So many stories have been posted about white women, single and married, falling under the power of the sexual prowess of black men. I can accept that. But what about the sexual power of black women? White females can be just as susceptible; my wife is living proof.
Leeann, my wife, is 5’5”, about 126 with long blonde hair, green eyes and a very nice figure: 34C-24-35. We’ve been married five years and at 28, she still gets the appreciative glances from men. Leeann has worked as a medical transcriptionist in a rather large hospital here and enjoys the work. One of my wife’s co-workers is a black woman named Aisha. A year old than Leeann, she is an inch taller and her 34D’s are offset by a slender frame also punctuated by a round, tight ass and great legs. Aisha is not stunningly attractive (if you don’t count that great body) but she has a well-defined, nicely featured face and a mass of tight braids she will sometimes just loop in a loose rubber band behind her head or, let them hang, shoulder-length. She has a great smile and almond-shaped, hazel eyes. She is an attractive, mocha-skinned woman.
Leeann had always been attracted to Aisha as a friend; the black woman was about all she could talk about when she’d come home from work. It seems the two of them had similar hobbies and interests and within a few months of meeting the two were often going for drinks after work. The two did so much together and became so close, the other women in the office jokingly referred to them as ‘the office lesbians’. Leeann laughed about it over the dinner table when she related it to me. I thought nothing of it considering just how ‘catty’ women can be about each other. On several occasions we had Aisha for dinner and I admit I marveled at the woman’s body and her face was easy on the eyes also. She spoke in a soft, almost girlish voice and, since she was our guest I had always volunteered to clean-up afterward. This left my wife and Aisha time together and I caught numerous glances of them in the ****** room sitting quite close together on the couch. The first couple times I thought nothing of it but after that I began wondering if it was a habit and intentional. The two of them always seemed to be on the phone with each other. Usually the calls would start out quite normally but after awhile, within the first 15 minutes, I noticed Leeann taking the phone into the bedroom and closing the door. She explained it was just ‘private girl-talk’ that I didn’t need to really know about.
Our sex life had been what I call ‘acceptable’. Leeann gave me pussy 2-3x a week and she loved me eating her. She wasn’t really into giving me head but when I was eating her and wanted a ‘69’ she’d straddle my face and then lean to slowly stroke my cock. I enjoyed it and, in combination with eating her sweet, very juicy pussy, I always had a deep climax. I didn’t really notice how subtle the change became; Leeann was always expert at diverting my attention from things and, gradually, it seemed we were doing less and less fucking and I was eating her more as she jerked me off more frequently.
I was very surprised one night as I prepared to eat Leeann’s pussy and she turned to her nightstand and withdrew a perfectly formed, flesh-colored dildo. “Use this,” she said in a husky, urgent voice. “I bought it last week”. Excited at my wife’s boldness I took the dildo and began slowly working it between her soft pussy lips. She groaned, stiffened and then sighed deeply as the false cock slid up into her hole. It was a thick dildo and she took it quite easily; her pussy lips tight around the circumference and sliding along the sides as I moved it in and out. I was mesmerized watching Leeann’s hips moving and seeing her sweet ass humping gently with each inward thrust of the dildo. Juice ran down into the crack of her ass and Leeann was breathing rapidly, an arm thrown over her eyes as she focused on the sensations coming from between her legs. Finally, I moved closer and began sucking her swollen, erect clit and within a moment her body arced, her mouth went slack and she squealed thru a deep climax. Leaving the dildo deep in her pussy, Leeann urged me to lay beside her and she gave me a slow, sensual handjob.
This soon evolved into our ‘normal’ sex life. I’d feel Leeann’s tits and whisper I needed pussy and she’d turn toward me, her hand caressing my cock and say, “Why don’t you eat me and I’ll jerk you off?” And eating her meant using the dildo deep inside. I confess I loved watching her take it and see and hear how she reacted. And I always came good myself. The point is I hadn’t been in her pussy for a few months now and Leeann didn’t mind in the least. Of course, she and Aisha kept up a steady time of phone calls in addition to being together at work 8 hours a day; I’d listen to Leeann speaking softly on the phone and giggling, then her voice would become husky until she would notice me nearby. At that point she and the phone went into the bedroom with the door closed. My suspicions about the two of them was not only deepening, they were growing stronger by the day. The two would take trips together – overnight trips, ostensibly for shopping and the like. When I’d suggest maybe the office gossip was, indeed, true, Leeann would dismiss my remarks with a derisive laugh and tell me my imagination was perverse.
Leeann and Aisha had another ‘shopping trip’ planned for the weekend. There was little I could do about it. Besides, I was working on a spreadsheet presentation for my own work and, despite my suspicions about my wife and her ‘girlfriend’ I planned on finishing the work by Monday morning. However, when I got to my office Friday, I realized I’d left my work on the flashdrive inserted in my home computer. Pissed at myself, I debated just forgetting about the project that day and picking up on it the next morning when Leeann would be away. After several moments of debating with myself, I decided to just make the 30 minute drive home, get the damned thing and at least work on it with the time I had remaining in the office.
Aisha’s car was in the driveway.
My stomach instantly knotted. Leeann had kissed me goodbye that morning as I left for work after telling me she had a busy day at her own job. I saw that that had been a lie. I eased in the front door, listening carefully. Everything was quiet. I gingerly made my way to the bedroom; it was empty. Retracing my steps I came to the basement door. It was ajar and I could hear soft murmuring and quiet giggles coming from downstairs. I slipped off my loafers and quietly, step by step, descended the stairs. Our basement had been remodeled and the stairway went down and then did a 180 turn and then into the basement proper. Careful not to touch anything that might creak, I moved down to the small landing where the steps turned. I edged a look around the corner and froze.
Across the basement, a large couch cat between two armchairs facing the television. Aisha was completely nude and kneeling over the back of the sofa while my wife, Leeann, knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, her face buried between the spread, smooth brown cheeks of Aisha’s round, right ass. The black woman was gently rolling her hips and looking over her shoulder at Leeann who was working very hard lapping and tonguing the crack of Aisha’s ass. Leeann’s head moved up and down, her slender white hands held the plump brown globes of the other woman’s ass wide. I could hear the wet licking and sucking kisses from across the room. “That’s it, baby,” Aisha cooed. “Show me how much you love my black ass”. I heard Leeann moan, a muffled sound since her face was buried so deep between the cheeks. “Tongue my hole, baby,” the black woman instructed in a sultry, soft voice. “You know you love going deep”. Her words struck me. They’d been doing this before! How else would Aisha know my wife ‘loved going deep’ in her ass. I have to admit here, though, she had a gorgeous brown ass. Aisha slowly turned – with effort since Leeann didn’t want to take her mouth from the black woman’s ass. Aisha had gorgeous tits, too. Big and round and heavy with wide, very dark areola and brown nipples erect and hard. Those brown melons rested on her chest and Aisha scooped up each and held them for Leeann to suck and slurp. Aisha’s eyes were closed and head tilted back, lost in her erotic moments. My wife sucked and kissed those sensual brown tits until they shone with her saliva. Aisha laid back on the sofa, opening those strong, brown thighs and running her hands along the sides of her shaved cunt. “Now it’s feeding time,” she said softly, eyes narrowed while Leeann ducked her head. “Yes baby,” Aisha cooed, “eat my pussy so good. You love your woman’s brown sugar, don’t you”. Leeann raised a wet, sticky face long enough to respond.
“Yesss,” she answered and her face went back into the wet brown cunt. I could hear the wet slurping and sucking clearly and Aisha’s hands went behind my wife’s head, pressing her face deeper as she rolled her hips and ground her soaking hole into Leeann’s mouth. “Who owns you, baby?” Aisha asked softly.
“You do, baby,” Leeann lifted her wet face again to answer. “Who owns that sweet white pussy?” the black woman cooed more. Leeann’s answer was the same. “You’ll never do a white man again, will you”. It was a statement, not a question and my wife gave a deep sigh. “Never,” she promised. “I’m yours. Your white bitch. I’m yours alone, lover” and went back to eating black pussy. Leeann sucked and slurped and licked while Aisha held her head in place and fucked her face and mouth. With a deep groan and quivering legs, Aisha climaxed. She pulled my wife towards her and the two had a deep, sucking, tongue kiss.
Aisha pushed Leeann’s thighs apart and shoved three fingers deep up into my wife’s wet hole, finger fucking her very hard; hard enough that Leeann’s tits bounced and jiggled. “Is this cunt mine?” Aisha asked fiercely, one hand pumping in and out of my wife’s hole as the other pressed Leeann’s abdomen. “Are you all mine?” Leeann was gasping, her head craned back, hands pulling her nipples.
“God yes, I am yours,” she said thickly, nodding. “My cunt is all yours. You own it. I love you. Ohmygod you make me feel so good!” The black woman smiled and produced a thick black dildo, pushing it hard up into Leeann’s cunt and kept it pressed there. My wife gasped and her thighs went wider. “Fuck me,” she begged, trying to hump on the black dildo. “Please fuck me, baby. You know I love it!” Now I knew why I wasn’t getting any pussy to fuck.
Aisha began pumping the fake cock in and out of Leeann’s pussy vigorously and my wife loved it. Gritting her teeth her head tossed back and forth. “None of this sweet pussy for hubby?” she asked, her eyes narrowed and sparkling. Leeann could only shake her head, she was close to cumming. Aisha took the clit and twisted it hard. Leeann gave out a short cry and went into a spasm as massive waves of pleasure swept over her. The two of them finally began tongue kissing again as they fingered each other’s pussy and left suck marks on each other’s tits. I knew all I wanted to know. I slowly backed up on the stairway, slipped on my shoes and left.
Of course Leeann and I had our confrontation. It was before she and Aisha left for the weekend. Evidently my wife was serious about becoming the black woman’s lez lover. When she got home Sunday night her hair was dyed platinum white, huge gold earrings dangled to her shoulder, she no longer wore her wedding ring; instead, she wore a gold band with entwined hearts, one in white gold and the other in onyx. Her pussy was completely bald and over her mound was written in Aisha’s neat hand, ‘Aisha’s Pussygirl’.
Blacks have an innate sexuality far more powerful and potent than anything I’ve yet to see in any other race. It isn’t always between men and women either. Look at my own wife going black. Same gender and same result.
Leeann, my wife, is 5’5”, about 126 with long blonde hair, green eyes and a very nice figure: 34C-24-35. We’ve been married five years and at 28, she still gets the appreciative glances from men. Leeann has worked as a medical transcriptionist in a rather large hospital here and enjoys the work. One of my wife’s co-workers is a black woman named Aisha. A year old than Leeann, she is an inch taller and her 34D’s are offset by a slender frame also punctuated by a round, tight ass and great legs. Aisha is not stunningly attractive (if you don’t count that great body) but she has a well-defined, nicely featured face and a mass of tight braids she will sometimes just loop in a loose rubber band behind her head or, let them hang, shoulder-length. She has a great smile and almond-shaped, hazel eyes. She is an attractive, mocha-skinned woman.
Leeann had always been attracted to Aisha as a friend; the black woman was about all she could talk about when she’d come home from work. It seems the two of them had similar hobbies and interests and within a few months of meeting the two were often going for drinks after work. The two did so much together and became so close, the other women in the office jokingly referred to them as ‘the office lesbians’. Leeann laughed about it over the dinner table when she related it to me. I thought nothing of it considering just how ‘catty’ women can be about each other. On several occasions we had Aisha for dinner and I admit I marveled at the woman’s body and her face was easy on the eyes also. She spoke in a soft, almost girlish voice and, since she was our guest I had always volunteered to clean-up afterward. This left my wife and Aisha time together and I caught numerous glances of them in the ****** room sitting quite close together on the couch. The first couple times I thought nothing of it but after that I began wondering if it was a habit and intentional. The two of them always seemed to be on the phone with each other. Usually the calls would start out quite normally but after awhile, within the first 15 minutes, I noticed Leeann taking the phone into the bedroom and closing the door. She explained it was just ‘private girl-talk’ that I didn’t need to really know about.
Our sex life had been what I call ‘acceptable’. Leeann gave me pussy 2-3x a week and she loved me eating her. She wasn’t really into giving me head but when I was eating her and wanted a ‘69’ she’d straddle my face and then lean to slowly stroke my cock. I enjoyed it and, in combination with eating her sweet, very juicy pussy, I always had a deep climax. I didn’t really notice how subtle the change became; Leeann was always expert at diverting my attention from things and, gradually, it seemed we were doing less and less fucking and I was eating her more as she jerked me off more frequently.
I was very surprised one night as I prepared to eat Leeann’s pussy and she turned to her nightstand and withdrew a perfectly formed, flesh-colored dildo. “Use this,” she said in a husky, urgent voice. “I bought it last week”. Excited at my wife’s boldness I took the dildo and began slowly working it between her soft pussy lips. She groaned, stiffened and then sighed deeply as the false cock slid up into her hole. It was a thick dildo and she took it quite easily; her pussy lips tight around the circumference and sliding along the sides as I moved it in and out. I was mesmerized watching Leeann’s hips moving and seeing her sweet ass humping gently with each inward thrust of the dildo. Juice ran down into the crack of her ass and Leeann was breathing rapidly, an arm thrown over her eyes as she focused on the sensations coming from between her legs. Finally, I moved closer and began sucking her swollen, erect clit and within a moment her body arced, her mouth went slack and she squealed thru a deep climax. Leaving the dildo deep in her pussy, Leeann urged me to lay beside her and she gave me a slow, sensual handjob.
This soon evolved into our ‘normal’ sex life. I’d feel Leeann’s tits and whisper I needed pussy and she’d turn toward me, her hand caressing my cock and say, “Why don’t you eat me and I’ll jerk you off?” And eating her meant using the dildo deep inside. I confess I loved watching her take it and see and hear how she reacted. And I always came good myself. The point is I hadn’t been in her pussy for a few months now and Leeann didn’t mind in the least. Of course, she and Aisha kept up a steady time of phone calls in addition to being together at work 8 hours a day; I’d listen to Leeann speaking softly on the phone and giggling, then her voice would become husky until she would notice me nearby. At that point she and the phone went into the bedroom with the door closed. My suspicions about the two of them was not only deepening, they were growing stronger by the day. The two would take trips together – overnight trips, ostensibly for shopping and the like. When I’d suggest maybe the office gossip was, indeed, true, Leeann would dismiss my remarks with a derisive laugh and tell me my imagination was perverse.
Leeann and Aisha had another ‘shopping trip’ planned for the weekend. There was little I could do about it. Besides, I was working on a spreadsheet presentation for my own work and, despite my suspicions about my wife and her ‘girlfriend’ I planned on finishing the work by Monday morning. However, when I got to my office Friday, I realized I’d left my work on the flashdrive inserted in my home computer. Pissed at myself, I debated just forgetting about the project that day and picking up on it the next morning when Leeann would be away. After several moments of debating with myself, I decided to just make the 30 minute drive home, get the damned thing and at least work on it with the time I had remaining in the office.
Aisha’s car was in the driveway.
My stomach instantly knotted. Leeann had kissed me goodbye that morning as I left for work after telling me she had a busy day at her own job. I saw that that had been a lie. I eased in the front door, listening carefully. Everything was quiet. I gingerly made my way to the bedroom; it was empty. Retracing my steps I came to the basement door. It was ajar and I could hear soft murmuring and quiet giggles coming from downstairs. I slipped off my loafers and quietly, step by step, descended the stairs. Our basement had been remodeled and the stairway went down and then did a 180 turn and then into the basement proper. Careful not to touch anything that might creak, I moved down to the small landing where the steps turned. I edged a look around the corner and froze.
Across the basement, a large couch cat between two armchairs facing the television. Aisha was completely nude and kneeling over the back of the sofa while my wife, Leeann, knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, her face buried between the spread, smooth brown cheeks of Aisha’s round, right ass. The black woman was gently rolling her hips and looking over her shoulder at Leeann who was working very hard lapping and tonguing the crack of Aisha’s ass. Leeann’s head moved up and down, her slender white hands held the plump brown globes of the other woman’s ass wide. I could hear the wet licking and sucking kisses from across the room. “That’s it, baby,” Aisha cooed. “Show me how much you love my black ass”. I heard Leeann moan, a muffled sound since her face was buried so deep between the cheeks. “Tongue my hole, baby,” the black woman instructed in a sultry, soft voice. “You know you love going deep”. Her words struck me. They’d been doing this before! How else would Aisha know my wife ‘loved going deep’ in her ass. I have to admit here, though, she had a gorgeous brown ass. Aisha slowly turned – with effort since Leeann didn’t want to take her mouth from the black woman’s ass. Aisha had gorgeous tits, too. Big and round and heavy with wide, very dark areola and brown nipples erect and hard. Those brown melons rested on her chest and Aisha scooped up each and held them for Leeann to suck and slurp. Aisha’s eyes were closed and head tilted back, lost in her erotic moments. My wife sucked and kissed those sensual brown tits until they shone with her saliva. Aisha laid back on the sofa, opening those strong, brown thighs and running her hands along the sides of her shaved cunt. “Now it’s feeding time,” she said softly, eyes narrowed while Leeann ducked her head. “Yes baby,” Aisha cooed, “eat my pussy so good. You love your woman’s brown sugar, don’t you”. Leeann raised a wet, sticky face long enough to respond.
“Yesss,” she answered and her face went back into the wet brown cunt. I could hear the wet slurping and sucking clearly and Aisha’s hands went behind my wife’s head, pressing her face deeper as she rolled her hips and ground her soaking hole into Leeann’s mouth. “Who owns you, baby?” Aisha asked softly.
“You do, baby,” Leeann lifted her wet face again to answer. “Who owns that sweet white pussy?” the black woman cooed more. Leeann’s answer was the same. “You’ll never do a white man again, will you”. It was a statement, not a question and my wife gave a deep sigh. “Never,” she promised. “I’m yours. Your white bitch. I’m yours alone, lover” and went back to eating black pussy. Leeann sucked and slurped and licked while Aisha held her head in place and fucked her face and mouth. With a deep groan and quivering legs, Aisha climaxed. She pulled my wife towards her and the two had a deep, sucking, tongue kiss.
Aisha pushed Leeann’s thighs apart and shoved three fingers deep up into my wife’s wet hole, finger fucking her very hard; hard enough that Leeann’s tits bounced and jiggled. “Is this cunt mine?” Aisha asked fiercely, one hand pumping in and out of my wife’s hole as the other pressed Leeann’s abdomen. “Are you all mine?” Leeann was gasping, her head craned back, hands pulling her nipples.
“God yes, I am yours,” she said thickly, nodding. “My cunt is all yours. You own it. I love you. Ohmygod you make me feel so good!” The black woman smiled and produced a thick black dildo, pushing it hard up into Leeann’s cunt and kept it pressed there. My wife gasped and her thighs went wider. “Fuck me,” she begged, trying to hump on the black dildo. “Please fuck me, baby. You know I love it!” Now I knew why I wasn’t getting any pussy to fuck.
Aisha began pumping the fake cock in and out of Leeann’s pussy vigorously and my wife loved it. Gritting her teeth her head tossed back and forth. “None of this sweet pussy for hubby?” she asked, her eyes narrowed and sparkling. Leeann could only shake her head, she was close to cumming. Aisha took the clit and twisted it hard. Leeann gave out a short cry and went into a spasm as massive waves of pleasure swept over her. The two of them finally began tongue kissing again as they fingered each other’s pussy and left suck marks on each other’s tits. I knew all I wanted to know. I slowly backed up on the stairway, slipped on my shoes and left.
Of course Leeann and I had our confrontation. It was before she and Aisha left for the weekend. Evidently my wife was serious about becoming the black woman’s lez lover. When she got home Sunday night her hair was dyed platinum white, huge gold earrings dangled to her shoulder, she no longer wore her wedding ring; instead, she wore a gold band with entwined hearts, one in white gold and the other in onyx. Her pussy was completely bald and over her mound was written in Aisha’s neat hand, ‘Aisha’s Pussygirl’.
Blacks have an innate sexuality far more powerful and potent than anything I’ve yet to see in any other race. It isn’t always between men and women either. Look at my own wife going black. Same gender and same result.
