In case you are not familiar with my relationship with Stacy, we are an interracial couple married to other people. Stacy is black, and I am white. We have been seeing each other for over five years, and this is one of our stories.
Stacey called me early Friday morning at work; she normally would wait until Friday night, unless she was feeling particularly horny or mischievous. âWhatâs the story âSisterâ?â I said to her sarcastically, she answered me âNothing my âBrotherâ, and we both broke into hysterics. It had been about 3 weeks since we had last been together, and that is normally when one of us or both of us come up with some real funky things to do.
Ever since we both got married, we have been mostly relegated to motel/hotel rooms for obvious reasons. Her husband Mike travels from time to time for work. When Stacy asked âwhat time I was coming overâ (to her house) I was a little startled. âIs Michael out of townâ I asked, she just giggled and said âmaybeâ. In all our time together, we have never had a third person join us, we have discussed it but the issue was always dropped. We could never find the right person or combination for our time together. One of the fantasies we shared, and this one was my idea, was to get head from her while she was on all fours and getting âitâ from behind.
If you have read âbooty callâ, you would know that I am in love with Stacyâs huge breasts and the way they swing and bounce drives me crazy. Stacy also makes the most erotic sounds and faces when she is being fucked, and from the position I described above, we could both enjoy some of our favorite things about sex at the same time. Recently, we have both come to the realization that Stacy is submissive, and loves to be dominated. That being said, one of the fantasies she has shared with me is to have her best friend Jamie join us. Jamie is a very strong opinionated woman, and Stacy has always said she would love it if Jamie would âboss her aroundâ, and tell us what she wanted to see us do together. Stacy said she would love to have Jamie force her head up and down on my cock, so she could feel helpless, or have Jamie sit on her face and hold her legs open while I fucked her.
I could only hope that one of these two fantasies was what had Stacy so anxious about tonight. My head was spinning after we got off the phone. What could she have planned? Jamie lives in Boston, and I knew there was no way Michael was involved, let alone knew what we have been up to. She told me to be at her house around 9:00 p.m. I just sat there and tried to put it out of my mind or I wouldnât have got any work done.
As I pulled up to Stacy and Michaelâs house, I was a little nervous because Michaelâs car was in the driveway, but he usually hired a car when he traveled so that is what I assumed. I rang the front doorbell, and I almost vomited when Michael answered the door. He must have seen the color drain from my face, because he said, âDamn, I didnât think a white boy could get any whiterâ. I tried to gain my composure as he started to laugh. I heard Stacy call from behind him to let me in before I passed out. I made it to the living room sofa and sat down, and Stacy asked me if I wanted a beer or a glass of wine. I needed to calm down, and I didnât think beer would do the trick, so I said wine. Stacy and Michael left the room together and when they came back with the drinks, they both sat down.
Stacy explained to me that she had found an âErotic Lettersâ magazine of Michaels in the garage, and that all of the stories seemed to be about men sharing their wives, or swinging and swapping, etc⊠She also explained that when she confronted him about it, she asked him if he had that fantasy. Michael chimed in, and said that at first he didnât think he did, but after they talked about it, they had great sex and he realized that it was a fantasy he wanted to make reality. They had talked about it for almost a month and a half, and I was a little pissed that Stacy never told me about this, after all, we have been friends since high school. They went on to tell me that of the people that they had discussed, my name kept coming up because Stacy and had known each other so long and we dated âBeforeâ they got married. Michael and I have also become friends over the years having both played college baseball in Florida. Although we played for different teams, our paths crossed quite often at the various baseball camps and tournaments we attended.