I was a spoiled racist until....

This story was originally submitted by lynn 89156 and placed in the "stories in need of editor forum. I have attempted to contact Lynn but never heard from anyone? In editing the story I kept as much of the original narrative and feel of the story as I could, I wanted anyone comparing the original to my edited version to see they are similar enough to be the same story with all due credit to Lynn.

My ****** resides in a blue-collar, middle-class neighborhood with diverse ethnicities, they are good people coming from different cultures and different walks of life. The neighborhood is quiet, people are friendly, and respectful making this a kind-hearted community.
I didn't always feel this way about the community. When we first moved here, it was an upper-class white area. Then the area gradually changed. First the Koreans, then the Latinos, then Catholic Italians, and then came the niggers!

I was raised in a very strict home in Iowa. Social distancing back then was you stayed in your class and stayed away from those that were not white, financially prosperous, or Protestant. I was raised a spoiled little bigot and resented what I felt was the deterioration of our neighborhood and social status with the integration of the lesser races.

In my ******, you NEVER mixed with blacks that were not working for you. You NEVER socialized or spoke to them unless it was necessary. So as one might expect, my ****** was furious about blacks coming into the area where my husband and I live!

When the housing market fell so did our small business. It was all my Husband Mark and I could do to stay afloat and continue to put our son through college during this time. Our son did graduate two years ago now, it was a satisfying time for us as parents. Our son got a job out of state and is doing well on his own.

Since then our situation at home has gotten much harder. Our business had taken a hit and then the virus hit! We had a few dollars in the bank at the time but it went quickly. We applied for the PPP, but it was slow in coming, so we had to decide what to do to make ends meet until the PPP came through.

We have a nice 4 bedroom home and decided we would rent out a room temporarily to help get us by. We posted an ad on a few sites and were soon inundated with people interested. The problem was, that none of them were able or willing to pay our asking price for the room? Then one day a gentleman named Jeremy contacted us about the room, after speaking with my husband, an appointment was set for him to come and see the house and decide if it fit his needs in two days.

When he arrived, I was taken back, shocked he was a Nigger!!! My first reaction was to shut the door in his face. But my husband quickly stepped in and invited him in. (MUCH to my dismay)! Mark showed Jeremy our home, who seemed impressed with the living arrangements. We all sat in the living room chatting... Well, I should say Jeremy and my husband talked. I did not acknowledge his presence.

Jeremy had come with a bank statement, background check, identification, references, and a cashier's check in hand for 6 months' rent plus security deposit, prepared to take the room if he wanted it?

My Saving grace or so I thought was Jeremy was out of work and was hoping to be able to find a job in our area. I thought, my husband would decline to rent to him for this reason. That was not the case, my husband agreed and leased the room to him starting the following week!

After Jeremy left I asked my husband "how in the hell could you rent a room in our home to him!?"

Mark looked at me and said, "we have no choice, he gave me a cashier's check for $4,200.00!" After a minute of silence, Mark explained that he felt the funds should be enough to get us through our waiting period for PPP? I was so angry with him that I did not speak to him for 3 days!

When the time came for Jeremy to move in, Mark told me I would have to be civil to him, and I agreed. I held back that contact with him would be minimal and chilly at best on my part. To describe the first week as uncomfortable would be a gross understatement, it was torture, Especially for Jeremy.

Whenever he saw me, he would say, " Hello Lynn, how are you today?"

I would curtly say, "I am well thank you." and go about my day.

The second week was a bit better. I started to notice things about him. Like the fact that he was impeccably neat. Always cleaned up after himself in the kitchen. Plus he would vacuum, sweep the kitchen floor, and dust around the house without being asked. His hygiene was evident as well. Always dressed nicely, clean-shaven
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Somewhere between the third and fourth week, my attitude towards him changed. Everything he did made an impression, and the ever-present, "Hello Lynn, How are you today?" took its toll. I started to answer him in a softer tone and carry on a light conversation. Eventually, we became friendly Or I should say that I became friendly.

Jeremy was not a handsome man nor was he ugly. He was.....ordinary. About 5' 10, perhaps 180 lbs, with a bit of a paunch and black as coal! He has a killer smile. Warm and he always smiled with his dark brown, twinkly eyes. His personality was by far his best attribute. Kind, polite, always smiling with a wonderful laugh, the kind that comes from deep inside. He later told me that his ****** had come here from Jamaica when he was a child, it was obvious because he had never lost his accent, he was well educated and articulate.

I am in my early 40's. Not drop-dead gorgeous, but attractive. 5' 7 ", 155 lbs, deep auburn hair, with more than a decent figure. My boobs, are a firm 36C, 31" waist, and 37" hips, with no tummy, Not a 6 pack, but no tummy. I take pride in my appearance, having my silly exercise regimen that I perform 4 times a week and I walk about 2 miles every morning rain, snow, or shine.

My legs and butt are my best physical attributes or that is what I have been told all my life? I used to like to flaunt them now and then when I was younger and single. I loved going to clubs in short skirts, thigh-high stockings, and stiletto platform heels, and the feel of the eyes upon me was so exciting!!!!

Mark's and my sex life had been more than adequate (I think?) At first, Mark and I went at it like a rabbit's as all newly married couples do but after the birth of our son that changed as it does, with any LTR. It wains after a few years to about once a week, then to once a month if that!? Mark is several years my senior and works five days a week 10 to 12 hours a day to make the ****** business prosper, he is usually tired when he gets home so like many other couples sex took a backseat to life.

As the weeks turned into months, I was feeling quite comfortable with Jeremy. We would sit and have coffee in the mornings and chat. Never once did he ever do or say anything out of line or suggestive to me.

One morning after I had my walk and a shower, Jeremy and I had our morning coffee. I told him I was going to run errands and asked "Can I pick anything up for you while I was out?" He asked if I would pick up some toothpaste and mouthwash for him while I was out? I of course told him yes and off I went.

I came back home about 3 hours later. I unloaded my groceries and then took Jeremy's things to his bathroom. Not knowing that he was in there, I walked in on him in all his splendor! I was so embarrassed and SHOCKED! He was just about to get into the shower and I had barged in on him. He was shocked as well and grabbed a towel to cover himself. I stammered something and scurried out of the bathroom.

What shocked me about him was not just that he was naked, but he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It wasn't big, it was monstrous!! Like almost any other woman my age, I had watched a bit of porn for no other reason than curiosity. I had even watched an interracial one that was titled "12-inch black dick fucks white wife " I must say that it was impressive, but a total turnoff for me at the time as I had NO interest in a Nigger fucking me and thought at the time that it was a sin, unnatural, and completely disgusting!

About 20 minutes later Jeremy came into the kitchen. I was blushing in shame and just mumbling something incoherent again. He smiled and said "It's no big deal, Lynn. It's just one of those things that happened and no harm was done, at least on my part."

All I could do was sit there embarrassed, not knowing what to do or say made it all the harder. Jeremy sat down and asked me "why are you so upset?" I told him that I "wasn't upset, I'm embarrassed that I walked in on you." He then asked me "is it that or that I am black?" I Said, "that is part of it as well." Jeremy then asked to my surprise. "Do I have anything different than Mark?"

I answered "no"

Then he said, "Well imagine that, I have the same parts that a white man has!" Then laughed long and hard.
I looked at him and said "Yes the same parts, but far different." to which he said "Yes I am." he then replied with a somber look on his face, " I have had this curse my entire life."

I looked at him questioningly and asked "how can it be a curse?"

He told me that he did not have much of a sex life, in fact very little. That woman would take one look at his dick and that would end everything. He couldn't even get a professional to pleasure him. Once in a while, he would be pleasured by a woman using her hands, but that was it and that was rare. Jeremy then got up and excused himself as he needed to leave and do some job hunting.

For the next few days, I thought about his dick and what he had said, It did make sense to me? He was close to ten inches soft. which begs the question what would he be hard?

Then I thought of him as the man that I so wrongly thought terrible things about when he first moved in. Now I felt sorry for him, how difficult it must be for him to have a sexless life. The phycological and emotional strain must be unbearable, and yet here he was always with a smile and wonderful attitude toward everyone and everything, what an amazing man!

I kept thinking about his dick and was horrified that I did! Here I was, a MARRIED white woman constantly thinking about a black man's dick! It went against EVERYTHING I had been taught and believed my entire life. I felt confused and excited.

A few days later I heard Jeremy go into his bathroom and turn on the shower. Once he was in the shower I quietly slipped into his bathroom and sat on the toilet. I intended to shock him when he got out of the shower and saw me seated there. So I waited for him, when he opened the shower door and saw me, the look on his face was priceless, I wanted to laugh but my attention had been drawn to his cock! Jeremy didn't know what to do and stood there for a minute and then he reached for his towel. I snatched it from his grasp, got up, and stepped over to him handing him his towel as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I took his dick in my hands and started jerking him off with both hands. His cock was so thick and heavy, but soft and warm. I was in awe of it. I had an urge to suck his cock but knew that wasn't going to happen, I was sure I couldn't get his head in my mouth, he was so thick, I would say he was the diameter of a beer can? So, I started to lick the underside and all around the head. Then BOOM! He exploded all over me! I never thought someone could cum that much. He came in my face, my hair, and my top/boobs were covered, I got a mouthful of cum and swallowed all of it on top of my cum shower!

Jeremy's cum had a very distinct flavor that I found to be intoxicating. Not slimy at all, but thick, rich, very creamy, and tangy. When I looked up at him he was crying. He was so surprised and pleased that I did that for him that it brought him to tears! He looked down at me and asked, "Now what? I don't know what to do." "Do I have to move now?!"

I smiled at him and told him "You are being silly No, you don't have to move." after a breath I continued "As you said the other day this is just something that happened, nothing to be embarrassed about." Jeremy smiled that big smile as I left the room to get cleaned up. In my room before getting in what would be a long shower, I consumed as much of his cum from my face and breast as I could.

The next few days went normally. Mark went to work, I did my exercises and my walk, Jeremy did his job hunting, we would have our morning coffee and all was well. Nothing was mentioned between Jeremy and me.

I had not forgotten, I craved to do it again! So a few days later, Jeremy went in the shower, I slipped into the bathroom again and when he opened the shower door I was waiting for him on my knees, I grabbed his cock before he could say anything and started licking him. This time I was ready for him and managed to swallow almost all of his cum, Afterward, I told him that I enjoyed doing this for him and asked if he did as well? He readily agreed. So we then decide that this was going to be my morning protein drink, LOL!

Jeremy's only reservation was Mark, He and Mark had become friends and he wasn't keen on betraying him. I wholeheartedly agreed, I love Mark but felt this was something that I NEEDED? We talked over coffee and agreed that this could be our little secret, that Mark would not need to know at least for now?

To Be honest, Mark and I had become distant physically over time. I was in my so-called prime, and he was in his 50's. He honestly didn't have the time or I think the desire anymore. We had become MUCH better friends and got much closer in some respects since that part of our relationship stopped.

Now every day I would lick Jeremy's dick and swallow his cum, this went on for weeks. I once took a baggy and just when he started to cum, I put it over his dick and caught all of his cum. I poured it into a measuring cup to see how much was there? It turned out to be just over a quarter cup! After the measuring, I gave Jeremy a wicked smile and drank it down. This excited Jeremy who got hard again. I laughed as I walked over to him, kissed him, and knelt to lick him again, he came quickly and with just as much cum as the first time!

On the mornings that I went to his room, I would wear only my robe, but I would always remove it as I entered, I felt a need to be naked before him, vulnerable. One morning he was laying on the bed waiting for me as I entered and tossed my robe onto the chair. I was excited, I told him "today things are going to be a little different, today, I wanted to give him my pussy!" I had thought about this and I knew I wanted to try to take some or any of him into me? I had made it Kind of a challenge for myself? His eyes got big and he asked "are you sure?" I looked him in the eyes and said "yep, just I will be on top so I can control things." To be honest I was getting a bit randy by this time with drinking his cum almost every morning.

I brought lube and GENEROUSLY applied it to his dick and inside myself even though I was as wet as I had ever been. He was hard as a rock and I stood over him and lower my pussy to the head of his dick. I was honestly frightened as to what it would feel like and if I could do it?

I lowered myself until my pussy touched the head of his dick and BOOM! He shot his load. Jeremy was flustered and started to apologize and I couldn't help but laugh which hurt his feelings. As I licked his cum from his skin and worked his cock to keep him hard I joked with him by saying "talk about being ready!" I continued to clean his body of cum with my tongue for several more minutes. When I was done I told Jeremy that I was flattered by him doing that, this made him smile.

He was still hard! I thought, wonderful, Just more lube. So up I went again and lowered myself. This time the head started to go in and I had the most incredible feeling from it. I slowly lowered myself more taking the entire head of his dick. This was quite a chore as I had to balance and hold myself up simultaneously. It took some time I would take an inch or two, then stop and relax, then take another inch or two. In 10 minutes I had only taken about 6 inches and that was all I could take. I said, "I didn't know if I can take anymore?"

So I laid on my back and told him, he could take over but to go slowly, and if I said stop, he was to stop. He got on top of me and put his dick in me working it in and getting to about 6" he stopped and waited for me to relax and then began working himself into me again this time he worked himself into me another 2 inches before stopping because I had orgasmed with his recent invasion! Jeremy was skilled and WOW how I was enjoying him! Jeremy was very patient and worked himself into me with experience as my body surrendered to him. He went in another inch or so and there I told him that was all I could take. Jeremy smiled and started to work my pussy slowly at first then increasing in force and pace, there was no pain, the fulness I felt was surreal! I had at least 9 inches of thick, black dick inside of me and it was incredible!

Jeremy asked me if I was on the pill or anything and I told him no. He then told me when he was ready to cum, he would pull out. But having a black man fuck my married white pussy and filling it with his cum turned out to be so damn hot! I told him "NO!! I want every drop of your cum inside of me!"

Jeremy came hard! I felt as though a dam had just burst inside of me and I loved every second of it! I knew how much cum he was putting deep in my white pussy and the idea that I might get pregnant was just so erotic! He pulled out of me and I instinctively licked his dick clean with his cum pouring out of me.

Needless to say, we had graduated to another level. I just can't seem to get enough of his magnificent black dick! We continued as normal for about a month. During this time we continued to work on stretching me out so I could take all of him and by the end of the month, I could take most of his 13 inches cock. I knew I would not be able to ever take all of him there just wasn't any more room inside of me.

One day Jeremy told me that he had been fantasizing about my ass. About fucking it. I replied that I would put some thought into it, but don't get your hopes up. I had never had anyone fuck my ass before and he was so big.

I did some research, I read how a person can train their ass for fucking by using butt plugs. You just insert it and keep it there for as long as you can the idea was to be able to go through your day with one inside of you and not know it is there. So off to the adult store I went. They had some of the most interesting things you ever saw there, I was blushing!

The clerk was a very nice younger gal and I explained to her what I was trying to do. When I told her the size of Jeremy's dick her eyes just got big. She took me to the butt plugs and handed me the biggest one they had. She then explained to me that what I needed was not the largest one right off but a trainer pack of three plugs to work up to larger sizes, this was proper and safe. She handed me a box with three black plugs in it and said "we have them in pink also?" She said that each day I was to keep the size I was using inside of me for as long as I can and once I could go through a day without issues I could move up to the next size.

I went home and with great difficulty, I got the first one in my ass. It hurt like hell! But I was determined to at least try. On the first day, all I could do was about 10 minutes at a time, several times during the day. After a few days, I could keep it in me for about 4 hours and had gotten used to walking, and sitting with one inside me. Before long I could do just about everything with it in me.

The day came when I told myself this is the day Jeremy takes my ass. I had worn the largest plug from the store through the night while in bed. When I went to his room that morning I took off my robe and turned my ass towards him. Jeremy saw what was in me and asked "what in the hell is that?!" I told him all about what I had been doing for him and then pulled out the plug and said "hurry, try to fuck my ass while it is still loose!"

I got on all fours and offered my ass to him. He put the head against my hole and pushed and In he went! There was some pain, but not much. I told him the same rules apply as when he first fucked my pussy and to go VERY slow.

He did and about 15 minutes later he had about 7 or 8 inches in my ass when I stopped him because that was my limit. Then he started to fuck my ass slow and steady, it was heavenly. I started playing with my pussy and came over and over.

From where I was on his floor I could look in his full-length mirror and see his huge black dick going in and out of my white ass. It didn't take long for him to cum, filling my ass with his seed. When he pulled out I looked at his dick and it was clean. So I lick his cum and my ass juice off of it. After this Jeremy started to fuck my ass a few times a week and I continued to use the plugs and in a short time, I could take his cock balls deep!

At this point I realized that Jeremy owned me, without realizing it Jeremy has taken all my holes, I had even co-operated with him taking control of me without realizing it!

I decided that I would have to talk with Mark. I talked to Jeremy about it and he agreed that we would talk to him but I said "no" I told Jeremy that it was going to be between Mark and myself. He didn't like the idea but understood.

The next day when Mark came home, I told him that I would like to talk some things over with him after dinner. When dinner was over and the dishes cleared I sat down and told him the entire story. He sat there expressionless listening intently through the whole story.

When I was finished, Mark said nothing he sat there for a moment in silent, disbelief. When he finally spoke he told me that he was surprised that I had been having sex with Jeremy. he said "considering my upbring and attitude toward black people?" He said "I should be angry, furious even, but I find it funny that you..." and then began to laugh out loud!!!

Once Mark had gathered himself. Mark said he had noticed some time ago that sex had gone out of our marriage (smiling at me) he said that the marriage had become comfortable, more of a deep bond between two lifelong friends than a marriage and that he liked that. After a few minutes of quiet thought, Mark then said "this may upset you but in all honesty, I am not motivated to have sex with you anymore"

After another round of silence, Mark asked me if I was in love with Jeremy? I told him yes, but not in the way that I love you, you are my soulmate, but my love for Jeremy is sexual and physical. I said that what I had with Jeremy woke me up and brought life back into me as if I was young again. Mark said, he wanted me to be happy and satisfied with my life and if Jeremy made my life better it was good.

Now that we didn't have to hide what we were doing anymore, we were fucking at least two times a day. I had also become more open in public. Jeremy and I would go out somewhere and I would hold on to his arm or he would put his arm around me with his hand resting on my ass for all to see.

One night while Jeremy was fucking me he told me he wished I was his wife. I didn't say anything back, but I thought about that for a few days. Then one morning while we were having coffee, I told him that I liked the thought of being his wife. So, I had another talk with Mark. I told him that I would like for Jeremy to move into our room with me, and he into Jeremy's room.

So here we are. I have two husbands. One is my husband in name and my best friend, the other is the lust of my life. None of this is a secret everyone knows that Jeremy and I are fucking. The neighbors, our friends, EVERYONE knows! I take great pride in the fact that everyone KNOWS that I have a black man fucking me. I am pregnant with Jeremy's baby. When I told him, he smiled and fucked me right there on the spot.

Mark has taken a lover and came clean about his activities over the last ten years outside of our marriage. This was hard for me to take, as it turns out his non-interest in me was because of my racist attitude. Mark loves me and he understood that I was raised that way but my stubbornness to not change over time made him lose his desire to be intimate with me, so he had been dating outside the marriage.
Mark still cares deeply for me and is supportive of me. He joked with me once when we were talking about the changes that have come about in our lives saying "I hoped something would happen to change your racist attitude, to open your eyes but I never thought it would be having a black man inside you!
Mark and I are divorcing before the baby gets here so I can Marry Jeremy. The agreement is that we keep the house and he keeps his ****** business. I believe Mark and I will remain, friends, we both know we still love each other. Jeremy is working and has taken control of the home finances our marriage and the arrival of our ******** will finalize his desire to become my husband and provider.