My name is Lisa Becker. Right at this moment, I’m catching my breath. So far I’ve fucked three large virile black men and there are three more waiting for the signal to start again. That even sounded bizarre to me so perhaps I suppose I should start at the beginning.
Two weeks ago, I casually mentioned to my husband that I would like to try a big black dick. That came about while we were watching a fuck video that Sammy, he’s my hubby, brought in. I didn’t even think he heard me because he was intently watching some hot young white chick take on two black cocks at the same time. One was planted in her ass and the other was in her pussy and the dumb cunt apparently was enjoying it. I shouldn’t judge her. Maybe she is smarter than she looks. Hey, she’s being well serviced by two studs and I had none so…
My announcement didn’t just come out of the blue. Sammy had mentioned numerous times that he would like to see me with another man. That subject, in one form or another, had been around for most of our five years of marriage.
At first his suggestion shocked me and really pissed me off and I let him have it with both barrels. Sammy became careful how he brought it up after that. He would have me almost ready to orgasm and then whisper in my ear how much he would love to see me with a big hard one in my cunt. After nearly two years of that crap I mostly ignored him but the idea was there in some dark corner of my mind.
Sometimes I fantasized about some stranger who would ravish me. It was amusing to think about a strange cock fucking me. After Sammy started bringing interracial videos home, the fantasy stranger became a black man. I didn’t tell Sammy about these fantasies. It was my little dark secret.
There was one particular video that Sammy rented that really turned me on. It was one nice looking black man and a rather plain looking woman. Not that she was ugly or fat or anything but she wasn’t the usual female porn star. I could relate to her because I’ve always considered myself plain.
I look in the mirror and I don’t see what Sammy or other people tell me they see. I don’t see that I still have curves and that my breasts are large, firm and only have a little bit of sag. I mean it wouldn’t look natural for a woman with thirty eight D breasts not to sag some.
Sammy started on me soon after the honeymoon to use more make-up and dress sexier. I refused to concede to his outrageous demands and after a while he stopped nagging me about it. Then one day I met Holly Meads and things began to slowly change.
While it’s true that I don’t dress smartly or use a lot of make-up, I do take care of my body. I work-out at least once a week at a health club. The health club is where I met Holly Meads. We hit it off immediately even though we were nothing alike.
Holly would best be described as long and lean and built for speed. I, on the other hand, could be called built for comfort. My hair is dark brown, almost black, while Holly is a natural blonde. Holly is friendly and out-going while I’m a bit more reserved. Holly is a widow and of course I’m still married with a living husband. By any standard Holly and I were opposite in every detail yet we became fast friends.
Once over drinks Holly confided in me that she never had any desire to have children. I would have loved to have several kids but couldn’t conceive for some odd reason.
“It’s good that you and your old man don’t have to use a rubber,” Holly told me. “I hate to fuck with a damned condom. I want to feel skin on skin and feel it when my lover comes in me.”
Over the course of time, I got to know Holly very well. At first her frankness was startling but I became used to it. If Holly thought it she would more than likely say it. Fuck was one of her favorite words and after a while, it became one of mine. Because of Holly I learned how useful fuck and shit were. Both are very functional.
As good friends are prone to do, I told Holly about my black cock fantasy. We had been friends for a long time it seemed so it was natural for me to confide in her.
“Stop fantasying about it and get some black cock,” Holly suggested. “I’ve always enjoyed a hard black dick.”
“You? You’ve done it with a black man?” I asked her. I knew Holly had an active sex life because she told me about her lovers. However, race was never discussed.
“Of course,” she said with a laugh. We had left the health club and were tearing our bodies down with alcohol at a nearby tavern. “You remember me telling you about Nathan?” I did recall her telling me about some stud called Nathan. “Well, Nat was as black as they come,” she said. “I should get back in touch with him,” she added. “He was a great fuck.” She took my hand and squeezed it. “My point is don’t waste your time on fantasies. Go out there and get you some black cock, Lisa.”
That night was when I mentioned it to Sammy.