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 32 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.
To get more background on Tammy, you can read the previous Tammy chapters.
That week we met on Tuesday and Friday. After Sunday's experiences, the sex was more basic, but we both enjoyed. She came several times each day, and I finished off each morning by blowing a load in her mouth. I had some thoughts about how to spice up the action. Before telling her on Friday, she had some news for me.
She said, "I can't come to the game on Sunday. Kevin (her son) has another college recruiting open house."
"No problem."
"I did talk to Greg (her husband) some more."
"About?"
"Continuing the discussion he tried to have last time."
"Oh! Tell me about it."
She recounted the conversation.
Tammy said, "Greg, I don't think I understood what you were trying to say last week."
He said, "I guess I didn't make myself clear."
"When you asked if I wanted to try anything different, what did you mean?"
"I guess anything."
"That's pretty broad. Can you give me an example?"
"O.k. Ummmm ... well ... when it comes to sex ... you know ... we haven't done much ... exploration."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well ... nothing specific ... is there anything you want to try?"
"There might be a lot of things. But you brought it up. What are you thinking about?"
"I was reading about ... you know ... swinging ... and how ... ummmm ... some couples seem to really enjoy it."
"Is this about the conversation you and Devon had at lunch?"
"Well ... that started it ... but then I did more research. Devon told me about sites where people who are interested hang out."
"So you want to find another couple and do a swap?"
"No. Well maybe. But I was thinking it could be a place where one of us explores with a single person."
"So you're telling me you want to have a fling."
"Maybe. But also where we might meet a man for you."
"You're bi?"
"No. But I told you before. Devon has had experiences where the husband has watched his wife with him."
"That interests you?"
"Maybe. Does it interest you?"
"Good question. I guess everyone has thought about it. It might. It would depend on the man I guess. I've heard about those sites. One was in the news because its membership list got hacked. I always thought the men on there would be creepy."
"You said it depends on the man. What type of man?"
"Not creepy. I guess someone not too old, and not in really had shape."
"That doesn't narrow it --"
"Oh, and experienced. He would have to be experienced."
"So, you seem interested."
"Greg, it would really be up to you. Would you be comfortable with me meeting another man?"
"I think so."
"And watching?"
"I think I'd have to watch. Just to make sure you're safe."
"I'm surprised. I didn't think we'd be having this conversation. But I do think we would be searching for a long time to find someone who is attractive and experienced."
"We already know someone who's experienced."
"Your not talking about your friend from work, are you? I think his name's Craig.
"No, why did you think of him?"
"He's always hitting on me. But he's definitely not my type."
"I wasn't talking about him."
"Then who?"
"Devon."
"You're kidding. He's like 10 years younger than us. I think he's out of our league."
"He did say he thought you were very attractive."
"Friends say that to other friends."
"I think he meant it."
"Did you ask him if he was interested?"
"No, but I think he would be. Are you interested in him?"
"I never thought about it until now. He is very good looking. And strong. I'd be flattered, but you would have to ask him."
"Would you like me to ask him?"
"If you're sure about it, why not?"
Tammy paused for a bit. I smiled.
I said, "That was some discussion. You played it very cool."
She said, "Thanks. But I'm not sure he'll follow through."
"Maybe. But here's my question. If he does, will you want to do this?"
"It would be so hot. But it's a bit scary."
"You've conquered a lot of your fears the past few months."
"That's true. I have."
"Before you have to leave, I want to talk about something else?
"What?"
I handed her a small box.
She asked, "A present?"
"Kind of. Open it."
She did. She looked perplexed. She asked, "Are these ..."
"Butt plugs," I answered.
"Why?"
"To prepare you. Monday, we're going to meet after work. And then I'm going to take your ass."
"Oh my. Honestly, Devon. I'm not sure I can --"
"You can always say no. But tell me how the thought of you giving your ass to me makes you feel."
She paused. "Intimidated. You're so big. But also ..." She paused again.
"Tell me. Remember our deal with honesty."
"I have thought about it. Those porn videos I watched between married women and black men. A lot of them had anal sex."
"And how did watching them make you feel."
"Extremely turned on. The primal nature. When the women moaned, I moaned with them. But I also thought, there's no way I could fit his dick that deep."
"Those were experienced porn actresses. You won't be able to take my dick that far up. At least for the first several times. But I know how far to go. And these plugs will help you prepare."
"Why two of them?"
"You wear the smaller one today and tomorrow. Then Sunday morning, you put the larger one in."
"I'll try, Devon. But I can't promise you. I might be too intimidated on Monday."
"Monday, we'll see. You can also watch more of those videos to help you prepare."
It was time to go. She gave me a deep kiss goodbye.
Sunday, it was our fifth game of the season, the final one for this round robin. I played my typical game, but it didn't take much. This was the worst team in the league. Greg was feeling himself, getting a little bit cocky. I think deep down he knew it was because I was setting him up, but his reactions after each basket were like he was LeBron.
We won by 18 points, and it was never really that close. We had effectively won the league, easily winning all five games. The next game was the scramble, where we would mix up the teams. I had an idea of how that would work, and if it worked like I wanted, it would fit with my plans. After we showered up, Greg and I went to lunch at the same restaurant as the last time. We talked about the game, and some idle chit chat.
After our food came, I asked, "How are things going between you and your wife?"
"I was going to tell you. We had a good conversation. I was surprised. I think we're going to experiment."
