Pete and I had toyed with the idea of swinging for about a year, not really doing much about it. But one night, as we were fooling around, we started talking about it again and we agreed that time wasn't waiting for us to make a decision, and that if all we did was talk about it, we'd never actually do it. We didn't know anyone who was into it, though, and we were too embarrassed to talk about it with any of our friends, so that pretty much left swinging clubs, which seemed sort of sleazy, or personals. At first, we didn't get a lot of replies - we were looking for another girl, but couldn't really hook up with anyone interesting. One day, after coming home from work, I checked my email to find one reply from a guy - a black guy, as it turned out.
"I read your ad. I'm a black male, well hung, looking for a white woman. If you're interested, reply." The first thought in my mind was, "Whatever, dude," but I didn't delete it. I figured I'd show it to Pete later that night when he got back. Well, of course, I totally forgot, with supper and all - I even forgot I hadn't trashed it until I checked my email the next day. I read it again, and a devilish thought popped into my head. I typed back, "How well hung are you?" and sent it off. A few minutes later an instant message popped up as I was surfing - from him! "Ten inches long, and seven around. Interested in a picture."
"What? Ten inches? No way," I thought, and typed, "Sure, go ahead and send one."
A few minutes later, a picture of a big, fat black cock was plastered on my screen. "Whoah," I said. "That's a big fucking cock," I wrote back.
"Think you could handle it?"
"Well, I don't know what my husband would say."
"Fuck that shit. I don't do no threesomes with another guy."
"Sorry, that's all we're looking for. And actually, we're only looking for a girl."
"Baby, you've never been deep-dicked by a ten inch cock before, have you?"
"Nope."
"Ever wonder what a ten inch cock would feel like in your tight pussy?"
"I don't think I can keep talking like this. My husband will be back soon."
"It's all good, Baby. Hasta la vista."
And with that, he logged off. That got me going. I HATE not having the last word. So, I just sat there, looking at the big cock right there in front of me. I hadn't lied about not wondering what a big cock would feel like, but as I sat there, my pussy getting wet, I sure was wondering about it then. I squeezed my legs together and logged off, made supper. I didn't tell Pete about my conversation.
The next day, I checked the computer as soon as I got in, but no email from him. I was a little disappointed, but didn't think too much of it. The next day, same thing, but I thought, "Son of a bitch!" I guess my pride was a little bruised. I sat down and typed an email to him. "Hey, where've you been? I was expecting you to say something." I got no reply that night, nor the next night. Deeply pissed, I logged on the next night, and there was a reply. "I ain't got time for games, Baby. Unless you want my black cock inside you, we ain't got nothing to talk about. But if you do, you can call this number. I'm there right now." My heart spasmed. "It wouldn't hurt to call him", I thought, and it was sort of naughty. "He has no idea where I am, or who I am," I thought. So what the hell? I picked up the phone and dialled the number. A very obvious black man answered it. "Hello," he said.
"Hey, it's me. You, ah, gave me your number."
"Well well," he said. "You like that picture of my cock, heh?"
"I've been thinking of it," I confessed. "I've never been with anyone other than my husband."
"You looking for something on the side? I don't do that whole relationship shit. If you want to fuck, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your white pussy raw."
"Well, I don't think that would be a good idea," I said.
"Fuckin bitch," he said. "Why the fuck you callin me up? I don't play games with this shit. If you want me to fuck you, just say the word, if not, I'm gonna hang the fuck up."
"Jesus, what the fuck's your problem?"