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.
It was 5:30 in the morning, and we both dozed off to sleep, with James hand on my full breast, and mine on his now flaccid cock. I woke about noon, and made coffee, cooked James some breakfast, which I would heat in the microwave when he got up, and thought about my needs and wants as far as David and James were concerned.
David would come home one day, and James would receive orders and transfer somewhere else. Things will change, but will it be for the better or for worse.
James got up about 4:00pm, and I served him the warm over breakfast from the microwave. He said wanted to take me out tonight, to meet some of his friends and show me some of his favorite clubs. Then he noticed my computer. He told me to sign on, then he took the seat in front of the computer, and I pull up another and watched.
He told me he was going to sign on to some interracial sites, add them to my favorites list and put his username and password on the side, so that I could log on whenever I wanted. He said, that I would see how popular interracial sex was, and how many wives and their husbands participated in black sexing. He sign-in to Dark Cavern, which had every thing you wanted to see and know about wives gone black, and a few other sites which contained stories and chat sites, and then he returned to Dark Cavern, and told me to browse over the menu and read some of the articles while he watched a game on TV.
Each item on the menu was so very erotic, white wives proclaiming their preference for black cock, and their husbands being willing or un-willing participants in their own cuckolding. Was I going to be like them? Has James already planted the seed, showing me how much better lovers black men can be over white men? He had me begging him last night to make me his slut, his whore and his bitch, while his black cock brought on more and stronger orgasms than I had ever experienced before; and would this be what David wanted, to be cuckolded, while his wife would become black owned by James and used by all his friends. Would he approve to have a marriage in name only, while I only sought out black men, to give me sexual pleasure?
James came up behind me, and massaged my shoulders, and pulled opened the top of my robe, revealing my breasts and hardened nipples.
He said, "It's very arousing isn't?" "You never imagined there were so many women out there giving themselves to black men, or husbands giving their wives to black men, to be pleasured by their big, black cocks, did you?"
"No, I never imagined." I said.
James said, "I'll give you a week to decide if you want to be my woman, and a slut to my black brothers, or continue to have mediocre sex with white men only." "Until then browse the web sites on the computer this week, and learn why those women prefer their current lifestyle."
"Now, get dressed. Dress in the sexiest and most daring clothes you have. Clothes make the slut, so we say, or is it the less clothes you wear? I forget."
I took another shower, and then scanned my clothes, for something that I assumed he wanted me to wear. Something that showed plenty of cleavage, and short enough to show plenty of leg or ass. Ass was out, but I did have a dress capable of producing the other desired effects. A blue dress, cut about 2" above the knee, with a slit cut up to mid-thigh, and cut low, exposing more than half of my breasts. I choose a black garter, stockings and thong. When I was ready, I joined James in the living room, and asked for his approval.
He said, "Very nice." Then walked behind me, placed his hands on my hips, inched my dress up with his fingers, little by little until the hem was 2" below my cunt, and said, "that's about right." Then he raise my dress over my ass, and ripped-off my thong. He then said, "I like the color."
I then said, "I know you'll make my pussy wet sometime tonight, and my juices will stain my dress."
"Oh, you know what will happen already? Then I'll have to change my plans then." He laughed.
I took him on base to his barracks so he could freshen up and change clothes, while I waited for him in the parking lot. When he returned, he was wearing a dark sports coat and tie, and his cologne was of a manly scent that made me want hold him in my arms and think of very naughty erotic thoughts. He looked like a man's man.
He gave me directions to the first club that we would be going to. When we arrived, employees, friends and women alike greeted James inside like a favorite. It was a black club, and almost half of the women were white, escorted by their black boyfriend, or waiting to be picked-up.
The men gave me appreciatory glances, while the women looked on me as a threat or a curiosity. James would introduce me saying, "This is Barbara, her husband is overseas in Iraq, and I'm showing her around, letting her meet some of my friends and where to go for a good time." He would say, as his hand would caress my bare or covered ass.
It was early yet, and he led me to a booth, which would accommodate 6 or 8 people. He said, "If I introduce you to somebody as Barbara, or I tell you to go dance with somebody, they are a friend, and you could take them home if I was not available. Anybody else, be polite and forget them.
James would finger my pussy, making my pussy wet, and I would tell him to stop trying to get me horny, that I already want him to fuck me tonight. He said, "I know that, I want you to wet your dress, and show the others how hot you are for me." We both laughed.
A few minutes later, a black man of about 40 and a blond woman about 30.
She wearing a halter top with the word "Bitch" embossed on it came over and said hello to James. He said hello, and told them to sit down, and engaged him in conversation. He asked what my name was.
James said, "Barb, this is Jerome, Jerome, this is Barb."
About ten minutes later, James asked me to dance. While we danced, I asked him why he asked Jerome to sit down, but I was cued to forget him.
