I enjoy comments on my stories, both the public ones and the private ones. Suggestions and opinions are welcome. But some comments on my past stories suggest that there should have been some warning about the theme. This is an erotic story involving interracial play and married women straying from their husband. If the idea of a black man fucking a married white woman bothers you, you should move on to another story.
As an Introduction, I'm Devon, a 33 year-old black man now living in Chicago, the city where I was born and raised. I work for a mid-sized investment bank and travel a fair amount. I'm 6' 4" and a good athlete, all city in high school basketball and all state in football. I received a scholarship to play college football on the west coast, where I was an all conference tight end freshman year, but a severe off the field injury curtailed my career. So I hit the books got a degree in economics, and then an MBA, and I now have a pretty good life.
My weakness, or at least my kink, is married women. Specifically, white married women. No use psychoanalyzing the motives, but there are aspects, which I will over time describe, that just make married white women much more of a sexual turn on than more "normal" relationships. My other kink is I'm a dominant man -- not that I enjoy inflicting pain or wearing weird attire, but I know what I enjoy and clearly communicate my desires and expectations. Typically, my playmates are older than me, but not always. Sometimes I meet them on line (which I prefer) before we meet in person, but sometimes the original meeting is in person. Most of these experiences have been during the past five years, although there are some exceptions. I'm not telling these experiences in chronological order -- just the order of what's in my head when I'm writing.
I get some interesting emails from this site of a wide variety. Some are filled with hate (if the subject bothers you, why read it?). Some are simply complementary -- thanks, I do appreciate. Some inquisitive. Some suggestive. I'm not naïve -- I recognize that most of the suggestive emails supposedly from women are actually from men who are pretending. I seldom write back -- not to be rude, but I don't have time to engage with everyone. There's a chat area of this site that is for engaging, and that's not for me. But occasionally an email hits me in the right way, piques my curiosity, and I write back. Sometimes I regret it, but most times when I do write back its worthwhile. This is a story about one of those situations.
After I finished Chapter 6 of the Tammy series (there's more to tell, and eventually I will publish the next two chapters), I received more emails than I had before. One in particular caught my notice. It was dated a week earlier (I don't check that email account too frequenty), and was supposedly from a woman named "Stacy.' She lived not too far from Buffalo in a rural community. She was 46, a grade school teacher, married to man 10 years older than her (he was her second husband), and she said my description of Tammy reminded her of herself. She thanked me for writing the series because it helped her explore some of her fantasies. She didn't make any wild propositions in her email. It was just a pleasant acknowledgement.
I was drawn to thanking her for her acknowledgement, and finally, during a long flight delay on a taxiway at O'Hare, I wrote her back. Besides thanking her, I was curious what similarities she saw in Tammy. I thought nothing more about it, but a couple of days later, when I next checked the email account, I realized she had almost immediately written me back. She said I lot of things that Tammy enjoyed she had fantasized about, and my physical description of Tammy was similar to her, except her hair was lighter and she was several years older.
Initially my interest in writing back to her was purely more analytical. I had found a reader of my stories who enjoyed my work and was willing to tell me why. I'm always looking to improve, and here was an opportunity. Over the next few months we continued to exchange emails, which became very conversational. Because of that, I will write the rest of this as if it was a conversation.
I asked her, "What of my exploits with Tammy intrigued you the most?"
"Actually, everything. Initially, I just thought the general idea of being with a younger, strong man was the turn on. I thought about being fucked., but not much else. But as you described each specific act, both her reactions and yours, I became more turned on."
"Have you ever acted on those turn ons?"
"No, I've been faithful to John. We've been married 8 years. I did have a few flings when I was married to my first husband, but they were more because I really wanted out of that marriage."
"So you still enjoying being John's wife?"
"Somewhat. He's a nice guy. But at times too nice. And he's older, and conservative, and our sex life is unfulfilling. That's why I occasionally explore porn sites, and came across the site where I read your stories."
"John is conservative in what way?"
"Everyway. Politically. Socially. Sexually."
"I assume you haven't shared with him that you dabble in porn."
"No. He would not like that. When we first met he told me that he felt I dressed too provocatively. I said I liked dressing that way. Because I always dressed that way, and I made it clear that I won't change, he doesn't bother me about that. But if he found out about porn or erotic reading, we would definitely be troubled."
"How do you like to dress provocatively?"
"I have a fairly large chest. I like showing cleavage. I enjoy seeing men with their eyes on me. The one concession John asked of me is that I dress a little less sexily when he is not around. I have granted him that. Can I ask you questions?"
"Absolutely."
"Why do married women turn you on? I know you explain some of those reasons in your stories, but I'm curious to learn more."
"Many reasons. Less complications. Forbidden fruit. A deeper sexual knowledge and desire. But it's not just married women. It's married white women."
"Why does that make a difference? It's 2024."
"Publicly it is, but many people act personally as if it's 1854. It's still forbidden deep down in many people's minds, not just in the white community, but the black community as well. So the forbidden fruit aspect is enhanced."
"I'm surprised"
"Have you ever had sex with a black man?"
"No. When I was young and dating, things were different. Family and friends would not have approved"
"You were single eight years ago."
"True. But I just didn't have the opportunity to meet black men."
"I didn't realize that Buffalo was all white."
"Don't be silly. Of course it isn't. I just didn't meet any at that time."
"What about now? Do you and John have any black friends you do things with?"
"I have some black friends at work."
"That wasn't the question -- do you have black friends you do things with as a couple?"
"I guess not. I see your point. It's not that John is racist. But that's his conservative nature."
"So tell me, does the fact that my stories involved interracial sex add to the turn on?"
At that point the emails stopped for a few days. Perhaps I had hit a nerve. Or John had found out. I still checked email, but there was silence.
Then after a week, "Hi Devon. Sorry for not writing. You kind of shook me up with your questions."
"I think that's a good thing. So what's your answer?
"I wasn't looking at it that way. But after thinking about it, yes, it did add to the turn on."
"A little, or a lot."
"A lot. Your description of the contrast. The forbidden nature. That was really a turn on."
By now we had established enough trust that we moved from email to text. So the pace of the conversations picked up.
I said, "Speaking of contrast, I have no idea of what you look like."
"That goes both ways."
"Well you start. Send me a photo." She did. She was not a ravishing beauty, but pleasant looking. And very busty. She was showing a bit of cleavage. She wasn't slim, but also not overweight. A very sexy body from my perspective.
Her next text said "Your turn." I sent her a photo that a woman I dated had taken. I was shirtless, and the photo showed some of my scars and tats.
She replied, "Oh damn. You are amazing looking."
"Thanks. I have to say I was disappointed that your photo was so conservative. I thought you dressed provocatively."
"I don't have many photos like that. Sorry."
"Well you have a camera and a mirror."
"I won't send a nude photo."
