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Before we got married, back when we were still dating, my husband Eric and I were going to a costume party over at my friend Jess’s house.
“Audrey, how about this?” Eric asked, holding up a snarling werewolf mask and putting it on his head. It was a huge and awesome mask, I have to admit. But even though everything in the Halloween warehouse store was half off, it still would come out to over a hundred dollars. I thought it was a bit pricey but he got the mask along with a zip-up hairy shirt. I was a big more frugal and just purchased a simple masquerade mask. You’d still know it was me but it was a mask, so I thought it would be fine.
The party was on Friday the weekend before Halloween. Jess lives in a large old house with a big barn out back. She holds her parties in the barn where they have a full bar, a pool table and dart boards. All the girls came dressed in sexy outfits, except for my friend Laura who’s a total comic nerd and went as some Japanese cartoon girl. I was wearing lingerie with garters and heels, with the mask as my “costume.” Eric, of course, looked pretty awesome as a werewolf.
I spent a lot of the night in the kitchen with the other girls. We talked about our jobs and boyfriends, typical stuff, while eating appetizers. The guys were mostly in the barn drinking and playing pool, and some were out back on the porch with the kegs. I slid open the screen door, walked out and whispered into Eric’s ear not to drink too much because I was really horny. (He gets whiskey dick when he drinks a lot.) He said he wasn’t drinking much at all. Behind him on the porch were some guys doing keg stands, and they said that I should do one.
“Come on, Audrey!” Everybody was cheering me on. I hadn’t done a keg stand since high school but they lifted me upside down and I did it, managing not to choke as I guzzled Bud Light. When I finished, everybody applauded me. Then Jess brought me and the other girls out to the barn where we did shots while talking some more. While I was there, one of the girls said that the werewolf guy was hot. I told her thanks but that’s my husband. She said, “Not him, the other werewolf.” She leaned in and whispered. “The black guy.”
I shrugged. I hadn’t seen anybody else in a werewolf costume. The more I drank, the worse I felt. It became unsteady on my feet and told Jess that I needed to lay down. She told me to go to the spare bed room on the second floor. I made my way up the creaky old wooden steps, turned to the left and wobbled into the bedroom. I removed my mask and jumped into bed.
I was laying on the bed, on top of the sheets, when Eric walked into the room. The room was dark and light was shining in from the hallways behind him. He still had on the werewolf head. He made a little wolf howl.
“Close that door,” I said. He did what I said and locked the handle. “The light was hurting my eyes. I didn’t mean to get so drunk,” I said. “But it’s okay.” I pulled down my panties. “You can do it.”
He pulled his pants down and got on top of me in the bed, pulling the sheets over both of our bodies. He looked down at me with the mask. It was kind of freaky.
“That’s not a sexy look,” I said, laughing.
I felt him holding his cock at my entrance. As he began pushing it inside of me, it felt really good. I thought I must have been really tight that night because he felt so big. Slowly he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. I was moving back against him, moaning at how good it felt. The sheets and room smelled musty but I could also smell my own arousal, my pussy wet from him. I noticed that his movements were unusual, the pace and angle different. The head of his cock also felt unusually large, and it hurt a bit as it tapped against my cervix. I’d never felt that before but I was very drunk and enjoying feeling my womanhood filled and stretched. The pleasure was welling up inside of me, washing over me.
“Uuuungh!” I grunted, as a magical sensation of bliss raced from my vagina up my spine and down again. I held his body close to mine as I rode out the strong climax. I seldom orgasm with Eric but that night he was giving me the grandmother of all orgasms!
“Damn, bitch! I’m coming!” he said.
It wasn’t Eric’s voice. It was a black man’s voice. I lifted my head off the pillow, my eyes wide open, as I felt his mighty manhood grow even larger. I felt his cock pulsating rhythmically inside of me. His balls were against my ass and I felt them jerking as they squeezed out every drop of semen, filling me completely with his sperm.
He leaned back, up on his knees, pulled off the werewolf mask and looked down at me. “Shit, you got a tight pussy! That was some good shit.” I could see that he was a black man about my age.
I panicked. “You’re not my boyfriend! My boyfriend was wearing that mask! Eric!”
The guy jumped off of me, quickly pulled up his pants and raced out of the room. I pulled the sheet over me and kept calling for Eric. A few minutes later he arrived. He wasn’t wearing the mask.
“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked.
I hesitated. I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just had sex with another man. “I thought you were going to make love to me?”
He came inside, closed the door, and slipped under the sheets with me. He kissed me and moved his way down my stomach. I wasn’t sure what to do, if I should stop him, but I didn’t. He reached my pussy and he began licking me clean.
“Damn, you’re really wet tonight,” he said.
I didn’t know what to say. “I’m so horny for you.”
He slipped inside of me and we quickly made love. His penis wasn’t anywhere near as large as the black man’s but I could feel it and I enjoyed our coupling, even if I didn’t climax. After he came, he lay down beside me and we cuddled until we fell asleep.
The next morning, I had a bad hangover but I was even more concerned about whether to tell Eric what happened. I decided to tell him the truth, that there was a black guy wearing his mask who came in and fucked me. It was consensual but I didn’t know it wasn’t him. Eric explained to me that the guy wasn’t wearing his mask, he just happened to have bought and worn the same one as he did. We were both worried, though, when my little monthly visitor was late. After being a week late, I took a pregnancy test and it confirmed that we had a baby on the way. Eric knew that I would never have an abortion and he promised to raise the baby as his own even if the baby was black.
As luck would have it, when the baby was born it was white. But we already had to tell people that the baby might be black and explain what happened, so it was an unfortunate situation all around. Next time I won’t have sex with somebody wearing a mask!
THE BLACK MARINE
By Polly Andrea Busch
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I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform. Recently I finally got the chance to make love to a military man. My husband Hayden took us to a beautiful resort out in St. Petersburg, Florida. It was right on the ocean. It was a special trip because we were celebrating our five year wedding anniversary. But it was also special because Hayden and I were going to use the trip to start a family. I’d tracked my cycle and I knew that I was going to ovulate around the first day or two of the vacation, so the week would be the perfect time to try for a baby.
“I have some bad news, Molly,” Hayden said. “I need to stop by the Tampa office. There’s a problem with the servers.” He worked for a mid-sized technology company that had an office in the area. I told him that it was fine and I’d see him when he got ba
ck. In the meantime, I would enjoy the beach and the amenities.
I threw on my bikini, grabbed my Kindle and sat out on a chair on the beach. The day was mostly sunny but a little overcast so I didn’t really plan on tanning. I figured I’d spend a little time reading and then hit the beachside pool.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” a voice said. I turned and it was the most handsome black man I’d ever seen. He was dark skinned and heavily muscled with a flat nose and a perfect white smile, and wearing the uniform of a Marine second lieutenant. “I believe you dropped this,” he said, holding the key card to my room.
“Oh, thank you so much! I left my purse in my room so if I didn’t have my key, I don’t know what I’d have done!”
“I’m sure the people at the front desk would issue you a new one, even without your identification. You’re so pretty I’m sure they remember you.”
I felt myself blush. This young lieutenant was about ten years younger than me, probably fresh out of college. I asked him to sit down and we began talking. He said his name was Bravon. I learned that he grew up in Georgia but now was stationed at a nearby Air Force base. Before he was commissioned as an officer, he’d been enlisted and he’d served in the Middle East. During his tour, he once went from house to house trying to find Islamic terrorists in the area and took a bullet, for which he earned a Purple Heart. The guy seemed so sexy and heroic.
When the server stopped over and asked if we wanted drinks, he said they were on him. The drinks were stiff and after two Long Island Iced Teas I was feeling pretty tipsy. Bravon offered to walk me back to my room. When we got there, it just felt natural to invite him inside. Hayden would be gone until late in the evening, so I had plenty of time. I figured that I would kiss him and then send him on his way.
When Bravon came into the room and the door closed, I just stood right in front of him. He leaned down and began to kiss me. I put my hands around that amazing uniform, feeling the body of this real-life hero. We quickly undressed and I got to see his incredible body, so beautiful and black, strong and fit. I could smell his natural scent and his cologne, and it was intoxicating. His cock was long and thick, actually thicker near the top of the shaft than the head and uncircumcised. The young man was an Adonis, and I felt my pussy so wet, itching to feel him inside of me.
He brought me to the bed and lay me down, and I spread my legs for him. He kissed his way up my inner thighs and brought his tongue to my cunt. As he licked my pussy lips, swollen in anticipation, I moaned in pleasure. He took his time, slowly teasing me, before finally going to my clit. He stuck in a finger and rubbed my g-spot as the tip of his tongue flicked my clit. My hands gripped the sheets to either side of me, groaning as an orgasm ripped through me.
Bravon moved up on top of me and kissed me, then grabbed his cock. I lifted my head and watched as he lined the head of his black baby maker with my eager womanhood, slowly rubbing the head against me to wet it, then pressing it inside of me. I gasped as I felt the pressure of his large tool stretching me open, like a burglar’s crowbar breaking into a home, and it felt strange to feel such a large man inside of me. Slowly he inched deeper and deeper. My body adjusted to his size, and he thrusted slowly as he kissed me passionately. Then, suddenly, he rolled us over so that I was riding on top.
I put my hands down on the bed to either side of him and slowly rode him. I’d never experienced a large cock before and only then did I realize what the big deal was. There was a feeling of fullness that made me feel really feminine, truly taken by a man for the first time, truly a woman. But also my clit was being rubbed with every movement, putting me through what felt like a series of small orgasms. I was always on the brink of climax, nearly there and then barely there, as I rode my black lover. He reached up and played with my breasts, and I lowered myself to kiss him, still hunching my groin against his. His breathing quickened and I could feel his cock getting even larger inside of me. I knew his climax was nearing.
“Oh shit, I’m coming,” he announced. I began thrusting my hips faster, much faster, moaning as our tongues danced. He put his hands on my hips, holding me tight, and I went still. “Aargh!” he grunted. I could feel his huge cock jerking inside of me, and I could feel the wetness inside of me as he delivered his load of sperm straight into my white womb.
We rolled over back into the missionary position. Bravon very slowly thrusted inside of me as we kissed, as the last of his baby batter filled me. Although I was very turned on by the idea, I was also scared. I knew that millions of his sperm were now invading my womb, on their way to find and fertilize my egg with a black baby. While Hayden would also get a chance over the vacation, there were millions of Bravon’s sperm taking station inside of me, dedicated solely to blocking and killing any other man’s sperm. The odds of conception were now sharply against my husband and in favor of this virile young black man. We cuddled for a few minutes, then Bravon said he needed to leave. I admired his beautiful body as he dressed, then he left.
Hayden returned later that night but only to sleep. Things were worse than expected, and he needed to get right back to work first thing in the morning. Three days went by before Hayden made love to me, and we made love every day for the rest of the vacation. After we returned home, a couple of weeks later, I found out that I was pregnant.
I’m seven months pregnant and I don’t know if my husband is the father of the baby. I haven’t told him a thing about what happened. I’m hoping that the baby is white and I won’t ever need to tell him about my affair. But ever fiber of my being tells me that the baby I’m carrying will be the baby of that amazing black stud Bravon. If it is, I hope that Hayden is man enough to step up to the plate and be the father to our child. Hayden was raised by a stepfather, so he knows that being a father isn’t about biology. Any handsome, sexy thug can make a baby but only a real man will step up to the plate and raise another man’s babies.
MY FIRST EXTRAMARITAL LOVER
By Polly Andrea Busch
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My name is Alexa. I’m in my early forties and this year will be my twentieth anniversary married to my husband Brian. We’re your typical upper-middle-class suburban white couple with two teenage kids. We seem like a perfect married couple but the truth is that I haven’t always been faithful to my husband. In fact, I’ve had at least one extramarital lover for most of the last five years.
It was around five years ago that I cheated on Brian with a guy I met through my work. We weren’t coworkers but that’s how I met him. At the time my husband and I were doing all of the “right things” that a couple is supposed to do. And we were rewarded in many ways for having made those safe choices. We lived in a beautiful house in the suburbs, we had two beautiful children who are wonderful and brilliant, and I was spending a lot of my time rushing around taking care of them, being involved with the PTA and driving kids to dance classes and the like. These were the things that we were expected to do and we fulfilled our roles and we appeared happy. And I guess we were happy in a way, but it was also kind of dulling. I just felt numb. By making all of those safe choices and avoiding the downsides of risk, at some level I realized that I had missed out on a lot of great opportunities.
Growing up I had always been a little overweight and I didn’t get much attraction from men. When I met Brian at a friend’s house party and he talked with me,
I was very excited. He was a nice guy and I was attracted to him, but I really didn’t feel like I had a lot of choices. But I told myself that he was fine and one guy is all you really need, and soon we were married with children. After the kids, I gained some additional weight. I don’t know if it was my size, being so busy with our life or just getting bored with the same old thing, but our sex life really suffered. I felt like I was invisible, that I was being ignored.
When I was thirty-seven, after our youngest was ten and didn’t seem to need me as much anymore – in fact, she didn’t seem to want me around – I started to wonder how I was going to fill the void. I started taking an exercise class and working with a personal trainer, and I managed to lose a lot of weight. And that changed everything.
I was surprised at how much attention I suddenly received after losing the weight. I had a power over men that I’d never felt before and it was intoxicating. Honestly, I had a flood of mixed emotions about it – I was also angry that such a little change had so much of an impact, and I was angry that I’d been invisible to so many men for all those years – but I was really enjoying the male attention that I was now receiving.
I felt so much different, so much better about myself, when I met Holman, a handsome black man in his mid-forties. He was married with three children and he loved his wife. At first it was just talking together, sharing insights and observations on Facebook and messaging. But it became more flirtatious and soon we were spending a lot of time together. He made me feel very comfortable but also very feminine and desired. I drew a line for myself – I decided that it would be okay to just kiss him, but nothing more. We were sitting in his car after lunch and he was dropping me back at the office. I leaned over and kissed him. As we did, I felt electricity shooting through my body. He was an amazing kisser, and he knew just how to hold me and to touch me.
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