As she squirmed around on his bed, Shirley began begging David to stop teasing her and put it in. Satisfied that he had her sufficiently prepared to take his huge cock, David got ready to enter her, but he made her wait just a wee bit longer. David showed that he was as much a gentleman and as much a considerate lover as he was a suave, charming and intelligent social companion. Before entering he, he asked, “Are you on the pill? Is it alright for me to come in you? I have condoms in my suitcase. I’ll wear one if it bothers you to have me shoot my sperm in you.”
Shirley said hearing David be so thoughtful and considerate only endeared him to her that much more. Shirley smiled at him and explained how she and I had been trying unsuccessfully to have children for four years. She told him she doubted she could get pregnant. We’d never seen a doctor about our situation, but Shirley’s menstrual cycle was very, very irregular. She’d sometimes go for months between periods. It seemed extremely likely that the problem was her. “You can go ahead and shoot your sperm in me,” she softly said. “I think I’m infertile. I don’t think I can get pregnant.”
David lowered his body to hers and as he worked his massive cock up inside of her, he said, “Here we go, Shirley. Get ready because you’ve got me so turned on I’m going to shoot about a quart of come into your cunt You better hope you’re right about not being able to get pregnant, or I’m liable to give you and your husband a black baby to raise. How would you feel if that happened?”
Shirley wrapped her legs around his, clutched his back, began bucking her hips towards him and replied, “I’d feel very, very lucky. Very, very lucky indeed!”
They frantically fucked each other, resulting in a mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm. Shirley said that when she felt hot jets of David’s sperm shooting up inside her, she came so hard she nearly blacked out. Then she told me that they had made love two more times that afternoon. Each time she had huge climaxes and David blasted more gobs of semen deep inside her cunt. They then showered together before she returned to our room.
I got so turned on hearing her story, I made love to her right then and there. She was looser than normal and very wet inside. We then showered together. Shirley douched and cleaned up, saying we were meeting David for dinner at seven. She also said she wanted to be very clean. She intended to accompany him back up to his room for a while after dinner.
Even though I knew he had spent the afternoon in bed with my wife (and she had told him she would tell me everything), David and I still got along fine. There was a slight bit of awkwardness to the situation, but we were both very cordial and friendly with each other. On the way to the restaurant Shirley again rode in the back seat of the cab with David while I rode in front. They sat extremely close to each other, David’s arm around Shirley. After eating, Shirley nixed David’s suggestion about going dancing. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she cooed to him. On the way back they were passionately making out in the back seat of the cab. As he had the evening before, David insisted on paying for everything: the cab fare, meal, tips, etc. Inside the lobby my wife gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “I’ll see you later, honey. I’m going up to David’s room.” I then watched them get themselves ready and startup to his floor. I could see them frantically making out as the scenic elevator took them away.
Shirley came back to our room at two in the morning. She stripped, crawled in bed with me and cuddled against my body. She had the pungent odor of sex on her. When I put my hand between her legs I found her pubic hair to be wet and her slot to be greasy. Each of the next two days Shirley made love with David while I took care of my business. David treated us to dinner both nights. On Wednesday she went up to his room and returned to ours at a little past one. On Thursday evening she whispered to me in the lobby, “Sleep tight, honey. This is our last night together. I want to spend the night with David in his room.” On Friday they made love one last time before we checked out at noon and left.
Back home we didn’t talk much about Shirley’s passionate weeklong affair with David, but when we did we both got turned on and made hot, passionate love. It was even becoming a thing of the past until I came home from work one evening. Shirley had a romantic candlelight dinner fixed for us and looked incredibly sexy. All during dinner she wouldn’t tell me what the occasion was. Then when I was mellow with wine and food she cooed, “Honey, I’ve got some news. We’re going to be parents. I’m pregnant. I just got the word today.”
For a moment, I was speechless. Shirley and I had given up on the idea of having children. Finally I just said, “Wow!” Shirley came close to me, put her arms around my neck and looked up at me, smiling. The joy on her face was overwhelming. I’d never seen her so happy. Maybe it was the glow of impending motherhood, but in any case, she was absolutely radiant. Shirley told me she’d suspected that she was pregnant for some time, but she hadn’t allowed herself to even hope it was true. She said she hadn’t gotten her period since a month before our trip to Atlanta, which had been four months earlier.
When she had finally gone three months without having her period she began wondering, because she’d gone that long before and hadn’t been pregnant. When she reached four and then five full months, she began to suspect she really was with child. Shirley told me she had also gained a few pounds and found that her clothes seemed to be getting tighter around the middle and in the hips. She’d gone to the doctor, half expecting to be let down, but that day she learned she was pregnant.
Shirley then said, “I thought I couldn’t have kids, but I was obviously mistaken. Matty, we both know we probably just never had the timing right, what with my irregular menstrual cycle. Of course, there is another possibility….”
I knew where she was going and said, “David?”
She nodded, “Uh huh!” She then looked up at me and said, “It could be, you know! If that’s so, will you be alright with it, Matty? Will you be able to handle that?”
I pulled her tight to me, kissed her forehead and replied, “You know I will. I love you, Shirley, and I know you love me. We’re expecting a child. I’ll love it and help raise it if it’s white, black, yellow or purple.”
Shirley giggled and replied, “Well, honey, I can guarantee you it won’t be yellow, and it certainly won’t be purple. I can’t guarantee anything else.” I kissed her again and she said to me, “I always knew I loved you, and right now I love you more than ever. I’m a lucky woman, Matty, the luckiest woman in the world!”
Five months later Shirley gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl. Our daughter is now ten years old. She’s a very pretty girl, a perfect blend of Shirley’s pretty features and David’s eye, hair and skin color. I love her dearly and she thinks the world of her daddy.
Gena knows she has a different skin color from her mommy and daddy, but she doesn’t mind at all. She’s a very intelligent, precocious little child. It seems that kids learnthe facts of life from each other at a very young age these days. She was the one who brought the subject of her genealogy up to Shirley. Gena already knows where babies come from and how they’re made. When Gena asked about herself, Shirley explained that we wanted to have children of our own but were unable to do so.
With my knowledge and permission, Shirley had engaged in additional affairs over the past ten years. Her fling with David seems to have given Shirley an appetite for black men. All my wife’s extramarital lovers have been black. There have been some very distinct advantages to that, the most important being that Gena doesn’t feel unique being a dark-skinned child in a white-parent household. Seven-year-old Timothy, five-year-old Jules, and two-year-old Annette all have dark skin.
Shirley knows that Timothy was fathered by Gene, and that Jules was fathered by either Gene or Lewis. Annette could be by Lewis or any one of four other men. She was dating Gene exclusively when she got pregnant with our son. She was still seeing Gene but had also begun seeing Lewis when she conceived with Jules. Lewis began sharing my wife with some of his friends on occasion and Shirley quite f
rankly has no idea which of five different men impregnated her with our youngest child.
Shirley is now thirty-four years old. She’s still quite beautiful and still has a very good body. And she still loves me dearly, I have no doubt of that. She also loves black cock. She still dates Lewis every so often and occasionally does threesomes, foursomes and moresomes with him and his friends. She’s also been seeing a nice, handsome man named Mark recently.
I could fill your entire magazine with stories of my beautiful, sexy wife and her sexual encounters. I may write and share more of her erotic adventures in the future. In the meantime, I have a tip for any well-hung, well-built, handsome black men who may read this: If you see a white couple with four dark-skinned youngsters and the lady happens to be a strawberry blonde, you might want to meet her. If she flashes you a sexy smile and gives you mouth-watering come-on looks, approach her and introduce yourself. She may be my wife. If it is Shirley and you fit the description I just gave, you’re probably going to get lucky. I know because I’m married to her, and she tells me everything.—M.P., Pensacola, Florida
TWO GUYS, A GAL AND A HOTEL ROOM—RECIPE FOR A SIZZLING EVENING
I am a lucky forty-one-year-old female whose husband enjoys pleasing her no end. I am five-five, a hundred ten pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes and a 36 bust. Greg is six feet tall, one sixty-five, has brown hair and eyes and is well-endowed. What he lacks in length (although that is just fine for me), he makes up for in girth.
We figure you only live once, so you might as well live to the fullest. We began swinging about a year and a half ago, with the idea that it would enhance our sex life. Neither of us have been disappointed. Recently Greg decided a threesome would be fun, so he arranged for us to meet our friend Alan at a restaurant close to the hotel where he had already rented a room.
My preparations for the guys started with a long hot shower, which included shaving my pussy so it was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I always leave the hair just above the clit, as Greg enjoys brushing up against it. I dressed in a black miniskirt, low-cut black blouse, black garter and stockings.
We went first to prepare the hotel room. A few candles placed discreetly around the room, along with the massage oil, and we were ready for fun. At the designatedtime we went to collect Alan. Instead of wasting time at the restaurant we headed straight back to the hotel. We sat and talked about our adventures in the swinging world.
It was clear that the guys were waiting for me to make the first move, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom, removed my skirt and came back. I told the guys that if I was going to remove clothing, they sure as hell were going to too. They eagerly started doing so. It was wonderful to see both members standing proud, waiting to please little ol’ me.
I pulled Alan down to the king-size bed, and we indulged in some heavy-duty kissing. He is very much into kissing and caressing a woman from the top of her head to the tips of her breasts. While we were so engaged, Greg took care of my smooth pussy. He has to be the best oral man I’ve ever been with, thoroughly into pleasing me with his wonderful tongue.
He was getting me closer and closer to climax. I had to have his big cock deep in me. I turned my attention to Alan, licking his long hard shaft, flicking my tongue around the head, men sucking the shaft into my mouth. Greg was fucking me from the rear to my greatest pleasure, so I had two cocks in me at the same time.
Our next activity was one that every woman should experience: a complete body massage with two pairs of hands. Twenty fingers caressed my buttocks, slid down the crack and, finding my other love-hole, followed the contours of my body down to my sensitive toes. After taking this for as long as I could, I turned over so that these wonderful fingers could service my most sex-starved areas.
Each of my men took a breast and kneaded it until the nipple was nice and hard. Then Greg’s hand moved down to my snatch and lightly brushed my pussy lips and my love-button. This again went on for a number of minutes, until I needed to feel a hard cock deep inside me. I rolled Greg on his back and mounted him, sliding his member deep in me. I took hold of Alan’s long dick and guided itto my anus. I told him to insert it, a little at a time. Pleasure took over and I bucked up and down, back and forth, until I achieved an intense climax.
It was truly a wonderful way to spend the evening. Next time I hope to share my husband with another woman and let him have our undivided attention.—S.T., Cincinnati, Ohio
NEW LIFE AS A NYMPHO: BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, SHE LEARNS SELF-ESTEEM
I would like to share the story of my transformation from nerd to nympho.
I was a small-town girl raised by older parents with old-fashioned beliefs. Somewhere beyond puberty, in my teen years, my dreams along with my self-esteem began to shatter. I stumbled into high school overweight, with acne, clueless about sex and life. I was the center of rejection, the recipient of name-calling and teasing.
I didn’t want to be dorky. I missed out on so much. I can’t tell you what it was like to go to a prom or a homecoming dance, because I was never asked to go. The only way I held on to my sanity was through fantasies. I would imagine what a date might be like. He was hot, I was wet, and we fucked for hours.
As horny as I was, I hung on to my virginity till I was twenty-five. He was an older man, by fifteen years. Experienced as he was, he could not keep up with me. I tried someone younger than myself and found the sexual experience lacking. How frustrating! I decided to look for love and got married at twenty-six. I don’t know why, either. I was happy, so it seemed. I thought it was love, but was it?
I managed to stay content, but never truly fulfilled sexually. That is, not until twenty years later. Now all my early dreams and sexual fantasies are becoming reality, largely due to a friend and lover who made me realize how attractive I had become and how hot I really am. It is sad that I never felt attractive or was told I was desirable.
There is so much to my new life I would like to share. For example, I love to suck a man’s cock so deep that his eyes roll back in ecstasy. What a panty-wetter for me! I hope to provide hope for women in similar circumstances, and to show all my old classmates who made fun of me how hot I have become. Who’s laughing now?—G.L., Edmonton, Alberta
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING TILL YOU TRY OUT A BIG BLACK MAN: 1
I am thirty-seven and have been married for eleven years. Ray and I have an open marriage, but it wasn’t always like that.
About ten years ago we took a trip to the Caribbean. On prior occasions Ray seemed to enjoy other men coming on to me. He likes me to wear provocative clothing. I am five-five, blonde, and according to my husband have a dynamite body and great looks.
We noticed that many of the single women vacationers were chasing island men—on the beach, in the clubs, everywhere we went. Ray commented that maybe the myths were true. I told him that my girlfriends said black men made excellent lovers, and admitted that I found black men attractive.
On the second night we went barhopping. I wore a shortwhite cotton sundress with a top that was squared off low, displaying lots of my ample breasts. I was getting lots of looks and feeling terribly sexy. We had stopped at several clubs and decided to try a local hangout. Ray was the only white man there, though there were lots of white women, all interested in the local men.
Ray was ordering drinks when this tall, handsome black man asked me for a dance. I said, “Sure,” and onto the dance floor we went. It was crowded, forcing us to touch with every beat of the music. We danced to one fast number, then a slow one.
The man introduced himself as Manny. As we danced, he rubbed the largest cock I had ever felt up against me. The more we danced, the harder he became. I too was becoming aroused. I had never been in a black man’s arms, though I have fantasized what it would be like. Manny’s cock seemed to reach halfway down his leg. I was completely wet by the time the song was over, and I’m sure he knew it as he escorted me to the table.
Ray quickly picked up on the situation.
Was Manny coming on to me? he asked. And did I find him attractive?
“Are you jealous or excited?” I asked. I reached over and placed my hand on Ray’s crotch. He had a raging hard-on. He was turned on by the whole thing! He tried to deny it, but his hard dick betrayed him.
I joked with him, saying I was so turned on, I was ready to fuck Manny on the dance floor. I expected Ray to act jealous, but instead he started asking questions like “Did he try to kiss you?” and “Did he feel you up?”
I told Ray that I was just kidding. Manny had been a perfect gentleman. He actually breathed a sigh of relief. We were having another drink when Manny walked up and introduced himself to Ray. We were sitting in a U-shaped booth, and Manny brazenly sat down next to me and started up a conversation. He was openly flirting withme! He went so far as to place his hand on my thigh and comment on how nice my legs were.
Ray seemed totally unsure of himself. No one had ever come on to me in front of him like this. He seemed overwhelmed. Frankly, so was I. Manny was very good-looking and brimming with confidence. He asked me to dance again, and this time, as we danced, I purposely rubbed against his cock. I could tell it was big by the bulge in his pants. Ray was mesmerized by what was going on. It was an incredible turn-on for me, dancing and flirting with a man as my husband looked on.
When we returned to the table, Manny told Ray that we were going outside to get some air. I expected Ray to object, but he nodded meekly in agreement. Manny took my hand and led me out to the parking lot. He had an old British sports car with the steering wheel on the right. Leaning against the car, he kissed me. He was a fantastic kisser. His hands explored my body. He caressed my breasts, then circled my nipples, causing my entire body to shudder with pleasure. I didn’t care who was watching!
I reached between Manny’s legs and rubbed his cock. I was unprepared for the size of it. He lifted my dress and caressed my ass. Then he began pulling down my panties and I began removing his pants. His loose-fitting trousers fell away. He wore no underwear! In the dim light of the parking lot I couldn’t see his penis, but there was no mistaking its size as I held it in my hand.
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