My therapist told me that my 'problems' all stemmed back to 'the attitudes that prevailed during my upbringing' (his words).
He said if I was ever to get over and properly recover from my trauma that I needed to confront my fears, recognise that the prejudices I held were a blinkered view of the world outside of 'my bubble' and if I was to be 'cured' that I needed to see them for what they truly are.
He said that if I come to accept that out of 'bad' could come 'good' that I would find life so much more fulfilling.
His recommendation was that no matter how bad things might seem when mentally wrestling with 'my problem' that I should look beyond the negatives toward the positives, focus on a glimmer of hope and having found it, build on it.
I didn't like to say at the time that he was talking a load of bull; that it was all very well him spouting fancy theories from the comfort of his fancy office, it hadn't been him, or was ever likely to be, the victim of what I had suffered.
However, I didn't say anything of the sort and perversely, subconsciously, I must have already taken this advice onboard straightaway; it was a 'bad thing' that I had been recommended to go and have these expensive counselling sessions but it was a 'good thing' that it wasn't on my dollar, I didn't have to pay. My department had decreed that therapy was necessary and they would be picking up the tab!
But, I'm getting ahead of myself here, best I start again by saying that I'm a policewoman (or, rather, 'was' a policewoman) and what was it that saw me laying on the psychiatrist's couch?
My first visit to the therapist came after I had had a talk with the shift captain for the east side of the town, he was concerned that I may not be as comfortable on the street as before. My town may have been small in comparison to a big city but it had the same low life, the same criminal elements and, my buddies and me, shared the same prejudices and I was no different in my way of thinking about anyone who didn't share my upbringing and the colour of my skin.
The incident that caused the shift captain's concern and sent me to the shrink's couch was a traffic stop when I pulled over a car that was driving erratically. I suspected it was an impaired driver so I prepared for the stop.
I followed for a few blocks and it was clear that the driver, a black guy, knew he was being stopped, I mean how could he not when I had lights and siren filing his mirrors? He made a turn into side street in the bad part of town and found himself blocked in by a parked truck and that was when I knew I got him.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been so cocky.
I got out of my patrol car and approached the vehicle. My training should have told me not to get too close but I was so mad that this piece of crap had ignored me that my enthusiasm to nail him saw me make a grab for his door. He pre-empted me and before I knew it he had flung the door open and knocked me off my feet.
The next few moments were a blur.
The black guy was beating me down and I was pinned on the ground with him punching at me. He forced my legs apart and was just kneeing me and spitting on me. I tried to resist and fight back but it was rough situation and I could feel him ripping at my shirt and his punches were landing, his massive hands were around my throat slamming me into the pavement. He nearly succeeded but then, thank god, back-up arrived when another patrol car passed by, saw what was happening and an officer jumped him, pulled him off and after a brief struggle cuffed him. My uniform was ripped, pants were torn from the fighting on the pavement, uniform shirt was ripped open and my nametag was missing. I had a black eye, a bloody nose and bruises, spit in my hair and on my face; I must have looked complete mess.
But my abiding memory of that night was not how I looked, it was more shocking than that, it was to see this black thug standing there with his hands tied behind his back, laughing and taunting me. Clearly, if help hadn't arrived when it did, I would have been severely beaten and injured (and god knows what else) had backup not arrived.
That night really shook me and the experience must have shaken me more than I knew and it took quite a while for me to recover and for the physical signs of the bruises and the black eye and such to fade. What didn't fade was the memory of the violent assault by a black man. God, the helpless feeling of being physically dominated, beaten to submission by that black monster. However, that wasn't something I could write up on the incident report so I kept the thought to myself.
I was sent on sick leave to recover from the ordeal and after a week I returned back to work but it must have been obvious to my superiors that I was not the confident person I had been before the assault and hence the talk with the shift captain and the start of my journey to becoming addicted to black cock.
That first session with the shrink was not as bad as I had anticipated. My expectation had been that it would be weird talking to a stranger about things that were deeply personal to me but contrary to my thoughts, it was easy. The guy put me at my ease straightaway and I was soon chatting away as if we were the best of friends. He asked me about my background, my upbringing, about my work and, oddly, about my relationships.
I told him that I had met Dave, my future husband, through work. We were both in different departments when we met, I worked a small town, Dave for a larger city. Neither of us were detectives just regular 'beat' uniformed cops; just a country girl and country boy from the south eastern United States.
He listened to my description about the traffic incident, took some notes and then steered the conversation toward my fears of being totally dominated by the black thug before he went completely 'off field' and began asking me about my sex life and my attitude toward porn.
I should have been shocked but, as I say, by this time I was totally relaxed and thought nothing to it when I told him that it was Dave who had introduced porn into our relationship while we dated. It wasn't something that I was familiar with during my teen years, something that my upbringing in a small town had somehow passed me by.
I said that I wasn't sure of the exact circumstances when my ignorance was corrected but once we began dating Dave would spice up our time together with tales of what he had encountered as he patrolled his bigger city. I would thrill to hear him tell about finding couples engaged in passion in various places, parked cars in dimly lit areas, or even catching them skinny dipping in apartment pools.
One thing led to another and to hear Dave's descriptions of watching people fucking really caught my imagination and it didn't take too long before he was spicing up his stories with us sharing some of the stuff that he used to watch on-line and of us fantasying about being a part of the action.
The therapist continued taking notes as I spoke and seeing that he appeared neither surprised or judgemental I then confessed that 'what ifs' began to enter our viewing pleasures and discussions and we both began searching about the internet more about swinging and it became a fantasy we would often talk about. I mentioned that the scenes that intrigued me most were ones where a black man was involved.
He wrote a final note on his pad, looked at his watch to indicate that our session was coming to an end, and said, "That will do for today but, one last question, did your fantasies become real and, if they did, was there an interracial element at anytime? Don't bother to answer now, you can tell me at our next meeting. Let's get an appointment in the diary."
And that was it, I had spent an hour talking to a complete stranger and somehow I had confessed to him that I was a swinger and somehow suggested I had a preference for black cock!
I didn't tell my shift captain that I had found going to a psychiatrist had been a refreshing experience. I just told him that it had been 'OK' and that he wanted me to have another session or two to 'straighten things out'.
In truth, it had been more than OK, I had experienced a perverse delight in sharing intimate details with a professional person who would keep the secrets I told him to himself and I couldn't wait to get back and tell him more.
It was a week later when I was back on his couch and I told him that it took a couple of years before Dave and me had our first swinging experience and, no, interracial wasn't even part of it until after that first encounter.
The couple we had our first encounter with were friends of Dave from before I met him. They were very open-minded and without going into too much detail we found ourselves after a evening of partying back at their place and it seemed entirely natural that we ended up swopping partners. I was soon to find out that they enjoyed porn and after that first time of sharing, 'swinging', they would share mainstream porn that always had at least one interracial scene. Dave and I became real fans of Ashlyn Gere, Victoria Paris, Nina Hartley and others that did interracial scenes.
We never had an interracial encounter with that other couple but their porn choices certainly opened up my curiosity.
My therapist said that he found that confession interesting; that it seemed at odds to my reaction of having been beaten so badly during the traffic stop incident and my distaste of black people.
I told him that I wouldn't say it was a distaste, an aversion, just that we were raised that way and it was a social taboo. I reminded him that the blacks we dealt with were mostly low class thugs and criminals so it was easy to not want anything to do with them. However, seeing Ashlyn Gere, Victoria Paris and other porn stars performing with black men, ones who were more 'cultured' than those I had usually encountered, and enjoying it was refreshing and gave me a much different take on life. Ashlyn and Victoria seemed to always have a role as an upper-class white woman while the black men were both subservient yet dominant and invariably portrayed as sexual animals giving pleasure on demand and not necessarily shown as threatening predators. It was an education and made me rethink my attitudes.
I looked up at my therapist to see if he had reacted in any way to my reference to swinging and the confession about watching porn with my partner but he seemed nonplussed as he continued to write notes on his pad. I could have been dictating a shopping list as far as the expression on his face was concerned.
Without raising his eyes from his pad he asked me what went through my mind whenever I was watching one of the videos and had Dave and I related my encounter and trauma of being beaten by one of 'those sexual animals' about whom I had previously had no experience; had it given me cause to rethink my outlook and way of thinking about black men; had it given me cause to consider quitting my job; what had Dave thought about the whole thing?
So many questions!
I told him that Dave and I both enjoyed our time as police officers and although the incident had been a frightening experience it was something you are trained to expect and deal with. I admitted to him that maybe on this occasion I had let my guard slip because I was so mad that the guy had blatantly ignored me when he knew that he was about to be pulled over. Dave was glad I wasn't injured beyond just pride and a few bruises.
My therapist then surprised me by asking if I had feared that I might have been ***** by the black thug had help not arrived in time and how would I have dealt with that prospect.
I was a little taken aback that he could read my mind so clearly for it had indeed been my greatest fear as I lay on the ground trying to protect myself from the blows that my assailant was aiming at me, that not only had **** been my expectation but that there was some part of me that said that the best course of action would be to just lay quiet and let him get on with it. I confessed it was a thought that stayed with me long after the incident.
He put his pen down as a signal that our session had come to an end but made no comment about what I had told him other than to say that we would explore my feelings about black people further at our next appointment. I wasn't too sure what benefit I was supposed to be gaining from telling him all this but I had to admit it felt good to be able to articulate to a non-judgemental stranger my thoughts about what was considered to be a taboo topic.
It was a couple of weeks later that I was on shift when my cell phone bleeped to remind me I had my next appointment that day with the therapist. I had forgotten about it and hadn't scheduled myself enough time to get home and change out of my uniform hence I arrived at his office fully booted and spurred!
He complimented me on my attire and quipped he hoped he hadn't done anything wrong. I assured him he hadn't and unbuckled my belt and carefully lay my gear to one side before I 'assumed the position' on his couch.
Be damned if he hadn't noticed that the way I reverently treated my equipment as a reason to be included in his analysis of my behaviour … and be damned that I didn't confess that getting ready for work since the incident had eventually become sexualised.
I told him that each morning putting on the uniform, the black leather shoes, the thick stiff pistol belt, slipping the Glock into the holster, feeling my hands around that hard black powerful weapon was exciting; taking the nightstick, a long hard black stick in my hands and slipping it into the ring holder, was akin to me holding a hard black cock-like object. Taking the flashlight, sliding it into a leather holster and hearing it slide in was erotic. Feeling that stiff black belt around my waist had become a thrill.
He didn't say anything more, just added a few more notes to his pad before moving on to have a recap on what I had told at the previous sessions.
He asked me if I related my 'potential ****' with the videos that I had looked at when we were into swinging with our friends.
I told him that, yeah, whenever I saw those black cocks it was something always came to mind, how it would feel to be fucked those impressive looking dicks. I told him that such thoughts led to my having fantasies about it happening and that **** fantasies evolved as part of our swinging. The rough way I was assaulted had added to those fantasies tremendously.
Dave was entirely on board with the way I was thinking and such thoughts served to add to the dirty talk whenever we were with our friends and I'm guessing that it was through our play-acting that I began to have second thoughts about how I regarded black people. It was a funny thing, we both saw the bad side of the black community, criminal savages and yet once we started swinging we began to see black people who were more like us; regular people that were like us and not brutal savages. Our interracial experiences may have taken a few years to start but it is ironic that we went from cuffing and stuffing blacks into patrol cars to some kind of role-reversal with us being stuffed with black dick in our cars and, sometimes in our games, me being the one in cuffs!
He asked me how I felt about that and I told him that although I still harboured some prejudices that, looking back, it seemed to have added to the taboo and excitement, that it felt so dirty and shameful yet highly arousing.
He noted that comment down on his pad and then asked about Dave and his acceptance of his wife being a willing participant in these swinging affairs and his reaction to my fantasies about being ***** by blacks.
I smiled and told him of the recent comment Dave had made when he said, "Had you told me on my wedding day that my wife would be sucking another guy's dick, or fucking blacks, I'd have shot you! Now, I'd tell you it is the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
My therapist laughed to hear that and he closed his pad and said, "Well, I think we're done here. There's nothing you've told me that gives me any cause for concern about your mental state of health and well-being. I believe that you have managed to talk your way through this trauma of yours very successfully. Clearly the prejudices you held before have been addressed and you no longer regard blacks as being a threat, indeed, from what you've told me it sounds as if they could soon be counted as being amongst your 'best friends'.
I laughed to hear him say that and said, "Unlikely but thanks for the diagnosis!"
I left the office feeling a lot better than I had in years. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, to be told that my experience and subsequent behaviour was quite acceptable and that I shouldn't feel any shame or regrets. His conclusion was that, if it felt good, then I should keep on doing what I was doing and not concern myself with what more 'unenlightened' people might be thinking.
So it was that I became a convert to the idea that therapy was a good thing and not just something that inadequate people do to compensate for their inadequacies. As far as I was concerned it was being given that analysis from a 'professional person' which really allowed me to let go of my inhibitions, especially where blacks were concerned.
When I shared with Dave what I had been advised, that seemed to trigger a green light for us to become more adventurous and thereafter we would go and pick up our friends, take rides in our Toyota Land Cruiser and find places on back roads where we could fuck and suck.
It was on one of the first of those trips that Dave discovered that not only did I enjoy giving head but that I had no inhibitions about swallowing both his and the other guy's cum. He was further bemused when after he had fucked the other wife that I went down on her and sucked his cum out of her. I guess that's when he accepted that not only had I been 'cured' but realised that my sessions with the therapist had allowed my bi-side to emerge!
However, it was not all a win-win for the downside of these fun trips was that invariably we would lose several items of clothing along the way.
The other couple had kids who they used to arrange for a babysitter and once the kids had been put to bed we would go and pick them up. Other times they would farm the kids off to the grandparents and that allowed us to party at their place when we could watch porn and fuck and suck without any fear of being disturbed. We had some really wild times and it got even wilder when the other wife produced a black strap-on which allowed us two women to really let our bi-tendencies go loose and give a show to our husbands and let them see what it was like for their wives to be fucked by a black cock.
Our husbands weren't into guy/guy stuff, they preferred to just be voyeurs to girlie-same sex. However, that's not to say they didn't receive any 'friendly fire'. It was inevitable that when we adopted some positions of, say, the wife riding cowgirl and sucking on another dick or if the wife was laying on top in a 69 and sucking a cock as she's being fucked from behind by another that cum would be dribbling and hitting the other guy. It was an occupational hazard!
However, with their kids growing up and us, amazingly, kids of our own coming along, our swinging fun couldn't last forever. I think it was the incident, a close call, when one evening when for the first time we had sneaked a black guy over for the evening after our kids had gone to bed that we were almost caught out.
I was being fucked doggie fashion on the couch by this black stud and Dave was kneeling close by stroking his cock when to our horror we heard and saw down the hallway the bedroom door open and our ******** wander out. She didn't look our way but sleepily went toward the bathroom. Dave and I both froze but the black guy didn't pause, he just grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head back and maintained his slow, deep strokes and continued filling me with his fat black dick. Our ******** emerged from the bathroom and sleepwalked her way back to her room without a glance toward the sight of her mother being fucked by another man. It was a scary moment and one that caused us to rethink what we should be doing in our leisure time now that the kids were growing up.
So that was then and now is now; how have things and life panned out since those heady days of to the delights of swinging and being introduced to black cocks?
Well, for starters, Dave and I are no longer cops but we are both still involved with law enforcement. My husband of 25 years is a consultant with a security company and I do investigations for a law firm, reviewing car wrecks; investigating personal injuries claims; gathering evidence to support divorce proceedings, that kind of stuff. It isn't quite as exciting as being on the beat but the work sure doesn't run the risk of attracting any black rapists!
The kids are now full grown (********, 21; son, 19) and are both away at college and pretty much off our hands as they make their own way on the world ... which has allowed us to resume and pick up the threads of our previous life-style.
How have the intervening years treated us; are we still as imaginative? Well for starters our friends have move on and away and we have had to cultivate new friendships. For sure, attitudes these days are a lot more relaxed and with the assistance of the internet there has been no problems with hooking up with like-minded people.
Have we had any significant encounters? Let Dave tell you about a recent episode:
It was a scorcher, a hot week leading into the 4th of July. Six days with highs above 100F in our hometown. It was Sunday, July 1st and the projected high was going to be a record 106F. We got up early, showered, and Pam made a call to her special friend. It had been a long hot week and the heat had obviously had an effect on Pam and she needed a release. She dressed into her gym wear, very revealing shorts and a sports bra and a midriff baring t-shirt. She had arranged to meet him at the gym and I would drop her off in the parking lot and she would discreetly get in his car.
I called him and let him know we were on our way. I loved how sexy my wife looked sitting in the passenger seat. I love to see her long tan legs, tight tummy, lovely breasts, and her beautiful smile. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. Her long brunette hair pulled back and wrapped with a blue scrunchie.
"Hey, you know he doesn't want you touching me!" Pam squealed and laughed.
"Yeah, I know, but I want to feel you and taste you before I give you up to him for the day."
Pam grinned, "Well, you can't touch me, but he didn't say I couldn't touch myself!"
Pam pushed my hand away and licked her lips as she slid her hand down the front of her skimpy gym shorts. The shorts were a white spandex that barely covered anything and really contrasted with her tanned legs, accentuating them and her tummy nicely. She sighed as she touched herself, she bit her lower lip and moaned a little as she rocked her hips and stroked herself. She turned her head to face me but I couldn't see her eyes for her sunglasses. She pressed her right hand on her tummy as her left continued to pleasure her sex.
She whispered, "I'm so wet, I can't wait to have his black cock inside me."
She continued masturbating as I drove, talking dirty at times, moaning at times, breasts heaving beneath the fabric of her sports bra and ripped t-shirt. The blue sports bra and grey t-shirt really added to the scene. The contrasting colours really excited me. I was hard and my cock was straining against my shorts.
I pulled the car into the parking lot and drove around the side to where Trey, her black stud was parked. He had backed into the parking space on the side and I drove into the space on his passenger side. It was around 8am and the thermometer was already high but we were still in the shade and not in the direct sunlight.
Trey rolled the passenger window of his car down and I did the same.
"Hey Dave, Pam, how's my girl?"
"She's doing all right, man, brought her over just as you wanted!" I winked at Trey.
Pam's hand was still in her shorts as she looked over and gave him a smile. Trey, exited his car and walked around to Pam's door and leaned on the window opening. He could see her hand in her shorts.
Trey smiled and asked, "What are you doing babe? Why is your hand inside your shorts?"
"Dave wanted a taste before giving me up to you, so I didn't let him touch me as you asked. I figured I'd let him suck my fingers before we leave."
Pam removed her hand, her fingers were wet with her juices and pressed them into my mouth. I greedily licked and sucked them while Trey watched.
Trey smiled, "That's not what we agreed, I may need to punish you a little for this."
He opened her door and had her step out. Pam looked gorgeous standing beside Trey's towering muscular body. The contrast of his dark brown skin and my white wife looked amazing as he took her by the hand and led her in front of my car. He looked me in the eye and the he kissed her deeply, passionately, before bending her over the hood of the car and swatted her ass three times.
Pam yelped with each swat and with the heat and humidity, which even in the morning was excessive, I could see the sheen of sweat building on them both during the short time they were spending in the heat.
Trey pulled her back off the hood and kissed her before leading her to his car. He then walked over to the driver's side of my car.
"Glad you brought her over, I'll take care of her all day, figure be by my apartment around 4 or so. I'll leave the door unlocked so you can let yourself in when you get there."
“Sounds good, I’ll see you around 4pm.”
Trey shook my hand and got in his car; Pam smiled and waved as they drove off.
I went home to wait the rest of the day and take care of things that needed to be done and to keep telling myself that letting your wife date alone and dropping her off is one of the hottest most erotic things you can do … it is also the most nerve wracking as you aren’t there to see what is happening and your mind goes into overdrive imagining what your wife would now be doing in the hands of a 24 year old black stud over the next eight hours or so.
I did everything I could to kill the time and distract me from thinking about what was happening to my wife.
It was about a twenty minute drive over to Trey’s apartment so I planned to leave the house around 3:30PM to give me plenty of time. I took a shower and changed into a t-shirt and shorts. I kept checking my phone all day for any texts or pics, anything to indicate what had been going on with Pam and Trey. Nothing had come in. I considered calling her phone to check but decided against.
All I could think about during the drive over was what they may have been doing all day. Your mind is truly the sex organ, my thoughts raced, imagining what they had done, how she had reacted to him. Everything you could imagine went through my mind.
My cock was straining against my shorts as I drove to Trey’s apartment. The complex has a pool and as I drove past and parked, plenty of folks enjoying the cool water and sun on such a hot summer day.
Trey’s apartment was on the third floor and faced the pool. I parked in front of his building and got out, my cock was still straining against my shorts and my mouth was dry. The heat was oppressive and I started sweating immediately. I could see his windows were open as I started towards the stairs, my ears straining to hear any tell-tale sounds of passion. I thought I heard some moans as I quietly ascended the stairs. I swallowed and took a deep breath, my heart was racing and sweat was pouring off of me, running down my back, face, and bare legs.
As I continued up the stairs I could hear more moans and a male voice. The closer I got to the door the more I could recognize the moans as being my wife’s voice. I reached and stood in front of his apartment door and listened. I was about to knock when I remembered Trey had said the door would be unlocked. I put my hand carefully on the door knob and gently turned the knob and pushed open the door. My breathing was shallow, I was sweating from the heat.
I quietly eased inside and closed the door behind me, I could now clearly hear my wife was begging Trey for his black cock. I eased forward a little and peeked around the corner.
I saw them on the living room floor, their backs were to me. Pam was on her hands and knees, glistening with perspiration, her hair wet with sweat and she was in the throes of passion as Trey was fucking her from behind. He too was shiny with sweat, his dark brown skin was wet and dripping as he took powerful thrusts into my wife. The AC was off and it was hot inside the apartment, just the ceiling fan was slowly turning above the two lovers.
She saw me standing there and for my benefit cried out, “Fuck me hard you black fucker!”
Trey likewise saw me, grabbed her hair and pulled as he slammed into her.
“Squeeze my cock, bitch! Milk it good!”
Trey started swatting her ass as he thrust into her cunt. “So fucking wet!”
Pam moaned with pleasure and brought her ankles up to spur Trey as he fucked her. She lowered herself onto her elbows and arched her back to give Trey more access to her pussy. Sweat was dripping down their bodies, Trey’s balls were slapping my wife’s cunt with a wet sound.
“Your cock feels so good inside me!” Pam squealed! “I love your black dick inside me! I love being your slut!”
I was mesmerized by the scene. I watched as they fucked on the living room floor. My cock was straining against my shorts and I was sweating through my clothes. They now acted as if they hadn’t noticed my entrance into the apartment and I was staying as still and as quiet as possible.
I watched as their pace slowed, Trey pulled my wife back to him as he rested on his heels. She straddled him and kept his cock buried deep in her as she leaned back into him. Trey, grabbed her breasts and kissed along her shoulders as she slowly bounced on his cock.
Pam leaned her head to the left and pulled her wet hair out of the way to allow Trey to kiss and lick along the nape of her neck. Little moans escaped Pam as she slowly rode Trey’s cock.
“I loved being poolside earlier, loved how the people looked at us” Pam said.
“Yeah, they got an eye full, loved how they gawked as I rubbed you down” Trey laughed. “They knew what was going to go down and I bet they saw your wedding ring.”
Pam gasped when his hand disappeared in front of her, he must have begun rubbing her clit. Pam moaned as she leaned her head back, her right hand must have been following Trey’s as the motion from their right arms matched.
I was sweating and breathing slowly as all of this took place, I was absent mindedly rubbing my cock through my shorts while I watched my wife being fucked by a black stud. The sighs and grunts of pleasure continued as I watched them. I slipped off my shorts and t-shirt, I was standing there hidden from them. My cock was straining against my underwear and I was sweating as much as the two lovers. I stroked my cock as I watched them. Trey’s hands were all over my beautiful wife.
Pam leaned forward to rest on her elbows as Trey continued to stroke his black cock into her. Pam was moaning as he pounded her cunt. His hips were taking deep thrusts into my wife.
“Cum on my dick, bitch!” cried Trey. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze my dick!”
Trey grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep into her. Pam yelped and moaned!
Trey growled as he came inside my wife. I watched the two lovers as they came, locked together in pleasure, grunting and moaning. Trey emptied his balls into my wife’s willing cunt. Trey eased out of my wife and Pam rolled onto her back, her legs splayed in a vulgar pose. Pam’s pussy was glistening with sweat and beginning to ooze cum.
I eased out of my underwear. I watched as the lovers rested there before me. Trey’s body shuddering as he caught his breath in the hot living room, Pam on her back in a vulgar display of sexual satisfaction, her hands teasing her nipples and wiping the sweat along her belly and eventually cupping her well fucked sex. I watched my wife’s final shudders from her orgasm as she lay there on the floor.
I chose that moment to quietly step into the room.
Pam looked up and smiled, ”We were just talking about you, honey. How long have you been here?”
Trey turned to look at me, “Hey man, glad you go here. We’ve had some fun times today.”
I smiled and enjoyed the scene of the two unashamed lovers, basking in their love making. I could see Trey’s black, thick, cock glistening between his thighs, coated in my wife’s juices and his own frothy cum.
“I can tell, you’re both dripping in sweat!”, I grinned at Trey and winked at my wife.
Trey smiled and extended his hand, “Help me up, bro, your wife nearly fucked me to death!”
I grabbed Trey’s hand and helped him up to his feet. 6 foot plus of muscular black stud, sweaty, and powerful, his cock still hard. Trey pulled me to him and bumped his chest into mine, his cock contacting my mine and rubbing the mix of sexual juices along the shaft and against my groin and abs.
He slapped my back, “Welcome, bro! Thanks for giving her to me today.”
I smiled, “Anytime, Trey, you do her good and I mean that in every imaginable way.” I turned slightly to face Pam and could feel his cock trace across my groin and leg, leaving a slimy trail of cum.
“I got here and heard you from the parking lot, so I eased in so as not to disturb you two. I was amazed to hear you so clearly then I noticed the windows open and the AC off. I couldn’t help but watch these last few minutes.” I smiled at Trey and Pam. I looked down at Trey’s cock and how close it was to mine. Thick, black, and still hard from fucking my wife. Quite a comparison between my white cock and the young stud’s.
Trey laughed, “Yeah, I like it loud and she wanted to be a sweaty mess just for you, so we shut down the AC and opened the windows, guess we were a bit louder than we thought.” Trey looked at me and smiled, sweat rolling down his face and neck.
Pam grinned and spoke up, ”Hey, what about me, don’t I get help standing up? I was on the receiving end of that black monster of a cock and all that cum! My legs are all weak!”
I started to move but Trey halted me.
“I think you aren’t finished,” Trey looked at Pam and then at me, “She’s made a mess here and she needs to clean it up.” Trey took his cock and slapped it against my abdomen for emphasis.
I looked at Trey, “Yeah, I agree, she needs to do something about it.”
Pam grinned, she knew that was the ok that I could touch her and take her.
I looked at her and moved to kneel between her splayed legs. I ran my fingers along her legs and along her sweaty thighs. I paused to watch the cum seeping from the lips of her sex. Trey had cum heavily inside her. I leaned forward and kissed her tummy just above her violated pussy. My wife, my lover, my partner in sexual perversions now indulging in and enjoying the pleasures of being violated by black men. She watched as I kissed along her belly, tracing with my tongue around her navel and up her abs to her breasts, tasting the salty sweat that gleamed on her tan flesh.
She moaned softly as I teased her nipples with my tongue. She teased my outer thighs with her toes, rocking her hips to keep Trey’s cum from dripping out and forcing it deeper inside her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me. Our tongues entwined, exploring each other’s mouth.
I felt the head of my cock touch her well fucked cunt. The slippery cum coating the head of my hard cock. Pam moaned into my mouth as we kissed. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist and press her cunt against my cock, rocking her hips until the head just slipped inside her. She lifted herself more, slowly forcing my cock deeper. Her pussy was slick with Trey’s cum and her juices. My cock eased inside her and with a quick thrust I buried my cock in my wife.
I could feel the cum oozing around my cock, I could feel Pam squeezing my cock with her cunt, milking it, wanting to have my cum mix within her. We broke our kiss and Pam lay back on the carpet, looking up at me as she rubbed her tits together and teased her nipples.
We kissed as I began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into her. Her pussy was so wet and slick, filled with Trey’s cum and her juices. The feeling was wonderful.
“Hey, before you get too involved, Pam has some cleanup to do, bro!” Trey exclaimed.
We broke our kiss and Pam and I both turned to look at Trey, he was standing there rivulets of sweat running down his muscular black body, his thick black cock still slick and shiny with his frothy cum and my wife’s juices. Pam and I looked into each other’s eyes as she wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her up and rocked back onto my heels.
There we were, embracing each other, Pam wrapped around me and I on my knees before this black Adonis. Pam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as we knelt. She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly and looked up at Trey.
Pam reached out and stroked Trey’s wet thigh, tracing her fingers through the sweat and across his abdomen to his swollen cock. She cupped his balls and Trey inched forward. Trey guided his cock to my wife’s waiting lips.
Pam’s left hand had me by the hair on the back of my head as she looked me in the eye and began to lick along the black shaft, she was moaning ever so lightly, rocking her hips and squeezing my cock.
I watched as my wife used her tongue to bathe Trey’s cock, licking up the mixture of her juices and Trey’s cum. Trey’s right hand grabbed my hair and tilted my head back.
“She knows how to suck cock, bro, and how to clean it up!”
I mumbled out a weak, ”Yes” as Pam continued licking and sucking Trey’s beautiful black cock.
He grabbed Pam’s hair and tilted her head back and pushed his cock into her mouth. Pam adjusted her position, turning her left side into me to allow that black cock to go straight into her mouth. She was looking in his eyes as she swallowed his black cock.
There we were, Trey towering over us, his hands holding us by the hair of our heads, his cock buried in my wife’s mouth, Pam and I both looking up at this muscular black Adonis. Trey smiling down at us, in complete control of his white couple.
Pam moaned around Trey’s cock as her head moved along the shaft. I watched, mere inches from her face, as she pleasured him. Pam used the heel of her palm to lift Trey’s balls as she sucked on them. She rubbed her cheeks with his massive tool. I could tell her fingers were slipping between Trey’s butt cheeks.
Trey groaned as Pam slipped a finger in his ass.
“You know what I like babe! You know what I like …” and his head snapped back as Pam again took his cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked that beautiful black cock, her hips rocking and her pussy squeezing my cock. Trey, began slowly thrusting his cock in her mouth, I could feel his hands gripping my hair tighter as the tempo built.
Trey pulled out of her mouth as he came for at least the second time since I arrived. Thick gobs of hot cum sprayed on to Pam’s face, tits, shoulder and onto my chest as his black cock spurted.
“Man, she knows how to suck cock!”
I smiled and so did Pam, the cum oozing down her face and tits. Pam licked the last bit of cum from Trey’s cock and then licked her lips to get more. She swallowed as she looked me in the eyes.
I traced my fingers on her face and pushed more cum into her mouth. She sucked my fingers as she turned to face me. She leaned over and began licking up Trey’s cum from my chest and shoulder.
Trey moved behind Pam and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“She’s a hot woman, Dave, knows how to fuck. I love her and her hot body.”
Trey smiled as he looked me in the eye and I responded as expected when I replied, “Yeah, that she is, very sexy and a great wife and lover.”
Pam leaned back and showed me the cum on her tongue then looked at Trey and did the same before swallowing it.
I scooped more of Trey’s cum from my wife’s tits and offered her my fingers to clean off. Pam greedily licked them and sucked them clean, looking into my eyes as she did so. I pulled her close and kissed her as Trey watched.
As we kissed Pam began to rock her hips, squeezing my cock with her well fucked and cum filled cunt. She began to softly moan in my mouth as we fucked on the floor, our black Adonis towering above us. I leaned her back onto the floor and looked at her sweaty and cum drenched body. She was smiling at me.
“Fuck me, hun, fuck me hard for Trey!”
He tells it so much better than me, doesn't he?
So, yeah, life is good and we are enjoying it to the max. I look back and think about that time when I was beaten up by a black guy who looked an awful lot like Trey and I have the perverse thought that if it hadn't been for the referral to a shrink that maybe none of this would have happened.
In fact, I guess if nothing else, relating this, my life story, can said to be 'A Praise to Therapy'.
He said if I was ever to get over and properly recover from my trauma that I needed to confront my fears, recognise that the prejudices I held were a blinkered view of the world outside of 'my bubble' and if I was to be 'cured' that I needed to see them for what they truly are.
He said that if I come to accept that out of 'bad' could come 'good' that I would find life so much more fulfilling.
His recommendation was that no matter how bad things might seem when mentally wrestling with 'my problem' that I should look beyond the negatives toward the positives, focus on a glimmer of hope and having found it, build on it.
I didn't like to say at the time that he was talking a load of bull; that it was all very well him spouting fancy theories from the comfort of his fancy office, it hadn't been him, or was ever likely to be, the victim of what I had suffered.
However, I didn't say anything of the sort and perversely, subconsciously, I must have already taken this advice onboard straightaway; it was a 'bad thing' that I had been recommended to go and have these expensive counselling sessions but it was a 'good thing' that it wasn't on my dollar, I didn't have to pay. My department had decreed that therapy was necessary and they would be picking up the tab!
But, I'm getting ahead of myself here, best I start again by saying that I'm a policewoman (or, rather, 'was' a policewoman) and what was it that saw me laying on the psychiatrist's couch?
*******
My first visit to the therapist came after I had had a talk with the shift captain for the east side of the town, he was concerned that I may not be as comfortable on the street as before. My town may have been small in comparison to a big city but it had the same low life, the same criminal elements and, my buddies and me, shared the same prejudices and I was no different in my way of thinking about anyone who didn't share my upbringing and the colour of my skin.
The incident that caused the shift captain's concern and sent me to the shrink's couch was a traffic stop when I pulled over a car that was driving erratically. I suspected it was an impaired driver so I prepared for the stop.
I followed for a few blocks and it was clear that the driver, a black guy, knew he was being stopped, I mean how could he not when I had lights and siren filing his mirrors? He made a turn into side street in the bad part of town and found himself blocked in by a parked truck and that was when I knew I got him.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been so cocky.
I got out of my patrol car and approached the vehicle. My training should have told me not to get too close but I was so mad that this piece of crap had ignored me that my enthusiasm to nail him saw me make a grab for his door. He pre-empted me and before I knew it he had flung the door open and knocked me off my feet.
The next few moments were a blur.
The black guy was beating me down and I was pinned on the ground with him punching at me. He forced my legs apart and was just kneeing me and spitting on me. I tried to resist and fight back but it was rough situation and I could feel him ripping at my shirt and his punches were landing, his massive hands were around my throat slamming me into the pavement. He nearly succeeded but then, thank god, back-up arrived when another patrol car passed by, saw what was happening and an officer jumped him, pulled him off and after a brief struggle cuffed him. My uniform was ripped, pants were torn from the fighting on the pavement, uniform shirt was ripped open and my nametag was missing. I had a black eye, a bloody nose and bruises, spit in my hair and on my face; I must have looked complete mess.
But my abiding memory of that night was not how I looked, it was more shocking than that, it was to see this black thug standing there with his hands tied behind his back, laughing and taunting me. Clearly, if help hadn't arrived when it did, I would have been severely beaten and injured (and god knows what else) had backup not arrived.
That night really shook me and the experience must have shaken me more than I knew and it took quite a while for me to recover and for the physical signs of the bruises and the black eye and such to fade. What didn't fade was the memory of the violent assault by a black man. God, the helpless feeling of being physically dominated, beaten to submission by that black monster. However, that wasn't something I could write up on the incident report so I kept the thought to myself.
I was sent on sick leave to recover from the ordeal and after a week I returned back to work but it must have been obvious to my superiors that I was not the confident person I had been before the assault and hence the talk with the shift captain and the start of my journey to becoming addicted to black cock.
*******
That first session with the shrink was not as bad as I had anticipated. My expectation had been that it would be weird talking to a stranger about things that were deeply personal to me but contrary to my thoughts, it was easy. The guy put me at my ease straightaway and I was soon chatting away as if we were the best of friends. He asked me about my background, my upbringing, about my work and, oddly, about my relationships.
I told him that I had met Dave, my future husband, through work. We were both in different departments when we met, I worked a small town, Dave for a larger city. Neither of us were detectives just regular 'beat' uniformed cops; just a country girl and country boy from the south eastern United States.
He listened to my description about the traffic incident, took some notes and then steered the conversation toward my fears of being totally dominated by the black thug before he went completely 'off field' and began asking me about my sex life and my attitude toward porn.
I should have been shocked but, as I say, by this time I was totally relaxed and thought nothing to it when I told him that it was Dave who had introduced porn into our relationship while we dated. It wasn't something that I was familiar with during my teen years, something that my upbringing in a small town had somehow passed me by.
I said that I wasn't sure of the exact circumstances when my ignorance was corrected but once we began dating Dave would spice up our time together with tales of what he had encountered as he patrolled his bigger city. I would thrill to hear him tell about finding couples engaged in passion in various places, parked cars in dimly lit areas, or even catching them skinny dipping in apartment pools.
One thing led to another and to hear Dave's descriptions of watching people fucking really caught my imagination and it didn't take too long before he was spicing up his stories with us sharing some of the stuff that he used to watch on-line and of us fantasying about being a part of the action.
The therapist continued taking notes as I spoke and seeing that he appeared neither surprised or judgemental I then confessed that 'what ifs' began to enter our viewing pleasures and discussions and we both began searching about the internet more about swinging and it became a fantasy we would often talk about. I mentioned that the scenes that intrigued me most were ones where a black man was involved.
He wrote a final note on his pad, looked at his watch to indicate that our session was coming to an end, and said, "That will do for today but, one last question, did your fantasies become real and, if they did, was there an interracial element at anytime? Don't bother to answer now, you can tell me at our next meeting. Let's get an appointment in the diary."
And that was it, I had spent an hour talking to a complete stranger and somehow I had confessed to him that I was a swinger and somehow suggested I had a preference for black cock!
******
I didn't tell my shift captain that I had found going to a psychiatrist had been a refreshing experience. I just told him that it had been 'OK' and that he wanted me to have another session or two to 'straighten things out'.
In truth, it had been more than OK, I had experienced a perverse delight in sharing intimate details with a professional person who would keep the secrets I told him to himself and I couldn't wait to get back and tell him more.
It was a week later when I was back on his couch and I told him that it took a couple of years before Dave and me had our first swinging experience and, no, interracial wasn't even part of it until after that first encounter.
The couple we had our first encounter with were friends of Dave from before I met him. They were very open-minded and without going into too much detail we found ourselves after a evening of partying back at their place and it seemed entirely natural that we ended up swopping partners. I was soon to find out that they enjoyed porn and after that first time of sharing, 'swinging', they would share mainstream porn that always had at least one interracial scene. Dave and I became real fans of Ashlyn Gere, Victoria Paris, Nina Hartley and others that did interracial scenes.
We never had an interracial encounter with that other couple but their porn choices certainly opened up my curiosity.
My therapist said that he found that confession interesting; that it seemed at odds to my reaction of having been beaten so badly during the traffic stop incident and my distaste of black people.
I told him that I wouldn't say it was a distaste, an aversion, just that we were raised that way and it was a social taboo. I reminded him that the blacks we dealt with were mostly low class thugs and criminals so it was easy to not want anything to do with them. However, seeing Ashlyn Gere, Victoria Paris and other porn stars performing with black men, ones who were more 'cultured' than those I had usually encountered, and enjoying it was refreshing and gave me a much different take on life. Ashlyn and Victoria seemed to always have a role as an upper-class white woman while the black men were both subservient yet dominant and invariably portrayed as sexual animals giving pleasure on demand and not necessarily shown as threatening predators. It was an education and made me rethink my attitudes.
I looked up at my therapist to see if he had reacted in any way to my reference to swinging and the confession about watching porn with my partner but he seemed nonplussed as he continued to write notes on his pad. I could have been dictating a shopping list as far as the expression on his face was concerned.
Without raising his eyes from his pad he asked me what went through my mind whenever I was watching one of the videos and had Dave and I related my encounter and trauma of being beaten by one of 'those sexual animals' about whom I had previously had no experience; had it given me cause to rethink my outlook and way of thinking about black men; had it given me cause to consider quitting my job; what had Dave thought about the whole thing?
So many questions!
I told him that Dave and I both enjoyed our time as police officers and although the incident had been a frightening experience it was something you are trained to expect and deal with. I admitted to him that maybe on this occasion I had let my guard slip because I was so mad that the guy had blatantly ignored me when he knew that he was about to be pulled over. Dave was glad I wasn't injured beyond just pride and a few bruises.
My therapist then surprised me by asking if I had feared that I might have been ***** by the black thug had help not arrived in time and how would I have dealt with that prospect.
I was a little taken aback that he could read my mind so clearly for it had indeed been my greatest fear as I lay on the ground trying to protect myself from the blows that my assailant was aiming at me, that not only had **** been my expectation but that there was some part of me that said that the best course of action would be to just lay quiet and let him get on with it. I confessed it was a thought that stayed with me long after the incident.
He put his pen down as a signal that our session had come to an end but made no comment about what I had told him other than to say that we would explore my feelings about black people further at our next appointment. I wasn't too sure what benefit I was supposed to be gaining from telling him all this but I had to admit it felt good to be able to articulate to a non-judgemental stranger my thoughts about what was considered to be a taboo topic.
*******
It was a couple of weeks later that I was on shift when my cell phone bleeped to remind me I had my next appointment that day with the therapist. I had forgotten about it and hadn't scheduled myself enough time to get home and change out of my uniform hence I arrived at his office fully booted and spurred!
He complimented me on my attire and quipped he hoped he hadn't done anything wrong. I assured him he hadn't and unbuckled my belt and carefully lay my gear to one side before I 'assumed the position' on his couch.
Be damned if he hadn't noticed that the way I reverently treated my equipment as a reason to be included in his analysis of my behaviour … and be damned that I didn't confess that getting ready for work since the incident had eventually become sexualised.
I told him that each morning putting on the uniform, the black leather shoes, the thick stiff pistol belt, slipping the Glock into the holster, feeling my hands around that hard black powerful weapon was exciting; taking the nightstick, a long hard black stick in my hands and slipping it into the ring holder, was akin to me holding a hard black cock-like object. Taking the flashlight, sliding it into a leather holster and hearing it slide in was erotic. Feeling that stiff black belt around my waist had become a thrill.
He didn't say anything more, just added a few more notes to his pad before moving on to have a recap on what I had told at the previous sessions.
He asked me if I related my 'potential ****' with the videos that I had looked at when we were into swinging with our friends.
I told him that, yeah, whenever I saw those black cocks it was something always came to mind, how it would feel to be fucked those impressive looking dicks. I told him that such thoughts led to my having fantasies about it happening and that **** fantasies evolved as part of our swinging. The rough way I was assaulted had added to those fantasies tremendously.
Dave was entirely on board with the way I was thinking and such thoughts served to add to the dirty talk whenever we were with our friends and I'm guessing that it was through our play-acting that I began to have second thoughts about how I regarded black people. It was a funny thing, we both saw the bad side of the black community, criminal savages and yet once we started swinging we began to see black people who were more like us; regular people that were like us and not brutal savages. Our interracial experiences may have taken a few years to start but it is ironic that we went from cuffing and stuffing blacks into patrol cars to some kind of role-reversal with us being stuffed with black dick in our cars and, sometimes in our games, me being the one in cuffs!
He asked me how I felt about that and I told him that although I still harboured some prejudices that, looking back, it seemed to have added to the taboo and excitement, that it felt so dirty and shameful yet highly arousing.
He noted that comment down on his pad and then asked about Dave and his acceptance of his wife being a willing participant in these swinging affairs and his reaction to my fantasies about being ***** by blacks.
I smiled and told him of the recent comment Dave had made when he said, "Had you told me on my wedding day that my wife would be sucking another guy's dick, or fucking blacks, I'd have shot you! Now, I'd tell you it is the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
My therapist laughed to hear that and he closed his pad and said, "Well, I think we're done here. There's nothing you've told me that gives me any cause for concern about your mental state of health and well-being. I believe that you have managed to talk your way through this trauma of yours very successfully. Clearly the prejudices you held before have been addressed and you no longer regard blacks as being a threat, indeed, from what you've told me it sounds as if they could soon be counted as being amongst your 'best friends'.
I laughed to hear him say that and said, "Unlikely but thanks for the diagnosis!"
I left the office feeling a lot better than I had in years. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, to be told that my experience and subsequent behaviour was quite acceptable and that I shouldn't feel any shame or regrets. His conclusion was that, if it felt good, then I should keep on doing what I was doing and not concern myself with what more 'unenlightened' people might be thinking.
*******
So it was that I became a convert to the idea that therapy was a good thing and not just something that inadequate people do to compensate for their inadequacies. As far as I was concerned it was being given that analysis from a 'professional person' which really allowed me to let go of my inhibitions, especially where blacks were concerned.
When I shared with Dave what I had been advised, that seemed to trigger a green light for us to become more adventurous and thereafter we would go and pick up our friends, take rides in our Toyota Land Cruiser and find places on back roads where we could fuck and suck.
It was on one of the first of those trips that Dave discovered that not only did I enjoy giving head but that I had no inhibitions about swallowing both his and the other guy's cum. He was further bemused when after he had fucked the other wife that I went down on her and sucked his cum out of her. I guess that's when he accepted that not only had I been 'cured' but realised that my sessions with the therapist had allowed my bi-side to emerge!
However, it was not all a win-win for the downside of these fun trips was that invariably we would lose several items of clothing along the way.
The other couple had kids who they used to arrange for a babysitter and once the kids had been put to bed we would go and pick them up. Other times they would farm the kids off to the grandparents and that allowed us to party at their place when we could watch porn and fuck and suck without any fear of being disturbed. We had some really wild times and it got even wilder when the other wife produced a black strap-on which allowed us two women to really let our bi-tendencies go loose and give a show to our husbands and let them see what it was like for their wives to be fucked by a black cock.
Our husbands weren't into guy/guy stuff, they preferred to just be voyeurs to girlie-same sex. However, that's not to say they didn't receive any 'friendly fire'. It was inevitable that when we adopted some positions of, say, the wife riding cowgirl and sucking on another dick or if the wife was laying on top in a 69 and sucking a cock as she's being fucked from behind by another that cum would be dribbling and hitting the other guy. It was an occupational hazard!
However, with their kids growing up and us, amazingly, kids of our own coming along, our swinging fun couldn't last forever. I think it was the incident, a close call, when one evening when for the first time we had sneaked a black guy over for the evening after our kids had gone to bed that we were almost caught out.
I was being fucked doggie fashion on the couch by this black stud and Dave was kneeling close by stroking his cock when to our horror we heard and saw down the hallway the bedroom door open and our ******** wander out. She didn't look our way but sleepily went toward the bathroom. Dave and I both froze but the black guy didn't pause, he just grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head back and maintained his slow, deep strokes and continued filling me with his fat black dick. Our ******** emerged from the bathroom and sleepwalked her way back to her room without a glance toward the sight of her mother being fucked by another man. It was a scary moment and one that caused us to rethink what we should be doing in our leisure time now that the kids were growing up.
*******
So that was then and now is now; how have things and life panned out since those heady days of to the delights of swinging and being introduced to black cocks?
Well, for starters, Dave and I are no longer cops but we are both still involved with law enforcement. My husband of 25 years is a consultant with a security company and I do investigations for a law firm, reviewing car wrecks; investigating personal injuries claims; gathering evidence to support divorce proceedings, that kind of stuff. It isn't quite as exciting as being on the beat but the work sure doesn't run the risk of attracting any black rapists!
The kids are now full grown (********, 21; son, 19) and are both away at college and pretty much off our hands as they make their own way on the world ... which has allowed us to resume and pick up the threads of our previous life-style.
How have the intervening years treated us; are we still as imaginative? Well for starters our friends have move on and away and we have had to cultivate new friendships. For sure, attitudes these days are a lot more relaxed and with the assistance of the internet there has been no problems with hooking up with like-minded people.
Have we had any significant encounters? Let Dave tell you about a recent episode:
*******
It was a scorcher, a hot week leading into the 4th of July. Six days with highs above 100F in our hometown. It was Sunday, July 1st and the projected high was going to be a record 106F. We got up early, showered, and Pam made a call to her special friend. It had been a long hot week and the heat had obviously had an effect on Pam and she needed a release. She dressed into her gym wear, very revealing shorts and a sports bra and a midriff baring t-shirt. She had arranged to meet him at the gym and I would drop her off in the parking lot and she would discreetly get in his car.
I called him and let him know we were on our way. I loved how sexy my wife looked sitting in the passenger seat. I love to see her long tan legs, tight tummy, lovely breasts, and her beautiful smile. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. Her long brunette hair pulled back and wrapped with a blue scrunchie.
"Hey, you know he doesn't want you touching me!" Pam squealed and laughed.
"Yeah, I know, but I want to feel you and taste you before I give you up to him for the day."
Pam grinned, "Well, you can't touch me, but he didn't say I couldn't touch myself!"
Pam pushed my hand away and licked her lips as she slid her hand down the front of her skimpy gym shorts. The shorts were a white spandex that barely covered anything and really contrasted with her tanned legs, accentuating them and her tummy nicely. She sighed as she touched herself, she bit her lower lip and moaned a little as she rocked her hips and stroked herself. She turned her head to face me but I couldn't see her eyes for her sunglasses. She pressed her right hand on her tummy as her left continued to pleasure her sex.
She whispered, "I'm so wet, I can't wait to have his black cock inside me."
She continued masturbating as I drove, talking dirty at times, moaning at times, breasts heaving beneath the fabric of her sports bra and ripped t-shirt. The blue sports bra and grey t-shirt really added to the scene. The contrasting colours really excited me. I was hard and my cock was straining against my shorts.
I pulled the car into the parking lot and drove around the side to where Trey, her black stud was parked. He had backed into the parking space on the side and I drove into the space on his passenger side. It was around 8am and the thermometer was already high but we were still in the shade and not in the direct sunlight.
Trey rolled the passenger window of his car down and I did the same.
"Hey Dave, Pam, how's my girl?"
"She's doing all right, man, brought her over just as you wanted!" I winked at Trey.
Pam's hand was still in her shorts as she looked over and gave him a smile. Trey, exited his car and walked around to Pam's door and leaned on the window opening. He could see her hand in her shorts.
Trey smiled and asked, "What are you doing babe? Why is your hand inside your shorts?"
"Dave wanted a taste before giving me up to you, so I didn't let him touch me as you asked. I figured I'd let him suck my fingers before we leave."
Pam removed her hand, her fingers were wet with her juices and pressed them into my mouth. I greedily licked and sucked them while Trey watched.
Trey smiled, "That's not what we agreed, I may need to punish you a little for this."
He opened her door and had her step out. Pam looked gorgeous standing beside Trey's towering muscular body. The contrast of his dark brown skin and my white wife looked amazing as he took her by the hand and led her in front of my car. He looked me in the eye and the he kissed her deeply, passionately, before bending her over the hood of the car and swatted her ass three times.
Pam yelped with each swat and with the heat and humidity, which even in the morning was excessive, I could see the sheen of sweat building on them both during the short time they were spending in the heat.
Trey pulled her back off the hood and kissed her before leading her to his car. He then walked over to the driver's side of my car.
"Glad you brought her over, I'll take care of her all day, figure be by my apartment around 4 or so. I'll leave the door unlocked so you can let yourself in when you get there."
“Sounds good, I’ll see you around 4pm.”
Trey shook my hand and got in his car; Pam smiled and waved as they drove off.
I went home to wait the rest of the day and take care of things that needed to be done and to keep telling myself that letting your wife date alone and dropping her off is one of the hottest most erotic things you can do … it is also the most nerve wracking as you aren’t there to see what is happening and your mind goes into overdrive imagining what your wife would now be doing in the hands of a 24 year old black stud over the next eight hours or so.
I did everything I could to kill the time and distract me from thinking about what was happening to my wife.
It was about a twenty minute drive over to Trey’s apartment so I planned to leave the house around 3:30PM to give me plenty of time. I took a shower and changed into a t-shirt and shorts. I kept checking my phone all day for any texts or pics, anything to indicate what had been going on with Pam and Trey. Nothing had come in. I considered calling her phone to check but decided against.
All I could think about during the drive over was what they may have been doing all day. Your mind is truly the sex organ, my thoughts raced, imagining what they had done, how she had reacted to him. Everything you could imagine went through my mind.
My cock was straining against my shorts as I drove to Trey’s apartment. The complex has a pool and as I drove past and parked, plenty of folks enjoying the cool water and sun on such a hot summer day.
Trey’s apartment was on the third floor and faced the pool. I parked in front of his building and got out, my cock was still straining against my shorts and my mouth was dry. The heat was oppressive and I started sweating immediately. I could see his windows were open as I started towards the stairs, my ears straining to hear any tell-tale sounds of passion. I thought I heard some moans as I quietly ascended the stairs. I swallowed and took a deep breath, my heart was racing and sweat was pouring off of me, running down my back, face, and bare legs.
As I continued up the stairs I could hear more moans and a male voice. The closer I got to the door the more I could recognize the moans as being my wife’s voice. I reached and stood in front of his apartment door and listened. I was about to knock when I remembered Trey had said the door would be unlocked. I put my hand carefully on the door knob and gently turned the knob and pushed open the door. My breathing was shallow, I was sweating from the heat.
I quietly eased inside and closed the door behind me, I could now clearly hear my wife was begging Trey for his black cock. I eased forward a little and peeked around the corner.
I saw them on the living room floor, their backs were to me. Pam was on her hands and knees, glistening with perspiration, her hair wet with sweat and she was in the throes of passion as Trey was fucking her from behind. He too was shiny with sweat, his dark brown skin was wet and dripping as he took powerful thrusts into my wife. The AC was off and it was hot inside the apartment, just the ceiling fan was slowly turning above the two lovers.
She saw me standing there and for my benefit cried out, “Fuck me hard you black fucker!”
Trey likewise saw me, grabbed her hair and pulled as he slammed into her.
“Squeeze my cock, bitch! Milk it good!”
Trey started swatting her ass as he thrust into her cunt. “So fucking wet!”
Pam moaned with pleasure and brought her ankles up to spur Trey as he fucked her. She lowered herself onto her elbows and arched her back to give Trey more access to her pussy. Sweat was dripping down their bodies, Trey’s balls were slapping my wife’s cunt with a wet sound.
“Your cock feels so good inside me!” Pam squealed! “I love your black dick inside me! I love being your slut!”
I was mesmerized by the scene. I watched as they fucked on the living room floor. My cock was straining against my shorts and I was sweating through my clothes. They now acted as if they hadn’t noticed my entrance into the apartment and I was staying as still and as quiet as possible.
I watched as their pace slowed, Trey pulled my wife back to him as he rested on his heels. She straddled him and kept his cock buried deep in her as she leaned back into him. Trey, grabbed her breasts and kissed along her shoulders as she slowly bounced on his cock.
Pam leaned her head to the left and pulled her wet hair out of the way to allow Trey to kiss and lick along the nape of her neck. Little moans escaped Pam as she slowly rode Trey’s cock.
“I loved being poolside earlier, loved how the people looked at us” Pam said.
“Yeah, they got an eye full, loved how they gawked as I rubbed you down” Trey laughed. “They knew what was going to go down and I bet they saw your wedding ring.”
Pam gasped when his hand disappeared in front of her, he must have begun rubbing her clit. Pam moaned as she leaned her head back, her right hand must have been following Trey’s as the motion from their right arms matched.
I was sweating and breathing slowly as all of this took place, I was absent mindedly rubbing my cock through my shorts while I watched my wife being fucked by a black stud. The sighs and grunts of pleasure continued as I watched them. I slipped off my shorts and t-shirt, I was standing there hidden from them. My cock was straining against my underwear and I was sweating as much as the two lovers. I stroked my cock as I watched them. Trey’s hands were all over my beautiful wife.
Pam leaned forward to rest on her elbows as Trey continued to stroke his black cock into her. Pam was moaning as he pounded her cunt. His hips were taking deep thrusts into my wife.
“Cum on my dick, bitch!” cried Trey. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze my dick!”
Trey grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep into her. Pam yelped and moaned!
Trey growled as he came inside my wife. I watched the two lovers as they came, locked together in pleasure, grunting and moaning. Trey emptied his balls into my wife’s willing cunt. Trey eased out of my wife and Pam rolled onto her back, her legs splayed in a vulgar pose. Pam’s pussy was glistening with sweat and beginning to ooze cum.
I eased out of my underwear. I watched as the lovers rested there before me. Trey’s body shuddering as he caught his breath in the hot living room, Pam on her back in a vulgar display of sexual satisfaction, her hands teasing her nipples and wiping the sweat along her belly and eventually cupping her well fucked sex. I watched my wife’s final shudders from her orgasm as she lay there on the floor.
I chose that moment to quietly step into the room.
Pam looked up and smiled, ”We were just talking about you, honey. How long have you been here?”
Trey turned to look at me, “Hey man, glad you go here. We’ve had some fun times today.”
I smiled and enjoyed the scene of the two unashamed lovers, basking in their love making. I could see Trey’s black, thick, cock glistening between his thighs, coated in my wife’s juices and his own frothy cum.
“I can tell, you’re both dripping in sweat!”, I grinned at Trey and winked at my wife.
Trey smiled and extended his hand, “Help me up, bro, your wife nearly fucked me to death!”
I grabbed Trey’s hand and helped him up to his feet. 6 foot plus of muscular black stud, sweaty, and powerful, his cock still hard. Trey pulled me to him and bumped his chest into mine, his cock contacting my mine and rubbing the mix of sexual juices along the shaft and against my groin and abs.
He slapped my back, “Welcome, bro! Thanks for giving her to me today.”
I smiled, “Anytime, Trey, you do her good and I mean that in every imaginable way.” I turned slightly to face Pam and could feel his cock trace across my groin and leg, leaving a slimy trail of cum.
“I got here and heard you from the parking lot, so I eased in so as not to disturb you two. I was amazed to hear you so clearly then I noticed the windows open and the AC off. I couldn’t help but watch these last few minutes.” I smiled at Trey and Pam. I looked down at Trey’s cock and how close it was to mine. Thick, black, and still hard from fucking my wife. Quite a comparison between my white cock and the young stud’s.
Trey laughed, “Yeah, I like it loud and she wanted to be a sweaty mess just for you, so we shut down the AC and opened the windows, guess we were a bit louder than we thought.” Trey looked at me and smiled, sweat rolling down his face and neck.
Pam grinned and spoke up, ”Hey, what about me, don’t I get help standing up? I was on the receiving end of that black monster of a cock and all that cum! My legs are all weak!”
I started to move but Trey halted me.
“I think you aren’t finished,” Trey looked at Pam and then at me, “She’s made a mess here and she needs to clean it up.” Trey took his cock and slapped it against my abdomen for emphasis.
I looked at Trey, “Yeah, I agree, she needs to do something about it.”
Pam grinned, she knew that was the ok that I could touch her and take her.
I looked at her and moved to kneel between her splayed legs. I ran my fingers along her legs and along her sweaty thighs. I paused to watch the cum seeping from the lips of her sex. Trey had cum heavily inside her. I leaned forward and kissed her tummy just above her violated pussy. My wife, my lover, my partner in sexual perversions now indulging in and enjoying the pleasures of being violated by black men. She watched as I kissed along her belly, tracing with my tongue around her navel and up her abs to her breasts, tasting the salty sweat that gleamed on her tan flesh.
She moaned softly as I teased her nipples with my tongue. She teased my outer thighs with her toes, rocking her hips to keep Trey’s cum from dripping out and forcing it deeper inside her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me. Our tongues entwined, exploring each other’s mouth.
I felt the head of my cock touch her well fucked cunt. The slippery cum coating the head of my hard cock. Pam moaned into my mouth as we kissed. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist and press her cunt against my cock, rocking her hips until the head just slipped inside her. She lifted herself more, slowly forcing my cock deeper. Her pussy was slick with Trey’s cum and her juices. My cock eased inside her and with a quick thrust I buried my cock in my wife.
I could feel the cum oozing around my cock, I could feel Pam squeezing my cock with her cunt, milking it, wanting to have my cum mix within her. We broke our kiss and Pam lay back on the carpet, looking up at me as she rubbed her tits together and teased her nipples.
We kissed as I began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into her. Her pussy was so wet and slick, filled with Trey’s cum and her juices. The feeling was wonderful.
“Hey, before you get too involved, Pam has some cleanup to do, bro!” Trey exclaimed.
We broke our kiss and Pam and I both turned to look at Trey, he was standing there rivulets of sweat running down his muscular black body, his thick black cock still slick and shiny with his frothy cum and my wife’s juices. Pam and I looked into each other’s eyes as she wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her up and rocked back onto my heels.
There we were, embracing each other, Pam wrapped around me and I on my knees before this black Adonis. Pam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as we knelt. She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly and looked up at Trey.
Pam reached out and stroked Trey’s wet thigh, tracing her fingers through the sweat and across his abdomen to his swollen cock. She cupped his balls and Trey inched forward. Trey guided his cock to my wife’s waiting lips.
Pam’s left hand had me by the hair on the back of my head as she looked me in the eye and began to lick along the black shaft, she was moaning ever so lightly, rocking her hips and squeezing my cock.
I watched as my wife used her tongue to bathe Trey’s cock, licking up the mixture of her juices and Trey’s cum. Trey’s right hand grabbed my hair and tilted my head back.
“She knows how to suck cock, bro, and how to clean it up!”
I mumbled out a weak, ”Yes” as Pam continued licking and sucking Trey’s beautiful black cock.
He grabbed Pam’s hair and tilted her head back and pushed his cock into her mouth. Pam adjusted her position, turning her left side into me to allow that black cock to go straight into her mouth. She was looking in his eyes as she swallowed his black cock.
There we were, Trey towering over us, his hands holding us by the hair of our heads, his cock buried in my wife’s mouth, Pam and I both looking up at this muscular black Adonis. Trey smiling down at us, in complete control of his white couple.
Pam moaned around Trey’s cock as her head moved along the shaft. I watched, mere inches from her face, as she pleasured him. Pam used the heel of her palm to lift Trey’s balls as she sucked on them. She rubbed her cheeks with his massive tool. I could tell her fingers were slipping between Trey’s butt cheeks.
Trey groaned as Pam slipped a finger in his ass.
“You know what I like babe! You know what I like …” and his head snapped back as Pam again took his cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked that beautiful black cock, her hips rocking and her pussy squeezing my cock. Trey, began slowly thrusting his cock in her mouth, I could feel his hands gripping my hair tighter as the tempo built.
Trey pulled out of her mouth as he came for at least the second time since I arrived. Thick gobs of hot cum sprayed on to Pam’s face, tits, shoulder and onto my chest as his black cock spurted.
“Man, she knows how to suck cock!”
I smiled and so did Pam, the cum oozing down her face and tits. Pam licked the last bit of cum from Trey’s cock and then licked her lips to get more. She swallowed as she looked me in the eyes.
I traced my fingers on her face and pushed more cum into her mouth. She sucked my fingers as she turned to face me. She leaned over and began licking up Trey’s cum from my chest and shoulder.
Trey moved behind Pam and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“She’s a hot woman, Dave, knows how to fuck. I love her and her hot body.”
Trey smiled as he looked me in the eye and I responded as expected when I replied, “Yeah, that she is, very sexy and a great wife and lover.”
Pam leaned back and showed me the cum on her tongue then looked at Trey and did the same before swallowing it.
I scooped more of Trey’s cum from my wife’s tits and offered her my fingers to clean off. Pam greedily licked them and sucked them clean, looking into my eyes as she did so. I pulled her close and kissed her as Trey watched.
As we kissed Pam began to rock her hips, squeezing my cock with her well fucked and cum filled cunt. She began to softly moan in my mouth as we fucked on the floor, our black Adonis towering above us. I leaned her back onto the floor and looked at her sweaty and cum drenched body. She was smiling at me.
“Fuck me, hun, fuck me hard for Trey!”
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He tells it so much better than me, doesn't he?
So, yeah, life is good and we are enjoying it to the max. I look back and think about that time when I was beaten up by a black guy who looked an awful lot like Trey and I have the perverse thought that if it hadn't been for the referral to a shrink that maybe none of this would have happened.
In fact, I guess if nothing else, relating this, my life story, can said to be 'A Praise to Therapy'.
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