I haven't known whether I should tell my husband, how i would ever do that, and whether he would be able to handle it if he knew. He is a very good companion and I have always been happy to have him in my life, but I have never known how to broach the subject of my secret desires, my yearning for the kind of sex that a married man just can't imagine and a married woman should never have.
I am a kindergarten teacher, and seemingly not the kind of woman who craves wanton, wild sex with men with long and very black penises. Since high school I have been obsessed with black men as lovers. My husband doesn't know about my collection of pictures of nude black men, I keep them at the house of the only person in the world who knows about my craving, Sally, one of the women I teach with. She has the same craving and understands perfectly how I am tormented by this secret desire to be fucked by an African stallion.
When I was in high school, I became a rabid basketball fan, but not so much that I enjoyed the sport, but because I enjoyed watching those tall black player with the large bulges in their shorts.
My friend Sally had lived in Nairobi for a few years and was able to satisfy her cravings while she lived their, but I have lived a sheltered life and have only fantasized about being ravished by black hands and penetrated by large black penises. No one would believe that prim and proper Mrs. Horn, kindergarten teacher and wife of a school principal, would have fantasies about being roughly fucked by big dark men with large bulges in their pants. No one would believe I even knew the word fuck, let alone would use it a sentence, certainly not dream about it as I sleep next to my husband the school principal.
When Thomas Wilson came to work at the school I got a nervous stomach whenever he was around. He was from the West Indies and was never just Thomas or Wilson, everyone called him Thomas Wilson and he was very polite and extremely muscular and very sexy to me. He was a very good worker and everyone seemed to like him, and I got weak in the knees whenever he was around.
I began to have fantasies about Thomas Wilson every night, even at work during the day, imagining myself being ravished by him, fucked thoroughly and passionately, taken like a shameless woman who craves black lovers and gives her body to any and all who would screw her pussy raw.
When he started cleaning my room on a daily basis I tried hard not to let it show, but Sally told me that he thought I was 'very nice' and even 'pretty'. I almost swooned at the thought of him admiring my body, even had an orgasm imagining him secretly hungering for me, lusting for me as I worked around the school. I just visualized him in me, picturing it in my mind as he cleaned the room and I watched him.
For a second I was afraid he might realize I was watching him, somehow know the lustful thoughts I was having. He looked and saw me watching him. "Everything okay Miss Horn?" he asked. I became flustered and for a moment stammered, then said things 'were fine'. He watched me for a while, then smiled and went on with his work.
Sally told me the next day that he had asked about me, if everything was okay. She told him I was fine, but told me she thought he had a slight crush on me. I must have turned red because she said, "Turns you on, right? Having that big black stud of a man admiring you? I know just how you feel. I was looking at your stash of pictures yesterday," she said coquettishly. "I think Thomas Wilson is a very lot of man, if you know what I mean?"
I indeed knew what she meant and I think my blush got deeper and my face got hot. "You've eyeing that bulge in his pants all semester, right?" she said with a wink.
"You're the only person who knows about this," I said, "and you can't say anything to anyone. You hear me?" She smiled for a long time, and then she said of course she wouldn't tell. She would be telling about herself as well. "I have the hots for blackness same as you," she said with that same lascivious grin. "You and I share the same fantasy, girl. I can't tell people I long for black long fellows. You know that."
We chuckled together and shared an embarrassed moment of rhapsody. "You ever have a black one?" she asked straight out. I shook my head. "Well, you should," she said with a smirk. "You owe it to yourself," she said nodding her head. "If you ever get one of those monsters in you, honey, you'll never want to go back," she said with a grin.
