My wife and I are in our late 30s and still enjoy a fairly active sex life. Once in a great while I talk her into renting an adult video, which we watch together before having loads of hot sex of our own. I find the idea of interracial sex extremely arousing, so we usually get films with scenes like that, which is a really big turn on for me.
About six months back, my wife and I found ourselves home alone on a Saturday night. I suggested we rent some porn and my wife agreed, so I went to the local video store and found a few disks that had interracial scenes. When I got home, we had ourselves a few drinks and settled in for an old fashioned movie night.
We enjoyed light petting as we watched the first movie, and about halfway through the flick, the scene switched to a poolside shot with a couple embraced in a kiss. The scene was of a young brunette woman (my wife has dark hair, too) and a tall, fit black guy. Soon the woman was getting fucked by the black guy, who had a huge rock-hard dick.
“What do you think of interracial sex?” I asked my wife as the big dicked man pounded the woman relentlessly.
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” she responded. “I find both white men and black men attractive. I guess I never told you, but I dated a black classmate of mine in college.”
My wife, Melinda, paused to gauge my reaction. In my mind I began to imagine the woman in the movie was my wife, and I got more aroused. I told her that I’d love to hear more.
“Well, I guess we never really went out on a date,” she continued. “He’d just come over and we’d mess around a lot. It was kind of taboo, a white girl alone in her room with a black man.”
The moans on the screen increased and we both glanced back at the movie. The black stud had the woman’s legs over his shoulders and was driving deep into her.
I muttered, “Did you guys do . . .” and my eyes motioned toward the TV.
“Well, yes, we fucked,” she said. “How much more do you want to know, hon?” Then she looked at me and said, “Look at your dick, baby. It’s like a piece of steel! You do want to know more, don’t you?”
My dick was as hard as it’d been in years and I said, “Yeah, tell me more.”
“These days they’d call us fuck buddies since all we did was mess around. His dick was really long and thick, too. I loved it. He was so tall that it actually looked kind of odd, the way it stuck so far out from his body,” she continued, knowing that the description of her lover was turning me on.
“It really was something being with him. His cock was so much bigger than my first boyfriend’s was. And I loved the contrast of my little white hands on his dark skin, especially when I would stroke his cock.”
Soon I couldn’t take anymore and I mounted my wife. I easily penetrated her and started fucking her with long, deep strokes.
“Give it to me, hon. Fuck me hard,” Melinda moaned as I fucked her, visions of her fucking the big dicked black guy in my head. She started massaging my balls and after a series of deep, hard thrusts, I came.
“Wow,” she sighed after we caught our breath. “That really turned you on, didn’t it, sweetie?”
She smiled and starting sucking my spent cock trying to revive it.
Nothing more came of that evening, however . . . until my wife got notice of a reunion from her university and asked me if I would like to see the real thing.
About six months back, my wife and I found ourselves home alone on a Saturday night. I suggested we rent some porn and my wife agreed, so I went to the local video store and found a few disks that had interracial scenes. When I got home, we had ourselves a few drinks and settled in for an old fashioned movie night.
We enjoyed light petting as we watched the first movie, and about halfway through the flick, the scene switched to a poolside shot with a couple embraced in a kiss. The scene was of a young brunette woman (my wife has dark hair, too) and a tall, fit black guy. Soon the woman was getting fucked by the black guy, who had a huge rock-hard dick.
“What do you think of interracial sex?” I asked my wife as the big dicked man pounded the woman relentlessly.
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” she responded. “I find both white men and black men attractive. I guess I never told you, but I dated a black classmate of mine in college.”
My wife, Melinda, paused to gauge my reaction. In my mind I began to imagine the woman in the movie was my wife, and I got more aroused. I told her that I’d love to hear more.
“Well, I guess we never really went out on a date,” she continued. “He’d just come over and we’d mess around a lot. It was kind of taboo, a white girl alone in her room with a black man.”
The moans on the screen increased and we both glanced back at the movie. The black stud had the woman’s legs over his shoulders and was driving deep into her.
I muttered, “Did you guys do . . .” and my eyes motioned toward the TV.
“Well, yes, we fucked,” she said. “How much more do you want to know, hon?” Then she looked at me and said, “Look at your dick, baby. It’s like a piece of steel! You do want to know more, don’t you?”
My dick was as hard as it’d been in years and I said, “Yeah, tell me more.”
“These days they’d call us fuck buddies since all we did was mess around. His dick was really long and thick, too. I loved it. He was so tall that it actually looked kind of odd, the way it stuck so far out from his body,” she continued, knowing that the description of her lover was turning me on.
“It really was something being with him. His cock was so much bigger than my first boyfriend’s was. And I loved the contrast of my little white hands on his dark skin, especially when I would stroke his cock.”
Soon I couldn’t take anymore and I mounted my wife. I easily penetrated her and started fucking her with long, deep strokes.
“Give it to me, hon. Fuck me hard,” Melinda moaned as I fucked her, visions of her fucking the big dicked black guy in my head. She started massaging my balls and after a series of deep, hard thrusts, I came.
“Wow,” she sighed after we caught our breath. “That really turned you on, didn’t it, sweetie?”
She smiled and starting sucking my spent cock trying to revive it.
Nothing more came of that evening, however . . . until my wife got notice of a reunion from her university and asked me if I would like to see the real thing.