Karen and I discussed her going. My wife was interested if only to try it once. I wasn’t so sure. Whenever we had opportunity to drive by the location, Karen always nudged me and said, “That’s where it’s gonna happen”.
One thing I noticed right away was a definite lack of interest in sex on Karen’s part – at least with me. She’d talk on the phone with Nancy for an hour or so about sex but then turn around and barely mention the word to me. At night, regardless how horny I might be, Karen began acting indifferent and suggesting, “Why not let me just jerk you off…” And I admit, I accepted the offer. It was during one of those nights that the subject of the party came up again, just a week before it was scheduled to happen.
“Nancy really wants me to go to her party,” Karen murmured, her head on my shoulder as she watched her hand pump slowly on my cock. My arm was around her and I squeezed her bare shoulder.
“Do you really want to go?” I asked and felt Karen’s head move. “Kinda,” she confessed softly. “I’m just really curious. It’s not like I am going to be a street whore or anything. I just keep hearing Nancy talking how incredible it is and I am curious”.
“Envious?” I asked slowly. Karen didn’t say anything for a moment. “Maybe,” she finally sighed. “Are you afraid I might really like it?” she asked and I had to admit I did…a little. “I just want to try it,” Karen said. Her hand squeezed my cock and she began stroking faster. “Let me do it”. There was a hint of plea in her voice. “I’m not gonna get addicted or anything. I just want to see what it’s all about”. She moved so those big tits were pressed at my chest and she draped a smooth thigh over mine and gently humped her furry pussy on my leg. “You know you really like the idea,” she whispered.
“Okay,” I managed to get out. “Go ahead”. Karen guided my cock to when I shot my load it covered by entire stomach. She kissed me deeply. So there I ended up, sitting in a padded booth in a darkened corner of the bar located on the hotel’s first floor. Karen sat across from me wearing a white halter and short black skirt. I could see her nipples against the material of the halter top. Karen had called Nancy’s room as soon as we had arrived and we’d taken the booth Nancy recommended; evidently Nancy was both vary familiar and very recognized at this place.
We both sat and sipped our drinks; Karen had ordered hers extra strong. She looked great, hair braided behind her head, scant make-up very well applied and she kept licking her lips whether from nerves or excitement I didn’t know. With a few moments a large, burly black guy approached and evidently recognized Karen from a description Nancy had given him. He was very dark, shaved head with heavily muscled arms and chest. He introduced himself as Dave and immediately slid into the seat with Karen.
“So are you ready to enjoy yourself?” he asked in a very deep voice. He was tight against my wife and I saw Karen couldn’t stop looking at him. She nodded and Dave looked at me. “You know what’s going on, right?” he stared at me with a smile and when I nodded, the smile widened. “Very good. Some husbands are clueless so it’s good having a hubby who is into it,” he winked at me and then turned to Karen. “Are you on any kind of protection? We rarely use condoms,” he told her and my wife blushed and barely nodded.
“I get a Depo shot each month,” she replied weakly. Her answer seemed to please Dave and he put a massive arm around her shoulder and french kissed her suddenly; deeply. Karen, taken aback at first, instantly melted into the kiss, their tongues worked hard deep in each other’s mouth, gently sucking tongues and biting and licking lips. Dave slid a big hand beneath Karen’s halter, gently hefting and fondling one big tit.
“Mmm, let’s see what you got, baby,” he murmured and freed the tit, his fingers rolling the hard, erect nipple as Karen’s gasped and softly groaned. Her hand dropped automatically to Dave’s lap. “Go ahead,” he encouraged her, “Take it out and see what a big cock is like”. So as he tongued my wife’s mouth openly and fondled one tit I saw Karen’s arm moving as she opened the black man’s slacks. She groaned deep in her throat.
“Ohmygod,” she whimpered and I saw her arm move like she was stroking the cock. Dave smiled easily and nodded in my direction. “Come take a look at your sexy white wife feeling her first nigga dick”. My heart was hammering and my stomach was in a knot as I slipped from the booth and edged around the other side of the table where I stood, gaping at a thick, massive coal black cock had my wife’s slender white fingers around it. The head was a light brown and Karen jerkily stroked as she stared at the massive meat. “You ready to party?” Dave asked and Karen simply nodded mutely, not even looking at me. Dave tucked his cock back in his slacks and pushed Karen’s tit back into her halter. The two got up from the booth and walked, hand in hand, around the corner of the bar to an elevator. Our arrangement with Nancy was that I’d wait at the table until such time it was appropriate for her to come get me and take me to Karen so we could get home. I waited for over an hour and had three more drinks. I needed to fortification.
Nancy finally appeared at the booth; it seemed like she’d been rushed getting dressed and had thrown on something akin to a swimsuit cover-up. She escorted me to the elevator and said nothing until we got on and the door closed. “Karen got a bit on the wild said,” Nancy told me with an evil smile. “I need to tell you when you see her, don’t get bent out of shape. Don’t say anything, okay? She has been really enjoying herself”. With those words in my ear, we got off the elevator and walked down a carpeted hallway. Using her pass key to open the door, Nancy beckoned to me and I slipped into what was obviously a mini-suite. Bottles of liquor and misers lined a small bar, in a bedroom to the right a brunette was sandwiched between two blacks; one cock pumping her twat as another worked in and out of her asshole. The brunette was groaning and gasping for breath. On the left, in a small room, an auburn-haired woman was on her back atop several cushions, a muscular black stud between her legs fucking her hard as she clasped his waist and begged for more cock. Then I saw Karen.
My wife was on the far side of the room, completely nude. She straddled one black bull; I saw it was Dave, and another hung stud stood on either side of her. Karen sat with her back to Dave and his massive cock was buried to the hilt up her pussy; the lips were stretched wide like tight rubberbands and a mass of frothy semen slopped out around the edges of the hole each time Dave’s cock thrust in deep. In her right hand Karen was stroking another heavy black dick as she leaned to her left and sucked a third. The black bull getting his cock sucked held Karen’s head in place and fucked her mouth, going deep enough at times to create the gag reflex. My wife’s face was a lattice-work of silvery sperm, two long strings swung lewdly from her chin as she sucked the black cock in her mouth. Her tits had shiny smears of cum on them and I could hear the wet slurping as Karen worked the black cock in her mouth.
“She’s taken a load from each of them in her cunt,” Nancy whispered to me as I stood transfixed, “and now David is at her for a second time”. Nancy nudged me. “Go ahead and take out your dick and play with it,” she told me. “I know you like this”. My hard cock was almost bursting thru my slacks and when it popped free, it was a massive relief. I began to slowly stroke. “The other three want to get at her also,” Nancy indicated the three black men already working on the other two white women. “I don’t think Karen wants to leave”. When I glanced at her, Nancy gave me a wicked smile; eyes glittering. As if to prove her point, Nancy shrugged off her flimsy cover-up and walked across the room; I stared at her swaying, wiggling ass cheeks and the way her heavy tits jiggled.
“You want to keep getting black dick or leave now?” Nancy asked Karen, standing in front of her, Nancy’s navel even with my wife’s eyes. Karen paused sucking the black cock.
“Uh-uh…stay,” she replied thickly and let her mouth be fucked again. Nancy glanced over her bare shoulder at me, placed a raised finger to her lips and then turned back to Karen.
“Do you still want to eat my pussy and ass like you told me earlier?” Nancy’s voice was soft. Karen took a hand from the cock she was sucking and slid it between Nancy’s full thighs. The taller woman opened her legs slightly and I saw my wife’s hand fondle the other woman’s cunt. Karen was about to answer when the cock in her mouth exploded and a thick sheet of semen spilled over her bottom lips as she struggled to swallow the rest of the load spurting into her mouth. Nancy strode triumphantly back to me, noticed I was about to cum and handed me an empty plastic cup. I spurted an enormous wad of my own cum into the cup and Nancy, laughing, took the cup and threw it into a waste can. “We’ll call when she’s done,” Nancy gave me a sly wink and escorted me back to the door.
Karen didn’t get home until the evening of the next day. Exhausted, weary, sore and drained, I helped her into a tub of hot water, bathed her and dried her off. Once getting into bed, she slept until lunch the next day. We talked about what had happened, much of it Karen only remembered in small parts. The main thing for her was she had started climaxing almost immediately and didn’t seem to stop. She even climaxed, she said, when sucking cock and it spurted in her mouth. Her pussy was gaping and ached, her nipples were sore and her tits had what seemed dozens of suck marks all over them. I asked if she, indeed, had eaten Nancy and, for the first time, Karen blushed, lowered her head and replied, “Yes…a long time”. I said nothing, how could I? I agreed to the whole deal and even jerked off watching Karen being worked on. I got her into bed and moments later, Nancy called. Karen talked with her for over an hour, the quiet, private kind of talking that told me the contents were sexual.
Within a week it was as though Karen had been infected with a virus! She didn’t want me to fuck her any more, instead jerking me off and having me eat her. She was adamant that, even when she jerked me off, my cum didn’t get on her and she’d toss me a condom, tell me to ‘get it hard and then put the rubber on it…”. Karen colored her hair almost platinum blonde and began wearing large hoop earrings because, as she told me bluntly, “My nigga’s love me this way”. She began wearing a gold ankle chain that says ‘Black Cock Only’ and got a ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo on her left breast – clearly visible with a low-cut top; she told me she wants to get a second right above her cunt.
Although Karen has dated each of the black studs that worked on her that day, she has been seeing the big black guy, Dave, very steadily now. His big cock has left Karen’s pussy wide and gaping. He is fucking her several times a week and she regularly attends the parties now; calling Dave her black boyfriend. She’s nervous about giving him her asshole but has promised to do it so it’s a matter of time.
Karen also sees Nancy sexually. The only time I actually saw anything was when I had come home from work, Nancy’s car was in the driveway and when I entered the house I could hear the sex from upstairs. Our bedroom door was open, Nancy was on her back, legs spread wide while my wife rooted around in the woman’s cunt. Sensing my presence, Karen slid from the bed, approached me nude, tits swaying, face wet and sticky with Nancy’s pussy juice, and said, “I’m busy,” as she gently closed the door.
There are at least a dozen different blacks fucking my wife; chief among them is Dave who gets her pussy regularly. Nancy gets sexed by Karen now also. The question of going black and never going back is a rhetorical exercise as far as I am concerned. It’s real, it happens and it’s as if some biochemical reaction takes place when a white female ingests black semen either in her belly or her womb. I am waiting for Karen to inform me she has gone off birth control because Dave inststed. That would be the final straw.
Karen, my wife, is 34, five-feet two, about 125 with light brown hair, brown eyes, quite pretty ( think) and possesses a nice body, 34C-26-36 with a round, plump ass, great legs with full firm thighs that frame a neatly trimmed but dense triangle of hair over her pussy. Karen is certainly no prude and has no problem with interracial sex and even found Nancy’s beliefs entertaining and ‘interesting’ but for the longest time that’s as far as it went. A few times Karen would ask, usually after a few drinks, if I’d ever want her fucking a black guy and I confessed the idea and imagery turned me on. Karen would then laugh and remind me, “You know, once you go black, you don’t go back…” to which I always blushed and replied it didn’t bother me.
Evidently Karen had talked with Nancy about being curious about sex with black bulls to which Nancy, always the zealot, told my wife the sex was so good she’d never want another white man, including me, between her legs. Although Karen found that hard to grasp, it piqued her interest. What’s more, Nancy told Karen there was going to be a party at a small hotel not far from where we lived and invited her to answer her curiosity once and for all. Karen and I discussed her going. My wife was interested if only to try it once. I wasn’t so sure. Whenever we had opportunity to drive by the location, Karen always nudged me and said, “That’s where it’s gonna happen”.
One thing I noticed right away was a definite lack of interest in sex on Karen’s part – at least with me. She’d talk on the phone with Nancy for an hour or so about sex but then turn around and barely mention the word to me. At night, regardless how horny I might be, Karen began acting indifferent and suggesting, “Why not let me just jerk you off…” And I admit, I accepted the offer. It was during one of those nights that the subject of the party came up again, just a week before it was scheduled to happen.
“Nancy really wants me to go to her party,” Karen murmured, her head on my shoulder as she watched her hand pump slowly on my cock. My arm was around her and I squeezed her bare shoulder.
“Do you really want to go?” I asked and felt Karen’s head move. “Kinda,” she confessed softly. “I’m just really curious. It’s not like I am going to be a street whore or anything. I just keep hearing Nancy talking how incredible it is and I am curious”.
“Envious?” I asked slowly. Karen didn’t say anything for a moment. “Maybe,” she finally sighed. “Are you afraid I might really like it?” she asked and I had to admit I did…a little. “I just want to try it,” Karen said. Her hand squeezed my cock and she began stroking faster. “Let me do it”. There was a hint of plea in her voice. “I’m not gonna get addicted or anything. I just want to see what it’s all about”. She moved so those big tits were pressed at my chest and she draped a smooth thigh over mine and gently humped her furry pussy on my leg. “You know you really like the idea,” she whispered.
“Okay,” I managed to get out. “Go ahead”. Karen guided my cock to when I shot my load it covered by entire stomach. She kissed me deeply. So there I ended up, sitting in a padded booth in a darkened corner of the bar located on the hotel’s first floor. Karen sat across from me wearing a white halter and short black skirt. I could see her nipples against the material of the halter top. Karen had called Nancy’s room as soon as we had arrived and we’d taken the booth Nancy recommended; evidently Nancy was both vary familiar and very recognized at this place.
We both sat and sipped our drinks; Karen had ordered hers extra strong. She looked great, hair braided behind her head, scant make-up very well applied and she kept licking her lips whether from nerves or excitement I didn’t know. With a few moments a large, burly black guy approached and evidently recognized Karen from a description Nancy had given him. He was very dark, shaved head with heavily muscled arms and chest. He introduced himself as Dave and immediately slid into the seat with Karen.
“So are you ready to enjoy yourself?” he asked in a very deep voice. He was tight against my wife and I saw Karen couldn’t stop looking at him. She nodded and Dave looked at me. “You know what’s going on, right?” he stared at me with a smile and when I nodded, the smile widened. “Very good. Some husbands are clueless so it’s good having a hubby who is into it,” he winked at me and then turned to Karen. “Are you on any kind of protection? We rarely use condoms,” he told her and my wife blushed and barely nodded.
“I get a Depo shot each month,” she replied weakly. Her answer seemed to please Dave and he put a massive arm around her shoulder and french kissed her suddenly; deeply. Karen, taken aback at first, instantly melted into the kiss, their tongues worked hard deep in each other’s mouth, gently sucking tongues and biting and licking lips. Dave slid a big hand beneath Karen’s halter, gently hefting and fondling one big tit.
“Mmm, let’s see what you got, baby,” he murmured and freed the tit, his fingers rolling the hard, erect nipple as Karen’s gasped and softly groaned. Her hand dropped automatically to Dave’s lap. “Go ahead,” he encouraged her, “Take it out and see what a big cock is like”. So as he tongued my wife’s mouth openly and fondled one tit I saw Karen’s arm moving as she opened the black man’s slacks. She groaned deep in her throat.
“Ohmygod,” she whimpered and I saw her arm move like she was stroking the cock. Dave smiled easily and nodded in my direction. “Come take a look at your sexy white wife feeling her first nigga dick”. My heart was hammering and my stomach was in a knot as I slipped from the booth and edged around the other side of the table where I stood, gaping at a thick, massive coal black cock had my wife’s slender white fingers around it. The head was a light brown and Karen jerkily stroked as she stared at the massive meat. “You ready to party?” Dave asked and Karen simply nodded mutely, not even looking at me. Dave tucked his cock back in his slacks and pushed Karen’s tit back into her halter. The two got up from the booth and walked, hand in hand, around the corner of the bar to an elevator. Our arrangement with Nancy was that I’d wait at the table until such time it was appropriate for her to come get me and take me to Karen so we could get home. I waited for over an hour and had three more drinks. I needed to fortification.
Nancy finally appeared at the booth; it seemed like she’d been rushed getting dressed and had thrown on something akin to a swimsuit cover-up. She escorted me to the elevator and said nothing until we got on and the door closed. “Karen got a bit on the wild said,” Nancy told me with an evil smile. “I need to tell you when you see her, don’t get bent out of shape. Don’t say anything, okay? She has been really enjoying herself”. With those words in my ear, we got off the elevator and walked down a carpeted hallway. Using her pass key to open the door, Nancy beckoned to me and I slipped into what was obviously a mini-suite. Bottles of liquor and misers lined a small bar, in a bedroom to the right a brunette was sandwiched between two blacks; one cock pumping her twat as another worked in and out of her asshole. The brunette was groaning and gasping for breath. On the left, in a small room, an auburn-haired woman was on her back atop several cushions, a muscular black stud between her legs fucking her hard as she clasped his waist and begged for more cock. Then I saw Karen.
My wife was on the far side of the room, completely nude. She straddled one black bull; I saw it was Dave, and another hung stud stood on either side of her. Karen sat with her back to Dave and his massive cock was buried to the hilt up her pussy; the lips were stretched wide like tight rubberbands and a mass of frothy semen slopped out around the edges of the hole each time Dave’s cock thrust in deep. In her right hand Karen was stroking another heavy black dick as she leaned to her left and sucked a third. The black bull getting his cock sucked held Karen’s head in place and fucked her mouth, going deep enough at times to create the gag reflex. My wife’s face was a lattice-work of silvery sperm, two long strings swung lewdly from her chin as she sucked the black cock in her mouth. Her tits had shiny smears of cum on them and I could hear the wet slurping as Karen worked the black cock in her mouth.
“She’s taken a load from each of them in her cunt,” Nancy whispered to me as I stood transfixed, “and now David is at her for a second time”. Nancy nudged me. “Go ahead and take out your dick and play with it,” she told me. “I know you like this”. My hard cock was almost bursting thru my slacks and when it popped free, it was a massive relief. I began to slowly stroke. “The other three want to get at her also,” Nancy indicated the three black men already working on the other two white women. “I don’t think Karen wants to leave”. When I glanced at her, Nancy gave me a wicked smile; eyes glittering. As if to prove her point, Nancy shrugged off her flimsy cover-up and walked across the room; I stared at her swaying, wiggling ass cheeks and the way her heavy tits jiggled.
“You want to keep getting black dick or leave now?” Nancy asked Karen, standing in front of her, Nancy’s navel even with my wife’s eyes. Karen paused sucking the black cock.
“Uh-uh…stay,” she replied thickly and let her mouth be fucked again. Nancy glanced over her bare shoulder at me, placed a raised finger to her lips and then turned back to Karen.
“Do you still want to eat my pussy and ass like you told me earlier?” Nancy’s voice was soft. Karen took a hand from the cock she was sucking and slid it between Nancy’s full thighs. The taller woman opened her legs slightly and I saw my wife’s hand fondle the other woman’s cunt. Karen was about to answer when the cock in her mouth exploded and a thick sheet of semen spilled over her bottom lips as she struggled to swallow the rest of the load spurting into her mouth. Nancy strode triumphantly back to me, noticed I was about to cum and handed me an empty plastic cup. I spurted an enormous wad of my own cum into the cup and Nancy, laughing, took the cup and threw it into a waste can. “We’ll call when she’s done,” Nancy gave me a sly wink and escorted me back to the door.
Karen didn’t get home until the evening of the next day. Exhausted, weary, sore and drained, I helped her into a tub of hot water, bathed her and dried her off. Once getting into bed, she slept until lunch the next day. We talked about what had happened, much of it Karen only remembered in small parts. The main thing for her was she had started climaxing almost immediately and didn’t seem to stop. She even climaxed, she said, when sucking cock and it spurted in her mouth. Her pussy was gaping and ached, her nipples were sore and her tits had what seemed dozens of suck marks all over them. I asked if she, indeed, had eaten Nancy and, for the first time, Karen blushed, lowered her head and replied, “Yes…a long time”. I said nothing, how could I? I agreed to the whole deal and even jerked off watching Karen being worked on. I got her into bed and moments later, Nancy called. Karen talked with her for over an hour, the quiet, private kind of talking that told me the contents were sexual.
Within a week it was as though Karen had been infected with a virus! She didn’t want me to fuck her any more, instead jerking me off and having me eat her. She was adamant that, even when she jerked me off, my cum didn’t get on her and she’d toss me a condom, tell me to ‘get it hard and then put the rubber on it…”. Karen colored her hair almost platinum blonde and began wearing large hoop earrings because, as she told me bluntly, “My nigga’s love me this way”. She began wearing a gold ankle chain that says ‘Black Cock Only’ and got a ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo on her left breast – clearly visible with a low-cut top; she told me she wants to get a second right above her cunt.
Although Karen has dated each of the black studs that worked on her that day, she has been seeing the big black guy, Dave, very steadily now. His big cock has left Karen’s pussy wide and gaping. He is fucking her several times a week and she regularly attends the parties now; calling Dave her black boyfriend. She’s nervous about giving him her asshole but has promised to do it so it’s a matter of time.
Karen also sees Nancy sexually. The only time I actually saw anything was when I had come home from work, Nancy’s car was in the driveway and when I entered the house I could hear the sex from upstairs. Our bedroom door was open, Nancy was on her back, legs spread wide while my wife rooted around in the woman’s cunt. Sensing my presence, Karen slid from the bed, approached me nude, tits swaying, face wet and sticky with Nancy’s pussy juice, and said, “I’m busy,” as she gently closed the door.
There are at least a dozen different blacks fucking my wife; chief among them is Dave who gets her pussy regularly. Nancy gets sexed by Karen now also. The question of going black and never going back is a rhetorical exercise as far as I am concerned. It’s real, it happens and it’s as if some biochemical reaction takes place when a white female ingests black semen either in her belly or her womb. I am waiting for Karen to inform me she has gone off birth control because Dave inststed. That would be the final straw.
