My husband has fantasized about me being with a black man for years now. I resisted for years, but eventually a combination of his continued "badgering" over the subject, and, truthfully the curiosity that years of role playing, finding my husband's stash of interracial porn, and the recent craze of white girl/black guy dating pushed me to finally give in. I wanted to share this wild adventure with others. Maybe to warn some about what can happen when something that should stay fantasy becomes reality. Maybe to share the eye-opening experience with others that are afraid, like I was, to cross the interracial barrier.
The first thing I have to say is, while some women tell themselves that size doesn't matter, if I am honest with myself, all of the most memorable sexual experiences i've ever had were with men that had large cocks. When I finally had the chance to be with a man that was very large, and had the confidence, and the moves to use it right, there was simply no going back. In my case that happened to be with the black man that my husband and I found to fulfill his fantasy.
That experience opened my eyes to the magic of the black man. From that point on I was ruined for my husband, so I guess as the old saying goes, once I went black, there was no going back to white boys.
You might be wondering what became of my marriage. Interestingly, when you have a man that adores you enough to put up with anything, a whole world of possibilities opens up.
I'll really start by talking about how I finally agreed to play out his fantasy and then eventually get into the really good stuff. The first meeting, and how that changed my life.
The first years of my husband badgering me about fucking a black man, I was pretty certain I didn't want to. I wanted to save myself only for him, at least that's what I would tell him. As the years passed, we played out his fantasy in various ways. We purchased several black dildos. Started to get into watching interracial porn. Talked out his fantasies while we fucked.
The first few dildos just didn't quite do it for me. They felt unrealistic, had unusual odors, and I found it very hard to cum with. One day Jeremy ordered a dildo modeled on the black porn star Mandingo. That work of art changed how I felt about using toys. It felt just like a real cock, didn't smell like plastic, and was something that was a challenge to take but made me want to work to take it all. I also found it very easy to cum with, maybe too easy.
At some point I found that I was able to cum easier and harder to the Mandingo dildo than I was with Jeremy's cock. I had never really used the old toys alone but this one was different. I began to use the toy alone, without telling Jeremy about it. And eventually, as I used the toy more I began to fantasize about scenarios with black men and to use some of the porn that Jeremy secretly watched to get off on.
For several months I was using the toy alone as well as with Jeremy. It used to be that he would occasionally ask me if i wanted to be naughty and get stretched. I would say yes sometimes. It turned into me hinting at him grabbing the toy. What started out as occasionally quickly turned into me using the toy by myself at least 3 or 4 times a week, and then with him at least every other week. I just couldn't get enough. And the porn didn't help curb my yearning.
I found out that Jeremy had a favorite porn actress. A brunette named Savannah that he thought looked a lot like me. As I found dozens of videos he had bookmarked with her in them I became fixated much like he was with the fact that she looked much like me. I started to watch videos of her, while using the mandingo cock, even watching videos with mandingo fucking Savannah.
I began to fantasize about scenarios where I would meet him, and he would ravage me. The toy that at the beginning was too big for me to take comfortably eventually became more than comfortable. I was able to pound my pussy as hard as I could, and crave for more. Even with Jeremy going to town with the toy I began to crave the feeling of a large muscular man behind the toy.
As time progressed I began to fantasize about other black men. Other porn stars, guys I saw around town, a few younger black men that I worked with at the hospital or on my guard weekends. I hate to say it, but sometimes I would fantasize about them when Jeremy was fucking me. Problem was, I needed the toy, not his cock, to make the fantasy feel real. As I realized this, I started to ponder the idea of carrying out Jeremy's fantasy, about waiting for him to bring it up and this time saying YES! But I also started thinking about what guys I'd want, and how to work it so I could fuck a black man of my choosing.
I started to use the power of the internet to my advantage. I joined several forums for interracial dating, and swinger lifestyles, particularly black man/white woman forums. I wasn't really looking to meet anyone, just looking for ideas. Of course, when you're not looking, that's when you find exactly what you weren't looking for. In this case, an incredibly good looking man, with a good job, great body, confident, and looking to sex up white girls, especially married ones.
His name was Jeron. I shared with Jeron my situation, and we talked about me hinting during sex with Jeremy, when he was using the toy, about wanting to fuck a real black cock. And then a sly way to try and figure out how to find "someone" to help fulfill the fantasy. I would do a google search that I knew would bring us to the site we met on, and we would eventually stumble on Jeron's profile. Yeah, I was being very bad, and very devious. But I wanted him SOOOO bad!
So one night, when Jeremy asked if I wanted to be naughty, I coyly said sure. He teased me a little, talking naughty. He does a good job of being naughty and making the role playing a turn on. I was sure to get very into it, and to be sure he knew I was feeling naughty and uninhibited. I was pretty easily able to get him to start asking me how much I liked black cock, and if I wanted a real one. So I said YES, I do want a real one. He was a bit hesitant, thinking this was just a normal naughty session. He looks at me and asked "really?"
It was then that I looked deep into his eyes, with an intense look. I grabbed his hand with the dildo in it and pulled it into me as I pushed my pussy all the way onto it and said, "I want to do this. I want to feel a real black cock. I want us to find a black stud to do this for real to my pussy. And I want you to love it." He about came right there.
I could see how excited this made him. "I'm serious about this if you really want to do it." He said.
