My stories are all interracial and deal with large blacks and small vaginas. Your constructive comments are welcome. The insults by cowards scared to leave their e-mail address are not.
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I have been a voyeur for as long as I can remember. As a teenager, I wanted to see my girlfriend have sex with another guy. Naturally, these feelings carried over into adulthood and my marriage. As soon as I was old enough to enter adult bookstores and buy or browse the books and magazines, I had found heaven. Then, I discovered the adult section of the movie rentals. This was really great! For some unknown reason, I loved the black on white movies. I could cum all over myself just watching a giant black cock fucking a white pussy. My dick is a short five inches and I have always felt insecure and intimidated by larger dicks. I have never believed any woman could be satisfied with my size. This has caused many arguments with my wife and a lot more nights on the couch.
Sui and I have been married three years and I brought up the idea of another man after the first year. She is Asian and had a very strict childhood. She finally stopped arguing about it and would scream NO!, anytime I suggested it. About a year ago, she did agree to watch some of the sex movies. Naturally, they were all black on white. That's another thing. I didn't know Asians were prejudiced against blacks. After a lot of cajoling and begging, she watched along with me. She seemed to enjoy the amateur movies of housewives and their black lovers. Many times, she wanted me to eat her pussy while she kept her eyes glued to the television screen. She had a much more fulfilling orgasm that way. Afterwards, she would get on top for better penetration and ride me like a wild horse until she cum. All the while watching the movie. This only happened about once a month. She still said the movies were filthy and she only watched to keep my mouth shut.
Sui is 23 and very small in stature. She is an Asian version of a barbie doll. I'm 31, tall and thin. I love her with all my heart, but, wanting to see her fuck another man keeps my life in turmoil. Working keeps my mind occupied, but, I still have a lot of free time to devise ways to change her mind.
About three months ago, a black couple about our ages moved in across the street. We had talked a few times, and they seemed really nice. I found out Tom and I worked at the same factory, but, in a different departments. Since we live about twenty miles from work, we began carpooling and became friends. Sui seemed to like his wife, Pam. If Sui was prejudiced, it didn't show.
Tom liked rum and coke and always seemed to have a glass in his hand. I seldom drank and didn't really like alcohol in any form. One weekend, he talked me into trying one of his drinks. One drink led to another, and soon I was plastered. We were sitting in his backyard, and he was telling me what a beautiful wife I had. He said he had always wanted to fuck an Asian, but the opportunity never came up. That was enough to open up my drunken mouth, and I told him about being a voyeur. Another drink, and I was telling him about wanting to see Sui fuck a black man.
After a few seconds, Tom said, "Are you serious Jim, or just drunk?"
"I've never been more serious in my life. I think about it every day. It's a one way street though. I want to see her fuck another man, but, she won't hear of it." I slurred around the rim of the glass.
Tom helped me up and pointed me in the direction of my own home. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow when you're sober. If you're still serious, I'll help you out. I guarantee you will get to see her fuck a black man!"
Jim woke up with Sui kicking him in the side. He had fallen off the couch during the night. "Wake up Jim! Tom is pounding on the door and you have been on this floor all morning. Were you drinking? You smell like a brewery! Go clean yourself up and I'll let Tom in."
"Hi Sui! Jim still sleeping? I'm afraid it's my fault. I talked him into having a drink and it went to his head. I didn't know he never drank. It won't happen again. Please forgive me. Can I have some coffee while Jim gets straightened up?"
Sui sitting across the table from Tom couldn't help but notice his innocent smile. He was really very nice. Sui was only 5' 1" and Tom was about 5' 4". Sometimes she got tired of looking up at Jim and wished he was shorter. Tom wasn't really black, but a light golden brown, and she was thinking he was more like an Asian than a black person. Why in the world would she think that?
Tom was saying something, but, she hadn't been paying attention. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I said we are going to barbeque some steaks this afternoon, and wondered if you and Jim would like to join us?"
Sui hesitated a minute, unsure how she felt about going into their house and just as fast decided it would be okay. "I'd love to, but, you must ask Jim. He may not feel up to it."
"I'll take care of Jim. How about you going over and helping Pam get things ready?" Tom asked.
Within a few minutes, a hungover Jim entered and grabbed a cup of black coffee. "Where's Sui?"
"What kind of greeting is that for the man who will soon be fucking your wife?" Tom grinned like the chesire cat.
"Oh God! It wasn't a dream! I really told you, didn't I?" Jim groaned.