CHAPTER 2: TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME
For the entire week following the first "Black Savage Takes White Maiden" movie night, I felt incredibly guilty and embarrassed that I let my husband make me finger myself to an interracial sex movie while he sat and watched me, and even more guilty and embarrassed, and that I went as far as to admit out loud to him that I was fantasizing that I was taking a big, fat black dick deep inside me.
Normally, I don't go too crazy over sex movies, but that one really got to me, and made me realize that there was a latent desire within me that I didn't realize I even had, and that was a desire to be with a black man.
I did and said things that I never even dreamed of before that night, and it excited me! I felt so deliciously naughty doing that in front of him. Apparently, the little devil on my shoulder was telling to embrace the whole white woman / black man interracial sex fantasy, and I showed that I was eager and willing to listen.
I was, however, worried that Ben was going to be upset with me for being "a little too eager," so I didn't bring it up, and I certainly didn't expect that he would be giving me the opportunity to do that again any time soon.
Although we didn't talk about it, that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about it, I was definitely thinking about it. All the time! I just couldn't get the picture of that nice big black cock out of my head! I woke up in the morning thinking about it, thought about it all day, and then went to bed thinking about it. I was totally consumed with my newly found passion.
Although we didn't talk about it, that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about it, I was definitely thinking about it. All the time! I just couldn't get the picture of that nice big black cock out of my head! I woke up in the morning thinking about it, thought about it all day, and then went to bed thinking about it. I was totally consumed with my newly found passion.
My whole perspective on interracial sex was changed that night. What I once saw as a perverse and taboo act, I now realize was an erotic, scintillating and most desirable act. The fact that a white woman, especially a married white woman, desiring intimate relations with a black man was still taboo in my neck of the woods, only made it that much more intriguing to me!
Don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about a "running off happily ever after" relationship. I love my husband dearly, and would never leave him for another man, . . . any man. What I am talking about is a purely animalistic, lusty, mind blowing sexual experience! In my eyes, Ben being a part of it could only make it better, and since he started me down this road, I'm not really afraid to take him along on the journey with me.
As part of my new "awakening," I started to ponder some of the casual relationships with black male friends that I've had in the past. They seemed so innocent to me at the time. Was I really that naive? I had never looked at those guys from a sexual standpoint . . . until now that is. Now that my eyes (arms and legs!) are wide open to the idea of it. I have gained a whole new perspective on those old relationships.
Out of all of the black male friends that I pondered, Winston was the one that I couldn't keep off my mind. We have been friends since we were just young teenagers, and I just couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to finally let him take me. I'd bet dollars to donuts that Winston has a cock just as magnificent, if not more spectacular, than the one from the movie.
Was Winston a missed opportunity for me? He may have been my best chance to experience a big black cock but in retrospect, I'm not sure that I was mature enough to handle something like that back then. I couldn't help but wondered if he is still attracted to me now, after all there years, or has that shipped sailed?
If the opportunity did present itself, would I have the willpower to refuse, like I know I should? Or, would I have the guts to accept it, like I know I want? All sorts of scenarios play-out in my mind, . . . and they usually end up with my hand in my panties. It was driving me absolutely crazy! I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The very next Friday, my first dilemma was resolved. After dinner, Ben made our usual cocktails, and we smoked a bit more than usual. I was pretty well buzzed when he instructed me to put on a skimpy littler teddy, with no panties. Of course I obliged, eager to see what he had in store for me, secretly hoping to see a beautiful blonde wife being driven to the edge by a big black cock.
I guess my reaction to the interracial theme last week must have been a good one, because Ben put on a movie that depicted a really sexy, married blonde wife seducing a vary large, handsome black man. In an effort to mask my newly found desires, I half-heartedly protested that I was not that interested in watching married white women fucking big black guys.
"Just sit back and watch." He said calmly. "You're going to like this one."
Apparently, Ben knew me better than I thought he did, because all I had to do was just watch that sexy blonde coming-on to the big black stud and my little pussy started to burn with desire! I was ready to cum before the studs pants even hit the floor! It was hot, steamy, naughty and dirty, and it ended the same for us as the previous week, with incredibly hot, wild sex and mind-boggling orgasms.
From then on Friday nights became what I lovingly referred to as Big Black Cock Friday, because after that very first night, cocktails, weed and white wives fucking black cocks was the theme Ben chose just about every Friday night. I half-heartedly protested every time, not letting him know just how hooked I was getting on big Black Cock Fridays.
I have to admit that the "white wife - black stud" theme is much hotter, and much more interesting then just ordinary "plain vanilla sex." I mean really, who wants to see a slightly overweight white guy having benign sex with a disinterested white woman, when you could watch that very same white woman lose all control and have wild, screaming animal sex with a big, strong, black stud with a giant cock made of steel? It's only natural to want the latter.
The women that gravitate towards sex with black studs seem to really enjoy it much more, they talked dirtier, they moan louder and yes...they cum harder!
I often wonder what makes it so hot. Is it the thrill of fucking someone else? Is it the thrill of fucking a different race? Is it pure animal instinct? Or is it a combination of all of the above? Whatever it is, it certainly is strong and powerful. I am really curious to know exactly what it is that will make a woman do such a thing,...maybe too curious!
Another side effect of our little secret was that I started to become more aware of black men out in public, much more aware...and maybe not in such a pure way.
Of course I'm checking them out! Every chance I got! Especially the really big, muscular ones!
Oh yeah, my knees weaken at the sight of a big, strong black man!
To make the whole thing even more interesting, I've decided that none of my male black friends and acquaintances are off limits, and I now find myself going out of the way to be extra friendly with them.
I will find ways to stand close to them and rub up against them whenever I can, especially the really large ones, the bigger the man, the more vulnerable I feel, and that excites me. Let me tell you, there is nothing more exciting than to be a four- foot-eleven, white woman rubbing up against a six-foot-six black man!
Of course. I am not at all discrete about crotch-watching either, I purposely make it obvious to black man that I'm checking them out!
I love flirting with black men, it seemed so dangerous! Sometimes I even do it when Ben is with me, not at all trying to hide it from him. It drives him crazy, especially if we're holding hands, or have our arms around each other at the time!
Every time I do something like that, I feel empowered, and I's just makes me bolder. Now, every time I see an attractive black man when we're not together, I go home and tell Ben all about it. I eagerly tell my story about when and where I was, and then give him a little description of the moment. Inevitably, he asks me if I found myself attracted to them.. I always answer honestly, and I always answer "yes."
Sometimes I tease Ben by telling him that I wasn't nearly as attracted as I am to Winston. I feel so naughty saying that because I am admitting that I am sexually attracted to one our friends..
This Spring, Ben's friends convinced him to join their men's league softball team. At first, I wasn't to thrilled, But I got over it quickly when I realized that it was a good chance to get out and mingle with people. I got to meet a lot good people that way, and of course, I couldn't help but notice this one particular player from another team.
This particular guy is a really big man, standing at least 6 foot 6, perfectly fit, totally ripped, and has a real bad-boy look about him, and of course, he's black! Dark black! He looks more tough and rugged than cute...maybe even a bit dangerous. For some reason, I found that really turned me on. I quietly asked around, and learned that his name is Vance and that he lives in one of the neighboring towns.
Did I mention that Vance stands at least 6 foot 6, perfectly fit, totally ripped, and has a real bad-boy look about him? Apparently he was a star athlete in high school who excelled at football, basketball and baseball. He graduated a few years before me, so I wasn't really aware of him until Ben recently started playing softball. As soon as I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was going to be one of those guys that I would try to find ways to stand close to. Just looking at him from a distance gives me that wonderfully uncomfortable feeling!
A couple of weeks ago, Ben's softball team signed up to play in a tournament. It just happened to be the hottest, most humid weekend of the summer. It was god-awful hot. With the luck of the draw, Ben's team was scheduled for a Friday night game under the lights. I decided to go along to enjoy the warm summer night, very disappointed that I was going to miss-out on our usual Friday night activities.
I brought a small cooler full of adult beverages and a blanket, so I could sit in the grass without getting wet. Ben's team had the last game of the night, so it was already getting dark when we arrived. It turned out to be a beautiful night, warm enough for short sleeves, no bugs, a big bright full moon, and best of all, Vance's team was just coming off of the field as Ben's team was going on. "This is my chance!" I thought to myself. So with butterflies in my stomach, and all my nerves tingling, I walked up to Vance and introduced myself.
Yup, I walked right up to him, nervously shaking, extended my right hand to him, looked him in the eye and blurted out something stupid like "Hi, my name is Julie, and I just wanted to meet you." I cringed when I realized what had just come out of my mouth. I sounded like I was fan gushing over a movie star. Vance took my hand and held it gently. I'm sure he could feel me trembling. My fear turned to excitement when he responded with a warm smile, and calmly replied, "I know who you are." Hmmm, sounds like somebody was checking me out too!
All of a sudden, stupid didn't seem like such a bad idea. I was on a roll. "I have a cooler with some beer and margarita's in it. Would you like to join me?" I asked, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.
He lightly squeezed my had back, "Sure," was all he said.
I never realized how big he was until I was standing right there next to him. He was a giant of a man. I felt so tiny and small in his presence. I had to look up just to see his chest! If he wanted to take me against my will, I couldn't possibly stop him, and the thought of that excited me even more.
I motioned to lump under my left arm, "I've got a blanket, where should we sit?"
"C'mon" he said pointing to a dark corner of the field "We can go sit under that tree over there."
