A lot of this is true and then I let my imagination run...
My future wife (Susan) and I had been dating for about a year when she sat next to me on the couch and said we needed to talk. This was before we had ever talked about marriage but after a year of dating it seemed that where we were heading. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind spurred on by the serious look on her face.
I closed my book and said, "OK, what's up?"
Susan said, "I need to tell you something."
She had been spending more and more time at my house and came with a stuffed overnight bag the day before, so I was ruling out that she was dumping me. Maybe there was someone else in the picture.
"I need to tell you I fucked a black man."
Shocked, I asked her, "When?"
"A couple of years ago, it was shortly after my mother died."
"OK," I said. "Not sure why you are telling me this now."
"Where I come from, a lot of men would end our relationship over that news."
"So, you said a black man, so I'm assuming it was only one?"
"Yes, just the one and it was only one time. It was a couple of months after my mother died, I was drinking a lot, and getting high a lot. I wanted some weed, so I called this black guy I knew, and he brought it to my house. Most of the details are kind of fuzzy but I can't say he took advantage of me. I knew I was going to fuck him before he came over. The next morning my friend Jane came over and saw his car outside. She barged in and threw him out along with a lot of racial slurs. I never talked to him again."
"Why are you telling me this now."
"He came into the bar we were in last night."
"The black guy who came in and you immediately wanted to leave, even though you had a full beer in front of you?"
"Yes," she said.
I saw the guy enter. He wasn't the only black guy in the neighborhood bar, I hardly noticed him, and I have no idea what he looked like. What I did notice was a sudden tenseness in Susan and then her sudden desire to leave. I was wondering what was up with that because she never left alcohol on the bar or anywhere. I knew she had a rough time after her mother had died. Her father had passed only a few months before that, so she lost both her parents to cancer in the same year. Susan also wrapped her car around a tree while driving intoxicated and was lucky she did not get a ticket. She almost lost her job because she wasn't sober enough to wake up and get to work some mornings. Somehow, she managed to turn things around.
I don't recall the topic ever coming up again until she moved in. That was about six months before we got married. A package of pictures fell out of a box and spilled out on the floor. The top picture showed Susan in a very short skirt, sheer top in the arms of a very dark-skinned man. He may have looked darker against her pale skin and bleached blond hair.
"Is that the black guy you fucked," I asked?
"No, that's Hector, he's Hispanic, not black."
Over the first year we were dating, I tried to learn about Susan's previous sex life. She was not very forthcoming. We swapped information such as numbers, she had intercourse with five men before me, she never had a threesome, never did anal nor one-night stands. So, she said.
But there is a certain smile Susan wears when she is remembering something sexy. Like when I bring up that night she drove to my house in just a coat and stockings. Or the night we fucked in the bathroom at a house party. I called it her sex smile and she was wearing that smile while looking at the picture of Hector.
"Ok" I said. "Who is Hector?"
"Hector was my first," she said with the same smile, while gathering up the pictures.
I took them from her and started going through them. Susan was in her school uniform in most of the pictures and about half were in a car shop. The first few were before Susan bleached her hair blond. She had bleach-blond hair for about a year. The amount of leg hanging out of her skirt had my dick hard. Her nipples were visible in some of the pictures, she obviously was not wearing a bra. She was similarly dressed in some group shots with Hector's crew. In one picture, Hector was holding up the back of her dress and you could just see a glimpse of her white panty covered pussy. None of the men were looking at the camera.
Susan snatched the pictures back when she saw that one.
"He looks like he's 20 years older than you."
"Hector was only ten years older than me; I was 18 at the time. His years were just harder I think."
"How did you end up in bed with a guy 10 years older than you."
"I was a senior in high school at the time and my bus dropped me off in front of his auto body shop. Hector and his guys would whistle and say things to me if I got off the bus by myself. There was a thing the girls and I would do with our uniform skirts. While we were in school, we would wear them down as low as possible on her hips so the nuns wouldn't have a fit and come at us with their tape measurers. But after school, we would roll up the top of the skirt and pull them up over our hips. If you did it right, you could shorten the skirt enough to give the nuns a heart attack. We would get a lot of attention from the boys, and I also got a lot of attention walking past the autobody shop like that."
"So how did you end up in Hector's bed?"
"What makes you think I was in Hector's bed. Besides pervert, I told you before that I am not going to discuss my past sex life with you. You know my number, which is less than your number, and you're not getting any details."
That was sober Susan talking and I knew drunk Susan, especially when we were in bed getting ready for sex, would provide more of the details. Drunk Susan is also something of an exhibitionist.
A month later we were out to dinner in this dive bar we liked. We were getting ready to leave and Susan excused herself to hit the lady's room. As she sat back down, she dropped her panties and bra on my lap. Her top did nothing to hide her rock-hard nipples and the waiter could not take his eyes off them. Neither could most of the men in the bar as we headed out. Susan did not do things like that very often, so I knew it was going to be a fun night.
As she sat down in the car, she spread her legs through her jeans.
"Take them off," I said.
As she slid her jeans down, Susan said, "Look, I shaved my pussy again for you. And what is it about men that they love being able to see a woman's nipples through her blouse. They just stared and stared. I imagine their dicks getting hard. Feel how wet my pussy is."
Susan was leaning back in her seta, her legs spread and her fingers spreading her pussy lips. I ran my fingers along her soaking wet pussy After getting my fingers drenched in her juices. I held them to her mouth, and she sucked them clean.
"I think your pussy was wet when you first started thinking about showing the restaurant your nipples. I should have pulled up the back of your skirt and let them see you weren't wearing panties."
"Too late now, you missed your chance. But I could have had a thong on so..."
"Did you have a thong on when Hector was flashing your ass to his coworkers in that picture?"
"That was a long time ago, I would be surprised if I even had panties on. Hector did not like it when I wore underwear, especially bras. My nipples were always visible through the thin white blouse of my uniform."
"You looked like you were enjoying flashing his coworkers."
"Hmm, I learned to like it. Hector always liked it when I showed a lot of skin. He would tell me how hard I was making his co-workers and how they would fuck their wives that night thinking of me. He quickly realized how wet that made me. I was young, horny, and reckless and sometimes high."
"What else did Hector like?"
Unfortunately, we were pulling into my driveway at the time.
Susan said, "Come inside and fuck me."
She did not wait for an answer, got out of the car, and walked to the door in just her top. We never made it to the bedroom before Susan attacked and fucked me on the living room floor.
The weather was horrible the next morning with heavy rain forecasted for the next 48 hours. We made one trip to the store to pick up lots of alcohol and plenty of junk food. We were soaking wet when we got back, took turns in the shower while I started a nice fire in the fireplace. Susan came out of the shower in her bathrobe but took it off because of the heat, leaving her in one of my T-shirts and panties. I wasn't complaining.
We were smoking a pre-roll while flicking channels and I asked Susan why she got involved with Hector.
"You are not going to let that go, are you?"
"It's definitely made me curious."
"I was a senior in high school and tired of all the mean-girl high school bull shit. Two of my friends had gotten pregnant and were home taking care of their babies. My best friend was sleeping with a man old enough to be her father. My other friends were getting into serious drugs. I liked smoking pot and occasionally some valium or something like that. Coke was okay. But my friends were getting into some real serious shit. They would get seriously fucked up and then fucked by whatever guy or guys they were with."
"My friend Kate was the worse, she was always chasing black guys because they had drugs. I was supposed to meet her at a party one night and found her in a backroom in just her shirt. The only reason she was standing was because some black guy was holding her up. There were no lights on in the room, but I could see several other guys in there, Kate said they were smoking crack and invited me to join them and so did the guy holding her up. I refused and left."
"Hector was a nice escape from all that shit. Except Kate was my cover story to my parents and I was hers when she spent the night at Jermain's. Which meant I had to pick her up and drop her off at Jermain's house. And it turned out that Jermain and Hector were friends, so I was usually picking up or dropping off some drugs with Kate."
"I am sure Hector was more than just a nice escape."
"Like I said last night, I was young, horny, and reckless but not as reckless as Kate and that crew."
"And I believe I asked you what else Hector liked."
"And I told you pervert, I'm not going to discuss my past sex life with you. "
I slid between Susan's legs, slid her panties down and started kissing her thighs.
"It's going to rain for the next 48 hours, and we can make that a little more interesting, so what else did Hector like?"
"Hmmm, you mean besides sucking him off or fucking me? In the beginning, he would take me behind the shop where there were a bunch of old cars. We would smoke a joint and make out. He liked to unbutton my blouse and play with my tits."
"And did you like his dark hands on you very white tits?" I looked up to see Susan's eyes closed and her sex smile as she reminisced.
I licked her slit and asked, "Were his coworkers watching."
"Well, there was a window in the back but it was all blacked out so I didn't think anyone could see us. Later, after it got too cold to play outside, I learned that you could see out but not in. I'm not sure if anyone was watching but they could have. Hector would tease me sometimes; he would turn me to face the window and tell me that one of his guys was watching. My tits would be out, and my skirt pulled up, I could feel his dick against my ass. He would be playing with my tits with one hand and finger fucking me with the other while telling me about his guy jerking off. I would come in minutes."
