Darlene and I married in our mid-forties and have been together for almost 15 years. Although she was somewhat inexperienced sexually from her first marriage, she has been an eager and willing student. Our first year was just sort of exploring each other's bodies and learning what we liked and didn't like. Darlene loved it when I squeezed and pinched her huge tits and twisted her hard nipples. I found that I could make her cum before even fucking her.
During our second year, we started watching porn in our bedroom, and then experimenting with each other. Through the years, I was able to convince her to try everything we saw on the videos. She quickly agreed to go braless and wear tight tee shirts and flaunt her massive 42DD breasts. It was unbelievable! Whenever we walked into a bar, everyone would just stop and stare at her beautiful tits. She wore most everything that I picked out for her, and I made it a point to have her voluptuous body on display wherever we went.
The night we watched the first video with a woman sucking a man's balls and rimming his ass, I had Darlene between my legs doing the same to me. As I lay on my back, she sucked my balls into her mouth one after the other and then managed to squeeze both in at the same time. She slid her arms under my legs and slowly lifted. Her tongue moved from my balls to my ass. She fluttered her tongue around my ass hole, which drove me wild. It was as if she had done it her whole life instead of just seeing it for the first time a few minutes before. After licking around the hole for a few minutes, she drove her tongue deep and I shot my cum all over her.
Next, we watched videos on BDSM, and in Darlene, I found a willing student. We bought toys, clamps, cuffs, rubber cocks and anything else that popped up in the videos. And we spent many nights with Darlene constrained with me working over her body.
And so it went for the next few years. If we watched it, we tried it. After being married for 10 or 11 years, we watched a video of a black man fucking a white woman. Darlene didn't say anything, but I was really turned on at the thought of sharing my wife with a black man. I eventually got another interracial video. And then another. And another. Darlene began to enjoy them almost as much as me, so I thought I would broach the subject with her.
After watching a hot interracial video on night, I said, "Hey babe. Do you think you could ever have sex with a black man?"
She immediately responded, "No! I don't think I could do that, Honey. Besides, wouldn't you be jealous?"
"Well, let me think about it," I said.
I didn't want to appear too anxious, but I definitely wanted Darlene to fuck a black man. So, I kept showing more and more interracial videos. Since we were now in our mid-fifties, I showed a lot of videos with older white women and younger black men. All of the black men were handsome, well-built and had big cocks. I still couldn't convince her to consider fucking anyone else, but I would bring it up each time we watched a video. I would tell her that I would like to see her getting banged by a big handsome black man. She no longer replied with a fast and furious "NO!" I could see her thinking about it, but her answer always came back the same, "I just don't think so, Honey."
We had been married for just over 14 years when we decided to go to New Orleans for a week. Since it would be warm, I 'advised' her on what clothes she should bring. Naturally, everything would exhibit her big tits and long legs. I said, "Maybe this is when we'll find a handsome black stud for you, Babe." She just shook her head.
We spent the fist day in Jackson Square. Darlene wore a pair of mid-thigh shorts and a sleeveless button up blouse without bra. She got stares wherever we went. We had our caricature painted and ate beignets from Café du Monde. We roe the streetcar and ended the evening at Preservation Hall listening to some great jazz. Believe it or not, we were so exhausted that we quickly fell asleep.
The second day, she wore a denim mini skirt and tight tank top. We took it easier and spent the day wandering around Bourbon Street and in-and-out of the local bars. Unfortunately, we spent too long at Pat O'Briens drinking their Hurricanes, and both had a pretty good buzz on by about 8:00.
We leaned on each other and wandered back down Bourbon Street, stopping every once-in-a-while for another drink. As we paused and watched one of the street musicians, I fondled my wife's big ass as she leaned against me. "Mmm," she moaned. "That feels nice, Honey."
As we passed a narrow walkway, I looked and saw a bar about halfway back. "Let's have a nightcap in that place and then call it a night," I said. "It sounds like they have a small band playing." She nodded and we stumbled back the alley.
When we walked in, the men all checked out Darlene. Her tits bounced and swayed as we stumbled over to the bar, and the men couldn't stop staring. The crowd appeared to be more black than white, but the music was good and the drinks were strong.
