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. She stammered “Tyronne, what are you doing here – how did you find me – what the…” Her questions were silenced as Tyronne pushed his way into her home and engaged her in a very wet kiss.

Several months earlier, Judy and her family had gone on vacation to Disney World in Orlando. Everyone has a fantasy and Judy had told her husband that hers was to experience a huge cock, at least double his five inches. He had laughed and asked if that was really what she wanted and she had slowly shaken her head yes. He said that maybe they could combine their fantasies since his had always been to watch his wife with a black man. Judy was shocked. She had never heard anything from her husband in their fifteen years of marriage to remotely suggest he would enjoy such a scenario. Judy had been a great catch when she graduated from college with a degree in business administration. She was 5′ 7″ tall, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair that hung halfway down her back. She was perfectly proportioned at 36-24-36. They married the summer of graduation and had their first child exactly one year later. After waiting two years, they had their second child. Read more

My name is Etan. My mother used to say that it meant “firm and strong”. Now she tells me that it must mean “stubborn”. She was very upset when I married Chara but I believe she would have attended the wedding had my father not been so opposed. I sometimes do not understand my own family. My grandfather survived The Holocaust. We, of all people, should know the dangers of blind hatred of a people. Be that as it may, my father was bitterly opposed to Operation Solomon. He did not wish “impure, black blood contaminating the gene pool of the chosen people”. This massive airlift from Ethiopia saved Chara’s people. The Falasha are as Jewish as we are. Their traditions may even go back to the time of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. My father can see no further than Chara’s beautiful brown skin. He has not let her wonderful warmth penetrate his hard heart. Given the chance, she would soften his heart just as she has melted mine. I still pray that someday he will give her that chance. Until then, I refuse to speak to him.

Like many Israeli reserves, I have spent some time in the occupied territories. It is hard and dangerous work. The burning hatred one sometimes feels makes my father’s foolish bigotry seem like a mere candle of stupidity. Returning from such duty, I often feel dirty and exhausted. It is such a joy to return to Chara’s loving arms. It was night when I finally returned from this past deployment. When I enter our home all is sweet, cool and quiet. Chara comes out of the bedroom in a flowing, diaphanous white nightgown that contrasts nicely against her smooth, dark brown skin. I take her in my arms and feel her full breasts warm against my chest. Her smell excites me. “I have just completed my mikvah in preparation for your arrival. My body has been made pure for my husband,” Chara says with a smile. I am glad I showered before leaving Hebron. Read more

Goes without saying that I ain’t using my man’s real name, trashy ass sportswriters would have themselves too much fun dragging his black ass over the coals for some of what I got to say and he don’t need the humiliation of the rest of what I got to say. I’m just gonna call him Hollis, I always wanted me a man named Hollis. Anyhow, he’s basically a good man. It was just that the season was real tough on him this year, the team not playing up to expectations and all and him fighting all them nagging injuries and taking all that flak. If the fool hadn’t taken it all out on me right before leaving for that East Coast swing none of the following shit would have happened. But, he did and it did and even though I got me some regrets about cheating on the man, I certainly did enjoy myself at the time. Got to admit that, straight up.

We were having some landscaping done on the new place we bought in the hills. It was a hot day. I’d already changed into my cute little pink bikini, planning on swimming after Hollis left. Of course, then we got in the argument. Him in his fine blue suit and me nearly nude just screaming at each other. Thank goodness the man had to leave for the airport, before things really got out of hand. I was still steaming about all the shit Hollis had laid on me when I noticed that the landscaping crew was setting up the rose garden in the wrong damn spot. I called out to some little Mexican fella and told him to tell whatever idiot was in charge that I wanted to see him pronto. I was, sitting on the porch with a tall, strong drink when this muscular young white boy with long blonde hair comes strolling up all tanned and sweaty. He wasn’t wearing a shirt which just showed off his fine shiny hairless pecs and six pack of a belly. With his tight, faded jeans looked like a cover boy for some bodice ripper paperback novel. I was half expecting to hear some cultured European accent and fancy sounding words come out of them smooth white lips so it set me back a step when the words came out all backwoods southern honey. Read more

For the past six years, ever since I’ve been certified to hunt, Tom and I would drive up to the cabin on the day after Thanksgiving and stay out until the following Tuesday. Sometimes we’d get ourselves a deer, sometimes we wouldn’t but that wasn’t hardly the point. As much as we both liked hunting, I think it was mostly just time for us to be together as brothers that was important. When Tom told me that his new wife Kate was coming along this year, it set me back a bit. Our cabin ain’t exactly what you’d call spacious or even close to modern. It’s just a ramshackle thing thrown together on a patch of woods. It wasn’t really built with womenfolk in mind. Heck, it didn’t even have indoor plumbing. We had to haul water in and haul ourselves out to the outhouse for relief. I figured a city girl would head back home after the first night, if not before. Looking back, I’m sure glad she didn’t.

We got up to the cabin at about one in the afternoon. I set up my stuff in the small storage room Tom and I built a few years ago. Well, actually we just put up a frame and nailed some mismatched boards on it just so we’d have a place to put our stuff without cluttering up the main room. This trip we’d just have to live with the clutter. It just didn’t feel right to sleep in the same room with Kate. Brought me some extra blankets knowing that I was sacrificing the warmth of the fire. Fortunately you can get some mild stretches of weather in the Carolinas in late November and we were in one but, better safe than sorry. Read more

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

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.

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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