The following is a true account of how my wife, and I got involved in two interracial relationships with black men. It started way back in nineteen seventy-three and lasted until nineteen eighty-eight. It started out as innocent curiosity and became intense and consumed our lives for many years. We never regretted it for a moment.
Please know every experience happened for real many times over. I never got jealous and the more she enjoyed herself the more I got off on it.
The First BBC Experience - I nor my wife have shared these experiences with anyone. This is the perfect forum to share anonymously, and hope others can learn and enjoy while reading. It all started in nineteen seventy-three when my wife was twenty-two years old, and I was twenty-eight years old, we were married for two and a half years.
My wife stands about five feet ten inches tall, medium build, great breasts with green eyes. She has a bubble butt that attracts men especially black men. We talked and fantasized about having a threesome with a black man but had to figure out who we wanted to share ourselves with. By chance a university classmate of mine called to say he was going to be in town for a few days and asked if he could crash at our place.
We said sure but he would have to sleep on the couch because it's a one-bedroom apartment. This was fine with him. His name is Jon. He's black and stands about five feet eleven inches tall with an average build.
After agreeing to have Jon stay with us for a few days I asked my wife what she thought of seducing Jon while he was visiting. She said she had an open mind but would have to see if the chemistry was right. I let her know that Jon was popular with the ladies at school. Reputation was he was well endowed. I think this planted a seed in her mind that later would sprout some bountiful fruit.
A few weeks went by, Jon arrived. The first night we went to dinner, and he got to know my wife. That night Jon slept on the couch. The following night we cracked open a bottle of wine and had a few glasses. We wanted to watch something on TV and the only TV was in our bedroom. I opened another bottle of wine and came back to the bedroom and Jon was lying next to Catherine. I filled their glasses and got on the bed on the other side of Catherine.
After we finished the wine, I looked Catherine in the eyes, and she nodded her head yes. At that point I started to gently rub and fondle one of her breasts. It took Jon about ten minutes to realize what I was doing. By this time Catherine's nipple was getting erect. I could see Jon was a little uncomfortable wondering what was going on.