Sue:
My husband of twenty-six years, father of our twenty-five-year-old daughter, just told me that he fantasizes about me sleeping with another guy while he watches, a black guy to be precise.
At first, I didn't believe him. I thought it was a joke, but he didn't have a joke-like expression on his face. In fact, he looked nervous.
Then I wondered if he wanted to sleep with another woman, and this was a strategy to let me sleep with another man so he could sleep with another woman. But he denies it and says he has no desire to sleep with anyone else.
Hmmm! If that's true, why does he want me to sleep with another man? I've never fooled around on him or indicated that I wanted to.
Our sex life is great. I still find Tom handsome and fit. He doesn't have a gut. He has all his hair with no grey. He has a nice dick and excellent control. He's a skilled lover and knows my body inside out and knows how to satisfy me and does so every time. In fact, he goes out of his way to make sure I orgasm. He's a great father and a wonderful husband. Where is this coming from? Does he feel differently about our relationship than I do?
It makes no sense, and I'm not sure if he's just 'fantasizing' or really wants it to happen. It's been a long day, and I'm tired, and I don't think well when I'm tired. I'm not mad but surprised, and I'm unsure what to think. It's time to go to bed and get a good night's sleep and wake up with a fresh mind. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we'll have lots of time to talk.
Everything always works out when we talk to each other honestly with fresh minds.
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Sue:
I cornered Tom the next day.
"Hi babe, got time to talk about your fantasy?"
He looked alarmed.
I smiled. "I'm not upset, just curious. I want to hear more. I was too tired last night to absorb anything."
I sat down on the couch and patted the cushion for Tom to join me. My smile and soothing tone calmed him and he sat down.
"So, you don't want to sleep with another woman but fantasize about me sleeping with a black man. Is that correct?"
"Yes," he says, sheepishly.
"Why?"
He pauses, collecting his thoughts. "Well, I've always been turned on by interracial porn. The contrast of black on white is stimulating, as is the taboo of a black guy doing a white woman. That's why I love it when we watch interracial porn. Seeing a huge black dick stretch tight white pussies is a turn-on. And I know it turns you on as well."
It's true. I can't deny it. We started watching porn together a few years ago, and both of us enjoy interracial porn. The black and white color contrast is hot. The darker the black guy is, the more it turns me on. When the guy's skin and cock are jet black, and he's with a petite blond (like me), it really cranks up my pussy! And what Tom said about the taboo factor is also true. I've never been with a black guy, and have wondered about it.
But, does Tom really want me to sleep with a black guy, or is he just fantasizing? I ask him, and he freezes. Does that mean he does?
"Relax, Tom! I'm not going to hurt you!"
"When we're watching the interracial flicks, I fantasize it's you with the guys. I visualize your face grimacing in pleasure. I pretend it's your pussy lips stretched tight around their big pricks. I pretend it's your moaning I hear, and it drives me crazy. I wonder what it would be like if a black stud was rutting you with a huge dick. I wonder how your face would look. I wonder what kinds of noises you'd make. I wonder how your pussy would feel with the cock stretching you to the max and touching you in places I've never been."
"Part of it is that you've never been more beautiful than you are now. You just keep getting better with age, like a fine wine. When we first met, we were both nerdy, skinny runts, but you filled out in all the right places after having Anita. Your breasts are bigger than ever and haven't sagged a bit. Your hairstyle has evolved so that it suits your face perfectly. You don't have a wrinkle anywhere. You are beautiful and classy and wholesome looking all at once. You would put those porn girls to shame. Half of them are so altered with their big lips and grapefruit tits they look ridiculous, and the other half are so skinny and pale they look anorexic. Your wholesome, natural good looks combined with a big black cock would be an incredible sight. You're a MILF!"
I blushed. I certainly wasn't expecting such strong praise, although Tom has always been my biggest booster. I was a skinny geek in high school with braces, and no boobs and guys were not exactly beating a path to my doorstep. Tom was similar, but there was an instant attraction the minute we met. It seemed like we were made for each other. We had similar interests, and our personalities clicked, and I thought he was cute. We never looked back and supported each other every day. He helped boost my self-image, and I did the same for him. We were good for each other. We matured emotionally and physically together.
Tom has always told me how beautiful I am, which is pretty easy to take. And he still does, but to hear him say it in a sexual context with another man has given me goosebumps. Does he really think I'm sexy? I know I'm okay looking and have aged well due to my mom's genes and taking care of my skin and diet and exercising, but I never thought of myself as a 'MILF.' That was high praise! Yes, I know what MILF means! I do watch porn, you know!
Okay. Now I knew what was going on in my hubby's head and was flattered that he still found me appealing, but I needed to dampen his fantasy.
"Honey, I'm sorry, but I can't imagine sleeping with another man at this point in my life. Maybe someday (I lied), but I can't conceive of it now. There are too many things that could go wrong, like ruining our relationship, catching a disease, being with a weirdo, etc. If you could somehow create a porn flick starring me with some black studs, I'd be the first to watch, but I'm not sure how you'd do that without me."
"Plus, as much as you appreciate my looks, I can't imagine some black stud wanting to be with a forty-five-year-old woman with a twenty-five-year-old daughter."
Tom's mouth opened, and his index finger rose to object, but I cut him off.
"Honey, I love that you find me hot, but there is no way I'm a MILF." I held his gaze to make sure his mouth didn't pop open again.
He looked deflated.
"But, hearing your fantasy has reawakened one of mine. You were my first and only lover, and I've occasionally wondered what a bigger dick would feel like. And watching interracial porn has made me wonder what a black dick would look like in my white pussy. I never said anything, though, because I thought it might hurt your feelings. It sounds like it would excite you, though, which has excited me. Have a feel!"
I opened my housecoat and guided Tom's hand to my pussy.
"Feel how wet I am!"
He slid his fingers up my wet slit, which generated a shiver of pleasure.
I looked him in the eye and gave him a sexy smile. "I think it's time I find out what a big black dick feels like in my tight little white pussy, don't you, honey?"
He looked confused but inserted two fingers deep inside me.
I flinched and moaned in pleasure. "Good! I was hoping you would agree! Aren't you glad we had this little talk? Good things always happen when we have our little chats!"
I stood up, dropped my robe to the floor, pulled Tom up, and ripped his clothes off. Then I led him by the dick to our bedroom.
"Tom, we have a fantasy to work on! I'm so glad your cock is as excited as my pussy is!"
I pushed him down on the bed with his back against the headboard cushioned by a fluffy pillow and lay on my back between his legs. His cock was rock hard and oozing precum against my back. Someone was excited!
Tom knew the routine and reached his hand around to play with my slick pussy, and massaged my breasts with his other hand.