I wrote this story in 2002.
It's 10:30 am, and my stomach is doing backflips. I'm aboard a Northwest Airlines flight into Detroit Metro Airport after a one-week business trip to California, but I'm not airsick or white-knuckled. I'm thinking about my wife, who I will see in just a few minutes at the terminal.
I met Lucia at a party in college. She was a transfer student, a little bewildered and unsure of herself, a little lost and friendless at the big university. Her big, dark eyes appealed to me immediately. I wanted to get lost in that long, brown hair of hers, and to feel the big breasts I felt certain were hidden by her loose, puffy blouse.
I took her under my wing, helped her get established and settled in her new place. Pretty soon we were in her bed, our tongues searching each others' mouths, my hands on her big, soft nipples. She was not technically a virgin, but she might as well have been; I brought her to the clinic to get her first birth control pills, and I was the first man to bring her to orgasm.
We were deeply in love (we're STILL deeply in love!) and almost immediately we started making plans to spend our lives together. We were married right after graduation.
Along the way, since I wasn't keeping secrets from her, I showed her my porn collection: three boxes of magazines I had accumulated over a number of years, six or seven videos, a few hundred jpegs. Most of these, including all the videos, featured black men fucking white women.
This surprised her a lot, but I explained that I found them exciting. We watched the videos together on our new big-screen TV: I had my arm around her and held her hand. Whenever a black man with a huge erect penis came into view, she clutched my hand tightly, and watched intently as the hard black cock slowly penetrated a pretty woman's vagina or anus.
After just a few such scenes, I could smell her juices, and I knew they had soaked right through her panties. I reached for her cunt, and pretty soon we were engaged in incredibly passionate lovemaking.
It was obvious that she had never seen such a large penis before. What a contrast with my own little five-inch dick! I knew she wasn't likely to express this, for fear of hurting my feelings, but I quietly encouraged her. And every week or so, we watched one of the interracial sex videos that we both found so exciting. It always led to very intense sex.
After we had seen all of them a few times, we decided that I should buy some more videos. I was afraid she'd suggest we get some with WHITE guys for a change, so I said, with feigned casualness, "More interracial ones like these?" "Oh, yes!" she said. I was suddenly hard as a rock.
I suppose it was pretty obvious what we were both thinking and fantasizing about, but we talked around it for quite a while. She began to talk admiringly about black men, including one of her co-workers, movie actors, guys we saw on the street.
We were resting on the beach one time at Lake Michigan when a middle-aged black guy flopped down on the blanket next to ours. He lay on his back for a while, resting, and the shape of his big penis was clearly outlined in the front of his bathing suit. Lucia was transfixed by the sight, and stared at it for at least ten minutes.
I took her back to the motel right after that, and we made lusty love. While I was on top, fucking her, I finally said it out loud. I kissed her hard and said, smiling, "You'd really like to have that beach guy's huge cock inside you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" she cried out, and came immediately.
"I'd like to see it too," I told her afterward. "That's MY fantasy. I'd like you to get really well-fucked, by a big, black cock." Her face registered surprise, but her head nodded rapidly.
Now we could openly discuss it. When we watched the porn videos after that, we visualized Lucia in the events onscreen, and we talked about how excited we got at each step. "Look at how that big dong is really stretching her! - I bet you'd like to feel that stretched." The phrase we kept using was "well-fucked", which implicitly meant, not by my little weenie, but by a long, thick, dark, black cock.
Lucia noticed that most of the white women who appeared in these interracial-sex movies had most or all of their pubic hair shaved off. Certainly a clean-shaven pubic area revealed more to the camera. Or possibly black men preferred women with hairless cunts. In some ways, pubic hair stood for "innocence" while clean-shaven meant "slut," and the women in these movies are probably proud sluts.
Whatever the reason, Lucia began to consider the idea of shaving her own. Certainly it would make her more like the women in the videos. I asked her to hold off for a while to let me think about it.
It was inevitable that Lucia's shy, giggling interest in black guys and their endowments would give her away. Her black co-worker, Derrick, big, handsome and muscular, began to spend more time with her, and took her to lunch one day. Lucia was so nervous and euphoric about this that she could hardly work all afternoon, and she told me all about it.
I encouraged her to keep this up, and pretty soon Lucia and Derrick were going to lunch together almost every day. They were becoming good friends - but Derrick didn't make any sexual advances. Of course, he knew Lucia was married.
Derrick shared a house with several other guys. No doubt he would find it awkward to seduce a married white woman in front of his housemates. And he certainly didn't want to come to our house while I was around. To help get this thing started, I needed to take myself out of the picture temporarily. Even then, it might not work, but it was worth a shot.
I arranged to go to a trade show in Los Angeles for a week, while Lucia stayed home. It would be a busy and productive week for me; I made plenty of contacts in advance.
But I needed to prepare Lucia as well. I didn't intend to tell her the real reason I was traveling.
Before I left, I gave her a present - a "personal electric shaver" which was specially designed for a woman's pubic region. She blushed and murmured, "I see you want me to go hairless!"
"Not yet," I said. "I don't want to see you hairless until you have taken a black cock in your pussy."
She gasped at that, but then we embraced, and kissed, and even before our clothes came off, she agreed.
Lucia's soft brown pubic hair was now a tangible symbol of virginity, of a kind: that she had never been penetrated all the way in. I had plowed the first five inches, but beyond that, her pussy was virgin territory.
When that deepest part of her vagina was finally penetrated by a big, black penis, she would officially join the ranks of the proud, well-fucked sluts, like the female stars of the interracial-sex videos. And then, with the shaver I had given her, she would lose her baby muff.
Of course it could be years, if ever, before my shy wife opened her pretty legs to another guy.
I flew off to Los Angeles with my heart thumping, but soon I was deeply engaged in business, as I knew I would be. It was more than a day later when I phoned her to say hi.
When I heard her voice, I was raging to ask, how was it going? - has he fucked you? - has he even tried? But I kept my voice steady, avoided the direct questions, and she was noncommittal as always. Of course these conversations made me rock-hard, and I masturbated to fantasies of Lucia.
On the fifth evening, I called at 7:00 pm - that's 10:00 pm Michigan time - and she wasn't home. That was odd. But I was going out to dinner with a group, and then to a couple of parties, and didn't get back to my hotel until 11:30 pm. I debated calling her then, but it was already 2:30 am her time, so I reluctantly refrained.
The next day, I called her at her office, but she wasn't there. I tried her at home, and she answered the phone. She explained vaguely that she had gone out with some friends the night before, and she was taking the day off work. She was really looking forward to seeing me, and of course I was just crazy to see her again. We reconfirmed the flight and arrival time at the airport.
Okay, so now I'm getting off the plane, trying to remain calm and focused. Finally, there she is! I drop my bag. We have our traditional wild moment of greeting.
Then she presses a plastic ziploc bag into my hand. It contains a bunch of curly brown hair.
I am momentarily speechless. My plan worked - I am now a cuckold! My heart pounds. I feel green with jealousy, almost seasick, but my penis has never been this hard before. I look again at the precious baggie.
"You shaved your pubic hair!" I say unnecessarily.
"No," she says, smiling. "HE did."
******
Starting in the car on the way home, she told me what happened.
She and Derrick were already planning to go to lunch together. With great trepidation, she invited him to lunch at our house. Of course, he accepted.
Lucia prepared and served lunch in the kitchen. On the counter, in plain sight, within easy reach as he waited for lunch, was the "personal electric shaver" I had bought for her. It was pink and could hardly be mistaken for something a man would use on his own beard. It was plainly designed to get into narrow spaces. Lucia didn't say whether she had left it out on purpose, but I certainly didn't put it there.
Derrick picked up the shaver and looked at it. "You shave your pubes?" he said casually.
"I haven't yet," said Lucia.
"You just use this for the bikini line thing?" he asked.
"I haven't used it at all."
"Oh, you just now got it?"
"My husband gave it to me." Lucia sank into the chair next to Derrick.