Dear reader, this is the continued true story of a couple exploring interracial sex as told to me by Amy.
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When I got back home from my weekend of being gang banged by seven black guys, my husband Mark had to hear all about it. He likes to know all the details about what a total slut for black cock his little white wife is. It was an amazing sexual experience for me, and my narrative got him so hard. Unfortunately my pussy and ass were real sore and my jaw ached, so Mark had to be content with me jerking off his little white weeny.
Its hard to believe that only a few months ago I was just another white suburban housewife and mother. Then, with my husband's encouragement, I experimented with black sex, and now I'm totally addicted to it. Its so intoxicating; there's nothing I'd rather do than have my pussy, ass, and/or mouth filled with black cock.
Best of all I had become the property of a great black stud who liked to share me with his friends.
I was living in two different worlds. Most of the time I was a respectable church-going mother and member of the community, but every once-in-a-while, actually just about every chance I'd get, I'd dress real slutty and hang with my black master, James. I really loved James. The sex was amazing when I'd be with him. I could worship his black cock all day. I wondered how many other women lived a double life like I did.
If that wasn't enough, I also had developed a crush on Tashon. No man had ever dominated me the way he did at the bachelor party. He is tall, muscular, very black and rich. But most importantly, he knows who to treat a horny white bitch. There was a presence of command about him. I was so envious of his beautiful young white wife with her two black babies. I longed to hook up with him again.
James and I fell back into our routine. I'd spend an evening or two with him during the week and with luck a day over the weekend. We'd fuck almost all the time we were together. Sometimes he'd have friends over and I'd fuck them too.
Weeks passed, and I still couldn't get Tashon out of my mind. I so wanted to get fucked by him again. One day I worked up the courage to call his business. I was so nervous making that call. My hands were literally shaking. I just hoped he wouldn't sense my unease in my voice.
He was in and took my call right away!
"Hi Tashon, its me Amy from the bachelor party," I said, feeling foolish even as the words came out. He knew who I was since I had to give my name to his secretary, and he wasn't about to forget the white bitch who took on seven black horny studs.
He seamed very pleased, and not at all surprised, that I was calling.
After a few pleasantries, I just blurted out, "I'd like to see you again, if that works for you."
"Yea," he responded. "I like you, your a fun bitch. Give me a number, and I'll get back."
I felt great after I hung up! He'd call back. I knew he would. And I vowed that when I saw him, I'd treat him soooooo good that he'd keep coming back for more. I decided not to tell James.
Finally the big day came. Tashon told me to meet him at a real swanky restaurant for lunch. I was very nervous. I knew I had just that one chance to show him just how good I could be.
Part of me felt bad for wanting to get with another woman's man. But mostly I felt proud that Tashon was interested in me. I knew women must throw themselves at him all the time, but I was the one, who at 36 years old, was to have dinner with him. That in its self was such a turn on.
I dressed cute, but sexy, nothing too wild, a short, but not slutty black skirt with a low cut white top. No bra of course because my fairly small breasts are sexiest unconfined.
Tashon made no effort to pick an out-of-the-way restaurant. He apparently didn't care who saw him with a woman other than his wife. I was a little surprised to discover that I didn't care either. First of all, I wasn't about to blow my chance to be with Tashon by appearing to be reluctant to be seen with him. But actually, by that time I was so into black men and black culture that I no longer cared if someone who knew me saw me with them. I was getting tired of hiding who I really was. I was about ready for the world to know that I was a married white woman who preferred black men.
We made small talk over lunch. It was easy since we'd never really been alone together, if you don't count when it was his turn to fuck me at the bachelor party. We had to get to know each other.
I told him how hot I thought he was and how good I thought we would be together. I flirted with him, touching his arm or pressing my leg against his every chance I got.
After lunch we walked a short distance to a very nice hotel. I could feel people staring at us as Tashon got a room. Walking into a hotel right after lunch, they all knew that, in spite of my wedding rings, I wasn't married to the tall handsome black man I was with. I was feeling very, very naughty.
