For the past thirty-some minutes Reverend Thomas Peterson had been looking in astonishment at the latest packet of pictures of his wife with someone else. But unlike the ones earlier where she had been on a filthy mattress in what appeared to be a skid row bar surrounded by a group of seven black men, this setting was different. A living room, looking very much like his own and this time only two Negroes were with her.
Ding-dong. “Who in the world could that be this early in the morning?” Judy thought as she moved to the door. Judy’s husband had left for work about a half-hour ago and the kids had gotten on the school bus just moments before. Maybe one of them had forgotten something she thought as she moved toward the door. As she open the door her jaw dropped as she was greeted by the bright smile of a large black man.
Susie and Tom had been married for years and had mostly happiness and contentment for the first few years. Their sex life had become like a chore instead of fun and exciting like it once was, when they were first married. Tom often complained that they seldom had intimacy and the negativity and bickering had made Susie so defensive and cold towards his advances. She craved attention from others, and the men at work were drawn to Susie’s unusually large breasts, long blonde hair and shapely 5 foot 9 frame.
My name is Diane. I want to share something that happened to me when my husband and I ventured into an interracial experience. I am not one of the beautiful people that are in many stories here. I am just an average looking mother and housewife. I am 50 years old and my husband (Don) is 52. We have been married for 31 years. We have 3 grown children who are out on their own. I am 5′2″, 110, 34C and wear a size 6P. I walk daily and do aerobics at least once per week. I would like to think that I am in good shape. (except for the wear and tear of giving birth, and the never ending perils of gravity) J Don is 5′8″ a bit overweight and not very endowed. He does not exercise at all and has a high stress job. Over time our sex life has diminished. We talk a lot and have shared some fantasies with each other.
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Kate Brookfield watched her husband’s beautiful dark haired employer as she dialed frantically a number from memory. “Hello, David ? Yeah, it,s me… Lena Price… Hey listen, it’s all set… Mmmhm !, the little blonde trick I was telling you about… Eight o’clock, okay ? We’ll meet you fellas there…Bye, sugar”. She blew a kiss into the receiver. “So sweetheart, Tell your husband that we may be a little late. Oh, by the mean, Kate, Do you think black is beautiful ?”
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My whole life changed (for the better) one rainy Saturday afternoon. I was walking home from the local supermarket. The bag of groceries I was carrying got wet and opened up and all the contents fell on the sidewalk. A very nice black man who was walking behind me bent down to help me pick up my groceries. He had an empty plastic bag and offered it to me to put my things in. Since it was raining very hard, I was in no position to refuse his offer, I graciously accepted. When we had all of my groceries in the plastic bag I did something quite out of character for me; I invited him to come up to my apartment to dry off since it was raining quite heavily now and we were both soaking wet.
Hey this is another one of my stories. This time the studs name is Johnnie B and I got the hots for him the first time I laid eyes on him. Johnnie B as his friends call him, is about 5 foot 10 and about 175 pounds with a gorgeous face, and very caring way about him. Johnnie B thought that I was probably prejudice against blacks. One day one of my best friends, came up to me with an ice cream cone he was eating. Kevin is black and I told him why didn’t he bring me one. Kevin told me, here take this one and I will go buy me another one. Johnnie B said you really aren’t prejudice are you? I said why do you say that and he said because if you were at all prejudice you would never eat after a black person. I told him, color doesn’t matter to me, it is what is in the person that really counts.
Our only experience swinging was in Jamaica. I found how enticing Terry can be to other men, and how excited I got watching her fucking. She truly enjoyed sex and got off on all the attention. We decided to find some playmates upon our return. It took a few months and sifting through email from a few web sites, but I finally found a reasonable single male. Martin appreciated her photos, seemed well spoken and had the added benefit of being a well-built black man who was quite well endowed. Thick and a good 9 - 10 inches. Significantly bigger than Terry was used to with me.
People told me it would never work, but then people say a lot of things, don’t they? These days a mixed marriage elicits very little response from others; people are more tolerant, more carefree, I guess just more apathetic. But thirty odd years ago things were very different. Since Corina and I grew up together in the same small town, neither of us had any concern for the colour of the other’s skin - she was black, I was white. That was all we knew and all we cared about. But, unfortunately, our liberal views were not shared by the whole town.
This story happened about 21 years ago, while my wife Cindy and I were living together a few months before we got married. It was a beautiful summer Saturday. I had been running around town for part of the day and got back to the trailer where we lived around 2 PM. The first thing I noticed as I drove through the trailer park were the 4 motorcycles parked in the front of our trailer, next to Cindy’s car. Then I noticed that our front door was propped open, something Cindy never did. As I walked up the steps and looked into the trailer I had the shock of my life. Inside was my fiancee with 4 big black guys….
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