This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories.
I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing my dress over my hips the glint of my diamond and wedding band caught my attention. I considered taking them off, but remembering Carla's comments about the popularity of married women, decided to leave them on. I was pleased by my sexy, inviting reflection. Having ample breasts, I seldom wore a bra, and the thin fabric of my dress seductively outlined my breasts. I had spent more time than normal getting ready. I was freshly showered and on an impulse I put on my wedding and engagement rings resulting from the wanton thoughts and desires that had taken over my being after another year of my cuckold husband serving another tour in Iraq. It wasn't that I was cheating on him, it was what he wanted.
I reflected back on the journey that had brought me to that moment. I was raised in a conservative suburban town. Growing up, I accepted without question my parents' belief that blacks were just as good as we were, but as far as relationships go, each group was meant to stay with their own kind. I would actually feel revulsion when I saw a white girl walking with a black man because I had been taught that what they were doing was unnatural.
By the time I was in college, I saw some of my white classmates dating black men, and rationalized that if the races were truly equal there should be no reason why they shouldn't be together if they desired, but I definitely felt it was inappropriate for me. All through college, all my boyfriends and lovers were white. I was curious; however, as to why I saw many more white women with black men than the other way around.
By the time I was twenty-five, I was married to a professional soldier older than myself. I had been attracted to him because he seemed so much more mature than the guys I dated in college, and he was already financially established. For the most part, I had a good life. We lived in an upscale neighborhood. I drove a Mustang convertible.
After ten years of marriage, he started saying he wanted to see me being fucked by other men, and suggested we join a swingers club, have an open marriage and meet other men for sex. David used to be extremely jealous and possessive and now this. He thought he would become a better lover if he had some competition. He is 6', 180 lbs. with a respectable 7" cock.
I'm of Middle Eastern descent, 5'10", 38-28-38, with brunette hair, almond shaped eyes and look very much like the porn star Ona Zee. After several months, we joined a swingers club. They had weekly parties for couples only, couples and singles, and bi, gay, and lesbian parties.
After a couple of months, I was enjoying the sex with different men, David and I were having sex more often than ever, and he was better in bed, always trying to prove he was better or just as good as my other lovers. Then David received orders for Iraq in six months.
He said he wanted me to continue swinging at the monthly singles parties, as I would have a variety of lovers and he wouldn't have to worry about me cheating on him.
The singles group had four black members, younger then myself. At the previous parties, we never had a chance to meet, because I was always in attendance of someone else. I use to look at them and wonder if what they said, about black men being more endowed than other men, and several of the ladies at the club said they most certainly were. As I was talking with Barbara our hostess, a 6' well built black man appeared at her side.
She introduced him as Derek, and said he was an amateur photographer, who would be available to all members to take pictures of them for placing pictures of themselves Swinger Magazines or upload them on the Internet at no cost to themselves.
Derek said he would really like to get me into his camera lens, as I had a great photogenic body.
David and I talked to Derek some more and agreed on the coming Wednesday evening at 6:00 PM at our place.
Derek arrived at our house at 7:00 pm Wednesday evening and David greeted him at the door. He had his Digital and video camera with him.
I came out of the bedroom wearing a matching black bra, garter belt and shaved pussy, I knew she I was hot and ready. I told Derek to take me into the bedroom for some solo poses to warm her up before David would come in for the action shots.
About fifteen minutes later, I called for David to come in. Derek was laying, spread eagle, bare-ass naked on the bed, as I was stroking his hard eight inch cock. I told him to take the camera and take some pictures of Derek and me.
He picked-up the camera and got familiar with the settings and said he was ready.
I moved to Derek's cock, looked at David, and with a smile or a smirk on my face, opened my mouth and took his black cock into my mouth. I asked Derek how long his cock was, as it was much bigger and thicker than David's was.
He said it was 8" long and that some of his friends had cocks as large as 12."
