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 6. 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) 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.
His fantasy has always been to watch me with another man, preferably one that is well endowed. He even suggested a black man. One of my fantasies was also to try a well endowed man and I secretly wanted to try a black man but didn’t share that with Don. Anyway, we joined an interracial dating site and have been looking through the various categories. We were both amazed at the popularity of interracial experiences. After surfing through the many categories, we agreed to meet a black man. One section was an “advertising” area for people wanting to get together. We began e-mailing two men from our region with the plan of pursuing some type of get together. We narrowed it down to one and have been e-mailing him for a few weeks. He seemed to be a good candidate for what we wanted. He is 42 years old. He sent pictures and is very well endowed. He boasts of 8 inches and very thick. (Hubby is slightly over 5?) Don and I talked about this and agreed to the meeting. Our plan was to meet at a major hotel at a halfway point since neither of us can take a chance of being recognized. Don agreed to let me be alone for the first time. I explained that I would be too nervous with him in the room. Our plan was to rent two rooms that abut with an adjoining inner door. He would be next door while I met with my new lover. Read more of this erotic sex story
This is a true account of an event that my wife and I shared a few years back. My wife and I had been married about 16 years at this point. We had often discussed my desire to watch her fucking and sucking other men. Over the years there have been some opportunities but nothing ever materialized. At least not up until the story that I’m about to relay. My wife was 32 at the time. She was attractive then and I must say that she is more attractive now. She is about 5’6” and 125 pounds, very nice and suckable breasts with large nipples, smooth white thighs that lead to a very sweet and moist pussy, and a small cute ass. She’s very talented in the bedroom. An excellent cocksucker and the biggest turn on is watching her getting herself so hot as she sucks a hard cock. It always makes her pussy so wet. Anyways… on with the story.
Free Gallery Here
One evening we ended up at a nightclub called JW’s. We often went there so my wife could dance the night away and for me, to watch her with other men. In the previous times that we went there she was often hit on by both black and white men. Like I said before she never acted. Although there was one time that she got picked up by two sailors and as soon as they found that she was married, they chickened out. On this faithful night the place was packed. We must of got there a bit late. We got ourselves some drinks, my wife loves kalua and milk, and basically found a place to stand. We ended up near the back next to a bar that was not being used. From this vantage point I could easily see the dance floor. My wife was in the mood to dance. Leaving her purse and drink with me she headed out to find herself a dance partner. I soon spotted her hauling a guy to the floor. The crowd swallowed them up quickly and I just continued to sip on my beer. A few minutes later, probably enough time to dance a couple of songs, my wife returned. She then relayed to me that the guy she was dancing with was very drunk and could barely walk, let alone dance. Read more of this erotic sex story
Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed. The drive went quickly; Ralph imagined all sorts of wonderful things about the house and lost himself in fantasy until he was almost there. When he pulled up the drive, there was a brand new Monte Carlo in the driveway and a woman leaning against the fender. The sun behind her, he saw her first in relief and her figure was striking. She wore a short, tight fitting dress, spike heeled shoes, and was well endowed both in her bosom and her butt. When he got out of the car she sauntered toward him.
Free Gallery Here
“I’m Juanita,” she said offering her hand. “Ralph,” he said as they shook. He couldn’t help but notice her bright smile and the play of her copper lipstick against her olive colored skin. Her long dark hair was streaked with blonde highlights. “Follow me.” Ralph was oblivious to the view that the house offered, the well kept lawn and bushes because he was watching Juanita’s plump rump wiggle and jiggle as he followed her up the walk and into the house. By the time they reached the front door, he was salivating, barely able to keep from sticking his hand under her dress and grabbing her ass. His loose shorts had a prominent tight spot in the crotch. She turned around and it was clear by the look on her face that she saw the effect that she was having on him. Juanita smiled. “Why don’t we start with the upper floor. I’m sure that you’ll like it; it has a lot to offer.” Read more of this erotic sex story
Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too many clients but he had drawn the poorest lawyer in America. This was going to be more work than she thought.
Free Gallery Here
Lionel heard the knock and went to the peephole. Staring back at him was a young girl with a dark complexion and a pretty face. Her big brown eyes were slightly slanted. Her dark hair went down past her shoulders and was shiny and straight. This was certainly nobody he’d met at Yale Law School and he didn’t remember her as one of his clients. He handled a lot of cases but knew this was one face he’d have no trouble remembering. When he opened the door, he was even surer that he’d never met this woman. Her body was squeezed into a tight red dress that almost looked like it had been painted on. Her proud, light brown breasts looked like they were about to pop out of the dress and the short hem length just barely covered her curvaceous rear end. Her belly was slightly rounded, her short legs were shapely. If he’d somehow been able to forget her face he knew that he’d never, ever, forget her body. Read more of this erotic sex story
Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka was a healthy young woman with strong needs. Back home in New Delhi, she was considered beautiful and, even here in the United States, her dark beauty, slender body and sparkling eyes turned heads. There was little doubt that she could find a man to sleep with her and bring feelings of satisfaction to her yoni but she had no time for social activities at the present time. The project needed to be brought to completion and she was stuck for answers.
Free Gallery Here
Swallowing her pride, she headed for Clay’s office. She knew Clay would be there, even if there were nobody else left on the floor. It seemed to her that the pale redhead man lived in his office. Though Clay was only twenty-three, he was unarguably the firm’s alpha geek. The tall redhead wrote elegant code and was responsible for several major contributions to the last release of Linux. He was a force to be reckoned with in the world of computers but was known to be shy and somewhat reclusive. Clay had no sex life. His only previous sexual experiences had been with his right, and sometimes his left, hand. Though he was fluent in many programming languages, he found it almost impossible to speak with women. When Aashka appeared in his doorway, he felt the familiar surges of frustrated lust but tried to push them aside. Her white blouse was stretched across her well-rounded chest, her short, flowing skirt complimented her round hips and sexy dark brown legs. There was no way he was ever going to be able to score with a sleek, beautiful woman like her. She probably had men standing in line to touch her full, round breasts and smooth brown patchouli scented skin. Clay imagined she probably had her strong, shapely dark legs wrapped around the man of her choosing every night. It’s funny how a man who knew so much could know so little. Read more of this erotic sex story
It was spring. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and the dogs were crapping in the bushes. I was sitting on a park bench with my Fantastic Four graphic novel. I really liked Wieringo’s artwork. I guess some people thought I was a bit old for comics. I’d been to college for a few years, until I blew out my knee playing offensive line. I guess you figured out by now that I’m a big guy. At six foot five and probably somewhere around 350, I catch a few second looks. But at twenty-six years old and I was still a virgin. That was about to change, big time.
Free Gallery Here
Living in New York you get used to people screaming in all kinds of languages. At first I didn’t even look up from my book. When I heard the running footsteps I turned in their direction. A skinny little guy was running toward my bench. Right on his heels was a large young oriental woman. The guy was carrying a purse. He didn’t look like the purse carrying kind. I jumped off the bench and hit him with a pancake block. He dropped like wet cement. Then he glared up at me and reached inside his baggy pants. The gun had almost cleared his waistband when the big girl landed full force on top of him. All the air rushed out of his lungs. She was pounding his head into the grass when the cops showed up to take him away. The girl introduced herself as Hisa and told me I’d been a very brave man. Now that things had calmed down, I’d finally had a chance to see how pretty she was. She didn’t look much older than twenty. She had beautiful almond shaped eyes, her long, silky black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her sweat suit revealed a nice round set of tits and a friendly looking rump. When she kissed me on the cheek I noticed that she smelled like spice and flowers. I tried to start a conversation, knowing that I was going to sound stupid, as I always did around women I was attracted to. Read more of this erotic sex story
