Thinking long and hard about fulfilling my husband's fantasy of being taken by a black man, I finally fell asleep. When I had woken up the next morning, Kenny was already gone. He had must of just left because the aroma of fresh coffee tantalized my senses and while sitting in the bathroom for my morning pee, I noticed that the mirrors were slightly fogged from his hot shower.
I walked into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and noticed Ken had drawn a clean cup from the cupboard and placed it top end down onto a note. I lifted the cup and read the note:
"Good morning hunny! You were absolutely thrilling last night. You always turn me on, but last night, you had me so turned on my orgasm felt like explosions bursting inside of me. I think I was still shuddering this morning from aftershocks. Have fun at Janice's tonight and I will see you Sunday night."
Love, Kenny
I knew I had him delighted last night and I figured that it wasn't only because of how sexy I appeared for him, but because of my dirty talking about my curiosity for black cock. I sipped my coffee and enjoyed the sunny morning, gazing out at my bird feeders; but still entranced by the challenge that was opposing me. I finished two cups of coffee and decided I needed to let my mind rest from keeping my own little secret now.
It was difficult letting these thoughts go, but I was saved by Janice who called and asked if I could come over early. She was behind on the preparations for the party and desperately needed my help. I told her I would help for a few hours but had planned on going shopping for a new outfit and would have to shower before the party. She was grateful and thanked me and said goodbye. I went into the bedroom and put on some jeans and a t-shirt, looked in the mirror and noticed my make-up was still okay. I would be able to help her and run straight to the store. I put on my tennis shoes, grabbed my keys, and headed out.
When I arrived at Janice's house she was a mess. The house was a mess, scattered with different items for the party. Serving trays were empty out on the counters and assorted bags of vegetables were untouched on the counters as well. I suggested that she start straightening up the house and I would prepare her veggie and meat and cheese trays. She thanked me and turned to start cleaning and I reminded her that when that was done, we would get the ham started too.
She smiled as if she had forgotten all about the ham and went to cleaning. I rinsed the celery, broccoli, mixed bell peppers, and cucumbers. I cut away and she moved throughout the rooms of the house tidying up. By the time she was ready to vacuum, I had the veggie tray finished and was nearly ready to start on the meat and cheese tray. I covered the veggie tray with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator and took out the meat and blocks of cheese. My mind wandered again as I pulled the summer sausage out of the fridge. It was so thick and long. There was probably no getting around it but I immediately thought of black cock. I could feel a tingle in my loins and put the sausage on the counter and directed my focus to the cheese.
I sliced the blocks of cheddar and mild cheddar cheese and placed them neatly on the tray. Janice had finished vacuuming by then and started to dust. I reached for the summer sausage again and held it in my hand. I imagined it as a big black cock and envisioned my lips wrapped around it. I waved off my perverted thoughts and did what needed to be done. Janice finished dusting just as I was wrapping the meat and cheese tray. She walked into the kitchen and noticed it done and said it looked great. I put it in the refrigerator and recommended we get the ham started since it would take about six hours to thoroughly cook.
My mind was boggled now and I needed to talk to someone. Janice and I have been friends since high school and she was well aware of my gangbang initiation from Kenny's friends that determined if I would be a suitable candidate for him and all the details that entailed Kenny's pornoholicism. She told me over and over that I was one lucky bitch and she wished she could find a man like Ken. She had been married once for two years but that ended before she turned twenty-one.
As we began to prepare my grandmother's special ham recipe, my distraction must have shown on my face.
"Geez Rebecca, what is on your mind? Is something bothering you?"
I hesitated with a smile before responding.
"Yeah, something's got me a little. . ."
"What is it? You can talk to me, we've been friends forever," Janice responded.
"It's nothing serious, it just. Well, I think Kenny is hiding something from me."
"Hiding something from you?" Janice asked.
As reluctant as I was I proceeded to tell Janice about yesterday. I opened up about every little detail about dressing sexy for Kenny and how I looked hot and felt so good about myself. I told her about wanting Ken to change into a pair of boxer briefs and tank top and when I went to set his clothes out for him, I told her about finding his "Secret" disc.
Janice had an inquisitive look on her face as we put the ham in the oven. "Go on, keep going," she said.
"Well, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know what was on the disc, so I put it in the computer. When I opened the folder it had two videos titled "Secret." I started the first one and there was a white wife sitting next to a well built black man who was caressing her tits and kissing her neck. The woman was talking to the camera asking question like, 'Do you like this baby? Does this turn you on?' The woman was talking to her husband Janice, and she was about to be ravaged by a black man. Let me tell you Janice, when I skipped further into the video, this black man had a huge cock."
"Holy shit!" Janice said. Are you telling me Kenny has a fantasy of you fucking a huge chocolate cock? He is such a fucking pornoholic. You are a lucky bitch."
"I don't know exactly. He hasn't said anything to me. And I didn't say anything to him about finding his "Secret." I was thinking he was developing a new fantasy, but last night I hinted about having a curiosity for black cock watching the movies he brought home and when we had sex last night I talked dirty to him as if he was a black man using my pussy. When I came, I even said I was going to cum all over his big chocolate dick."
"Ohhh," Janice screeched with a giggle.
"I even asked him if he had any new fantasies, but he denied the when he answered. I am wondering if this fantasy is so taboo, he is embarrassed."
I continued to tell her about how watching the first scene got me so turned on I had to stop the video and when I played the second, I was even more turned on watching two black studs take care of another white wife while she moaned and panted to her husband about how well these black cocks were pleasing her. I confided to her that I wanted to fulfill this suspected fantasy for Kenny, but I also was starting to crave dark meat because of my over working curiosity.
"So this is what is bothering you," Janice asked?
"Not exactly, Janice. What is really bothering me is that I can't think of anyway to fulfill this fantasy. I don't know any black men. To add to that, I want to make sure that if I do meet anyone, that his cocoa cock is larger than average. I have a rough idea of what I am going to do to fulfill Kenny's fantasy, but I need the players first."
"Well, I tell you what sweetie. I know a gorgeous black man, Mr. Terrance Blackman, from the junior high where I was substitute teaching. He was a personal fitness instructor and is also a personal trainer in the evenings at a nearby gym. I have his number from a list of contacts the school offered me and I can call him over for the party. Maybe we can talk to him about potential players. Does that sound good to you honey," Janice asked?
I smiled and could feel the desperation leave my expression. Janice smiled back and said it was a done deal and that I should get heading out, and it wouldn't hurt to have an impressive outfit to make a good impression. I agreed with her and told her I would see her later. I gave her a hug and kiss and she reassured me that we could get this done.
As I drove to the shopping mall, I was thinking of just what I could buy that would be extraordinarily impressive. I knew I wanted nice form fitting slacks, a pair of high heels that would showcase my legs and butt, and a sultry but not overly revealing top. I was going to wear my silver hoop earrings and matching silver bracelets, but I would leave my hair down tonight.
After getting to the mall, I must have tried on ten pairs of slacks before finding a pair that fit just right and would leave Mr. Blackman perceiving me just the way I needed. Whether it was for him to describe to others he knows or just to have him enjoying the view, I wasn't too concerned. The shoes were easy to find. I choose a four and three-quarter inch pair of black sexy sandals with straps that tie around the ankle. These shoes featured a rhinestone design on the toe straps. They were very cute and I needed them. They would go with the black slacks just fine. For the top I had much more trouble. I finally decided on a sexy casual top though. It was tight and was cleavage exposing. It was sleeveless with spaghetti straps, a sexy black, white, and silver art form print, and to top it all off I bought a deluxe rhinestone choker.
I was giddy on the way home. I dropped my top and slacks off at the cleaners to be washed and pressed and I knew once all the pieces of this outfit were together, I would look stellar. If I didn't impress Terrance, he would have to be a fool, even if I was a white woman. I got back home and it was already 5:00 p.m. I had been gone for nearly three hours. I guess time really does fly when you are having fun.
I jumped in the shower and almost didn't wash my hair knowing I would have to dry and straighten it, but I did. I might be a little later arriving at the party, but to me it was for a good cause. As I washed my hair, thoughts of massive black stems crossed my mind. I imagined the large members swinging in front of my face, nudging against my waiting pussy, and shooting stringy white loads anywhere and every where. I was more than a little excited to meet Janice's acquaintance Terrance. He sounded like a great candidate being a personal fitness trainer. I imagined him to be lean and muscular and incredibly satisfying. I was getting off task and pushed these thoughts aside despite feeling wetness building inside me.
I didn't shave my legs because for one, I was wearing pants and two, I had just done an excellent job yesterday, but I questioned whether or not to keep what little pubic hair that I had maintained or if I should shave it bald. I decided I would leave it alone and when and if the day came, I would shave my pussy completely bald. I washed my body and face, rinsed, and I was out. I was out of the shower by 5:25. I dried my skin and lathered it in lotion. My pussy was beginning to cool off after thinking of what had started to become an obsession and put on a sexy black thong. I wanted to paint both my finger nails and toe nails and did so in a dark reddish purple shade called caponata. After that I sat naked with the exception of my thong and straightened my hair. This took over forty-five minutes and it was just past 6:30 p.m. I did not rush and put on my slacks. They looked great on me but I wanted to see how the shoes would compliment them. I put the shoes on and stood in front of the mirror. My nipples were erect from the chill of the air conditioning and a yearning building inside me. I turned to catch a profile view of my butt and loved it. Being petite I do not have a huge bubbly butt, but in these pants with these shoes, it was on display.
I giggled in excitement and pinched my hard nipples. I was nearly ready. I put on a bra and then the top but wasn't satisfied with the way my tits looked. I took the top off and changed into a different bra. This bra was just right and when I put the top on I had a nice portrait of cleavage complimenting the sexy top I had purchased. I moved to the bathroom and did my make-up in a mildly seductive fashion. I brushed my hair one more time and while putting the choker on the phone rang.
