Blondie Goes Black in New Orleans
Hotwife's hubby finds her a black
gangsta
stud
My wife, Blondie, was thirty before she had sex with her first black man, as recounted here in an earlier story. We had been swinging since she was twenty-five, but it had taken a long time and a lot of quiet persuasion to overcome her Deep South upbringing to the point where she would finally agree to do it. Although she had been very hot and eagerly engaged that first evening the next day she had second thoughts indicating that she regretted the experience and did not want to try any more black lovers.
I had watched that first occurrence and knew perfectly well that it had really turned her on, so I was a bit mystified at her rejection of any more interracial sex. That
is
, until a few weeks later when she stunned me by asking me to find her another black lover. She confessed that she had, in fact, found it extremely exciting and pleasurable to have sex with a
"colored boy"
and became quite aroused every time she thought about what she'd done that night. She assured me that she most definitely wanted to try it again but with a different fellow.
We did that, inviting a big, heavily-muscled, ebony stud to a hotel room in Miami, where much to my surprise, my gorgeous mate was totally uninhibited and unbelievably sensuous. Our initial meeting took place right there in our room where Blondie met him at the door wearing just her lingerie, then determinedly seduced him with some very sexy dancing and some torrid foreplay. Best of all, during their repeated bouts of intercourse, she was thoroughly responsive with that big, imposing fellow, fucking him bareback and welcoming his multiple and quite substantial emissions most enthusiastically.
We followed that Miami experience with another young black man who came to our home in Mobile where a very aroused Blondie, almost on fire with jungle fever, damned near raped him. A few months later, we had a hotel meeting with this fellow again in
his
hometown and once again, my wife's enthusiasm for interracial intercourse was on full display and going full speed. It was apparent that my lovely Louisiana belle was hooked on the most forbidden fruit of our Southern sexual culture.
Our best and longest-duration interracial experience came from an adult personals ad we ran which specified a hot, sexy,
early-30's
, married blonde seeking attractive, well hung, younger black men for casual hotel/motel sex while her voyeur husband watched. Among the responses we received, was a note and a color pic from a young black guy in not-too-far-away New Orleans, a place we were already intending to visit soon with friends.
My little Cajun cutie took one look at the picture of this tall, lean, tattooed, very
gangsta
looking, mid-20's stud with a large, left-curving, erect penis pointing straight into the camera, and nearly drooled,
"Oh my
goodness
, babe, will you just look at
that!
That young man's got a
really
big cock
doesn't
he, cher?" and as soon as I agreed, she said,
"Well a
nswer
him, Rick. Tell that big-dicked boy we're gonna be in town in a couple of weeks an' your little baby girl would
definitely
like to have herself a little party with him,
okay?
"
I agreed again, and said, "I'll send him a really hot picture of you and have that dude panting for some of mama's sweet pussy
long
before we get there."
I sent him a sexy glamour pic of my little voluptuous vixen in garterbelt and nylons, what we referred to as her
sexies
, along with a note further enticing him with the information that she'd not had any kids yet, so that this white lady's pussy was
unusually
tight for a married woman her age and would be a nice snug fit for a big, thick cock like his.
And to make it even more enticing, I also let the lucky young man know this beautiful Southern slut would fuck him without a condom and had no problem with him leaving it in when he came. I tantalized him further by telling him that, based on my past observations, rather than have him pull out, she'd be doing her best to get him as far up in her as possible when he got off. I made clear she would make it a
really
good experience for the both of them, and a good show for me.
A couple of weekends later we checked into a boutique hotel on St. Charles in the New Orleans Garden District where we were being comped to a room for the weekend by one of my business clients. Our friends were staying in a chain hotel on Canal and we had agreed to meet for dinner, leaving our afternoon free and private.
I had previously spoken with Victor, the young fellow meeting us, giving him our approximate time of arrival. Once we were in the room, I called him, gave him our room number and told him to come over in about an hour. Blondie, who was already in the shower by the time I got off the phone, called out mischievously,
"Did you get
mon gros voyou noir
(my big black thug), cher?"
When I responded in the affirmative, she growled back at me, "
Goody!
I'm so horny I'm gonna fuck that boy's
eyeballs
out!