Jessica;
I don't know how this will turn out, but it is sent to you as an informative letter. You are free to discuss this with friends as it is sent to you for your reading enjoyment. Should it fail to meet those requirements, I hope you will forgive me.
Leon and I had been married a couple of years, and we had sampled some of the swinging activities of our time. We had become comfortable with each others sexuality and shared many of our fantasies and past experiences with each other. One day Leon brought home a porn magazine that was filled with photos of black men fucking white women. That night when we went to bed, he asked me if I wanted to fuck a black man.
My answer of course was, "I don't think so!" And he took time to show me the magazine and as I paged through it, I was aware of how turned on he was. He was squeezing my tits and rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. I admit that it was stimulating as I looked at the well endowed black men and their pretty, white women.
The pictures were very graphic and each one showed the large, black cock making it's way into every opening the women had. The positions they were in was not new to me, but the sight of the black cock had a profound effect on me. A while later, Leon still working his magic on me, lifted my leg, draped it over his hip and slipped his cock into me. As his cock surged in and out, he kept up a steady barrage of sexy talk, intermingled with lots of kissing and pinching my nipples.
"You really want to fuck a black cock, don't you? Would you like to suck it? I bet you would like it, honey!" Needless to say, I wasn't answering him, but my mind was racing at a rapid pace. A few minutes later, he rolled on top of me and started fucking me in earnest. I threw my arms around his neck, sucked his tongue into my mouth and began my climb to the top of the peak. Thrusting my hips wildly, I threw my pussy up to him, enjoying the rhythmic, Slap, slap, slap as he pounded his cock into me.
I let out a loud groan as my orgasm ripped through me, and I lifted my ass to receive every inch he had. With his cock buried so deep, I could feel my cunt clasping around his shaft, squeezing it tightly in convulsive jerks as I felt the hot sperm hit the walls of my cunt. We lay there for several moments as the cock throbbed and squirted, my cunt seemed to be trying to suck it deeper. Leon kept his tongue deep in my mouth and for some reason, I found myself wondering what a black cock would feel like.
I admit that the thought went through my mind several times over the next two weeks, and Leon never let up on his sexy talk about how he would like to see me fucking and sucking a black cock. The magazine was also a turn on. I found myself going into the bedroom several times during the day while Leon was at work, and looking at the pictures of well hung black men, with their hard cocks buried inside a willing, white woman's pussy.
Although, I still wouldn't admit it to Leon, I was beginning to fantasize about what I would like to do with a black cock. As the days passed, Leon continued to fantasize with me about it and as the second week of our fantasy passed, I realized that I was a lot closer to saying yes to his inquiries of fucking a black man, Although I still wouldn't admit it to him.
On Friday morning, as I kissed Leon good-bye, he told me to be ready for a surprise. When I asked him what he meant, He just smiled and said I would find out tonight. I was sure the surprise he had in mind was that another friend of his would be coming to spend some time with us. I know the thought of "What if he brings a black man home?" was a constant, nagging question. We had been swinging with several of his male friends before, so it wasn't anything unusual for him to "surprise" me with another one of his friends. I just wondered which one it would be.
I admit that I found myself fantasizing about different friends that he had brought home to me, and wondered which one it would be. I rushed through my house work and prepared a light meal in preparation of our guest. With the house and meal in order, I set a bottle of wine to chill. Now, I could devote the rest of the afternoon to getting myself in order.
I ran a tub of warm water, added my favorite bubble bath, and settled down to enjoy the overall sensation of warmth seeping through me. I spent longer than expected in the tub, but rushed a little with drying myself and applying the body lotion to make up for it. As I prepared myself physically, I was also preparing myself mentally. As I watched myself in the mirror, I saw the reflection of a young woman, Attractive enough to draw stares from a few women, as well as men.
After fixing my hair and applying my make up, I was faced with the decision of "What to wear?" I chose a thin pair of pale blue, bikini panties and matching bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, clad only in Bra and panties, I wondered if the men in my life ever gave it a thought of what effort it took to keep myself attractive to their gaze.
"Damn!" I thought, seeing the outline of my pubic hair showing plainly through the fabric and the rigid nipples on my breasts poking out through the thin Bra. Why do we wear these things when they do not hide anything? But, I already knew the answer to that, and accepted my role as a woman who tries to please her voyeuristic husband. Taking a last look at myself, I went to my closet and selected my light blue lounging pajamas.
I really liked them as they fit snug around my breasts, waist and hips, then fell away in loose folds of soft, warm material all the way down to my ankles. As I ran the zipper up my front, I noted again of how little the fabric hid, showing my swelling hips, waist and ample breasts, topped with a very erect nipple. Slipping on a pair of open toed house shoes, I went to my mirror and took a long last look at myself. I was as ready as I could be, and accepted my appearance as satisfactory.
As I passed into the kitchen, I noted that the time was ticking away far more rapidly than I expected. I made last minute changes and adjustments to the house and table, then sat down to await my "Surprise!" I admit that this time of extreme anticipation was very exciting to me, and found myself wishing that they would hurry up their arrival. My heart beat faster as I heard the garage door open and close, followed by the sounds of two car doors closing. Whomever he had brought home, would soon not be a mystery.
I stood up, straightening my attire and turned to meet our guest. I didn't realize it, but I had stopped breathing for a few seconds as I stared into the smiling face of a black man of about 30 years of age. As Leon introduced me to Ray, I was taken by his wide smile and such white teeth, but also by the deep rich blackness of his skin.
Leon grinned at me as I reached to take Ray's hand, welcoming him to our home. A gasp from me, brought a smile to his face again as I realized that I had forgotten to breath. Somewhat embarrassed by it, I lead them into the living room, sat them down, and asked if they wanted a glass of wine before dinner. An affirmative answer sent me into the kitchen, and when I returned with three glasses of wine I noted that Leon had moved to the chair across the room and left only the sofa for me to sit beside Ray.
I served Ray, Leon and sat the tray on coffee table. Taking my own glass, I sat on the sofa beside Ray. Looking intently at me, Ray lifted his glass in a toast, saying. "To the beautiful young Lady who has welcomed me into her home, and to my good friend, Leon, a true friend, indeed!" I admit I was a bit embarrassed, but also flattered by his remark.
As we visited, I was impressed by Rays wit and humor and was beginning to be very relaxed with him. I knew that he was very much aware of what Leon had planned for the evening, but instead of being embarrassed or reluctant, I found myself becoming more intrigued by what lay ahead. A slow and casual conversation during Dinner went far to relax the atmosphere, but I was still a bit uncertain.
After dinner, Ray and Leon helped clear the table as I put dishes into the dish washer. I was very much aware of the approving looks that Ray sent my way and when we returned to the living room, I sat beside Ray as Leon served us a little more "After dinner wine." Ray and I chatted easily about casual things, which surprised me, because there had been no overtly sexual looks or talk out of him. Which seemed unusual for the circumstances, given by the fact that he had been invited to fuck me.
Several times during the evening, Leon had whispered in my ear, asking what I thought of Ray. My answers were affirmative, which made Leon smile happily. As we finished our wine, Leon turned the stereo on, starting a selection of romantic mood music, and suggested that we dance. I walked into his arms and as we danced, he whispered in my ear that tonight was my night to experience anything I wanted to with Ray. I admit that hearing my husband saying that turned me on greatly.