I awakened with a dull headache and a cottony mouth, proof certain of excessive imbibing of the fermented grape and the evil weed last night. I blinked and squinted into the bright morning light streaming in through the sliding glass door that leads out to the bedroom patio. The blue, acrylic hot tub sunken into the deck was uncovered and wisps of heat vapors danced above it. I didn’t remember getting into it but obviously someone had removed the cover at some point during the evening, probably one of the two men who had been here partying with my wife. The three of them had still been going at it when I finally tired of watching and fell asleep sometime in the early morning hours.

At the moment, and in my condition, that tub looked very inviting. Turning my gaze back into the room, I smiled with remembrance of their activities as I took in the sight of my naked wife curled up beside me, a soft, pale, voluptuous sexpot even with her makeup completely sexed away and her blond hair in tangles. One sheer black nylon lay twisted in the sheets between us, making me wonder idly, which of her lovers had finally pulled her hose off those shapely legs. She’d still been wearing heels and hose when I dozed off, her legs wrapped around the black guy’s back, fucking him for the third or fourth time.

My god! A black guy! My lovely, middle-aged, Louisiana belle had actually fucked a black guy. Watching her sleep, I smiled to myself with the smug satisfaction that Charles and I had been able to persuade her to do it. Her white lover, Charles, a CPA she had been screwing on a regular basis for a couple of years, had brought this black guy, Tommy, with him last night. And after some initial reluctance, Blondie had let her libido override her southern upbringing and had fucked the young man. With restrained enthusiasm at first, I recalled, but once he got that huge black dick in her, my wife had fucked him willingly, definitely enjoying her new experience.

Hallelujah! My little white sexpot had finally gotten some black cock! And it had certainly proved to be everything we’d heard it was. The young man was hung like the proverbial horse and he knew how to use his heavy equipment. Blondie had fucked him bareback, too, no rubbers; his first load had been huge and she’d even teased with me about the possibility of a potent young black stud getting her pregnant. Now, reflecting on that in a more sober, morning-after mood, it didn’t seem quite so humorous. But, it had been her choice. She’d told me, while cleaning herself up from their first coupling, that it had been deliciously exciting to let a black man cum in her. For a white woman from an old southern family, fucking a black man was the quintessence of decadence and depravity. And she’d let him do it at least two more times that I knew of, perhaps more after I fell asleep.

Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was almost ten o’clock and got up to make coffee. Standing there somewhat unsteadily in the kitchen, I looked first at the coffee maker, then at the array of liquor bottles still sitting out on the bar and said, “What the hell, it’s Saturday,” and proceeded to make a hot, spicy bloody mary in a very large frosted mug, just a little hair of the dog. I noticed a joint, three-quarters unsmoked, sitting in a full ashtray on the kitchen counter. With another, “What the hell,” I fired it up and headed for the hot tub with my drink. As I slid the patio door open I heard,

“Mmmm, Sugar, I could use one of those.”

Blondie was stretching and yawning when I turned and asked,

“You mean the drink or the doobie?”

After a moment’s consideration, she smiled and replied, “Both, Darlin’, both.”

I walked around the bed and handed her the joint. I put the bloody mary down on her bedside table and headed back into the kitchen to build another drink. Rejoining her on the bed, I leered at my little bottle-blond sexpot and inquired somewhat smugly,

“So, did you have a good time last night, Sweetheart?”

I was totally unprepared for her response, a quickly snapped,

“I don’t want to talk about it, OK?”

Now this was totally contrary to our normal, morning-after-a-sex-party routine. Usually, we’d do just what we’d started here this morning, smoke a joint, drink bloody marys, and fuck while Blondie told me all about how much fun she'd had the night before and what particular things she and her lovers had done that she’d really enjoyed. I asked cautiously,

“Something wrong, Babe? You don’t feel so good, maybe? Hung over, hmmm?”

She didn’t look at me as she shook her head and responded,

“I’m sore as hell, but that’s not it. I just don’t feel like talking about it, OK? Can we just get in the hot tub and relax, hunh?”

And that’s what we did; with no further talk of the milestone events of the night before. Sadly, I concluded that my fantasies of endless new sexual adventures with Blondie and black guys had been premature. Apparently, my hot little sexpot wife, who’d eagerly fuck another man while I watched, even a total stranger, was not enough of a slut to overcome her southern heritage and the deeply ingrained prejudices that went with it. Diplomatically, I dropped the subject entirely and did not mention it again. Charles called later in the afternoon wanting to know when Blondie wanted an encore performance and was extremely disappointed when informed of the situation.

Imagine my complete surprise a few weeks later, when, while we were having sex one night, Blondie asked in a tone of sweet innocence,

“I don’t suppose you’ve made contact with any other black guys have you?”

She was on top, her lovely conical breasts swaying above me as she rode me steadily. I looked up into her pretty face, with my stunned surprise obviously showing. Blondie, acknowledging my amazed reaction, gave me a wicked smile and confessed,

“I know, I know; I acted like a silly little bitch about it afterwards, but, god, Sugar, every time I think about that night my pussy gets wet and I get so fucking horny.”

As evidence of the truth of her admission, she ground her cunt into my pelvis with increasing pressure and moaned. I said nothing, letting her carry it. Suddenly, she sat up straight, cupped her breasts and smiled down at me lewdly as she thumbed her nipples. With her hips working insistently, she whispered,

“Oooh, yeah, Sugar, your sweet little ol’ southern gal wants you to find her some more big black dick, OK? I’m sure you don’t have a problem with that, do you now, Love?”

I was still stunned, but growing inwardly delirious as she smiled naughtily and purred,

“It’s got to be someone besides Tommy, OK? I don’t want to fuck him again cause he’s not all that attractive, but I do want to fuck another black guy. And with no Charles around this time either, just me, my husband and a black guy, OK? How ‘bout it, Sugar, think you can find another black stud for your hot little wife?”

She directed a smoldering gaze into my eyes and murmured, “Hmmm?”

Finally regaining my voice, I croaked up to her that I‘d made no effort to find any other black guys because I thought she didn't want to do that again. She responded in a sultry voice,

“Well, at first I didn't, Sugar, but every time I think about that night, I just feel so wicked and depraved my pussy just absolutely starts creaming, you know? I’ve just finally had to be honest with myself and admit that I really did like it.”

With a decadent smile and an insistent rocking of her hips, she groaned huskily,

“And I did, god almighty, I loved it, Baby! I loved feeling that big ol’ black cock cumming in me. Nothing’s ever made me that hot before but I was just too hung up to show it. So I want to try it again but with someone different, a better-looking guy than Tommy, OK? Find someone a little nicer looking, OK? Think you can find your little ol’ hot pants wife a nice-looking black guy to fuck, hmmm, can you, Sweetie?”

Could I find her another black guy to fuck? Do cats have asses and wild bears shit in the woods? Hell yes, I could find her another black lover! Delighted with my new assignment, I pledged my full attention to the task, promising her that I would find a nice looking guy for her next interracial encounter. Hearing that, my little sexpot proceeded to ride me to a feverish climax, not even trying to hide that she was fantasizing that it was a black dick inside her.

The very next day I submitted an ad to a swinger's publication advertising a "Short, stacked, beautiful, buxom, blond, married, white female, 36, 5’2, 120 lb., seeking well endowed black males for sexy fun while hubby watches." As soon as the new issue was published a couple of weeks later, we got several, quick responses, but none from our immediate area. I noted that, among the hundreds of ads in the magazine, there weren’t more than a couple of ads, besides ours, in any of the southern states, for white women seeking black men. In fact many of the ads specified, “No blacks!” We seemed to be engaging in a rather rare form of swinging, still a taboo, still a forbidden pleasure not acceptable to most swingers in the South. I showed the responses to Blondie to let her select her second black lover. She did so without hesitation, further evidence of her eagerness to engage in more illicit, interracial sex as quickly as possible.

Roosevelt, Blondie’s Second Black Stud

This gentleman’s given name was Roosevelt and he lived in Miami where I frequently traveled on business. When Blondie had read his letter and examined his somewhat fuzzy photo she had declared him to be the “cutest one” and confirmed herself ready to meet him for a motel party. I quickly altered my business travel itinerary and set up a meet for the following week. On the flight down, we flew first class, consuming enough champagne to have a buzz on by the time we arrived at our suburban Miami motel. Blondie immediately took a shower and began getting dressed for our guest. Following my own shower, I sat in my robe, drink in hand, and watched her getting ready. I silently rejoiced at my incredible good fortune, that this voluptuous little slut, with her lovely breasts and that sexy little swell to her belly was my wife. For a voyeur to find such a gorgeous woman who also enthusiastically embraced the exhibitionist, slutwife role, ready and willing, even eager, to let her husband watch her have sex with other men, was a stroke of immense good luck. I sat there wallowing in my good fortune that here she was, once again gleefully preparing herself to be desirable for a total stranger, a black stranger.

Blondie was standing before the mirror, wearing a pink and white shelf bra with tiny flowers and a matching garter belt and bikini panties. Her white, high-topped, mesh opera hose encased her shapely legs up to her groin and tapered down into pink, spike-heeled, ‘come-fuck-me’ pumps. Wearing glossy hot pink lipstick to complete the look, she resembled a scrumptious, mouthwatering bakery confection, ready to be devoured. Her breasts were jiggling soft cones, nestled in the open cups of the shelf bra with her rosy nipples exposed. Aware I was watching, she winked into the mirror as she used her forefinger to dab some hot pink lipgloss around the tips of her breasts. She smiled at me and said,

“Bubble gum flavor, think he’ll like the taste?”

I just smiled my response as I stood up and stepped in behind her, our eyes meeting in the mirror. I let my gaze move up and down her reflected image, drinking it all in. Although my Blondie’s hair was platinum (of course), you could clearly see the dark brown vee of her true hair color through her sheer white panties. My wife’s given name was Belinda, but she had become Blondie to her friends from the first day she bleached her hair in high school and the appellation had stuck. Now, even her family called her Blondie. When she lifted her arms to arrange an out-of-place, platinum wisp, I slipped my arms under hers and cupped her exposed breasts lightly. Her nipples were immediately hard against my palms and I smiled knowingly at her in the mirror.

“Oooh, Mama’s ready for her black stud, hmmm,” I murmured.

She smiled lasciviously, her even, white teeth and her large brown eyes sparkling, and purred,

“Feel my pussy, Sugar, and you tell me, hmmm?”

I dropped my right hand and slid it beneath the filmy fabric of her panties. Her pussy was dripping wet and I grinned,

“Well, if he’s not too big, he shouldn’t have any problem getting it in you.”

She grinned back at me and cooed,

“No, horny as I am, Sugar, if he’s that big he’ll probably have a harder time getting it back out.”

Tilting her head, she gave me a pensive look in the mirror and asked,

“Baby, we don’t know anything about this guy. Should I make him wear a rubber? Did you even bring any?” to which I replied,

“Sure, there’s some in my briefcase, out in the trunk of the car; want me to get them?”

She was thoughtful for a moment before smiling wickedly and answering,

“Well, no, not really, Baby; you know me, I’d much rather fuck him without one. It just feels so much better and it definitely makes it more exciting. But it is risky. Tell you what, let’s just wait and see what he’s like, OK?”

She smiled into the mirror again, a naughty girl smile and murmured,

“Course, from what I heard growing up, all that talk about black men being so potent and virile, we might be taking a chance by relying totally on the pill, you know, Honey?”

Standing close behind her with my hands resting on the lacey garter belt riding her flaring hips, I bent and nuzzled the top of her pretty head. Her scent was intoxicating and I thought if this guy doesn’t get here pretty soon I’m going to fuck her myself. I smiled into the mirror and replied,

“It’s your call, Baby; I’ll go out and get the rubbers if you want them.”

She pushed her soft ass back against me and twisted her head around so the she was looking up at me and purred sexily,

“Don’t you want to watch him cum in me, Baby? Think about that, Sugar. Don’t you want to see a big ol’ black stud cum in your little wife, hmmm? I bet that’ll make the show a whole lot sexier for you, you know?”

I just grinned at her and she turned back to the mirror and gave me another naughty smile and murmured softly,

“Truth is, Sugar, that’s one of the things that made it so exciting with Tommy, knowing in the back of my mind that letting him cum in me was risky, real risky, you know, Baby?”

Twisting around in my arms, she put her hands up to my face, pulled me down and kissed me lightly. Then she gave me a quick teasing tongue probe before pulling back and confessing,

“Oooh, Baby, I couldn’t believe it. He got his nuts off every time we fucked and when he did, it felt so fucking exciting, Sugar. Think about it me, little ol’ Blondie from Baton Rouge, always taught to be polite to black folks but never, ever socialize with them and there I was, lying there on my back, letting a young black stud cum in me! God, it’s making my pussy tingle just talking about it and thinking about how naughty I’m being again here tonight.”

It was easy to understand her excitement. Blondie’s closest encounters with black people had been with her parent’s housekeeper, Eudora, and her husband, Samuel, who kept their home and yard for them for countless years. They had been with them so long that they were like family, but still, there was always that silently unacknowledged, social separation, accepted and observed by both sides. Blondie had once confessed to me that, as a teenager, she had thought one of their sons, Nelson, was cute because he was quite a football star, but she would never, ever, even have considered acting on her feelings. While Blondie enrolled in LSU, Nelson had gone on to play football at a small black college in Louisiana and Tulane Law School. I idly wondered how she’d feel about Nelson now, after her epiphany with Tommy. I just smiled with that thought, but said nothing. My thoughts returned to Blondie, who was grinning wickedly as she held out her arm and said,

“Will you look at that, Sugar? Your little ol’ white wife is getting goose bumps all over just talking about getting knocked up by some big ol’ potent, black stud!”

I grinned and joked, “Probably some deeply suppressed sexual aberration found only in southern white girls, some deep-seated urge for those milky white little magnolias to get dusted with some of that potent prohibited pollen, hmmm?”

Blondie feigned a slap to my cheek, grinned and said,

“OK, you smartass, you won’t be joking if some young black stud does get me pregnant.”

Then with a more thoughtful expression she said,

“You know, Baby, I sweated out my period after I screwed Tommy and when I was a few days late I was almost frantic at first. I kept remembering what a big load he shot in me that first time,” she paused for a second and finished, “And how deep, Sugar, he shot it in there real deep.”

Looking directly in my eyes, Blondie murmured,

“You know, the truth is, Sugar, after about my third late day, I started to think like, “So what if he has knocked me up; I can always terminate the pregnancy as long as I don’t let it go too long.” And you know what? I started to get all hot and bothered thinking about it. You were up in Atlanta, so I went home, got out that big black dildo you brought back from L.A., and made myself cum about a dozen times pretending I was fucking black guys and letting them cum in me.”

Holding her now smoldering eyes on mine, she smiled and said,

“Of course, when I finally did get my period, it was a relief, but I swear I just couldn’t forget how hot I’d gotten thinking maybe I was carrying a black man’s baby. And, you know, Sugar, it made me realize that the risk of Tommy knocking me up was one of the things that had made screwing him so exciting. That’s when I started thinking about having you find me another black guy.”

I looked at Blondie steadily and confessed,

“Baby, know what you mean; I don’t know why, but for some reason I kind of feel the same way; I’ve always worried that your pills might not work and some guy might get you pregnant, but when you fucked Tommy, I actually got a little buzz out of thinking my wife might get knocked up by a black guy, you know? It was actually a turn on which kinda surprises me, you know?”

She was nodding and grinning wickedly at me when there was a light knock at the door; I grinned back and whispered,

“Rubbers, anyone?”

Blondie stuck her tongue out at me as she grabbed a pink and white, body hugging slip from the bed and quickly began pulling it on. She was tugging and smoothing the satiny pink material as I moved to the door. Opening it I was greeted by the sight of a very big, very well built black man wearing a snug black t-shirt and gray slacks. Behind me I heard a delighted little squeal,

“Ooooooh!”

Stepping back, I grinned and with a sweep of my arm gestured for him to enter, quickly closing the door behind him. For a long silent moment, Roosevelt and my wife stood there sizing each other up wordlessly, but both were smiling, both of them obviously delighted. He was devouring my beautiful blond wife with his large brown eyes, and she too, was quite clearly and happily impressed. This guy was indeed a stud, six two or three and muscular, almost blue black, and he was unquestionably attractive. Blondie smiled invitingly at him and cooed,

“Oooh, Baby, you’re good-looking; much, much nicer than that ol’ picture you sent!”

Cutting her eyes at me, she purred sweetly,

“Forget the rubbers, Darlin’”

She smiled at back at Roosevelt as she cooed, “This is gonna be good, Sweetie, real good.”

Glancing back at me she purred,

“You done fine, Sugar, real fine, mmmm, hmmm, real fine. Why don’t you get the man a drink?”

I fixed Roosevelt a drink then fired up a joint, which we all shared while Blondie and our guest sat in the two available chairs, eyeing each other with undisguised lust across the small table. We made a little small talk as we passed the doobie back and forth. I asked him a few questions, such as if he’d had any problems with the traffic or finding the motel. His responses were terse, given in a very deep rumbling bass. Blondie just sat there, silently eyeballing him like she was ready to pounce. When I caught her eye, she beamed like the kid who had just gotten a pony for Christmas; only this lucky girl was getting a stallion, not a pony. When the joint was finished, I gathered the glasses and took them to the bath area to freshen the drinks. I heard Roosevelt’s rumbling bass,
“Why don’ you come ovah heah, Honey?” followed by a girlishly giggled, “Why sure, Baby, thought you’d never ask.”

Upon returning, I found my buxom blond wife sitting on Roosevelt’s lap with her arm around his neck, her hands caressing his muscular arms and shoulders. His very black, left forearm was resting on her soft, creamy thigh with his hand up under her slip. The startling contrast between her Anglo fairness, accentuated by her pink and white lingerie and hot pink lipstick, and this big, rugged looking stud’s coal-black, Negro muscularity was one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed. Roosevelt had to be the biggest man we’d ever met for a party and I knew how much my diminutive wife truly loved to get fucked by big men. I was almost tingling with anticipation; I could only imagine the excitement they felt.

When I handed them their drinks, Blondie took a sip then smiled up at me wickedly and said,

“Oh yeah, you done good, Sugar; you done found your little ol’ wife a big ol’ handsome, black stud to give her some hot, black lovin, oh yes you surely did. Just look at these muscles, Honey.”

Turning back to him, she ran a hand over a massive bicep and fawned,

“Oh yeah, Baby, you are solid muscle; I just love to get fucked by big ol’ strong studs, Lover, don’t I though? We’re gonna have us a good time tonight, Sugar, a real good time, oh yeah.”

Looking into his eyes, Blondie said,

“Baby, I guess I should tell you that I’ve had my share of white men, but I just got my first black dick last month. And guess what?”

Roosevelt grinned from ear to ear and rumbled,

“Bet yo’ hot li’l white ass loved it, Honey.”

Blondie returned his grin, full wattage, and murmured,

“You better believe it, Rosie, you better believe I did!”

Emboldened by my wife’s brashness and crude language, Roosevelt moved his big black arm further under her slip. I knew the moment his finger went in her pussy, because Blondie let out a small, happy groan, moved her left hand to the back of his head, her right to his cheek, then bent her own head down and kissed him very softly, her tongue lightly probing his opening mouth. This was going very well, very well indeed. The night she fucked Tommy, she'd been somewhat put off by his appearance and hadn’t been willing to kiss him at all. Now, Blondie’s second black experience was starting off much better than her first; it looked like Rosie here was in for some very hot fucking tonight. My wife was certainly giving him a very warm welcome, sitting there on his lap kissing him hungrily. She cooperatively spread her legs to allow his long black middle finger to continue probing her pussy. As soon as she spread for him, their kissing became more urgent until she was kissing him hotly and wetly, her tongue caressing his. Tearing her lips from his a few minutes later, she cupped her right breast and guided it into his waiting mouth. When he began to suck, she groaned and spread her legs even wider offering her hungry, white pussy completely to the probing manipulations of those long, thick, black fingers.

After a few more minutes of heated foreplay, Blondie disengaged from her Nubian stud and stood up. One of her favorite tapes had started playing on the boom box and she smiled at her guest and asked coyly,

“Want me to dance for you, Baby?” to which he responded with a toothy grin and a rumbling,

“You know it, Honey!”

I was thrilled that Blondie wanted to dance for this black man, this total stranger she was preparing to submit to sexually. I had fantasized about watching my gorgeous wife dance for this black stranger, wanting to see her tease him a little, give him a good look at all the soft, white goodies he was about to get those big, rough, black hands on, make him appreciate this fine piece of white ass I’d brought down to Miami for his casual use. Arranging her slip back in place, Blondie began moving to the music, smiling at her very attentive guest as her hips began a suggestive, undulating movement to the slow tempo, Bob Seeger song. Crossing her arms in front of her, she slowly pulled the spaghetti straps of her pink slip off her shoulders, dropping them down over her upper arms until her breasts, pushed up and out by the shelf bra were exposed. Her pink, glossy, bubble gum flavored nipples were hard as pencil erasers and she began to thumb them as she moved back and forth in front of Roosevelt.

When the music tempo picked up on the next song, so did my wife’s seductive strutting and prancing. Her eyes were locked on her black lover’s, mesmerizing him as she moved her body enticingly. Dancing in close to her enraptured admirer, she hiked the clingy, pink slip up to her midriff, hooked her thumbs into the tops of her sheer bikini panties and slowly pulled them down below her knees. With her eyes locked on his, she stepped out of the panties and backed away from him, letting him look at her exposed dark bush. Her swollen labia were distended beneath her pubic hairs, offering fleshy pink confirmation of her body’s readiness to accommodate his cock. She danced another couple of numbers, showing off the neat, hirsute pussy that would be all his in just a few more minutes.

Moving in closer to him, Blondie dropped to her knees in front of him and removed his shoes and socks. Unfastening his belt, she tugged his slacks and shorts down from his raised hips and off over his bare feet, exposing his large, hard cock. It wasn’t as long as Tommy’s had been but it was still more than nine inches and very thick. I watched, fascinated as my white wife kneeled, as if in adoration, and began to lick and suck her second big, black dick.

Blondie was in total slut mode now, clearly demonstrating to this black man that she was his for the evening, for whatever pleasures he desired, that her husband’s presence was not a limiting factor. Rather, it was going to add to the excitement; for everything they did tonight would transpire right before her white husband's very eyes. This beautiful, married, blond, white slut wanted to be his personal whore tonight, all his, for his complete sexual gratification, offering herself and her hot, tight, white pussy to him, with her husband’s complete, eager acquiescence. She was offering him not just a willing, but also an enthusiastic receptacle, for his hot, Negro sperm. Tonight, this descendant of slaves was going to plant his potent African seed deep in the belly of this white, southern beauty, herself a descendant of the people who had subjugated his forbears, while her compliant husband watched him do it. How many of his ancestral brothers had looked with lusting eyes on the fair wives and daughters of their masters. Tonight he was going to fulfill their fantasies. Oh yes, tonight he was going to get to give this white bitch the fucking of her life right in front of her honkie husband. I mused that the number of black men who harbored this particular fantasy was probably legend, and tonight, this one very fortunate black man was actually going to do it.

Now I had, by this time, watched my wife have sex with more than thirty different men, on more than twice or three times that many occasions, meaning I had actually watched her get screwed well over a hundred times, and never before had I witnessed anything as erotic as this: my white wife, on her knees between this black man’s spread legs, his hairy black balls cupped in her tiny left hand, her right jacking him off while her hot-pink lips moved up and down the shaft, from purple head back down to balls, kissing, licking and sucking as he moaned with pleasure. It occurred to me that he might come in her mouth, something I would very much like to see, but he surprised me by suddenly sitting upright. Slipping his hands under Blondie’s armpits and lifting her effortlessly to a standing position, he nudged her toward the bed, rumbling,

“C’mon, Baby, I gotta get some a yo’ fine little white pussy.”

As my wife lay back on the bed, she worked the clinging, pink slip up over her hips and spread her legs wide, opening herself up to him. Holding out her arms and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes, she growled throatily,

"Come on Roosevelt, my big strong black stud, fuck me, Baby, oh yeah my hot little white pussy has been soooo hungry for some more big ol’ black dick for soooo long."

I pulled a chair to the side of the bed and before sitting down, leaned over the bed whispered,

“Hey, Babe, you sure about the rubbers?”

Her retort was immediate and loud enough for Roosevelt to hear,

“No rubbers, Sugar, I want to feel it when this big ol handsome hunk gets his nuts off.”

She smiled at Roosevelt, standing naked on the other side of the bed, almost ten inches of erect ebony cock sticking straight out in front him, and said,

“How ‘bout you, Darlin’, you want to put a rubber on that thing? You worried about catching something or getting me pregnant?”

Roosevelt smiled and replied,

“Ain’t worried ‘bout no disease, Pretty Lady, “An it’s you and your ol’ man gotta worry bout me knockin’ yo’ sweet li’l white ass up, Honey, not me!”

Blondie smiled at him and purred seductively,

“Well, Sugar, you heard what I just told my husband didn’t you? C’mon, Baby, get in bed.”

Smiling at her answer, this glistening black behemoth climbed on the bed, and as I watched breathlessly, he embraced my wife, who looked tiny and pale in his massive arms. He rolled between her widespread legs and mounted her upturned bottom as she reached down between them and positioned the head of his cock against her labia. Blondie gasped as those warm, pink, rubbery gates to her womb parted in welcome and quickly engulfed the huge, purplish glans of his penis; in the next moment, five inches or so of his big black cock slid into her creamy, lubricated cunt without hesitation. As it did, she emitted a soft groan and said,

"Oh God, yessss that feels good, so good, Lover; oh, god yes, I’ve been wanting some more black cock for ever since that first night; give it to me, Baby, oh yeah, give me your black lovin’ you big, strong stud."

Blondie began moving her hips in concert with his, the two of them moving slowly at first but picking up the tempo of the music until they had it all the way in and were going at it hard. I was for the second time, watching a black man fuck my wife. However, I was for the first time, watching her really fuck a black man back with total abandon. With Tommy, she’d been somewhat hesitant the first time although she’d become more responsive when he fucked her the second time that night. But she’d been talked into that; this was an entirely different scenario; she was here because she wanted to be here, she had asked to be brought to this black man. So tonight with Roosevelt there was no pretending she didn’t want to do it, so she was letting go completely. She was matching his powerful thrusts with her own hip gyrations, enthusiastically fucking him back, working hard to get that big black dick deep inside her, twisting and squirming her hips, pushing her pelvis against his, seeking his hot seed.

I sat enthralled, amazed that my hot little slut wife could so easily accommodate such a large man. I leaned in closer, so I could hear her talking dirty to her black lover. She was accentuating the racial aspects of what they were doing, telling him how much she wanted his big, black dick to shoot a hot load in her soft white belly while her husband watched. Listening very closely from my chair beside the bed, I heard her whisper,

"Oh yessss, Big Stud, fuck my sweet, little, white pussy good, just like you're doing; oh, God, yeeaaah, fuck me, Baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Your big, black cock feels so good in my white pussy, Baby, so good! I've been wanting to feel your cock in me ever since we got your letter, Stud; I've been so horny waiting for tonight, waiting for your black lovin, Darlin."

I wasn’t sure whether she intended me to hear it or not when, some ten minutes after they started fucking, Blondie ratcheted up the excitement to an even higher level by urging him to make her cum on his cock, telling him quite correctly,

"I wanna cum on your cock, Baby. My husband can’t make me cum with that ol’ white dick but I bet you can, Big Man, cause your dick’s a lot bigger than his. It’s longer, it’s thicker and you fuck better, Baby. I've never cum on a black dick before and I want to; you wanna to be the first black stud to make my sweet little white pussy come, Lover, hmmm, do you?"

Although I wasn’t too thrilled with how she was imparting the information, it was true; Blondie habitually had difficulty achieving orgasm through intercourse, not just with me but with most other guys, too. It rarely happened, and then only when she was extremely excited. I, and her other lovers, normally took care of that problem by eating her pussy, a method that always got results. Of course she was quite adept at achieving orgasm by herself with her “toys” as she referred to her extensive assortment of vibrators. But she was right, he just might be the guy to get her off with his cock; she was certainly hot enough to cum on his cock as she told him,

"I want you to, Rosie, oh yes, Big Man, I want you to make me cum all over your big, black dick with my husband sitting right there watching, Lover, oh yes, make me cum, Darlin', make that white boy’s wife cum all over your big black cock while he just sits over there and jacks off! Show him, Baby, show him! Show him what it takes to satisfy his woman! Show him, Lover!”

Then Blondie surprised me by glancing over at me and winking quickly, probably wanting me to think that she was just talking trash to get him more excited. I reasoned that was probably half the truth. I had a sneaking feeling that my wife was taking full advantage of the situation, getting a perverse little charge from playing up the black male sexual superiority thing and putting her husband down in front of this black man. Although I had to admit, it didn’t really bother me because it was readily apparent to the three of us that it was true. My wife was simply speaking the truth; I wasn’t hung near well enough to compete with this stud sexually nor did I have the inclination; my big turn-on was watching her with other men and she knew that. That’s what made our relationship work so well; I was a voyeur married to a gorgeous tramp who loved to fuck strangers. We were both satisfied with the arrangement. If she taunted me occasionally, so be it. The way she was rubbing it in my face tonight seemed to be having the desired effect on their mating. One thing for certain was that my little Blondie was a very hot number right now as she licked her black lover’s ear and whispered encouragingly,

“Yeah, yeah, yeah you big black stud, you do it, Sugar, you show that white boy what his wife needs to satisfy her, you show him how easy it is for a real man, a black man to make his little ol’ white wife cum and cum and cum!”

She slipped a hand under his chin, turned his face to hers and kissed him with her mouth opened wide and her jaws working as she sucked his tongue. After the prolonged kiss finally ended, she looked over at me, wild eyed with lust and panted,

“Oh god, Baby, I’m glad we did this! This big ol’ black dick feels so good in me! He’s gonna make me cum, Sugar, I can feel it, oh fuck yes, he’s gonna make me cum with his dick!”

Both of them were groaning as they each worked to bring the other to the consummation of this taboo-shattering act. Roosevelt needed no further verbal encouragement; he fucked Blondie hard and deep. From the way she was kissing him and fucking him back, I figured there was an extremely good chance she was going to cum on his cock. Blondie was as hot as I’d ever seen her with any man and I momentarily pondered her earlier confession, wondering to myself if the risk of getting pregnant by this black stud was fueling her heightened passion. That thought sent a delicious little shiver through me. Just then my hot little wife looked over at me again and smiled as she gasped out,

“Yes, yes, yes oh fuck yeeaass! He’s gonna do it! He’s gonna do it! He’s gonna make me cum with his cock, Sugar, he’s gonna make me cum all over his black dick!”

She looked up at him with a triumphant smile and groaned,

“You’re doing it, Lover, oh fuck yes you’re making me cum with your dick, oh fuck yeeaass…”

And with a drawn out wail, she began the initial spasms of orgasm. In response, Roosevelt changed the tempo and direction of his powerful thrusts and began to grind his massive hips against her upturned bottom in a circular fashion, keeping that big, black dick deeply embedded inside her while her small, voluptuous body shook and shuddered again and again with climactic jolts. She was begging him,

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! God, I’m cumming, Baby, I’m cumming! Oh fuck yeeaass I’m cumming! Fuck me Lover fuck me, oh, god yeeaass, fuck me!”

Roosevelt continued his grinding, twisting probing of my squirming wife, making her orgasm again and again. Their sweaty torsos were locked together, moving almost as one until she finally cried out and went limp in his arms. Rising up on thick forearms, he looked down at my wife, smiled happily and rumbled,

“Oooh, Blondie, you is some hot little white honey; I do believe yo tight, little white pussy likes black dick, you think maybe, hmmm? You one little hot mama, that’s fo’ sure, yeah, Baby.”

Blondie put her hands behind his neck and pulled his face down to hers for a gentle kiss. Looking up into his eyes she crooned adoringly,

"So you think maybe, hunh, Stud? Well, I think maybe you just might be right, Baby.”

Glancing over at me, she smiled one of her naughty girl smiles and murmured softly,

“Yeah, Baby, I think maybe Rosie just settled that question once and for all, hmmm?”

Turning back to Roosevelt, she kissed him softly, affectionately and whispered,

“Thank you, Lover, thank you, thank you; that felt really good; it's the first time I’ve ever cum on a black cock and it felt wonderful!”

She gave a little shiver then looked over at me with that naughty smile and purred,

"Wasn’t that hot, Sugar” See, your wife can get her rocks off quick when she’s fucking. It just takes the right man to giving it to her the right way, you know, Baby?

I just smiled and nodded. She asked, “That’s the fastest any man’s ever made me cum, isn’t it?”

Looking up at Roosevelt, who was still grinding his cock into her, she smiled and said,

“Usually it takes me a long time to cum, Baby, but you made it real easy, um hmmm.”

Caressing his cheek she purred,

“Yeah, Baby, I guess we just proved little Blondie can cum when she’s fucking if she’s fucking the right guy, Hmmm? And, Lover, you are definitely the right guy, mmmm, hmmm.”

Looking up into his eyes, my wife traced the outline of his lips with a hot pink finger nail and murmured,

“I’m yours, Lover, your whore for the night, for whatever you want, I’m your woman, OK?”

Roosevelt gave an uneasy glance my direction and she smiled up at him and purred,

“Hey, Baby, it’s OK, don’t worry about him. He likes to watch me get really hot with a guy, you know? Hey, he’s the one brought his wife down here to fuck you didn’t he? So he can’t get bent outta shape just cause you fuck her better than he does, now can he?”

Roosevelt just mumbled something incoherent and my wife continued,

“Don’t sweat it, Big Man, everything’s cool, OK? Now I think maybe it’s your turn, Lover; your little white honey is ready to make you cum, Stud. Your hot little mama wants to feel her big black stud cum in her pussy, Lover, OK? So give it to me, Baby, give me your hot, black lovin', Darlin', give it to me, now! Come on, Sweetie, fill me up with your hot love!"

With that, Blondie pulled his face down and began kissing him feverishly. She crossed and locked her nyloned legs behind those flexing, muscular, ebony buttocks and began thrusting her hips up at him. Within two minutes, this big, powerfully built, coal-black buck was hammering and pounding my wife's soft, white upturned bottom, getting down to the short strokes. Suddenly Blondie’s hand reached out toward me, fingers beckoning. I stood and leaned over the bed, resting on stiffened arms as she looked up at me past his massive shoulder. She smiled joyfully and covered my hand with hers. I bent between my wife and her ebony lover and kissed her; her tongue filled my mouth for a moment then she murmured urgently against my lips,
“He’s going to cum, Baby, he’s going to cum, oh fuck yes, he’s going to cum in me! I want it! I want it! Oh god yeeaass, I want his cum!”

She licked my mouth, looked deep into my eyes and groaned,

“You know what I really want, don’t you, Baby? I want his seed, his hot seed, oh yeah, that’s what I really want, this black bull’s hot, sticky, black seed in my pussy! Oh fuck yeeaass!”

She turned from me and pulled his huge head down for a wide mouthed kiss which they held as he began groaning loudly. Suddenly Roosevelt tore his lips from hers and roared like a lion as he gave my little white wife exactly what she’d been craving for weeks, planting his hot, potent seed deep in her belly. Blondie let out a shrill cry of ecstasy, which, mingled with his roaring, could probably be heard in the adjacent rooms. Her head was whipping and writhing on the mattress as she cried out loudly enough to cause me to glance at the walls fearfully,

“Yes, yes, yes give it to me, Baby, give it to me you big black stud. Oh, god almighty, I can feel it! It’s so fucking hot it’s burning! Oh yeeaass, Sweet Jesus, I can feel it, Rosie, I can feel it, Baby, and I want it, Lover, all of it, all of your hot cum!”

I cautioned them to be quieter. She locked her mouth on his and for the next couple of minutes all I heard was her mumbling emphatically into his open mouth,

“Mmmm, hmmm, cumm, mmmm, hmmm, cumm, mmmm, hmmm, cummm!”

I had never witnessed a man having such an extended climax; just when I’d think he was through, he’d let out another loud groan and thrust forcefully into my happy wife, eliciting a delighted,

“Oh god yes, I can feel it, Baby, your cum’s so hot I can feel it! Don’t stop, don’t stop till you’ve given me all of it, Lover, oh yeah, Baby, I want every last drop of your hot black seed, oh fuck yeeaass, Darlin’.”

When his spasms finally came to an end several minutes later, this huge black man, glistening with sweat, collapsed on top of my diminutive wife, hugging her to him, kissing the fine damp hair on her pale neck and gasping for breath. Blondie hugged him tight and smiled over at me with satisfied delight as she, too, gasped,

“Oooh, my god, Sugar, what a good fuck! And what a hot load! I could feel it every time he’d shoot, every hot spurt; it was like hot liquid butter shooting into me! God, what a great fuck!”

She kissed Roosevelt’s ear again and panted,

“I think maybe you’re right, Lover, I think maybe this little white honey’s developing a thing for black dick, you know, Baby?”

Turning back to me, her breathing still labored, she teased me in an exaggerated southern drawl,

“You think maybe, Sugah? You all the one started all this so tell me, Sugah, you think maybe your little ol’ white wife might be getting her a thing for black dick, me, little ol’ Blondie from Baton Rouge?”

She kissed Roosevelt again then looked me straight in the eye and said meaningfully to him,

“If they’re all as good as you are, Honey, I most probably will. You know, my husband just may have started something bigger than he bargained for, talking me into to fucking a black guy, ummm, hmmm, he just may have, you know, Baby?”

And in that defining moment, I knew that Blondie’s desire for the forbidden fruit now fully outweighed her deep-seated southern prejudices; we had left that barrier behind us tonight once and for all. We were facing a new reality here: my wife had discovered the taboo pleasures of interracial sex. I wondered for a moment if she might be one of those white women who develop a preference for sex with black men. I’d read that frequently happens. A little shiver of titillation zipped through me at that thought. She had admitted to obsessing about the topic ever since that first night with Tommy. What was it she’d said, that she got a wet pussy every time she thought about that night with him? My mind drifted off into a future filled with erotic visions of my beautiful little Blondie doing this again and again with a variety of black lovers.

Returning to the present, I watched her on the bed with her black lover and smiled with the thought that even though this little party had just gotten started, this big black bull had already made my wife cum with his cock, a not insignificant accomplishment. I trembled with the delicious thought that the evening was still young.

But that’s another story. Want to hear it?