As our marriage and sex life progressed, Melanie and I were learning so much more about each other. We had been watching interracial videos with big black men fucking a variety of mostly busty white women. Melanie told me about having sex with a black guy while in college. What was more, her roommate had come in just after the black guy came in her pussy. The roommate sucked the cum from Melanie and they had girl on girl sex. She said it was just that one time, even though the roommate wanted more. They remained good friends and the roommate respected my wife's explanation about it being just a one-time thing. Melanie, however, did confess to me that she really enjoyed it.
I was also finding out much about myself. We had watched loads of porn videos and had gotten to the point where we only watched black men fucking white women. I was also on several NSFW blogs that showed anything a person was interested in. While tagging my interests, I found that some tags overlapped. This would occasionally bring up big cock tags along with others like shemales, crossdressing, big breasts and such. I had even admitted to Melanie that I got off on seeing pictures of big black cocks. I had no interest in the photos of black men other than to marvel at their magnificent cocks.
Melanie didn't see any harm in my developing fetish. She loved looking at big black cocks also. We had progressed to the point in our relationship where we were completely honest with each other. She was openly talking about wishing she could be the women in the videos cumming on the huge cocks. With both of us getting excited about seeing these huge black cocks in the videos and my reading about cuckolding, it was only a matter of time until we discussed making our fantasies real.
After a particularly spectacular sexual encounter while watching interracial sex, we discussed where our fantasies were leading us.
I asked her, "Honey, since you have already experienced sex with a black guy, do you want to act out our role playing for real."
"Honestly, Babe, I never would have planned on cheating on you with any guy. Now, we are so hot thinking about it that it seems inevitable. I don't know how to go about it in an overt way. Occasionally I am near black men while I am on the job or travelling but I have not considered having sex with anyone. To me, that would be cheating. Now that we have discussed it and you are so hot for the topic, I would love to do it with your permission. Is that something you could let happen?"
"It really isn't even a question. We are both into this. I often fantasize about watching you on your all-fours with a black man taking you doggy style. He is holding you around your waist with his big black hands while your full ass is pounding back into his cock. He is stretching your pussy so wide and you are cumming in torrents. Your big breasts are hanging and swaying while he strokes himself deeper into you than I have ever been. So, yes, I would love to see that happen. Do you think it would be possible for me to actually see this happen?"
"Gosh, Baby. I don't know. It would take a special kind of relationship for a guy to want to have the husband watch while he fucked the wife. I suppose there are people who indulge in this type of sex but I don't know how to go about it and be discreet. I just makes me hot all over thinking about how you want me to take a black man."
As I described in the previous chapter, Melanie is an all-natural DD cup with amazing areolas. She thinks her ass is too wide but she is tall enough with longer legs to blend everything together. Being short waisted, her boobs take up almost all of her upper torso. I have read that black men love big asses. All it would take would be for Melanie to wear a tight pair of jeans or tight shorts to attract any man of any color. When she wears jeans with high heels, I am constantly aroused. She doesn't like short skirts. She says that it gives the illusion that her ass is bigger than it really is. I think she looks good in anything.
The conversation about how to find a black guy for her went on but I couldn't see a problem. All she had to do was show up and every guy in a place would want to fuck her. I told her that.
"So, you think that all I have to do is go in a club and come back out with a big black guy?"
"Probably not like that." I agreed. "There are clubs that cater more to black guys. I don't want us going to a dive to pick up a thug. Let me do some research and hopefully we can try the club scene. If not, I will look at some internet sites that seem to be legit. If we do that, we will need to be very careful and vette the guy carefully. I might need to meet him first to make sure he seems suitable."
"What about a guy that I might already know?"
"You know a guy? Has he already hit on you?"
"Oh, no. I run across people all the time. Some I see frequently. But I come in contact with all kinds of people including black men. There are some guys who I think are very sexy but, in the workplace, you need to be careful how you approach people. A few guys have seemed to be feeling me out. I have done nothing to encourage any of them. I could easily relax my restriction if I ran across a guy distant enough from any daily familiarity to be a candidate."
"Have you already thought of this?"
"Not in those terms. However, since we have been watching interracial videos, I do wonder about some black guys' cocks when I see them. I haven't done anything overt. It's just that when I get turned on from the videos, it doesn't end after we have sex. I might think about it for days and be reminded if I happen to see a nice-looking black man. Just like you look at women's boobs or asses."
"I thought that only guys were visual."
"That's a myth. Women aren't vocal about it because to talk about it would label us as 'sluts'.
After this conversation, Melanie and I went on with the possibilities. I perused some online sites. There were many men looking for white women. You could just about cull half of them because of their ads. Either too vulgar, too aggressive, or too uneducated. Melanie and I talked about our progress. I was almost ready to answer some ads when she mentioned that she had had conversations with a couple of black men that progressed beyond normal business topics. She was in the very preliminary investigation of these possible candidates. I liked the sound of this and we decided to suspend the online activities to see how these talks progressed.
A couple of weeks later, Melanie told me that she had contact with a big black guy named Gerald. They had a drink after work. He had asked Melanie out for drinks before but she didn't have time. This time it worked perfectly. She was in Atlanta on a project which was going on for about six weeks. Melanie spent days and even one week on the jobsite. Since it was out of town, she felt that it might be the perfect opportunity. Gerald was a cool guy and she wouldn't have to worry about him stalking her after whatever might happen. It was almost sure to happen after the semi-date. It started innocently. A lady at the site who worked for the end customer who had been invited previously, suggested Gerald ask Melanie to accompany them. Peg had to leave earlier to get home to her husband and children. That left Gerald and Melanie. Gerald waited for signs that Melanie would feel more comfortable leaving when Peg left.
Melanie was only going back to her hotel afterwards, so it didn't matter. She was in no rush. After they had a few more drinks, Gerald asked Melanie to share a little of her history. She offered some details and Gerald reciprocated. Gerald didn't know Melanie was married. She had not worn her wedding rings out in the field mainly for safety reasons. However, Melanie also said that it seemed to work in her favor because for some reason, she believed that men are more apt to feel comfortable around professional women who appear to be all business. I would have thought that it would be the opposite. She also shared that she was hit on more when she wore her rings. That also surprised me. Either way, Melanie knew that sex and the workplace didn't mix well.
Gerald was a vendor to the end customer and not associated with the project Melanie was on. This gave them another degree of separation. Gerald asked Melanie about her status. Melanie just told everyone that she had a boyfriend. Since she didn't wear her rings, it was an easy stretch. Gerald asked about any future wedding plans. She told him that neither one of us was ready for a commitment. He pursued the topic a little further and began complimenting her on her self-assuredness. After a few more drinks, he told her how pretty and sexy she was.
She replied, "You must be joking. All I wear to work are jeans and a shirt. Safety shoes are really sexy, huh?"
"You must be kidding. Those tight jeans and that full sexy bottom drive men wild. Also, that denim work shirt doesn't do much to hide your beautiful top, either."
