One night a few years ago, my wife Debi and I were in bed chatting and the subject of past relationships came up. We've talked about our sexual histories to some extent before, but I never really got any details from her. So I was pretty shocked during this particular conversation when she told me for the first time that she had gone out with a black guy (we're white) when she was at college some 20 years prior.
It shocked me so much because she was from a very conservative family who weren't exactly what you'd consider open-minded about social issues such as mixed-race couples. Her dad was a retired big-city cop, and had always been happy to boil all of society's ills down to the responsibility of the "colored" population in the city.
Debi said that absolutely nobody knew about her dating the guy; not her roommates, and definitely not her family. She said they spent some time going out, off campus so her friends wouldn't see them, but mostly at his dorm. She said she wasn't really ashamed of dating him, just that people she hung out with wouldn't have been very understanding of it.
I wanted some juicy details as it had long been a fantasy of mine to watch her with a black guy. I'd also had that fantasy with most of my previous significant others, but because of her family's attitudes about race, it seemed especially exciting and forbidden. I never would have guessed before this that she had fucked around with a black guy! I found myself getting excited.
I asked her if they fucked. "No," she said, "we never went that far. But I did get to play around with his cock a few times." I immediately felt my own cock stir with her admission. "Oh, my god, was it big!" she continued. "I could easily hold it in both hands when he got hard." My cock had now fully sprung to life and I moved my hand under the covers to stroke it. I wanted to hear more.
"Tell me about how it happened," I asked Debi.
"We took an elective racquetball class together my sophomore year, I must have been 19. We talked in class and were paired up to play a couple of times, and after a while he started hitting on me. I was flattered, of course, but didn't think anything of it. Then, at the end of the quarter when the class was ending, he asked for my phone number and if I wanted to go out sometime. I kind of shocked myself when I said yes, just because of how my family was. Besides, I was at college and wanted to open myself up to new experiences when I had the chance.
"So we went out a couple of times and had fun, and then he invited me back to his dorm room. He was nice and fun to be with, so I figured why not? We'd had a couple of drinks and I was feeling pretty horny, as I recall. His roommates were out at a party for the night so we'd be alone. We talked for a while, and, well, you know how one thing leads to another."
I wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. "C'mon, gimme details!" I could tell Debi was embarrassed about going further, but she did anyhow. What a trooper!
