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[ Another interracial sex inspired story for those who love it! Enjoy!! ]
My name is Duane.
Back in the late nineteen nineties, I'd worked with this older white guy by the name of David, who had started confiding in me about issues regarding his sexual relationship with his wife, Carol. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result, these women I'd gotten to know had began to look for other 'alternatives'; mainly (and very intriguingly for me) with younger, eager, black guys like me, who were more than willing, and above all quite capable of giving them the sort of sex they were seeking! I'll admit I was quite happy with that situation, and more than a little proud of myself!
David had quietly listened to me as I bragged (which, I admit, is what I was doing) about how much fun it was to fuck these sexually desperate white married women; and then, one day, he mentioned that Carol was sexually frustrated as well. He quipped: "Sounds like what Carol needs!" At first, I didn't reply, and after a moment's pause, he went on to explain that he was unable to sexually satisfy Carol, as he knew she craved. He went on to say that he had great difficulty 'lasting' more than a few moments before he came, and that he also had a rather small cock; and that both of these things had become a point of contention between Carol and himself over the years.
I just listened. I made no attempt to offer him any opinions, or suggestions, as to how to remedy this---but his story sounded very familiar to me from the things these other men's wive's I been fucking said about their husbands! I couldn't help but wonder why it seemed that all these white guys were seemingly so inadequate in the bedroom part of their lives. What was up with that? But I will openly admit that I was more than willing to take advantage of such situations whenever I had the chance! As a black guy, it wasn't everyday that such opportunities might come my way, and so, for as long as the opportunities kept coming, I was definitely going to enjoy myself!
David and I went about our work, but every so often he would bring up the issue of his wife's sexual frustration with his relative inadequacies in that department. I could tell that he was trying to work of the courage to go further in this direction, but I was going to make him take that step!
It was about a week later, and David and I were working, and had just stopped for a short break, when he finally summoned up the courage to take that next step.
"Can I ask you something?" David said after a moment.
"Sure, what is it?" I replied. I had a good idea of where he was about to take the conversation, but again, I wanted him to be the one to broach the topic, not me. By doing so, it would place us on a different footing, and put the onus on him, rather than me, if things didn't go well!
"Okay," he said. "So, would you be interested," and he paused again before going on a moment later, "with the idea of...well, of say, fucking my wife?" He turned to look at me.
"Wow," I said. "That's quite a question."
"But would you?" David said, "Be interested? I mean willing, to do that, to...fuck Carol?"
Up to that point, though I'd knowingly, and willingly, fucked a number of married white women, I'd never yet been asked to do so by any of their husbands!
"What's your wife think about this?" I asked.
"Yeah, well," he said, "she doesn't know I'm bringing this up with you."
"Would she be mad if she did know?"
"Good question," David replied. "Maybe, but maybe not. What I think, though, is that she's in need of some young guy like you!" Then he went on: "I've come to like you, Duane. Your an interesting guy. And I think you are exactly the sort of young guy Carol needs. I mean, sexually."
Truthfully, I was feeling strangely (or maybe not so strangely) excited hearing David saying these things.
He went on: "And you've got experience with this sort of thing---I mean, meeting other married women's needs, and I think you could do just that with Carol. So, if she would be inclined to meet you, would you be interested in that as well? And," he added quickly, "if neither of you want to take it any further, that's fine. But I do think Carol would greatly benefit from the sort of attention you can give her! And I think she's quite attractive!"
I'm going to shorten and simplify the narrative by saying that I decided it couldn't hurt to see if anything might transpire with David's wife (yet another white married female in search of a good, and satisfying, fuck by a black guy!), and I wasn't about to pass this opportunity up!
It took about a month before David was able to set up a time for the three of us to meet. By then he had broached the idea of her fucking me to Carol, and I think we were both surprised when she said Yes! In fact, David told me that when he first brought up the idea (of her fucking some other guy) she admitted that she had been thinking of that very thing for quite a long time, but had not acted on it. So, that took out any lingering worries about her reaction, and by the time we did meet, I was already very ready to fuck her like David, apparently, and by his own admission, had never done!
The meeting with Carol and David went very well. There was an instant 'vibe' between the three of us, and especially between Carol and I, which made me all the more excited.
We met for dinner, and David paid for it all (he said he 'insisted'). We chatted while we ate for about an hour, and during that time the conversation was remarkably intimate. David assured me that he was very open to the idea of Carol and I 'getting together', as he put it; which meant fucking. For my part, I made it abundantly clear that I felt exactly the same way! At that, Carol gave me a very friendly and eager smile. I thought to myself, I'm going to fuck this guys wife good and proper! I was going to do for her what David had never come close to doing, and I had the confidence, as well as the intention, to do so.
After we left the restaurant, we stood outside for a while continuing to chat and banter away; until David suggested we go back to their home. Carol was certainly open to this idea, and that's what the three of us did.
On the way there I was wondering if David was going to want to remain with Carol and I while we fucked. So far, none of the married women I'd fucked had been accompanied by their husbands, and I'd liked that. So, what if David wanted to remain with us? I didn't know. At that moment, however, I was more excited at this new opportunity to fuck yet another white married woman; and what made this one different was that the husband knew about it, and was supportive of it; which gave the whole situation a very different, but no less exciting gloss!
The details leading up to Carol and I fucking are the typical sort: the sudden, and passionate kissing; the urgency to undress and get on the bed; and, of course, the fucking itself. So I'll cut to the chase (the sex).
I found Carol a very enthusiastic older woman, and we were in perfect sync the entire time. When she saw my cock she exclaimed (I think to David, but to herself as well): "Oh my god! WHAT a huge cock!" Then, after some initial touching, and kissing, and exploring each others bodies, she climbed up onto the bed (it was their won bed, in their own bedroom, which I found exciting), and as she spread her legs apart, I pushed my cock head firmly against her pussy, and---in it went! As I gently pushed deeper, Carol let out various expressions of surprise, as well as delight at what she was experiencing.
Though David did remain in the bedroom with us, he rarely made his presence known, so I nearly forgot (partly) that he was there as his wife and I proceeded to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck! I was proud of myself for having the requisite stamina that David had indicated he lacked, and I sort of wanted him to envy that; as I plowed Carol's pussy!
In all, Carol and I fucked, in a variety of positions, for over an hour; and in that span of time, I came three times, and she came, or so it seemed, quite frequently; and by the time we were finished, she seemed completely exhausted, and happy to be so! She and I cuddled for a while on their bed, and as we did, David seemed quite happy with the way things had gone. He sat down along side of his wife and leaned over and gently kissed her, and smiling.
"Was that good?" He asked her in a quite tone of voice.
"Oh yes," she said, and pulling his face close to hers, she kissed him again. "Thank you!" She said, looking intently into his face as their mouths parted.
"Your welcome!" He said, smiling. "I love you SO much!" He added.
"I know you do," she answered. "I've never doubted that."
I deiced that it was time for me to leave and leave them alone. As I got up and started dressing, they both turned their attention to me, and they thanked me for a very nice evening.
"Thank you, as well!" I replied. "I enjoyed it." Which was (obviously) true.
David stood up as I got ready to leave, and following me to the front door, he said: "I'd very much like for you and Carol to see each other again; that is," he paused slightly, "if you'd like to as well, of course!"
"I'd have no problem with that!" I answered truthfully.
"Good!" He said. "Who knows? But perhaps this will end up being a regular thing!"
"I'm fine with that," I replied. "You have a very sexy wife, David. Thanks for sharing her with me!"
"Your very welcome!" He said with a smile. He seemed pleased that I'd said Carol was sexy. She was!
After that first time, I've been fucking Carol, on a pretty much regular basis for the last eight months, and, from what I can tell, I may be doing so for the foresee-able future, and she is not the only other married white female that I have that same sort of access to! I guess you can say that I find myself in pussy heaven, and white married pussy especially!
The End
My name is Duane.
Back in the late nineteen nineties, I'd worked with this older white guy by the name of David, who had started confiding in me about issues regarding his sexual relationship with his wife, Carol. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result, these women I'd gotten to know had began to look for other 'alternatives'; mainly (and very intriguingly for me) with younger, eager, black guys like me, who were more than willing, and above all quite capable of giving them the sort of sex they were seeking! I'll admit I was quite happy with that situation, and more than a little proud of myself!
David had quietly listened to me as I bragged (which, I admit, is what I was doing) about how much fun it was to fuck these sexually desperate white married women; and then, one day, he mentioned that Carol was sexually frustrated as well. He quipped: "Sounds like what Carol needs!" At first, I didn't reply, and after a moment's pause, he went on to explain that he was unable to sexually satisfy Carol, as he knew she craved. He went on to say that he had great difficulty 'lasting' more than a few moments before he came, and that he also had a rather small cock; and that both of these things had become a point of contention between Carol and himself over the years.
I just listened. I made no attempt to offer him any opinions, or suggestions, as to how to remedy this---but his story sounded very familiar to me from the things these other men's wive's I been fucking said about their husbands! I couldn't help but wonder why it seemed that all these white guys were seemingly so inadequate in the bedroom part of their lives. What was up with that? But I will openly admit that I was more than willing to take advantage of such situations whenever I had the chance! As a black guy, it wasn't everyday that such opportunities might come my way, and so, for as long as the opportunities kept coming, I was definitely going to enjoy myself!
David and I went about our work, but every so often he would bring up the issue of his wife's sexual frustration with his relative inadequacies in that department. I could tell that he was trying to work of the courage to go further in this direction, but I was going to make him take that step!
It was about a week later, and David and I were working, and had just stopped for a short break, when he finally summoned up the courage to take that next step.
"Can I ask you something?" David said after a moment.
"Sure, what is it?" I replied. I had a good idea of where he was about to take the conversation, but again, I wanted him to be the one to broach the topic, not me. By doing so, it would place us on a different footing, and put the onus on him, rather than me, if things didn't go well!
"Okay," he said. "So, would you be interested," and he paused again before going on a moment later, "with the idea of...well, of say, fucking my wife?" He turned to look at me.
"Wow," I said. "That's quite a question."
"But would you?" David said, "Be interested? I mean willing, to do that, to...fuck Carol?"
Up to that point, though I'd knowingly, and willingly, fucked a number of married white women, I'd never yet been asked to do so by any of their husbands!
"What's your wife think about this?" I asked.
"Yeah, well," he said, "she doesn't know I'm bringing this up with you."
"Would she be mad if she did know?"
"Good question," David replied. "Maybe, but maybe not. What I think, though, is that she's in need of some young guy like you!" Then he went on: "I've come to like you, Duane. Your an interesting guy. And I think you are exactly the sort of young guy Carol needs. I mean, sexually."
Truthfully, I was feeling strangely (or maybe not so strangely) excited hearing David saying these things.
He went on: "And you've got experience with this sort of thing---I mean, meeting other married women's needs, and I think you could do just that with Carol. So, if she would be inclined to meet you, would you be interested in that as well? And," he added quickly, "if neither of you want to take it any further, that's fine. But I do think Carol would greatly benefit from the sort of attention you can give her! And I think she's quite attractive!"
I'm going to shorten and simplify the narrative by saying that I decided it couldn't hurt to see if anything might transpire with David's wife (yet another white married female in search of a good, and satisfying, fuck by a black guy!), and I wasn't about to pass this opportunity up!
It took about a month before David was able to set up a time for the three of us to meet. By then he had broached the idea of her fucking me to Carol, and I think we were both surprised when she said Yes! In fact, David told me that when he first brought up the idea (of her fucking some other guy) she admitted that she had been thinking of that very thing for quite a long time, but had not acted on it. So, that took out any lingering worries about her reaction, and by the time we did meet, I was already very ready to fuck her like David, apparently, and by his own admission, had never done!
The meeting with Carol and David went very well. There was an instant 'vibe' between the three of us, and especially between Carol and I, which made me all the more excited.
We met for dinner, and David paid for it all (he said he 'insisted'). We chatted while we ate for about an hour, and during that time the conversation was remarkably intimate. David assured me that he was very open to the idea of Carol and I 'getting together', as he put it; which meant fucking. For my part, I made it abundantly clear that I felt exactly the same way! At that, Carol gave me a very friendly and eager smile. I thought to myself, I'm going to fuck this guys wife good and proper! I was going to do for her what David had never come close to doing, and I had the confidence, as well as the intention, to do so.
After we left the restaurant, we stood outside for a while continuing to chat and banter away; until David suggested we go back to their home. Carol was certainly open to this idea, and that's what the three of us did.
On the way there I was wondering if David was going to want to remain with Carol and I while we fucked. So far, none of the married women I'd fucked had been accompanied by their husbands, and I'd liked that. So, what if David wanted to remain with us? I didn't know. At that moment, however, I was more excited at this new opportunity to fuck yet another white married woman; and what made this one different was that the husband knew about it, and was supportive of it; which gave the whole situation a very different, but no less exciting gloss!
The details leading up to Carol and I fucking are the typical sort: the sudden, and passionate kissing; the urgency to undress and get on the bed; and, of course, the fucking itself. So I'll cut to the chase (the sex).
I found Carol a very enthusiastic older woman, and we were in perfect sync the entire time. When she saw my cock she exclaimed (I think to David, but to herself as well): "Oh my god! WHAT a huge cock!" Then, after some initial touching, and kissing, and exploring each others bodies, she climbed up onto the bed (it was their won bed, in their own bedroom, which I found exciting), and as she spread her legs apart, I pushed my cock head firmly against her pussy, and---in it went! As I gently pushed deeper, Carol let out various expressions of surprise, as well as delight at what she was experiencing.
Though David did remain in the bedroom with us, he rarely made his presence known, so I nearly forgot (partly) that he was there as his wife and I proceeded to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck! I was proud of myself for having the requisite stamina that David had indicated he lacked, and I sort of wanted him to envy that; as I plowed Carol's pussy!
In all, Carol and I fucked, in a variety of positions, for over an hour; and in that span of time, I came three times, and she came, or so it seemed, quite frequently; and by the time we were finished, she seemed completely exhausted, and happy to be so! She and I cuddled for a while on their bed, and as we did, David seemed quite happy with the way things had gone. He sat down along side of his wife and leaned over and gently kissed her, and smiling.
"Was that good?" He asked her in a quite tone of voice.
"Oh yes," she said, and pulling his face close to hers, she kissed him again. "Thank you!" She said, looking intently into his face as their mouths parted.
"Your welcome!" He said, smiling. "I love you SO much!" He added.
"I know you do," she answered. "I've never doubted that."
I deiced that it was time for me to leave and leave them alone. As I got up and started dressing, they both turned their attention to me, and they thanked me for a very nice evening.
"Thank you, as well!" I replied. "I enjoyed it." Which was (obviously) true.
David stood up as I got ready to leave, and following me to the front door, he said: "I'd very much like for you and Carol to see each other again; that is," he paused slightly, "if you'd like to as well, of course!"
"I'd have no problem with that!" I answered truthfully.
"Good!" He said. "Who knows? But perhaps this will end up being a regular thing!"
"I'm fine with that," I replied. "You have a very sexy wife, David. Thanks for sharing her with me!"
"Your very welcome!" He said with a smile. He seemed pleased that I'd said Carol was sexy. She was!
After that first time, I've been fucking Carol, on a pretty much regular basis for the last eight months, and, from what I can tell, I may be doing so for the foresee-able future, and she is not the only other married white female that I have that same sort of access to! I guess you can say that I find myself in pussy heaven, and white married pussy especially!
The End
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