Amy's Awakening
Dear reader, this is a true story. I just can not make up a story this good. I simply serve as the scribe relating what is happening with the couple I identify as "Amy" and "Mark".
I don't know how it happened, it just slipped out. I didn't intend to say it, but then it was out there, and I couldn't pull it back.
To spice up our sex lives after ten years of marriage, my husband and I sometimes shared fantasies during sex. A favorite of ours was for Mark to be watching as another man fucked me. I don't recall when it started, but after a while, when Mark would talk about another man, I would imagine that the other man was a black man, a tall, muscular, black-as-night Negro, plunging his huge black cock into my pale white body.
I was reluctant to share my private fantasy with Mark for fear he would be repulsed by the idea.
Then one night, about two years ago, we were making love, playing with our fantasy, taking turns describing to each other what was happening. I was talking about how good it felt and how big he was when I slipped and said, "I love a big black cock in my pussy!"
Mark's reaction was immediate. He became even hornier and very hard. He began thrusting into me with a vigor that caught me completely by surprise, and his reaction got me extra hot as well! As a result, our favorite fantasy from that time on became Mark watching me being taken by a black man.
What I didn't know then, and only learned later, was that Mark had never considered the idea of me being with a black man until I let it slip that one time, but after that he gradually became obsessed with the idea. He found himself thinking about it constantly. He grew to feel that there was nothing hotter than a white woman being a slut for black cock. He desperately wanted me to actually surrender myself to a black man; however, he feared telling me, feeling that I would never actually do it and that I would "freak out" to use his term.
What Mark didn't know was how much I had been dwelling on that very fantasy. I began finding black men attractive in my early 20's at college. I grew up in an area that didn't have many black men, so I was not really exposed to them very much before then. I was curious about a number of things. One was the whole taboo of being with a black man. In our society, I felt that is still looked upon as wrong, and I thought the idea of breaking that taboo would be fun! It's funny, because if someone sees a white man with a black woman not many people take notice, but if it is the other way around, then it's a big deal!
But it was more than that, I found black men very attractive and sexy, I love their dark skin, it is a sexy contrast to a lady's white skin. They seem much more muscular, and I love a black man with a shaved head. Black men seem to have a presence about them that is very alluring, like an animal magnetism. They seem powerful and very masculine like they can really take care of a woman! There was also the whole idea of how black men are hung well and can really please a girl. I wasn't sure how much of that to believe, but I heard it so much that I had to wonder. I had a girlfriend in college who dated a black guy and she said he was amazing, and that certainly made me think about it.
I also realized that being an exhibitionist, and Mark watching was a huge turn on for me. And it wasn't just about the sex, but being an exhibitionist in general. The idea of dressing sexy and being with a black man in public got me hot, especially when I thought about Mark seeing it.
But my desires went further. The idea of me submitting, yielding myself to a large, powerful black man had a primal hold upon me. It felt instinctive. I imagined how safe I would feel with a masculine, muscular black man. The thought of giving myself to a black man and being submissive to him was so erotic! Sometimes I would see a white woman with a black man and I could just tell that she is totally submissive to him. Nice! I was turned on by the idea of submitting myself completely, sexually. The thought of being a white slut, owned by a dominant black man excited me.
The irony of it all was that I too was reluctant to share my desires with Mark. I didn't want Mark to be disappointed with me. I wasn't sure that he would really be OK with me being with another man, let alone being sexually dominated by a powerful Negro. It's one thing for him to have a fantasy, but it's another for his wife to really do it.
We lived a normal life. I'm a stay-at-home mom with two kids. I dressed conservatively the way wives and mothers are expected to dress. We didn't go out much other than church on Sundays. Leisure activities consisted of things like hiking or mountain bike riding. All my life, I always was the person who did what was expected of her. I always played it safe. Nobody, not even my husband, suspected I had repressed "jungle fever".
Eventually Mark's obsession got the better of him. From never having given interracial sex a thought, he went to thinking of little else. The idea of me being with a black stud was driving him wild. He visited erotic story sites and devoured stories describing married women becoming sluts for black cock. He even started corresponding with some of the writers explaining how he wished his wife would go black, and lamenting that he didn't think she was interested in anything beyond the safety of a fantasy. Little did he know!!
Eventually Mark finally worked up the courage to broach the possibility of us making our fantasy real. He got an interracial video for us to watch, which made us both pretty horny. Then during the sex that followed he asked, "Did you like the guys in the movie?"
"Mmmm, yes," I replied enthusiastically. "I love their big, black cocks."
Then I developed a whole scenario in how he would watch me be a slut for a big black stud, sucking his cock, worshipping him and getting fucked so hard by him. And Mark joined in, telling me how much he loved to watch me do it.
Then he dropped the bomb shell by saying, "Have you ever thought of having black sex for real?"
I was caught off guard. I thought it had always been just a fantasy for him. I must admit though, I was pretty excited when Mark brought it up. I don't think I would have if he hadn't. While I didn't want to seem overeager, it got me real hot!
I had reservations, and only told him I would think about it. I was so used to doing the right things, and while I wanted to break out of that role for once, to try new things and experience something different, I knew it was wrong for a wife and mother to want interracial sex outside of the marriage.
But then I also felt that maybe it was time I took some chances!
Then I thought about Mark. I love Mark so much, and I was afraid that he would be jealous if we went through with our fantasy.
Part of me was afraid of what I would do if I actually met that true Alpha black male, because I definitely have a submissive side to me. I think it is hardwired into us women to be submissive to an Alpha male, particularly the black ones. I was not sure how Mark would react. He said the idea of me being a slut for a black man turned him on, but I was afraid he might not feel the same way after seeing me begging for a big black cock to cum inside me.
