Here is another comparatively tame interracial experience that I thought I would share with you. From these events you can start to see how a white southern wife and mom could end up in an inevitable spiral toward becoming sexually obsessed with black men.
My first sexual experience with black men was letting three black men fondle and kiss my breasts while my husband Bob watched and took pictures. That experience only left both of us wanting more. Bob spent endless hours looking at interracial porn online, and now he had some pictures of his own. He loved to look at the pictures he took of the black men's hands on my large soft milky white breasts. Meanwhile, I fantasized about black men fucking me every time Bob and I had sex.
On the way home from work every day Bob passed a Tattoo studio and piercing shop. This shop was sort of special in that it was in a mostly black part of town and had a mostly black staff and clientele. One day while taking to me on his cell phone while driving home Bob asked me if I wanted to go to this Tattoo studio and piercing shop to see about getting my nipples pierced. I told Bob I wasn't interested in getting my nipples pierced. Then Bob told me the real reason he wanted me to go, he said he the staff there is all black men. Now I knew what Bob was up to, he wanted to have another chance to see and take pictures of a black man handling my white breasts. I still told him I wasn't interested in getting my nipples pierced. Bob pleaded with me "just let the black guy show you what he would do, you don't need to actually have it done, just chicken out at the last minute." That sounded like a reasonable plan to me, one that would allow me to have another black man touch my body, something I now desperately craved.
Saturday morning arrived and I squeezed my body into my size 16 jeans, tucked my somewhat saggy but all-natural 44DD breasts into a white satin under wire bra, I slipped on a tight white t-shirt over that, and I chose a casual pair of brown leather sandals with a medium heel. Bob grabbed his digital camera and we headed into town. When we arrived at the studio I asked Bob if he was sure we should do this, he replied that it was too late to back down now.
When we entered the studio we were greeted by a young black man that didn't look to be more that 18 or 19. Bob explained to him that I was interested in getting my nipples pierced. "Ok" he replied, "I'll take you back to see Ahmed." We followed the young man to the back of the large open room, divided only by four foot high cubicle walls. We got to the back of the room and the young man said "Ahmed, these fine people are interested in nipple piercing today."
"Ahmed is my name" he said as he shook Bob's hand and then mine. Ahmed was about six feet tall, was fit looking, he had a little bit of a beer belly, and he had very dark skin. "Have a seat, so is it both of you or just one of you?"
